Gold Comes the Autumn {September 3011} [Adanedhel]
Oct 29, 2018 18:20:04 GMT -5
Post by ELIRA on Oct 29, 2018 18:20:04 GMT -5
“You’re right... I suppose my dream and motive will be one day taking my Adar’s place as weapon’s master, or at least working beside him. I know though, that he will leave for the West soon with my Naneth.”
“It is a good dream,” Kelet answered approvingly to Adanedhel after she had moved into his arms. She sat, smiling slightly as she enjoyed the feel of his hands upon her skin. Gentle, so much more gentle than hands he had known beyond the desert sands. Her fingers traced from his shoulder, down his arm, enjoying the feel of slick muscles now that they were settled and he was content in a way he had not been within the lake.
“You have strong arm for sword. For weapon,” she added, a squeeze to his bicep and a glimmer in her eye. It seemed strange that arms so strong could be so gentle. She knew well that strength came with volatility, though it seemed not to be the case with this ellon who had become dear, and she enjoyed his strength. It would take him through many battles, she was certain. He would do his Adar proud with it, and with his motivation.
“I am no longer fettered in mind, Muin…And what of you, Muin? Are you still fettered in your mind?”
Relaxing first upon his words that he did not feel a slave to others; to himself Kelet sighed, though tensed against as Adanedhel asked of her. The sliding of her hand across his muscled thigh ended shortly and she stopped to look at him, as he moved her damp white hair back away from her face. She did not answer, though she wondered if he heard her thoughts, for his expression had changed upon them.
“You are free, Muin. Even if you do not believe it. You are free from the shackles.”
“Hmm...” Kelet hummed as he spoke, and her smile began to turn back to her expression. Adan thought so, and he was a person whom she could trust to speak truth of freedom and shackles, for he too had experienced those monstrosities. He believed in freedom, and mayhaps there was a thing such as it.
‘But perhaps not in mind.’ His voice seemed to echo louder within her head than even Adanedhel had been speaking, though Kelet had been watching the ellon with steel eyes even while he kissed her and neither were his eyes open; his lips had been occupied. Physical speech had not come to him. She was not certain what to think of his words, but the idea of the words alone penetrating her mind was both strange, yet also... somewhat exciting.
“You do this, Adan.. how do you say...” she paused pulling back, trembling slightly though the water was warm and it sloshed in the gap she had made between. “You speak to me within. None but you. May mind be free when one casts voice within?” It was a mere question; and she had always been one to think out loud. It were as if his piercing blue gaze could see into her midst. She had heard that there were elves who could do this; though she had not outright asked Adanedhel of it; only felt the tickle of his intrusion at times here and there across the months.
She stared at him; trying to decide if she felt affronted by the matter, or violated, but also curious of what power he bore to be able to control his mind this way. The curiosity overrode the what infringement she may have felt.
Kelet raised her pale hands dripping to press against her ears, and block the sound of rippling water and cave echos. “Speak to me in my mind, Meluin, tell me if it is true. Ask of me within.”
“It is a good dream,” Kelet answered approvingly to Adanedhel after she had moved into his arms. She sat, smiling slightly as she enjoyed the feel of his hands upon her skin. Gentle, so much more gentle than hands he had known beyond the desert sands. Her fingers traced from his shoulder, down his arm, enjoying the feel of slick muscles now that they were settled and he was content in a way he had not been within the lake.
“You have strong arm for sword. For weapon,” she added, a squeeze to his bicep and a glimmer in her eye. It seemed strange that arms so strong could be so gentle. She knew well that strength came with volatility, though it seemed not to be the case with this ellon who had become dear, and she enjoyed his strength. It would take him through many battles, she was certain. He would do his Adar proud with it, and with his motivation.
“I am no longer fettered in mind, Muin…And what of you, Muin? Are you still fettered in your mind?”
Relaxing first upon his words that he did not feel a slave to others; to himself Kelet sighed, though tensed against as Adanedhel asked of her. The sliding of her hand across his muscled thigh ended shortly and she stopped to look at him, as he moved her damp white hair back away from her face. She did not answer, though she wondered if he heard her thoughts, for his expression had changed upon them.
“You are free, Muin. Even if you do not believe it. You are free from the shackles.”
“Hmm...” Kelet hummed as he spoke, and her smile began to turn back to her expression. Adan thought so, and he was a person whom she could trust to speak truth of freedom and shackles, for he too had experienced those monstrosities. He believed in freedom, and mayhaps there was a thing such as it.
‘But perhaps not in mind.’ His voice seemed to echo louder within her head than even Adanedhel had been speaking, though Kelet had been watching the ellon with steel eyes even while he kissed her and neither were his eyes open; his lips had been occupied. Physical speech had not come to him. She was not certain what to think of his words, but the idea of the words alone penetrating her mind was both strange, yet also... somewhat exciting.
“You do this, Adan.. how do you say...” she paused pulling back, trembling slightly though the water was warm and it sloshed in the gap she had made between. “You speak to me within. None but you. May mind be free when one casts voice within?” It was a mere question; and she had always been one to think out loud. It were as if his piercing blue gaze could see into her midst. She had heard that there were elves who could do this; though she had not outright asked Adanedhel of it; only felt the tickle of his intrusion at times here and there across the months.
She stared at him; trying to decide if she felt affronted by the matter, or violated, but also curious of what power he bore to be able to control his mind this way. The curiosity overrode the what infringement she may have felt.
Kelet raised her pale hands dripping to press against her ears, and block the sound of rippling water and cave echos. “Speak to me in my mind, Meluin, tell me if it is true. Ask of me within.”