[ Snorting at the (rather accurate) joke, surprise registers the new tattoo on Molly's finger, one that he's never seen before. It clicks why it's there when Molly says I won't forget and Fjord's eyes widen further, expression melting into a smile that permeates the crow's-feet corner his eyes and keeps him staring, bringing Molly's hand in his closer to inspect the design. It's a ring of plants ... seaweed? Oh, seaweed. It's a ring for me.
He breathes out his name, ] Molly.
[ Fjord unlaces their fingers to look at it all the way around, delighted in his astonishment. It had been so hard to be forgotten, to lose all they had built, and while it was horrid to deal with it was never worse than what Molly underwent as the direct victim of amnesia and Fjord never wanted to compare their struggles. It feels like he hasn't needed to, looking at the tattoo, because Molly already saw through him and knew.
He has to blink away damp tears as he reels Molly into a hug and rests his cheek on a lavender forehead, one arm around Molly's back as he holds onto his hand between them. ]
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He breathes out his name, ] Molly.
[ Fjord unlaces their fingers to look at it all the way around, delighted in his astonishment. It had been so hard to be forgotten, to lose all they had built, and while it was horrid to deal with it was never worse than what Molly underwent as the direct victim of amnesia and Fjord never wanted to compare their struggles. It feels like he hasn't needed to, looking at the tattoo, because Molly already saw through him and knew.
He has to blink away damp tears as he reels Molly into a hug and rests his cheek on a lavender forehead, one arm around Molly's back as he holds onto his hand between them. ]
... Thank you.