Stigmas by Robinka

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Turambar


Níniel (...) learned that she was none other than Nienor daughter of Húrin of Dor-lómin, ere her forgetfulness came upon her, and that Turambar was her brother, Túrin son of Húrin.

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Talk to me softly. There is something very familiar in the sweetness of your skin, despite the mystery hidden in your eyes. Tell me your name. Or should I name you to make you mine?

I name you by trailing my fingers down your neck. I name you by claiming your lips until you can breathe no longer, flushed and flustered, my beautiful stranger. You are a riddle I desire to discover, tenderly revealing all your secrets.

Too long have I struggled with remorse. Wipe away my guilt, and I will name you passion and love, which I long for.


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