[ 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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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. ]