[ On the table, Molly would eventually find a letter. Attached to the letter is a black card with numbers on it and Molly's name. It certainly looks like a credit card or a bank card, but not of the normal flavor. Of course, since it's a letter, there is an audio message sent along to his phone around the time that Molly would discover the letter, just in case some of it is hard to read. ]
Mollymauk,
I did say I would repay you once your birthday came around, and I never miss an appointed notice time. First, happy birthday. You've made it another year and have grown older for it. See it as your revenge to the world. Every moment you persist against the ideals or intentions of others is a win for yourself. So treat the days and years with the reverie you deserve.
As for your gift, I left it with the letter. There isn't a limit. Even if you just flash the card with no intention to spend, you will be treated a prince. Money talks, as they say. Just remember to carry yourself with the air of someone who should have it. If there's ever a problem, call me and I will handle it.
Otherwise, this is my so-called revenge for everything that happened on my day. You gave me your key and stability, so in return I give you an asset I know I'm able to share with you. Saying it that way, it almost seems my 'gift' is a blending of lives. Perhaps you can see it that way if that's what you wish.
I'm sure Lycaon has also given you something far more personal, so I didn't want to clash with his talent for handcrafted, thoughtful gifts. The last thing I'd ever want is to clash with that dog. However, if I must compete with him even in this arena, I will make sure to perform in a way only I can.
[ he is all for surprises (not really but he's choosing to overlook all that today) but he honestly hoped he'd be able to at least catch one. but alas, each one of his dear friends slipped through his fingers and left behind their gifts leaving him to wrestle with the resulting feelings all on his own.
how utterly terrible of them! on his birthday no less!
what Mollymauk won't say out loud is that he is glad for it, what he won't say out loud is each of the gifts touched him deeply, leaving him feeling venerable and exposed. it's Hugo's gift that leaves him feeling all of that the worst of all. he damns the vampire with curses he doesn't mean, curses himself for not catching the devious thief in the act. it was for the best, if he had caught Hugo in the act then they'd be forced to confront the bubbling torrent of emotions building in Mollymauk's chest and no one wants that, do they?
(they're looking after each other with their gifts and that is what strikes Molly deep in his core.)
so it's only after he's gathered himself, after he's wrapped himself in the shawl and watched Frumpkin make a little nest out of the scarf Lia made, that he finds it in himself to send Hugo an audio message in response. ]
Well, the scoreboard currently stands at Lycaon: 1, Hugo: 3. His gift was indeed personal and thoughtful but yours managed to make me shed a tear. Multiple tears.
[ Molly laughs, desperately trying to cover the emotion still in his voice. ]
I don't think 'thank you' covers it, love. For the first time in my life I'm at a loss for words.
[ With the response, Hugo decides to just call, even if it was a short one. ]
Honestly... Although it does help my pride, I'm sure Lycaon spent a lot of time on his. It's a very personal gesture, even if he makes it seem effortless, so I do give him his flowers.
As for the rest, you don't have to say anything if there is nothing that comes to you. I wanted the gift to speak for itself. I'm glad you approve of it.
Just... if you do decide to use it to renovate or improve the apartment, get input before you set your heart on something..
[ he chuckles softly, choosing now to snap a quick picture of Frumpkin curled up in the scarf and sending it over to Hugo unprompted. ]
There is so much I want to say. So much I want to do, but you flew off before I had the chance. I greatly approve of the gift, it's... more than anyone has ever done for me before.
[ more than he's allowed anyone to do for him before. the fact that it's Hugo, the person who all but pulled him from the mistrustful hole he had been languishing in for so long, is exactly why it means so much. ]
You and Snowdrop had some ideas for a remodle, didn't you? The next time you're both free come over, we can brain storm over a platter of fruit and cheese and my boundless affections.
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backdated to 11/4 now that my hand is better
Mollymauk,
I did say I would repay you once your birthday came around, and I never miss an appointed notice time. First, happy birthday. You've made it another year and have grown older for it. See it as your revenge to the world. Every moment you persist against the ideals or intentions of others is a win for yourself. So treat the days and years with the reverie you deserve.
As for your gift, I left it with the letter. There isn't a limit. Even if you just flash the card with no intention to spend, you will be treated a prince. Money talks, as they say. Just remember to carry yourself with the air of someone who should have it. If there's ever a problem, call me and I will handle it.
Otherwise, this is my so-called revenge for everything that happened on my day. You gave me your key and stability, so in return I give you an asset I know I'm able to share with you. Saying it that way, it almost seems my 'gift' is a blending of lives. Perhaps you can see it that way if that's what you wish.
I'm sure Lycaon has also given you something far more personal, so I didn't want to clash with his talent for handcrafted, thoughtful gifts. The last thing I'd ever want is to clash with that dog. However, if I must compete with him even in this arena, I will make sure to perform in a way only I can.
- Vlad:
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how utterly terrible of them! on his birthday no less!
what Mollymauk won't say out loud is that he is glad for it, what he won't say out loud is each of the gifts touched him deeply, leaving him feeling venerable and exposed. it's Hugo's gift that leaves him feeling all of that the worst of all. he damns the vampire with curses he doesn't mean, curses himself for not catching the devious thief in the act. it was for the best, if he had caught Hugo in the act then they'd be forced to confront the bubbling torrent of emotions building in Mollymauk's chest and no one wants that, do they?
(they're looking after each other with their gifts and that is what strikes Molly deep in his core.)
so it's only after he's gathered himself, after he's wrapped himself in the shawl and watched Frumpkin make a little nest out of the scarf Lia made, that he finds it in himself to send Hugo an audio message in response. ]
Well, the scoreboard currently stands at Lycaon: 1, Hugo: 3. His gift was indeed personal and thoughtful but yours managed to make me shed a tear. Multiple tears.
[ Molly laughs, desperately trying to cover the emotion still in his voice. ]
I don't think 'thank you' covers it, love. For the first time in my life I'm at a loss for words.
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Honestly... Although it does help my pride, I'm sure Lycaon spent a lot of time on his. It's a very personal gesture, even if he makes it seem effortless, so I do give him his flowers.
As for the rest, you don't have to say anything if there is nothing that comes to you. I wanted the gift to speak for itself. I'm glad you approve of it.
Just... if you do decide to use it to renovate or improve the apartment, get input before you set your heart on something..
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[ he chuckles softly, choosing now to snap a quick picture of Frumpkin curled up in the scarf and sending it over to Hugo unprompted. ]
There is so much I want to say. So much I want to do, but you flew off before I had the chance. I greatly approve of the gift, it's... more than anyone has ever done for me before.
[ more than he's allowed anyone to do for him before. the fact that it's Hugo, the person who all but pulled him from the mistrustful hole he had been languishing in for so long, is exactly why it means so much. ]
You and Snowdrop had some ideas for a remodle, didn't you? The next time you're both free come over, we can brain storm over a platter of fruit and cheese and my boundless affections.