* TCALEAF / ft. mollymauk — [ TRACE ] to purposely touch one of my muse’s scars
molly is even more beautiful in this simple, comfortable light. this cottage is quaint — the land and house paid for with coin from mollymauk’s wedding gown and jewels — and sequestered. there is a house nearby for marion and jester as well, guarded and protected and safe for them all in this country across the sea. it feels as though nothing of their old hardships can touch them here.
but this morning, @tcaleaf idly tracing raised, thick scars around caleb’s wrists, it all feels terribly, terribly close. he holds molly closer. his strength returns, little by little — though healers tell him he likely will not be quite the same ever again — and today there is enough to hold his husband tight enough so no one and nothing can come between them.
caleb can see the way that molly drowns in the past this morning, too, and it prompts a kiss between their furrowed brows — prompts whatever soothing and reassurance he can provide. “ those are not from the pit of despair, ” he tells them. molly should feel no guilt over any of it, but caleb knows that they do from time to time. “ they are . . . older. ”
