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You changed me
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| Atonement is, in your eyes, a Sisyphean task. You'll never be able to redeem yourself, no matter if what you did was against your will and only allowed you to survive in a cruel world. Who could understand what you've done or think you could be forgiven when it comes to all your friends? Certainly you never believed redemption, so far away already, could come in the form of a person...or a romantic relationship.
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Bucky Barnes / MCU / OTA
Allison Hargreeves ☂ The Umbrella Academy
Sara Lance | Arrow/Legends of Tomorrow
ruby lucas/red | ouat | ota
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Mollymauk Tealeaf | Critical Role | ota
Percy De Rolo | Critical Role | ota
rey — star wars — ota
Noctis Lucis Caelum | Final Fantasy XV | M/M
Duo Maxwell | Gundam Wing | M/M
Tifa Lockhart | Final Fantasy VII/VIIR | M/F
Jester Lavorre | Critical Role | M/F
Stiles Stilinski | Teen Wolf | M/M
Alina Starkov | Grishaverse | M/F
Trevor Belmont | Castlevania | ota
Naruto Uzumaki | Naruto | OTA
Sadie Adler | Red Dead Redemption series | F/M
Natasha Romanoff | MCU | M/F
Loki Laufeyson | MCU/D+ | M/M 25+
rhaenys martell targaryen | asoiaf/got | ota
Ben Solo | Star Wars | OTA
Alina Starkov | Grishaverse | f/m
Daenerys Targaryen | ASOIAF | f/m
Éowyn | Lord of the Rings | OTA
for hobbitstho
And into that darkness comes the dawn of hope, and in what seems to her only a moment, Gríma Wormtongue is struck down, her brother freed, her uncle restored. Steel rings again in Théoden King's voice, and he stands tall as once he did, speaks at once of riding to the realm's defence. The light shines again through the doors flung open to the air, and though the hour is still dark, still at last she feels she can breathe. It can be no wonder, then, that Éowyn looks upon the men of the Fellowship with wondering eyes, nor that she is attentive to them in all things.
And yet, that same light does not shine in all of them. The man of Gondor holds himself apart, and in him she sees that shadow which for so long has settled in her own heart, that grim despair that has kept her lying awake in the darkness night after night. It aches to see, most of all in one who has himself brought hope.
She seeks him out, as night falls. It is not proper, perhaps, for her to find this grim-faced stranger alone; but then, what can be held truly proper, in such days as these? And it is not with any immodest purpose that she comes to him, though he is handsome and she would be lying to say she has not noticed it; she finds him through concern alone, and with the excuse of a cup of wine, that he need not know she pities him.
"My lord?" Her voice is soft, and despite her efforts, uncertain. "Will you walk with me a pace?"
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Since Gríma Wormtongue fled, the stale smell of the hall has been cleared away, the doors thrown open and light allowed to do its cleansing work. In that light he could not fail to notice Éowyn moving among the newcomers, too lovely for such a grim place. Once he would have sought out a woman as beautiful as this, bade her sit beside him at the feast and chased down the wine of victory with her attention.
It surprises him to see her approach now, as the light fades. He watched the sun go down over the rolling hills from outside the doors of Meduseld, arms folded, thinking he would allow his companions to settle down to rest before he joins them. Many men will stay awake into the night, chasing out the last shadows with their songs; why does she not approach one of them?
He hesitates; then accepts the cup, moving still a little gingerly as he reaches for it. The shoulder heals slowest.
"I will, lady," he says, all courtesy. "...Though I wonder if you would not find better company within."
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"Perhaps," she says softly, at last, "it is not better company that I seek." She eyes him from the corner of her vision, her sad grey eyes searching his face; then looks away with a small sigh, and out at the open plains. "Of late, such feast and cheer wearies me, for the light only makes shadows settle more deeply. To be too much among company is a thing that can make one more alone, when one's thoughts turn to darkness." Lurking just beneath what she says, the unspoken question sent to hang between them: what shadows are those in your eyes? What darkness drives you from the light? She will not ask him direct, not if she can avoid it, for it is not her business - and yet, it feels strangely as though it is her responsibility, at least to give him the chance to speak of it. "Sooner would I speak with one man only, and beneath the sky, where the candles do not burn so bright."
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He looks at her full-on, startled. It is as though she read his heart.
"You and your kin have known dark days," he says. A halting acknowledgment. "...My thoughts, too, have been dark." The truth catches on his tongue. He looks into the cup in his hands. His shoulder aches where the last arrow bit deep, missing his heart by inches. "It is fortunate we came in time to drive some darkness from your halls; my heart was glad to see the Lord of Meduseld take back his place. And yet my mind is not at ease so long as any man, wise though he is, may be so misled. What hope for any lesser man? What hope for the other great men of the world?"
At the sight of Théoden, helpless and overcome, he had not been able to keep himself from thinking of Denethor. It is a familiar fear, made stronger by his own weakness.
"You see-- I am grim company." This he follows with something that gestures at a smile.
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Instead, she takes a moment to be sure that she can smile, and only then looks back at him. "These are grim days," she says softly, "and in them, there is something to be said for honesty." She glances back the way she has come, at the lighted hall and the distant ring of voices. Honesty. It seems to her that all the hope she has is in her own honesty, in the truth of why she has come.
"All I can offer is this: that last night it seemed to me that these doors would never be opened, that all would fall to darkness and ruin ere ever the war reached the walls of Edoras. I have watched the King die, my lord, day by day; seen him fail and slip from me, and known he would not return. Yet there he sits, and will ride to the Hornburg himself again, and if he should die, he will die nobly." And I will remain, to guard the sick and the old, as ever a woman must, and fade to nothing in the shadows of these halls. That bitterness, she will not allow, not in this moment. Honesty must have its ends. "This is the first hope that I have seen in years. Will you not share in it?"
Pietro Maximoff | MCU | OTA