( stargazing )

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the stargazing meme

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oo5. profit? oh yeah!

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?

Comments

[taurohtar]

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.

[favourthebow]

[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.]

[taurohtar]

[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.]

[favourthebow]

[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.

[taurohtar]

[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.]

[favourthebow]

[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.]

[taurohtar]

[She should step away, she knows that. There are a myriad of reasons why she shouldn't be kneeling here on the floor and letting him hold her hand, but they're hard to remember right now. The brush of his thumb is gentle against her skin and his voice is soft and almost intimate, and it's all too easy to just...let herself stay where she is.]

Perhaps it's not such a bad thing, though. [If he was less reckless, he might not have come on this journey and then they never would have met.]

[favourthebow]

[Kíli doesn't think there are any real reasons as to why they shouldn't be like this, honestly. Not good ones, in any case. And if there were he wouldn't really care much for them either.]

It could have gone worse, that much is true. [He most certainly wouldn't have taken the risk of jumping onto the bridge to lower the lever, and would have never gotten pierced by that arrow. Which, to some, could be seen as a good thing, but Kíli was starting to think of that arrow as a blessing, for without it she might not have come to him.

It's clear he doesn't want to move from there, he doesn't even want to shift an inch, but Tauriel is kneeling on the ground and he can't imagine that being very comfortable. He tugs on her hand slightly, to get her attention.] We should move somewhere else.

[taurohtar]

[They seem pretty good from where she's kneeling standing. Their nations are not quite at war, but they are definitely not allies. He is a prince of Durin, in line for the throne. She will outlive him by centuries if not millennia. All very valid reasons, ones which she is ignoring right now. They seem very far away from this singed little house on the lake.

It's true that one of the main reasons she defied her king and went after the dwarves was because of her concern for his injury. The brief time they spend talking through the bars of his cell made her care enough about him that the thought of him dying slowly of a Morgul poison was abhorrent to her. Not when she knew how to heal him, even if she wasn't quite sure if she could. Still. It is a little drastic to obtain a mortal injury just for the sake of getting someone's attention.]

Oh. Yes, of course. [She levers herself up to her feet, only refraining from swaying by holding on to the edge of the table. She is far more tired than she wants to admit to, but Kíli is injured and he requires tending to first.] You need to rest, to heal.

[favourthebow]

[Kíli waits for her to be standing, his hand still holding onto hers and gripping a little tighter when she seems about to lose her balance. He gets up then, slowly and without putting much weight on his leg.]

And so do you, it seems. [There aren't a lot of comfortable places for them to rest on, granted, but Kíli spots a few blankets in a corner, falling out of a half-open closet. He figures the floor is as comfortable as a place to sit, even more so if they make use of the blankets.

He walks over to the pile, picking them up one by one and laying them out on the ground by the wall.]

[taurohtar]

I will be alright.

[She's a little confused when she sees him start to lay blankets down on the floor, especially since the blankets he puts down are quite a bit larger than he would need, with how he's spread them out. It takes her a moment to realize that he perhaps expects her to lie down with him, and that has her eyebrows shooting up to her hairline.

As she reaches out to stop him, something stills her hand. She is tired, and the blankets do look comfortable enough, and if she is nearby perhaps he won't try to do himself yet more harm. She stills her tongue and simply watches him putter until he is satisfied.]

I love how this went in a completely different direction than intended from the meme haha

[favourthebow]

[Of course he expects her to lie down next to him - not with him exactly, that's something else entirely. The blankets are few and proximity always offers a degree of warmth, not to mention that yes, Kíli would very much like for the Elf to be next to him.

He crawls onto the blankets, sitting down with a soft groan, the wooden floor creaking softly underneath him.] Well... it's not a proper bed. But it is at least better than resting on just wood. [He offers tentatively, seeing no harm or reason for her to mind sharing that resting space with him.]

whateva whateva we do what we want!!

[taurohtar]

[She hesitates for a little while, indecision writ plainly across her face, but in the end it isn't much of a decision. Either she can lay down and get comfortable beside him, or she can suffer stoically and perhaps hinder her performance later, should something terrible happen like yet more orcs descending upon the ruin of the town.

With a quiet little huff of a sigh, she steps closer and kneels down, arranging herself so that she is between him and the doorway. This way she will know if he tries to get up to any mischief even if she is asleep, since he will have to crawl over her to get anywhere.]

I am sure I will manage. [It's not very comfortable, but she's slept in worse conditions, and the blankets are rather nice.] ...Are you comfortable?

pffft yes pretty much

[favourthebow]

[Kíli hardly notices the hesitance, being distracted with finding a comfortable position for him - or at least trying to avoid the area of the ground beneath him where a wooden plank is uneven. He finally lies down on his back just as she joins him on top of the blankets.]

Yes... [The frown in his face tells another story, and he shifts about for a while before he settles down. Then he looks over at her with a smile.] This is actually not so bad, I've had worse. How about you, are you comfortable?

[taurohtar]

[The dress she is wearing is itchy and coarse; Tauriel would much rather be wearing her own clothes that are made just for her and fit comfortably so that she does not have to constantly fight the urge to squirm and scratch uselessly at her shoulders.

Listening to him talk is as good a distraction as any, and so she latches on to his question so that she doesn't have to think about the itch between her shoulder blades.]

Yes, it really isn't so bad. Definitely no worse than the boughs of a tree.

[favourthebow]

[Kíli hums in thoughtful agreement, a sigh of his turning into a big yawn.] Or the cold damp floor of a cave.

[He feels a lot more exhausted than he thought he was, now he is lying down, his leg blissfully painless and his body thankful for the rest after the strain imposed by the injury.] Or underneath the rain...

[taurohtar]

[He looks as if he is seconds away from sleep; she doesn't know how old he is, guessing the ages of other races has always been nearly impossible for her, but there is something very endearing about the sleepy expression on his face that makes him look young and vulnerable.

She allows herself to reach out and brush a lock of hair off of his face, smiling gently at him.]

There is something peaceful about the rain, though. [It is soothing and quiet, just like the way she pitches her voice.] When it does not fall on your head.

[favourthebow]

[With his eyes closed for just a moment, the motion startles him slightly, but he does not make to move away, merely looking at her as she brushes the strand away from his eyes.]

I agree. It is indeed when it falls on our heads when we want to sleep that it becomes a hindrance. If I'm indoors, I don't mind it at all.

[He ponders for a moment.] Frankly if I am indoors I don't mind much of anything. I will sleep through laughter, singing and any loud celebration.

[taurohtar]

[Her little smile widens and she chuckles quietly.]

Somehow that does not surprise me.

[She's quiet for a little while, just watching him silently, before she feels like perhaps she should offer up something as well, since they're lying here like children sharing secrets in the dark.] ...I am the opposite. Unless I am well and truly tired, of course. Then I could sleep through the end of the world.

[favourthebow]

[He returns the chuckle with one of his own, muttering a 'yes' in response. Of course it wouldn't surprise her - even to someone who isn't accustomed to Dwarves, the fact that they're loud and somewhat disorderly should be easy to tell by anyone. Growing up surrounded by noise, one learns to sleep with just about anything roaring around them.]

The forest must be a kind place for you to live in, then. [Or it would be, normally. He is not so sure the place is so kind and welcoming to anyone anymore, as it seems to have been taken over by darkness.] But I think at this moment we could all sleep through the end of the world.

[taurohtar]

It has been, yes. [Once upon a time, it was an almost idyllic paradise; tall green trees rustling quietly in the wind that made its way through the forest, the quiet chirping of birds and insects, snippets of harp music floating in from the royal halls. Nowadays there is not much of that left.]

Yes, it does feel that way, doesn't it. [She stifles a yawn, gritting her teeth and squeezing her eyes shut for a moment.] Let us hope it does not come to that.

[favourthebow]

I should not think so. [He shifts again, stretching his limbs before resting his hands over his stomach, fingers twined.] I believe the world shall be safe at least for tonight.

[He spares a glance at her, smiling tiredly.] Sleep well, Tauriel... [He sighs and repeats, a little more softly.] Tauriel.

[taurohtar]

And you, Kíli.

[Abruptly, she remembers his ramblings of before when she first found him, lying pale and injured on the kitchen table. Do you think she could have loved me? rings in her ears, and she can feel her cheeks flushing.

Tentatively, she shifts a little closer and curls her fingers in the fabric of his sleeve, just gently holding on.] And you.