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

[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. ]