masteroftheseas:

Ossë trilled as he snuggled close, completely comfortable. “Mmf, well, yes. Actually, I’ll need to bring more dresses here for the future so I don’t have to borrow from others,” he drawled, already imagining the sorts of lovely gowns he could find to wear. His eyes half-closed as he basked in the easy comfort of the evening.

Shifting his head to playfully return the little bump, he chattered softly. “Why not? Nobody minded the day you woke up, I wager. In fact, I would bet that-” but his words were cut off with a little squeak as Círdan’s fingers managed to slide over his side in just the right spot. Even with no gills on his fana, the places his gills would go were always sensitive — like wounds that are closed but still tender to touch. A rough touch or unwelcome one could be upsetting, but feather-light caresses from a loved one were quite pleasant. “That, uh… that nobody minded,” he attempted lamely. 

He retaliated in kind, his fingers cleverly finding ways to brush over an ear once more as he played with Círdan’s hair.

“Well,” he started before there was a squeak.  He squeaked.  Did he really just hear that, did the great and terrible Ossë just squeak?  "What on Arda was that sound?“ he asked, barely restraining his laughter as he twisted to face his friend.  "What did I touch?” he stretched his head up to look at his side as he tried to recreate the same idle and languid motions he had been doing mere moments before.

Granted it was rather distracting to have his ear and hair being touched but he was trying to remain focused on the fact that there had been a very distinct and apparently thought disrupting squeak.  "And no, no one minded but we all wore the same non-outfit and that in itself was horribly embarrassing,“ he teased.




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



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