#halmeme

[rjrolo]

Two windy boys!

[amanofmyown]

"Where are my clothes?"

Hallam grinned as the woman started to look around the room. He had been planning for this a while now, but it wasn’t that easy to act when you had a woman sleeping in your arms. Luckily this time they had had a rough day behind them, so Hallam had had his chance right after the woman had slipped into a deep sleep. The man had carefully made his way out of the bed, collected their clothes and hid them under their bed.

"I-…have no idea. I must’ve been too drunk to notice where I put mine. But you! Rem! Just how drunk have you been?” He gave a laughter, filled with all the schadenfreude he could muster. “It seems,” he hovered over her for a while before kissing her. “That you are stuck here with me.” He kissed her again. “Unless you want to go frolicking outside with nothing to wear?”

[amanofmyown]

Hiremwen watched the man out of the corner of her eye, pacing briskly around the room, regressing to limping like a cripple whenever he thought she wasn't looking. /Idiot./ She walked over to him slowly, placing her hands on his shoulders to still him, before kneeling down to roll up his trouser leg, not bothering to ask his permission - it wasn't as if he would have granted it. She looked up at him irritably, before pointing sharply to the other side of the room. "Bed. Now."

It was an old wound. So old that it had already fully healed and scarred - or that is what supposedly should have already happened. It looked fine. A nice scar on the place of what once was a gaping wound in which a thug had - one full year ago - struck their dagger when Hallam had managed to bring them down in a bar fight. But damn be that cursed scar, the ache was still there. It went away and then started anew as if the non-existent wound still found ways to get inflamed. Or perhaps it was the memory of the pain he had experienced.

Hallam glared at Hiremwen. He always grew very irritated when the old wound was acting up like this. He refused to let it affect his day. ”What use is there to rest if there is no reason to?!” He tried if he could put on weight on his leg and hissed in pain through gritted teeth. Perhaps laying down wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

[amanofmyown]

"Don’t go."

Hallam chuckled, yet his usual confidence, his cheerfulness even could not be heard in the tone of his voice. “Yeah, I kind of knew you’d say that.” He glanced away from the other, hoping he could tell her how he thought it was only best for her if he left. This beautiful woman should not be wasting her time into a man like Hallam.

Even more so the man refused to believe what he knew to be true: he was afraid to settle down. For so long he had wandered the world without a goal that it truly frightened him to think he’d stay in one place for good. Staying still meant thinking of one’s actions through, because they affected his surroundings. If he’d murder someone here and got caught, it would make living here a hell. He could no longer do as he pleased and he’d be put back to his proper place as a man: caged, caught and trapped without any real freedom to do what he wanted without thinking about the consequences for anyone else but himself. It just was not an option. Not now. Not ever.

"It’s just in my bones, lass. Wandering. Alone. Can’t help it. Now here’s how this goes. I will start walking in that direction and you will not follow me, alright? ‘Cause if you do," he shrugged, "I’m going to fight you. Na-ah! Don’t argue. It was fun while it lasted but it has run its course now. So, uh- hey. Look at the bright side. I might as well come back one day."

[amanofmyown]

"You owe me."

"Yeah, right! Beat up the beaten, will you!" He said as he hissed in pain while the woman was trying to clean his wound. It had been a bad bar fight, that much he could admit, but it was not like he had needed saving. He could’ve brought that bastard down any time. “Pfft. Since when did the damsels do the rescuing anyway? Besides I could’ve won on my own. I was merely toying with him! So yeah, don’t think I owe you anything.”

[amanofmyown]

☄♥

☄: What you think of your Muse.

I love this man. I love writing him. It's so great to just jump into the role of a lecherous old-man, a drunkard and a thief, someone who can't be trusted and does everything only for his own personal gain and to get by. Also it is refreshing for a while to play someone who is truly happy about the path he has taken. Hallam is just so pleased to be free of all limitations. And I love him for it.

Of course, were I to meet him in real life, I would be repulsed. I'd rather not go even near him and I would fear and detest him. But as a character...whoah. I can't get enough of him.

♥: One thing you love about your Muse.

His attitude. The way he can just go "Ahh, to Morgoth with it!" and just do as he pleases without thinking about what's right and what's wrong.

[amanofmyown]

((shipping meme: no-one specific, really - either someone just like him (so a thief or general lowlife), or someone really sweet and noble, for contrast :)

//Oh yes! I can definitely see that. And at some point I would love to see that. It is surprisingly easy to ship Hallam with others, yet to actually get to the point of him having a relationship with someone else requires time and patience and a little bit of good luck as well, since Hal…well. Long story short: he’s an ass. And a stubborn ass. And a coward in a sense. And giving up his freedom might be too hard for him.

[amanofmyown]

♦ ◘

♦ A secret the Mun keeps from the Muse

//I plan to ship him with everyone willing to have this asshole.

◘ A secret the Muse doesn’t like sharing

"Another one?! Can't a man have his privacy?" He gritted his teeth, not willing to spill this one out, but...ah it was no use trying to resist. "I want a wife. I want to settle down and have a family, but...it's impossible. I could never just...stop moving. And children I...I'd have nothing to offer them."