#Poke-Qustion

[creativemaniacshenanigans]

[halftheway]

eps 7 & 8 got me feelin some type of way about molly and caleb so here u go

Like they can read his mind, Molly moves over to him, drapes a blanket over his shoulders, and sits beside him, all without saying a word. Caleb catches himself wishing they could share it, and he shakes himself. He hasn’t been this close to anyone except Nott in a long while, and the proximity is unfamiliar, though not unwelcome.

He thinks maybe he was onto something with Molly’s telepathy when they put their arm carefully around his shoulder.

Caleb is sitting in the back of the cart, trying to keep a very wet and very disgruntled Frumpkin warm in the rain. Frumpkin, for his part, is curled grumpily on his lap under his coat, while Caleb shivers in the cold. They have spare blankets, he knows, but he can’t disturb his drenched cat, so.

Molly’s in with them, ostensibly to nap, but Caleb knows they’ve been keeping an eye on him after yesterday. He appreciates it, but mostly he wishes the rest of the group would stop coddling him. Also, he wishes he were warmer.

Like they can read his mind, Molly moves over to him, drapes a blanket over his shoulders, and sits beside him, all without saying a word. Caleb catches himself wishing they could share it, and he shakes himself. He hasn’t been this close to anyone except Nott in a long while, and the proximity is unfamiliar, though not unwelcome.

He thinks maybe he was onto something with Molly’s telepathy when they put their arm carefully around his shoulder.

After a long while spent thinking about it, he leans into them, resolutely avoiding looking at their face, and instead looks down at Frumpkin. Frumpkin, however, has no such qualms and stares up at Mollymauk, head poking out from the fold of Caleb’s coat. Caleb takes a brief glance around to be sure no one else will see before letting his senses slip; he blinks and sees through Frumpkin’s eyes.

A small smile curls across Molly’s face as they reach over and scritch behind Frumpkin’s ears gently. “I can see your eyes, you know.”

 Heat floods Caleb’s cheeks as he blinks, his senses returning.

“You can look at me,” Molly continues. “You won’t turn to stone.”

Caleb nods, eyes still fixed on the cat in his lap. “That was, ah, certainly something, yesterday,” he says. “With those thieves.”

Mollymauk shrugs, their shoulder moving against Caleb’s. “Can’t really call them thieves, can you?” they say, chuckling. “They were absolute shite.”

“Ja, they were pretty bad,” agrees Caleb. “But you helped them.”

They hum noncommittally. “Sometimes you can just tell when people need help.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Caleb catches them looking up at the roof of the cart, like they can see through it to the sky above.

“I like being kind,” they say softly. “The world is hard- and cruel, sometimes, but... if I can make it even just a bit better, shouldn’t I?”

Caleb looks at them finally, and they’re still staring at the roof. He wants to ask them about this philosophy, about what they’ve seen that would lead them to adopt it, but if anyone knows the value of privacy, it’s him.

“You gave everyone their silver back in Alfield, too,” he says instead. “When they tried to buy us drinks.”

“I’m surprised you noticed,” they say, smiling a little. “You were out of it for most of that night.”

“Ja, I was,” Caleb says. Mollymauk nods, but doesn’t press further.

Beau has been poking and prodding at old wounds, nearly every time it comes up, and Nott has been hovering and asking if he’s alright. Molly does none of this, and Caleb is appreciative. He's not okay, and Molly seems to understand that. He wonders sometimes what they’re hiding behind the vague answers to qustions about their past, what they might have in common.

Frumpkin stands, then, and stretches, jaw opening in a huge yawn.

“Tired, are we?” Molly asks him, voice fond.

“He's had a big day of napping,” Caleb says, and Frumpkin meows in protest.

“Oh, be nice,” Molly admonishes. They pat their lap. “Come here, darling, I won't make fun of you.”

Frumpkin goes, settling on Molly’s lap and purring softly.

“He likes you,” Caleb says.

Molly grins and says, “I'm sure he can't help it, I'm very lovable.”

Caleb just chuckles. They settle back into comfortable silence, and when Caleb feels brave, he rests his head on Molly’s shoulder.

[bookishgryffindor1x1]

A Little Tied Up

[continued from here]

@thefaithforeverunbroken

Castiel eyes the man on the other side of the cell - it’s a tiny thing, barely able to accommodate the two of them. He’s brown-haired, fairly young.

He doesn’t look like an angel - or any other supernatural creature, for that matter - despite the fact that he’s being held by the other side of the anti-angel handcuffs that bind Castiel.

A hunter, maybe, who poked his nose into a problem bigger than himself.

“Who are you?” he asks.

William wasn’t sure where he was or what was going on. He’d just been making some enquiries about a suspicious set of events. He left the local coroner’s office, started putting things together on the way back to the motel... and the next thing he knew, he was in this tiny room handcuffed to a man he’d never seen before in his life. The guy looked about as happy with the situation as William felt, which was reassuring in some ways... and really not reassuring in others.

“I, uh... Carter. Adam Carter.” He was sticking to his current alias until given a good reason not to. “Guess I could ask yout he same qustion - who’re you? And, er, what are we doing here?”

[remains-of-nightmares]

Mimic relaxed a bit as Prime sat down. Seem this person wasn't as hostile as most. Mimic stood (or sild really) back up to their full 8ft in height, ducking a bit as their horns would otherwise scrape the ceiling. This person while cautious, was polite and therefore Mimic would do the same.

"Prime" They bowed in greeting, the tendril that held the paper tucking under their chest like an arm would. They strighten again after a moment and stuck the tendril out to be shook but then notice a wall the seem to be made of light between them. They tilted their head and poked the wall. Indeed it kept the limb from entering the area. They poked it a few times before looking back at prime.

"Here?" Prime's qustion was played back to him with eyes that showed nothing and mouth that did not move.

Oh wait. Said mouth was drawn on. Weird...

@apatheticspacegod

This wasn't the frist time Mimic ended up somewhere they probably shouldn't. Their ability to suddenly teleport at random had put them in multiple places that ended mass panic and them fleeing in fear. This strange place seem no different what with these angry ladies shouting at them and waving their weapons threateningly at the poor demon.

They bolted down halls in a panic, searching for any place able to hide them or help them espace.

"STOP! STOP!" They repeated back the bits of the grauds shouts in a vain attempt to have them leave them alone. Alas there replays only seemed to make the pair want to hunt them down more. Finally they saw a air duct and using their tendrils they clawed the vent cover off and bolted inside. The anger shouts died out the futher in the shdow snaked down the vents. Finally they came to stop once the yelling was no more. They shook badly at having once again easpce harm and death from strangers. The black practicals from there eye became heavy and dripped down to copy tears.

They didn't want to be here. Mimic moved forward again but soon stopped as their cape got caught in on vent cover. They struggled to free themselves creating quite the ruckus. Finally frustration over came the demon and a inky tendril slamed down hard on the vent breaking it open and causing Mimic to fall out into the new area with a distorted squeak.

Oh they hope no one heard or saw that.