⋆˙ ⟡ ˙⋆ iris message from @cadever location : an old, creaking tavern near gondor.
eyes flitting curiously between one scene and the next, he spots groups of mortal men who either sang together drunk, or tussled above tables with their arms taut. the corner of his sly mouth twitched towards a smile. the half-maia was no stranger to the world and yet, so far removed were the elven brothers he kept company with that these had become rare points of sight. beside him, a tall and dark cloak rustles and he looks up to see the dark eyes peering at him from beneath a hood. after a second of eye contact, he saw the way the sullen knight moved to hide his smile too. slipping his fingers through to his arm, he held the other in a fast grip, a loose tug, and pried his attention back that way. ❛ buy me a drink. ❜
card of coins. eli buys him a drink at a tavern.
the knight, of course, obliged and obeyed. he knew both that it was because he couldn't refuse royalty, and because he might have secretly wanted to. this reckless exploration was not a delight for the knight, but this displeasure was certainly a delight for the delian. he felt his smile stretch further, in tandem with his steps as he stepped closer too. ❛ why the long face? ❜ a hood shadowed his own face, and the defining characteristics of him that were better left hidden. but this close, and this forward, he knew the knight could see his charge clear as daylight. ❛ do you prefer someone else with you? ❜
