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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2014 4:23 pm
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Once again, Molly started as he brought up her sister, and her eyes got misty at the thought. The helplessness she felt in that situation, with those she cared about now. Failing those she loved. Her hand left his shoulder to rub at her eyes with her palm, but she kept her other hand in his hair. "Oh...gosh...Dakota..." She murmured. "Please don't...say that." What she wouldn't say though, was that the feeling was mutual, and that she'd lay her life down without question or hesitation for him and anyone else she loved and cared about.
As he rested his head back, Molly cradled the back of it with her hand, and the other left her eyes to resumed running through his hair gently as she held his head with the other. "But if you don't get it here...where will you...?" She asked softly. There was a pause as she looked down at his face with lidded eyes. "...I had a dream with Miss Clarice in it, too...like...you said earlier."
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2014 4:33 pm
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He didn't notice her tears, and would've kicked himself for making her cry again. But he hadn't seen them, so there was no guilty feeling for it.
There was just the fact of what he said. He was not Molly's sister, and thus she shouldn't feel guilty about what she couldn't do for him. He wanted, instead, for her to focus on the things she did do for him. She talked to him still, She stayed by his side and that was fine. She didn't give without expecting return, that was fine too.
She forgave him even when sometimes, he couldn't forgive himself. That was good.
For the first time in a long time, he felt a little more relaxed, a little more at peace. He savored it for the little moment it would allow him, before the panic would settle in again, The fear that this was still one giant dream and he'd wake up and they'd be turning him into a bug hut.
He wished the anxiety of his attack would go away, so he could enjoy the moments he had with Candace and Molly. They'd be rare.
"What did she say..." Clarice hadn't said much to him after all, and sometimes he couldn't recall the dream like he wanted. Sometimes he saw Clarice the same way he had seen Julie. Dead, rotting, one flower, one white daisy. One crown.
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 7:40 am
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Molly let out a squeal as this whole action took place, and stared at the other Mist hunter wide eyed. That was kinda scary okay!? Especially when he scowled at her! Molly's face was a mixture of horror, embarrassment, surprise, awe, and resignation. Complete with red cheeks.
She was touched that Dakota knew her so well, but at the same time, rather upset he did. She really didn't want to say, but she folded under the intensity of that look. "Miss Clarice and I were in the Canon Cat room but the Cats weren't there and she said that a war the likes Deus has never seen before was coming and I needed to be ready! Then it sounded like the Cats were flying but Miss Clarice's eyes turned yellow and then everything else was dark as she told me to remember why I came to Deus in the first place!" The long run on explanation spilled from Molly's lips quickly like a waterfall, and she took a deep breath before she immediately followed it up with:
"But it was just a dream!" She laughed nervously then.
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