so_dark_a_road: (flickers of light)
Curufin, son of Fëanor ([personal profile] so_dark_a_road) wrote in [community profile] middleofsomewhere 2020-08-14 01:57 am (UTC)

And it will be redeemed!

Curufin turned his head towards the train voice. Now that would have been sight to see! -- all of Orange Team getting off at once. What an orgy!

"We are indeed going to continue this discussion," he answered, smiling. "Certainly. One can't wield a fork or a spoon or any less visible instrument of enjoyment without making serious decisions about strategy."

He reached for Glorfindel's hand and gripped it like a fellow soldier. "My SCA will never be further away than my wrist, and I'll use it if I need to, um, get in touch with you." Oh, that word, touch, how it reverberated through Curufin's senses as he looked into Glorfindel's eyes. "Later!"

He grabbed his rucksack and his other equipment and ran for the doors of the train.

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