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. ]
[ They're skinnydipping, no ifs (but a lot of butts) about it. Molly wants to see Fjord in his right element and the waves against his skin. See if Caduceus' comment about it smelling weird but nice is true.
Swimming in a river or a lake is very different to swimming in the sea, there's a tide like a heartbeat that will pull you out into the deep if you're not careful, [ he gives him a wink, ] so be sure to hold onto me very tightly.
[ Fjord holds their eye-contact for a moment longer before thumping the doorframe and heading to his room. He calls back, ]
You won't need your coat until it gets dark, pack some thin layers for the heat!
That's appropriately terrifying, thank you. I'll make sure to get a handful of green to keep me safe.
[ He winks back and then moves to pack the last things once Fjord heads out. Right, it's warm in the Menagerie Coast, not chilly like Rosohna or the Empire. He could wear some nice slinky things without his dick shriveling up or his nipples threatening to poke someone's eyes out.
(That makes him think, though. There's going to be a lot of interesting, funny and attractive people down there to spend time with. Normally this would excite him, but now it was just... strange.)
About ten or so minutes later, he's got a satchel of things over his shouldewer and his coat on one arm, rinsed off after the sparring and with some new gold eyeliner. It seems like Caleb is just about done with the teleportation thing, so he gets ready to jump. ]
[ It's a combination of hearing Molly throwing clothes around across the hall and the girls next door deciding what to take with them too (loudly; apparently Beau is borrowing a dress, that's going to be interesting later) that makes this feel like an actual vacation instead of a fake one. Caleb will undoubtedly be Getting Shit Done but everyone else is just along for the ride, so Fjord starts to make plans in his head. He can hear Jester babbling about Marion's performance tonight so they will all be sitting in for that, then he supposes Molly will need introducing to her ... It's still early, there's plenty of time for them to show Molly the ocean. Or for Fjord to. Whoever goes.
He keeps all his armour on as they head to the circle downstairs but he has a bunch of clean shirts in a bag along with some of his lotions and grooming paraphernalia. Mostly, he's excited for the sun and the heat, because both of those things make him think Home in a way he can't shake. ]
Alright, are we all here? Let's go!
[ He absolutely hates travelling this way, hates Yussa's dim tower, and the stuffy wizard-y smell of books, but the spell is certainly efficient. ]
[ The teleporting does make his stomach lurch a little, but it is amazing and Molly loves it.
This time it seems like they have broken their streak of failing to tell Yussa they're coming, since Caleb technically already made an appointment with the strange elf. He's an interesting sort, Molly thinks, and would probably ask who makes his robes if it wasn't for how busy the two wizards were almost immediately. Instead he follows Jester's tugs on his arms and steps outside into heat and the scent of the nearby sea.
Grinning, he immediately looks around, charmed by the city. Molly barely listens as the others discuss going to the Chateau to leave their things and say hi to Marion, already gravitating towards a shop to look in the window. ]
'Sea Treasures'? What a quaint name. I bet most places here have a sea-theme.
[ They're going to lose Molly in the first crowd they come across, aren't they? Shit. Their friends know the way to Marion's but the purple menace doesn't so Fjord hangs back and calls over the heads of passers-by. ]
Mollymauk! We can sightsee when we're settled, come on.
[ Waving him away from every sparkly thing in that window. ]
[ He turns at that, smiling before he pulls himself away from the window and makes a mental note to come back there later to explore more.
Fjord had a point, though, and he wanted to put his coat and doublet somewhere safe as he wouldn't be wearing them much in this heat. The sun was shining so nicely, making all his jewelry sparkle and giving him a good mood, forgetting all the worries for a while and just heading back to join the others. ]
I can't wait to see Jester's mother! She must be lovely.
[ It's meant to be an insult but just comes out fondly annoyed; nothing barbed that he says comes out quite the same anymore. Fjord is eager to dump his stuff and get comfortable, starting to sweat under his cloak as the sun beams down from a cloudless sky, glinting off all of Molly's hornwear. There are more tieflings here than in Rosohna, the majority decked out like flashy cousins of the perky lavender brat at Fjord's side, and more than a few wink and coo the way of some of the Nein, laughing as they pass.
Maybe bringing Molly here will recharge him so much he'll explode from joy, no more moping about in kitchens.
When a human starts to fall into step with Molly and ask if he's free for the night, Fjord reaches over Molly's head to shove the guy away, back into the throngs of people along the wharf. ]
[ It's cute, how the half-orc tries to start something but it immediately just sounds sweet rather than the little tease it was supposed to be. Molly chuckles and comfortably walks next to Fjord for a while until he starts to see other tieflings. He hasn't really seen any since Jester and it's exciting to see others of his kind.
Especially when they start hooting at him in infernal and he has to clap back with 'yeah his dick is proportional, too!' in his native tongue to build up Fjord when someone makes a saucy comment about that thick, armor-covered chest. He's too busy laughing that he barely even notices the guy that asks if he's free, and the next second his 'suitor' is pushed away before Molly could reply.
The array of feelings that the gesture creates are so weird. Irritation to be disturbed, but also irritation that Fjord did that. Gratitude that Fjord did that. A bit of fear just for the hell of it. Affection, to be protected even if he didn't need to be.
He settles on amusement. It was safest. ]
You know, I'm pretty sure he thinks you bought me for the night, now.
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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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[ They're skinnydipping, no ifs (but a lot of butts) about it. Molly wants to see Fjord in his right element and the waves against his skin. See if Caduceus' comment about it smelling weird but nice is true.
(He wants to kiss Fjord on the beach.) ]
I'm glad I still rememeber how to swim.
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[ Fjord holds their eye-contact for a moment longer before thumping the doorframe and heading to his room. He calls back, ]
You won't need your coat until it gets dark, pack some thin layers for the heat!
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[ He winks back and then moves to pack the last things once Fjord heads out. Right, it's warm in the Menagerie Coast, not chilly like Rosohna or the Empire. He could wear some nice slinky things without his dick shriveling up or his nipples threatening to poke someone's eyes out.
(That makes him think, though. There's going to be a lot of interesting, funny and attractive people down there to spend time with. Normally this would excite him, but now it was just... strange.)
About ten or so minutes later, he's got a satchel of things over his shouldewer and his coat on one arm, rinsed off after the sparring and with some new gold eyeliner. It seems like Caleb is just about done with the teleportation thing, so he gets ready to jump. ]
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He keeps all his armour on as they head to the circle downstairs but he has a bunch of clean shirts in a bag along with some of his lotions and grooming paraphernalia. Mostly, he's excited for the sun and the heat, because both of those things make him think Home in a way he can't shake. ]
Alright, are we all here? Let's go!
[ He absolutely hates travelling this way, hates Yussa's dim tower, and the stuffy wizard-y smell of books, but the spell is certainly efficient. ]
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This time it seems like they have broken their streak of failing to tell Yussa they're coming, since Caleb technically already made an appointment with the strange elf. He's an interesting sort, Molly thinks, and would probably ask who makes his robes if it wasn't for how busy the two wizards were almost immediately. Instead he follows Jester's tugs on his arms and steps outside into heat and the scent of the nearby sea.
Grinning, he immediately looks around, charmed by the city. Molly barely listens as the others discuss going to the Chateau to leave their things and say hi to Marion, already gravitating towards a shop to look in the window. ]
'Sea Treasures'? What a quaint name. I bet most places here have a sea-theme.
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Mollymauk! We can sightsee when we're settled, come on.
[ Waving him away from every sparkly thing in that window. ]
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Fjord had a point, though, and he wanted to put his coat and doublet somewhere safe as he wouldn't be wearing them much in this heat. The sun was shining so nicely, making all his jewelry sparkle and giving him a good mood, forgetting all the worries for a while and just heading back to join the others. ]
I can't wait to see Jester's mother! She must be lovely.
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[ It's meant to be an insult but just comes out fondly annoyed; nothing barbed that he says comes out quite the same anymore. Fjord is eager to dump his stuff and get comfortable, starting to sweat under his cloak as the sun beams down from a cloudless sky, glinting off all of Molly's hornwear. There are more tieflings here than in Rosohna, the majority decked out like flashy cousins of the perky lavender brat at Fjord's side, and more than a few wink and coo the way of some of the Nein, laughing as they pass.
Maybe bringing Molly here will recharge him so much he'll explode from joy, no more moping about in kitchens.
When a human starts to fall into step with Molly and ask if he's free for the night, Fjord reaches over Molly's head to shove the guy away, back into the throngs of people along the wharf. ]
No, thank you, he's busy.
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Especially when they start hooting at him in infernal and he has to clap back with 'yeah his dick is proportional, too!' in his native tongue to build up Fjord when someone makes a saucy comment about that thick, armor-covered chest. He's too busy laughing that he barely even notices the guy that asks if he's free, and the next second his 'suitor' is pushed away before Molly could reply.
The array of feelings that the gesture creates are so weird. Irritation to be disturbed, but also irritation that Fjord did that. Gratitude that Fjord did that. A bit of fear just for the hell of it. Affection, to be protected even if he didn't need to be.
He settles on amusement. It was safest. ]
You know, I'm pretty sure he thinks you bought me for the night, now.
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