[ He meets that kiss and smiles into it, fingers stroking over the short hairs at the back of Fjord's neck. Molly had been terrified and his pulse is still weak, but this wasn't the time to deal with that. Not when his boyfriend was a mess. ]
We're going to be in a lot of fights, Fjord. You can't always protect me, so trust in me that I've got more survival chances these days. We have two of the best healers there are and I've learned a lot more tricks.
[ He kisses the bridge of a green nose. ]
Besides, you just fucked up a whole group of the people that killed you. We're all stronger.
[ Knowing and living through it are two very different things. He closes his eyes when a kiss dapples his nose, looking up with a long, bone-deep sigh. ]
I'm ... I'm going to find us more blankets, it's cold in here. Yeah. Yeah, I'll be right back. [ He has to find something to do to be useful, even if it's mundane. ] Stay here, I'll be two minutes.
[ Fjord takes around five minutes to gather up all his armour and belongings plus two extra blankets to cart back to the room, entering to find Molly snoozing. As quietly as he can he sets up his armour next to his side of the bed, then rearranges the blankets to stack on top of Molly and keep the tiefling warm, sliding in and gathering him up against his chest. The oil lamp is almost done so he lets it spill the last of its glow over the room, staring up at the ceiling as he brushes up the nape of Molly's neck and rubs his back in slow circles, more to calm himself than his lover.
He has to sleep eventually in order to regain his spell slots for the next day, but it's done reluctantly and takes an hour.
Morning comes with the birdsong of the coast filtering in through their closed window, soft sunshine pouring past dreamy white drapes. Fjord, having slept lightly (but soundly, thankfully), blinks awake to the sight of ...
Flowers.
Blooms surround their bed, growing out of the wood itself, purple and pinks and yellows, red roses curled around the headboard near Molly, white stars dotting the cacophony of colour. He closes his eyes and feels a warm breeze run through the room despite the window being securely closed, and for the first time since the docks he lets himself smile, kissing Molly on the forehead as he relaxes.
Melora let them rest last night, but she was there. ]
[ Molly doesn't move when Fjord returns to the bed, exhausted and exsanguinated in one, sleeping deeply. He was trembling a bit before he's swept up in blankets and a half-orc, and rests soundly through the night in Fjord's arms.
The morning sounds has him burying his face more into Fjord's chest, smiling at the kiss on his forehead. It smelled nice in here, his brain registers, and he pops one red eye open groggily to see the flowers.
For a moment he's really confused, but then he gets it and smiles against that green skin. ]
She loves you.
[ He says softly and a little raspy, still half-asleep. ]
[ That makes it twice in two days he's felt like crying, albeit for very different reasons. With his heart made of mush he plucks a rose from overhead (no thorns!) and tickles Molly's nose with the petals. ]
Don't tell the Moonweaver, but I think she loves you too. [ Kissing a curl-strewn forehead. ] Like I do.
He chuckles a little, but his smile is soft and enamored, a hand escaping the blanket pile to stroke through that sleep-mussed beard and then steal the rose with clever fingers to put it behind a pointed ear ].
[ Fuck, is wheezed under his breath as he laughs silently, tilting into him with a cuddle. Fjord looks like red is really not his colour but the rose is worn with unconcerned pride, his attention on tucking the blankets closer to Molly's neck. ]
Are you feeling better? You were asleep when I came back in last night. Want a longer lie-in?
I'll get us breakfast in bed and let the others know we'll be leaving in the afternoon, that way no one's in a rush. I don't think anyone will mind you gathering your strength.
[ He doesn't move yet, still running his hands over Molly and trying to chase away any lingering memories of harpoons. His hands are large enough to cover spans of the tiefling's back at a time as he thinks of new ways to distract him. ]
Hey, when we get home, do you want to move some of your things into my room? Just so you don't have to always dash back to your own. Couple of shirts, maybe.
[ The bruise has disappeared during the night because D&D injuries are weird thanks to the lingering healing magic, and it feels nice to have Fjord's hands on him. Smiling, he leans in for a soft kiss. ]
I think that might be a good idea. Maybe some emergency pants for those days we have to get up fighting.
[ Hmm. Plotting something, he gives him a more vigorous rub-down petting than before and sits up enough to dislodge Molly onto a nest of blankets and pillows, soft-faced and sweet. It's a rare sight and Fjord kisses him just because he loves that he gets to see him this way. ]
If anyone knocks the door, tell them you're under direct Paladin orders not to leave this bed. I'm going to get breakfast now. Okay?
[ Molly's easily lulled to sleep again by pets and and kisses, smiling as he leans into Fjord's warm spot. He's nicely rolled into more than one blanked, probably cooking himself in it, but it's awfully comfortable.
He dreams of dark water, though, and it is not as nice as the lovely dip it had the other day, floating in the colorful reef. ]
[ The picture Molly makes cradled in a bed of Melora's flowers is enough to have Fjord let go of some of his worries and he lays a kiss on the tiefling's brow, quietly closing the door.
An intrepid plan is put into motion once he takes a look at the dock out back, now teeming with fishermen confused as to why the jetty has sank. It looks safe enough. He finds Yasha and asks if she's willing to take a swim to find Molly's boots, the both of them heading down to the beach where he casts Underwater Breathing and watches her head into the waves, strong enough that if anything anything attacks (they feel it's unlikely in broad daylight and with Fjord ashore) she's powerful enough to return quickly. Fjord would go in himself ... but that idea doesn't fly with either of them for more than a moment.
It only takes ten minutes for Yasha to return with Molly's soaked boots, the pair of them having fallen close to where the walkway was and washed further in with the tide. As she claps him on the back and heads off to get dry, he sets Molly's shoes by the back door to do the same in the hot sunshine, then commences his search for breakfast. Meat comes in the form of a burrito, sweeter snacks of croissants and fruit on the side in classic Menagerie style, Fjord stacking a few bacon strips on the plate for good measure. He eats downstairs with Jester, both of them agreeing to leave in the afternoon to let Molly gets some rest. She says she'll tell Caleb the plan for which Fjord is grateful, not wanting to bring more inconvenience to everyone's plans than he already has. Not personally, anyway.
The tray he carries upstairs for Molly has a jug of juice, sugary-sweet to help with the blood-loss of the previous night. He sneaks into the bedroom and climbs over the hemming flowers, disturbing the mattress with his weight as he sits down beside one cosy purple bedbug.
Fjord strokes Molly's hair, coaxing him awake ... then waves a bit of bacon under his nose for good measure. ]
Wakey, wakey, rise and shine. Room service for Mister Tealeaf.
[ The flowers are still there when Fjord returns, a few of them losing their petals but otherwise a miracle in the night. Molly is curled up into a ball rather than his normal greedy sprawling, which is a sign that he's still rather cold.
The weight disturbance in the mattress has him stirring a bit, red eyes opening a sliver and the corner of his mouth quirking into a smile. The hand in his hair is so nice, and he snaps the piece of bacon from Fjord fingers. ]
Mm... so good to me.
[ He scoots a bit upward to a sitting position, refusing to get out of his blanket burrito even for an actual burrito. ]
Later, don't worry about that now. Just eat something and have a drink to wash it down.
[ He sliiides in to let Molly have the benefit of his bodyheat and slings an arm around blanketed shoulders, giving a rub. Fjord balances the tray on his own lap and offers down this and that to where Molly is recovering in a ball at his side.
Lightly, he asks, ]
Do you have any leather oil left over for your boots?
[ He leans to the half-orc, picking out some things to eat and essentially shoving that in his mouth. Molly is starving and the morsels Fjord brought were perfect.
He almost drops his burrito when the paladin suddenly asks that, putting it together quickly. He knows Fjord, and isn't sure if to laugh or reprimand him for risking things for shoes. He's grateful, though, chuckling a bit. ]
Don't tell me you went after them. You're ridiculous.
[ Said very endeared, placing a kiss on a green forehead. ]
[ What a mess this poor bed is, growing plants and littered in crumbs. He steals a bit of bacon to chew on as Molly eats. ]
Yasha did, actually, we figured she would rip the arms off anything that tried her. It was really sunny and the fishermen were already down there poking around, so she was fine.
As long as you're feeling better that's all that matters.
[ He slumps down against the pillows, the tray pulled up to balance on his middle as he remains Molly's table. Finagling a hand underneath those blankets it palms its way around to the back of a neck and settles there with a thumb running through babyfine curls.
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[ Slumping forward, he kisses him and presses their foreheads together to stay close. ]
I was so scared I'd lost you.
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[ He meets that kiss and smiles into it, fingers stroking over the short hairs at the back of Fjord's neck. Molly had been terrified and his pulse is still weak, but this wasn't the time to deal with that. Not when his boyfriend was a mess. ]
We're going to be in a lot of fights, Fjord. You can't always protect me, so trust in me that I've got more survival chances these days. We have two of the best healers there are and I've learned a lot more tricks.
[ He kisses the bridge of a green nose. ]
Besides, you just fucked up a whole group of the people that killed you. We're all stronger.
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[ Knowing and living through it are two very different things. He closes his eyes when a kiss dapples his nose, looking up with a long, bone-deep sigh. ]
I'm ... I'm going to find us more blankets, it's cold in here. Yeah. Yeah, I'll be right back. [ He has to find something to do to be useful, even if it's mundane. ] Stay here, I'll be two minutes.
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[ Cold in general, down to barely human temperature.
Molly leans over a bit to let Fjord go, pulling the blanket over himself. He'll be asleep in a minute, exhausted as he is. ]
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He has to sleep eventually in order to regain his spell slots for the next day, but it's done reluctantly and takes an hour.
Morning comes with the birdsong of the coast filtering in through their closed window, soft sunshine pouring past dreamy white drapes. Fjord, having slept lightly (but soundly, thankfully), blinks awake to the sight of ...
Flowers.
Blooms surround their bed, growing out of the wood itself, purple and pinks and yellows, red roses curled around the headboard near Molly, white stars dotting the cacophony of colour. He closes his eyes and feels a warm breeze run through the room despite the window being securely closed, and for the first time since the docks he lets himself smile, kissing Molly on the forehead as he relaxes.
Melora let them rest last night, but she was there. ]
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The morning sounds has him burying his face more into Fjord's chest, smiling at the kiss on his forehead. It smelled nice in here, his brain registers, and he pops one red eye open groggily to see the flowers.
For a moment he's really confused, but then he gets it and smiles against that green skin. ]
She loves you.
[ He says softly and a little raspy, still half-asleep. ]
Like I do.
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Don't tell the Moonweaver, but I think she loves you too. [ Kissing a curl-strewn forehead. ] Like I do.
Good morning, sunshine.
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[ Molly, why.
He chuckles a little, but his smile is soft and enamored, a hand escaping the blanket pile to stroke through that sleep-mussed beard and then steal the rose with clever fingers to put it behind a pointed ear ].
Good morning, holy man.
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Are you feeling better? You were asleep when I came back in last night. Want a longer lie-in?
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He smiles at the concerned question and the tucking, amused and soft at the same time. ]
I'm still a little dizzy, so I think I'll stay a while. Jester said I should eat a lot of meat today.
[ Molly snuggles closer, hugging Fjord. ]
Plus you're very nice and warm.
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[ He doesn't move yet, still running his hands over Molly and trying to chase away any lingering memories of harpoons. His hands are large enough to cover spans of the tiefling's back at a time as he thinks of new ways to distract him. ]
Hey, when we get home, do you want to move some of your things into my room? Just so you don't have to always dash back to your own. Couple of shirts, maybe.
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[ The bruise has disappeared during the night
because D&D injuries are weirdthanks to the lingering healing magic, and it feels nice to have Fjord's hands on him. Smiling, he leans in for a soft kiss. ]I think that might be a good idea. Maybe some emergency pants for those days we have to get up fighting.
[ He suddenly blinks, a little more awake. ]
...shit, did my boots survive?
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I'll buy you new boots before we leave, how about that?
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[ He looks a little more upset than Molly normally would be about losing something material, though. ]
I'll get something even higher, Nicodranas feels like a good place to find that.
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[ That too. Just ... brushing curls aside, gently grooming that morning bedhead. ]
We could get the new ones enchanted.
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[ He smiles, leaning into the touch like a cat seeking more pets. ]
Just make them practical and outrageous at once and I'm good.
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[ Hmm. Plotting something, he gives him a more vigorous rub-down petting than before and sits up enough to dislodge Molly onto a nest of blankets and pillows, soft-faced and sweet. It's a rare sight and Fjord kisses him just because he loves that he gets to see him this way. ]
If anyone knocks the door, tell them you're under direct Paladin orders not to leave this bed. I'm going to get breakfast now. Okay?
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[ Molly's easily lulled to sleep again by pets and and kisses, smiling as he leans into Fjord's warm spot. He's nicely rolled into more than one blanked, probably cooking himself in it, but it's awfully comfortable.
He dreams of dark water, though, and it is not as nice as the lovely dip it had the other day, floating in the colorful reef. ]
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An intrepid plan is put into motion once he takes a look at the dock out back, now teeming with fishermen confused as to why the jetty has sank. It looks safe enough. He finds Yasha and asks if she's willing to take a swim to find Molly's boots, the both of them heading down to the beach where he casts Underwater Breathing and watches her head into the waves, strong enough that if anything anything attacks (they feel it's unlikely in broad daylight and with Fjord ashore) she's powerful enough to return quickly. Fjord would go in himself ... but that idea doesn't fly with either of them for more than a moment.
It only takes ten minutes for Yasha to return with Molly's soaked boots, the pair of them having fallen close to where the walkway was and washed further in with the tide. As she claps him on the back and heads off to get dry, he sets Molly's shoes by the back door to do the same in the hot sunshine, then commences his search for breakfast. Meat comes in the form of a burrito, sweeter snacks of croissants and fruit on the side in classic Menagerie style, Fjord stacking a few bacon strips on the plate for good measure. He eats downstairs with Jester, both of them agreeing to leave in the afternoon to let Molly gets some rest. She says she'll tell Caleb the plan for which Fjord is grateful, not wanting to bring more inconvenience to everyone's plans than he already has. Not personally, anyway.
The tray he carries upstairs for Molly has a jug of juice, sugary-sweet to help with the blood-loss of the previous night. He sneaks into the bedroom and climbs over the hemming flowers, disturbing the mattress with his weight as he sits down beside one cosy purple bedbug.
Fjord strokes Molly's hair, coaxing him awake ... then waves a bit of bacon under his nose for good measure. ]
Wakey, wakey, rise and shine. Room service for Mister Tealeaf.
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The weight disturbance in the mattress has him stirring a bit, red eyes opening a sliver and the corner of his mouth quirking into a smile. The hand in his hair is so nice, and he snaps the piece of bacon from Fjord fingers. ]
Mm... so good to me.
[ He scoots a bit upward to a sitting position, refusing to get out of his blanket burrito even for an actual burrito. ]
When are we leaving, love?
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Later, don't worry about that now. Just eat something and have a drink to wash it down.
[ He sliiides in to let Molly have the benefit of his bodyheat and slings an arm around blanketed shoulders, giving a rub. Fjord balances the tray on his own lap and offers down this and that to where Molly is recovering in a ball at his side.
Lightly, he asks, ]
Do you have any leather oil left over for your boots?
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He almost drops his burrito when the paladin suddenly asks that, putting it together quickly. He knows Fjord, and isn't sure if to laugh or reprimand him for risking things for shoes. He's grateful, though, chuckling a bit. ]
Don't tell me you went after them. You're ridiculous.
[ Said very endeared, placing a kiss on a green forehead. ]
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Yasha did, actually, we figured she would rip the arms off anything that tried her. It was really sunny and the fishermen were already down there poking around, so she was fine.
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[ Like he doesn't do that a hundred times a day already.
Molly keeps eating slowly, happy to have a drink as well. He's a bit dehydrated after that, after all, and the sugar is helpful. ]
Thank you, Fjord.
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[ He slumps down against the pillows, the tray pulled up to balance on his middle as he remains Molly's table. Finagling a hand underneath those blankets it palms its way around to the back of a neck and settles there with a thumb running through babyfine curls.
Tiny green nap for himself ... ]
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