[ His sword is summoned with a flash of snow, gleaming with blue light along its former cracks. Fjord shakes his head at Molly, tsking as he parries the first blow. ]
No spells, just swords? We have to go out later, remember.
You have a magic holy sword, I've just evening the odds!
[ His new scimitars are nice and a little bit magic, but Fjord's is some kind of fancy artifact and he doesn't want to break them quite yet. So rites it is.
Moving back, tail swishing and a grin on his face, he waits for Fjord to advance this time. ]
[ The first swing is parried and the other ducked, and it feels really good to be moving again, making quick decisions and and quicker movements. Fjord has better reach than Molly and more power in his swing, but the tiefling's dual-wielding makes up for some of that as he doesn't have to pull back for the next slice and instead whirls through both in smooth succession.
It might just be a spar and he wasn't aiming to cut anything, but it still got the blood pumping. ]
[ Molly gets plenty of targets to aim for, the swiftness Fjord moves with a product of those Paladin muscles that were holding down the tiefling the night before. He winks over a furious clash of blades, kicking out for Molly's middle in a dirty move. ]
[ Footfalls and metal clangs are mixed with heavy breaths as they fight, and it is going fairly well until Molly's kicked in the gut and staggers back. Immediately throwing his scimitars up to block any sword swing that would follow up that kick (he's definitely getting you back for that later, Fjord), he then makes sure to put space between them again. ]
You're really good with that big, heavy thing, Fjord. Such girth on that shaft, I'm sure it'll split a man in two.
[ He twirls his scimitars in his hands, amused. ]
It must be so hard in your hand, appearing when you think about getting me all sweaty for you.
[ The bastard. Fjord takes a deep breath to steady and centre himself, finding peace out of reach. It's unfair tactics! ]
If you stop dancing around so much, I'll let you measure it for yourself.
[ He aims a piercing strike between Molly's feet to dig the tip of the Star Razor into the dirt as an anchor, the shaft of the gleaming blade inches below his groin and a green grasp holding the handle steady a foot away. ]
[ All is fair in love and war, Fjord! He uses that wicked tongue in his enemies as well, but he doesn't stroke their hot blood in the nice way.
Molly tries to parry the Star Razor as it comes down, but he eases off once it hits the ground and balances so precariously. He moves up a bit, just so that it slides in between his thighs, which is decidedly not what you do with enemies. ]
[ His grin crinkles the corners of his eyes as he keeps the sword still, not wanting Molly to get hurt because they were distracted. And they are, rapidly. He leans in for a kiss but uses his height to keep one out of range, as if thinking about it. ]
Careful, a big old weapon like mine might split you in two. Imagine, not being able to feel anything but my sword inside you, so big that it's everywhere you move ...
Oh, I might have had a taste of that already. Ruining me with your thick blade.
[ This is definitely not sparring. ]
I'm decent at swallowing sword, but yours would really make my jaw ache in the best of ways.
[ Molly very carefully sways his hips a bit right on top of that damn sword - which is kind of cold, he notices. Almost like his own rite. ]
How badly do you want to shove that big weapon into me, Fjord? Make me scream out your name as you ram it inside?
[ Molly's scimitars are flicked again, and he jams both pommels against Fjord's hand to make him let go of the weapon - so he can take his own attack. What, did you think this was over? ]
[ Lured in by Molly's filthy tongue, he's the weaker of them and tries to steal that kiss when he feels an inner thigh bump his blade, but he's too slow and pommels smack into his hand for his trouble. Ouch. ]
Fuck!
[ Spells are back on the menu! He Blinks out of sight. ]
[ He's so proud of himself. Really uncomfortably hard in his stupid leggings, but proud.
Cackling as Fjord blinks away, Molly takes a stance and waits for him to return to this plane. ]
Cheating, darling!
[ Maybe can can curse him into being bound with that new thing he found? That would just add to the torture, Molly decides, and instead plans to jump the half-orc as soon as he sees him. Holding his action. ]
[ Oh, shit. He didn't think Fjord could just vaporize his sword from wherever, but that was a dumb mistake to make. It was a bloody magic sword, after all. Had the paladin not yelled at him and this wasn't just a spar, Molly might have been about a head shorter.
As it is, however, he drops to the ground like someone cut his strings, and then rolls up on his feet once more, about a tiefling-length away from Fjord. ]
I guess spells on the menu, then?
[ Here's an oldie but a goodie; the red feather on his neck bleeds as he casts the curse of the eyeless to briefly blind his friend. ]
[ Shit! Being blind sucks!! Counterspell fails impressively and Fjord stumbles back blinking widely at nothing. ]
How are we supposed to spar if I can't see you!
[ It's a good point to make, he feels. He says a mental Fuck It and attacks with two swings where he remembers Molly being on his periphery, chancing it even though (without being willing to waste more spells before the day is ever started) he's clearly lost. ]
[ Molly laughs, moving aside as Fjord comes slashing blindly. The counterspell definitely doesn't work on something that isn't technically a spell, so he's fucked either way.
Thankfully it isn't more an a breath or two of darkness before light comes back again, but by then the tiefling has his swords at Fjord's throat and his lips against those green ones.
Seems he'll be doing quite well in any oncoming battle, despite being out of commission for so long. ]
[ When the world comes back it's too bright to see much and Molly's face is mashed in close as he kisses Fjord over the cold sting of his scimitars, so it makes little difference. He dispels his sword and runs his hands up the slinky hips before him, spreading his hands around the curve of an ass. ]
Next time I'm Eldritch Blasting you, you sneaky bastard ...
[ He withdraws the scimitars and puts them back in the scabbards with a smile, and then leans to that wide chest. Fjord smells of leather and sweat, an a little bit of cold and faintly arcane. It's quite lovely. ]
Mm, but then how am I going to be able to have my way with you if you blow un-fun holes in me?
[ Molly nips Fjord's lower lip slightly, the forks in his tongue tickling as he does. ]
[ He breaks into laughter at that, and it only gets louder as veth comes and bothers them in the middle of making out. Molly smooches Fjord's cheek and then heads towards the former goblin to threaten to walk in on her and Yeza next time, happily reminding her she's not so quiet either.
They're bickering all the ways back to the others, Molly smiling all the way and giving Fjord a look now and then. Once they're inside, he throws himself in Yasha's lap. ]
So what are we doing again? Something about talking to the magic man in the tower and seeing Jessie's mom?
[ Fjord dips into the kitchen to snag the breakfast leftovers, munching on rolled-up pancakes when he leans in the lounge doorway to catch the tail-end of Molly's question. ]
We're going to the coast?
[ He's down for that, entirely. It would be nice to see the actual sun for once.
I have some theories I want to discuss with Yussa, says Caleb, interrupted by Jester's perky, And it's been too long since I saw Mama, so we can make it a vacation!
It is not a vacation, Jes-
A vacation!!
Fjord finds his gaze drawn to Molly, it being the first time the tiefling has journeyed to the Menagerie. Somehow that makes it all the more exciting, even if Fjord knows there's more to see and do there than hang out together like a couple. Which, they ... aren't? Sort of. He isn't sure and decides to think positively about the trip instead, determined not to be overbearing or weird. Jester has already cottoned on to the same mode of thought and excitedly informs Molly about seeing Marion sing.]
[ Molly's tail is swishing with excitement, immediately looking forward to seeing the Menagerie Coast and Jester's mother since he missed that the first time. Also the ocean, which almost the most exciting part after hearing everything about the Nein's adventures at sea. Maybe they could even see the Balleater in all its glory?
(He loves Jester and her mind so much.)
As the rest of the party decides to leave as soon as everyone has their stuff and are ready, their little blue cleric adds that 'The Chateau's walls are soundproof' with a wiggle of her brows to Fjord. That makes Molly laugh again, but there's a bit of worry running down his spine.
Were they a couple now? Was this an official thing? (Could he handle that?) It's a little terrifying, honestly. He doesn't trust himself to not hurt Fjord.
The tiefling's tail stills a bit before he loudly declares that he's going to go packing, slinking out of his barbarian-shaped chair. ]
[ With a penchant for observing people he notices how Molly recedes from the excitement after Jester makes her jokes, giving him five minutes alone upstairs before excusing himself to do the same and pack. He already has his mind made up on what to say by the time he's at the top of the stairs, an easy decision to make given how things had gone last night (the talks, not the ... rest).
He raps on the bedroom door with a careless friendliness, making a point of not entering when he leans around it. ]
Hey, Molly? Fair warning, I'll be getting up early while we're down on the coast so I'll be taking my normal room at the chateau, I don't want to wake people up every morning. Do you mind?
[ The most casual of outs, because he suspects Molly needs one. ]
[ Molly's still fretting a bit about feelings when Fjord knocks on the door, and seeing the person responsible for all those feelings is both soothing and a little panic-inducing in one. Did he want a relationship? He's never had one and it's both something he'd like to experience and something that he's terrified will fuck the group up as soon as he messes it up somehow.
He doesn't want to hurt Fjord and at the same time he doesn't want to be bound to something or someone.
Then Fjord is there and gives him a good out, yet somehow he feels... disappointed? What the fuck?
Emotions make no fucking sense. ]
Alright. That sounds fine, I only need Beau yelling in the morning once in my life to know its something I won't miss.
[ She's coming after him sooner or later, he knows it. She's already warned him that she'll make sure he doesn't die again. ]
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No spells, just swords? We have to go out later, remember.
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[ His new scimitars are nice and a little bit magic, but Fjord's is some kind of fancy artifact and he doesn't want to break them quite yet. So rites it is.
Moving back, tail swishing and a grin on his face, he waits for Fjord to advance this time. ]
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You need to work on using those.
[ Two attacks with all he has, that's what Molly can look forward to as Fjord sweeps in. ]
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It might just be a spar and he wasn't aiming to cut anything, but it still got the blood pumping. ]
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You're really good with that big, heavy thing, Fjord. Such girth on that shaft, I'm sure it'll split a man in two.
[ He twirls his scimitars in his hands, amused. ]
It must be so hard in your hand, appearing when you think about getting me all sweaty for you.
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If you stop dancing around so much, I'll let you measure it for yourself.
[ He aims a piercing strike between Molly's feet to dig the tip of the Star Razor into the dirt as an anchor, the shaft of the gleaming blade inches below his groin and a green grasp holding the handle steady a foot away. ]
Oh, look. It barely fits.
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Molly tries to parry the Star Razor as it comes down, but he eases off once it hits the ground and balances so precariously. He moves up a bit, just so that it slides in between his thighs, which is decidedly not what you do with enemies. ]
Mhm... so big for me, darling.
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Careful, a big old weapon like mine might split you in two. Imagine, not being able to feel anything but my sword inside you, so big that it's everywhere you move ...
[ Sparring this is not. ]
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[ This is definitely not sparring. ]
I'm decent at swallowing sword, but yours would really make my jaw ache in the best of ways.
[ Molly very carefully sways his hips a bit right on top of that damn sword - which is kind of cold, he notices. Almost like his own rite. ]
How badly do you want to shove that big weapon into me, Fjord? Make me scream out your name as you ram it inside?
[ Molly's scimitars are flicked again, and he jams both pommels against Fjord's hand to make him let go of the weapon - so he can take his own attack. What, did you think this was over? ]
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Fuck!
[ Spells are back on the menu! He Blinks out of sight. ]
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Cackling as Fjord blinks away, Molly takes a stance and waits for him to return to this plane. ]
Cheating, darling!
[ Maybe can can curse him into being bound with that new thing he found? That would just add to the torture, Molly decides, and instead plans to jump the half-orc as soon as he sees him. Holding his action. ]
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Think fast!
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As it is, however, he drops to the ground like someone cut his strings, and then rolls up on his feet once more, about a tiefling-length away from Fjord. ]
I guess spells on the menu, then?
[ Here's an oldie but a goodie; the red feather on his neck bleeds as he casts the curse of the eyeless to briefly blind his friend. ]
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How are we supposed to spar if I can't see you!
[ It's a good point to make, he feels. He says a mental Fuck It and attacks with two swings where he remembers Molly being on his periphery, chancing it even though (without being willing to waste more spells before the day is ever started) he's clearly lost. ]
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Thankfully it isn't more an a breath or two of darkness before light comes back again, but by then the tiefling has his swords at Fjord's throat and his lips against those green ones.
Seems he'll be doing quite well in any oncoming battle, despite being out of commission for so long. ]
I win.
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Next time I'm Eldritch Blasting you, you sneaky bastard ...
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Mm, but then how am I going to be able to have my way with you if you blow un-fun holes in me?
[ Molly nips Fjord's lower lip slightly, the forks in his tongue tickling as he does. ]
Now, about that sword-swallowing...
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[ Stupidly giddy as he runs his hands over Molly to draw him in against his armour, he tries to catch that forked tongue between his teeth —
Gross! I told you they weren't sparring!
Veth gets a glare for her rude interruption, the embrace around Molly defiantly tightening. ]
Something you need?
[ We're leaving, put your junk back in and hurry up! ]
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They're bickering all the ways back to the others, Molly smiling all the way and giving Fjord a look now and then. Once they're inside, he throws himself in Yasha's lap. ]
So what are we doing again? Something about talking to the magic man in the tower and seeing Jessie's mom?
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We're going to the coast?
[ He's down for that, entirely. It would be nice to see the actual sun for once.
I have some theories I want to discuss with Yussa, says Caleb, interrupted by Jester's perky, And it's been too long since I saw Mama, so we can make it a vacation!
It is not a vacation, Jes-
A vacation!!
Fjord finds his gaze drawn to Molly, it being the first time the tiefling has journeyed to the Menagerie. Somehow that makes it all the more exciting, even if Fjord knows there's more to see and do there than hang out together like a couple. Which, they ... aren't? Sort of. He isn't sure and decides to think positively about the trip instead, determined not to be overbearing or weird. Jester has already cottoned on to the same mode of thought and excitedly informs Molly about seeing Marion sing.]
Sounds good to me, when do we leave?
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(He loves Jester and her mind so much.)
As the rest of the party decides to leave as soon as everyone has their stuff and are ready, their little blue cleric adds that 'The Chateau's walls are soundproof' with a wiggle of her brows to Fjord. That makes Molly laugh again, but there's a bit of worry running down his spine.
Were they a couple now? Was this an official thing? (Could he handle that?) It's a little terrifying, honestly. He doesn't trust himself to not hurt Fjord.
The tiefling's tail stills a bit before he loudly declares that he's going to go packing, slinking out of his barbarian-shaped chair. ]
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He raps on the bedroom door with a careless friendliness, making a point of not entering when he leans around it. ]
Hey, Molly? Fair warning, I'll be getting up early while we're down on the coast so I'll be taking my normal room at the chateau, I don't want to wake people up every morning. Do you mind?
[ The most casual of outs, because he suspects Molly needs one. ]
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He doesn't want to hurt Fjord and at the same time he doesn't want to be bound to something or someone.
Then Fjord is there and gives him a good out, yet somehow he feels... disappointed? What the fuck?
Emotions make no fucking sense. ]
Alright. That sounds fine, I only need Beau yelling in the morning once in my life to know its something I won't miss.
[ She's coming after him sooner or later, he knows it. She's already warned him that she'll make sure he doesn't die again. ]
You're showing me the ocean, though.
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Alright, but you're coming in with me.
[ Absolutely planning to dunk him. ]
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