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The grip on his hair was violent enough to pull locks from their very roots.
A sudden pain sprayed in a cascade of white hot embers behind Nelyafinwë’s eyes, soon joined by a jot of dark ache throbbing in his neck as his head was violently forced to bend backward.
His arms, still chained to the ceiling, were pulled tight enough to make muscles snap.
Still he did not scream. He didn’t allow himself to, swallowing back the sound in an open-mouthed gasp.
The rattle of iron was almost drowned in his ears by a white whistling nose as he panted in pain.
By now the manacle’s unforgiving bite on his numb and swollen wrists felt like a barely perceptible prickling.
Yet, despite the veil of tears falling over his eyes and blurring his sight, Nelyafinwë’ gaze remained brightly defiant as it moved to meet the Maia’s.

The only detail he could perceive through the opaque blur clouding his vision almost made him wish for blindness.
In the murky word of dark shadows opening before him the furious light falling from Thauron’s eyes seemed to burn its way into his very brain; the detailed image of fiery irises forming inside his mind rather than his eyes.
The Noldo’s heartbeat immediately sped up, the droplets of sweat and blood running down his back suddenly icy on his skin.
Nonetheless, such a blatant display of frustration, made the shiver that went through Neyafinwë’s body one of perverse satisfaction too.

When Thauron spoke the words falling from his lips felt commanding.
The deep bass of his voice ringing through the prisoner’s chest almost a compulsion on its own.
The Noldo’ pupils widened as he fought against the poison he felt trickling inside his mind. A deceptively sweet drop of colour that dissolved so easily tinting his memories in a haze of fire, trying to erase the memory of all other eyes, but the red ones staring down at him from his mind..
A throaty growl tore from the Fëanorion’s chest as he fought against the possessive caress grabbing at his very self with every last drop of strength he could muster.
Remembering the greys and green and a shining robin-blue. 
Tasting the sweetish tang of blood seep from his bruised lips the Noldo snorted through his nose and clenched his teeth, never breaking eye contact.

“No.. I am not.”
His throat felt as if it were lined with sandpaper and, despite his efforts, what escaped his lips was barely more than a croaking murmur, yet his eyes were still open and shining with wilful defiance.
Nelyafinwë could already feel himself bleed for this, and still, even being able to say those words alone, was worth all that would come. 

HIs lips bent in a smile, pained despite his best efforts, and his gaze burnt like a magnesium flame.
A single tear condensed in his right eye, partially clearing his sight before being trapped in his eyelashes.
“I … I will never be yours.”

oh, you.