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Who; Ecthelion, and OPEN
What: Music - also with a bit of Pied Piperness for the event
When: June 23rd
Where: History section towards Reception
Warnings: Fluff in the thread with Glorfindel
Notes: Ecthelion's decided to play a little music
The dark-haired elf in blue robes felt it was a little too quiet for a living library. And a library was a place of learning, was it not? Ecthelion raised his flute to his lips and set to playing a lilting tune as he walked between the shelves of the history section, slowly making his way back towards the Reception area. He was well aware of his surroundings, stepping out of the way of what he felt was harmless.
Pale eyes watched, only music giving warning to his approach rather than footsteps, and just a hint of cloth ruffling. His hair, while long, was somewhat tamed by a tie at the very end of his waist-length hair. There was a faint glow to his skin, just barely noticeable. He carried no light with him - he'd never needed excess light.
It was only a matter of time before others came looking to see who was playing, since he'd heard no music so far. Come to him, little ones. No harm will come to you!
What: Music - also with a bit of Pied Piperness for the event
When: June 23rd
Where: History section towards Reception
Warnings: Fluff in the thread with Glorfindel
Notes: Ecthelion's decided to play a little music
The dark-haired elf in blue robes felt it was a little too quiet for a living library. And a library was a place of learning, was it not? Ecthelion raised his flute to his lips and set to playing a lilting tune as he walked between the shelves of the history section, slowly making his way back towards the Reception area. He was well aware of his surroundings, stepping out of the way of what he felt was harmless.
Pale eyes watched, only music giving warning to his approach rather than footsteps, and just a hint of cloth ruffling. His hair, while long, was somewhat tamed by a tie at the very end of his waist-length hair. There was a faint glow to his skin, just barely noticeable. He carried no light with him - he'd never needed excess light.
It was only a matter of time before others came looking to see who was playing, since he'd heard no music so far. Come to him, little ones. No harm will come to you!
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Instead he let the song end as he stepped close again, then pulled the flute away and let it hang at his side as he leaned in to kiss his husband again. That blush was impossible to ignore.
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When they finally parted for air, Glorfindel gave a grin as he tangled his fingers in his husband's hair, blue eyes shining brightly.
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Once there he kicked the door behind them so they could have some privacy before kissing his husband deeply with a low moan.
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