[Lycaon can put two and two together. He knows Molly doesn't think he and Hugo just went to an amusement park for four days on a whim, especially not with how they vanished out of thin air. But explaining it to Molly right now would likely worry him, and in ways Lycaon himself was not.
The important thing is they're back and okay.]
Oh? Well, I suppose that is as good of a compliment as any that my foray into more complex flavours was a success. Did you enjoy the sea salt flavour or french silk flavour more?
[He'd have to make more once he was back. There's a list of flavours on his desk somehwere that he can pull from.]
Please let him know I'm fine..and that I have a Noibat I will likely have questions on regarding her diet once I am able to return.
Oh, uh... you know both flavours were really good but if I had to pick a favorite of the two. [ Molly hums thoughtfully. ] French silk.
[ he makes a note to ask Lycaon to make some more once everything is back to normal and they don't have to worry about every Dick and Harry being able to see them for what they truly are. ]
Will do.
[ there is a pause and he exhales softly. ]
Hugo said you two are fine but if you aren't and if you need anything, just shout.
Noted. I had already marked down Olive Oil, so I will do French Silk alongside it.
[The normalcy of the conversation is something he craved most of all. He had far too many conversations where he had to hold up what felt like pounds of regret over his heart.]
...
Hugo is right that we are both fine. That is the most important takeaway.
I have a lot of thinking to do. It's perhaps best that I have this time away from him to have that opportunity.
[His talk with Zulius had felt so long ago now. Seeing Jack and perishing along with Hugo too. They were a hazy dreamlike scenario in his head. But they had not left, not even after death.]
Careful with all that thinking, do it too much and you'll think yourself into knots.
[ he's done that more than once in the past few months, it's exhausting and there is little more that Molly finds himself wanting thank to just... stop thinking all together. but alas, in his efforts to keep to more healthier habits he's forgone some of his favorite things to consume when he doesn't want to think anymore. ]
...
Not much. He told me he died, had to wait in some sort of purgatory. [ it's a little presumptuous of him to think that Lycaon also fell, but he can't picture Lycaon allowing Hugo to fall if he himself hadn't fallen alongside him. ] ] You don't have to get into it right now, I just want you to know I'm here if you need anything.
Unfortunately, I have nothing but time these days, so I will likely have a net with all my knots I've created.
[His brain, when he couldn't trick it into sleep, had been going over recent events, compartmentalizing them. Each layer he pulled back was scarier than the last. This was truly a battleground he had no experience in.]
That is correct. I...joined him in that endeavor. [It'd be more apt to say he caused it.] We were taken to a place that was drenched in the Earth element. So much so that it numbed three of my senses and sent my instincts into a panic.
It is humbling to know that this world can still take things from me, and I can only survive so many.
[But that's oddly enough not what frightened him.]
The 'Purgatory' we were in was off. It felt more like a backstage to a play, where actors go when they have finished their roles.
Just don't go trying to untie them all by yourself. I've been told I've got some talented hands and make for a great listener.
[ there is no jest in his words, in his tone, instead Molly's voice is thick with sincerity. he doesn't expect Lycaon to take him up on it but it's important to put the offer out there regardless. ]
I take my eyes off you both for five minutes. [ Molly jokes but his mind goes back to that road, to the flecks of snow, to Yasha and Jester and Fjord and his blood runs cold. not again, never again, not while he still lives and breathes. ] Sounds like the place gave you the world's worst head-cold.
Maybe it was like that 'cause it wasn't a real death? I've heard the Spirit Realm can get really fucky at times and it sounds like you might've gotten pulled into that gate that had opened up.
...Mm. It wouldn't be right to offer my own ear for listening if I did not accept yours in return. Very well. I cannot divulge everything, but it is not out of being cagey or obtuse. I simply do not know what to feel about them myself, let alone explain it to another person.
I suppose what I can divulge is that I broke free from a restraint that had me tied down for years. You are well aware that Hugo and I grew up together, with a mentor. That mentor took me aside and requested something of me. I was young, and I didn't understand why he would ask that of me. And when the time came to follow that order, I couldn't do it. I ran, abandoning everything I had thought important.
It took me many years to realize how cowardly that was. And now...when presented with that order again..I refused. If there is a silver lining in all of this, it was that I got the closure I desperately needed.
...
As for my 'death', I believe you are right. There was no god of death to greet us, and while I cannot say I expected much, the snacks were store-bought and sub-par.
[Is he judging Purgatory's presentation? Just a bit! The magazines were outdated too, if he's honest. At least he got the good boy chair even if he had to shoo a stinky pirate off it.]
I don't need the details, what matters is you got the closure you needed in the end. Not being able to get closure over something that hangs over your head like an execution axe is... agony. So fuck the details, they don't matter anymore.
[ he had never really gotten closure from his past, his existence, in his past life. he hadn't really wanted it and he still doesn't, doesn't want to know the reasons behind Lucien's decisions and his own creation. no reason could excuse what followed and how it bit the people Mollymauk loves in the ass.
he can't even say he wants closure from this life's past, he doesn't want to think of the people who had adopted him and what happened to them. as far as he's concerned they can rot in whatever hole they crawled away into and stay far far away from him.
but his friends? his loved ones? their closure is precious and important. ]
Oh no, they left you with sub-par snacks? That's terrible. We should complain to the Fucky Spirit Realm Purgatory Committee, the FSRPC, about this!
[Molly, talking like that even in your head is what makes people think you need closure most of all. Isn't that still running away, in a less physical sense?]
Mm.
[He does wonder how true that is.] I suppose as long as I know the nuances, that is enough for me. [He wonders if Molly would still think that if he knew those details.]
Nevertheless, I have broken free from the fetters that bound me to that metaphorical stone, and I'm finally ready to leave that part of me behind. I will not thank the fact that I had to feel death to do it, but I will take small victories.
[He chuckles, a bit embarrassed.]
Your humor is boundless, Mollymauk. I was greeted to a 'good boy' chair and snacks in the shape of a cartoon canine with a penchant for sandwiches and solving mysteries.
[Yes, he saw the Scooby Snacks. He did eat a couple.]
[ maybe he would, maybe it wouldn't change how he views Lycaon in the slightest because he can understand what it is like to be looked upon suspiciously. maybe he'd lay the blame all at Jack's feet for placing such an order at the feet of a child and for even thinking that such a thing was necessary in the first place.
but that's all a nice little mystery as Mollymauk doesn't know the details, nor does he wholly care to. ]
Sometimes we have to take those little victories─ not that I'd call you two coming back home to me is a little victory. But I'm happy for you. It has to feel good not to be shackled anymore.
[ says the man shackled still but choosing to ignore their existence. ]
Lycaon, love, you are a 'good boy' and everyone should know it. The snacks though? That's just comical, how did they taste?
[In the end, its something both Lycaon has moved past, and Molly never wanted to know in the first place. If that's the case, it's really the tree that fell in a forest that didn't make a sound.]
It's not something I would've wished upon you in the slightest, Mollymauk, but I'm glad we were able to return to you. I do feel considerably lighter, all things considered. Not that I will give that Baron any credit.
[There's such an audible sigh on the other end.]
My...'good boy' status aside, I was quite disappointed. They were just graham cracker snacks and standard gummies.
[He was expecting more for the good boy chair, ok.]
[ a chuckles comes from the other end, tired around the edges, and Mollymauk lets the last of the tension in his shoulders drain away. it only matters that they're back, they're not kidnapped or dead or sold off to become slaves in another continent. ]
Graham crackers and standard gummies? Ew. [ he can't see the face the tiefling is pulling but he can probably hear it. ] They should've at least provided you some of the good gummies, delicious ones that make the world a little fuzzy around the corners.
Mm. Agreed. I did not partake in them, but Hugo did. The graham crackers were fine, but lacked any sort of thing that sets them apart from other graham cracker snacks. I also learned some recipes I'm curious to test out. Purgatory had quite the magazine selection.
[The nonchalant way he talks about the stopping point between heaven and hell makes it sound like he had to wait for his car's oil to get changed and got stuck waiting for it.]
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The important thing is they're back and okay.]
Oh? Well, I suppose that is as good of a compliment as any that my foray into more complex flavours was a success. Did you enjoy the sea salt flavour or french silk flavour more?
[He'd have to make more once he was back. There's a list of flavours on his desk somehwere that he can pull from.]
Please let him know I'm fine..and that I have a Noibat I will likely have questions on regarding her diet once I am able to return.
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[ he makes a note to ask Lycaon to make some more once everything is back to normal and they don't have to worry about every Dick and Harry being able to see them for what they truly are. ]
Will do.
[ there is a pause and he exhales softly. ]
Hugo said you two are fine but if you aren't and if you need anything, just shout.
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[The normalcy of the conversation is something he craved most of all. He had far too many conversations where he had to hold up what felt like pounds of regret over his heart.]
...
Hugo is right that we are both fine. That is the most important takeaway.
I have a lot of thinking to do. It's perhaps best that I have this time away from him to have that opportunity.
[His talk with Zulius had felt so long ago now. Seeing Jack and perishing along with Hugo too. They were a hazy dreamlike scenario in his head. But they had not left, not even after death.]
What has he told you?
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[ he's done that more than once in the past few months, it's exhausting and there is little more that Molly finds himself wanting thank to just... stop thinking all together. but alas, in his efforts to keep to more healthier habits he's forgone some of his favorite things to consume when he doesn't want to think anymore. ]
...
Not much. He told me he died, had to wait in some sort of purgatory. [ it's a little presumptuous of him to think that Lycaon also fell, but he can't picture Lycaon allowing Hugo to fall if he himself hadn't fallen alongside him. ] ] You don't have to get into it right now, I just want you to know I'm here if you need anything.
I kind of experienced in that sort of thing.
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[His brain, when he couldn't trick it into sleep, had been going over recent events, compartmentalizing them. Each layer he pulled back was scarier than the last. This was truly a battleground he had no experience in.]
That is correct. I...joined him in that endeavor. [It'd be more apt to say he caused it.] We were taken to a place that was drenched in the Earth element. So much so that it numbed three of my senses and sent my instincts into a panic.
It is humbling to know that this world can still take things from me, and I can only survive so many.
[But that's oddly enough not what frightened him.]
The 'Purgatory' we were in was off. It felt more like a backstage to a play, where actors go when they have finished their roles.
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[ there is no jest in his words, in his tone, instead Molly's voice is thick with sincerity. he doesn't expect Lycaon to take him up on it but it's important to put the offer out there regardless. ]
I take my eyes off you both for five minutes. [ Molly jokes but his mind goes back to that road, to the flecks of snow, to Yasha and Jester and Fjord and his blood runs cold. not again, never again, not while he still lives and breathes. ] Sounds like the place gave you the world's worst head-cold.
Maybe it was like that 'cause it wasn't a real death? I've heard the Spirit Realm can get really fucky at times and it sounds like you might've gotten pulled into that gate that had opened up.
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I suppose what I can divulge is that I broke free from a restraint that had me tied down for years. You are well aware that Hugo and I grew up together, with a mentor. That mentor took me aside and requested something of me. I was young, and I didn't understand why he would ask that of me. And when the time came to follow that order, I couldn't do it. I ran, abandoning everything I had thought important.
It took me many years to realize how cowardly that was. And now...when presented with that order again..I refused. If there is a silver lining in all of this, it was that I got the closure I desperately needed.
...
As for my 'death', I believe you are right. There was no god of death to greet us, and while I cannot say I expected much, the snacks were store-bought and sub-par.
[Is he judging Purgatory's presentation? Just a bit! The magazines were outdated too, if he's honest. At least he got the good boy chair even if he had to shoo a stinky pirate off it.]
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[ he had never really gotten closure from his past, his existence, in his past life. he hadn't really wanted it and he still doesn't, doesn't want to know the reasons behind Lucien's decisions and his own creation. no reason could excuse what followed and how it bit the people Mollymauk loves in the ass.
he can't even say he wants closure from this life's past, he doesn't want to think of the people who had adopted him and what happened to them. as far as he's concerned they can rot in whatever hole they crawled away into and stay far far away from him.
but his friends? his loved ones? their closure is precious and important. ]
Oh no, they left you with sub-par snacks? That's terrible. We should complain to the Fucky Spirit Realm Purgatory Committee, the FSRPC, about this!
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Mm.
[He does wonder how true that is.] I suppose as long as I know the nuances, that is enough for me. [He wonders if Molly would still think that if he knew those details.]
Nevertheless, I have broken free from the fetters that bound me to that metaphorical stone, and I'm finally ready to leave that part of me behind. I will not thank the fact that I had to feel death to do it, but I will take small victories.
[He chuckles, a bit embarrassed.]
Your humor is boundless, Mollymauk. I was greeted to a 'good boy' chair and snacks in the shape of a cartoon canine with a penchant for sandwiches and solving mysteries.
[Yes, he saw the Scooby Snacks. He did eat a couple.]
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but that's all a nice little mystery as Mollymauk doesn't know the details, nor does he wholly care to. ]
Sometimes we have to take those little victories─ not that I'd call you two coming back home to me is a little victory. But I'm happy for you. It has to feel good not to be shackled anymore.
[ says the man shackled still but choosing to ignore their existence. ]
Lycaon, love, you are a 'good boy' and everyone should know it. The snacks though? That's just comical, how did they taste?
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It's not something I would've wished upon you in the slightest, Mollymauk, but I'm glad we were able to return to you. I do feel considerably lighter, all things considered. Not that I will give that Baron any credit.
[There's such an audible sigh on the other end.]
My...'good boy' status aside, I was quite disappointed. They were just graham cracker snacks and standard gummies.
[He was expecting more for the good boy chair, ok.]
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Graham crackers and standard gummies? Ew. [ he can't see the face the tiefling is pulling but he can probably hear it. ] They should've at least provided you some of the good gummies, delicious ones that make the world a little fuzzy around the corners.
[ Molly makes a thoughtful noise then. ]
I need to get some gummies.
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[The nonchalant way he talks about the stopping point between heaven and hell makes it sound like he had to wait for his car's oil to get changed and got stuck waiting for it.]
There is a treat I learned I think you'll enjoy.