#mollymocking

‘ of course not, nothing major. ‘ 

His arm slips behind the tiefling’s back, a soft hand on the small of his back to guide him to the street.  It’s a warm night, the guards in the town are easing back into their roles.  Vax finally feels somewhat comfortable around him, with the circus being destroyed he feels like the other may need a friend.  A shoulder.  A buddy.

BEDREST. NOW.

Post-Fight | Accepting @mollymocking

          For a moment, he is there. Conscious crawls back within the husk of his mind, assembling control sluggishly. He sees through the veil, sees Mollymauk beaten and bloodied and he wish he wasn’t granted sight. He wishes there was time before, time for the tiefling to return to the party to say he had found Caleb. That the wizard would return soon, that there was no need to worry. How could they keep this up each month? Every shift he felt a part of himself breaking away, lost within the tar of his subconscious, unrecoverable. 

          When he returns fully, unclothed and exhausted, he sees the same tiefling as before. Still filthy, still covered in scrapes and bruises, but none quite as awful as he remembered. Perhaps a health potion was used, perhaps Jester had cast a spell to heal him. Caleb rises quickly, turning away from the blood hunter as he gags from sudden nausea. 

Assorted Starters | Accepting@mollymocking

TWAU | Accepting @detectivenott​

Relationships 

          He is quiet for a moment, and he does not want to choose. How could he? Both have shown him nothing but kindness, have been a crutch for him to lean on, they’ve both saved him. How could he choose one over the other? 

The tiefling twitched in his sleep, eyes shifting rapidly beneath lids which were squeezed shut. His jaw clenched, teeth gritting as he growled something in infernal under his breath, expression contorting into one of pain. Inside his mind, there are flames, screams, and a piercing agony in his chest. A tear made it’s way down his cheek. He was dying, he was–

A beautifully soft voice seemed to ring clear through the overwhelming din though it was little more than a whisper in his ear. He whimpered aloud, turning on his side towards the source of the voice. Before he knew it, the nightmare was beginning to fade, as if being pushed from his mind by the fingers caressing his marred skin.

Slowly, his eyes fluttered open, a name on his lips before he’s even fully in the waking world. “Haleir…?”

“I’m here,” he supplied in response, certainty, surety; something for a reeling dreamer to latch on to in the waking world. The soft back of a hand on Molly’s forehead only served to solidify his presence further, checking for fever before gently brushing back a stray sweat-soaked curl.

Haleir’s voice might have been husky with sleep, but in truth he’d been lying awake beside him for some time. He’d watched the frantic shifting in what should have been a placid expression with ever-increasing concern, and when Molly turned toward him with that pained, needy sound, it snatched his heartstrings up from within their icy prison and yanked. He did his best to press close around the tiefling’s larger form, murmuring to him all the while.

  some starters i lost a long time ago // accepting.  @mollymocking

 at first, yasha doesn’t understand. how can she, bearer of the sigil of the lord of seas and emotionally detached barbarian possibly be warm ? it vexes her beyond most means. she has known molly the longest out of the group, yes, but even so; she knows what he knows, and little more. it is, of course, something very like mollymauk to say, but this one -- yasha is not sure she can push this one aside so easily.