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Melkor
from Tolkien's Legendarium && The Silmarillion

Est. June 2015

Remade on April 2016
Previously Silmarxls

Status: semi to full hiatus indefinitely

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18+, NSFW themes might occur often.
Written by: Kai

inactive as of 2/7/16
it's what your wings were made for.

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Fel laughed softly and shook his head, “I don’t think I can..” He looked up at the other again, “I’m cold.” He moved his hand closer to the boy’s coffee, letting himself feel the cold and causing the air to dry out and the coffee to go cold, even from a distance of a few inches. 

“Yeah, it is a little chilly in here-” Liam was cut off by the sudden chill he was given, and his coffee no longer gave off any warmth, either. He shuddered, looking up at Fel with wonder. “Woah..did you…?” he asked quietly, tentatively reaching out to feel the other’s cold hand.

Fel pulled his hand away from him before he could touch it. “Yes..” He tapped his fingertips against the small tabletop and looked down. “You shouldn’t touch..” It was something he heard a lot in his childhood and it stuck with him. 

Liam furrowed his brows and pulled his hand away, frowning slightly. “Oh..” he murmured. He rubbed his hands together out of both nervousness and chilliness, thinking to himself silently for a moment. Liam thought about his wings, thought that he could trust Fel and tell him, but this was something he always thought as a no-no. He didn’t think he could ever trust anyone. “Well..now that you’ve shown me that..I feel like there’s something I-I could show you in return.” He started to stammer as he spoke nervously. “Yeah, I’m pretty weird, too.”