[ He doesn't open his eyes to the sight of his friends' crying faces, instead met with a cracked ceiling. When he inhales he finds a weight on his chest, panicking for a moment before he twitches and feels hot skin under his hands, arms wrapped around ... ]
Molly?
[ Fragmented emotions from the dream return but thankfully it's mostly the warmth of the Wildmother's sanctuary. He blinks down at the tiefling wrapped around him, patting him on the back to try and wake him up. ]
[ Molly mumbles a bit and then his red eyes suddenly snap open, and he looks at Fjord with a strange mix of both fear, calmness and relief all mixed into one. A breath passes and then he hugs the half-orc tightly. ]
I dreamt... fuck, what a messed-up dream. Are you alright?
There are worse dreams to share, I suppose. At least it wasn't the one where my head turned into a doughnut and Jester was hunting me down for a bite of my pastry-ear.
[ Softly snorting, his breath tickles the base of a horn. ]
I'm sorry you got sucked in like that, I don't know why it happened.
[ There's a small laugh at that, muffled by Molly burying his face in Fjord's chest. He has to come up for air, though, and loosens his hug a bit, suddenly slightly awkward about his clinging. Fjord wasn't Yasha, after all.
Just... that what who he usually shared a bed with. ]
I think I would have enjoyed that one, seems about as dumb as my few ones.
[ He doesn't really remember his dreams, which might be why he sleeps peacefully. Normally. ]
...I don't know, either. Is that something you can do with your powers, or could it be this place?
[ His arms loosen around Molly as he settles down and their fears ease, tracing idle circles between lavender shoulders instead. ]
Sometimes the Wildmother would lowkey talk to me through my dreams but I usually cast Commune these days ... I don't randomly belt my dreams out into the skulls of those nearest to me, no.
[ Yawning as he rubs his eyes with one hand, ] Would be far more embarrassing than saltwater vomit if I did.
[ ... His arm is now trapped forever under a tiefling. Oof. ]
Oh, well ... Yes. [ He doesn't consider lying for more than a moment, not just because Molly saw what he did. ] When she asked me to be her Paladin she took me away from Uk'otoa and to a beach. She was a face in the sky ... she's everywhere, it was that sort of theme.
After I died, I had that dream the first time I slept. [ He looks down his body at nothing. ] All she wants me to do is my best.
He listens to Fjord, and he can't help to feel happy for the half-orc. It really sounded like he's found something great. Pity this place had to ruin it. ]
I don't see you ever doing anything by halves, so of course you are. Doing your best, I mean.
That's very kind of you. [ He narrows his eyes in faux-suspicion. ] Something you want?
[ Fjord makes a show of flopping his other arm to the bed, completely defenceless as he looks across at Molly. Moments like this, he doubts the tiefling could ever forget him. Them.
He almost can't see the splashes of red on that body in the shadowy, rundown bedroom. ]
I've got nothing to my name. You're the one in power here.
The comment makes the tiefling smile, soft and a little amused at the same time, letting Fjord wiggle him a bit by the horn before he 'slaps' the hand away with his tail.
There's so much fondness there that Mollymauk doesn't know what to do with. ]
We should spar. See how you're doing with a smaller weapon.
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Molly?
[ Fragmented emotions from the dream return but thankfully it's mostly the warmth of the Wildmother's sanctuary. He blinks down at the tiefling wrapped around him, patting him on the back to try and wake him up. ]
Molls, you're kind of heavy.
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I dreamt... fuck, what a messed-up dream. Are you alright?
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What did you see in the dream?
[ He replaces his arms around him, peering down at a shaken Molly. How awful is this island? Enough that he suspects Molly just saw into his head?
Probably. ]
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[ Like he, too, would be. What a thing to have in common! ]
I'm not sure why, it just... it seemed more like a memory.
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There are worse dreams to share, I suppose. At least it wasn't the one where my head turned into a doughnut and Jester was hunting me down for a bite of my pastry-ear.
[ Softly snorting, his breath tickles the base of a horn. ]
I'm sorry you got sucked in like that, I don't know why it happened.
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Just... that what who he usually shared a bed with. ]
I think I would have enjoyed that one, seems about as dumb as my few ones.
[ He doesn't really remember his dreams, which might be why he sleeps peacefully. Normally. ]
...I don't know, either. Is that something you can do with your powers, or could it be this place?
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Sometimes the Wildmother would lowkey talk to me through my dreams but I usually cast Commune these days ... I don't randomly belt my dreams out into the skulls of those nearest to me, no.
[ Yawning as he rubs his eyes with one hand, ] Would be far more embarrassing than saltwater vomit if I did.
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[ Molly sighs and turns, trying to figure out what time it is and failing. It would be easier if Caleb was here, but alas.
He flops back and then gives Fjord a curious look. ]
She really talks to you in your dreams sometimes? I could feel her... it was very comforting. Sweet.
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Oh, well ... Yes. [ He doesn't consider lying for more than a moment, not just because Molly saw what he did. ] When she asked me to be her Paladin she took me away from Uk'otoa and to a beach. She was a face in the sky ... she's everywhere, it was that sort of theme.
After I died, I had that dream the first time I slept. [ He looks down his body at nothing. ] All she wants me to do is my best.
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He listens to Fjord, and he can't help to feel happy for the half-orc. It really sounded like he's found something great. Pity this place had to ruin it. ]
I don't see you ever doing anything by halves, so of course you are. Doing your best, I mean.
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[ Fjord makes a show of flopping his other arm to the bed, completely defenceless as he looks across at Molly. Moments like this, he doubts the tiefling could ever forget him. Them.
He almost can't see the splashes of red on that body in the shadowy, rundown bedroom. ]
I've got nothing to my name. You're the one in power here.
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[ He laughs, giving the warlock a poke between his pecs. ]
I'm the one in power, you say? Then I expect tribute later.
[ Maybe much later, if he can figure out if they're up early. ]
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You're the only person on this entire island who has my attention all the time, if you had any more I'd have to watch you take a piss.
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[ Fjord the forever-chaperone, watching over his friend for waaay too many reasons. ]
...we'll find a way to let you talk to her.
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You'd never hurt us. ]
I think you'll find that you are more than enough when it comes to making me feel safe.
[ Reaching across himself, he hooks a finger on the curve of a horn and gives it a fond little shake. ]
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The comment makes the tiefling smile, soft and a little amused at the same time, letting Fjord wiggle him a bit by the horn before he 'slaps' the hand away with his tail.
There's so much fondness there that Mollymauk doesn't know what to do with. ]
We should spar. See how you're doing with a smaller weapon.
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That bloody tail. Uselessly grabbing after it as it sways away. ]
I'm incredible with it, obviously.
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[ Seriously! ]
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[ What if he pulls the blanket up to his nose, is he now invisible? ]
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[ Not invisible at all! ]
You took it, after... after that? [ Pause. ] ...and messed it up?
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[ Peeping over the blanket, watching Molly's reaction. ]
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With that in mind, I'm fine using your shitty sword.
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[ Him and Uk'otoa. ]
Either way, I do want to fight. You're so far ahead of me that I need to see if I can match up.
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[ That's not how he sees it, not the first way of looking at things. ]
Not about matching up, the other thing.
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