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]

[ The interest hadn't been feigned for a schtick; Celegorm's touch is very light, as if he is accustomed to great delicacy, and his eyes follow the lines of the tattoos with an interest that's almost academic. He turns Felix's hands in his, seeing the eyes on the palms. Stops there, letting the pad of a calloused thumb glide along the symbol.

Tattooing isn't a big cultural thing with the Eldar: your body is a temple, and all that. But it was common enough with some members of the Edain, the Haradrim... People he'd mostly only glimpsed from a sanitary distance.

But likewise he allows his own hands to be turned, inspected: all the callouses of archery and long swordplay, but also the evidence of great personal fastidiousness. No dirt, nails kept short and clean.]

Ah... A hunter by my heart's desire; a soldier only by... grim need, and circumstance.

[ A rueful twist of his mouth, and he let his hands slide away, folding on the tabletop instead. ]

Grown used to them. You talk about them as if they're scars.

[ He searches Felix's face, trying to gauge what is acceptable to ask. He'd felt all the old breaks. ]