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[bythewaves]

My apologies for my absence
The wind may wander as it wills, and so betimes do I
If you wish, you may leave me a message

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[sufferably]

Maybe not as grand in scale. ( he admits, wryly. )

I was born in a place called Georgia. Lived there most of my life, except for schooling. Got married there, started a life there.

And then it all went to shit, and my marriage ended. She told me I wasn't really fit for life on Earth at all.

( he chuckles darkly. ) So I left.

[bythewaves]

I am sorry to hear that it ended in bitterness for you. It sounds as if there will be no reconcilliation?

At the least you went willing, I suppose. And have you found happiness?

[sufferably]

I don't know that we can find reconciliation, at least not by being in the same room. She called me, once, after a few years had passed and my ship was in a sort of life-or-death situation. She said she was glad I survived. I guess that's about as much as I can hope for, from her. And to be honest that's enough.

( he sighs and leans back, but when he continues it's almost with a smile. )

I don't know if I'm the sorta person who's ever just gonna be happy. But I like my life, most days.

[bythewaves]

I am sorry to hear that my friend. But do not be so quick to discount happiness, eh? It might yet find you unexpectedly. [ Maglor smiles back ]

[sufferably]

Maybe. ( he thinks of evy, and his cheeks heat, but he figures he can blame that on the alcohol if it comes down to it. )

What about you? Going to make a run for happiness, here?

[bythewaves]

[ A shrug, and Maglor notes the flush with amusement, but will not press. Yet ]

I do not look for it - I learnt better than to hope for such things - and yet it has found me here, all the same. [ he tips his glass in salute ]

May it be so with you, also!

[sufferably]

Hey, wait a second-- you can't just go convincing me to be happy and then say shit like that. "I learnt better than to hope for such things." C'mon. That's my sorta line.

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor does laugh at that, the alcohol slowly starting to kick in ]

Well, live as long as I have my friend, and you might grow tired of hoping too! It does not mean I do not appreciate them when they come, mind - only that I convinced myself long ago it was better not to seek after things that I might never attain.

[sufferably]

So you get old and you grow tired of hope. That's not exactly a fairytale, Maglor. ( he shakes his head. )

Y'might want to keep your eyes a bit more open, than that.

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor only shrugs, wry and weary ]

Whoever said life was a fairytale? I suppose I can but try.

[sufferably]

It's not. A fairytale, I mean. But it's a bit self-defeating to consider it a tragedy from the get-go.

[bythewaves]

I was not always so. [ He admits ] But after... well. After the Oath, and our Doom came to its fulfilment, after watching everything I had loved crumble to naught... well. I decided it was better if I stopped looking for happiness.

[sufferably]

Now that's a self-fulfilling prophecy if I ever heard one.

[bythewaves]

Perhaps. [ a wry twist to his lips ] Yet it has found me, in any case, which I admit to being pleasantly surprised by.

[sufferably]

Then I guess there's a use for pessimism. You appreciate the good times more.

[bythewaves]

[ That gets a sly grin in return ]

Well I am certainly learning the truth of that here.

[sufferably]

Just enjoy it, I guess. Before the world decides to end.

[bythewaves]

If we are to die anyway, we should enjoy it? [ Maglor tips his glass to McCoy and drains it ]

Wise words.

[sufferably]

Carpe diem, Maglor. Carpe diem.

[bythewaves]

[ He tips his head curiously ]

That is not the usual language I hear - what does it mean?

[sufferably]

It's Latin. An old, honored language from my world.

Means "seize the day."

[bythewaves]

Latin. [ Maglor rolls the words around thoughtfully ]

Carpe diem - Seize the day. Words of wisdom indeed.

[sufferably]

There's a rule of humans for you-- anything said in Latin is smart. Primum non nocere, and all that.

Bones. Bones no, Maglor is a language nut...

[bythewaves]

Truly? [ Maglor chuckles lowly ] I will have to ask for lessons then - it sounds a fascinating language.

[sufferably]

I'm no expert. ( he's trying not to laugh. ) Just know what comes up in the field-- it's a language of science.

Evy's an expert, though.