[ It's storming in lashes, rain scoring across his already wounded body as he stares at the swirling black clouds. As he grabs the railing and stands up in the crow's nest he barely has time for his eyes to widen before two Eldritch Blasts hit him in succession; he gasps awake for a split second as Relentless Endurance kicks in only to have a third explosion rocket into him, completing the attack.
He tumbles forward with the shock and careens into a freefall, slamming heavily into the deck. The warmth of a healing spell jolts him lucid just long enough to see Caduceus casting from across the ship and his friends starting to reach the deck. The storm rages all around, aquatic monsters hissing as the nearest advances and he knows then that the Nein can't reach him.
Beau's scream mingles with the thunderstorm.
He feels the Sword of Fathoms, once his to wield, slice through his chest, hacking through his organs and breaking his ribcage in two as the curved tip lodges in the deck. Gargling in shock, he stares up into the hideous open maw of Uk'otoa's scion as its jaw opens up in a triumphant roar.
One final breath leaves him as he goes limp and the world fades to black.
He's afraid.
I'm so cold ...
A bloom of green helps wash away the anxiety. The Wildmother is there, too grand for him to see her face but her motherly embrace is all around him to banish the cold terror. She cradles him like a son and the knowledge is there that she would have kept him safe from Uk'otoa in death even if he had failed as her Paladin.
He's never felt a mother's love like this. She's warm and comforting, and then ...
Fjord opens his eyes to the harsh storm he left in agony, revivified. ]
Without waking, Fjord sits up silently in the bed he shares with his friend and slips out, barefoot in just his slacks and the shirt he sleeps in as he makes his way to the barricaded door; calmly, he takes down the chair and steps into the shadowy hallway of the house, pacing methodically in a trance all the way downstairs, leaving the front door wide open.
He feels nothing en route to the beach, the giveaway from cobbled streets to soft sand between his toes elicits no response, walking directly for the black inky line of the shifting ocean. The automatons nearby notice and assess his state, two peeling off to trail Fjord as he walks down to the foamy shore where the icy water gets no reaction either, not even when it splashes up his knees, his thighs, encircling his waist.
He keeps going.
There's a black glimmer under the waves when his head finally slips under and he instinctively heads toward it, sucked in with unnatural force before the rift seals and leaves nothing but darkness in the water once more. The robots by the water's edge wait patiently for his return, something that doesn't happen until the following night, almost minute-for-minute when Fjord's body floats to the surface and the metal men start wading into the sea to fish his unconscious body out, hoisting his limp form into their arms before heading for the hospital.
Fjord lays there until mid-morning when his eyes finally flutter open to a pale, soft world that he doesn't recognise, blearily staring at the ceiling. His head hurts so much. ]
[ He heads down to the beach shortly after receiving her message. No armour today, just a pilfered cotton shirt from one of the houses with the sleeves rolled up and his usual leathers. The Bag of Holding is slung over a shoulder, containing the hot chocolate bombs and other possessions he doesn't want to leave unattended in the house, and he walks with a light gait across the sand. Getting to see Aphrodite again is a welcome break from the stress of everything else going on.
Fjord finds the tent but comes to a halt when he spots the round dragonlings, eyeballing them. His experience so far with any dragon has been that they want to eat him, so he's hesitant to approach further. ]
[ After contacting Peter, who Fjord considers the likeliest person to have a lighthearted spar with, he makes his way down to the beach in full armour and casts his cloak off once he finds a nice open spot, not too close to the waves but far enough from the dunes so that people won't walk by and accidentally surprise them.
He summons the Star Razor in a flash of water that turns to frost as it hits the sand, working through his attacks as smoothly as he can minus a partner. It feels so good to have his sword back that he doesn't notice when Peter arrives, lashing iceflex mithril through the air with a faint magical hum. ]
[ Fjord has a routine at night which has, after a month with Molly, shaken down to having a wash as fast as possible, brushing his teeth with the fancy new toothbrush he bought (tusk care is important!!) and collapsing in bed to nosily scroll through the network. It's so he knows, generally, what the mood and talking points are going to be on the island come morning and to stay abreast of any important information people may post. It's also a little addictive.
More importantly, the bed has swollen since he came upstairs; he had time to kill while ignoring Molly after the Aphrodite argument. So, while Molly and Caleb were busy catching up, Fjord replaced the mattress on the floor setup with a single-bed from the other room, awkwardly carrying it through the hallway but ultimately managing it alone out of sheer stubbornness. So now, instead of one double against the far wall, there is what appears to be one massive bed spanning wall-to-wall.
It's on one side of this monstrosity that Fjord waits to be joined, ankles crossed and a duvet up to his chin as he reads the network, lit up by the glow. ]
[ Once the snowstorm starts to melt and the City doesn't quite so badly resemble Eiselcross, Fjord fixes up the Nein's house as best he can with a few nails and planks, hammering shut any empty windows and scavenging for extra rugs and blankets to hang over the doors, keeping in what heat they can while the radiators are barely warming the interior. It's one of the first mornings after he finishes his pseudo-renovations that he wakes up (a lot toastier than usual) to the sound of Caleb saying something about exploring the library and finds that he isn't chilly, for once, when he brushes the duvet down, revealing the back of his remaining bedmate.
He rolls up behind a hot purple body and smiles, rumbling a happy growl that presses up against Molly from chest to thigh. Fjord loops his arms around him and yawns into the nape of a neck, lazy kisses splaying openly across tattoos. ]
[ Post-blizzard brings with it a very pleasant surprise; a mended house. It's more convenient than the Lavish Chateau with running hot water and radiators, sealed windows, and a roof to top it off. Fjord looks it all over in astonishment, getting nothing helpful from a delighted Molly who is besotted with his new deep hot tub and little else (he'll be languishing in there for weeks if no one forces him to dry off) and is prompted to seek out the only other person who could be responsible.
He finds Caleb at the kitchen table, notes and spell paraphernalia spread out. With folded arms, Fjord leans in the doorway and clears his throat. ]
If you told me you'd completed a whole row off your card, I'd believe you. No questions asked.
[ The impromptu party that happens when Beau gets to the Neinhaus snowballs into the night, he heads out at one point with his credits (and some off Molly) to find some alcohol and decent food, bringing back greasy carbs for them all to indulge in. Fjord feels energised by having his best friend around, thoroughly enjoying how Beau yells and hoots her way into their life; it's as if all the Nein are really going to turn up, eventually. Fucksville, as Molly calls it, is better weathered with all of them together ... and even Essek is here now. Despite the weird frisson between him and Caleb, Fjord can tell the wizards are relieved to see each other again (stubborn idiots).
It's a good mood to go to bed in. Once the night starts to get a little too long in the teeth and the tipsiness from the drinks is wearing off, Fjord declares he's for sleep and glances over to Molly, too buzzed not to hold out a hand.
Beau can roast him in the morning. ]
Come on, you lush, before we have to carry you upstairs.
[ Fjord avoids the Topless Tuesdays (Topless Grissens?) at the diner but otherwise he enjoys their fare, the greasy food is the kind that Beau would force him to do ten extra workouts for if she knew how often he ate there. Burgers are just ... so good, and he's lowkey stressed a lot from everything, so he treats himself a couple of times a week. Maybe three.
He really has a thing for fries, okay.
Missing Caduceus's black-moss-and-mushroom burgers sees him making a trip to the diner a few days after the masquerade, still a little too rough for meat but a vegetarian option sounds good. Better than anything the Nein can rustle up at home, anyway. That's how he finds himself sat at a booth with a milkshake, large fries, and veggie burger, looking relatively modern (whatever that means when the humans here say it) in a henley and his leather trousers, thigh-high boots on because they're the only footwear he owns. The only thing that really draws attention is his green skin and even that is given some slack when diners are more focused on sating their hunger; same story everywhere, in taverns in Wildemount or ... here.
He notices a flash of green elsewhere, double-taking the bouffant hair that he belatedly recognises. ]
Um, excuse me —
[ With a hurried stumble to stop the young woman before she passes his booth, he straightens up out of it. ]
Hi, I'm Fjord. You're one of Aphrodite's friends, if I'm not mistaken? From the ... network.
[ He couldn't find any willow bark but a trip to a healer's shop provided him with little tablets said to dull pain, so it's those he returns in possession of as well as dinner for the night, fried chicken in a bucket for the house. The smells wafts in front of him when he enters, calling through. ]
Molly! I got two things to help with ... whatever you've done to yourself.
[ Sex becomes such a daily part of their lives that the opportunity for a breather absent of it comes as a novelty. Fjord finds a bounce in his step after he returns from hunting for the day and takes down Molly's order of beer and chips, buying as much and a pizza from the diner for their dinner. Everyone else can survive somehow, it's not his problem. Caduceus is likely cooking for them! Back home, it's already dark as evening sets in and he heads upstairs calling for Molly along the way.
A whole night of hanging out together has him more eager than he should be, wondering if he ought to feel bad about his relief. There's just so much sex going on, all the time, and he's tired. Physically, if nothing else. He's irrationally glad he bought a gigantic pizza; it symbolises the exact amount of laziness he's excited to wallow in. ]
From the moment he walks in, he has eyes for one woman and she definitely doesn't stand in the line-up of pretty corsets and batting eyelashes as Fjord casts his eye over them. He clears his throat and paces over to the lady of the house, the main courtesan(?) who led him into the main hallway to see the girls, gesturing for her to come to one side with him.
Once out of hearing range of the girls, he's too tired to play games. She smells like roses.
"Not to disrespect your lovely escorts out there, ma'am, but what are the chances you're free tonight?"
He's tired, aching, and likes the look of all the soft pinkness she embodies, from piled-high hair to the ruffles on her gown. This also means he doesn't have to discuss a price and embarrass himself; she's probably the most expensive, anyway.
• caleb.
At the front desk of the brothel there's been a mishap of some sort, a customer just stormed out and left the frazzled redhead behind the lantern-lit mahogany looking pinker than he surely means to. That's what catches Fjord's eye as he lingers in the atrium sipping on a complimentary whiskey as girls giggle and pass him by, the luxurious brothel brimming with powdered and sweet-scented dolls ripe for the plucking; that frown, and the level of stress the cute freckled clerk is navigating all on his own.
Fjord steps up, fur still dirty on his coat from the ride through the plains to get to town, and sets his glass down with a clink, leaning on the desk.
"Seems your night's heating up, friend."
• essek.
Whyever the fuck he's being stalked by Essek McBastard Thelyss, he doesn't know, but he damn well is and would bet his best gold on it. After spotting him at the brothel earlier in the day (outside, from across the street), and again now lingering outside the door of someone who just shut it in his face, Fjord could forgive such coincidences had he not seen the fellow a week ago and narrowly avoided being shot by him too.
He shuts the door on his rented room for the night and tromps over, tucking in his shirt.
"Well, ain't this a kick in the crotch? Bless my soul, ol' Shadowhand," what a stupid nickname for a sharp-shooter, "if I didn't know any better I'd think you were tailing me."
• molly.
"Tealeaf!" Startled to see his temporary partner from a job last week now stood in silks and lace, and heels, Fjord's mouth runs away with his thoughts before he can stop it. "You're a hooker?"
It doesn't make any sense! Maybe this is another job ... yeah, yeah, an undercover bit. As he waves off the line-up of whores and clearly "selects" (oh god) Mollymauk for the evening, he gestures him closer and drops his voice.
"What the fuck are you doing in here?"
• peter.
The bar of the brothel isn't too busy in the small hours of the night while most of the men are getting their rocks off upstairs. Fjord has already had his fill of pretty mouths and prettier asses, so he takes a stool and orders a whiskey a space away from the only other patron, shedding him a polite nod.
"Evenin', friend. No sport upstairs for you tonight?"
• vax.
It's been a long ride. Three days out from town, three days from whiskey, three days without a bath. Fjord is about as dirty as a man can get out on the plains, mud caked to his boots and coat, dust in his beard. He's led to an atrium with a tall staircase where the girls (and boys) are all tarted up and fanning their fans, sending him kisses as he looks them over to choose his partner for the night ... a little stress relief never hurt anyone. Then he sees him.
Instead of being dressed like a peacock, the figure that catches Fjord's eye is dressed in a pretty getup of all black. If they weren't half-naked they would be in mourning, but he figures with all that long hair it's just their look. He points to them way up on the top of the staircase and the other hookers file out as Fjord heads up to meet him ...
He feels like an absolute mess in front of such a pretty face, eyes drawn to the black bustle of feathers that frame narrow hips in lovely black lace.
"If you're amenable," damn, even his voice is rough from disuse, "I'd like to spend the night in your company."
[ The island is so cold and rainy most of the week that Fjord hates being outside after a certain point in the evening and the Ball-Eater isn't the warmest place to spend the night when it storms. Today, on the rare hot day of the week, an emptied Bag of Holding (no monsters!) has branches falling out, thick enough that they make decent logs once evenly diced up. Then comes the splitting and by noon Fjord is a shirtless sweaty green figure in the Neinhaus garden swinging an axe to chop up the firewood, enough to provide for all three houses; a small mountain of logs leans against the tree, growing higher as he tosses wood to it now and then.
Melora definitely messed with Fjord's build a little to beef up her Paladin from his Warlock days, the Hexadin may not be a defined model in his mid-thirties but with muscled arms and a thick chest he has the heft of a longsword-wielder. The loud thock! of the axe splits the air whenever he swings it down on the log used as a base, the shirt bundled at his belt wiping off his dripping body in the sunshine, striations of lime-green on full display under the black hair on his torso until dark juniper takes over at his sides, barefoot in the grass with dirt staining his trousers as he shifts his weight to re-tie his greying manbun. He may look like a tall drink of water (with that happy-trail on full view for once, uncommonly half-naked around the communal home) but he could probably use one too. ]
cook.
[ Whenever Fjord takes over the kitchen (far more rarely now compared to his early days on the island) it's going to be a Meat Day for dinner. With the back door wide open and rain pouring outside, the scent of roasting monster meat, "harvested" during his foraging expeditions, permeates the entirety of the Neinhaus, the indoor barbecue meaning a selection of various beasts are on cooling trays on the kitchen table for people to help themselves, bread rolls and sauces alongside beers and wines. For the vegetarian folks he fries onions and the curious tubers he has found in the jungle, juicy slices seared black in the pan. With a tea-towel tossed over a shoulder, he pauses now and then to eat and chat to whoever wanders in to crowd around the table, the hush of the rain outside carrying voices out into the nightlights at the far end if people want to flee through the weather with their meal to sit in Caduceus's veranda. ]
sucker (event).
[ Even with all the dick jokes back home, the City is on another level with their obsession. Mostly desensitised to the imagery when it pops up (hah) Fjord makes the most of the cheap cockpops and can be spotted sucking on one while reading in the living room or scrolling his device of an evening, habit making him choose lilacs and pinks. The ones with sprinkles get his tongue rubbing at their length to pry them free with his teeth, colourful phallus-shaped ice creams sinking past his lips to be sucked down sometimes to their cute balls before he pulls back to bob. He forgets he has one in his mouth while washing the dishes and cleaning the Star Razor on his lap, upgrading to two smaller ones when he finds flavours that mix well, working them over with a distracted fervour. Occasionally, he bites straight through. ]
seaman.
[ If you wander the beach on hot days, you may see a naked green halforc swimming in the shallows near the enormous galleon anchored at the small dock. He always goes for a dip alone but if approached he waves and chatters while waist-deep in the glittering, periwinkle blue waters and for those with high perception a discerning eye, a rope-ladder can be seen dangling from the balcony of the Ball-Eater; his easy route in and out. That would explain why his clothes can't be found on the beach. If you see him disappear for minutes to hours, he has definitely cast Water Breathing on himself for the hell of it, exploring the coral reefs and eyeing the murky shadows in the deep far-off, mindful never to get too close. Witnessing a Bond Girl burst of green from the ocean as he tosses back his hair is entirely possible. ]
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( OCT )
( NOV )
( ★ )
• aphrodite; smut, first meeting @ party bath
• molly; joint network post
( event dream for molly )
He tumbles forward with the shock and careens into a freefall, slamming heavily into the deck. The warmth of a healing spell jolts him lucid just long enough to see Caduceus casting from across the ship and his friends starting to reach the deck. The storm rages all around, aquatic monsters hissing as the nearest advances and he knows then that the Nein can't reach him.
Beau's scream mingles with the thunderstorm.
He feels the Sword of Fathoms, once his to wield, slice through his chest, hacking through his organs and breaking his ribcage in two as the curved tip lodges in the deck. Gargling in shock, he stares up into the hideous open maw of Uk'otoa's scion as its jaw opens up in a triumphant roar.
One final breath leaves him as he goes limp and the world fades to black.
He's afraid.
I'm so cold ...
A bloom of green helps wash away the anxiety. The Wildmother is there, too grand for him to see her face but her motherly embrace is all around him to banish the cold terror. She cradles him like a son and the knowledge is there that she would have kept him safe from Uk'otoa in death even if he had failed as her Paladin.
He's never felt a mother's love like this. She's warm and comforting, and then ...
Fjord opens his eyes to the harsh storm he left in agony, revivified. ]
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( canon update )
Without waking, Fjord sits up silently in the bed he shares with his friend and slips out, barefoot in just his slacks and the shirt he sleeps in as he makes his way to the barricaded door; calmly, he takes down the chair and steps into the shadowy hallway of the house, pacing methodically in a trance all the way downstairs, leaving the front door wide open.
He feels nothing en route to the beach, the giveaway from cobbled streets to soft sand between his toes elicits no response, walking directly for the black inky line of the shifting ocean. The automatons nearby notice and assess his state, two peeling off to trail Fjord as he walks down to the foamy shore where the icy water gets no reaction either, not even when it splashes up his knees, his thighs, encircling his waist.
He keeps going.
There's a black glimmer under the waves when his head finally slips under and he instinctively heads toward it, sucked in with unnatural force before the rift seals and leaves nothing but darkness in the water once more. The robots by the water's edge wait patiently for his return, something that doesn't happen until the following night, almost minute-for-minute when Fjord's body floats to the surface and the metal men start wading into the sea to fish his unconscious body out, hoisting his limp form into their arms before heading for the hospital.
Fjord lays there until mid-morning when his eyes finally flutter open to a pale, soft world that he doesn't recognise, blearily staring at the ceiling. His head hurts so much. ]
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( aphrodite's tent )
[ He heads down to the beach shortly after receiving her message. No armour today, just a pilfered cotton shirt from one of the houses with the sleeves rolled up and his usual leathers. The Bag of Holding is slung over a shoulder, containing the hot chocolate bombs and other possessions he doesn't want to leave unattended in the house, and he walks with a light gait across the sand. Getting to see Aphrodite again is a welcome break from the stress of everything else going on.
Fjord finds the tent but comes to a halt when he spots the round dragonlings, eyeballing them. His experience so far with any dragon has been that they want to eat him, so he's hesitant to approach further. ]
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( sparring with peter )
[ After contacting Peter, who Fjord considers the likeliest person to have a lighthearted spar with, he makes his way down to the beach in full armour and casts his cloak off once he finds a nice open spot, not too close to the waves but far enough from the dunes so that people won't walk by and accidentally surprise them.
He summons the Star Razor in a flash of water that turns to frost as it hits the sand, working through his attacks as smoothly as he can minus a partner. It feels so good to have his sword back that he doesn't notice when Peter arrives, lashing iceflex mithril through the air with a faint magical hum. ]
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( DEC )
( ★ )
• ic tinder; main, ditey, allura
• network; council debate
first night w/ caleb
More importantly, the bed has swollen since he came upstairs; he had time to kill while ignoring Molly after the Aphrodite argument. So, while Molly and Caleb were busy catching up, Fjord replaced the mattress on the floor setup with a single-bed from the other room, awkwardly carrying it through the hallway but ultimately managing it alone out of sheer stubbornness. So now, instead of one double against the far wall, there is what appears to be one massive bed spanning wall-to-wall.
It's on one side of this monstrosity that Fjord waits to be joined, ankles crossed and a duvet up to his chin as he reads the network, lit up by the glow. ]
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• caleb; first kisses
• aphrodite; hero in a blizzard
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molly; the talk
He rolls up behind a hot purple body and smiles, rumbling a happy growl that presses up against Molly from chest to thigh. Fjord loops his arms around him and yawns into the nape of a neck, lazy kisses splaying openly across tattoos. ]
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( caleb; fixed neinhaus )
He finds Caleb at the kitchen table, notes and spell paraphernalia spread out. With folded arms, Fjord leans in the doorway and clears his throat. ]
If you told me you'd completed a whole row off your card, I'd believe you. No questions asked.
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( ★ )
• tdm; kori, bull, beau, essek
• neinhaus; beau & essek arrive
( JAN )
( molly; & then there were 5 neins)
It's a good mood to go to bed in. Once the night starts to get a little too long in the teeth and the tipsiness from the drinks is wearing off, Fjord declares he's for sleep and glances over to Molly, too buzzed not to hold out a hand.
Beau can roast him in the morning. ]
Come on, you lush, before we have to carry you upstairs.
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( ★ )
• masq party (top level); molly, caleb, essek, aphrodite, peter, keith, kara
• hilda; inbox
lottie (a few days post-masq)
He really has a thing for fries, okay.
Missing Caduceus's black-moss-and-mushroom burgers sees him making a trip to the diner a few days after the masquerade, still a little too rough for meat but a vegetarian option sounds good. Better than anything the Nein can rustle up at home, anyway. That's how he finds himself sat at a booth with a milkshake, large fries, and veggie burger, looking relatively modern (whatever that means when the humans here say it) in a henley and his leather trousers, thigh-high boots on because they're the only footwear he owns. The only thing that really draws attention is his green skin and even that is given some slack when diners are more focused on sating their hunger; same story everywhere, in taverns in Wildemount or ... here.
He notices a flash of green elsewhere, double-taking the bouffant hair that he belatedly recognises. ]
Um, excuse me —
[ With a hurried stumble to stop the young woman before she passes his booth, he straightens up out of it. ]
Hi, I'm Fjord. You're one of Aphrodite's friends, if I'm not mistaken? From the ... network.
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( molly; first date )
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( caduceus; arrival w/ beau )
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( vax; a bird in the house )
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( FEB )
( molly; new tattoos )
[ He couldn't find any willow bark but a trip to a healer's shop provided him with little tablets said to dull pain, so it's those he returns in possession of as well as dinner for the night, fried chicken in a bucket for the house. The smells wafts in front of him when he enters, calling through. ]
Molly! I got two things to help with ... whatever you've done to yourself.
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( molly; a different kind of faux-wedding )
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( MAR )
( ★ )
• m9 group chat; discussing augur biz
march event;
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( APR )
( molly; soft boys )
A whole night of hanging out together has him more eager than he should be, wondering if he ought to feel bad about his relief. There's just so much sex going on, all the time, and he's tired. Physically, if nothing else. He's irrationally glad he bought a gigantic pizza; it symbolises the exact amount of laziness he's excited to wallow in. ]
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( vax; a stuffed bird )
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( ball-eater prompts )
a. upper deck
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B! Let me know if the time jump is okay :D
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( MAY )
( event prompts; texblade brothel edition )
From the moment he walks in, he has eyes for one woman and she definitely doesn't stand in the line-up of pretty corsets and batting eyelashes as Fjord casts his eye over them. He clears his throat and paces over to the lady of the house, the main courtesan(?) who led him into the main hallway to see the girls, gesturing for her to come to one side with him.
Once out of hearing range of the girls, he's too tired to play games. She smells like roses.
"Not to disrespect your lovely escorts out there, ma'am, but what are the chances you're free tonight?"
He's tired, aching, and likes the look of all the soft pinkness she embodies, from piled-high hair to the ruffles on her gown. This also means he doesn't have to discuss a price and embarrass himself; she's probably the most expensive, anyway.
• caleb.
At the front desk of the brothel there's been a mishap of some sort, a customer just stormed out and left the frazzled redhead behind the lantern-lit mahogany looking pinker than he surely means to. That's what catches Fjord's eye as he lingers in the atrium sipping on a complimentary whiskey as girls giggle and pass him by, the luxurious brothel brimming with powdered and sweet-scented dolls ripe for the plucking; that frown, and the level of stress the cute freckled clerk is navigating all on his own.
Fjord steps up, fur still dirty on his coat from the ride through the plains to get to town, and sets his glass down with a clink, leaning on the desk.
"Seems your night's heating up, friend."
• essek.
Whyever the fuck he's being stalked by Essek McBastard Thelyss, he doesn't know, but he damn well is and would bet his best gold on it. After spotting him at the brothel earlier in the day (outside, from across the street), and again now lingering outside the door of someone who just shut it in his face, Fjord could forgive such coincidences had he not seen the fellow a week ago and narrowly avoided being shot by him too.
He shuts the door on his rented room for the night and tromps over, tucking in his shirt.
"Well, ain't this a kick in the crotch? Bless my soul, ol' Shadowhand," what a stupid nickname for a sharp-shooter, "if I didn't know any better I'd think you were tailing me."
• molly.
"Tealeaf!" Startled to see his temporary partner from a job last week now stood in silks and lace, and heels, Fjord's mouth runs away with his thoughts before he can stop it. "You're a hooker?"
It doesn't make any sense! Maybe this is another job ... yeah, yeah, an undercover bit. As he waves off the line-up of whores and clearly "selects" (oh god) Mollymauk for the evening, he gestures him closer and drops his voice.
"What the fuck are you doing in here?"
• peter.
The bar of the brothel isn't too busy in the small hours of the night while most of the men are getting their rocks off upstairs. Fjord has already had his fill of pretty mouths and prettier asses, so he takes a stool and orders a whiskey a space away from the only other patron, shedding him a polite nod.
"Evenin', friend. No sport upstairs for you tonight?"
• vax.
It's been a long ride. Three days out from town, three days from whiskey, three days without a bath. Fjord is about as dirty as a man can get out on the plains, mud caked to his boots and coat, dust in his beard. He's led to an atrium with a tall staircase where the girls (and boys) are all tarted up and fanning their fans, sending him kisses as he looks them over to choose his partner for the night ... a little stress relief never hurt anyone. Then he sees him.
Instead of being dressed like a peacock, the figure that catches Fjord's eye is dressed in a pretty getup of all black. If they weren't half-naked they would be in mourning, but he figures with all that long hair it's just their look. He points to them way up on the top of the staircase and the other hookers file out as Fjord heads up to meet him ...
He feels like an absolute mess in front of such a pretty face, eyes drawn to the black bustle of feathers that frame narrow hips in lovely black lace.
"If you're amenable," damn, even his voice is rough from disuse, "I'd like to spend the night in your company."
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puts this in the right place this time
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the care and feeding of your raven
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text: un; vax
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( ★ )
( JUN )
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• jester & molly; sexscape, checking in with molly & jester later
( molly & co; the BAGMAN COMETH )
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( ★ )
( aphrodite; ALCOHOL )
:D
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🌿 seaweed ring of promise
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( keyleth; sugar and salt )
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( JUL )
( thirst prompts for the month! open use for any threads )
cook.
sucker (event).
seaman.
lunchies!!
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Sucker!
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round 2 lol
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( ★ )
( AUG )
( ★ )
We're on a BOAT
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( fish; dinner & seafood )
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