[ Forced to pay for the honour of having Molly grace his bed, Fjord sets soft kisses in the tiefling's hair as he pulls the blankets up around them. He hears a memory from outside a cart, a sickening sound of steel on flesh, someone spitting, then the heavy whumph of a body; he nuzzles a crown of curls in direct contrast to the horrid thoughts, drawing circles on a tattooed back under the blankets as if he's a wizard marking out a protective spell. Do no harm here. He'll never let a fight come to that again, because next time he'll damn well be able to help.
His voice is a murmur in the dying candlelight once a few peaceful minutes have passed with Molly in his arms, alive and well and very fuckable. Very ... touchable. Molly is safe and that's all Fjord wants, to hold him like this every night. Something about the disturbing idea of losing him without warning all over again makes him brave. ]
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[ Forced to pay for the honour of having Molly grace his bed, Fjord sets soft kisses in the tiefling's hair as he pulls the blankets up around them. He hears a memory from outside a cart, a sickening sound of steel on flesh, someone spitting, then the heavy whumph of a body; he nuzzles a crown of curls in direct contrast to the horrid thoughts, drawing circles on a tattooed back under the blankets as if he's a wizard marking out a protective spell. Do no harm here. He'll never let a fight come to that again, because next time he'll damn well be able to help.
His voice is a murmur in the dying candlelight once a few peaceful minutes have passed with Molly in his arms, alive and well and very fuckable. Very ... touchable. Molly is safe and that's all Fjord wants, to hold him like this every night. Something about the disturbing idea of losing him without warning all over again makes him brave. ]
I think I'm falling in love with you.