He silently closes the door, then leans on it watching.
The Vala sheds his robes, then slips into Gorlim's arms mid-step. He joins into the silent singing. He moves like the stream over the rocks. His scent, sharp and crisp like the mountaintop, joins with that old scent of forgotten war and nightmare.
He opens his eyes and seems... puzzled. His step falters slightly. The song changes key. He turns out of the arms, but not fully away, leaving the tips of fingers to touch as he pauses...
...waiting...
...breathless...
...and then slowly turns back in against the Vala. His eyes are dark with shadows, and the room is like an abandoned field of war.
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The Vala sheds his robes, then slips into Gorlim's arms mid-step. He joins into the silent singing. He moves like the stream over the rocks. His scent, sharp and crisp like the mountaintop, joins with that old scent of forgotten war and nightmare.
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...waiting...
...breathless...
...and then slowly turns back in against the Vala. His eyes are dark with shadows, and the room is like an abandoned field of war.
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Hands lightly in hands.
Bodies close.
Shadows are met with foggy mists.
Breathless waiting met by patient quiet.
A room waits.
An abandoned warfield is poised.
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"What happened?"
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"I think you found a ghostlover to dance with you," he says very quietly.
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