[ Molly says happily, leaning against that broad chest as he looks at the sunlight through the stained glass, leaving a perfect little colored plot right on that bed. He's definitely going to go sleep here on the evenings of sunny days so he can watch the sunset on the balcony and then slink into the bed to feel the water roll gently underneath.
It felt almost like being in a vardo, and that took him back to simpler times. ]
I'm so happy I get to see it. Something you love so much.
I love you more. More than this ship, more than a lot of things. Most things.
[ He watches Molly, side-eying him as blue waters lap far below the balcony. Fjord gives him a squeeze, thinking of how cold Lucien was, how he stood in the middle of that dark space and dropped the body of someone he and the Tomb Takers had killed, how unruffled and cold he was.
"A fragment, a speck."
Fjord waits until those red eyes that belong only to Molly meet his. ]
I could have fallen for you if you'd stayed with us. I think I might have.
[ Of course he was going to make a little fun of that, even as he sighs happily and looks up at his boyfriend with those sweet yet demonic red eyes. Molly first appears a little surprised to hear Fjord's words, but then turns in those arms to fully look at him. ]
You think so? I feel I could have at least gotten a kiss out of you eventually.
[ It would have been a lot harder, though. There would have been a world and people to explore quite differently than here. A relationship would have been harder to accept and learn to trust. ]
[ He pins Molly lightly between the balcony and himself, arms around him and a hand wandering up between Molly's shoulders, sliding down again. Thoughtfully, he gives Molly's musings the attention they deserve. ]
You would have gotten that kiss ... and messed me up for ages afterward, most likely.
[ Leaning down, he rests their foreheads together. ]
I hated it when we started fooling around and you were with other people, back before we agreed to always spend every night with each other. I was madly jealous.
[ Molly predictably and quickly replies with an amused laugh, before he's pinned against the railing by a big, sweet half-orc. He's probably right, it would have messed him up for some time. Hell, it was very messy here as well... but they managed, and it bloomed through it.
The forehead-to-forehead lean was Molly's favorite thing and he purrs softly, the little rumble swallowed by the sound of lazily lapping waves. ]
Mm. I'm sorry you felt that way, love. You will always mean more to me than any other lovers, specially those outside of our people. I come home to you, you're the only one I love.
[ Molly just smiles again, lips pressed against a green shoulder for a moment. ]
As long as I'm me I will love you, Fjord. Fuck Lucien. He had his turn already.
[ Mid-twenty something versus the two years Molly had - now three, if Fjord's timelines were right. A lot of it right here. Longer than he had even known Yasha. ]
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[ Molly says happily, leaning against that broad chest as he looks at the sunlight through the stained glass, leaving a perfect little colored plot right on that bed. He's definitely going to go sleep here on the evenings of sunny days so he can watch the sunset on the balcony and then slink into the bed to feel the water roll gently underneath.
It felt almost like being in a vardo, and that took him back to simpler times. ]
I'm so happy I get to see it. Something you love so much.
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[ He watches Molly, side-eying him as blue waters lap far below the balcony. Fjord gives him a squeeze, thinking of how cold Lucien was, how he stood in the middle of that dark space and dropped the body of someone he and the Tomb Takers had killed, how unruffled and cold he was.
"A fragment, a speck."
Fjord waits until those red eyes that belong only to Molly meet his. ]
I could have fallen for you if you'd stayed with us. I think I might have.
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[ Of course he was going to make a little fun of that, even as he sighs happily and looks up at his boyfriend with those sweet yet demonic red eyes. Molly first appears a little surprised to hear Fjord's words, but then turns in those arms to fully look at him. ]
You think so? I feel I could have at least gotten a kiss out of you eventually.
[ It would have been a lot harder, though. There would have been a world and people to explore quite differently than here. A relationship would have been harder to accept and learn to trust. ]
Well, now I know. In case we forget.
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[ He pins Molly lightly between the balcony and himself, arms around him and a hand wandering up between Molly's shoulders, sliding down again. Thoughtfully, he gives Molly's musings the attention they deserve. ]
You would have gotten that kiss ... and messed me up for ages afterward, most likely.
[ Leaning down, he rests their foreheads together. ]
I hated it when we started fooling around and you were with other people, back before we agreed to always spend every night with each other. I was madly jealous.
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[ Molly predictably and quickly replies with an amused laugh, before he's pinned against the railing by a big, sweet half-orc. He's probably right, it would have messed him up for some time. Hell, it was very messy here as well... but they managed, and it bloomed through it.
The forehead-to-forehead lean was Molly's favorite thing and he purrs softly, the little rumble swallowed by the sound of lazily lapping waves. ]
Mm. I'm sorry you felt that way, love. You will always mean more to me than any other lovers, specially those outside of our people. I come home to you, you're the only one I love.
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I know that now.
[ Standing together, swaying slightly with the creak of the ship, his smile widens. ]
I trust you now ... and I also know who you really are. The menace I see before me, no other.
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As long as I'm me I will love you, Fjord. Fuck Lucien. He had his turn already.
[ Mid-twenty something versus the two years Molly had - now three, if Fjord's timelines were right. A lot of it right here. Longer than he had even known Yasha. ]
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[ He hugs him tight for a moment, lips travelling across from the base of one horn to another with kisses as if casting a warding spell. ]
And I'll always love you.
[ With the sunshine beaming down on them and the glittering sea behind Molly who stands safely tucked in Fjord's embrace, he thinks, No matter what. ]