[ Molly's stewing in the moment of silence, wondering if he should just leave and find some alcohol. He doesn't blame Fjord for anything (the bath was a nice apology) but he's just not been himself for a while now. Getting fucked up every day just to not feel like he's shattering.
There's a green hand at his face, cupping his chin, and those red eyes widen a bit in surprise when Fjord' lips meet his own in a sweet little kiss. It might be chaste and quick, but it's still a kiss from Fjord, which isn't something he'd expect.
Neither is the blushing and the desperate eye-contact, like he's trying to build himself up. Draw strength. Feel something else.
Molly leans up and returns the kiss, slowly and questioning with a brush of his nose against the half-orc's. ]
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There's a green hand at his face, cupping his chin, and those red eyes widen a bit in surprise when Fjord' lips meet his own in a sweet little kiss. It might be chaste and quick, but it's still a kiss from Fjord, which isn't something he'd expect.
Neither is the blushing and the desperate eye-contact, like he's trying to build himself up. Draw strength. Feel something else.
Molly leans up and returns the kiss, slowly and questioning with a brush of his nose against the half-orc's. ]