Warning for a past reference to non-con
“Bard, are you okay?” Thranduil
asked, concern lacing his tone as he pulled back.
“Um– ” responded,
desperately wishing that he was okay and kind of hating himself for the fact
that he wasn’t.
forced himself to redirect that anger and the person who actually deserved it
and settled for being highly frustrated with himself and his inability to just
get on with it.
“I’m going to take
that as a no. What’s wrong?” Thranduil enquired, sitting them both up on the
sofa and running his long, elegant fingers through Bard’s hair comfortingly and
Bard could literally feel the tension easing out of his muscles.
But Bard was
embarrassed, he had been with Thranduil for a few months now and he should have
told him ages ago, right at the beginning really, but he hadn’t, which was
making the current situation even worse.
“Nothing, it’s fine.”
Bard tried, but Thranduil was apparently having none of it.
“Are you honestly
expecting me to believe that?” Thranduil replied, fixing him with a worried
look and honestly no Bard had not expected him to believe it, but a guy could
Dammit he was never
going to be able to resist that face, least of all when it was all soft and
concerned. He sighed, knowing he was going to have to tell him.