masteroftheseas:

Ossë rolled with a low trill, gaze heavily lidded as he lightly tried to tug Círdan along with him. He blinked rapidly to ground himself and whined as the other pulled away, but he grinned nonetheless. “As you wish,” he purred, chattering at the parting kiss.

He propped himself up with his hands behind him and chin lifted, still chattering softly as he watched Círdan disappear behind the screen. Funny how they could wander around each other naked all the time, but after a few kisses he hid to change. Though he sobered a bit and took the opportunity to change himself from one fana to another, too curious about his healing not to check.

His noises faded as he lifted his arms to inspect them, then glanced down his chest. The injuries felt better, at least, and he carefully flexed and twisted to check the healing skin for any pains. It ached and stung, but those were vast improvements to the burning and searing it had been. Dimmed eyes focused on his hand, and he squinted futilely in attempt to get rid of the blur, but it was no use. His sight hadn’t improved at all; thankfully, it didn’t seem to be getting worse.

He dipped his head and hissed as his hair brushed over a healing burn, and in the next moment the blue giant was replaced once again by a relaxed and unscarred Elf. Tugging his lips back into a smile, Ossë trilled softly as he glanced again to the corner. “If you need any assistance,” he drawled teasingly.

Círdan took his time at first, he was trying to clear his head.  The breeze blowing in from the open windows and balcony was doing wonders.  At least he knew this was not because of giving his friend wine in a brand new fana, it had even happened when he had changed fanas.  The effects of the wine would hold no sway over this one.  The realization prompted a smile as he draped his tunic and then the leggings over the top of the screen.  

He idly wondered if he was about to annoy Ossë as he wandered from behind the screen even as he finished pulling on the breeches he normally slept in.  "Somehow I think if you felt I was in need of assistance, you would not have said anything and would have simply offered a hand,“ he chuckled, brow raising as he gave the other a pointed look.  

Kneeling on the edge of the bed first, he stretched out on his side before sidling up next to the maia once more.  "It would not have been the first time you took my undressing into your own hands.”




nowe.
cirdan the shipwright.
lord of the grey havens.



independent & selective

shipwright

played by simon