Tag: weaverofmisery

weaverofmisery:

misbehavingmaiar:

Sometime in the night, longing crept under his skin, and a state of distraction hounds him throughout his day.

He catches himself leaning closer to people as they speak, falling half in love with the expressions of strangers. A need for touch burns like an itch in the back of his thoughts; inconvenient and frustrating. He envies the errant brush of a hand across another’s throat, the silk hem of a constricting frock. 

Seeking the relief of solitude, away from the storm of exchanged glances and wind-caught scents, he is driven to his chambers; but the yearning haunts him still, and he finds himself pacing like a lion in a cage, half hoping, half dreading that someone will intrude upon his suffering. 

The servant keeps his head low and never looks anyone in the eyes, he doesn’t believe anyone would recognize him anyway. The Maia has seen the master’s pet watch meaningless souls with longing. 

Arradir knows very well the ease of manipulating those seeking to fulfill a need. It’s now that he’s chosen to follow, he’s spent to much time dawdling without a chance to move forward. The lieutenant should have access to plans, plans which he was interested in. 

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He gives a solid knock at the door of Sauron’s chamber and stands back.  

“What?” The lieutenant barked irritably through the closed door. He had just resigned himself to dealing with this frustration alone, this fascination with flesh that had haunted him throughout the day, and now someone disturbed him?

He could not bear to face even a courier in this state; whoever it was would only come bearing new responsibilities or temptations, both of which he dreaded while his body and soul were so… suggestible.

The presence on the far side of the door felt permeable, liquid, unfamiliar. A Maia, he wagered, but one he had never met. This made him curious enough to add “…I am in a foul mood for introductions, but if we are Cousins, I will hear you out.”