texts at midnight

[dancevibes]

The Midnight Texting Meme It's the middle of the night and you're trying to catch some z's — or brooding alone in the alleys, as one does — when your phone dings and suddenly a stranger or a friend is texting you. What could they possibly want at this hour? Is it important? Stupid? Are they drunk or maybe just needy? Do they need help hiding a body??? Pick up your phone and find out! Rules: ● Post with your character's name and canon on the subject line, indicate preferences as needed ● Tag others ● Have fun!

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[callmeadar]

It cannot be...

[eyefire]

Well met, child.
How beautiful and strong you still are.

[callmeadar]

You have not changed much, either. My lord. [Ew.]

[eyefire]

[ He's fab, he knows. Hold applause. ]

Do you miss your home?

[callmeadar]

[Applause duly held. For the rest of time.]

I have made a home of my own.

[eyefire]

Speak of it.

[callmeadar]

It would not interest you.

[It would, but he will not give it up so easily. Not even for Sauron.]

There is no wailing and gnashing of teeth.

[eyefire]

[ Sneaky, evasive. 100% more interested now. ]

You belong with me.
You know that you are mine.

[callmeadar]

I might have once, before... everything.

Your face was like a glimpse of the sun in the dark pits of Angband. But things change, and I no longer need the suns touch.

[eyefire]

A sun can be blinding, its light too harsh.
I am the warmth of the hearth and the rivers of red that shape the land, with soft flames I keep you safe from harm in the icy dark.
I am never far.

[callmeadar]

A very warm poet, still, I see.

My home does not lack warmth. [You're supposed to be super D E A D.]

[eyefire]

[ SURPRISE BITCH BETCHA THOUGHT YOU'D SEEN THE LAST OF HIM!! ]

Look into my eyes and tell me what it does lack.

[callmeadar]

[He is definitely not looking Sauron directly in the eyes. Good way to die.]

Poetry?

[Also a good way to die.]

[eyefire]

[ Soft-voiced, swatting away the barrier between them, he lowers himself to See with a better view of that lowered gaze. Naughty little uruk. ]

Poetry that harks of Cuiviénen, perhaps.

[callmeadar]

[That visibly makes him shudder, unable to control the impulse.]

Perhaps. It is a fair place.

[eyefire]

[ A large hand, bigger than an uruk's (or an elf's) head, brushes its knuckles along a scarred cheek. Embers light beneath Sauron's skin, just bearable. ]

You are fair to me, my child.

[callmeadar]

[The shudder turns into a tremble, and even Adar is unsure of the root of it. It is nauseating and soothing and terrifying all at once to feel his fire so close to him after so long. And it is all utterly wrong.]

You always told me so. [it is hard not to buckle under the weight of his presence, like some memory wants to pull him to his knees for his own good, even as he resists and tries to stand tall]

[eyefire]

It is true.

[ The hand draws back, if only to help those trembles cease. ]

So brave, so well-chosen for your purpose. You have naught to fear from me.

[callmeadar]

[He takes a cautious glance towards Sauron as his hand draws away. Never looking up enough to meet him in the eye, but wary and curious nonetheless. He manages to still his nerves. He did not see anger, but that never meant it was not there.]

You honour me with your words, my lord. [Double yuck.]

[eyefire]

[ Such a twitchy, nervous thing. Whyever can that be ... ? A warm breeze blows Adar's way, encircling him. ]

Loyalty is deserving of no less, is it not?

[callmeadar]

No. It deserves no less. [The edges of his lips twitch, he has gotten too used to being free with his expressions and almost forgets himself.]

You seem well, my lord.

[eyefire]

Very. I intend to travel to a new world.

[ Valar help the poor elves he might find there. ]

And yourself? What of your plans?

[callmeadar]

You have discovered new lands? [That does actually make him look up fully, and once he does he knows flinching away will be a greater curiosity than whatever Sauron is talking about now so he forces himself not to look away again, not immediately.]

Nothing of note. Seeing to the orcs as is my duty.

[eyefire]

[ He lowers his lashes, keeping the burn of his gaze to a minimum. It may still be invasive, but he's too pleased to bother tormenting anyone, already full of enough cheer. His long sleeve sweeps around Adar, minus the touch of a hot hand, just to keep him in a warm shadow. ]

M a n y.

[ The sussuration of his voice drifts with embers on the air. ]

What name do they know you by?

[callmeadar]

Where are these lands?

[How could you miss something you hated? He barely managed to avoid flinching, simply letting Sauron position them as he wished for now. It was not as if he could do otherwise, anyway.]

Adar. [His reply is soft, almost fond. He did love his children very much. His wretched, beautiful children who deserved happiness as much as any other.]