[ He closes his eyes desperately for a moment, for surely, surely his mind would not trick him this way - Father's ghost has whispered in his ear before, the echo of memory like all his others, but never has he had to face him in seeming reality. When he opens them again Feanor is still there, and the question and tone registers long before he processes what this means.
Father is worried. He wants a report. Old, old instincts wake. I have to answer him. ]
I... I am well enough. [ partial truth. Physically, this is true, apart from the tearing pain of a newly woken heart that rages with a thousand emotions to see a face thought lost forever ] I only. It has been a very long time, atarinya. [ Long enough to break me ] What do you want to know?
[ He even manages to steady his voice to calm by the last question ]
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Date: 2014-05-30 07:16 am (UTC)Father is worried. He wants a report. Old, old instincts wake. I have to answer him. ]
I... I am well enough. [ partial truth. Physically, this is true, apart from the tearing pain of a newly woken heart that rages with a thousand emotions to see a face thought lost forever ] I only. It has been a very long time, atarinya. [ Long enough to break me ] What do you want to know?
[ He even manages to steady his voice to calm by the last question ]