FANKIL & LANGON HEADCANONS
Fankil is afraid of loneliness. He is terrified of being alone, of being unnecessary.
He grabs onto anyone who shows him a little more attention, onto anyone who treats him differently. He also grabbed Melkor with all his hands, hoping to receive his father's love.
But he ran into Sauron. Fankil swore, quarreled, scandalized, fought.
"Perhaps I would like to hear at least once in my life those words that you yourself hear from HIM every morning, lying in bed" ©fangli to sauron ////
“Maybe I would like him to call me son at least once in his life”©fangli
(Время шло, чтсло сменилось - ничего не изменилось) Time passed, the number changed, but nothing changed. Fankil accepted the bitter reality. He lowered his hands. It meant without Melkor.
Resentment, rage, and anger flared up in his chest once again, but he realized that even if they were with them for centuries, it wouldn't change the fact that Melkor didn't need him.
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And Fankil turned to others.
He clung to Langon, and he let go. He wandered among mortals, and he wandered among elves. He spent countless nights in the beds of the children of Eru. Perhaps someone would love him?
It never happened.
He was too selfish, too willful, too arrogant. Fankil could not truly love. He can't genuinely fall in love, express affection, or form deep bonds.
Jealousy and fear of loneliness consume him, leading to accusations and a lack of trust.
Constant bickering, arguments, and fights ensue.
He fights desperately, to torn out tufts of hair, to scratched to the blood of the faces. To hematomas on all bodies. He grabs a knife.
He demands excessive, absolute attention, demands LOVE and loyalty, which he himself is not able to give in return.
Not receiving it - he goes into a frenzy.
But.
Langon will not let himself be offended. Langon was forbidden too long and too much by the "Lights". Now he does not limit himself in anything. Langon won't allow others to treat him this way. He always fights back, so much so that Fankil is the first to retreat and run away to lick his wounds. Sometimes, during fights, when they're choking each other until they lose consciousness, the situation changes dramatically, and they end up in bed. They continue to fight and struggle.
They can't be gentle.
Even in bed, they hate, tear, and bleed.
They cut each other with their fingernails, with the blades of their daggers, and they try to bite each other's throats in a quest for intense emotions and sensations, in an attempt to express their anger, rage, and hatred.