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[ After his disastrous talk with Jester, Fjord helps himself to some of Caduceus's tea, kicks off his boots, and settles under the amber lamp in the living room of the Neinhaus, blankets on the couch pulled up to his chin. He sips his tea, balancing it on his ~~tits~~ chest, and while he doesn't want to start more drama he messages Molly two floors above, upset and tired. ]

molls, are you awake?
i came back from the ship
i'm just having some tea downstairs

[ Mollymauk keeps his device near the bed and the notifications on just in case something happens, so the 'ding' of Fjord's sound wakes him. (Wait until he figures out how to customize ringtones!)

Bleary-eyed, he barely sees what it says, other than 'downstairs'. Getting out of the bed and chucking on some leggings and a huge shirt (maximum comfy at this time of night if he has to be clothed) before he walks down into the living room.

Seeing Fjord there, he rubs his eyes a bit and then slinks into the couch next to the half-orc, leaning against him. ]

Hi.

[ He hears Molly's footsteps on the staircase before he sees him, then the sleep-fugue shape of the tiefling wanders in to climb between Fjord and the couch. Fjord settles him under his arm and leaves the tea on the floor, turning into the warm weight at his side. He runs a hand up Molly's arm, covering him with the blanket too, but mostly finding an excuse to touch him. ]

Molls ... Are you tired?

Never too tired for you, love.

[ The tiefling says, curling his tail around a green ankle and looking at his boyfriend softly. He means that, and obviously not only when it came to sex.

He takes care of his people. ]

What's on your mind, Fjord? I can feel you brooding.

[ Nuzzling at Molly's forehead, he rests his lips there and breathes for a long moment, letting a shudder pass all through him with the weight of his aching heart. ]

I hate this island, I want to go home.

[ Molly lets him soothe himself against his lavender brow, encouraging Fjord to relax. ]

I'm sorry. What part of it fucked with you tonight, hmm?

[ He figures this isn't coming out of nowhere, after all. ]

I'm tired. I can't ...

[ I can't keep placing my heart on stepping-stones, I need some stability.

Fjord sucks in another deep breath, letting it out evenly so that the prickling in his eyes can be stopped. Controlled. It takes a lot of blinking and his voice is softer when he rolls with his emotions. ]

Will you marry me when we go home?

I'm sorry, what?

[ There's a very strange emotion between 'aww' and 'holy fuck HELP' that Molly's experiencing sight now, and he's fairly sure nothing he'd say to this is going to end up going over well. (Yes, no, maybe??) He's not the marring type!

...then again, he wasn't the 'relationships' type either.

It's just very... what. ~~FjordTealeaf~~

Still. Fjord's upset. Heartsick. For all his careless dumbfoolery, Molly isn't stupid. ]

That's a terrible proposal, love. What brings this on?

It was more of a question than a proposal.

[ Fjord is unmoved by Molly's surprise, having expected it. He turns his head so they can see each other and traces along the curve of a horn with a thoughtful, solemn expression in tow. ]

Not right away, obviously, but some day. Will you do that with me?

[ His eyes are dark and dilated, taking in every inch of that astonished lavender face and wanting to exorcise Lucien from ever staring through it again. ]

I want this to last.

Oh, love...

[ Molly meets those yellow eyes and then his face evens out into a smile. Confused and surprised smile, but still a smile. ]

Fjord, I died and became some crazy bastard and we still somehow ended up loving eachother. That's bonkers odds for anything.

[ He touches their heads together gently. ]

My love for you isn't going anywhere. If you want to put more jewelry on me, we can try that one day.

[ That's how much he can really, honestly answer that question, because he has no idea how to separate the word that freaks him out to the level of commitment he's willing to give. After all, Yasha's wife was her mate and he already agreed to that. ]

Okay ...

[ Fjord closes his eyes, hugging Molly closer and curling his fingers in the oversized shirt. It helps to hear Molly will be there no matter what or at least wants to be, some of the fractures lining Fjord's heart are filled by the reassurances he receives. ]

Thank you. That ... means a lot to me.

I love you, Fjord.

[ He hugs the larger man, just letting the hexadin draw in whatever he needs from Molly's affection and reassurance. (...and mildly elevated heartrate) ]

I've known you for one fifth of my entire life. Never been happier.

One fifth, wow. You really enjoy making me feel old, don't you?

[ Laughing for the first time in what feels like a day, he cracks a smile and tugs on a horn with a crooked finger. He grows sombre as the conversation with Jester veers in the back of his mind but he can't dredge up the courage to talk about it right now, wanting to live in the moment where Molly and he have a future in the amorphous years ahead. ]

Can we go to sleep and talk some more in the morning? I'm really tired, it's been a night.

[ There's a forehead kiss from the tiefling, soft and sweet before turning into a little peck on the lips as well. ]

You know it. Let's go to sleep, Fjord.

[ He slides off his boyfriend's lap and then stands up, holding out a hand to help the half-orc up so they can go upstairs together. Some sleep would do Fjord good, and he could continue to talk about what was messing him up so badly to (technically) propose. ]

[ He follows Molly upstairs and falls asleep cuddled up behind him, scooped-up tiefling warming all down his front as he nuzzles dark plum hair. Thankfully Fjord passes out and has a dreamless sleep, still feeling shitty in the morning but glad to have gone to bed with Molly instead of remaining in a depressed bundle downstairs. He wakes him up and offers to fry them a bacon and egg breakfast on the (now operational!) stove, only vaguely brushing his hair and having the briefest wash before heading to the kitchen in his slacks and crinkled tshirt.

And that is where he relays the entire evening's disastrous conversation, sipping coffee. ]

[ Molly has a might of gentle cuddling, falling asleep with his nose against Fjord's shoulder and doing his best to be the supportive boyfriend. Surprisingly it's not much different from being the supporting friend, just adding the fact that he's nude.

(Wait, no. It's still not that different.)

He's always slow in the morning so the promise of food is a good motivator. The tiefling is much better washed and dressed when he comes down to the kitchen, even if he's still in comfy mode, now wearing one of Fjord's henleys.

Molly manages one egg and half a bacon before the drama of last night is just vomited up on the table by Fjord, spilling his guts about everything. ]

Oh, love. You really are a dense one... and fuck, my anger never had anything to do with Jester, so I hope she doesn't think I was jealous.

[ Honestly! ]

...and after all that, you still treat her like a kid instead of a woman? She's an adult, who cares what her mom thinks? This... is a lot to unpack, Fjord.

Oh, come on, [ scoffing through a mouthful of eggs, he waves his fork, ] Marion will murder me if I let anything bad happen to Jester that I could prevent, and frankly being forced to fuck people to help the group is a shitty thing to do. I had to do it first with Avantika, I don't want that for Jester.

[ More eggs, more bacon ... Hrmph. Chewing in defiance, he shakes his head. ]

And I didn't mean you were pissed about the whole tattoo thing, not because of her. Because of me. That's what I meant!

Well, I don't know Marion personally so I can't say anything about that, but this is Jester's choice, Fjord. She knows we'll help out if she doesn't want to do anything. Nobody needs to be forced to do anything, and she's a courtesan's daughter. She knows what it all entails, she's smarter than any of us.

[ He gestures to Fjord with his fork. ]

But you can't keep telling her what or what she cannot do. You can't both treat her as a wilting flower and untouchable in one. I know you had feelings for her, love, and she had her eye on you the first time she saw you, I'm sure. The fact that you didn't realize she meant you all along is impressive.

[ Molly swallows his eggs, tail curling around a green ankle for silent support. ]

You've grown a lot here as a person, Fjord. Remember when you told me you could only love one person? Now there's four of us.

I haven't asked the other three to marry me.

[ Just saying!! By accident or otherwise. Husband-games with Caleb don't count, those are their own weird thing. ]

I'm not treating her as anything, I wanted to give her the chance to be ... safe. I'm the one who fucked around to save our skin on the sea and I'd do it again here to help any of you, Jester's ... she's never ...

[ He glances to the doorway, listening to make sure the rest of the house is still asleep. Even so, he still hushes his voice a little out of habit. ]

She hasn't had sex. It shouldn't be something she has to barter away, she deserves better.

[ Molly chokes slightly on his bacon, and the absolute flush on his face isn't something he can hide at all. Instead he immediately switches to the other subject.

Marriage. Fuck. ]

Who says she has to barter it away? Maybe this is her chance? It all comes down to what she wants, love. We can't protect her from making choices, even if they end up being bad. All be can do is be there for her when she needs us.

[ He smile grows softer. ]

I'm sure you still have feelings for her, Fjord. They don't go away quickly. Obviously you even acted on them back home.

Apparently I did, I knew I was overthinking it too much back home. Seeing her older ...

[ He shakes his head, wondering how many years she lost. ]

It's still a little weird.

[ He frowns at his bacon, looking up at Molly to try and figure out why he's being so understanding. ]

I don't ... not ... feel something. [ So eloquent. ] It's less potent than it was when I arrived, I'll say that.

Wait, you guys didn't get together before she aged like that?

[ Fjord, what the fuck.

Honestly, that just reeked of desperate, and it was just... weird. So unlike the Fjord he knows now. However... (insight 16!) ]

...Fjord, were you in a hurry to be with her because you weren't sure you were worthy of love, and she was showing you interest so you didn't want to miss the chance?

I don't know, I wasn't there when we got together!

[ Sorry for the eggspit (16 insight gets some solid confirmation on Fjord being confused). ]

She said she had an encounter with a statue and then she got older, and I went to see her and asked if I could kiss her. I told Caleb, [ hissing to keep his voice down at the table as he gestures with his fork to upstairs, ] while we were here that I had been thinking of asking her out because I didn't want to miss my chance, like I missed finding Vandren and any other amount of shit in my life, and that's what I think happened. I think I freaked out seeing her older! I'm a fucking idiot, I know!

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Alright, alright. Easy.

[ Molly tightens his tail hold a little bit, hoping it comes off as soothing and not restraining. ]

So where do you want to go from here?

... From where?

[ He feels that tail and it grounds him, even if it's a little tight. It's helpful. ]

I'm with you.

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