If you were a villain, you'd be the sweet kind. The kind who doesn't act or dress like a villain but the kind who does what she thinks is necessary to achieve her goals with complete and utter ruthlessness but you'd still allow people a chance to follow you. If they betray your trust, you off them immediately but you did give them a chance and tell them what the consequences would be. So no one really suspects you and you'll end up ruling the world some day.
…this is quite possibly the best answer I could have ever hoped for.
If Douglas was surprised by the sudden request from Molly, it barely registered on his face outside of a slight lift of his right eyebrow that could just as easily been sarcastic as curious. Sarcasm was his default expression after all, but something about the way Molly had quickly leaned forward to speak with him the moment that Martin had gotten up to use the restroom during MJN’s night out had him intrigued.
“Oh? Am I to guess by the timing of this that it has something to do with our heroic captain?”
She nodded, looking over towards the bathrooms furtively even though Martin had left approximately thirty seconds ago. “Yes. You see his birthday is coming up -”
“Birthday? I love birthdays! When’s Skip’s birthday?”
It was, it seemed, impossible to talk about anything resembling birthdays in a ten foot radius of Arthur without him picking up on it, even when it was in a somewhat noisy pub that should have drowned out Molly and Douglas’s quiet conversation. His face was lit up like a Christmas tree at the mere mention of it, and Molly had to suppress a quiet groan that he’d overheard her. His enthusiasm for the subject might be admirable, but it did not exactly lend itself to subtlety.
Alright chickadees I am bored absolutely senseless at work so instead of refreshing the same website fifteen more time I think I’ll take some ficlet prompts! I’ve noticed a sudden surge in notes/interest for my old Molly/Martin fics, so how about some of those?