[ It hurts to have his heart back. Now that he is aware of what he was missing, he wonders how he could have missed it. It is far, far heavier than he remembers it being, and it hurts, pounding almost irregularly. He keeps a brave face for the others, but House has been glaring in the way that suggests he will soon loose his patience and demand Maglor gets some aid or a drink (possibly both).
Every emotion he had forgotten has returned threefold it seems, every ghost clamouring for his attention. Some times he can barely think.
Javik must have such a headache filtering me out he thinks ruefully.
At night he is sleepless, spending the nights wandering the halls. Outside of the sterility of the station the stars give scant relief, but it is preferable to being indoors. He is curled up beneath a tree, trying to settle the ache both physical and emotional in his chest when the locket pings.
He almost ignores it - it is most likely to be Celegorm or Elrond, and he does not know if he can face either right now (Did he truly say that to them? Was he truly so cruel? Ah, but he has always been cruel, hasn't he? Heart or no, right from the beginning, he was always the one who could set aside his heart to act, did he not leave Maedhros there alone and forbid his brothers to act? )
In the end though, he picks it up, and is stunned into silence by who he sees on the other end. ]
Atarinya? [ The greeting is all he can choke out, no, surely this cannot be so, he is dreaming again, why would his father be here.
He is pale and wan, his Light of being flickering fitfully, eyes wide in shock and disbelief (and the pain is there, the pain is always, always there). ]
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Date: 2014-05-30 12:07 am (UTC)Every emotion he had forgotten has returned threefold it seems, every ghost clamouring for his attention. Some times he can barely think.
Javik must have such a headache filtering me out he thinks ruefully.
At night he is sleepless, spending the nights wandering the halls. Outside of the sterility of the station the stars give scant relief, but it is preferable to being indoors. He is curled up beneath a tree, trying to settle the ache both physical and emotional in his chest when the locket pings.
He almost ignores it - it is most likely to be Celegorm or Elrond, and he does not know if he can face either right now (Did he truly say that to them? Was he truly so cruel? Ah, but he has always been cruel, hasn't he? Heart or no, right from the beginning, he was always the one who could set aside his heart to act, did he not leave Maedhros there alone and forbid his brothers to act? )
In the end though, he picks it up, and is stunned into silence by who he sees on the other end. ]
Atarinya? [ The greeting is all he can choke out, no, surely this cannot be so, he is dreaming again, why would his father be here.
He is pale and wan, his Light of being flickering fitfully, eyes wide in shock and disbelief (and the pain is there, the pain is always, always there). ]