[ He crouches down and keeps his distance as panic spikes in his throat, holding out a hand. Fjord remembers when Molly told them about when he first woke up and Empty turned into his name's initials, but he never expected it to happen again. Not here or before they defeated Lucien, maybe.
Fjord tries to make his sleepy voice soothing. ]
Molly, Molly, it's okay. You're not empty, you're alright. Look at me, sweetheart ...
[ Molly. Who was Molly? Was he Molly? There's a pause and he looks up at Fjord, confusion and fear making his face so different from the Molly Fjord is used to. ]
Empty?
[ It's the only thing he knows he is, the only word his brain wants to make. All other words seem so far away - he knows them, he must, he understands what the green man is saying - but they do not come to him at all.
His tail curls around his knees as he hugs those, making himself as small as he feels right now. ]
[ The soul-who-was-Molly stares at Fjord as the big man moves down and closer. He seems gentle despite how big he is, and what he's saying is sweet. Kind.
Sad? ]
Empty...
[ He mumbles, but he doesn't shy away further from the unknown person. Those wide red eyes focus a bit on Fjord and he slowly reaches out a hand to touch him awkwardly on a knee. It's solid. Real. Everything is real and yet he doesn't know where he is, who he is or what is going on.
[ He's so, so scared and nothing makes sense at all. The hand to his cheek makes him flinch at first, but the touch helps. Grounds him more. The panicked breath is hushed against a wide chest as he's taken into those arms, and it is warm. Safe.
The tiefling is trembling, trying to keep his thoughts together but failing miserably. His tail wraps around Fjord's leg, holding on tightly. Whoever this person was, they smelled really good. Comforting. ]
There you go, I've got you. I've got you, Molly, you're alright.
[ Shitshitshit. Why couldn't Yasha be here to help with this? He should call Caleb but his device is on the other side of the room and he can't afford to let Molly go just yet, rubbing over his back and through the back of his hair. When that tail wraps around his leg he sighs and drops a kiss between those horns. ]
I won't leave, I promise. Molly is safe, okay? You're safe.
[ Molly. The green man keeps calling him that. Molly, Molly. He doesn't remember any connection to it, but at least it is a name. Something he can use.
There's soothing hands on him and a surprising kiss to his head, and even though 'Molly's' head is still a mess, he slowly realizes he was in the same bed with this person. Maybe he was safe. Molly is safe.
It eases the trembling a bit, even if it opens up a million new things that his head doesn't fully grasp. ]
[ He looks up at the green man, confused for a moment before he speaks. Fjord. It's a good name, and he mouths it slowly while giving the smallest, unsure smile. He touches Fjord's chest with a shaky hand, hesitant at first but then spreading his fingers in dark chest hair. ]
Em... empty?
[ It doesn't come out, though, and he makes a frustrated sound. It seems like the only thing his voice knows, because it is such an all-consuming feeling inside. ]
[ He watches Fjord kiss his hand with wonder, and then turns it like he's expecting a mark on his skin. There's a shaky smile there, because it feels nice. Soft, just like the expression of the man's face.
The man - Fjord - asks if he wants to get back in the bed, and Molly looks up at it. It had scared the hell out of him to wake up in an unknown bed like that, but it is cold. He's not even wearing any clothes? Confused, he touches his own chest a bit, scars traced under his fingers.
Finally, he looks up at Fjord again and gives a small nod. Maybe being in the bed will be less disconcerting? ]
Okay, love, up we go. You're all chilly, that's not good ... maybe we should grab you your coat, that things thicker than it looks.
[ Helping Molly up and into the bed, Fjord arranges the blankets into a burrito around his broken boyfriend to cover him up, dropping a kiss on his head again. He points to the wardrobe, then rubs his arms to mimic a shiver. ]
[ Molly curls up in the bed, a little distracted by the fairy lights and the colors that he had woken up to. Now seeing them in a better mood, it was pretty rather that confusing.
He's grateful for all the blankets to cover up with, the bed almost a nest of pillows, blankets and furs. It's comforting, and so is the kiss to his head again. Molly really likes that one.
The red eyes turn to Fjord again when the man speaks, looking at the shiver-mimicking. He is cold, but he's not sure if it's shock or actual chilliness. His coat, though? What was that? ]
[ Fjord makes his gestures a bit bigger on his way to the wardrobe, shoving aside the scanty clothes Molly has for his heavily embroidered red coat. Maybe it will help to surround him with familiar things, Fjord doesn't know. He can only try and hope memories of the circus will jog the blank slate staring at him. ]
Here is it, let's warm you up.
[ Draping it around Molly's shoulders, he puts a corner of the sleeve into a lavender palm and pats it, sitting close at his side. ]
This is yours, okay? Molly has a coat. Molly's coat. You keep this, stay warm. I should find you some pants, too ...
[ The thing Fjord drapes him in is a world of colors, and his eyes widen as he's given a sleeve to touch. It's soft, threadbare in some areas and moon print faded a little, but it is really nice. It smells like incense and him.
Molly's coat.
It doesn't draw forth any memories of who he is, but he likes it. It's comfortable. ]
...empty.
[ Molly reaches to take Fjord's hand with a little smile, trying to make the big man feel better in the middle of his own literal existential crisis. ]
[ He brushes back Molly's hair from where it tangled around his horns in the night, gently freeing up his face from the mess with his other hand as the other squeezes Molly's. ]
I think I can try and heal you, even if it won't do much ... I want to give it a go and see what happens. Will you let me try and help, Molly? Do you understand?
[ He brings his hand out of Molly's hair and holds Cure Wounds in his hand, a soft turquoise light warming to life in the middle of his palm like a soft firefly. ]
[ Things are so confusing, but Fjord is gentle. He knows how to untangle his hair, squeezes his hand. Whoever Molly was, he was important to this man. It makes him wish he could remember him even more, but his head is such a mess. Colors, sounds, emptiness.
Help? He hears healing and helping and Can Fjord help Molly? and he gives a slightly uncertain nod to that. His head is hurting badly from overstimulation and shock, so maybe it could help. ]
[ Slowly, showing him the level-five spell he holds, he coos It's okay, Fjord is helping, and places his hand on Molly's chest to settle the casting inside him. The glow turns seafoam-warm like the waters of the Lucidian ocean on Molly's skin, spreading through his limbs in waves for (34 pts of) a decent amount of healing.
Fjord waits in trepidation to see what effect, if any, it has. ]
[ It feels nice. Warm, comfortable. The glowing light is really pretty, too, and any remaining bruises from last evening's sparring disappears. The confused, naked look on Molly's face does not. ]
Empty?
[ He asks, putting his hand on top of Fjord's again and wiggles it like he wants there to be more. It didn't work. There's still such an open void inside him that he doesn't understand. ]
[ Another swell of that wonderful feeling, but no memories. No focal point of his rushing, discombobulated thoughts or recognition of anything. Just that blank, somewhat concerned look on a lavender face.
He shakes his head with frustration, fingers digging into the skin by the horns as he tries to force anything out. ]
Empty... empty!
[ It's so strange, so frightening and weird. Why can't he remember? ]
[ He tries to capture Molly's hands and bring them into his lap. ]
You're going to be okay, I promise! Shit. I can't ... I can't heal this, I'm sorry, but I'll stay while Molly is ... is empty. Hey, look, [ kissing Molly's hands, ] Fjord loves Molly, okay? Molly safe.
[ Molly lets Fjord take his hands and just slumps a bit, unsure about everything. This is all terrifying, but the green man is very kind and that is helping to take the worst feelings away.
Fjord loves Molly.
He loves this Molly... the person he can't remember. Fjord wants to keep him safe, and it draws a small nod out of the tiefling. He is safe here, he knows it. It isn't a cold grave on the side of a road.]
[ Softening his expression so as to give Molly something other than worry to pick up on, he wraps his arms around him in the coat and nuzzles his temple, dropping a kiss there. ]
Molly is clever, it'll be alright. You're so smart, love, you'll be okay. This is scary but you're here and nothing will hurt you, I won't let it. Fjord protects Molly. Always.
[ Is it reassurance for himself too? Yes. ]
I'll figure out what went wrong and you'll be fine. Are you hungry? I'll have to go away for a few minutes to find food, but I'll come back ...
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[ He crouches down and keeps his distance as panic spikes in his throat, holding out a hand. Fjord remembers when Molly told them about when he first woke up and Empty turned into his name's initials, but he never expected it to happen again. Not here or before they defeated Lucien, maybe.
Fjord tries to make his sleepy voice soothing. ]
Molly, Molly, it's okay. You're not empty, you're alright. Look at me, sweetheart ...
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Empty?
[ It's the only thing he knows he is, the only word his brain wants to make. All other words seem so far away - he knows them, he must, he understands what the green man is saying - but they do not come to him at all.
His tail curls around his knees as he hugs those, making himself as small as he feels right now. ]
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[ Fjord kneels down and lets Molly see where his hands are, upturned to show him he means no harm as he beckons him close. ]
You're Mollymauk Tealeaf. I'm Fjord, remember? Do you ... Do you not, Molly? Oh, god.
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Sad? ]
Empty...
[ He mumbles, but he doesn't shy away further from the unknown person. Those wide red eyes focus a bit on Fjord and he slowly reaches out a hand to touch him awkwardly on a knee. It's solid. Real. Everything is real and yet he doesn't know where he is, who he is or what is going on.
Clutching his head, he whimpers. ]
Empty, empty, emptyemptyempty!
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[ He cups Molly's cheek as the panic sets in and that horrid word is repeated. ]
Come here, love, hold onto me. Can you do that? Hold on, baby.
[ If he can, he'll coax Molly into his arms. ]
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The tiefling is trembling, trying to keep his thoughts together but failing miserably. His tail wraps around Fjord's leg, holding on tightly. Whoever this person was, they smelled really good. Comforting. ]
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[ Shitshitshit. Why couldn't Yasha be here to help with this? He should call Caleb but his device is on the other side of the room and he can't afford to let Molly go just yet, rubbing over his back and through the back of his hair. When that tail wraps around his leg he sighs and drops a kiss between those horns. ]
I won't leave, I promise. Molly is safe, okay? You're safe.
[ Hopefully the trembling will calm down soon. ]
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There's soothing hands on him and a surprising kiss to his head, and even though 'Molly's' head is still a mess, he slowly realizes he was in the same bed with this person. Maybe he was safe. Molly is safe.
It eases the trembling a bit, even if it opens up a million new things that his head doesn't fully grasp. ]
Empty...
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[ He leans back to pat his own chest, brows rising meaningfully. ]
Fjord. I'm Fjord. Okay?
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Em... empty?
[ It doesn't come out, though, and he makes a frustrated sound. It seems like the only thing his voice knows, because it is such an all-consuming feeling inside. ]
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[ He covers Molly's hand on his chest and brings it up for a kiss. ]
Hey, this floor's cold as fuck, let's get back in bed. Yeah? You want to get back in, Molly?
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The man - Fjord - asks if he wants to get back in the bed, and Molly looks up at it. It had scared the hell out of him to wake up in an unknown bed like that, but it is cold. He's not even wearing any clothes? Confused, he touches his own chest a bit, scars traced under his fingers.
Finally, he looks up at Fjord again and gives a small nod. Maybe being in the bed will be less disconcerting? ]
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[ Helping Molly up and into the bed, Fjord arranges the blankets into a burrito around his broken boyfriend to cover him up, dropping a kiss on his head again. He points to the wardrobe, then rubs his arms to mimic a shiver. ]
Are you cold, Molly? Do you want your coat?
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He's grateful for all the blankets to cover up with, the bed almost a nest of pillows, blankets and furs. It's comforting, and so is the kiss to his head again. Molly really likes that one.
The red eyes turn to Fjord again when the man speaks, looking at the shiver-mimicking. He is cold, but he's not sure if it's shock or actual chilliness. His coat, though? What was that? ]
Empty?
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[ Fjord makes his gestures a bit bigger on his way to the wardrobe, shoving aside the scanty clothes Molly has for his heavily embroidered red coat. Maybe it will help to surround him with familiar things, Fjord doesn't know. He can only try and hope memories of the circus will jog the blank slate staring at him. ]
Here is it, let's warm you up.
[ Draping it around Molly's shoulders, he puts a corner of the sleeve into a lavender palm and pats it, sitting close at his side. ]
This is yours, okay? Molly has a coat. Molly's coat. You keep this, stay warm. I should find you some pants, too ...
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Molly's coat.
It doesn't draw forth any memories of who he is, but he likes it. It's comfortable. ]
...empty.
[ Molly reaches to take Fjord's hand with a little smile, trying to make the big man feel better in the middle of his own literal existential crisis. ]
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[ He brushes back Molly's hair from where it tangled around his horns in the night, gently freeing up his face from the mess with his other hand as the other squeezes Molly's. ]
I think I can try and heal you, even if it won't do much ... I want to give it a go and see what happens. Will you let me try and help, Molly? Do you understand?
[ He brings his hand out of Molly's hair and holds Cure Wounds in his hand, a soft turquoise light warming to life in the middle of his palm like a soft firefly. ]
Can Fjord help Molly?
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Help? He hears healing and helping and Can Fjord help Molly? and he gives a slightly uncertain nod to that. His head is hurting badly from overstimulation and shock, so maybe it could help. ]
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34 pts of) a decent amount of healing.Fjord waits in trepidation to see what effect, if any, it has. ]
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Empty?
[ He asks, putting his hand on top of Fjord's again and wiggles it like he wants there to be more. It didn't work. There's still such an open void inside him that he doesn't understand. ]
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[ And he burns a second fifth-level (
30!) out of lowkey worry, purely because Molly wants it again, the sensation and glow. ]You don't remember anything, love? Not a thing?
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He shakes his head with frustration, fingers digging into the skin by the horns as he tries to force anything out. ]
Empty... empty!
[ It's so strange, so frightening and weird. Why can't he remember? ]
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[ He tries to capture Molly's hands and bring them into his lap. ]
You're going to be okay, I promise! Shit. I can't ... I can't heal this, I'm sorry, but I'll stay while Molly is ... is empty. Hey, look, [ kissing Molly's hands, ] Fjord loves Molly, okay? Molly safe.
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Fjord loves Molly.
He loves this Molly... the person he can't remember. Fjord wants to keep him safe, and it draws a small nod out of the tiefling. He is safe here, he knows it.
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Molly is clever, it'll be alright. You're so smart, love, you'll be okay. This is scary but you're here and nothing will hurt you, I won't let it. Fjord protects Molly. Always.
[ Is it reassurance for himself too? Yes. ]
I'll figure out what went wrong and you'll be fine. Are you hungry? I'll have to go away for a few minutes to find food, but I'll come back ...
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