[ Beyond hands on his belt, beyond the press of their chests, Celegorm doesn't touch him in turn and Legolas feels in control of the situation. He feels it to be on his terms and that's a comforting thought, that even allows him to stay rooted in place, rather than flying between the trees like a startled bird.
He moves his fingers down now, through the long strands that spill over Celegorm's chest, and they offer no resistance, not a single tangle mars the perfect smoothness of it. His gaze follows the motion too, until he's at the tips and raises a lock to his lips as if to kiss. His lips never make contact though, before he shies away and just twirls it around his index finger. ]
I have never felt it...
[ Any of it, more over so with such an underlying thread of terrible fear that comes with the want. ]
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He moves his fingers down now, through the long strands that spill over Celegorm's chest, and they offer no resistance, not a single tangle mars the perfect smoothness of it. His gaze follows the motion too, until he's at the tips and raises a lock to his lips as if to kiss. His lips never make contact though, before he shies away and just twirls it around his index finger. ]
I have never felt it...
[ Any of it, more over so with such an underlying thread of terrible fear that comes with the want. ]
That you would want me, that I would want you.