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Do me a favor. Reblog this if you welcome the use of ask memes as icebreakers between characters that have never, or rarely, interacted before.
"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?"
Molly looked over at her mother in surprise, unsure for a moment how to respond. It had been a while, more than a while, since sheâd been to her familyâs home, but at Harryâs insistence and request, sheâd made her way over for dinner. She was afraid that somehow,her parents would just know. And she couldnât bear to see the hurt in their eyes when they found out. To that end, sheâd made sure nothing seemed too terribly amiss. A light glamour to cover the fact that her hair was far more white than it was blonde, and nothing that would scream âFaerie Queenâ at them as far as her manner of dress went.Â
âuhm.. no? I guess, I mean thatâs where genetics would have to come into play, right?â Her smile was genuine but a little awkward as she half shrugged. âI guess you and dad spliced well, and I won the lottery.âÂ
winterladymollyâ:
She knew her mother was disappointed, not that she could rightly blame her for being so. Ever since Harryâs âdeathâ, sheâd been more or less avoiding her parentsâ home. At first, it was because there ere a couple of Wardens doing a half assed job of trying to find her, and to be very real, if sheâd been in their shoes, sheâd have been watching her parentsâ place like a hawk. Again, they had really only been working half assedly, as they probably could have found her if theyâd really wanted to.Â
It was Carlos, though. And Bill. Both of whom sheâd been on fairly good terms with, and who had known Harry well enough to know that he wouldnât have led her the wrong direction. And she had been doing good work, regardless of what the rest of the Senior Council had thought.Â
It didnât hurt that Molly had also had the Leanansidhe looking out for her and helping her along in Harryâs absence. The fancy party that had resulted in her becoming the svartalvesâ favorite wizard had also not really been a thing to bring to Sunday dinner. The rest? Well⌠that was something that needed moral support if nothing else, and she damned well wasnât about to break the news of what else had changed without someone to just be there. He didnât even have to say anything. Just to be there when her parents yelled, or cried, or declared her damned to hell, or whatever it was they were going to do.Â
âI know,â she replied softly, sighing gently. âThere will be a time, sometime soon-ish, when Iâll be able to share. I justâŚ. canât right now.â Well, in theory, she could, but the details couldnât be shared, she kind of couldnât at the same time. âI love you guys, too. Soon though, I promise. You need to know.â Then they could decide exactly how they wanted to proceed with everything else.Â
Charity smiled, the little lines at the edges of her eyes crinkling. She pet Mollyâs cheek, then finally let her go. âThank you. The promise is enough for now. Weâd love if you visited more often, but... if your job permits.â
After they parted, Charity picked up her dish towel again and continued drying dishes. âAnd I hope youâre being safe out there. And I mean that in all ways. Stressful jobs can lead to dangerous ways to relax.â
Iâll have better replies tomorrow. Itâs technically my weekend. <3
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"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?"
Molly looked over at her mother in surprise, unsure for a moment how to respond. It had been a while, more than a while, since sheâd been to her familyâs home, but at Harryâs insistence and request, sheâd made her way over for dinner. She was afraid that somehow,her parents would just know. And she couldnât bear to see the hurt in their eyes when they found out. To that end, sheâd made sure nothing seemed too terribly amiss. A light glamour to cover the fact that her hair was far more white than it was blonde, and nothing that would scream âFaerie Queenâ at them as far as her manner of dress went.Â
âuhm.. no? I guess, I mean thatâs where genetics would have to come into play, right?â Her smile was genuine but a little awkward as she half shrugged. âI guess you and dad spliced well, and I won the lottery.âÂ
winterladymollyâ:
In some ways, it was like a dream that she was standing in the kitchen of her family home. And if it felt that way to Molly, it definitely had to feel that way to Charity. Having her mother choose to keep contact via hands on shoulders was far better than the usual reaction to testing for being awake or for dreaming. Getting pinched, anywhere, was never really very fun, and tended to hurt depending on how hard to the other person pinched. It may have been a while, but she remembered the strength in her motherâs hands quite well, and felt it for the best that the pinching was given a miss.Â
Of course, had it been a dream, sheâd have been able to just say what she was doing, with no worry whatsoever, because it wouldnât have been real. Perhaps in her dream, Charity would say something offhanded, like, âOh, thatâs nice. Say hi to Lea for me.â Molly found herself really really hoping that her mother had no idea who Auntie Lea was, even as she struggled to find a vague enough description of what she actually did that wouldnât raise too many questions.Â
Harry was a wizard. And a Warden. Okay. They technically still worked together, even if her missions tended to be more solo. Again, not unusual in wizard circles. This could be used. Just because the Doom had never officially been lifted didnât mean jack at this point.Â
âI, uh⌠tend to be a little more subtle than Harry.â That was an understatement! âSo, I have been off to various, extremely unexotic locations, doing a little of this and a little of that. Some reconnaissance here, a little gathering of the forces there, sometimes even a daring rescue or two.â She smiled a little at that, remembering how she first came into contact with the svartalves. âMostly just things that need to be done, that really no one else can do.â She shrugged lightly, trying to play it off as being casual. âThings are getting really weird out there, and someone has to do it.âÂ
Charityâs eyebrows furrowed. She and Michael knew there was something Molly wasnât telling them. Charity had hoped this might have broken the secrecy a little bit. It hadnât, and Charity sighed softly. She rubbed Mollyâs shoulders.Â
âIt worries us that you wonât tell us what your real job is, Molly. Weâre scared youâll get hurt, or worse, and we would have no idea. I assume there are some things you canât tell us because of the Council. Theyâve always been into secrecy and intrigue,â she said that while rolling her eyes. âBut just know... no matter what it is, Molly, we love you.â
"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?"
Molly looked over at her mother in surprise, unsure for a moment how to respond. It had been a while, more than a while, since sheâd been to her familyâs home, but at Harryâs insistence and request, sheâd made her way over for dinner. She was afraid that somehow,her parents would just know. And she couldnât bear to see the hurt in their eyes when they found out. To that end, sheâd made sure nothing seemed too terribly amiss. A light glamour to cover the fact that her hair was far more white than it was blonde, and nothing that would scream âFaerie Queenâ at them as far as her manner of dress went.Â
âuhm.. no? I guess, I mean thatâs where genetics would have to come into play, right?â Her smile was genuine but a little awkward as she half shrugged. âI guess you and dad spliced well, and I won the lottery.âÂ
winterladymollyâ:
If Michael had been in the kitchen, watching his wife and daughter talk during the cleanup that followed dinner, he probably would have smiled. Or said something annoyingly accurate like âeverything in its own timeâ. It almost made Molly laugh to think of that, but she was able to keep that under wraps. Probably a good thing too, because Charity would have felt the laughter, then wanted to know why she was laughing, and it would have been too strange to try to explain.Â
It was the tightness of the hug that surprised her more than anything. Sheâd half expected one of the awkward half hugs with the pats on the back that two people shared when their pasts had been filled with tension and mutual misunderstanding. Her motherâs hug was nothing of the sort. It felt good. Nice even. Sort of made her feel like herself again.Â
âWell, I meanâŚ.â there was teasing in her voice, even as she tried to blink back the sudden hot sting of tears in her eyes. âYou probably could have pushed a little less hard, but I guess it turned out mostly okay.â Mostly okay. That was probably the best way to describe it. The butting heads, the potential death at the hands of the Merlin, the continued potential death at the hands of any Wardens who happened upon her - not that the ones assigned had really tried very hard - and then her new ties with the Winter Court.Â
Oh, she wasnât avoiding home because Charity was mad. She was avoiding home because Charity would be mad! âOh noâŚ. I havenât been avoiding here because I thought you were mad. Honestly, I havenât been in Chicago much at all, lately. My assignments have been taking me other places. I kind of travel. A lot.â Leaving it nice and vague. All things considered, it would probably be assumed that the Council kept her busy. Which was better for all involved. The time for revelations of anything else hadnât yet come.Â
Even when Charity pulled herself away from the hug, she couldnât bear to let go of Mollyâs shoulders. Having her daughter home meant a lot, but being able to touch her, tangibly feel her presence, meant more.
âSpeaking of,â she said, trying to find the smoothest transition to sensitive topics. âWhat are you doing for work these days? Harry is very cryptic about it as well, and even your friends donât seem to know.â
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"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?"
Molly looked over at her mother in surprise, unsure for a moment how to respond. It had been a while, more than a while, since sheâd been to her familyâs home, but at Harryâs insistence and request, sheâd made her way over for dinner. She was afraid that somehow,her parents would just know. And she couldnât bear to see the hurt in their eyes when they found out. To that end, sheâd made sure nothing seemed too terribly amiss. A light glamour to cover the fact that her hair was far more white than it was blonde, and nothing that would scream âFaerie Queenâ at them as far as her manner of dress went.Â
âuhm.. no? I guess, I mean thatâs where genetics would have to come into play, right?â Her smile was genuine but a little awkward as she half shrugged. âI guess you and dad spliced well, and I won the lottery.âÂ
winterladymollyâ:
Very carefully, Molly avoided looking directly into her motherâs eyes for too long a period of time. Things had changed for her, true, but that didnât mean a Soul Gaze might not be triggered from the look. Charity would undoubtedly remember enough to know the dangers of direct eye contact and Molly didnât really want her mother to see what was lurking there now. Part of being grown up was being selective with the disclosure of certain information.Â
âWhoever would have thought, right?â She half laughed at that, trying to take some of the awkwardness out of the moment. As close as sheâd been to her father in the past, the same could never have been said about her relationship with her mother. The praise was unexpected, and brought a strange sense of warmth to her insides. âI mean, things werenât exactly certain there for a while. Pretty sure everyone thought I wouldnât make it to see twenty-one.â Sometimes, herself included.Â
As if realizing how that sounded, she pulled Charity into a quick hug. âThank you. For having faith.âÂ
She knew what Molly was doing. She remembered. And she didnât want a Soulgaze, either. The last person sheâd ever done that with was Michael, years and years and years ago, before Molly was born. And then Charity had given up her magic, and never done it again. She didnât want to start now.Â
Charity hugged her daughter tightly. âI knew youâd make it. Maybe thatâs why I pushed you so hard. So youâd see it, too. But I apologise, for all its worth. Iâm just...â Mollyâs mother took a deep breath and let it out slowly. âIâm proud of you. I donât want you to avoid hope because you think Iâm mad.â
"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?"
Molly looked over at her mother in surprise, unsure for a moment how to respond. It had been a while, more than a while, since sheâd been to her familyâs home, but at Harryâs insistence and request, sheâd made her way over for dinner. She was afraid that somehow,her parents would just know. And she couldnât bear to see the hurt in their eyes when they found out. To that end, sheâd made sure nothing seemed too terribly amiss. A light glamour to cover the fact that her hair was far more white than it was blonde, and nothing that would scream âFaerie Queenâ at them as far as her manner of dress went.Â
âuhm.. no? I guess, I mean thatâs where genetics would have to come into play, right?â Her smile was genuine but a little awkward as she half shrugged. âI guess you and dad spliced well, and I won the lottery.âÂ
winterladymollyâ:
Her motherâs comment caused her breath to stop for a moment as she tried to wrap her mind around what exactly had been meant by that comment. There was no real way that Charity could possibly know that one of their neighbors from down the street was actually a small army of Winter keeping watch on the home. Unless, by some freak and random decision, her mother had decided to pick back up her magical ability, which Molly didnât think was possible after so much time.Â
Long and short of it was that she really really doubted her mother actually saw her. She was seeing precisely what Molly wanted her to see, which was exactly the way it should be. At least until such a time as she wasnât alone to break the news. Harry had promised, after all.Â
She shrugged a little, trying to be casual about it. âIâm just trying to do the right thing. I donât succeed all of the time,â definitely didnât, âbut Iâm doing the best I can. Thatâs all that can really be asked, right?âÂ
Her daughter seemed confused. Charity set down the dish towel she held and walked over to Molly. They were the same height these days. Charity reached up to put her hands gently on Mollyâs cheeks.Â
âIt is. You donât need to be modest about it,â she said. âWe donât know exactly what youâre doing, but your friends tell us youâre doing good in the world as best you can. Youâre so.... grown up now, Molly.â
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"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?"
Molly looked over at her mother in surprise, unsure for a moment how to respond. It had been a while, more than a while, since sheâd been to her familyâs home, but at Harryâs insistence and request, sheâd made her way over for dinner. She was afraid that somehow,her parents would just know. And she couldnât bear to see the hurt in their eyes when they found out. To that end, sheâd made sure nothing seemed too terribly amiss. A light glamour to cover the fact that her hair was far more white than it was blonde, and nothing that would scream âFaerie Queenâ at them as far as her manner of dress went.Â
âuhm.. no? I guess, I mean thatâs where genetics would have to come into play, right?â Her smile was genuine but a little awkward as she half shrugged. âI guess you and dad spliced well, and I won the lottery.âÂ
Charity gazed at her eldest daughter. The evening had been a little strained at first, with Molly showing up after months not coming to see her family. But things had smoothed out. Michael and Charity were just happy to see her. Hear her voice. Spend a little time with her regardless of where sheâd been, or what sheâd been doing.
A small smile crossed her lips at the compliment. âThanks, I appreciate that. But I mean it. Things have been... rough. I know I donât have to tell you that. But looking at you, as an adult, out making your way... I see you now, Molly.â
Hamiltonâs Helpless but Michael and Charity instead of Hamilton and Eliza

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đ Talk about her ability to use swords/weapons and make armor? đ
charity could sew long before she was rescued by Michael. She made her own clothing when she lived on her own, and clothing for the other members when she was part of Gregorâs cult. Thatâs where she started leather working, too. She didnât start making weapons until she had Michael to protect at all costs. Well, he didnât know so much about the weapons at first. But she did learn to metal work, and made him good armor. The weapons were more for herself, in case she needed to defend her family, and her new way of life. She was scared to death sheâd lose the one good thing sheâd ever had, and she was determined to protect it at all costs. Eventually Michael caught on, and taught her how to use the weapons she made. They still spar together weekly.
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