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Can you keep a secret? A small little secret? Alright. I’ll tell you, but you must promise it goes no farther than us. Promise? Good. Thranduil doesn’t always have control of the room. And usually the one he loses control of is himself. Luckily for him he is a very talented liar. But we’re jumping ahead of ourselves. The golden was still recovering at this point. The damsel queen is lower at his returning question than he hoped. His chest actually growing the heavier for it. Again, it is well these things can not be seen and do not come to pass through action. The moment passes. He watches with earth eyes growing sharper as she smiles telling her tale. Listening the golden sighs long and heavy as the girl returns to a lighter mood for a moment.
So the girl would have a pet. Was this what she was afraid to love? Hmmm, perhaps he had misjudged her fear of that winged knight? Doubtful. Those who are afraid to love usually do so universally. Still he looks down at the egg and even manages a fake smile at it, though really he’d rather lift that cloven hoof and end her problems of love the quick way. That was not the golden she knew though, so he looks up to her, finding upon her face full of worry and anguish. His smile grows thin. Say something. But what to say? Her story was to be an answer for her, but she still looked to him. The golden shifted, but as always he found something to say. “My dear…we are an amazing race, capable of thought and finding the rational worries.” Then he lets himself smile and chuckle, “But sometimes, as powerful as a mind we have, our hearts know better.” They were also easier to read, lucky for him. There was a pause, a time when a normal two would reach out with comfort and nose her gently. It was there. Time waited for it, but the golden moved on. “Love is many things, but if it is true you won’t have to force it. It will pull you. Let it pull you.” Did he believe it? Who knows anymore.
The golden was himself. Fate showing him a kindness in the company it sent. He thought. He of course, was wrong. She asks another question with a laugh. A LAUGH. Frozen though he was it suddenly seemed to get very hot in this enclosure the girl had made. It seemed to squeeze in too. A laugh haunts his breath, sickened and twisted. Closer. Closer. Damn he couldn’t breathe. The gold broke contact with her. He forgot himself. He rushed from her. Those gold legs dancing him to the side to find the glass was. Snapping away he darts to the other side. Gah, blocked again. Where the hell was this> Twin horns toss about, legs braced and wide. Breath came like he had run a mile. Away. They could not know. No one could ever know. He had promised himself. And more over She could not know. It was one thing to wallow in a hidden world. But to ask about it. For the outside world to ask about it. It made it REAL. It made it CLOSE. Too close. Away. He had to get away.
OOC :: I had NO idea where this was going until it was done....
@[Kahlua]
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