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lifeaftr2018-11-08 04:14 pm
devilstongue) wrote in lifeaftr2018-11-08 04:14 pm
How do you want to do this?
Who: Molly, Beau, Nott and Yasha
What: Grouping up for hug piles & shitty feelings
When: Backdated to after September intro + after memory share
Where: Beau's 'house'??? + whatever saner place they live in later
Warnings: Snarkiness and emotional distress
I
He's not alone. That's both a blessing and a curse about this place. Now that he's more sure that the three others are not dead, Molly can breathe easier. Compartmentalize his own fucking feelings and just going with it was not healthy but it sure was working right now.
It was more important to rearrange their group dynamics.
When they finally all met up and followed Beau to her home, Mollymauk didn't expect much. He had seen some other sad little places, a few even without roofs - but this definitely took the cake.
"You have got to be shitting me," he says with a look up at the monkey nest. How were they even supposed to get up there, Beau? Not everyone was a monk, and even if Molly could do a fairly decent handstand he was no dex monster like their current token human.
They could probably toss Nott up there if they tried, but come on. What would happen if they were hurt? (Drunk.) Or tired? (Drunk.)
II
The last days were.... crazy. Just absolutely fucked up. The shared memories were bad enough, and he was fucking lucky to have not shared anything difficult. Good memories, even, of things that seemed to be a damn long time ago even if it had been just over a month. Others, though... fuck, it must have been some nasty stuff.
That's why he knows it's serious when Beau and Yasha look so damn stricken, one day. His red eyes narrow in concern, and he gets up from the floor where he had been sitting to go meet them.
"You both look terrible," Molly says honestly, which is a not-so-discreet way to ask them what's wrong.
...and how could he fix it?
What: Grouping up for hug piles & shitty feelings
When: Backdated to after September intro + after memory share
Where: Beau's 'house'??? + whatever saner place they live in later
Warnings: Snarkiness and emotional distress
I
He's not alone. That's both a blessing and a curse about this place. Now that he's more sure that the three others are not dead, Molly can breathe easier. Compartmentalize his own fucking feelings and just going with it was not healthy but it sure was working right now.
It was more important to rearrange their group dynamics.
When they finally all met up and followed Beau to her home, Mollymauk didn't expect much. He had seen some other sad little places, a few even without roofs - but this definitely took the cake.
"You have got to be shitting me," he says with a look up at the monkey nest. How were they even supposed to get up there, Beau? Not everyone was a monk, and even if Molly could do a fairly decent handstand he was no dex monster like their current token human.
They could probably toss Nott up there if they tried, but come on. What would happen if they were hurt? (Drunk.) Or tired? (Drunk.)
II
The last days were.... crazy. Just absolutely fucked up. The shared memories were bad enough, and he was fucking lucky to have not shared anything difficult. Good memories, even, of things that seemed to be a damn long time ago even if it had been just over a month. Others, though... fuck, it must have been some nasty stuff.
That's why he knows it's serious when Beau and Yasha look so damn stricken, one day. His red eyes narrow in concern, and he gets up from the floor where he had been sitting to go meet them.
"You both look terrible," Molly says honestly, which is a not-so-discreet way to ask them what's wrong.
...and how could he fix it?