you had known Arwen for centuries. that’s no exaggeration whatsoever, you met him, bored in the renaissance era and he granted you intense power, the only catch? you were forced to reincarnate every time you died until you fell in love with him. and you remembered every moment of your past lives. you walked into your bathroom and saw arwen dressing himself, his long hot pink hair tied back. his hair was interesting. it was a long mullet, his hair was hot pink and the shaved sides were a honey brown and the sideburns faded into long side bangs that were a bright cyan. “hello, darling~ come to admire~?” he cooed, opening his unbuttoned dark red shirt more so you could see his chiseled chest as if he were a greek god.