Lay Your Weapon Down Meme

"No, Clark." Molly immediately shook her head. God, she could just shake him right along with it. "No."

"I don't deserve better than you, because what I deserved was you. All of you, you know?" How could she make him understand? This bullshit had been years in the making--fucking years that he'd had every opportunity to talk to her. To reassure her, or to have her reassure him. To try and understand each other and meet him where he was.

Lay Down Your Weapon Meme

"Only because you've known me your whole life."

There's no missing the emotion in his voice, or the flush it prompts in her features. Her touch is tender as it wanders over his stubbled jaw, the cleft in his chin and tender lips. Words could fail her, sometimes. The important ones, at least. Molly could never truly be speechless, but finding the right words had always been a challenge. Some things were just...too important. And a little overwhelming.

In the Meme Vault

"I know." She attempted to put herself in his line of sight--attempted to narrow it down for him, as the world grew louder and louder. Molly was afraid to touch him, not knowing if it would make things worse or if she would make things worse or...

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The look on her face can't be described as anything but insufferable.

Angst Meme

"Oh. OH!" She's whipping around instantly, pressing a finger into his chest. "That's the pot calling the kettle black if I've ever fuckin' heard it. That's so fuckin' rich coming from you--remember that one of us has the great big red-and-blue secret, don't we? A neon sign of a thing that one of us decided to just never fucking say anything to the other, and anytime they came anywhere near close, that certain Secretive Sally decided to cut and run." Amber eyes narrowed to practically slits. "Any of that a-ringin' a bell??"

In the Meme Vault

"Best way to go is commando." Molly replied distantly, distracted by the task of taking this particular clock apart to find the broken pieces. Nearly gutted, she could still hear something rattling around where it shouldn't be. Last thing she needed was a gear losing its teeth on someone's mantle.

After a moment, she glanced up at Clark over her glasses, a crooked smile spreading over her face. "I've heard every word you've said so far, Kent. No need to check to see if I'm paying attention."

In the Meme Vault

"What?"

She looked owlish, eyes comically large behind magnified glasses as she met his gaze. It was only then that she seemed to realize Clark was standing there--and likely had been for some time. Had he said anything previously to her? Rude, to interrupt someone while they worked.

The tiniest figurine was placed on a wooden perch before her, the restoration having taken most of her day...and, if she was to be perfectly honest, most the the day before. There's paint dashing her fingers, streaked across her face where she'd shoved her glasses back into place. The world outside this particular task hadn't existed for some time, nevermind sleep.