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👫 molly x d'art

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1. when molly and d’art first meet, it was definitely lots of too-long taken glances from the tiefling’s part...which probably only boosted the half-orc’s confidence. molly, though extremely flamboyant, was still very unsure about flirting and possibly finding love, seeing as though he has no idea who he is or where he’s come from; did he have a companion before? was he in love? so d’art has to go very slow with molly who so desperately wants to love and be loved.

2. d’art is absolutely a care taker. no matter how much molly tries to be the one who does most of the work, d’art always beats him to it. Seeing as though he’s usually stuck in the shop doing the tailoring jobs he’s supposed to be finishing up, he still tries to get the house work done as well. and then when they pick up shop and begin traveling, molly tries even more so to do all that he can to help around in the caravan. he cleans, cooks, and makes sure that the horses are well taken care of.

3. molly wants to be near d’art as much as possible. for so long after waking up, he felt like a part of him was missing. and surely it was. he lost his family, his friends, and even though he didn’t know that, it hurt him so. he desperately wants to be apart of something bigger than just himself, so when d’artangan finally comes along, mollymauk  refuses to let himself push him away. he wants to be loved on, to be touched by this man, to be everything he could ever want or need, while still being his own person, of course. he has to show everyone that he is still strong and that he can do the things that no one thinks he can. he shows them who he truly is; a wonderful trickster as well as an amazing tailor, but in private, is all that he can be for d’art.

4. molly embraces all that d’art is and who his family is. when he first meets the family, he is swept away by their culture and their idea of family and what it means to be together. he learned how d’art’s family works and he knew right away that that was what he wanted to be apart of. and d’art is happy to show him all of his world (as much as he was sure molly could take at once). molly never thought he could be as happy as he is now; d’art is the blessing he never believed he could have.

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💋 (d'artagnan/mollymauk)

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a date, d’artagnan was calling it; a few drinks, molly said instead. but, of course, it was a date. they both got dressed in their fancier clothes (not just their usual outfits or travel clothes). mollymauk had made sure that his curls were perfectly even atop his head. ever since he cut most of it, it had gone from loose curls to tighter, much larger natural curls and he couldn’t be happier.

with a bit of some pink lip color and a brush of mascara over his lashes, he left his little townhouse made only for one person (and one cat, of course), and met d’art at his caravan. there, they made their way to the nearest tavern and got on with drinking. they talked here and there, learning more and more about one another, beating around the bush with ice breaker questions, of course, but all in all molly was having quite the grand time.

their night had turned out into quite the jubilant time, and being the gentleman that he was, d’artagnan walked molly back to his townhouse, and just as he turned so he could thank him for being as so kind, arms pinned him to his door as lips meshed against his own. the taste of wine and other liquor heavy on his lips was almost as intoxicating as his body pressed against his own. and as they broke away, the tiefling shivered a bit with excitement as he grinned up at his companion.

“…well….that was unexpected.” he chuckled, licking his lips in anticipation. who knew where this would lead them. “…you could come in if you’d like…i have some more wine around here somewhere.”

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💓 (d'artagnan/molly)

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the head upon his chest caught his attention, and for a moment, molly just watched the man, his expression was a bit amusing, to say the least. carefully, he brought a hand through the dark, curly trusses, a smile upon his lips as he tilted his head to look at the half-orc just upon his chest.

“you know...i’m beginning to wonder if telling you about what happened to me was a bad idea.” he chuckled, his clawed digits running softly against his scalp before the pads of his fingers massaged and untangled curls. “i still have a heart...and yes, it’s beating. i can promise you that.” molly purred as he then ran his hand along the spot between the other’s shoulder blades and leaned back and against the pillow some more.