Elenwë of the Vanyar (vanya_elenwe) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-06-16 11:36:00 |
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WHO: Turgon and Elenwë
WHAT: Talking about stuff
WHEN: Sunday
WHERE: Vinyamar
WARNINGS: TBD, likely low
STATUS: Closed/Ongoing
Elenwë hurried down the exquisitely crafted staircase from their room, in the direction of the library. Her heart was pounding with fear and anxiety, and she worried for Sara more than she had in years. Things had been getting better...and then suddenly he had withdrawn into himself again, spending more and more time on his projects, and less and less time speaking with her. It was true, he had not been silent, but neither had he been as open as she would have liked; as open as she wished for him to be.
She sighed, and collecting herself so that her worry was not entirely blatant, she stepped into the room with a small smile. Approaching him where he sat, she fell to her knees on the floor before him, resting her head tenderly on his knee. It was not a sign of submissiveness - never would she do that, but simply a tender expression of care and worry. Wrapping an arm around his knees, she looked at the floor as she spoke.
"You are troubled," she said softly. "Speak to me."