[ 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. ]
[ If he gets hurt out there because you're both too stubborn, I'm shaving your beard. Yasha replies, her deadpan voice a little sharper than usual. If you want to be with him, dealing with his moods is part of it.
With that, she walks off to get her sword, heading upstairs to talk to Beau. The bar is mostly empty so far, with no show tonight since the Ruby has taken some time off to be with Jester. There's plenty to drink, though, and a bartender who knows better than to ask questions. ]
[ Because Molly won't get hurt. Fjord's carefully ale-brewed opinion is that Molly didn't feel half the pain he did last night so he can have all the time he wants to reflect on it ... and it's also becoming hard to stand without swaying, so it's about time to find a seat.
The peace of his brooding is interrupted by the evening entertainment of bards taking to the stage, the Chateau filling up as the evening kicks off. There are companions in the Chateau too, none as beguiling as the Ruby but clearly decorative beauties who know how to earn a wage from drunken patrons and stupid sailors, of which Fjord is currently both. They're all tieflings, because of course they fucking are to keep the kind of people happy who dream about Marion. What a theme. He really is back on the coast. One pretty girl with burgundy-red skin finds him stewing and sits in his lap with her floaty dress full of slits showing off her curves, brushing back his hair in a gesture which has his head nodding on her shoulder (and lower), eyelids heavy as the warmth of her tiefling body draws him in. If he dozes he can pretend it's the night before and Molly is the one in his arms ...
She even lets him rub his thumb over her spaded tail, cooing praise in his ear. A savvy saleswoman who knows an easy mark when she sees one, she agrees to stay and talk about anything to fill his silence, keeping him company for a gold coin.
He stops caring about much of anything after his fifth drink. ]
[ It's almost midnight when Molly finally returns, even if it isn't of his own volition as much as he's dragged in by a half-elf that looks impressively Doneâ„¢ with purple tieflings today. His eyes are half-closed as he hangs off the man's shoulder, but even as out of it as he is, he can see the green of Fjord at the bar.
Drunk off his ass and holding a courtesan in his lap, touching her like he had touched him earlier, as if he misses it so much that he needs to hold someone at least similar. It would break Molly's heart if he wasn't so high, and instead he just gets annoyed that it isn't him.
He stumbles and the half-elf does his best to make sure Molly doesn't brain himself on anything on the way down, but that's about it. Once the tiefling's on the floor, he just turns to leave, muttering about crazy devil-bloods and their ilk.
Groaning, Mollymauk turns a bit, and is then helped to sit up by another of the courtesans. His nose is bleeding a bit and he grimaces as he tries to wipe it away. ]
[ The fuss kicked up by Molly's entrance draws a lot of eyes, Fjord's included, and the stumble has him sighing. He reasserts his hold around the girl who is now eyeing Molly with a raised brow, keeping her where she is as Molly is helped by other courtesans.
He's fine, just. Wrecked. He clearly had the time for that.
Being a full-grown adult, Fjord lifts his tankard and takes a deep draught, pointedly looking away without a word. ]
[ Closing his eyes again, he feels like there's a hole gnawed through his chest and it isn't like the hallucinations of weird shit he's seen tonight. Groaning, he shies away from the hands of someone that's trying to clean up his nose, instead trying to get up on his feet again.
He gets about halfway before he falls on his face again. ]
M'stupid, Fjord.
[ He says, half-mumbled into the carpet. ]
But s'it good, ok? Cuz now... you won't leave me when I do stupid shit. I did.... I did stupid things. Bu... non... nothing with anyone. Couldn't... couldn't because they didn't smell like you. Wasn't you.
[ There's a half-crazed laugh on the floor as some of the bouncers are discussing if they can throw out Ms. Lavorre's personal guests or not. ]
[ As drunk as he is, he feels stone-cold sober next to the hot mess on the floor. The girl on his lap looks concerned and agrees to help him take Molly to his bed (for an extra gold coin, which she earns) and the two of them get Molly off the floor to sling his arms around their necks and waist, all but carrying him up the stairs. It's a comedy of errors because she's probably the reason neither of them fall when Fjord's balance wobbles.
It takes ten minutes but eventually Molly is laid out on his own bed and Fjord is sat on the end, catching his breath. It's quiet. The floor is swirling a bit between his feet. He tries not to think about anything Molly burbled downstairs, inwardly debating if he can make it back to his own room. ]
[ Molly babbled incoherently all the way up and then just seemed to shut down. Being placed in bed was a bit of a blessing, even if the room still spun heavily around him and he could barely see.
The tiefling's hair is damp with what smells like whiskey and there's a strong floral scent all over him. His nose doesn't seem to want to let up and there's a few bruises, but he appears to be otherwise unharmed and unrobbed, all jewelry in place. ]
Yasha... he said he's falling in love with me.
[ He mumbles, eyes just a slight sliver of red under his lids. ]
He's falling in love with me and I'm a shit person who will only hurt him.
[ He should get Yasha, but he's drunk and Molly is a hot mess and Fjord doesn't always make the best decisions in a pickle. He sits beside him, placing his hand over one of the tiefling's, waiting for those red eyes to focus on him (he can never tell). ]
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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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He doesn't want me to go find him, what he wants is space. There's plenty of it out there! I'm just letting him have his fill.
[ Pride and heart wounded, he turns away to find a booth around the corner to drown his sorrows in. ]
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With that, she walks off to get her sword, heading upstairs to talk to Beau. The bar is mostly empty so far, with no show tonight since the Ruby has taken some time off to be with Jester. There's plenty to drink, though, and a bartender who knows better than to ask questions. ]
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[ Because Molly won't get hurt. Fjord's carefully ale-brewed opinion is that Molly didn't feel half the pain he did last night so he can have all the time he wants to reflect on it ... and it's also becoming hard to stand without swaying, so it's about time to find a seat.
The peace of his brooding is interrupted by the evening entertainment of bards taking to the stage, the Chateau filling up as the evening kicks off. There are companions in the Chateau too, none as beguiling as the Ruby but clearly decorative beauties who know how to earn a wage from drunken patrons and stupid sailors, of which Fjord is currently both. They're all tieflings, because of course they fucking are to keep the kind of people happy who dream about Marion. What a theme. He really is back on the coast. One pretty girl with burgundy-red skin finds him stewing and sits in his lap with her floaty dress full of slits showing off her curves, brushing back his hair in a gesture which has his head nodding on her shoulder (and lower), eyelids heavy as the warmth of her tiefling body draws him in. If he dozes he can pretend it's the night before and Molly is the one in his arms ...
She even lets him rub his thumb over her spaded tail, cooing praise in his ear. A savvy saleswoman who knows an easy mark when she sees one, she agrees to stay and talk about anything to fill his silence, keeping him company for a gold coin.
He stops caring about much of anything after his fifth drink. ]
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Drunk off his ass and holding a courtesan in his lap, touching her like he had touched him earlier, as if he misses it so much that he needs to hold someone at least similar. It would break Molly's heart if he wasn't so high, and instead he just gets annoyed that it isn't him.
He stumbles and the half-elf does his best to make sure Molly doesn't brain himself on anything on the way down, but that's about it. Once the tiefling's on the floor, he just turns to leave, muttering about crazy devil-bloods and their ilk.
Groaning, Mollymauk turns a bit, and is then helped to sit up by another of the courtesans. His nose is bleeding a bit and he grimaces as he tries to wipe it away. ]
Fjoord.
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He's fine, just. Wrecked. He clearly had the time for that.
Being a full-grown adult, Fjord lifts his tankard and takes a deep draught, pointedly looking away without a word. ]
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He gets about halfway before he falls on his face again. ]
M'stupid, Fjord.
[ He says, half-mumbled into the carpet. ]
But s'it good, ok? Cuz now... you won't leave me when I do stupid shit. I did.... I did stupid things. Bu... non... nothing with anyone. Couldn't... couldn't because they didn't smell like you. Wasn't you.
[ There's a half-crazed laugh on the floor as some of the bouncers are discussing if they can throw out Ms. Lavorre's personal guests or not. ]
I dunno how to love.
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It takes ten minutes but eventually Molly is laid out on his own bed and Fjord is sat on the end, catching his breath. It's quiet. The floor is swirling a bit between his feet. He tries not to think about anything Molly burbled downstairs, inwardly debating if he can make it back to his own room. ]
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The tiefling's hair is damp with what smells like whiskey and there's a strong floral scent all over him. His nose doesn't seem to want to let up and there's a few bruises, but he appears to be otherwise unharmed and unrobbed, all jewelry in place. ]
Yasha... he said he's falling in love with me.
[ He mumbles, eyes just a slight sliver of red under his lids. ]
He's falling in love with me and I'm a shit person who will only hurt him.
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Molly, it's me. You want some water?
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[ Molly groans and tries to sit up, failing terribly. ]
Y'gotta know... I'm not looking for something. There's this guy. Sorry.
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