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Molly & Gilmore, Gilmore's birthday
Gilmore and Molly have a cuddle and a chat that turns serious for a minute when Gilmore starts to wonder if Molly's cards really can predict the future. In his defense, he was high on pot brownies at the time.
The night sky was incredibly beautiful, spread out across the beach and the ocean, framed by the tasteful outdoor lighting around Nolan's pool. Shaun had lost track of how long he'd been gazing up at it, sitting on the edge of the pool with his feet floating lazily in the azure-lit water, his hands propping him up and his head dropped back. Once Vex and Keyleth's brownies had come out, the party had quieted down somewhat -- or maybe it was just that Shaun's senses had quieted down and were focused on that which was truly glorious. Yes. That sounded like it made sense.
Until he caught a flicker of purple and flash of tail from nearby, and Shaun instantly wanted nothing more than Molly's company right then. It felt absolutely essential to know Molly's every thought about the night sky and all of its glories. He stretched one hand out, utterly mis-judged the distance from himself to his roommate, and half called, half sang, "Molly, Molly, darling, come watch the stars with me."
Molly had been just a touch dubious about the entire thing, but it was impossible to deny Shaun anything when he asked so nicely. Even moreso when he was stretching out in entreaty like Molly was the only thing here to save him from floating away. The brownies had clearly done their job making everything feel pleasantly floaty as he picked his way over, and it was no hardship to drop down next to Shaun, just a touch too close.
"Are we studying astronomy, then?" His accent had thickened just a little, turning the words languid. Or maybe that was just the way the whole of him was feeling.
Naturally, Gilmore loved the way Molly spoke, and even living day to day with him, he couldn't get enough. He leaned on one hand, nearer, because if Moly was feeling cuddly then Gilmore was one hundred percent there for a cuddle. "I'm going to take Astronomy next year," said Gilmore brightly. "I don't know a thing about it. I know I'm a Leo?"
He paused, and tilted his head, knowing vaguely that wasn't quite right. "That's... no. That's different. That's astro... astra... astrolonomy," he finally decided, quite convinced.
Once Shaun leaned in, Molly absolutely took that as an invitation to practically drape across his shoulder with a pleased hum. He tipped his head up towards the stars, careful not to catch his friend with the edge of his horn and smiled.
"Astrology," he put in with an almost audible smile. "I know something about that. Have you ever had your chart drawn?"
Wasn't that what Shaun had just said? He was pretty sure. Oh, well, he was distracted by Molly's cozy closeness, and the way he smelled like chlorine and sugar and alcohol. "I have drawn a chart, for math class," Shaun suggested. "That's not what you mean. What do you mean?"
"Star chart," Molly said with a low, rumbling laugh. He reached up to absently toy with the ends of Shaun's long hair like he wasn't entirely aware he was doing it. "There's more to it than just what month you were born in."
Shaun was a sucker for casual touch, and he loved how comfortable Molly was with him. If he draped himself back, though, they probably both would slide directly into the pool, given how relaxed and floaty Shaun was feeling right then. Leaning was likely the safest course, and letting Molly pet him as much as he liked. "Huh. Does any of it really make a difference? Can you tell what people will be like just from the day they were born? I mean, I hate to think there's a load of other people out there running around just like me, just because we were all born on the same day."
Another one of those low laughs. "Unless they were born the exact same minute as you, no. And it's not a personality test. It's influences. Suggestions." Molly shrugged, though it was more of a suggestion of a gesture than anything visible, Shaun could probably feel it where they were pressed together. "I tend to prefer reading cards, myself."
"Ooh. Would you read for me?" Shaun asked, instantly intrigued, and tilting his head so that he could turn up those big, loving brown eyes with those long, heavy black lashes on Molly. This was adoration in weaponized form and he only employed it very, very rarely -- such as in the extreme emergency of wanting a soda and Molly being closer to the fridge. "I'd like to know what seventeen is going to be like."
"For you, darling, any time." He could barely see those eyes from where they were leaned together, but it hardly mattered. Molly knew exactly the sort of look he was being given and it curled at the edges of his mouth. "Though I suspect I could probably guess at most of it."
Molly was so pretty. Shaun liked making him smile. He wrapped an arm around Molly's waist, half in affection and half to keep himself upright. "Predicting lots of sex with a particularly sexy blond is cheating," he teased with a low laugh.
"I would never," Molly protested, but it was hard to work up any sort of offense behind the tone. Not with Shaun warmth comfortable against his side. "You've already met your tall, not dark gentleman, where would be the fun in that?"
Shaun was giggling helplessly again, because in this state, it didn't take much to set him off. "All right, all right," he managed to laugh. "What do you predict, with naught but your own innate wisdom, and the stars beneath which I was born... sort of?" He did his best to gesture grandly at the sky with the arm that was still semi-free.
"You will be going on a long journey," was the deadpan reply, though Molly did at least attempt to languidly roll his head enough on Shaun's shoulder to be able to look up. It would be so easy to spin some ridiculous story, he could feel half a dozen of them gathering up behind his teeth already, but something made him less interested in bullshitting this dear friend. At least not when it wasn't funny. "Ask me again when I have my cards to hand. I really should have thought to bring them with me here, I could have made a killing."
"On Grog alone," Shaun agreed fondly. "Not that you would." He knew very well that Molly had a particular moral code, and he only tricked or teased people who could take it. Molly wouldn't take advantage of someone who couldn't know any better.
Shaun shifted his weight so that he could run his fingers over Molly's hair, petting him idly. The only ones with any real money here were Shinobi, and Shaun's own beloved host, whose future was... Shaun's fingers froze after a few seconds, as did the rest of him, as his pot-slowed mind unfolded a somewhat unsettling idea. "Hey. Molly. Do your cards really tell the future?"
"Sometimes," Molly said, shifting to peer one red eye in Shaun's direction. Impossible to miss the sudden tension, as minor as it was, but the lassitude surrounding them meant that it was harder to be too worried about it. Shaun would tell him if there was a real problem. He always did. "Sometimes they tell the past. Or the present. Depends what you're asking."
"Do I have to ask out loud?" Shaun almost sounded like he was talking to himself with that question. He knew he was being cryptic, but it wasn't intentional. The words in his mind just couldn't quite find their way around the secrets he was supposed to keep. How could he ask 'Is my boyfriend's superpower going to kill him?' without using any of those words? "There's something... a problem I want to fix. But I don't know how much time there is, or where to start, or what to do. Or if I'm even the guy to fix it," he ended up admitting in a much quieter voice.
"You don't." There was something happening here, and it meant that Molly had to try to pull himself together a bit. As much as he wanted to just sink further into the comfortable warmth surrounding the two of them, his friend had a problem and that meant Molly had to put some effort into dealing with it.
"But here's the thing you must remember, dear. The cards seldom give such straightforward answers. You may get exactly what you're looking for, or you may get something you won't recognize until the moment it happens. I can't promise you anything for certain."
Shaun couldn’t stand to think about what might happen if he continued not doing anything. If Nolan continued to behave as if he weren’t worth saving. He would much rather wrap himself tighter around Molly, but the danger of the two of them just sliding right into the pool was very real. “Much as I would love a certain answer, I know it doesn’t work that way. I wouldn’t even believe in it,” Shaun admitted, “if you didn’t. But... I can’t answer any questions about it. Okay? I’ve promised.”
And Molly was a curious creature, but he could feel the tension thrumming through his friend. And all it made him want to do was pet Shaun's hair to make him relax again, so he did. "I won't ask anything you don't want to answer," he promised, voice low and soothing. "At least not twice."
With the gentle application of fingers to his hair, Shaun's shoulders softened, and he breathed out. He shifted and squirmed until he could tuck his head on Molly's shoulder. The last few minutes had been something of an emotional rollercoaster. "I know it sounds bad," Shaun said after a moment. "But nobody's hurting anybody, promise."
What Shaun did not quite realize was that if the issue was this important to him, the number of potential causes were few, and easily guessable.
"I wouldn't think so." He kept running his fingers through Shaun's hair, though one side of Molly's mouth did quirk up a bit. He could probably guess at some of what was running through his friend's head, but. "You're allowed your secrets, insatiably nosy as I am."
Now that he was snugged up at Molly's side and being comfortingly pet, Shaun's anxieties started to melt away. Or, he forgot what he'd been anxious about. More likely the latter. "Your nose is just fine," he assured Molly. "It's adorable, even. Keep it right where it is. You know I love you, right? With all your bits and pieces just where they are."
Yes, Shaun had reached that height of intoxication on this glorious night, where he loved everything and everyone, but right then, especially Molly.
"I love you too," Molly said with a smile in his voice, and turned enough to press a lightly kiss to Shaun's temple. It was an easy admission, and not just because of the lingering buzz in his system.
Emotions were easy for Shaun Gilmore, even when he wasn't high as all fuck. Molly would not be the last to be dosed with a healthy helping of Shaun's feelings that night, and Molly's warm support chased all of his worries away. He sighed, content to (sort of) watch the stars with his brother-from-another-mother for a little while.
The night sky was incredibly beautiful, spread out across the beach and the ocean, framed by the tasteful outdoor lighting around Nolan's pool. Shaun had lost track of how long he'd been gazing up at it, sitting on the edge of the pool with his feet floating lazily in the azure-lit water, his hands propping him up and his head dropped back. Once Vex and Keyleth's brownies had come out, the party had quieted down somewhat -- or maybe it was just that Shaun's senses had quieted down and were focused on that which was truly glorious. Yes. That sounded like it made sense.
Until he caught a flicker of purple and flash of tail from nearby, and Shaun instantly wanted nothing more than Molly's company right then. It felt absolutely essential to know Molly's every thought about the night sky and all of its glories. He stretched one hand out, utterly mis-judged the distance from himself to his roommate, and half called, half sang, "Molly, Molly, darling, come watch the stars with me."
Molly had been just a touch dubious about the entire thing, but it was impossible to deny Shaun anything when he asked so nicely. Even moreso when he was stretching out in entreaty like Molly was the only thing here to save him from floating away. The brownies had clearly done their job making everything feel pleasantly floaty as he picked his way over, and it was no hardship to drop down next to Shaun, just a touch too close.
"Are we studying astronomy, then?" His accent had thickened just a little, turning the words languid. Or maybe that was just the way the whole of him was feeling.
Naturally, Gilmore loved the way Molly spoke, and even living day to day with him, he couldn't get enough. He leaned on one hand, nearer, because if Moly was feeling cuddly then Gilmore was one hundred percent there for a cuddle. "I'm going to take Astronomy next year," said Gilmore brightly. "I don't know a thing about it. I know I'm a Leo?"
He paused, and tilted his head, knowing vaguely that wasn't quite right. "That's... no. That's different. That's astro... astra... astrolonomy," he finally decided, quite convinced.
Once Shaun leaned in, Molly absolutely took that as an invitation to practically drape across his shoulder with a pleased hum. He tipped his head up towards the stars, careful not to catch his friend with the edge of his horn and smiled.
"Astrology," he put in with an almost audible smile. "I know something about that. Have you ever had your chart drawn?"
Wasn't that what Shaun had just said? He was pretty sure. Oh, well, he was distracted by Molly's cozy closeness, and the way he smelled like chlorine and sugar and alcohol. "I have drawn a chart, for math class," Shaun suggested. "That's not what you mean. What do you mean?"
"Star chart," Molly said with a low, rumbling laugh. He reached up to absently toy with the ends of Shaun's long hair like he wasn't entirely aware he was doing it. "There's more to it than just what month you were born in."
Shaun was a sucker for casual touch, and he loved how comfortable Molly was with him. If he draped himself back, though, they probably both would slide directly into the pool, given how relaxed and floaty Shaun was feeling right then. Leaning was likely the safest course, and letting Molly pet him as much as he liked. "Huh. Does any of it really make a difference? Can you tell what people will be like just from the day they were born? I mean, I hate to think there's a load of other people out there running around just like me, just because we were all born on the same day."
Another one of those low laughs. "Unless they were born the exact same minute as you, no. And it's not a personality test. It's influences. Suggestions." Molly shrugged, though it was more of a suggestion of a gesture than anything visible, Shaun could probably feel it where they were pressed together. "I tend to prefer reading cards, myself."
"Ooh. Would you read for me?" Shaun asked, instantly intrigued, and tilting his head so that he could turn up those big, loving brown eyes with those long, heavy black lashes on Molly. This was adoration in weaponized form and he only employed it very, very rarely -- such as in the extreme emergency of wanting a soda and Molly being closer to the fridge. "I'd like to know what seventeen is going to be like."
"For you, darling, any time." He could barely see those eyes from where they were leaned together, but it hardly mattered. Molly knew exactly the sort of look he was being given and it curled at the edges of his mouth. "Though I suspect I could probably guess at most of it."
Molly was so pretty. Shaun liked making him smile. He wrapped an arm around Molly's waist, half in affection and half to keep himself upright. "Predicting lots of sex with a particularly sexy blond is cheating," he teased with a low laugh.
"I would never," Molly protested, but it was hard to work up any sort of offense behind the tone. Not with Shaun warmth comfortable against his side. "You've already met your tall, not dark gentleman, where would be the fun in that?"
Shaun was giggling helplessly again, because in this state, it didn't take much to set him off. "All right, all right," he managed to laugh. "What do you predict, with naught but your own innate wisdom, and the stars beneath which I was born... sort of?" He did his best to gesture grandly at the sky with the arm that was still semi-free.
"You will be going on a long journey," was the deadpan reply, though Molly did at least attempt to languidly roll his head enough on Shaun's shoulder to be able to look up. It would be so easy to spin some ridiculous story, he could feel half a dozen of them gathering up behind his teeth already, but something made him less interested in bullshitting this dear friend. At least not when it wasn't funny. "Ask me again when I have my cards to hand. I really should have thought to bring them with me here, I could have made a killing."
"On Grog alone," Shaun agreed fondly. "Not that you would." He knew very well that Molly had a particular moral code, and he only tricked or teased people who could take it. Molly wouldn't take advantage of someone who couldn't know any better.
Shaun shifted his weight so that he could run his fingers over Molly's hair, petting him idly. The only ones with any real money here were Shinobi, and Shaun's own beloved host, whose future was... Shaun's fingers froze after a few seconds, as did the rest of him, as his pot-slowed mind unfolded a somewhat unsettling idea. "Hey. Molly. Do your cards really tell the future?"
"Sometimes," Molly said, shifting to peer one red eye in Shaun's direction. Impossible to miss the sudden tension, as minor as it was, but the lassitude surrounding them meant that it was harder to be too worried about it. Shaun would tell him if there was a real problem. He always did. "Sometimes they tell the past. Or the present. Depends what you're asking."
"Do I have to ask out loud?" Shaun almost sounded like he was talking to himself with that question. He knew he was being cryptic, but it wasn't intentional. The words in his mind just couldn't quite find their way around the secrets he was supposed to keep. How could he ask 'Is my boyfriend's superpower going to kill him?' without using any of those words? "There's something... a problem I want to fix. But I don't know how much time there is, or where to start, or what to do. Or if I'm even the guy to fix it," he ended up admitting in a much quieter voice.
"You don't." There was something happening here, and it meant that Molly had to try to pull himself together a bit. As much as he wanted to just sink further into the comfortable warmth surrounding the two of them, his friend had a problem and that meant Molly had to put some effort into dealing with it.
"But here's the thing you must remember, dear. The cards seldom give such straightforward answers. You may get exactly what you're looking for, or you may get something you won't recognize until the moment it happens. I can't promise you anything for certain."
Shaun couldn’t stand to think about what might happen if he continued not doing anything. If Nolan continued to behave as if he weren’t worth saving. He would much rather wrap himself tighter around Molly, but the danger of the two of them just sliding right into the pool was very real. “Much as I would love a certain answer, I know it doesn’t work that way. I wouldn’t even believe in it,” Shaun admitted, “if you didn’t. But... I can’t answer any questions about it. Okay? I’ve promised.”
And Molly was a curious creature, but he could feel the tension thrumming through his friend. And all it made him want to do was pet Shaun's hair to make him relax again, so he did. "I won't ask anything you don't want to answer," he promised, voice low and soothing. "At least not twice."
With the gentle application of fingers to his hair, Shaun's shoulders softened, and he breathed out. He shifted and squirmed until he could tuck his head on Molly's shoulder. The last few minutes had been something of an emotional rollercoaster. "I know it sounds bad," Shaun said after a moment. "But nobody's hurting anybody, promise."
What Shaun did not quite realize was that if the issue was this important to him, the number of potential causes were few, and easily guessable.
"I wouldn't think so." He kept running his fingers through Shaun's hair, though one side of Molly's mouth did quirk up a bit. He could probably guess at some of what was running through his friend's head, but. "You're allowed your secrets, insatiably nosy as I am."
Now that he was snugged up at Molly's side and being comfortingly pet, Shaun's anxieties started to melt away. Or, he forgot what he'd been anxious about. More likely the latter. "Your nose is just fine," he assured Molly. "It's adorable, even. Keep it right where it is. You know I love you, right? With all your bits and pieces just where they are."
Yes, Shaun had reached that height of intoxication on this glorious night, where he loved everything and everyone, but right then, especially Molly.
"I love you too," Molly said with a smile in his voice, and turned enough to press a lightly kiss to Shaun's temple. It was an easy admission, and not just because of the lingering buzz in his system.
Emotions were easy for Shaun Gilmore, even when he wasn't high as all fuck. Molly would not be the last to be dosed with a healthy helping of Shaun's feelings that night, and Molly's warm support chased all of his worries away. He sighed, content to (sort of) watch the stars with his brother-from-another-mother for a little while.