[ It's so freaking chilly, that's the one thought that sears through Fjord's mind as he wraps his cloak around himself. Bloody eternal twilight or whatever it is, he misses the blankets of their bed and naked skin pressed up against his own; his thoughts lighten when he has a plate piled high with bacon and beans, soaking up buttery garlic sauce in bread, which is only slightly less delectable than his boyfriend.
A dribble of it slips off his beard as he eyes the bugbear flirting with Molly, rolling his eyes at the poor sap before finishing off his meal. He does smirk a little when Molly showcases the lilac shell, however, hiding his smugness in a deep draught of ale. ]
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A dribble of it slips off his beard as he eyes the bugbear flirting with Molly, rolling his eyes at the poor sap before finishing off his meal. He does smirk a little when Molly showcases the lilac shell, however, hiding his smugness in a deep draught of ale. ]