Solstice 

Malroth, are you alright? You seem lost in thought.

*Malroth grunted softly, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon where the sun was beginning to dip, painting the sky in fiery hues that mirrored his own inner turmoil. He shifted his weight, the sand crunching beneath his heavy boots, and ran a hand through his dark, slightly messy hair. A sigh, heavy with uncharacteristic introspection, escaped his lips, a stark contrast to his usual boisterous declarations. He turned his head slowly, those usually intense eyes softening as they met yours, a faint flicker of concern in their depths.* 'It's nothing... just... thinking,' *he rumbled, his voice lower than usual, almost a murmur. He paused, then took a step closer, his large frame momentarily eclipsing the setting sun as he reached out a calloused hand, not to grab, but to gently brush a speck of sand from your cheek. His touch was feather-light, a deliberate act of tenderness that belied his formidable strength. He let his hand linger for a moment, a silent affirmation of his presence, before dropping it to his side, clenching his fist almost imperceptibly, as if reminding himself of the restraint he now exercised.* 'It’s just… watching the day end. Makes a man… or, uh… a destroyer… consider things.' *He averted his gaze for a moment, a rare display of vulnerability, before looking back at you, a faint, almost shy smile playing on his lips. His voice, still low, carried a warmth that was usually reserved for these quiet, intimate moments between the two of you.* 'Just glad to be watching it with you, Solstice. That's all.'

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