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versadies · 2 years

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okok!!! gosh, very excited to send hehe,,

so like, think of the very start of the song. it describes how the singer sees through the lover, and yet still endlessly, unconditionally (and thanklessly) cares and loves their partner. they take on the role they always knew. this is very similar to reader's situation when they were still dating ayato, still enamored by soft, gentle and his lips, still so swooned by the hearty laughs he used to make.

i think their heartbreak is as bitter as "ain't it funny. how you ran to her, the second that we called it quits." i don't believe ayato cheated, but the reader had to have felt cheated on when they couldn't even get a grasp of fresh air, outside the walls they knew as Kamisato Ayato. They had to have felt so stabbed in the back, watching Ayato and some other woman doing the things they used to do and much more, there's no way they could just watch and let it go. there had to be a thought that crosses their mind -- had ayato broken up with them so he could be with her?

"now you bring her around, just to shut me down. show her off like she's a new trophy." this is what they had to have felt when Ayato, pretentious bastard that he is, sent an invitation to them (or did he? i can't quite recall so i'll reread). ayato brings chisato to greet guests, all fair smiles with the company of a soon-to-be marriage's glow. ayato, the man who seems to care much about reputation (or at least, the reader would have one thought about it) must've brought her up and about just to shove it in their face about how he's doing so much better. getting married, not tied to your past -- that's all he ever does now, isn't it?

therefore here comes the lyrics,

"i know if you were true-! there's no damn way that you could ever fall in love with somebody that quickly..."

which now brings reader to possibly the rekindling part; the arc where they heal -- even in the presence of that who had torn their heart shamelessly. this is where reader wears an iron fist, armour no longer needed because they lost their will to defend, now only to attack.

ayato, who had the audacity to be rather close once more, is shoved away. the anger in your eyes rivals that of the glaring sun, he thought he'd be burnt right to hell in this state. your words were blunt, a force to never be reckoned with, and you say in a tone he's never heard you speak to him before.

"you betrayed me. and i know that you'll never feel sorry for the way i hurt."

"it took you two weeks, to go off and date her. guess you never cheat.. but you're still a traitor."

"GOD, i wish that you had thought this through, before i went and fell in love with you."

end of brainrot.

how could you do this to me 🥹🥹🥹 HOW COULD YOU HURT ME THIS WAY 😭😭😭

#— ( chatting with penpals 😌 )#— ( about . evermore )#i love this sm #ty comrade for sharing ur brainrot about this series <333 #for that ill make sure everyone suffers in the series /j

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dobythealpaca · 2 years

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yooo you are back !!! welcome back so nice to see you hope you are doing well !!!

Ahhhh ty anon!!! I am doing well now :]

I did sorta die for a bit and so did this blog, I forgot to like actually post art and what not, but I haven't been really drawing this past week which is why I haven't posted much-

Hopefully I can get back into the swing of it all tho and let people know I've been resurrected, ready to get them all with my super cool definetly well thought out gret Larry lore- 👀👀👀

#Anyway ty for like checking up on me it's very nice of u anon :)#I am very tired but am also very excited to share some things I have planned #Keheheheh lar lar things 👀👀👀😌😌🥰🥰🥰😳😳😔😔😔😒😒🙄🙄😞😞😌🥰

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fyodorkitkat · 1 month

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do u think fyodor can walk in stiletto heels?

Fyodor can do anything he sets his mind to

In all seriousness if it is his first time I see him stumbling like an adorable baby fawn even if he tries not to (I will catch him if he trips 💀), he is going to have to practice a bit unless it is a shorter heel. Eventually, I think he would get the hang of it just fine 🙏

#now im imagining him in stilettos ty ty for the imagery dear anon 😌#did you have an opinion on this you would like to share?#ty for the ask 🙏💜#-Lue asks

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mrsackermannx · 11 months

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Bamboo and daffodil!

hehe ty for the asks angel <33

bamboo ⇢ do you change into a different outfit when you get home?

100% in fact the clothes i have the most of are what i call my ‘house clothes’ comfy pants, comfy long sleeved shirts and such. and as soon as i come home i get into them.

daffodil ⇢ do you have siblings? if yes, in what ways do you think you’re similar to or different from them?

i have two sisters (im the middle child😍) id say we’re different as far as im the most independent one, im fine with being alone but my siblings are not. similar? is probably that we’re all quite unique like anti-authority and societal expectations in different ways.

#ask games <3 #these are so fun <3 #really making me think today #ty for giving me the opportunity to share a little on here 🥺😌!

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thedeathdeelers · 1 year

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Listen you mentioned how they could have just filmed JATP season 2 on an iPhone or via FaceTime. There’s literally a Filipino show called Gameboys that’s set during the mask mandate era of Covid and it was all filmed via video chat. Never more than one person in the same room. If that.

listen!!! the potential is all there!!!!

i would watch the HECK out of jatp in the form of like carlos ghost hunting vlog videos and you get little insights into the rest of the band when carlos walks in on them mid-practice or whatever

or maybe even a couple esp where it’s the band’s youtube channel and flynn and reggie are the one in charge of the set up/camera work/planning so it’s chaos and we get JUKE

it would be so much fun!???? hello??? it’s fine we can forget about caleb

willie has his own skateboarding youtube channel that sometimes does crossovers with carlos’ ghost hunting channel

please

@ literally anyone. do it.

all they’d need are their iphones and maybe one decent camera

also the cast. who i think would be up for it

#the Gameboys show sounds so cool tho!#improvise. adapt. OVERCOME 👏🏻#ask #jatp #ty for sharing 😌

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willowser · 11 months

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Fairycore? 👀

yes, yes !! something i started based on this idea !! it's genuinely so cute he he but !! i wasn't sure if it was too — odd ??? of an idea ?? anyway !!

#i'm getting deja vu #like i've shared this before ??? idk !!!#either way !!!#ty for asking !! 😌#✿ willow writes #✿ ask willow #✿ ask game

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jventureart · 2 months

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your warmups are so fun to see :) ! and kkgai thoughts while youre supposed to do something else is very relatable lol

Haha ty! Maybe I'll have to make a tag for them. I do have some funny ones from when I didn't sleep for like a week in December, maybe I'll share one day 😌

& yeah my brain is so toast, I can only hold thoughts of those guys

(Here's an animation I did in like janurary that I'll never clean up, as a treat)

#jvasks #marblekuchen #kakagai #maito gai #hatake kakashi #might guy #kakashi hatake

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miris-secret-files · 8 months

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can i get a loid x fem reader hc where he becomes attracted with reader after interrogating her once while she was tied up? he ends up stalking reader and the two end up going at it. ty!

An Increasing Obsession || Loid Forger x fem!reader

A/n : Hello my dear 😎 now thank you a lot for this because that was so fun to write ! And so interesting because I don't think I ever wrote something like this 😌🔥

Warnings : Dark content, obsession, stalking, voyeurism, masturbation, possessiveness, jealousy, mention of breeding, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

Masterlist ⚜

I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Word count : 1026

It had started in a way that was quite usual for him. Indeed, it was not unusual for him, in the course of an investigation, to question or even kidnap a person who seemed key to his mission. In this case, he thought he was dealing with the author of the plot

So it was in all normality that Agent Loid Forger had tied you to a chair, so that he could interrogate you on all the grey areas of the investigation

Everything had been pretty well executed. In the beginning, he showed no mercy and was extremely rigorous. He didn't hesitate to raise his voice or threaten you

Unfortunately, the interrogation had come to nothing, as it seemed you had literally nothing to do with anything that was currently going on in Berlint

However, something rather unusual followed this usual scene, which was already a week old. Loid couldn't stop thinking about you. It was the first time such a thing had happened to him, and yet he decided to let his impulses carry him along

At first, he just felt the need to protect you now that he'd involved you - albeit from a distance - in this affair

He was using his impression to gather in his head all the information he had about you. He needed to know that you were safe and sound at the end of the day

That's how he gradually found himself in front of your house, then at your window - despite the height of the building - every evening to check on you.

But very soon, his obsession with your safety extended to other areas

First he wanted to make sure that no one was unpleasant or threatening to you in the course of your work. Then he started to follow you even when you left work, he couldn't help thinking that such a beautiful woman would be bothered in public transport or on the street. He wanted to be the only "stranger" who could talk to you. No. He wanted to be the only man who could talk to you

His - more or less very - close surveillance ended up making him late for some of his missions or tasks that he absolutely had to do. He did them at night, when he was sure you were safe and sound in bed. During the day, when he was "busy", it was Franky who looked after Anya, who ended up seeing the man with the afro more than her father

For his part, Loid started gathering information about you. Much more than he had in the WISE files or in his memory. First of all, he was going to write it all down in a notebook. He'd draw a timetable, add your favorite foods, the clothes you wore depending on the weather or your day, your friends, your doctor's appointments, your going-out habits and so on...

In 2 weeks, 1 month, he had already filled at least two binders, adding photos he'd taken of you without you knowing and extracts of sentences he'd heard you utter

He knew he couldn't stay in the dark and felt the need to talk to you again. So he went undercover. It worked well, but he soon dropped the idea when he became jealous of the idea of you talking to him when he was in costume, because it was as if you were talking to someone else. He wanted you to talk to him and him alone

And then by following you like this, he witnessed two or three things that should have remained private. Like you in the shower, you doing yourself good or even you watching at porn…

He began to long, every time he came to see you, to hear you moan. In time, he said goodbye to his inhibitions. When he felt his dick swell in his pants, he'd lead his hand over its bulge to gently palm himself

But he got tired of feeling his touch through his clothes. So he ended up freeing his erect member from the confines of his pants. Once he even ejaculated on your windowsill as if marking his territory

But his cock had a mind of its own, because even in perfectly normal moments when you were typing on your computer in the office or drinking a coffee, it managed to get impossibly hard and needy. His underwear often had a little pre-cum stain when he changed at night

He needed to see you now, feel you, touch you, he was a man with needs after all. And so he did. He gave you an appointment on the pretext of compensating you for last time's trouble. But you refused, saying it was fine. He insisted on coming for tea, and you finally gave in. After all, you thought he was quite good-looking, so why not ?

But it literally didn't go as planned for you. And exactly as planned for Loid

After a little taste, you ended up pinned on your back while he was railing your tight pussy

His hands clutched your arms possessively, as if you were about to disappear. This was bound to leave its mark tomorrow. But you didn't care, the pleasure he was giving you at that moment was nothing in comparison

His hand was pressed against your mouth to prevent the slightest moan from coming out, as if someone else had been in his apartment

However, one thing that didn't seem to bother him was the creaking of the couch and the sound of his thrusts as his cock sank deeper and deeper into your warm depths

Now that he had you on top of him, just for him, he wasn't going to let you slip away so easily - maybe that's what you wanted too

When he felt his orgasm building up inside him, he was careful not to tell you. He'd planned everything, starting with not wearing a condom. He ends up cumming deep inside you. Depositing his seed where it can grow, so your life will always be linked to his

That's how Anya got a little sibling

#spy x family #spy x family imagine #spy x family smut #spy x family dark content #loid forger #loid forger imagine #loid forger smut #loid forger x reader #loid forger x reader smut #loid forger dark content #request #dark content #smut #miri's-files

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ropesbypatricia · 9 months

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Rope Techniques: How I accommodate crepe/thin skin when I tie

I thought I'd drop some techniques I like to use when I'm self-tying or tying another human with thin/crepe skin

What is crepe skin?

"Crepey skin is thin and looks finely wrinkled like crepe paper. It may also sag or feel loose. While crepey skin is similar to common wrinkles in many ways, the condition tends to impact larger areas, and this skin feels noticeably more fragile and thin..."

What causes crepe skin?

Lots of things included but not limited to: sun damage, aging, rapid weight loss or gain, certain genetic disorders, smoking, alcohol use, and dehydration

How is crepe skin different than non-crepe skin?

It is thinner, less elastic, and more prone to bruise, rip, and damage when under stress, pressure, injury

How do I as a rope top account for my own or another's crepe skin in rope bondage?

I recommend wearing comfortable, form-fitting clothes over the areas of the body I might be tying that have creping. I almost always wear leggings and a camisole or bodysuit when I'm tying myself for practice and development - tying directly over slack skin, especially as a beginner, can be a very tricky and painful experience - I recommend practicing over clothing and then moving to implement your practice onto your exposed flesh if you choose

Speaking on tender flesh: Running your fingers underneath a rope line which is wrapping crepe skin can be a pretty miserable and pinchy affair as the flesh has a tendency to stay with your finger as you move to clear the lines, and can easily find itself pinched between the ropes and your finger 🥲

Instead of running my finger under my rope, I gently pull the skin away from any areas where it has become nipped or grabbed up in the rope - a similar technique is useful when working with adipose tissue

Stay well-hydrated if possible - keep your skin clean, exfoliated and moisturized. I find happy skin plays best with rope, and my skin is happiest these days when I'm hydrated, dry-rubbed, and well-oiled 😌

I understand that the risk for side effects like bruising, rope marks, rope burns, etc.. is higher in crepe regions than in skin that is more elastic and collagen-rich. I can use what I find to be best practices to minimize risks, but I acknowledge that the base line for the skin's vulnerability to dermal injury is higher to begin with

If you have any questions you think I can answer or any tips for working with thin skin and rope you'd like to share, please lmk!

Happy roping to you all ❤️➰❤️

#rope is ageless #rope is shapeless #rope accommodates #shibari #thin skin #crepe skin #all bodies are rope bodies #rope techniques #self tie

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shirefantasies · 3 months

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How would the fellowship confess to their crush??? 🤭🤭 ty<3

oh hoo yes ma'am/sir/friend 😌 the pleasure is all mine! Expanding this to everyone cuz I wanna as always & incorporating some TH fanon (?) lmao

How LoTR Characters Confess to You

Aragorn

Upon your ride into battle he would hardly be parted from you, and you him, so it suited you very well to remain alongside the Three Hunters. Gimli had quickly leapt from his mount, axe blazing in what little daylight remained, and Legolas had not strayed too far behind. Aragorn had become surrounded in that time, crowds of striking enemies surrounded. With a cry, you charged through them, alerting numerous other fighters to your rapidly growing cause. All but seeing red, you fought hard, leaving none spared until your dear friend was safe again. When you dismounted, Aragorn pulled you aside under the guise of checking your wounds. "What would you have done if none joined you?" At that question, you smiled. "I had faith. But had that faith failed, I still would have rode to you." Steady though his gaze was, his hand briefly faltered before it took yours. "As would I for you, my love," he replies and you feel a tug, giving in to the sweat and adrenaline and letting him pull you into his lips.

Legolas

"What are you thinking of?" The words almost startled you, turning your head swiftly to face the woodland prince striding over, that curious look alighting his dark eyes. Heat crept to your face, for your thoughts were hardly ones you would have shared with the object of your feelings. "The future," you replied. Not entirely a lie. Legolas's brows knit. "Uncertainty? Even in these times, there is hope. For you especially, I think there is brightness ahead yet." His words bring the pensive downward tug of your face back up into joy. "Really? And why is that?" You cannot help asking, unsure what Legolas sees for you when it is so unclear for yourself. "Meleth nîn, you care so deeply for others and yet so little for yourself. All that you bring into this world is that brightness. Whether it is to others or you keep it to yourself...or even a family." A look of...questioning? Bashfulness? illuminates the elf's face. "Perhaps I have my own dreams for your future. I am sorry." At once you rose, throwing your arms around his neck. "Do not be. Perhaps our thoughts were more alike than I realized!"

Boromir

“I thought I would never see you again.” “Don’t say that,” you shake your head, peering tearfully down at Boromir. His wounds were grave, far beyond anything you thought he could have survived, and yet there he remained. Hardly had you left his side, even sleeping there with his gloved hand in yours, hoping against all hope. By the Valar’s grace did he speak to you, his voice a low rasp that had you leaning in even closer. “No, it is true. For all my thoughts of Gondor, of laying eyes upon the white towers glistening in the sun once more, I thought of you also. At what pain would it be that I never see you again. I would be a fool if I never spoke my love to you.” Tears rush again to your eyes, this time with the soar of your heart as you grip Boromir’s hand tighter, leaning down to stroke his cheek and finally press your lips to his.

Gimli

“I…got you something.” Pausing, you swivel back to face Gimli, taking a step closer and seeing the way his eyes bore into yours. “‘Tis nothing so fair as you deserve, but, well, I hope you might think to accept it.” Your brows furrow a bit as you tell him whatever it is, you’ll surely treasure his gift. Smiling bashfully, the dwarf extends a hand and produces a beautifully engraved bead. The writing is unmistakable, a short Khuzdûl inscription, and on either end lies a tiny cut of your favorite stone. “Gimli, this is beautiful,” you breathe, eyes wide and shining. “Not half so as you,” he shoots back, lashes fluttering a bit, “do you know what it is?” You smile. “Yes.” “Are you sure?” “Yes,” you repeat, leaning down to rest your forehead against his.

Frodo

So long. So long has it been since he has seen you. He has no right to you, not such as the dear hopes falling almost silently from his lips that you had waited for him. Especially having been given nothing to wait for! Yet upon return to the Shire, much as Sam’s is of Rosie Cotton, Frodo’s first thought is of you. The first night he returns to the Green Dragon with his beloved friends, celebrating adventure and pain and wonder and darkness and light beyond their wildest nightmares and dreams, Frodo’s eyes meet yours. Before he can wonder what to say you’re dropping the spoon that was in your hand and rushing over to him, falling into his arms and nestling into his embrace. “I missed you,” you say, and those three words are all it takes for something to snap in Frodo’s heart. “And I you. More than missed you, I saw you like a guiding light, a beacon in darkness. All the time I was away I loved you.”

Sam

He’ll confess nowhere but the most beautiful spot he can find, that’s for certain! Sam leads you eagerly to the Shire’s finest garden, taking your hand softly to guide you beneath an arching trellis covered in sweet pea blossom. “I knew I had to take you here,” Sam tells you, reaching down to take both of your hands. You feel a flush of heat under his sweet gaze. “Why is that?” “Well, it’s the perfect place to tell you how long I’ve loved you. Surrounded by all these beautiful flowers and yet I’ve got the best one.” “I don’t know about that,” you tell him, almost losing your composure at the way his face falls before you continue, “I think I do.” Blooming across Sam’s face is the purest look of pleasant surprise, and you can’t resist cupping his cheeks before the both of you close the gap completely.

Merry

Beautiful accident. That was the phrase you had heard so often used, and such was it. One last stand had been gathered, one final fight for Frodo, and you were rising to the occasion, though not without protest. “They want me to stay behind,” you complained to your dear friend Merry, “but my leg is mostly healed. Only illness or grievous injury could prevent me from joining everyone I love in defense of this world.” At that, the hobbit grinned. “That’s why I love you.” Stunned, you gaped at his flippant confession, watching his own jaw fall open in shocked pause. Smiling, you grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him in for a searing kiss, uncaring of the way your armor clanked together or the jolt of pain in your side with the sudden motion. The feeling of Merry’s lips against yours claimed all your head and heart.

Pippin

Confesses his feelings quite unexpectedly in Lothlórien. Long have your days been and heavenly is it to have some rest. Pippin remains there at your side as you take in the astounding city in the trees, and again when you retire for the evening, taking to your makeshift quarters. You speak there, sighing and recounting without many words all that the journey has brought you through. "More than we ever would have dared imagine has happened, even just in the past few days," you comment. "Yes," Pippin agrees, fixing you deeply with his green eyes, "but one thing has come from that." "What?" You ask. "Telling someone I love them doesn't seem so scary now." He pauses, searches the surprise on your face. "You don't- you don't have to-" His words are utterly cut off, though, by the passionate fall of your lips upon his.

Faramir

What place is more wondrous than a library? None for you, thank you. Faramir was well used to finding you there and soon joining you, poring over books from his childhood and whatever dusty tome you insisted on dragging out next, grinning at the way he chuckles. He knows it’s the very place to tell you how he feels, having found the perfect way to do it. It begins with a tale of two lovers, simple as that. He means to ask your thoughts on it but you give them freely. “This is a favorite of mine. How I long to live in such a story as this one,” you sigh at the sight of it. “And how I long to give that to you,” Faramir replied simply, hand creeping toward yours across the illuminated pages.

Eomer

Comes running to you before anything else after a battle. Panting, he stops before you, eyes wide. Concern cuts across your face at the sight of him there, sweat still upon his brow and chest heaving beneath his armor. You say his name, ask it more like a question, and he slides his helmet off, giving you a better look at his intent visage. Before you can speak further, his hands are upon your waist, pulling you into him as his lips collide with yours. Even beneath the salt of his exhaustion, you can taste him, feel the fervor until he pulls away, eyes glistening with pride. “We won!” Hand on your hip, you fix him with a look. “Will you celebrate with me, my love?”

Haldir

Retiring to the meadows was a favorite pastime of yours, taking time to yourselves beneath the gentle brush of the breeze. Pensive as ever, Haldir stares off at seemingly nothing, brows knit. Laying a hand upon his arm, you stir him from his thoughts with a look as your gazes join. His eyes search yours, you nod encouragingly. Haldir tucks the flower he’d been twirling idly between his fingers and tucks it behind your ear. “You can imagine what has been on my mind, I trust.” Attempting to lighten whatever clouds rolled across his mind, you nudge him, smiling. “Not at all! You are a mystery as always. Proceed.” “Have I not made it clear that I am in love with you?” Feeling heat surge to your face at the intensity of his words, you let yourself get swept up in emotion, smiling and tucking a strand of golden hair behind his ear. “Well, perhaps we should make it even clearer.”

Eowyn

Eowyn is so giving and caring to you, you feel as though your heart might burst. She cooks for you even if it isn’t the best, bless her. She gives you extra blankets when you’re cold, defends you against the slightest of negative words. Never leaves your side, fights for you in every sense you could state it. So of course you thank her, tell her again and again that you do not know what you’d do without her. That her gracious heart is a true gift. But one day? One day you question instead. “Why,” you ask, “do you give so much? Sometimes I feel I have so little to offer in return.” “Do you not know?” She replies in earnest, blue eyes shining. “Are you not aware I love you?” Fear colors her words. She wants to be enough, you realize. All her actions were to show you that. Caressing her cheeks, you tell her that she is all you could have wanted and more, smiling into the kiss you share.

Arwen

Memories abound as Arwen makes her feelings known. “Do you recall when my father first summoned you here?” “Yes,” you giggle, “I told him his home looks like a painting!” “He was charmed by that,” she assured you, “as was I. When I first saw you, I knew you were different. Not just as one from outside our borders, but that you brought some quite splendor.” Heart struck by her words, you try to even half-echo Arwen’s compliments. “I felt the same. There you were practically glowing as you welcomed me, beauty and strength beyond that of this world. Now that I know you, such is only multiplied, tenfold when one sees your heart.” Blue eyes swimming, Arwen embraces you, whispering her love for you in her native tongue.

Elrond

This is a private conversation. Thus Elrond leads you upon the most peaceful night of the season to a bridge beneath the stars. Twinkle as they do from their home far above your heads, the stars are the last thing to gain Elrond’s focus, his attention affixed solely upon your eyes. “You have drawn my thoughts more and more of late, meleth nîn.” “Oh?” You inquire simply, summoning a chuckle from deep in Elrond’s chest. “Indeed you have,” he lays a hand upon yours, “for to know you has been one of the greatest honors afforded to me. I care about you.” You mirror his soft smile when your name escapes his lips, gentle as a wish. “Then it is as I could only have dreamed,” you reply.

Lindir

Playing the most heart-wrenchingly gorgeous melody you’ve ever heard, Lindir watches you the entire time. Heart aflutter, you send him a smile and he looks pleased. Upon finishing, he strides over, looking with amusement at the little applause you give him. Words pour forth from you before you even realized you’ve formulated them, gushing again and again about the way his song touched you. “To know such love…what a dream,” you sigh. Lindir almost starts at that, raising his eyebrows. “Well, the song was about you, you know.”

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