masteroftheseas:

“Mmm, challenge accepted.” Ossë trilled and nuzzled at Círdan’s chest, smiling up at him broadly. “Perhaps you might inspire dreams for me, as well.“ It would be a fun game, and more secrets to uncover was always a good thing in his mind.

He chattered softly and complied with the unspoken request, sliding up along the bed to rest his head next to Círdan’s on the pillow. His cheek rubbed against the soft pillowcase a few times and he rumbled pleasantly. “Someday, perhaps I will try to teach you some of our language,” he mused with a grin. “Though I know you find it unpleasant. Not all of it is so bad, I hope. Some of it, at the least, I think would amuse you.“ 

Adjusting a bit to curl more around his Elf, he draped an arm over Círdan’s chest and wove his fingers through his hair. “I’m afraid it doesn’t translate very well literally,” he drawled, eyes drifting over his face as he spoke. “The best I can form is something akin to ‘my love for you fills my soul’, but that sounds so… tacky and bland. It’s much more poetic, deeper, in its original translation.“ He was grinning again, a bit sheepish himself at his explanation of his language. ”Qarābu qarābu,“ he sighed, cutting off any question as to what that meant with a quick, smiling kiss.

"Ah, you would have far too much fun laughing at me as I tried to make those sounds, sometimes I swear it sounds as though you are speaking with two voices,” he shook his head which turned into nuzzling against his pillow.  He remembered when Ossë was teaching him how to build mightier and mightier ships or finer points of swimming.  Círdan was well aware that his patience was not infinite.  

He walked his fingers along the slight curve of Ossë’s hip before nestling closer to the maia with a grin in place.  He liked the idea of helping him form his own pleasant dreams.  A shiver traced down his spine as he felt fingers weaving through the silver strands, his back arching acutely for a brief moment.

“It sounds lovely,” he corrected before grinning.  "I like a little tacky now and then, it’s fun,“ the old Teler nodded his head the best he could with the grip on his hair, even if it was rather loose.  "Qarabu qarabu?” he echoed, brow knitting in confusion at the even newer words but at least that one was familiar, he had heard it uttered now and then throughout the ages.  

Just as he planned, the kiss cut off the question that was inevitably about to follow.  Sighing softly, he relaxed against the larger maia’s chest and tipped his head up to chase after another kiss.




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



independent & selective

shipwright

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