IC Speed Dating Meme

[fairbrook]

IC Speed Dating Meme

Rules:
1. Post with your character by creating a "card" with your name, sex, and preferences.
2. Tag to others.
3. You supposedly only have seven minutes, but that's up to the muns how many comments. [To hell with that, let's not put a limit on how many comments]
4. Have fun.

Comments

[avisionofwar]

They can, I'm certain, though the implication is one of romance, I understand.

[ He eyes Legolas pointedly, then, his small smile broadening a measure.

Neatly, he leans forward, plucking up Legolas' card. ]

I think I'll claim you.

[orcsurfing]

[ It's a skill to make the former Prince of the Woodland Realm speechless, many would tell Celegorm so. It's even more of a skill to have him part his lips and close them without a single word slipping by, but for a startled sound of ah as his gaze follows that slender hand.

A moment no longer than the blink of an eye, yet still a moment too long he waits with his reply, then playing along, seemingly unbothered he responds. ]

That you know you wish to do so before the seven minutes granted us are up! [ Both eyebrows arched, laughter in every word. ] What does your claim of me entail?

[avisionofwar]

[ Ah! Now he can be cheeky, offering up his card to the other elf with a cattish grin.

Don't be shy, don't be shy, don't be shy is his inner monologue, as it is every time he finds himself in the circle of Greenleaf's presence. ]

My claim? Only more of your time than I am alotted here. And... a kiss, perhaps...?

[ Don't be shy, don't look overeager, be cool, be cool, be cool damnit... ]

NOT HERE

[bythewaves]

[ But somewhere there is a little chibi Maglor waving big pompoms and a chibi Caranthir with a sign that says 'YOU CAN DO IT' ]

ALSO NOT HERE

[sculptor_of_aman]

[Nerdanel slips in behind to watch with a bowl of lembas popcorn.]

So, how high is the wager if he gets kissed?

FOREVER NOT HERE

[bythewaves]

I did not think to wager on him, alas - but perhaps I will bake him something a little extra as a reward if he succeeds.

[orcsurfing]

[ Pale lips part once more, his pupils dilate fixated on the card. He understands the meaning of the gesture, though it's a concept entirely made up by the men of the future, still... it seems it matters to Celegorm, this little gesture and so it should matter to him too. Whether he accepts or not, whether he goes along with it as he should in a manner a little more serious.

Slowly, delicately Legolas reaches out to pick up the piece of paper. ]

You should know by now that all you need to do is ask for my time, and that you did I will say: granted.

[ There are... many reasons for this, some of them seemingly contrary. To avoid each other is no way to build trust, on either side, it's no way to build loyalty. And the more time he spends in Celegorm's company, every day, from its start to finish, and then at night as well, the more comfortable he is with it.

Comfortable enough to not recoil at the touches incidental and most intentional.

However a kiss is a whole another matter, and his flush betrays many answers that he would never give voice to. Or just not yet. ]

But a kiss, ah...

[ In Celegorm's faint hesitation, such that only traces of it Legolas caught, he didn't specify what sort of a kiss he wanted and so Legolas reaches for Celegorm's hand, draws it close enough to be able to kiss the tips of his fingers. A small, dry peck of soft lips. And then, on a whim, he drops another one to the centre of the palm, equally soft and brief. ]

[avisionofwar]

[ The smile that lit is face was luminous, and his sharp ears reddened a little.

Reddened even further when Legolas took his hand, and he went still as a startled doe, barely seeming to breathe. When Legolas let his hand fall away, Celegorm's fingers curled inward, as if he could trap the sensation on his palm, the soft and fleeting warmth.

A heart-pounding sense of vertigo dizzied him, and he closed his eyes, murmuring, ]

You always give me cause to wonder at the nature of power; such a small luxury you grant me, such a simple gesture... but surely the world has stopped spinning, or night become day...

[orcsurfing]

[ Always, Celegorm assigns him traits so grandiose, so profound... Legolas can scarcely believe his words to be true. Yet they come with such genuine tones, that it throws him back each time. All of it he puts in words so clever too, so sweet that his pulse quickens against his ribcage. He feels it pounding in his neck, just beneath the jaw and especially so when he swallows thickly. ]

Are you saying... I have a power over you?

[ That bemused disbelief sneaks its way into words he wished to come out as strictly playful. ]