sharpglance:

✚ for a kiss on a wound.

The elf was cursing, but ceased to tremble as Sauron pushed him against the wall to keep him from pacing away in howling, pained fury.

Maeglin heaved for breath and scrabbled to pull away the burned and smoking fabric away from his chest and collarbones. But Sauron just pushed his hands away with significant applications of strength and tore away the fabric easily.

The spray of water-like metal that splashed out of the mold when he tipped the bowl had come up and arced rather beautifully like a fountain, but landed on the elf. He’d flinched and turned his face away in time, but the molten aluminum was doing its damage and already forming welts on his sparsely-scarred, pale skin.

“What are you doing?!” Maeglin hissed, watching Sauron crane his head downwards to his bared skin. “It’s still burning!”

But he understood after he pressed his lips to the burns. The elf sighed with relief and relaxed against the wall as each one ceased to scald and burn into his flesh. Unless Sauron was a healer, scars would remain but those he could carry with a measure of pride.

;_____; omg.  FORGEBROS FOR LIFE ❤

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