[ Sex becomes such a daily part of their lives that the opportunity for a breather absent of it comes as a novelty. Fjord finds a bounce in his step after he returns from hunting for the day and takes down Molly's order of beer and chips, buying as much and a pizza from the diner for their dinner. Everyone else can survive somehow, it's not his problem. Caduceus is likely cooking for them! Back home, it's already dark as evening sets in and he heads upstairs calling for Molly along the way.
A whole night of hanging out together has him more eager than he should be, wondering if he ought to feel bad about his relief. There's just so much sex going on, all the time, and he's tired. Physically, if nothing else. He's irrationally glad he bought a gigantic pizza; it symbolises the exact amount of laziness he's excited to wallow in. ]
[ When Fjord arrives Molly is waiting, wearing one of the half-orc's hoodies for max comfiness and so ready to eat and relax. It was sad to admit that someone like Molly was a little overwhelmed by all the sex as well, and the idea of a night in with good food and just chilling was surprisingly exciting.
Still in her female body since she's not changing until she gets bored (and she only has one full change left), she has made what can only be called a pillow hoard with blankets and other soft things so they can have a nice night of talking while they eat. ]
Oh, I can smell that from here! Bring in the pizza, darling... and yourself as well.
[ Happily grinning at the sight that awaits him, he closes the door on his heels and toes off his boots, climbing onto the bed with their greasy treasure. ]
Delivery for the most beautiful girlfriend in Exandria? Payment is a kiss, I hear. Company policy.
[ Hearing 'girlfriend' is funny and makes Molly smile, and she figures that's the proper wording for it right now, wasn't it? She scoots over a bit so she can give Fjord his 'payment' in a sweet kiss. ]
Mmm... almost as good as this food will be. Almost.
Vax is tearing off his clothes and heading through their rooms toward the veranda with the hot spring before Fjord has finished hanging up his coat. The trek through the City has been a pleasant one, especially with the knowledge they have a long weekend of three whole days to fool around, just them inside the walls of the vacation spot, and Fjord has long since given up not dropping kisses on the excited halfelf whenever he loses sight of him en route to their destination, exploring the path ahead. Now, checked in and bags dumped by the door, he chuckles as he watches him go and calls after him although he isn't sure he can be heard through the room and then the open sliding doors.
"That's the sensitivity spring, remember! The one behind it is the regular kind! Sheesh ..."
He has definitely lost his rogue to the wonders of hot water.
Stripping off, Fjord finds a towel to wrap around himself and emerges onto the wooden porch five minutes later. The air is full of steam and smells pleasantly of some kind of herb, and he can't immediately see Vax'ildan (that's nothing new but he hopes he hasn't drowned from hedonistic happiness).
vax'ildan is, indeed, focused entirely on the hot water. seeing fjord in his stunning, nude glory is surely something to behold, but he can see fjord's dick whenever he wants. hot water, however, that's something to appreciate. so vax'ildan buries himself in the waters of the first spring he lays eyes on, not caring much for whatever side effect he may encounter. so be it! this island has had its way with him in the past, this is no different. besides, fjord is with him, and if the effect is ill-intended, he knows he's well cared for.
a moment or two spent under the water, his beaded braids floating in the space around him, then vax'ildan surfaces, throwing his hair over his back and out of his eyes. he wipes water from his face, just in time to come eye-to-eye with fjord at the edge of the porch, and the bird smiles.
"Wouldn't dream of abandoning you in such a terrible place."
Those floating braids are so hilarious that he laughs, a counterpoint to how sneaky Vax usually is and a calling card for being found. Truth be told, Fjord has been semi-hard since they arrived and Vax lit up with enthusiasm, so when he drops his towel on the wooden veranda and steps into the spring it's with an absent stroke over his cock before both it and his hand disappear underwater.
He hisses with the heat, dipping his head back to help douse himself completely, hopefully to get used to it sooner.
vax's eyes drop immediately to that thick, hard cock, and the hand that envelops it. there will be a time for that soon, he knows, but he wants to save that for whatever effects this water might bring. while they might be less-than desirable effects alone, he knows he's with fjord, and anything they may share is okay with vax. he's safe with him.
vax pushes off the edge of the spring and floats on the surface for a moment, then dips underneath again, swimming up behind fjord to press kisses up and along his spine. fingers brush the front of his body, from his thighs to his cock to his abdomen and pecs. vax rests his head against fjord's shoulder, smiling in his ear.
[ The small wharf that appeared with the Ball-Eater is hardly worthy of a tri-mast galleon and the boarding plank of the dock is a little wobbly as Fjord races aboard, but it holds his weight and ostensibly will for everyone else when they visit. He spends his first few hours inspecting the entire ship, finding it just how he remembers (before it was lost) including the captain's quarters. If ever found on-deck he can be rooted out re-tying the ropes and relaxing as he leans on the railings, choosing to take advantage of the one sunny day a week by having lunch on the quarter-deck, behind the wheel. ]
b. captain's quarters.
[ There's not much of Avantika left anymore, save perhaps the lush mismatched carpets that cover the floor closer to the bed and wardrobe. The round table is littered in the maps Fjord has kept in his Bag of Holding, spread out with heavy shell paperweights, hanging off the table in some cases depending on which he's looking at. The shrine to Uk'otoa on the shelf by the door has been changed into one for the Wildmother (a discerning eye may notice the heart-shaped curl of driftwood newly nailed over the bed too, since a Paladin of Love has to ... pray somehow), and the balcony doors are almost always flung wide unless it is raining. The room is the largest private one on the entire ship, spanning the entire breadth of the poop-deck, and always smells faintly like the shrine's flowers and coffee. ]
c. stocking up.
[ Not knowing when Vox Nein may need to make a quick getaway from the land, Fjord spends a week storing cargo of salted meats and dried fruits in barrels in the galley, three floors down in the belly of the ship. He does this alongside sorting out fresh sheets for the bedrooms too, informal little rooms for those who don't want to use hammocks on the (currently useless) gun deck, and generally runs down a list of everything they would need if it came to leaving the island. There's the rumoured sea monsters to be wary of but he's confident they could blast their way free of danger; Fjord doesn't want that to happen and then for everyone to starve somehow. During these days he can be found in a thin, sweat-soaked tshirt and pants, striding around busily but happily. ]
[ While Fjord is on checking ropes, a sudden blur appears beside him as Molly uses the Summer's Dance to Misty Step up on the deck. Grinning, the tiefling gives a flourished bow. ]
Shaun stood on the docks studying the ship. It was quite impressive and very similar to the sailing ships he remembered from his youth. He smiles as he looks over the many masts and ropes. It's been a long time.
"Is this your ship, Captain?" Shaun calls to Fjord when he spots him on the deck. "She's lovely."
It looks like the sort of ship Shaun would hire these days to bring goods from exotic places. He would definitely considering hiring Fjord and his ship once he had the tea house with Caduceus. "Are you letting others on board or still getting her ready?"
"A house and a ship? You've done well for yourselves." Shaun carefully makes his way up the gangplank. It's been awhile since he's been on a ship and his sea legs aren't what they used to be.
He feels balanced by the time he makes it on deck. "Thank you, Captain. It's been a long time since I've been on a ship. Having magic makes it much easier to go home than sailing."
[It's some time in the later afternoon, after the captain's bed has been rightfully christened in the interest of them not immediately jumping each other that Aphrodite is lounging amidst the rumpled sheets. Just relaxing while Fjord goes about whatever needs done in the captains quarters. Even if his duties pull him out of the room, she'll be waiting for him, quite content to keep him company and his bed warm.]
So, my love, I must know one thing.
[She sing-songs. Currently she's laying on her stomach, pedaling her feet lightly behind her, and curling a lock of her hair around a finger, while she peers around the room. Something about it seems off about the sort of aesthetic she would expect from a room purely of Fjord's doing. But her question isn't about that. (yet)]
[ With a morning romp out of the way he can focus more on the map he's making of the current island they are on. Poring over it in his trousers and a loose, crinkled shirt, he looks up affectionately from the desk at the sight of Aphrodite lounging on the bed and snorts at the question. ]
I was wondering how long you were going to bury your curiosity about that. I, uh ... ate these balls, [ that sounds so weird, ] they belonged to my last patron.
[She’s not certain what explanation she was expecting – sailors weren’t known for having the cleanest sense of humor so she assumed perhaps it was some kind of joke – but the one she gets, and the subsequent stammering that follows has her grinning. He’s so cute when he’s flustered.
Tilting her head, she lets the curl she’s been twisting in her hair go slack, and it bounces free of her finger.]
Hmm, by that logic, can I expect your next ship will be named for your current patron? The Clit Licker perhaps…?
[ Fjord uses Far Step to teleport right up into the crow's nest with a flurry of wind, knocking over some pillows in the process. It certainly looks cosy up here since the last time he was this high up and it's by no means a bad thing, since all the mismatched luxury is very Vax-like.
He plants his hands on his hips, just in a loose shirt and his leathers today, as he shoots him a narrow look with the wind whipping through his hair. ]
vax'ildan has indeed turned the crow's nest into it's namesake, stacking it high with pillows from... well, everywhere. one of shaun's satin beaded pillows, one of his own, one stolen from essek's room, and a few more, just for kicks. it's made the space pretty comfortable, and he's wrapped up tightly in his wings when fjord makes himself known.
vax experiences two emotions at the same time. his first is a hint of arousal; fjord's entrance is grand, indeed, and he holds himself like a ship captain. he holds with him a sense of authority, one that makes vax'ildan feel a little... well. he would be willing to take some discipline from this captain, that's for sure.
the other emotion that hits him is annoyance. he's worked hard on this crow's nest, dammit, and fjord is ruining it all! he was comfortable, and now he's being challenged.
good thing vax is competitive.
instead of a frown, a smirk creeps onto his face, and he sits up, leaning against the wooden frame of the crow's nest. "go on, then. it'll not be the worst beating i've ever taken, from the looks of you."
There's excited talk of the ship throughout the house when Essek awakens in the afternoon. Rather than rushing off, he waits until sunset; even if he's managed some fiddling to make it easier to withstand the brightness of the daylight, he still prefers the darker hours. It's comforting.
The sky is ablaze with its wondrous colors of another day ended as he finds his way down to the shore, floating easily now over the sand to reach the weather-worn wooden dock that extends into the water. The ship tied there somehow seems smaller than he remembers it, though still impressive by its appearance in comparison to the empty surroundings. Essek hovers at the head of the gangway, looking up at the masts as memory and trepidation swirl within him. The last time he had seen this ship had been the last time he'd seen the Nein, before their reunion here.
Things are different now. But it's hard to still the thickened beating of his heart as familiar memories play themselves out over and over.
A heavy breath wells in his chest, and he sighs, until Fjord's familiar figure comes up from below. A light smile washes into place as their eyes catch, though he still doesn't cross the threshold yet.
On his way above-deck to check that everything is tied down for the night (as if it never is in the day) he spots a figure on the dock below. The smile is returned, warm and surprised.
"Granted." He shoots him a wink. "Care to join me for dinner? I was just settling down but I could do with the company, especially if it's more awake than I am."
[ There's no way Lottie wouldn't notice the mysterious ship appear on her daily trip to the beach, and there's equally no way that she wouldn't go stare at it. For the first thirty minutes or so, she actually hides behind a rock some ways from the little harbor, noticing the very familiar green man roaming around the dock doing.. Well, she's assuming ship things. Maybe singing sea shanties or whatever, she doesn't know!
But she does know that she'd at least be alright to go and bug him. Probably. With that in mind, after strategically waiting another ten minutes, she pretends like she wasn't sweating about this entire interaction to go approach the ship. She's wearing her usual beach garb (a sweater, shorts, pink flip flops and her glasses), and despite being dressed for activity she hesitates to get on that plank. So she shouts (as much she can, anyway) - ]
I should've known! This is definitely something you'd do.
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( molly; soft boys )
A whole night of hanging out together has him more eager than he should be, wondering if he ought to feel bad about his relief. There's just so much sex going on, all the time, and he's tired. Physically, if nothing else. He's irrationally glad he bought a gigantic pizza; it symbolises the exact amount of laziness he's excited to wallow in. ]
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Still in her female body since she's not changing until she gets bored (and she only has one full change left), she has made what can only be called a pillow hoard with blankets and other soft things so they can have a nice night of talking while they eat. ]
Oh, I can smell that from here! Bring in the pizza, darling... and yourself as well.
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[ Happily grinning at the sight that awaits him, he closes the door on his heels and toes off his boots, climbing onto the bed with their greasy treasure. ]
Delivery for the most beautiful girlfriend in Exandria? Payment is a kiss, I hear. Company policy.
[ Smoooooch! ]
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Mmm... almost as good as this food will be. Almost.
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( vax; a stuffed bird )
"That's the sensitivity spring, remember! The one behind it is the regular kind! Sheesh ..."
He has definitely lost his rogue to the wonders of hot water.
Stripping off, Fjord finds a towel to wrap around himself and emerges onto the wooden porch five minutes later. The air is full of steam and smells pleasantly of some kind of herb, and he can't immediately see Vax'ildan (that's nothing new but he hopes he hasn't drowned from hedonistic happiness).
"Hey, where did you go?"
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a moment or two spent under the water, his beaded braids floating in the space around him, then vax'ildan surfaces, throwing his hair over his back and out of his eyes. he wipes water from his face, just in time to come eye-to-eye with fjord at the edge of the porch, and the bird smiles.
"hey. gonna join me or do i have to swim alone?"
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Those floating braids are so hilarious that he laughs, a counterpoint to how sneaky Vax usually is and a calling card for being found. Truth be told, Fjord has been semi-hard since they arrived and Vax lit up with enthusiasm, so when he drops his towel on the wooden veranda and steps into the spring it's with an absent stroke over his cock before both it and his hand disappear underwater.
He hisses with the heat, dipping his head back to help douse himself completely, hopefully to get used to it sooner.
"Damn, it's hot!"
Obviously, but. Wow.
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vax pushes off the edge of the spring and floats on the surface for a moment, then dips underneath again, swimming up behind fjord to press kisses up and along his spine. fingers brush the front of his body, from his thighs to his cock to his abdomen and pecs. vax rests his head against fjord's shoulder, smiling in his ear.
"come get fucked up with me."
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( ball-eater prompts )
a. upper deck.
[ The small wharf that appeared with the Ball-Eater is hardly worthy of a tri-mast galleon and the boarding plank of the dock is a little wobbly as Fjord races aboard, but it holds his weight and ostensibly will for everyone else when they visit. He spends his first few hours inspecting the entire ship, finding it just how he remembers (before it was lost) including the captain's quarters. If ever found on-deck he can be rooted out re-tying the ropes and relaxing as he leans on the railings, choosing to take advantage of the one sunny day a week by having lunch on the quarter-deck, behind the wheel. ]
b. captain's quarters.
[ There's not much of Avantika left anymore, save perhaps the lush mismatched carpets that cover the floor closer to the bed and wardrobe. The round table is littered in the maps Fjord has kept in his Bag of Holding, spread out with heavy shell paperweights, hanging off the table in some cases depending on which he's looking at. The shrine to Uk'otoa on the shelf by the door has been changed into one for the Wildmother (a discerning eye may notice the heart-shaped curl of driftwood newly nailed over the bed too, since a Paladin of Love has to ... pray somehow), and the balcony doors are almost always flung wide unless it is raining. The room is the largest private one on the entire ship, spanning the entire breadth of the poop-deck, and always smells faintly like the shrine's flowers and coffee. ]
c. stocking up.
[ Not knowing when Vox Nein may need to make a quick getaway from the land, Fjord spends a week storing cargo of salted meats and dried fruits in barrels in the galley, three floors down in the belly of the ship. He does this alongside sorting out fresh sheets for the bedrooms too, informal little rooms for those who don't want to use hammocks on the (currently useless) gun deck, and generally runs down a list of everything they would need if it came to leaving the island. There's the rumoured sea monsters to be wary of but he's confident they could blast their way free of danger; Fjord doesn't want that to happen and then for everyone to starve somehow. During these days he can be found in a thin, sweat-soaked tshirt and pants, striding around busily but happily. ]
a. upper deck
Hello, captain! Permission to come aboard?
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[ He drops the ropes he was winding, forearms shining with sweat, and walks over to peck Molly on the lips. ]
Welcome to the Ball-Eater, Molly. Are you going to have a look around yourself or would you like a tour?
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[ He is definitely enjoys the view (look at those shoulders and arms!), and meets the peck happily. Fjord looked good out here. Happy.]
...and of course I want a tour. I'm about to have to compete with your second love, I need to know all her secrets.
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"Is this your ship, Captain?" Shaun calls to Fjord when he spots him on the deck. "She's lovely."
It looks like the sort of ship Shaun would hire these days to bring goods from exotic places. He would definitely considering hiring Fjord and his ship once he had the tea house with Caduceus. "Are you letting others on board or still getting her ready?"
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"Of course, come aboard! She's mine, yes. Well, ours ... the Nein's, really."
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He feels balanced by the time he makes it on deck. "Thank you, Captain. It's been a long time since I've been on a ship. Having magic makes it much easier to go home than sailing."
But's still very impressive.
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B! Let me know if the time jump is okay :D
in the interest of them not immediately jumping each otherthat Aphrodite is lounging amidst the rumpled sheets. Just relaxing while Fjord goes about whatever needs done in the captains quarters. Even if his duties pull him out of the room, she'll be waiting for him, quite content to keep him company and his bed warm.]So, my love, I must know one thing.
[She sing-songs. Currently she's laying on her stomach, pedaling her feet lightly behind her, and curling a lock of her hair around a finger, while she peers around the room. Something about it seems off about the sort of aesthetic she would expect from a room purely of Fjord's doing. But her question isn't about that. (yet)]
'The Ball Eater'...?
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I was wondering how long you were going to bury your curiosity about that. I, uh ... ate these balls, [ that sounds so weird, ] they belonged to my last patron.
[ Wait. ]
Not like that —
[ This is the worst explanation. ]
I could not resist
Tilting her head, she lets the curl she’s been twisting in her hair go slack, and it bounces free of her finger.]
Hmm, by that logic, can I expect your next ship will be named for your current patron? The Clit Licker perhaps…?
FNFBJJDG
:'D
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[ Fjord uses Far Step to teleport right up into the crow's nest with a flurry of wind, knocking over some pillows in the process. It certainly looks cosy up here since the last time he was this high up and it's by no means a bad thing, since all the mismatched luxury is very Vax-like.
He plants his hands on his hips, just in a loose shirt and his leathers today, as he shoots him a narrow look with the wind whipping through his hair. ]
I'm here to beat up a stowaway.
[ More to kiss one, it looks like. ]
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vax experiences two emotions at the same time. his first is a hint of arousal; fjord's entrance is grand, indeed, and he holds himself like a ship captain. he holds with him a sense of authority, one that makes vax'ildan feel a little... well. he would be willing to take some discipline from this captain, that's for sure.
the other emotion that hits him is annoyance. he's worked hard on this crow's nest, dammit, and fjord is ruining it all! he was comfortable, and now he's being challenged.
good thing vax is competitive.
instead of a frown, a smirk creeps onto his face, and he sits up, leaning against the wooden frame of the crow's nest. "go on, then. it'll not be the worst beating i've ever taken, from the looks of you."
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The sky is ablaze with its wondrous colors of another day ended as he finds his way down to the shore, floating easily now over the sand to reach the weather-worn wooden dock that extends into the water. The ship tied there somehow seems smaller than he remembers it, though still impressive by its appearance in comparison to the empty surroundings. Essek hovers at the head of the gangway, looking up at the masts as memory and trepidation swirl within him. The last time he had seen this ship had been the last time he'd seen the Nein, before their reunion here.
Things are different now. But it's hard to still the thickened beating of his heart as familiar memories play themselves out over and over.
A heavy breath wells in his chest, and he sighs, until Fjord's familiar figure comes up from below. A light smile washes into place as their eyes catch, though he still doesn't cross the threshold yet.
"Permission to come aboard?"
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"Granted." He shoots him a wink. "Care to join me for dinner? I was just settling down but I could do with the company, especially if it's more awake than I am."
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But she does know that she'd at least be alright to go and bug him. Probably. With that in mind, after strategically waiting another ten minutes, she pretends like she wasn't sweating about this entire interaction to go approach the ship. She's wearing her usual beach garb (a sweater, shorts, pink flip flops and her glasses), and despite being dressed for activity she hesitates to get on that plank. So she shouts (as much she can, anyway) - ]
I should've known! This is definitely something you'd do.
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Oh, yeah? You scared I'll make an honest sailor out of you, green goblin?
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