[ It's odd, he thinks, he didn't think Caleb could laugh. Too much sadness sits in his chest and upon his shoulders, that the sound surprises him for a moment. It's odd, but much more pleasant than the sound of his heart thundering inside his chest.
The adrenaline seeps from his limbs, but Molly's mind still races, thoughts firing off in rapid succession. He had accepted it, you know, as Lorenzo's blade had pierced his chest. The bastard wasn't looking at Beau anymore, if his death got them the opening they needed - the chance to either kill Lorenzo or get back their friends - he didn't mind dying. Well, no, Molly minded, but it made things a little easier to swallow. He didn't want anyone to sacrifice anything for him, to save him, or bring his ass back to life (as nice of an ass as it is) and he can't help but think about the terrible price Caleb must have paid for his life.
Molly won't let that price consume him, no matter what. ]
We should get after them then.
[ Mollymauk, after all, has some repayments to make. Those of the bloody and vicious kind. Not only for their lost friends, for himself, and whatever danger Caleb put himself in for his sake.
A weak laugh passes the tiefling's lips, his hand dropping to rest on top of Caleb's. Does anything still hurt? Ha. He thinks for a moment of lying, of saying he is as fit as a fiddle. But even Molly wouldn't be able to believe that lie. ]
Only everything, Mister Caleb. [ His soul, after all, was just ripped back from where ever the dead go and placed back in his broken, bleeding body. Still he manages a smile, propping up one leg. ] Don't worry, I'll be fine.
[ Exhaustion is creeping in, making itself known as Molly smiles up at him from his lap. Caleb is seized with a terrible awareness of how fragile this moment is. How easy had it been for Lorenzo to snuff Molly out? No more effort than blowing out a candle. All that blood, all those tears, and it would be such a thin bulwark against the violence of the world.
The moments when Caleb wants to protect these people are so difficult to weather. He is aware of his own shortcomings. He is aware of his defects and his selfishness. He is just as liable to run away as he is to stand and fight. His fingers card gently through Molly's hand. ]
I know.
[ Caleb will make it so. He's already sliced into his skin to buy Molly back. Perhaps whatever gods were observing will grant them some sort of favor because of it.
Slowly, Caleb becomes aware of a line of connection. He'd felt it open and ignored it. He feels it now as Molly's hand settles over his, as Molly shifts and tests his body and pain sparks between them. That isn't Caleb's to feel, and yet— ]
Come. I'll help you sit up, and you can drink this.
[ Whatever Caleb does or doesn't feel will have to be puzzled over later. Is this the price? Is this how he keeps Molly alive, by linking their very souls together? He needs to wrap his own palms back up, but he fumbles to help Molly into a sitting position first, watching every single wince and hitch to feel them mirrored in his own body. ]
[ He can feel it, exhaustion bleeding through Caleb into Mollymauk. Heaviness that seeps through his limbs that plead to stop, to just rest for a moment. They can't, but he wants to so desperately stay like this, close his eyes and rest his head against Caleb's lap. He's much warmer than Molly right now.
But their friends are counting on them.
Molly breathes in sharp, uncurling his hand from Caleb as the other helps him up. Each movement is stiff, painful, he winces despite himself, teeth gritting together as they fumble their way into sitting him up. It's terrible. Molly decides quickly that movement is in fact something he doesn't need to be doing anytime soon. He feels more exhausted than when he started, nerves sending flares of pain through his limbs like rapid shocks of a lightning spell. He groans, leaning most of his weight against Caleb's thin frame. ]
Isn't that...?
[ The last of their potions. Molly reaches, tries to, but his arm ends up resting upon his knee instead. Protests start to form in the back of his head, thoughts of telling Caleb to save it for when they catch up with those assholes. They get as far as the expression on Caleb's face, the smear of blood against the glass of the bottle. He'll worry if Molly doesn't, that's not something he wants to be doing right now. Caleb's worried enough over him, given enough. ]
I may need some assistance, my arms don't seem to have their strength back just yet.
[ Molly lifts the one on his knee as demonstration, lifting it all of a few centimeters before it falls back down. He doesn't dare the other, propping him up as to not have all of his weight come crushing down against Caleb. ]
[ Molly will need to sleep. (Caleb will need to sleep.) They will have time for that. They've lost any chance at surprising their quarry. Now they will need to be very smart. In the back of his head, where he had put everything that wasn't this spell and the task of dragging Molly back from beyond the veil, there lives a cold, vengeful, calculating urge towards revenge.
Yes, they will get their friends back. But Caleb also wants to burn the ones who took them in the first place, and the man who nearly claimed a fourth traveling companion.
His fingers find Molly's face, linger briefly on his jaw before he grips Molly's shoulders and begins levering him up. His palms flare up in pain, mingling with second-hand exhaustion and the sensation of a phantom thread stringing them together. That's something to worry about later. Something he can read on when they are back in Zadash and far from this. Clumsily, he props Molly up, braces him with one sticky palm against his back. ]
It will be easier after you've slept. There is food back at our camp. [ And firblog, who drifted out of the bushes as if their tragedy had summoned her. ] You'll feel like yourself again soon.
[ Maybe. Caleb had taken a risk with this spell, and it had burned something out of him in the process. The side effects are all a bit beyond his understanding. ]
You will be okay.
[ But still, Caleb speaks this into the air. He has bent the world between his hands to bring Molly back to them. Surely this one last reassurance can be granted as well. ]
[ In truth, Molly isn't sure he ever will feel like himself. Not completely. Something changed in the ritual, something found it's way around his soul and sunk in deep when Caleb pulled him back from the abyss. He can feel it, faintly, like a thread wrapped around him, between the aches of his limbs and the exhaustion that tries to sap what little strength Caleb's spell gifted him.
Regardless Mollymauk smiles, leaning a little into Caleb, drawing on his warmth. ]
I'm sure I will, Mr. Caleb.
[ Maybe, maybe not. Still, Molly wants to assure him as much as he can, deciding against voicing any of his concerns. Who knows, maybe Caleb's right and all he needs is to sleep to feel good as new, like himself again. Either way they need to rest if they want to go after the others and kill the bastards who took them. ]
You'll stay with me, right? [ It takes a moment before he can walk without his knees buckling from underneath him. When he does Mollymauk keeps close to Caleb just in case they decide to betray him. ] I think I'll rest easier with you there.
[ Putting his arm beneath Molly, taking his weight, Caleb can almost fool himself that they're stumbling back from some innocuous scrape. Not from the aftermath of Caleb bending reality around them, wrenching Molly's soul back from the grasp of a diety far stronger than he could ever hope to be.
Perhaps the tangible sense of connection between them is punishment for that. Perhaps it's simply because he'd made a mistake. Either way, he has Molly back and they can continue chasing their friends. His fingers slot along Molly's ribs, holding him tightly. He feels steadier, even knowing he has done something incredibly dangerous without full knowledge of the consequences. ]
Yes, [ Caleb promises, suspecting that any other answer may no longer be possible for him. ] Yes, I will stay. All of us will be with you.
[ And inevitably, after they've returned and tears have been shed and they all lie down to sleep, Caleb will be settled in beside Molly. ]
[ There is a comfort in that, relief that fills Molly's chest and lets him breathe a little easier. He allows Caleb to take some of his weight, a blood soaked hand resting just on top of Caleb's as they stumble back to the others. ]
Good, good. [ Sleep will come easier with Caleb nearby, with the others close. That way he needn't think of the ramifications of Caleb's spell, or the thread that dangles between them, or anything. ] It'll be just like the first nights we spent together. One big pile of assholes.
[ Exhaustion seeps further and further into him as they get closer to the camp. By the time they arrive Molly can barely keep his eyes open, even though the tearful reunions. He remembers a brief exchange of 'fuck you's at Beau, the guilty look from Keg, hushed questions thrown at Caleb, before finding Jester's pack to rest his head upon. It takes mere moments for sleep to find him, waking only briefly when the others join and Caleb settles in beside him.
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SURPRISE, i have brought you pain.
The adrenaline seeps from his limbs, but Molly's mind still races, thoughts firing off in rapid succession. He had accepted it, you know, as Lorenzo's blade had pierced his chest. The bastard wasn't looking at Beau anymore, if his death got them the opening they needed - the chance to either kill Lorenzo or get back their friends - he didn't mind dying. Well, no, Molly minded, but it made things a little easier to swallow. He didn't want anyone to sacrifice anything for him, to save him, or bring his ass back to life (as nice of an ass as it is) and he can't help but think about the terrible price Caleb must have paid for his life.
Molly won't let that price consume him, no matter what. ]
We should get after them then.
[ Mollymauk, after all, has some repayments to make. Those of the bloody and vicious kind. Not only for their lost friends, for himself, and whatever danger Caleb put himself in for his sake.
A weak laugh passes the tiefling's lips, his hand dropping to rest on top of Caleb's. Does anything still hurt? Ha. He thinks for a moment of lying, of saying he is as fit as a fiddle. But even Molly wouldn't be able to believe that lie. ]
Only everything, Mister Caleb. [ His soul, after all, was just ripped back from where ever the dead go and placed back in his broken, bleeding body. Still he manages a smile, propping up one leg. ] Don't worry, I'll be fine.
weeps about it
The moments when Caleb wants to protect these people are so difficult to weather. He is aware of his own shortcomings. He is aware of his defects and his selfishness. He is just as liable to run away as he is to stand and fight. His fingers card gently through Molly's hand. ]
I know.
[ Caleb will make it so. He's already sliced into his skin to buy Molly back. Perhaps whatever gods were observing will grant them some sort of favor because of it.
Slowly, Caleb becomes aware of a line of connection. He'd felt it open and ignored it. He feels it now as Molly's hand settles over his, as Molly shifts and tests his body and pain sparks between them. That isn't Caleb's to feel, and yet— ]
Come. I'll help you sit up, and you can drink this.
[ Whatever Caleb does or doesn't feel will have to be puzzled over later. Is this the price? Is this how he keeps Molly alive, by linking their very souls together? He needs to wrap his own palms back up, but he fumbles to help Molly into a sitting position first, watching every single wince and hitch to feel them mirrored in his own body. ]
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But their friends are counting on them.
Molly breathes in sharp, uncurling his hand from Caleb as the other helps him up. Each movement is stiff, painful, he winces despite himself, teeth gritting together as they fumble their way into sitting him up. It's terrible. Molly decides quickly that movement is in fact something he doesn't need to be doing anytime soon. He feels more exhausted than when he started, nerves sending flares of pain through his limbs like rapid shocks of a lightning spell. He groans, leaning most of his weight against Caleb's thin frame. ]
Isn't that...?
[ The last of their potions. Molly reaches, tries to, but his arm ends up resting upon his knee instead. Protests start to form in the back of his head, thoughts of telling Caleb to save it for when they catch up with those assholes. They get as far as the expression on Caleb's face, the smear of blood against the glass of the bottle. He'll worry if Molly doesn't, that's not something he wants to be doing right now. Caleb's worried enough over him, given enough. ]
I may need some assistance, my arms don't seem to have their strength back just yet.
[ Molly lifts the one on his knee as demonstration, lifting it all of a few centimeters before it falls back down. He doesn't dare the other, propping him up as to not have all of his weight come crushing down against Caleb. ]
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Yes, they will get their friends back. But Caleb also wants to burn the ones who took them in the first place, and the man who nearly claimed a fourth traveling companion.
His fingers find Molly's face, linger briefly on his jaw before he grips Molly's shoulders and begins levering him up. His palms flare up in pain, mingling with second-hand exhaustion and the sensation of a phantom thread stringing them together. That's something to worry about later. Something he can read on when they are back in Zadash and far from this. Clumsily, he props Molly up, braces him with one sticky palm against his back. ]
It will be easier after you've slept. There is food back at our camp. [ And firblog, who drifted out of the bushes as if their tragedy had summoned her. ] You'll feel like yourself again soon.
[ Maybe. Caleb had taken a risk with this spell, and it had burned something out of him in the process. The side effects are all a bit beyond his understanding. ]
You will be okay.
[ But still, Caleb speaks this into the air. He has bent the world between his hands to bring Molly back to them. Surely this one last reassurance can be granted as well. ]
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Regardless Mollymauk smiles, leaning a little into Caleb, drawing on his warmth. ]
I'm sure I will, Mr. Caleb.
[ Maybe, maybe not. Still, Molly wants to assure him as much as he can, deciding against voicing any of his concerns. Who knows, maybe Caleb's right and all he needs is to sleep to feel good as new, like himself again. Either way they need to rest if they want to go after the others and kill the bastards who took them. ]
You'll stay with me, right? [ It takes a moment before he can walk without his knees buckling from underneath him. When he does Mollymauk keeps close to Caleb just in case they decide to betray him. ] I think I'll rest easier with you there.
wrappin' this y/n?
Perhaps the tangible sense of connection between them is punishment for that. Perhaps it's simply because he'd made a mistake. Either way, he has Molly back and they can continue chasing their friends. His fingers slot along Molly's ribs, holding him tightly. He feels steadier, even knowing he has done something incredibly dangerous without full knowledge of the consequences. ]
Yes, [ Caleb promises, suspecting that any other answer may no longer be possible for him. ] Yes, I will stay. All of us will be with you.
[ And inevitably, after they've returned and tears have been shed and they all lie down to sleep, Caleb will be settled in beside Molly. ]
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Good, good. [ Sleep will come easier with Caleb nearby, with the others close. That way he needn't think of the ramifications of Caleb's spell, or the thread that dangles between them, or anything. ] It'll be just like the first nights we spent together. One big pile of assholes.
[ Exhaustion seeps further and further into him as they get closer to the camp. By the time they arrive Molly can barely keep his eyes open, even though the tearful reunions. He remembers a brief exchange of 'fuck you's at Beau, the guilty look from Keg, hushed questions thrown at Caleb, before finding Jester's pack to rest his head upon. It takes mere moments for sleep to find him, waking only briefly when the others join and Caleb settles in beside him.
Rest. ]