Erestor bristled, eyes opening to glare at Glorfindel. “Excuse me? What on earth about this is safe?”
Glorfindel seemed unfazed by the glare. “Bri was always going to be waiting for him, and you were always going to wind up here. Didn’t have to grow and stretch with another person who could meet you half way.”
“That’s funny coming from someone who has the attention span of a butterfly with his lovers.” Defensive - and Erestor knew it.
Glorfindel shrugged, shoulders rolling back in a smooth movement. “Maybe I like a varied diet of flowers and sweet things.”
Erestor remembered his leg over around one of those shoulders, a large hand on his thigh, spreading him wider…he felt a flush creep high on his face and started to pace. “Easy, sweet things. Not the fruits with a bitter peel or a hard shell.”
“Are you saying I’m lazy?” Glorfindel asked, an eyebrow raised. “Or that I only sleep with people who are easily brought to bed.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He picked up a pillow off the floor and tossed it on the bed. “Besides, aren’t those the same thing?”
Glorfindel’s hand moved, quicker than Erestor expected and wrapped around his wrist. “Stop moving around, you’re making my head swim.”
“Poor baby,” Erestor said unsympathetically. Glorfindel’s response was a sharp tug on his arm, sending him tumbling onto the bed. When recalling this later, Erestor would deny that he squawked, but Glorfindel would insist that he did. He lay there on his back, waiting for the room to stop spinning and felt the bed give as Glorfindel lay down beside him. He had a moment of sharp clarity – he really wasn’t a good person – when he jabbed his elbow into Glorfindel’s side.
“Bastard.” Glorfindel wheezed, shoving his arm away.
“Takes one to know one.”
They lay there quietly for a few moments, looking up at the unfamiliar pattern on the ceiling. Erestor supposed it was a new Gondorian style.
Finally, Glorfindel spoke up. “So I’m lazy and like the easily obtained, and you like the safety of the unattainable.”
“That sums us up, yes. At least we know who we are. No identity crises or something stupid.”
“Well, you were worried about us being lovers after one night.” Glorfindel rolled onto his side, propping his head up with an elbow. “Been reading a lot of romance stories, have you?”
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Date: 2014-08-28 12:15 am (UTC)Glorfindel seemed unfazed by the glare. “Bri was always going to be waiting for him, and you were always going to wind up here. Didn’t have to grow and stretch with another person who could meet you half way.”
“That’s funny coming from someone who has the attention span of a butterfly with his lovers.” Defensive - and Erestor knew it.
Glorfindel shrugged, shoulders rolling back in a smooth movement. “Maybe I like a varied diet of flowers and sweet things.”
Erestor remembered his leg over around one of those shoulders, a large hand on his thigh, spreading him wider…he felt a flush creep high on his face and started to pace. “Easy, sweet things. Not the fruits with a bitter peel or a hard shell.”
“Are you saying I’m lazy?” Glorfindel asked, an eyebrow raised. “Or that I only sleep with people who are easily brought to bed.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He picked up a pillow off the floor and tossed it on the bed. “Besides, aren’t those the same thing?”
Glorfindel’s hand moved, quicker than Erestor expected and wrapped around his wrist. “Stop moving around, you’re making my head swim.”
“Poor baby,” Erestor said unsympathetically. Glorfindel’s response was a sharp tug on his arm, sending him tumbling onto the bed. When recalling this later, Erestor would deny that he squawked, but Glorfindel would insist that he did. He lay there on his back, waiting for the room to stop spinning and felt the bed give as Glorfindel lay down beside him. He had a moment of sharp clarity – he really wasn’t a good person – when he jabbed his elbow into Glorfindel’s side.
“Bastard.” Glorfindel wheezed, shoving his arm away.
“Takes one to know one.”
They lay there quietly for a few moments, looking up at the unfamiliar pattern on the ceiling. Erestor supposed it was a new Gondorian style.
Finally, Glorfindel spoke up. “So I’m lazy and like the easily obtained, and you like the safety of the unattainable.”
“That sums us up, yes. At least we know who we are. No identity crises or something stupid.”
“Well, you were worried about us being lovers after one night.” Glorfindel rolled onto his side, propping his head up with an elbow. “Been reading a lot of romance stories, have you?”
“Don’t make me hit you again.”