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Commission of @slightlyhighkey‘s beautiful character!
Monachopsis-Platonic Yasho/Molly
Monachopsis: The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place. - Yasha/Molly:
Eyes told you a lot about a person, in Molly’s experience.
He watched them all day, as he flipped cards between his fingers, plucking on the strings of fate with each twitch of them, tossing destiny onto a rain-damp, ragged blanket with a hole in the bottom near his knee.
He saw a different thing in each pair.
The bright blue of innocent youth, who wished to be filled with hope and dreams.
The sullen brown, who did not believe in this kind of bullshit he peddled, but came anyway, to pass the time, and for the barest chance of scraping a shred of a something from the dirt of their existence.
The hollow green, weathered and old, not seeking hope but truth, of the dark, lonely kind they expected.
The wistful hazel, already stuffed with dreams and ideals, looking to him for gentle guidance and reassurance that their path was set, and that good things would follow where they led.
He watched the light spark in them when he got it right. Watched it die when he read them wrongly. He spun his cards and his tales and his patter with a flair he suspected he’d been born to. Not everyone could handle the future with such a casual air. Not many could cradle the fragile hope of a weary heart in their hands and not snuff it out like a stuttering candle.
Molly had seen many eyes settle themselves opposite him at his small booth to the side of the carnival tent.
It was not until the day he saw a pair that was not a pair at all - one that altered green to blue, depending on the light, the other a striking violet - that he saw ones that looked like his.
For six months, Molly had looked into mirrors, into the red fathoms of his own eyes, and wondered what he saw there. It had taken Yasha before he understood.
He saw nothing. He saw a hollowness that only came with those haunted by things too terrible to bear, too monstrous to name.
There was no home in those eyes. No love. No place. No purpose. They were the eyes of the adrift. The eyes of those so lost they would not know their way should they chance upon it again. The eyes of the forgotten, the abandoned, the forsaken.
Perhaps that was why, when they passed her on the road, Molly found his voice for her.
He had only managed odd words in the week before they saw her, and mostly made do with the rough signs his band of merry misfits had created with him, but something in her sparked something in him, and all the demons of the Nine Hells couldn’t have kept him silent.
“She comes with us,” he’d said, his voice cracked and hoarse from disuse.
The others had paused. Glanced at each other. Then at the shattered, silent, staring spectre of the woman on the ground before them.
Molly had ignored them.
He had jumped down from the wagon he’d been travelling in. He could still remember the way the frozen rain in the mud he had landed in had sloshed into his boots. He had walked to her, and simply held out a hand, wordless, wondering if she would know what he offered.
She had raised her head, stared at him through long, matted, braided hair, and met his eyes.
In them, she too must have recognised a kindred spirit, and understood that his red eyes, burning like the hell they had both known too much of, offered the only salvation she was like to rip from this world.
She had taken his hand. He had pulled her to her feet. And they had become lost together.
( I designed a child for NyoFrance & Scotland and his name is Grant and he is positively spoilt. I spent too much time on this personal hc tbh)
OH GOOD omg my gf loves frascot!!!!
Oh!! Do Yasha!!
i would love to
general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would banghogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuffbest quality: Her loyalty, both to Molly and to the Stormlord is So Good. I think also her attitude to people of the kind Ashley described on Talks is that of a Good Soul. She’s a little like Molly in that she accepts him for who he is. He’s proven himself to her by his actions, and that’s all she needs. She doesn’t need him to tell her anything about himself, she just trusts him, and loves him, and supports him and I’m pretty sure 10/10 would go to hell and back to save his useless purple hide and I appreciate that. worst quality: Useless Lesbian(TM) ship them with: I can kinda go with the Beau/Yasha thing bc sure, why not, like lesbians. But actually I’m really feeling her and Jester after the last episode??? Idk man, they just sunk their claws into me and here we are. brotp them with: Molly, their carnival family, their useless purple demon whom they love and would definitely rip a man’s head off for. So good. So pure. Also Nott bc I haven’t forgotten the pressed flowers. AND CALEB. Awkward autistic besties brotp!!! needs to stay away from: Whatever hell was in her backstory D: misc. thoughts: i know u gotta do things for the Stormfather but pls stay i miss u <3
Least fave from homestuck?
fuck gamzee
Is that [Asianna Scott]? No, that’s [Raziel Seraphim]! The [Angel] from [Echo World] has [Assigned Too] the Agency Facility in Wayhaven, Illinois, USA. It’s said that [They are] [Loyal and Selfless], but also that [They are] [Patronizing & Flaky]. Who knows where [They] will go from here! [They are new! They have a tendency to parent people! They are here for a long time, not a good time. Has a cool sword.] | (this is sydney)
Application accepted!!
Is that [Christina Nadin]? No, that’s [Felicity Chance]! The [Human] from [Florida] has [moved] to Wayhaven, Illinois, USA. It’s said that [she's] [sociable && energetic], but also that [she's] [aimless + sneaky]. Who knows where [she] will go from here! [she knows parkour!! she's never fallen off of something high before! it might be related] | (it's me, sydney)
Applicated accepted!!
Is that [Naleye Junior]? No, that’s [Caspian Arno Williams]! The [Selkie] from [Seattle] has [Arrived at] the Agency Facility in Wayhaven, Illinois, USA. It’s said that [He's] [Bright & Sympathetic ], but also that [He's] [ Secretive & Untrusting ]. Who knows where [He] will go from here! ( its sydney give me my son)
Application accepted!