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He was right. The moon had shifted position, and even beyond the clouds Andriel could see that the stars were different. She didn’t mind the night, but elves did require considerably less sleep than humans did. There was something about the darkness, the quiet cool of evening, the soft hum of insects all around them. The night made one profound. It made one stop and take stock of one’s life. It made her think of Imladris, of all that was behind her, of all that might lay ahead. She felt a weariness in her body that did not match her spirit, as though she had pushed herself too far, too hard for her body to endure. “Perhaps we should get some rest, although I’m not sure I could sleep under all this splendor.” Her breath hung in the air before dissipating. “Are you tired?”

How he loved the night, and hate it the same. They’d sat there some time, that nowhere place in nighttime when the city did indeed sleep. The park had been empty before the girl arrived, and Newton saw no trouble with letting her take a seat. Yes, he had enjoyed it, the solitude, and the motion of the clouds. He wished for complete cloud cover. He did not want to see what he could have been.

He’d left the city boundaries around two in the morning. He was unused to buses, the heat had been stifling from so many people and in such a small space, such speed. He could cope with fast transport now by sitting solid still and lidding his eyes, never closing but never watching. He’d had no reason to do this. Escapism alone, that was what he had needed. Newton lived in his own cage, and he needed to leave.

She did look strange, and that itself caught Newton’s interest. Very tall, and a firm but slim face, sculpted. Perhaps in daylight she did not look dissimilar to Newton. He looked down. “Yes, it’s splendrous.” The clouds crawled in, and again they could see no stars, no moon; but it was splendrous. He would linger here and talk with her, and if she were not to leave, he would talk with her until the dawn’s first bus. If she wished to go somewhere he would follow. Newton couldn’t have understood his fascination. It might simply have been the effect on his mood upon leaving the city suddenly and late. He played with his hands. “Splendrous.” He wasn't tired. She must be a softer, milder mirror.

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The prettiest pirate to ever sail the seas~~~

“ the prettiest mind as far as intelligence stretches upon these lengthy waves. i resort to persuasion rather than hauling out a sword & swinging about. “

#valorfated #she really took a simple compliment to a whole other level huh.#‘ ｡・ ☠️ ‹ ⁰⁰²‧ ( i’m here to negotiate. ╱ ANS. MEMES. ).

"I'm here to rescue you." (from your waifu @elvenfair)

It was a whisper that stirred him out of the darkness, and he surfaced slowly like from the great depth of a tainted lake. Gasping and blinking he awoke, daylight that had already become unfamiliar stinging in his eyes.

Light... How? There had only been the darkness of the tower’s pits, the utter silence of it, the pale, cold face of Finrod Felagund, terribly beautiful in the stillness of death. The quiet, inescapable despair that had taken root in his heart.

But like a breath of a western breeze, something had gently blown away the fog of desolation, and the air that filled his lungs was fresh and clean. The tower had crumbled to ruins around the dungeon, and there was a hold around him, warm and familiar, a solace and comfort that seemed to have been eliminated from the world altogether.

“Tinúviel.”

The whisper of a broken voice on his cracked lips, and his hands came up to her arms, afraid that, should he turn around, she would dissolve like a dream. Yet... there she stayed, solid and real, and he drew her into his arms when she didn’t respond, whispering her name over and over.

“Lúthien, Lúthien, my Tinúviel...”

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"Irish white noise" having you on my dash is already so rewarding omg

i aim to please !

no but seriously thank you this is hella sweet ♥♥♥♥♥

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9, 12, 17, 26

UNUSUAL HEADCANONS | ACCEPTING

9. What do they smell like? Do they use perfume or cologne?

Newton’s too afraid of damaging himself with cosmetics to use them at all. It took him a while to get used to washing. That said, he only does to maintain his claims of being human. He doesn’t sweat and his hair is difficult to harm so he probably doesn’t smell of anything at all.

12. Do they prefer sleeping alone or with someone else?

Certainly alone. He finds even the best company tiresome, and he’s not a fan of intimacy.

17. Do they have pets? What kind? dogs, cats, etc?

He’d never have a pet. Finding that there was more than one species here at all was a shock. In films he’d thought of animals as plot devices, and didn’t think they existed. If he had to have a pet, it would be a dog. He hates cats.

26. What are they most passionate about? What could they debate about for hours?

Politics, sociology, and warfare. For all his work in engineering and maths, he doesn’t have much interest in science. Newton’s greatest uncommon political convictions are that it’s better to have a strong dictatorial force in a country than an unstable democracy, and that it’s better to live poor in a heavy-handed welfare state than rich in a free world. He could fight over those matters for days. He envies those in social housing on food stamps for what he sees as more freedom than he could ever reach as a rich man.

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