Melkor no

A birb lands on the back of the sofa. He wants attention. So he noms on some of Mel's hair. "Peekaboo!" - sulimx

His eyes snap open, muscles jumping and tensing him awake. “Manwe,” he mumbles drowsily, reaching to run a hand over his feathers. He smiles, scratching between his wings.

The bird wriggles delightedly, wings stretching as he receives scritches in his favorite spot. He’s a bit inebriated, the product of a little too much to drink at one of Irmo’s salons. Eventually, the feathers shift as he gets ready to change into his usual form (even if it means he’ll probably be laying on top of his brother.)

Melkor movesto lie down so that Manwe does indeed fall over him. Mel grins, arms snaking around Manwe’s waist as some loose feathers drift through the air.

“I love you.”

"Mm..." Manwë snuggles into him, kissing his neck as the feathers settle. He loves the safety and strength of Mel's arms, always has. "I love you too," he says, reaching up to run his fingers along Mel's jaw.

#xbauglirx #tw: incest

A birb lands on the back of the sofa. He wants attention. So he noms on some of Mel's hair. "Peekaboo!" - sulimx

His eyes snap open, muscles jumping and tensing him awake. “Manwe,” he mumbles drowsily, reaching to run a hand over his feathers. He smiles, scratching between his wings.

#;; out of feathers #;; semi hiatus

The bird wriggles delightedly, wings stretching as he receives scritches in his favorite spot. He's a bit inebriated, the product of a little too much to drink at one of Irmo's salons. Eventually, the feathers shift as he gets ready to change into his usual form (even if it means he'll probably be laying on top of his brother.)

#xbauglirx

gronthosargureos

Semi-hiatus/limited activity

;; My apologies for being kind of hidden and selective. Work has been kicking my ass and our busiest season is getting ready to begin in a couple weeks… on top of all that, it’s been hell on my mental peace… tranquility… whatever. I’ll probably continue to be on limited activity until probably midway through March.

If you want to get in contact with me, I’ll always be on IMs and my Discord is available upon request.

Goals: learn to use the queue for more than memes

"So... don't be mad... but I borrowed Dad's credit cards and bought a bunch of mice for my kestral... but the mice got loose. And now there are mice all over the house. I asked another hawk and a few owls to help and now there are owl pellets all over the house too. Help." - sulimx

“Oh shit — I’ve always wanted to have a snake! That’ll get the mice for ya… Let’s go to the pet store?” @sulimx

“So long as the snake doesn’t eat the birds. Let’s get a boa constrictor. That’ll do, don’t you think?”

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[txt: Melkor] I don’t think I can do this.[txt: Melkor] Can I still run? It’s not too late.[txt: Melkor] Brother… help.

maleficradiance

[txt: Manwe] don’t do this

[txt: Manwe] take dad’s credit cards and come over. We’re leaving

[txt: Melkor] But if I don’t [txt: Melkor] Go where? Dad will find me and he’ll make me… [txt: Melkor] I don’t want this, why is he making me do it?

maleficradiance

[txt: Manwe] idk where.

[txt: Manwe] just get over here. Now

[txt: Melkor] Alright, I’m on my way. You sure Dad doesn’t mind me borrowing his credit cards?

[txt: Manwe] it’s called stealing!!!!!! so hurry up

[txt: Melkor] it’s borrowing. I intend to give them back. Later. In FedEx.

Once Manwe was at his door, Melkor pulled him into a tight hug.

“I never want you to have to see that woman again.” He didn’t know where they were going, only that it had to be anywhere but here.

“You definitely aren’t marrying her.”

Manwë buried his face into Melkor’s shoulder. “I can’t go through with it. I don’t love her, and she doesn’t love me. I can’t do that to her,” or to himself. Not again, he didn’t know where that came from, but he was determined not to question it.

“Let’s run away somewhere. Florida, or Hawaii, I don’t care where just somewhere far away.”

Holding his tiny nephew, Melkor slowly diverted his gaze from the baby to his brother. "How long..." he asks solemnly, "How long did it take?" For Mairon to remarry. Just how replaceable was he?

“Years,” Manwë tells his brother, “He still goes to put flowers on your grave, he hasn’t replaced you.” The baby cooed, reaching to play his father’s fingers. “I don’t think he ever could. He loves you too much, but he has found happiness and love with someone else. Tyelperinquar helped him accept your death… helped him get clean too. I think you’d be proud of him… and I think you’d like Tyelperinquar. He’s nice… and he loves Maironmore than anything.”

@xbauglirx

The dichotomy of emotions was too much for him. It was hard to discern the pleasure from the pain. It pleased him if Mairon were loved. If he didn’t have to be alone. And yet… He couldn’t shake the jealousy.

The possession. The sadness. The desire.

“I suppose it would be best to leave him be.” he decided, in what Eru would claim to be the most mature thing Melkor had said in his entire existence.

He’s better off without me.

But oh, how it hurt.

“He doesn’t need to know… that I’m here.”

“I won’t tell him,” Manwë promised, “but I can’t tell you what to do. I never could, and in this instance, I can’t regardless. Whether or not you decide to go see him is up to you. Know this though: whatever you decide I’ll respect and love you all the same.” He understood his brother’s feelings to stay away out of respect for the new life Mairon had built for himself, but he also thought that Mairon deserved to know that Melkor had returned.

His poor brother… back from the dead only to learn the love of his life had moved on.

“I can almost remember… him at the grave.” he said. It wasn’t that he’d dwelt there, trapped in a cemetery, but that his deep bond with Mairon had allowed him to feel the outpour of emotions when Mairon wanted to speak to him.

But now, manifested once more, most of his time spent in death was just out of reach, like a forgotten dream.

“He will find his way back to me.” he said, quietly now. “He always does.” But the wait was miserable.

Mairon was happy. Manwe was happy.

But I am meant to suffer.

“I love you, Manwe.”

“He went to visit you often,” Manwë nodded, “Often he was the only one who’d come with me when I came to visit.” Varda and the others had often flat-out refused. “Tyelperinquar’s come with us a time or two.” He remembered how difficult those early times were, Tyelperinquar being terrified of either replacing Melkor when Mairon clearly still loved him or becoming a placeholder for a dead man.

“I love you too, Melkor,” he stepped in, careful to mind the child in Melkor’s arms and embraced his brother. “If you need it, you will always have a home with us,” Manwë told him. The toddler hugged his uncle too.

Manwë had found happiness, but it would never be complete without his brother at his side.

🥂 from Melko

Manwë slouched into the warm body beside him, mind hazy with drink. He’d been trying to explain the mechanics behind birds (they go flap flap and move through the air and sometimes are fuzzy floofs!) but drowsiness pulled at him until his drink had been settled on the coffee table and he curled up beside his companion.

“Y’know… wish I could talk… to… to… Var’a like this. Or tha’ she wanted t’ go flying sometimes,” he grumbled, “I like flying, an’ sometimes i’s fun t’ fly with someone else. I wanna fly whenever I want… but I can’t… ‘cause I have res… re-res-so-pon’s’bilities…”

@maleficradiance

#xbauglirx #tw: incest #tw: sibling incest

“I love you, Brother...” he told him in a break between kisses. Manwë could feel something hard pressing against his thigh... his experience in such matters was fairly limited and clouded by unfortunate circumstances, but he knew exactly what it was and it seemed that despite his condition, Melkor was unwilling to press further than the younger would allow.

He loved him all the more for it even though there was an insistent ache between his own legs. Immediately he felt ashamed for its very existence, so he shifted his hips with the hope that Melkor wouldn’t notice.

Holding his tiny nephew, Melkor slowly diverted his gaze from the baby to his brother. "How long..." he asks solemnly, "How long did it take?" For Mairon to remarry. Just how replaceable was he?

“Years,” Manwë tells his brother, “He still goes to put flowers on your grave, he hasn’t replaced you.” The baby cooed, reaching to play his father’s fingers. “I don’t think he ever could. He loves you too much, but he has found happiness and love with someone else. Tyelperinquar helped him accept your death… helped him get clean too. I think you’d be proud of him… and I think you’d like Tyelperinquar. He’s nice… and he loves Maironmore than anything.”

@xbauglirx

The dichotomy of emotions was too much for him. It was hard to discern the pleasure from the pain. It pleased him if Mairon were loved. If he didn’t have to be alone. And yet… He couldn’t shake the jealousy.

The possession. The sadness. The desire.

“I suppose it would be best to leave him be.” he decided, in what Eru would claim to be the most mature thing Melkor had said in his entire existence.

He’s better off without me.

But oh, how it hurt.

“He doesn’t need to know… that I’m here.”

"I won't tell him," Manwë promised, "but I can't tell you what to do. I never could, and in this instance, I can't regardless. Whether or not you decide to go see him is up to you. Know this though: whatever you decide I'll respect and love you all the same." He understood his brother's feelings to stay away out of respect for the new life Mairon had built for himself, but he also thought that Mairon deserved to know that Melkor had returned.

His poor brother... back from the dead only to learn the love of his life had moved on.

Holding his tiny nephew, Melkor slowly diverted his gaze from the baby to his brother. "How long..." he asks solemnly, "How long did it take?" For Mairon to remarry. Just how replaceable was he?

"Years," Manwë tells his brother, "He still goes to put flowers on your grave, he hasn't replaced you." The baby cooed, reaching to play his father's fingers. "I don't think he ever could. He loves you too much, but he has found happiness and love with someone else. Tyelperinquar helped him accept your death... helped him get clean too. I think you'd be proud of him... and I think you'd like Tyelperinquar. He's nice... and he loves Maironmore than anything."

@xbauglirx