[ 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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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. ]