[ Molly looks over to Fjord when the half-orc enters to bring the topic changing to even more mundane things, and he's relived yet again. How strange is that, to take any little thing as a way to get the fuck out of that discussion?
The more he found out about the future the more it felt like his own self was slipping away and all that was left was something boring and colorless.
The fragment of a soul, is he? Molly's lived his whole short life running head first into everything because he know he could be gone at any moment and he would be back. The tiefling did everything recklessly and with no shame because he didn't want to miss a single moment of what was his own damn life.
He made himself a rainbow of color, a peacock in manner and a passionate, hungry person that would always agree to new experiences. Not a good person, but trying to be a kind one.
All of that in a small piece of Lucien.
Molly shakes his head and heads for the door instead. ]
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The more he found out about the future the more it felt like his own self was slipping away and all that was left was something boring and colorless.
The fragment of a soul, is he? Molly's lived his whole short life running head first into everything because he know he could be gone at any moment and he would be back. The tiefling did everything recklessly and with no shame because he didn't want to miss a single moment of what was his own damn life.
He made himself a rainbow of color, a peacock in manner and a passionate, hungry person that would always agree to new experiences. Not a good person, but trying to be a kind one.
All of that in a small piece of Lucien.
Molly shakes his head and heads for the door instead. ]
I need a drink.
[ No matter that he's still a bit hungover. ]