leaping flame in hand (Chapter One)
He saw the guilt on their faces every time they caught themselves, that knife-sharp regret that tainted every moment spent in his company. So no, he could not blame them for not asking him to stay. He hoped that they, in turn, did not blame him for leaving. Even if abandoning them for a wintry wasteland felt as though he was punishing them for being afraid.
The Amlach/Maedhros fic I've been talking about for ages (well part one of two at least). Have you ever met two people who are both fucked up in different ways and are processing it in the worst way possible (or almost worse)? That's them. Also I'm holding @nycterisg responsible for putting this ship in my brain
I would say someone needs to get them help but I think they're fun like this.
