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The woods of the world whose wide mansions yet in darkness dream drowned in slumber, the pathless plains and perilous shores no moon yet shines on nor mounting dawn in dew and daylight hath drenched for ever, far better were these for bold footsteps than gardens of the Gods gloom-encircled with idleness filled and empty days.”

--- Lays of Beleriand, HoMe III

TAGGED BY. @fireinherveins

name: Gaia birthday: November 20th relationship status: Not in a relationship zodiac sign: Scorpio siblings: None pets: None, but I once had bunnies time: 00:47 am (GMT +1) type of phone: I think... it’s a Samsung...? love or lust: Both? Why not both? lemonade or iced tea: Neither, lord spare me. cats or dogs: Cats coke or pepsi: Coke day or night: I’d like to say day but I’m always awake during the night and at this point I don’t even notice the difference anymore. meet a celebrity: I look in the mirror every morning, it’s a nice experience. ...Okay, but on a serious note I met a bunch of actors by chance, and also met Terry Brooks and Ken Follett? And... maybe the current head of state here in Italy counts too. chapstick or lipstick: Lipstick city or country: Both, though it depends on the place exactly. last song you listened to: Harvest of Sorrow by Blind Guardian, for the extra Silmarillion feelings.

|| I do think that at a certain point they stopped understanding each other, and they never really did that properly to begin with. There was likely a time when Fëanor did not really care to understand his brother, a time when… maybe didn’t eactly “get along”, but they tolerated each other’s company just fine (likely kinda canon).

Fëanor’s real interest in understanding Fingolfin grows during the time of the feud; of course his deductions are only partially right. Fingolfin doesn’t get Fëanor on an intimate level, but gets his reactions and, above all, understands “the public”, a thing that I think Fëanor never was perceptive of or cared about. Their methods in approaching people are different. Or rather, Fingolfin has a method, Fëanor lacks it.

I was tagged by @doegred​

I am not inclined to use any endearing nickname for Fëanor. Nothing like “my child” and such, and it happens very rarely even with other characters. The farthest I went, I think, is “my poor darling”, usually describing some kind of asshole. On the other side there is a Dragon Age character who is just MY MAN. In caps lock. (It's Ser Thrask. Thrask is my man.) 

If I have the time for a proper meal, I always eat first main course (usually pasta. ...Who am I kidding, it’s always pasta), second main course (meat or fish with a side dish) and dessert. If I am in a restaurant, I also eat a starter and add a digestif at the end of it. Wine always present.

I have a bunch of pretty stationery that I need to use. But I’m so very slow when it comes to actually sending the mail. Sometimes a letter sits on my desk for days and days before I remember to mail it.

Bunnies.

I have come to the conclusion that, more often than not, I roleplay dads.

At the moment I have several messages sitting in my inbox that are waiting for a reply. If you are one of those who is waiting, I am sorry and I’ll do it soon-ish.