[He obeyed without thinking, not needing to be told twice to draw closer to Sauron, knowing full well that that was not just where he wanted to be but often the safest place, as long as he was not angry.
He was not angry now, on the contrary, Adar felt like he was curled close to the fire on an otherwise freezing night. The fear that flickered through him when the ground fell away was immediately calmed by how solid his master felt through all of it. He could not be harmed while he was held so, none of the beasts or secrets of the earth would dare touch them. His heart still thunders, despite that confidence, and when the ground is solid again and real he has to fight a moment of dizziness before he can take in their new surroundings, or what of them he can see in the dark and without turning in Sauron's arms.
He does not need to see the whole room to know what it is. Nor does he find he cares, not when in leaning ever so slightly back to look at the room better he first sees Sauron. It was clearer in the dark, his radiance, his warmth, his beauty which even with those flaming, piercing eyes makes the black blood running through Adar's veins hot.
His mouth feels dry again when he speaks.]
Thank you, my lord. [A beat, then.] It looks like home. [He thinks. He assumes. He still hasn't managed to draw his gaze away from Sauron, fixated on the soft glow of his skin, the golden strands of his hair, and the very tempting length of his throat that he dare not do more than gaze upon.]
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He was not angry now, on the contrary, Adar felt like he was curled close to the fire on an otherwise freezing night. The fear that flickered through him when the ground fell away was immediately calmed by how solid his master felt through all of it. He could not be harmed while he was held so, none of the beasts or secrets of the earth would dare touch them. His heart still thunders, despite that confidence, and when the ground is solid again and real he has to fight a moment of dizziness before he can take in their new surroundings, or what of them he can see in the dark and without turning in Sauron's arms.
He does not need to see the whole room to know what it is. Nor does he find he cares, not when in leaning ever so slightly back to look at the room better he first sees Sauron. It was clearer in the dark, his radiance, his warmth, his beauty which even with those flaming, piercing eyes makes the black blood running through Adar's veins hot.
His mouth feels dry again when he speaks.]
Thank you, my lord. [A beat, then.] It looks like home. [He thinks. He assumes. He still hasn't managed to draw his gaze away from Sauron, fixated on the soft glow of his skin, the golden strands of his hair, and the very tempting length of his throat that he dare not do more than gaze upon.]