[ There's a quick shake of his head from Molly at that. Fucking eyes, fucking Lucien and fuck this mage lady. ]
No, I'd just find another way to fight. I'd still be able to use my swords. In the beginning when I was learning I only used them like any person... until I cut myself and made ice line the blade.
[ He looks at his hands, turning them over to see the little callouses from holding his weapons. ]
If they were gone... I'd manage. I just want to be able to protect my people.
Then I don't think you've got anything to lose by asking the Augur to remove the red eyes. Not these two though, [ tapping under Molly's actual eyes, ] I might miss them.
[ Molly leans his head back to do just that, smiling up at Fjord happily. This was so stupidly domestic and somehow he's weirdly happy about that, too. It wasn't anything he thought he'd enjoy, expecting to get bored and antsy... but he's comfortable.
Reaching up with his newly-tattooed hand, he plays a little with those loose hairs at Fjord's brow. ]
[ He rests his head on Molly's shoulder, slumped against him on the couch. The brushing of fingers through his hair has his lashes fluttering, smirking a little as he uses his old accent to add, ]
[ Ooh, there's that accent. Molly loves both of them, but hearing the old one makes him think of the past, awkward Fjord. It's adorable and a little hot at once, and it makes him laugh softly. ]
I can be just as sweet as I'm pretty, just for you.
[ He doesn't have a second accent to switch into that doesn't just mean leaning more into Gustav's (and thus, Lucien's), so instead he adds the breathless, soft hiss of infernal just to be silly. ]
[ His brows shoot up and he barely holds in a snicker. ]
Uh oh, someone's gettin' all spicy on me ... !
[ Absolutely still playing with that dumbfuck accent if it makes Molly laugh, he makes a grab for his waist to pull him forward, bucket of chicken be damned. ]
[ Molly groans as he's pulled, too full of chicken and beer to even try to protest. He laughs, tail swishing with glee as his fangs bare more to look 'scarier'. He starts speaking in infernal, making sure his facial expression is properly evil as he does.
...he's just saying nonsense, though. Kind of what he did when using Vicious Mockery. ]
«Weather. Gold. Small house hunter babies.» [ ...kittens. ] «Green. Sea. Sea. Sea. Mine. I don't expect payment.»
[ Back to normal accent-wise, ] What are you saying? I trust absolutely nothing about that language.
[ Slouched with Molly draped on top, he wraps an arm around his waist and pokes him on the lips with his free hand, smearing them over those scary fangs. ]
[ He's careful about cuddling Molly and leaving that newly tattooed arm untouched, not wanting to squash it and make it more painful, or however it feels. Just looking at him as they settle down together makes Fjord smile, as if he has a secret, but in reality he's just content. Safe and happy for the time being with someone he can be entirely at ease with ... it makes him think more intently about their situation, trapped on the island but also brought back together by it. ]
I'm so glad I have you.
[ It comes out softer than he intends, but oh well. No hiding much at close range. ]
[ Molly teases, and then just takes a moment to enjoy the closeness. Fjord smells nice and they had a good meal, so he's utterly content and comfortable. A glance up at Fjord's face makes him smile back, curious and happy in one.
The comment makes the tiefling nod slightly, features softening as he subconsciously runs a finger along the curve of Fjord's chest. ]
...me too. I would have never thought this would happen, but... I'm happy. Stupidly happy. It's worth all the strange things of this place.
[ His hand slides over Molly's on his chest, glancing down to catch sight of that distracting swirl on the back. He pulls face as if his nose is itchy, then lets out a breath he hadn't realised he was holding. ]
Molls, the Augur ... they can change anything they want, can't they? Easy. They put these tattoos on you in seconds, am I right?
[ Molly almost looks a little relieved when Fjord agrees, and the thoughts that follow makes him nods slightly. ]
I... I think so. I mean, I don't think I've heard anyone not getting their rewards, as of yet? They put these on me in seconds, they can take and give back your magic... I'm assuming repairing the island is also something it does as long as we keep giving it energy.
[ Hmm. Hmmm. With one arm around Molly he uses his others to rake through his own hair, the heel of a hand rubbing at his eyes as he thinks of how little he likes lying to him nowadays. Or more omitting the truth. It's not like it used to be when they would just snark and bitch at each other (well, it is), there's more to the concept of hurting Molly now than there used to be and Fjord senses that not being honest is going to bite him in the ass in the future.
After a long moment of silence, he sighs. ]
Okay, then because it's so easy, do you think ... [ He needs to phrase this right. ] Would you be open to adjusting your tattoos, maybe?
[ Molly's soft, content purr of closeness stops like he blew a fuse in it, and he pulls back a bit, red eyes a little wide as he looks at Fjord.
It had been too much, hadn't it? He fucked up, Fjord didn't like being the focus of his whole arm. He should have asked first. ]
I...
[ He pauses, and then rubs slightly over the lightning bolt cascading through the water. Schooling his face to be neutral and trying to make his tail not do the 'Molly's prickly' dance, he keeps his voice that loose, easy tone. ]
[ He clears his throat and gives a little tug on Molly's hair to try and calm him down, stroking the back of his neck. Twists around to face him a bit better on the couch. ]
I like them, I do, but I don't know if ... [ AHHHH. ] Maybe if I had been clearer about my — my feelings before I had come to this island, you wouldn't have ... put Jester's lollipop on your hand.
[ Feeling incredibly awkward, he squints at him as though expecting the worst and his voice softens. ]
[ Molly gives Fjord a look, facial features both disbelieving and confused. His feelings, was it? Jester's tattoo...
Oh.
He wants to be angry, because that's the easiest reaction, just hiss and stomp off and deal with it later, preferably when drunk. Or never deal with it at all. Fjord's being honest, though, which is a few months too late to hear now, but still honest. ]
Congratulations. I don't know what the fuck to say to that.
I don't... what am I supposed to say? 'Thanks for telling me, I'll use my next square to fix this art on my body because you didn't tell me you have a thing for Jester after months us fucking'?
[ Molly can't keep his tail from angry-swishing any more, which might just be a relief for everyone involved. ]
I just don't want to suddenly be thinking of someone else because there's a blatant reminder of them on you when we're being intimate. It's not like it's a picture of the ocean or lightning, those aren't immediately specific.
[ He reaches to take the newly tattooed hand in his. ]
Funny, how us having sex was totally the most pressing thought in my mind when I put my friend's reminder on my body, Fjord. What if I had put it on my shoulder? Could you never kiss me there?
[ He pulls away further, taking his hand back. ]
Us fucking is not going to change that she's dear to me. She's my friend! I'm not going to leave her off just because it might remind you of her. Hell, I have reminders of Beauregard on me now and I sure as fuck do not want to think of her when I sleep with anyone.
[ He frustrated gestures to the half-orc. ]
It sounds to me like you're feeling guilty about Jester.
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[ Molly says with a little chuckle, and sighs happily when he feels the thumb against the tip. ]
My tattoos are more me than the skin is, though. They made me me. Not him.
[ He knocks back the last of his beer from the can with a content sigh. ]
...I wonder if the Augur could remove the eyes?
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[ He needs to stop repeating that. Moving swiftly on, ]
... Would you still have your Blood Hunter abilities if you lost the eyes? Or would that even matter?
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[ He rubs a finger over the eye on his neck. ]
You know better than I if they're connected to that or not. They're just... weird.
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[ He hasn't seen him fight yet, only knowing Lucien can take down a mage of the Cerberus Assembly with ease. ]
Even if you did lose all the shit that went along with them, would you mind?
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No, I'd just find another way to fight. I'd still be able to use my swords. In the beginning when I was learning I only used them like any person... until I cut myself and made ice line the blade.
[ He looks at his hands, turning them over to see the little callouses from holding his weapons. ]
If they were gone... I'd manage. I just want to be able to protect my people.
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[ Molly leans his head back to do just that, smiling up at Fjord happily. This was so stupidly domestic and somehow he's weirdly happy about that, too. It wasn't anything he thought he'd enjoy, expecting to get bored and antsy... but he's comfortable.
Reaching up with his newly-tattooed hand, he plays a little with those loose hairs at Fjord's brow. ]
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[ He rests his head on Molly's shoulder, slumped against him on the couch. The brushing of fingers through his hair has his lashes fluttering, smirking a little as he uses his old accent to add, ]
Real sweet of ya, darlin'.
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I can be just as sweet as I'm pretty, just for you.
[ He doesn't have a second accent to switch into that doesn't just mean leaning more into Gustav's (and thus, Lucien's), so instead he adds the breathless, soft hiss of infernal just to be silly. ]
...and it's all true.
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Uh oh, someone's gettin' all spicy on me ... !
[ Absolutely still playing with that dumbfuck accent if it makes Molly laugh, he makes a grab for his waist to pull him forward, bucket of chicken be damned. ]
I better subdue the threat.
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...he's just saying nonsense, though. Kind of what he did when using Vicious Mockery. ]
«Weather. Gold. Small house hunter babies.» [ ...kittens. ] «Green. Sea. Sea. Sea. Mine. I don't expect payment.»
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[ Slouched with Molly draped on top, he wraps an arm around his waist and pokes him on the lips with his free hand, smearing them over those scary fangs. ]
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I said you're the most wonderful boyfriend, but if you pull on me like that again I will burp.
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[ He's careful about cuddling Molly and leaving that newly tattooed arm untouched, not wanting to squash it and make it more painful, or however it feels. Just looking at him as they settle down together makes Fjord smile, as if he has a secret, but in reality he's just content. Safe and happy for the time being with someone he can be entirely at ease with ... it makes him think more intently about their situation, trapped on the island but also brought back together by it. ]
I'm so glad I have you.
[ It comes out softer than he intends, but oh well. No hiding much at close range. ]
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[ Molly teases, and then just takes a moment to enjoy the closeness. Fjord smells nice and they had a good meal, so he's utterly content and comfortable. A glance up at Fjord's face makes him smile back, curious and happy in one.
The comment makes the tiefling nod slightly, features softening as he subconsciously runs a finger along the curve of Fjord's chest. ]
...me too. I would have never thought this would happen, but... I'm happy. Stupidly happy. It's worth all the strange things of this place.
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[ His hand slides over Molly's on his chest, glancing down to catch sight of that distracting swirl on the back. He pulls face as if his nose is itchy, then lets out a breath he hadn't realised he was holding. ]
Molls, the Augur ... they can change anything they want, can't they? Easy. They put these tattoos on you in seconds, am I right?
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I... I think so. I mean, I don't think I've heard anyone not getting their rewards, as of yet? They put these on me in seconds, they can take and give back your magic... I'm assuming repairing the island is also something it does as long as we keep giving it energy.
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After a long moment of silence, he sighs. ]
Okay, then because it's so easy, do you think ... [ He needs to phrase this right. ] Would you be open to adjusting your tattoos, maybe?
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It had been too much, hadn't it? He fucked up, Fjord didn't like being the focus of his whole arm. He should have asked first. ]
I...
[ He pauses, and then rubs slightly over the lightning bolt cascading through the water. Schooling his face to be neutral and trying to make his tail not do the 'Molly's prickly' dance, he keeps his voice that loose, easy tone. ]
To what?
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I like them, I do, but I don't know if ... [ AHHHH. ] Maybe if I had been clearer about my — my feelings before I had come to this island, you wouldn't have ... put Jester's lollipop on your hand.
[ Feeling incredibly awkward, he squints at him as though expecting the worst and his voice softens. ]
I should have said something.
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Oh.
He wants to be angry, because that's the easiest reaction, just hiss and stomp off and deal with it later, preferably when drunk. Or never deal with it at all. Fjord's being honest, though, which is a few months too late to hear now, but still honest. ]
Congratulations. I don't know what the fuck to say to that.
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[ Now incredibly confused and a little panicked because Molly Isn't Reacting. ]
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[ Molly can't keep his tail from angry-swishing any more, which might just be a relief for everyone involved. ]
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[ Fuck, that kind of hits the nail on the head. ]
I just don't want to suddenly be thinking of someone else because there's a blatant reminder of them on you when we're being intimate. It's not like it's a picture of the ocean or lightning, those aren't immediately specific.
[ He reaches to take the newly tattooed hand in his. ]
I'm sorry.
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[ He pulls away further, taking his hand back. ]
Us fucking is not going to change that she's dear to me. She's my friend! I'm not going to leave her off just because it might remind you of her. Hell, I have reminders of Beauregard on me now and I sure as fuck do not want to think of her when I sleep with anyone.
[ He frustrated gestures to the half-orc. ]
It sounds to me like you're feeling guilty about Jester.
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