#moondrrops

  In the aftermath of everything, he finds peace here among the plants of the Blooming Grove. Progress is slow, sometimes unnoticeable, but still there.  Maybe it’s an appropriate comparison to the slowness that is gaining the trust of both the ex-volstruckers.  He’s rather surprised to see her approaching while he works on a new flowerbed, but it’s a good sort of surprise.  With a chuckle he moves over, offers her a hand-shovel.  “ Trying to find good spots for these baby flower plants.  Think you can handle that, love? “

if he weren’t so nervous, he might have chuckled. he hasn’t slept next to someone who had any interest in him, or was the same size as him, in a long time. he was comfortable with nott because there was nothing else for him to be with the one person he handed his heart and entrusted her to not smash it. he doesn’t know what ( or who ) he is with mollymauk. 

glancing at the locked door as if someone will burst through it at any second, caleb swallows his nerves, shrugging out of his coat. this is ridiculous, he scolds himself as he feels frighteningly exposed just in his shirt and pants as he folds his coat, he’s already seen you nude. stop blushing like a teenager. alas, his cheeks do not obey him as he unclasps the holster around his shoulders holding his books. 

clearing his throat awkwardly, he steps out of his shoes and socks, folding the soaks neatly and setting them atop his coat. he struggles to keep his gaze on mollymauk’s, but does as they order, and slips under the blankets next to them. 

BREN   HAS   NO   DOUBT   IN   HIS   MIND   HE   WILL   END   UP   IN   THE   PURPLE   TIEFLING’S   BED.         he   has   many   talents,   after   all;      it   would   be   a   waste   not   to   utilize   them.      master   ikithon   sends   him   here   with   the   intention   of   sabotaging,   not   simply   monitoring,   the   ruby’s   pretty   amethyst.      hindering   allies   in   the   menagerie   coast   will   make   her   more   amenable   to   allies   in   the   empire,   master   ikithon   plans   and   insists.      it   is   hardly   the   first   time   bren’s   job   description   reads   as   such   on   an   assignment.   

but   it   is   one   of   the   first   times   a   mark   gives   him   such   a   difficult   time   doing   his   job.      for   someone   who   fucks   for   money,   they   are   rather   prudish   about   bren.      even   this   is   more   comfortable   and   cozy   than   sexual   .   .   .      and   that   is   surprising,   no   matter   how   much   time   they   have   spent   together.   

but   the   most   distracting   thing   of   all   is   the   cat.      bren’s   heart   drops.      his   eyes   fixate   on   the   kitten   alone,   no   longer   paying   mollymauk   any   attention.      the   kitten   approaches   him,   where   he   lays   in   the   bed   beside   the   tiefling.      bren   does   not   move   a   muscle,   afraid   to   even   breathe   for   fear   it   will   startle   the   creature.   

 EMON   FEELS   LIKE   A   DREAM,     except   in   all   the   wrong   ways,   molly’s   hand   in   hers   the   only   thing   keeping   her   grounded   in   the   present.   if   she   closes   her   eyes,   she   can   hear   the   sound   of   children’s   voices   as   they   laughed,   as   they   begged   for   another   story,   just   one   more,   miss   geddmore   pretty   please,   can   see   herself,   exactly   as   she   is   now   if   only   a   little   less   jaded   by   her   own   death,   wandering   these   streets.   except   those   streets   aren’t   the   streets   of   her   memory,   twenty   years   of   stories   written   in   every   stone   replaced,   every   crack,   and   the   children   are   all   grown   now.

 ❝     there   used   to   be   a   bakery   here.     ❞         used   to   be.   like   how   percy’s   hands   used   to   be   steadier   than   they   are   now,   or   how   shaun’s   face   used   to   not   bear   the   sign   of   time   passing.   they   all   have   grey   in   their   hair   now,   except   for   keyleth,   changed   by   the   virtue   of   remaining   unchanged.   she   laughs,   a   little   hollow   sound,   squeezes   @moondrrops‘s   hand   tighter.         ❝     i   ...   can   we   go,   please   ??     ❞

Lark heard the soft footfalls that echoed through her dilapidated manor. It spoke through the walls and floors. To her annoyance, another random intruder had found her home in hopes of obtaining riches and glory for slaying such an insidious beast. Unfortunate she would be the one to burst the intruder’s bubble, but there would be no beast slaying this night. 

She rolled her eyes as left her room. She glanced out the corridor window to see the heavy rain fall. 

Perfect. she thought. Some poor soul is trying to stay dry. Even more an nuisance. Lark gripped her blade tightly as she made her way down the grand staircase in which was laced with a thin layer of dust. She made no introductions or announcements when her eyes fell upon the lavender Tiefling. 

“ Get out.” she demanded, her tone laced with hostility. She moved down the steps, her long dark hair billowing with each movement. She wrapped herself in a satin cloak and glared her verdant hues at the stranger. 

“ Whatever it is you came here to do, don’t. There is no haven for you here.” 

@moondrrops​

In the end, though, seeing Mollymauk feels like coming home. It’s been so long since he’s seen them, and just seeing them here - knowing they’re alright, and alive... it eases the burden that’s been weighing heavy on Gustav’s shoulders just a little.

“Mollymauk! It’s been far too long. Come, tell me everything.”

text me bby — @moondrrops​