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“Today I learned a valuable lesson: do not eat in your own bed, lest you like having your sleep disturbed by tiny, hard crumbs digging into your back.”
Tyelperinquar manages a cunning, mischievous smile at that. It seems as though he has devised some truly wicked scheme.
“Instead, one should take to eating in the beds of those who vex them most, and be satisfied that it shall thoroughly ruin their night.”
Tyelperinquar
…and I will choose my own path, away from all of this, to start again and try something new.
For @struckinarda
sometimes the people you loved will disappoint you. you don’t have to be okay with it. but it might be okay to let go, too.
sorrowssinger:
Macalaure noted the slight hesitation before Tyelperinquar said he was ‘well‘ and internally sighed. So this is what they had come to? This disconnected and disorganized group who out of fear and concern had set their only transportation away ablaze, and they could merely say they were well.
“No, Tyelperinquar… I do not believe that they will be joining us. Not anytime soon if they are going to do so anyways.”
He knew that his uncle, half-uncle according to his father, would likely refuse to accept defeat though and if Nolofinwe was going to brave that which even his father had been reluctant to face there would be great heartache and hardship later.
“Do not speak of them around your grandfather okay?”
His voice was soft as he spoke the request. It was something many had differing opinions on, and while he was sure that in his rational moments Feanaro was willing to regret it he was loathe to chance the words being spoken while everyone was less than lucid.
‘Ai, atar is this truly the path we should take?’
It was far too late to question this path though. It had been too late to question it the second he allowed those words to fall from his lips and more contemplation now would do them no good but rather possibly some harm.
“Now, come little jewel. Let us return to where the others are.”
“Not a word of it shall pass these lips. Promise.”
Tyelperinquar nods in agreement with his uncle, even in spite of his own bitter disappointment at the outcome. It is probably wise not to spark a debate whilst many of the others are weary in both body and mind. There is naught that any of them can do now to aid those left behind, and he knows that to speak of it now would only cause further disquiet among their people.
Tyelpe leans in toward the hand on his shoulder, comforted by his Macalaure’s seemingly endless patience. He wishes he could emulate that very same steadfastness that each of his Uncles possess; of being certain of one’s actions and following it through to the end.
“If anyone should ask, I sought to rest somewhere quiet and lost my way.”
Far be it from him to lie to his own family -- nor to ask another to do the very same without him feeling especially guilty about it -- yet this is not the sort of conversation he believes will end well for either of them if his father has anything to do with it.
His inquisitive nature has always done him well in his crafts. He loves to discover the how and why: to observe every outcome closely, but he finds that this trait brings him no joy here. This is an outcome he bitterly despises.
Does his tendency to question things make him inherently disloyal? The mere thought upsets the younger ner, and he glances back at the ships as they make to leave this place together. His conscience yet continues to gnaw.
Is there something wrong with me?
“I hope you’re not upset by what I said. I didn’t mean to doubt.”
WHAT’S YOUR FATAL FLAW? Your compassion.
Bottom line: you’re TOO NICE, and this will inevitably spell out your doom. You might meet your end by sacrificing yourself to save another, or—even more likely—you’ll happen across some individuals of questionable character who will take advantage of your niceness and lead you to ruin. Either way, it’s not looking good. You need to be meaner. Maybe scream at a small child or leave a bad tip at a restaurant or something, I don’t know. I’m trying to save you, okay?
outofcharacter. also, I need to stop posting my art to my roleplay blog and just make a tolkien-themed art blog, because finding replies is actually impossible under hundreds of notifs.
I gotta say, when this fandom likes a thing IT GOES HAM. Most of these drawings are untagged AND YET IT IS IMPOSSIBLE TO STOP YOU GUYS. ♥
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outofcharacter. s o r r y f o r m y a b s e n c e , i n n i t .
Long story short, pneumonia nearly ruined my final year of University for me, both financially and physically... Sooooo I had to step away from everything online and really focus hard on catching up. I was roughly 3 months behind my peers on top of doing everything assigned to us from January onwards, as well as working a job at the same time, so I’m sure you can imagine the struggle it was to get everything back on track. :)
I’m happy to say I’m done with my work and I’ll be graduating in July, so everything is fine now. My health is working its way back to normal and I only have to contend with a summer job for the time being, so I have a lot more free time on my hands haha.
The biggest news of all is that I’ll be moving to Japan at the end of September, since I have a job lined up there. :) My company says my apartment should have a LAN connection available straight away on arrival, but I’ll just warn you in advance that I may be gone for a month or so if there’s an issue with the internet and I can’t get online.
Thanks to all those who have sent me well wishes or tagged me in things while I’ve been gone. I missed my boy A LOT and hope to be on him more in the free time I have leading up to the big move.
Hey, hi!! I haven’t meant to drop off of the face of the earth but I have pneumonia for the second time this year so I’m gonna need a while to recover!!
Please don’t worry, I’m on some really strong antibiotics so I’m hoping I’ll get better faster compared to last time!!
people are going to leave even if they promised that they wouldn’t. please remember that it’s not your fault
handxfsilver:
He sighs as he sat up, putting some distance between them. Yes, his twin was quite sour it seemed. Absolutely, he could go bother Atar, but he wished to see what the matter was with his twin. However, the other was hardly seemed to want to share. Hugging his knees to his chest, he stayed put, but stayed silent as well.
...Damn it all.
For a moment he, too, is silent, stubbornly refusing to allow himself to react to his brother’s disappointment... But he is not so prideful as to allow his bitterness to get the better of him for too long, particularly in matters concerning his own kin.
So, he puts his book away and rolls onto his side, feeling guilty for pushing the other away. A hand reaches out to tug at a sleeve, gently seeking forgiveness.
“That was rude.” He states, colour creeping onto his features. “I am sorry.”
sorrowssinger:
Sighing he brings his arm up and drapes it over his nephew’s shoulders. The light was bright and he silently mourned that it wouldn’t dim yet.
Soon he expected the others would come to check on them. If Tyelca was first then at least it would be warm and comfortable.
“I should probably ask ‘how bad was your day’ right now.”
“Bad. I scarcely wish to even think about it.”
He closes his eyes and loudly exhales through his nose.
Curse it all; he shouldn’t indulge himself in this sort of childish sulking, but he wants to regardless.
“Yours?”
handxfsilver:
He whines in return, his hand dropping limply upon his brother’s chest. “Yes, but that doesn’t mean you have to be dead to /me/.” He mumbles to his twin. He meant well, of course he did, but his twin was being so dramatic he wondered if the other was actually angry with him.
“Oh? I see no reason why not.”
The woes of having siblings: there is no such thing as privacy. So, he rolls his eyes from beneath the tome, moving to lift it so that he may get a better look at the other. Yep, he’s definitely in a sour mood.
“Can you not bother Atar in my absence, hm?”
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Concerned sounds echo from the twin and curls up next to him, poking his chest quietly. -handxfsilver
“Tsk. Can you not see that I am dead to the world, o’ brother of mine?”
Such drama. He whines at the poke and lazily swats the hand away, but does not look from beneath his book. Today has been a most unpleasant day, and he wishes not to partake in it any longer.
@handxfsilver | @silvereyedmaiden
sorrowssinger:
He cracks one eye open and lifts his head a little before closing the eye and letting his head hit the ground again with a thump. Not caring enough to do more than that, not even sure he cared enough to do that much.
“Yeah…. me too.”
Tyelpe responds with a sound that can only be described as a grunt, and slowly shimmies over to rest his head against the other where it’s somewhat warmer.
And so the family dog pile begins. He’s clearly spent too much time around Tyelko and Huan.
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Whines softly and tries to investigate his poor cousin
There’s a noise of protest from beneath his book, and his hand twitches. Well, at least that proves he’s alive.
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Appreciated and joined by his uncle because really he is just done with everything too.
--Aaaand he rolls onto his stomach to clumsily throw an arm upon his dear uncle in a show of solidarity, letting the book clatter to one side as he presses his cheek against the cold ground.
“You too?”
Take a second to appreciate this moment, in which the poor Ñoldo lay sprawled across the ground. Each of his limbs are splayed apart, giving him the shape a star, and an open book covers his face in a poor attempt to block out the world around him.
He’s tired, hungry, and done with existing. Save him.
