hi!! stranger days or ashes for the wip ask mayhaps...<3
(from this wip game)
new ashes chapter is not yet started, but here is something about the stranger days :) it is meant to be a direct sequel to blissful state, happening on the same day, featuring dancing, eating, feasting, and dealing with trauma and memories.
Finarfin is beautiful in his hands, and Eönwë takes his time to marvel at each part of him. His face, sharp in the light of lanterns, soft when he looks at Eönwë; his lips, that Eönwë kissed a few hours ago, his hair, woven into intricate braids. The robes he wears are heavy with silk and gold, and his crown sits proudly in his hair; he moves with glory and majesty that can only be expected from a King, Valar-made, returned whole and victorious from where too many fell.
Yet Finarfin does not think himself beautiful, Eönwë knows. It is the way the braids he wears are not the ones he likes to wear, not the ones he would make for himself; it is the way he looks away and avoids Eönwë's gaze whenever he catches him watching, something scared and angry and ashamed sparkling in his eyes; it is the way his crown is simple and plain, a necessity rather than pride. He does not think himself beautiful, no. Ever Finarfin looked at Eönwë with silent adoration, ever he talked about Eärwen with distant awe and longing; they were beautiful, not him. No matter that he was called the fairest; no matter that beauty came to him effortlessly. He was worth looking upon only when Eärwen was by his side, her laughter splintering and mingling like a song of a summer stream; only when Eönwë stood beside him, great and powerful as a breath of wind.
