Silhouettes
Autumn (61-65)
Prompt: sky and stars
"No way in hell, Angela."
"C'mon, Molly! You are being ridiculous!"
"You are acting ridiculously. I won't let you go out at night when you have a fever, festival or no festival," Molly said and slammed the door as she exited.
Despite her protests, Angela wouldn't dare head outside. Molly knew she'd obey.
'Still, it's too bad it fell on tonight of all nights. The Moon Viewing Festival only happens once a year, and who knows if next year she'll still be here...' She sighed, decreasing the distance to the festival slowly.
"Such a beautiful sky..." she murmured to herself.
Prompt: regaining
Even though she wasn't accompanied, Molly thought the Moon Viewing Festival was one of her favourite events. The night was cloudless and soft wind was blowing, a chill subtle enough that a mere sweater was sufficient. It was exactly what she needed at the moment – a soothing time by herself.
Naturally, throughout the night she discussed with the others, or at least exchanged greetings. And that was how she noticed that, even approximately two seasons later, Gill was still too embarrassed to talk to her.
Oh, he'd tried. At an awkwardly far distance, with a crimson face, but he'd tried.
Prompt: bare bones
Molly barely repressed a laugh as Gill quietly bade her goodbye and hurried away from her.
He seemed like such a nice person, it was a shame the underwear accident had ever happened. In the end, she had embarrassed herself so frequently, with so many different people, that she had come to peace with that incident. Not Gill, it seemed.
"Molly."
A voice interrupted her thoughts. It was Chase, but his tone was odd.
"Can we talk? Somewhere else, I mean."
His eyes never crossed hers directly, and his hands clutched at his pants.
Suddenly, she felt cold all over.
Prompt: still
Molly's PoV
It's all too familiar by now, the way the world stills before it storms, the melody ringing as the ground caves underneath your feet.
The clouds hang low, threatening, hiding stars that shone so brightly. The wind whirls by you, the only proof this planet still turns properly. If you close your eyes, you can almost taste the rain on your tongue.
He stands mere feet away from you, but you feel as though he's right in front of you, his hands around your throat.
But no, that's just from the effect of his words.
"It's all your fault, Molly."
Prompt: offence
Molly's PoV
Warning for language…?
The nerve of that guy! How dare he accuse her like this? What the hell is his problem?
She has nothing to do with this. Nothing.
And there he goes, blaming her for everything that went wrong in his nonexistent relationship with Maya!
Of course she's the one who pushed Maya into her own ex-boyfriend's arms – when, by the way, she hasn't yet moved on entirely from that particular man. Very clever.
No, it's entirely his own fault. He just had to make his move sooner. Too bad he's such a huge wimp.
The blame is all on that asshole!