[It feels like an entire age as he watches, curious, upset, terrified back in the wings and out of the way waiting like a nursemaid instead of a father. That would be how it always was, he supposed. In public at least.
He is so relieved when Sauron turns back to him to come away from the crowd that is milling about comparing their tiny little brands that he has to step on the back of his own shoe to stop himself from lunging forward for one or maybe even both of them.
Adar only allows himself to move when they are in the wing with him, going over to Etelo to tell him what a good boy he is and let him climb back to his favourite spot where he likes to nuzzle into (and inevitably drool on) Adar's neck.]
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He is so relieved when Sauron turns back to him to come away from the crowd that is milling about comparing their tiny little brands that he has to step on the back of his own shoe to stop himself from lunging forward for one or maybe even both of them.
Adar only allows himself to move when they are in the wing with him, going over to Etelo to tell him what a good boy he is and let him climb back to his favourite spot where he likes to nuzzle into (and inevitably drool on) Adar's neck.]
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