Maglor Makalaure Canafinwe Feanorion (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
bythewaves) wrote2013-04-30 09:54 am
bythewaves) wrote2013-04-30 09:54 am
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[ A small flicker of concern, at that ]
Hush hush. Don't panic. You know that only makes things worse. Little One, where is he?
[ a cross little chime, good grief but where would the two of you be without me! The castle, of course! It's so creepy here! ]
Too far for me, even in a dream... if I told her to find help, little brother, would you be well?
Hush hush. Don't panic. You know that only makes things worse. Little One, where is he?
[ a cross little chime, good grief but where would the two of you be without me! The castle, of course! It's so creepy here! ]
Too far for me, even in a dream... if I told her to find help, little brother, would you be well?
[ Celegorm bared his teeth like a wild thing, as if he might snap-- ... and paused, seeing the hollow-eyed familiar face, blinking back more tears. ]
N-no. I shall call for those I trust. And your fairy, your fairy may be the light for us. The light in the dark.
I'm still bloodied, where I felt the blade struck, brother. I... I cannot move it alone. I must find my own help.
N-no. I shall call for those I trust. And your fairy, your fairy may be the light for us. The light in the dark.
I'm still bloodied, where I felt the blade struck, brother. I... I cannot move it alone. I must find my own help.
[ A flicker of recognition ]
A blade... yes. You were... I remember. Dior's spear. And that girl. Are you still hurt, then? Call for aid, for I can not reach you, and she and I, we will stay here until the morning wakes me.
A blade... yes. You were... I remember. Dior's spear. And that girl. Are you still hurt, then? Call for aid, for I can not reach you, and she and I, we will stay here until the morning wakes me.
Perhaps he might although I would think much of his reason may lie in the fact that many find my parents frightening. [No idea where they got that idea.]
I am glad I have had this chance, too.
I am glad I have had this chance, too.
Hm. Well I cannot speak of your father, but I imagine anyone who could keep up with Artanis would be fearsome indeed if he wished it. And my cousin... well. She is grown great, and it would not surprise me that others find her... intimidating.
Oh yes, he can be very frightening at times. Only ever when he has needed to be though. You would need t meet him. [Which is likely never to happen.]
Mother is the greatest. [There is so much bias here.]
Mother is the greatest. [There is so much bias here.]
Hm [ A small little smile ] Oh, I have no doubt I would find him terrifying, little niece - and I do not think I need to meet him to know that. [ Since, you know, Celeborn's reaction would probably be to try & take his head ]
She is rather special, although I think you a little biased there niece.
She is rather special, although I think you a little biased there niece.
[La Llorona is a haven, if only because of Ariadne's presence. His time at the Station had been restful, for the most part, but Aubri found traveling away from it a relief that he couldn't quite articulate. There's no reminder of war here, where Ariadne has built her home.
But there's one person who has been on Aubri's mind. He had heard rumor of Maglor in the Station, but had stayed away. (He's an old fool and coward of a bird.) So, when he's safely away and feeling a little more like himself, he sends one short message.]
Who told you that you could stop talking to me?
But there's one person who has been on Aubri's mind. He had heard rumor of Maglor in the Station, but had stayed away. (He's an old fool and coward of a bird.) So, when he's safely away and feeling a little more like himself, he sends one short message.]
Who told you that you could stop talking to me?
[ For most, Maglor has stuck to only voice, for his voice is the one thing the lost bard of the Noldor has always had exquisite control over. But Aubri his family has wronged, and badly, and he deserves the video. So Aubri gets to see him as he is, right now - pale and his Light flickering (flickering beneath his skin, a fire that consumes from the inside out) - but his voice is as steady as ever, and his face betrays nothing - the mask of the Prince, of the High King, distant and remote (but the madness lurks so very very close now, there in the back of his eyes) ]
None, Master Aubri. Yet I did not think you wanted more to do with the brother of your torturer.
None, Master Aubri. Yet I did not think you wanted more to do with the brother of your torturer.
[Well, he does look awful. Aubri is quiet for a moment, his bravado failing in the face of Maglor's appearance. He finally huffs.]
I rarely know my own mind. I do not need others to know it for me. I called you a friend, Maglor-who-is-not-a-fish. I am not so easily swayed.
I rarely know my own mind. I do not need others to know it for me. I called you a friend, Maglor-who-is-not-a-fish. I am not so easily swayed.
[ a faint, quiet smile that never quite reaches his eyes ]
Even for such a sin as that? You have a wide and generous heart if so, Master Aubri.
Even for such a sin as that? You have a wide and generous heart if so, Master Aubri.
Perhaps. Even when I tell you I love him, my tempestous brother who hurt you so? Even knowing that were he standing before me I would draw him into my arms and wipe away his tears? I do not want you to be caught between, Master Aubri.
He is your brother. Family. [Aubri understands those bonds, as much as he can, having built his own little un-related family. He will never question the strength of them.] I will walk where I will, my friend, and I will be who I am. If I am caught between, then so be it.
[A pause, and a sigh.] I am bitter over it. I cannot deny that. I have not -- and may not ever -- forgive nor will I forget. But it was not your bolt that struck me, nor your nets that held me.
[A pause, and a sigh.] I am bitter over it. I cannot deny that. I have not -- and may not ever -- forgive nor will I forget. But it was not your bolt that struck me, nor your nets that held me.
Perhaps not. [The smallest of smiles. And yes, that probably would be his first impulse.]
Are not all who have met her biased in some way?
Are not all who have met her biased in some way?
Yes. [ Quiet and resigned ] Although I suppose he is only a ghost again, now. Just like before... so perhaps you will not have to, Master Aubri.
Not mine... but I wonder if I could have prevented it, in any case.
Not mine... but I wonder if I could have prevented it, in any case.
Mm, that is probably a fair assessment. [ the smile is quiet and faint, but the spark in his eyes is real enough ] She always did like to... make an impression.
I do not think that has changed much.
[She's glad he's showing some reaction, that it's genuine.]
[She's glad he's showing some reaction, that it's genuine.]
[Aubri breathes deeply, biting back his condolences. Forasmuch as he hurts for Maglor, he cannot regret Celegorm's death. He will not lie to Maglor.]
It's done. Wondering over it will do you little good.
It's done. Wondering over it will do you little good.
Hm, no it certainly does not seem to have, eh? Only her method of doing so. You should ask her how she made an impression at the banquet for her fifteeth begetting day. Finrod was laughing for weeks afterwards every time it was brought up.
No, I suppose this is true. I cannot change what has already been - I am only sorry that it must happen this way. [ again is probably implied ]
Do you heal well, at the least Master Aubri?
Do you heal well, at the least Master Aubri?
Oh? [Her brows go up curiously.] I will certainly have to ask. Uncle Finrod mentioned nothing like it while I have been in Aman.
[ That even manages a low chuckle ]
He would not, I imagine - he was always a kind one, and not likely to spread rumors too unkind when the one at fault was not there! Besides, he was as much to blame as her, that day!
He would not, I imagine - he was always a kind one, and not likely to spread rumors too unkind when the one at fault was not there! Besides, he was as much to blame as her, that day!
I am healing well, my friend. [It's a deliberate choice of words. He's worried over Maglor.] I have taken to the skies again.
Well, he did tell me a few stories, just a few. How she got into everything and caused some trouble. [Laughing softly.] You leave me very curious now.
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