Appointment's Post

[talentsgirl]

For all your "Getting in touch with Molly" needs. Any extraneous voice, action, or written posts, flowovers, invitations (present drop offs, etc) can go here! Please label the thread using the following format:

[written, March 11]
[voice, June 6]
[action, December 15]

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[talentsgirl]

"Fair enough," she took a sip of her tea. "Too much caffeine is bad for you anyway."

[greenjacketed]

"And yet you prefer it."

He tapped rough thumbs on the lip of the mug. "Seems you like a great deal of things that aren't so good for you."

[talentsgirl]

Her eyebrows shot up in typical feminine pique. "What makes you say that?"

[greenjacketed]

A huff. Had it been too bold? Now that he had set himself the task of wooing a woman from the future, all his casual ease seemed to drain out of him. The simple flirtation they'd enjoyed before the Shift felt impossible for him to match once again.

"N-nothing, Molly. Only...your coffee a-and what we said before about drinking alone. Were only a joke, like."

[talentsgirl]

"Oh, well." She relaxed, taking another sip of her tea. "I don't really like to drink alone. I'm actually not much of a drinker."

She gave him a small smile. Why was he so nervous? She thought about the flowers... was something more going on here?

...probably. Jeeze, Molly, way to be dense.

Hells bells. Now what should she do? Under average circumstances, it might be nice to go out (would be nice, what is she talking about) with a Boromir-look-alike. But she was practically certain that someone from the Napoleonic Era would have different... expectations and... okay, she wasn't sure this was really what she needed while being locked in a glass jar.

[greenjacketed]

It wasn't what either of them needed while being locked in a glass jar; however, Sharpe wasn't too fussed. A bewitching woman was enough to keep a man sane through battle. Through missions. Through the emptier hours of the day. But when Sharpe's mind drifted to Jane Gibbons -- that golden-haired creature, trapped up in her uncle's estate -- he found himself soured. She was far away. Unreachable, no matter how she cared to answer his suit.

Molly, though. So alive and here and present. And the way she spoke to him.

Sharpe sniffed. Tapped out a soft tattoo on the mug's ceramic.

"I suppose I picked the habit up a bit too young, Miss Molly." The name and its addition is said with gentle affection, now -- instead of stiff courtesy.

[talentsgirl]

It would be a strange thing to any outsider - that the use of proper titles could convey affection. But it was something Molly felt keenly, something she'd already made use of in gentle teasing. "I guess legal drinking age isn't much of a thing where you're from."

Not that, in her miscreant youth, such things had bothered her.

[greenjacketed]

"Mayhaps they make a fuss of it in proper parts of town, lass. But not in the rookeries." He confessed in a light voice. Unsure whether the word would mean anything to her but prepared for the disappointment should she understand. "Least not in mine."

[talentsgirl]

"The drinking age is twenty-one, where I'm from. But I've found there are areas where people don't make a fuss about it either."

[greenjacketed]

Wait, wait, wait.

"Twenty-one..." Sharpe was surprised. Very surprised. "A lad can be recruited and enlist long before that..."

[talentsgirl]

She nodded. "Eighteen, with us. I know, it seems a little crazy."

[greenjacketed]

He tilted his head. Curious, now. "Did you not drink until twenty-one, lass?"

Maybe, if he was lucky, he'd learn her boundaries.

[talentsgirl]

"Mmm, not... exactly."

She took a demure sip of her tea, eyelashes modestly lowered.

Her mouth, on the other hand, twisted up with a touch of wry mischief.

[greenjacketed]

"...'s alright. I didn't wait either, Molly."

He responded to her mischief -- offering a cheeky note of conciliation.

[talentsgirl]

"One of my milder sins," a her smile turned wry. She took another sip of her tea and the crucifix on her wrist gleamed.

[greenjacketed]

"Then I will be a gentleman," hah, "and ask no further."

[talentsgirl]

"It's a sordid tale of youth and rebellion." She smiled a little wryly and tilted her mug towards him, "I appreciate the way of escape."

[greenjacketed]

He smiled because he felt secure in the knowledge that her tale could not be as sordid as his. And if it was...? Well, he'd rather not imagine this grand, impressive creature killing her first man before the age of thirteen or learning to fear the birch switch in a foundling home. He wanted to imagine her youth and rebellion as...adventurous. Close to peril -- tasting it, perhaps -- but never in the flames.

"You're young yet, lass. And still rebelling, from the looks of it."

[talentsgirl]

"What makes you say that?" she asked, setting her mug down and looking at him curiously.

[greenjacketed]

He eyed her hair and let his gaze flicker to her neck. Only for a fraction of a second. Only long enough to try and search out a hint of that tattoo. Perhaps those things are normal for her time -- for all he knew.

But his conversations with Dresden suggested that the young woman had a fierce streak. One Sharpe had already seen a few hints of.

So, he teased: "Call it a hunch, missy."

[talentsgirl]

She couldn't help but be a little amused at the subtle flick to the tattoo on her neck. That tattoo had been a long time ago, but she wasn't tired of it yet. Her regrets from that time in her life weren't so visible.

Her protest was mild and in good humor, "Hey, I tow the line. Show up on time. Follow instructions."

A flicker of humor quirks up her lips, "When it counts, anyway."

[greenjacketed]

"Aha. I can tell you -- speaking as an officer, of course -- that there's no greater virtue than punctuality."

He eased comfortably into this space of non-seriousness. Of jokes and raillery. "And obeying instructions, mercy! I will indeed make a sergeant of you yet."

[talentsgirl]

She tilted her head, smiling. "Bossing other people around? Making them have to tow the line, not for my sake but for someone else's? Where have I heard that before?"

[greenjacketed]

God, but he was happy just to be sitting across from her. Just to be chatting with her. Strange feeling, that. Just simply chatting with a lass.

"I dunno, Molly. Tell me. Where've you heard such a thing before?"

[talentsgirl]

She tucked a strand of multi-toned hair behind one ear. "I'm the oldest of seven kids, back home." Her tone was warm with rueful affection. "Keeping all the jawas in a row was a full time job by itself."