once i was a soldier in my castle strong

[samson]

Who: Brock and Molotov
What: more ~relationship drama~
When: 15/October, afternoon
Where: Room 509
Rating: PG.........?

It took a lot of time for Brock to work up the nerve to come home.

Not that he didn't want to. But it had certain implications, at least in his mind; he was crawling back to Molotov like he did so many times before. This situation was incredibly more tame than the times in the past, but it was still hard for him. He had to go back and humble himself, admit he was being a jerk, apologize -- he wasn't good at any of these things. It had been a lot easier to just hang out at his cabin for the past ten days and just work and not think.

Harmony had told him not to bring flowers the first time because it would be suspicious, like he was admitting guilt to something he didn't even know he'd done. Which, as it turns out, had been nothing. But this time he had actually done something to be guilty for, so he brought her flowers again. More roses, but only red this time.

Molotov wasn't in her office where he thought she'd be, so, panicking a little, he hoofed it back to the castle to see if she was at home. He didn't even bother knocking because it was his house too, just flung the door open.

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[molotov]

It wasn't solving the issues, no. But they were too emotional for that right now, so this was probably the best they could hope for.

"I love you too," she murmured, letting her eye close.

[samson]

Maybe they could find a counsellor in town or something. There were no therapist residents, that's for sure, unless you counted Harmony. Brock liked to bounce ideas off her and go to her for relationship help, but he didn't know if he wanted her to deal with all the bullshit he and Molotov put each other through.

Brock nuzzled her neck for a little while, shifting her legs a bit so she would wrap them around his middle. He just wanted to be as close to her as possible right now, entwined in each other.

[molotov]

Molotov didn't trust the counsellors in town! She didn't trust townspeople at all, she wouldn't want to tell any of them her personal business. So no!

Obliging him, Molotov wrapped her legs around him, just sighing and holding him.

[samson]

But they obviously weren't able to handle this stuff on their own! They just kept fighting, it was horrible. Maybe they could do it anonymously? Like over the journals or something? That might work. Maybe.

Brock stayed like that for a long time, just happy to lie with her without arguing or bitterness. After what seemed like a small eternity, he lifted his head to peer up at her, stroking her cheek a bit. "Bed?" he said softly, maybe a little hopefully. Make-up sex sounded nice, but he also just sort of wanted to lie in his own bed again.

[molotov]

"Da," she answered quietly, opening her eye to look up at him. She was just so tired, this was all very exhausting. They had to stop fighting!

[samson]

Brock bit his lip when she looked up at him, then leaned down to kiss her again. He couldn't help it; he missed her and she was so pretty and he loved her so much. "Okay," he murmured, slowly disentangling himself from her and standing up. He didn't even wait for her to say anything to him or to sit up herself, just scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the bedroom.

[molotov]

When he lifted her, Molotov sighed and placed her head on his shoulder, just waiting for him to take her to bed.

[samson]

Which he did! He laid her down on the bed and then sat down on the edge of the mattress to take his boots off. He dimly recalled that they had roses to put in water, but it could wait. First he wanted to cuddle or have sex or sleep or whatever -- he just wanted to do it with his wife.