[ Everything was all so lovely until — ]
Hn —?! Argh!
[ Fjord is startled awake by pain and he reacts on instinct, bleary-eyed so he can't see clearly as he lashes out for the throat of his attacker and throws all his weight into shoving them sideways into the bed, bearing over them with a yell, panting harshly.
Too many rude awakenings in the past. ]
Hn —?! Argh!
[ Fjord is startled awake by pain and he reacts on instinct, bleary-eyed so he can't see clearly as he lashes out for the throat of his attacker and throws all his weight into shoving them sideways into the bed, bearing over them with a yell, panting harshly.
Too many rude awakenings in the past. ]
M-Molly?
[ He wakes up properly with the tiefling pinned by his forearm across the throat and hastily drops backward, a foot bracing on the floor to stop him falling off the bed in surprise. He looks around the room to check no one else is present, the tension in his shoulders easing with a shaky sigh. ]
What are you doing?
[ He wakes up properly with the tiefling pinned by his forearm across the throat and hastily drops backward, a foot bracing on the floor to stop him falling off the bed in surprise. He looks around the room to check no one else is present, the tension in his shoulders easing with a shaky sigh. ]
What are you doing?
When I woke up with a monster stabbing me awake in my own bed.
[ And every other time Uk'otoa has made him awaken with some form of agony, it built up into a reasonable fear. His hand pats Molly's on his shoulder, trying to find the right words. ]
I don't like the pain. It always hurts ... when he's involved.
[ And every other time Uk'otoa has made him awaken with some form of agony, it built up into a reasonable fear. His hand pats Molly's on his shoulder, trying to find the right words. ]
I don't like the pain. It always hurts ... when he's involved.
[ It feels so ... nice. He's never had anything like this before, not with someone who wanted him for who he is. The kisses settle something light and happy in his chest. ]
We can spar, just let me get dressed properly first. Your sticks are a little sharper than I'd like to feel without my armour.
[ But first: more kisses as he slides a hand into Molly's hair, a little moony over getting to be freely affectionate. ]
We can spar, just let me get dressed properly first. Your sticks are a little sharper than I'd like to feel without my armour.
[ But first: more kisses as he slides a hand into Molly's hair, a little moony over getting to be freely affectionate. ]
[ Catches on quick and is keen to prove it. He turns to kiss Molly thoroughly with a hungry groan, kneading that weak spot over and over as he leans into him, fancy fresh clothes and all. ]
Did you want to spar downstairs in the courtyard or right here?
Did you want to spar downstairs in the courtyard or right here?
[ Fjord spends a moment toying with Molly, running a hand up a striped thigh to give a squeeze ... Then he leans away and gives him a playful push back to the bed, getting to his feet.
Hands on cocked hips, he smiles down. ]
Fighting and fucking, in that order. Just as you please, Molly.
Hands on cocked hips, he smiles down. ]
Fighting and fucking, in that order. Just as you please, Molly.
[ Without Molly around Fjord gets a lot done in a short amount of time, carrying his cloak with him to dump over a chair downstairs for whenever the party leaves. He finds Molly outside and his smile kicks up a notch, circling him at a stroll. ]
Since you're so eager to touch me one way or another, you can go first.
[ Flirting to try and throw him off. ]
Since you're so eager to touch me one way or another, you can go first.
[ Flirting to try and throw him off. ]
[ His sword is summoned with a flash of snow, gleaming with blue light along its former cracks. Fjord shakes his head at Molly, tsking as he parries the first blow. ]
No spells, just swords? We have to go out later, remember.
No spells, just swords? We have to go out later, remember.
Edited 2020-04-22 18:53 (UTC)
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