[ He's never kissed someone underwater before, not counting giving Jester air so that she could breathe. That experience is a world away from what he shares with Molly, which brims with unspoken feelings that are too hard to voice on land, easier said in the way Fjord runs his fingers through a cloud of curly purple hair and paws his way down the curve of a lovely back, bringing them in close as they tread water together. He hums and smiles, made up by the way Molly gives it his all in return; and maybe they won't have to sleep separately tonight after all, maybe some distance isn't what Molly needs.
Fjord parts their lips to grin at him, sunshine glinting in red eyes brighter than any of the reef's flowers. His heart does a funny lurch that has nothing to do with the tide.
You're beautiful, he mouths, because he can't be hit properly down here and enjoys watching Molly get flustered by direct compliments. ]
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Fjord parts their lips to grin at him, sunshine glinting in red eyes brighter than any of the reef's flowers. His heart does a funny lurch that has nothing to do with the tide.
You're beautiful, he mouths, because he can't be hit properly down here and enjoys watching Molly get flustered by direct compliments. ]