( 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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[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.

[devilstongue]

Sure.

[ Molly says with a smile, but he does cuddle up with his friend, curling his tail around Fjord's ankle. ]

We should get some more sleep.

[halforc]

[ He's got him, ain't no Lucien knocking on doors here. Not while Fjord is around. The tail around his ankle makes his foot twitch but he doesn't pull away, instead yawning into dark curly hair. ]

Sleep tight, then. And don't worry about ... stuff, back home or here. I'm in this with you.

[devilstongue]

...I appreciate that, Fjord.

[ He doesn't like to leech on Fjord's kindness and comfort (especially in a place like this, where it could fuck with things... literally) but here he still is, burying his head in that chest again. Just to not think. It's not a substitute for Yasha, but it still soothes the weird ache in him. ]