Tag: RELUCTANT FISHLIPS

Ossë stepped into the opulent hall, head held high as he approached the figure sprawled on the throne with three shining gems on his crown. If he was to bend to the will of some grey magic, he would at least retain his dignity throughout the foul act. “Brother,” he greeted simply, damp fabric dragging on the floor behind him as he stepped up the dais. “Do not read too much into this,” he warned in a growl as he leaned forward to brush his cool lips across Melkor’s cheek.

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“…Don’t read too much into it? Count yourself lucky that I cannot read, then. I’m sure I’d be coming to some interesting conclusions." 

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