#the shadow wraith: ( convo )

[ronanvludolf]

“So--Dubai,” Ronan began, leaning against the counter and waiting for the espresso he’d ordered to be served up for him. He’d thought his sister was standing beside him, but perhaps she’d gotten lost in the crowd or had wandered off; still, the Polish bodyguard didn’t notice the absence of company as he continued to prattle off. “I’ve heard this city has the world’s largest picture frame. If you’re lucky, I’ll let you take a picture of me standing inside of it. For a keepsake, naturally.”

[child-of-hurin]

gurguliare replied to your post: Me: important otp question: if beren looked like a...

beren is DEFINITELY monster boyfriend given that he’s Grey and Lurching and Can’t Speak Until He Fucking Nicknames You. luthien is also monster girlfriend. this is why they’re perfect for each other

ftr my “luthien is monster gf” argument is not the vampire thing but rather “hair like shadow following” and the like distant voices/glimmer on a far off hill/constant disappearing act followed by overwhelming presence

That resonates with Kate’s argument and I fundamentally like it but my question is: does monster girlfriend need to look monstruous? Or just to be inhuman? Bc Lúthien seems to fall more on the goddess girlfriend than monster girlfriend, but despite my conservatorism when it comes to Tolkien canon, I rather like elves as being not exactly regular-beautiful but borderline-monstruous-beautiful like that.. convo... someone... was having on my dash weeks ago??

However NIENOR might count since Túrin is scared shitless when he sees her for the first time, taking her for a wraith..... ghost girlfriend? (Are all girlfriend categories kind of alliterative?)

Agree abt Beren tho hahahazsgbhfdnhfdnkm 

mickleburger replied to your post: Me: important otp question: if beren looked like a...

i mean since it’s vampire and werewolf specifically doesn’t that rely on how you visualize tolkien’s vampires and werewolves? anyway i vote for monsters but that’s just the way i am

that’s the way we am

[ronanvludolf]

( &&. @tanechkas )

These weren’t the kinds of parties that Ronan would have chosen for himself. The Swedes’ Christmas party had been one thing, but this? He didn’t have the appropriate attire for such an event, so he’d chosen his favorite combination: jeans, a shirt, and a lightweight jacket to stuff his fists inside of when he felt the overwhelming urge to punch a rich kid in the face.

“You know, Tanechka,” Ronan said as he surveyed the room they were in, his eyes taking in the lavish decoration and wondering how quickly his sister would attempt to lift some of the prized jewels and baubles from the palace. “For a pretentious, rich bitch party, this one’s not half bad.”

[ronanvludolf]

“Here’s the thing,” Ronan began, shuffling his playing cards and sticking them deftly back into the inside pocket of his jacket. He splayed his hands before him, his face as cunning as a fox’s as he addressed the older man in front of him. “You lost, and I feel dreadful for you, truly, but you did place a bet. Willingly, knowing the stakes.” He glanced at the man’s sizable watch--a Cartier, if he had to guess--as the older brute turned a particularly vulgar shade of purple, spitting insults in a language Ronan wasn’t accustomed to as he turned over his watch.

“Pleasure doing business with you,” Ronan said with a wicked grin, pocketing the watch and turning on his heel. Distracted, he nearly ran into someone standing nearby. “Didn’t see you there.”

[ronanvludolf]

( &&. @xsofiya )

“I’ve got one for you: why did the Ukrainian break his arm raking leaves?” Ronan began, his feet resting on top of the table before him and his legs crossed at the ankles. He was aimlessly flipping through a magazine the cleaners had left on the coffee table, featuring articles on highlights and hot spots of Oslo, when he’d decided that goading Sofiya would likely prove to be more entertaining. Arguing with Alphonse might have been “poking the bear”, but getting on Sofiya’s bad side was like terrorizing a dragon. “He fell out of the tree.”

Unable to help himself, he laughed, tossing the magazine down on the table and taking a swig of the beer he’d gotten for himself.

[ronanvludolf]

— @beaufort-a

It was a cluster of shimmering outfits and guests dripping in gold and diamonds, and Ronan Ludolf paid very little attention to them as he wove his way through the crowd, in search of the bar. He’d promised to get Tatiana something to drink--a ginger ale or sparkling water, more likely than not--and had something a bit harder in mind for himself. As Ronan elbowed his way through the crowd, grumbling in mild irritation to himself, he held a hand up to catch the bartender’s expression.

“A glass of water and a beer--whatever you’ve got cold and on tap.”

[ronanvludolf]

— @tanechkas

The party, for its worth, was extraordinary. In its own sense of the word, Ronan supposed; he had never paid much attention to decor or lavish parties or social events in the past, and he wasn’t too keen on starting now. But, as the personal bodyguard of a high profile politician’s youngest daughter, Ronan had to succumb to a life of attending these sordid, pretentious parties as an unwilling third party member. Not that he’d tell Tatiana that, of course.

He waited for her in just inside of the party, keeping to himself and watching idly as people passed to and fro from within the event. Impatient, Ronan wasted time flipping his cigar tin back and forth between his hands as he awaited the young Russian girl to come waltzing downstairs to join him for the party.

“If she waits to arrive until after all of the good food is gone...,” Ronan murmured, stuffing his silver tin back into the pocket of his leather jacket.