namoinmandos

[namoinmandos]

Namo after another fight with Melkor. And after the revolt of the elves. And after the war with Melkor. And after the elf wars. And the elves with Melkor. And Melkor with the Elves… Namo always.

[namoinmandos]

ㅤ🌊 when was the last time they cried ?

Officially? When Luthien came to plead for Beren.

Unofficially? Every other Tuesday after hearing either Feanor and Fingolfin bicker, or any of the Finweans coming to him to petition their release because "trust me dude, the Second Kinslaying would have gone much differently if I had implemented strategy no. 75 comma 13 instead of what we used, just kick me out of here! Someone needs to catch these hands!".

Pls give this Vala a raise in his salary :')

[namoinmandos]

Namo felt himself flush red when Melkor lifted his chin and guided him onto his lap. And he let Melkor handle him as he balanced himself and grasped Melkor's robes.

There it was, the warmth, again. And he now felt shivers again, but of a very different kind. He felt something rise again into him, the want, the need, the crawling sensation. His voice was shaky. "I felt... I felt overwhelmed... Never had I ever felt that kind of..." And his voice was cut short, as he felt the trail of kisses along his neck, jaw, and chin. He tilted his head back, giving Melkor more space.

He let out a soft gasp, as the pictures his mind had given him, of being taken, his hair disheveled, his body completely at Melkor's mercy clouded him and made him flush redder and grasp Melkor's robes until his knuckles were white.

He felt hot, as he fixated his blue eyes in Melkor's. His expression, his thoughts, they all expressed one thing. He desired to be with Melkor, the solitude suddenly unbearable to him. And his voice felt like a soft murmur. "Melkor... Please..."

He took in a deep breath. "I feel so many emotions and they are confusing me... It is so difficult for me to make sense of them... Please... Melkor, please... Would you guide me?" Would you take me, he thought, perhaps then he would have more clarity and answers.

And he could not close his eyes for even a second. Namo hugged himself, as he thought, and yet his thoughts kept straying towards what happened and towards the sensations still burning on his skin, of Melkor holding him, of Melkor and the warmth he had felt.

And he now felt alone. No, not alone, lonely. As if something was missing.

He felt the blizzard raging outside, and he felt cold. He felt shivers that could not be quieted, no matter how long he turned on the bed, or how much he tried to shove away his own thoughts. Was he scared? Did he desire being with Melkor? Had he found someone he understood, and that would understand him?

He could not sleep.

He could not hold himself, not after that rollercoaster of emotions that the mere touch of Melkor had awakened into him. He wanted to give answers, and yet he felt that even more questions were crowding his mind.

And he could not hold it in anymore.

He got out of bed, covered his naked body with Melkor's robe, his clothes unreachable, and went to the fireplace. If anything, the hours spent pondering had made his want more acute. He found Melkor by the fireplace. The other Vala seemed angry, somehow. Namo knelt in front of him, his voice shaky. "I hoped I would have answers, and I do not, Melkor. But as it is, I wish not to leave this place, not yet. I wish not to feel lonely." He made a pause, lowering his head. "I wish... I wish for warmth... Your warmth, your touch. For you to hold me... And guide me..." He bit his lips. "I feel... Still confused. Perhaps scared. But I wish... To understand more. Please, Melkor. I wish..." For you to take me and reassure me, he wanted to say, and yet felt embarrassed to say out loud.

His heart was beating loudly, his mind still frazzled, and yet he clearly had understood one thing. The desire of being held, of not being lonely. He probably was not making sense, but eventually all that wave of emotions would subside.

[namoinmandos]

And he could not close his eyes for even a second. Namo hugged himself, as he thought, and yet his thoughts kept straying towards what happened and towards the sensations still burning on his skin, of Melkor holding him, of Melkor and the warmth he had felt.

And he now felt alone. No, not alone, lonely. As if something was missing.

He felt the blizzard raging outside, and he felt cold. He felt shivers that could not be quieted, no matter how long he turned on the bed, or how much he tried to shove away his own thoughts. Was he scared? Did he desire being with Melkor? Had he found someone he understood, and that would understand him?

He could not sleep.

He could not hold himself, not after that rollercoaster of emotions that the mere touch of Melkor had awakened into him. He wanted to give answers, and yet he felt that even more questions were crowding his mind.

And he could not hold it in anymore.

He got out of bed, covered his naked body with Melkor's robe, his clothes unreachable, and went to the fireplace. If anything, the hours spent pondering had made his want more acute. He found Melkor by the fireplace. The other Vala seemed angry, somehow. Namo knelt in front of him, his voice shaky. "I hoped I would have answers, and I do not, Melkor. But as it is, I wish not to leave this place, not yet. I wish not to feel lonely." He made a pause, lowering his head. "I wish... I wish for warmth... Your warmth, your touch. For you to hold me... And guide me..." He bit his lips. "I feel... Still confused. Perhaps scared. But I wish... To understand more. Please, Melkor. I wish..." For you to take me and reassure me, he wanted to say, and yet felt embarrassed to say out loud.

His heart was beating loudly, his mind still frazzled, and yet he clearly had understood one thing. The desire of being held, of not being lonely. He probably was not making sense, but eventually all that wave of emotions would subside.

Namo fell silent, thinking about the words Melkor was saying. He felt somewhat conflicted about his own emotions, currently all thrown into chaos. He let Melkor's words sink in, before speaking. Was that truly bravery giving himself to the Dark Lord? Or had it been the teasing, the curiousness he had just taking over him?

He did not know.

Perhaps he would have better answers once he had rested.

What he had not expected was that he was desiring more from Melkor. That his craving, the want, the crawling sensation under his skin, they were for Melkor. "May I... May I rest here alone? I think... I believe I need some time to process everything..." His voice was nearly a murmur. And he felt the need to process everything that he had felt asa way to clear his mind.

He did not dare look at Melkor, he feared that if he did he would lose himself completely in the haze. He wanted to understand himself, and where this desire would bring him. Had it been just the temptation he caved in, some selfish thought, or did he truly wish for more, way more? Becoming one with Melkor again and in full, images of his own naked body underneath Melkor's flashing in his mind and making him shiver. "If I may... I shall find you in the morning... with answers."

He would not be able to sleep at all, that was for sure. But he could now ponder over worries and unanswered questions.

[namoinmandos]

[ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ?

Namo will never outwardly admit that he is feeling emotions in front of everyone. He is supposed to be the stone-cold face of law and he thinks that experiencing emotions on a deeper level will compromise him.

On top of it, he sometimes is unaware of how deeply something affects him, so he'd rather not show.

Now, it is more or less an open secret that Namo feels emotions on a deeper level. If he slips, then he is delegating whatever decision to someone else.

[namoinmandos]

✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.

₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of character analysis/headcanon questions to learn more about your character and your partners'! writing/headcanon prompts requested by anonymous. feel free to edit these as you see fit.

[ 🖐️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do their hands feel like: soft, calloused, trembling ? [ ☂️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they crave touch or fear it ? [ 🎐 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a sound, like a song or voice, that they associate with peace ? [ 🕊️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen did they feel the safest ? [ 💤 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something ? [ 🦇 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a fear they never talk about ? [ 🔒 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a secret they’ve sworn never to tell ? [ 🪢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they broke a promise ? [ 🫳 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they feel they owe, but never paid back ? [ 💼 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do they always carry with them ? [ 🧨 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ? [ ⛓️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does guilt feel like to them ? [ 💢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho have they never forgiven and never will ? [ 🩸 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there something or someone that, if lost, would break them ? [ 🌧️ ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a pain they refuse to heal from ? [ 🪞 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen have they looked at their reflection and hated what they saw ? [ 📿 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat superstition or ritual do they cling to ? [ 🌊 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they cried ? [ 🐾 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo animals like them instinctively ? [ 🪶 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they laugh ? [ 🫀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho taught them what love is ? did it hurt ? [ 💭 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they believe they’re worthy of being loved ? [ 🎀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is their main love language ? [ 🔦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they search for ? [ 📜 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a story they love sharing with others ? [ 🌒 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a dream or goal they have given up on ? [ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ? [ 🌪️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the one choice they regret (not) making ? [ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ? [ 🍻 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of drunk are they ? [ ✉️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of letter would they write but never send ? [ 🗡️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a scar that they have but never talk about ? [ 🕸️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a favourite lie they like to hear ? [ 🪦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat would they want on their gravestone but never admit aloud ? [ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ? [ 🌀 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a recurring dream or nightmare ? [ 🍃 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they feel like they belong ? [ ⚓ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does “home” mean to them ? [ 🧭 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhere would they go if they could disappear tomorrow ?

[namoinmandos]

Namo fell silent, thinking about the words Melkor was saying. He felt somewhat conflicted about his own emotions, currently all thrown into chaos. He let Melkor's words sink in, before speaking. Was that truly bravery giving himself to the Dark Lord? Or had it been the teasing, the curiousness he had just taking over him?

He did not know.

Perhaps he would have better answers once he had rested.

What he had not expected was that he was desiring more from Melkor. That his craving, the want, the crawling sensation under his skin, they were for Melkor. "May I... May I rest here alone? I think... I believe I need some time to process everything..." His voice was nearly a murmur. And he felt the need to process everything that he had felt asa way to clear his mind.

He did not dare look at Melkor, he feared that if he did he would lose himself completely in the haze. He wanted to understand himself, and where this desire would bring him. Had it been just the temptation he caved in, some selfish thought, or did he truly wish for more, way more? Becoming one with Melkor again and in full, images of his own naked body underneath Melkor's flashing in his mind and making him shiver. "If I may... I shall find you in the morning... with answers."

He would not be able to sleep at all, that was for sure. But he could now ponder over worries and unanswered questions.

Namo felt breathless, as he felt his own body jolt in the release, and his voice scream in haze, pleasure, and delight. And he fell back on the bed tired, breathless, his eyes still clouded and his mind still scrambled by what he had experienced. And somehow, it felt as if that was only the tip of the iceberg that he had touched.

He let himself be cradled against Melkor, a somehow nice situation. He did not feel cold anymore, but he felt warmth. Not the warmth of sunlight, something deep within his own heart. Something unknown.

He pondered. "How am I brave, Melkor? I... I was so... I did not know what..." And he felt tears prickling the corner of his eyes. He had now a million doubts, and yet, in a sense, Melkor was a comforting presence.

He was naked, literally and metaphorically, only covered by Melkor's robes and a blanket. "Perhaps I am that different... Is this something everyone will frown upon? What happens... What happens if I wish for more?"

He had so many questions crowding his mind. Was it wrong, or was it right what they just did? Was it wrong, or was it right wishing for more? Was it wrong or right the feeling he had? He would have to think a lot about it. He felt himself so vulnerable, insecure, clearly not the picture of someone who was supposed to carry on duties of law.

[namoinmandos]

Until the end of time. Namo could not help but smile, as he held Mairon closer. He felt happy, the happiest he had ever been, and finally they both could have some peace. Not the Host, not the judgement could now pull them apart. He kissed away Mairon's tears. "That is well. That is good."

He made a small pause, as he pulled the blankets over both themselves. "Tonight we shall sleep soundly and without worry. Tomorrow will be the start of something new. We will resume our duties and live as we deserve."

He had nothing more to ask, and he would be ready for anything coming their way. That night they would rest. It had been a long period of one issue after the other, all escalating to unreal heights.

"It has been a long period, and whilst it seems that we have done nothing the sheer pressure and events have made our minds tired. But now we shan't think of the past. What do you think?"

He let his eyes close, waiting for Mairon to talk.

Namo listened carefully to Mairon. He gently held him, a bit surprised to see in his eyes such strong emotions, so strong that his golden eyes were glowing.

He pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, as Mairon laid next to him. "My dearest heart, strength can differ from person to person. I have seen you get back on your feet more times than I can count. I have seen you rise like the sun."

He made a small pause. "And I can understand Melkor's gesture. And you can grieve the loss, should you wish to. I will hold you for as much time as you wish. My arms will always be a safe haven, whenever you wish to."

He held Mairon close, hugging him back. "Should you wish to talk, i shall be here. Right next to you, the one I love with all myself."

[namoinmandos]

Namo felt breathless, as he felt his own body jolt in the release, and his voice scream in haze, pleasure, and delight. And he fell back on the bed tired, breathless, his eyes still clouded and his mind still scrambled by what he had experienced. And somehow, it felt as if that was only the tip of the iceberg that he had touched.

He let himself be cradled against Melkor, a somehow nice situation. He did not feel cold anymore, but he felt warmth. Not the warmth of sunlight, something deep within his own heart. Something unknown.

He pondered. "How am I brave, Melkor? I... I was so... I did not know what..." And he felt tears prickling the corner of his eyes. He had now a million doubts, and yet, in a sense, Melkor was a comforting presence.

He was naked, literally and metaphorically, only covered by Melkor's robes and a blanket. "Perhaps I am that different... Is this something everyone will frown upon? What happens... What happens if I wish for more?"

He had so many questions crowding his mind. Was it wrong, or was it right what they just did? Was it wrong, or was it right wishing for more? Was it wrong or right the feeling he had? He would have to think a lot about it. He felt himself so vulnerable, insecure, clearly not the picture of someone who was supposed to carry on duties of law.

And Namo jolted, letting out a cry of pleasure when he felt Melkor taking him in full, and sucking. He felt light, and now he could hear Melkor's thoughts only, whilst he kept holding onto the horns. "Melkor..." He cried out his name in a moan, as he gasped.

He had never felt like that, and he had never expected that the act would feel like that. He felt his own hear beat, as he felt himself oddly flattered by the praising words Melkor was telling him. He had asked for more, and the other Vala was giving him exactly that.

And then, as he was being sucked harder, he felt pain, fingers inside of him, and he gasped, and felt his eyes getting cloudy with tears. And yet, the sharp pain subsided, slowly changing to more pleasure, as he adjusted. He felt those fingers moving expertly into him, sending him waves of pleasure all over his body, now trembling, but not from cold. "Melkor... Please... More..." He moaned. He thrust his hips looking for the touch, all control now lost in the haze, his blue eyes clouded with tiny tears and his throat gasping for breath.

And then he felt it, the feeling of tightening in his stomach. And he grasped Melkor's head. "Melkor... Please... I am... About to..." He had no words for what he was trying to say.

[namoinmandos]

And Namo jolted, letting out a cry of pleasure when he felt Melkor taking him in full, and sucking. He felt light, and now he could hear Melkor's thoughts only, whilst he kept holding onto the horns. "Melkor..." He cried out his name in a moan, as he gasped.

He had never felt like that, and he had never expected that the act would feel like that. He felt his own hear beat, as he felt himself oddly flattered by the praising words Melkor was telling him. He had asked for more, and the other Vala was giving him exactly that.

And then, as he was being sucked harder, he felt pain, fingers inside of him, and he gasped, and felt his eyes getting cloudy with tears. And yet, the sharp pain subsided, slowly changing to more pleasure, as he adjusted. He felt those fingers moving expertly into him, sending him waves of pleasure all over his body, now trembling, but not from cold. "Melkor... Please... More..." He moaned. He thrust his hips looking for the touch, all control now lost in the haze, his blue eyes clouded with tiny tears and his throat gasping for breath.

And then he felt it, the feeling of tightening in his stomach. And he grasped Melkor's head. "Melkor... Please... I am... About to..." He had no words for what he was trying to say.

Namo felt himself being lifted up, barely hearing what Melkor was saying - he surely did not know yet the want, but he felt the need, all concepts now crowding his head and making him lose it more and more.

And as he felt himself on a bed, pinned down, still flinching lightly, he did not oppose Melkor's hungry kiss, he reciprocated it, clumsily, still following Melkor's movements. He felt himself being undressed, as every touch made him jolt in pleasure, and his skin felt cold no more, but rather burning. He grasped at the sheets for dear life, as he moaned, following and pressing himself against Melkor. He felt it again, want, need most of all, he felt himself hard. He felt the need that was making him melt away, all pretense of cold and immobility and care thrown out of the window, metaphorically.

"Melkor... Please..." He uttered his name in a moan, and then he felt it, Melkor's mouth around his tip - warm, it made him open his eyes wide and cry out the loudest of moans, as he unconsciously thrust his hips up. He blindly reached out to Melkor, holding onto something like horns - when did Melkor grow horns, he tried asking himself, but the question was buried in the wave of pleasure he was feeling

More, he found himself thinking in surprise, more, like a thirst that could not be quenched. And he flushed red at his own thoughts, still gasping and moaning and thinking, more.

He'd need to rethink his choices, but that would be for later, whatever this would bring and however it would go.

[namoinmandos]

Namo felt himself being lifted up, barely hearing what Melkor was saying - he surely did not know yet the want, but he felt the need, all concepts now crowding his head and making him lose it more and more.

And as he felt himself on a bed, pinned down, still flinching lightly, he did not oppose Melkor's hungry kiss, he reciprocated it, clumsily, still following Melkor's movements. He felt himself being undressed, as every touch made him jolt in pleasure, and his skin felt cold no more, but rather burning. He grasped at the sheets for dear life, as he moaned, following and pressing himself against Melkor. He felt it again, want, need most of all, he felt himself hard. He felt the need that was making him melt away, all pretense of cold and immobility and care thrown out of the window, metaphorically.

"Melkor... Please..." He uttered his name in a moan, and then he felt it, Melkor's mouth around his tip - warm, it made him open his eyes wide and cry out the loudest of moans, as he unconsciously thrust his hips up. He blindly reached out to Melkor, holding onto something like horns - when did Melkor grow horns, he tried asking himself, but the question was buried in the wave of pleasure he was feeling

More, he found himself thinking in surprise, more, like a thirst that could not be quenched. And he flushed red at his own thoughts, still gasping and moaning and thinking, more.

He'd need to rethink his choices, but that would be for later, whatever this would bring and however it would go.

And Namo surrendered to the feeling - so easily he had come undone underneath Melkor's touch, so much for trying to hold himself to a sliver of countenance. He was now at Melkor's mercy, and he was not opposing it, taken by the whirlwind of emotions he had been fully unaware that he had.

He let his head be turned and felt the kiss on his lips, deeper and deeper, and in a haze he followed each movement, now moaning loudly and unable to hold back any sound, every touch sending electric waves across his body, his own heart beating faster and faster.

And when he felt pressure on his sex, he gasped, his eyes wide open, his body shaking with a sort of pleasure he had never felt, his hips searching for that touch. He felt want, he felt craving. And he looked at Melkor with clouded eyes, barely making sense of what he was hearing. And Melkor looked unstoppable, and beautiful, and perhaps he started to get at least one of the many things he did not know.

Beauty, the kind Melkor was talking about, and in a shaky voice he said: "I know... Not... if this is fear, or something else... But please..." and his voice failed. But where voice could not reach, thought did. Do not stop.

And he felt neither cold nor hot, just craving and wanting for something, someone.

[namoinmandos]

And Namo surrendered to the feeling - so easily he had come undone underneath Melkor's touch, so much for trying to hold himself to a sliver of countenance. He was now at Melkor's mercy, and he was not opposing it, taken by the whirlwind of emotions he had been fully unaware that he had.

He let his head be turned and felt the kiss on his lips, deeper and deeper, and in a haze he followed each movement, now moaning loudly and unable to hold back any sound, every touch sending electric waves across his body, his own heart beating faster and faster.

And when he felt pressure on his sex, he gasped, his eyes wide open, his body shaking with a sort of pleasure he had never felt, his hips searching for that touch. He felt want, he felt craving. And he looked at Melkor with clouded eyes, barely making sense of what he was hearing. And Melkor looked unstoppable, and beautiful, and perhaps he started to get at least one of the many things he did not know.

Beauty, the kind Melkor was talking about, and in a shaky voice he said: "I know... Not... if this is fear, or something else... But please..." and his voice failed. But where voice could not reach, thought did. Do not stop.

And he felt neither cold nor hot, just craving and wanting for something, someone.

Namo felt his throat dry,as he let himself be guided by Melkor, an overall daring decision that was setting off all sorts of worries. And yet.

And yet.

He was not stopping Melkor, his own curiosity having the best of him. He didn't know what he wanted, he thought he was not supposed to want, but the sensation that was crawling under his skin, now amplified by Melkor's touches, was telling him, and Melkor, otherwise.

"I... I know not..." Namo's voice was but a trembling whisper, as he jolted from the strokes, his breath ragged.

Not in control, he thought as he heard Melkor's low, mellow voice talk. Not hurt.

And then he heard Melkor's faint moan against his ear, and he grabbed his arm, tilting his head back and gasping, almost moaning, again, his own head spinning.

Want. Crawling sensation.

"Melkor... I... Please..." His shaky voice was a moaning murmur. He had no words to explain. He knew for sure sure that if the next touch would come, he would fall out of control.

And he would not oppose it.

[namoinmandos]

Namo listened carefully to Mairon. He gently held him, a bit surprised to see in his eyes such strong emotions, so strong that his golden eyes were glowing.

He pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, as Mairon laid next to him. "My dearest heart, strength can differ from person to person. I have seen you get back on your feet more times than I can count. I have seen you rise like the sun."

He made a small pause. "And I can understand Melkor's gesture. And you can grieve the loss, should you wish to. I will hold you for as much time as you wish. My arms will always be a safe haven, whenever you wish to."

He held Mairon close, hugging him back. "Should you wish to talk, i shall be here. Right next to you, the one I love with all myself."

Namo smiled. Mairon matched him perfectly - worried as much as he was. He pressed a soft kiss on Mairon's forehead. "Worry not too much about me. I have been dutifully taking care of myself too. I would not want you to feel sad."

And indeed he had done so, whilst taking care of Mairon. "I shall lay next to you, and speak. I am not tired, only worried, as ever. About you, about the events occurred. And those that still need to happen."

He laid next to Mairon, leaving the chair - the bed indeed felt more comfortable, and yet he took minimal space for himself, wnting to give Mairon enough comfort. "My tears have nearly dried out. I may have held a bit onto guilt."

He lowered his head, frowning just lightly. "I am sorry I could not do more for you, for your plea. I truly am, my love. I am sorry for all the pain you went through." He said those words in a murmur. "But I am also so very proud of you. You are so strong, and I am proud of being able to be at your side."

His tone was genuine, there was no shadow of a doubt. He loved Mairon and he would do anything for him.

[namoinmandos]

Namo felt his throat dry,as he let himself be guided by Melkor, an overall daring decision that was setting off all sorts of worries. And yet.

And yet.

He was not stopping Melkor, his own curiosity having the best of him. He didn't know what he wanted, he thought he was not supposed to want, but the sensation that was crawling under his skin, now amplified by Melkor's touches, was telling him, and Melkor, otherwise.

"I... I know not..." Namo's voice was but a trembling whisper, as he jolted from the strokes, his breath ragged.

Not in control, he thought as he heard Melkor's low, mellow voice talk. Not hurt.

And then he heard Melkor's faint moan against his ear, and he grabbed his arm, tilting his head back and gasping, almost moaning, again, his own head spinning.

Want. Crawling sensation.

"Melkor... I... Please..." His shaky voice was a moaning murmur. He had no words to explain. He knew for sure sure that if the next touch would come, he would fall out of control.

And he would not oppose it.

Namo looked at Melkor carefully, trying to read between each line. He felt that something was going on, but he had not that much of experience in this. He stil felt his own heart beating loudly, although he seemed to have recomposed himself enough. "That is an interesting point of view." He commented matter-of-factedly, his voice neutral.

He felt Melkor's gaze on him and it took all his willpower to not avert his own eyes. He decided not to linger, but it seemed that Melkor indeed wished to talk about the feelings he had elicited from Namo earlier. And he was a guest, after all.

"I feel... Confused. Perhaps in doubt." He had caught the unsaid part in Melkor's request and he did not know what to do with it.

And then, Melkor tapped his thight with a hand as he took Namo's hand with the other. Was he inviting him to sit on him? No, not inviting, not even requesting, ordering. And this fortress was not his realm, he could not freely refuse.

And he complied, uncertainly, holding his robes closed around himself. "I feel... As if I do not know how to respond."

And he felt again the slight sensation of hot and cold, red flushed cheeks and unmovable cold body trying to hold everything in.

[namoinmandos]

And because I sometimes do not read assignments correctly, here's the one for Mel and Namo!

do i ship our characters together?: yes | no | not yet but maybe soon

would i like to ship with you?: yes | maybe, i'm willing to try | no

type of relationship i could see: childhood or high school sweethearts | exes | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits

tropes i'd enjoy writing for them: friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love | grumpy and sunshine | star-crossed lovers | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship

would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between(anything goes with them <3)

what now?: let's plot something | send me shippy memes | i'll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i'll write you a random starter (same as above <3)

anything else i want you to know about me / my character / my shipping habits: (I ship chemistry, and these two are so fun to see together, in every sense! I wanna see where this is going!)

Can you please do the ship meme for Mel and Mai? No rush or pressure, I would just love to see what you think ♥️

So, Mel and Mai :D

EDIT: Namo and Mai, sorry <3

do i ship our characters together?: yes | no | not yet but maybe soon

would i like to ship with you?: yes | maybe, i'm willing to try | no

type of relationship i could see: childhood or high school sweethearts | exes | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits

tropes i'd enjoy writing for them: friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love | grumpy and sunshine | star-crossed lovers | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship

would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between (anything goes with them <3)

what now?: let's plot something | send me shippy memes | i'll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i'll write you a random starter (same as above <3)

anything else i want you to know about me / my character / my shipping habits: (I ship chemistry, and honestly these two have surpassed my wildest expectations <3 they are PERFECT for each other)

[namoinmandos]

Can you please do the ship meme for Mel and Mai? No rush or pressure, I would just love to see what you think ♥️

So, Mel and Mai :D

EDIT: Namo and Mai, sorry <3

do i ship our characters together?: yes | no | not yet but maybe soon

would i like to ship with you?: yes | maybe, i'm willing to try | no

type of relationship i could see: childhood or high school sweethearts | exes | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits

tropes i'd enjoy writing for them: friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love | grumpy and sunshine | star-crossed lovers | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship

would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between (anything goes with them <3)

what now?: let's plot something | send me shippy memes | i'll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i'll write you a random starter (same as above <3)

anything else i want you to know about me / my character / my shipping habits: (I ship chemistry, and honestly these two have surpassed my wildest expectations <3 they are PERFECT for each other)

[namoinmandos]

Namo looked at Melkor carefully, trying to read between each line. He felt that something was going on, but he had not that much of experience in this. He stil felt his own heart beating loudly, although he seemed to have recomposed himself enough. "That is an interesting point of view." He commented matter-of-factedly, his voice neutral.

He felt Melkor's gaze on him and it took all his willpower to not avert his own eyes. He decided not to linger, but it seemed that Melkor indeed wished to talk about the feelings he had elicited from Namo earlier. And he was a guest, after all.

"I feel... Confused. Perhaps in doubt." He had caught the unsaid part in Melkor's request and he did not know what to do with it.

And then, Melkor tapped his thight with a hand as he took Namo's hand with the other. Was he inviting him to sit on him? No, not inviting, not even requesting, ordering. And this fortress was not his realm, he could not freely refuse.

And he complied, uncertainly, holding his robes closed around himself. "I feel... As if I do not know how to respond."

And he felt again the slight sensation of hot and cold, red flushed cheeks and unmovable cold body trying to hold everything in.

Namo finally was back to the relative safety of the armchair. He felt dizzy, confused, flustered. What happened, he did not know. He just sat there, breathless, trying to recompose himself, the sensation of cold and hot together on his skin still present.

He watched as Melkor paced in front of him and then sat back on the other armchair. He shifted slightly, as he felt his own heartbeat slowly become steady.

There was something in Melkor, something that felt like joy, like satisfaction, but again he was now questioning everything, himself included.

"Indeed it appears that I do not know many things." His voice felt less shaky, a bit more calm, but still a bit breathless. "And beauty, you say? Is it not something ephemeral?" Namo, by purpose, represented the cold stone of law. And yet, here he was.

The blizzard outside seemed to have subsided, and yet it didn't seem like he would be going away.

Melkor, somehow, had made that one intention clear. "Am I correct in assuming I shall be staying here for the night?" he asked, a tinge of uncertainty in his tone.