masteroftheseas:

Ossë trilled softly as Círdan blushed again, watching the color bloom and travel to even flush his ears. The red was all the more attractive against the silver of his hair. He freed one arm to reach up and slid his fingers over the highlighted skin, feeling the heat all the more acutely, admiring the contrast with his own pale blue. Such a strange pair they made, such contradictions of warmth and cold, sharp and dull, calm and brash, fana and hroa. The blanket was soft and light but bounced the heat back against him instead of letting it escape, and it was all the more tempting to stay all night.

“Sometimes I am tempted to visit my brother’s realm,” he admitted softly, eyes still dimly glowing as he peered up at his love, “but I am afraid of what I might find. I spend too much time in my own head already; I know the fantasies and horrors it is capable of conjuring. At least waking and on my own, I can control it.“ He cooed a soft, warbling note meant to be comforting — perhaps to himself, or to his companion in apology for the shifted mood. It was not often that Ossë felt like revealing himself, but it was something he was hesitantly working on changing. Had he revealed his feelings sooner, perhaps he could have had this temptation to himself long ago; if he had been more honest with Ulmo throughout the ages, would their relationship be better?

He shifted slightly and turned his head, brushing his lips against the steady drumming beneath his cheek before he resumed nuzzling against his chest. “I think I like acting out your dreams, anyway. At least ones like this.”

He turned his head slightly to nuzzle against Ossë’s hand, going so far as to cup the back of his hand as he turned his head to press a soft kiss to his palm.  He was quickly becoming more inclined to keep the maia here throughout the rest of the night but he knew before long the obligations to tend to and the oceans to maintain.  

Círdan linked their fingers together as he listened to the maia discuss dreams of his own, or rather what he thought of them and where they might lead.  It was a shame that his love had not had the experience of walking through his subconscious and whatever nonsense it might create, though he knew it could easily dredge up things he did his best to avoid.  It was a dangerous gamble each time.  "How about a promise?  Should you decide to try dreaming on your own, I will be right here for you and soon as you sound upset?  I will wake up up,“ it was the best he could offer.

"Now, to be fair, I do not have dreams like tonight on a regular basis, but I liked acting it out too,” he grinned and chuckled.  A shiver radiated across his chest from the kiss and the nuzzle.  "Im meleth le,“ he murmured softly, brushing a few unruly curls out of the way.




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



independent & selective

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