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[bythewaves]

Crystal Contact

Makalaure "Maglor" Kanafinwe

 JRRTolkien's The Silmarillion

Contact character via audio, telepathy, or action.

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[twilightminstrel]

[ There's a burst of musical laughter at that. ]

I'll be there in a moment to tear you away from it. It'll be worthwhile.

[bythewaves]

I will hold you to that!

[ Maglor hums back at him, teasing, and opens the door when he knocks ]

Well, where is it? [ IMPATIENT NOLDO IS IMPATIENT ]

[twilightminstrel]

[ He doesn't spend much time inside these days. Mostly he's out in the forests, poking around, meeting everything alive there and working out how the Music is different here.

But he'll come inside to poke at Maglor.

Daeron grins and simply reaches out to grab a wrist and starts tugging the other down the hall. ]

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor laughs softly and follows eagerly ]

Have you explored all over then?

[twilightminstrel]

[ dragdragdrag

His feet hardly seem to touch the stone before them as he leads the other along, knowing precisely which arches to pass through to reach their goal. ]

Nearly~ Haven't you?

[bythewaves]

[ Daeron always moves as if the world moves for him, rather than the other way around, and normally Maglor might tease, but he's too eager ]

I got distracted! [ He laughs ] I haven't gone very far.

[twilightminstrel]

[ They have a hot springs to enjoy! He's in far too good a mood to have cared if Maglor chose to tease him anyway.

Left. Right. Down.

Down again.

Then out into gently steaming air. ]

You should explore further. There are some friendly trees.

[ So says the half-Maia. ]

They like my song.

[bythewaves]

All the woods love you, Singer. [ Maglor says fondly ]

I am not surprised this is true even in a strange world. I doubt they'd be quite so nice to me!

[twilightminstrel]

[ He grins over his shoulder as he finally slows a foot or two from one of the pools. Then sets to wiggling out of most of his uniform - care to pluck some of the twigs and leaves from his hair, Maglor? It's a bit of a mess! ]

You're just jealous, Nightingale~ You haven't spoken with them yet to give them the chance!

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor cannot quite resist the temptation, so rather than undress himself he reaches for the twigs instead ]

They don't speak to me the way they do to you! I suppose I could if you thought it would be worth the try.

[twilightminstrel]

[ He flushes at the fussing, slipping into the hot water anyway. But still perfectly within reach. He could swat those hands away...but doesn't. ]

If you do not try, nothing will change. Is that not one thing to work on while away from Arda?

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor's hands are careful and gentle, picking out the twigs as he kneels by the side ]

Perhaps that is true. Will you teach me, Singer?

[twilightminstrel]

[ Hands that don't make him flinch. It's more precious a gift than one might think. Pale eyes narrow playfully at the other. ]

I will, if you let the water's heat soothe you for a time. You were so eager a moment ago~

[bythewaves]

[ A gift Maglor never takes for granted, rejoicing in the trust shown ]

Hm~ [ He teases back ]

But your hair is such a mess!

[twilightminstrel]

[ A tenuous thing! Yet there all the same. Daeron can't help purring under the attention, settling so he can rest his chin on folded arms with his head right there to be pampered. ]

My hair was a mess then, too! Perhaps your eyes need fixed, for you to have missed it!

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor laughs ]

I was busy! [ He protests, and finally acqueises to undress and join him ]

[twilightminstrel]

[ A grin flashes back at him. ]

Hm!

I was busier~ Lazy Noldo!

[bythewaves]

That's because they love you more~

[ He says shamelessly ]

[twilightminstrel]

They must! I sleep in their branches while you hide in your stone walls!

[ What is shame? ]

[bythewaves]

Stone blocks flame! [ He laughs back ]

[twilightminstrel]

And water douses~

[ He playfully splashes steaming water at the other, eyes merry and almost painfully bright. ]

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor squawks, and splashes back ]

And did you call the storm, Singer? [ Maglor likes it best like this, when Daeron forgets to pretend to be entirely Incarnate, allowing his power to leak through ]

[twilightminstrel]

[ It hurts, to keep all of himself In all the time. It is why he rarely drifts to where those vulnerable to his nature gather. But he can let loose...a little...just enough...with Maglor.

It's easy to forget when around this Elf.

The squawk has him laugh. ]

Nay! Not as yet. Perhaps the next one will answer my call.

[bythewaves]

[ The Amanians are all used to Ainur walking amongst them - Maglor does his best to make things easier for Daeron in return for all that the other does for him in turn ]

Hm, if you play too much with the lightning, you may upset Lord Osse~

[twilightminstrel]

[ A gift that is precious. Daeron tries to avoid burning him. Maglor is behaving! Burning is unnecessary just yet. Hopefully never. ]

He would enjoy the show~

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor is doing his best! It's only fair ]

Ah, true... [ Maglor splashes him a little ]

He might even join in. And then I would be terribly wet.

[twilightminstrel]

[ He grins at the splash and answers, never aiming for eyes that might hurt. This much, the water answers. ]

We would not let you drown, Nightingale~

[bythewaves]

Drown? No.

[ He trusts them both for that, now. Although it took a lot of time with Osse ]

Thoroughly soak however... [ He says dryly ]

[twilightminstrel]

[ Osse is Osse. ]

We're already soaked.

[ INNOCENT. SERENE. ]

[bythewaves]

[ Osse still sometimes forgets that Incarnate = Squishy ]

So we are. [ Maglor agrees serenely, and then tries to dunk them ]

[twilightminstrel]

[ To be fair...Daeron does too, sometimes.

And then he's reminded by such antics as being pushed under the surface of the water! Delight flashes silver-bright through him at the play and he grabs for the other to drag him down in answer. ]

[bythewaves]

[ Yes, but Daeron remembers a lot faster! Being squishy himself, after all!

Maglor sputters and grins, tumbling down into the water to shove playfully at the other. ]

[twilightminstrel]

[ Just so!

Daeron grins right back, happily shoving in answer before tugging them back to the surface to breathe. Although laughing in the process makes that a bit of a challenge! ]

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor comes up sputtering for air, still laughing, grinning at Daeron cheerfully ]

Oops~

[twilightminstrel]

[ The sputtering is what has him smirk, eyes so very bright. He settles against an edge of the spring, pushing his hair back from his face. ]

'Oops?' Is that all you have to say for yourself?

[bythewaves]

Maglor grins at him, eyes widening in artificial innocence.

"Yes?"

[twilightminstrel]

If nothing else, that grin and blatant false innocence has him laughing again.

"Horrible! Irreverent!"

As if he cares so very much!

Right up until he reaches out to dunk his dear Feanorion right back under water.

[bythewaves]

"I am Feanorian!"

He laughs, and does not fight the retaliation, except to try and drag Daeron down with him.

[twilightminstrel]

Why bother fighting? Daeron dives down after him, shoving playfully and holding on. Good moods like this are rare and precious. He's holding tight to it while it lasts.

And so he's happy to play!

[bythewaves]

It's rare for either of them to succumb to playfulness like this. The good days are more frequent here, however. Perhaps the change of scenery was needful.

Maglor grins at Daeron and shoves at him. Which one of them will need to go up for air first?