How can you be blushing after the dicking you just gave me?
[ Molly asks with a laugh, hugging Fjord closer. He runs his hands down that strong back, gently dragging his nails over the thick muscles. This was nice, he tells himself, and it's true.
Just a bit of anxiety raising its head after he came back to himself. ]
[ Dicking of the heart, maybe!! That sounds weird. What he asks is part joking, part serious. ]
Is that what I am now, your darling?
[ His touch skims its way to cup Molly's jaw, brushing his cheek. Fjord is completely given over to soft gazes and gentle caresses, blinking slowly as he takes in the flustered, dishevelled state that he caused. ]
[ He smiles awkwardly at that, but leaning into the touch. His heart is thundering in his chest, and Molly doesn't know what to do with it. It's sex. Sex shouldn't give him these feelings. ]
Yeah.
[ He says, a little shaky. There's panic building up in him, and he hugs Fjord closer, trying to keep it down. He can have an existential crisis later, not when he's comfortable in the half-orc's arm and a mess after what they had just done. ]
[ It's awkward for Molly, more so than it is for Fjord, that much is obvious. Maybe it's that devil-may-care attitude catching up with him at last; Fjord hopes so, wrapping him up in a hug to help Molly hide a little longer. A kiss finds a horn, once at the top and then at the base. ]
So ... we kind of wrecked your bed.
[ To put it lightly, sheets soaked and twisted underneath Molly's come-covered backside. Fjord leaves more kisses down a cheek to find those lips. ]
How about I head over to my room and you meet me there?
[ This is all new and wonderful but he isn't sure how much privacy Molly needs, so he gives him every opportunity for it. It's not a problem, Fjord hopes he's a good (friend? lover? boyfriend??) partner, that's all. ]
[ He understand an out when he hears one, and it's a really confusing mix of disappointment and relief in one. Molly kisses back, long and sweet before he starts untangling himself from the bedclothes and shivering as he feels more of Fjord flow out of him. ]
It's good that the mattresses are waterproof here, hmm?
[ He says with a chuckle, before reaching up to brush back his sweaty hair from his face. he doesn't want to leave the nice heat of Fjord's body, running a hand over the half-orc's hip slowly. ]
[ He finds that he really, really likes how touchy Molly can be, patting the hand on his hip as he leans in for that lingering kiss. The way Molly moves and shivers as a result is wildly hot too, any more sights like that and it could inspire a round two despite Fjord feeling wrung-out after one round of sex (for once). ]
I'll be waiting for you. Third door down the hall on the left, don't get it wrong or you'll have the others asking a hundred questions.
[ Fjord finds his pants to pull on for decency's sake, shirt in-hand as he backs off to the door. He sends Molly (the sight of whom surrounded in messy blankets is a lovely one) a smile. ]
[ Mollymauk watches Fjord as the half-orc leaves and then takes a moment to breathe and get his mind into gear, both from the amazing sex and his weird anxiety. Getting out of the bed, he cleans up somewhat and puts a nice pile of gold on the messy sheets as an apology to the maids. (He figures they've seen worse.)
Putting on his vibrant coat to cover up a bit, Molly opens the door to the hallway and then stops. His tail wraps around one leg and he has to force down the fear again. Everything was going to be fine. This was something he wanted. It made him happy.
It made Fjord happy.
Rubbing his face, the tiefling heads over to their palalock's room and knocks gently before he slips inside. ]
[ In the time it takes for Molly to clean up a platter of fruit has (somewhat ironically, maybe) been asked for and currently lives on his lap. Fjord is reclined against a headboard full of pillows, the blankets pooled around his hips in a way that leaves no doubt as to whether he's sleeping naked tonight or not, a dark happy-trail leading to the low-slung covers. ]
Hey! I got snacks. Are you hungry?
[ Slicing through a strawberry with a tusk, his expression is all the brighter for seeing Molly actually come to his room and not chicken out as Fjord feared. ]
[ It's a sight directly from Jester's smut novels. Fjord, looking delicious and wonderful with a tray of fruits. His eyes are easily drawn towards the trail of hair leading to the low-slung blankets, and he doesn't need Caleb's memory skills to sear this look into his brain forever.
Fjord is gorgeous and kind and can turn him into jelly with his dick and it's... it's a lot.
Hanging off his coat, Molly moves towards the bed and slips into it, getting under the silky covers and resting his head against the pillows. He's not really hungry, not after that dinner and the nerves in his stomach, but he could never say no to a strawberry. ]
[ Is it weird? He must be making it weird. Lying down with your bro-come-boyfriend for the first time without fucking each other exhausted first, it's ... odd. He feels kind of sick, in a good way? He's also certain he's the most boring person in the world because smalltalk isn't his vibe and neither is it Molly's and, wow. ]
[ Even when awkward and full of weird emotions, Molly still somehow manages to longue like an emperor in what isn't even his own bed. He reaches out to take the pear in his fingers and eats it, looking at Fjord with a bit of softness in them.
He likes this.
He just doesn't know how to deal with it. ]
Jester says it's a vacation and we're going to do fun things only. Everyone except Caleb, of course.
[ His leg brushes alongside Molly's, hooking an ankle over his. ]
I'm not sure how much fun it will be but I'll be getting my enchanted armour mended, if you want me to take anything along to the shop for you.
[ Assuming Molly heads out with the girls. Fjord finds he doesn't mind does him a favour, if he needs one, although he won't invite anyone else to ply him with their shopping or chores lists. ]
Molly replies by slinking his tail around a thigh, the spade resting on Fjord's knee.
All my magic stuff is good. [ He says, as he's only seen a few battles since he was raised again. He was still getting used to the new scimitars, but he's definitely enjoying them. ] Let's make sure we have healing potions, though.
[ This is really strange, kind of domestic but at the same time just a chat that they would have normally? Yet at the same time he's next to Fjord and leaning his head to a shoulder with a pleased sigh. Gods, how is he so fucked up about this? He doesn't even know exactly what's scaring him.
Choking down a yawn, the tiefling kisses a shoulder. ]
You fucked my brains out again so I think I'll try to sleep. Leave the fruit for the morning.
[ All the crass talk in the world can't stop Fjord taking that spaded tail and kissing it delicately, eyes on Molly like he could transfer the tenderness of his lips with a look. ]
Alright.
[ The platter is set down on the floor, leaving him free to wrap an arm around Molly and playfully drag him in for another kiss on the neck, this one lingering. ]
The cost of sleeping in this bed is ... ten more of those.
[ That sweet look is balm to his heart and panic in his guts, but Molly cannot resist leaning into the kiss. It's just as important as breathing, feeling those lips against his skin and the closeness of Fjord. It is quite exhausting to be whipping between emotions and after such a good fuck, and he hides a yawn against that lovely chest. ]
[ Forced to pay for the honour of having Molly grace his bed, Fjord sets soft kisses in the tiefling's hair as he pulls the blankets up around them. He hears a memory from outside a cart, a sickening sound of steel on flesh, someone spitting, then the heavy whumph of a body; he nuzzles a crown of curls in direct contrast to the horrid thoughts, drawing circles on a tattooed back under the blankets as if he's a wizard marking out a protective spell. Do no harm here. He'll never let a fight come to that again, because next time he'll damn well be able to help.
His voice is a murmur in the dying candlelight once a few peaceful minutes have passed with Molly in his arms, alive and well and very fuckable. Very ... touchable. Molly is safe and that's all Fjord wants, to hold him like this every night. Something about the disturbing idea of losing him without warning all over again makes him brave. ]
[ It's all really lovely and Molly's relaxing under Fjord's touch, the gentle kisses and touches exactly what he needs. He's a touch-based creature, giving claps on the arm, forehead kisses and a hand at the back every day of his life. He's happy and actually feels like he might be able to just squash all the stupid anxiousness down and just let this be something nice.
Then Fjord says that and the tiefling stiffens under the gentle touch, pushing back away from his bedmate with wide red eyes. He sits up, out of the bed with a somewhat wobbly gait, tail swishing like he's angry. ]
You... you think you're... Fjord we fucked.... we fucked twice how... fuck.
[ Astonished at the sudden one-eighty in mood, he hurries out of bed to snatch Molly's wrist before he can leave the room. ]
Wait. [ 'We fucked twice.' He's never been stabbed by an icicle when wearing Armour of Agathys but he thinks it might feel like this. In a panic his words fail. ] ... Don't leave, please.
[ He stares at the hand on his wrist and then back up at Fjord. There's fear on his pretty features, and something like regret in his eyes. ]
You said you only wanted what I can give. Well, here we are.
[ It hurt to say it, it kills him to wound this sweet man like this. His friend. But better now than when he fucks it up and hurts him even more. Molly's not a good person; he tries to be, wants to be but he knows he's fickle, and ornery and heading for destruction in one way or the other.
Dying didn't change that, even if he can't feel Lucien any more.
He's more trouble than he's worth, and he'd rather see it off now than later. (But Moonweaver, it hurt. He was happy just an hour ago and now he's terrified. ]
[ Confused and worried by the look of fear in Molly's face, he drops the hold and takes a step back. Not five minutes ago they were about to fall asleep, not an hour ago he was inside him, the alarm in Molly makes no sense. ]
I know what I said, I meant it at the time. I just thought ...
[ He hit a brick wall of feelings and today in the ocean it felt like his heart was made of the same sunbeams that touched them where they kissed in the depths. He searches him for a shred of the warm welcome that has been dripping off Molly in Fjord's direction all day. ]
You said you'd be mine and wouldn't sleep around; you asked me to claim you. [ An unlikable part of his rationale reminds him they were fucking at the time, so he probably shouldn't have taken it seriously. His voice softens, ] It meant something to me, in there.
[ It's not gone; it's there in the way his eyes linger, and the way his tail curls like it wasnt to wrap around Fjord. It's there in the way he hasn't stormed off yet. This was one of the best days of his short life and now it's a nightmare both because what Fjord just said and because Molly's making a mess of it.
Those red eyes widen a bit when the words and begging from him while they fucked come back, and he knows he meant it. Means it. Molly doesn't trust himself, though. He doesn't know if he'll just flit away to something else as soon as he gets bored or scared or drunk.
Everything they have here is making him so happy, but it also feels like being trapped. ]
I know. I... I know what I said. I meant... means something to me too. It wasn't just sex. It's something I would... no, I just... don't think I can give you what you want, Fjord. Fuck.
[ He doesn't stop Molly from leaving but frustration starts to overcome his own fears. His weight shifts on the spot, arms spreading. ]
What's time going to change? I just want you.
[ He should have kept his mouth shut, it only felt like he didn't have to with Molly. It felt different, and good. And now it feels like he blasted himself in the chest. Running a hand through his hair as he looks Molly over for answers it strikes him he's naked, they both are, but Molly's leaving. ]
Fuck. At least ...
[ He scoops up the brightly decorated coat and hands it over, head down as his shoulders sink dejectedly. ]
[ Molly's gaze slides from Fjord's face to his own feet, because he can't bear seeing that look on the half-orc's face. The fact that he's naked doesn't seem to be bothering him at all, but when he's handed his coat he takes it and shrugs it over his shoulders. ]
...thanks.
[ Hesitating for a moment, he then opens the door and heads out. The purple shell is still hanging from one horn, untouched despite their painful differences of opinion.
Going back to his room, Mollymauk gets dressed and leaves the Chateau. He doesn't come home again that night, and isn't there for breakfast. ]
[ 'Why should I know where Mollymauk is?' It's not the right thing to snap at breakfast when the others ask, silence falling like a stone. Having spent the night restlessly pulled between sleeping and waking after hearing Molly leave the Chateau, the only reason Fjord appears for food is that eating eases the pain in his chest by filling his belly instead. He avoids Yasha's frown and leaves with a handful of sweetbread, tearing into it angrily on his way out for the day, armour slung over a shoulder.
He spends most of his day waiting for his chestplate to be fixed, drinking away silver coins in taverns and eating even more food too hearty for him, queasy and a little drunk by the time he stumbles back to the Chateau by late afternoon, a black mood making him look like the mean half-orc the silly bastards at Driftwood always assumed he was. It gets people out of his way en route to the bar, at least.
His heart and lungs and bones hurt, it's not time to stop drinking yet. ]
[ When Fjord returns, Yasha is waiting by the bar with a tankard for him. There's no judgement on her face, just a bit of concern as she crosses her arms and leans back a bit.
He's not back yet. The barbarian says, pointedly. You should go find him. Molly doesn't mean to hurt you, Fjord. He's scared, that's why he needed patience.
She claps him on the shoulder, maybe a tad bit harder than necessary. Bring him back. ]
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[ Molly asks with a laugh, hugging Fjord closer. He runs his hands down that strong back, gently dragging his nails over the thick muscles. This was nice, he tells himself, and it's true.
Just a bit of anxiety raising its head after he came back to himself. ]
It was wonderful, darling.
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Is that what I am now, your darling?
[ His touch skims its way to cup Molly's jaw, brushing his cheek. Fjord is completely given over to soft gazes and gentle caresses, blinking slowly as he takes in the flustered, dishevelled state that he caused. ]
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Yeah.
[ He says, a little shaky. There's panic building up in him, and he hugs Fjord closer, trying to keep it down. He can have an existential crisis later, not when he's comfortable in the half-orc's arm and a mess after what they had just done. ]
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So ... we kind of wrecked your bed.
[ To put it lightly, sheets soaked and twisted underneath Molly's come-covered backside. Fjord leaves more kisses down a cheek to find those lips. ]
How about I head over to my room and you meet me there?
[ This is all new and wonderful but he isn't sure how much privacy Molly needs, so he gives him every opportunity for it. It's not a problem, Fjord hopes he's a good (friend? lover? boyfriend??) partner, that's all. ]
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[ He understand an out when he hears one, and it's a really confusing mix of disappointment and relief in one. Molly kisses back, long and sweet before he starts untangling himself from the bedclothes and shivering as he feels more of Fjord flow out of him. ]
It's good that the mattresses are waterproof here, hmm?
[ He says with a chuckle, before reaching up to brush back his sweaty hair from his face. he doesn't want to leave the nice heat of Fjord's body, running a hand over the half-orc's hip slowly. ]
I'll be with you soon.
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[ He finds that he really, really likes how touchy Molly can be, patting the hand on his hip as he leans in for that lingering kiss. The way Molly moves and shivers as a result is wildly hot too, any more sights like that and it could inspire a round two despite Fjord feeling wrung-out after one round of sex (for once). ]
I'll be waiting for you. Third door down the hall on the left, don't get it wrong or you'll have the others asking a hundred questions.
[ Fjord finds his pants to pull on for decency's sake, shirt in-hand as he backs off to the door. He sends Molly (the sight of whom surrounded in messy blankets is a lovely one) a smile. ]
See you in a bit.
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[ Mollymauk watches Fjord as the half-orc leaves and then takes a moment to breathe and get his mind into gear, both from the amazing sex and his weird anxiety. Getting out of the bed, he cleans up somewhat and puts a nice pile of gold on the messy sheets as an apology to the maids. (He figures they've seen worse.)
Putting on his vibrant coat to cover up a bit, Molly opens the door to the hallway and then stops. His tail wraps around one leg and he has to force down the fear again. Everything was going to be fine. This was something he wanted. It made him happy.
It made Fjord happy.
Rubbing his face, the tiefling heads over to their palalock's room and knocks gently before he slips inside. ]
Hey.
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Hey! I got snacks. Are you hungry?
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[ It's a sight directly from Jester's smut novels. Fjord, looking delicious and wonderful with a tray of fruits. His eyes are easily drawn towards the trail of hair leading to the low-slung blankets, and he doesn't need Caleb's memory skills to sear this look into his brain forever.
Fjord is gorgeous and kind and can turn him into jelly with his dick and it's... it's a lot.
Hanging off his coat, Molly moves towards the bed and slips into it, getting under the silky covers and resting his head against the pillows. He's not really hungry, not after that dinner and the nerves in his stomach, but he could never say no to a strawberry. ]
Thank you.
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[ Is it weird? He must be making it weird. Lying down with your bro-come-boyfriend for the first time without fucking each other exhausted first, it's ... odd. He feels kind of sick, in a good way? He's also certain he's the most boring person in the world because smalltalk isn't his vibe and neither is it Molly's and, wow. ]
Any plans for tomorrow?
[ He offers a slice of pear. ]
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He likes this.
He just doesn't know how to deal with it. ]
Jester says it's a vacation and we're going to do fun things only. Everyone except Caleb, of course.
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I'm not sure how much fun it will be but I'll be getting my enchanted armour mended, if you want me to take anything along to the shop for you.
[ Assuming Molly heads out with the girls. Fjord finds he doesn't mind does him a favour, if he needs one, although he won't invite anyone else to ply him with their shopping or chores lists. ]
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All my magic stuff is good. [ He says, as he's only seen a few battles since he was raised again. He was still getting used to the new scimitars, but he's definitely enjoying them. ] Let's make sure we have healing potions, though.
[ This is really strange, kind of domestic but at the same time just a chat that they would have normally? Yet at the same time he's next to Fjord and leaning his head to a shoulder with a pleased sigh. Gods, how is he so fucked up about this? He doesn't even know exactly what's scaring him.
Choking down a yawn, the tiefling kisses a shoulder. ]
You fucked my brains out again so I think I'll try to sleep. Leave the fruit for the morning.
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Alright.
[ The platter is set down on the floor, leaving him free to wrap an arm around Molly and playfully drag him in for another kiss on the neck, this one lingering. ]
The cost of sleeping in this bed is ... ten more of those.
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I'm a luxury, you should be paying me.
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[ Forced to pay for the honour of having Molly grace his bed, Fjord sets soft kisses in the tiefling's hair as he pulls the blankets up around them. He hears a memory from outside a cart, a sickening sound of steel on flesh, someone spitting, then the heavy whumph of a body; he nuzzles a crown of curls in direct contrast to the horrid thoughts, drawing circles on a tattooed back under the blankets as if he's a wizard marking out a protective spell. Do no harm here. He'll never let a fight come to that again, because next time he'll damn well be able to help.
His voice is a murmur in the dying candlelight once a few peaceful minutes have passed with Molly in his arms, alive and well and very fuckable. Very ... touchable. Molly is safe and that's all Fjord wants, to hold him like this every night. Something about the disturbing idea of losing him without warning all over again makes him brave. ]
I think I'm falling in love with you.
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Then Fjord says that and the tiefling stiffens under the gentle touch, pushing back away from his bedmate with wide red eyes. He sits up, out of the bed with a somewhat wobbly gait, tail swishing like he's angry. ]
You... you think you're... Fjord we fucked.... we fucked twice how... fuck.
[ Terrified, he turns for the door. ]
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[ Astonished at the sudden one-eighty in mood, he hurries out of bed to snatch Molly's wrist before he can leave the room. ]
Wait. [ 'We fucked twice.' He's never been stabbed by an icicle when wearing Armour of Agathys but he thinks it might feel like this. In a panic his words fail. ] ... Don't leave, please.
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You said you only wanted what I can give. Well, here we are.
[ It hurt to say it, it kills him to wound this sweet man like this. His friend. But better now than when he fucks it up and hurts him even more. Molly's not a good person; he tries to be, wants to be but he knows he's fickle, and ornery and heading for destruction in one way or the other.
Dying didn't change that, even if he can't feel Lucien any more.
He's more trouble than he's worth, and he'd rather see it off now than later. (But Moonweaver, it hurt. He was happy just an hour ago and now he's terrified. ]
Let go of me, Fjord.
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I know what I said, I meant it at the time. I just thought ...
[ He hit a brick wall of feelings and today in the ocean it felt like his heart was made of the same sunbeams that touched them where they kissed in the depths. He searches him for a shred of the warm welcome that has been dripping off Molly in Fjord's direction all day. ]
You said you'd be mine and wouldn't sleep around; you asked me to claim you. [ An unlikable part of his rationale reminds him they were fucking at the time, so he probably shouldn't have taken it seriously. His voice softens, ] It meant something to me, in there.
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Those red eyes widen a bit when the words and begging from him while they fucked come back, and he knows he meant it. Means it. Molly doesn't trust himself, though. He doesn't know if he'll just flit away to something else as soon as he gets bored or scared or drunk.
Everything they have here is making him so happy, but it also feels like being trapped. ]
I know. I... I know what I said. I meant... means something to me too. It wasn't just sex. It's something I would... no, I just... don't think I can give you what you want, Fjord. Fuck.
[ A deep breath and he turns to open the door. ]
...just give me some time.
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[ He doesn't stop Molly from leaving but frustration starts to overcome his own fears. His weight shifts on the spot, arms spreading. ]
What's time going to change? I just want you.
[ He should have kept his mouth shut, it only felt like he didn't have to with Molly. It felt different, and good. And now it feels like he blasted himself in the chest. Running a hand through his hair as he looks Molly over for answers it strikes him he's naked, they both are, but Molly's leaving. ]
Fuck. At least ...
[ He scoops up the brightly decorated coat and hands it over, head down as his shoulders sink dejectedly. ]
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...thanks.
[ Hesitating for a moment, he then opens the door and heads out. The purple shell is still hanging from one horn, untouched despite their painful differences of opinion.
Going back to his room, Mollymauk gets dressed and leaves the Chateau. He doesn't come home again that night, and isn't there for breakfast. ]
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He spends most of his day waiting for his chestplate to be fixed, drinking away silver coins in taverns and eating even more food too hearty for him, queasy and a little drunk by the time he stumbles back to the Chateau by late afternoon, a black mood making him look like the mean half-orc the silly bastards at Driftwood always assumed he was. It gets people out of his way en route to the bar, at least.
His heart and lungs and bones hurt, it's not time to stop drinking yet. ]
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He's not back yet. The barbarian says, pointedly. You should go find him. Molly doesn't mean to hurt you, Fjord. He's scared, that's why he needed patience.
She claps him on the shoulder, maybe a tad bit harder than necessary. Bring him back. ]
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