[ The shirt had helped him get the little sleep he managed, which is sad in a while different way. He feels kind of stupid about it all, wondering if it was pathetic.
(How he misses Yasha, another ache in his heart. Maybe if she had been here, he would have been less of a stupid mess and more of a stable one.
Molly does smile a little bit when Fjord reminisces, because that is a nice thing to hold on to. ]
You were such a stubborn bastard. We both would have fit in that bed, even if it was a single. I could have put a pillow between us, even.
There was no way a wreck of an insecure bastard like me could have spent a night in your bed, Molly, and I think you know it now if you didn't back then.
[ He gives him a leery eye and a smile, able and willing to admit his own stupidity. There are lots of dumb decisions in Fjord's past, right up to recently.
True. We might not even have gotten together back then because of that. I'm really proud of all the changes.
[ It all seemed to have made Fjord a happier person, all in all. ]
We're still really dumb, though.
[ Case in point, right here.
The tiefling starts slinking out of his clothes to get to bed, but stops at his leggings. Deciding to keep them on, he crawls into the much narrower bed with a sigh. Now that the shirt wasn't in it, it didn't even smell faintly of Fjord any more, and the amicable situation rolls back slightly into that hollow feeling inside. ]
[ Lying down in their separated beds like this somehow feels weirder than being alone in their big one. Sure, it brought him back to the old roommate days, but... they had surpassed that long ago. They have had this relationship longer than he even knew Fjord back home.
He sighs, turning over and curling his tail over his own legs. Molly has no idea if he's going to be able to fall asleep, having had such a difficulty to do so during this week, but he'll keep quiet for Fjord's sake.
Pathetic, how this hurt. He didn't have any issue sleeping alone in the bed if Fjord was occupied with something else, but now the loneliness felt like a giant hole underneath him, trying to drag him in. ]
[ Rolling around, huffing and puffing, he can't get comfortable and eventually just sits up. He tucks the curtain away so moonlight falls on him and rustles around in his bedside table for the library book there, resettling against the headboard where he can read it.
Or attempt to. Hesitantly, he asks, ]
This light isn't bothering you, is it?
[ It doesn't fall to Molly's side of the bedroom, just over Fjord, but it feels invasive all the same. ]
[ Molly turns his head around when Fjord speaks and glances at the half-orc, lit up by moonlight in a way that makes his heart ache in a hundred different ways. ]
No, it's fine. A little soothing, even.
[ It's not his Moonweaver, but it's lovely nonetheless. ]
Oh, um. One of the library books. It's an elf and orc who fall in love on a ship that's going to get hit by a glacier, Jackie is a rough elf from the streets who draws and Rosario is an orc lord who leaves the first-class section of the ship for their trysts.
... It's kind of stupid.
[ Smutty, because all books on the island are, but not too bad and it has a nautical theme. ]
[ His eyes track the movement of that tail. The book lands back on his own bedside table and he folds his arms, staring at his own blanketed feet in the moonlight just to have somewhere else to look.
His smile fades, voice softer after a pause. ]
You really won't pull a stunt like that again, will you?
[ Molly bunches up a pillow under his head, watching Fjord for a moment before he pulls the sheets over his tail once more. As soon as they stop talking it feels like there's a world between them again, and he glances at the other bed when his boyfr... roommate speaks again. ]
I really won't. I learned my lesson in the worst of ways.
[ It does feel like Fjord made his point (perhaps a little too well judging by the way that tail flops). Measuring out the right words, he looks over at Molly. ]
I'm sorry I had such a visceral reaction to your tattoo, I just wasn't expecting it. I still had no right to ask you to change it.
[ He looks entirely confused, because tattoos are somewhat permanent as far as Fjord's common-sense goes. Only their benevolent overlord can vanish shit away as easy as pie. ]
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(How he misses Yasha, another ache in his heart. Maybe if she had been here, he would have been less of a stupid mess and more of a stable one.
Molly does smile a little bit when Fjord reminisces, because that is a nice thing to hold on to. ]
You were such a stubborn bastard. We both would have fit in that bed, even if it was a single. I could have put a pillow between us, even.
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[ He gives him a leery eye and a smile, able and willing to admit his own stupidity. There are lots of dumb decisions in Fjord's past, right up to recently.
Still smiling, an eyeroll concedes the truth. ]
You were too beautiful and you were my friend.
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True. We might not even have gotten together back then because of that. I'm really proud of all the changes.
[ It all seemed to have made Fjord a happier person, all in all. ]
We're still really dumb, though.
[ Case in point, right here.
The tiefling starts slinking out of his clothes to get to bed, but stops at his leggings. Deciding to keep them on, he crawls into the much narrower bed with a sigh. Now that the shirt wasn't in it, it didn't even smell faintly of Fjord any more, and the amicable situation rolls back slightly into that hollow feeling inside. ]
...goodnight.
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... It does feel strange, like this. ]
Goodnight, Molly.
[ Fjord strips down to his boxers, sliding into bed with an ouch as his heel unexpectedly hits the wall. Damn, the bed really is smaller like this ...
He lies back on an arm in the dark, unable to fall asleep. Listening. The silence is deafening. ]
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He sighs, turning over and curling his tail over his own legs. Molly has no idea if he's going to be able to fall asleep, having had such a difficulty to do so during this week, but he'll keep quiet for Fjord's sake.
Pathetic, how this hurt. He didn't have any issue sleeping alone in the bed if Fjord was occupied with something else, but now the loneliness felt like a giant hole underneath him, trying to drag him in. ]
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Or attempt to. Hesitantly, he asks, ]
This light isn't bothering you, is it?
[ It doesn't fall to Molly's side of the bedroom, just over Fjord, but it feels invasive all the same. ]
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No, it's fine. A little soothing, even.
[ It's not his Moonweaver, but it's lovely nonetheless. ]
...what are you reading?
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... It's kind of stupid.
[ Smutty, because all books on the island are, but not too bad and it has a nautical theme. ]
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[ There's a lot of peach tones in this place, okay? Not even any pointy ears! ]
So are they gonna get off the boat?
[ It's only half-interesting, but anything was better than the deafening silence. ]
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[ He pauses, then flips ahead a few chapters, spoiling himself for Molly's sake. ]
I think the orc ... is too heavy for a door floating in the debris on the ocean. [ Give him a sec. ] They're in a shipwreck.
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[ Better being too heavy and give it up than both of them drowning, Molly supposes. Still, very sad. ]
I hope there's enough smut in the middle to weigh that sad ending up, otherwise you just ruined your book... session? Reading?
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[ He mimes an explosion, BOOM!! ]
It's not actually as good as the Mothman book. He got married at the end of saving the humans.
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[ Molly says, looking up at the ceiling. Like theirs had been so right. ]
I'm sure the elf will remember that for their whole long life.
...if they get off that door.
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[ Now he's just spoiling himself, leafing through. ]
Yep, he drowns and Jackie gets saved. That's a bit unfair.
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[ Wait a moment... ]
...what is it with your kind and drowning?
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My kind?
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[ He turns a bit more to smile at Fjord, tail sliding up from under the sheets so it can swish animatedly while they talk. ]
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[ His eyes track the movement of that tail. The book lands back on his own bedside table and he folds his arms, staring at his own blanketed feet in the moonlight just to have somewhere else to look.
His smile fades, voice softer after a pause. ]
You really won't pull a stunt like that again, will you?
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I really won't. I learned my lesson in the worst of ways.
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I'm sorry I had such a visceral reaction to your tattoo, I just wasn't expecting it. I still had no right to ask you to change it.
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I made plans to get rid of it, you know. Me. That's how messed up love makes you, apparently.
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[ He looks entirely confused, because tattoos are somewhat permanent as far as Fjord's common-sense goes. Only their benevolent overlord can vanish shit away as easy as pie. ]
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[ Sitting up abruptly to stare at Molly, he sighs and slumps forward over his bent knees to rub at his face. Fuck's sake. ]
Don't ever do that. Please.
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[ He sighs and rubs his own face, almost mirroring Fjord. ]
I was a bit fucked up.
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