Kento's hips stutter to a halt above you, and he frowns deeply in what anyone would assume was agony-- if not for the tiny staggered gasps, the hushed whispers and groans, and the way his abdomen clenches, flickering as he comes.
He braces himself above you, both silent, panting, in a fine haze of sex and sweat. Kento breaks the silence.
"...do you...do you ever think about...that restaurant in Seoul?"
You are quiet beneath him. You frown up at him. A heartbeat-- and a reply.
"...the one with the amazing bulgogi--"
"Fuck, that amazing bulgogi--"
"--so good--"
"--honestly darling I nearly kissed the waiter--"
"--I'd have let you--"
"So good."
You both fall silent again. Kento nuzzles into your neck, kissing you tenderly beneath the jaw before pulling out with a groan, and lying, panting, with one arm above his mussed hair beside you.
You roll over, stroking one lazy fingertip in circles over his chest. He opens one eye, looking down at you with suspicion. You bite your lip, a sly glint in your eye.
"Kento?"
"...what?"
"...you wanna order Korean food?"
Kento's tummy rumbles. He plasters a hand over his face, swiping down with a groan.
"Don't ask stupid questions. You know I want to order Korean food."
This is the real Girlboss that you've been looking for. Stop ruining Anne Elliot and Fanny Price.
Sincerely, the Austen Fandom
Best Quotes:
“But I hate to hear you talking so like a fine gentleman, and as if women were all fine ladies, instead of rational creatures. We none of us expect to be in smooth water all our days.”
Her [Sophia Croft's] manners were open, easy, and decided, like one who had no distrust of herself, and no doubts of what to do; without any approach to coarseness, however, or any want of good humour.
The only time I ever really suffered in body or mind, the only time that I ever fancied myself unwell, or had any ideas of danger, was the winter that I passed by myself at Deal, when the Admiral (Captain Croft then) was in the North Seas. I lived in perpetual fright at that time, and had all manner of imaginary complaints from not knowing what to do with myself, or when I should hear from him next; but as long as we could be together, nothing ever ailed me, and I never met with the smallest inconvenience.
"...My dear Admiral, that post! we shall certainly take that post.”
But by coolly giving the reins a better direction herself they happily passed the danger; and by once afterwards judiciously putting out her hand they neither fell into a rut, nor ran foul of a dung-cart; and Anne, with some amusement at their style of driving, which she imagined no bad representation of the general guidance of their affairs, found herself safely deposited by them at the Cottage.
anyone notice how in the gang inflates dennis is "concerned" mac is spending too much on his dwayne johnson energy drinks? who else shares a damn joint checking account with their roommate? no nobody? i see...
As I'm drawing and reading the Odyssey, I'm where Penelope is testing Odysseus to see if it's really him, he is angered to think she moved the bed but she didn't
In my copy the bed is really detailed and as a sucker for fluff, I'm sketching an idea.
He cut the tree but let a part live, as they are quite sturdy so the canopy is a full of twigs and leaves pf the olive, in the sides and perímeter, honeysuckles and scented vines creeped around the the shoots that make the perimeter of the bed.
The cloths that are hanging were made by Penelope ( Ody doesn't know this), they are translucent as breezy as they can and around the bed, flowers and a mini garden has grown thanks to Penelope's hand.
So not only Odysseus finds the bed in it's place but also the plants, flowers and curtains that Penelope has made in all those years, filled with sweetests of scents as she has been preparing all this years. (Representing Penelope's faithfulness and love for him).
He only made the structure and the frames, but she has been the one tending it as she didn't let anyone in the palace to know.
Thinking about the bit in the Odyssey where Odysseus is told about Penelope tricking the suitors and keeping them at bay and is like "my wife is so hot and clever and cool and I love her so much for lying to people 💗💗💗"
Their entire relationship, the good, the bad & the heartbreaking, is beautiful. It's real. It's relatable. And it's something to strive for in our own relationships. Mitch & Molly are brilliant.
This finale is really just a massive tribute to my wife, who’s served as the voice and inspiration behind Molly’s entire character since the start of Forgery and who is the reason I even started drawing/writing Forgery in the first place.
I started the GWCO mini-arc right before we got married and during it we got married, both had two job changes each both large steps in our careers, and had our first anniversary. And as fiery and outright savage as she is sometimes she’s always been nothing but supportive. It warms my heart that so many people consider Molly their favorite forgery character because she’s literally just the embodiment of everything I love about my wife.
Thanks for reading!
Just a few more bonus comics and then the next major arc “Legacy” will be coming soon! ^W^
Coincidentally Nan is yelling at me now because I forgot I promised I’d drive her somewhere so I gotta go do that now! Thank you for reading! ^w^