[ 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. ]
[ 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 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.
[ 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. ]
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. ]
[ I just held you and it got better. Well, now his heart is extra full.]
I can take anything you throw at me if I get some bacon inside me first.
[ Successfully sneaking out the house, he freezes when he sees the girls' light flick on as they close the door and grabs Molly by the sleeve to hurry him down the street and out of sight like two naughty kids escaping their parents. If Jester hears they're heading to a mysterious shop she'll definitely want to come along, then so will Beau and everyone bloody else ...
Not today. He offers Molly his arm as they walk, still yawning as they pass the straggling morning crowd as the neighbourhood wakes up around them. ]
[ With that, they sneak out of the Xhorhaus - more Monty Python than Mission Impossible, but they manage to pass by all the rooms without drawing suspicion, so Molly will call that a success.
He's happy to take Fjord's arm, still marveling at this city and how different it was. All kinds of species, even those known as 'monstrous' elsewhere, living together. No weird looks at a tiefling or a half-orc, especially not when they come to the Gallimaufry District and everything lights up in colors rather than the drabness of the Firmaments.
Molly likes it here, suspicious politics and weird religion aside.
It only takes them about twenty or so minutes to find the Blue Eyed Dragon tavern, which is run by an orc and a bugbear. Being his bombastic self and having an opportinuty to be a social butterfly he greets them with a grin. Mollymauk happily orders them breakfast, flirts with both the owners for good measure and starts showing off the jewelry when the bugbear asks. ]
[ It's so freaking chilly, that's the one thought that sears through Fjord's mind as he wraps his cloak around himself. Bloody eternal twilight or whatever it is, he misses the blankets of their bed and naked skin pressed up against his own; his thoughts lighten when he has a plate piled high with bacon and beans, soaking up buttery garlic sauce in bread, which is only slightly less delectable than his boyfriend.
A dribble of it slips off his beard as he eyes the bugbear flirting with Molly, rolling his eyes at the poor sap before finishing off his meal. He does smirk a little when Molly showcases the lilac shell, however, hiding his smugness in a deep draught of ale. ]
[ Molly returns to the table with a plate for himself as well, and some breakfast ale. He's smiling, energized by meeting new people and the promise of the fruit and breads on his plate (and bacon).
He slides into the chair next to Fjord and hands over the ale before digging in. ]
So Urgal says we're in the right place, at least, so that's good. Just down the alley next to the tavern!
Just putting the poor guy out of his misery before you let him down. [ Fjord's happy rumble as he sits back with his tankard isn't unlike a purr. ] Breakfast and beer and a beautiful boyfriend, what better start to the day can there be?
[ Gonna lick that finger, because sometimes he really is two. ]
That's fair, I suppose. Look how much fresh fruit being my lovely self got me, though!
[ He watches the half-orc lean back and look all happy and content, and that does things to his heart. Molly eats some more of his food, tail making lazy swirls behind him. ]
Oh, just wait until we get to the store. It might just make your whole day.
[ Laughter bubbles up as he steals some of Molly's fruit, eyeing him warily. ]
What kind of shop is it? You don't have to seduce me, you know, you did that this morning when you looked all cute bundled up bare-arse naked in my bed.
[ Saying that juuust loud enough for Urgal to hear, because Fjord is an asshole. ]
[ Molly leaves two gold as a tip and then struts out with Fjord, taking his arm. The shops outside all look normal - a general store, a jewelry, a shoe store and some tannery place on the other side of the road.
The alleyway the tiefling leads Fjord to is a little darker, and he stops before a store without windows, the door having the title 'Xta'rl d'lil ssussun' inscribed on it with a fancy flair. Two lanterns hang by the door as well, the flame in them a pinkish-purple. ]
[ Molly leans in, one hand coming to rest on that lovely ass. ]
That gristle gives me a lot of joy, so I'll rethink that plan.
[ Another grin, and he opens the door and pulls Fjord inside with him. At first there's just a lot of leather and metals rings, like they entered a tack shop for moorbounders, but then the full beauty of this place comes into view and makes Molly's eyes widen in pure joy.
Lingerie of all sizes, materials and colors, in full sets on mannequins and in pretty little packages. Corsets for waists and necks, stockings of every height and material. Collars of all kinds, leashes and even little cages that looked like they fit over... well.
The dicks! Made of precious metals and even carved from gemstone, or the more simple but lovely glass kind. One prong, two, three... some that come with magic scrolls.
Behind a display stands a drow woman in a very revealing set of lingerie and thigh-high boots, and she looks very happy to see them.
'Welcome to the Touch of the Light, my friends! Please, look around and see if there is anything that you feel would bring you happiness.' ]
[ It seems for a split second like they've entered a weaponry shop, but then the colour drains from his face as he follows Molly in deeper and Fjord stiffens up, hands at his sides creeping up into folded arms so he can't touch any of it accidentally. The leashes, the dicks, the cages —
Heat creeps right back up into his cheeks at a dizzying pace, flushing them anew.
And he flees the fuck back outside, into the alleyway. ]
[ Okay. Fair, he even expected this. Molly smiles at the saleslady and apologizes before he heads out after his boyfriend. He looks far too pleased with himself to look like he really means what he then says; ]
I'm sorry, love. Too much for you~?
[ He leans against that armored chest with a smirk. ]
I figured you wanted to pick out some nice things for me to rip off later...
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[ 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?
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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. ].
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[ 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. ]
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[ 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.
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[ 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.
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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.
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[ 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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It wasn't that bad, I just held you and it got better.
[ He gives another smooch and then the softness turns into a mischievous grin. It's fun to see Fjord both excited and accepting his fate at once. ]
Oh, it's either that or you'll be entranced. Any way, it will be the time of your life.
[ Molly puts his swords in their sheaths and then opens the door to peek out, starting their careful sneaking to get out of the Xhorhaus. ]
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I can take anything you throw at me if I get some bacon inside me first.
[ Successfully sneaking out the house, he freezes when he sees the girls' light flick on as they close the door and grabs Molly by the sleeve to hurry him down the street and out of sight like two naughty kids escaping their parents. If Jester hears they're heading to a mysterious shop she'll definitely want to come along, then so will Beau and everyone bloody else ...
Not today. He offers Molly his arm as they walk, still yawning as they pass the straggling morning crowd as the neighbourhood wakes up around them. ]
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[ With that, they sneak out of the Xhorhaus - more Monty Python than Mission Impossible, but they manage to pass by all the rooms without drawing suspicion, so Molly will call that a success.
He's happy to take Fjord's arm, still marveling at this city and how different it was. All kinds of species, even those known as 'monstrous' elsewhere, living together. No weird looks at a tiefling or a half-orc, especially not when they come to the Gallimaufry District and everything lights up in colors rather than the drabness of the Firmaments.
Molly likes it here, suspicious politics and weird religion aside.
It only takes them about twenty or so minutes to find the Blue Eyed Dragon tavern, which is run by an orc and a bugbear. Being his bombastic self and having an opportinuty to be a social butterfly he greets them with a grin. Mollymauk happily orders them breakfast, flirts with both the owners for good measure and starts showing off the jewelry when the bugbear asks. ]
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A dribble of it slips off his beard as he eyes the bugbear flirting with Molly, rolling his eyes at the poor sap before finishing off his meal. He does smirk a little when Molly showcases the lilac shell, however, hiding his smugness in a deep draught of ale. ]
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He slides into the chair next to Fjord and hands over the ale before digging in. ]
So Urgal says we're in the right place, at least, so that's good. Just down the alley next to the tavern!
[ Mm, apple slices... ]
Is it good? Apparently they make their own brew.
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[ Urgal, is it. That would be the bugbear shooting Molly curious glances as if he hopes to catch his eye. Interesting. ]
Hey, Molly.
[ He has nothing to follow that up with, planting a kiss on him the second he looks around and making it linger as a smile curls on his lips. Mwah. ]
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(Poor Urgal looks disappointed at once.)
Looking at the half-orc, Molly sticks the tip of his tongue out a little bit. ]
Staking your claim?
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Just putting the poor guy out of his misery before you let him down. [ Fjord's happy rumble as he sits back with his tankard isn't unlike a purr. ] Breakfast and beer and a beautiful boyfriend, what better start to the day can there be?
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That's fair, I suppose. Look how much fresh fruit being my lovely self got me, though!
[ He watches the half-orc lean back and look all happy and content, and that does things to his heart. Molly eats some more of his food, tail making lazy swirls behind him. ]
Oh, just wait until we get to the store. It might just make your whole day.
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What kind of shop is it? You don't have to seduce me, you know, you did that this morning when you looked all cute bundled up bare-arse naked in my bed.
[ Saying that juuust loud enough for Urgal to hear, because Fjord is an asshole. ]
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I'm not going to tell you, where's the fun in that?
[ Molly winks again, and then links their free hands together for a moment. ]
You'll see.
[ ...he's going to leave a big tip for the poor bugbear. ]
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As they head out he peers around at the surrounding shops down the alley, trying to get a sense of where the hell Molly is taking him. ]
It's going to be something awful because you're practically vibrating.
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The alleyway the tiefling leads Fjord to is a little darker, and he stops before a store without windows, the door having the title 'Xta'rl d'lil ssussun' inscribed on it with a fancy flair. Two lanterns hang by the door as well, the flame in them a pinkish-purple. ]
Oooh, this certainly looks just like I expected!
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If you're planning on selling me for meat, I'm all gristle.
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That gristle gives me a lot of joy, so I'll rethink that plan.
[ Another grin, and he opens the door and pulls Fjord inside with him. At first there's just a lot of leather and metals rings, like they entered a tack shop for moorbounders, but then the full beauty of this place comes into view and makes Molly's eyes widen in pure joy.
Lingerie of all sizes, materials and colors, in full sets on mannequins and in pretty little packages. Corsets for waists and necks, stockings of every height and material. Collars of all kinds, leashes and even little cages that looked like they fit over... well.
The dicks! Made of precious metals and even carved from gemstone, or the more simple but lovely glass kind. One prong, two, three... some that come with magic scrolls.
Behind a display stands a drow woman in a very revealing set of lingerie and thigh-high boots, and she looks very happy to see them.
'Welcome to the Touch of the Light, my friends! Please, look around and see if there is anything that you feel would bring you happiness.' ]
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Heat creeps right back up into his cheeks at a dizzying pace, flushing them anew.
And he flees the fuck back outside, into the alleyway. ]
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I'm sorry, love. Too much for you~?
[ He leans against that armored chest with a smirk. ]
I figured you wanted to pick out some nice things for me to rip off later...
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[ Granted, it's just the one woman at the front desk right now, but she's in a sex shop full of dicks and Wildmother knows what else. ]
You could have warned me about all the weird shit in there!
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