[ the thought of dying isn't one he wants to think much on either. it always drags the worst memories up to the front; the horrible twisted face of a man he doesn't remember but loathes, the clear scene of Yasha, Fjord and Jester bound (sometimes the memory flickers, the people shift. sometimes in the worst of his dreams he sees Lycaon, Hugo, and Caleb being torn from his grip), the desperate rage and grief, and the blinding pain of something vicious piercing his chest.
if something were to happen, if something was to rip them from him─if he lost Hugo. it wouldn't kill him but it would do something far, far worse. the thought makes him wish his blood could do something just as impressive, makes him wish he could give them a vial in case of emergencies or something. his blood used to be able to do a bunch of crazy shit, didn't it? if he had even a fraction of the power Lucien had maybe, just maybe, he could find some way to always keep them safe.
maybe.
but that thought drifts back into the depths of his mind when the present floats up and over to Hugo's palm, red eyes blinking rapidly. the questions of what, when, how dying on his tongue at the vampire's words. ]
Aww, really? And here I was hoping you were going to sweep me off my feet with a romantic proposal and everything.
[ Molly provides his right hand as instructed, lips pressed into a teasing grin. not that the teasing last very long, his line of thought utterly derailed by the open box and the ring nestled inside. he had been joking about the proposal! and yet the last of his gifts as a ring. anyone else would have rightly assumed it to be just that, but Molly knows full well where Hugo's heart lies. ]
I didn't doubt it... not really. [ his tail thumps against the couch. ] Lying isn't something we've ever done to each other. You, you didn't have to do this you know.
[ Where Hugo's heart laid had nothing to with it, he would say. If there was something he wanted, he was not going to let anything stand in his way, much less a wolf with a need to be an insufferably nice person.
That aside, seeing the amusement die on the other's face when he sees what the present was brought a quirk to his lips. He had always thought of molly as someone afraid of anything resembling commitment. Thus, he wouldn't ever do something that he feels is someone else's job to ease him into. This, however, was something very much in his power to handle. Giving molly his word that he is important to him, and something that will remind him every time he forgets. That is something Hugo can offer him.
The vampire plucks the ring out of the box, setting that aside and holding it out to him. ]
And when you're mad at me, you can throw it across the room. It's a handy little thing.
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if something were to happen, if something was to rip them from him─if he lost Hugo. it wouldn't kill him but it would do something far, far worse. the thought makes him wish his blood could do something just as impressive, makes him wish he could give them a vial in case of emergencies or something. his blood used to be able to do a bunch of crazy shit, didn't it? if he had even a fraction of the power Lucien had maybe, just maybe, he could find some way to always keep them safe.
maybe.
but that thought drifts back into the depths of his mind when the present floats up and over to Hugo's palm, red eyes blinking rapidly. the questions of what, when, how dying on his tongue at the vampire's words. ]
Aww, really? And here I was hoping you were going to sweep me off my feet with a romantic proposal and everything.
[ Molly provides his right hand as instructed, lips pressed into a teasing grin. not that the teasing last very long, his line of thought utterly derailed by the open box and the ring nestled inside. he had been joking about the proposal! and yet the last of his gifts as a ring. anyone else would have rightly assumed it to be just that, but Molly knows full well where Hugo's heart lies. ]
I didn't doubt it... not really. [ his tail thumps against the couch. ] Lying isn't something we've ever done to each other. You, you didn't have to do this you know.
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That aside, seeing the amusement die on the other's face when he sees what the present was brought a quirk to his lips. He had always thought of molly as someone afraid of anything resembling commitment. Thus, he wouldn't ever do something that he feels is someone else's job to ease him into. This, however, was something very much in his power to handle. Giving molly his word that he is important to him, and something that will remind him every time he forgets. That is something Hugo can offer him.
The vampire plucks the ring out of the box, setting that aside and holding it out to him. ]
And when you're mad at me, you can throw it across the room. It's a handy little thing.