[ The return is unruffled, even if a bit of wryness flashes briefly through his expression. Not much to go off, there, other than that take it literally bit. Something Astarion is expecting him to already know? Curious, but more things to tuck away for later. As for the rest of it...
It would be child's play to pull any one card out of the deck he likes. Some cheeky commentary on their current predicament or a nod towards the restless energy radiating through every inch of the elf across from him. But something makes Molly pause. Too easy, too predictable. This calls for something else.
Let fake take it, then. And when he pulls the next card, even Molly isn't certain what it's going to be until it's set down. ]
The present is The Soldier. [ And it comes with a slightly arched eyebrow, part amusement part something else. It might be easy to guess why, the card depicts Molly himself, perched on one foot atop a sword blade hovering over a battlefield. Upside-down, though, with the name of the card printed below his own head. ]
Authority, rigidity. You, sir, feel like you've been pushed into a particular role. There may have been something ending, but you're beholden to whoever you think you should be now.
[ Maybe a slightly odd claim to make for a man so glibly rakish, but Molly can think he sees the edges of it. He'd know, after all, what hedonism can cover.
Or maybe he's completely off and Astarion will laugh at him. Either way, really. ]
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[ The return is unruffled, even if a bit of wryness flashes briefly through his expression. Not much to go off, there, other than that take it literally bit. Something Astarion is expecting him to already know? Curious, but more things to tuck away for later. As for the rest of it...
It would be child's play to pull any one card out of the deck he likes. Some cheeky commentary on their current predicament or a nod towards the restless energy radiating through every inch of the elf across from him. But something makes Molly pause. Too easy, too predictable. This calls for something else.
Let fake take it, then. And when he pulls the next card, even Molly isn't certain what it's going to be until it's set down. ]
The present is The Soldier. [ And it comes with a slightly arched eyebrow, part amusement part something else. It might be easy to guess why, the card depicts Molly himself, perched on one foot atop a sword blade hovering over a battlefield. Upside-down, though, with the name of the card printed below his own head. ]
Authority, rigidity. You, sir, feel like you've been pushed into a particular role. There may have been something ending, but you're beholden to whoever you think you should be now.
[ Maybe a slightly odd claim to make for a man so glibly rakish, but Molly can think he sees the edges of it. He'd know, after all, what hedonism can cover.
Or maybe he's completely off and Astarion will laugh at him. Either way, really. ]