#Fjord Accepts Death dot txt

[ticklishnonsense]

for the sentence starter thing: All things considered, it wasn’t the worst way to go - just one of the more humiliating.

All things considered, it wasn't the worst way to go - just one of the more humiliating.

"...I think you broke him, Molly," says Jester, very seriously. She stills her hands, but doesn't remove them from Fjord's tummy. Mollymauk, who's sitting on Fjord's wrists above his head, stops torturing his underarms and makes a curious noise. "He went all floppy."

"We broke him," Mollymauk corrects her. "Besides, he's a big guy, I'm sure he's got more in him. Let's both try his ribs," and then there's two sets of blunt tiefling nails, one from above and one from below, clawing at his ribs and Fjord's gasping out more helpless laughs from aching lungs.

He spasms a few times, and flaps his hands around a little above where Molly's sitting on them, hoping to gain purchase on something - no dice. Fucking tieflings. All the shitty stereotypes can't hold an unlit candle to the true evil in Fjord's two friends. "Nn," Fjord groans, "nnohoh - just - hhnhnnh - let me die already-"

"Never!" Jester cackles, and takes one hand off his ribs to high-five Molly before she gets back to tickling Fjord into an early grave.