[ Okay Tran, tell us about your very good relationship with Nnoitra 😌😌😌😌👀 ]
Ask my muse questions about their relationship with another character.
:｡･::･ﾟ’★,｡･::･ﾟ’☆ || @despairforme
Thranduil sat upon his throne, grey eyes narrowing slightly. It's but a brief moment, but then his expression goes back to the stoic and cold that most have become accustomed to. He stared at the cloaked one as they had lost their damn mind. To even think there was something between him and Nnoitra that could be a labeled as a relationship of sorts was laughable at best. And even as he sat there trying to think back to the various encounters, the only words that came to mind were either disgust, annoyance or audacity.
Disgust was how Thranduil felt knowing he actually allowed someone so crass to lay hands upon him. He was felt with even more disgust at remembering how some pleasure was had. He'd be lying if he said the crass one had hurt him. No more than necessary for an experience that he wasn't accustomed to. He supposed Nnoitra didn't have a clue what it meant to be tender and likely spared him the horrors of hurting him in order to enjoy him as a snack after the fact. What made him decide against eating him was still a mystery, but he was grateful. While he hated the annoying smirk and crude words that followed, this…petulant brute of a warrior, he gave him some pleasure while taking his own. A win…he guessed.
Annoyance. He felt annoyance each time this one randomly appeared. If Nnoitra wasn't saying something to piss him off, he was lording around the fact that Thranduil's dual swords would barely leave a dent in his skin. It was annoying knowing that IF the two ever ended up in a fight, Thranduil was sure to lose, even if he channeled the Earth's magic. With no ring of power to even the odds, he was essentially... at the mercy of someone so annoyingly crass.
And then finally audacity. Nnoitra often had the audacity to lay hands upon him; to place kisses upon lips he didn't deserve to taste. But who was going to argue the point when a little taste could turn into a REAL taste; a snack that would make him actual food for that one's body? All in all, if there was a relationship, it was rather one-sided. Thranduil wouldn't even know what to label it. They were not friends. They were not lovers. A one time thing did not make two persons 'lovers'. He wasn't 'in-love' with him, although to be fair, it is said that elves only fall in love once in a lifetime.
He hoped to the ones above that such a thing wasn't true. He would like to feel that feeling again.; the overwhelming rush of being in the presence of someone who made him feel at peace. He'd like to know what it was life to offer protection or the very least, feel protected at all times. He wanted that comfort, security and of course, the affection that came with it, but he could live without it. He had lived this long. What's another 500 years? And anyway that would be expecting too much of someone who needed the excitment of traveling and killing to satisfy him. Thranduil could not see Nnoitra as someone who could be content in one place with one lover. Not that he ever thought about it much anyway.
Thranduil suddenly clicked his tongue, canting his head to the side at the stranger below. The circlet about his forehead seemed to glow in the light, as cool grey eyes pinned the stranger with purpose.
"Who is this... Nnoitra that you speak of? I know not such a person."
