[ Molly's eyes are half-lidded and he's surprisingly sweet and pliant in the kisses, keeping them on the chaste side to follow Fjord's lead. It's soothing in a way he did not expect, and for a moment his head focuses only on this.
Once the half-orc leans back, Molly has a slight smile on his face, lips a little wet and a flush on his cheeks that just seems outlandish on a shameless hedonist. ]
[ His own smile tweaks back up under the warmth of Molly's and Fjord wraps his arm around his shoulders again, sliding his other hand back to the crook of a neck. ]
If you need — If that helps, if I can help, then ... any time. Same as you said to me. I'm not sure [ hah, with a breathy laugh ] what I'm doing but I know that I want to be here for you. I don't want you to second-guess that. Alright?
[ Some of his hesitancy is still there underneath, inexplicably woven into him from a young age, but there's a loosening of those ropes around his chest and it comes from a place of care for Molly. He wouldn't want any of the Nein to feel uncomfortable asking for his help or reassurance.
Fjord dispels the sword and the room goes dark, disorientating him as he tugs up the blankets for them to get some sleep. His arms wrap around Molly and with the tiefling pillowed on his chest there's a nice soft space between his horns where Fjord buries his face, cushioned by curls. ]
[ They're so close and Molly's skin is hot against Fjord's as they hold eachother like this. The tiefling is soon making little snoozing sounds, falling back asleep a lot easier than he thought after that shared dream.
He doesn't know what to think at all about this and what it means for them to wiggle this line between friends, but it helped. It helped a lot. Molly knows it's not going to completely heal this cracking feeling in his chest or change the frustration and anger that boils every time the half-orc says he's the same as Lucien... but in the end, Fjord's on his side. Cares for him this much, despite how short a time they've known eachother.
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Once the half-orc leans back, Molly has a slight smile on his face, lips a little wet and a flush on his cheeks that just seems outlandish on a shameless hedonist. ]
...hi.
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If you need — If that helps, if I can help, then ... any time. Same as you said to me. I'm not sure [ hah, with a breathy laugh ] what I'm doing but I know that I want to be here for you. I don't want you to second-guess that. Alright?
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[ He laughs as well, leaning closer as his neck is cradled by that big hand. ]
Thank you, Fjord. I'm not sure what we're doing either, but really did help.
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Good. Great! I'm glad.
[ Patting Molly on the back like he did a job well done?? Fjord doesn't know. ]
Do you, ah, want to try going back to sleep?
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He's cuddling, kissing Fjord. The one he thought was the straightest and most burdened under toxic masculinity, and Fjord was the one initiating it. ]
Yeah. I'll try.
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Fjord dispels the sword and the room goes dark, disorientating him as he tugs up the blankets for them to get some sleep. His arms wrap around Molly and with the tiefling pillowed on his chest there's a nice soft space between his horns where Fjord buries his face, cushioned by curls. ]
Wake me up if you need to, it's okay.
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He doesn't know what to think at all about this and what it means for them to wiggle this line between friends, but it helped. It helped a lot. Molly knows it's not going to completely heal this cracking feeling in his chest or change the frustration and anger that boils every time the half-orc says he's the same as Lucien... but in the end, Fjord's on his side. Cares for him this much, despite how short a time they've known eachother.
He's grateful. ]