#so quick translation: izrê = beloved 💞

[mindsmade]

repose - muse a languidly slips into muse b’s arms while muse b is lying somewhere ( sh & aeren — surprise me with who’s who! )

@weaveshadows / meme

Aerendyl’s never shied away from touch, whether he be on the giving or receiving end, so there’s something uniquely strange about his doubt these days. With Shadowheart having made clear they need time to sort through their thoughts, he’s done as asked; vowed to keep his distance until approached.

So far, he’s found refuge in Shadowheart’s open declaration of devotion that followed their escape from that nightmarish realm. ‘Now and always,’ they said. He sees no reason to doubt that — not when thinking rationally. The Gauntlet of Shar and the immediate aftermath of the choice they made there even begged careful consideration on his end.

But he’s not without anxiousness tonight, increasingly concerned her distance might be a prelude to something more permanent yet as it stretches on, hour by hour.

He lies in his bedroll now, stewing in his burgeoning disquiet. It well near drives him onto his feet in a last-ditch effort to walk it off, but the pitter-patter outside his makeshift stone hut pins him in place. Only his head lifts from the pillow so he can peer at the entrance beyond his feet, and there he finds the answer to all the questions that have plagued him this very night.

Could such timing be predestined?

He doesn't try to answer that, and Shadowheart doesn’t dawdle — foregoing even a single word before entering. He’d question any other on why they’re here, but with her, he knows. His gut feeling’s not often been wrong, and for the sake of self-preservation, he won’t challenge the relief it instills into him now. This is an approach, and thereby an end to uncertainty. He feels it.

The moment Shadowheart languidly helps themself to his space, Aerendyl shifts to the side, largely sacrificing the warm spot on his bedroll in exchange for its cooler edge.  ❛  There you are.  ❜  His arm extends away from him, accommodating her in such a way that she can rest her head on it. The other loops across her middle, guided there by her own hand as her front settles against him, no less.

There’s that flutter in his stomach again. He's no longer a stranger to the sensation of it around her ( because of her ). Every bit of tension falls away from his body under its light caress, and he sighs into the embrace.

❛  I’ve missed you, you know?  ❜  He dips his chin as he inhales the scent of her hair. Incense, tea rose, and black orchid all pour forth from those newly moon-touched tresses. They make for a comfortingly full-bodied, earthy smell. He commits the combination to memory once more. Never again will he be able to smell these things now, without thinking of Shadowheart. ❛  Tell me you'll stay.  ❜

Those words, he thinks, can be taken two ways: in the immediate sense ( don't leave my side tonight ), and the lasting, spun-out sense ( stay with me, always ). Both are rooted in that same desire for their presence, and therefore equally accurate interpretations.

Slowly, he shifts somewhat — sliding a little ways down the bedroll to come eye-to-eye with Shadowheart. ❛ Now and always, yes? ❜

Perhaps words are wasted here. Why utter an affirmation when there's a wealth of gestures that would far more effectively drive the point home? Aerendyl's nose nudges theirs in a bid for that coveted closeness, intimacy, before he presses further. The kiss that ensues starts light, yet the urgency behind it seeps through before long, and directs even the grasp of his hand along her waist. He needs them closer, still; against him in full.

The spell breaks only for his need to breathe. He smiles as he succumbs to it. ❛ I feel compelled to take that as a 'yes', izrê. ❜

#weaveshadows #query / ic. #❛ thread / aerendyl. #me: this will be short n sweet #also me: actually – #anyway i've decided to take adûnaic from tolkien's legendarium as the terran language #bc i'm familiar w it / it sounds right / i'm lazy JFSfd #so quick translation: izrê = beloved 💞 #cut again bc long as i have 0 self-restraint