10-02-2021, 07:05 PM
R I P T I D E
He wanders tonight, thinking that perhaps the dark will serve as a way to quiet the persistent humming of his mind. Perhaps the shadows themselves will creep into his head and pacify the thoughts that keep him awake, snuffing out those embers that refuse to die.
Ever since he had found out that he had a daughter with Galadriel, but her whereabouts were unknown, he had found himself incapable of thinking of much else. To be an absent father had never been his intention, and if he’d had even an inkling that he had a daughter coming into this world he would have at least checked on Galadriel again. He had made the assumption that their tryst was simply that—not something the two ever intended to replicate, a true one night stand in every sense of the word. To discover they had a daughter had caused his world to tilt on its axis, but finding that Galadriel isn’t sure where she is rattled him to his core.
And so when he wanders tonight, it is with a dual purpose; because he cannot sleep, and because he is looking for his daughter.
He is quiet as he slips through the dark, a sliver of moonlight catching the glistening frost of his scales, but for the most part he goes largely unnoticed. Truthfully, he is not looking at the rest of them either. He scans them quickly, but as he is not searching for company this evening he mostly ignores them. It wasn't as if he was usually terribly social though (he grew tired of the stares his snake-like head attracted, of the way he could feel their eyes tracing across his scaled body and down to the rattle of tail), and he soon decides it would be better to vacate this area of the meadow in favor of some place more secluded.
It is only because a strange glow catches his eye—like a spotlight of starlight cast on one particular area of the meadow—that he changes course, unable to resist the temptation of locating the source of it. By the time he realizes what he has stumbled across it is too late, and he finds himself face to face with two strangers.
He comes to an abrupt halt just outside of where the starlight beams, his reptilian eyes taking in first the girl, and then the male. There is a tension that coils tightly beneath his scales, his jaw clenching in irritation at himself for putting himself in this position when he did not really wish to speak to anyone. “Apologies,” his voice is brusque, but the words slide easily from his snake-like tongue that some of the coolness is almost softened, “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
Ever since he had found out that he had a daughter with Galadriel, but her whereabouts were unknown, he had found himself incapable of thinking of much else. To be an absent father had never been his intention, and if he’d had even an inkling that he had a daughter coming into this world he would have at least checked on Galadriel again. He had made the assumption that their tryst was simply that—not something the two ever intended to replicate, a true one night stand in every sense of the word. To discover they had a daughter had caused his world to tilt on its axis, but finding that Galadriel isn’t sure where she is rattled him to his core.
And so when he wanders tonight, it is with a dual purpose; because he cannot sleep, and because he is looking for his daughter.
He is quiet as he slips through the dark, a sliver of moonlight catching the glistening frost of his scales, but for the most part he goes largely unnoticed. Truthfully, he is not looking at the rest of them either. He scans them quickly, but as he is not searching for company this evening he mostly ignores them. It wasn't as if he was usually terribly social though (he grew tired of the stares his snake-like head attracted, of the way he could feel their eyes tracing across his scaled body and down to the rattle of tail), and he soon decides it would be better to vacate this area of the meadow in favor of some place more secluded.
It is only because a strange glow catches his eye—like a spotlight of starlight cast on one particular area of the meadow—that he changes course, unable to resist the temptation of locating the source of it. By the time he realizes what he has stumbled across it is too late, and he finds himself face to face with two strangers.
He comes to an abrupt halt just outside of where the starlight beams, his reptilian eyes taking in first the girl, and then the male. There is a tension that coils tightly beneath his scales, his jaw clenching in irritation at himself for putting himself in this position when he did not really wish to speak to anyone. “Apologies,” his voice is brusque, but the words slide easily from his snake-like tongue that some of the coolness is almost softened, “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
— i slithered here from eden just to sit outside your door —
