[ The night is normal for these days. Molly comes home, takes a shower and then hops into bed with his boyfriend, snuggling close and taking about his day for a little while. They eventually go to sleep in each other's arms and Molly drifts off to a dreamless sleep while soothed by Fjord's breathing.
He's not so soothed by it in the morning.
Pulling away in fear and falling out of bed with a crash, the tiefling backs all the way into a corner and curls up, trying to make sense of what as going on. There were so many things, so many colors, so much light coming in from the windows and he doesn't know what it means. He doesn't know anything, not even who he is or if he even is a 'he'.
Empty
He's not so soothed by it in the morning.
Pulling away in fear and falling out of bed with a crash, the tiefling backs all the way into a corner and curls up, trying to make sense of what as going on. There were so many things, so many colors, so much light coming in from the windows and he doesn't know what it means. He doesn't know anything, not even who he is or if he even is a 'he'.
He just feels so empty. ]