It is true, that Molly is always all of those things. Stunning, charming, witty, beautiful, cool, handsome, mysterious. Jester admires him for it. She admires him for a lot of things, really--so how great is it, that they are such good friends?! So great.
She leans forward as he shuffles the cards, watching with bright eager eyes. The first draw gets a gasp and then a squeal from her, as her hands fly up to cover her mouth. Animals. "Oh, wow wow wow wow wow," muffled, but no less pleased.
But the second card tugs at something in her chest, in a deep way that she doesn't have a word for. It doesn't hurt, exactly. More it feels like someone is picking at the thread of her shirt, but inside. She drops her hands from her mouth as she looks at the card. Its face is very pretty. The moon. She has always loved the sunshine, of course, but the moon makes her think of her mom, and of the Lavish Chateau, after hours. Sitting in her mom's bed after everyone was gone, eating chocolates and giggling over love letters that all of her mom's suitors had written to her. They loved her so much, every one of them, but not as much as Jester loved her.
"Wow," she says, a little quieter. "Do you really think so, Molly? Your cards would not lie. Right? And you wouldn't like to me, because we are friends."
What is she looking for? That is a secret. One that she guards. She smiles even now, at Molly, keeping it all in her heart. They're friends. She could trust him. But she doesn't want to say it all, not right now. All the things that she thinks about, when it's dark and she is alone. Moon-thoughts.
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She leans forward as he shuffles the cards, watching with bright eager eyes. The first draw gets a gasp and then a squeal from her, as her hands fly up to cover her mouth. Animals. "Oh, wow wow wow wow wow," muffled, but no less pleased.
But the second card tugs at something in her chest, in a deep way that she doesn't have a word for. It doesn't hurt, exactly. More it feels like someone is picking at the thread of her shirt, but inside. She drops her hands from her mouth as she looks at the card. Its face is very pretty. The moon. She has always loved the sunshine, of course, but the moon makes her think of her mom, and of the Lavish Chateau, after hours. Sitting in her mom's bed after everyone was gone, eating chocolates and giggling over love letters that all of her mom's suitors had written to her. They loved her so much, every one of them, but not as much as Jester loved her.
"Wow," she says, a little quieter. "Do you really think so, Molly? Your cards would not lie. Right? And you wouldn't like to me, because we are friends."
What is she looking for? That is a secret. One that she guards. She smiles even now, at Molly, keeping it all in her heart. They're friends. She could trust him. But she doesn't want to say it all, not right now. All the things that she thinks about, when it's dark and she is alone. Moon-thoughts.