Lithe (Drabbles)

Let The Games Begin


peony, slouch, catlike, fervour





Haldir slouched against a tree, making it look graceful, as only an elf could. He stood watching, the object of his gaze fully aware of him. Her seeming indifference only whetted his appetite.
With catlike movements, he spun around the tree, losing sight of her. Looking again, she was gone.
“Looking for me?” she teased, lips pink and soft as a peony, the gleam in her eyes matching the fervour coursing his veins.
With no warning, she flung herself into his arms. He grasped her with equal force.
And they were off, to do what elves do in the woods.

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