Who: Molly and Mal What: Mal comforting Molly When: Bendy times Where: Mal's cell Warnings: n/a
Molly knew that she couldn’t keep hold of Theo but she couldn’t help but still care. And yes, she even loved him. She was such an idiot. She had been the one to drive him away and yet, she wanted him near. She wanted him close. She missed him dearly and she would stay up during the night, thinking of him, sometimes often wondering if he was thinking of her. Probably not. He had other things to worry about, she supposed. She wondered if he ever loved her, if he meant the things he said when they were alone.
She hated this. She hated that she was worrying about this, about him instead of her duties as a slayer. She was important, she helped to protect people and thanks to Dom and her obsession to train and go patrol, Molly had clocked a lot of hours in where slaying was concerned.
But tonight was no different. She had laid in bed, her eyes open, staring ahead, her mind on Theo and where he must be right now. If he was okay, if he was hurt. If he wanted to see her, but his pride was massive and in the way of whatever he truly wanted.
Although she couldn’t see him, she knew who would have probably known and that’s when Molly kicked the blanket off of her and sat up, slipping her feet into a pair of slide ons before getting up and out of bed.
Theo was best friends with Liam, that much was clear and she knew that Liam knew where he was and how he was doing. And one other thing that she knew was that Liam enjoyed talking to a certain extent to where others would be simply tired of it. And right now, she bet that he was talking to Mal about it all. She and Mal weren’t as close as they could have been, but hopefully Mal would at least open up to her if Theo was in trouble.
“Hey, love,” Molly said softly. Her cell was dark and she didn’t want to disturb others as she walked in quietly and brought herself down to Mal’s level on the bed she was on.
“Do you mind if I talk to you?”
When Liam mentioned that he was going to be tagging along with Theo there was a moment where Mal regretted her words to him. Why did she go and open her big mouth? She knew that being friends was important but at the same time she didn’t know Theo like Liam did and that Gossip Girl blast had exposed things that Mal was a little uncomfortable with. Was it true? Did Theo kill someone? Kill his friends? It made Mal wonder just a little bit.
She felt bad, though. Mal did have a heart despite her mother being Maleficent. She felt deeply for Liam’s friend but at the same time Liam was her boyfriend. Mal felt responsible for not voicing her concerns about Liam just running off with Theo to god knows where. When did he say they were coming back? Mal was having trouble keeping track of the days.
Mal was half tempted to just do a spell to check in on her werewolf boo when she heard that familiar English accent. Mal didn’t spend too much time with Molly but the two of them were acquainted because their boyfriends were attached at the hip.
“Hey,” she said, greeting Theo’s...ex? Were they even together anymore? Liam had told Mal some things but she had a feeling he had broken bro code for spilling the beans about what happened to his best friend and the girl he was dating. “No, it’s okay. How are you doing?”
“Honestly?” Molly began, looking at the girl. “Not well.” It was the truth and she wasn’t going to lie about it. She was worried about Theo and she was barely sleeping these days. She sat down on the floor next to her bunk.
“I’m worried about Theo. I’ve no idea where he ran off to and I feel as though I did something to make him do this.” It was no secret by now that Gossip Girl had blasted her boyfriend and his past. It wasn’t fair, but in truth, the past was always there, in one way or the other. She had told Theo that no matter what, he could be a better person but it seemed that was no longer an issue.
“Do you know anything? Have you spoken to Liam?” She was curious if Mal knew anything. “I just want to know that he’s okay. I’ve tried texting him but he hasn’t responded.” Her gaze faltered slightly. If Mal knew where he was, then Molly would go. She would talk to him and plead with him to come back to the prison. And back to her.
So Molly didn’t know that Theo ran off with Liam? She thought that maybe she would at least know that but realized that if the two of them weren’t talking then maybe she wouldn’t have figured that part out. Mal had only been told because she needed to know that her boyfriend was leaving to go back sure that Molly’s didn’t do anything stupid. Ugh. Why did Mal have to let him go?
“Liam is with him,” Mal said, not finding any reason to lie because it was cruel to keep Molly in the dark about something that was obviously important to her. “He told me that he was going to go with him. I’ll be honest and say that I didn’t think it was a good idea. Are those things about Theo true?”
Mal didn’t mean to put Molly on the spot but Mal had to know. Liam wouldn’t tell her the truth because she was sure that Liam would protect Theo’s wellbeing at all cost and not have anyone new judge him for things like murder.
Molly knew that Theo had left, but she didn’t know where he had run off to. If she knew where he was, then she could try to bring him back, try and plead with him and tell him that he wasn’t the same person. But he was so hellbent on being that person and Molly didn’t understand why. When she told Molly that Liam was with him, that made her feel a bit better. At least he wasn’t alone, but she could tell that Mal wasn’t quite as accepting.
“He did bad horrible things in his past.” Which of course, his past was more of a recent past, but it didn’t matter. He didn’t want to be that person anymore.
“But he wanted to change. He was trying. I thought …” Her gaze faltered. “I didn’t know what horrible things he had done. He just told me that his past wasn’t a good one and he wanted to change and I told him that he could. I realized what he had done when Gossip Girl told the world,” she sighed.
“I feel like this is my fault. That I was scared and it made him angry that I was scared. I tried to get him to come back, but he mocked me, asking if I was in love with a murderer.” Her eyes began to water and she brought her hand up to wipe at them.
“I don’t know what he’s going to do.”
Mal got that everyone had a past and everyone did horrible things but killing someone was different, she felt. People made mistakes but taking a life, doing that multiple times, what could be redeemed about that? If Theo was so careless in his method of acting then why should Mal care if he wanted to be good? What about the people he killed? Did they deserve a chance? What made their lives so insignificant that they didn’t get to live it?
“Are you?” she asked, Mal’s gaze shifting but she brought them back to look at Molly, green eyes staring as she was quiet for a moment. Mal wasn’t going to judge her but she wanted to know if Molly did love Theo despite everything that he did.
Did that make Molly a bad person? Mal didn’t think so. She wished that Molly didn’t have to deal with something like this but she was and there wasn’t changing Theo’s past. All they could do now was accept it. Mal didn’t know if she could do what Molly did. If she could love someone with an evil heart.
Molly looked at her then. She hated admitting it only because Theo was right. She loved a murderer. She loved the guy who scared her to death. He was like Caleb and Kai. Caleb who did kill her and Kai who would have if given the chance, all for power. It wasn’t even about Molly, it wasn’t about anything. Just power.
“I loved him knowing that he wanted to change. I didn’t know why or what he had done. I was already in love with him. I think it’s love. I’ve never felt it before him. I know that I want him safe and I know that I could be so selfish when it comes to him … but he won’t let me be. He didn’t care, he just left.”
Molly began to cry then. She couldn’t help it. For a slayer, she failed at it. She once had such high dreams of being the best slayer and all she could do was keep screwing up or focusing her attention elsewhere. She wasn’t like the other girls.
“I just want him to be okay.”
Mal could understand it a bit. While she didn’t commit downright murder she was evil. She came from an evil person and that person had killed people. Maleficent was a soul filled with chaos and rage. Mal had taken on some of those qualities, too. She was born from that darkness but that didn’t mean that Mal had to be evil. She, like her friends, had the choice to choose and Mal chose to be good.
“You love him,” she repeated, moving forward so that she could embrace Molly. She couldn’t stand to see the girl cry over this but she could comprehend it. Nobody should have to feel this pain and Mal wanted to help her. She wanted to ease Molly somehow.
“I think that people have the ability to change no matter what they’ve done. People do things - horrible, unforgivable things, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t good somewhere. Most people don’t care. Some people never learn but if you’re saying he was trying...if he was trying to be good then you have to remind him that there is still something to be good for.”
Mal moved back, her hands on Molly’s shoulders as she examined her friend. Yes. The two of them could be friends, couldn’t they?
“Let’s go after them,” she said, the idea a bit crazy but she couldn’t let Molly suffer like this.
Molly held onto her as she cried and she felt a bit foolish but she had been trying so hard to hold it all in that she finally just let go. When Mal pulled away, Molly wiped at her face as she sniffled. Theo was trying to be good. He was trying to be better. He wanted something new, like this was a new start for him. This place was horrible but for people like them, where this was a restart, it was a second chance they ever thought they would get.
At her suggestion, Molly’s eyes lit up. She didn’t think that Theo would like the fact that she went after him. He made it clear to her but she didn’t quite care. She wanted to see him and talk to him. Face to face, not over a blasted network.
“Right now?” It was the middle of the night. Molly wasn’t sure if they could even get out of the prison. But the idea of waiting just made it worse. She wanted to leave now.