Previously
“Sorry! Sorry!” Molly shouts and pulls back from the kiss like he couldn’t believe his body had just done that. “I should’ve asked, but god I’ve wanted to do that for so long and I thought I’d lost my chance there so I just-“
Caleb’s numb hands rise to hold him in place. ‘Him’, Mollymauk. Caleb scanned his face, far too lost in his own thoughts to really notice how nervous the other man was, how nervous Molly was. This was Molly, his moonlight had come back; his brain kept saying it over and over and though he could see without a doubt that this was in fact his old friend, he just couldn’t believe it.
Six years had passed since Mollymauk’s failed resurrection and Kingsleys birth. How the hell was he back after all this time? And how did they manage to acquire separate bodies for the two tieflings souls?
Millions of questions swirled around in the wizards head, and yet in the eye of the storm there was only one thought. His hand finally lifted to touch the soft and worn lavender skin, dusted with pink over Mollys cheeks and red eyes snapped to him with a breath held between them both.
“You’re as beautiful as the day I lost you.”
