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second-chance-stray · 3 years

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RP Log: Cravendy meets Lin! I think both of them have a terrible time.

Cravendy Hound woke up two days prior, and has spent those days awkwardly exploring the company while simultaneously avoiding all of its members. Finally, she understands what has happened in her absence...a very basic understanding, at least. The details are far too many to untangle at the moment.

Cravendy Hound has left a note on Lin’s door, inviting her to meet at one of the Lavender Bed islands. She waits on the bench absolutely terrified. Outwardly, this unintentionally translates into a menacing aura. Fists clenched, eyes dark, looking pissed off as hell.

Aislinn North It was a day with no work to be done. For most people, that would be a cause to celebrate. Right now, at this point in time, for Aislinn, it's a nightmare. Nyscera's people and Bertram, all of them had conspired against her. Sweeping the paperwork from her desk, aiding her in the clinic, leaving her with no escape. Work was the distraction used to keep her thoughts from looking back. Like a colorful toy you waved in front of a child to keep their attention where you wanted it. However, there was one piece of parchment left for her on her now far-too-clean desk. A note. She turned her head to the sound of approaching footsteps, the blood promptly draining from her face as she read it over. What in the Seven Hells was this? She fought back a litany of curses. No. She wasn't doing this today. She couldn't do this today. However, underneath the note was another's handwriting. Bertram had written something. And whatever he had penned had her out here, in the rain, making her way to this damned meeting. She caught sight of the familiar silhouette as she approached and immediately felt her throat go dry. As she drew closer, she realized the look was all wrong. The anger, the glaring eyes. Nothing about this....person was Wyda. She came to stand wordlessly just under the gazebo's shelter. She simply couldn't find anything to say.

Cravendy Hound similarly feels her heart sink when Lin steps into view. There is no plan, no eloquent speech prepared. Hells, she doesn’t even have a rough idea of what she wants to talk about. But she feels like she has to say something - anything - for both of their sakes. And yet, words fail her. The silence stretches between two of them like a widening fissure, and it feels unsurmountable. Gods, what was she thinking?

Cravendy Hound gets up. Why did she do that? Now she’s standing! She moves to sit back down, but wouldn’t that be more awkward? Cravendy freezes in a half-squat for a second until finally deciding to throw caution to the wind. Hells. She’s got the nerves of a kid on stage for the first time, but at least things can only get better...right?

Cravendy Hound strides over to Lin, grabs her shoulder, sits her down on a bench, and then takes a seat across from her. Okay, pieces in place. Things should happen now. Aaaanytime now. “.....................................”

(Aislinn North) ((Awww! OKay, this has me laughing! xD)) (Cravendy Hound) xD!! )) (Cravendy Hound) cravs has 0 braincells 0 plans. the apple doesn't fall far from the tree in many ways ))

Aislinn North eyes flared widely as Cravendy grabbed hold of her shoulders, clearly taking umbrage at being maneuvered into place by a person she knows is a total stranger. Unfortunately, her still-healing injuries leave her unable to swiftly move out of the way in time and she finds herself plopped on the nearby bench instead. "Nymeia's bloody britches." she muttered, returning the Seawolf's glare with one of her own. "Starting to think I might have been better off wandering another circle around the House." In all honesty, it's the most emotion she's displayed since the events of that horrible day.

Cravendy Hound: “Aye, you an’ me both. Suppose we got that in common? Not wantin' to be ‘ere. Today being a weird an’ unpleasant day.” Cravendy tries to laugh and her voice cracks from high to low. Twelve have mercy, her expressions are not fully her own yet. Her face reddens and her scowl only deepens. “M-mud an’ shite! Been more than a year since I last spoke, I promise I ain’t like this normally...”

Aislinn North "I'll have to take your word on that." came Aislinn's rapid fire retort. She had clearly reached 'Anger' along her trip through the five stages of grief. But even she can hear the bite in her words and knows they're misdirected. She looked away, out over the water as a war waged within her chest. Logically, what happened wasn't Cravendy's fault. It also wasn't Cravendy's fault she woke up. She just did. Logically, Aislinn knew all of this. She just didn't like it. "....It'll get easier, I'm sure." she finally, grudgingly allowed. That felt alright to say. That felt safe.

Cravendy Hound winces slightly, but the bite in Lin’s voice feels deserved. It isn’t as if she’s unaware of what has happened in the past year. In dreams you can become another on the flip of a dime...She’s in possession of memories that are both hers, and not hers. She shakes her head.

Cravendy Hound: “Don’t go easy on me. I know what happened. The mess I caused.” She crosses her arms and...my god. She was never going to get used to how after waking up, she suddenly had the toned body of a fistfighter. God, everything is so weird. “...An’ I won’t go easy on ye. Ye look like shite, an’ ye look like ye can stand to get somethin’ off yer chest.

(Cravendy Hound) sleep is the most powerful workout xD )) (Aislinn North) ((God, I wish that were true! lol!))

Aislinn North shot the Seawolf a swift, dry look out of the corner of her eye. "You're looking for someone to unload on you, aren't you?" she shrewdly assessed. "Did you? Cause this mess? I mean, did you mean to summon..." her voice caught, stumbled over the word. "the primal?"

Cravendy Hound: “Personally, could do without. But when ye do somethin’ wrong, an’ ye don’t get what ye deserve then...well, I’d be wonderin’ whether or not I was still dreamin’.” Her jaw set, tight. To Lin’s second point, she found herself at a loss for words. Part of her wanted to absolve herself of guilt and claim it wasn’t her fault. A half-truth to make everyone feel better, and one that she knew would gnaw away at her heart like all of her other white lies. No...She literally died following this creed. She had to carry on differently, no matter how uncomfortable.

Cravendy Hound: “....It was unintentional. But what I did leadin’ up to it was my fault.”

Cravendy Hound: “Accident or not, I made a right mess of things. If hatin’ me will make ye feel better, then I’ll gladly bear it.” Hair fell in front of her face as she let out a short breath.

Aislinn North "How could I hate you? I don't *know* you." Aislinn replied. "And that's an awful lot of wasted energy, in my experience." She grew quiet as she mulled over Cravendy's words. For a long stretch the only sound was the rain drumming against the roof of the gazebo. She saw what she was trying to do. Get all the information and assemble it into something that made sense. That gave her answers. And what would answers do now? They wouldn't change the outcome. "You're right though...you did make a mess of things." she said with blunt honesty. "And we're all just going to have to learn to live with it. Not all of us are going to manage...*well*"

Cravendy Hound’s brows knitted together. She was partly relieved to hear that she wasn’t going to be immediately hated by Lin. Dream-friend or no, it was definitely something she could do without. But the other half of her was frustrated at the existence of yet another problem that she caused, that she couldn’t fix at once.

Cravendy Hound: “Maybe ye don’t know me, and maybe I don’t know ye, but whether ye like it or not, I’m ‘ere for you. Because...” Cravendy pauses. Because what? She feels selfish for saying anything at all. If her goal isn’t closure, then what is it? She doesn’t know, and it infuriates her. “...Just because.”

Cravendy Hound: “....................” It dawns on her that she hasn’t introduced herself. Shit, is it too late to bring it up now? She simmers in anxiety and, as usual, it comes across as looking like she’s about to fight something.

Aislinn North sat back sharply, caught up short. Clearly, she wasn't ready for that. She looked away. Her fingers tapped out a quick rhythm against her leg, her jaw squared. How many times did it take for her to learn this particular lesson? Cracking herself open again and again only to lose people. No. *This* time she would get it. *This* she'd learn. Upon glancing back at Cravendy, her dark musings fly from her. The woman looked like she wanted to punch something. Aislinn tensed. "Alright, there?" ...she asked uncertainly.

(Cravendy Hound) xD )) (Aislinn North) ((Lin's wondering if she's gonna have to dodge and roll xD))

Cravendy Hound narrows an eye as she reads Lin’s expression. Shit, looks like she’s closing up. But then again, what other outcome could she expect? Thrust herself in her life and expect immediate and full reconciliation? Of course not. Cravendy doesn’t know Lin either, and maybe never seeing each other would be the best path to take...but it feels wrong to see her like this. It just does.

Cravendy Hound: “It’s not alright! I...I wake up after tryin’ to end things and I guess things are better? But worse at the same time? I’m still where I was a year ago an...” She cuts off her outburst. Piss n’ wind, just another way to further alienate Lin. “‘SCUSE ME.”

Cravendy Hound gets up, dunks herself under the water and yells at the top of her lungs. When she comes back, she looks spent. “Should’ve said this at the beginnin’, but I’m Cravendy. And I’m...I’m just losing me mind! Haha. That’s a...a joke.”

(Cravendy Hound) i dont know whether to laugh or cry )) (Aislinn North) ((ohhhhh...I think this is one of those times where its just both!)) (Cravendy Hound) both? both. xD )) (Aislinn North) ((xD)) (Aislinn North) ((Also did she just go and pitch herself into the water, or just her head?)) (Cravendy Hound) LOL she stepped into the water, slams herself completely underwater, and then came back )) (Aislinn North) ((lol! Got it!)) (Cravendy Hound) lmao i dont know which would give off more of an insane person vibe. if she crawled on the wood and dunked just her head in the water versus what she actually did )) (Aislinn North) ((lol! Oy, that's true! Six of one, I suppose))

Aislinn North As the woman let loose on her, Aislinn realized the turn of phrase she's used since childhood may have been misconstrued. She sat in stunned silence after watching Cravendy pitch herself into the lake. She'd get up but at the moment, in her condition, that seemed like too much of a chore. "I didn't..." it was all for the best as Cravendy immediately returned and squelched back down on the bench. "It's just...something I say. Of course nothing about this is alright." she let go a breath. "Cravendy...I gathered that. From the note you left me." A part of her had to admire someone who could do exactly what they felt like doing. She, herself, had been holding in a scream for days. She looked forward to when she could pick up her pistol again and target shoot. She had always been better at letting her gun snarl and growl for her. "And like I said, it's not an easy thing. But it'll get easier."

Cravendy Hound sits in wet, miserable silence. Her hair, once a dense tangle resembling a pine tree, is now slicked down against her face and shoulders. And she’s godsdamned grateful for looking like a mess right now, as it hides the tears and redness in her eyes. She’s not some whelp to be pitied, she’s a tough pirate that shoots first and asks questions later! Used to be, anyway. Cravendy sniffs once. Must be the cold.

Cravendy Hound: “Hah, ah...No.” She takes a bundle of hair in her hand and wrings water out of it. It’s a little salty. “Yeah. No...No? No.”

Cravendy Hound: “........Aye.”

Aislinn North tipped her head as she listened to Cravendy argue. Though whether it was with Aislinn or herself, the highlander couldn't be sure. "Aye." she affirmed. "Because there's no other option." she spoke like someone who knew that was the way of it.

Aislinn North After a pause, she slowly pulled herself to her feet. "I'll be heading back to the House now. Not that anyone has left me much of anything to do...but still." she sighed. She hesitated a moment, studying Cravendy. Feeling torn in several directions all at once. "Come back up when you're ready. No sense sitting in wet clothes for very long."

Cravendy Hound sighs. Well, that went swimmingly. She shrugs her shoulders and lets Lin go, preferring to unwind in the privacy of this lonely island for now.

#ff14 rp logs #Cravendy Hound #Aislinn North #cravendy is an absolute disaster #she went swimming FULLY CLOTHED AFTER THIS #me at first: cool and serious older sister type!#me now: dumpster fire awkward spaghetti ball of FEAR that makes her look ANGRY #aaaaa

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pennywaltzy · 5 years

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Neither Living Dead Nor Fully Living (1/15)

This is another fic that was requested by @strangelock221b for the Moran/Molly ship, which is a combination bakery AU and supernatural AU. I finished this one pretty quickly into the big bang so I hope you all enjoy it!

Neither Living Dead Nor Fully Living - When Sebastian Moran inherits a building, a business and a servant from James Moriarty, he tries to live as normal a life as he can. But when Molly Hooper does the unthinkable and falls in love with him, he finds himself fighting a battle he'd never imagined he'd be in.

READ CHAPTER 1 | HELP ME SURVIVE? | COMMISSION ME? | BUY ME A KOFI?

“Just because the undead has to have blood to survive doesn’t mean they aren’t caffeine addicts still.”

He looked over the perimeter of the small cafe, knowing his mother, God rest her soul, would be amused if she caught sight of what this former lieutenant was up to these days. Not killing for profit, no...now he was brewing lattes and macchiatos spiked with all sorts of things he’d never dream of ingesting himself to the undead and then some. Jim had tried long and hard to get him to allow himself to be turned but a life of immortality just didn’t appeal to the soldier in him. Knowing there was an end, however messy it was...he rather liked that.

At least Jim had enjoyed having his own personal donor, for whatever he was craving at the moment. Being the boss’s right-hand man and unmentioned pet had had its perks.

Like this place, one of the few legitimate businesses he had run, left to him in Jim’s will with a sizeable fortune to boot. Jim had known he’d be bored stiff if he just had the money. He needed something to do.

And at least an honest living was better than not living at all.

Before dusk, the cafe catered to the humans and sometimes the Other Folk. At night, there was a new clientele. He was lucky he had a loft upstairs for when he absolutely had to sleep. And even luckier still he had a vampire hybrid waitress who never needed sleep to hold down the fort when he wasn’t there in person.

Molly had been...a toy, for lack of a better term. Jim had found her useful, since unlike most vampires she could walk in the sun, had little of the side effects that most vampires did, and didn’t rely on a steady diet of donors, preferring BloodOxy to anything real. He had no idea if she actually liked the taste of the stuff, but one can of blood substitute a day and she was full of energy and didn’t need anything else.

Though she could bake. The humans, even the more prejudiced ones, could stand a hybrid with amazing baking skills.

He had no idea what her history was, how she came to be or anything like that. All he knew was that Jim had given him “custody” of her in the will and she was whip-smart, warm and a natural with all types of customers. He’d tried to say she didn’t need to stay if she wanted to go but she said he had custody and she had to stay until he died.

He was betting she was part fae of some sort. Maybe distant Brownie? Stranger things had happened, after all. But he liked having her around all the same.

“Don’t you want to do something else other than stay here all damn day?” he asked as he watched her bend over to take a batch of scones out of the oven. What little time she spent alone she spent in the cottage behind the cafe, filled with the most brilliant flowers he’d ever seen in her garden and some very old trees surrounding her place. They hadn’t been there when they’d opened but now, a year later, he couldn’t imagine her little abode looking just the way it did.

“Nope,” she said, popping the p a little in her reply. “I like working. It’s better than sleeping.”

“I suppose that’s true,” he said, watching her take the baking sheet out without oven mitts. She had to have some sort of magic coursing through her veins because even thousand-year-old vampires could burn themselves on an oven if they weren’t careful.

“And besides, you need a keeper, Mr. ‘I Know Shite About Taking Care Of Myself’ Moran,” she said with a wide smile.

“I do not need a keeper,” he grumbled, flushing slightly. Damn it all, if she didn’t flirt with him every chance she got he would think the world was ending. Not that she was serious. She’d never been serious about anyone who flitted in and out of her path, as far as he knew. Not even Jim.

She had been the one to put a stop to his foolishness with that Holmes bloke.

Hell, she might actually carry a torch for Holmes, which made him feel as inadequate as possible. Holmes was an arse, but he was something different, just like Molly.

Maybe they were suited, but he didn’t like thinking about it.

He noticed the smell coming closer and he shook his head, paying attention to Molly. For a creature of the night, she sure did like her bright colours and floral patterns. The cut of her trousers accentuated the curves she had, and her hair was pulled back into a messy bun which left her neck tantalizingly bare, with the exceptions of a few stray brown tendrils. He felt his own trousers get uncomfortably tighter as she got close.

“Try one,” she said, indicating the scones. “New recipe. Cinnamon and pear.”

“Too hot,” he pointed out.

She picked one up off the tray and then blew on it, and he knew the minute she handed it to him it’d be just the perfect temperature. All her food was, and her coffee was perfectly brewed and made exactly how every customer wanted it, even if they hadn’t placed their order yet.

Yes. Definitely fae of some sort.

He took a bite and had to admit, this was a winning combination. “Small batch?” he asked around a mouthful.

“For today. If they sell well we can make it a spring special.” She smiled and then reached up and brushed a crumb from the corner of his mouth. “Or I can just make them for you.”

“Sell ‘em. They’re amazing,” he said.

Her grin widened. “Then spring special it is.” She turned away and began removing the rest from the baking sheet, blowing on each one, humming something to herself. He would stay and watch if he could, but coffee wasn’t going to serve itself if he didn’t go back out there.

After all, he had a business to run and roofs to keep over their heads.

#sherlock #sebolly #mollan #moran x molly #fanfic #fanfiction #sebastian moran #molly hooper #Multipart: Neither Living Dead Nor Fully Living #queuel beans

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