More flailing (Chat log)
*comes in from inside, post kiddification /and/ Cara, and therefore looking a little broody*
*sort of notices the tall hulking and depressed looking MUC, but does not stir. Maybe she can avoid another drama, for once.*
*looks up and notices her, though, and almost /wants/ someone sane to talk to, and can't just ignore her at this point either. bows a bit.* Arta- Galadriel.
*Damn. Can't those undesirable relatives stay away? Le sigh.* Celegorm. *Stands and nods politely. She noticed the slip, though. Painful tragedy is the word.*
*well, yeah, but doesn't want to presume!* *hesitates, as though to say something else, then shuts his mouth and turns, carefully, as to go, before noting* Cano is here. *just so you know.*
*that, Celegorm, is a very audible sigh.* And I suppose he is yet another source of disturbance, as he ever was... *she makes a vague gesture for him to sit.*
*hesitates, and sits, eventually, carefully stiff* I thought you should...be warned. *almost a mouth quirk. aaaaallmost.*
*Eyebrow* Well then. How generous of you. *Like you should have warned my brother about the sack of Doriath.* *Shakes it off.* Is he well?
*would cringe* .....*ish*
He's fine.
Good. *No, doesn't really care about Cano. He's just shudder material, with his constant rage.* And you're glad of it? *Absently. She doesn't care, right?*
Of what? *that he's fine, yes. that he's here...not so sure about that, yet*
Of having one more brother here, of course. *As she absently makes a note about that strange human spell.*
Oh. Yes, of course. *because can't admit otherwise, that would be disloyalty*
*nods. Of course, that's the expected answer.* And you wanted to warn me because? *still absently making notes that she doesn't need to make*
Because - why are you so distracted?
*because it's awkward to look at you when I now remember that you had a crush on me as a boy, cousin.* I can multitask. *sedately*
I never said you couldn't. I was just asking.
I did not say you suggested it, it was my answer. *a half smile.* and you did not answer my question.
Neither did you.
*sighs, drops the pen, looks at him.* Nevermind. You have my full attention, as you seem to want it so much. What was the warning about?
*shiftsquirm* That's not what I meant. I - because I thought you should know.
*eyebrows* That's not very convincing, cousin.
Do you /mind?/
..... You said you thought you should warn me. I'd like to know what about. It's not a very complicated question, Tyelko.
*she's making him squirm a little* He's not particularly fond of you.
*so what else is new?* The feeling is mutual. Thank you for worrying. In the interest of the upcoming war, I will try not to hurt him.
*in self defence, that is*
We'd appreciate it. *not quite dryly* ...and I wasn't worrying.
For him, of course. *dryly.* You're welcome.
Thank you. *---wait*
*a sedate look of patience.*
What? *she makes him nervous when she looks at him like that*
Nothing, cousin. I thought there was aught else.
*uncomfortable shift* *isn't there always?*
Well, I was mistaken, then.
No, you weren't. *just. where to /start?/*
*a sort of patient, if tired, listening sound.* *listening is just being polite, right? It has nothing to do with forgiveness.*
But it's not important. *quickly* *starts to stand up, awkwardly* I should-
Of course. *patiently.*
Good day. *quick bow and starts to go*
Good day. *softly, almost gently. But maybe she's just being extra patient*
*turns around and blinks at her - what?*
*just lookst at him with one eyebrow*
*shoulders up* Nev - good day. *is /leaving!/*
*goes back to writing her notes, but will look up just before he goes out of the room.* Oh, just one question, cousin?
*turns and eyebrows a bit, deliberately casually*
I would like to know..... *turns a page of her book, scribbles a note* ... what happened.
...what happened?
*automatic answer!* Nothing happened.
Yes. What happened.
Nothing. Wa - what do you mean? When?
Between the moment where we were friends, and Doriath.
*walak;sldyfalskdhl* What?
You heard me.
I - do you want a narration?
*that's a do-you-think-i-am-a-moron look* No. I want to know what went through your brain.
*tenses, a twitch* I was going. *that's uncomfortable!!! bad questions!!! not to mention reminding him of the huge mountain sized crush he had on her \*
It's the easy way, isn't it, Tyelko? To always leave....
*stops, tensing* What do you mean? *not quite roughly*
You know what I mean. *archly*
I'm - how am I /supposed/ to answer that question, Galadriel? *careful pause before the name, almost* *thinks it's an accusation*
Honestly. That's how. *a little smile.* It is the best thing for you, and for everyone else, at this point.
*tenses, shoulders drawing up* *how am I supposed to do /that?/*
*she makes a suggesting gesture towards the chair, as if to say, sit, think about it, give me an answer. I have time.*
*wavers a bit. doesn't /want/ to stay but does.*
*will be writing notes and trying to at least look detached and patient while he thinks. Her notes are useless, though.*
Too much happened. What am I - I can't - *there's too much stuff he /can't say/ there! like about how some of it was kind of his brother's idea, and how some of it he didn't like to start with but did anyway, and how some of it /did/ feel like a good idea at the time and it's just now that everything's...well.*
I don't know.
Take your time.
*squirms more, the longer this takes the worse it gets* Why do you want to /know?/ *why do you care?*
I need to understand. *gently, not looking at him under the pretense of turning a page*
Understand what?
*why you caused my brother's death when Angy was your best friend and you clearly liked me, you moron.* why you did what you did, Tyelko. *note that she's not calling him Celegorm*
*twitches, face closing up a bit* Isn't it enough to know what you already know? *why does it matter?*
If it were, I wouldn't be asking, cousin. *calm, soft, trying not to lose patience.*
*gives up and asks the question behind the question* Why does it /matter?/
*because maybe then I can figure out what to think of you* Because it is the most important thing for you to know, and I don't think even you can tell it, just now.
I /do/ know. *I just can't tell you.*
What is it, then? I need to understand.
What answer would satisfy you? Do you want to /hear/ that I /killed Finrod/ because I /wanted/ to? *angry and bitter and sad and frustrated and it's all coming out on you, Galadriel!*
*She stands* If it is the truth. *cold and regal and some of that power may be showing in her, but not like the Dark Queen thing, just a bit of otherworldliness* I do not care for what I want to hear, Tyelkormo.
*has got going now, though* I don't think you care about the truth. I don't think anyone does. It doesn't /matter/ anymore, it's done, gone, /dead/, like /everything/. *getting more and more wound up, pacing back and forth agitatedly* And there's nothing I can do to change it, or to fix things, or put things back the way it was, so what's the point in even trying when all it will do is bring it down again?
*she sits back down, lets him talk.*
And when nothing will do anything to change what happened, or even to change what /is/, and this might as /well/ be hell because /what/ am /I/ supposed to do with - *stops, nails biting into his hands and face unhappy. crazy brothers, a traumatized nephew, an ex best friend I really miss, a puppy I want back, and a cousin I killed accidentallyonpurpose*
with what?
With nothing. *face closes off* That's all. *turns to go, aware he's said too much*
Of course, of course.
*tensely* Good day.
Good day, Cousin. *unfortunately, still has no idea what to think.*
*don't let him go, Galadriel! He's going to go do something stupid in this mood!*
*aaaargh why do we feel responsible for the messed up MUC?* Tyelko?
*stops* *listening, but doesn't say anything*
Why do you think I am bothering to ask you this? You know I am not cruel.
*doesn't answer that. remembers a particular sewing incident maybe a little.* I don't /know/ why. Perverse curiosity. *|*
*that was legitimate anger, and she did help him when she didn't have to.* Curiosity, yes. But I am not a pervert. *that would be your side of the family, darling.* *she did not think that.*
Curiosity, then. You have your answer.
*sigh* I miss younger times. *softly*
*almost flinches* They're gone now.
*softer yet.* But not forgotten.
No?
*and there's a little twinge of pain in his voice*
*under her breath.* No.
*blink - doesn't know what to make of that*
*she doesn't know what to say. That sigh was supposed to be thought, not spoken.*
*just kind of ...standing awkwardly, feeling pretty awful*
*she just looks away, feeling very sad.*
...perhaps I should...
*she looks up, not sure why.*
....go? *hesitantly*
*hesitantly as well....* will you be alright?
I'll be fine. *Finwean fine, that is!*
*siiiiiigh* Please don't do anything stupid.
*blink* What? *like going out hunting wolves? what gave you the idea he'd do something like that?*
I said, please don't do anything stupid. *clearly enunciated. Not an order, though.*
...like what? *isn't going to kill anymore cousins, that's a bit of a bristle*
Like get yourself hurt. *and because no we don't like you, we're just being practical* I'm running out of athelas.
I'll be (Finwean) fine. *|*
*knows that meaning. Frowns.* If you intend to get yourself killed, wait for the Ennemy to attack. We need you hale, now.
I'm not going to get myself killed. *I'm not Mae!*
Getting yourself hurt unnecessarily also qualifies. *flatly. You were an idiot once, you can do it again.*
*| it wouldn't be unnecessary. could go take out more wolves. yep.* *decides not to answer that* I understand.
*nods.*
*sort of notices the tall hulking and depressed looking MUC, but does not stir. Maybe she can avoid another drama, for once.*
*looks up and notices her, though, and almost /wants/ someone sane to talk to, and can't just ignore her at this point either. bows a bit.* Arta- Galadriel.
*Damn. Can't those undesirable relatives stay away? Le sigh.* Celegorm. *Stands and nods politely. She noticed the slip, though. Painful tragedy is the word.*
*well, yeah, but doesn't want to presume!* *hesitates, as though to say something else, then shuts his mouth and turns, carefully, as to go, before noting* Cano is here. *just so you know.*
*that, Celegorm, is a very audible sigh.* And I suppose he is yet another source of disturbance, as he ever was... *she makes a vague gesture for him to sit.*
*hesitates, and sits, eventually, carefully stiff* I thought you should...be warned. *almost a mouth quirk. aaaaallmost.*
*Eyebrow* Well then. How generous of you. *Like you should have warned my brother about the sack of Doriath.* *Shakes it off.* Is he well?
*would cringe* .....*ish*
He's fine.
Good. *No, doesn't really care about Cano. He's just shudder material, with his constant rage.* And you're glad of it? *Absently. She doesn't care, right?*
Of what? *that he's fine, yes. that he's here...not so sure about that, yet*
Of having one more brother here, of course. *As she absently makes a note about that strange human spell.*
Oh. Yes, of course. *because can't admit otherwise, that would be disloyalty*
*nods. Of course, that's the expected answer.* And you wanted to warn me because? *still absently making notes that she doesn't need to make*
Because - why are you so distracted?
*because it's awkward to look at you when I now remember that you had a crush on me as a boy, cousin.* I can multitask. *sedately*
I never said you couldn't. I was just asking.
I did not say you suggested it, it was my answer. *a half smile.* and you did not answer my question.
Neither did you.
*sighs, drops the pen, looks at him.* Nevermind. You have my full attention, as you seem to want it so much. What was the warning about?
*shiftsquirm* That's not what I meant. I - because I thought you should know.
*eyebrows* That's not very convincing, cousin.
Do you /mind?/
..... You said you thought you should warn me. I'd like to know what about. It's not a very complicated question, Tyelko.
*she's making him squirm a little* He's not particularly fond of you.
*so what else is new?* The feeling is mutual. Thank you for worrying. In the interest of the upcoming war, I will try not to hurt him.
*in self defence, that is*
We'd appreciate it. *not quite dryly* ...and I wasn't worrying.
For him, of course. *dryly.* You're welcome.
Thank you. *---wait*
*a sedate look of patience.*
What? *she makes him nervous when she looks at him like that*
Nothing, cousin. I thought there was aught else.
*uncomfortable shift* *isn't there always?*
Well, I was mistaken, then.
No, you weren't. *just. where to /start?/*
*a sort of patient, if tired, listening sound.* *listening is just being polite, right? It has nothing to do with forgiveness.*
But it's not important. *quickly* *starts to stand up, awkwardly* I should-
Of course. *patiently.*
Good day. *quick bow and starts to go*
Good day. *softly, almost gently. But maybe she's just being extra patient*
*turns around and blinks at her - what?*
*just lookst at him with one eyebrow*
*shoulders up* Nev - good day. *is /leaving!/*
*goes back to writing her notes, but will look up just before he goes out of the room.* Oh, just one question, cousin?
*turns and eyebrows a bit, deliberately casually*
I would like to know..... *turns a page of her book, scribbles a note* ... what happened.
...what happened?
*automatic answer!* Nothing happened.
Yes. What happened.
Nothing. Wa - what do you mean? When?
Between the moment where we were friends, and Doriath.
*walak;sldyfalskdhl* What?
You heard me.
I - do you want a narration?
*that's a do-you-think-i-am-a-moron look* No. I want to know what went through your brain.
*tenses, a twitch* I was going. *that's uncomfortable!!! bad questions!!! not to mention reminding him of the huge mountain sized crush he had on her \*
It's the easy way, isn't it, Tyelko? To always leave....
*stops, tensing* What do you mean? *not quite roughly*
You know what I mean. *archly*
I'm - how am I /supposed/ to answer that question, Galadriel? *careful pause before the name, almost* *thinks it's an accusation*
Honestly. That's how. *a little smile.* It is the best thing for you, and for everyone else, at this point.
*tenses, shoulders drawing up* *how am I supposed to do /that?/*
*she makes a suggesting gesture towards the chair, as if to say, sit, think about it, give me an answer. I have time.*
*wavers a bit. doesn't /want/ to stay but does.*
*will be writing notes and trying to at least look detached and patient while he thinks. Her notes are useless, though.*
Too much happened. What am I - I can't - *there's too much stuff he /can't say/ there! like about how some of it was kind of his brother's idea, and how some of it he didn't like to start with but did anyway, and how some of it /did/ feel like a good idea at the time and it's just now that everything's...well.*
I don't know.
Take your time.
*squirms more, the longer this takes the worse it gets* Why do you want to /know?/ *why do you care?*
I need to understand. *gently, not looking at him under the pretense of turning a page*
Understand what?
*why you caused my brother's death when Angy was your best friend and you clearly liked me, you moron.* why you did what you did, Tyelko. *note that she's not calling him Celegorm*
*twitches, face closing up a bit* Isn't it enough to know what you already know? *why does it matter?*
If it were, I wouldn't be asking, cousin. *calm, soft, trying not to lose patience.*
*gives up and asks the question behind the question* Why does it /matter?/
*because maybe then I can figure out what to think of you* Because it is the most important thing for you to know, and I don't think even you can tell it, just now.
I /do/ know. *I just can't tell you.*
What is it, then? I need to understand.
What answer would satisfy you? Do you want to /hear/ that I /killed Finrod/ because I /wanted/ to? *angry and bitter and sad and frustrated and it's all coming out on you, Galadriel!*
*She stands* If it is the truth. *cold and regal and some of that power may be showing in her, but not like the Dark Queen thing, just a bit of otherworldliness* I do not care for what I want to hear, Tyelkormo.
*has got going now, though* I don't think you care about the truth. I don't think anyone does. It doesn't /matter/ anymore, it's done, gone, /dead/, like /everything/. *getting more and more wound up, pacing back and forth agitatedly* And there's nothing I can do to change it, or to fix things, or put things back the way it was, so what's the point in even trying when all it will do is bring it down again?
*she sits back down, lets him talk.*
And when nothing will do anything to change what happened, or even to change what /is/, and this might as /well/ be hell because /what/ am /I/ supposed to do with - *stops, nails biting into his hands and face unhappy. crazy brothers, a traumatized nephew, an ex best friend I really miss, a puppy I want back, and a cousin I killed accidentallyonpurpose*
with what?
With nothing. *face closes off* That's all. *turns to go, aware he's said too much*
Of course, of course.
*tensely* Good day.
Good day, Cousin. *unfortunately, still has no idea what to think.*
*don't let him go, Galadriel! He's going to go do something stupid in this mood!*
*aaaargh why do we feel responsible for the messed up MUC?* Tyelko?
*stops* *listening, but doesn't say anything*
Why do you think I am bothering to ask you this? You know I am not cruel.
*doesn't answer that. remembers a particular sewing incident maybe a little.* I don't /know/ why. Perverse curiosity. *|*
*that was legitimate anger, and she did help him when she didn't have to.* Curiosity, yes. But I am not a pervert. *that would be your side of the family, darling.* *she did not think that.*
Curiosity, then. You have your answer.
*sigh* I miss younger times. *softly*
*almost flinches* They're gone now.
*softer yet.* But not forgotten.
No?
*and there's a little twinge of pain in his voice*
*under her breath.* No.
*blink - doesn't know what to make of that*
*she doesn't know what to say. That sigh was supposed to be thought, not spoken.*
*just kind of ...standing awkwardly, feeling pretty awful*
*she just looks away, feeling very sad.*
...perhaps I should...
*she looks up, not sure why.*
....go? *hesitantly*
*hesitantly as well....* will you be alright?
I'll be fine. *Finwean fine, that is!*
*siiiiiigh* Please don't do anything stupid.
*blink* What? *like going out hunting wolves? what gave you the idea he'd do something like that?*
I said, please don't do anything stupid. *clearly enunciated. Not an order, though.*
...like what? *isn't going to kill anymore cousins, that's a bit of a bristle*
Like get yourself hurt. *and because no we don't like you, we're just being practical* I'm running out of athelas.
I'll be (Finwean) fine. *|*
*knows that meaning. Frowns.* If you intend to get yourself killed, wait for the Ennemy to attack. We need you hale, now.
I'm not going to get myself killed. *I'm not Mae!*
Getting yourself hurt unnecessarily also qualifies. *flatly. You were an idiot once, you can do it again.*
*| it wouldn't be unnecessary. could go take out more wolves. yep.* *decides not to answer that* I understand.
*nods.*