#;flint

Four Headcanons Meme

There’s a part of Molly that continues to wonder if she did the right thing in helping save Flint’s life, but in her heart she knows it was. No matter how she might feel toward him at any one point, she can’t abide death where she can prevent it. So, she ensures that she is one of the only people helping Flint at any one point--the less people realize he’s still alive while he’s incapacitated, the better.

Paradise Lost is only the first book of many they discuss, and while he might find that mildly enjoyable, it isn’t always for the amusement of it. He tolerates her, but he can’t help but test her at times--even if it isn’t intentional (which, let’s be honest, it probably is). Molly doesn’t enjoy being thought of as simple or unintelligent or unimportant, but at times it can help her hear things she otherwise might not; it can help her earn trust where she otherwise wouldn’t. Sometimes Flint wants to test her to see just how intelligent she actually is. Whether that means she might be a threat or a boon in the future.

She used to idolize Flint, before she actually met the man. The name, the legend, it was something to be admired. While she now realizes he’s far more man than legendary being, she still harbors a little of that admiration, still. 

From the Meme Vault

“They call me Molly McKie, likely because that’s my name. I’m also known by several other more colorful and less polite monikers, but you can simply call me Molly. I sail under the banner of Captain Eilidh Brady, and any quarrel you might bear with her, you have with me as well.”

@seacache

“You know what, I can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic, so I’ll just say you’re welcome.” Molly set the book aside to face him, watching him in uncertainty. Yes, she’d saved his life, though she continued to wonder if she’d done the right thing--

No, that was foolish. The moment she’d found him, Molly hadn’t hesitated to take him somewhere safe. There was enough death and chaos in their lives, so if she had the opportunity to create the opposite, she would. She would always try. 

@seacache

“What, you forgot what human contact feels like?” Molly arched a brow at his expression. Finally, she removed her hand. 

@seacache

“I’m not through pissing you off, yet.” Her tone is oddly calm for the amount of blood streaking her features and soaking her clothing; the only thing that betrays her calm is how her hand, her body shakes as she accepts his help. It’s strange to her—she doesn’t feel the pain anymore. Not at the moment, anyway.

She doesn’t have to feel the pain to know she’s indeed very lucky to be standing at all. She doesn’t need to feel pain to know the eye is ruined.

Anons!

“These days..?” 

She glanced over her shoulder, as though either party might be listening in, and sighed. “These days I can hardly tell them apart. Don’t tell Silver that, though...I don’t know that he’d take too kindly to the comparison.”

@seacache

“How you view me, you mean.” She snapped. “Who I sleep with isn’t your business. Who Silver sleeps with isn’t your business, as much as you would like for it to be.” She had grown tired of tip-toeing around. It was a newer development that Molly realized that she was beginning to like. Nearly drowning to death had that effect, apparently.

If Flint was going to come around swinging, Molly was fully intent on swinging back. And firing a few rounds while she was at it. 

“The only crew--the only captain I give a damn about is my own.” She leaned in over the desk, lip curling in equal snarl. “I don’t give a fuck what you think about me, because I don’t think about you.”