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" you 𝒔hould ," a nod⠀┈─ hands firmly clasped behind his back. " not kinship—— something else, something 𝒐ther ." he shrugs.
" all of them are honest. all of them a form of myself."
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❝ 𝓪nd what would 𝘺𝘰𝘶 have called it .ᐣ ❞
𝓬hin upturned , brow furrowed as anger rises in her chest , narrowly suppressed at how calm he seemed .
❝ 𝓶any faces , many names . yet none of them 𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙩 . always a mask . i should strike you where you stand . ❞
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" 𝒌inship, was it ?" he presses no further, halting, hands clasped at the base of his spine. " he was hardly a ruse; he was me, one of my many forms ."
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❝ 𝓱e was a ruse . ❞
𝓱er own footing shifts . never once turning her back , lips pressed in a thin line at his words . her expression an amalgamation- sorrow , rage , confliction .
❝ 𝓽rust or kinship- whatever it was , it has long since been buried . ❞
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“Only you could twist those words into something romantic. Rest assured my contempt for you is beyond limit.”
Any feelings of devotion and love have long vanished.
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" 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝 was not a figment of your imagination, galadriel, he was real ," he suggests, stepping in a semi—circle around her. " your trust wasn't the only thing he garnered, was it ..?"
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❝ 𝓪m i to believe the words of the deciever himself ? ❞ she scoffs , small blade drawn- keeping her distance .
❝ 𝓽o imply one truth amongst a sea of lies. . .do you take me for a fool ? ❞ dagger half-drawn , gaze trained upon he who circles her . ❝ halbrand was -
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palms raised in mock surrender, he halts in his step, head tilting. dark curls falling somewhat into his eyes.
" who's to say this wasn't my true form all along ?" he muses, a step to the side ..
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𝓲t is not that she worries for herself , but more for others . as vexatious as it was— there was sentimentality in their tending to one another .
❝ 𝓷ot a step closer , ❞ her tone clipped , eyes searching . ❝ . . . last we met you had already abandoned this skin . ❞
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a gradual, slow, step closer. he'll keep this appearance ⠀┈─ it had always appealed to her, over annatar.
come now, he has no intention of hurting her.
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𝓮yes narrowed , a brief wince and a hand upon her shoulder ; a phantom pain , perhaps .
. . . 𝓬ertainly not gladdened . merely unsure of if her eyes deceive her .
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a depraved indifference to human life... to life, in general, is not organization, mairon. it is murder and it is wrong. you knew that once. you respected the laws of nature. you had compassion.