( like constellations a million years away )

[halforc]

who: fjord, mollymauk, jester
what: returning home from the nameless isle

>>MOLLY.

[ Birdsong drifts along a cool breeze, the warmth of sunny rays bathing his cheeks to stir him to consciousness. The scent of flowers hits him immediately before he even opens his eyes, groggily blinking up at a fluttering green canopy overhead and a sky as blue as the seas of the Menagerie Coast. He startles into a sitting position and looks around, alarmed as he gasps to full wakefulness with a deep-set panic in his chest spurring him into action, and with a stumble Fjord gets to his feet to spin around on the spot where he takes in the sight around him with widening eyes.

The graves of the Blooming Grove surround him, peaceful as various flowers gently sway in the summer breeze. He spots the Bag of Holding nearby and snatches it up, briefly summoning the Star Razor to check he can, and then he hears her and his knees hit the grass as they buckle, a flood of affection and relief that is not his own pouring down his spine as the Wildmother welcomes him home with what feels like a mother's embrace; ferns grow with rapid speed, grasses lurch up, and the flowers nearby riotously bloom in new vines to encircle him, swirling up his bent legs so that petals and leaves brush his face, damp with happy tears.

Welcome home.

He spends a moment crying into a hand, laughing out the agony and fear of having spent over a year being held prisoner. Flowers wind through his armour, joyously greeting Melora's Paladin. It takes a few minutes to regain his bearings but when he does the minor meditative state of her reassurance melts away and he can breathe again, picking a handful of purple and red flowers with the absent-minded idea that he doesn't want to leave part of Melora behind. As he walks away from the bed of flowers and heads further into the grove, he raises his raw voice to call for his friends, swallowing down apprehension as memories mingle of battling Lucien and the other fight on the Isle, both timelines somehow existing inside his aching head. ]

Mighty Nein? Hello? Vox Machina? Aphrodite? Is anyone ... Is anyone home too?

>>JESTER.

[ The morning after he finds Molly, Fjord heads outside with a cup of someone-tea (not thinking about who he might be drinking) to take a stroll in the golden expanse of the beautiful grove. In a simple shirt and pants after discarding his armour, desperate to soak up the comfort of the Clays like a dried-out sponge tossed into the ocean at last, he wanders at his leisure and is mid-sip when he notices a slice of blue low down in the tree-line, doing a double-take. Stepping around the trees to get closer, he drops his cup with a shout and darts through the tussocks toward Jester, scooping her up into his arms (partially, she's in a willow's branches, shit) to prop her close as he checks out whether she's injured.

She's home, though. He's so relieved that he can barely keep from shaking her awake. ]

Jester! Jester, open your eyes!

Comments

[halforc]

[ It's ... a lot. Fjord can't blame him, so he holds him through it until weariness replaces rage and anger, brushing back Molly's hair. The tail around his ankle evokes more memories than anything else so far and even after a display like that, he can offer him a small, supportive smile. ]

Just enough to help you pass out, maybe. A dreamless sleep might help. [ He tries to lighten the mood. ] Come on, let's go in and apologise to Caduceus's mother for being rude on her doorstep.

[devilstongue]

Yeah. Feels like a pass-out drunk moment.

[ He finally pulls away a bit from Fjord and tries to fix himself up a bit, face ruddy and messy. He's going to meet Caduceus' parents, after all, and he better make at least a slightly better impression than the one he already has. ]

Alright. Let's do this.

[ It's a nice meeting of what seems to be really sweet people, and they're spoiled rotten by the Clays when it comes to food and tea. No alcohol, but by nighttime Molly's pretty exhausted anyway.

They're given a cot in the temple itself since the house was very crowded, and Molly takes a moment there to just... not pray, exactly, but thank Her. ]

[halforc]

[ Fjord loves the Clays, loves the house, the activity, the laughter and yowling of siblings forced to live so closely. He never had anything like it until the Nein and he soaked up the home that was made on the Nameless Isle ... it's nice to be amongst another family, even if it isn't exactly his, and the certainty of Caduceus's parents of their son's imminent return buoys his spirits enormously regarding the rest of the Nein. The day is spent eating good food and being made to feel welcome. By the time Fjord and Molly are given a firbolg-sized cot to share, he collapses on it with a happy sigh and pulls back the blankets for whenever Molly is done quietly getting changed.

Fjord rolls onto his side with an arm under his pillow, watching him. In the half-light of an oil-lamp he could almost imagine they are back on the Nameless Isle. ]

Come to bed, honey.

[ A soft endearment that hasn't been lost with the switch in their location. ]

[devilstongue]

[ He folds his coat up on a stone bench, scimitars wrapped inside just like the old days. Molly brushes his long hair from his face and then looks back at Fjord. Those words soothe everything inside him, promising that even if everything has changed, nothing has at the same time.

They're still in love.

The tiefling crawls onto the cot to join Fjord, curling up in that little place at the half-orc's chest and shoulder that just seems made for him. ]

Hi.

[halforc]

Hi. Fancy meeting you here.

[ Fjord closes them under the thickly knitted blankets, bringing an arm around Molly to rest his palm between tattooed shoulderblades, gently petting back and forth as they get cosy. In the other rooms of the temple he can hear vague chatter, muffled and quiet, so he keeps his voice to a whisper too. ]

... Feels a little like the first time, huh?

[ Oddly forward and a bit awkward. ]

[devilstongue]

[ It's all very cozy and home-y, from the way there's a permanent dent in the mattress from heavy firbolg butts to the cute little patches made to mend an ancient blanket. It really does remind him of the first time they decided to share a bed fully back on the island. When it was still run-down and all they had to lean on where eachother. ]

It does.

[ Molly murmurs, slinging an arm over Fjord's wide chest and coiling his tail around the hexadin's ankle. It belonged there, gently anchoring them together. ]

I'm going to miss that place... but I'm glad to be home, too.

[halforc]

I loved that house, a bit. We built it together, in a weird way ... but it was never safe.

[ The Augur could smite them whenever it wanted, after all. His foot flexes, enjoying the tail around it that has the effect of making him sleepy. ]

I think I loved the idea of what it could have been.

[devilstongue]

Well... now we have the option to build a new one, without the debt to some weird sex deity.

[ He smiles, a low purr in his chest as they relax and get sleepy. ]

It could be so much better. Like that tower of Caleb's you keep telling me about, only real. Somewhere we can all be together, like the family we are.

[halforc]

Mmm ... I still want to go back to the sea, get an apartment on the coast.

[ With Jester too, but they can discuss that another time. He doesn't want to hurt Molly's mood again, not when he looks like he'll be able to sleep well tonight. ]

Are you sure you want to keep sleeping with me now you don't have to tick sexy kinks off a list?

[ His nose snuffles into purple hair, teasing. Mostly. ]

[devilstongue]

Yeah! Just... a place where we can all gather, you know? Like back there. We had the ship but we could go and meet up with everyone easily.

[ At Fjord's 'teasing', he scoffs and blows a soft raspberry into the meat of a bicep. ]

I told you, dumbass. When we get home, you're the only one for me.

[ He's going to try out monogamy because he's that damn in love. ]

[halforc]

Really? You really want to do that?

[ Surprised to hear Molly means it, he tucks his chin and kisses the base of a horn where Molly will feel it. ]

No pressure or anything, you know, I understood how it was for you ... before.

[devilstongue]

[ Molly reaches to cup a bearded cheek, nuzzling against his lover happily. ]

Yeah, I want to. I used to sleep around to experience as much as possible, but you... nobody makes me feel as good as you do. [ He grins a bit. ] Not just the dick, either, mind you. Sex is better with feelings, and with someone who knows your body. So yeah.

[ He has a million other kinds of experiences to go for. ]

Sailing the oceans with you really sounds like it will slake my thirst for adventure, too.

[halforc]

I'm really touched you'd give all that up for me, Molly.

[ He wants to be fair too, though. ]

Just in case, if you ever meet someone you want like that, you don't have to feel guilty about it. I'll want to throw them overboard, sure, but you know I want you to be happy more than sworn to me. Like I said, just in case. I wanted to put it out there.

[devilstongue]

I love you. Both in general and for understanding me.

[ He doesn't expect to slip any time soon, but it's a relief to know that Fjord understands if he does. ]

If the others arrive here with memories from the island, I suppose the Nein is free game, hm? I wouldn't mind putting Caleb between us again.

[halforc]

... I really want to put Caleb between us again.

[ He chuckles into Molly's hair, shaking against him. ]

I think we could really double-team him now. [ It's a little naughty to talk about such things in the Clays' home, but it's late and they're alone in a corner with no one to listen. ] How would you want to do it?

[devilstongue]

[ Molly chuckles as well, cozy in the blankets and heart warm as they speak. ]

Oh, definitely you fucking him and me with my dick down his clever mouth. Watch him squirm between us.

[halforc]

Caleb would like that, he has a habit of needing to be ... filled.

[ He splutters a laugh a moment later, groaning at his own wording. ]

[devilstongue]

[ That sets Molly off as well, and he giggles against warm green skin. ]

We'll suggest it too him when we see him next.

[ He's sure Caleb will show up, no matter if it takes time. Everyone had followed them to the island, they would follow them home.

All but one. ]

I need to see if I can find Yasha.

[ Molly says, voice soft and fond but pained at the same time. He's missed her so much and she has to be here. A year without her and it's like an open wound that will not close until he sees her again. ]

[halforc]

[ He pulls Molly a little closer, tugging the blankets down to cut off any chills from the back of a lavender neck. ]

We'll find her, don't worry. It's infinitely more likely we'll manage to grab ahold of her here than there, remember.

[devilstongue]

True. She always finds me, she might just be waiting in the kitchen tomorrow.

[ Just appearing out of nowhere, just like she usually did. ]

I'm happy. Even after all of this... I'm happy.

[ He closes his eyes with a soft sigh. There's still far too many memories and pain in his head to sort through, but at least they're home and together. ]

[halforc]

Me too. It's going to be difficult, but we're home and we're together, which is all that really matters.

[ Yawning, Fjord pets the base of Molly's tail, a fond buttpat. ]

Goodnight, Molly. Try to rest up.

[devilstongue]

[ Molly smiles at the little pat and then lets himself drift off, safe in Fjord's arms and in this blessed temple, wrapped in a lovingly-made blanket.

A new adventure could start tomorrow. ]