and he will always appreciate that about her. he needed her gentleness, her patience and her overall comforting presence that disarmed faramir of all walls and defense systems.
this was a vulnerable time in his life and he was grateful 》
it was not the most usual sight, but with her years training in healing beside her father and grandmother, she has seen a thing or two, burns not our of the ordinary.
ㅤ she takes soft strides to his beside, door closing behind her of course. the sorceress places the tray
+
》 maylin was able to be there for him.
she saved him, after all.
he moved with pained stiffness, making grunts and noises as he maneuvered his body upright and towards the edge of the bed to eat.
" what is my meal for this morrow? " 》
》 he never takes the elf's love for granted... especially since he knew what the end entailed.
he fell silent, staring at the trees for a moment before he sighed.
" do the trees know? of your love for a mortal, I mean. "
he sees that gaze again; the one that made faramir's heart race with a flustered joy that never ceased to take his breath away.
he never thought he would find love now, after being alone for so long. but he will make sure that 》
He pressed his palm to Faramir's cheek, thumb brushing under the man's eye where age had touched his skin, leaving gentle wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.
It was an adoring feature he found in the other male, the way those lines would deepen whenever he smiled.
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》 the matter, but he refuses to enlighten his brother on it, not when he already feels bad.
" the past is the past. we can only move forward from here. "
he gives his father grace, even now, a testament to faramir's gentle heart.
he remained silent as boromir wept, used to this by now. it was a vicious cycle: his siblings worry, they try to fight for his safety and love, they are rejected and faramir is punished for the attempts anyway.
this just happened to be》
though he yearned to keep holding the younger, boromir turned to lay down on his back. a broken sigh, interrupted with sobs came from him. even when his sobs became more uncontrollable, he still bit the inside of his cheek to try and stay quiet in front of his brother.
—
》 he developed from his father? yes. but it stuck with him even now.
he couldn't know about the words exchanged with his father, that he wished faramir died and boromir lived. he has no doubt erdene will eventually say something on 》
his eyes lit up at the mention of dinner. he is starving and he was due to catch up with her and her family.
" very well. lead the way. "
on the way there, he walked silently beside her, cane tapping steadily now with each step. 》
there is a smile that forms to hear dear Éowyn is doing so well, and that Faramir seems to be nothing but happy.
It seems like yesterday it all happened, but it has already been a couple years if someone could not tell by her greying hair.
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》 he knew that she understood his fears, knew because she was there when his mother passed away. faramir always assumed she blamed herself for it, but he didn't want to speak about it out loud.
éowyn will be different. he will make 》
》 that my father was cruel for doing this.
but even now ... i do not blame him. he was grieving, grieving both of his sons, he assumed at the time. "
but faramir was grieving too. why was his father so violent then?
he adjusted his coverings, clearly not used to being so ... hidden. it was usually metaphorical. but it seems he has now been forced to physically hide in shadows.
" I know you mean well, and I am aware many in the city believe 》
despite the captain’s words, he
still felt a great amount of guilt
in not making it in time. it was
something he would probably
never let go of, but that didn’t
mean he wasn’t going to do
everything in his power to keep
anything else from happening
to him.
“ you don’t deserve +
@WARRIOROFG0ND0R his mouth shut with a stunned silence. he did not mean to be so insensitive.
" i- of course, " he said softly, looking away as well. " i apologize, brother. I did not mean to ... "
@ELVISHWANDER dammit all! why must he be cursed with a sensitive visage? his cheeks are rosy red now, and his fingers twitched in an effort to not pull her into his arms for a kiss.
" i admit though; i would like for you to stay a little longer. "