vax'ildan's confidence only grows as his partners lure fjord into their grasp, like a spider's prey caught in a web.

fjord, bloody and sweaty from his time outside, exudes testosterone at the moment, and it's serving to turn vax on just a little more. he's a big guy, he's strong and he's handsome, even with the dumbfounded look on his face. vax gets the feeling he isn't sure how to proceed, overwhelmed with options, so the rogue takes the first step by crawling forward on his knees until he's flush to fjord's side.

"let me take care of that cut, darling," he murmurs into one ear, then presses deft fingertips to the wound on his forehead. a moment of focusing the raven queen's energy, and the golden light of lay on hands surrounds the mark, healing it where fjord stands. now that that's taken care of, vax leans up and starts to touch gentle kisses along fjord's strong jawline.

"you're wearing an awful lot, love. why don't you get your boots off, and get out of your shirt? you'd probably feel a lot better."