Anonymous asked: ""May i touch your hair?""

masterofthefates:

masterofthefates:

*frowns*
"Last time I let one of your grey kin near me I was turned into Manwe. Take off your hood first."


"Aw, thank you," Melkor smiled and relaxed a bit. He liked to be taken care of.

"I simply wash it with a shampoo that Thuringwethil invented. I’m not sure what herbs she puts into it but it works nicely for me. I can give you some if you want," he offered.

She shook her head. ” no, it’s alright..” Arien sighed.

"I just wanted to know what you would do if rejected.."

Melkor thought for a moment.
"I think I would blow something up," he decided. "Like a vase. Or a barn. Or maybe a mountain. It usually makes me feel better."

"Like an ainur….." She grinned, running her fingers through his hair. "Are you combustible? Just curious."

 zepowderroom asked: "Hai mairon mun I was wondering if it was okay to send my arien to you :)"

maleficradiance:

arienablaze:

maleficradiance:

 

maleficradiance:

HI yes

"Just… Ask him if he likes me or not, in return, like I want to know for sureeeeeeeee." Arien mumbled once more, clinging to his waist tighter and tighter.

"Do itttttttttt. Pleaseeeeeeee?" She begged in her annoying-little-sister voice. "Or I’ll ask Melkor to do it. And we both know how he is."

He supposed there was some comfort in that someone knew.

"You mean dreamy and perfect.." he joked quietly, smiling once more. "Oh, no, you must mean violent and impulsive!"

She smacked him on the back of his head gently.

"I have eyes, I know what goes on. Look, I am happy for you okay? I just want to be happy for me too! CAN’T YOU SEE HOW CONFUSED I FEEL IN ALL THIS? SHALL I LIGHT THE WAY FOR YOU? I HAVE PLENTY OF LIGHT," she sobbed and yelled; tears seeming like magma flowed from her bright garnet eyes.

"You help me, I shut up. Do we have a deal?" She pouted and narrowed her eyes; swaying from side to side on each foot.

He cried out in pain, covering his ears for a few moments and nodding.

In a wave of black flames Melkor appeared, pulling Mairon into his arms and scowling at the other maia. “Do not scream at my sensitive little baby!”

Mairon frowned at this. “You’re so embarrassing.” 

"I was not screaming," she paced around in a circle. "Your precious baby? Awwww, that’s so cute Mairon, " the sides of her lips curled upwards.

"Vana would love to know the details."

 Anonymous asked: ""May i touch your hair?""

masterofthefates:

masterofthefates:

*frowns*
"Last time I let one of your grey kin near me I was turned into Manwe. Take off your hood first."

He looked uncertainly at the fiery Maia.

"Oh… All right, you can do it. I like to braid people’s hair too, but rarely someone does it to me. But please, be careful. Your fire can be hot enough to damage even my hair, and I’d *really* like to avoid it."

Arien nodded, separating his hair into three parts before combing them down properly.

"You have nice hair. What do you put in it? I want some too!" She smiled and squinted her eyes in concentration, trying to control the head in her hands. Pressing each section between two palms, she used her hands like hot irons and gave mairon some victoria secret-esque beach curls.


"Aw, thank you," Melkor smiled and relaxed a bit. He liked to be taken care of.

"I simply wash it with a shampoo that Thuringwethil invented. I’m not sure what herbs she puts into it but it works nicely for me. I can give you some if you want," he offered.

She shook her head. ” no, it’s alright..” Arien sighed.

"I just wanted to know what you would do if rejected.."

heavenlyeros:

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joelmillers:

coldwarqueer:

in russian they dont say “i love you” they say “пожирать плоть капиталистов” which means “we are one and the same” and i think thats beautiful

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 Anonymous asked: ""May i touch your hair?""

masterofthefates:

arienablaze:

masterofthefates:

*frowns*
"Last time I let one of your grey kin near me I was turned into Manwe. Take off your hood first."

Arien rolled her eyes and pulled her cloak off. “I wear this because it is night okay now just let me play with your hair already, before I get all radiating and deep frying.” She crossed her arms.

Tilion’s vagueness stung like a fresh slap. She needed therapy. And therapy sometimes came in the form of braiding melkor’s hair into lovely chignons and stuff. She did not like admitting her feelings to non fiery fëa.

He looked uncertainly at the fiery Maia.

"Oh… All right, you can do it. I like to braid people’s hair too, but rarely someone does it to me. But please, be careful. Your fire can be hot enough to damage even my hair, and I’d *really* like to avoid it."

Arien nodded, separating his hair into three parts before combing them down properly.

"You have nice hair. What do you put in it? I want some too!" She smiled and squinted her eyes in concentration, trying to control the head in her hands. Pressing each section between two palms, she used her hands like hot irons and gave mairon some victoria secret-esque beach curls.

 Anonymous asked: "- inches closer cautiously-"

masterofthefates:

arienablaze:

masterofthefates:

masterofthefates:

*looks around suspiciously*

"Oh," so the Maia did not seem to plan anything including frying him. At least yet. "Sure, if I will be able to…"
Melkor glanced at Arien.
"Tilion?" he slightly tilted his head to the side, a bit like a curious wolf pup, as he used to involuntarily do when interested or confused.
"What’s about him?"

Arien’s eyes wandered about the room before she managed to mumble the words “he’s… Got cheekbones.”

Pursing her lips, she looked back up shamefully.

"Something is wrong with me right?"


Melkor blinked a few times. His hand wandered to his face; the Ainu carefully examined both of his cheeks.
"You know… I’m pretty sure I have them too," he finally announced. "It seems to be something fanar happen to have… why is it bothering you?"

"Yes but I find his cheekbones attractive! " she growled, leaning over him a little more. "Sorry. I should not have done that. Look, I just… I don’t know how to deal with all of this okay! I’m only the bearer of the fruit of Laurelin I can’t also make him like me back! What do I have that he doesn’t? He has the fruit too!" Arien got a little more exasperated as she clutched her face in her hands.

"I don’t understand why I get all red.. More red than now.. When I see him. And I feel less inclined to burn stuff around him you know.."

"I see. Actually I’ve been pretty sure I heard he likes you too," Melkor remembered. "So it’s not true? And maybe he is just shy or something?"
Melkor did not know Tilion enough to be able to tell.


"You know, my knowledge about such things is, well… limited. I don’t think I’ve ever been in unrequited love," he confessed.

Arien grumbled and threw a flaming ball towards the floor before letting out a horrible mangled meowing noise. She hissed, watching the ground sink into a blackened pit.

"Thanks for your help.. I won’t deep fry you." Arien pressed a hasty embrace onto her brother before returning to her post in the sky like an intense ray of orange and red.