[He would never understand how he had perfected the ability to look both used and unbelievably attractive at the same time. That golden hair framed him like a halo, the tempting line of his jaw, the sweet pink that brushed over perfect skin. As Adar looks at him through half-closed eyes, still catching his breath, he cannot help but marvel at him even though he has seen his beauty for centuries. The only light in this dark place that didn't flicker out.
His thumb brushes against the side of Sauron's hand where he still has it pressed into the bed as he slowly draws himself free of Sauron and then presses a kiss to the tip of that perfect ear.]
I wish you would have told me we were quarrelling at all. [He says, softly, and sighs.] Forget it. It is done.
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His thumb brushes against the side of Sauron's hand where he still has it pressed into the bed as he slowly draws himself free of Sauron and then presses a kiss to the tip of that perfect ear.]
I wish you would have told me we were quarrelling at all. [He says, softly, and sighs.] Forget it. It is done.