[ He quite clearly is trying not to laugh as Molly poses for him, shaking his head at the display. Two fingers walk their way up that cleavage as he puts on his thinking face. ]
The very best ... and now you'll never see the Chateau again! You're mine!
[ Those would be comically amorous kisses all down Molly's front as Fjord wraps his arms around and sinks him enough to have his own head underwater, sweeping him around with a swoosh that creates waves over the bath's edge. ]
Gasp! Are you stealing me away from my work! Sweeping me off my fee- ahaha!
[ He laughs at the kisses and Fjord plopping under the surface, like he's some kind of siren with his prey. Then he's swooshed around and the laughter turns up to hysterical as he's splashing everywhere.
[ When he raises his head he does so with a flourish that flicks his hair back, grinning into Molly's space for a low, giggly kiss. ]
Claimed by the sea, buried in a bath ... !
[ A knocking at the door is the only thing that can distract him, immediately swirling them around on the spot in his surprise to cover Molly. Not that he needs to, it just ... feels natural. They're naked!
[ Molly pouts at the interruption, but he's endeared by the half-orc's need to 'cover' him. like he's not naked on a near-daily basis. ]
Yeah. Let's get out, wash up and get going.
[ There were a few buckets to rinse off with, but he imagines the water is probably cold. One ridiculous sigh later, and Molly wades off to the stairs and gets out of the bath. Hips swaying just to be a dick. ]
[ One large stretch later he dunks under the water just to get in one last swoop through the all-encompassing heat. He's treated to the sight of Molly walking away, naked and scratched up across the backs of his ass and thighs: Fjord has a little bit of a swagger as he passes him by, lightly swatting those pink-lined cheeks.
Gotta get dressed though, no time for retribution!! Not if he dances out of the way, at least. ]
[ Molly jumps at the swat, laughing and trying to get one in with his tail before he rinses off and heads for the changing room. Drying off with a super-soft towel is a luxury in itself, and he sighs at the feeling of fluffy cotton against his heated skin.
Once mostly dry, he starts slipping on his leggings (hard) and his shirt (easier) and pulls back his curls from his face to artfully slick them behind his horns.
He grins at Fjord and steals another kiss as they finish up. ]
[ Fjord has a much easier time getting dressed, not having to squeeze himself into skintight pants. He hovers by the exit and enjoys that stolen kiss all the way out into the corridor of the main foyer, the two of them radiating I Just Had Sex energy to the degree that no one at the front desk seems surprised to see them in such a good mood. Fjord reaches into his pouch of money and tips the manager three gold, more than the bath would have cost, and any impending talks the staff might have wanted to have about cleaning bills is abruptly dead in the water (hah).
Outside the sun is shining and morning is in full swing, hawkers on their way to the main market and streets full of colourful people, none of which are are beautiful as the red-eyed brat at his side. ]
[ Molly leaves a tip specifically fro the cleaning crew and then exits with Fjord, renewed and ready to start the day... even if it was a little later than usual, even for him.
He loves the feeling on the sun on his skin, brightening up into a smile like he's blooming. The weather's great, there's a new city to explore and Fjord just mentioned food. ]
[ He follows his nose to a fishy scent until a cart is tracked down selling fusaka fish on sticks, cutlets smothered in spice and fried in oil with a crispy golden exterior. He buys two, one for each of them, and offers Molly his arm again on their leisurely stroll back to the Chateau, sunshine blaring brightly over the bustling crowds.
Even through the crush, he leans over and gives Molly's neck a sniff with a smirk. ]
[ It's quite a fun food idea, things on sticks, and the fried fish is delicious. Trying new things is the motto of Molly's, and he's loving it. Walking with Fjord and munching on the food, he smiles softly as the half-orc leans in to give a sniff. ]
Mm. I love it. I feel like a new person, all clean and smelling wonderfully.
[ Before they reach the Chateau, he disposes of the stick in a trash bin and then strides inside with Fjord. The girls are already waiting, Beau frowning a bit as they enter, while Jester smiles brightly and Yasha looks a little relieved. (Veth glares and comments that they were late.)
Molly turns and gives Fjord a kiss before he saunters over to hug yasha and then start planning which shops to visit. ]
[ Beau gets an unrepentant smile for that frown, to which a silent conversation is had between their eyebrows that leaves her snorting. Fjord accepts the kiss from Molly before wishing them all a fun time and heading upstairs to find Caduceus, pleased by the bright smile his offer brings when he asks if he can join him about town. By all accounts the day passes in a blur of activity, the wildbros returning in the late afternoon with two bags of plants for Caduceus to adorn Marion's balcony with.
Fjord does his rounds of the other rooms to see if anyone is back, a box of doughnuts with him. ]
[ Molly has a lovely day of shopping, sightseeing and squabbling with the girls, getting some errands done and even bothering Caleb and Yussa with lunch they bought for them. They have all returned when the wildbros come back; Beau and Jester are in their room (and Jester immediately makes grabby hands for the doughnuts), while Veth is hanging out with her family again. That leaves the circus kids, Molly draped in Yasha's lap in Marion's sitting room.
He smiles brightly as he sees Fjord, waving from his barbarian throne. The shell on his horn has changed, now more securely attached with actual chain and rings, and a bead of green sea glass added just before the hanging purple shell - which seems to have gotten a coating of something to make it less brittle and more shiny.
The tiefling also has a new outfit - something more traditionally Menagerie-an but with a Molly flair. A very low-cut shirt with billowing silk sleeves in shimmering colors, a pair of pants with slits almost all they way up the sides and a belt that definitely would make a jingling sound if he stands up. ]
Welcome back! Did you have a nice time with Wildmom?
We had a lovely day at the plant nurseries, yes. Look at you, you're practically a fancy southerner now.
[ Doughnuts are distributed via Jester as she sweeps the entire box from him and starts designating flavours. Fjord leans down to play with that dangling shell, now bejewelled and chained, to Molly's horn, delivering a peck of a kiss. He takes a seat on the empty chaise longue, hooking an arm over the side of it and stretching out with a groan to be off his feet; how Caduceus is still up and now gardening on Marion's balcony is beyond him. The sun has baked his biceps a slightly darker green when he itches a shoulder. ]
There are nurseries for plants? That sounds weirdly adorable. [ He grins, just being a shit while Yasha actually looks interested. ] Did you change the seed diapers?
[ Molly is given a doughnut and he smiles as a thank you, lazily breaking of a piece to munch on. ]
Do you like it? The store didn't want to let me leave without it. It was like it was meant for me.
[ It seems like he's a little more at ease with showing the scar left from his death, if the low-cut shirt is any indicator. Maybe someone's reassurance has worked with making him feel a little better about his chest - although he's still interested in tattooing it. ]
[ With one eye closed as he yawns, he kicks a floor cushion over at Molly by way of a reply for his sass. ]
Yasha, if you want to see the nurseries tomorrow Caduceus wants to go back again. They have a lot of flowers in bloom already.
[ Arms on the back of the couch, Fjord lets his gaze rove Molly's new look and he isn't shy about it, not even when Jester giggles. ]
You look very nice. Very seasonal. [ Noticing that scar on view, he doesn't comment. Just makes it sound to other ears like he thinks Molly is awfully summery. ] I'm surprised you don't have a full-on sun-shaped headdress.
[ Molly catches the cushion with his own foot and flips it up to take, shoving it behind himself for extra comfort while Yasha rolls her eyes and instead nods at Fjord - she would like that.
Meanwhile, the tiefling has no problem showing his best side (they're all his best sides) for Fjord in his new outfit, red eyes full of amusement and happiness in one. The gaze softens a bit at the comment of being seasonal, and then he laughs at the sun headdress idea. ]
Oh, I knew I was missing something! Dang, I better go back to the stores tomorrow to find that.
[ We could make you one! Jester says excitedly, the look on her face definitely telling she's already planning a crafting party. ]
[ Whenever he catches Molly's eye he pats the open space beside him, having let him lounge alone for approximately five whole minutes. Fjord is tired, hungry, and misses the weight of the tiefling at his side. It's amazing how quickly he's grown used to it in just a week's time. ]
You know what I'd absolutely love, Jessie? [ Pausing for dramatic effect, ] A beach barbecue. We could have it out the back in the Chateau courtyard, that way your mother could hang out in the shade downstairs while we all cook dinner under the stars.
[ At the offer, he slides off Yasha and gives her a peck on the forehead before he drapes himself over Fjord instead... like the oversized cat he is. His tail curls and uncurls against the half-orc's leg and he looks quite content with his new kingdom.
Jester is excited at once at the idea and immediately starts planning and running off to tell her mother. Molly also looks interested at the promise of barbecue and evening beach sun. ]
Well, honey, [ partially laying it on thick because he can, also because it makes Yasha's smile widen, ] I think we could all do with a nice home-made meal and it would be lovely to have Marion here for it.
[ Throwing their hostess a winning smile that she sends a grateful nod to. ]
And also, [ lowering his voice so only Molly can hear him as he kisses the base of a horn, ] I want to feed you up with good food and then fuck you in a conveniently close bed, the softest around. For hours.
[ Molly chuckles at the 'honey', even if there's a little flush of darker purple for a second. He fully supports this nice idea, smiling at the excited Jester and then leaning into a kiss.
What Fjord says makes him laugh in joy, gently tugging on an ear for a better kiss. ]
[ Hard to miss that blush when they're so close. Hmm ... ]
Good.
[ He refrains from another I love you, one being enough to pile on Molly and leave unreturned for the day. He doesn't blame him for holding off saying it, just ... why bother rubbing in something with potential drama? Fjord kisses him on the cheek and listens to Jester as she bursts back into the room with a plan for the barbecue.
Which goes off without a hitch that very evening, if you discount Caleb intently cooking sausages for exactly twelve minutes and thirty seconds each before letting anyone have a hotdog. The enclosed courtyard at the back of the Chateau makes for a cosy patio where the Nein set up Marion in a blanketed chair and the grill is, after much argument, built on the stone ground instead of the grass ("Beau, you're going to set the entire fucking yard alight if you keep jabbing the coals") with Caleb taking over management of the meat side ("so that none of us are accidentally poisoned by undercooked swine, I will keep an eye on the fire") and Caduceus the vegetarian options, keeping his own eye on their wizard. The night sky is littered with stars beyond the canopy of the porch, the moon and neighbourhood lanterns shining down on Beau and Yasha stargazing, Veth and her family enjoying a picnic supplied routinely by Caleb, while Fjord sits on the steps with his beer and enjoys a bit of both sides of the barbecue to make both chefs happy. Jester naps with her mother, cuddled up.
Mollymauk ... has briefly vanished from view when Fjord glances around. ]
[ The tiefling has been his usual self tonight, talking, joking and being a bit of an ass with his friends. Without the need to force it, and without having to put on a mask. He just is. He's not sure if it has to do with his new bond with Fjord, the fact that he's actually happy ot both, but it's removed some of the heaviness from his heart.
This get-together works wonders, as well. The food is great, the company better and he's a little buzzed from both ale and how good he feels. Full of food, drink and love from this family of theirs.
He can be seen further away on the Chateau's small dock, feet in the gently lapping waves and admiring how large the moon looks over the sea. When Fjord glances around, he gives a little wave to the half-orc and a come-hither flick of his tail. ]
Taking his drink along, Fjord heads out the courtyard and down the steps to the jetty, the warm night air illuminated by lanterns lit here and there along the wooden walkway. The sea laps dark and slow around Molly's ankles, hushing the space around them so that the noise of the little party up the bank is muffled. ]
Absolute mad lad tonight, aren't you? Pilfering stones at will, running away under the moon ...
[ He scoots closer to lean an arm behind him, stealing one of those stones for himself. It's slightly flatter than the rest so he squints, takes aim, and skims it across the waves. Plip, plip, plip, plop! ]
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The very best ... and now you'll never see the Chateau again! You're mine!
[ Those would be comically amorous kisses all down Molly's front as Fjord wraps his arms around and sinks him enough to have his own head underwater, sweeping him around with a swoosh that creates waves over the bath's edge. ]
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[ He laughs at the kisses and Fjord plopping under the surface, like he's some kind of siren with his prey. Then he's swooshed around and the laughter turns up to hysterical as he's splashing everywhere.
Children. ]
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Claimed by the sea, buried in a bath ... !
[ A knocking at the door is the only thing that can distract him, immediately swirling them around on the spot in his surprise to cover Molly. Not that he needs to, it just ... feels natural. They're naked!
Fjord sighs. ]
I suppose we'd better get a move on.
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Yeah. Let's get out, wash up and get going.
[ There were a few buckets to rinse off with, but he imagines the water is probably cold. One ridiculous sigh later, and Molly wades off to the stairs and gets out of the bath. Hips swaying just to be a dick. ]
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[ One large stretch later he dunks under the water just to get in one last swoop through the all-encompassing heat. He's treated to the sight of Molly walking away, naked and scratched up across the backs of his ass and thighs: Fjord has a little bit of a swagger as he passes him by, lightly swatting those pink-lined cheeks.
Gotta get dressed though, no time for retribution!! Not if he dances out of the way, at least. ]
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Once mostly dry, he starts slipping on his leggings (hard) and his shirt (easier) and pulls back his curls from his face to artfully slick them behind his horns.
He grins at Fjord and steals another kiss as they finish up. ]
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Outside the sun is shining and morning is in full swing, hawkers on their way to the main market and streets full of colourful people, none of which are are beautiful as the red-eyed brat at his side. ]
Hungry on the way back?
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He loves the feeling on the sun on his skin, brightening up into a smile like he's blooming. The weather's great, there's a new city to explore and Fjord just mentioned food. ]
Is there anything on a stick I should try?
[ You know, portable brunch. ]
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[ He follows his nose to a fishy scent until a cart is tracked down selling fusaka fish on sticks, cutlets smothered in spice and fried in oil with a crispy golden exterior. He buys two, one for each of them, and offers Molly his arm again on their leisurely stroll back to the Chateau, sunshine blaring brightly over the bustling crowds.
Even through the crush, he leans over and gives Molly's neck a sniff with a smirk. ]
You still smell like vanilla.
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Mm. I love it. I feel like a new person, all clean and smelling wonderfully.
[ Before they reach the Chateau, he disposes of the stick in a trash bin and then strides inside with Fjord. The girls are already waiting, Beau frowning a bit as they enter, while Jester smiles brightly and Yasha looks a little relieved. (Veth glares and comments that they were late.)
Molly turns and gives Fjord a kiss before he saunters over to hug yasha and then start planning which shops to visit. ]
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Fjord does his rounds of the other rooms to see if anyone is back, a box of doughnuts with him. ]
Ho, anyone home yet?
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He smiles brightly as he sees Fjord, waving from his barbarian throne. The shell on his horn has changed, now more securely attached with actual chain and rings, and a bead of green sea glass added just before the hanging purple shell - which seems to have gotten a coating of something to make it less brittle and more shiny.
The tiefling also has a new outfit - something more traditionally Menagerie-an but with a Molly flair. A very low-cut shirt with billowing silk sleeves in shimmering colors, a pair of pants with slits almost all they way up the sides and a belt that definitely would make a jingling sound if he stands up. ]
Welcome back! Did you have a nice time with Wildmom?
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[ Doughnuts are distributed via Jester as she sweeps the entire box from him and starts designating flavours. Fjord leans down to play with that dangling shell, now bejewelled and chained, to Molly's horn, delivering a peck of a kiss. He takes a seat on the empty chaise longue, hooking an arm over the side of it and stretching out with a groan to be off his feet; how Caduceus is still up and now gardening on Marion's balcony is beyond him. The sun has baked his biceps a slightly darker green when he itches a shoulder. ]
What did you guys get up to?
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[ Molly is given a doughnut and he smiles as a thank you, lazily breaking of a piece to munch on. ]
Do you like it? The store didn't want to let me leave without it. It was like it was meant for me.
[ It seems like he's a little more at ease with showing the scar left from his death, if the low-cut shirt is any indicator. Maybe someone's reassurance has worked with making him feel a little better about his chest - although he's still interested in tattooing it. ]
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Yasha, if you want to see the nurseries tomorrow Caduceus wants to go back again. They have a lot of flowers in bloom already.
[ Arms on the back of the couch, Fjord lets his gaze rove Molly's new look and he isn't shy about it, not even when Jester giggles. ]
You look very nice. Very seasonal. [ Noticing that scar on view, he doesn't comment. Just makes it sound to other ears like he thinks Molly is awfully summery. ] I'm surprised you don't have a full-on sun-shaped headdress.
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Meanwhile, the tiefling has no problem showing his best side (they're all his best sides) for Fjord in his new outfit, red eyes full of amusement and happiness in one. The gaze softens a bit at the comment of being seasonal, and then he laughs at the sun headdress idea. ]
Oh, I knew I was missing something! Dang, I better go back to the stores tomorrow to find that.
[ We could make you one! Jester says excitedly, the look on her face definitely telling she's already planning a crafting party. ]
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You know what I'd absolutely love, Jessie? [ Pausing for dramatic effect, ] A beach barbecue. We could have it out the back in the Chateau courtyard, that way your mother could hang out in the shade downstairs while we all cook dinner under the stars.
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Jester is excited at once at the idea and immediately starts planning and running off to tell her mother. Molly also looks interested at the promise of barbecue and evening beach sun. ]
You have such good ideas, darling.
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[ Throwing their hostess a winning smile that she sends a grateful nod to. ]
And also, [ lowering his voice so only Molly can hear him as he kisses the base of a horn, ] I want to feed you up with good food and then fuck you in a conveniently close bed, the softest around. For hours.
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What Fjord says makes him laugh in joy, gently tugging on an ear for a better kiss. ]
You're insatiable and I love it.
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Good.
[ He refrains from another I love you, one being enough to pile on Molly and leave unreturned for the day. He doesn't blame him for holding off saying it, just ... why bother rubbing in something with potential drama? Fjord kisses him on the cheek and listens to Jester as she bursts back into the room with a plan for the barbecue.
Which goes off without a hitch that very evening, if you discount Caleb intently cooking sausages for exactly twelve minutes and thirty seconds each before letting anyone have a hotdog. The enclosed courtyard at the back of the Chateau makes for a cosy patio where the Nein set up Marion in a blanketed chair and the grill is, after much argument, built on the stone ground instead of the grass ("Beau, you're going to set the entire fucking yard alight if you keep jabbing the coals") with Caleb taking over management of the meat side ("so that none of us are accidentally poisoned by undercooked swine, I will keep an eye on the fire") and Caduceus the vegetarian options, keeping his own eye on their wizard. The night sky is littered with stars beyond the canopy of the porch, the moon and neighbourhood lanterns shining down on Beau and Yasha stargazing, Veth and her family enjoying a picnic supplied routinely by Caleb, while Fjord sits on the steps with his beer and enjoys a bit of both sides of the barbecue to make both chefs happy. Jester naps with her mother, cuddled up.
Mollymauk ... has briefly vanished from view when Fjord glances around. ]
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This get-together works wonders, as well. The food is great, the company better and he's a little buzzed from both ale and how good he feels. Full of food, drink and love from this family of theirs.
He can be seen further away on the Chateau's small dock, feet in the gently lapping waves and admiring how large the moon looks over the sea. When Fjord glances around, he gives a little wave to the half-orc and a come-hither flick of his tail. ]
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Taking his drink along, Fjord heads out the courtyard and down the steps to the jetty, the warm night air illuminated by lanterns lit here and there along the wooden walkway. The sea laps dark and slow around Molly's ankles, hushing the space around them so that the noise of the little party up the bank is muffled. ]
Waiting for a merrow to steal you away from us?
[ He drops down on his butt, legs curled under. ]
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I'd feel sorry for the merrow, to try to move me right now. I ate far too much.
[ He chuckles and tosses another small pebble in the water. It seems he's collected a bunch of them and is spending chillout time in a new way. ]
I wanted to put my feet in the water, and then I found these rocks and it sounded like a great idea at the time. [ Shrug. He's a little buzzed. ]
Then I saw the moon and it just seemed right to stay a while.
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[ Poking Molly's belly, aww. He's cute. ]
Absolute mad lad tonight, aren't you? Pilfering stones at will, running away under the moon ...
[ He scoots closer to lean an arm behind him, stealing one of those stones for himself. It's slightly flatter than the rest so he squints, takes aim, and skims it across the waves. Plip, plip, plip, plop! ]
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