He sweeps his cloak back and gets down on one knee, sword in the ground as he holds the hilt and gazes up at him. It looks very in-character, all except for the genuine softness in his eyes. ]
[ Molly was trying to joke, so this was not the reply he was expecting. Instead, it is so, so much better and the shit-eating grin turns softer at once. His red eyes watch in awe as Fjord - Travis - swears such a thing to him.
Tal shouldn't be bothered about it, but Molly feels like he's the lead actor in some period drama right here. ]
You are a truly noble man, Travis. I am grateful for your promise of protection, as I am just a simple carnie and I have never seen battle with such evils before!
[ It's amazing that he can stop himself from fake-swooning. ]
[ He really needs to let Molly know that only the weird hardcore larpers he met this morning talk like that but for now ... it's adorable. Rising, he reaches for Tal's hand to give it a chaste kiss to seal his Paladin's oath (which a couple of people witnessed in the street and appear to think is A Big Deal). ]
If we survive the night, you must tell me more about your carnival.
That hand is freely given, and Tal bows dramatically in turn, coat swooshing and his horn jewelry clinking. Under the coat can be seen the two scimitars he had been playing with this morning, so apparently he's more of a 'hidden carrier' and maybe not such an innocent carnie. ]
If we survive the night, Sir Travis, I will tell you anything you want.
[ Of course he will have to seal that with a wink, and someone on the sides laughs. ]
[ And for the rest of the day as they flit around and prepare for the 'battle', Fjord assists in showing Molly around icly with Yasha and Caduceus bringing up the rear, everyone resigned to following Molly's eye for curiosities. When the warriors are called to the field to do battle, the "invisible" crew members who act as referees and storytellers are already on the eaves, the opposite end of the meadow filled with mask-wearing monsters. Fjord tries to stick by Molly or at least keep him in his eyeline, with Caduceus keeping them covered as he slings spells over whirling blades, and their quartet brings over a crewman called Matt who has a clipboard with his notes; he instructs them and the monsters who wins each round of combat and it's fun as fuck, in Fjord's opinion, until one BBEG stomps over.
Lorenzo, the hulk calls himself, managing an eerily evil laugh as he advances on them. Fjord is annoyingly attacked by other crew at that moment and Matt deems him grappled, so he can't run to Molly's aid.
And it's suddenly kind of ... anxious, the mood shift. ]
[ It's a sight to see Molly so into all of it and flitting around, while the rest of his poor friends have to essentially rein him in now and then. Then the battle starts and the tiefling is so excited to use his new swords. There's a spray of 'blood' (too red and watery to be real) as he 'charges' them and goes in for the fight.
It's all fun and games until the hulking BBEG stomps forward, and Molly is honestly not sure if the person playing it isn't like, half-ogre or something.
Well. He advances, slipping out more fake blood as he 'curses' the bastard and starts to fight. It is clear that his class is still underbalanced, though, and he's quickly losing to Lorenzo.
One shitty strike and he slips, trying to not laugh as he falls on his back. Matt calls in a rock paper scissors to see if he manages to get away in time, and that's also a complete loss.
He gestures as covertly as he can towards the place he was stashing his Blood Hunter blood, and the 'stab' is enough to break it. Blood everywhere. It's glorious drama and Molly's so utterly pleased as he 'dies'. ]
[ He almost yells at Matt, taking a step forward before being reminded he's restrained. Where the fuck is Caduceus? He needs Caduceus — Jaffe! — to heal Molly — Tal. ]
I cast Lay On Hands on Tal!
[ Unfortunately you're still grappled, begins Matt, but Fjord (who isn't sure why he's so distressed only that they were having so much fun and now it's all fucked up) wants to blast the shit out of Lorenzo who is already strolling away. ]
I shoot Eldritch Blast into the sky and yell for our Cleric!
[ Matt pauses, checking his notes, and he agrees to pause the moment as he goes to find Caduceus and relay the message, 'only because he has the ability to help the situation within a certain time period'. ]
[ They pause the moment and Molly takes it to wipe 'blood' off his face so he can see again. Fjord's voice sounded very upset and he wasn't sure what was IC or not, so he gives the half-orc a little smile.
...which is honestly just gruesome with all that corn syrup blood.
Somewhere in the back Yasha is screaming loudly, very into her barbarian thing and pummeling the shit out of some disgusting 'blob' monster with her giant sword. ]
[ It's such a disturbing sight to see; he didn't think he'd have to look at a blood-stained Mollymauk today, it was all for fun and maybe they would stroll to the tavern after this and laugh about the battle, but that won't happen if Jaffe doesn't get his tail back sharpish. He doesn't want Molly to leave the field and Tal to be dead.
So he looks worried and his frown only softens a little as he manages a sad smile, glancing over sharply to the sound of Caduceus running over. ]
[ Molly quickly goes limp again as they continue - a little overdramatically so, but still. That just seemed like the Mollymauk motto.
Jaffe gets back just in time to cast some kind of spell to lengthen the time he has to save Tal, and starts doing some very fancy ritual that ends with silver glitter on Molly's body, quickly mixed into the mess everywhere, and Matt rolling a dice on his phone.
'Tal's soul returns to his body, and he is resurrected!'
Oh, thank fuck. Okay, I knock out this motherfucker behind me [ with an apology to the guy loosely holding onto his arm, who steps back when Matt rolls a strength check for Fjord ] and I ... I look around for Lorenzo. Do I see him?
[ You do, he's not hard to miss, says Matt, and there is the Lorenzo player about twenty feet away engaged in combat with someone else.
Fjord scowls. ]
I cast Divine Smite and want to deal radiant damage.
[ Molly's helped to his feet by Caduceus, who does more 'healing'. Tal thanks Jaffe with a hug and then stands back a bit to watch Fjord - Travis - call divine retribution down on this guy.
Yasha veers in from the left to grab him into her arms, and Molly has to both tell her and 'Ashlee' that he's okay. At least he had told her ahead of time about the fake blood, or she would probably be having an episode by now.
All in all, it's all his little drama-loving heart desires. ]
[ Fjord proceeds to throw all his pissed off mood at Lorenzo (and a little at the player who is a real dick for killing a newbie, it's been obvious all day Tal is a fresh face) with some wrath from his patron goddess courtesy of Matt's elaborate storytelling. He suffers a nasty beat-down but manages to actually kill Lorenzo between a mix of outright attacks with the Star Razor and Eldritch Blasting him in succession, in the face, because Travis is petty like that.
He gets his armour sprayed in 'gore' and doesn't even bitch about it on the stomping stride back to his friends, huffing his triumph. It's very satisfying to see Lorenzo's player get walked off the field. ]
[ Molly runs to meet Fjord, throwing his arms around him and pulling him into a kiss - before he realizes he wasn't quite supposed to do that. He whispers 'whoops' under his breath, letting go of Fjord. Too late, though, as some people are cheering at them.
Nothing like a war and a love story, after all.
...gods, he tastes horrible with that fake blood. ]
[ Taken by surprise when charged and kissed, he wraps an arm around Molly to catch his weight and rests the wrist of the hand holding his sword by a hip to steady him. The fake blood tastes awful, truly, so he takes a moment to spit it to one side before going in for another kiss that surges with relief and happiness to have saved his sorta-boyfriend. Kind of.
Fjord murmurs against a cheek when he catches his breath, ] You promised to tell me all about the carnival later. Couldn't let you get out of that.
[ That reply makes him laugh a little, wiping more blood off his face before kissing Fjord again. Oh yeah, he could see this being a good love story.
Love...
The rest of the battle is won after Lorenzo and the blob are down, and everyone starts to head to the tavern or their tents. Molly is in his best of moods as they all drink to the victory inside the tavern, loudly telling his tale to people and making it more outrageous each time.
Now and then, he looks at Fjord with a smile, and once things have calmed down a bit, he comes to take the great paladin's hand for a chaste kiss. ]
You kept your promise, Travis. I am eternally grateful.
[ With the ale and mead (and mixers, he suspects) doing the rounds in the tavern, he's one of the last people mostly sober by the time Molly is done exhausting his tale. Buzzed but not drunk, he follows up that sweet kiss to his hand with one off-centre of Molly's lips. ]
I'm liking the show of your gratitude so far. Does it come in any other flavours?
[ Leaaaaning in, nose running over a warm purple-plum cheek. ]
[ Molly's definitely drunk, but surprisingly not as badly as you'd think for someone excited to drink as much ye olde IPA as possible - probably because he was busy telling his story so many times.
That sweet little peck and then the way Fjord leans to his skin is lovely, and Molly smiles as he strokes his fingers through that salt-and-pepper hair. It all feels so nice, and he definitely understands why Fjord likes it. ]
Any flavor you'd like, Sir Knight. I may be no fair, innocent maiden that you have saved, but my heart you've captured, still.
[ Molly is tipsy enough that Fjord decides then and there to gather the group and ship them off to their tents for the night. They need to wash and have dinner, anyway. ]
You're by far the fairest to my eyes.
[ Caduceus is a bit woosy but Yasha seems solid on her feet as Fjord flags her down with a significant look at Molly, and it doesn't take much for excuses to be made to get them all off the main playing ground and into the OOC field. Players are laughing and shedding their costumes along the way around them, campfires and gas stoves turning the place into a cheerful affair so it doesn't really feel like leaving the game behind at all.
Except for the part where he can shed his armour with a groan, flopping in a folding chair so as to take off his huge boots. ]
Oh, fuck. My feet are killing. Did everyone have a good day, on the whole?
[ Molly talks about everything and nothing as they walk back, and it's probably good that they're heading to the OOC area since he doesn't quite remember to be IC at all by the time they are at the tent. He tosses off some of his stuff and gets a towel and some water to clean his face and chest off, stuffing the rest in a plastic bag.
He's still a little stain here and there as he comes out again, giving Yasha's head a kiss and then slinking in between everyone to help make food and not really contributing at anything but being in the way, to be honest. ]
It was amazing! I had a lot of fun. Did you see the elf guy with the robe? Or, like that the shopkeeper had three identical brothers? And-
[ Yasha agrees that she had fun as well, and talks a little bit about the blob monster while they eat. Slowly, Molly is drawn to Fjord's side like a magnetic pull, and is soon eating shitty hot dogs with his head on a half-orc knee. ]
[ Life is so much nicer in joggers and a tee, freshened up with a few wet-wipes before he rejoins the group for dinner, true camping chic. It's natural for his hand to gravitate around the base of a horn and spread his fingers out into a nest of curls, lightly rubbing around the base as Molly dozes, filling his belly. ]
Pumat's amazing, I love his character so much. There was a new guy who went by the King Who Crawls, did you see him? Weird slimy fellow.
[ A discussion breaks out over whether the worm-king is a crew plot to stir drama, with Fjord zoning out halfway to place a kiss on the horn leaning on his knee. That's when Yasha, more tactful than all three of them around the stove combined, asks Caduceus if he would take a walk around the camp and introduce her to some more people; Fjord shares a grateful look with her, something simmering in his blood kicking up a notch as he washes down his hotdog with a beer. Once those two have wandered off, he sits up and gives Molly's shoulder a squeeze. ]
Hey, uh. Do you want to hang out for a bit in my tent?
[ It's a really nice end to a pretty awesome day, and he has the best seat in the house as he snuggles against Fjord's leg and happily feels those fingers in his hair and by the horn. It's like it spreads happiness through his whole body, and he chats a bit about the new character before he dozes off a bit, only snapping back to attention when there's a little squeeze to his arm.
Once the question sinks in, though, the tiefling is smiling at once. ]
Oh, I definitely want that, love.
[ Very subtle as well, especially the way Molly's tongue sweeps over his lips as he stands up (a little wiggly but stable) and then takes Fjord's hand. ]
[ Their friends are gone and there's only the electric lamp in his tent to light any shadows as he leads Molly, lips licked enticingly and all, inside where Fjord sinks down and tugs on his hand to draw the tiefling into his lap. The camp is a muted hum of music and voices as the flaps fall shut behind them and he sees Molly in a chiaroscuro that makes him look beautiful and demonic in one, so lovely with his soft hair and sharp horns and glinting eyes that it makes something ache, deep in Fjord, to have him, and he does so as he leans up to capture a searing kiss. What air from the field that lingers is cool inside the tent but his mouth is hot as he opens up to him, hands running around a slim waist that he's seen on videos countless times and imagined touching a thousand more, intending to gather Molly in as close as possible.
Fjord doesn't say anything because there isn't anything to say, he wants him and makes that obvious, helpless to do anything else. ]
[ Molly's heart throbs in his chest as they head for the tent, which is strange and new for something like a hookup like this. Part of him is so into finally getting to touch the half-orc that has been on his mind every time he makes videos and every time his voice and text come through. Molly wants him so much... but did that mean it would be over after this?
He doesn't want it to be; he wants there to be gym dates and lunches and more of this dramatic acting on a damn field and then having ale and hot dogs. He wants the whole romantic package.
Nobody wants that from him, though.
...and then all those thoughts immediately go away as he's tugged into a lap and lips stolen into a kiss that takes his breath away. The tiefling hungrily puts his arms around Fjord and melts against him, wanting every inch of them touching. ]
[ His blood heats with Molly murmuring pleas into his mouth and he wraps him up in his arms to kiss him deeply, a low noise lodged in Fjord's chest filling the spaces between tongues and lips. He's conscious of his own woosiness, which is barely anything, but it's just enough to remind him Molly has drank more by comparison and he pulls one hand away to ferret his phone out of his sleeping-bag.
He pulls out of the kiss to hit record on audio, looking back up to Molly. ]
Leave a note so that you know you wanted this in the morning. Whatever happens.
[ Fjord promised no sex during this trip but he'll give Molly whatever he wants, gazing up at him in the lamplight as the heat of parted thighs clutches the outside of his hips. He's already growing hard under the seat of Molly's pants and it'll get more difficult not to the more they do, but for now ...
Molly said he likes to have his own reassurances after first times. This is important. ]
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He sweeps his cloak back and gets down on one knee, sword in the ground as he holds the hilt and gazes up at him. It looks very in-character, all except for the genuine softness in his eyes. ]
I swear to protect you, fair warrior.
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Tal shouldn't be bothered about it, but Molly feels like he's the lead actor in some period drama right here. ]
You are a truly noble man, Travis. I am grateful for your promise of protection, as I am just a simple carnie and I have never seen battle with such evils before!
[ It's amazing that he can stop himself from fake-swooning. ]
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If we survive the night, you must tell me more about your carnival.
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That hand is freely given, and Tal bows dramatically in turn, coat swooshing and his horn jewelry clinking. Under the coat can be seen the two scimitars he had been playing with this morning, so apparently he's more of a 'hidden carrier' and maybe not such an innocent carnie. ]
If we survive the night, Sir Travis, I will tell you anything you want.
[ Of course he will have to seal that with a wink, and someone on the sides laughs. ]
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[ And for the rest of the day as they flit around and prepare for the 'battle', Fjord assists in showing Molly around icly with Yasha and Caduceus bringing up the rear, everyone resigned to following Molly's eye for curiosities. When the warriors are called to the field to do battle, the "invisible" crew members who act as referees and storytellers are already on the eaves, the opposite end of the meadow filled with mask-wearing monsters. Fjord tries to stick by Molly or at least keep him in his eyeline, with Caduceus keeping them covered as he slings spells over whirling blades, and their quartet brings over a crewman called Matt who has a clipboard with his notes; he instructs them and the monsters who wins each round of combat and it's fun as fuck, in Fjord's opinion, until one BBEG stomps over.
Lorenzo, the hulk calls himself, managing an eerily evil laugh as he advances on them. Fjord is annoyingly attacked by other crew at that moment and Matt deems him grappled, so he can't run to Molly's aid.
And it's suddenly kind of ... anxious, the mood shift. ]
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It's all fun and games until the hulking BBEG stomps forward, and Molly is honestly not sure if the person playing it isn't like, half-ogre or something.
Well. He advances, slipping out more fake blood as he 'curses' the bastard and starts to fight. It is clear that his class is still underbalanced, though, and he's quickly losing to Lorenzo.
One shitty strike and he slips, trying to not laugh as he falls on his back. Matt calls in a rock paper scissors to see if he manages to get away in time, and that's also a complete loss.
He gestures as covertly as he can towards the place he was stashing his Blood Hunter blood, and the 'stab' is enough to break it. Blood everywhere. It's glorious drama and Molly's so utterly pleased as he 'dies'. ]
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[ He almost yells at Matt, taking a step forward before being reminded he's restrained. Where the fuck is Caduceus? He needs Caduceus — Jaffe! — to heal Molly — Tal. ]
I cast Lay On Hands on Tal!
[ Unfortunately you're still grappled, begins Matt, but Fjord (who isn't sure why he's so distressed only that they were having so much fun and now it's all fucked up) wants to blast the shit out of Lorenzo who is already strolling away. ]
I shoot Eldritch Blast into the sky and yell for our Cleric!
[ Matt pauses, checking his notes, and he agrees to pause the moment as he goes to find Caduceus and relay the message, 'only because he has the ability to help the situation within a certain time period'. ]
Yeah, okay, I yell really fucking loudly for him!
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...which is honestly just gruesome with all that corn syrup blood.
Somewhere in the back Yasha is screaming loudly, very into her barbarian thing and pummeling the shit out of some disgusting 'blob' monster with her giant sword. ]
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So he looks worried and his frown only softens a little as he manages a sad smile, glancing over sharply to the sound of Caduceus running over. ]
Get a diamond out, he's dead!
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Jaffe gets back just in time to cast some kind of spell to lengthen the time he has to save Tal, and starts doing some very fancy ritual that ends with silver glitter on Molly's body, quickly mixed into the mess everywhere, and Matt rolling a dice on his phone.
'Tal's soul returns to his body, and he is resurrected!'
Close call, good thing they had a cleric. ]
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[ You do, he's not hard to miss, says Matt, and there is the Lorenzo player about twenty feet away engaged in combat with someone else.
Fjord scowls. ]
I cast Divine Smite and want to deal radiant damage.
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Yasha veers in from the left to grab him into her arms, and Molly has to both tell her and 'Ashlee' that he's okay. At least he had told her ahead of time about the fake blood, or she would probably be having an episode by now.
All in all, it's all his little drama-loving heart desires. ]
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He gets his armour sprayed in 'gore' and doesn't even bitch about it on the stomping stride back to his friends, huffing his triumph. It's very satisfying to see Lorenzo's player get walked off the field. ]
... Right. Good. Are we winning the battle?
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Nothing like a war and a love story, after all.
...gods, he tastes horrible with that fake blood. ]
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Fjord murmurs against a cheek when he catches his breath, ] You promised to tell me all about the carnival later. Couldn't let you get out of that.
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Love...
The rest of the battle is won after Lorenzo and the blob are down, and everyone starts to head to the tavern or their tents. Molly is in his best of moods as they all drink to the victory inside the tavern, loudly telling his tale to people and making it more outrageous each time.
Now and then, he looks at Fjord with a smile, and once things have calmed down a bit, he comes to take the great paladin's hand for a chaste kiss. ]
You kept your promise, Travis. I am eternally grateful.
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I'm liking the show of your gratitude so far. Does it come in any other flavours?
[ Leaaaaning in, nose running over a warm purple-plum cheek. ]
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That sweet little peck and then the way Fjord leans to his skin is lovely, and Molly smiles as he strokes his fingers through that salt-and-pepper hair. It all feels so nice, and he definitely understands why Fjord likes it. ]
Any flavor you'd like, Sir Knight. I may be no fair, innocent maiden that you have saved, but my heart you've captured, still.
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You're by far the fairest to my eyes.
[ Caduceus is a bit woosy but Yasha seems solid on her feet as Fjord flags her down with a significant look at Molly, and it doesn't take much for excuses to be made to get them all off the main playing ground and into the OOC field. Players are laughing and shedding their costumes along the way around them, campfires and gas stoves turning the place into a cheerful affair so it doesn't really feel like leaving the game behind at all.
Except for the part where he can shed his armour with a groan, flopping in a folding chair so as to take off his huge boots. ]
Oh, fuck. My feet are killing. Did everyone have a good day, on the whole?
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He's still a little stain here and there as he comes out again, giving Yasha's head a kiss and then slinking in between everyone to help make food and not really contributing at anything but being in the way, to be honest. ]
It was amazing! I had a lot of fun. Did you see the elf guy with the robe? Or, like that the shopkeeper had three identical brothers? And-
[ Yasha agrees that she had fun as well, and talks a little bit about the blob monster while they eat. Slowly, Molly is drawn to Fjord's side like a magnetic pull, and is soon eating shitty hot dogs with his head on a half-orc knee. ]
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Pumat's amazing, I love his character so much. There was a new guy who went by the King Who Crawls, did you see him? Weird slimy fellow.
[ A discussion breaks out over whether the worm-king is a crew plot to stir drama, with Fjord zoning out halfway to place a kiss on the horn leaning on his knee. That's when Yasha, more tactful than all three of them around the stove combined, asks Caduceus if he would take a walk around the camp and introduce her to some more people; Fjord shares a grateful look with her, something simmering in his blood kicking up a notch as he washes down his hotdog with a beer. Once those two have wandered off, he sits up and gives Molly's shoulder a squeeze. ]
Hey, uh. Do you want to hang out for a bit in my tent?
[ Subtle as a brick. ]
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Once the question sinks in, though, the tiefling is smiling at once. ]
Oh, I definitely want that, love.
[ Very subtle as well, especially the way Molly's tongue sweeps over his lips as he stands up (a little wiggly but stable) and then takes Fjord's hand. ]
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Fjord doesn't say anything because there isn't anything to say, he wants him and makes that obvious, helpless to do anything else. ]
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He doesn't want it to be; he wants there to be gym dates and lunches and more of this dramatic acting on a damn field and then having ale and hot dogs. He wants the whole romantic package.
Nobody wants that from him, though.
...and then all those thoughts immediately go away as he's tugged into a lap and lips stolen into a kiss that takes his breath away. The tiefling hungrily puts his arms around Fjord and melts against him, wanting every inch of them touching. ]
Yes... please.
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He pulls out of the kiss to hit record on audio, looking back up to Molly. ]
Leave a note so that you know you wanted this in the morning. Whatever happens.
[ Fjord promised no sex during this trip but he'll give Molly whatever he wants, gazing up at him in the lamplight as the heat of parted thighs clutches the outside of his hips. He's already growing hard under the seat of Molly's pants and it'll get more difficult not to the more they do, but for now ...
Molly said he likes to have his own reassurances after first times. This is important. ]
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