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[might_arisen]

*turns up from wherever he's been, looking particularly pleased with himself*

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[_thuringwethil]

*takes a break from her maternal duties and manifests before you*

[might_arisen]

*grins*

You're looking ... different.

[_thuringwethil]

*smirks slightly*

Therein lies a tale.

Annatar has a son.

[might_arisen]

*reels*

HOW???

[_thuringwethil]

Vana. She wanted a child, he was happy to oblige. Annatar has actually fathered two children, but the daughter remains with her and nobody but us know about his son.

Are you alright, my lord?

[might_arisen]

*gobsmacked*

Vana let Annatar screw her? Vana knows about sex?

[_thuringwethil]

Fuck knows what the vapid bint was thinking.

[might_arisen]

*shakes his head in bafflement*

Fuck, he must have been desperate.

*evil gleam*

[_thuringwethil]

*raises an eyebrow*

And what's that look for?

[might_arisen]

Oh, just wondering what could be done with such desperation...

[_thuringwethil]

*smirks*

True enough. Although it's intriguing whatching the little darling bastard grow into his strength...

[might_arisen]

More minions! I'd never thought of brats that way before.

[_thuringwethil]

Well it seems to have worked for Feanor... look at him. Two generations in and they're about to take over in terms of numbers.

*spits*

[might_arisen]

ASJHJHJDSFS!

Don't mention that name.

[_thuringwethil]

Sorry, dearest.

But yes... that idea DOES have its merits.

[might_arisen]

*smirks*

I like MERITS.