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One could never really read what was on Mollymauk's mind. The tarot reader has perfected the art of wearing a poker face. While they might throw in a smirk or quirk a brow every so often, their true intention could not be read on their face alone. Instead keeping an eye on their hands would show how caring he is to those dear to him. A hand of his was sure to find it's way to pat someone on the shoulder or to scratch a cat’s chin.
Their tail moved about as another arm, be it by presenting an open door or to point at an aggressor in defence. There were many other tells to be found by observing the teifling. Too proud to admit that their tail finds its way to you in some shape or form. Be it under the table to gain your attention, around your wrist to pull you close in a busy market as to not lose you in the crowd, and to wrap around one of your limbs while the slumber takes over.
Having learned to read people you take note of which way their feet point as well. Always finding one foot pointing towards you, their guard never held up on the side you decide to sit.
Reading them as an open book became an interesting passing of time for you. While they might have deemed they were a closed book their many tells gave them away. Perhaps that was the perk of getting so closely acquainted with the circus man, for all of the bravado and chivalrous displays they really were just a lover deep down.
“You’ve been staring for a while love, something on your mind?”
“No not quite, simply-“ positioning yourself to lean on your palm to better look at their face. “-simply admiring the view is all” they huff a little at that, a smile forming as their brows quirk up.
“Well then suppose I should adjust as well” they quip as they turn to face you. The jewellery on their horns jingling as the earrings on their lobes sway. There was always something about that face of theirs that drew you in. From the way their horns curved to the locks of hair that framed their face.
It had been a long day for the nein. The arrival to town was met with an impromptu battle with some goblins on the road. While they were dealt with it was the rest of the band that exhausted the team. Nott was barely holding onto her drink as the exhaustion etched itself on her face, Caleb hid it better behind his book, a subtle yawn or two being heard from him. Fjord had begun slowly nodding along to every Jester was saying. Wild ideas of stealing a horse and bigger carriage as well as vandalising the sidewalk with some rather inappropriate imagery of the king. The half-orc was clearly out of it and saying yes to it all. Next to him were Beau and Yasha, the pair deep in conversation while sipping on their drinks. Yasha’s eyes slowly blinking as to try and stay awake.
Molly, ever the entertainer, showed nothing but a smile on their lips and eyes. Their shoulders slumped forwards and tail wrapped around your forearm. “Think it’s time to go upstairs?” Your question makes them stop and consider. Slowly taking their ale and drinking the liquid. There were about two sips of yours left, three if you were to savour it.
Taking a sip you sigh as it goes down your throat. The sensation of it in your mouth tingling a little. Perhaps it was time to turn in for the night.
“You must be dead tired with how quiet you’re being”
They were right, you’re usually talking their ears off at this point in time. Humming you finish the drink off and get up to leave. Someone has to be the first to turn in, and at this point if no one moved three of you would have passed out on the table.
The group slowly saunters upstairs, Nott being carried in Caleb’s arms fast asleep. As you enter your room a familiar tail comes to wrap itself around your waist.
“While I appreciate it, I think I’d rather sleep tonight if it’s all the same to you?”
Chuckling your beloved circus man comes to hug you from behind. Pulling you close and carefully laying his head on your shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your neck. “Just want to show my darling some love before sleeping”
With that they release you to remove their intricate coat to hang it on the chair, following you lay yours there as well.
Your eye the lavender tiefling as they spread out on the bed. Lazily they tap on the free space for you to join them. Sitting down you snuggle into their side, seeing as your chest is still recovering it was decided, by Molly, that they’d be the big spoon while you healed.
It was a pleasant change, to appear closer to what you imagined yourself to be. Best part was no longer needing to bind and suffer the consequences. Molly was supportive as soon as you told them, urging you on to live your life fully in your own skin.
If anyone would understand what you were feeling, it would be them.
“Feeling alright down there?”
“Mhmm” humming you adjust and take one of their hands into your own, pressing a soft kiss to their knuckles.
“Thank you”
You feel them stiffen and relax under you. A moment later you felt a kiss pressed to your head. “No need for that love, you know I’d hold your hand through it all again”
Sighing you relax into their side. There were few that could read Mollymauk as well as you. With all their little tells. Many of them afriming how much they loved you.