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from when i wake the want is (closed)

Who: Yasha, Molly and Beau
What: The girl is back in town
When: Start of September
Where: Xhorhouse, in the middle of our street
Warnings: None yet, will update if necessary

(Yasha wakes up in her bed, as if she had never left it. And in her mind, by all accounts, she hasn't. She's just woken up after a strange dream, one that is barely clinging to the edges of her memory. If she shuts her eyes she can see it: a dark shape on the horizon. Her, standing on the edge of what felt like a cliff, staring into the distance.

A rumble, not of thunder. The earth, shifting underneath of her feet. Yasha frowns, and pushes herself up slowly in bed, pressing the heels of her hands against her eyes. When she recreates the darkness like that on the backs of her eyelids, she can see the shape again, sharp and mysterious. Growing ever closer to her.

And then she woke up. And now she is here.

She wants to talk to somebody about it.

Jester is pretty good at dream interpretation. Or at least, it seems like she may have read a book about that before. Molly might know something too, though he's more into the cards than he is into dreams. Yasha gets dressed a little haphazardly, still thinking about all of it as she pulls on a singlet and pants, gathers her hair into a haphazard ponytail at the nape of her neck.

It's pretty silent in the house, and that's odd, but in the moment she doesn't register it straight away. She meanders into the kitchen, and starts to pick around for any food, looking for something to eat. That's where the first person into the kitchen after her will discover her: eating an apple, and staring sleepily out of the window at the waves, her elbow up on the bench as she chews, and thinks.)

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[Despite everything, Beau still has a morning routine. She gets up, she does her workout, she tries not to let the creeping dread set in. She was out earlier, and coming back in just has her thinking she might be too in her own head. Beau hears Yasha before she sees her, expecting it to be Molly in there, walking in with a rag on her head just to wipe off some sweat.]

Hey, don't chew with your mouth open, it's--

[And then she stops, eyes going wide, a few blinks to clear herself.]

What the fuck.

What are you whining about, I'm-

[ Comes the answer from the other side as Molly grumbles, sticking his head in from the back door where he's been repairing a tear in his coat (if he only had some beads, it wouldn't show at all).

Instead he sees Beau's face, and his red gaze follows hers to the most beautiful sight in the world. Yasha. ]

Oh. Oh. You're back. You're here.

[ His voice is full of awe and joy and pain all in one. He's missed her so much. ]

(What is with people not finishing their sentences? Yasha looks at Beau, her mouth full, but her sleepy expression turns into a confused squint at the look on her face. Her unsaid question goes unanswered by Molly, who in turn, is gazing at her in a way that makes her heart hurt.

It's too early in the morning for this. She swallows, glances out the window again, then back at the both of them. They're staring at her. Expectantly.)

Um...

(This is awkward.) Hello. I... didn't leave?

[Without saying anything else, Beau darts forward towards Yasha and hits her in the arm. It's not hard, even if all of Beau's hits go harder than a normal person. Just like a little slap. Maybe 1 HP.]

Shit, you're not an illusion, what the hell.

[She looks up at Yasha, arms out like she absolutely cannot believe this.]

You were gone for like three weeks.

Hey! (She rubs her arm, bewildered by the punch, and then offended.) Cut it out.

(She punches Beau back, in the shoulder. It's a harder hit than Beau gave to her, and that's on purpose. It's maybe 2 HP.)

I haven't gone anywhere in ages! I don't know what you're talking about.

[ GIRLS STOP FIGHTING! (Unless it's foreplay, he's not gonna judge.)

Also move Beau, incoming hugs. Molly throws himself over Yasha like a sad mess of relief and worry. She's back and he feels whole again, but... she's also here. ]

It's... fuck, it's this place. Isn't it? You were gone a long time.

[ There's pain in his voice, gathered from all the somewhat violent and loud soul searching Beau and he had been on. He has a lot of grief to work on, yet the first is blown away by his heart returning. ]

(It could be foreplay.

Yasha accepts the customary Molly hug-n'-drape, but she's still looking at Beau over his shoulder, a confused frown on her face.)

I didn't go.

(It's important that they both know this. She presses a reassuring kiss to Mollymauk's temple, rubs the heel of her hand between his shoulderblades.) Not on purpose. I... I just went to bed, and I had a strange dream. And then I woke up, and came out here, and that's all. So far.

[Man, it'd be great if it was foreplay. As it stands, Molly is hugging Yasha and Beau is awkwardly standing like a foot away feeling weird about the entire thing. Is this a hugging situation? She feels weird about adding herself to the outside like some kind of slug, so she'll just stay right here, cross her arms, and say words.]

I mean, I guess it's better to hear you didn't just fuck off and not tell us. But you, Fjord, and Jester totally dropped off somewhere.

[She pauses, for a moment, and actually says something that's on her mind.]

Kind of hard to not assume that wasn't something bad.

[ Molly doesn't seem to be moving any time soon, but his tail flicks to smack Beau on the butt in order to get her into the damn hug as well. Didn't he just tell her they're family and the importance of awkward cuddles? ]

I know you didn't, darling. This place is just messing with all of us, it seems. I'm just so glad to see you again, even if it means you're stuck on these islands once more.

[ He can't reach to kiss her cheek or forehead like this, so he just tightens his arms for a moment in emphasis to his words. ]

We're kind of a small party right now.

(It's a strange juxtaposition: Molly, with his hugs and his soothing words, his reassurances that he knows it was 'this place', and that he's glad to see her again. Beau, standing a foot from them with her arms folded across her chest, guarding herself. Annoyed with her. Or at least, that's what Yasha takes from it.

Then something occurs to her, and her thoughtful frown fades.)

... Were you worried?

(She's still looking at Beau, when she says it.)

[Her look goes directly to Molly's tail when it slaps her, grabbing it in her hand and giving it a little tug. She'd have considered going to join, but now Yasha's eyes are fixed back in on her and she feels her heart make an additional thump, move the pace of it's beat to the syncopated line. Well shit.

Beau drops Molly's tail, crossing her arms again, but closer this time.]

I mean, we... didn't know what happened to you. I didn't know. So...

[So yes. They were. Beau especially so. At least she's close enough now to do... something, and forces her arms to drop. Even if she's awkwardly standing an inch from them, she is Present and in Pre-Hugging Position. That's probably close enough.]

[ Molly goes rigid at once when Beau grabs his tail and tugs it, and he whips around to glare at her - who even does that? - but she's making a face. That standoffish, not sure if she can show her emotions thing. Like a petulant toddler. ]

Come here, idiot.

[ He waves her closer, rolling his eyes (which is a vibe more than a gesture since his eyeballs are all red). ]

It's hug time, not sulk time.

(Oh, they're all hugging now, huh. Yasha, who had been ready to pull back and maybe address this 'we were worried but we aren't saying it' thing with the both of them, gives up and rests her chin on Molly's shoulder. There's no arguing with him sometimes.

Just to help out, she uncurls an arm from around him, and reaches out to gently touch Beau's wrist with her fingertips in a manner that she hopes is encouraging.)

You have to do as he says, or he becomes unbearable.

(She means that very fondly, of course.)

[Yasha's movement is, in fact, the cue she needed. The both of them insisting means she can't rationalize that they don't want her there, even if something feels like she tricked them into it. And yet, Beau scoffs at their comments, taking the step forward to join the huddle. Molly gets an arm around him, but for Yasha she lets the grip side down her wrist, interlocking her fingers in the other woman's hand, something closer and more intimate than she's dared before.

Just don't talk about it. It's fine.]

'Mm not sulking, you're just gonna squeeze out all my damn organs.

[But she is close, and there, and it all feels more right than it has in a long, long time. Her head turns just slightly to address Yasha next.]

Sorry you got dragged back here. But, uh. Good to see you.

[ Molly looks just about as smug as you'd expected when Yasha's comment makes Beau finally come to join them, and it's nice. It's good, for all of them - or so he believes. His red eyes dip a bit to see that shy hand-holding, and it's a good thing it's hard to see where he's looking, because somehow he just manages to look even more smug at that.

Good on you, Beau! ]

Mmhm. It's a surprise we didn't burn the place down without you.

(Yasha's gaze immediately flickers down to where Beau has twined their fingers, then straight back up again almost as fast. She doesn't acknowledge it out loud at all because Molly is Watching (she doesn't have to catch him noticing to know this), but... after a moment's pause, she does give Beau's hand a gentle squeeze, her thumb gently tracing a little line against her index finger.

They haven't held hands quite like this before. It's a bit overwhelming.)

Um, (she says, abruptly realising that people are speaking to her,) yes. It– uh, it is. I'm glad you didn't. This is a good house.

[Nobody say a goddamn thing about one (1) show of affection. Not a single one of you. If people look at her she will explode immediately, even as the squeeze sends warmth up her arm, lets her feel it in her heart.

So y'know, time to ruin that.]

It's a good house? Really? But y'know, not about us if it's on fire.

[At least she's kind of grinning about it? Is it a joke? Who knows, Beau Is Trying.]

It's... what we make it, anyway. Just a house without anyone in it isn't anything.

[ He's so pleased right now, just gently leaning to Yasha and not-watching them be all disaster lesbians. He's not a subtle as he wants to be since his tail is wagging, but he tries. ]

It is a good house! It has our weird family in it.

[ Pat-pat on Yasha's shoulder. ]

So tell me, dear. Do you feel any different at all?

Well, I can always get new friends but getting a new house at this point seems hard.

(Yasha is also trying.)

... That was a joke.

(And– failing. She wants to grab Molly's tail to make it stop wagging because he is being so incredibly obvious right now but that would mean letting go of Beau's hand and she isn't ready to do that yet.)

I– oh, I have to tell you about my dream. I was standing on a cliff side and watching the ocean. And there was a big rumble, but it wasn't thunder. Everything was shaking, and there was something in the distance... something really big. And dark. It was coming towards me, and then I woke up.

[It's cool Yasha, Beau's got you. Or specifically she steps on Molly's foot for his catlike tail flicks and grin to match. Look ma, no hands needed, can keep holding Girl. Flawless.

At least Yasha brings her something to think about, and she makes a face at the description.]

Well that's just, really, really vague. But if it wasn't a storm, what was it, the ocean coming to fight you?

[Haha. Well. Don't tell her she isn't wrong on that one.]

[ Ouch. Beau, you bitch! He's just gonna slide a bit to the side of Yasha so he can lean on her shoulder and be out of reach from fucking monk stomps.

It also gives them more room to be holding hands, so maybe he's not all that upset about it. ]

Huh. That's a new one.

[ Molly says instead, curious about what had been going on for Yasha during the 'time' she had been gone. ]

Was it a cliff side here or in Exandria?

(It sure does, it really... exposes it, honestly, because their clasped hands aren't hiding behind Mollymauk anymore. Yasha last another thirty seconds, and then gives Beau's hand another squeeze and lets her go. The group hug has long since expired anyway.)

No, it was here.

(Is that weird? Should she be dreaming more of Exandria than here? Yasha frowns.)

I thought... that maybe it was a new island. Coming closer. But it didn't feel right, it felt like everything was going wrong.

[The fact Yasha holds on is surprising, but Beau just doesn't draw attention to it and lets it happen as she moves. It doesn't mean she moves back, though, keeping in with the closeness of the conversation and not crossing her arms to block herself off again.]

We can't usually, like, see the islands coming though right? They just show up. How could you have seen something that we never get to see, unless it's... I dunno, crashing into us? Assuming that's not what happens to the other ones.

Sometimes dreams are just dreams.

[ Not that he really believed that, considering this place's track record. ]

Or maybe the Stormlord was trying to get through to you somehow. Either way, we should keep our eyes open.

(#deep)

True. It didn't feel like just a dream though. (Felt like it meant something, or was supposed to mean something. Was this dream supposed to slot into her time spent here perfectly, remind her of something? Perhaps somebody is trying to give her a message.)

Maybe. (She misses the Stormlord. It's strange, not to hear from him here.) I don't think that he can reach me here, though... unless...

(Unless he hasn't been trying. But Yasha is trying not to entertain that notion.)

Probably not something we can act on unless we get more than that. But we should remember it's there.

[Beau isn't always the most practical, but seeing as she has no idea on this front, it might be easier to shift it aside. Something to take note of at least.]

At least we'll see it coming. Or, probably.

I can't believe I'm agreeing with you.

[ Fake sigh. ]

Either way, it's good to know that people come back sometimes.

(Yasha reaches out to give Molly a good-natured pat between the horns.) It's good for you to be agreeable sometimes.

(She's only sort of joking.)

Yeah... I hope it doesn't keep happening though. I don't want to disappear all the time. Molly, will you sleep in my room tonight and see if it happens again?

Eeh, fuck that, we can all fit.

[Somehow, she finds the mirth to invite herself, even when it feels almost strange to do so. But fuck it, she's not staying alone with both of them here.]

C'mon, we'll figure it out later. I want breakfast.

I am always up to sleeping with you, darling.

[ He smiles at her and slinks an arm around her waist again to hold on to her. ]

I won't let you run off that easily. Plus, if we have Beau on the other side, you'll be flanked by two whole people who love you. Weird dreams can just fuck off!

[ See, Beau? See how nice he is to you?? ]

(Oh, that's nice. She leans into him a little, then immediately leans away when he drops that into the conversation, like he doesn't know exactly what he's doing to the both of them. She has to have a better talk with him about his meddling.)

Molly, (she says, exasperated, embarrassed, and completely unable to look at Beau (who had been the one to bring up the idea of them all sleeping in the same room together, she has not forgotten that)), cut it out– I'm–

I... just don't want to disappear again and worry you both. That's all.

[Beau doesn't even react in any outlandish kind of way when Molly makes his statement, her face unmoving and her posture still as lax as ever. All she does is, almost as if on instinct, is move to walk past them and step directly on his foot in a motion less like walking and more like pointed stomping. Fight her right here, Molly. Right here.]

Okay, okay, less talking, more eggs. Beds will still be there tonight.

[But she is blushing a bit, which is why she's taking a swift walk to collect something to cook on and keeping her head buried away from them both. Just. Shhhhh, it's fine.]

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LOST THIS FUCKIN NOTIF IM SO SORRY

SAME OMG. Now I have the whole post tracked

1000 years dungeon! no trial

here we go i did NOT lose this one this time

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wrap this up??

kk

omg one more. M O L L Y

slaps one more on here also because GOD MOLLY