A passing strange

Jul 01, 2006 02:14

When Namo enters his room, Gorlim is already there ( Read more... )

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halls_of_mandos July 1 2006, 06:20:32 UTC
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.

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gorlim July 1 2006, 06:23:49 UTC
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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halls_of_mandos July 1 2006, 06:28:03 UTC
Standing there, sapphire to smoky quartz.

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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gorlim July 1 2006, 06:29:24 UTC
He shakes his head. His hair topples into a shower of gold, and whatever had fastened it back before falls away.

"What happened?"

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halls_of_mandos July 1 2006, 06:32:44 UTC
His eyes are dark.

"I think you found a ghostlover to dance with you," he says very quietly.

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