Northstar Vale – did it forge a love that you might have never found? (chl.)

wrap up post. <3

the press of his weight upon her slender shoulders and spine appears to have done the trick. her thrashing stills and she becomes complacent like beneath him. if there was any other time he can remember being so forceful in his dominance it was not a happy memory; it came at the cost of severing a sister from his family as if that were enough to rip her blood out of his own. he had threatened to kill her; had wanted to kill her. melkor, for all his might, does not like the unearthed curse of a memory that this position gives him and so teeth retract and he moves from her.

yet utters no apology as he looks down upon his lover pressed upon the dirty snow. he stands by his demand of her: to share the power of sovereignty with him. he took no joy in dominating the fey queen; takes no joy in seeing her kneeled before him like a common housemaid. ❝go and rest tonttu. i will handle the borders and wake you if anything dire happens.❞ though he finds the occurrence of that unlikely.