sheep skinned

@domiinia spun:

“Where’d you get those bruises?”

 ❥ You Take Care Of Everyone Who Takes Care Of You? // Accepting

Molly looked down upon the marks upon her forearm. She hadn't even noticed them ... Or, maybe, she just chose to ignore them. A brow rose as her eyes remained lidded ... Val had grabbed her arm a little too roughly the other day to get her attention. Or maybe just to hurt her subtly. Both perhaps! Didn't matter.

Molly gave a short chuckle under her breath. It was laced in bitterness. Annoyance. Ugh.

She was DAMN WELL not going to relay that information to Percy, though. Molly wouldn't of even told VOX. So.

She's not telling him the whole truth, that's for sure. They may not be that close, but Percy knows her well enough. She's not exactly a closed book. The breezy tone is giving her away; she's trying too hard. (But then what are you supposed to do when some bitch asks you about your bruises? Spill your guts? Yeah right.)

@domiinia​ spun:

get in loser, we’re going shopping.

velvet? yeah she’s in the trunk. what about it

* Unprompted // Always Accepting

Molly’s eyes were transfixed on the screaming, and shaking of the car as the rear end was thumping in an excited rage. It was almost hypnotic, really. And it made her nostalgic. For reasons not needed to be said.

“Uuuuuh…”

What did they say again? Ah, yeah.

“Sure! I can go on a shoppin’ trip. I got a hole burnin’ in my pocket ‘n’ I need’a new dress anyway. Last one got ruined. Not important how, I just can’t eva’ wear it again. Anyway. I CALL SHOTGUN!”