masteroftheseas:

“A bit,” Ossë whined, stiffening when Círdan’s hand settled over his gill-spot. After a moment he relaxed, realizing he was not about to be tormented further, and turned his gaze from his own side to Círdan’s face. “I’m glad to know my humiliating noises amuse you.”

He huffed an almost-squeak and turned his head to press his face into the pillow at the gentle, rhythmic stroke of his thumb. What could be ticklish or painful could also be rather enjoyable, and he struggled to control his fana as he muffled another squeak. “It’s my gills,” he explained roughly. “Even on fanar where they are not visible, they’re still sensitive. I, ah- that’s nice.”

“I do not think it was something that could be humiliating,” he mumbled, watching the maia curiously when he hid his face against the pillow.  He found the sound rather endearing but had no intention of abusing the new knowledge.  At the mention of gills, he picked up his hand and peered under it as if he expected to suddenly see them.  Even though the skin was smooth and without marking, it did make sense to him.  Of course the fëa would find a way to shine through any fana he could create. 

He furrowed his brow, his hand hovering over Ossë’s side as he tried to measure out where the gills would properly be other than the one spot and drawing on the memory of his true aquatic form.  One by one, he placed his fingers where he remembered them to be and in the same number before trailing his touch over his side and around to the front of his ribs, tracing out the same curve to them that he remembered.  It was an idle curiosity, really, he was not trying to achieve anything by it or even considering the possibility.




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



independent & selective

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