[ Even when they were (are?) dating he didn't bother waiting up for Molly, accustomed more to waking up with him than falling asleep with anyone. The sound that leaves him as a heavy weight flops half-on him is a wheezy one, startled awake with a pained grunt and blinking wide-eyed at the lump of a man at his side. The single beds aren't massive so he has to twist around on the spot with some difficulty, trapped under the sheets, in order to prod Molly with enough force to wake him. ]
Hey. Molly, hey, [ the smell hits him a minute later, ] whoa. Shit. Are you drunk?
[ Molly whines as he's shaken, slapping the hand away - well, trying to, he mostly misses. He opens bleary red eyes and give Fjord a confused look for a moment, before it turns into a big, toothy smile. ]
IIII had a lot of fun! I was dancing! Do you know there's dances that are just shaking your ass??? I thought my tail was gonna fall off.
[ He's slurring a lot, but at least the point is coming across fairly well.
...if there was a point. ]
I had so many drinks and then I took a bottle. I think I stole it... BUT there's a worm... there's a worm in it! A magic worm, Fjord. Makes it taste all... wormy.
[ He laughs under his breath at Molly's delight, charmed by it even though the stink of alcohol is sharp and everywhere. ]
Maybe it's a good thing the worm is gone, that sounds disgusting. [ He covers Molly's searching hand with his, patting it. ] It's time for bed now, settle down.
[ Molly whines, having had a whole drunken plan - but the handpat makes him pause for a bit. ]
It's sleepy time?
[ He lies down more, turning that hand in Fjord's so he can hold it. It seems to click something in his brain and he starts purring so loudly that it's a wonder he doesn't vibrate out of the bed. ]
[ Plans for worm-bombing Beau averted (at least until tomorrow), he props himself up on an arm and slips his hand free to start a not entirely new ritual of brushing Molly's hair back from his face and horns where it has tangled, combing his fingers through waves.
The purring is cuter than he lets on. ]
I like it when you're here too, you lush. Did you eat tonight or just gargle drinks?
[ Of course Molly's hair is a mess, tangled in his horns and jewelry, so it's a soothing thing to have his locks brushed back and loosened by strong, gentle hands. He missed it terribly, and the touch mellows the tiefling out further. ]
You know what that means, don't you? You're king of the fries.
[ He gives him a wink, then glances over at Molly's bed. Best case scenario he gets him settled here and then sleeps over there himself, he supposes. Except, this is the closest they have come since going on a break and it's awfully pleasant having Molly cuddled up beside him again, batting long lashes and grinning through ripe lips. Aside from sucking down barrels of alcohol, Fjord wonders if that pretty mouth has been used on anyone else. ]
[ Molly grins, far too easily amused for his own good right now and just soaking up their closeness like a starved plant seeing the sun again after weeks of darkness. He leans to Fjord, making himself comfortable right there despite the fact that he's half-dressed and wearing a boot, makeup smudged on one side and probably infecting Fjord's bed with glitter. ]
Nobody, cuz' everyone was boring and I wanted to have fun! I met some people that taught me the dance...
[ He wiggles his butt a bit in what migh... no, it's not even close. ]
Then I had drinks with a big group, and then we threw things at the automatons! Clong!
Don't throw things at the automatons, they can be dangerous. Your wiggly tail might come right off if they get angry and we don't want that.
[ He starts removing the garish horn jewellery and leaning past Molly to set it on the nightstand. Knowing what Molly likes, and since they are squashed together with no hope of escape anyway, he runs his fingers down a horn to knead at the base into the roots of nearby hair, hoping it will stop Molly from getting queasy and the touch will be an anchor.
It's also a weak excuse to touch him again; Molly won't remember much in the morning. Deep-voiced with a private affection that never leaves their bedroom, he tries to soothe that feckless energy. ]
[ Molly repeats, as if that somehow made the possible tail trauma worth it. He leans closer to Fjord, still purring as he's relieved of some jewelry, heart rushing with happiness and love spurred on by the sweet gestures. The horn-rubbing sooths him enough for his eyes to start closing, tiredness filling his body quickly once that starts.
He mumbles something incomprehensible and then blinks at Fjord when the man speaks again. ]
His smile softens a little, saddened, because as much as he would like to keep Molly in his bed and pretend this is now normal, he feels like that would be a lie too far even to a wasted friend. ]
[ Molly blinks again, trying to focus for a moment - and then his face falls into an expression of anguish, like it all just got back to him. He tries to sit up but he's too dizzy now, almost sliding off the whole bed instead. ]
[ Uh, oh. In a bid to distract himself from how much he feels the same, he sits up to take off Molly's other boot and help him out of his belt. The pants stay on. ]
You've got no bones when you're drunk, do you know that? Get under the covers, Molls.
[ The mess of a tiefling proclaims, wiggling a bit to grab the covers and pull them almost all the way over his head. It smells like Fjord and the scent immediately makes him purr loudly again. ]
Sleep time! Tomorrow I'm feeding Beau a worm, cuz it's super boozy...
[ He suspects the only thing Molly will be feeding tomorrow is his hangover a greasy breakfast.
After a moment's hesitation looking down on him, he hooks an arm around Molly's shoulders to coax him into what became, over months, their natural sleeping position with those horns safely tucked away, a tiefling on his chest. ]
Come here, just don't throw up on me or I really will toss you back into your own bed.
[ He's definitely going to need a good breakfast and some pain pills tomorrow, because tequila is quite different from slowly getting shitfaced after hours of drinking ale. (It's a good thing Molly's used to the landings of most things.)
The tiefling is surprised to feel the familiar arms around him, coaxing him into the most perfect place in any world. He leans to that offered chest with a bone-weary sigh of contentment, tail immediately seeking out an ankle to coil the end around.
It's the most comfortable he's been in a long time, surrounded by Fjord's scent, heartbeat and warmth. ]
Not... gonna throw up.
[ He mumbles again, his body already the consistency of a lavender ooze. ]
[ It hits him just how lonely his bed has been without that tail winding around some part of him, it's a very Molly thing to do. The hot spot between his horns where his hair is wildest is where Fjord nuzzles in for the night, slowly rubbing across Molly's back. To say he isn't tired too would be a lie, woken up so rudely, and it's scandalously easy to relax with Molly settled for the night in his arms, toasty-hot and soft. ]
I love you, go to sleep.
[ It's the last thing he whispers before giving into exhaustion himself. ]
[ Fjord gets a snooze back in reply, as the tiefling is out immediately. He snuggles close all night, radiating heat and happiness in one despite the occasional drunk-snore.
Molly's not going to get out of this bed until he's dragged out of it, a dead weight on that handsome half-orc when morning comes. ]
[ Unsurprisingly the first one up, he breathes in the morning air as his lashes flutter and finds his vision is purple with the scent of ... something. Molly? Oh, it is Molly.
That's nice.
He kisses down soft hair to a forehead, shifting in bed just for the pleasure of feeling Molly against him, yawning widely. ]
[ It's so comfortable and so nice, and Molly still furrows his brow when he's sweetly kissed down to his forehead. He whines slightly, leaning closer to the half-orc, refusing to consider mornings being a thing.
If he doesn't accept mornings, he doesn't have to address the thundering ache in his head, the strained limbs and the cotton mouth.
He adamantly forces himself to fall back asleep, and it almost works... but the his mushy brain catches up on the fact that Fjord's right there. In bed with him ]
[ It's the voice that reels him out of a doze, waking up a little faster with Molly's audible confusion mumbled against him. The whole sequence of events of last night return and Fjord ...
Holds Molly closer, burying his fingers in soft hair and reasserting the embrace around a lavender waist.
Time ticks on, a breath huffed as he stays where he is. ]
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Hey. Molly, hey, [ the smell hits him a minute later, ] whoa. Shit. Are you drunk?
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Hi. I'm very drunk!
[ Well. At least he's honest about that. ]
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Oh, no. [ Well. Fjord's no babysitter. He rolls onto his side to keep an eye on him, rubbing his face to wake up. ] Did you have a good time?
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IIII had a lot of fun! I was dancing! Do you know there's dances that are just shaking your ass??? I thought my tail was gonna fall off.
[ He's slurring a lot, but at least the point is coming across fairly well.
...if there was a point. ]
I had so many drinks and then I took a bottle. I think I stole it... BUT there's a worm... there's a worm in it! A magic worm, Fjord. Makes it taste all... wormy.
[ He pats the mattress and then frowns. ]
Oh no. I lost the worm.
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Maybe it's a good thing the worm is gone, that sounds disgusting. [ He covers Molly's searching hand with his, patting it. ] It's time for bed now, settle down.
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[ Molly whines, having had a whole drunken plan - but the handpat makes him pause for a bit. ]
It's sleepy time?
[ He lies down more, turning that hand in Fjord's so he can hold it. It seems to click something in his brain and he starts purring so loudly that it's a wonder he doesn't vibrate out of the bed. ]
Hiiii. You're here. I like it when you're here.
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[ Plans for worm-bombing Beau averted (at least until tomorrow), he props himself up on an arm and slips his hand free to start a not entirely new ritual of brushing Molly's hair back from his face and horns where it has tangled, combing his fingers through waves.
The purring is cuter than he lets on. ]
I like it when you're here too, you lush. Did you eat tonight or just gargle drinks?
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Mmmm... I had some of those potato things. Fries.
[ Just a few, so it doesn't quite count. ]
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[ He gives him a wink, then glances over at Molly's bed. Best case scenario he gets him settled here and then sleeps over there himself, he supposes. Except, this is the closest they have come since going on a break and it's awfully pleasant having Molly cuddled up beside him again, batting long lashes and grinning through ripe lips. Aside from sucking down barrels of alcohol, Fjord wonders if that pretty mouth has been used on anyone else. ]
Who did you go drinking with?
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[ Molly grins, far too easily amused for his own good right now and just soaking up their closeness like a starved plant seeing the sun again after weeks of darkness. He leans to Fjord, making himself comfortable right there despite the fact that he's half-dressed and wearing a boot, makeup smudged on one side and probably infecting Fjord's bed with glitter. ]
Nobody, cuz' everyone was boring and I wanted to have fun! I met some people that taught me the dance...
[ He wiggles his butt a bit in what migh... no, it's not even close. ]
Then I had drinks with a big group, and then we threw things at the automatons! Clong!
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[ He starts removing the garish horn jewellery and leaning past Molly to set it on the nightstand. Knowing what Molly likes, and since they are squashed together with no hope of escape anyway, he runs his fingers down a horn to knead at the base into the roots of nearby hair, hoping it will stop Molly from getting queasy and the touch will be an anchor.
It's also a weak excuse to touch him again; Molly won't remember much in the morning. Deep-voiced with a private affection that never leaves their bedroom, he tries to soothe that feckless energy. ]
Do you know you're in the wrong bed, sweetheart?
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[ Molly repeats, as if that somehow made the possible tail trauma worth it. He leans closer to Fjord, still purring as he's relieved of some jewelry, heart rushing with happiness and love spurred on by the sweet gestures. The horn-rubbing sooths him enough for his eyes to start closing, tiredness filling his body quickly once that starts.
He mumbles something incomprehensible and then blinks at Fjord when the man speaks again. ]
S'our bed.
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His smile softens a little, saddened, because as much as he would like to keep Molly in his bed and pretend this is now normal, he feels like that would be a lie too far even to a wasted friend. ]
We split the beds up, remember?
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I forgot... I forgot we're being sad.
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It's ... It's okay. It's okay, for now.
[ He isn't heartless, fuck. And it isn't exactly a sacrifice, offering his space when Molly is woosy. ]
You can stay here tonight.
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[ Molly's mostly a floppy mess by now anyway, so he just collapses back in the bed. ]
I miss youuu. I miss your scent, your arms, your kiss. So much!
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You've got no bones when you're drunk, do you know that? Get under the covers, Molls.
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[ The mess of a tiefling proclaims, wiggling a bit to grab the covers and pull them almost all the way over his head. It smells like Fjord and the scent immediately makes him purr loudly again. ]
Sleep time! Tomorrow I'm feeding Beau a worm, cuz it's super boozy...
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[ He suspects the only thing Molly will be feeding tomorrow is his hangover a greasy breakfast.
After a moment's hesitation looking down on him, he hooks an arm around Molly's shoulders to coax him into what became, over months, their natural sleeping position with those horns safely tucked away, a tiefling on his chest. ]
Come here, just don't throw up on me or I really will toss you back into your own bed.
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[ He's definitely going to need a good breakfast and some pain pills tomorrow, because tequila is quite different from slowly getting shitfaced after hours of drinking ale. (It's a good thing Molly's used to the landings of most things.)
The tiefling is surprised to feel the familiar arms around him, coaxing him into the most perfect place in any world. He leans to that offered chest with a bone-weary sigh of contentment, tail immediately seeking out an ankle to coil the end around.
It's the most comfortable he's been in a long time, surrounded by Fjord's scent, heartbeat and warmth. ]
Not... gonna throw up.
[ He mumbles again, his body already the consistency of a lavender ooze. ]
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I love you, go to sleep.
[ It's the last thing he whispers before giving into exhaustion himself. ]
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Molly's not going to get out of this bed until he's dragged out of it, a dead weight on that handsome half-orc when morning comes. ]
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That's nice.
He kisses down soft hair to a forehead, shifting in bed just for the pleasure of feeling Molly against him, yawning widely. ]
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If he doesn't accept mornings, he doesn't have to address the thundering ache in his head, the strained limbs and the cotton mouth.
He adamantly forces himself to fall back asleep, and it almost works... but the his mushy brain catches up on the fact that Fjord's right there. In bed with him ]
What? Wha...
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Holds Molly closer, burying his fingers in soft hair and reasserting the embrace around a lavender waist.
Time ticks on, a breath huffed as he stays where he is. ]
Morning.
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