[ see - that's something gu yun really, really likes about molly. he is endlessly fascinating, in ways that might not be so fascinating to someone more familiar with his kind and ways that might be, alike. gu yun is naturally a curious person - he seeks answers when he wants to find them, unravels mysteries and conspiracies alike because he can. he's just interesting, a person who represents a whole host of mysteries that gu yun has never even begun to consider. each time he learns something else, something else keeps him guessing, and each thing he picks up on, he likes, too. if those little facts he drops are tempting a game of keepaway, then gu yun's quick to play tag. maybe that's what makes molly such an incredible storyteller, such an amazing fortune teller. maybe they're just compatible, in ways he hasn't really ever been with... nearly anyone, really, in his whole life. whatever it is, he's going to keep coming back for more.
the shiver catches his interest - brings back hallmarks of the night before, actually - and gu yun follows the ridge of a scar outwards to a swirl of ink, tracing the patterns with his bowstring-calloused fingertips, just for the sake of following them. an endless, easy sort of drift, trailing along in that sparked interest as he listens to what he says. ]
Good. [ his answer's quite confident for someone who only just got to really explore this body a few hours ago, but, hey! what do you expect out of him at this point. (maybe it's a good, don't die? who knows.) the tracing of his fingertips continues, until eventually - gu yun pokes him in a hickey that he absolutely left on his neck the night before. hehe. ] Hope you don't mind the marks of others on it, either, then.
[ It's an interesting dilemma to mollymauk, who almost resents the digging from every other too curious onlooker trying to uncover the secrets of his colorful stories, that he doesn't seem to mind gu yun looking for the same. feeling like a fairytale picturebook instead of a frightening children's story. gu yun is quick and too clever by half and, obviously, very pretty.
he leans over to kiss him again, gently, just because he can. honestly, it's rare for him to spend so long with someone like this, normally leaving bed after an appropriate amount of time to go find a bath or shower or return to his friends. but he's trying something new. and his friend is right here?]
Leave as many as you like. [Oh - a snort laugh.] Did I tell you I gave Wrath a tattoo?
[ the kiss is well received, for the moment scattering his thoughts. gu yun turns the idea over in his head briefly of chasing after him for another - really indulging, for someone who is usually out running strategy plans or arranging a battlefield early in the morning - but then molly says that.
there’s a beat. ] What? [ and then, a second later, ] Where?
I was trying to think of good ideas for an indulgence, and I thought, oh, letting someone else give me a tattoo. I'm terribly proud of them. But they thought I'd do a better job leaving one on them.
[Shrug.]
And on the shoulder. They-- [he gestures.] Weirdly kept the hood on. But they definitely have bodies under there.
[ huh. well. that makes sense, and it sounds prideful enough. his fingers tap briefly against the ink at his neck, as if processing it. ]
I’ve wondered if perhaps there’s something keeping them from sharing their faces - though, perhaps they’re just shy. [ envy unmasks like two days after this thread in public it’s fine.
anyway. it has to be or the other, doesn’t it? as usual molly has the other perspective. he hasn’t even thought that they wouldn’t have bodies but again, what is magic.... thoughtful, he adds - ] I suppose knowing you’ve gotten to leave a mark on someone that no one else has counts in its own way.
What does a being who won’t show you their face ask for, in a tattoo? Or did you get to choose?
his tail thumps the bed while he thinks this over.]
I got to choose! And they did mention dicks so much I was tempted. Now that I'm thinking about it, it should have definitely been a dick. [huff. he was too nice.] And I have the needle and ink. If you want anything.
Ow. [ the same, perfunctory ouch, because that didn't actually hurt. he's grinning like a little shit, though. ]
I'd take that over the needle, thank you. If the gods handed me something perfect, then no need to make any changes to it, hm? [ looks at all of his scars. sure, bud. ]
[Yeah. He's definitely still being pinned. Molly even just rolls over to pin him further, grumbling at the through of having to actually be upright. world cold and scary, gu yun . . . cold and soft.]
Probably.
[Just pushing his face into the pillows by gu yun's shoulder, tail going to wrap around one of his ankles again - quiet for like. a solid minute before:]
anyway. he's resigned himself to the fate of not getting out of bed completely, now. is this indulgent enough? he would've bene out of bed hours ago, otherwise. as he's closing his eyes and settling in, letting molly's body weight blanket him nice and warm and pondering that thought...
molly says that. his eyes open and gu yun lifts his head, looking like. gleeful at the realization. ]
same, honestly. holy shit. between side splitting laughter, he gasps -- ] Do you - they're going to put a hit out on us, [ wheeze ] --do you think they were asleep?
[ this is the funniest thing in the world goodbye ]
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the shiver catches his interest - brings back hallmarks of the night before, actually - and gu yun follows the ridge of a scar outwards to a swirl of ink, tracing the patterns with his bowstring-calloused fingertips, just for the sake of following them. an endless, easy sort of drift, trailing along in that sparked interest as he listens to what he says. ]
Good. [ his answer's quite confident for someone who only just got to really explore this body a few hours ago, but, hey! what do you expect out of him at this point. (maybe it's a good, don't die? who knows.) the tracing of his fingertips continues, until eventually - gu yun pokes him in a hickey that he absolutely left on his neck the night before. hehe. ] Hope you don't mind the marks of others on it, either, then.
[ oops. not even remotely sorry. ]
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he leans over to kiss him again, gently, just because he can. honestly, it's rare for him to spend so long with someone like this, normally leaving bed after an appropriate amount of time to go find a bath or shower or return to his friends. but he's trying something new. and his friend is right here?]
Leave as many as you like. [Oh - a snort laugh.] Did I tell you I gave Wrath a tattoo?
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there’s a beat. ] What? [ and then, a second later, ] Where?
[ (math meme.png) ]
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[Shrug.]
And on the shoulder. They-- [he gestures.] Weirdly kept the hood on. But they definitely have bodies under there.
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I’ve wondered if perhaps there’s something keeping them from sharing their faces - though, perhaps they’re just shy. [ envy unmasks like two days after this thread in public it’s fine.
anyway. it has to be or the other, doesn’t it? as usual molly has the other perspective. he hasn’t even thought that they wouldn’t have bodies but again, what is magic.... thoughtful, he adds - ] I suppose knowing you’ve gotten to leave a mark on someone that no one else has counts in its own way.
What does a being who won’t show you their face ask for, in a tattoo? Or did you get to choose?
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[lmao
his tail thumps the bed while he thinks this over.]
I got to choose! And they did mention dicks so much I was tempted. Now that I'm thinking about it, it should have definitely been a dick. [huff. he was too nice.] And I have the needle and ink. If you want anything.
[Grinning, sly. Do not take this offer.]
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Don't put a dick on me.
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Again.
[ ha ]
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Didn't hear you complaining much . . .
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I'd take that over the needle, thank you. If the gods handed me something perfect, then no need to make any changes to it, hm? [ looks at all of his scars. sure, bud. ]
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No, I should think not.
[Huff.]
Listen, not to ruin a perfectly good thing, but should we actually get up?
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he stops absently tracing, for a moment. ]
Probably. [ . . .
and makes no motion to move or get up at all. it's fine. he's being pinned! ]
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Probably.
[Just pushing his face into the pillows by gu yun's shoulder, tail going to wrap around one of his ankles again - quiet for like. a solid minute before:]
. . . Do ya' think Pride's alarm went off twice?
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anyway. he's resigned himself to the fate of not getting out of bed completely, now. is this indulgent enough? he would've bene out of bed hours ago, otherwise. as he's closing his eyes and settling in, letting molly's body weight blanket him nice and warm and pondering that thought...
molly says that. his eyes open and gu yun lifts his head, looking like. gleeful at the realization. ]
...Once for each of us. [ oh
oh my god ]
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cackling
he has to roll over completely because he's losing it? oh my god.]
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same, honestly. holy shit. between side splitting laughter, he gasps -- ] Do you - they're going to put a hit out on us, [ wheeze ] --do you think they were asleep?
[ this is the funniest thing in the world goodbye ]
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They absolutely are going to fucking murder us! Gods I hope they were asleep! One right after the other!
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I don't think they like me very much. [ pride, that is.... rip ] I'm sure this won't help.