melkor & fem!lover with ‘ one more time? for old times’ sake. ’ <3 pretty please <3
❪ ♡ ❫ ── melkor, "come on, for old time's sake?" prompt
"you should not be here.''
"oh, how cruel can you be?"
"cruel? such a word should be reserved for you.''
the warm presence against your back prompts you to spin on heel. lips pressed in a thin line and your gaze unfaltering in its icy stance. rivalling the warmth that emanates from his own violet stare.
dark and terrible, the lord of corruption and lies stands before you. tall, mighty - yet his face held a certain softness. one that no other being has seen for aeons, other than you. his love, his soul-bound, who chose to part with him upon his fall. even after all this time, he finds himself here in valinor's shadows to see you.
"have I truly lost your favour?"
you turn away from his question and place your hands onto your marble balcony railing. "what do you think?" you mutter after drawing a brief breath to quell the suffocating feeling that begins to rise in your lungs."I will not humour you, dark lord.'' from the corner of your eye you catch his frown before directing your gaze to the horizon once more. "leave in me peace.''
silence fills the air and for a moment you consider the possibility of his departure, but you knew him well. you knew him most.
which is why all you can do is sigh when that same warmth wraps around your middle and your back is engulfed in the familiar flame that now makes you frown. however, you do not part from him, you cannot will yourself to for the moment.
"what is it that you want, melkor?" your whisper mimics the softness of his face nuzzling your neck and his dark hair tickling your skin. "you of all people know what it is.''
"I cannot give it to you.'' you counter, finally turning to him. as if your arms knew where they belonged, they hook around his neck and he instinctively loops his tighter around your waist. "then at the very least indulge me before I am to let you go again.'' such gentleness would have been considered out of character to most. but you knew him, more than anyone.
melkor pulls you to the centre of the balcony and takes your hand in his larger one, his gaze never leaving yours. "dance with me.''
your gaze softens, yet you still attempt to shake your head. "melkor, I c-''
"oh, come on,'' the vala cuts you off and leans down, dark strands brushing your face as he brings himself a mere inch away from you. "one more time, for old time's sake?"
starstruck, is what you were. staring into the eyes that were once your world, that still are. the curl on your lips is faint, and slowly you nod your head as you lean closer to him as you always have.
"alright,'' your whisper brushes his lips as he twirls your body with his beneath the moonlight.