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[dohaeras]

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[callmeadar]

The food has already been arranged. [He's thousands of years old, of course he did that first.

Even if he hadn't, he would not have moved. He's clearly hurt Aemond by being surprised and that doesn't settle well with him.]

I do not know why you love me, or that anyone could anymore. That is why I... Aemond.

[Feelings are easy to know and hard to speak, for the old Uruk, but he swallows his intense fear of the vulnerability they cause and continues.]

I love you too.

[dohaeras]

[ Surprised, he looks back to him sharply. ]

You do?

[ He doesn't wait for an answer, surging with a wave of water to kiss him, cupping his cheek. ]

[callmeadar]

[In some other life, Aemond could have easily been an elf. He was vibrant and full of fire, beautiful, clever, and altogether too sharp sometimes. He felt too deeply. Yet Adar appreciated every bit of it, even when it exasperated him.

He manages only to open his mouth in time to nearly get a mouth full of bath water and definitely get a mouth full of Aemond, who he kisses back slowly and deeply, leaning up to better position them and avoid any further bathwater to the face as he strokes his fingers through Aemond's hair and pushes it back behind his ears.]

[dohaeras]

We will [ speaking in between kisses, ] eat dinner, [ it's very difficult, ] go to bed, [ and yet he can't stop smiling, ] and you will let me ravish you.

That is my plan for the evening.

[ How, with a busted arm and sore face, is up for debate but Aemond has never let a few injuries stop him. ]

[callmeadar]

Ambitious, [He doesn't imagine they will get to the last part, with the shock Aemond was in earlier it's every bit as likely that he will eat his supper and fall asleep. Adar cannot say he minds either way.] I will need to change first. [he says, pulling just a little bit away.]

Somehow I find myself soaking wet despite my lack of a bath.

[dohaeras]

[ Aemond's bath is awfully grimy from Drowner guts, otherwise this could have been sexy. He wrinkles his nose and concedes, judging it's time to get out before he prunes. ]

I asked them to fetch more chocolate from the castle, can you ask for it to be brought up too?

[ Chocolate is his new vice since he tried it a week ago. ]

[callmeadar]

[There will always be time for much cleaner, steamier baths. Adar smiles and kisses him one last time before getting up and making sure the towel is within easy reach for him.]

I won't be long. [And with that he ducks out again to go sort out the kitchen and clean himself up for the second time in an hour.

The servants will be there within fifteen minutes with trays of piping hot foot and of course, the chocolate, set aside from the heat.

Adar is not far behind, in a new pair of slippers and slacks and a dark grey tunic he hasn't bothered to belt this time. His hair is arranged a little neater than usual when he leans on the doorframe.]

I think they did well...

[dohaeras]

[ Aemond has made himself comfortable on the bed with the chocolate first, sitting cross-legged with towel-dried hair braided over a shoulder: caught in the act of eating snacks before dinner, he slowly puts it in his mouth and agrees, ]

... The food is delicious.

[ The food is untouched! Dressed in a white shirt and slacks, his left sleeve is rolled up and his bandaged arm is resting on his lap. A smile lights up his face once he's through committing dessert-crimes and he looks over Adar with approval. All the scars, the marks, the torments visible on the uruk are not what Aemond sees, only the fondness and affection that is devoted purely his way with a protectiveness that is endlessly flattering.

He holds out his good arm, fingers sticky with sweets. ]

You must be starved, come and sit.

[callmeadar]

[He really was cute. Adar couldn't help but be a little amused at how he clearly hadn't intended to be caught with his hand in the sweets–as if Adar would care so long as he was eating something.]

I'm sure it is.

[If only he'd had any.

His expression is warm and easy when he comes into the room, pushing the door shut behind him and taking that plainly sticky hand in his own he brings it up to his lips and kisses the palm of his hand.] It is your stomach that concerns me, dear heart.

[dohaeras]

[ Feeling more sick with his arm hurting, he has admittedly avoided the food out of a hope to find his appetite elsewhere ... but he is tired, his limbs ache where muscles were pulled during the fight, and Adar is like a very warm pillow he wants to settle against. His hand twitches under the kisses and his stomach flips independent of his queasiness when he hears Dear Heart. ]

I will eat if you eat with me.

[callmeadar]

I will. [He considers the room for a moment, kisses Aemond's palm one more time before releasing it and going over and picking up a love seat to sit at the table instead of the chairs that were already set there, any of which he moves out of the way once the love seat is on the ground again.

Then he sits at one end, so Aemond has room to curl against him and use him as a pillow if he wishes.]

Come, there is surely something here you can stomach aside from chocolate.

[dohaeras]

It tastes sweeter than honey, and smoother.

[ Aemond is predictably at Adar's side in an instant, bringing up a chocolate to tap him on the lips with. Cosy, their firelit getaway from two violent, unforgiving worlds. ]

Try it.

[callmeadar]

[He wraps his arm gently and comfortably around Aemond's shoulders as soon as he sits with him, drawing idle circles on his sleeve as the sit there in comfortable familiarity. Still, somehow, he doesn't expect the chocolate pressed to his lips. Though he kept the thought to himself he couldn't help but feel very strange about being cared for to this degree. He had been kept alive, kept (relatively) well by others at various points in the last several thousand years but never with such genuine sweetness.

So he tries the chocolate, lets it melt on his tongue for a moment while he tastes it before actually eating it properly.]

It is like nothing in my world that I have ever tried, but it is very good.

But not nearly as good as you.

[dohaeras]

You cannot keep flattering me, I will be a pancake before long.

[ He kisses him chastely, laughing under his breath. As promised, he starts nibbling at the real food with Adar a warmth at his side, a strong arm at Aemond's back. ]

What was your favourite thing to eat back home?

[callmeadar]

Ah yes, another one of my many terrible deeds. [You can't stop him.

Adar picks up a strangely delicate sandwich triangle and takes a bite of it, while trying not to make it obvious how difficult a fucking question that was. In the end he cannot think of anything specific, anyway.]

All of the food in Aman was beyond description. Better than anything grown or hunted elsewhere, though the food in Beleriand was not bad, either.

[As he speaks, he does remember something.]

My mother used to grow strawberries outside the kitchen window. They were small and sweet and endless in number.

[dohaeras]

[ Adar is a strawberry guy. Why that is surprises Aemond he doesn't know, he did ask, and it's a strangely wholesome answer. A little insight into Adar's life. ]

I can picture you running off with a handful.

[callmeadar]

[It wasn't as if he was going to confess to secretly loving eating babies or something, it had to be something before Angband, because he refused to think anything about that place was him at his best.

Besides, even if it was true it would have ruined dinner.]

Two handfuls, whenever I could manage it. My tunics often turned pink. She grew a lot of fruit in our garden, there was always something to nibble on.

[dohaeras]

Really? Strange. [ He tosses his braid back, sitting straighter. ]

My name is in fact Strawberry of the House of Fruit, first of my name —

[callmeadar]

[He raises a brow, but cannot even keep his expression half serious.]

If you just want to go to bed, you could simply say, my dear Strawberry. [Not that he gets up, he instead draws Aemond closer to give him a kiss, his thumb stroking fondly over his cheek as he does.]

[dohaeras]

Why should I want to go to bed?

[ Laughing as he sways into the kiss, he turns his cheek to feel Adar's thumb there. All the banked nervous energy from the fight is coming out now, the shock reasserting itself in the form of ignoring it. ]

[callmeadar]

Well, Strawberry of the House of Fruit, I did mention I used to grab handfuls of them and it inspired a sudden revelation about your name. [He laughs, kissing the tip of his nose, then the bridge, then right between his brows.]

It did seem like you were wishing to be a handful.

[dohaeras]

That's my real name, how dare you.

[ Blithely, he sticks his nose in the air once fussed and continues to eat to make a point that he is not lying, and he is very much serious. ]

I can't believe this is how we end it.

[callmeadar]

[Adar only laughs more, shaking his head as he picks up another piece of sandwich.]

I saw some strawberries covered in chocolate last time I was at the castle. Perhaps we could get some for our parting gift.

[dohaeras]

I will be broken-hearted but I shall see to it, only the best for my ex-lover. Mmm.

[ He tries whatever Adar is eating because Adar is eating it, swings and roundabouts. ]

What is the strangest thing you have encountered up at the castle?

[callmeadar]

[The sandwiches are good, meat and salad and some kind of complimentary sauce on thickly buttered bread. They aren't fancy, by any means, but if truth be told Adar has quite enjoyed rediscovering perfectly normal foods.]

Hmm. Well, there was this charming man who I let wake me up in the middle of the night and didn't even want to stab him.

Also, a machine that plays music without any little musicians or obvious mechanics... It just spins around and there is sound.