Thirteen Is Never Lucky

[ten_of_swords]

When Gorlim arrives, the room... the room is exactly like the one he just left.

The scents.

The furniture.

Gabriel's crib is at the foot of the bed, the couch still has Námo's discarded tunic on it, boots on the floor, the sapphire curtain on the window...

Although the room was decidedly vacant at the moment.

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[gorlim.livejournal.com]

It is guilt that stays his struggles, holds his tongue, and blinks back the tears. Guilt stirred ever more by the Vala's arguments -- guilt born of his own inherent self-hatred, tended for Ages upon Ages in the gardens of Melkor's torment.

He does not struggle now as the phantom touches him, only flinches and tenses when the sensation draws pain; and when next his mouth is opened in a kiss, he gives in with disheartened acceptance, his tongue, his lips making the correct movements with the awkward incompleteness of a sulky child performing some hated chore.