shiftingwinds | [7rings] catchall for mollymauk

[Does she want a hug. She can get a hug.]

I'm sorry. They showed me-- They showed me faces of people from home too. Beauregard. Yasha. I know they aren't here, but this fucking place knows how to hurt.

[she does in fact want a hug.]

He— [she shudders] ...Ming-xiong tried to kill me.

[...]

No, it. It wasn't him. It just looked like him.

[Pulling her in tight then. Injuries aside, the hug seems like a good idea right about now.]

I know. This place does its best to fuck with your head. Of course it was going to try and use him.

[she takes a shuddering breath and holds onto him tightly.]

...will you keep a secret for me, Molly?

[Just keeping her held tight, claws digging into her clothes a little.]

Of course. Anything.

If he'd killed me, I'd have deserved it.

[the words come out muffled, from where she's got her face pressed into his shoulder.]

I - my brother did something... something really awful to him, hundreds of years ago. I didn't know. But he suffered a lot, and it was my fault. [...] It's the reason I was able to become a god. I thought I ascended naturally, but I was only able to ascend because of what was done to him.

So if he... if he ever... wanted to... how could I fight back?

[There's a lot in there to unpack, but mostly his reaction is to shift - suddenly, protective and possessive almost. Even the thought of someone hurting her like that, wanting to hurt her.]

You wouldn't have deserved it. [...] You can't carry the weight of someone else's bloody hands. You can only make your own choices, Qingxuan, but I think the ones you make are kind, and good.

...

[she can't really bring herself to say anything to that, because - well, she doesn't agree, but she wants to believe it.]

[Still just staying there. Holding her. Doing his best to make her believe it.]

. . . You remember Lucien, from my memories?

[just. clinging.]

...I do.

I don't know exactly what he's done, or who's he done it to, I just ... know there's shit. This body has done terrible, bloody things. Things that I don't understand, don't want to understand.

But I still can make my own choices. I can make good choices, that leave places better than I found them. And that's what you do too, alright? Maybe there's something that happened in the past, but you can fucking bury it. Bury it in a fucking grave somewhere and crawl out new and make it different.

[leave things better than i found them.

it resonates. isn't that what they should all aspire to do, really? ...isn't that what she's wanted to do here, all along? it's not the first time molly's said it, and it probably won't be the last, but right now, in this moment, it strikes a chord.]

You're really strong, Molly. [...] I want to be like you.

[he doesn't know about strong. prideful, arrogant, stubborn, maybe. but strong seems a different breed. still.]

You are like me. It's why we get along so well, isn't it?

...I hope so.

[it would be nice, if that was true.]

Besides. Ming Yi is here with you. He wouldn't do that to you.

[she's very quiet for a few long moments]

I know.

[7rings] catchall for mollymauk

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