Mollified-Musings

glenmcniven:

[text] Ah right, is that so, is it?

[text] It is. So don’t you be getting any ideas, sir!

[text] Ah I’ll do me best, so I will.

[text] Glen McNiven, I’ll not be making a fool of myself. :P

[text] Fancy givin' Rosie to John and going out for St. Paddy's, pet? xxx
glenmcniven

[text] If you insist :)

[text] Sounds fun, as long as you don’t try to get me dancing in public! xxxxx

//um. hi there.

i don’t expect anyone to come rushing to play with me, but if by the grace of god someone still does want to play with me, please don’t refer to my absence in character, because molly won’t have a good excuse.

i’ve missed you guys so much though. i’m so sorry.

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♣ littlemousemolly

teinesmuirich:

littlemousemolly:

Molly had an unfortunate tendency to daydream as she walked along the crowded streets of London. Usually, she knew her way around enough that she could avoid oncoming traffic, but something went off that day - perhaps she was paying less attention than usual, or perhaps she would never have been able to avoid the other person. Whatever it was, it ended in collision, causing the mortician to yelp.

"Ah, no, it’s my… fault…" Her words trailed off about the same time as Emery fell quiet. She raised a hand as if she wanted to touch the larger woman’s shoulder, but kept it in the air, wavering. "…It can’t be. Can it?"

The possibility that if she turned and walked away now Molly might not ever put two and two together crossed Emery’s mind, but the expression on Molly’s face and the fact that it had actually registered fast enough that her hand hung in midair left Emery quickly realizing that it wasn’t an option. Man up and face it Cavanaugh. The thought was a simple enough one, but if Molly went running her mouth Emery’s life was over. For real this time.

The Scots-Irish woman’s tongue didn’t seem to want to work and her lips hung slack as she tried to find the words that would be the appropriate ones to fill the void. “‘Ey,” she finally got out of her dry throat. Hey. That’s what you decide to go with? Hey Molly, I’m not dead. Surprise.

"Hey," she echoed faintly, finally letting her hand drop. She shifted, unsure quite what to do. Emery was supposed to be dead, not someone she could run into on the street by accident. She… she was certain Emery had died. But here she was, in the flesh, in London. She had a million things she wanted to say, but only one came out.

"Would you like to have coffee? I… I know a nice little place, sort of out of the way."

♣ littlemousemolly

teinesmuirich:

If there were a list of people upon the earth that Emery needed to avoid it would include her superiours at Scotland Yard at her time of mistake, trial, conviction, imprisonment, and ‘death’, and Molly Hooper. And yet, fate had decided that the Scots-Irish woman should literally walk straight into the woman today. Emery had just broken free of a crowd of people, her claustrophobia leaving her a bit disoriented as to her surroundings, and almost tripping, more stumbling, into the much smaller woman.

"Ah’m so soorreh -" Emery’s words cut short as she recognized into whom she’d plowed, her heart nearly stopped for real this time.

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Molly had an unfortunate tendency to daydream as she walked along the crowded streets of London. Usually, she knew her way around enough that she could avoid oncoming traffic, but something went off that day - perhaps she was paying less attention than usual, or perhaps she would never have been able to avoid the other person. Whatever it was, it ended in collision, causing the mortician to yelp.

"Ah, no, it’s my… fault…" Her words trailed off about the same time as Emery fell quiet. She raised a hand as if she wanted to touch the larger woman’s shoulder, but kept it in the air, wavering. "…It can’t be. Can it?"

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ !!!!! :) i have no boundaries
await-thedawn

Okay, five things Eva loves…
1. Have a sense of humour.
2. Have an accent that is not from the middle eastern coast of the US
3. If you are a guy, be taller than 5’6”; if a girl, shorter.
4. Be able to sit quietly for a while; Eva likes to sit in silence a lot, even when with someone. The cuddles thing comes back into play here.
5. Speak another language. If she doesn’t know it, you can bet she’ll want to learn; this may take a while, so patience is also appreciated.

♥ ♥ ♥ !!
glenmcniven

Well, let’s see…. Eva really likes baked goods. That’s an easy way to her heart. She also loves cuddles! And for a third… be willing to put up with her inanities when talking, because she’s not very good with that. Talking to people, I mean.

Let’s reverse the tables. For every ♥, the MUSE will give advice on how to win the MUNS heart

missdarklink:

{Yeah, I got this idea from the one where mun gives advise on winning the muse’s heart ehehe~ }