мollyмaυĸ (eyesnevershut) wrote in wtnvic, @ 2018-09-10 23:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, caleb widogast, mollymauk tealeaf |
who: Molly and Caleb.
what: Molly got a new tattoo.
where: Their bedroom.
when: Afternoon.
warning: References to character death.
status: In progress.
Molly was starting to like Night Vale. Granted, for him the alternative was apparently being dead in the ground after being impaled by a slaver, which was rather unpleasant as alternatives went. He much preferred being here, alive and whole with most of his friends. He missed Jester and Nott, of course, but at least he had Yasha. And Fjord. And Beau. And Caleb. This thing with Caleb was still so new. It felt delicate and fragile and Molly was terrified of breaking it. His death still hung between them, a looming threat and a deadline all in one. He was living on borrowed time here, and he knew that it wouldn't last no matter what Caleb might think. Every time he looked down and saw the scar, massive and ugly in the center of his chest, he was reminded of that. Every time Caleb looked at it and flinched, Molly felt a spike of guilt at the reminder that he was being selfish. That he was setting Caleb up for more pain. So he had done something about that. He had found a tattoo artist in the Barista district and gotten a new piece of art done. With his tolerance for pain and the artist's skill it hadn't taken long, short sessions over a few days, and he was pleased with the results. It was lovely, warm colors standing out in sharp contrast to his lavender skin. Looking now, the scar was hidden and all he could see was color. It was reassuring almost, a way of tricking himself into thinking he could hold on to this. On his way back to the little home they had made for themselves, he found a thrift shop and had gone inside, picking up a couple things. A few necklaces, a skirt and a shorter pair of boots. He'd found since arriving in Night Vale that he quite liked skirts. He changed into it, feeling comfortable in it and a shirt he'd borrowed from Caleb. Well, borrowed without asking. But with full intent to return. Eventually. He had wandered aimlessly for a bit before making his way home and going straight to the room he shared with Caleb, finding his wizard there reading and petting Frumpkin. "Hello, my love," he greeted him with a small smile, dropping down next to him and pressing a kiss to his cheek. |