#knuckledusting

[sanaskad]

❛ Who’s to say I won’t live forever? ❜

Disney Sentence Starters

 ”Pretty sure that’s jus’ a given, Warden — yer not going to.”  And that could only be a good thing, because honestly, who would want to live forever?  For what little good may come of it, there was a laundry list of bad…

                      ”…can’t say I’d wish it on ye’, anyway.”

[biiilbo-blog]

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"What're you doing with that?" 

{ goldenwoodwarden , magicxecustos , ihatehimsxmetimes }

[sanaskad]

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Nonsexual acts of Intimacy

Of the many questions he should be asking, the only one that truly burned in Nori’s weary mind was why.  

Why was it that Dwalin—the guard Nori had so needlessly annoyed, who seemed as if his sole purpose anymore was to catch the worthless little thief and throw him behind bars—had suddenly made the choice to come to his aid?  Nori was a criminal, barely counted as a citizen, and yet in his moment of need, he found himself in…dare he say, friendly company.  In an instant, the harsh blows he’d received, the demeaning threats tossed his way, all had vanished in the weakened blink of an eye, replaced instead by a careful (albeit firm) touch, and a promise of safety.

Neither of which he deserved, least of all from a guardian of the very people Nori had wronged so many times before.  

And now he sat in relative silence, eyes cast down to his lap as Dwalin took it that step further; cleaning and dressing the wounds he’d received at the hands of his peers.  He should have turned the offer away the moment Dwalin spoke it, maybe taken his sorry hide home where Dori could be coerced into patching him up—but he quickly found that was not an easy task.  No did not seem like an answer he could use; so what choice was there, than to begrudgingly accept the hospitality offered?

No matter how annoyed and downright confused he was by it.

Another hiss of breath accompanied the sharp stab of pain spreading through his shoulder, down his back, and Nori was quick to turn a glare over his shoulder, a sharp reprimand burning on his tongue…only to fade away, as it had many times already.  After all, what place did he have to yell at the larger dwarf, who was doing him more of a favor than anyone (save for his brothers, of course) would ever care to.  

So once more, his narrowed gaze returned to his lap, hands clenching to weak tight fists at his sides.  ”…y’ didn’t have t’ do that…”

[knuckledusting]

"—wha’ makes me—  I left it right here t’ dry while I was in th’ river. Now it’s gone an’ yer th’ only one standin’ here.  So wha’ did y’do with it?”

[sanaskad]

"Oh, an' y'think I got nothin' better t'do than move yer clothes?  C'mon now, gimme some credit, at least.

        Maybe y'didn't leave it where ye' thought y'did~"

[sanaskad]

"Nori -- wha' happened t' me tunic?"

   "--what makes y' think I know what y'did with it?  Honestly, Dwalin, 's yer job t'keep track a' yer things~"

[sanaskad]

>///>

Put a “>///>” in the askbox for the reaction to my character waking up beside yours after a night of passion

To wake in a strange place was hardly an uncommon practice anymore.  If anything, it had become a sort of routine that all too often went hand-in-hand with his chosen profession.  One of the perks, he believed, more times than not.  So when Nori finally chose to open his eyes, far later in the morning than he would have preferred, he thought little of it at first.  Only when a deep, sleepy mumble sounded at his back, so very close to his ear, did the memory of that night prior come flooding back.  Every bitter word tossed back and forth ignited the tension that constantly lingered between them, ending first in desperate blows that gradually turned to a more fevered touch and before he knew it, Nori was off his feet, back sealed to the wall with both legs wrapped tightly around…

      ….anyway…

Right, he did not have to peer over his shoulder to know just who that tempting warmth belonged to.  Between the memory itself, and the rough, tattooed hands still holding him close said all he needed to know.

His efforts proved effective, as with a bit of coaxing, the grip around him loosened, allowing the smaller dwarf to slide from the hold, and off the bed itself.  With a grunt for his troubles, as it seemed he was still rather stiff and sore from that previous night.  A shame he wouldn’t couldn’t stick around, as despite his tension and twinges of pain every now and again, he’d rather enjoy a repeat of those activities.  

But to stick around would not bode well for either of them; of that, Nori was certain.  This was a one-time deal, brought on with all the pent up frustration and anger they had caused one another.  That thought in mind, it should be so very easy to just walk away.  How many times before had he been able to do it without a single thought of question—and yet he found himself pausing long before he could walk out that door.  

   Nori wanted a repeat—and so a repeat, he would have.

A smirk playing across his lips, a mere whisper echoed in the dark, spoken over his shoulder before he dared to take his leave.  A promise, plain and simple.

       ”See y’roun’, warden…”