How far have you been?

[groupon]

HOW FAR HAVE YOU GONE? meme



...well, have you done it? Had sex, I mean.

✱ Instead of commenting with the usual, your subject line is reserved for your character's status. Virgin? Canonical slut? Died without ever getting laid? r/ihavesex post subject? Have they gotten to first base?
✱ They can totally lie, btw.
✱ Let the commentary roll in.

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[callmeadar]

[For once they agree on something.

He was never here, you saw nothing.]

[eyefire]

[ "Sauron saw nothing", not a slogan to take the elves by storm, sadly.

He does See you, Adar. His gaze is an uncomfortably hot lamp on your head. ]

[callmeadar]

[ow, ow, fine, fine, he sees. He is seen.]

The question seems beneath you.

[eyefire]

It is, yet there is an answer for it.

[callmeadar]

Yes, there is.

[His memory isn't that selective.]

[eyefire]

[ Those eyes weigh on Adar again. ]

Something on your mind?

[callmeadar]

You, my lord.

[Mostly wondering his reason for answering such a base question.

And trying not to bring the memories up that answer it quite well for him, nor how the weight of the Maia's presence had ever felt when his mood wast not soured.]

[eyefire]

[ Well. That's pleasing enough to hear, whyever it's true. Still, his mood is cool toward the uruk. ]

Any light in the endless dark may prove unforgettable.

[callmeadar]

You were the brightest flame in Angband, that is true. Nothing compared.

[eyefire]

I am astonished the memory stuck.

[callmeadar]

[Look at you, still having a tantrum. Quaint.]

I doubt I have forgotten a single moment of you, my Lord. You made sure you were ever-present, even when I close my eyes.

[eyefire]

[ It's missing Morgoth hours, now he's thinking of Angband. ]

Do you wish it so again?

[callmeadar]

[That's actually worse than a tantrum. Whatever strange sense of love Sauron had twisted out of Adar, the thought of Morgoth brought no such joy.

He wavers slightly, because on the one hand, no. But on the other...]

Yes. Sometimes. [Confessing was better than letting Sauron go digging.]

[eyefire]

[ Morgoth's love is best known when he does away with veiled names and is Melkor, spirit unbridled around the Maia who first chose him for a lord; Sauron is a devoted lieutenant, but Mairon is a devoted soul. He longs for the utter blackness of his lord that only ever allowed his own light to pierce it.

Sigh.

Casting a steady, thoughtful look over Adar, he slowly sweeps open the long sleeve of his robe in invitation. That 'sometimes' is a burr, hard to swallow, but he knows why. ]

[callmeadar]

[At least Sauron had always been closer to comprehensible. Never fully, the maia's mind was his own, but you could see in him patterns and even emotions that in his master had seemed but a black pit. Unforgiving and all but immune to being read, even a little.

Again without realising it, he found himself moving closer at the gesture, slipping into the familiar spot that always had been a sign of his master's good mood... until it was not.

he really had thought these impulses were long dead by now.]

[eyefire]

[ Better to be beside the raging devil than in his path, at least within the curl of his favour Adar won't be roasted alive. Long fingernails brush through dark hair, combing to the nape. ]

Speak the thoughts you had earlier, of perceived impertinence when a question was answered.

[callmeadar]

[That was the better reason. The worse one was that he found some part of him had missed this touch, as much as he rebelled against the very thought.]

When I wondered why you would answer such a question? [This time he is not trying to play, but rather pick out what Sauron had seen and wanted him to be truthful about.] You do not do anything without reason, though it is often known only to you.

[eyefire]

[ Those are some careful stepping-stones being trod to answer him. He can't help but appreciate the trepidation behind them, the warmth of his hand on Adar's back not uncomfortable. ]

If I have an answer and the one doing the asking offends me none, I will be honest.

[callmeadar]

[He had wondered if he was wishing for some elves to overhear and be adequately scandalised, but that seems as likely. His eyes drift half closed as he leans unintentionally into his touch, following the heat as if he had not been burned, many times, by it.]

I was surprised, I suppose.

[eyefire]

[ When are elves not scandalised? ]

Do you have a question for me?

[callmeadar]

[Only when they did not know to whom they spoke.

His eyes open again, distracted from the desire for warmth by Sauron's words. He had many questions, but none of them were fruitful unless he craved heat so much he was willing to be set on fire again.]

No, my lord. [He quit you once, why is doing so again so difficult?] Unless to ask what you would like of me. [Those were old, practised words that had once come from him all the time and easily so. They still flow easily, but they settle uncomfortably in the air around him, like he is not quite sure if he wants to know or not.]

[eyefire]

[ With a soft voice, he decides it's wiser to be generous. He has Seen what will and will not sway Adar, and it's useless to expect true devotion. ]

Command and care for my subjects, as you have taken it upon yourself to do.

[callmeadar]

I would do that anyway. That is not what I meant.

[Where was his careful guarding of his words? It seemed to melt away so close to his (former? current? it was getting murky) master.]

[eyefire]

I cannot know you will do anything better.

[ The self-assigned task, though arrogant in the extreme, does not technically hurt Sauron's intent or plans. Only Adar's ability to follow true orders ... and the doubt is clear in Sauron's light voice, having already debated it. ]

[callmeadar]

[Wherever could he have learnt extreme arrogance from? They must have been an excellent teacher.]

Did you not train me to be your best? [Perhaps that was the problem, in some ways, not just that he had circled back to some strange form of elvishness.]