#kilixbard

[bowmanofesgaroth]

Walking up to the bowman, Kili knocked the scroll he was reading from his hands and grabbed them with his own, holding them lightly and kissing each knuckle as he mumbled a soft, "I love you."

Despite the smile behind the bowman’s dark eyes, his brow pinched and lips formed a light smirk. “Love me so greatly you would save me from such a dull scroll? Why, that truly must be the grandest of love.” He noted. “What did I do to deserve you?”

[bowmanofesgaroth]

[stands in the threshold, arms folded over his chest as he looks at his lover with a heated gaze] I missed you.

Missed me? It’s only been a couple months, lad. Surely you found ways to…entertain yourself? 

[bowmanofesgaroth]

Domesticity Meme: KiBa/ BardxKili

Just my thoughts on the couple. Couldn't resist! 

who cooks normally?: Bard

how often do they fight?: Serious disputes, not often. Banter, daily

what do they do when they’re away from each other?: jackoff Combat emotions with training?

nicknames for each other?: N/A

who is more likely to pay for dinner?: Bard

who steals the covers at night?: Kili

what would they get each other for gifts?: Nothing appropriate to write about ;D

who remembers things?: Bard. Kili can be...scattered when excited

who cusses more?: Pretty much equal grounds here

what would they do if the other one was hurt?: Kick the ass of whom ever touched their partner after tending to the injured one's wounds. Lash out first, deal with nurse pride back later

who kissed who first?: Bard, it wasn't overly serious, though

who made the first move?: Kili

who started the relationship?: Kili

[bowmanofesgaroth]

BardxKili [CLOSED]

 The midsummer sun was more than intense that time of year, making it nearly impossible for Kili to properly finish his training routines. He was more than a little uncomfortable now, with aching muscles and a sweat soaked brow; removing his tunic and exposing his chest of taunt muscles and dark hair had done little to cool him down. With the tip of his last arrow pointed to his target, the young prince drew back the bow string in hand until the curls of hair on his wrist touched his lip. Slowly, he inhaled the thick summer air, breathing just as he’d been taught before furrowing his brow and readying himself to aim.

    “”You’re too tense.” Bard told him, mock humour in the voice normally as thick as smoke. “Relax your form or you’ll hit a bird before striking your target.     Kili hardly had a chance to follow the instructions as the bowman’s thickly muscles arms danced down his own and repositioned the prince.     “You’re better than this. I’ve taught you better than this.” He murmured into the young man’s dark locks. “Something on your mind?”     “You.” Kili’s answer was clear, spoken loudly for both of them to hear.     “…Me?” Bard asked, hands on the younger man’s shoulders and he gently shook he. “Kili? Kili get up. You’re talking in your sleep, boy.”