Letters in your own blood? I'll have to pick that one up. I suppose because I do write now.
[molly thinks a letter in your own blood slaps hard and is cool and is exactly the kind of drama he loves actually so yeah he does not think its gross
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he just sits there for a second, tail swaying a bit, arms crossed. it isn't as if he doesn't get it? hadn't he made a similar choice? left something buried in a grave, because he'd been offered a chance at a clean slate. free will to say no, and he had taken it.]
I won't deny it's a cruel thing to ask. [...] I think, right now, you're a Harrowhark with a choice again. If there's an upside to this place, it's that you'll either walk out with a wish made, or dead.
[Well, he understood what she was saying, at least. She sighs, leans back, looks at the stars.]
The Harrowhark who wrote that letter couldn't possibly understand the person I am now, any more than I can understand her. I suppose I ought to understand the stakes. I suppose it's right to.
. . . But you really are going to have a bad Monday, Molly. I know that sounds ominous, but it's unfortunately true. I don't want to be. . . unavailable, even if there's little I could do.
Sometimes there's just no understanding your other, past selves. [mollymauk and his Past Self would fucking fight each other to death in a 7-11 parking lot, so.] But you're a different person. You've got to consider it for your own sake. You can take her advice, but you don't have to let it rule you. She was looking at a very different picture.
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You do make that sound very ominous you know. [reaching over to ruffle her hair.] I'll be alright.
[Just letting him ruffle her hair, giving him a frown.]
Let's see what the picture looks like tomorrow. I do suspect if I do this I may need to rely on you for a little while. And I've done more than my share of that, I feel.
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[molly thinks a letter in your own blood slaps hard and is cool and is exactly the kind of drama he loves actually so yeah he does not think its gross
anyway
he just sits there for a second, tail swaying a bit, arms crossed. it isn't as if he doesn't get it? hadn't he made a similar choice? left something buried in a grave, because he'd been offered a chance at a clean slate. free will to say no, and he had taken it.]
I won't deny it's a cruel thing to ask. [...] I think, right now, you're a Harrowhark with a choice again. If there's an upside to this place, it's that you'll either walk out with a wish made, or dead.
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The Harrowhark who wrote that letter couldn't possibly understand the person I am now, any more than I can understand her. I suppose I ought to understand the stakes. I suppose it's right to.
. . . But you really are going to have a bad Monday, Molly. I know that sounds ominous, but it's unfortunately true. I don't want to be. . . unavailable, even if there's little I could do.
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[...]
You do make that sound very ominous you know. [reaching over to ruffle her hair.] I'll be alright.
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Let's see what the picture looks like tomorrow. I do suspect if I do this I may need to rely on you for a little while. And I've done more than my share of that, I feel.
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[just gently converting her to getting used to all his weird touchy feely stuff]
But alright. We'll think on it.
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