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(@the-constrainer) "I wonder, do you recall me after so long?"
His chamber in Dol Guldur fell silent. Sauron did not move. How was he here, after so long? But Sauron could not forgot that voice; it haunted his mind like the shades of the dead.
"Master," He did not turn around, voice soft and disbelieving, as he read to tighten his mask, his face hidden behind the gold of it, a shroud of black over his head. "Master, is it really you?"
An unconscious, waterlogged elf is drug, tied in ropes into the temple. He has dark flowing hair and behind his copper tanned eyelids are the most startling light blue eyes though Tar Mairon cannot see them at the moment.
"A handsome specimen. Our Lord will be pleased."
Tar-Mairon stood at the bloody altar, ordering his servants to lay the elf upon it.He watched intently, fascinated, drawn to this elf in the way he had not been to any of the others.
"Wake now, elf, and see your death."
(@the-constrainer) He leaves Viola a black sword, to stab any who might try and step on her.
Viola took the sword with a manic grin "Oh I'm going to cut tall-ass trees down to size with this! Who's able to reach fruit on trees now, bitches!"
@the-constrainer
(@the-constrainer) Mel has to do this after all the dick stuff earlier so.... 10'0"
Mairon unbelievably happy with this. Absolutely smug. Someone dump some ice on him.
(@the-constrainer) You know if you asked I would fulfill any request you gave... for you or one you love."
"I know, my lord." he purred, reached for Melkor's hand to press a kiss to his palm, tender and sweet. "I do not wish to ask for too much. Nor make a decision for another. Well - at least this decision."
Melkor is in a mood and that mood means he is laying on top of Mairon, face planted in the Maia's chest and not planning on moving.
Mairon hummed softly - an old work song from the forge - and threaded the fingers of one hand into Melkor's hair, the other hand holding up his book as he read.
(@the-constrainer ) "Make sure while handing out puppies they are not our sons."
His eyes widened and he stumbled drunkenly from his chair to the door, picking up puppies as he went.
"Are you Sin? Are you Neti?" he turned each one over, as if he could somehow tell.
(@the-constrainer)
He rarely was in his corporeal form since they had arrived on Arda, the strife between the Vala and he were best to avoid but on Ainu besides his brother held his attention and it was due to this he came unknown to the maia time and again, reaching into the other and plucking notes of ideas for projects Melkor would only see this one create.
Mairon was sure the other maiar were jealous. He loved the attention, he would freely admit this, but more than that he always felt his projects were better after a visit from Melkor. But of course, the Valar were often busy, and maiar sent off on their tasks. Mairon was not expecting to see his new friend again so soon.
He was in the forges with Curumo, the pair of them arguing over a blueprint, when Melkor entered. Mairon quickly tried to look composed, but he couldn't hide how his fëa brightened even if he didn't smile in front of his brother.
"Lord Melkor! It is an honour, as always."
