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the picture prompt meme

 

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takes a trip back to that one storyline

[mollymocked]

[In the belly of the beast, Molly and Caleb were playing a dangerous game, telling bigger lies than they've ever told, and even now it was hard to say whether they were both being toyed with like errant mice or if everything was believed, and they'd be able to make a move at some point. They counted on Sending spells from Jester to keep them updated (and aware that everyone was safe) and prepared to come in when the moment arose, but thus far both Caleb and Molly had urged them away to wait it out. It was one less thing to worry about.

It took some work, especially after he ran that last time, but Caleb eventually convinced Ikithon to give him full control over whatever plans they had for Molly, given that he had been with him and knew better how to make him cooperate. Even Astrid had agreed this was fair, though with a knowing look, and had given him notes upon notes about how she used the wrong spell to eradicate Lucien's memories and create a blank slate she could build upon, using him and his Messiah-like hold over the Tomb Takers as soldiers for the Empire. She had simply miscalculated the days Lucien would be technically dead and failed to retrieve the body in time. By then, Molly had emerged.

But no matter. Caleb- mein liebkin, she had said- will get them back on target, and so Molly was released into his hands, and with no one to observe them visually, they playacted the part of captive and torturer behind closed doors leaving everything to the imagination.

Of course, the fact that Molly never came out of the interrogation room with Caleb with increasingly more wall-eyed looks on his face to show some progression of breaking that wasn't there, he never had a mark on him. With magic, you didn't always need to, which as an argument worked for awhile... Until it didn't.

This is the thing- Caleb is a good liar, but Molly is most assuredly not. She might not suspect Caleb isn't doing his job properly, but she suspects Molly is faking being broken. So one day she takes him to the blood and metal-scented interrogation chamber, and as she binds his wrist behind him with practiced knots, she tells him every single thing she can think about Caleb, about what's done, about what he will do, and even now Molly can't tell if this is her trying to scare him (it won't) or she's playing a longer game. Astrid is hard to read and that worries him. Nothing she says does- that's nothing to him- but the fact that she's saying it is strange and unpleasant.

She leaves him in the chamber with his wrists bound, seated cross-legged on the floor. It's an hour before Caleb comes in and his arms are starting to ache by then, but the second he enters, Molly forgets they're trying to lie to the most powerful people in all of Wildemount to convince them they're a loyal dog and a soon-to-be-broken puppet when they're both tired, but keeping it together. For each other, if nothing else.] There you are. Astrid's been awful as usual. [He waits for the door to shut and then adds, under his breath:] Actually, more than usual. Is everything all right?