Maglor/Daeron AnOTP - Music!sex
Maglor/Daeron Anti-OTP. It rather had to be done. And so it was done: All. Night. Long. Please note the session start and end times.
Backstory: At various points today, these two were turned into children. Maglor put his budding musical talent to the test, attempting to give his new friend an image of the Two Trees. Which made the typists interested to see what might happen if they applied the same principles in AnOTP.
In which there is gratuitous emo, and music!sex. Music!sex! It makes me wonder if the Ainur did this sort of thing (and I suspect the answer is yes).
Session Start: Mon Jan 02 23:04:50 2006
* Now talking in #df-emobards
* Maglor sets mode: +s
[Maglor] *lounging, let us say, upon a divan, for a bit of variety*
[Daeron] *comes in, quietly as always, and looks a bit relieved to find Maglor by himself*
[Maglor] *is relieved to be by himself* *looks up* Hi.
[Daeron] *slight smile* Hello.
[Maglor] *sits up and sets down his little harp -- which he was poking at idly, but not really playing, we didn't mention* How're things?
[Daeron] Overwhelming, still. Yet that will pass. It is a nice place... Only thing that is missing is a bar, which is what I need after seeing Luthien.
[Maglor] *small smile* Nice enough. There's no lack of alcohol, really.
[Daeron] Yes. Well taken care of. Hallelujah.
[Maglor] Overwhelming, though. Chaotic. *wryly* The child thing... happens. Farily often.
[Daeron] ...oh dear. *flushes slightly in rememberance* At least we were cute?
[Maglor] *after you and my brother broke me, yes* *snorts a little, with a side of maybe-grin* Small favours.
[Daeron] *...sorry. sort of.* *small grin in return* You have to take what you get.
[Maglor] *...thoroughly deserved it* *twinklesmirk* You got snow down your shirt.
[Daeron] Only because you play dirty.
[Maglor] *attempts to look innocent*
[Daeron] *looks amused and takes a seat somewhere*
[Maglor] *curls up on his divan-thing, looking wry* *looks wry a lot these days*
[Daeron] *sighs* Being a kid was nice, though.
[Maglor] It is. It's-- before. *looks up with a small wry smile* I sound wise about it. That was the first time for me as well.
[Daeron] ...yes. It... *sighs* I suppose everything seems like it is better when you are a child, no? You look at things different.
[Maglor] Everything is better-- *sighs* Yes. You do.
[Daeron] Hmph. *leans back in his chair* It makes me feel old and depressing.
[Maglor] We weren't before?
[Daeron] Well, yes, it just was not in so painfully sharp a focus.
[Maglor] *grimaces* *and now realises even more poignantly why the big brother is always more withdrawn than usual after a bout of childhood, but that's beside the point* ...Yes. *chews on his lip thoughtfully*
[Daeron] ... *quietly, without really noticing that he is talking* Your home was beautiful.
[Maglor] *startled out of thought; looks at him* *softly, letting himself remember it for once* ...It was.
[Daeron] *closes his eyes, remembering, but whether it is the Trees or Doriath before the sun one cannot be sure*
[Maglor] *is remembering the Trees, that's certain, as unbidden and unknowing he whispers a fragment of the old song*
[Daeron] *turns to watch him, listening quietly*
[Maglor] *looks up suddenly to find himself being watched, colouring slightly, and the whisper becomes a sigh as he realises what it was he was saying*
[Daeron] *continues to watch him* You never lost your voice, at least.
[Maglor] The one thing I've always had.... The same can be said of you. *this is something approaching a smile*
[Daeron] *slight smile in return*
[Maglor] *leans back, finding it necessary to bite his tongue to keep from continuing the song*
[Daeron] *now they are quiet* *cannot really find anything better to do than keep looking at Maglor* It is... odd. You are... you are not the only constant, any more.
[Maglor] *looks down, hugging one knee* I know. I- *half to himself* I never thought I'd see any of them again. I didn't want to. And now. . .
[Daeron] ...Are...are you glad to be here, now that...you have seen them all again?
[Maglor] That's the thing. After all... after everything... I find I still love them.
[Daeron] That's... to be expected, I suppose. Like you said in the kitchen, they are your family.
[Maglor] Yes. *sigh* *looks back at him*
[Daeron] *looks away* They...act nothing like I thought they would, from what little I have seen.
[Maglor] *a wee bit bitter* We don't spend every moment going mad. I... forgot that.
[Daeron] *bitterly* Just a good chunk of the later years? *realizes what he just said* ...Apologies.
[Maglor] *hardly even reacts to that* ...You owe me none. Not even if you were not right.
[Daeron] If I was not right, I would owe you more of one.
[Maglor] *shakes head* *has apparently been more broken today than he was telling his typist, hi*
[Daeron] *frowns, looking back at him* ...are you alright?
[Maglor] *looks up at the ceiling* Well enough. *and, repeating himself* You owe me no apologies.
[Daeron] You mean you think you do not deserve said apologies.
[Maglor] Do I?
[Daeron] I would not give you them if I did not think so.
[Maglor] No, you wouldn't. *and this is admitting some sort of defeat*
[Daeron] *watching him again*
[Maglor] *looks back*
[Daeron] *meets his gaze this time*
[Maglor] *holds it* *and whispers, half-pleading* . . .Sing.
[Daeron] ...what would you like me to sing?
[Maglor] Anything.
[Daeron] *nods and, after a moment's deliberation, begins to sing something soft and sad but with an underlying memory of joy, as it correlates with his mood*
[Maglor] *bows his forehead on his knee, listening*
[Daeron] *completely loses himself in the song, eyes closed*
[Maglor] *and softly, without looking up or thinking on it much, picks up the now-ancient song of the Trees, joining it to Daeron's in such a way that they seem to fit together, and strengthening the theme of remembered joy*
[Daeron] *own voice strengthens with the addition, weaving the two themes together*
[Maglor] *as is in an odd state, and these days doesn't have to try so hard -- or much at all -- to bring the music to life, those visions are probably coming back, whether he means them to or not*
[Daeron] *loves those visions* *smiles as he begins to see*
[Maglor] *goes on... yes, there's the Trees in full Technicolor... and a flash of a whole household full of ickle Fëanorians... Alqualondë long before the Kinslaying... and Varda, tending her Wells*
[Daeron] *quite nearly gets lost in the visions of Maglor, but regains his own theme* *returns with visions of the stars through the leaves, deer racing through a forest of giant trees, the festivals of the Sindar*
[Maglor] *is keeping his personal memories of Doriath firmly Somewhere Else, as he picks up the universal theme of the stars, spreading across the earth from Doriath to Aman, and back to the Trees, which are what started all this, somehow interweaving with the visions of Doriath*
[Daeron] *takes it a bit higher, melding the stars and the Trees into Light, joyous and untainted*
[Maglor] *and that, if one can lose oneself in the purity and forget for a while the marring, is sheer joy* *so matches his music to Daeron's, exultant*
[Daeron] *laughs into the song, turning it almost playful*
[Maglor] *upon the wings of joy, pours more into the vision, that they would seem to be lying beneath the wheeling stars: on one side a forest and on the other a fair white city... taking joys from every age and creating from them a perfect moment, just for them*
[Daeron] *whispers a sweet breeze through their hair, and soft, dark grass for them to lay on. smiles into the song*
[Maglor] *smiles past the music and at him, in the vision and without* *sings of a soft smile and fingers entwined among the elanor*
[Daeron] *sings of eyes alight with stars, and a hand seeking another's, to share this, this moment, wholly together*
[Maglor] *and of eyes alight with joy, which may be a wistful thought. Of hands clasping and eyes meeting -- perhaps their eyes do meet, across their little room, or perhaps they are both too absorbed in their music -- and of, on a soft note, parted lips seeking out another mouth*
[Daeron] *a warm note of pleasure that comes from the touch of lips, tongue, mouths, and the fluttering notes that is the thrill of a long lonely body-soul-mind touched again*
[Maglor] *sings a trill of laughter as the music gains intensity yet remains deliberate: a theme of exploration, of seeking, finding out... a song of discovery and joy of what is found*
[Daeron] *sings softer, a playful whisper in the ear of a lover, a theme of secrets and long hidden things, dancing from Maglor's theme as if welcoming the chase*
[Maglor] *follows with a theme of gentle prying and soft searching whispers; of playful, laughing chase and irresistable capture, and of holding the fleeting figure in one's arms, matching your steps to his*
[Daeron] *butterfly notes of an unrestrainable laugh, and the warmth of being surrounded-safe-loved by another's arms, of tumbling to the the ground and crushing the flowers beneath so that everything smells as sweet as petals*
[Maglor] *of laughing, of drinking in the scent and becoming drunk on kisses; as the sense of finding-out, stripping-down, digging-deep intensifies, as the trilling notes of soft touches become more passionate and remain playful, a new dual theme of mingled gentleness and fire emerges at the center*
[Daeron] *the notes become deeper, of doors behing opened, of cocoons being shed, of the rain of light upon bare wings; this is a surrender, the baring to flame, that unshakable trust that the theme will not be shattered*
[Maglor] *a softening, a reassuring -- the trust is well-founded -- and then continuing, building, a theme of taking without draining, of giving all in return.... and the crescendo mounts, slowly now in its beginnings yet building ever upon the old theme of Light and now of flame, for the flame consumes all, and yet brings light, and is Imperishable within them*
[Daeron] *follows, a braiding of soft and powerful, until reaching the top - the limit - the end.... and shatters it like a pheonix rising, a triumphant note that spirals above all the others*
[Maglor] *finds his note and matches it, trilling upwards upon his triumphant final chord in a great coming-together of their two musics: the purity of the light and the wild heart of the forest. And then comes the slow withdrawl: a gentle rain of scarce-audible notes as of lying content and entwined in one perfect moment forever, while the music and the vision fade around them*
[Daeron] *fades to a whisper, until silence and reality anchors him down again* *eyelids flutter open, seeking out Maglor*
[Maglor] *raises up his eyes, glancing beside him for Daeron, only to find that he is no longer so close* *looks across the room, to find and meet his gaze*
[Daeron] *softly* Hi. *...tentativly crosses over to him, the room feeling very cold all of the sudden*
[Maglor] *shaking a little still from the after-effects of the music, mouth and lips dry, voice slightly hoarse... from singing or emotion it's not clear* Hi. *slowly extends a hand to him, palm upwards*
[Daeron] *carefully takes it in both his hands, and quietly kisses the palm of his hand, not trusting his voice or mind*
[Maglor] *closes his eyes briefly at the kiss, then reaches to stroke his cheek*
[Daeron] *lets, following the hand with one of his own, and carefully settles beside Maglor*
[Maglor] *leans back to allow him to sit* *runs his thumb along Daeron's lips, exploring a little physically now, though so much has already passed between their spirits*
[Daeron] *smiles, brushing Maglor's hair back to stroke his ear and jaw*
[Maglor] *leans into the touch, smiling back, and soon leans forward to kiss him, very softly*
[Daeron] *gently returns it, sliding his hand rest on the back of Maglor's neck*
[Maglor] *pulls closer to him, deepening the kiss*
[Daeron] *tangles his fingers in Maglor's hair, enjoying the long, slow kiss*
[Maglor] *yes, very long and very slow... which is still of course incomparable to the music, but nevertheless wonderful* *pulls back after quite a long time, merely to look at him and enjoy it*
[Daeron] *nothing is comparable to the music* *smiles at him, and curls close, enjoying the warmth and just the sensation of touch*
[Maglor] *wraps both arms around him, warm and safe and smiling, and kisses the side of his head, content in the silence after the song*
Session Close: Tue Jan 03 08:37:22 2006
Backstory: At various points today, these two were turned into children. Maglor put his budding musical talent to the test, attempting to give his new friend an image of the Two Trees. Which made the typists interested to see what might happen if they applied the same principles in AnOTP.
In which there is gratuitous emo, and music!sex. Music!sex! It makes me wonder if the Ainur did this sort of thing (and I suspect the answer is yes).
Session Start: Mon Jan 02 23:04:50 2006
* Now talking in #df-emobards
* Maglor sets mode: +s
[Maglor] *lounging, let us say, upon a divan, for a bit of variety*
[Daeron] *comes in, quietly as always, and looks a bit relieved to find Maglor by himself*
[Maglor] *is relieved to be by himself* *looks up* Hi.
[Daeron] *slight smile* Hello.
[Maglor] *sits up and sets down his little harp -- which he was poking at idly, but not really playing, we didn't mention* How're things?
[Daeron] Overwhelming, still. Yet that will pass. It is a nice place... Only thing that is missing is a bar, which is what I need after seeing Luthien.
[Maglor] *small smile* Nice enough. There's no lack of alcohol, really.
[Daeron] Yes. Well taken care of. Hallelujah.
[Maglor] Overwhelming, though. Chaotic. *wryly* The child thing... happens. Farily often.
[Daeron] ...oh dear. *flushes slightly in rememberance* At least we were cute?
[Maglor] *after you and my brother broke me, yes* *snorts a little, with a side of maybe-grin* Small favours.
[Daeron] *...sorry. sort of.* *small grin in return* You have to take what you get.
[Maglor] *...thoroughly deserved it* *twinklesmirk* You got snow down your shirt.
[Daeron] Only because you play dirty.
[Maglor] *attempts to look innocent*
[Daeron] *looks amused and takes a seat somewhere*
[Maglor] *curls up on his divan-thing, looking wry* *looks wry a lot these days*
[Daeron] *sighs* Being a kid was nice, though.
[Maglor] It is. It's-- before. *looks up with a small wry smile* I sound wise about it. That was the first time for me as well.
[Daeron] ...yes. It... *sighs* I suppose everything seems like it is better when you are a child, no? You look at things different.
[Maglor] Everything is better-- *sighs* Yes. You do.
[Daeron] Hmph. *leans back in his chair* It makes me feel old and depressing.
[Maglor] We weren't before?
[Daeron] Well, yes, it just was not in so painfully sharp a focus.
[Maglor] *grimaces* *and now realises even more poignantly why the big brother is always more withdrawn than usual after a bout of childhood, but that's beside the point* ...Yes. *chews on his lip thoughtfully*
[Daeron] ... *quietly, without really noticing that he is talking* Your home was beautiful.
[Maglor] *startled out of thought; looks at him* *softly, letting himself remember it for once* ...It was.
[Daeron] *closes his eyes, remembering, but whether it is the Trees or Doriath before the sun one cannot be sure*
[Maglor] *is remembering the Trees, that's certain, as unbidden and unknowing he whispers a fragment of the old song*
[Daeron] *turns to watch him, listening quietly*
[Maglor] *looks up suddenly to find himself being watched, colouring slightly, and the whisper becomes a sigh as he realises what it was he was saying*
[Daeron] *continues to watch him* You never lost your voice, at least.
[Maglor] The one thing I've always had.... The same can be said of you. *this is something approaching a smile*
[Daeron] *slight smile in return*
[Maglor] *leans back, finding it necessary to bite his tongue to keep from continuing the song*
[Daeron] *now they are quiet* *cannot really find anything better to do than keep looking at Maglor* It is... odd. You are... you are not the only constant, any more.
[Maglor] *looks down, hugging one knee* I know. I- *half to himself* I never thought I'd see any of them again. I didn't want to. And now. . .
[Daeron] ...Are...are you glad to be here, now that...you have seen them all again?
[Maglor] That's the thing. After all... after everything... I find I still love them.
[Daeron] That's... to be expected, I suppose. Like you said in the kitchen, they are your family.
[Maglor] Yes. *sigh* *looks back at him*
[Daeron] *looks away* They...act nothing like I thought they would, from what little I have seen.
[Maglor] *a wee bit bitter* We don't spend every moment going mad. I... forgot that.
[Daeron] *bitterly* Just a good chunk of the later years? *realizes what he just said* ...Apologies.
[Maglor] *hardly even reacts to that* ...You owe me none. Not even if you were not right.
[Daeron] If I was not right, I would owe you more of one.
[Maglor] *shakes head* *has apparently been more broken today than he was telling his typist, hi*
[Daeron] *frowns, looking back at him* ...are you alright?
[Maglor] *looks up at the ceiling* Well enough. *and, repeating himself* You owe me no apologies.
[Daeron] You mean you think you do not deserve said apologies.
[Maglor] Do I?
[Daeron] I would not give you them if I did not think so.
[Maglor] No, you wouldn't. *and this is admitting some sort of defeat*
[Daeron] *watching him again*
[Maglor] *looks back*
[Daeron] *meets his gaze this time*
[Maglor] *holds it* *and whispers, half-pleading* . . .Sing.
[Daeron] ...what would you like me to sing?
[Maglor] Anything.
[Daeron] *nods and, after a moment's deliberation, begins to sing something soft and sad but with an underlying memory of joy, as it correlates with his mood*
[Maglor] *bows his forehead on his knee, listening*
[Daeron] *completely loses himself in the song, eyes closed*
[Maglor] *and softly, without looking up or thinking on it much, picks up the now-ancient song of the Trees, joining it to Daeron's in such a way that they seem to fit together, and strengthening the theme of remembered joy*
[Daeron] *own voice strengthens with the addition, weaving the two themes together*
[Maglor] *as is in an odd state, and these days doesn't have to try so hard -- or much at all -- to bring the music to life, those visions are probably coming back, whether he means them to or not*
[Daeron] *loves those visions* *smiles as he begins to see*
[Maglor] *goes on... yes, there's the Trees in full Technicolor... and a flash of a whole household full of ickle Fëanorians... Alqualondë long before the Kinslaying... and Varda, tending her Wells*
[Daeron] *quite nearly gets lost in the visions of Maglor, but regains his own theme* *returns with visions of the stars through the leaves, deer racing through a forest of giant trees, the festivals of the Sindar*
[Maglor] *is keeping his personal memories of Doriath firmly Somewhere Else, as he picks up the universal theme of the stars, spreading across the earth from Doriath to Aman, and back to the Trees, which are what started all this, somehow interweaving with the visions of Doriath*
[Daeron] *takes it a bit higher, melding the stars and the Trees into Light, joyous and untainted*
[Maglor] *and that, if one can lose oneself in the purity and forget for a while the marring, is sheer joy* *so matches his music to Daeron's, exultant*
[Daeron] *laughs into the song, turning it almost playful*
[Maglor] *upon the wings of joy, pours more into the vision, that they would seem to be lying beneath the wheeling stars: on one side a forest and on the other a fair white city... taking joys from every age and creating from them a perfect moment, just for them*
[Daeron] *whispers a sweet breeze through their hair, and soft, dark grass for them to lay on. smiles into the song*
[Maglor] *smiles past the music and at him, in the vision and without* *sings of a soft smile and fingers entwined among the elanor*
[Daeron] *sings of eyes alight with stars, and a hand seeking another's, to share this, this moment, wholly together*
[Maglor] *and of eyes alight with joy, which may be a wistful thought. Of hands clasping and eyes meeting -- perhaps their eyes do meet, across their little room, or perhaps they are both too absorbed in their music -- and of, on a soft note, parted lips seeking out another mouth*
[Daeron] *a warm note of pleasure that comes from the touch of lips, tongue, mouths, and the fluttering notes that is the thrill of a long lonely body-soul-mind touched again*
[Maglor] *sings a trill of laughter as the music gains intensity yet remains deliberate: a theme of exploration, of seeking, finding out... a song of discovery and joy of what is found*
[Daeron] *sings softer, a playful whisper in the ear of a lover, a theme of secrets and long hidden things, dancing from Maglor's theme as if welcoming the chase*
[Maglor] *follows with a theme of gentle prying and soft searching whispers; of playful, laughing chase and irresistable capture, and of holding the fleeting figure in one's arms, matching your steps to his*
[Daeron] *butterfly notes of an unrestrainable laugh, and the warmth of being surrounded-safe-loved by another's arms, of tumbling to the the ground and crushing the flowers beneath so that everything smells as sweet as petals*
[Maglor] *of laughing, of drinking in the scent and becoming drunk on kisses; as the sense of finding-out, stripping-down, digging-deep intensifies, as the trilling notes of soft touches become more passionate and remain playful, a new dual theme of mingled gentleness and fire emerges at the center*
[Daeron] *the notes become deeper, of doors behing opened, of cocoons being shed, of the rain of light upon bare wings; this is a surrender, the baring to flame, that unshakable trust that the theme will not be shattered*
[Maglor] *a softening, a reassuring -- the trust is well-founded -- and then continuing, building, a theme of taking without draining, of giving all in return.... and the crescendo mounts, slowly now in its beginnings yet building ever upon the old theme of Light and now of flame, for the flame consumes all, and yet brings light, and is Imperishable within them*
[Daeron] *follows, a braiding of soft and powerful, until reaching the top - the limit - the end.... and shatters it like a pheonix rising, a triumphant note that spirals above all the others*
[Maglor] *finds his note and matches it, trilling upwards upon his triumphant final chord in a great coming-together of their two musics: the purity of the light and the wild heart of the forest. And then comes the slow withdrawl: a gentle rain of scarce-audible notes as of lying content and entwined in one perfect moment forever, while the music and the vision fade around them*
[Daeron] *fades to a whisper, until silence and reality anchors him down again* *eyelids flutter open, seeking out Maglor*
[Maglor] *raises up his eyes, glancing beside him for Daeron, only to find that he is no longer so close* *looks across the room, to find and meet his gaze*
[Daeron] *softly* Hi. *...tentativly crosses over to him, the room feeling very cold all of the sudden*
[Maglor] *shaking a little still from the after-effects of the music, mouth and lips dry, voice slightly hoarse... from singing or emotion it's not clear* Hi. *slowly extends a hand to him, palm upwards*
[Daeron] *carefully takes it in both his hands, and quietly kisses the palm of his hand, not trusting his voice or mind*
[Maglor] *closes his eyes briefly at the kiss, then reaches to stroke his cheek*
[Daeron] *lets, following the hand with one of his own, and carefully settles beside Maglor*
[Maglor] *leans back to allow him to sit* *runs his thumb along Daeron's lips, exploring a little physically now, though so much has already passed between their spirits*
[Daeron] *smiles, brushing Maglor's hair back to stroke his ear and jaw*
[Maglor] *leans into the touch, smiling back, and soon leans forward to kiss him, very softly*
[Daeron] *gently returns it, sliding his hand rest on the back of Maglor's neck*
[Maglor] *pulls closer to him, deepening the kiss*
[Daeron] *tangles his fingers in Maglor's hair, enjoying the long, slow kiss*
[Maglor] *yes, very long and very slow... which is still of course incomparable to the music, but nevertheless wonderful* *pulls back after quite a long time, merely to look at him and enjoy it*
[Daeron] *nothing is comparable to the music* *smiles at him, and curls close, enjoying the warmth and just the sensation of touch*
[Maglor] *wraps both arms around him, warm and safe and smiling, and kisses the side of his head, content in the silence after the song*
Session Close: Tue Jan 03 08:37:22 2006