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Dukat and little Mekor
Everyone changed.
What else do you want now
Fuck you want to do now
Tell me??? Why are you like this????
Damn
Headcanon: Eldar, Maglor and opera
I once read about a guy named Baldassare Ferri (born December 9, 1610 - died September 10, 1680) who was apparently one of the most extraordinary operatic singers who ever lived. Reportedly, during his stay in Poland he was much admired (just as anywhere else he performed) and it is said that Queen Christina of Sweden though at war with Sigmund III of Poland, requested the services of Ferri. A brief armistice was therefore arranged so that Ferri could pass safely through the battle line.
And that exactly sums up my HC about Eldar and their attitude to music (and all art in general, but especially music).
I imagine music festivals going on for weeks with crowds arriving at Tirion and later Himring just to hear Maglor sing. Opulent celebrations and balls being held in his (and other singers’) honor, grand productions staged in multiple theaters (because who cares about money when it comes to true art), people fainting at his concerts, crowds shouting "One Eru, one Macalaure!" And even Thingol himself would invite Maglor to his court granting him an exception to the infamous Quenya ban – all that just to hear him sing.
And I also HC Melkor having huge admiration for the second son of Feanor (and perhaps even a bit of a crush). Back in Valinor, he would have never missed an opportunity to hear him sing. And I also imagine Melkor buying luxurious gifts and sending them anonymously to his favorite diva.
Senator Mekor Dukat, eldest son of Gul Skrain Dukat.
Look around do you find something missing?
My will to live. I'm gonna die and leave everyone weeping tears if solitude. I have no way to carry this. I miss myself. And all. I don't find anyone familiar. And i don't know who you are. I don't know what to do and I'm going to die.
Looked around I'm missing the time. Long convos with people. Same and valid mindsets and people not hating me. If you can't make me not see another day maybe just don't ask me what i miss. I miss everyone. My bestfriend. My other friends. My family. My childhood. Sabkuch. I think i prefer people with masks. Atleast they hurt less. Atleast they don't justify their being. Atleast they're afraid of abandonment.
If you asked really. I miss talking to my bestie in my free time. I want to die btw. I really want to not see any other day.
I feel sorry for you. But i really hope that you're okay. Are you alright? Say it. How's your bestie?
Don't. I'm not. No. I did. Idk man i miss her sm. I really hope, it's all in vain thou. I could've, but it's just not my fault no matter what. I idk.
Lead
My life's lead, brittle yet not the pencil one ofcourse.
Led to these apparent "chronic health conditions if you keep eating the same yellow instant noodles that promise you the care only a mother can give you everyday" if I quote the doctor. "But I eat healthy", I said and "I barely have eaten those, twice or thrice a year" i added. He went silent and kept on typing out my symptoms on his curved monitor, the same one my friend was talking about.
Afterall I've been visiting him once a month, for almost a year now.
The same doctor that smokes a nail in his breaks allegedly. And I can hear his coughs sometimes as I wait for my turn, half passed out; because someone else thought about how the medicines were making him weaker and how he would've spent all this money on some herbal juices to help with his migraines.
I look upto the door to his cabin. Blue slate with white texts referring to the degrees my friends dreamt of, before going onto different paths, waiting them to intersect once. They call it a "reunion". The groupchat runs on memes. With atleast 2 members out of 4 deactivating their accounts.
Least of kindness to give to ourselves, isn't it?
I took my hoodie out of the wardrobe. It was full of the scent of the pink comfort i accidentally poured too much of. I look at my weight, dropped by 3 kgs in a day. I think and giggle about how I count my height knowing that I'm biased or, how I look into the mirror to realise how the purity of one's soul matters here.
With a heart that I feel and the dizziness in my head and the trembling hands and the shivers i feel down my spine. I think about the doctor who said "your visits are too regular, try not falling I'll" as if I didn't pay him money worth someone's daily income.
Atleast I cover some of your packs while you reintroduce the same medicines. With a bottle of electrolytes ofcourse. It tastes good.