Tag: MMmm yess

moringottos:

see I’ve gotta hunt you, I’ve gotta bring you to my hell
I wanna feel you in my bones
I’m gonna tear into your soul

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He listens to him, sword rattling, righteous in his fury, shining bright against the wisps of clouds that sweep over the ground. Burning, burning like his brother did once, and the thought brings a smile to Morgoth’s face, all sharp-toothed and the weight of Grond is a comfort in his burnt-black hand.

Oh, it’s too easy.

The doors open, slowly, oh so slow as if to say – here it is, your last chance to reconsider, little one. When he steps forth, rolls his shoulders, blinks against the light he expects to find himself disappointed, to find that this little false king has fled.

Their eyes meet across the gloom, across years and years of hate and death and the wait is finally over. It sends a thrill through him, tastes like gold in his mouth and he can see – oh but for a flash of a moment – that same cold desire echoed in the elf.

It’s a dance; the meet, the part, the meet again. The steady thud-thud-thus of steel against earth sets a rhythm, a flow. Step one, two, three, four; twirl and collide. The bite of metal and skin, dust and ash rising like the fanning of skirts, the heady copper tang of blood and sweat and he’s never felt so alive. 

He wonders – no, no he sees it there, bright as gems reflected back at him. Maybe they could be here, in this moment forever. He laughs and raises his hammer once more.

It’s over too soon, anger stickss in his throat, festers in a roar that presses behind his teeth and when he looks down at last, he sees that last spark of defiance, flaring bright in the rush of defeat.

Let us have done with this –
Let us continue –

please.

Cold steel bites into him, a final taunt and he steps – the last step of their dance – feels the give of soft flesh beneath him and oh, the disappointment is a greater agony than any wound, not-regret but fury slick as blood.

We were only just getting started.