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Gorlim is curled up at one end of the couch in front of the fire, face almost hidden inside a furry cloak wrapped around him.

Come wake him up. Or sleep on him. He probably makes a good pillow.

[ooc: Slowtiming at random intervals until later today, but look! Mun's back from the world of theatrical oblivion!]

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He smiles, and feels just a little warmer. Snuggling close, he gives Namo a tight hug.

"You're warm! Are you doing that on purpose, or am I that cold?"

Námo chuckles.

"I am doing it on purpose, love. You and Lee do not need a frigid body to be near you. And so I have taken to warming my body when I know I will be with either of you." He nuzzles him. "Your personal hot water bottle," he teases.

Where through their bond his spirit had seemed cold and still, a shiver of joy wakes it once more, and allows itself to be touched by warmth.

"You make a very nice one, too," Gorlim says. "Does it not make you uncomfortable, to be warm?"

He thinks about it for a moment, thoughts of warmth and love and the need for closeness absently shared with Gorlim.

"No. Temperature does not much matter to me. It is different. Not unpleasantly so. And it warms you, makes you happy, and that pleases me. Your happiness brings me joy."

He purrs like a kitten being scritched, feeling the shared emotion through the bond. He pulls Namo close against him, returning his love twice over.

Námo's arms tighten.

"My bird. You purr like a cat, and yet you coo like a bird. Such an odd creature you are."

He chuckles and settles their bodies in a more comfortable position, cloaks tight.

He lays his head on Namo's chest.

"And I charge like a raging stag, and I hide like a tiny mouse."

His voice is low and loving.

"You are many things, Gorlim. A bird, a cat, a stag, a mouse -- but it does not matter which you are at any given time. You are our Gorlim, with all your quirks and spines and warmth and concern. I love you."

He beams, turning his face up to kiss Namo's chin then snuggling down against him. He has nothing to say, but is only happy to be forgiven, and accepted.

"Tell me, little bird, what have you been up to?" He kisses the top of his head again. "Are Kelly and your Lady well?"

He nods. "Very well. I have been... wandering, doing things, making things." Secretive as a sly fox, but it's a good thing. There is love in what he's been doing, that much comes through their bond and through his voice.

He smiles. "I am glad you have kept busy. And it is good they are well."

Námo does not have much to say, and so he simply begins to sing a soft Quenya winter song about the snow and ice and a world asleep. He likes singing for Gorlim.

His mental reaction to the song is best expressed in a series of exclamation points and smiley emoticons. He CLINGS to Namo, listening to the song.

He's missed this voice so very much.

Námo holds him tight.

"Dearest one," he murmurs when his song is over. "No more distnace between us. None."

"Aye -- none which pushes the other away, at least. Although I hope you'll not be too upset if now and then I still seek to wander on my own a bit."

Shakes head.

"Not at all, so long as I can feel you and not some cold chasm separating us..."

"You'll always be able to feel the part of me that needs you most," he says with absolute assurance. "That one part I could not hide without severing the bond completely, and if ever I do that, it should be a sign sure enough that I need you more than ever. People are backwards that way sometimes." He tugs at the long ends of Namo's hair.

He chuckles.

"Mortal hearts and minds confuse me most times," he remarks. He tilts his head. "Lee washed my hair for me a few days back. It was a new experience."

The Vala had taken to having a bath each night now.

"Oh yes?" he asks with a smirk. "He did a fine job of it. It feels nice, doesn't it?" It is, perhaps, one of the few aspects of this bathing thing he actually enjoys. That and the warmth. He could use some of that right now, despite how cozy it is with his Vala.

His smirk appears -- and then quickly disappears.

"Yes, it does feel nice. I enjoy bathing, I think. The warmth and weightlessness of it."

"I could wash your hair for you?" he offers shyly. "Though I may not be as nice as Lee. I'm not so gentle, or so soft a touch."

He looks as him oddly.

"I would not expect you to be as Lee is. You are not him. You are my Gorlim." He cuddles him close. "I would adore for you to wash my hair -- if you would allow me to wash yours."

"All right," he agrees. It's strange, he thinks, how shy he is all of a sudden -- almost as if they had never been together, as if they were new lovers.

He likes it.

"Would you like a warm bath now, Gorlim, or are you content here with me before the fire?" he asks softly, nuzzling at his hair.

Yes, it was as if they were new to each other, and it was thrilling.

He squirms a bit under the cloaks, leaning against Namo. "The warmth would be welcome, I think," he says slowly, fidgeting, wanting to far more than he will say.