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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!

Edited 2021-05-22 19:54 (UTC)

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.

Oh, I know that. You're obviously not looking to get rid of me if you plan to marry me in the future.

[ He smiles, watching that handsome - if rather foolish - face. ]

Thank you for reassuring that, though. No, I'm wondering how to help you deal with all of this.

I don't know. I don't know, it's a crazy mess. She was apparently my girlfriend [ weird ] but she went off with some other person when she got here so I could carry on seeing other people ... That's even stevens.

[ Shrugging, he stabs a bit of bacon. ]

It doesn't sound like she was overly invested in whatever we were doing.

[ Which hurts, all the good intentions she had besides. It feels like his ghostly self in Exandria was cheated on. ]

What? No, you can't judge her for that, Fjord. You told her you had four lovers while she thought you were her boyfriend - or at least soon to become one! She obviously felt abandoned, and happened to have a rebound thing.

[ Molly shakes his head. ]

You can't be possessive of her and tell her she's not your girlfriend at the same time, love.

Fine, nothing I say matters. I won't have an opinion.

[ He shrugs and schools his face to go blank, taking his plate to the sink where he washes it. ]

Hey, hey! We're still talking here, and nobody said you can't have opinions, Fjord.

[ Molly stands up on the hair, walks over the table, hops down the other side and then sits down on the counter next to the sink. No running allowed, there will be tiefling toemarks where you eat. ]

This is hard on you, I understand that. It's hard on her too, especially since she's lived it. All I'm saying is that you gotta loosen things a little bit. Relax.

I am relaxed!

[ Spoiler: he is not relaxed. His shoulders slump as he stares at Molly's knees next to him where they dangle off the counter, his hands falling limp on the washing up. ]

I can't apologise for wanting better for her. Nothing I do is right, nothing I say goes over the way I want. I just want to make sure she's treated well and has every out she could need.

[ He puts a hand on those slumping shoulders, trying to redirect him into a hug. ]

See, if you had put it like that from the start, it would have sounded less like blustering and weird possessiveness and more like the worried friend I know you really are.

I'm not weirdly possessive ...

[ He moves sideways into the hug, resting his cheek on Molly's shoulder since the tiefling is higher. ]

[ Molly wraps his arms fully around Fjord with a purr. ]

Mm. You're not. [ Anymore. ] You're sexily possessive sometime, that's a good thing. [ He says with a chuckle and another kiss to a forehead scar. ]

You got a lot of feelings in you and some awkward ways of handling it, but you're good, Fjord. You're not perfect, and I sure as hell am not, lovely features aside. She'll be okay, and you're both allowed your feelings. Just don't fault her for how she handles hers.

I don't fault her for anything, she held off telling me anything so I'd be an obliviously happy idiot thinking she was incredibly chilled out about all of this. That was kind.

[ Since he's offloading, ]

When I used to entertain the idea of ... me and her ... it was perfect. There was no one else. I suppose I miss having that unspoiled notion, because it can't get un-ruined.

[ You just faulted her for having a rebound, Molly wants to yell, but instead he just sighs. ]

Sounds not too different from her idea of you being her Oskar. A fantasy. It sucks to be ruined, the stories are always better. Truth is so fucking exhausting.

... That's fair.

[ He doesn't want to live in some fantasy, and he fucking hates Oskar. Raising his head, he looks at Molly. ]

You're being a very cool boyfriend about this, top marks.

[ He has noticed. ]

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