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[_fingolfin]

*gets tired of being cooped up with his thoughts running nonstop in his head*

*can't believe he couldn't even manage to get himself decently killed*

*goes for a walk on the beach*

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[elenwe_]

::is out hunting for a prime location for a little holiday with her husband::

::is enjoying a barefoot walk on the beach, collecting empty shells when she spots you::

...oh bloody Eru. :|

[_fingolfin]

*walks right past without seeing you, his head down and his hands in his pockets*

[elenwe_]

::stands still, trying to tame her hair against the wind with one hand while keeping a hold on the front of her dress, securing the shells she has collected::

::arches an eyebrow as you walk past and assumes you must be mentally damaged by now::

::has no mercy::

...Fingolfin? Here boy! Here!

[_fingolfin]

*turns around*

>_<

*needs to find a better hideout*

...

Don't even start, Elenwë.

[elenwe_]

Damn, why not? I need to have fun on your pathetic expense.

Right. Hiding away, I see. Good job.

[_fingolfin]

Look, Lenny,. I'm not really up for sniping with you right now, so if you could leave me the fuck alone, I'd quite appreciate it.

:(
>:|

[elenwe_]

Fine by me, asshole Fingolfin. If your life is such a big joke, why should I care? you are not up for a civil conversation as always, I don't want to waste my time.

Now fuck off and step away from that shell. >:|

::points to a particularly dainty looking shell by your feet::

[_fingolfin]

You were up for more than a conversation the last time I saw you.

*looks down and smiles coldly*

What? This shell?

*CRUNCH*

[elenwe_]

I was drunk or possibly mentally impaired to have dreamed of a conversation withyou.

::lowers her eyes at your action, clenching her jaw to restrain herself from lashing out against you::

[_fingolfin]

Drunkenness is an EXCUSE.

*smiles a little wider*

Don't cry, Lenny! I'll get you a whole bucketful of shells. Look, here's another.

*bends down and picks up an exceptionally lovely specimen*

*holds it out to you, simultaneously crushing it to pieces*

[elenwe_]

Oh, go get re-acquainted with your hand, you fucker.

::makes a low sound that is not unlike an angered growl::

::will NOT betray the fact that she really LIKED that one::

::uses one of her feet to kick up mud in your face before turning away::

[_fingolfin]

*wipes his face on his arm and laughs silently*

*walks around for a bit, searching for a nicer one*

*touches your arm to get your attention*

Here.

*hands you the undamaged shell*

*vaguely*

So fragile. :)

[elenwe_]

::flinches away at your touch and turns around with a frown::

::is mildly surprised at your offering and takes it quietly, arching an eyebrow at your words::

If you are trying to speak metaphorically, please don't waste your breath.

[_fingolfin]

*is actually starting to feel a bit better. or distracted, anyway.*

I was talking about the shell.

*sooooo wasn't*

*sits down and stares out to sea, digging his toes in the sand*

*gestures to the stretch of sand beside him*

[elenwe_]

::bites her lip at your offer for a seat::

One never knows around you. And personally I have given up all hope of trying to decipher meaning behind your words.

::is far too assured of herself, settles down at some distance from you::

::crosses her legs and spreads out the hem of her soaked dress, observing the shells she has collected::

[_fingolfin]

So you've said...yet I've been far more open than you have.

*lays back and closes his eyes against the sunlight*

*laces his fingers together behind his head*

But then, that's easier, isn't it? It's easier to wear that smirk at all times if you keep the words in your mouth rather than risk dissolving them with my reaction. Until you find something else to smirk about, of course.