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flowercrowngods · 11 months

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day 07: free space a happy ending

Wakefulness embraces him so slowly and gently that Steve’s not entirely sure he isn’t dreaming when he sees Eddie lying next to him, watching him with an easy smile as his fingers tap out a slow beat on his pillow. Steve looks at him, blinking away the remnants of sleep, not quite daring to do anything more than that for fear of it being a dream after all, scared that Eddie would disappear if Steve reached out to touch.

But then Eddie’s smile widens. “Good morning, sunshine.”

Steve gasps a little and moves his hand to Eddie’s cheek, tucking a few strands of hair behind his ear, his breath hitching when Eddie leans into the touch.

“You’re here,” he whispers, his gaze wandering over Eddie’s features, taking it all in and looking for any indication that this is a dream.

Eddie hums. “And you’re pretty.”

It hits him out of nowhere, the open sincerity in Eddie’s voice, the fondness in his eyes, the honesty in everything about him. The love, open and free now — or getting there, at least. It’s still so raw, though, so new, that Steve doesn’t know how to handle it yet.

“Shut up,” he huffs once he’s caught his breath, rolling over to hide his face and the way his cheeks are heating up. He rolls right into Eddie's chest, though, and he's so warm, so close, smells so good that Steve wants nothing more than to bury his face in his neck and stay there for the rest of the morning. Or maybe the rest of his life.

The reflex to pull away is there. The urge to run and hide, to laugh it off, to freeze up and find something else to do, something to occupy his hands and stop them from reaching for Eddie. Years and years of muscle memory telling Steve to leave.

But Eddie's arms come around him, holding him close and pulling him even closer. And Steve breathes him in, remembering that it can be okay. Remembering that they get a chance now.

Remembering the words.

What are you doing?

Changing the world.

So he tries that, too. Changing the world. He tries by winding his arms around Eddie, too, and breathing in again and again, learning that Eddie won't disappear if he does.

Slowly, he dares to move his arms, stroking along Eddie's back in slow, gentle patterns, lulling himself into a safety he hasn't felt in a while. Maybe ever. At some point Eddie begins to hum, and Steve thinks that it's just another one of his audible smiles, inviting Steve and the rest of the world to join in if they're so inclined. But then he detects a familiar melody in the vibrations of Eddie's neck against his skin, and he holds his breath to find out what it is.

His heart jumps when he recognises the song as one he used to listen to on repeat like a lovesick fool around the time his feelings for Eddie turned into something more, something better, something infinitely worse.

It skips and he forgets how to breathe as he lets his hands travel over Eddie's back, slowly and tentatively daring to slip underneath his shirt and touch his skin.

Eddie begins to sing, then, and Steve wonders if he's even been in love with him before, because nothing of what he's ever felt compares to Eddie's gentle, hoarse, sleep-rough voice as he sings Somebody to Steve, to their little bubble, or to the world outside.

"I want somebody to share, share the rest of my lifeShare my innermost thoughts, know my intimate details."

He closes his eyes as he listens, focusing on the vibrations, on the warmth, on the closeness, on how this moment is everything he's never even dared to want. Everything so perfect that he couldn't even dream it up.

Everything. You're everything.

He needs to be closer still, so be buries his nose in Eddie's neck and breathes him in, tangling their legs, filled with a breathless kind of joyful bliss when Eddie's breath hitches, too, and he stumbles over the words of the second verse as Steve tries to climb into his skin.

"I want somebody who cares for me passionatelyWith every thought and with every breath."

You have me, Steve thinks, pressing his lips to Eddie's pulse point. It's not a kiss, not quite. It's something deeper. It's a promise.

Eddie's hands come up to hold him there even as his voice carries through the drumbeat of Steve's heart in his throat, running fingers through his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp, making him purr along to the melody.

"But when I'm asleep I want somebodyWho will put their arms around me and kiss me tenderlyThough things like this make me sickIn a case like this, I'll get away with it."

When the song ends, Eddie's words faded out, replaced once again by the gentlest silence, Steve feels raw. Vulnerable. Open and exposed. But he also feels safe, and loved, buried in Eddie's skin and held there, as though Eddie is just as scared of fading away as Steve is.

He lifts his head just slightly, enough to meet Eddie's eyes – only to find that they're closed, an expression so serene like Steve has never seen before. Mesmerised and overflowing with affection, he reaches out to trace the line of his brows, down to his cheeks and all the way to his lips, where his eyes are glued for a second.

The thought of kissing Eddie is right there. The opportunity is, too. But he doesn't. He barely dares to move as it is. But he does roll them over the rest of the way until he lies comfortably on top of Eddie, and tucks his head underneath his chin, finding one of his hands and lacing their fingers.

"You've got him," he breathes eventually. "That somebody. If you—“

"Yes," Eddie says, his other hand finding its way to the nape of Steve's neck to play with his hair again. "I want."

"Good." It's lame; far from what he wants to say. From what he has already said last night. It feels like they're doing this backwards, starting with the I love you and catching up with the slow build-up afterwards. "Good. Me, too."

"Good," Eddie hums, and there's that smile again that Steve can't help but mirror.

They fall asleep again like that even though it’s already late in the morning; cuddling and holding and cradling each other, still trembling slightly. Maybe that's what changing the world will do to you. Maybe that's the bravery more than the love.

Or maybe it's just Steve and Eddie. Steve and Eddie. SteveandEddie.

I love you.

~*~

It takes a bit for Steve to relearn loving Eddie. To not associate it with tragedy and sadness and a bone-deep loneliness that'll leave him breathless even on the best of days.

It takes a while for Steve to learn a whole new kind of breathlessness, a whole new kind of aching when it comes to Eddie.

And Eddie's not much better than Steve, pulling away when Steve wants him closer, swallowing his words and needing a second, third, fourth try until he learns that he gets to love Steve now.

Years of unrequited love, or feelings unreturned, of words put out into the universe with no one to receive them, are not easily or quickly unwritten. But every time Steve's breath gets lodged in his throat and he wants to run away, Eddie is right there to remind him of what they can have now. Every time Steve tries to be a little less of who he really is, Eddie is right there to coax him out of his head with gentle touch and a lot of hugs.

Every time Eddie starts to doubt himself and all the ways he makes Steve the happiest person on the planet, Steve is right there with the words he only has for Eddie. Words that don't get stuck anymore. Words that finally get a recipient.

~*~

Their first kiss, the first real kiss, doesn't happen that first morning. They spend the first week only holding each other, barely wanting to let go, hiding their vulnerabilities within each other.

Steve is worried about it at first, seeing Eddie so quiet, so reverent, lacking his usual cheer, his energy and snarky comments. He asks about it one night, ready to prove right that he isn't and can never be enough for him, that all he will do is steal the things that make him Eddie.

Eddie stops then, lifting Steve's chin with a finger when he's too scared, too ashamed, too vulnerable to meet his eyes on his own accord.

"Stevie," Eddie says, his voice so gentle that Steve immediately feels stupid for doubting. "I have loved you for ten years. I've had you for three days. Let me bask in it. Let me be unable to be myself with how absolutely and utterly overcome I am with the knowledge that I have you now. That I get to hold you. That I get to kiss you and keep you and... God. I'm not unhappy. I'm so much the opposite of that that I'm not sure there's a word for it. Other than devoted. Smitten. Bewitched, body and soul."

Steve wants to kiss him then. Almost does, with the way they're just staring at each other, breathing the same air —air that smells like Eddie now. In the end, Eddie just holds him, brushing a kiss to his cheek, his forehead, his temple, and whispers, "Let me bask in it."

And so they do.

Wayne called Eddie not long after with the words, "Chrissy just told me the wedding's off. Please tell me that means what I think it means."

Eddie just blushed, reaching for Steve, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. "Yeah, I, uh. I finally talked to Steve."

There was a very loud cheer on the other end that made Steve laugh, falling into Eddie's side, holding him tight, a weight falling off his shoulders knowing that Wayne was okay with them.

You know, I always figured it would be you.

No matter what happens, you'll always be a son to me.

It made his eyes sting again, but he basked in the moment and in the knowledge that Wayne was on their side. Always has been, always will be.

"You better come here on Sunday, and bring Robin and Chrissy, too."

"Robs and Chrissy?" Eddie asked.

"Oh, you're in for a treat. I'll see your asses on Sunday, boys."

And with that, he hung up. Steve immediately went to call Robin, hopeful and giddy with Wayne's implication, knowing that Chrissy was Robin's person just like Eddie was his.

"She loves me," Robin said, on the verge of tears, and Steve joined here right then and there. "She's– Steve. She's so– She... God!"

"Yeah," Steve laughed at the ceiling above his bed, grinning because Robin sounded so happy, not even caring that she didn't have the right words for it, because he could hear Chrissy laughing in the background, too. Laughing and saying hi to him and interrupting Robin's ramblings and groans and giggles with kisses that always left her dumbstruck for a good two seconds each time.

When the call ended, he went right back to the living room, where he and Eddie started watching Pride and Prejudice before, and fell right on top of him with a happy, happy smile.

~*~

It happens at Wayne's, exactly one week after Eddie showed up at Steve's in the middle of the night. One week after the phone call. One week after I love you.

It happens in the soft glow of the fairy lights Steve and Eddie helped him put up years ago. I happens after Wayne hugged him tight once more, after he pulled Chrissy to the side and promised her that she's still his kid, that he still loves her, and that he's happy to see her smile like that. After he promised the same to Robin.

It happens when Wayne's inside to refill their drinks and Chrissy and Robin are caught up in each other that they're blind and deaf to the rest of the world. When Steve turns to find Eddie looking at him with the softest, gentlest expression.

"Eddie," he whispers, leaning in to rest their heads together, lacing their fingers and stroking his thumb along Eddie's palm.

"Yeah, baby?"

Baby. It fills him with butterflies, with the urge to scream, to shout from all the rooftops that he loves Eddie, and more importantly, that Eddie loves him back! Baby. Baby.

"I love you."

"Hmm. I love you more."

No, you don't. Just longer. "Can I kiss you?"

He can feel Eddie's little gasp before he leans in even closer, rubbing their noses together, cradling Steve's face with his free hand. "Please," he whispers.

And Steve does. He captures Eddie's lips, pouring into it everything he feels and more. Sealing the promises he's made and all the ones he's yet to make. The promises to love and cherish Eddie. To be brave. To be there. To stay and keep and bask.

It's nothing like their first kiss all those years ago. There is no question behind it this time. Only declarations, only promises, only the beginning of a shared future.

And there are many, many more after this one.

🌷🤍🌷 THE END 🌷🤍🌷

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god i can't believe it's over. i thank you, every one of you, who cheered for me, cried with me, screamed and yelled at me, and stayed with me throughout this past week. i have no words right now other than thank you 🤍🌷 and i hope this is okay

#steddie #steddie fic #steddieweek2023 #steddie week fic #i feel like this one's a bit disjointed but i kinda like that about it?? little snippets that make a happy ending you know??#idk i hope you like it too (i always get anxious about endings tbh catch me vibrating out of my skin)#dio words #i cannot believe it is done. i cannot believe what a ride it's been. i'll find the words for it later i think. first we read. and we bask 🤍#morcantinon i am ENDLESSLY sorry i forgot to tag you even after you sent that wonderful ask please forgive me 😭🤍#i also forget a bunch of people who asked in the reblogs but dear god i hope you find this anyway i am all over the place #i will edit this and work in more chrissy/robin when i post it to ao3. but this is steddie week. and these are 15k words of an au #that happened spontaneously and within 2h each night of me flying by the seat of my pants. xD

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mishoru · 5 months

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Don't you think I look pretty curled up on this bathroom floor?

#when I had the idea for this drawing it was about overcomig/living in spite of mental illness #mainly depression #However #while sketching I started to feel a weird nostalgia for all the nights I did spend on the bathroom floor utterly powerless #hopeless #This sinking pit of sadness in my stomach #that can't quite be described #that is always on the brink of consuming you #truly and fully #That drains the world of all it's color and drops you into a sea of uncertainty from which you can't quite escape #but that you also won't fully drown in #Endlessly suspended in a state of unbreathing but still alive #I haven't had a night like that in a while #If you do know that you are not alone and these nights too will pass.#I copied the text I wrote on instagram I hope that is okay #drawing perspective oof #illustration #art #self portrait #procreate #vent art #overcoming depression #the amazing devil lyrics #personal art

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mrgaretcarter · 11 months

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#ted lasso #tedlassoedit #rebecca welton #hannah waddingham #gifs #my stuff #idk i just needed these two faces isolated into big gifs so i could stare at them endlessly and in detail #she is fully checking him out on the 1st one and the second i like to call *getting hit with memories of last night*#this scene WAS bait and it may or may not have been done to take a piss but im treating it like a little souvenir

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lemondoddle · 7 months

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This is my son cycle k he's aroace he's a bitch and he has a sweet tooth everyone clap for him right now or I'll blow this fucking building up

[I.D. two pencil drawings of kusuo saiki from the shoulders up. In the first drawing he happily eats a spoonful of coffee jelly with a relaxed expression and little flowers around him. In the second drawing he's no longer eating and looking with a half lidded nonplussed expression with "what." Written next to him. End I.D.]

#lane speaks #i watched like 22 eps of this last night and this morning its so fun #I'm endlessly entertained by saiki essentially doing anything for a scooby snack i love it #saiki kusuo #saiki k #the disastrous life of saiki k.#tdlosk

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ericcarrsworshipper · 4 months

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I want him. I need him. Oh baby, oh baby.

If you have any juicy pics of Eric I wanna see em 👀👀👀

#the things I wanna do #the way I wanna smother him in whipped cream #idc what you say im in love with him #id sell my soul for one night with him istg #he would deffo let you lick syrup off his body #i would like to save a horse and ride this (imaginary) cowboy #ive totally not been endlessly scrolling on spacefoxy tumblr #im sorry spacefoxy yoir tumblr is like a treasure trove #eric carr #eric carr the fox #eric the fox #paul caravello

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dirtyoldmanhole · 3 months

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yes it's That throne >:)

(post!possession, YRMR-based strip)

#trying to Finish one panel of this strip every night instead of noodling endlessly over it: the challenge #own art

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bitterflames · 2 months

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rejected dialogues for the second panel of secret tunnel mini comic because Reasons

#idk if this deserves to be in the fandom tags but it definitely deserves to be on this blog #(i did also consider learning how to gif just to stick an endlessly circling buffering symbol in there. water buffalo water buffering.)#i'm having fun at jingyan's expense but like in his defence i would not be able to play it cool either lets be real #if my elegant icy beauty of a strategist came to MY door in the dead of night with his hair down and his throat exposed? uh oh!#vayne's art tag #this is a fundamentally unserious tumblr blog im so sorry.

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hythlodaes · 4 months

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then again, you wrapped your arm around my torso and there was no one else. and there was nothing else. x.

azia @coldshrugs made these stunning shots of emile and estinien and my whole heart is full! tysm <3

insp

#emile/estinien #oc: emile jenidaut #estinien varlineau #wolstinien #ffxiv #and now to gush endlessly #can you believe??????#this is literally SO soft and content and protective and vulnerable #i saw these first thing this morning and i've yet to recover tbh!#this pose is just so unreal #and the lighting and the colors only add to the effect #they both look so comfortable ;-;#and estinien!!! i cry!!!#azia you're literally so talented i still can't believe you did both gposes last night #absolute works of art and i can't thank you enough ♥#also love how when it's just them they look like normal sized guys sdkjfsd

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snzluv3r · 2 months

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fell asleep at 5 am after literal hours of desperate, uncontrollable sneezing fits and woke up this morning with a twitchy, allergic nose…

it’s already a sneezy day and i haven’t even gotten out of bed…lord help us all

#until my entire face stops itching and i can stop wiggling my nose around and muffling sneezes into my sweatshirt #y’all will have to hear me complain endlessly about it #god i’m so itchy #i dump out bleach everyday at work and it’s started making me sneeze recently but yesterday it just added fuel to the allergic fire #and i pretty much started and couldn’t stop #everything is setting me off my nose is so sensitive right now #i’m so glad it’s my day off so i can just rub at it as carelessly as j want i’m so itchy #the amount of hitching and false starts i’ve had just typing these tags omg #yeah it’s going to be a day #my nose is driving me crazy #i ended up muffling my desperate rapid allergic fits into blankets and my sweatshirt for over an hour last night #and god it felt good to just sneeze and sneeze and sneeze even if i was basically suffocating myself trying to muffle them #they were so harsh my voice is raspy this morning #yeah. GOOD MORNING LMAO #self obs

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dovesick · 5 months

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dog of time

#anthro art #furry art #dog furry #sfw furry #artists on tumblr #this dog can control time #day & night #life & death #they’re inconsequential to him #he’s seen so much shit it’s hard to care #but sometimes he falls into the lair of purgatory #& its vast beating wings #i think he’s related to my 2 headed doberman character with endlessly growing legs #i will show u guys that oc sometime #blublublu im gonna pass out #cw smoking #tw death mention #i meeeeeean there’s gravestones & shit

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forgottenfeesh · 4 months

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Just gonna put it out there

(Note this may not make any sense as I’m extremely tired right now :))

I have complete trust in Thomas’s direction with orange side reveal.

Personally I think Logan being the orange side would be cool.

But if he just turned out to just being possessed.

Or even if the Logan foreshadowing is thrown out the window and the orange side is just a normal dark side.

Heck even if it just turns out to be an actual orange and that’s it.

I still trust Thomas to give us the abouslete most dramatic just normal orange moments, make the orange side fit in impeccably yet uniquely with the other darksides, give us the coolest scene and extiensal crisis of Logan being possessed and show the betrayal, hurt and sympathy that the other sides have for Logan being the orange side.

So I’m willing to wait at least a few more years for that, because I know he will work through crisis and life to provide us with the best possible :)

hope i don’t regret posting this in the morning! :)

#logan sanders sides #orange sanders #sanders sides #thomas sanders #my opinion #im too tired for this #im gonna go sleep now #good night y’all impeccably cool fandom #except for the few that endlessly criticise the smallest things especially if you tag him #i Hope you have a bad night #D:

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bakerstreethound · 10 months

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Timezone by Maneskin is giving Rockstar/Band Morpheus AU like him coming back from a tour and ravishing you once he has you in his arms again (and I physically cannot listen to this without thinking about him now 😩)

Alright, so I finally looked at the lyrics to the song and they fit perfectly with your thoughts! I tried to articulate and analyze some parts but I hope you like it! 🙈

Now I know you're sleeping, Where I'm supposed to be in, Wish I could've stayed.

The regret he feels leaving you while deciding to go on tour with his gang. Perhaps you have other obligations like your university program or a demanding job not to mention it turned into a world tour so you haven't seen him in months and ache for him and yearn.

Only thing that keeps us apart. Is seven thousand miles, running like a mad dog, Only thing that keeps us apart, Is a different timezone, So fuck what I'm dreaming, this fame has no meaning, I'm coming home, Only thing that keeps us apart, Is a different timezone.

This part is giving me the movie frame of the couple lying with their back to the door, but with different backgrounds reaching out behind them to find their missing half. Morpheus hasn't slept in days and the crew is on the last leg of the tour and he's losing his mind, the brief calls between you doing nothing to satiate this need for you, how he craves to hold you close, inhale the scent of your shampoo and litter you with thousands of kisses. You feel the same, void and empty without him next to you, your dreams unbearable the quiet of your room doing little to soothe you on those late nights.

Tomorrow I got another plane, I'm not gonna take it, Instead, I'm gonna fly straight to you, I paid double for the tickets, And I don't give a shit about the contracts that I signed, And they can say whatever, we'll be making love, I'm fucking you tonight

Then like you said, Rogue this definitely has the vibe of him busting through the door practically rabid, his muscles flexing in his back top, ripped black jeans and black converse. You're sure your mouth hangs agape but not for long cause he's grasping you like a lifeline and whispering all the things he wants to do to you.

You groan, gasping for air as you break away, knowing you look a complete mess as you were finishing up dinner or work so you toss that aside and pull him to your room like "better get going, yeah? We've got lots to make up for, Morpheus."

The subtle smirk lights his features and his eyes darken as he takes you in nodding in kind as he kisses your hand, before utterly ravishing your lips and pulling you in his arms, holding you so tight while he lays you down on your back, determined. "For you my love, anything."

#roguelov #dream in a band???#endless nights #story inspo #endlessly yours #rockstar dream #morpheus x reader #dream of the endless x reader #the sandman imagine #little dream boat 🌙#the sandman headcanon #mail 💌#answered #one of the wives #my alleyway

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outofangband · 1 month

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For the hc meme game! Húrin: childhood hc and/or quirks/hobbies hc?

From this headcanon ask game here!

Childhood HCs

I made sure to mention Aerin several times 🩵🩵

-Him and Aerin both performed feats on horseback during the Hadorian summer festivals, when they were in their early teens. Húrin had a black mare named Daring (in the Hadorian language), Aerin had a copper colored horse named Sunset with white splotches on its brow (though you knew that part!!). He came in second the year he was thirteen.

-Húrin was taller than Huor until he was fourteen and Huor was eleven. He was incredibly sulky about this for a few months especially when people would ask who was older or assume Huor was. Out of his family including extended family (who he had close contact with), the height order is this, from tallest to shortest: Huor, Galdor, Glóredhel, Indor, Haldir, Aerin, Húrin, Hareth (did not include OCs such as Aerin’s mother Limmiel here)

My personal HC is that Lalaith would have taken after Húrin in height had she survived

-I love the canon detail of him and Huor having races. I imagine Húrin even as a child taking honor seriously and refusing to trip his little brother or push him out of the way, ninety nine percent of the time.

-Huor was a picky eater but Húrin was very adventurous and loved to try new things.

Quirks/hobbies

-I know this is canon but I love that Húrin plays the harp. It’s only mentioned once in the most heartbreaking context, when he breaks his harp after Lalaith’s death, but I HC that it’s one of his favorite forms of relaxation. He knows how to play in both elven and Hadorian styles. After Lalaith’s death it’s a year or so before he’s able to play again but he does start to.

He has a medium pitched singing voice and learns tunes quickly.

-Other hobbies include rhetoric and language, whittling, sparring, and occasional grappling

-Húrin talks in his sleep. Mostly nonsense, just bits of whatever he’s dreaming about. I like to imagine that in Angband someone was literally tasked with writing anything down that he said in case it had any relevance to Gondolin. After all, the endless interrogation would have made it more likely that he would dream of the city or of Turgon.

Needless to say I doubt they got much in this way.

I’m very attached to giving characters sleeping quirks. Húrin talks, Morwen occasionally sleepwalks, Aerin kicks out in her sleep because she dreams about horses, etc. (and that’s without even getting into the trauma related sleeping quirks!)

#the silmarillion #musing and meta #the children of húrin #Húrin #Aerin #I think Húrin does actually like rhetoric and debate and stuff #I think sometimes debate with Morwen is endlessly frustrating bordering on miserable and sometimes it’s a foreplay of sorts #given how bad Tolkien was with math do you guys think it’s possible that Niënor was conceived the night they had the conversation about #the battle outcome?#I’m joking sort of but it would be kind of funny #Morwen

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