Maglor/Daeron - There's some hope for them yet! Part IV: The Sparkling Codpiece
We've got fluff. We've got dancing. We've got tickle fights. We've got some minor emo. And (yes, Houston) we have achevied snoggage. *hands out the memorial thermoses*
[Daeron] *is going to be the one curled up on the bed this time, snuggled around a book*
[Maglor] *yey variety!* *comes in quietly, so as not to disturb him*
[Daeron] *doesn't seem to notice him, wetting his finger to turn a page*
[Maglor] *stands still a moment, watching him read with a soft smile, but soon announces his presence by running his fingers across the strings of a convenient harp*
[Daeron] *doesn't move right away, but smiles, glancing over the top of his book*
[Maglor] *meets his eyes and smiles back, going over to the bed -- but not sitting on it, rather kneeling by it and leaning his elbows on the mattress*
[Daeron] *smiles, putting the book down and moving over so that he is on his stomach, facing Maglor* *props his chin on his hands, his smile widening*
[Maglor] *grins a little and reaches forward to brush a stray strand of Daeron's hair from his eyes* Hi.
[Daeron] *returns the grin, helping by brushing it behind his ear* Hi. How are you?
[Maglor] *lets his hand linger on Daeron's own for a moment* I'm alright. You?
[Maglor] *and by "a moment," we probably mean "the next several hours," knowing them*
[Daeron] *turns his hand to clasp Malgor's, as the few hours they have been apart is obviously too long without physical contact* I'm well.
[Maglor] *five minutes without physical contact is too long for them, seriously* *squeezes his hand slightly* Good.
[Daeron] What have you been up to? *scoots forward a bit to lay his head on Maglor's shoulder*
[Maglor] Not very much. *turns his head to smile at him* I went walking. There was a snowstorm. *is probably actually still slightly wondblown from that*
[Daeron] *laughs* That's why your ears are cold. *nuzzles against him, partially to warm one ear* Was it nice? I have not explored much.
[Maglor] *laughs softly* Must be. *leans into the nuzzling, happily* It was. Very windy, and very nice, and I finally found some proper high ground to enjoy it from. *this, remember, is the elf who likes living on the North Atlantic in all seasons and all weather, which makes him rather crazy*
[Daeron] *but cute!* *smiles, amused* You're lucky not to freeze.
[Maglor] * :D * *smiles back* I couldn't, with you here being so warm.
[Daeron] *smiles, wrapping his arms around Maglor's shoulders, and shifting his head to the other shoulder to warm the other ear* Well, someone has to take care of you.
the other shoulder to warm the other ear* Well, someone has to take care of you.
[Maglor] *again, leans into the warming, wrapping one arm around Daeron's neck* You're very good at it.
[Daeron] *closes his eyes, nuzzling again* You deserve it.
[Maglor] *doesn't entirely agree with that, but* Thank you. *makes a small contented noise, leaning into him*
[Daeron] You'd - you do - the same for me.
[Maglor] *hugs him a bit more tightly* I hope I do.
[Daeron] *seriously* Of course you do. *a bit lighter* Otherwise I'd whine.
[Maglor] *smiles* I must be nearly immune to that by now. *sobers, and turns his head enough to nuzzle Daeron's cheek* Good.
[Daeron] Nearly, but I think I can manage a few more good pitiful looks before I wear out my welcome. *smiles at the nuzzling*
[Maglor] *laughs softly against his jaw* Maybe one or two.
[Daeron] And then what will you do with me? *untangles himself and sits up on the bed, but tugs on Maglor's hand in invitation*
[Maglor] *smiles at him and moves up onto the bed, but doesn't sit up* I'll keep you around. How else will my ears stay warm?
[Daeron] *gravely* Earmuffs. My greatest competitor.
[Maglor] *waggles his ears slightly, as apparently has skillz* They can't nearly compare.
[Daeron] *laughs and flops beside him, kissing one ear* I'd hope not.
[Maglor] No worries there. *grins, rolling onto his side to face him*
[Daeron] *smiles back, before rolling to his back and stretching luxuriously*
[Maglor] *...when someone does that, there's really only one response* *pokes*
[Daeron] *squeaks and bunches back up* Hey! *thwaps at his hand*
[Maglor] *grins* You expected me to reisist that? *evades the thwap and instead goes for his waist in an attempt to tickle*
[Daeron] *laughs, quicky avoiding him* I expect to be safe from mauling. *grabs a pillow and tries to thwap him with it*
[Maglor] *thwapped!* *now just trying to grab him to keep him still* This isn't mauling. *attempts to duck any further pillowattacks*
[Daeron] Yet. *grins cheekily and tosses the pillow at him, though he has to move to the edge of the bed to avoid Maglor*
[Maglor] *catches it and flings it back, possibly or possibly not hard enough to knock him off*
[Daeron] *makes a surprised sound and topples off*
[Maglor] *sccots over to the edge of the bed and peeks over to make sure he's not dead or anything*
[Daeron] *expects that, and throws his arms around Maglor to drag him off the bed*
[Maglor] *is dragged, with a somewhat surprised squeak, and is dragged more or less on top of Daeron, whee :D*
[Daeron] *sudden exhale as Maglor drops on him, but attempts to tickle him anyway*
[Maglor] *squeaks, and giggles, but grabs Daeron's wrists and pins them to the floor* *...vaguely realises that oh look, this is a compromising position, isn't it?*
[Daeron] *struggles, but quickly realizes how futile that is, and pouts at Maglor instead* Not fair.
[Maglor] *grins agreeably* No. * ^_^ * *and is going to be fair, then, and let his wrists go, though only to poke Daeron's pouty lip back in*
[Daeron] *nips at the finger and tries to tickle him again* Brute.
[Maglor] *dramatic* O, you wound me! *squirms at the tickling*
[Daeron] *laughs, and attempts to squirm out from under him*
[Maglor] *notices, and accomodatingly rolls off of him, though catching his hands again in the process*
[Daeron] *looks at his position* Drat. *rolls one wrist towards Maglor's thumb - look, he's not a completely uncompetant fighter! - in an attempt to free a hand*
[Maglor] *attempts to keep ahold. May however be failing*
[Daeron] *quickly changes tactics, and - now that he's not pinned by Maglor - reverses their positions so that he's sitting on top*
[Maglor] *laughs up at him, still ostensibly holding his wrists* Clever. *but doesn't really try to escape*
[Daeron] *grins at him, keeping the captured hands apart enough that he can't catch them both in one hand* Only, what do we do now? It seems we are at a bit of a stalemate.
[Maglor] *attempts to sit up, but with Daeron on his stomach, it's difficult* *will probably just end up pulling him down a little* ...Negotiate terms, I suppose.
[Daeron] *slips down until he is pretty much in Maglor's lap* What terms do you demand?
[Maglor] *sits up more, then, and smirks ever so slightly* I don't know, I rather like it here. You?
[Daeron] Oh, I could get used to it. *grins back, draping his still captured hands on Maglor's shoulders*
[Maglor] *slides his hold from Daeron's wrists to clasp his hands instead* *looks up -- yes, up -- at him with a grin* Let's stay here, then. *'s too nice to move just yet*
[Daeron] *smiles, with a bit more than amusion behind it* Very well. *squeezes his hands*
[Maglor] *smiles back warmly, making circles on Daeron's hand with his thumb* *softly* Yes.
[Daeron] *leans his forehead against Maglor's, his eyes sparkling*
[Maglor] *without taking his eyes away from Daeron's, untangles one hand, and rests on the back of his neck*
[Daeron] *reaches the free hand up to stroke Maglor's hair, tangling a lock of strands around his fingers*
[Maglor] *slides his hand around the side of Daeron's head; into his hair, along the edge of his ear, exploratory*
[Daeron] *slowly strokes Maglor's cheekbone with his thumb, nuzzling as close as he can without fully bringing their faces together*
[Maglor] *tilts his head into Daeron's hand, not enough to move their faces apart or break eye contact, and though his lips are slightly parted, keeps silence, gazing at him*
[Daeron] *drops his gaze for a moment, as if to hide a thought, though something curious is still there when their eyes meet again*
[Maglor] *moves his hand around to Daeron's cheek, a question in his own eyes*
[Daeron] *avoids the question, looking away again, this time moving his face a bit away*
[Maglor] *closes his eyes, averting his own face for a moment before looking back at him reassuringly, gently stroking his cheek if he will not look at him*
[Daeron] *leans back again, this time nuzzling against Maglor, still close but safe from having to look him in the eye*
[Maglor] *likewise nuzzles at the base of Daeron's ear, wrapping his arm around his shoulders* *and if he's not meeting Maglor's eyes, the he won't be seeing the slightly shuttered-off look in them now*
[Daeron] *sighs against Maglor's neck* *softly* I'm sorry.
[Maglor] *reaches up to stroke his hair* *quietly* No. It's alright. It has to be.
[Daeron] *wraps his arms around him* *equally as quiet, half to himself* I'm only making this harder for both of us, aren't I?
[Maglor] *wraps his other arm around him, then* We'll take this as slowly as we have to.
[Daeron] *sighs again, but remains otherwise silent*
[Maglor] *tilts Daeron's chin up until he's looking at him* *quietly* I don't care how hard it is. I love you.
[Daeron] *slowly looks at him, before taking Maglor's hand in his, clinging a little desperatly, though staying the gaze* *whispers* I love you too.
[Maglor] *squeezes back reassuringly, and places a gentls kiss on his forehead before hugging him close again*
[Daeron] *snuggles against him, a bit more content*
[Maglor] *will just snuggles for a while, then*
[Daeron] *is perfectly fine with that*
[Maglor] *finwe by him! :)*
[Maglor] *is in the kitchen with the other emobard* *can be accosted*
[Claudius] *would be accosting why, exactly? Typist is generally clueless. Left brains in the HAIR THAT SHE SHOULDN'T HAVE TOUCHED*
[Maglor] *because they're literary geeks who would die upon meeting a real, live Shakespearean*
[Claudius] *that'll work* *walks into the kitchen*
[Maglor] *nods to the new person, despite the twinge of shyness*
[Daeron] *does as well, quietly finishing off his pasta, watching Cladius through the corner of his eye*
[Claudius] *nods slightly* Hello.
[Maglor] Good evening.
[Daeron] *shifts a bit, but does notice Cladius' attire with interest*
[Claudius] ... Yes?
[Maglor] *ay, it's been a while since they've seen anyone dressed like that -- we're sorry Claudio, but they're both quite shy*
[Daeron] *slight flush* Just noticing your costume, sir. It is well made. *hides behind hair*
[Claudius] ... Costume?
[Maglor] ...Attire, then. *shyshy* It is well-made.
[Claudius] Of course it is. I *am* the king of Denmark. I cannot look *base*.
[Daeron] *eyebrow quirk* King of Denmark?
[Maglor] *raises eyebrows* I didn't know Denmark still had a king. Much less one who goes around in period costume
[Claudius] This place brings people from many times, however.
[Maglor] We'd noticed. Which king are you, then?
[Claudius] Claudius.
[Maglor] *glances at Dae, because knows this place and the fictional characters that run amok* ...Claudius brother of Hamlet, by any chance?
[Daeron] ... *gives Maglor a 'what, are you nuts? I remember Shakespeare making him up.' look* *quietly* Uncle.
[Maglor] *give him a 'trust me' look* Brother too.
[Daeron] True.
[Claudius] Yes. Brother of Hamlet, uncle of another.
[Daeron] ... *higher eyebrow raise*
[Maglor] *smiles* *and yes, does remember Will making him up* Pleased to meet you.
[Claudius] *nods*
[Daeron] ......
[Maglor] *grins at Daeron* *did we forget to mention that half the people in this place aren't real?*
[Claudius] ... Yes?
[Daeron] *coughs, and glares at Maglor, before looking back at Claudius* Apologies. I simply did not expect to find myself in the same room as a Danish Royal.
[Claudius] I see. Many things about this place are... unexpected.
[Daeron] So I've come to find.
[Claudius] *nods*
[Maglor] *politely -- is a prince, despite the dispossession and exile, after all* Well, do not let us keep you. It's an honour to meet you. Not that we helped invent you, or anything
[Daeron] Akdjfsldj I REMEMBER YOU PICKING OUT THE NAME. Indeed it was.
[Maglor] Yeah. You complained that it was too Latin for a Dane.
[Daeron] ...well. It is.
[Maglor] Not the point.
[Claudius] Of course.
[Claudius] *nods briefly and, ah, leaves. Yes.*
[Daeron] ........... *an 'explain that encounter -right now-' look*
[Maglor] *this is a really weird thing to explain* .....So, just about everyone here has one thing in common.
[Daeron] ......yes?
[Maglor] .They're -- or are widely believed to be -- fictional.
[Daeron] ............
[Maglor] ...No, I don't know.
[Daeron] ...right. And I thought meeting your family was as weird as things could get. *looks almost bemused*
[Maglor] *half-laugh* So did I.
[Daeron] I suppose that's what I get for...what do the humans call it? Jinxing myself?
[Maglor] *wry* Quite possibly.
[Daeron] *shakes his head and takes another sip of wine*
[Maglor] *by this time, perhaps they'll have finished their wine?* *this emobard is getting antsy*
[Daeron] *sees that Maglor's getting ansty, and is rather relieved to find him so* *quietly* Shall we go back up?
[Maglor] *mmm, relief* Yes, let's.
[Daeron] *puts things away then, quickly, and takes Maglor's hand*
[Maglor] *takes and squeezes it, tugging him a bit closer*
[Daeron] *willingly snugs as close as they can get without stopping their walking, as it seems there is a lackoffamily*
[Maglor] *yey lackoffamily* *and they shall escape to their room, then*
[Daeron] *escaping! :D*
[Maglor] *post-escaping, then* *enters, probably still holding hands, and promptly flops down on the bed*
[Daeron] *is pulled down on the bed, then* *lays still for a moment, then giggles*
[Maglor] *looks at him with a questioning smile* What?
[Daeron] Shakespearians. Of all of the things in the world to meet. It's...utterly absurd. *laughs again*
[Maglor] *laughs too, this time* It really is.
[Daeron] *shakes his head, snuggling close* What next? The Wizard of Oz?
[Maglor] *wraps his arms around him, snuggling* Haven't seen him. The Wicked Witch of the West, though.
[Daeron] *looks up at him* ...you're kidding.
[Maglor] *innocentgrin* Not a bit.
[Daeron] *laughs again, unable to stop it* *return the embrace* You'll tell me when I start going delusional, won't you? I fear I won't know with all these people wandering about.
[Maglor] *laughs softly* Of course I will.
[Daeron] Good. Until then, I'll brush up on my Elizabethian slang.
[Maglor] *grins* And speak in iambic pentameter.
[Daeron] *cheekily* And find my codpiece.
[Maglor] *chokes* You still have that thing?
[Daeron] *innocently* You never know what things will come in handy.
[Maglor] Yes, but it can't be all that durable. Sixteenth century make, and all. *why, the typist would love to know, are they having this conversation?*
[Daeron] *mock affronted* You may have settled with shoddy make, but I make sure my things last.
[Maglor] No Man-made codpiece was ever made to last four hundred years.
[Daeron] *grins* Maybe it's not Man-made.
[Maglor] *snickers* One more for the list of your accomplishments?
[Daeron] Actually, I was completely having you on; I threw that out the second they went out of fashion and I've never even tried to make one of the hideous things. But, yes, it would be a lovely challenge, wouldn't it? *innocently kisses him on the nose* I'll make you one for Christmas.
[Maglor] *nuzzles* A codpiece! As if the purple costume wasn't bad enough...
[Daeron] Well, you know how hard I've been looking for something to top that. *returns the nuzzling fondly*
[Maglor] *grins against him* That just might do it. Only if you put sparkles on, though.
[Daeron] I still have a good number left over from Venice. *shines cheerfully*
[Maglor] *grins, mock-mournfully* There's nothing for it, then. A glittery codpiece will definitely top the purple costume.
[Daeron] My poor abused darling. *snuggles closer* Dropped to a new level of humiliation.
[Maglor] *small contented noise* At least I won't have to live with having made the thing.
[Daeron] I'm lucky. I can pass it off as a purely artistic piece of work. Symbolism, and all that.
[Maglor] Symbolic of what? And anyway you'll still know the truth.
[Daeron] *somberly* The modern world's obsession with sex and the glorification of the phallus. *just barely manages to say that without cracking up*
[Maglor] *valiantly represses a gigglefit* Say that again with a straight face, will you?
[Daeron] *tries to compose himself* The mo-The modern- *gives up and giggles*
[Maglor] *snickergigglecrackup*
[Daeron] *soon is laughing uncontrollably*
( Then, there is an interesting diversion involving magical muffins, to our emobard's delight. )
[Maglor] *now there?* *if so, is entering with the other emobard -- rather tapdancing*
[Daeron] *following - looking completely amused with the entire situation - with the same continual tapdancing*
[Maglor] *totally laughing, even, and tapdancing madly*
[Caranthir] ... *stares at the emobards*
[Maglor] *grins at the brotherthing* Whaaat?
[Daeron] *blushes when he sees Cara, but can't keep a smile off his face*
[Caranthir] You're... Hey, Haleth!
[Haleth] *in the kitchen, hears a Cara!* *with a smile for Zaknathingy, gets up and peeks out into the main room* What is it?
[Zaknafein] *blinks, leaning a bit in his chair so he can try to see who is speaking*
[Caranthir] *gestures at the tapdancing emobards*
[Haleth] ...... *does her best to stifle her gigglefit*
[Maglor] *not even trying to stifle his*
[Daeron] *puts a hand over his mouth, trying to stop his own laughter, though his eyes are alight*
[Zaknafein] *catches sight of the Elves and ellipses*
[Maglor] *grins at Cara even more* The muffins made us do it. * ^__^ *
[Caranthir] ... the muffins made you do it. Of course.
[Caranthir] *snickering*
[Daeron] *giggles aloud* They did.
[Haleth] *yeah, likewise giggling*
[Maglor] *making the most of this, so tapdancing like a madman* *which, technically, he is* They really did.
[Daeron] *as seriously as he can* They were magic. *tapdances! quite well, we might add*
[Maglor] *of course quite well! They are the Amazing Dancing Emobards!* Magic, dance-inducing muffins!
[Caranthir] *gives up and just laughs*
[Maglor] *beams at the little brother, and tugs at Daeron* As nice as it is to know we're brining mirth into their grey and barren lives, let's go.
[Haleth] *gigglefit liek whoa*
[Daeron] I'm...glad to be of service? *blushes a little more, but smiles brightly at them and then lets himself be tugged*
[Haleth] ... *waves as they go*
[Maglor] *tapdances offstage, then!*
[Daeron] *exit stage right! cue the applause!*
[Maglor] *so, shall dance their way up to their room?*
[Daeron] *laughs as they dance into the room, spinning about with Maglor once or twice*
[Maglor] *laughs as well, lifting him and spinning him 'round*
[Daeron] *spun!* *only giggles more, grinning down at him*
[Maglor] *finishes and sets him down dizzily, catching him against him*
[Daeron] *clings to him to steady himself, smiling even as the room attempts a few spins of its own*
[Maglor] *holds him, and will just flop onto the bed, now*
[Daeron] *flops!* *snuggles agianst him, breathing a bit heavy from the dancing*
[Maglor] *laughs against him* That was fun.
[Daeron] It was. We should thank whoever placed out those muffins. And your taste in choosing, of course. *nuzzles his neck playfully*
[Maglor] *grins, and giggles slightly, because the nuzzling tickles* My taste is impeccable, of course.
[Daeron] In food, perhaps. Not so much in other things. *only makes him nuzzle more*
[Maglor] In love. *giggles more* You tickle.
[Daeron] ...I cannot claim to be any better. *innocently* Do I? *nuzzletickle!*
[Maglor] ...You're wonderful. Even if your current taste in love isn't. [3 *giggles and tries to arch his neck away, which... really doesn't work*
[Daeron] ...do not say such things, especially the ones about yourself. They are not true. *laughs, but settles down*
[Maglor] ...I'm in love, not deangstified. *grins and snuggles and kisses the top of his head*
[Daeron] ...yes, and I'm not above beating that out of you. The angst, I mean. Mmm. You're comfy.
[Maglor] ... *says nothing, on pain of being shoteded* *smiles* So're you.
[Daeron] ...do I even want to know? Good. That means we don't have to move.
[Maglor] I doubt it, as that was the typist. *snuggles more* Bah. Who needs movement?
[Daeron] *shoots his own typist before she can ask* We've had plenty of movement for the day, anyway.
[Maglor] Is it even possible to dance too much?
[Daeron] Hmmm. I do not know. We've never tried.
[Maglor] I don't think we could.
[Daeron] Probably not. We'd dance until our bodies forced us to rest, and we'd never find out either way.
[Maglor] If we danced until we physically could not dance anymore, and still weren't sick of it? That would make it impossible.
[Daeron] I suppose you are right. *smiles*
[Maglor] *grins* Of course I am.
[Maglor] *with the existing*
[Daeron] *playing his flute, perched crosslegged at the edge of the bed*
[Maglor] *smiles, hearing it, and stops in the door to listen*
[Daeron] *has his eyes closed, but knows Maglor's there, and there is a slight pause in the notes as he smiles*
[Maglor] *his emobard sense was tingling?* *does sort of inwardsquee at the smile, and enters the room quietly, crossing to his harp, at which he will sit listening for a moment longer*
[Daeron] *lets his notes take on a light, welcoming trill*
[Maglor] *draws his fingers across the harpstrings in response; a light chord of greeting*
[Daeron] *flows into a questioning tune, dancing back and forth*
[Maglor] *begins to play in earnest: a pleasent tune of well-being and contentment, and running through it a more immediate happiness of coming-home*
[Daeron] *smiles again, before playing a series of glad notes, pleased that Maglor has returned and is well*
[Maglor] *meets it with a laughing chime -- of course he's well, here -- and builds upon a theme of gentle probing, questioning in his turn*
[Daeron] *returns with gentle notes of well being, but purposefully hits a few dull, boring notes*
[Maglor] *plays a small chime of sympathy, then, overlain with a bright, cheerful exciting chord to make up for the dullness*
[Daeron] *lets a trill of amusement waft through, underlain by warm notes of comfort and thanks*
[Maglor] *takes both themes and intensifies them, turning the amusion to laughter and the warmth to a quiet tenderness*
[Daeron] *follows his lead, adding his own notes to the laughter and continuing the second theme with content, steady notes*
[Maglor] *laughs softly as he plays, though the theme of laughter eventually quiets to one of happiness, closeness, joining with the strain of content*
[Daeron] *lets the music quiet even more, soft, barely audible strains of peace*
[Maglor] *follows, until at last he trails off with a gentle, drifting chime, and looks up from the strings*
[Daeron] *finishes with a light note, and opens his eyes, placing the flute in his lap*
[Maglor] *sets his harp down carefully, and moves over to the bed with a small, content smile still playing on his lips*
[Daeron] *returns it brightly, putting the flute aside to wrap his arms around Maglor* Hi.
[Maglor] *returns the embrace, smiling happily into his hair* Hey.
[Daeron] Missed you. *does what can only be described as snuggling*
[Maglor] *snuggling? These two? O, the novelty!* *nuzzles* Missed you too.
[Daeron] *smiles more* Anything interesting happen today? *reaches up to play with his hair*
[Maglor] Not really, no. *leans his head into the hair-playing, and leans himself back onto the pillows, the better to snuggle*
[Daeron] *pouts* Then why were you gone so long? *curls happily against him, though, nuzzling his collarbone*
[Maglor] The typist was watching gay cowboys. I have no excuse. *snuggles tightly* Forgive me?
[Daeron] ...bah. *dramatic sigh* I suppose.
[Maglor] *grins, curling around him* Thankyou.
[Daeron] *gives him an amused smile, and bats at him* Hopeless.
[Maglor] *would bat right back, but is busy snuggling, so settles for amusion* How so?
[Daeron] I do not know. It sounded good at the time. *snuggles right back*
[Maglor] *is hopeless for the very simple reason that he isn't snogging Daeron right now* *grins* I'm about as far from hopeless as I've ever been, with you. You make no sense. *snuggles like a mad snuggling thing*
[Daeron] You'd love me less if I did. *snuggles like those hours apart were days*
[Maglor] No I wouldn't. *yeah, still with the snuggling*
[Daeron] Hmph. *nuzzles, for a change of pace*
[Maglor] *ooou, variety!* *giggles slightly at the nuzzling because, as has been established, hair tickles*
[Daeron] *smiles against his neck, glancing up at him*
[Maglor] *meets his eyes, smiling* *and pokes* What?
[Daeron] *grabs the offending hand* You're cute.
[Maglor] *squeezes the grabbing hand with a laugh* I am?
[Daeron] Very much so. Possibly even adorable. *frees his hand and taps Maglor's nose with a long finger*
[Maglor] *wrinkles his nose in a gratuitously adorable manner, and attempt to bite at the finger*
[Daeron] *laughs, curling his hand back up protectivly*
[Maglor] *nuzzles it instead, then, grinning*
[Daeron] *grins in return* See? My point.
[Maglor] *laughs softly, and isn't blushing the teeniest bit, really -- but even if he was, there'd be more warmth in his eyes than his cheeks*
[Daeron] *likes blushing Maglor! :D ...didn't think that, really* *smiles and nuzzles his cheek*
[Maglor] *turns his face to Daeron's, still grinning because he couldn't stop at this point if he tried -- and that may be something we've never seen out of this one before, wow* Now who's being cute?
[Daeron] *innocent look* I do not know what you are talking about.
[Maglor] *amused smile* O, my poor, confused dear. *taps his nose in turn, though his own may possibly be slightly in the way*
[Daeron] How am I confused? *noses his finger, and thus probably his nose as well*
[Maglor] *in which case, shall wrinkle said nose again, likely adorably, but nuzzle back* If you don't know what I'm talking about.
[Daeron] That would make you confusing, you know.
[Maglor] And you confused. *sparkle*
[Daeron] But it's all your fault.
[Maglor] *nuzzles* Sorry?
[Daeron] Hmm. *teases* If I forgive you this will be the second time I've been terribly nice.
[Maglor] Much more than the second. *idly reaches up and begins to play with his hair* I'll make it up to you?
[Daeron] Oh will you? How so?
[Maglor] However you like.
[Daeron] That's a dangerous offer. *slight grin*
[Maglor] *grins slightly back* I know.
[Daeron] *pretends to think overly hard*
[Maglor] *waits, overly patiently*
[Daeron] What would you be willing to do? *nuzzles again*
[Maglor] *smiles at the nuzzling* For you? Anything.
[Daeron] *looks up at him for a moment, meeting his eyes*
[Maglor] *meets them back, taking on a hint of seriousness*
[Daeron] *bites his lip after a moment, a thought coming to mind; reaches up to stroke his cheek*
[Maglor] *leans slightly into the touch, not moving or looking away, though there is a question -- and maybe the faintest glimmer of hope -- in his eyes*
[Daeron] ... *after a long moment* *very quietly* I'll never be brave enough to do it myself.
[Maglor] *cups Daeron's own cheek* *very softly* Do you want me to?
[Daeron] I...I do.
[Maglor] *gazes at him a moment, then nods without taking his eyes away, and gently pulls them to a sitting position*
[Daeron] *lets himself be pulled, keeping their eyes locked, even though a bit of anxiousness wells up in him*
[Maglor] *strokes his cheek reassuringly with one hand, holding him tightly with the other* *whispers* It's alright.
[Daeron] I...I know. *leans into the touch, trustingly*
[Maglor] *softly* I love you. *and leans in and kisses him gently, tenderly*
[Daeron] *his response is silenced by the kiss, which causes him to freeze momentarily - then he relaxes all at once, shyly returning the kiss*
[Maglor] *continues kissing him softly for a moment: not invasive, not passionately, not even exploratory yet; it is a beginning*
[Daeron] *pulls away after a moment, but not in flight, a slight smile on his lips*
[Maglor] *breathes, yes, and smiles back, tentatively, softly*
[Daeron] *softly* I love you too.
[Maglor] *finds Daeron's hand and squeezes it tightly* *cue the typist's winamp playing I Should Tell You, yey*
[Daeron] *returns the gesture, leaning his forehead against Maglor's, eyes shining*
[Maglor] *meets his eyes warmly and smiles, still of course stroking his cheek with the other hand*
[Daeron] *closes the distance between them and kisses him again, softly*
[Maglor] *relaxes into the kiss, closing his eyes and sliding his hand into Daeron's hair*
[Daeron] *lets this kiss be the exploratory one, slow and gentle, his hand coming to rest on Maglor's chest*
[Maglor] *then he'll be feeling a rather increased heartrate, despite the lesiure of the kiss*
[Daeron] *feels it, and tentativly deepens the kiss, parting his lips*
[Maglor] *gently responds in kind, running his tongue along Daeron's lower lip, letting him set the measure of the kiss*
[Daeron] *lets his hand slide up to touch Maglor's cheek, meeting his tongue with his own*
[Maglor] *and this would be a shiver at the meeting, but not a bad one, which relaxes as he loses himself in the kiss and the soft seeking-out*
[Daeron] *wraps his arms around Maglor's neck, relaxing completely as he feels Maglor do the same*
[Maglor] *still holding him tightly with one arm; will likely keep kissing until he asphyxiates*
[Daeron] *begins to realize they should part when his lungs begin to burn* *reluctantly pulls apart*
[Maglor] *pfft, lungs. Who needs lungs?* *but pulls very, very slightly away with a small gasp, eyes fluttering open*
[Daeron] *breathing. right. we forgot about that* *opens his eyes as well, seeking out Maglor's*
[Maglor] *breathing is for 73# \/\/34|[!* *meets his gaze, eyes shining*
[Daeron] *slowly grins* *breathlessly* Hi.
[Maglor] *yes, breathless, extended kissing will do that to one* *but grins back* Hi.
[Daeron] I... *has nothing he can really say, so just leans against his shoulder, beaming*
[Maglor] *turns his face to kiss the side of his head with a happy smile, and snuggles liek whoa*
[Daeron] *...going to snuggle back like a mad thing* I love you, Maglor.
[Maglor] *...is clinging out of sheer glee. This is a first* I love you too.
[Daeron] *is quietly squeeing. would probably squee outloud if he could find his voice at the moment*
[Maglor] *just beams, and buries his face in Daeron hair, laughing softly from pure joy* *which is odd, to say the least, coming from an elf*
[Daeron] *grins wider when he hears the laughter, something akin to giggles escaping*
[Maglor] *cannot help but laugh more, at that, nuzzling the base of his ear*
[Daeron] *giggles more as the nuzzling tickles*
[Maglor] *beams, and will in that case continue, and blow lightly on his ear*
[Daeron] *squeaks, curling up, unable to control his gleed grin*
[Maglor] *not even going to attempt controlling his* *tightens both arms around him and kisses his cheek, and is so totally squeeing*
[Daeron] I.... *laughs and grins and just squees. there is no coherency here*
[Maglor] *leans his head against Daeron's with a happy grin* *softly, but no less gleeful for that* I know. *is never letting go*
[Daeron] *letting go? What madness is that?* *is even more overjoyed to see Maglor happy*
[Maglor] *this is going to be a vicious cycle of glee, isn't it? Because the happier Daeron looks, the happier Maglor gets*
[Daeron] *they're going to eventually just explode* *laughs against Maglor's shoulder, beaming madly*
[Maglor] *if they do, there'll be a right mess of spun sugar* *just, zomesohappy*
[Daeron] *this can pretty much be summed up in *SQUEEE**
[Maglor] *yes, it really can. And the squeeing is not going to stop for a very long time*
[Daeron] *is probably going to still be dancing in glee for the rest of the week, at this point*
[Maglor] *is always up for dancing! :D *
[Daeron] *that would involve moving at this point, and his legs would probably not hold him* *clinggleesquee*
[Maglor] *well, true, and anyway they're clinging and have no good reason to move* *so we'll just keep being gleeful and squeeing, here*
[Daeron] *is going to be the one curled up on the bed this time, snuggled around a book*
[Maglor] *yey variety!* *comes in quietly, so as not to disturb him*
[Daeron] *doesn't seem to notice him, wetting his finger to turn a page*
[Maglor] *stands still a moment, watching him read with a soft smile, but soon announces his presence by running his fingers across the strings of a convenient harp*
[Daeron] *doesn't move right away, but smiles, glancing over the top of his book*
[Maglor] *meets his eyes and smiles back, going over to the bed -- but not sitting on it, rather kneeling by it and leaning his elbows on the mattress*
[Daeron] *smiles, putting the book down and moving over so that he is on his stomach, facing Maglor* *props his chin on his hands, his smile widening*
[Maglor] *grins a little and reaches forward to brush a stray strand of Daeron's hair from his eyes* Hi.
[Daeron] *returns the grin, helping by brushing it behind his ear* Hi. How are you?
[Maglor] *lets his hand linger on Daeron's own for a moment* I'm alright. You?
[Maglor] *and by "a moment," we probably mean "the next several hours," knowing them*
[Daeron] *turns his hand to clasp Malgor's, as the few hours they have been apart is obviously too long without physical contact* I'm well.
[Maglor] *five minutes without physical contact is too long for them, seriously* *squeezes his hand slightly* Good.
[Daeron] What have you been up to? *scoots forward a bit to lay his head on Maglor's shoulder*
[Maglor] Not very much. *turns his head to smile at him* I went walking. There was a snowstorm. *is probably actually still slightly wondblown from that*
[Daeron] *laughs* That's why your ears are cold. *nuzzles against him, partially to warm one ear* Was it nice? I have not explored much.
[Maglor] *laughs softly* Must be. *leans into the nuzzling, happily* It was. Very windy, and very nice, and I finally found some proper high ground to enjoy it from. *this, remember, is the elf who likes living on the North Atlantic in all seasons and all weather, which makes him rather crazy*
[Daeron] *but cute!* *smiles, amused* You're lucky not to freeze.
[Maglor] * :D * *smiles back* I couldn't, with you here being so warm.
[Daeron] *smiles, wrapping his arms around Maglor's shoulders, and shifting his head to the other shoulder to warm the other ear* Well, someone has to take care of you.
the other shoulder to warm the other ear* Well, someone has to take care of you.
[Maglor] *again, leans into the warming, wrapping one arm around Daeron's neck* You're very good at it.
[Daeron] *closes his eyes, nuzzling again* You deserve it.
[Maglor] *doesn't entirely agree with that, but* Thank you. *makes a small contented noise, leaning into him*
[Daeron] You'd - you do - the same for me.
[Maglor] *hugs him a bit more tightly* I hope I do.
[Daeron] *seriously* Of course you do. *a bit lighter* Otherwise I'd whine.
[Maglor] *smiles* I must be nearly immune to that by now. *sobers, and turns his head enough to nuzzle Daeron's cheek* Good.
[Daeron] Nearly, but I think I can manage a few more good pitiful looks before I wear out my welcome. *smiles at the nuzzling*
[Maglor] *laughs softly against his jaw* Maybe one or two.
[Daeron] And then what will you do with me? *untangles himself and sits up on the bed, but tugs on Maglor's hand in invitation*
[Maglor] *smiles at him and moves up onto the bed, but doesn't sit up* I'll keep you around. How else will my ears stay warm?
[Daeron] *gravely* Earmuffs. My greatest competitor.
[Maglor] *waggles his ears slightly, as apparently has skillz* They can't nearly compare.
[Daeron] *laughs and flops beside him, kissing one ear* I'd hope not.
[Maglor] No worries there. *grins, rolling onto his side to face him*
[Daeron] *smiles back, before rolling to his back and stretching luxuriously*
[Maglor] *...when someone does that, there's really only one response* *pokes*
[Daeron] *squeaks and bunches back up* Hey! *thwaps at his hand*
[Maglor] *grins* You expected me to reisist that? *evades the thwap and instead goes for his waist in an attempt to tickle*
[Daeron] *laughs, quicky avoiding him* I expect to be safe from mauling. *grabs a pillow and tries to thwap him with it*
[Maglor] *thwapped!* *now just trying to grab him to keep him still* This isn't mauling. *attempts to duck any further pillowattacks*
[Daeron] Yet. *grins cheekily and tosses the pillow at him, though he has to move to the edge of the bed to avoid Maglor*
[Maglor] *catches it and flings it back, possibly or possibly not hard enough to knock him off*
[Daeron] *makes a surprised sound and topples off*
[Maglor] *sccots over to the edge of the bed and peeks over to make sure he's not dead or anything*
[Daeron] *expects that, and throws his arms around Maglor to drag him off the bed*
[Maglor] *is dragged, with a somewhat surprised squeak, and is dragged more or less on top of Daeron, whee :D*
[Daeron] *sudden exhale as Maglor drops on him, but attempts to tickle him anyway*
[Maglor] *squeaks, and giggles, but grabs Daeron's wrists and pins them to the floor* *...vaguely realises that oh look, this is a compromising position, isn't it?*
[Daeron] *struggles, but quickly realizes how futile that is, and pouts at Maglor instead* Not fair.
[Maglor] *grins agreeably* No. * ^_^ * *and is going to be fair, then, and let his wrists go, though only to poke Daeron's pouty lip back in*
[Daeron] *nips at the finger and tries to tickle him again* Brute.
[Maglor] *dramatic* O, you wound me! *squirms at the tickling*
[Daeron] *laughs, and attempts to squirm out from under him*
[Maglor] *notices, and accomodatingly rolls off of him, though catching his hands again in the process*
[Daeron] *looks at his position* Drat. *rolls one wrist towards Maglor's thumb - look, he's not a completely uncompetant fighter! - in an attempt to free a hand*
[Maglor] *attempts to keep ahold. May however be failing*
[Daeron] *quickly changes tactics, and - now that he's not pinned by Maglor - reverses their positions so that he's sitting on top*
[Maglor] *laughs up at him, still ostensibly holding his wrists* Clever. *but doesn't really try to escape*
[Daeron] *grins at him, keeping the captured hands apart enough that he can't catch them both in one hand* Only, what do we do now? It seems we are at a bit of a stalemate.
[Maglor] *attempts to sit up, but with Daeron on his stomach, it's difficult* *will probably just end up pulling him down a little* ...Negotiate terms, I suppose.
[Daeron] *slips down until he is pretty much in Maglor's lap* What terms do you demand?
[Maglor] *sits up more, then, and smirks ever so slightly* I don't know, I rather like it here. You?
[Daeron] Oh, I could get used to it. *grins back, draping his still captured hands on Maglor's shoulders*
[Maglor] *slides his hold from Daeron's wrists to clasp his hands instead* *looks up -- yes, up -- at him with a grin* Let's stay here, then. *'s too nice to move just yet*
[Daeron] *smiles, with a bit more than amusion behind it* Very well. *squeezes his hands*
[Maglor] *smiles back warmly, making circles on Daeron's hand with his thumb* *softly* Yes.
[Daeron] *leans his forehead against Maglor's, his eyes sparkling*
[Maglor] *without taking his eyes away from Daeron's, untangles one hand, and rests on the back of his neck*
[Daeron] *reaches the free hand up to stroke Maglor's hair, tangling a lock of strands around his fingers*
[Maglor] *slides his hand around the side of Daeron's head; into his hair, along the edge of his ear, exploratory*
[Daeron] *slowly strokes Maglor's cheekbone with his thumb, nuzzling as close as he can without fully bringing their faces together*
[Maglor] *tilts his head into Daeron's hand, not enough to move their faces apart or break eye contact, and though his lips are slightly parted, keeps silence, gazing at him*
[Daeron] *drops his gaze for a moment, as if to hide a thought, though something curious is still there when their eyes meet again*
[Maglor] *moves his hand around to Daeron's cheek, a question in his own eyes*
[Daeron] *avoids the question, looking away again, this time moving his face a bit away*
[Maglor] *closes his eyes, averting his own face for a moment before looking back at him reassuringly, gently stroking his cheek if he will not look at him*
[Daeron] *leans back again, this time nuzzling against Maglor, still close but safe from having to look him in the eye*
[Maglor] *likewise nuzzles at the base of Daeron's ear, wrapping his arm around his shoulders* *and if he's not meeting Maglor's eyes, the he won't be seeing the slightly shuttered-off look in them now*
[Daeron] *sighs against Maglor's neck* *softly* I'm sorry.
[Maglor] *reaches up to stroke his hair* *quietly* No. It's alright. It has to be.
[Daeron] *wraps his arms around him* *equally as quiet, half to himself* I'm only making this harder for both of us, aren't I?
[Maglor] *wraps his other arm around him, then* We'll take this as slowly as we have to.
[Daeron] *sighs again, but remains otherwise silent*
[Maglor] *tilts Daeron's chin up until he's looking at him* *quietly* I don't care how hard it is. I love you.
[Daeron] *slowly looks at him, before taking Maglor's hand in his, clinging a little desperatly, though staying the gaze* *whispers* I love you too.
[Maglor] *squeezes back reassuringly, and places a gentls kiss on his forehead before hugging him close again*
[Daeron] *snuggles against him, a bit more content*
[Maglor] *will just snuggles for a while, then*
[Daeron] *is perfectly fine with that*
[Maglor] *finwe by him! :)*
[Maglor] *is in the kitchen with the other emobard* *can be accosted*
[Claudius] *would be accosting why, exactly? Typist is generally clueless. Left brains in the HAIR THAT SHE SHOULDN'T HAVE TOUCHED*
[Maglor] *because they're literary geeks who would die upon meeting a real, live Shakespearean*
[Claudius] *that'll work* *walks into the kitchen*
[Maglor] *nods to the new person, despite the twinge of shyness*
[Daeron] *does as well, quietly finishing off his pasta, watching Cladius through the corner of his eye*
[Claudius] *nods slightly* Hello.
[Maglor] Good evening.
[Daeron] *shifts a bit, but does notice Cladius' attire with interest*
[Claudius] ... Yes?
[Maglor] *ay, it's been a while since they've seen anyone dressed like that -- we're sorry Claudio, but they're both quite shy*
[Daeron] *slight flush* Just noticing your costume, sir. It is well made. *hides behind hair*
[Claudius] ... Costume?
[Maglor] ...Attire, then. *shyshy* It is well-made.
[Claudius] Of course it is. I *am* the king of Denmark. I cannot look *base*.
[Daeron] *eyebrow quirk* King of Denmark?
[Maglor] *raises eyebrows* I didn't know Denmark still had a king. Much less one who goes around in period costume
[Claudius] This place brings people from many times, however.
[Maglor] We'd noticed. Which king are you, then?
[Claudius] Claudius.
[Maglor] *glances at Dae, because knows this place and the fictional characters that run amok* ...Claudius brother of Hamlet, by any chance?
[Daeron] ... *gives Maglor a 'what, are you nuts? I remember Shakespeare making him up.' look* *quietly* Uncle.
[Maglor] *give him a 'trust me' look* Brother too.
[Daeron] True.
[Claudius] Yes. Brother of Hamlet, uncle of another.
[Daeron] ... *higher eyebrow raise*
[Maglor] *smiles* *and yes, does remember Will making him up* Pleased to meet you.
[Claudius] *nods*
[Daeron] ......
[Maglor] *grins at Daeron* *did we forget to mention that half the people in this place aren't real?*
[Claudius] ... Yes?
[Daeron] *coughs, and glares at Maglor, before looking back at Claudius* Apologies. I simply did not expect to find myself in the same room as a Danish Royal.
[Claudius] I see. Many things about this place are... unexpected.
[Daeron] So I've come to find.
[Claudius] *nods*
[Maglor] *politely -- is a prince, despite the dispossession and exile, after all* Well, do not let us keep you. It's an honour to meet you. Not that we helped invent you, or anything
[Daeron] Akdjfsldj I REMEMBER YOU PICKING OUT THE NAME. Indeed it was.
[Maglor] Yeah. You complained that it was too Latin for a Dane.
[Daeron] ...well. It is.
[Maglor] Not the point.
[Claudius] Of course.
[Claudius] *nods briefly and, ah, leaves. Yes.*
[Daeron] ........... *an 'explain that encounter -right now-' look*
[Maglor] *this is a really weird thing to explain* .....So, just about everyone here has one thing in common.
[Daeron] ......yes?
[Maglor] .They're -- or are widely believed to be -- fictional.
[Daeron] ............
[Maglor] ...No, I don't know.
[Daeron] ...right. And I thought meeting your family was as weird as things could get. *looks almost bemused*
[Maglor] *half-laugh* So did I.
[Daeron] I suppose that's what I get for...what do the humans call it? Jinxing myself?
[Maglor] *wry* Quite possibly.
[Daeron] *shakes his head and takes another sip of wine*
[Maglor] *by this time, perhaps they'll have finished their wine?* *this emobard is getting antsy*
[Daeron] *sees that Maglor's getting ansty, and is rather relieved to find him so* *quietly* Shall we go back up?
[Maglor] *mmm, relief* Yes, let's.
[Daeron] *puts things away then, quickly, and takes Maglor's hand*
[Maglor] *takes and squeezes it, tugging him a bit closer*
[Daeron] *willingly snugs as close as they can get without stopping their walking, as it seems there is a lackoffamily*
[Maglor] *yey lackoffamily* *and they shall escape to their room, then*
[Daeron] *escaping! :D*
[Maglor] *post-escaping, then* *enters, probably still holding hands, and promptly flops down on the bed*
[Daeron] *is pulled down on the bed, then* *lays still for a moment, then giggles*
[Maglor] *looks at him with a questioning smile* What?
[Daeron] Shakespearians. Of all of the things in the world to meet. It's...utterly absurd. *laughs again*
[Maglor] *laughs too, this time* It really is.
[Daeron] *shakes his head, snuggling close* What next? The Wizard of Oz?
[Maglor] *wraps his arms around him, snuggling* Haven't seen him. The Wicked Witch of the West, though.
[Daeron] *looks up at him* ...you're kidding.
[Maglor] *innocentgrin* Not a bit.
[Daeron] *laughs again, unable to stop it* *return the embrace* You'll tell me when I start going delusional, won't you? I fear I won't know with all these people wandering about.
[Maglor] *laughs softly* Of course I will.
[Daeron] Good. Until then, I'll brush up on my Elizabethian slang.
[Maglor] *grins* And speak in iambic pentameter.
[Daeron] *cheekily* And find my codpiece.
[Maglor] *chokes* You still have that thing?
[Daeron] *innocently* You never know what things will come in handy.
[Maglor] Yes, but it can't be all that durable. Sixteenth century make, and all. *why, the typist would love to know, are they having this conversation?*
[Daeron] *mock affronted* You may have settled with shoddy make, but I make sure my things last.
[Maglor] No Man-made codpiece was ever made to last four hundred years.
[Daeron] *grins* Maybe it's not Man-made.
[Maglor] *snickers* One more for the list of your accomplishments?
[Daeron] Actually, I was completely having you on; I threw that out the second they went out of fashion and I've never even tried to make one of the hideous things. But, yes, it would be a lovely challenge, wouldn't it? *innocently kisses him on the nose* I'll make you one for Christmas.
[Maglor] *nuzzles* A codpiece! As if the purple costume wasn't bad enough...
[Daeron] Well, you know how hard I've been looking for something to top that. *returns the nuzzling fondly*
[Maglor] *grins against him* That just might do it. Only if you put sparkles on, though.
[Daeron] I still have a good number left over from Venice. *shines cheerfully*
[Maglor] *grins, mock-mournfully* There's nothing for it, then. A glittery codpiece will definitely top the purple costume.
[Daeron] My poor abused darling. *snuggles closer* Dropped to a new level of humiliation.
[Maglor] *small contented noise* At least I won't have to live with having made the thing.
[Daeron] I'm lucky. I can pass it off as a purely artistic piece of work. Symbolism, and all that.
[Maglor] Symbolic of what? And anyway you'll still know the truth.
[Daeron] *somberly* The modern world's obsession with sex and the glorification of the phallus. *just barely manages to say that without cracking up*
[Maglor] *valiantly represses a gigglefit* Say that again with a straight face, will you?
[Daeron] *tries to compose himself* The mo-The modern- *gives up and giggles*
[Maglor] *snickergigglecrackup*
[Daeron] *soon is laughing uncontrollably*
( Then, there is an interesting diversion involving magical muffins, to our emobard's delight. )
[Maglor] *now there?* *if so, is entering with the other emobard -- rather tapdancing*
[Daeron] *following - looking completely amused with the entire situation - with the same continual tapdancing*
[Maglor] *totally laughing, even, and tapdancing madly*
[Caranthir] ... *stares at the emobards*
[Maglor] *grins at the brotherthing* Whaaat?
[Daeron] *blushes when he sees Cara, but can't keep a smile off his face*
[Caranthir] You're... Hey, Haleth!
[Haleth] *in the kitchen, hears a Cara!* *with a smile for Zaknathingy, gets up and peeks out into the main room* What is it?
[Zaknafein] *blinks, leaning a bit in his chair so he can try to see who is speaking*
[Caranthir] *gestures at the tapdancing emobards*
[Haleth] ...... *does her best to stifle her gigglefit*
[Maglor] *not even trying to stifle his*
[Daeron] *puts a hand over his mouth, trying to stop his own laughter, though his eyes are alight*
[Zaknafein] *catches sight of the Elves and ellipses*
[Maglor] *grins at Cara even more* The muffins made us do it. * ^__^ *
[Caranthir] ... the muffins made you do it. Of course.
[Caranthir] *snickering*
[Daeron] *giggles aloud* They did.
[Haleth] *yeah, likewise giggling*
[Maglor] *making the most of this, so tapdancing like a madman* *which, technically, he is* They really did.
[Daeron] *as seriously as he can* They were magic. *tapdances! quite well, we might add*
[Maglor] *of course quite well! They are the Amazing Dancing Emobards!* Magic, dance-inducing muffins!
[Caranthir] *gives up and just laughs*
[Maglor] *beams at the little brother, and tugs at Daeron* As nice as it is to know we're brining mirth into their grey and barren lives, let's go.
[Haleth] *gigglefit liek whoa*
[Daeron] I'm...glad to be of service? *blushes a little more, but smiles brightly at them and then lets himself be tugged*
[Haleth] ... *waves as they go*
[Maglor] *tapdances offstage, then!*
[Daeron] *exit stage right! cue the applause!*
[Maglor] *so, shall dance their way up to their room?*
[Daeron] *laughs as they dance into the room, spinning about with Maglor once or twice*
[Maglor] *laughs as well, lifting him and spinning him 'round*
[Daeron] *spun!* *only giggles more, grinning down at him*
[Maglor] *finishes and sets him down dizzily, catching him against him*
[Daeron] *clings to him to steady himself, smiling even as the room attempts a few spins of its own*
[Maglor] *holds him, and will just flop onto the bed, now*
[Daeron] *flops!* *snuggles agianst him, breathing a bit heavy from the dancing*
[Maglor] *laughs against him* That was fun.
[Daeron] It was. We should thank whoever placed out those muffins. And your taste in choosing, of course. *nuzzles his neck playfully*
[Maglor] *grins, and giggles slightly, because the nuzzling tickles* My taste is impeccable, of course.
[Daeron] In food, perhaps. Not so much in other things. *only makes him nuzzle more*
[Maglor] In love. *giggles more* You tickle.
[Daeron] ...I cannot claim to be any better. *innocently* Do I? *nuzzletickle!*
[Maglor] ...You're wonderful. Even if your current taste in love isn't. [3 *giggles and tries to arch his neck away, which... really doesn't work*
[Daeron] ...do not say such things, especially the ones about yourself. They are not true. *laughs, but settles down*
[Maglor] ...I'm in love, not deangstified. *grins and snuggles and kisses the top of his head*
[Daeron] ...yes, and I'm not above beating that out of you. The angst, I mean. Mmm. You're comfy.
[Maglor] ... *says nothing, on pain of being shoteded* *smiles* So're you.
[Daeron] ...do I even want to know? Good. That means we don't have to move.
[Maglor] I doubt it, as that was the typist. *snuggles more* Bah. Who needs movement?
[Daeron] *shoots his own typist before she can ask* We've had plenty of movement for the day, anyway.
[Maglor] Is it even possible to dance too much?
[Daeron] Hmmm. I do not know. We've never tried.
[Maglor] I don't think we could.
[Daeron] Probably not. We'd dance until our bodies forced us to rest, and we'd never find out either way.
[Maglor] If we danced until we physically could not dance anymore, and still weren't sick of it? That would make it impossible.
[Daeron] I suppose you are right. *smiles*
[Maglor] *grins* Of course I am.
[Maglor] *with the existing*
[Daeron] *playing his flute, perched crosslegged at the edge of the bed*
[Maglor] *smiles, hearing it, and stops in the door to listen*
[Daeron] *has his eyes closed, but knows Maglor's there, and there is a slight pause in the notes as he smiles*
[Maglor] *his emobard sense was tingling?* *does sort of inwardsquee at the smile, and enters the room quietly, crossing to his harp, at which he will sit listening for a moment longer*
[Daeron] *lets his notes take on a light, welcoming trill*
[Maglor] *draws his fingers across the harpstrings in response; a light chord of greeting*
[Daeron] *flows into a questioning tune, dancing back and forth*
[Maglor] *begins to play in earnest: a pleasent tune of well-being and contentment, and running through it a more immediate happiness of coming-home*
[Daeron] *smiles again, before playing a series of glad notes, pleased that Maglor has returned and is well*
[Maglor] *meets it with a laughing chime -- of course he's well, here -- and builds upon a theme of gentle probing, questioning in his turn*
[Daeron] *returns with gentle notes of well being, but purposefully hits a few dull, boring notes*
[Maglor] *plays a small chime of sympathy, then, overlain with a bright, cheerful exciting chord to make up for the dullness*
[Daeron] *lets a trill of amusement waft through, underlain by warm notes of comfort and thanks*
[Maglor] *takes both themes and intensifies them, turning the amusion to laughter and the warmth to a quiet tenderness*
[Daeron] *follows his lead, adding his own notes to the laughter and continuing the second theme with content, steady notes*
[Maglor] *laughs softly as he plays, though the theme of laughter eventually quiets to one of happiness, closeness, joining with the strain of content*
[Daeron] *lets the music quiet even more, soft, barely audible strains of peace*
[Maglor] *follows, until at last he trails off with a gentle, drifting chime, and looks up from the strings*
[Daeron] *finishes with a light note, and opens his eyes, placing the flute in his lap*
[Maglor] *sets his harp down carefully, and moves over to the bed with a small, content smile still playing on his lips*
[Daeron] *returns it brightly, putting the flute aside to wrap his arms around Maglor* Hi.
[Maglor] *returns the embrace, smiling happily into his hair* Hey.
[Daeron] Missed you. *does what can only be described as snuggling*
[Maglor] *snuggling? These two? O, the novelty!* *nuzzles* Missed you too.
[Daeron] *smiles more* Anything interesting happen today? *reaches up to play with his hair*
[Maglor] Not really, no. *leans his head into the hair-playing, and leans himself back onto the pillows, the better to snuggle*
[Daeron] *pouts* Then why were you gone so long? *curls happily against him, though, nuzzling his collarbone*
[Maglor] The typist was watching gay cowboys. I have no excuse. *snuggles tightly* Forgive me?
[Daeron] ...bah. *dramatic sigh* I suppose.
[Maglor] *grins, curling around him* Thankyou.
[Daeron] *gives him an amused smile, and bats at him* Hopeless.
[Maglor] *would bat right back, but is busy snuggling, so settles for amusion* How so?
[Daeron] I do not know. It sounded good at the time. *snuggles right back*
[Maglor] *is hopeless for the very simple reason that he isn't snogging Daeron right now* *grins* I'm about as far from hopeless as I've ever been, with you. You make no sense. *snuggles like a mad snuggling thing*
[Daeron] You'd love me less if I did. *snuggles like those hours apart were days*
[Maglor] No I wouldn't. *yeah, still with the snuggling*
[Daeron] Hmph. *nuzzles, for a change of pace*
[Maglor] *ooou, variety!* *giggles slightly at the nuzzling because, as has been established, hair tickles*
[Daeron] *smiles against his neck, glancing up at him*
[Maglor] *meets his eyes, smiling* *and pokes* What?
[Daeron] *grabs the offending hand* You're cute.
[Maglor] *squeezes the grabbing hand with a laugh* I am?
[Daeron] Very much so. Possibly even adorable. *frees his hand and taps Maglor's nose with a long finger*
[Maglor] *wrinkles his nose in a gratuitously adorable manner, and attempt to bite at the finger*
[Daeron] *laughs, curling his hand back up protectivly*
[Maglor] *nuzzles it instead, then, grinning*
[Daeron] *grins in return* See? My point.
[Maglor] *laughs softly, and isn't blushing the teeniest bit, really -- but even if he was, there'd be more warmth in his eyes than his cheeks*
[Daeron] *likes blushing Maglor! :D ...didn't think that, really* *smiles and nuzzles his cheek*
[Maglor] *turns his face to Daeron's, still grinning because he couldn't stop at this point if he tried -- and that may be something we've never seen out of this one before, wow* Now who's being cute?
[Daeron] *innocent look* I do not know what you are talking about.
[Maglor] *amused smile* O, my poor, confused dear. *taps his nose in turn, though his own may possibly be slightly in the way*
[Daeron] How am I confused? *noses his finger, and thus probably his nose as well*
[Maglor] *in which case, shall wrinkle said nose again, likely adorably, but nuzzle back* If you don't know what I'm talking about.
[Daeron] That would make you confusing, you know.
[Maglor] And you confused. *sparkle*
[Daeron] But it's all your fault.
[Maglor] *nuzzles* Sorry?
[Daeron] Hmm. *teases* If I forgive you this will be the second time I've been terribly nice.
[Maglor] Much more than the second. *idly reaches up and begins to play with his hair* I'll make it up to you?
[Daeron] Oh will you? How so?
[Maglor] However you like.
[Daeron] That's a dangerous offer. *slight grin*
[Maglor] *grins slightly back* I know.
[Daeron] *pretends to think overly hard*
[Maglor] *waits, overly patiently*
[Daeron] What would you be willing to do? *nuzzles again*
[Maglor] *smiles at the nuzzling* For you? Anything.
[Daeron] *looks up at him for a moment, meeting his eyes*
[Maglor] *meets them back, taking on a hint of seriousness*
[Daeron] *bites his lip after a moment, a thought coming to mind; reaches up to stroke his cheek*
[Maglor] *leans slightly into the touch, not moving or looking away, though there is a question -- and maybe the faintest glimmer of hope -- in his eyes*
[Daeron] ... *after a long moment* *very quietly* I'll never be brave enough to do it myself.
[Maglor] *cups Daeron's own cheek* *very softly* Do you want me to?
[Daeron] I...I do.
[Maglor] *gazes at him a moment, then nods without taking his eyes away, and gently pulls them to a sitting position*
[Daeron] *lets himself be pulled, keeping their eyes locked, even though a bit of anxiousness wells up in him*
[Maglor] *strokes his cheek reassuringly with one hand, holding him tightly with the other* *whispers* It's alright.
[Daeron] I...I know. *leans into the touch, trustingly*
[Maglor] *softly* I love you. *and leans in and kisses him gently, tenderly*
[Daeron] *his response is silenced by the kiss, which causes him to freeze momentarily - then he relaxes all at once, shyly returning the kiss*
[Maglor] *continues kissing him softly for a moment: not invasive, not passionately, not even exploratory yet; it is a beginning*
[Daeron] *pulls away after a moment, but not in flight, a slight smile on his lips*
[Maglor] *breathes, yes, and smiles back, tentatively, softly*
[Daeron] *softly* I love you too.
[Maglor] *finds Daeron's hand and squeezes it tightly* *cue the typist's winamp playing I Should Tell You, yey*
[Daeron] *returns the gesture, leaning his forehead against Maglor's, eyes shining*
[Maglor] *meets his eyes warmly and smiles, still of course stroking his cheek with the other hand*
[Daeron] *closes the distance between them and kisses him again, softly*
[Maglor] *relaxes into the kiss, closing his eyes and sliding his hand into Daeron's hair*
[Daeron] *lets this kiss be the exploratory one, slow and gentle, his hand coming to rest on Maglor's chest*
[Maglor] *then he'll be feeling a rather increased heartrate, despite the lesiure of the kiss*
[Daeron] *feels it, and tentativly deepens the kiss, parting his lips*
[Maglor] *gently responds in kind, running his tongue along Daeron's lower lip, letting him set the measure of the kiss*
[Daeron] *lets his hand slide up to touch Maglor's cheek, meeting his tongue with his own*
[Maglor] *and this would be a shiver at the meeting, but not a bad one, which relaxes as he loses himself in the kiss and the soft seeking-out*
[Daeron] *wraps his arms around Maglor's neck, relaxing completely as he feels Maglor do the same*
[Maglor] *still holding him tightly with one arm; will likely keep kissing until he asphyxiates*
[Daeron] *begins to realize they should part when his lungs begin to burn* *reluctantly pulls apart*
[Maglor] *pfft, lungs. Who needs lungs?* *but pulls very, very slightly away with a small gasp, eyes fluttering open*
[Daeron] *breathing. right. we forgot about that* *opens his eyes as well, seeking out Maglor's*
[Maglor] *breathing is for 73# \/\/34|[!* *meets his gaze, eyes shining*
[Daeron] *slowly grins* *breathlessly* Hi.
[Maglor] *yes, breathless, extended kissing will do that to one* *but grins back* Hi.
[Daeron] I... *has nothing he can really say, so just leans against his shoulder, beaming*
[Maglor] *turns his face to kiss the side of his head with a happy smile, and snuggles liek whoa*
[Daeron] *...going to snuggle back like a mad thing* I love you, Maglor.
[Maglor] *...is clinging out of sheer glee. This is a first* I love you too.
[Daeron] *is quietly squeeing. would probably squee outloud if he could find his voice at the moment*
[Maglor] *just beams, and buries his face in Daeron hair, laughing softly from pure joy* *which is odd, to say the least, coming from an elf*
[Daeron] *grins wider when he hears the laughter, something akin to giggles escaping*
[Maglor] *cannot help but laugh more, at that, nuzzling the base of his ear*
[Daeron] *giggles more as the nuzzling tickles*
[Maglor] *beams, and will in that case continue, and blow lightly on his ear*
[Daeron] *squeaks, curling up, unable to control his gleed grin*
[Maglor] *not even going to attempt controlling his* *tightens both arms around him and kisses his cheek, and is so totally squeeing*
[Daeron] I.... *laughs and grins and just squees. there is no coherency here*
[Maglor] *leans his head against Daeron's with a happy grin* *softly, but no less gleeful for that* I know. *is never letting go*
[Daeron] *letting go? What madness is that?* *is even more overjoyed to see Maglor happy*
[Maglor] *this is going to be a vicious cycle of glee, isn't it? Because the happier Daeron looks, the happier Maglor gets*
[Daeron] *they're going to eventually just explode* *laughs against Maglor's shoulder, beaming madly*
[Maglor] *if they do, there'll be a right mess of spun sugar* *just, zomesohappy*
[Daeron] *this can pretty much be summed up in *SQUEEE**
[Maglor] *yes, it really can. And the squeeing is not going to stop for a very long time*
[Daeron] *is probably going to still be dancing in glee for the rest of the week, at this point*
[Maglor] *is always up for dancing! :D *
[Daeron] *that would involve moving at this point, and his legs would probably not hold him* *clinggleesquee*
[Maglor] *well, true, and anyway they're clinging and have no good reason to move* *so we'll just keep being gleeful and squeeing, here*