Maglor/Daeron - The Saga Still Continues (Part II: The Emo Strikes Back)
This is Part II of the most recent emobards plotline. In Part I, Daeron found himself talking to more crazy people than he was entirely comfortable with, Huan was effortlessly superior, and Maglor was sleepy.
But alas, such things were not made to last.
[Daeron] *right. totally stumbling down for breakfast, slightly rumpled from sleep. AND ONLY SLEEP, he would like everyone to know*
[Elrond] *turns his head away, biting his lip*
[Daeron] *notices Elrond and shies away, not looking at him; quietly goes to start the coffee maker*
[Elrond] *lets his hair fall over his face*
[Daeron] *augh guilt* *makes toast, but seems to be chewing his lip more*
[Elrond] *trembles* How are you.
[Daeron] I- *quietly* ...complicated. Yourself?
[Elrond] *doesn't respond*
[Daeron] ...ah. *looks down*
[Elrond] *breathes heavily*
[Elrond] Daeron.
[Daeron] ...yes?
[Elrond] Are you taking care of him.
[Daeron] ...I'm trying. I don't know how.
[Elrond] Trying?
[Elrond] *looks up at him slowly; sorta creepy*
[Daeron] *not looking over at him* We...neither of us saw this coming. You saw it before us. It seems most have. We're...still dealing with it.
[Elrond] *barks* You WILL take care of him! I will not stand for some rat to nibble and then desert him.
[Elrond] Fuck.. *grips the counter*
[Daeron] *spins on him* I. Will. Not. Lose. Desert. Him.
[Elrond] *head snaps up* And you better not be nibbling, either. I'll have your skinned head as a treasure.
[Daeron] "Nibbling?"
[Elrond] *advances on him* Maglor was my second love. I couldn't love Celebrian, and now I can't love him. *hiss* You know what I mean. Take him for granted. Use him.
[Daeron] *a bit fiercely* You act as if I am some flake. I have not once used him in all my years of knowing him, and I will not start now.
[Elrond] You never know.
[Daeron] I have very little sureity in any of this. But that I know.
[Elrond] *trembling with mixed fury and angst* Then why bother.
[Daeron] ...why bother with what?
[Elrond] Why bother with him.
[Elrond] Oh, because, he's a great fuck buddy, isn't he?
[Elrond] *laughs, sort of maniacally* Oh, oh, Daeron.. *hand strikes out and nearly catches his arm, but intentionally misses*
[Daeron] *kljadskjfaskldjf* *hotly* I wouldn't know about that. ... *takes a quick step back*
[Elrond] You wouldn't? *steps closer*
[Daeron] I have not had sex with him, if that is what you want to know. *another step back*
[Elrond] *continues to advance* Excuse me for my madness, I'm not right in the head.
[Elrond] I haven't been since... nevermind. *wicked grin* I adore Maglor. You adore him, love him.
[Daeron] *right, going to get the table between them, because this guy is scary* ...I do...
[Elrond] What do I know? I've just been tossed around a bit, dropped here and there...
[Elrond] HA! *slams his hands down on the table* Daeron! My dear, dear Daeron...
[Daeron] *jumps back when he does* *rather frightened by him, hi*
[Elrond] *screams out of nowhere*
[Daeron] *stares at him*
[Elrond] I loved him! I'll tell you, I loved him.
[Elrond] *points at him* You dare to hurt him, and I swear to Eru..
[Daeron] *--pure wave of pity. he knows what this feels like*
[Elrond] *leans against the table for support*
[Elrond] Daeron...
[Daeron] *quietly* ...I'm...I'm sorry. I won't hurt him.
[Elrond] *pushes himself back* You had better not. Or else.
[Elrond] *grabs a knife from the drawer and holds it up to the light*
[Elrond] I used to be really good at throwing knives.
[Daeron] *barely stops himself from shrinking away* I wouldn't. Not even if there were no threats........
[Elrond] *clutches the blade hard, his hand beginning to bleed*
[Elrond] You... you know what feels good...?
[Daeron] *shakes head, rather speechless*
[Elrond] Ask Maglor... he'll give you a nice... nice massage.. I hear they're
great...
[Elrond] I... I told you I... wasn't right in... the head..
[Daeron] *chews his lip hard, and wants to bolt, but Elrond is between him and the door*
[Elrond] Tell Maglor about this.. and I will make sure.. you won't speak again..
[Elrond] ... and nor will he...
[Elrond] *slow smile*
[Daeron] *if we weren't tense before WE ARE NOW* *mouth goes dry, but he nods*
[Elrond] *throws the knife at Daeron's feet* Do it!
[Elrond] Do it! Eru, just do it!
[Daeron] *jumps back, completely bewildered*
[Elrond] If you won't, I will!
[Elrond] I'll just rid of myself from you and your happiness.
[Elrond] *clutches his head* Eru.. the room spins..
[Daeron] Ican't...*edges away from the knife and Elrond*
[Elrond] *screams* DO IT!
[Daeron] NO! *right, going for the door*
[Elrond] *catches Daeron by the arm and flings him back*
[Daeron] *stumbles back against the table*
[Elrond] *staggers forward*
[Daeron] *panics, trying to get away from him*
[Elrond] *swoops down and picks up the knife, holding it to his throat*
[Elrond] No more.. no more..
[Daeron] *grabs Elrond's wrist on impulse* No!
[Elrond] *jerks away from him, cutting a gash in Daeron's hand and nicking
his jaw*
[Daeron] *hisses in pain, stumbling back* *glares at Elrond* For someone so insistant that Maglor should not get hurt you're on the way to doing the worst you could do. If you kill yourself it will hurt him worse than anything.
[Elrond] *stumbles back onto the floor* *gasps and just sort of lies there*
[Daeron] ...... *presses his hand to the gash, watching Elrond warily*
[Elrond] *silent*
[Daeron] *bites his lip, not sure what to do*
[Elrond] *whispers* Maglor would understand...
[Elrond] I was never really right in the head...
[Elrond] He's understand...
[Elrond] He'd see... see that I'd be better off gone...
[Daeron] *shakes his head* *quietly* No he wouldn't. He'd blame himself for all of it.
[Elrond] Please tell him not to.
[Elrond] It's not proper.
[Elrond] He's too pretty to blame himself like that.
[Daeron] ... ... ... ...
[Elrond] *voice gets softer and soften* I forgot... bloodshed isn't the way to go... I'll just... fall asleep...
[Daeron] ... *tries to creep around him*
[Elrond] *curls into himself and relaxes*
[Elrond] *whispers* Gil-Galad...
[Elrond] I... I'll just... my love. *breathes, and that is all.*
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[Maglor] *exists, possibly harping to himself*
[Daeron] *slips back into the room to get something -- had been hoping Maglor wasn't there* *still hasn't gotten out of the clothes he fell asleep in, nor does he look like he's tidied up at all* *also, very pale and morethanspooked, hi*
[Maglor] *looks up when he comes in, and sees the trauma* ...Daeron?
[Daeron] *quietly* Hi.
[Maglor] *softly, worried* What's happened?
[Daeron] I'm...not...entirely sure. *sinks to the floor beside him*
[Maglor] *sets his harp aside, biting his lip* Tell me about it anyway.
[Daeron] Elrond. *there, that's a solid piece of information* He... I met him in the kitchen.
[Maglor] *okay, already this can't be good* *gently* And?
[Daeron] *very, very quietly* Ithinkheisdead.
[Maglor] *blanches* Wh-- how?
[Daeron] *shakes his head* I don't-I don't know-he- *useless hand gesture, probably with the one that's been neatly bandaged* He wasn't...he wasn't right.
[Maglor] *sees the bandage, of course, and grabs that hand mid-gesture* What happened?
[Daeron] *all in one breath* Hewasupsetandwildandthreatenedmeandtriedtokillhimself.
[Maglor] *rather breaks, though holding onto Daeron's hand as a lifeline* *and, speaking of that hand...* And-- did he-- did he do this?
[Daeron] *the clinging rather hurts, but he won't say anything* *whispers* Not on purpose. He had the blade to his neck and I took his wrist, and he jerked.
[Maglor] *bows his head and drops the hand, rather more broken* *nearly begins to say something, but cannot, so just remains still*
[Daeron] I- *chews on his lip, not knowing what to do* *cautiously tries to wrap his arms around him*
[Maglor] *moves one hand to squeeze his upper arm gratefully, but it couldn't really be called hugging back* *whispers, barely audible* ...I'msosorry...
[Daeron] *tightens his hold when Maglor doesn't move away* No, no. It isn't your fault.
[Maglor] *wouldn't-- couldn't move away, even now. It's Daeron* *sags against him, unable to respond save with a whispered litany of apology*
[Daeron] *shifts to better cling to him, stroking his hair* *whispers in retun, almost rocking him* Shh, shh, no...don't apologize...
[Maglor] *does stop eventually, with a choked half-sob, and wraps his arms around Daeron in turn, still and silent*
[Daeron] *holds him tightly, scared and worried*
[Maglor] *may be alright. Later. For now, will just cling*
[Daeron] *will probably cling until forced to move*
[Maglor] *which will be a long while yet* *but will eventually gain the power of speech again, and start to speak softly against his neck* I-- I'm sorry, I-- shouldn't have let it...
[Daeron] *continues to stroke Maglor's hair with his uninjured hand* It's not your fault. You did not know.
[Maglor] *sits up a bit, not letting go, and shakes his head softly* Thank you. *will, of course, continue to blame himself*
[Daeron] *...not surprised. at all.* *studies him worriedly*
[Maglor] *looks back at him brokenly for a moment, before looking down at his injured hand and taking it again, more gently this time*
[Daeron] *watches him* It's not bad.
[Maglor] *runs his thumb along the bandage, unable to think of much to say--* Does it hurt?
[Daeron] Some. Not enough to keep me from playing.
[Maglor] *a bit less lifelessly* Would anything?
[Daeron] *honestly* Not if I could help it.
[Maglor] *this would be fondly, if he were less broken* I know.
[Daeron] *reaches out to stroke his cheek, not sure what else to do*
[Maglor] *feels terribly useless* *but leans into the touch slightly*
[Daeron] *will continue, leaning back against Maglor, trying to be as comforting as he can*
[Maglor] *wraps his other arm around him, and-- yes. Will be somewhat comforted*
[Daeron] *is just going to nuzzle against him and cuddle, here*
* Loki is now known as Maitimo
[Daeron] *look! an emo elf with tea. how exciting*
[Maitimo] *look, a tall scary Fëanorian redhead!* *ph33r*
[Daeron] *...does, honestly*
[Maitimo] * ;__; *
[Daeron] *...not going to really show it, at this point, as is staring into his tea. but. yes, you're scary*
[Maitimo] *anyway, right* *sees Daeron and, at risk of spooking him out, will quietly go over to him*
[Daeron] *has been spooked out enough the last few days that at this point he's just tired* *...glances up at Maitimo*
[Maitimo] *sits opposite him* Sorry for disturbing you. *in a way that makes clear that he is, but isn't going to stop because of it*
[Daeron] ...it's alright. Just refrain from waving anything sharp at me or putting threats on my life, and I'll be okay.
[Maitimo] I don't do that sort of thing anymore. I... wanted to ask you about Maglor.
[Daeron] ...oh? What-What about him?
[Maitimo] What has happened to him? He's-- *grimaces* all I can get out of him is something about Elrond. I thought... you might know.
[Daeron] *curls up a bit tighter* I am not sure he would want me to tell you.
[Maitimo] Even if Maglor were not my brother, what concerns Elrond concerns me also, to an extent. And I suspect he's hurt him somehow.
[Daeron] *quietly, but almost sharply* Elrond is dead.
[Maitimo] *facepalms, which is probably not the reaction Dae was expecting* Is he. *this is a grimace that implies "Oooo, that boy's in so. Much. Trouble."* How?
[Daeron] I... *sort of frowns* I'm not sure...he...just...passed.
[Maitimo] *fairly grim* He would. *will Have Words with him, for sure* ...Were you there?
[Daeron] ... *slight swallow* *nods*
[Maitimo] *grimace* I'm sorry. I expect he was being... somewhat unreasonable. *looks down at the table as though it just killed his puppy, and is going to pay* I'll speak with him.
[Daeron] *...doesn't comment on the unreasonable* *carefully, as you don't irritate the man whose puppy has been kilt* ...er...how, exactly?
[Maitimo] *blink* How what?
[Daeron] ...will you talk to him.
[Maitimo] ...Later. When he returns.
[Daeron] *...blank look of 'please don't tell me you're crazy too'*
[Maitimo] *realises oh, right, he's new here* No one stays dead very long around here. Hey, I've died twice! He'll be back soon. *at which point he'll be totally grounded*
[Daeron] ......they...they don't? *doesn't look pleased by that prospect by any means. in fact, is rather horrified, though he tries not to show it*
[Maitimo] No. *sees the horrified expression, but really... what can you say?*
[Daeron] Oh. *clams up*
[Maitimo] Look on the bright side. It means that if Maglor ever dies, you won't lose him forever.
[Daeron] Thank Eru. *flail* Especially with Elrond threatening to kill him.
[Maitimo] ...Tell me about that outside of strikeouts, will you?
[Daeron] ...you'd have to push about what happened in the kitchen.
[Maitimo] Will do.
[Maitimo] *sighs, and just looks sort of weary now* Just what did he do?
[Daeron] Er...he... *chews on lip, not exactly sure how to say this, and doesn't want to piss Mae off*
[Maitimo] *won't do anything drastic, promise* *inclines his head and waits for him to continue*
[Daeron] ...he...was upset by my presence and...in all honesty...seemed to rather lose his mind.
[Maitimo] *purses lips -- family trait! -- and nods* In what way?
[Daeron] ...forgive me but...he- *hesitates* Did not wish me to share it with Maglor, and, though he did not say it, no doubt with anyone else, and I fear I've already endangered Maglor and I for what has already been said.
[Maitimo] *flatly, because that really only implies one thing* He threatened you. Both of you.
[Daeron] *flinches and nods*
[Maitimo] *is pissed off, sorry Dae* That. Boy. Is grounded. For a century. He'll answer for that. And he will not hurt either of you or I'm cutting his allowance.
[Daeron] *going to quietly nod, because even if it's not him Maedhros is angry at - scary*
[Maitimo] *yeah, sorry. Restraining temper, here. But as we said, One Does Not Mess with his little brother, even when One is his foster-son* *calmly -- perhaps a bit too calmly* I'm sorry. As I said, I'll speak with him. *and by "speak", we mean "make our displeasure known beyond a shadow of a doubt"*
[Daeron] *quietly* ...thank you.
[Maitimo] *softens slightly* It's the least I can do to him.
[Daeron] *tiny quirk of an almost smile*
[Maitimo] *progress!* *slightly smiles back*
[Daeron] *well, you know, you're protective of Maglor. that makes you a Good Person (mostly) (if scary)*
[Maitimo] *'course I am. :)* *looks at Dae's teacup, which must be either empty or cold by now* Would you like more tea?
[Daeron] *...blinks at his cold tea* ...that would be nice.
[Maitimo] *takes his cup, then, and shall go make timewarp!tea*
[Daeron] *hi, the eldest son of Fëanor is making me tea. Surreal, anyone?*
[Maitimo] *back with tea* *and milk and sugar, as has no idea how Daeron takes his*
[Daeron] *again with the almost smile* Thank you. *takes his tea and makes a syrup out of it*
[Maitimo] *watches the syrup-making, and sips his own (undefiled) tea*
[Daeron] *...has a sweet tooth that has nothing to do with angels. It's good that way! ;_;*
[Maitimo] *whatever floats your boat, man*
[Daeron] *...not sure what to say, so, drinking his tea* *and secretly has a little shoulder Thingol throwing a fit in his mind, and he's not sure if he's amused or disturbed*
[Maitimo] *perhaps Dae's shoulder Thingol and Mae's shoulder Fëanor should leave them alone and fight it out between themselves?* *yeah... equally mulling over his tea. Fails at conversation*
[Daeron] [[Shoulder!Thingol: *GLARES DEATH AT SHOULDER FEA*]] [[Shoulder-Elf Death-match 2000!]]
[Daeron] *...heh. does too. With everyone in the world EXCEPT Maglor* *sips
tea, occasionally glancing up to watch Maedhros*
[Maitimo] *is generally alright with conversation. But you can't exactly open with "so. Have you and my brother gotten around to accepting you're in love yet?""
[Daeron] *would choke on his tea and die* *fidgets a bit*
[Maitimo] *finishes his tea eventually, and looks at him steadily* I'm afraid I must go. *and this may or may not be a glint of amusion at their failage* Nice talking to you.
[Daeron] *slight smile* Take care.
[Maitimo] *stands, but looks back at him at that -- and actually does smile. Which probably makes him look significantly less scary* You too.
This way to Part III: Return of the TMI (because no one wants to hear their mother talk about sex, ever)!
But alas, such things were not made to last.
[Daeron] *right. totally stumbling down for breakfast, slightly rumpled from sleep. AND ONLY SLEEP, he would like everyone to know*
[Elrond] *turns his head away, biting his lip*
[Daeron] *notices Elrond and shies away, not looking at him; quietly goes to start the coffee maker*
[Elrond] *lets his hair fall over his face*
[Daeron] *augh guilt* *makes toast, but seems to be chewing his lip more*
[Elrond] *trembles* How are you.
[Daeron] I- *quietly* ...complicated. Yourself?
[Elrond] *doesn't respond*
[Daeron] ...ah. *looks down*
[Elrond] *breathes heavily*
[Elrond] Daeron.
[Daeron] ...yes?
[Elrond] Are you taking care of him.
[Daeron] ...I'm trying. I don't know how.
[Elrond] Trying?
[Elrond] *looks up at him slowly; sorta creepy*
[Daeron] *not looking over at him* We...neither of us saw this coming. You saw it before us. It seems most have. We're...still dealing with it.
[Elrond] *barks* You WILL take care of him! I will not stand for some rat to nibble and then desert him.
[Elrond] Fuck.. *grips the counter*
[Daeron] *spins on him* I. Will. Not. Lose. Desert. Him.
[Elrond] *head snaps up* And you better not be nibbling, either. I'll have your skinned head as a treasure.
[Daeron] "Nibbling?"
[Elrond] *advances on him* Maglor was my second love. I couldn't love Celebrian, and now I can't love him. *hiss* You know what I mean. Take him for granted. Use him.
[Daeron] *a bit fiercely* You act as if I am some flake. I have not once used him in all my years of knowing him, and I will not start now.
[Elrond] You never know.
[Daeron] I have very little sureity in any of this. But that I know.
[Elrond] *trembling with mixed fury and angst* Then why bother.
[Daeron] ...why bother with what?
[Elrond] Why bother with him.
[Elrond] Oh, because, he's a great fuck buddy, isn't he?
[Elrond] *laughs, sort of maniacally* Oh, oh, Daeron.. *hand strikes out and nearly catches his arm, but intentionally misses*
[Daeron] *kljadskjfaskldjf* *hotly* I wouldn't know about that. ... *takes a quick step back*
[Elrond] You wouldn't? *steps closer*
[Daeron] I have not had sex with him, if that is what you want to know. *another step back*
[Elrond] *continues to advance* Excuse me for my madness, I'm not right in the head.
[Elrond] I haven't been since... nevermind. *wicked grin* I adore Maglor. You adore him, love him.
[Daeron] *right, going to get the table between them, because this guy is scary* ...I do...
[Elrond] What do I know? I've just been tossed around a bit, dropped here and there...
[Elrond] HA! *slams his hands down on the table* Daeron! My dear, dear Daeron...
[Daeron] *jumps back when he does* *rather frightened by him, hi*
[Elrond] *screams out of nowhere*
[Daeron] *stares at him*
[Elrond] I loved him! I'll tell you, I loved him.
[Elrond] *points at him* You dare to hurt him, and I swear to Eru..
[Daeron] *--pure wave of pity. he knows what this feels like*
[Elrond] *leans against the table for support*
[Elrond] Daeron...
[Daeron] *quietly* ...I'm...I'm sorry. I won't hurt him.
[Elrond] *pushes himself back* You had better not. Or else.
[Elrond] *grabs a knife from the drawer and holds it up to the light*
[Elrond] I used to be really good at throwing knives.
[Daeron] *barely stops himself from shrinking away* I wouldn't. Not even if there were no threats........
[Elrond] *clutches the blade hard, his hand beginning to bleed*
[Elrond] You... you know what feels good...?
[Daeron] *shakes head, rather speechless*
[Elrond] Ask Maglor... he'll give you a nice... nice massage.. I hear they're
great...
[Elrond] I... I told you I... wasn't right in... the head..
[Daeron] *chews his lip hard, and wants to bolt, but Elrond is between him and the door*
[Elrond] Tell Maglor about this.. and I will make sure.. you won't speak again..
[Elrond] ... and nor will he...
[Elrond] *slow smile*
[Daeron] *if we weren't tense before WE ARE NOW* *mouth goes dry, but he nods*
[Elrond] *throws the knife at Daeron's feet* Do it!
[Elrond] Do it! Eru, just do it!
[Daeron] *jumps back, completely bewildered*
[Elrond] If you won't, I will!
[Elrond] I'll just rid of myself from you and your happiness.
[Elrond] *clutches his head* Eru.. the room spins..
[Daeron] Ican't...*edges away from the knife and Elrond*
[Elrond] *screams* DO IT!
[Daeron] NO! *right, going for the door*
[Elrond] *catches Daeron by the arm and flings him back*
[Daeron] *stumbles back against the table*
[Elrond] *staggers forward*
[Daeron] *panics, trying to get away from him*
[Elrond] *swoops down and picks up the knife, holding it to his throat*
[Elrond] No more.. no more..
[Daeron] *grabs Elrond's wrist on impulse* No!
[Elrond] *jerks away from him, cutting a gash in Daeron's hand and nicking
his jaw*
[Daeron] *hisses in pain, stumbling back* *glares at Elrond* For someone so insistant that Maglor should not get hurt you're on the way to doing the worst you could do. If you kill yourself it will hurt him worse than anything.
[Elrond] *stumbles back onto the floor* *gasps and just sort of lies there*
[Daeron] ...... *presses his hand to the gash, watching Elrond warily*
[Elrond] *silent*
[Daeron] *bites his lip, not sure what to do*
[Elrond] *whispers* Maglor would understand...
[Elrond] I was never really right in the head...
[Elrond] He's understand...
[Elrond] He'd see... see that I'd be better off gone...
[Daeron] *shakes his head* *quietly* No he wouldn't. He'd blame himself for all of it.
[Elrond] Please tell him not to.
[Elrond] It's not proper.
[Elrond] He's too pretty to blame himself like that.
[Daeron] ... ... ... ...
[Elrond] *voice gets softer and soften* I forgot... bloodshed isn't the way to go... I'll just... fall asleep...
[Daeron] ... *tries to creep around him*
[Elrond] *curls into himself and relaxes*
[Elrond] *whispers* Gil-Galad...
[Elrond] I... I'll just... my love. *breathes, and that is all.*
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[Maglor] *exists, possibly harping to himself*
[Daeron] *slips back into the room to get something -- had been hoping Maglor wasn't there* *still hasn't gotten out of the clothes he fell asleep in, nor does he look like he's tidied up at all* *also, very pale and morethanspooked, hi*
[Maglor] *looks up when he comes in, and sees the trauma* ...Daeron?
[Daeron] *quietly* Hi.
[Maglor] *softly, worried* What's happened?
[Daeron] I'm...not...entirely sure. *sinks to the floor beside him*
[Maglor] *sets his harp aside, biting his lip* Tell me about it anyway.
[Daeron] Elrond. *there, that's a solid piece of information* He... I met him in the kitchen.
[Maglor] *okay, already this can't be good* *gently* And?
[Daeron] *very, very quietly* Ithinkheisdead.
[Maglor] *blanches* Wh-- how?
[Daeron] *shakes his head* I don't-I don't know-he- *useless hand gesture, probably with the one that's been neatly bandaged* He wasn't...he wasn't right.
[Maglor] *sees the bandage, of course, and grabs that hand mid-gesture* What happened?
[Daeron] *all in one breath* Hewasupsetandwildandthreatenedmeandtriedtokillhimself.
[Maglor] *rather breaks, though holding onto Daeron's hand as a lifeline* *and, speaking of that hand...* And-- did he-- did he do this?
[Daeron] *the clinging rather hurts, but he won't say anything* *whispers* Not on purpose. He had the blade to his neck and I took his wrist, and he jerked.
[Maglor] *bows his head and drops the hand, rather more broken* *nearly begins to say something, but cannot, so just remains still*
[Daeron] I- *chews on his lip, not knowing what to do* *cautiously tries to wrap his arms around him*
[Maglor] *moves one hand to squeeze his upper arm gratefully, but it couldn't really be called hugging back* *whispers, barely audible* ...I'msosorry...
[Daeron] *tightens his hold when Maglor doesn't move away* No, no. It isn't your fault.
[Maglor] *wouldn't-- couldn't move away, even now. It's Daeron* *sags against him, unable to respond save with a whispered litany of apology*
[Daeron] *shifts to better cling to him, stroking his hair* *whispers in retun, almost rocking him* Shh, shh, no...don't apologize...
[Maglor] *does stop eventually, with a choked half-sob, and wraps his arms around Daeron in turn, still and silent*
[Daeron] *holds him tightly, scared and worried*
[Maglor] *may be alright. Later. For now, will just cling*
[Daeron] *will probably cling until forced to move*
[Maglor] *which will be a long while yet* *but will eventually gain the power of speech again, and start to speak softly against his neck* I-- I'm sorry, I-- shouldn't have let it...
[Daeron] *continues to stroke Maglor's hair with his uninjured hand* It's not your fault. You did not know.
[Maglor] *sits up a bit, not letting go, and shakes his head softly* Thank you. *will, of course, continue to blame himself*
[Daeron] *...not surprised. at all.* *studies him worriedly*
[Maglor] *looks back at him brokenly for a moment, before looking down at his injured hand and taking it again, more gently this time*
[Daeron] *watches him* It's not bad.
[Maglor] *runs his thumb along the bandage, unable to think of much to say--* Does it hurt?
[Daeron] Some. Not enough to keep me from playing.
[Maglor] *a bit less lifelessly* Would anything?
[Daeron] *honestly* Not if I could help it.
[Maglor] *this would be fondly, if he were less broken* I know.
[Daeron] *reaches out to stroke his cheek, not sure what else to do*
[Maglor] *feels terribly useless* *but leans into the touch slightly*
[Daeron] *will continue, leaning back against Maglor, trying to be as comforting as he can*
[Maglor] *wraps his other arm around him, and-- yes. Will be somewhat comforted*
[Daeron] *is just going to nuzzle against him and cuddle, here*
* Loki is now known as Maitimo
[Daeron] *look! an emo elf with tea. how exciting*
[Maitimo] *look, a tall scary Fëanorian redhead!* *ph33r*
[Daeron] *...does, honestly*
[Maitimo] * ;__; *
[Daeron] *...not going to really show it, at this point, as is staring into his tea. but. yes, you're scary*
[Maitimo] *anyway, right* *sees Daeron and, at risk of spooking him out, will quietly go over to him*
[Daeron] *has been spooked out enough the last few days that at this point he's just tired* *...glances up at Maitimo*
[Maitimo] *sits opposite him* Sorry for disturbing you. *in a way that makes clear that he is, but isn't going to stop because of it*
[Daeron] ...it's alright. Just refrain from waving anything sharp at me or putting threats on my life, and I'll be okay.
[Maitimo] I don't do that sort of thing anymore. I... wanted to ask you about Maglor.
[Daeron] ...oh? What-What about him?
[Maitimo] What has happened to him? He's-- *grimaces* all I can get out of him is something about Elrond. I thought... you might know.
[Daeron] *curls up a bit tighter* I am not sure he would want me to tell you.
[Maitimo] Even if Maglor were not my brother, what concerns Elrond concerns me also, to an extent. And I suspect he's hurt him somehow.
[Daeron] *quietly, but almost sharply* Elrond is dead.
[Maitimo] *facepalms, which is probably not the reaction Dae was expecting* Is he. *this is a grimace that implies "Oooo, that boy's in so. Much. Trouble."* How?
[Daeron] I... *sort of frowns* I'm not sure...he...just...passed.
[Maitimo] *fairly grim* He would. *will Have Words with him, for sure* ...Were you there?
[Daeron] ... *slight swallow* *nods*
[Maitimo] *grimace* I'm sorry. I expect he was being... somewhat unreasonable. *looks down at the table as though it just killed his puppy, and is going to pay* I'll speak with him.
[Daeron] *...doesn't comment on the unreasonable* *carefully, as you don't irritate the man whose puppy has been kilt* ...er...how, exactly?
[Maitimo] *blink* How what?
[Daeron] ...will you talk to him.
[Maitimo] ...Later. When he returns.
[Daeron] *...blank look of 'please don't tell me you're crazy too'*
[Maitimo] *realises oh, right, he's new here* No one stays dead very long around here. Hey, I've died twice! He'll be back soon. *at which point he'll be totally grounded*
[Daeron] ......they...they don't? *doesn't look pleased by that prospect by any means. in fact, is rather horrified, though he tries not to show it*
[Maitimo] No. *sees the horrified expression, but really... what can you say?*
[Daeron] Oh. *clams up*
[Maitimo] Look on the bright side. It means that if Maglor ever dies, you won't lose him forever.
[Daeron] Thank Eru. *flail* Especially with Elrond threatening to kill him.
[Maitimo] ...Tell me about that outside of strikeouts, will you?
[Daeron] ...you'd have to push about what happened in the kitchen.
[Maitimo] Will do.
[Maitimo] *sighs, and just looks sort of weary now* Just what did he do?
[Daeron] Er...he... *chews on lip, not exactly sure how to say this, and doesn't want to piss Mae off*
[Maitimo] *won't do anything drastic, promise* *inclines his head and waits for him to continue*
[Daeron] ...he...was upset by my presence and...in all honesty...seemed to rather lose his mind.
[Maitimo] *purses lips -- family trait! -- and nods* In what way?
[Daeron] ...forgive me but...he- *hesitates* Did not wish me to share it with Maglor, and, though he did not say it, no doubt with anyone else, and I fear I've already endangered Maglor and I for what has already been said.
[Maitimo] *flatly, because that really only implies one thing* He threatened you. Both of you.
[Daeron] *flinches and nods*
[Maitimo] *is pissed off, sorry Dae* That. Boy. Is grounded. For a century. He'll answer for that. And he will not hurt either of you or I'm cutting his allowance.
[Daeron] *going to quietly nod, because even if it's not him Maedhros is angry at - scary*
[Maitimo] *yeah, sorry. Restraining temper, here. But as we said, One Does Not Mess with his little brother, even when One is his foster-son* *calmly -- perhaps a bit too calmly* I'm sorry. As I said, I'll speak with him. *and by "speak", we mean "make our displeasure known beyond a shadow of a doubt"*
[Daeron] *quietly* ...thank you.
[Maitimo] *softens slightly* It's the least I can do to him.
[Daeron] *tiny quirk of an almost smile*
[Maitimo] *progress!* *slightly smiles back*
[Daeron] *well, you know, you're protective of Maglor. that makes you a Good Person (mostly) (if scary)*
[Maitimo] *'course I am. :)* *looks at Dae's teacup, which must be either empty or cold by now* Would you like more tea?
[Daeron] *...blinks at his cold tea* ...that would be nice.
[Maitimo] *takes his cup, then, and shall go make timewarp!tea*
[Daeron] *hi, the eldest son of Fëanor is making me tea. Surreal, anyone?*
[Maitimo] *back with tea* *and milk and sugar, as has no idea how Daeron takes his*
[Daeron] *again with the almost smile* Thank you. *takes his tea and makes a syrup out of it*
[Maitimo] *watches the syrup-making, and sips his own (undefiled) tea*
[Daeron] *...has a sweet tooth that has nothing to do with angels. It's good that way! ;_;*
[Maitimo] *whatever floats your boat, man*
[Daeron] *...not sure what to say, so, drinking his tea* *and secretly has a little shoulder Thingol throwing a fit in his mind, and he's not sure if he's amused or disturbed*
[Maitimo] *perhaps Dae's shoulder Thingol and Mae's shoulder Fëanor should leave them alone and fight it out between themselves?* *yeah... equally mulling over his tea. Fails at conversation*
[Daeron] [[Shoulder!Thingol: *GLARES DEATH AT SHOULDER FEA*]] [[Shoulder-Elf Death-match 2000!]]
[Daeron] *...heh. does too. With everyone in the world EXCEPT Maglor* *sips
tea, occasionally glancing up to watch Maedhros*
[Maitimo] *is generally alright with conversation. But you can't exactly open with "so. Have you and my brother gotten around to accepting you're in love yet?""
[Daeron] *would choke on his tea and die* *fidgets a bit*
[Maitimo] *finishes his tea eventually, and looks at him steadily* I'm afraid I must go. *and this may or may not be a glint of amusion at their failage* Nice talking to you.
[Daeron] *slight smile* Take care.
[Maitimo] *stands, but looks back at him at that -- and actually does smile. Which probably makes him look significantly less scary* You too.
This way to Part III: Return of the TMI (because no one wants to hear their mother talk about sex, ever)!