( fjord's perma-catchall )

[halforc]

▶ WHO: fjord & various
▶ WHAT: perma-catchall, 2020-21 | NEINHAUS catch-all
▶ WHEN: comment headers
▶ WHERE: comment headers
▶ WARNINGS: smut, tba.

 

 

 

 

tag AC; oct, nov, dec, jan, feb, mar, apr, may, jun, jul, aug, sep

fjord stone, critical role, hexadin,

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[halforc]

[ ... 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.

[devilstongue]

[ It's his arm now, fuck you.

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.

[halforc]

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.

[devilstongue]

Oh, yes. Your attention, obviously.

[ 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. ]

[halforc]

[ Pffft!! Also ouch, tiddy cavity. ]

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.

[devilstongue]

Okay, that's quite fair.

[ Fjord the forever-chaperone, watching over his friend for waaay too many reasons. ]

...we'll find a way to let you talk to her.

[halforc]

[ He didn't expect that. His playful scorn melts into something softer, looking across at Molly who is prioritising Fjord's wants above other things.

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. ]

[devilstongue]

[ Molly will never hurt them. (Lucien will.)

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.

[halforc]

[ (Get fucked, Lucy!!)

That bloody tail. Uselessly grabbing after it as it sways away. ]

I'm incredible with it, obviously.

[devilstongue]

If you break it in half I reserve the right to drag you all over this network-thing.

[ Seriously! ]

[halforc]

You've already done that and I ... sort of, fucked up Summer's Dance. Back home.

[ What if he pulls the blanket up to his nose, is he now invisible? ]

[devilstongue]

Huh.

[ Not invisible at all! ]

You took it, after... after that? [ Pause. ] ...and messed it up?

[halforc]

... It turned into an evil pactblade so I stabbed myself then threw it in some lava.

[ Peeping over the blanket, watching Molly's reaction. ]

[devilstongue]

[ Molly blinks and looks at Fjord in surprise, before his face twists into a huge grin and he starts laughing. ]

[halforc]

[ The blanket is shoved down as he huffs, reluctantly smiling (in relief). ]

With that in mind, I'm fine using your shitty sword.

[devilstongue]

I guess it was a goodbye for two things, hm?

[ 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.

[halforc]

What do you mean?

[ That's not how he sees it, not the first way of looking at things. ]

Not about matching up, the other thing.

[devilstongue]

You're obviously physically stronger, you have new abilities... I don't think I've ever seen a paladin fight? You said it's been so long, I'm sure you've learned a lot of new moves.

[ How is he supposed to fuck with you blinking on the battlefield if he doesn't know if you even do that anymore? ]

[halforc]

No, you twit. [ Poking whatever part of Molly is nearest. ] Goodbye for two things. Which two?

[devilstongue]

[ It's his horn, so he only leans the tiniest bit to the side. ]

Oh! I meant like... you know, a goodbye to me and one to that shit patron.

[halforc]

[ Raising his hands as if to beseech some common-sense from their fractured ceiling, he flicks a flat look back on Molly. ]

A goodbye to you? That's really what you think was going through my mind? "There goes his sword, see you later!" Really?

[devilstongue]

No, you dumbass. I meant it was a goodbye when you took it and another to that eye bastard when you threw it away.

[ He chuckles, shaking his head. ]

Contrary to evidence, I'm not that self-absorbed to think I was on your mind at a moment like the latter.

[halforc]

I took it because I wanted to keep part of you with me, I took it because I wasn't there to fight and defend you. Molly, I took it because back when I knew nothing about Uk'otoa, I wanted my pactblade to be one of the most important things I owned ...

And I wanted you to be part of that.

[ Fjord shakes his head on the pillow, resting an arm under his head as he gets comfortable for something to do. ]

I never wanted to say goodbye; it was about remembering.

[devilstongue]

[ Molly is quiet at that, trying to fit it all into his head. There's a lot of guilt in those words, but also such kindness and... just a feeling of being part of Fjord's growth, in whatever strange way.

I wanted my pactblade to be one of the most important things I owned.

Molly turns and leans against a big, green shoulder. ]

Thank you.

[halforc]

[ He feels Molly turn into him and sighs under his breath. Rolling onto his side, Fjord drapes an arm around him and gives a tug. Clears his throat roughly. ]

Come here. You're ... [ Welcome, ] nice and warm, I'm freezing.