Everything ached then. He tried to keep his breathing steady, but it was far from easy. France gave a bittersweet little smile, head leaning back against the door behind him. Needing it's support just to stay upright.
It hurt to speak that language again. Tore at him in a way he'd never have expected. Just as it hurt to hear it spoken back.
"Who I am now is not who I once was. I..." Could he say it? His former name? He gave himself a hard shake and straightened his shoulders, stood straight in a force of will that was more akin to his old self.
"When I lived in the Blessed Realm... I was known as Finarfin. Arafinwë."
His expression firmed, though remained somewhat gentle as he stared at the other. "Your name."
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Date: 2015-03-16 07:13 am (UTC)It hurt to speak that language again. Tore at him in a way he'd never have expected. Just as it hurt to hear it spoken back.
"Who I am now is not who I once was. I..." Could he say it? His former name? He gave himself a hard shake and straightened his shoulders, stood straight in a force of will that was more akin to his old self.
"When I lived in the Blessed Realm... I was known as Finarfin. Arafinwë."
His expression firmed, though remained somewhat gentle as he stared at the other. "Your name."