Varda and Manwë, kiss #18 as an encouragement. Pretty please 🥺
AN: Always and gladly!🤍
Prompt: Kiss as encouragement (prompt list here)
Pairing: Manwë x Varda
Warnings: /
"And you are sure I can help you with this?"
Manwë sat on her palm, looking up at his wife with an uncertain and slightly sheepish expression. Varda had taken him with her into her domain once again, the vast space surrounding Arda that he had left behind long ago to build the world together with Ulmo, Aulë, Yavanna and all the others; she had told him that she wanted to shape more stars and that he could help.
Yet now that they were out here, where everything was infinitely greater than within the little kingdom of Arda and where his queen showed her true glory, Manwë was uncertain. King of the Valar or not, he was a spirit of wind and air and all he had was his breath to fill the vacuum of space — breath that drifted away and dispersed as soon as it left his lips.
"Yes, you can." Varda lifted him closer to her face and gently rubbed his chest with her index finger. "Your breath gives life to the creatures of Arda and it shall give life to my stars as well. I may kindle them, but after all they are made of matter too."
Manwë nodded. It made sense, though he still wasn't entirely sure how he would fulfil such a task and if his queen would be satisfied with his efforts.
Varda sensed his nervousness. "Worry not, my love."
She leaned in to kiss him, gently pushing her lips against his smaller fána — or rather, his smaller fána against her lips. Manwë felt the urge to simply melt against her, to dissolve into air and wrap himself around her like a warm blanket against the cold of space. Not yet, he reminded himself. Duty came first.
"All you need to do is breathe, just like you are used to," Varda explained. "I shall collect it and form a cloud, until its size and weight is sufficient to ignite."
Manwë spread his arms and wings to lean against her fully, lovingly pecking her starry skin. "I will try my best," he promised.