#molan; threads

[molanvc]

Damsel in the library’s distress // @vchyunjae​

It had been hard being cooped up in the underground through out the winter rolling through the city. 

“It’d be best for you, especially now to just stay out of sight,” is what they’d told her. She fought it, much too restless in her temporary home but she listened to them as her father had told her to, in short becoming more of a live in babysitter for the time being. 

They’d finally been blessed with some warmer whether, and with the carnage and chaos of the past week or so coming to close, she found herself wanting to break out of the initial harem of being stir crazy.

She adorned herself in a cropped sweater that she’d come to knit, sliding a pair overalls over it. It still clouded her senses to slip into those Burks but the glasses she was given at her arrival were able to help her through the snuffing out of how she got around. 

The leopard cub rolled at her feet, wanting her to stay and tend to it, forcing the demi-god to roll her eyes, “you have to come with me, so calm down.” Molan said cooing at her, it licked at her skin, and stood to her feet as she grabbed her bag, making her way from the makeshift room that had still been called her new home. 

Molan had come to memorize the streets closest to her, sure she hadn't had much time to explore, and todays errands consisted of the market for fresh ingredients and the book store that sat just on the corner. The patrons and workers had come to know her by name and she spent countless hours merely browsing usually only leaving with one or two novels. 

But todays pick sat much too high for her mere one-hundred and sixty centimeters, bralettes and anklet beads rattling about as she attempted to stand on her toes grasping for the spine of the book though just missing it by the graze of her delicate fingertips.

[molanvc]

Forcing remnants of the past // @vcxseojoon​

Molan stared at the setting of the dresser they had just put together. She’d had Seojoon settled on the floor of the bare room for hours, building the custom shelf she’d ordered, her first purchase by herself, though it came from the wolf’s debit card. It was a pretty iron  frame, with little wooden slabs to place things and empty spaces to hang plants and set planters. Perfect for what she was going for but Seojoon’s idea of setting it near the door didn’t match the flow she needed in the sanctuary she could finally call her own.

“Oppa...why would I not put my plants in front of the window?” She asked him, even though it was her who made him move it in the first place, “I asked you to move it over not put it on the wall, how can my babies grow if they’re not getting enough natural light hmm?” 

Ginger brows raised in question, the goddess motioning to her group of plotted plants that had finally been moved from infesting the Alpha’s living space.

Bomi’s tail licked his calf, the leopard slinking into the room to settle in the corner, wanting to watch their third altercation of the evening, all at the product of Molan’s perfectionism of wanting her space to feel like she was back home, and the need to be in Seojoon’s orbit all at once. She’d been traveling through out the city on her own more often, and the last few outings had proved overwhelming. The coffee shop was much too loud and the constant drill of construction forced her hyper-sensitive hearing to rock her head into a migraine. 

She’d been mugged once, and as much as she wanted to take those guys down, she’d remembered Atticus’ advice to let them take whatever they were asking for. ‘Those things can be replaced, but you can’t,’ he’d told her as they walked past an altercation, at the time Molan at simply nodded and continued to snack on her ice cream, only to be placed in similar circumstances days later.

“We should just, move it back and then we can order some food and start working on building the bed.”