[ she stops chewing to look up at him. her priorities are simple; eat, don't get eaten. he's large enough that anything won't try and eat her while she's with him, so she's free to continue working on his cuffs.
thranduil only tilts his head- watches the nug, but gives up after a moment, and focuses instead on taking the outsider's hand, loosely clasping it between both of his own. ]
Watch. [ he instructs, because touch is only half of a glamour- the best will engage all the senses. it's a conscious effort, considering the level he knows the outsider operates at, but for one moment his hand is- as it is, and then in another, it is like the outsider's- windburned, calluses against his wrist from thranduil's fingertips, the specks and beauty marks of the outsider's own skin on the ones holding him.
and with the chance came an extension of thranduil's will, a shiver in reality in which thranduil casually reshapes it, reshapes the outsider's perception of what is, weaves a new melody into the song of all that is-- by the grace of his fëa.
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thranduil only tilts his head- watches the nug, but gives up after a moment, and focuses instead on taking the outsider's hand, loosely clasping it between both of his own. ]
Watch. [ he instructs, because touch is only half of a glamour- the best will engage all the senses. it's a conscious effort, considering the level he knows the outsider operates at, but for one moment his hand is- as it is, and then in another, it is like the outsider's- windburned, calluses against his wrist from thranduil's fingertips, the specks and beauty marks of the outsider's own skin on the ones holding him.
and with the chance came an extension of thranduil's will, a shiver in reality in which thranduil casually reshapes it, reshapes the outsider's perception of what is, weaves a new melody into the song of all that is-- by the grace of his fëa.
softly: ] That is the fëa.