molly wobbles but she doesn't fall down (wollymobbles) wrote in trickstersrpg, @ 2011-09-29 00:50:00 |
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The entire wrongness of this place sat so heavily on Molly that she almost could not bear it. It wasn't even the world itself, with everything all higgledy-piggledy and out of place. It was the things that should have been small. Like this empty house, with the pictures of her children smiling at her on the walls but without the sounds of their tiny feet and their laughter echoing through their rooms. Or the chest of toys that had appeared, each familiar toy inside making her feel even more lost and empty. Her body ached for them in a way that was both literal and emotional. Physical in that her very body was telling her that her one-month-old baby needed a feeding and the fact that she could not do so made it literally hurt. She thought perhaps she needed a healer but she did not know if there was one here. In the end she had gone into the bathroom and found some sort of bandage conveniently in the cabinet; it would have to do for now. Using it to gently bind her breasts had been painful in more than one way, and by the time she was done, Molly had tear stains streaking her cheeks.
"Arthur?" She headed out of the strange bathroom and down the hallway in search of her husband. Her long red hair swayed against her back as she walked and it moved in rhythm with the long black robes she wore. It was time to take her own advice and set their journals aside. Right now what she needed was to be held in her husband's arms and reassured that everything would be okay. Since the time she had been a child, being around Arthur had been able to calm her. Things were simply clearer when they were together. Doing her best to avoid the moving pictures on the wall beside her, Molly made her way down towards the living room, calling out her husband's name.