[This part he has always hated. To be shown himself in front of his master, his maker, to compare himself to the beauty that could be anything he wanted? It was cruel when he was stuck like this, when he couldn't do anything about it nor even really express how it upset him without risking anger and more mutilation.
Yet he bears it without flinching, watching Sauron in the mirror and helping him take off what he wishes until they are skin to skin. He doesn't even fuss or fret when his eyes are covered or the heat burns through him. His lip is caught in his teeth and pressed white, and fear makes his heart race more than the pain of it but he barely whimpers. He just accepted whatever it was that Sauron wanted to do to him.
It's not like he could run, especially now.
When he is allowed to see again, he is so shocked that he steps back away from the mirror and fully into Sauron before he looks down at himself, hands running over his skin, his hair, and his face, he even runs his fingers over his ears, no longer knicked and scarred like a barn cats. Sauron is still more beautiful when he sees him again in the mirror, but he was maia and that would always be so.
Adar's smile is radiant as he looks over himself again. He liked to pretend he wasn't vain, but that didn't mean he didn't miss looking in the mirror and seeing himself. Turning, he throws his arms around his master's neck, pulling him into a kiss.]
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Yet he bears it without flinching, watching Sauron in the mirror and helping him take off what he wishes until they are skin to skin. He doesn't even fuss or fret when his eyes are covered or the heat burns through him. His lip is caught in his teeth and pressed white, and fear makes his heart race more than the pain of it but he barely whimpers. He just accepted whatever it was that Sauron wanted to do to him.
It's not like he could run, especially now.
When he is allowed to see again, he is so shocked that he steps back away from the mirror and fully into Sauron before he looks down at himself, hands running over his skin, his hair, and his face, he even runs his fingers over his ears, no longer knicked and scarred like a barn cats. Sauron is still more beautiful when he sees him again in the mirror, but he was maia and that would always be so.
Adar's smile is radiant as he looks over himself again. He liked to pretend he wasn't vain, but that didn't mean he didn't miss looking in the mirror and seeing himself. Turning, he throws his arms around his master's neck, pulling him into a kiss.]