[ Molly lets Fjord's touch float him closer, 'anchoring' himself to the half-orc with his tail so that he can kiss him again. It feels like they're floating (which technically they are) and there's so much said in the way Fjord's fingers move over his back - warm against the slight chill of the ocean. Gently, trusting just after being shits to eachother.
He smiles back as their lips are parted, and oh, fuck - there it is again, something warm in his chest that has nothing to do with desire. He really had to talk to Yasha about this.
Red eyes illuminated by the glowing earring take in the words Fjord mouths to him and Molly leans his forehead against a green chest in the useless attempt to hide the slightly purple color on his cheeks. Many, many people has called him beautiful in many ways, but not like this. Not down in the ocean, obviously, but also not so sincerely said by a friend he cares about a little too much.
I want you, he mouths back, and maybe he means that in more ways than one. ]
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He smiles back as their lips are parted, and oh, fuck - there it is again, something warm in his chest that has nothing to do with desire. He really had to talk to Yasha about this.
Red eyes illuminated by the glowing earring take in the words Fjord mouths to him and Molly leans his forehead against a green chest in the useless attempt to hide the slightly purple color on his cheeks. Many, many people has called him beautiful in many ways, but not like this. Not down in the ocean, obviously, but also not so sincerely said by a friend he cares about a little too much.
I want you, he mouths back, and maybe he means that in more ways than one. ]