[ Planting his hands beside Molly on the bed, he leans down to arch a brow at the accusation. They are close, it hits him then that although he's on his hands and knees and not directly touching him, he's stretched out over the length of Molly's body, able to feel the subtle heat that always emanates into the tiefling's clothes. It reminds him of how they sleep, pressed close and toasty to ward off the chill from the broken window ... but that's a safety thing, sharing the same sleeping space. Fjord doesn't make a habit of getting up in Molly's personal bubble on a daily basis otherwise; it reminds him of the time Molly did it to him, back when they had first met.
The power was inside you all along.
So, once Fjord is in position to tease him, he forgets what he was going to say and ends up looking into those red eyes close enough to see the ghosts of pupils, content to stay there. ]
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The power was inside you all along.
So, once Fjord is in position to tease him, he forgets what he was going to say and ends up looking into those red eyes close enough to see the ghosts of pupils, content to stay there. ]
Maybe I just ... get them where I want them.