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Molotov Cocktease ([personal profile] molotov) wrote in [community profile] paradisalogs2014-01-16 06:36 pm
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☠ 062

Who: Molotov and you, maybe
What: Fireside sitting in the lobby, thinking, talking, drinking
When: The middle of the damn night!
Where: Lobby
Rating: Ehhh probably like PG-13 at most

The lobby never really got silent, not with the noctural residents and everyone who seemed to come and go at all hours, but it did get quiet if you waited up late enough, and Molotov needed a little bit of quiet.

Sure, she could have stayed up in her room, could have sat in bed next to Brock as he slept, even though she couldn't sleep herself. But something about it made her want to leave, want to just be in front of the beautiful, if slightly "majestic generic", fireplace down in the lobby.

So she'd put on some pajamas and wandered downstairs, taking a seat on the sofa closest the fire. The castle provided a blanket to cover her legs with, and a mug of red wine hot chocolate that never seemed to need refilling, and Molotov couldn't help but think it was the nicest thing the castle had done in a while.

And there she sat, alone and silent, gazing into the flames as the lobby traffic died out more and more.

Until you came along.
samson: (down)

[personal profile] samson 2014-01-27 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Molotov's 'unconditionality,' of course, isn't as simple as she's making it sound. He couldn't turn his back on his beliefs and his morals just for one woman, even if he loved her more than anything. But none of that really matters here; beliefs and morals hold a lot less weight when you're living in a magical castle that feeds on your soul and fucks with you for fun.

He doesn't say anything about that, though. He's tired of having this argument.

"Look," he says again, turning to face her. He takes his cigarette out his mouth and ashes it onto... the floor, because why the fuck not. "It just works out here. It's not complicated here. Stop overthinking things; of course I want you. This place is a monster, but at least it gave us this chance."

He sighs, rubbing at his face, then peers at her from between his fingers. "So maybe I shouldn't complain so much."
Edited 2014-01-28 03:24 (UTC)
samson: (kodokan blood judo)

[personal profile] samson 2014-01-31 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
Pretty much! Though as far as Brock's concerned, there's no way to make peace with this, which is his point. He doesn't want to argue about it because it'll go nowhere. They just need to accept that this place gave them a chance they're never going to get in the 'real world.' It's not perfect, but it's something.

He's staring at her now, though. How rude, just pretending like he's not even there...

"Now what."
samson: (i was teaching a baby version of judo)

[personal profile] samson 2014-02-02 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Brock rolls his eyes. What a drama queen! Why can't Molotov be more like a dude, just be perfectly content not talking about shit. (Insert joke here about marrying Shoreleave instead.)

"I can't," he says mildly, throwing his arm over the back of the couch again and leaning back. "You're stuck with me, baby."
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[personal profile] samson 2014-02-07 06:16 am (UTC)(link)
He liked ladies too much, it was a real problem! To be fair, though, he never had to deal with the emotions and drama before; there's a reason why he preferred to sleep around and stuff, you know.

"I don't think that's possible," he says, then tips his head toward her. "There's no divorce here, too."
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[personal profile] samson 2014-02-08 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, yes, but it's not like they had a ton of emotional conversations. Ones that didn't end with Brock throwing his hands in the air, leaving, and then apologizing later, anyway; that didn't lend itself to very much progress.

"Cool, you do that," he says mildly, breathing a stream of smoke through the corner of his mouth. "I'll just kill 'em all."
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[personal profile] samson 2014-02-10 05:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Brock rolls his eyes. He hopes she knows he's being 100% serious; he will murder any man who touches her.

"Nope, you did it. They're all dead now. Good job."
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[personal profile] samson 2014-02-10 06:08 pm (UTC)(link)
In that case, then Brock can choose other women, too! And I guess Molotov wouldn't viciously murder them, huh? Yeah. Shut up.

Brock just stares at her for a long, silent moment, then puts his cigarette out on the couch and stands up to leave. Whatever, lady! It's not like that sort of thing doesn't hurt his feelings or anything.
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[personal profile] samson 2014-02-10 06:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Hey, he is sensitive, okay. He is a delicate flower.

Brock frowns deeper at the look on her face, then jams his arms folded across his chest. "What? You know I don't like it when you joke about that shit. Quit it."
samson: (peek-a-boo)

[personal profile] samson 2014-02-13 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
He doesn't like it! He still has a lot of hangups about Molotov, particularly because she hangs out with a ton of men all the time. (And he is pretty sure she flirts with them more than she does with him...) He often worries that she'll leave him or something, because then what is he gonna do? It's not like he could avoid her; it's a tiny castle.

"Stop acting like you do want other men," he says, frowning. It's not a very good joke, she should stop making them!
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[personal profile] samson 2014-02-16 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
"Then why the hell do you keep saying you do?" he says, also irritated. "It pisses me off every time. Why do you keep saying it?"
samson: (molotov stop checking out my ass)

[personal profile] samson 2014-02-16 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
Wow, what the fuck! Brock looks stricken, like this concept never even crossed his mind. He thought she was just doing it to be a bitch!

"That's -- no, that's not true," he says, reaching for her arm. "I just thought you'd wait forever for me, I guess. Like -- I know that was shitty, I get it, but you don't have to keep... trying to make me jealous to like... keep my interest. I'm still interested."
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[personal profile] samson 2014-02-16 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
"We're not... this isn't new anymore, Molotov," he says, frowning. Since she hasn't pulled away, he sort of loosely wraps his arm around her shoulders and kind of tugs her back toward him. A gentle, loving headlock because Brock is a dumb moose.

"I thought we were okay. What do you want me to do different?"

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