It was a fairly nice night after the evening's show, and many of the circus were sitting outside their wagons and vardos, looking at the fall sky with all its stars and the crisp, shining moon.
Molly is weaving through the gathered group, holding a wine bottle and a little package in his hands. He still manages to ruffle Toya's hair as he passes by thanks to his tail, and then unceremoniously drapes himself over Yasha with a content sigh.
"Hello, darling. It's good to see you back," he says with a smile and gives her temple a chaste kiss. "Wine? It looks fairly decent."
[ It's late. He only knows because of the clock on the wall, the permanent twilight of the city making it impossible to sleep when one hour looks exactly like the rest. The girls only stopped whispering an hour ago and now Beau is snoring loudly enough that it's a wonder even Caduceus in his tower can catch a wink of sleep, so Fjord abandons his pretence of trying to relax and heads downstairs, letting his feet carry him. Maybe he'll pass out once he's eaten something and has a food coma, he always gets sleepy after dinner ... it could work now, at two in the morning. Sure.
His stealth is off the charts as he navigates his way through the upstairs corridor and down the stairs, briefly treated to carpeting under his bare feet in the atrium before he creeps through the dim dining room and heads into the kitchen. The door always sticks so he's extra careful not to make it squeak, letting it lean-to once inside. He's fairly certain they have some apple-stuffed sausages in the cooling cupboard that Caleb set up, suddenly ravenous at the thought.
With his darkvision staring ahead to navigate, he misses sight of the rope-like object on the floor and stands on it with his full weight. ]
[ The little clay bells by the door chime as a new customer enters the store, and there's a deep breath from him as the scents of the array of flowers meets his nose and the blessing of the carefully calibrated AC washes the heat from outside away.
The lavender tiefling looks around curiously, putting his phone back into his obnoxiously bright holo backpack and leaning over to smile at a succulent in a quirky pot. (He's grabbing that for Yasha later.) He wears tight black jeans and a far too colorful shirt- it would almost blend in with the background of flowers thanks to the many patterns on it, if it wasn't for the bright red eyes that are revealed when he pushes his sunglasses up by his horns.
It was a cute place, Molly thinks to himself as he makes his way over to the empty counter. A lot bigger than he thought, too - he really needed some business cards or something if they proved to be good. Support your local businesses and all that. ]
Hello?
[ He asks, a little amused to see everything so pretty and green yet seemingly nobody here. Like one of those less gritty post-apocalyptic sceneries.
...hopefully he didn't miss a 'back soon' sign or something. ]
[ The next weeks of having a boyfriend are honestly the best of Molly's life. They rolled into eachother's (mostly shared) friend groups and started hanging out for parties, drinking and movie nights together -where everyone joked and smiled and were cool with it (Beau's teasing and Nott's comments aside) that it all just flowed into normalcy. Molly wasn't as stressed any more about how this relationship thing worked, instead letting it just... work. (Even if he became a needy bitch when he couldn't see Fjord in a few days, and Yasha had to take his phone away so he didn't send a million messages while the poor man was working.)
Some of the new, rather unexpected issues instead came with his own job. Sure, he still put out a lot of sexy pictures, but his video content had gone down for a while because he just couldn't get off any more on normal toys. Finally Molly gave in and bought a half-orc toy, special-ordered in Fjord's nice green gradient and fuck. It worked like a charm and he had to call up Fjord to tell him that his dick had ruined him while laughing.
Jokes aside, it was not the only toy in his more hardcore videos, and people started to pick up on that fairly quickly. Of course there were questions, but Molly was a little evasive since he didn't want to exclude any of his followers. The point of a lot of it was making them imagine being the ones with him, after all.
Then he got a few really nasty ones that honestly surprised him. His followers were horny perverts as times, but this was different. It honestly seemed personal... and then it became personal when it mentioned him having a half-orc boyfriend.
Someone saw him with Fjord. Not something he'd care about normally, but this was creepy territory. If they found out his identity, there could be even creepier shit.
Next time he visits, Molly takes the messages with him. ]
[ Molly's always hard to get out of bed in the mornings when the Nein had nice beds to sleep in, so of course he barely stirs as Beau hollers for Fjord to get up and leave their warm, soft mattress in the Xhorhaus. Instead he just rolls into the warm spot with a content purr as his boyfriend is dragged off for morning training.
When Fjord eventually returns, Molly has mostly kicked off his blanket, one hand flopped by the pillow and the other between his breasts like he's hugging himself a bit - probably a little 'cold' without the blanket, despite being a living furnace.
His tail is curled around his own leg since it doesn't have Fjord's to attach to like an overly friendly octopus. The leg that isn't trapped is slightly bent, like he wants to sprawl but didn't have the full energy to do so. It puts him on really good display, a welcoming and colorful sight of rosy pink inside lavender and lightly framed by well-trimmed plum. ]
[ Hands on hips as he peers into the open-ended tent he calls his own, his expression wipes in surprise as he notices that the figure inside is actually naked, and yes, that is a purple dick his eyes zone in on. ]
Not that this isn't a pleasant surprise.
[ He glances back down the beach to where the bonfire party is still raging on, far enough away that he can't see which figures are who. Fjord's tent is lit by a dim lamp that limns Molly's legs and arms in golden light, drawing his focus back to the tiefling who has made himself at home. ]
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Molly is weaving through the gathered group, holding a wine bottle and a little package in his hands. He still manages to ruffle Toya's hair as he passes by thanks to his tail, and then unceremoniously drapes himself over Yasha with a content sigh.
"Hello, darling. It's good to see you back," he says with a smile and gives her temple a chaste kiss. "Wine? It looks fairly decent."
sorry for bein so slow!
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The lavender tiefling looks around curiously, putting his phone back into his obnoxiously bright holo backpack and leaning over to smile at a succulent in a quirky pot. (He's grabbing that for Yasha later.) He wears tight black jeans and a far too colorful shirt- it would almost blend in with the background of flowers thanks to the many patterns on it, if it wasn't for the bright red eyes that are revealed when he pushes his sunglasses up by his horns.
It was a cute place, Molly thinks to himself as he makes his way over to the empty counter. A lot bigger than he thought, too - he really needed some business cards or something if they proved to be good. Support your local businesses and all that. ]
Hello?
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Some of the new, rather unexpected issues instead came with his own job. Sure, he still put out a lot of sexy pictures, but his video content had gone down for a while because he just couldn't get off any more on normal toys. Finally Molly gave in and bought a half-orc toy, special-ordered in Fjord's nice green gradient and fuck. It worked like a charm and he had to call up Fjord to tell him that his dick had ruined him while laughing.
Jokes aside, it was not the only toy in his more hardcore videos, and people started to pick up on that fairly quickly. Of course there were questions, but Molly was a little evasive since he didn't want to exclude any of his followers. The point of a lot of it was making them imagine being the ones with him, after all.
Then he got a few really nasty ones that honestly surprised him. His followers were horny perverts as times, but this was different. It honestly seemed personal... and then it became personal when it mentioned him having a half-orc boyfriend.
Someone saw him with Fjord. Not something he'd care about normally, but this was creepy territory. If they found out his identity, there could be even creepier shit.
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When Fjord eventually returns, Molly has mostly kicked off his blanket, one hand flopped by the pillow and the other between his breasts like he's hugging himself a bit - probably a little 'cold' without the blanket, despite being a living furnace.
His tail is curled around his own leg since it doesn't have Fjord's to attach to like an overly friendly octopus. The leg that isn't trapped is slightly bent, like he wants to sprawl but didn't have the full energy to do so. It puts him on really good display, a welcoming and colorful sight of rosy pink inside lavender and lightly framed by well-trimmed plum. ]
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[ Hands on hips as he peers into the open-ended tent he calls his own, his expression wipes in surprise as he notices that the figure inside is actually naked, and yes, that is a purple dick his eyes zone in on. ]
Not that this isn't a pleasant surprise.
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