x Do not speak to me as if I were some lowly dwarf—as if I were still Thorin Oakenshield. x
- Descriptive and all that jazz
- Seeking SLs and banter
- Alter of #Alpha
@OFELFISMS The answer is that it suits /you/.
[Calloused hands reach out to gently touch the fabric, a finger tracing one of the intricate thread designs before he gives a nod.]
That in turn means it suits me, my moon.
[Gently nudges @OFELFISMS, a tray of cheeses, fruit and wine in one of his hands. He hated waking such a beautiful sight but they had prior arrangements for the day.]
@OFELFISMS Aye. You’re bitterness meshes well with my gruffness.
[His eyes rolling subtly.] I fell in love with all of which you hide behind the bitterness.
[His face softens momentarily as he pushes himself from where he’s sat; joining Thranduil in perusing through the clothing.]—
@OFELFISMS That is debatable. Legolas is old enough to take the throne in your absence— granted his youth still causes him to be a bit reckless.
[His hand brushes against Thranduil’s as he makes his way to stand before him again; never tiring of the way he seemed to literally light up—
@electricsextasy [Takes a quick step back at the emergence of the phone, a distrusting look on his face before confusion slowly slips in.]
Your seeing orb is odd. And I— this Dick Armitage looks like /me/.