bakerstreet | warmed up.

warmed up.

This was never supposed to happen.

You're not the average person, going doe-eyed and soft for anyone and everyone. Perhaps you're not even a person: you're of another species, an angel, an alien, a demon, something beyond human emotions. Or, if you are as human as human could be, you tend towards coldness; you could be just a naturally cool personality, a person with a cause that you’ve forsaken all else for, someone who’s repressed all emotions for personal or safety reasons, or even an individual trained or brainwashed to be blank and calculating. Details.

No matter what, this was never supposed to happen.

At best, you were meant to be uninvolved. Just a casual, unaffected observer, or someone unaffiliated with them. At worst, they were intended to be a target for you. At neutral? Well, you're not supposed to know or care about them. Certainly, you weren't intended to love (love?) the way they make you feel, the way they smell, their face. You shouldn't want to know how it feels to touch them; you shouldn't want to know what it would be with them forever.

Above all else, you should not be having sex with them, the most heated of all actions. Whether it be the first time or the hundredth time you've had sex, this is the first time you're body's felt like it might catch fire, as if intercourse is an emotion rather than a sensation. No matter if they're gently guiding the way or you're taking charge, you're realizing the inevitable - you're in love with them.

It's too late for you to freeze yourself once again. You've already warmed up beyond measure by all that they've shown you. Will you admit to that or harden your heart as much as you can?

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[open to cross-canon.]

Who better to warm the air itself than a stubborn flame? Mairon has discovered a more tangible form as of late and he is standing, head tipped back to watch the clouds drifting lazily overhead. As beautiful as the sky can be - especially on clear days like this - Mairon has little interest in it. He is looking...

Searching...

For wings... For a form so beautiful that his heart feels like it stops each time he catches a glimpse of the owner...

Eonwë. The Maia of Fire has worked hard to be more than flame - Aulë helped him choose a pleasing body - and now he wants his fellow Maia to see. Maybe... Maybe he will be good enough now. Maybe Eonwë will be closer to him than ever.