[ 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). ]
[ Whatever Molly's been smoking, Fjord sure wishes he had some. ]
Here.
[ Passing him the glass of water from the bedside tray and making sure Molly is holding it. He wants to be the kind of friend that isn't interested in knowing the secret workings of Molly's mind and leaves him be, but in all likelihood Molly will never tell him anything once he rides out his high. ]
[ The glass is righted before it can spill, set aside. That leaves Fjord helping Molly back to the bed, adjusting the pillows as best he can in his woozy ale-soaked haze; he builds a fort around Molly's head with the pillows. Now he can't roll off the bed, at least. ]
You make him happy too, that's all he cares about.
[ He slumps on the outside of the fort, reaching for Molly's hand because why not. Everything's a mess anyway. ]
I'll hurt him... I did hurt him. Garbage... garbage person.
[ Molly mumbles, and then seems to slide into unconsciousness of some type (hopefully sleep). He's well-protected in the pillow fort, though, and his hand comes to take Fjord's as soon as he's prompted to.
He's breathing fine, so it seems he's not risking an OD. Just shy of it, if his day and night had anything to prove. They're both in for a painful morning, physically and emotionally. ]
[ There will be a Talk in the morning, preferably after breakfast. Fjord sleeps where he closes his eyes and before he knows it there is sunlight piercing his skull, rousing him from an uncomfortable position on his back from which he never once moved in the night. He's up before Molly, checking his pulse and temperature as lightly as he can. ]
[ Mollymauk is a little grey in the face in the morning, but his pulse is fine and he's about as hot-blooded as he usually is. His eyelids flutter slightly as he's touched, a soft moan of protest leaving him before he settles again.
His horns have dug a weird groove into the mattress and there's a lot of dried blood in the bed and on his face from the insistent nosebleed, which seems to have finally stopped completely.
[ Fjord's headache feels better than Molly looks so he prioritises what he needs to do. First, he finds the wash basin and brings it to the bed, still with his own hair rumpled from sleep and the companion's fingers the night before, dabbing the handtowel in and wiping away the worst of the blood on Molly's oddly pale face.
He sounds rough, hushing himself for the sake of not alarming his friend. ]
[ Molly says, voice sounding like it's been through the grinder as well. His eyes open, and it's impossible to see if they're bloodshot or not, but they have a bit better glow to them than the night before. ]
Where am I?
[ He turns, but his stomach lurches at once as he does and he has to swallow several times to not throw up. ] Shit.
[ The Chateau may be fancy as fuck but Fjord doesn't care as he tosses the contents of the dirty washbasin out the open window (shrieked insults float up from the street), leaving the latter open to let in some fresh air and depositing the bowl beside Molly on the bed. ]
Use that if you need to throw up, I'll find some clean water.
[ He tries to not move again, but he has to lean over to retch anyway. It's horrible, but the fresh air does help a little bit with it all. Curling up into a ball, he stays that way while Fjord finds water, taking deep breaths.
He doesn't even remember what he took last night, only that it made him the worst he's been since the mushrooms he took with Beau. ]
[ The only clean water he can find is the replaced basin in his own bedroom, courtesy of the maids, so he brings that back with him and resettles on the bed with a freshly dipped cloth. Molly looks mildly more alive than he did last night, which is a huge relief. Mostly, Fjord is mad at him for taking drugs alone since Molly is usually adult enough to know better. ]
Close your eyes and tilt your chin up.
[ So he can use the cool water to daub away all that itchy sweat. ]
[ Technically he wasn't alone, but it wasn't with reliable people. Considering how long he was out there, he eventually just became one of the crowd in the den.
Sighing, Molly does as told, another kind of pliable in Fjord's soft hands and sighing with relief as the water touches his skin. ]
[ It's whatever day it wasn't yesterday. Fjord's yellow eyes have an orange darkness at the edges from the strain of tiredness and he needs a comb, but it's the bowed shoulders that tell tales about how much he feels rotten. Even so, his hands are steady on Molly. ]
Can you stay in here and get undressed by yourself? Your clothes need washing and I should grab us some breakfast.
[ He's managing to sit up on his own, at least, and gives the half-orc a nod. Molly doesn't remember a lot from yesterday, but he's well aware he's been an idiot. Again.
...Fjord didn't look great, either. Maybe they both overdid it.
Starting to take his clothes off, he throws all of it but his coat in a pile, folding the latter at least somewhat. ]
[ Piling Molly's clothes under an arm, he leaves without another word and quietly shuts the door. One of the maids in the hall catches sight of him and takes the clothes for laundering, asking if he needs anything which he declines, heading downstairs to the main floor where breakfast is just starting to be served to the other earlybirds. A platter of fruit and bacon is made for Molly, the same scarfed on the spot as Fjord's insides gurgle loudly, and he returns to Molly's room with it and a fresh jug of water. ]
If you eat, you'll feel better. They're washing your clothes now, by the way.
[ He sets the plate down on the bedside table, swaying a little. Maybe he ought to return to his own bed and drink some water ... ]
It's fine. [ He remembers a lot of what Molly said while high. The problem is, Fjord is starting to have trouble knowing what to believe and his headache isn't keen on making any decisions yet. He isn't sure Molly even knows what he wants, making the point moot. ] Just feel better.
[ Tiredly making his way to the door, he adds once half-outside, ]
I'm going back to sleep. Can you tell the others not to bug me today, please?
[ He doesn't know what he wants, that's the whole issue. Still, he really likes Fjord and Molly had been worried about messing up their friendship with sex... and here he is, making it messed up in the wrongest way.
He really wishes he could get back to the other night, when he was happy in Fjord's arms. ].
It's fine, Mollymauk. [ There's a harder tone to his voice for a moment that he doesn't ordinarily use, sighing as his shoulders slump. ] Don't get into any more trouble.
[ Fjord leaves before he has to listen to anything else, wanting to put some distance between them for the sake of his head and heart.
He spends the majority of the day in bed, nursing a hangover alone. Caduceus visits with some broth he made himself in the Chateau's kitchen and Fjord is such a tired mess he almost cries in relief, accepting the pat he gets on the head instead. Beau visits next, although she only sticks her head in the door and asks if he wants some hair of the dog that bit him, getting a resounding no to the offer of more ale. She doesn't pry, even if her gaze lingers and the hard line of her mouth is clearly holding in some choice comments about him and Molly.
Fjord emerges later the same evening, hungry again (the broth was nice but there wasn't much of it, lining his stomach) and looking vaguely groomed like he dragged a comb through his hair and put on a fresh shirt. Warily, he descends into the main hall. ]
[ Ouch. Full name. Not Molly and not Molls. The tiefling curls up a bit more, just watching as Fjord leaves. Once the door closes, he stays were he is, feeling like he's been gutted.
When Fjord arrives at the main hall, everyone's having dinner. Including one silent and tired-looking tiefling, leaning against Yasha. He hadn't touched his food and isn't participating in the chatter, instead just sitting there and sometimes rubbing the shell on his horn.
Noticing Fjord, he stands up to leave, but Yasha's hand pulls him back again. The Nein quiets down and everyone looks somewhat awkward or confused.
'Oh for fuck's sake, kiss and make up already!' Beau suddenly snaps, glaring at them both. ]
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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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Here.
[ Passing him the glass of water from the bedside tray and making sure Molly is holding it. He wants to be the kind of friend that isn't interested in knowing the secret workings of Molly's mind and leaves him be, but in all likelihood Molly will never tell him anything once he rides out his high. ]
A guy, huh. You like him?
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(At least he gets some water into himself.) ]
Mm. I do.
[ He puts the water glass to his face to feel the coolness against his skin. ]
So much. It's weird, though, 'cuz... it's so quick and not so quick at the same time. He makes me happy.
[ Molly sways dangerously, water slipping out of his hand as he goes limp again. ]
Fjord, I'm sorry.
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You make him happy too, that's all he cares about.
[ He slumps on the outside of the fort, reaching for Molly's hand because why not. Everything's a mess anyway. ]
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[ Molly mumbles, and then seems to slide into unconsciousness of some type (hopefully sleep). He's well-protected in the pillow fort, though, and his hand comes to take Fjord's as soon as he's prompted to.
He's breathing fine, so it seems he's not risking an OD. Just shy of it, if his day and night had anything to prove. They're both in for a painful morning, physically and emotionally. ]
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[ There will be a Talk in the morning, preferably after breakfast. Fjord sleeps where he closes his eyes and before he knows it there is sunlight piercing his skull, rousing him from an uncomfortable position on his back from which he never once moved in the night. He's up before Molly, checking his pulse and temperature as lightly as he can. ]
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His horns have dug a weird groove into the mattress and there's a lot of dried blood in the bed and on his face from the insistent nosebleed, which seems to have finally stopped completely.
Still a wreck, but at least less of one. ]
Mm...
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He sounds rough, hushing himself for the sake of not alarming his friend. ]
Stay still, you might feel sick if you move.
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[ Molly says, voice sounding like it's been through the grinder as well. His eyes open, and it's impossible to see if they're bloodshot or not, but they have a bit better glow to them than the night before. ]
Where am I?
[ He turns, but his stomach lurches at once as he does and he has to swallow several times to not throw up. ] Shit.
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[ The Chateau may be fancy as fuck but Fjord doesn't care as he tosses the contents of the dirty washbasin out the open window (shrieked insults float up from the street), leaving the latter open to let in some fresh air and depositing the bowl beside Molly on the bed. ]
Use that if you need to throw up, I'll find some clean water.
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[ He tries to not move again, but he has to lean over to retch anyway. It's horrible, but the fresh air does help a little bit with it all. Curling up into a ball, he stays that way while Fjord finds water, taking deep breaths.
He doesn't even remember what he took last night, only that it made him the worst he's been since the mushrooms he took with Beau. ]
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Close your eyes and tilt your chin up.
[ So he can use the cool water to daub away all that itchy sweat. ]
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Sighing, Molly does as told, another kind of pliable in Fjord's soft hands and sighing with relief as the water touches his skin. ]
What day is it..?
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[ It's whatever day it wasn't yesterday. Fjord's yellow eyes have an orange darkness at the edges from the strain of tiredness and he needs a comb, but it's the bowed shoulders that tell tales about how much he feels rotten. Even so, his hands are steady on Molly. ]
Can you stay in here and get undressed by yourself? Your clothes need washing and I should grab us some breakfast.
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[ He's managing to sit up on his own, at least, and gives the half-orc a nod. Molly doesn't remember a lot from yesterday, but he's well aware he's been an idiot. Again.
...Fjord didn't look great, either. Maybe they both overdid it.
Starting to take his clothes off, he throws all of it but his coat in a pile, folding the latter at least somewhat. ]
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If you eat, you'll feel better. They're washing your clothes now, by the way.
[ He sets the plate down on the bedside table, swaying a little. Maybe he ought to return to his own bed and drink some water ... ]
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[ He picks at the fruits for a moment, settling on some melon with a bacon wrapped around it. ]
Fjord, I'm... I'm really sorry that I hurt you. It was cruel of me to say those things.
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[ Tiredly making his way to the door, he adds once half-outside, ]
I'm going back to sleep. Can you tell the others not to bug me today, please?
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He really wishes he could get back to the other night, when he was happy in Fjord's arms. ].
Yeah. Yeah, I can do that.
[ Molly sighs, closing his eyes. ]
...but we should talk later. It isn't fine.
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[ Fjord leaves before he has to listen to anything else, wanting to put some distance between them for the sake of his head and heart.
He spends the majority of the day in bed, nursing a hangover alone. Caduceus visits with some broth he made himself in the Chateau's kitchen and Fjord is such a tired mess he almost cries in relief, accepting the pat he gets on the head instead. Beau visits next, although she only sticks her head in the door and asks if he wants some hair of the dog that bit him, getting a resounding no to the offer of more ale. She doesn't pry, even if her gaze lingers and the hard line of her mouth is clearly holding in some choice comments about him and Molly.
Fjord emerges later the same evening, hungry again (the broth was nice but there wasn't much of it, lining his stomach) and looking vaguely groomed like he dragged a comb through his hair and put on a fresh shirt. Warily, he descends into the main hall. ]
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When Fjord arrives at the main hall, everyone's having dinner. Including one silent and tired-looking tiefling, leaning against Yasha. He hadn't touched his food and isn't participating in the chatter, instead just sitting there and sometimes rubbing the shell on his horn.
Noticing Fjord, he stands up to leave, but Yasha's hand pulls him back again. The Nein quiets down and everyone looks somewhat awkward or confused.
'Oh for fuck's sake, kiss and make up already!' Beau suddenly snaps, glaring at them both. ]
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