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She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;.
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kingoftheravens:

    With clouded eyes—irises that shifted from their usual malachite color to something darker, more blue and grey in hue, like the stormy sky over an ocean, crashing waves and all—he watched and he listened and he tried to understand. Loki was not an empathetic being, which was both a blessing and a curse at times, but with her he tried to understand the pain, tried to understand why this moment had distraught her so much. He had been in his fair share of battles and wars, but never had he experienced something similar to her own situation and deep down he was quietly thankful for that. Grief was an awful emotion.

    “You did not lose yourself,” he finally spoke, voice barely a whisper that had their surroundings not been as silent as they were he likely would not have been heard. “Perhaps you lost a part of yourself, one you cherished and held close, but in turn it has been replaced with something else. Only the foulest of things could possibly take away an individual’s inner person; war is a devastating thing, but it is not devastating enough to cause such trials. You lost an individual you obviously had cared for, likely lost many individuals you cared for as war claims countless lives with its terrible grasp, but in the end you knew it was inevitable anyway. While I do not nor cannot understand your loss, I can try, and I can say that at least you had the opportunity to meet him because there is no doubt he has effected your life more than you may realize. No war can replace that.”

<sub>She barely inhaled as she pursed her lips, had he been her kin, she would have never disclosed such information, such weakness; and though his reassurance to the notion she did not lose herself was appreciated, it did not truly touch her. For centuries she wrought death, breathed vengance and flames- her claws of steel, her armor always secure, and there was always something to kill. Or something being killed. Their lands invaded, she had to lose a portion of herself, no elves- be they Noldor, Avari, Or Sindarin could withstand such evil without losing apart of themselves. Isn’t that why they were marred as less wise and more savage? It had to be as such.

The latter of his words took her home, and instantly as if coursing with pain, she gripped his hand tightly and as if she knew he hit home, she pursed her lips and looked from him, hiding the frown that dismantled her facade. Her knuckles baring white as she held onto his hand. “–Yes, of course.”</sub>