I do not wish to answer this question, least of all to thee.
You know that anything I say now must be in complete honesty, so you wish to set me up to your advantage. If I answer you, it will be only a fragment of truth, something only true of the moment, as though my story had ended, as though I were not still searching. It will only give you one more piece of evidence to advance your self-satisfied assumptions about me. You shall point and say “ah, you see I knew this to be true, and now you have proven it!” Well, I won’t let you. I know this game; you stage your questions in such a way that makes my answering seem as though I confirm all of your sneaky qualifications hidden in framework, and I won’t play along.
I may be forced to speak the truth, brother, but I am not forced to speak.
So often I want to ask for your help… To find comfort in the embrace of your wings again, to have your serenity at my back to balance me, your voice to tell me what I need to hear to make the hurt subside.
I am done divulging my mind to you, my twin. In the end, what have I not confessed to you? What was left unsaid, when I clutched beseeching at your robes, unable even to crawl? What did I not promise in exchange for you to return even one of my Lights that I could no longer live without?
I begged as I had not begged before, steeped in ruin. I trusted at the last that you would protect me somehow. That I was beyond saving even by you was not a betrayal of our love, but the fulfillment of the destiny that had been written for us the moment we were thought into being, just as our mutual incomprehension was.
You will try defend the miserable remnants of our father’s world, for that is your nature; you will never understand, and therefore I must destroy all you cherish.
But I do not hate you, my brother, not more than I hate existence itself.
No. As soon as you broke my crown, I understood; I was born for this.
The part where I put my circlet in a case and stored it away? To make your complaints known, I point you to the form T05-C; once appropriately filled, you may send it to Valimar. Maiar specifically appointed shall collect it and all the other forms.
Yeah, I remember when you put your “”“circlet”“” in its “”“”case“”“” for “”“”“”“”“”“”“SAFE KEEPING”“”“”“”“”“ STOP SIDESTEPPING MY INNUENDO AND SUCK MY TIARA YOU BREEZY PRUDE
◆ If you had been born into your muse’s world, who would you be and what sort of life would you have?
Well… given that almost everyone in Middle Earth, including the humans, are healthier than I am currently, I’d say whatever I ended up as, I’d do a lot more running around and traveling than I do now. XD Other than that… I’d probably be doing the same things? Drawing, writing, poetry, philosophizing, staring at hotties… Idk I’d probably be Khazad. Maybe orc? I’d make a fucking fantastic orc! UvU I can’t see me being an elf, could you?
♔ Out of all the ships that you have/have had with your muse, which one was the most unexpected?
WELL I WASN’T EXPECTING MOST OF THEM, TO BE HONEST XD
Manwë/Melkor was a surprise…. Melkor/Gildor was REALLY a surprise. Actually, Melkor/ANYONE was a surprise *COUGH*
✉ What is your favourite bromance/friendship/non-romance relationship with your muse?
Ossë and Team Melkor! 😀 Also Maeglin/Sauron which is… complicated. Also Miriel/Melkor ;w; All the surrogate-mom feels…
**NOTE** I am sort of tailoring my answers for roleplay threads… my answers are slightly different for my personal headcanons U3U
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