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echo-bleu · 4 months

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Anyway I'm switching between WIPs every five seconds and struggling to write anything, but the most active one at the moment is a Silm Mutant AU.

Not a mindblowing concept or anything, especially since I tend to lean more toward mutants-as-oppressed-and-disabled-people than mutants-as-superheroes, but mutant AUs is just something I keep coming back to, I guess.

So it's a modern-ish AU, everyone lives in a version of Beleriand. Mutant are known to all and pretty openly discriminated against. Fingolfin is head of the Noldor School for Gifted Youngsters (or something like that, I didn't properly name it) in Hithlum and the younger generation are in their twenties or teens. Fëanor fell out with Fingolfin years ago and took his family to Hithrim, where they started an extremist mutant faction.

Maedhros and Fingon kept in touch and have been meeting whenever they could and dating. Maedhros's mutation is fire lighting and manipulation, a weaker version of his father's extremely powerful energy manipulation ability. Fingon has Cyclops-style uncontrolled blasts coming out of his eyes. He has to constantly wear a mask to keep his eyelids close, as they're the only thing stopping the blasts, so he's functionally blind.

Maedhros, while on a mission for his father, is captured by the ultra-powerful anti-mutant Morgoth Corp. Its Head of R&D, Mairon, has been trying to get his hands on a Fëanorian for years to study their mutations. Maedhros is experimented on at Morgoth Corp's headquarters Angband for months, with everyone powerless to get him out.

Until Caranthir manages to get a rough location on him and Fingon, impulsive, terrified Fingon, goes in blasting hot (literally) and basically razes Angband to the ground in his effort to rescue Maedhros, something no one else would have dared. He finds Maedhros chained by the wrist with an adamantium cuff, and he is forced to blast his hand off to free him.

They are rescued by a mysterious man in a helicopter named Thorondor, who says he comes from the almost legendary Free Mutant State of Aman.

The part I'm currently writing is set about a year later, when Fingon is kidnapped out of his bed by Curufin and Ambarussa and finds himself in Hithrim, having lost all contact with Maedhros since the rescue.

Here's a snippet:

“So, you had your underage brothers break into the school and kidnap me,” he summarizes, “because you want to help me with my mutation? Is your father aware of this?” “Don’t be ridiculous,” Curufin scoffs. “Excuse me? I’m being ridiculous? Is Maedhros aware of this, then?” “No. I’m sure he will be once he gets up, though.” So Fëanor is probably not there, but Maedhros is. “How is he?” Fingon asks softly. Curufin hesitates. “Better. Most of the time.” There’s another silence while Fingon tries to wrap his head around that. What does better even mean? It’s been a year—an entire year of no contact. And before that… “He’ll be glad to see you, I think,” Curufin says quietly. Fingon takes a breath. Then another.

There. This is my new year's resolution to chat freely about my WIPs on here, I guess.

#echo's writing thoughts #silm mutant au #russingon #maedhros #fingon #ngl this feels weird #i don't know how to do this #it's easier when it's small canon divergences not a full on au

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braisedhoney · 10 months

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we’re supposed to be the good guys.

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echosong971 · 11 months

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my girl is not ok

they have a bit of catching up to do

#the scream i scrumpt #watching that trailer #i have more in-depth thoughts i might write out later but for now #no one look at me my fudging little guy is back #i'm not going to be normal about this for the next few months #cayde 6 #echo 3 #hearts and spades #destiny #destiny 2 #destiny the game #destiny 2 the game #echosong971 #art #digital art #fanart #final shape spoilers #final shape

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waystarresourceco · 7 months

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James Cromwell explaining how he contextualized Logan and Ewan's backstory in preparation for the funeral/eulogy. (x)

The reference to Ewan bringing home dead animals is (I think) from a deleted scene in Season 1, except below the cut.

Interview excerpt from an interview with James Cromwell with Vulture - May 25, 2023

Script excerpt from a deleted scene in "I Went to Market" in Succession - Season One: The Complete Scripts

#so I generally don't editorialize too much on here #but I'm so tempted to write about the above #the way you can see echoes of Logan's trauma in how he raised his own children #how he hated being sent away like Roman - the burden of being banished #how he had his aunt and uncles future expectations thrust upon him like Kendall - the burden of being chosen #how shiv is discounted from this narrative entirely because Logan has no idea how a girl could fit into any of this #because Rose never got to fit into any of it #and then there's Ewan's resentment #So many thoughts #roy family feelings I guess?#logan roy #ewan roy #hbo succession #succession #cast interviews #james cromwell

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ride-a-dromedary · 6 months

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You're not a doppelganger, are you? Trying to study me, learn all my secrets so you can take my place?

#Baldur's Gate 3 #bg3edit #bg3 spoilers #Halsin #otheredits #blood tw #what would even be the tw tag for this? implied child endangerment? (that didn't happen)?#imprisonment tw #doppelganger tw #my stuff #hey you wanna see something that makes me really sad - there you go - yes i spent several hours on this what of it #hey fanficcers - I need someone to write a halsin centric thing with the line 'I do not deserve to see the sun again' crossing his mind #whether that be from his time with the drow or after the shadow curse - please i need #orin's imitations of the companions she kidnaps are always slightly off (obviously) but the gal uses the *exact right pressure points*#where it's like...it almost feels as if we get a peek into the reality of their thoughts #is it SUPPOSED to come off that way? no clue - but that's how i read it #that bit about the shadow curse applies in my mind because as is based in implication #halsin had to leave the wounded behind while he rescued survivors - you don't think those screams echo in his head #every single night?#and halsin not thinking he deserves seeing the sun? because of all the godforsaken things *he* was the one left from that tragedy?#yeah #also what in the dragon age origins is the lighting of this scene #was gonna make another gifset but this took me four hours lol

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echo-rambles · 6 months

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yours to keep

words: 1,728 tags: bang chan x f!reader, established relationship, fluff, kissing, attempt at humor. mentions of marriage. vague adhd!reader. notes: this is filled with nothing but fluff. tooth rotting fluff almost. I was feeling so incredibly soft for chan and I just had to get this out of my system. also the movie playing in the bg is absolutely kiki's delivery service.

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You’ve refreshed the same three social media apps at least four different times each, falling into an incredibly boring spiral of doom scrolling, before you remember that if you’re bored enough you always have a boyfriend you can bother. It’s one of your favorite activities actually. Because he’s such a good sport about it.

Shifting closer to him on the couch, you perch your chin on his shoulder, pressing close. He immediately leans into your touch, making a small little noise at your proximity. It makes your heart melt a little.

For a few moments you silently watch him work. Clicking about on his laptop, pulling up various recording and editing programs, adding in and taking out bits of audio. You wonder what the track sounds like, but Chan has his big headphones secured to his head, so all you can do right now is imagine.

It’s not completely silent. There’s a Studio Ghibli movie playing in the background that neither of you are watching, volume low enough to be nothing but white noise because you kind of extremely hate when there’s long stretches of absolutely no noise. It’s this weird thing your brain does; where it sort of feels all fuzzy and prickly if things are quiet for too long.

Gently, you push one side of his headphones away from the ear closest to you. “Baby.”

Chan hums in acknowledgement, but his attention is still focused entirely on his laptop.

You’d be more annoyed if you weren’t so used to it by now. It’s kind of his job to be attached to it any second of the day that he’s not either preparing to perform or actively performing. Besides, you’re both sitting together and quietly enjoying each other's company while doing your own things and it’s kind of perfect. Except the thing you were working on has steadily lost your attention and now you want to ask your boyfriend a very important question.

“On a scale of 1-10, how busy are you?” That’s not the question. It’s one of many lead up questions to accurately gauge how invested Chan is in his current project and how easy it will be to distract him.

Another hum, and you watch his cursor rifle around in several different lists and menus. “Maybe a 6.7? Even 6 if I can find the specific snare I’m looking for in the next few minutes.”

Below a 7 is promising. “So you can totally pause what you’re doing and give me like, five minutes?”

Chan clicks around some more, and you recognize a little bit of what he’s doing. Going through the process of saving his progress before shutting his laptop entirely. “Actually, I can give you ten minutes.”

“You’re so generous.” You absolutely take that as your cue to crawl into his lap, taking the place of his computer as he places it somewhere safe off to the side.

“I think I’ve been staring at the screen too long, my eyes are starting to rebel.” He groans, tipping his head back and scrubbing his palms over his face.

Of course you still have that very important question to ask him, but he looks so soft and touchable and you really can’t help yourself. Moving his hands away, you lean in, pressing kisses to both of his cheeks, under each eye. To the tip of his nose, and even kissing his dimple when you feel him smile under your mouth. Using your hands to tilt his face, you kiss each side of his jaw. You move back up, placing a kiss to the curve of his forehead.

Finally, finally, you kiss his mouth. He’s still smiling, but he kisses back happily.

“Feel better?”

He nods, eyes still closed. “I think your kisses might be magic.”

“Oh, they absolutely are.” You kiss him again simply because you can. It’s the sort of kiss that makes your bones all liquid and warm. A kiss you can feel in the roots of your teeth and the hinges of your jaw. It makes your stomach flutter, filled to the brim with colorful wings.

It’s the type of kiss that almost makes you forget the question you wanted to ask him.

“I actually have a very important question for you.” You declare, placing your hands firmly on his shoulders to try and keep him at arm's length. Lest you be drawn back into that mouth of his.

Blinking up at you, breathing heavily and gaze a little dizzy, Chan nods. He mirrors the gesture, anchoring his hands at your hips. “Lay it on me, boss.”

Settling into his lap, you try to ignore how stupidly wrecked he looks. You want to dive back in so badly, but you must stay strong, soldier.

“If, for some unknown reason, you had to leave me to be with someone else, who would you choose?”

That, at least, seems to sober him. Instead of looking soft and kiss-drunk, he comes back to himself, the gears behind his eyes starting to turn and grind together as he processes your insane question.

You like to ask him things like this from time to time. Completely unprompted but thought provoking questions, because they really do feel important. You like to know these things. Not in a paranoid jealous sort of way. It’s all genuine curiosity. You just like to know.

“What kind of question is that? I don’t know. I can’t say I’ve ever thought about leaving you, or being with anyone else.”

“That is the sweetest sentiment and I need you to know I’m feeling very warm and mushy over it, but it’s also incredibly boring.”

“Wow, ok. I don’t know! Who would you choose?” He tries to throw the question back at you, but you’re ready. Of course you are; why would you even ask the question without having an answer of your own?

“Changbin.”

It makes Chan laugh. It knocks its way out of him, causing him to lean to the side just a little bit with the force of it. “No hesitation!”

“No hesitation needed. He’s Seo Changbin.”

Chan is still laughing. Little giggles as he nods along to your declaration. His fingers press into your waist, slipping between the hem of your shirt and your sweatpants, skin seeking skin.

He didn’t ask for an explanation, but you have one. Because of course you do. “He’s the type of guy who would probably introduce himself as my boyfriend. Like, he’s the famous one, but I’m not his girlfriend. He’s my boyfriend. Does that make sense?”

“I hate to agree, but it absolutely does.”

“Right! Unfortunately I’m stuck with you.” You ignore his breathy wow, drawn out as he tries his best to not laugh again. “Because you’re the only person who plays into my jokes in the exact way that I enjoy.”

You make sure to punctuate your explanation with a pout and shrug, truly playing into being overdramatic. Teasing him because it’s fun and easy and all he really does is smile so wide at you. The things you would do for that smile.

He leans forward, close enough to place a quick kiss to the tip of your nose before he’s settling back into his seat. “Aw, I love you too.”

“Yeah, I guess I’m stupidly in love with you. It’s whatever.”

“Oh, absolutely.”

“Though,” You start, thoughtfully. “If I had to choose someone to get drunk married to in Vegas, I’d 100% no questions asked, pick Lino.”

Chan leans forward once again, into your space. The tilt of his brow and the line of his mouth spell out genuine concern, and it makes your insides twist up for the briefest of seconds. “Wait, what? Not me? But babe, I want to drunk marry you in Vegas so bad.”

Ok, that makes you laugh. The weird little guilty knot immediately dissolves at his incredulous tone. “Absolutely not! We’re never getting drunk married in Vegas by some celebrity impersonator. Are you crazy?”

Well now he’s frowning. It makes you want to wrap him up in your arms and never let him go. Tuck him away safely in a spot behind your ribs, where no one can get to him and nothing can hurt him.

You’re smaller than him, not only because you’re shorter by a good few inches, but also in sheer mass and bulk. But you’d try your best. It’s probably a little morbid, and he’d absolutely give you a look if you ever mentioned it out loud. But it’s true nonetheless.

You’d crack yourself open and rearrange everything if it meant you could fit him perfectly in the space next to your heart.

Cradling his face in your hands, you make sure that he’s listening, tipping your head to meet his eyes and smoothing your thumb along the swell of his bottom lip. “We’d get sober married, on a beach or something, by one of our very good friends that got their license online!”

Without missing a beat, Chan is nodding. “Seungmin.”

“No question. He’d show up with a print out certificate from Ordained.com that he managed to get the night before.”

Chan’s eyes disappear as he laughs, and you press both of your thumbs into the apples of his cheeks as his smile transforms his face. There’s always something about the way Chan smiles that is contagious. Without fail you can’t help but smile too, scrunching up your nose and feeling your heart overflow with love.

The things you would do for that smile.

“Hold on. Did you just propose to me?” Chan asks, once his laughter has trickled off into intermittent giggling. You’re still holding his face, and his fingers have fully migrated up under your top to spread out along our back.

You scoff, shaking your head. “No. We’re too young and you’re too busy for us to be married. Hell no. If anything I pre-proposed to you.”

“Aw, well I accept.”

“Good. We’d have a problem if you didn’t.”

It’s his turn to pull you into a kiss. Both of your smiles pressing against each other.

The credits of the movie neither of you were watching have started rolling, the familiar music washing over the both of you, and you could really spend the rest of the night here with him. The rest of the weekend. Maybe even the rest of your lives, some day.

#stray kids #skz #bang chan #bang chan x reader #stray kids x reader #echo writes #most of the dialog started out as an idea for a text conversation #title is from some song I heard on spotify but forgot to save #adhd!reader mentions are Incredibly sparse #and only really noticeable if you squint #but I thought I'd add it in the tags just in case

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din-miller · 5 months

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Hey did you know the tbb can purr? It’s totally fact and not me wanting to read about it 👀. Anywho, please justice can I have some purring clones? 👉👈

Purring clones now live rent free in my head.

I’m struggling with a case of writers block so this is more in the style of my tbb thoughts. Hope it’s to your liking!

The Purring Hours

Pairing: could be read as romantic for any of the boys you fancy or could be read as gen. Up to you. gender neutral reader

Word count: 525

Warnings: Mention of the Kaminoans 🤢

A/N: I added Rex because he is the purring king 👑

No one told you that clones could purr.

It starts with Crosshair of all people. A teasing scratch against his growing buzz cut has him leaning into your hand, chest rumbling with a soft purr. Then, once realisation set in, Crosshair is across the ship, avoiding your bewildered expression as his own takes on a warning scowl. You don’t mention it, don’t dare say anything but when Wrecker gives a hearty laugh you’re unable to fight back the small tilt of a smile.

Crosshair doesn’t speak to you for a whole week but you do catch him looking at your hands more than once. Again, you don’t dare say anything but the next time you see him needing comfort or a grounding presence, your fingers brush through his small curls without a pause.

It turns out that purring isn’t always a good thing. Sometimes it’s born of pain, of sadness. It’s Echo you learn this from as dull eyes watch an old holo of the 501st. A happier time when war wasn’t so unforgiving.

Echo doesn’t have hair and you're too afraid of causing discomfort because of his cybernetics, so you climb in behind him and tug the clone back until he’s settled against your chest. Eventually, after many stories of the 501st, his purrs become louder, happier. You fall asleep to them with Echo safe in your arms.

Wrecker breaks sound barriers with his purrs, seriously no joke, it’s loud. He never purrs in the Marauder; it’s too small of a space and it hurts Hunter sensitive hearing. On Pabu though, the house Shep set you up in, shook so much with each purr you had to reinforce the whole structure. Wrecker loved it.

Tech never purrs, or at least that’s what you thought before his chest raised and fell with steady vibrations against your palm. It’s a silent purr he admitted, embarrassment colouring his words. You find yourself hugging him more than any of his brothers. Cuddling against him during weekly Batch piles.

Omega’s purring is the softest and most frequent. In fact if one of her brothers don’t hear her purring in a span of three hours they’re checking in on her, making sure everything is okay. Her purring increases tenfold in those moments and it irritates Crosshair. But you know better when it comes to his complaining, because despite Hunter’s enchanted hearing it’s always Crosshair who notices first.

Hunter on the other hand never purrs. Some terrible excuse about him being the leader and he shouldn’t and blah blah it doesn’t matter. It’s a lie and it’s Echo who pushes Hunter to tell you the truth. He can’t purr. The Kaminoans weren’t sure how much the ability to purr would affect his heightened senses. Other clones treated him differently because of it. You wish you could go back in time and knock out the teeth of those assholes. You tell Hunter that you love him all the same.

And don’t get you started on Rex. The man’s a purring machine, twenty-four seven. You had asked if it was a first generation thing, Echo had laughed and said it’s just Rex and his mother-hen nature.

#the bad batch #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #tbb tech #tbb crosshair #tbb echo #tbb omega #captain rex #tbb thoughts #tbb fic #tbb x platonic reader #tbb x reader #justice joy writes

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artfulacrostic · 1 month

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memes for The Bad Batch 3x05, "The Return" PT 2

told y'all i'd be back here's ur second delivery

*SPOILERS*

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nahoney22 · 1 month

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Something I’ve noticed whilst rewatching Ep 3 is that Omega always said ‘Hunter and Wrekcer’ ‘never ‘Hunter, Wrecker and Echo’.

So this could be a writing error because how would Omega know Echo is not with them after she got captured? Maybe she thought Echo was going to leave to go with Rex rather than stay to help rescue her at some point?

Or, it could mean that she genuinely just loves Hunter and Wrecker more but I doubt she has favourites (it’s wrecker and hunter, they’re her faves).

#I do think it is more likely a writing error #food for thought?#the bad batch #tbb #season 3 bad batch #echo the bad batch #star wars #Hunter bad batch #wrecker bad batch

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twinsunstars · 2 months

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i’m thinking of starting a series of incorrect quotes but its the bad batch characters just saying random stuff behind the scenes while they’re filming the third season as actors, like omega wandering around vlogging the set and other chaotic stuff like written bloopers, what do y’all think?

#random thought #star wars #the bad batch #theyre all friends behind the scenes too no enemies #i cant draw well so writings my best way #the bad batch hunter #the bad batch echo #the bad batch crosshair #the bad batch wrecker #the bad batch omega #emerie karr #tbb #the bad batch tech #the bad batch season 3 #royce hemlock #nala se #phee genoa

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echo-bleu · 4 months

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Hey, thank you for writing Elrond vs. the Valar, i totally support your points! Especially wanted to thank you for bringing up the horrible fate Earendil suffers, so glad to see another person talking about it!

I'm very glad I'm not alone in feeling that way!!

Eärendil's fate really broke my heart the first time I read the Silmarillion. It's even presented as a punishment, too! He and Elwing have to choose to be judged as Elves or Men, it's not just a choice of whether they'll be immortal. Elwing chooses for them both explicitly because Eärendil is tired of the world and lets her, even though he feels more Man. And then their sentence is to never set foot on Middle-Earth where their sons are, and for Eärendil to carry the star... basically to sail and fight without respite for eternity, he doesn't even canonically have days off. All for daring to ask for help.

Elrond has only heard the stories of course, and maybe a second-hand account from Arafinwë or something, so I'm not sure that he has a complete picture until he makes it to the Undying Lands. Maybe (I haven't written that bit yet) that's even the breaking point for him. The Exiles stuck in Mandos, Maglor being imprisoned, he disagrees and thinks it unfair but he can't deny the harm that they did. But Eärendil? Literally only tried to help.

#thanks so much for the ask!!#that fic isn't easy to write because it makes me too angry lmao #but i'm picking at it bit by bit #echo's writing thoughts #elrond vs the valar #silmarillion #elrond #earendil #tolkien

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emyn-arnens · 2 months

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For the five sentence meme if you're still taking those: "There was obvious tension in Faramir's posture."

This one got away from me! I've been ruminating a lot lately about Faramir's and Aragorn's disparate visions for Gondor, and it all spilled out here. (Five sentences game.)

There was obvious tension in Faramir's posture as he read the letter the messenger had delivered to the door of their chambers, apologizing for the lateness of the hour.

Éowyn put down the comb she had been brushing her hair with, troubled by the disquiet she read in Faramir's face. “Is something the matter?” Though the light in their chambers was dim, for the hour was indeed late, she could still discern the king's seal on the back of the letter.

“Aragorn intends to press farther into Rhûn,” Faramir said, refolding the letter, “to quell the Easterlings there and reclaim Gondor’s territory of old around the Sea of Rhûn. He wishes to hold a council and hear his lords’ minds on the matter.”

Éowyn rose to join him, and he handed the letter to her. “You think the campaign ill-advised,” she said after reading the missive. She studied him: A line of worry scored his brow, and tension drew the lines of his body tight.

“Even when Gondor had control of those lands, they were tenuously held, and Gondor has not now the power or population it did in those days to hold the land with a great force of men,” Faramir said, moving to his desk to collect a map and spread it out across their bed. “The Sea of Rhûn and the lands just to the east of it marked the farthest eastern border of Gondor during the days of warring and expansion.” Éowyn watched as he drew with his forefinger an outline of the border on the map.

“Such far-flung borders were hard bought, and Gondor has paid dearly for doing so, for it was Gondor’s own roads of old in the South and East that the Haradrim used to hasten their armies to the Pelennor and that the Wainriders used to invade Gondor many years ago. I fear that in doing this, it would merely repeat the follies of the past and weaken Gondor—if not now, then in many years hence. I would not have our children or our children’s children suffer from a needless conquest that will only breed future trouble.”

“But that is not the only reason that this troubles you,” Éowyn said, placing her hand on his forearm so that he turned to look at her. Worry pinched at his brow, and she longed to smooth the lines of concern away with her thumb. “It is the war and conquest itself that is the chief matter. It is not what you wished for Gondor—to be a mistress of slaves, to be feared. And that seems now a certainty.”

They had spoken of such things before, when the early campaigns in the South and East had seemed less routs than conquests, and Faramir had feared that Minas Tirith was to become the cruel mistress of broken lands and peoples. But the campaigns had drawn to an end soon after, and Aragorn had looked to rebuilding other parts of his realm, and it seemed such fears had been dispelled.

“It is not what I wished for Gondor,” Faramir said. Sorrow hollowed his words.

Éowyn drew him nearer and took his hands in hers. “What will you do?”

“I will do my duty. I will speak my mind at the council, and if I can, I will speak to Aragorn in private and seek to dissuade him from this course. But if he will not be swayed, and if the council is of the king’s mood, I will govern as Steward while he is away. But I will not do it gladly.”

Grieved by his words, Éowyn took him in her arms, and he leaned wearily against her, pressing his forehead to hers.

#thanks for the ask!#will still take more of these if anyone's interested #faramir's and aragorn's contrasting views of gondor (and how those views impact their relationship) intrigue me endlessly #still working out how to write it but i thought i'd take a stab at it here #asks #echo-bleu #my fic

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