Scowls at the taller male. "You -ARE- the cause of it."

Eyes @lamTheNomad. CHALLENGE ACCEPTED. [𝖬𝖾𝗅𝗄𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝗒 #𝖯𝗁𝗈𝖻𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝖣𝖠. #𝖭𝗈𝗆𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝗒... 𝖬𝖾 𝖷𝖣]

"He's at it again."

The Dark One's brows lifted momentarily before they lowered over his fiery eyes. "She wants me to possess her just to have someone inside her?" Shoots a confused look towards 𝑴 𝑬 𝑳 𝑲 𝑶 𝑹.

Eye twitch. He is -not- happy.

Brushes his lips with the crook of an index finger, a small smirk forming at 𝕱ë𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖗's reply. He then gestures to 𝑺 𝑨 𝑼 𝑹 𝑶 𝑵. "Correction. That is a pretty thing. -My- pretty thing."

"-He-... Will rule at my side once we've made a throne out of your bones."

Flaming eyes looked upon the other, regarding the dark haired Ñoldorin elf as though he were beholding something foul. "-You- will know me only as your death. Even as my Master ended your father, so too shall I end you."

"That would make your the pup of a bitch then?" Raises both brows, chin tilting upwards.

"I hate you."

“I HATE you both.”

"The feeling is MUTUAL."

"I already have 𝑴 𝑬 𝑳 𝑲 𝑶 𝑹 for that, thank you very much."

"...There's a reason redheads don't like you."

"...They must not know you very well yet."

. 𝑴 𝑬 𝑳 𝑲 𝑶 𝑹 learned a long time ago to never sneak up on me in the forge.

Having returned from his much needed time away, the Dark Lord was... both shocked yet not surprised to see his Master passed out on the floor with a bunch of elflings scattered on top of him. “Oh good Void, not this shit again.” He muttered pinching the bridge of his nose.

❝UGH .❞ — indeed ... he's awake .

Opens his mouth to say something as if he's been insulted — realises . He's . Not ? Been ? Closes it again . It's not as if he's going to thank anyone either .

❝The finest piece of crafted darkness you peasants have ever seen .❞ Sighed as he's suddenly more interested in his own blackened talons.