masteroftheseas:

“Mm, I promise no nips with any teeth that might remove anything,” Ossë chattered, baring his currently-flat teeth in a grin. Though, his usual fana had fangs, he realized a moment later. How problematic. Perhaps he could see about altering it a bit for such occasions — it shouldn’t be too troublesome, and with just a little tweak he could switch between fangs and flat teeth at will. To think he would alter his favorite form for an Elf was a testament to how far he’d come over the years.

He trilled and nuzzled at Círdan gently. “Guilty as charged,” he murmured. In retrospect, he had been terribly slow about taking advantage. How many ages had he taken to Círdan’s side and visited him regularly, spending evenings in his bath and bed and mornings at his side as he went about his routines? But he’d feared he was presuming too much, or would get in the way of another Elf attempting to win his heart. “But I did not wish to take advantage of you.”

As he continued his nuzzling at Círdan’s neck, he didn’t notice his distraction at first. It wasn’t until the little hum that he leaned back and saw the thoughtful look. He lifted a hand between them to trail a finger down his brow gently, sliding down to fall from the tip of his nose. Then it hit him. “You’re trying to drudge up those memories of that form again, aren’t you,” he rumbled, a light chatter underlying his words. “I didn’t know you had such a wicked side to you. If you’re feeling adventurous some day, I could give you another look.”

“Come again?” he blinked and snapped out of his thoughts at the touch to his brow and nose.  Then he realized he had been caught and he groaned out a laugh, turning his head to hide his face against the side of Ossë’s neck.  "I refuse to admit or acknowledge anything of the sort,“ he laughed, knowing full well this was going to be a source of amusement for his friend.  Círdan had the squeaking to entertain him, now Ossë had this.  

His arm tightened around the other for a moment as he took in a slow breath.  He turned his head slightly, nuzzling against where a pulse would normally thrum beneath the surface and well aware that his beard was most likely going to tickle.  "You promised no fish in the bed tonight,” he mumbled.




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



independent & selective

shipwright

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