fill: gen, some fili/kili: sinfully (1/2)sospesJanuary 21 2013, 23:00:29 UTC
A/N: Not really a proper fill, but [greed] popped into my head and I had to. Sorry, OP.
[lust] Kili’s young, and he can’t keep his hands to himself. He touches and strokes and kisses, squeezes firm backsides in smoky taverns and teases the unwittingly beautiful to his bed with a laugh and a lingering touch. He knows he shouldn’t, knows his family commands a respect that’s so hard to hang on to in this broken world they live in, knows that he could wreck all they’ve worked for, all they’ve achieved - and he knows oh so well that every time he wakes up sweaty and dishevelled next to some nameless beauty it breaks his brother’s heart into aching, jagged shards. He knows it all, but he never stops. He doesn’t know how.
[gluttony] Gloin wants to eat with a darkness in his heart that even he doesn’t understand, a want that grips him hard, drags him down. He sees the hobbit’s pantry and wants it all, wants it for his wife and his daughter, wants it for little Gimli with his grasping baby hands - but most of all he wants it for himself
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Re: fill: gen, some fili/kili: sinfully (2/2)sospesJanuary 21 2013, 23:01:40 UTC
[sloth] It’s been this way since they failed outside the gates of Moria, since Balin watched his king’s head go rolling by his feet and did nothing. He sits in the circle of the fire’s warmth and lets his brother prowl the perimeter, lets Gloin cook supper, lets Kili laugh and joke and chase Ori around the trees with his brother looking on - and all Balin does is watch and not think. He’s never tired, not anymore-how can he be tired with this eternal slowness in his heart? he never does enough to tire himself out-and he sits by the fire in the darkness of the night, still awake even though it’s not his watch and he remembers Erebor, remembers Azog, remembers that nothing gets better, that he is old and this is what Aule made him to be, that there ceased to be a point to this many years ago.
[wrath] Dwalin has seen too many friends fall with skulls split and limbs lost. He carries their names in his heart, carries them in the tattoos inked into his skin, and every time he dreams of how they cried for their mothers when the end came
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Re: fill: gen, some fili/kili: sinfully (2/2)sospesJanuary 22 2013, 03:01:17 UTC
Good god, this is excellent. The way you use words here is so visceral, so tearing, and I love the brief snaps of the characters you give us here. Amazing. Thank you.
Re: fill: gen, some fili/kili: sinfully (2/2)->OP HeresospesJanuary 23 2013, 09:59:14 UTC
Oh sweet Jesus how do you manage your talent? No, really, looks a full time job! I love the fic and, secretly, I was hoping for some Ori in it ... Well, dammit, in six lines you wrote a whole story for him! Ori's one is definitely my favourite! Quickly followed by Wrath&Sloth! Its all so perfect I can't even say it properly!
Re: fill: gen, some fili/kili: sinfully (2/2)->OP HeresospesJanuary 23 2013, 13:45:26 UTC
Oh, thank you, OP, I'm so glad you liked it! I really love this kind of fic, and so your prompt just made me really happy. And I bet Ori has a he'll of a wicked side... :D Thank you!
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Kili’s young, and he can’t keep his hands to himself. He touches and strokes and kisses, squeezes firm backsides in smoky taverns and teases the unwittingly beautiful to his bed with a laugh and a lingering touch. He knows he shouldn’t, knows his family commands a respect that’s so hard to hang on to in this broken world they live in, knows that he could wreck all they’ve worked for, all they’ve achieved - and he knows oh so well that every time he wakes up sweaty and dishevelled next to some nameless beauty it breaks his brother’s heart into aching, jagged shards. He knows it all, but he never stops. He doesn’t know how.
[gluttony] Gloin wants to eat with a darkness in his heart that even he doesn’t understand, a want that grips him hard, drags him down. He sees the hobbit’s pantry and wants it all, wants it for his wife and his daughter, wants it for little Gimli with his grasping baby hands - but most of all he wants it for himself ( ... )
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It’s been this way since they failed outside the gates of Moria, since Balin watched his king’s head go rolling by his feet and did nothing. He sits in the circle of the fire’s warmth and lets his brother prowl the perimeter, lets Gloin cook supper, lets Kili laugh and joke and chase Ori around the trees with his brother looking on - and all Balin does is watch and not think. He’s never tired, not anymore-how can he be tired with this eternal slowness in his heart? he never does enough to tire himself out-and he sits by the fire in the darkness of the night, still awake even though it’s not his watch and he remembers Erebor, remembers Azog, remembers that nothing gets better, that he is old and this is what Aule made him to be, that there ceased to be a point to this many years ago.
[wrath] Dwalin has seen too many friends fall with skulls split and limbs lost. He carries their names in his heart, carries them in the tattoos inked into his skin, and every time he dreams of how they cried for their mothers when the end came ( ... )
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I love the fic and, secretly, I was hoping for some Ori in it ... Well, dammit, in six lines you wrote a whole story for him! Ori's one is definitely my favourite! Quickly followed by Wrath&Sloth!
Its all so perfect I can't even say it properly!
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