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[dirth]

[ There is time, but perhaps not as much as they might want or need. Time enough for them to feel as though there is not enough. ]

No. We do not. [ Frowning, Solas turns his head away. He has said enough this time, he thinks; he has bared his soul enough that he feels as though he might never be able to piece himself together again. It is painful, he thinks, but at least it is done. He cannot regret that.

Slowly, he turns back to look at Thranduil. ]

I come to you when I am distressed. It is no fault of yours.

[rowancrowned]

I worry that you may come to associate me with your feelings of distress.

[ though how absolute, how trustworthy, to be someone's comfort. if he is to be an anchor of sorts, then let him be so. he has skill enough in being stubborn.

he turns his head, glances over at solas from under lidded eyes: ] It is a silly thing to worry that you think of me in such a way, I am aware. I suppose I am concerned more with the frequency that it happens. These past months have not been kind to you. Nothing has been kind to you in a long time, Solas.

[dirth]

I do not think that is a feeling I will ever associate with you.

[ Solas thinks, then, that perhaps he should begin to be more reticent. He should begin to pause his complaints to Thranduil, if only to lighten the burden. He is already heavy with secrets; Solas does not want to add to that.

Waving a hand, he turns away. ]

I do not think kindness is something I am worthy of. Not as it stands.

[rowancrowned]

I long to know you, [ thranduil admits. ] If only to have a notion of how to best coax you away from such thoughts.

[ it is accompanied by the barest touch of the backs of thranduil's fingers to solas' cheek. ]

[dirth]

You do know me. You know me as well as anyone can, Thranduil.

[ Solas barely turns into the touch to his cheek, his eyes closing for the barest moment before he breathes out. ]

I do not need to be coaxed. Your company is enough.