The Calm Before the Storm 

masteroftheseas:

Ossë trilled again as he stepped further inside, moving cautious but smoothly in the smaller form. Still, he was grateful to be able to press close to Círdan and use him for balance, arms winding around him as he leaned up for a kiss. “Mother helped me find a dress for this form, and one of my sisters offered to make another,” he explained, preening as he snuggled close. This form was just the right height to listen to his heartbeat. “I hope you have more room here for dresses.”

The small box in one of his hands pressed lightly against Círdan’s back, little wooden corner unfortunately angled. But the tiny Maia didn’t notice as he gave his Elf a small squeeze. “I’m afraid I can’t stay all evening; I have something I must do. But I missed you, and wanted pleasant company for a while before I submit myself to another scolding. Are you free for some conversation?”

He easily tipped his head lower to meet the kiss, brushing the backs of his fingers along the soft cheek while it lasted.  "Mother has wonderful taste,“ he agreed as he looped his arms around the far more slender waist.  "I have plenty of room for dresses for you, do not worry,” he chuckled.

Then he let out a soft whine, back arching even as he twisted to try to get away from the sharp corner that was pressing into his back.  Ossë might be smaller in this fana but he was still strong and that squeeze coupled with the corner was less than enjoyable.  "Ai, what do you have back there,“ he reached one hand behind him, trying to move the box.  "Why would you be scolded?” that part got him to stand still again, a little confused.  It seemed things were returning to normal, Ulmo had claimed ownership for the seas so he was not sure what Ossë might be blamed for now.




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



independent & selective

shipwright

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