Number 1 - 22.09.2022
Caranthir x Finrod
This work of art has been produced by
🌟@Noldorinpainter🌟
for
✒️@oopsbirdficced ✒️ wonderful fic :
of a harsh and caustic nature (the root of hope) - Chapter 5 & 6
Consciousness comes slowly to Findaráto, and when he surfaces, he wishes he hadn't. He's on a couch in the Ñolofinwean wing, head in Turucáno’s lap as his cousin strokes his hair soothingly. He sighs softly, turning into his cousin's hand, and Turucáno helps him sit up. He takes a deep breath and shoves up his sleeve, baring his new words to the light.
‘I fucking hate you, you fucking pretty-boy bastard.’ is scrawled in an elegant hand in a brilliant ruby-red on his forearm, and he feels like he's breaking into a million pieces. Excerpt from Chapter 1
A lovely, heart-felt story about involuntary soulmates, filial duty, and the longing of the heart, beautifully captured by a delightful artist.
Please do give both of them all the love you can!
Read the fic - it is delightful - and consider commissioning art (it's great fun)!
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