devilstongue | Open RP Post

[ He doesn't know the place but is happy to go exploring if Molly says it's worth the trip, it's a better way of spending the morning instead of waiting for Caleb to check in with Essek. ]

Sounds like fun.

[ Molly settles on his chest and Fjord takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly as he lets his eyes flutter closed. There's soft hair his fingers are running through and the weight of his lover whole at his side, both of them inside the walls of a house (and home by now) that he trusts to keep them safe. It's ... a good feeling, after recent events. The only feeling he wants from now on and will jealously fight to keep.

He drops butterfly kisses over a soft hairline, yawning contentedly so his words turn into a sigh. ]

I love you, Molls.

[ Yeah, Molly isn't that interested in watching wizards awkwardly dance around each other when he can take Fjord with him somewhere nice. Let them figure that chemistry on their own.

He makes himself comfortable and closes his eyes, happy and relaxed here with Fjord. His hair is being gently petted and Molly feels like the most spoiled person in the world next to this man. He can hear the half-orc's pulse, horns tipped just enough to not dig into anything and metal tip-protectors saving that green skin from scratches.

There's a small, soft smile as he hears those words, and his tail curls around a thigh. ]

I love you too, Fjord.

[ There's a happy squeeze-wriggle when he hears that, a smile permanently stuck on his face. ]

Night, beautiful. Dream big.

[ The first two hours of sleep he spends in the same place, up until he accidentally kicks off the blankets with one leg in the early hours of morning and starts to shiver. Instinctively, he wraps his arms around Molly and barnacles onto him in the coolness of his bedroom, snoring softly like a puppy. ]

[ Molly does dream big. He dreams of walking in moonlight, watching flowers grow in his clothes and small, delicate mushrooms escaping the embroidery. He's soon dressed in nature, as colorful as before thanks to the vibrant flowers, feeling like a forest spirit under the shine of the Moonweaver. It's all very soft and pretty until he notices that he's being pulled to the ground by little roots and then dragged into it.

Opening his eyes with a gasp, he immediately feels the warm body of Fjord all curled around him, and relaxes.

Just a dream.

Smiling, he smooths Fjord's hair back a little and kisses his forehead. ]

[ His snores rise as his head tips back with the petting to his hair, growing louder with a line of drool dampening his pillow. The man could use a shove and wouldn't blame anyone for doing it. ]

[ Molly's just gonna... pull that head back in the previous position and try to not laugh about it. If it continues, he might attempt to turn him around. ]

[ Molly moves Fjord's head ... and it rolls his face right into the pillow so the snoring stops completely, probably to suffocate himself. What did he do to deserve this betrayal??? ]

[ Okay, now he's laughing. ]

Fjord, turn around.

[ Molly says softly, gently pulling a bit and trying to make sure he doesn't frighten the half-orc again. ]

I refuse to be responsible for you choking on your own pillow!

[ Mumbling as he comes to consciousness, this time groggily, he reaches out and drapes his arms onto whatever part of Molly and that tiefling heat he can find, then rolls onto his back to drag it with him. ]

I'm awake, m'wake ...

[ Molly lets himself be grabbed - but didn't quite expect to be rolled with Fjord. Trying his absolute best to not laugh, he spreads himself out on top of the half-orc so that he wouldn't be cold anymore. ]

That's better, baby. Go back to sleep.

[ Go back to sleep has a contrary effect and he yawns widely, tusks on show before he smacks his lips and blinks blearily at the dim room (just as fucking dark as when they fell asleep, thanks Roshona), then up at Molly. ]

Time s'it?

[ Who fucking knows until Caleb moves around the house with purpose at exactly seven-am, to be fair, but it's the first thing out of his mouth. He peers around for the fallen blankets, soldiers lost to the floor. ]

[ Dang. Oh well, at least he didn't frighten him like he did during the nipple pinch. ]

It's still night, love. You can sleep.

[ Now he notices the fallen blankets and fishes the nice fur up with his tail before grabbing it and tossing it over them both. ]

[ Sleep sounds so good, oh, and the blankets are back. Fjord squirrels around and pushes his back up against that toasty chest, gathering up the fur to his face. Half-orc burrito is go. ]

Y'sleep too, sweetheart?

[ Just checking. ]

Yeah, I will. Don't worry.

[ He chuckles, so utterly fond of this beautiful mess of a man. He snuggles in as well, leaning the pillows correctly for his horns and then burying his face against Fjord's neck. ]

Goodnight.

[ His reply is a snore, once more soft as he passes out. Not too many hours later, Fjord wakes up properly and yawns again, arching back into the lovely big spoon framing him so well. This is his new life now, he decides, to live like a cosy bed-hermit forever. ]

Mornin' ...

[ Molly's snoozing in Fjord's ear, cuddled up like a backpack behind the half-orc and still asleep. When there's movement in the bed, however, he blinks long lashes and makes a protesting sound, hugging Fjord closer.

No mornings, only this. ]

Gotta get up, honey ...

[ He rolls around and drops kisses all over that sleepy face, nuzzling a warm neck. Fjord loops an arm around Molly's waist and reels him in for a cosy morning cuddle, still buried under the blankets, loving how soft and toasty he is when sleeping. ]

If you want to sneak out, now's the time.

[ That gets him going, blinking away the sleep and curling into that wonderful cuddle for a moment. He could stay like that forever, but he places a kiss on Fjord's forehead before sitting up. The tiefling is grinning, morning whines turned to excitement. ]

You're such a genius, baby. We can get breakfast on the way.

That's my boy.

[ Molly's excitement ramps up his own, playfully smacking a purple thigh as he rolls off the bed to start getting dressed. He shivers as he does so, still not acclimated to the kryn's cool twilight that never fucking changes, more eager than he's been in a whole week to get into his armour. ]

Sleep alright?

[ Molly preens a bit at that first sentence like it was a wonderful compliment (it was) and then rolls after Fjord to get on his feet. ]

I had a weird dream, and woke up a bit. Then you rolled over and almost suffocated yourself, so I had to fix that.

[ He says with another grin as he starts his morning like most when he doesn't have breakfast in bed - stretching every muscle in his body and rolling his shoulders before he picks up his clothes and starts putting them on. Gotta limber up, after all - he might need it today. ].

I what?

[ He doesn't remember any of that, sounds like mischief. ]

What happened in your dream to make it so weird?

[ Tugging on his boots, oof. Someone ate a little too much rich food at the coast, those thigh-highs are getting tight. ]

I kissed you and your head fell back, because apparently my love is that powerful.

[ Cheeky wink. ]

You fixed yourself after some prodding.

[ He fiddles with his boots as well, not quite as spoiled with the wonderful food as he spent one whole day not eating. They both need some exercise, though... but maybe not the Beau kind. (Plus thick thighs are nice.)

At the mention of the dream, Molly's first instinct isn't to lie, which is... a weird realization. He pauses a for a moment and then shakes his head. ]

I dreamt that I was walking in moonlight, and it was all really lovely and soothing. [ Soft and peaceful. ] There were flowers growing all over me in so many colors... but then the roots started to pull me towards the ground and then into it, so I woke up.

Oh, that sounds legit.

[ He can fully imagine himself swooning in his sleep if Molly was macking on him. He's distracted from pinning his cloak into place when Molly's recounting of the dream takes a darker turn than he was expecting, running a hand down his back as the tiefling focuses on his boots. ]

Are you feeling okay? That sounds creepy as hell.

[ That hand on his back is grounding, and the tiefling relaxes a bit as his boots finally buckle and he can lean back to the touch. ]

It was... strange. First it was wonderful, and then it just switched gears.

[ Shrug. ]

Dreams are weird sometimes, and it wasn't so bad that I woke up screaming. I usually sleep like a baby.

[ He turns to kiss Fjord and then stands, pulling on his coat. ]

Never mind that, I have a store to show you! Since its right next to an inn, we can eat there.

You can wake me up if you want, next time you have a dream like that. I won't mind.

[ He'd rather Molly did instead of being weirded out all alone. ]

Let's get going, snap up some breakfast and then you can traumatise me like you're clearly planning to.

[ Fjord can tell something is up by the excitement of Molly leaping out of bed, he just doesn't know what. It's good to see him to energised, especially when it comes to spending time together, so Fjord is getting excited by proxy. ]

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