Who: Caranthir and Ava What: Talks and dancings! when: last night, I'm just lazy in the editing
CAranthir: *walks into the room Ava is currently staying in, grabs her, kisses her, and once that's out of his system turns to walk out*
Avarian: ...... *catches his arm*
Caranthir: What?!
Avarian: Do not do this. Stay a moment.
Caranthir: *stops*
Caranthir: I just..needed tog et that out of my system.
Avarian: *gets up from the chair she'd been sitting in and pulls him closer*
Caranthir: *lets himself be pulled closer*
Avarian: *wraps an arm around him* *lets out a happy sigh*
Caranthir: .......
Caranthir: *just stands there, .......ing*
Avarian: *soaks in his presence, like he's the sun and she's a flower that just opens UP in it*
CAranthir: *gets almost..maglor!fretty, and tries to pull away*
Avarian: *doesn't let go* *feels like if she does, she'll lose him entirely*
Caranthir: I need to go..find myself. Find something..I need to go.
Avarian: I feel like if I let you go, you will not return. *sighs a bit*
Caranthir: I will return. I promise you that.
Avarian: *tilts her head* You will not run off, in some attempt to chase me away?
Caranthir: Nay. >.< I promise.
Avarian: *lets him go* You keep your promises. *smiles* *still seems lighter*
Caranthir: I will return, when I find that piece of myself.
Avarian: I think that may take you a while, so ...
Avarian: If you do not find me here, then you will have to find me west. *nods*
Caranthir: I hope not that long, Lomiel. But.. *shrug* I am at least trying.
Avarian: *looks at him for a bit* Have you tried sculpting?
Caranthir: Somewhat. I've tried music, my carving and forging has been substandard.
Caranthir: Pehaps I will try sculpting..
Avarian: *nods her head* Or playing ... you used to love playing the flute. Or dancing.
Caranthir: I tried the flute..
Avarian: Try something with me, quickly, before you go?
Caranthir: ..what?
Avarian: *pulls him in a bit closer, again, wrapping one arm around his waist, and taking his other hand in hers* Close your eyes.
Caranthir: ......*closes his eyeS**refuses to dance though*
Avarian: *was going to dance with him, but won't get very far if he won't move with her, so...*
Caranthir: *just lets her hold him?*
Avarian: *holds him, yes, and kisses at him* Sculpting, yes. Try sculpting. But Do not start with anything in mind. Merely sculpt what your heart shapes with the tools.
Caranthir: ...like I did with that flute today.
Avarian: *nods her head*
Avarian: You have seen me do it, with dance.
Caranthir: *lets her dance with him. A little*
Avarian: *appreciates* *dances with him, even lets him lead*
Caranthir: *does this for awhile, then eventually tears himself away*