masteroftheseas:

Ossë trilled a whine as Círdan perked up and grinned at his squeak. How embarrassing, he’d squeaked! Of all the noises to make and reactions to have, the squeaks were the most humiliating little ones and he couldn’t do a damn thing to stop them. Muffled squeaks were still squeaks. Still high-pitched, short little yips that sounded like something from a tiny dog and not a towering, powerful Ainu.

He shifted and tried to arch away from the probing fingers, his own head turned to watch Círdan’s progress with him. He came close a few times, but just shy of the right spots, and the Maia chattered anxiously. “Ah, well- well, I don’t see why, you all were the same,” he rushed, distracted by trying to avoid his touch. His own fingers paused and he twisted fruitlessly as Círdan found the spot with his next stroke and he squeaked again, tensing for a moment before he relaxed again and trilled.

“Enjoying yourself?”

“It was a joke, meldir,” he chuckled before an elated laugh escaped - even if his hair was pulled a little at the same time - when Ossë made the same squeaking sound again.  "You’re ticklish?“ he did not know if it was a reaction solely within this particular fana or not but he had not expected such a reaction from him.  Rather than another feather light caress, he looked to the spot before lightly resting his palm over it and holding it still.  

"I am, as a matter of fact,” he smiled, his thumb brushing over the warm skin.  How often could someone make a maia squeak?  He enjoyed finding little surprises and new nuances about the other even after several ages.  




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



independent & selective

shipwright

played by simon