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[vernades]

@loyalservants -- ;

                            𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐂 was Tamara’s chuckle as she swirled her fork in the pasta, twisting it so it would cling onto the utensil before being brought to her lips.    ❝ Isn’t it ? I’m more of a smoked salmon type of person but I still got taste buds, ❞   The Karnassosian magician said to Sypha, eyes  beaming  as she offered them a  WARM  smile.    ❝ Pasta is kind of scarce in Vesuvia. We prefer rices and noodles, at least, us commoners. The Countess and her courtiers are much, much luckier than us with all those  extravagant  foods. ❞   Tilting her head, her shawl swayed along,   ❝ Is the same where you’re from ? ❞

“I wouldn’t say pasta is a staple where I come from, but it is in my homeland--the part called Catalonia, at least. And the Kingdom of Italy, especially in the Veneto. My father was a merchant and part of his wares were foodstuffs,” Sypha explained while twisting their own portion on a fork, savoring the food so reminiscent of the fare from al-Andulus. Though it was unusual that they might manage to bond with the much-storied apprentice, Tamara, being generously loaned her kitchen to prepare some of the Catalonian morsels had been a treasured opportunity. Especially since her mentor was away on one of his trips, it did free up some space. “I haven’t cooked this in a long time--  Fideus a la cassola. Hopefully it’s good?”

[demonteas]

lana del rey / keiros ! / @loyalservants

"Uh... Uh..."

One second, Keiros.exe has stopped working as he tried to process what Lucio had said to him. There was a few seconds of harsh blushing, difficult swallowing, and some brow furrowing before he can finally come up with something to say.

"I can be your bonded flame any day, after all; fire is my specialty."

[contractaes]

@loyalservants liked this for a starter from yuri !!

yuri knows very little about phichit  ( he knows technical things, sure, like what his skates are like, where he usually ranks, that he’s a threat )  and in fact, one of the only things he knows about the older skater is that he seems to be the katsudon’s best friend. which makes all of this wholly confusing.  “ if katsuki sent you over here to tell me to play nice, it’s not gonna work. just ‘cause he won vitya over, and he skates at my rink now, and I get dragged over to have dinner with them, like, too often, doesn’t mean I’m gonna be nice. ”

[peregrintcck]

@loyalservants

             “Merry. Do I look like a ‘Obbit that’d lie to yer face on this?             I told ya’ the ale was good! Why won’t ya’ believe me?”

[thedoctorhanged]

@loyalservants continued from x

It was much harder to be still, be seen like this by someone so pristine and proper as the countess herself. He’d only ever hoped to impress her, and now, well he knew what he must look like. Julian’s cheeks were already flushed with color, though due to his less than stellar health at the present time, but they tinted just a bit more at the amount of affection offered to him despite his state. 

His favorite food was on the bedside table, a cup of tea which he assumed to be his sister’s doing, and some water, and the countess sitting beside him, resting her hand on his leg and asking him to rest once more. He didn’t feel worthy of all this, but he knew it would not do to resist too much. 

“I don’t want you to catch the bug, moye skorovichshe...”

[katsukiced]

"I can’t read your mind, though I’m trying all the time."  ( @loyalservants, yeeting Viktor at u and Katsudon )

Assorted Lyric Starters || Accepting || @loyalservants

He had been lost in thought for who knows how long, skating one of his old routines. There was something about being out on the ice that helped him to think clearly whenever there was too much going on and he found himself overstimulated. To be perfectly honest, he had totally forgotten that he wasn’t alone and was suppose to be working on his newer routine. He could have just skated like this for hours if people let him and normally Yuuko would let him, even if he ended up staying late into the night. 

However when he heard the familiar sounds of Viktor’s voice he was snapped back to reality and coming to a dead halt on the ice. Blinking a few times he stared trying to fully comprehend what his coach had said. “Hmm? W-why would you want to read my mind?” the very idea didn’t make much sense to him. 

“Um.. where do you want to start?” he asked, running a hand through his hair, hoping to just jump right into the practice he should have started over an hour ago. 

[scldsouls]

❛ loyalservants / mairon. 

                               MAIRON caressed the cheeks of their little girl all bundled up in her arms before she raised her eyes to meet Maedhros’. TEARS  had swollen within the  EYES  of the Maia, reaching to caress his cheek. Her throat seemed to close for a moment or to, as if to  CHOKE  away any sob may leave her lips. They stand at the Gates of Angband, Gothmog having to looking from within to see if there were any  UNWANTED  gazes approaching.

                                     Her  GREED  had risked them enough and her little girl cannot be found by the creatures of Angband. Her  GREED  almost brought Maedhros’ demise. She cannot take more  RISKS  for them to suffer, for though it hurt her to have them  LEAVE  her sight, it would be more  PAINFUL  to have them be  TORMENTED  for naught but ENTERTAINMENT  for her Lord Melkor. She could just leave with them… but she was selfish and she would continue to serve him, despite his mistreating.

                                     Placing her forehead upon his, her  EYES  closed and for a moment, she basked in the  BLISSFULNESS  she could ever feel for perhaps the last time.    ❝ I shall  LOVE  thee still even if the earth is gone, MY PRECIOUS . ❞

      WORDS SHATTERED HIS HEART FOR MAEDHROS KNEW HE WOULD NOT SEE HER AGAIN in a very long time. small angriel ( tauriel would she be named outside the walls of angband ) being raised without her mother and him being without the one he learned how to love despite all else. they had a past together, a present even, the small babe in her arms being the product of all the development they went through together... and even if maedhros knew this was his only chance, the only chance to raise their daughter safely, he still felt torn about it. he did not wish to have to explain to their daughter why their mother was not around, hide her true heritage and all she would own once their time had gone past them. the ñoldorin prince felt the tears burning in his cheeks, not fully realizing that he was weeping until he felt the salty water in his mouth then softly moving to pick up baby angriel. rocking the babe in his arms, grey eyes were filled with a sadness he could not explain nor express. maitimo approached her and rested his nose against her forehead, releasing a shaky sigh. 

       ❝ angriel should not be raised without her mother or without the truth of her heritage. i do not wish to keep secrets from our daughter. ❞ but then again, she was the dark lord’s LIEUTENANT and their love was beyond forbidden. what would morgoth do to her when he discovered what she had done? could he truly only teach her with the history of the ñoldor and the fëanorians? mairon was a maia and he was a high elf, angriel would be a beautiful wonder when she was to grow. ❝ i beg of you... depart with us. morgoth does not deserve you, let him consume the world in flames as long as we are together. ❞ perhaps this plea was for naught, but maedhros needed to try. ❝ please, beloved. ❞  

@loyalservants ♡

[taintedfirelight]

starter for @loyalservants ;; closed

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He’s well out of the dark-covered lands now. 

That’s good. That’s a start at least. Already, Sauron (he is unworthy of his own name, now he uses that given to him by his enemies) regrets leaving, regrets fleeing. Fleeing again, a second stroke of cowardice, so soon after the first--

Morgoth would destroy his fána for this. 

No. 

Morgoth isn’t a part of this anymore. Sauron is on his own. And now that he’s left, he can never return to Angband. He’s not only a coward, but a traitor. 

He didn’t even take the time to heal the wounds on his fána, the burning lashes across his back and the aches in places he didn’t even know he had, the wounds that Gothmog was all too pleased to inflict upon him after their long rivalry. 

Sauron hopes he’s bored now. Now there’s no one to challenge his position. 

It’s only the fear of what would happen if he were to be caught that keeps him going-- he’s exhausted, wounded physically and spiritually, he hasn’t even stopped long enough to heal his throat, which, fortunately, has begun to heal on its own. No place is safe. Neither night nor daylight, forest, plain, or mountain cave. 

But he cannot keep going forever. 

The longer he walks, the more he feels that he made the wrong decision. The more he feels that he should have never fled. 

Sauron stops, breathing heavily, and pauses, leaning against a tree. Only then does he realize he shouldn’t have stopped. His knees give out, and he sinks down, resting his head on the forest floor. He summons up what little power he can muster and quietly Sings, wrapping himself in a cloaking spell. This should give him a bit of protection. He can rest, then heal himself, then continue running. At least, until he figures out what new purpose might be out there for him.