Post by Executus Gira on Dec 9, 2021 4:39:15 GMT
The walk back to the Violet Bar was a quiet one for Molly. She couldn't bring herself to look at Demmy or at Doris. Her face was blushed red, and she kept it staring down at the ground for as long as she could. Thankfully for her, the shadows cast from the sun were in such a way she could tell if someone was walking her way so she could avoid them, yet she tried to not show her face. She didn't want anyone to see her face, to identify her as the same exact girl who was with the Demon Lord and drew so much attention to herself.
"Molly, wrong what is?" A hand reached down and lifted her chin up. They had made their way from the announcement hall and were now back in front of the Violet Bar. Molly hadn't realized the walk had been so fast, she could have sworn they were walking around the area of the baths... "Mind heavy, heart ache. Problem simple no, is?"
Molly let out a long pained sigh. "It's... It's everything right now." She admitted. "The entire attack on the city last night, me worrying about if Heather's alive or not, everyone knowing Demmy's a Demon Lord, Unish, and now that person who crashed the speech and tried to rile up the crowds. It's just so much and... I just want to go back into the baths and stay there, away from everything. I just want to make sure Heather's okay, if Alex is okay, and be back with Mom... I want her to be okay."
Molly leaned against the wall of the building, her feet just barely avoiding a leftover piece of glass. She curled up tight against the wall, and her voice became soft and nearly inaudible. "I... I don't know what to do. It's all so much and... I can't take it anymore. I don't know what to do and... Nowhere feels safe, nowhere."
"I understand, we both do."
The voice was Demmy's. She sat down beside Molly and ran a hand across her cheek. Molly, tears in her eyes, looked over at Demmy, and the sole eye of the Demon Lord held none of the harshness or animosity she had seen from her last night. The Former Lord of Sheol who had been banished for her madness was a far cry from the comforting, almost princely manner which Demmy presented herself. The void of the missing eye was covered by a closed eyelid, and her black hair fluttered gently in the light breeze that flowed through the city.
"Demmy..."
"Molly, you've always been such a strange girl. Both timid and strong, both courageous and cowardly, both optimistic and defeatist. You really do embody the complexity of mankind and other races in your image. Our time in Lemuria has been both longer and shorter than I've expected. I know you are worried over so much, that you want to return home more than anything else. I get it, so do I. I want to ensure your happiness and safety above all other things. But right now, what you need is faith in Alex. You need faith in your mother, faith in, dare I say it, Heather... And you need faith in the other maids. I cannot say for certain that everyone you worry for is doing well, that things will get better, but for your sake, know that I will do everything in my power to bring the best possible outcome for you. And I have faith that everyone you care for is doing well. I can certainly verify that Alex is doing well-"
A pair of arms wrapped around Demmy's body, and Molly pressed her crying face against that of her best friend. " T-thank you, Demmy. I'm sorry for everything, for being such a burden. I just miss everyone so much,I really do. Please, Demmy..."
Now it was Demmy's turn for her face to flush red. She noticed that the crowds that were passing were staring at her and Molly, and her eyelid began to twitch. "M-Molly, can you please..."
"Back you has I do, Lifemother." Doris proclaimed, drawing both of their attention to her. The short woman adjusted her glasses with a smirk, and with a flick of her head sent her long braided brown hair from the left side of her neck to the right as the tip brushed up against Molly's face and wiped away her tears. "You important crucially, you want is important also. Demmy alongside, work I do help also you."
A sniffle came from Molly. "T-thank you, Dori-"
"But importantly moreso..." Doris leaned over to look at the two seated girls in the eyes, and her smirk began to harden into a neutral glare. Yet Molly noticed the edges of her lips were beginning to curl upward while her lips pressed down. "Name curious mention did you... One Alex. Heard name before, met him yes... What relationship you have him with? How know him you?"
The air around Doris was suddenly suffocating for Molly, and from a quick glance she could tell Demmy was likewise feeling uneasy with it. It was so strange, to see a Demon Lord with the power that Demmy had suddenly feel squeamish and almost scared before Doris. To Molly, she felt more like she was standing before Mussu, or that giant red haired woman in the baths. An air of authority and thinly veiled anger that radiated from Doris as she grabbed Molly's arms and slowly, gently but like an iron vice, began to pry them off of Demmy.
"Alex Shephard?" Demmy was quick to answer. Molly could see she was trying to speak clearly, yet her mind seemed to be in a mashed up state of emotions, for she was tripping over her own words and speaking faster than her brain could process, something Molly herself was no stranger to in stressful situations. "Y-yes, we've met him. He led us into Mival and saved us from some monsters. We're just on friendly terms, I swear."
"Molly, friendly only with Alex?" Doris raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "Hard to believe, find I yes. Everyone friendly with Molly. Everyone always friendly with Molly. Always starts way that, yes. It always does. Then know before, everyone all buddy buddy with Lifemother, to annoyance mine! Molly, you notice how many are always following you?! how many people just become friends with you?! MOLLY R CHANCE, ANSWER ME!"
Molly was stunned silent as Doris continued to prattle on and on, and began to jab a finger into her chest. She has never seen Doris explode in such a manner before, this was all entirely new to her. And yet, she felt there was something off about what was going on, something that seemed awfully familiar to her, something on the cusp of her mind, yet at the same time just barely out of reach. What Doris was doing, no, how she was now speaking, more coherent as she got angrier and more emotional, it sounded so strangely familiar to her...
"Doris, let's not make a scene here, please. We've already got enough of that going on-"
A new sound reached their ears through the crowd. Molly recognized it as something metallic hitting concrete and chipping. The noise was sharp and cut through all other noise in the area. She turned to look in the direction she heard it from, and she felt her breath escape from her. Her hands reached up to Doris and tugged on her skirt. She nearly pulled it off had Doris not realized what Molly was doing and secured a grip, yet when she turned her head to see what Molly was gawking at, she as well went silent, as did Demmy.
It was a girl, one even shorter than Doris by almost a full head. Her hair was long and black like Demmy's but instead of straight it was wavy and reached to her knees. She was thin, more like a doll than a person. She was dressed in a violet skirt with white floral patterns upon it that looked more like the hilt of blades than actual flower heads. At her feet was a large box, the source of the noise from it falling from her hands. She likewise was staring back at Molly and Demmy and Doris, her mouth hung open as her left hand slowly raised up to her ear.
"I have to- I have- I- I'll contact you later on the situation." She pressed on her right ear, and leaped at the dumbstruck trio, but especially at Molly. She crashed into her and pressed Molly against the wall and hugged her tight. "Mistress, it really is you! Mistress, you're not a ghost or a phantom! Doris and Demmy, it's also you as well!"
"Nichelle, it really is me." Molly finally found the strength to speak. There was a hint of relief and joy in her voice as she rose to her feet with the smaller girl held firmly against her. "I missed you too. I... I never though I'd see you again, Nichelle, but I'm so glad you're safe and alive."
"Molly, wrong what is?" A hand reached down and lifted her chin up. They had made their way from the announcement hall and were now back in front of the Violet Bar. Molly hadn't realized the walk had been so fast, she could have sworn they were walking around the area of the baths... "Mind heavy, heart ache. Problem simple no, is?"
Molly let out a long pained sigh. "It's... It's everything right now." She admitted. "The entire attack on the city last night, me worrying about if Heather's alive or not, everyone knowing Demmy's a Demon Lord, Unish, and now that person who crashed the speech and tried to rile up the crowds. It's just so much and... I just want to go back into the baths and stay there, away from everything. I just want to make sure Heather's okay, if Alex is okay, and be back with Mom... I want her to be okay."
Molly leaned against the wall of the building, her feet just barely avoiding a leftover piece of glass. She curled up tight against the wall, and her voice became soft and nearly inaudible. "I... I don't know what to do. It's all so much and... I can't take it anymore. I don't know what to do and... Nowhere feels safe, nowhere."
"I understand, we both do."
The voice was Demmy's. She sat down beside Molly and ran a hand across her cheek. Molly, tears in her eyes, looked over at Demmy, and the sole eye of the Demon Lord held none of the harshness or animosity she had seen from her last night. The Former Lord of Sheol who had been banished for her madness was a far cry from the comforting, almost princely manner which Demmy presented herself. The void of the missing eye was covered by a closed eyelid, and her black hair fluttered gently in the light breeze that flowed through the city.
"Demmy..."
"Molly, you've always been such a strange girl. Both timid and strong, both courageous and cowardly, both optimistic and defeatist. You really do embody the complexity of mankind and other races in your image. Our time in Lemuria has been both longer and shorter than I've expected. I know you are worried over so much, that you want to return home more than anything else. I get it, so do I. I want to ensure your happiness and safety above all other things. But right now, what you need is faith in Alex. You need faith in your mother, faith in, dare I say it, Heather... And you need faith in the other maids. I cannot say for certain that everyone you worry for is doing well, that things will get better, but for your sake, know that I will do everything in my power to bring the best possible outcome for you. And I have faith that everyone you care for is doing well. I can certainly verify that Alex is doing well-"
A pair of arms wrapped around Demmy's body, and Molly pressed her crying face against that of her best friend. " T-thank you, Demmy. I'm sorry for everything, for being such a burden. I just miss everyone so much,I really do. Please, Demmy..."
Now it was Demmy's turn for her face to flush red. She noticed that the crowds that were passing were staring at her and Molly, and her eyelid began to twitch. "M-Molly, can you please..."
"Back you has I do, Lifemother." Doris proclaimed, drawing both of their attention to her. The short woman adjusted her glasses with a smirk, and with a flick of her head sent her long braided brown hair from the left side of her neck to the right as the tip brushed up against Molly's face and wiped away her tears. "You important crucially, you want is important also. Demmy alongside, work I do help also you."
A sniffle came from Molly. "T-thank you, Dori-"
"But importantly moreso..." Doris leaned over to look at the two seated girls in the eyes, and her smirk began to harden into a neutral glare. Yet Molly noticed the edges of her lips were beginning to curl upward while her lips pressed down. "Name curious mention did you... One Alex. Heard name before, met him yes... What relationship you have him with? How know him you?"
The air around Doris was suddenly suffocating for Molly, and from a quick glance she could tell Demmy was likewise feeling uneasy with it. It was so strange, to see a Demon Lord with the power that Demmy had suddenly feel squeamish and almost scared before Doris. To Molly, she felt more like she was standing before Mussu, or that giant red haired woman in the baths. An air of authority and thinly veiled anger that radiated from Doris as she grabbed Molly's arms and slowly, gently but like an iron vice, began to pry them off of Demmy.
"Alex Shephard?" Demmy was quick to answer. Molly could see she was trying to speak clearly, yet her mind seemed to be in a mashed up state of emotions, for she was tripping over her own words and speaking faster than her brain could process, something Molly herself was no stranger to in stressful situations. "Y-yes, we've met him. He led us into Mival and saved us from some monsters. We're just on friendly terms, I swear."
"Molly, friendly only with Alex?" Doris raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "Hard to believe, find I yes. Everyone friendly with Molly. Everyone always friendly with Molly. Always starts way that, yes. It always does. Then know before, everyone all buddy buddy with Lifemother, to annoyance mine! Molly, you notice how many are always following you?! how many people just become friends with you?! MOLLY R CHANCE, ANSWER ME!"
Molly was stunned silent as Doris continued to prattle on and on, and began to jab a finger into her chest. She has never seen Doris explode in such a manner before, this was all entirely new to her. And yet, she felt there was something off about what was going on, something that seemed awfully familiar to her, something on the cusp of her mind, yet at the same time just barely out of reach. What Doris was doing, no, how she was now speaking, more coherent as she got angrier and more emotional, it sounded so strangely familiar to her...
"Doris, let's not make a scene here, please. We've already got enough of that going on-"
A new sound reached their ears through the crowd. Molly recognized it as something metallic hitting concrete and chipping. The noise was sharp and cut through all other noise in the area. She turned to look in the direction she heard it from, and she felt her breath escape from her. Her hands reached up to Doris and tugged on her skirt. She nearly pulled it off had Doris not realized what Molly was doing and secured a grip, yet when she turned her head to see what Molly was gawking at, she as well went silent, as did Demmy.
It was a girl, one even shorter than Doris by almost a full head. Her hair was long and black like Demmy's but instead of straight it was wavy and reached to her knees. She was thin, more like a doll than a person. She was dressed in a violet skirt with white floral patterns upon it that looked more like the hilt of blades than actual flower heads. At her feet was a large box, the source of the noise from it falling from her hands. She likewise was staring back at Molly and Demmy and Doris, her mouth hung open as her left hand slowly raised up to her ear.
"I have to- I have- I- I'll contact you later on the situation." She pressed on her right ear, and leaped at the dumbstruck trio, but especially at Molly. She crashed into her and pressed Molly against the wall and hugged her tight. "Mistress, it really is you! Mistress, you're not a ghost or a phantom! Doris and Demmy, it's also you as well!"
"Nichelle, it really is me." Molly finally found the strength to speak. There was a hint of relief and joy in her voice as she rose to her feet with the smaller girl held firmly against her. "I missed you too. I... I never though I'd see you again, Nichelle, but I'm so glad you're safe and alive."