In his own haze of a mind, Bard was slowly coming off of the burn of the alcohol that he evidently indulged in over consumption of earlier in the night. Reality blurred with fiction, and he could no longer comprehend, whether he read the signs wrongly of the dwarf. He did not wish to make another display, or speak of something so audacious that the golden-tressed dwarflord would wish never to speak to him again. That would be a tragedy in itself, that an affiliation turned less hostile could go downhill so quickly.
His mind is dispelled of these drowning thoughts when he felt a touch too intimate for the public. It’s almost unnoticeable to anyone else seated around the table except for the person who did the deed, his eyes flickering from shock to a darkened haze within milliseconds, his heart thudding yet comforted all the same that this night had not been an illusion, made up from his own overactive imagination. Bard directed his sights to the mischievous taunter with a wary glance, eager all the same, unwillingly breaking the stare, the warmth on his thigh when he promptly excused himself, only hoping that Fili would follow shortly afterwards. Whether inconspicuous or not, he shan’t care.
[ But of course he’s not staring. And of course he hasn’t been staring for a while now. Of course he’s not. Because that would be odd, and really, Fili has no reason to stare.
Well, not really. ]
( He’s got that probing feeling of someone looking at him. Unfortunately that’s some- thing one can’t truly prove evident until he too, looks back. The feeling does not go and he’s forced to give in, so Bard turns. so he isn’t crazy after all . )
When you get this, you must publicly post something nice about at least 5 different people you follow, then copy and paste this in each of their ask boxes.
shxrp-shxt: precious thing that has tolerated been excessively kind to me since we have met. You’re probably 99% more stable and the voice of reason between us when I go positively insane and erratic from whatever it is that drives me bonkers every single day. I’m so thankful I get to wake up and say good morning to you everyday. I’m so thankful that Bard and I both have you there for us because we love you too ;_;
sigridofdale: YOU HAVING TO DEAL with my Game of Throne spasms, my anything-spasms, our musician-nesses- ( technical hand tingle ) and there for me when I falter, especially post-surgery and everything. ;_; I know you’re busy with your team IRL and I hope that all goes well!! They’re taking your time away from me! 8I just kidding, I know it’s for a great cause and I hope they do well. I just miss you! :P
amereblink: My dearie, I will latch onto you for dear life. I HAVe SO MuCH Muse for you it’s hilarious 8I but I think that just shows how comfortable I’ve gotten with writing with you, (which is never something I force, for anyone who is actually reading THISghlfnksnghl, it just happens) and I just love WRITING TO ALL OF YOU, all of your muses, even though Bard becomes a total nut 8I LOL. And I know your sleeping pattern is probably the most normal (I mean, heck. Whose really is) BUT I GET TO TALK TO MORE OF YOU BC OF IT so lhnsflgknh -cuddles- ;_;
thegoldenxson: oh my bb, my bb how i ADORE YOU SO. I know real life and your job whisks you away often for 6-7 days a week ( is that even LEGAL ) & you’re such a busy bee. I love it when we get to chit chat even on Skype, and whatnot, even if our muses are currently sleepy from our business AND I AM OKAY WITH THAT. I am perfectly happy with anytime we even get to say hello. :’)
princepsimpius: CUE MY ASTONISHMENT FACE* at u. I love reading anything you write, it’s great. I know I’m awful with my response time 8’D and then my hiatus didn’t help either bUT UGH. I love your personification, it’s brilliant, you’re brilliant, you’re hilarious and I just still can’t believe you came into that chatroom at that hilarious perfect time because that is something I will likely never forget EHE. I hope that we’ll get to interact more sooon (my fault mY SLOWNESsS.) *does not let go of you*
They were breathless, in the darkened room, laying motionless together. It was too comfortable, he was horrifyingly tired. There’s sloppy kisses pressed to the blonde’s hips, as he rest his head along his stomach, too exhausted to move. And he’s sorry if Fili doesn’t like to cuddle or anything like that in the aftermath but it’s just too damn bad, because if Fili wants to kick him out, he’ll have to wait until morning.
“No one ever thinks about the consequences of war on the young, do they?” he murmured, speaking the words aloud before he could stop himself. “They are young, especially Tilda, but they have been through so much…”
Fili tried not to think about the way that he and his brother were brought up. Warriors from a young age — and hunters, and scouts, and always, always hard at work, even though their mother and their guardians had tried their hardest to make sure the boys had had some sort of a childhood, and for that Fili was grateful.
“Sometimes I think it is better for—for royalty, I suppose, to grow up with humble means. Better to know the people, to know their struggles, their problems, their hopes and their dreams, than sit on a throne removed from all of them.” He paused, eyes flickering to Bard. “They will make fine rulers one day. —As will you.”
"That in itself is true,” Bard mused, finger tapped on chin in deep thought. The people looked up to him if not for the sole purpose that he had likewise ideals as they. The many times they stood up for him, hiding evidence, pots and buckets over the guards men, nonetheless, ( my the memory still makes him chortle ).
“Unfortunately, there are differences, aren’t there? Once one becomes King.” The slayer of the dragon’s eyes fleet towards the crown of Fili’s head, despite no crown on thereof in their presence. It was there, regardless if a physical cold molding was atop his head in mental disposition. Fili was king of Erebor, and there was no disputing. “Is it truly harmonious between the people and the rulers? We cannot always stand side by side. There will be things that differentiate them, displease them.”
“But I suppose thinking of what has not even happened in the future yet, is only tampering with my own thoughts. I shan’t worry about what has not happened yet."
For some reason his mind flashes right to Bard — to having Bard in Erebor, having him pin him against one of the stone walls, having Bard’s warm touch against his skin, his back pressed to the cold wall, to the taste and feel of Bard’s lips, to—
He stops his train of thought — his cheeks are flushed, and his breathing is more than a little laboured.
“—I—I—I don’t really think about—things like that.”
(What? The meme only said he had to answer it. It never said he had to be honest.)
