[ Fjord hangs back as they head up the beach and it is, shamelessly after their private moment under the surface, all in order to watch Molly. He only tears his gaze away when Beau asks what kind of a fucking idiot he was to go swimming in his pants and he rolls his eyes, dragged into banter as he falls into step with them up the beach. If they head back now they can get a good table for Marion's performance, which is honestly low on Fjord's list of priorities after what Molly said back in the sea ... but! It's Marion and she's lovely, so. Also he's hungry, better get that fixed too.
As everyone gets their shit together, he holds out a hand for Molly once they're both reasonably dressed. He waits for Molly to meet his eyes, a soft look in them reserved just for him, remembering the I want you. It's dangerously sappy.
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As everyone gets their shit together, he holds out a hand for Molly once they're both reasonably dressed. He waits for Molly to meet his eyes, a soft look in them reserved just for him, remembering the I want you. It's dangerously sappy.
Fjord doesn't care. ]
With me, violet.