masteroftheseas:

Ossë whined again anyway. “It’s a ridiculous noise; it’s near impossible to be taken seriously when you sound like a gosling.” He peeked again to see what Círdan was doing when the warmth left his side, wondering if perhaps he’d stopped. 

Then carefully, one finger at a time, he was touching his gills. If he hadn’t been so busy trying to stay still and silent, he would have been impressed and flattered that his friend could so expertly recall the finer details of his rarest form. The gentle touch was comforting and he relaxed — then squeaked and tensed at the light, slow drag across his gills. His leg curled tighter around Círdan’s and he arched close, head pressing into the pillow and eyes squeezing shut, squeaks peppering the air helplessly.

He shivered and opened brightly glowing eyes to peer dazedly at his tormentor. “You’re good at that,” he huffed.

Truthfully, Círdan did not know what kind of reaction he was expecting but he was pretty certain that that was not it.  His hand froze in its place at the sudden string of sounds and especially when the other simultaneously pressed closer and held him tight.  Once more he felt heat touch his ears and cheeks as he carefully moved his hand away from the gills, smoothing his touch over his waist and closer to his hip.  

“I did not realize they were ever present or so sensitive,” he admitted, sounding and looking a little bashful.  In that moment, he was acutely aware of the effect the simple touch had had on Ossë.  "Though I may need to remember that,“ the thought was added with a grin as he settled on his side once more, nuzzling against the pillow.  




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



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