Missing Things - Mollymauk Tealeaf x reader

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Fandom: Critical Role, Campaign 2

It's the little things at first, the small token in your pocket now being flipped expertly like a coin in his hand, a necklace left with your pile to bathe now hung around his neck, beautifully displayed against his scars.

Small, noticeable things, feeling as if he's gauging your reaction for his deeds, soon he would be seen in your extra shirt, or old gloves you kept after replacing, not that you minded sharing your few additional belongings with him, especially with how content he seemed each time.

Currently it was your newer shirt, a soft material that is a bit more color than you'd usually wear, but Jester gleefully talked you into the splurge and how wonderful you looked in it, and you enjoyed the comfort enough to crack for her.

But now it rested against beautiful lilac skin, plain compared to his usual attire, but anything looked stunning when in his care.

He sat near a small fire as Caduceus prepared breakfast, his infernal warmth seemingly unbothered by the morning chill, a jealous fact.

"Ah, mister Mollymauk," you sat near him, eyeing his-your, shirt, before looking him in the eye. "You seem to be in possession of of something which is mine."

The lilt in your voice was playful and brought a coy smile to his lips while crossing his arms over his chest.

"Is that so? I don't seem to remember having anything."

You lean back on your hands to look at him with almost a lazy smile.

"Really? Because i don't recall giving my heart to you, but it seems to be in your care."

You feel a surge of pride when his mouth gapes ever so slightly for a second before turning into a grin.

"Well in that case dear, guilty as charged but I'm afraid I can't return it to you, it's rather dear to me after all." Despite the spark in his eye you can tell his words are genuine, a fact you feel has no right making you feel fuzzy so early in the morning.

Whatever your reply is quickly cut off by Caduceus clapping his hands together and calling to the rest of the Nein.

"Breakfast is prepared, everyone." He hands both you and Mollymauk a warm plate before sitting down with his own, pretending not to notice Nott trying to pilfer half of Fjord's plate onto her own.

You eat in comfortable silence watching the others bicker, and smile when a spade tipped tail curls lightly around your leg.

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