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  1. bushwah Thu 24 Nov 2016 07:37AM UTC

    Solid gray (hex code 6f7995).

    His eyes rove the room, feverish, panicked, until they settle on you; that is when his expression becomes something different. Panic, after all, is borne from uncertainty. Celebrimbor already knows what you’ll do to him.
    Celebrimbor does not dignify that with a response. Or perhaps you have not left him with enough teeth.
    his eyes are wide, the tendons standing out on his neck, as if dying is such a difficult thing to do
    Yet when you hurl it against the wall it shatters quite convincingly. The table follows it, ancient wood shattering into kindling.
    Killing Celebrimbor tells you nothing that you didn’t already know—only this time there is no betrayal in his eyes, and he dies hardly knowing you at all.
    He is lying. The work you have presented him with is about to become invaluable to him and the rest of the Gwaith-i-Mírdain.
    You make it quick.
    Such selfishness cannot be abided. You have only just hit the last of a dozen dead-ends with you research on how to reverse the process when you feel your reality begin to warp once more, and know his willful dying has finally reached its end. / You take a breath on the balcony in the city you already see as your own. You remind yourself, again and again, that you are patient.
    Celebrimbor can’t seem to stop dying.
    The smallest details are enough to nurture vague affection into a deeper longing, like a seam slowly worked open, stitch by stitch.
    the soul beneath his flesh is equally appealing, a thing you might like to possess
    But he does, of course. For you have given him nothing, over all those recycled centuries, if not knowledge.
    Strange to see his familiar face twisted in passion almost resembling pain.
    Celebrimbor is on you like a rabid warg, his sword striking towards you like a flash of lightning, and incredibly, impossibly, you are a fraction too slow.
    The rage becomes a thing that is no longer a part of you at all—a separate entity, a presence that eats up more of you with every passing cycle.
    He is laboring under a delusion, the thought that somehow you are evil.

    Sauron's ridiculous logic is my favorite thing.

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    1. Ias Sat 17 Dec 2016 08:44PM UTC

      Hey, Sauron's ridiculous logical is MY favorite, too! :')

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      1. bushwah Sat 17 Dec 2016 10:44PM UTC

        Solid gray (hex code 6f7995).

        BUT IT'S SO FRUSTRATING

        (frustrating like "will they or won't they," to clarify, not frustrating like actual frustrat is inging)

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        1. Ias Sun 18 Dec 2016 03:31AM UTC

          As it turns out, they will! ....and they won't. And then they will again! And then, well, Sauron will figure this pesky "emotions" thing out eventually, right?

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          1. bushwah Sun 18 Dec 2016 07:20AM UTC

            Solid gray (hex code 6f7995).

            POSSIBLY NOT THOUGH

            THIS IS SAURON WE'RE TALKING ABOUT

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