Just something from the other day
Jun. 6th, 2005 10:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zhieIn regards to the one word drabbling that led to the revelation of Glorfindel being afraid of the dark...
On their second night together, Glorfindel came to Erestor's room.
The fire had burned out in the hearth, so that only the flicker of the candles lit the room. Still in the earliest stages of getting to know each other, Erestor could not be entirely sure of what Glorfindel was thinking, but he could feel how tense his muscles were as the candles dimmed. Perhaps there was expectation of a repeat performance. Tired as he was, Erestor hoped to reassure his new lover by snuggling against him.
For a moment, Glorfindel relaxed. Then, the breeze rushed into the open windows, scattering the light and bending the wicks of the candles. Letting out a silent whimper just as the glow once more brightened the room, Glorfindel said, "Maybe we should close the window."
"Don't you like the fresh air?" questioned Erestor as Glorfindel pulled himself out of bed. Crossing the room, his steps slowed, and then he stopped. Turning around, he found Erestor was sitting up in bed, watching him with worry. Furrowing his brow with a frown, Glorfindel looked longingly over his shoulder to the empty spot on the bed that beckoned him.
"Perhaps I can just move the candles," he said, picking up the holder and bringing it back with him. He set it on the table beside the bed, but was given a disapproving look by Erestor. "What?"
"Nothing. Just.. isn't that awfully close to us?" wondered Erestor. "I would hate for it to accidentally tip and-"
"You have a lantern, do you not? One with a safety glass around it?" questioned Glorfindel.
Erestor nodded. "Yes, over there," he pointed, crossing his arms over his chest as Glorfindel retrieved it. When the golden elf returned to the bed and lit the lantern, he let out a sigh of relief as the room flooded with light. "Anything you want to tell me?" asked Erestor as the lantern was set on the table.
Glorfindel blew out the candles, their light insignificant beside the lantern and gave Erestor a blank stare as he stretched his legs and drew the covers back up. "I don't know what you mean."
Climbing over Glorfindel as he began to protest, Erestor leaned his head over the bulb of the lantern and blew out the flame. Darkness engulfed the room, and Glorfindel let out a low frightened noise. When his hands groped for the table in an attempt to rekindle the light, Erestor took hold of his wrists and held his flailing form down. When finally Glorfindel stopped his struggle, Erestor loosened his hold and asked, "By chance, Glorfindel, and please correct me if I am wrong, but do you happen to be afraid of the darkness?"
---- don't know where to go from here... tra la la... blaming on Laura... hee hee... your LJ post poked me...
On their second night together, Glorfindel came to Erestor's room.
The fire had burned out in the hearth, so that only the flicker of the candles lit the room. Still in the earliest stages of getting to know each other, Erestor could not be entirely sure of what Glorfindel was thinking, but he could feel how tense his muscles were as the candles dimmed. Perhaps there was expectation of a repeat performance. Tired as he was, Erestor hoped to reassure his new lover by snuggling against him.
For a moment, Glorfindel relaxed. Then, the breeze rushed into the open windows, scattering the light and bending the wicks of the candles. Letting out a silent whimper just as the glow once more brightened the room, Glorfindel said, "Maybe we should close the window."
"Don't you like the fresh air?" questioned Erestor as Glorfindel pulled himself out of bed. Crossing the room, his steps slowed, and then he stopped. Turning around, he found Erestor was sitting up in bed, watching him with worry. Furrowing his brow with a frown, Glorfindel looked longingly over his shoulder to the empty spot on the bed that beckoned him.
"Perhaps I can just move the candles," he said, picking up the holder and bringing it back with him. He set it on the table beside the bed, but was given a disapproving look by Erestor. "What?"
"Nothing. Just.. isn't that awfully close to us?" wondered Erestor. "I would hate for it to accidentally tip and-"
"You have a lantern, do you not? One with a safety glass around it?" questioned Glorfindel.
Erestor nodded. "Yes, over there," he pointed, crossing his arms over his chest as Glorfindel retrieved it. When the golden elf returned to the bed and lit the lantern, he let out a sigh of relief as the room flooded with light. "Anything you want to tell me?" asked Erestor as the lantern was set on the table.
Glorfindel blew out the candles, their light insignificant beside the lantern and gave Erestor a blank stare as he stretched his legs and drew the covers back up. "I don't know what you mean."
Climbing over Glorfindel as he began to protest, Erestor leaned his head over the bulb of the lantern and blew out the flame. Darkness engulfed the room, and Glorfindel let out a low frightened noise. When his hands groped for the table in an attempt to rekindle the light, Erestor took hold of his wrists and held his flailing form down. When finally Glorfindel stopped his struggle, Erestor loosened his hold and asked, "By chance, Glorfindel, and please correct me if I am wrong, but do you happen to be afraid of the darkness?"
---- don't know where to go from here... tra la la... blaming on Laura... hee hee... your LJ post poked me...
