#sorrowslament

[wellformed]

"How do you keep from wanting to just give up? It's so terribly easy to indulge that idea some days, to just stop fighting and let the darkness wash over us... over everything. Please, how do you do it?"

Nelyo tilted his head, looking with one eye through his ruby locks and over his shoulder to Canafinwe and letting a smile come to his lips, "I do it, because you still need me... and others do as well. I cannot falter, not surrender while I still have those who look to me," He chuckled a bit, "I can't entertain my selfish desires for rest... and in the end, I owe our enemies more with each day and each loss, and I am not so rude not to return all the 'favours' and 'blessings' they have gifted me."

@sorrowslament

[thefatedfinwe]

Happy Birthday to @sorrowslament! Tyelcormo with little Ambarussa for you!

[daughterxftheseas]

@sorrowslament

“Everything is complicated with you.”

[feanors-daughter]

“There isn’t blood, I’m fine.” (Maglor)

internal injury starters

"That means nothing,” Laurelin snapped back, forcibly taking Maglor by the arms and pushing him back onto the bed. “Let the healers look at you, I will not have you dying on me anytime soon.”

If there had been one benefit from her injury in the War of Wrath, it had been the firsthand experience she’d had with many injuries and medical procedures. By listening to Elrond speak to his healers and from what he explained to her in her days of utter boredom, she had garnered enough to know that often there was more than what meets the eye.

“Perhaps you don’t see bleeding, but you were hit hard.” She explained gently, tucking a strand of hair behind her brother’s ear. “Something could have ruptured and you could be bleeding now and still not see it.” 

[wellformed]

It was a late gift but somehow it was snuck in anyways. A parcel wrapped in a embroidered cloth kerchief containing a pair of gloves lined with soft rabbit fur and a sketchbook with new coal pencils tucked into pockets of the red leather cover. It would likely not escape notice that all the objects bore an 'N' on an eight pointed star but were made by different hands.

Nelyo looked over the gifts with a small smile, only looking up when Cor brought him a hot tea, "Seems Cana or Curvo find your security detail lacking," He teased his second who gave a small smile in return. "I shall have to heighten the challenge next time," But he was glad his lord was able to celebrate his birth even if his siblings were spread far. As much so as it was nice to watch Nelyo play with young Nolya the days prior. The eldest of the Feanorians carefully took the gloves first to try on, "Cor, prepare invites to the Noldor families, I think it is time for a small reunion."

"As if anything with the Noldor is small, but as you wish."

[wellformed]

Sneaking into his brother's study he set a plate of food on the desk as he circled it then wrapped his arms around Nelyo from behind. "You missed dinner, so I brought it to you."

"Give me a moment, I need to write something," Nelyo muttered and continued to pen away for far longer than a moment with little bother for the arms around him. Finally he finished and leaned back into the embrace before glancing at the food, "Send it to one of the hungry, I am not in the mood for food."

[thefatedfinwe]

@sorrowslament

“And I can’t forget one for Cana.”

[thefatedfinwe]

@sorrowslament

Their first impression of your muse: Telvo was dazzled like watching stars dance through Cana’s fingers.

Current impression: Cana is broken, but he will be fixed, with gold flowing through the cracks and it will enhance him to be more ethereal than before.

Are they attracted to your muse?: Without a doubt. Cana is something between a celebrity crush and full romantic love for Telvo.

Something they find frightening about your muse: That he could probably sing and set him on fire again, and Telvo would not even mind it.

Something they find adorable about your muse: How Cana will pause whatever he is doing to care for him, or to help. Also the way his eyes light up when he is trying to describe Songs.

Would my muse sacrifice themselves for yours?: Of course he would, and he would look down on anyone who would not for Cana.

Would my muse go on a date with yours?  platonic/romantic: He would go on either one, though he’d probably be a babbling mess if he went with him on a romantic date. Dating is embarrassing even when you have known the person your whole life.

One word my muse would use to describe yours: Words are hard, and none could describe him anyway, perhaps a song would be better.

Would my muse slap yours if they could?: Never.

Would my muse hug/kiss yours?: All the time, he’d cling like a baby koala.