It Broke My Heart - Blog Posts

Believe me when I say this is still Lena Luthor’s song to Kara Danvers. I mean, c’mon.

NOOOO I DIDNT NEED TO CRY STOP

Headcanon idea

What if Lux befriended one of RAT's rats?

This small rat would sleep with her, she would play with him (probably sneaking some treats for him... But don't tell RAT!!!)

And now She's dead.... And this rat is waiting/searching for her, because people just respawn, she will be back. So the rat waits on her bed, looks around in the cabin hoping that he finds her.

And RAT feels so bad, because he wasn't fast enough and now HIS FRIEND his rat's friend is dead forever... So now Astron has to deal with one grieving RAT and one confused and sad rat.

(YES I BROKE MY HEART WRITING IT AND MY BRAIN DIDN'T HELP WHEN I IMAGINED IT)

Oh. OH.

“It's not a code,” said Lindir. He clutched the stones tight in his hands. “They’re mine, not the orcs. I hid them inside my robes so that no one would take them away. They’re my - my family.”

“Family?” repeated Lord Maedhros.

Lindir laid the stones out, taking comfort in the pattern. “Like this,” he said. “It always has to be like this. No - no you’re not looking at it the right way.” He tugged at Lord Maedhros’ metal hand so that they stood shoulder to shoulder. “See? Now they’re in the right order.”

“What does it mean?”

Could he explain? It became so muddled in his head that putting it to words felt impossible. Lindir would try. Maybe, if he did a good enough job, they would let him keep his stones and not hurt him. He was so tired of being hurt.

“This one goes first,” he said, pointing to the red pebble, “because it's the biggest. The oldest. Then - ” he moved past the gap to point at the next one “ - this one, which is white like the - like the moon. Then this one with its dark spot in the centre and then this one with the little iron flakes that make it shine and these two, which are stuck together. The littlest that are two-in-one must always go last. That’s important. They can’t be put in any other order.”

“And here?” There was an odd note in Lord Maedhros’ voice. A slight waver of pain beneath the gentle calm. “You’ve left a space between the first two stones. What goes between them?”

“There has to be a space.” Lindir twisted his hands. The light inside his head hurt, something crooked pressing down down down against it, threatening to break him all over again. “There has to be. Always. I - I don’t know - I lost - something else goes there. I lost it. It flew away. But I have to leave a space.” He started to shake. “Please don’t take them. They’re my family. I have to protect them. Please, please, don’t take them away.”

“I won’t,” said Lord Maedhros. The odd note had grown stronger. Lindir glanced up to see that the towering Fëanorian leader had turned his face away, the bright light making it look like something wet glittered on his face. “I promise you, Laurë. No one will ever separate you from your family again.”