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( stargazing )

Vega, Altair and Deneb, The Summer Triangle and the Milky way

the stargazing meme

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prompts

one → meteor shower you just saw a falling star! and another! make a wish!
two → aliens what was that? was that really? omg no way a ufo!
three → lunar eclipse you've been sitting out for hours, waiting for this. it's so cool!
four → comet does it move fast or slow? either way, it's amazing.
five → full moon the moon is so huge! just don't look too long, it's really bright too.
six → star dust anything can happen in space. make up your own plot!
seven → solar eclipse this might be happening in the middle of the day!
eight → planet sighting is that a new star? nope, just a neighbor in the solar system!
nine → constellations do you know the stories behind these odd patterns?

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Maybe you shouldn't. [The smile turns into a grin, as he leans towards her for an instant. He shuffles into a more comfortable sitting position, a hand immediately going to his wound for support.]

I was tired of being inside. [He confesses after a sigh, looking up and down at her and at last noticing her state now that she is closer to him.] You must be cold. Did you fall into the water?

[Her eyebrow lifts pointedly.] I see you are feeling better. [He's taking "transparent" to a brand new level. Clearly he'd be just fine if she did leave him alone, although she doesn't much want to.]

I jumped. [Her tunic is clinging to her skin, clammy and awkward, and all she wants to do is peel it off and crawl into a warm bed with soft, dry covers, and let herself slip into a deep sleep.] Many times.

But... [He frowns confusedly, mouth half-open for the second it takes for him to understand why she would even jump into the water in the first place. Then he nods in understanding.] Ooh. Alright, I understand.

[Then without much ceremony, he stands up, slow and with slight difficulty due to his injury, and takes off his own thick cloak, resting it over her shoulders. It's short and it smells a little, but it is very warm and protects most of her figure. Because while he can be blamed for being bold, transparent or even inappropriate on occasion, he makes up for it in caring for people at the very least.] Perhaps we should get you inside.

[She's almost ready to protest when he stands up, her hands lifting to hover awkwardly between them as if she wants to steady him, but once he is safely on his feet, she lets her hands drop back down to her lap.]

Kíli... [The cloak is warm and heavy, and it smells faintly of fish, but it's comfortable and she finds herself sinking gratefully into it.] You needn't have done that. [Still, despite her protests, she doesn't try to shrug out of it.] But thank you.

[He's already standing, so really it should not be that difficult for her to stand as well, and yet the whole idea seems insurmountable. Still, she struggles to her feet, her hand falling to settle on his shoulders; not to lean on him, but to reassure herself that he's actually alright.] Yes, perhaps we should.

[His own hands hover as she stands, even though he would not be able to offer much support should she have trouble finding her balance. But she wouldn't, of course, not a tall slender forest elf that ran faster on a thin tree branch than he ever could on solid ground.

He shakes his head as if what he did was of no importance, eyes darting to her hand on his shoulder for a moment.] I did so because I wanted to. And I am no colder than you are.

[Once they are both standing, he turns to where Bard's house is, looking up at the night sky while they slowly make their way back, him limping slightly despite his best efforts not to.]

You are more injured than I. [Because she has to point that out, since he seems determined to ignore that fact.

She's rather glad that he seems to know where to go, since she has been so turned around this entire night, not to mention that so many of the buildings are burned so badly that they are not even recognizable; she is sure that it would take her an embarrassingly long time to find the home of their previous host.

Noticing his limp, she chides herself quietly and links his arm through hers.] Lean on me. Your brother will never forgive me if I allowed you to come to harm, even from yourself.

[Not looking at her, he knits his eyebrows together and shakes his head.] I'm fine, I--

[His thoughts are cut short when she pulls his arm to her. He would say how his brother would not blame her if something were to happen to him, she had already saved his life to begin with, but the fact is he rather likes having his arm rest on hers. For support, of course.] Being injured does not mean I'm cold. But... thank you.

[After crossing a small bridge he looks on, taking a pause to study the crisp remnant of the paths before he turns left.] This way.

[She just hums at him, not having the energy to try and fight him when she knows full well the stubbornness of dwarves; Tauriel is stubborn too, but in this arena, she is clever enough to realize that she is outclassed, and does not bother starting a battle she will not win.

So instead she simply lets Kíli lean on her and follows where he leads.]

[Kíli briefly raises an eyebrow at her; but he does not mind the quiet, surprising as that may be. It would probably be a pointless exchange of words too, and he for one is thankful she doesn't press on the matter any further.

He stops at another turn, this time looking at the ground until he spots a fresh scratch on the wooden planks, marked even over the dust and ashes, and he nods that way.] There.

[She waits until the start to ascend the steps into Bard's house, miraculously standing as it is, before chiding the dwarf who led her home.] You really should not have left your sickbed. [The way she gently assists him up the stairs belies her harsh words, though.] You were poisoned. An excess of activity can force the poison through your body to your heart, and then where would you be?

[Dead, actually, and she doesn't really want to examine the pang in her chest at the thought.]

[He rolls his eyes, though from that angle she probably could not tell, letting out a small groan that could very well be interpreted as difficulty at climbing the stairs, rather than a complaint at her words.

But he is quick to dismiss it. He knows she is right, of course, but that does not mean he likes being scolded as if he were a child, regardless of how many hundreds of years may separate them. He smiles up at her once they reach the door, opening it for her.] In that case you should have to heal me again.

[His faith in her abilities is touching, albeit somewhat misplaced. She is a warrior, not a healer; her access to the healing magics is...tainted, almost, by the lives she has taken. She managed to heal him the first time because she was desperate and forged ahead unthinking, but she does not think she will be able to replicate what it is she did for him.]

I should not have to. [She might not have the strength. Elves have hardy constitutions, of course, but tonight has been long and difficult and is so tired.

She smiles at him in thanks and steps inside, her shoulders dropping as she sighs in relief that this place is still standing as it was when she left it.]

[It was but a thoughtless reply on his part. He truly doesn't think she will have to do it again, even if he understands her concern. By comparison he feels great now, he can't imagine he would have a relapse.]

The girl... I don't know her name. She should have some clothes she could lend you. [He takes a seat himself, sighing in relief as he no longer has to rest the weight of his body on his injured leg.]

Sigrid. [It's an absent response as she fumbles with the clasp of his cloak, her fingers feeling clumsy and numb on the intricate dwarvish metalwork. Finally, though, she manages to slip it off her shoulders, folding it carefully and setting it on the table where he lay not too long ago. She then starts to strip out of her clothes, unselfconscious about the fact that she has an audience, hanging the dripping fabric up as best she can so that it dries.

Once she is down to her shift, she turns and glances around the room, her cheeks pinkening a little.] I will find her. Try not to injure yourself while I am gone.

[Thoughtless as it may be for her to do that, it does get Kíli's attention regardless. He takes a few seconds to even catch on to what she is doing, but when he does he freezes in place, a hand over his injury, mouth slightly ajar as his eyes travel down... then back up, possibly halting once or twice.

She is talking, there is that too. He just has a hard time hearing her at first. Finally he shakes his head, as if trying to break a spell that had been put upon him.] Yes! Yes, alright, well... [He clears his throat.] I can't make any promises.

[She is a soldier, and has spent her life in the barracks and campsites of men and women alike; her body is a tool to her and as such, disrobing does not seem like such a big deal.

Until she remembers who it is who is in the room with her, and then her blush makes much more sense.

She nods and hurries away, feeling embarrassed and foolish, and is very glad to find the human children sleeping upstairs. It doesn't take long to rouse them, or for them to find her appropriate clothing she can slip into, and soon she is padding back downstairs on bare feet, a rough dress of warm wool covering her long limbs as she braids her hair over her shoulder.]

Let me look at your wound.

[Watching her go until she disappears completely as she goes up the stairs, Kíli then lets his head rest on the back of the chair, eyes closing. The chair is not so big but it was made for men to sit on it, not Dwarves, so his head is much closer to the top of the chair than it should be for anyone else.

The fumbling noises as she returns catches his attention, and he looks to where she is coming from. True, she may hold herself like a warrior, and think of herself as that and only that, but Kíli is yet to see a maiden that he finds as beautiful as she, her figure foreign to his eyes when in a dress but still no less graceful.

He quickly moves to try and undo the knot in the piece of fabric she had tied around his leg, but with little luck - either because her knot is too strong, or his hands are weak, or he lacks the patience to undo it properly. Instead he takes hold of his dagger, intent on cutting it off.]

[It's clear Kíli is attracted to her — Tauriel knew that in the dungeons when they sat and spoke about the stars and traded stories of their journeys — but she is not quite sure why he is. From what she understands, dwarven women resemble their men in stature and demeanor; Tauriel could not be further from the archetypal dwarrowdam if she tried. It makes her feel...young, almost, a little shy, prone to blushing in a way she has not felt since she was a child.

Her thoughts are derailed quickly when she sees the dagger in Kíli's hand. Rushing forward, she stills his hand, her brows drawing together.]

What are you doing? [She does not think he would have cut himself, no, but she could not help the instinctual alarm that flared in her chest.] Let me. [Being warm and dry has done wonders for her, and Tauriel feels much stronger now than she did before; her fingers make short work of the bandage she tied around his leg, carefully unwinding it so she can see how his wound is faring.]

[He was just about to slide the blade underneath the fabric when she stops him, and he draws the dagger away from his leg.]

I was cutting the bandage. [But he makes no motion to try again, instead just returns the blade to its sheathe as her hands, much thinner than his and even less calloused, masterfully undo the tight knot made with the linen. He stretches his leg out and turns it just enough so that the wound is more visible. It doesn't look as terrible as it did before, but there is still a darkened shade in the skin around it, and a thick paste of clogged blood that formed in the meantime, staining the bandage and his ripped pants alike. The blood he is sure is there because he had been walking around recently, but the shade of his skin he's not so sure he will ever get rid of.]

Then we would not have any more bandage.

[The thickness of the blood is a little alarming, but Tauriel wipes it gently away with a rag so that she can see the flesh beneath; it has a much healthier color, even though it is obviously nowhere close to being healed yet. Carefully, she washes the blood and dirt away from the wound, until the flesh is clean and the wound is oozing healthy-colored blood again, then she picks up the bowl with the kingsfoil paste she made earlier and smears another dollop of the leafy green paste into it before wrapping it back up, this time with a fresh bandage despite what she said earlier about there being no more.]

You are healing as well as can be expected. [She can probably take her hand off his knee, but it doesn't seem to have occurred to her yet.] And you will likely continue to do so...if you rest and do not exacerbate the wound.

[As she picks up a rag Kíli takes a deep breath. He's perfectly aware it will hurt, but he refuses to let himself show it. Thankfully she's quick in cleaning the wound, and he lets out a very quiet sigh as she starts wrapping his wound again.

It is quite a feat for a nearly 80 year-old dwarf to look so much like a child, and yet somehow he manages it, an expression to that last remark that looks almost like a pout. But finally he gives in and nods at her request.] Alright, I promise I won't go for any more fresh air.

[He doesn't mind her hand on his knee at all. In fact he is very glad for it, because his hand rests very close to hers and all he has to do is shift it sideways ever so slightly and their fingers are touching.]

Are you staying? [Which, in his tone of voice, sounds a lot more like a request than a question. Please stay.]

[She lifts her eyes up to him and gives him a wry little smirk.] Thank you.

[The way he shifts his hand to brush against hers has her dropping them back down to his knee, though, watching the way his thick, callused fingers touch hers with a gentleness their size belies. She doesn't move her hand away, is in fact trying to work up the courage to shift hers as well until they can hold hands properly when he speaks up and she has to drag her attention back to the matter at hand.]

I...yes. I will stay. [She needs to rest, and all her clothing and weapons are here. As is her patient.]

[Kíli beams gleefully at her, much less hesitant himself to reach over and rest his hand fully over hers, his breathing calm and quiet in contrast with his quickening heart.] I'm glad.

[His eyes meet hers for a moment, then he lowers his head, not at all in shyness but rather in slight self-reproach.]

I am sorry, truly. You've saved my life. [He looks up then, honesty in his expression just as well as his words.] It wasn't my intention to undo what you did for me, or to make you worry.

[His hand is very warm.

That's all she can focus on at the moment, the heat of his palm against her hand, and she knows it takes her a moment to focus, which is terribly embarrassing.

Their eyes meet.] ...You mother was right. You are reckless.

[She sounds almost fond, though, and her fingers shift a little beneath his so that they slot together comfortably.]

[He lets out a soft chuckle. That she would even remember that is surprising to him, though a pleasant kind of surprise.]

Yes, I guess... I guess I am. [Her hand is much colder by contrast, possibly because she had been in the water for so long, but he can feel it warming underneath his. He lowers his eyes, his thumb softly stroking her skin.]

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