[ Maglor rocks him and wipes the tears from his eyes with knowing, tired hands, the fingers gentle - he's done this so many times before, for sons, for brothers
But never anyone there for Makalaure whispers the past, and Maglor ruthlessly squashes the voice ]
Then be there for him, Swift, as you could not be before. Hold him when he cries, shout back when he rages. And he will, Swift, oh, he will. Some days, he won't recognise you at all. Talk to him. Learn what he can bear to speak of, tiptoe gently around the wounds that are too fresh. Don't cosset him. Don't excuse him. Don't let him excuse himself - they all try and sink into self-pity, and that you cannot allow. Lance the wound, if you have to! The healing will be very long, little hawk, and maybe never complete. But sometimes, that's all anyone can do.
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Date: 2018-04-11 06:55 am (UTC)But never anyone there for Makalaure whispers the past, and Maglor ruthlessly squashes the voice ]
Then be there for him, Swift, as you could not be before. Hold him when he cries, shout back when he rages. And he will, Swift, oh, he will. Some days, he won't recognise you at all. Talk to him. Learn what he can bear to speak of, tiptoe gently around the wounds that are too fresh. Don't cosset him. Don't excuse him. Don't let him excuse himself - they all try and sink into self-pity, and that you cannot allow. Lance the wound, if you have to! The healing will be very long, little hawk, and maybe never complete. But sometimes, that's all anyone can do.