laughs until he has to go ow very softly and eventually catch his breath because wow just
a lot
really good.]
And you want to get rid of it? I had to get rid of all of mine this week and you're like, oh, Mollymauk, I'm ashamed of a beautiful woman leaving a mark on me!
[ no no it wouldn't have. he is just continuing to play deaf through this as he fixes the tie and comes to sit back down on the edge of the bed. weird how he's super deaf but he still heard that quiet ow, and the reprimand comes in the form of smacking his leg, since it's the closest and least injured. ]
I'm not ashamed of it. [ his ears are very red though but that's just because he's a baby. it's not like doesn't have every other sexy injury under the sun, this one just sticks out!! ] Like you said, it's a particularly suspicious looking injury that can't be matched, and I don't really want to advertise to the entire place that I've been sleeping with Wrath. She deserves her privacy, since she's got a modicum more than the rest of us do, and she won't be there, either. Imagine one of those two comes up burnt to a crisp like Grell, and my alibi is "I've been fooling around with Wrath since the first week I've been here."
[Sorry, he doesn't think he's in much danger here, so, just laughing instead. But it's mostly giggles by this point.]
Mm. I could slap you really hard over it? Bigger hand print. Or could you just avoid the ink, since you know it's there. Wear a feckin' glove, don't press on the needle.
[ terrible. well, it is kind of funny, actually, so, he's not that fussed about it. gu yun scrubs his face briefly with his hand, but he's smiling a little behind it.
[ gu yun puts his hand (its cold) on molly's cheek to gently shove his face when he tugs his ear, but it's clearly not even trying to push him off.
especially considering, he lolls his head to look at him, and wiggles his eyebrows. ] I wonder how much room there is in there for movement...?
[ kidding. very kidding. snickering. ] Joking aside, your reputation's the last thing I'd worry about being damaged right now. Unless you'd like a reputation for wheezing in the sack, you'll just have to live with looking as pure as new fallen snow, hm?
What's the right incentive? [ there's a joke in here about death and little death, but he doesn't make it, shoulders shaking a little with laughter. he doesn't bother to dislodge him, though, letting molly squish as close as he likes. this personal space invasion has long since been fine. ]
And I'm sure they'll both sing your praises, anyhow. Well - at least, Qingxuan certainly will. Ming Yi doesn't seem the type - can't believe you managed to get him to go along with that.
Ah. You've seen right through my intentions. That was my plan all along. [ there's an amused little twinkle in gu yun's eye with that sarcastic remark, a bit of mischief on his face.
though, all cooped up close like this, it is easy to turn his head, ducking out of the way a bit to avoid bumping his nose too much, and press a kiss to his mouth. it's lingering, more familiar than the emotionally charged one of the day before, nice and easy. ]
[it's a little ridiculous how easy it is now. molly ruins it by laughing into it a bit, and then pressing it deeper, but if there's any pain he doesn't seem to care. only pulling back far enough that he's still leaning against his shoulder once it's over.]
... You know, you're the person I've probably kissed the most in my entire life. Moved onto the next town or the next bed every few days the rest of my time.
[ that... catches him off guard a little? gu yun looks briefly surprised, pink dusting his cheeks, as he fumbles for something to say in response for a moment, something in his chest doing a backflip over it. molly's got this way of shaking his composure, sometimes; it takes him a second to respond, with a soft huff of a laugh. ] Suppose there's something to be said for being trapped here.
[ a pause. gu yun glances away, at the wall across from them, and admits, quietly; ] ...It's the same for me, though.
[ there's really not a lot of time to go indulging about in the life of the marquis of order, period. there's definitely not a lot of time to go around kissing people, either. ]
[he isn't sure exactly why he's said it, except maybe for that exact reason. to shake his composure a bit, dig under his skin and see what he can shake loose. maybe something of a confession. a terrible thing he's done here: gotten very quickly attached to this idea.
but the response makes him not push any farther. suppose there's something to be said for being trapped here indeed.]
... Right then. Suppose I should get back in that fucking thing for a bit.
[ there's - there's something, right teetering on the edge, there. the words are out of his mouth before he's really had the chance to think about them, but, it's too late, now, and it's not like gu yun to back down from anything.
i'm glad i met you, or i'm glad you're alive. maybe i can't stand the idea of you being that hurt. easy phrases to say, but they're not right - even if they're sincere, it's still not right, and the words stick somewhere behind his ribcage. for someone who can be utterly silver tongued, situations like this one feel impossible to tread, the emotion behind them way too big for his dog mouth to ever even spit out. he's not used to being sincere.
from now on... ]
... I'd like to keep it that way. [ you're the person i've probably kissed the most, anyway. for as long as possible, whatever that means. he's not really sure if he can explain it more than that, and has to backpedal a tiny bit as the pink on his cheeks gets darker, with - ] Buying up the entire bakery, and all of that.
[ - a dumb remark about jelly donuts, because he's wildly out of his element here. ]
[molly has already hopped off the little bed quickly by the time that in a second, stopping in his tracks like a deer in headlights. Or whatever the high fantasy equivalent of that is. A celestial stag in the dancing lights. he may have started this emotional fist-fight, but he sure wasn't prepared to finish it, a problem he has had many times. and there's no large woman with a greatsword to fish him out of this one either.
he turns about three shades darker purple.
I'd like to keep it that way too. For all the things that spill out of his mouth without thinking about them for a godsdamned second, somehow a little phrase like that seems suddenly the hardest thing in the world. like he's just crawled out of another grave, having forgotten how to speak again, tongue too big for his mouth and brain too slow on the uptake to follow the words. I'd help knock over that lovely mom and pop owned bakery for all that it's worth and then run off into the night with you instantly, if you asked.
then he starts backing up towards the pod, hand gesturing wildly like, vanna white on mushrooms.]
The entire-- What does that even mean -- You're full of it, stop flirting for four seconds because I was joking about the one lung thing, I really will probably collapse halfway into it and then you'll be sorry -- I've got an appointment! [his accent is getting thicker the more into this panic he dives.] I've got to -- go get Wrath to make another of those marks on your smug face or something, that'll really distract everyone - jelly -- jelly fecking donuts! Shite!
[then he scrambles into the pod, winks brightly and slams it shut. so gu yun may be getting the feeling that was just the equivalent of a panicked that's awesomesauce and some fingerguns. good job.]
[ well. gu yun does miss molly's version of a flush, mostly because he's trying to also keep some semblance of his composure up until this moment, now that he's taken a walk out onto an emotional tightrope and has absolutely forgotten how to walk, suddenly. oh god. why did he say that? because he wanted to? right. yeah. yeah. he really. yeah. this is arguably the least smooth thing he's ever done in his entire life, but at least molly is. worse, somehow?
to his credit, gu yun holds it together through molly's really impressive panic (mostly because he's also trying not to panic and bolt in the opposite direction, face starting to turn a pretty fantastic shade of red) and then, when the door to the pod shuts there's a long, long pause.
and then, faintly, molly might hear a brief, almost hysterical peal of laughter as gu yun just flops over backwards on the stupid medbay bed and puts his face in his hands and just sort of stays there for way too long, flustered and vaguely horrified and really, really, really unfortunately fond. and panicked. and mortified. somewhere between all of those different emotions.
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puts it right out there ]
Wrath and I slept together and it got out of hand. [ a beat. ] In hand, I suppose.
[ sometimes the hot fire girl gets into it and burns you on accident ]
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[he just
laughs until he has to go ow very softly and eventually catch his breath because wow just
a lot
really good.]
And you want to get rid of it? I had to get rid of all of mine this week and you're like, oh, Mollymauk, I'm ashamed of a beautiful woman leaving a mark on me!
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I'm not ashamed of it. [ his ears are very red though but that's just because he's a baby. it's not like doesn't have every other sexy injury under the sun, this one just sticks out!! ] Like you said, it's a particularly suspicious looking injury that can't be matched, and I don't really want to advertise to the entire place that I've been sleeping with Wrath. She deserves her privacy, since she's got a modicum more than the rest of us do, and she won't be there, either. Imagine one of those two comes up burnt to a crisp like Grell, and my alibi is "I've been fooling around with Wrath since the first week I've been here."
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Mm. I could slap you really hard over it? Bigger hand print. Or could you just avoid the ink, since you know it's there. Wear a feckin' glove, don't press on the needle.
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... hmmm. ] Wonder if these pods can fit two.
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[just putting his chin on gu yun's shoulder, reaching to tug on one of those red ears.]
I'm going to look so bare for trial. It'll be damaging for my reputation.
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especially considering, he lolls his head to look at him, and wiggles his eyebrows. ] I wonder how much room there is in there for movement...?
[ kidding. very kidding. snickering. ] Joking aside, your reputation's the last thing I'd worry about being damaged right now. Unless you'd like a reputation for wheezing in the sack, you'll just have to live with looking as pure as new fallen snow, hm?
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[molly? but he wheeze-laughs at the little dig, pushing his face against gu yun's neck, partially to escape cold hands.]
Shut up, or you'll actually hurt my feelings. I could perform just fine with one lung if given the right incentive.
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And I'm sure they'll both sing your praises, anyhow. Well - at least, Qingxuan certainly will. Ming Yi doesn't seem the type - can't believe you managed to get him to go along with that.
[ grats on your god threesome ]
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[snrk.]
Maybe you're the right incentive . . . ? All your impalement talk got to me, possibly.
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Ah. You've seen right through my intentions. That was my plan all along. [ there's an amused little twinkle in gu yun's eye with that sarcastic remark, a bit of mischief on his face.
though, all cooped up close like this, it is easy to turn his head, ducking out of the way a bit to avoid bumping his nose too much, and press a kiss to his mouth. it's lingering, more familiar than the emotionally charged one of the day before, nice and easy. ]
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... You know, you're the person I've probably kissed the most in my entire life. Moved onto the next town or the next bed every few days the rest of my time.
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[ a pause. gu yun glances away, at the wall across from them, and admits, quietly; ] ...It's the same for me, though.
[ there's really not a lot of time to go indulging about in the life of the marquis of order, period. there's definitely not a lot of time to go around kissing people, either. ]
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but the response makes him not push any farther. suppose there's something to be said for being trapped here indeed.]
... Right then. Suppose I should get back in that fucking thing for a bit.
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In a second.
[ there's - there's something, right teetering on the edge, there. the words are out of his mouth before he's really had the chance to think about them, but, it's too late, now, and it's not like gu yun to back down from anything.
i'm glad i met you, or i'm glad you're alive. maybe i can't stand the idea of you being that hurt. easy phrases to say, but they're not right - even if they're sincere, it's still not right, and the words stick somewhere behind his ribcage. for someone who can be utterly silver tongued, situations like this one feel impossible to tread, the emotion behind them way too big for his dog mouth to ever even spit out. he's not used to being sincere.
from now on... ]
... I'd like to keep it that way. [ you're the person i've probably kissed the most, anyway. for as long as possible, whatever that means. he's not really sure if he can explain it more than that, and has to backpedal a tiny bit as the pink on his cheeks gets darker, with - ] Buying up the entire bakery, and all of that.
[ - a dumb remark about jelly donuts, because he's wildly out of his element here. ]
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he turns about three shades darker purple.
I'd like to keep it that way too. For all the things that spill out of his mouth without thinking about them for a godsdamned second, somehow a little phrase like that seems suddenly the hardest thing in the world. like he's just crawled out of another grave, having forgotten how to speak again, tongue too big for his mouth and brain too slow on the uptake to follow the words. I'd help knock over that lovely mom and pop owned bakery for all that it's worth and then run off into the night with you instantly, if you asked.
then he starts backing up towards the pod, hand gesturing wildly like, vanna white on mushrooms.]
The entire-- What does that even mean -- You're full of it, stop flirting for four seconds because I was joking about the one lung thing, I really will probably collapse halfway into it and then you'll be sorry -- I've got an appointment! [his accent is getting thicker the more into this panic he dives.] I've got to -- go get Wrath to make another of those marks on your smug face or something, that'll really distract everyone - jelly -- jelly fecking donuts! Shite!
[then he scrambles into the pod, winks brightly and slams it shut. so gu yun may be getting the feeling that was just the equivalent of a panicked that's awesomesauce and some fingerguns. good job.]
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to his credit, gu yun holds it together through molly's really impressive panic (mostly because he's also trying not to panic and bolt in the opposite direction, face starting to turn a pretty fantastic shade of red) and then, when the door to the pod shuts there's a long, long pause.
and then, faintly, molly might hear a brief, almost hysterical peal of laughter as gu yun just flops over backwards on the stupid medbay bed and puts his face in his hands and just sort of stays there for way too long, flustered and vaguely horrified and really, really, really unfortunately fond. and panicked. and mortified. somewhere between all of those different emotions.
(wheeze) ]