After Daddy Dearest Arrived
Who : Celebrimbor, Pandora
What : Celebrimbor finds a girlfriend and gets comfort. The Most Messed Up Relationship Ever is discussed. Pandora does not approve.
When : September 14th 2009, after Celebrimbor got in a brawl with his father.
Rating : PG-13 for kisses
Celebrimbor : *Cele's been out in his forge ever since meeting up with daddy, because he felt the need to bang on things really hard. After dark he comes home looking for Phedre, probably bearing the beginnings of bruises on the side of his face and on his neck and wrist*
Pandora : *we'll assume it's Pandora he's looking for, and she's actually lurking in the hallway, anxiously, hoping to catch Cele - she might have been on the verge of going to the Forge, but she feared that they might miss each other, what with the telepathy still skewed*
Celebrimbor : *...yes. exactly that. ...Phedre was mentioned and they both start with 'P' and the typist is dim sometimes. >_> so he's looking for PAN, and looks relieved when he enters their rooms and finds her and he relaxes slightly once the door is firmly closed behind him* Hello, love.
Pandora : Hello, love. *she catches sight of the bruise and puts two and two together... and it doesn't take long before she comes over to come to him, to embrace him and kiss his jawline without anymore words*
Celebrimbor : *sighs gratefully and hugs her tight, leaning his head on hers*
Pandora : *holds him tightly, wishing she had the Spell Gift to wield to make him fell better, but as she doesn't, she'll close her eyes, hold him tight, and give him the opportunity to speak*
Celebrimbor : *not an easy conversation to start* ...So how was /your/ day? *little flicker of a smile, knows he's dodging the issue*
Pandora : *shifts her head to sneak a look up at him, not moving out of the embrace* -- very eventful. I slept. It's a very surprising occurence. *yay, humor*
Celebrimbor : *chuckles very briefly and kisses her cheek* I love you.
Pandora : *kisses his jawline, again* And I you. Always. *a beat, just silence, unless he breaks it - she's about to bring up the bruise*
Celebrimbor : *but he does finally take a deep breath and dives in* My father is here.
Pandora : *a listening sound, just letting him talk, for now*
Celebrimbor : We...had not parted on the best of terms, when I last saw him.
Pandora : *nods* And that clearly affected the reunion? *just easing him into it*
Celebrimbor : *tilts his head to display the bruise* Obviously.
Pandora : *nods, very inexpressive, though inwardly, she's very angry at this. She reaches to put a cold hand on his bruise, soothingly* He has no right. *she can't help saying it*
Celebrimbor : I should not have provoked him, he has a worse temper than anyone else including my grandfather.
Pandora : You are his /son/. He has no right. Do not excuse him. *flatly*
Celebrimbor : *headshake* I just should have known better.
Pandora : *looks at him, squinting, a little* I met him. *quietly*
Celebrimbor : ...I'm sorry, you deserve better than having that happen. *only slightly joking*
Pandora : *so do you* -- it was inevitable, I suppose.
Celebrimbor : I suppose. But I'd believed he might not come here.
Pandora : did you believe, or did you hope? *very softly*
Celebrimbor : ...I do not know.
Pandora : You do not have to. It's alright. *gives him a very tender caress* -- let me take care of that.
Celebrimbor : *sighs and leans into it* I don't know what I'd do without you.
Pandora : You know that I feel the same. *a bit of a smile* Come. *leads him to a bed, any, his or hers* -- lay, let me get something for your bruise. And I will be just a minute.
Celebrimbor : *nods tiredly, and sits on the bed to remove his shoes* Thank you, love.
Pandora : Of course. *another kiss, very tender, and heck, she moves to help him with that, because she feels like it* -- are you hungry?
Celebrimbor : *headshake* Not right now.
Pandora : Alright. *a soft smile, and she goes, closing the door behind her without a sound*
Celebrimbor : *watches her go, then lays flat on the bed. he's tired, nothing to do with physical exertion*
Pandora : *will return shortly with some ice and a mug of tea, because that's what elves drink when things go bad* --- Carus?
Celebrimbor : *smiles* Thank you, love.
Pandora : *sets the tea on the nightstand, offers the ice first* You are welcome, of course. *a small smile*
Celebrimbor : *takes the ice and puts it to the bruise on his face and nods slightly in thanks again as he takes a sip of the tea with his other hand* It's really not that bad. *the bruises he means*
Pandora : I know you can sustain much worse, but nonetheless. *I want to give you looooove.*
Celebrimbor : He wasn't actually trying to hurt me. Just trying to teach me a lesson. It didn't take.
Pandora : *looks at him, again* Love, you look like you had a brawl with an enemy, not a family member.
Celebrimbor : It's not that bad.
Pandora : Love, it is never acceptable for a father to beat his son. *firmly*
Celebrimbor : He didn't beat me. Besides, I hit him back.
Pandora : *remembers the bruise, but she's /protective/* Tell me about this conversation, love.
Celebrimbor : ...He doesn't remember anything after leaving the Nargothrond. None of it. He thought I was lying. Or mad. *sighs*
Pandora : Oh Eru. *reaches to offer a snuggle* Perhaps in time? Did any of your uncles see him?
Celebrimbor : I don't know. Not before I had, at least.
Pandora : *frowns, thoughtfully* When I encountered him, he seemed very flustered, still. He did not look surprised when I told him his brothers were here.
Celebrimbor : I told him that they were. He wouldn't believe me, at least at first.
Pandora : He did not question my words, but that likely means nothing.
Celebrimbor : *nods* That is true.
Pandora : *bites her lip* Did -- I didn't tell him, about -- *us*
Celebrimbor : Neither did I. We were too busy arguing. *sighs and leans his head on her shoulder if she's close enough* The last time I saw him...we parted badly. We should wait to tell him until he can actually stand to look at me.
Pandora : I would not have told him without you. *kisses his forehead, holding him close* You will need time, love. The both of you.
Celebrimbor : If there is enough time in the world. *looks at her* The last time I saw him, I denounced him. Separated myself from him. From my family. Because of what he'd done. That is not easily mended.
Pandora : Do you want to mend it, then? If you made such a choice...
Celebrimbor : I do not know.
Pandora : Then before anything else... take the time you need to decide what /you/ want.
Celebrimbor : *nods* You're right.
Pandora : Until then... just -- I will be there if you want me to be. *smiles, a little*
Celebrimbor : *embraces her tightly* Thank you.
Pandora : I would not have it any other way. *she can't imagine what it feels like - she was a daddy's girl, herself*
What : Celebrimbor finds a girlfriend and gets comfort. The Most Messed Up Relationship Ever is discussed. Pandora does not approve.
When : September 14th 2009, after Celebrimbor got in a brawl with his father.
Rating : PG-13 for kisses
Celebrimbor : *Cele's been out in his forge ever since meeting up with daddy, because he felt the need to bang on things really hard. After dark he comes home looking for Phedre, probably bearing the beginnings of bruises on the side of his face and on his neck and wrist*
Pandora : *we'll assume it's Pandora he's looking for, and she's actually lurking in the hallway, anxiously, hoping to catch Cele - she might have been on the verge of going to the Forge, but she feared that they might miss each other, what with the telepathy still skewed*
Celebrimbor : *...yes. exactly that. ...Phedre was mentioned and they both start with 'P' and the typist is dim sometimes. >_> so he's looking for PAN, and looks relieved when he enters their rooms and finds her and he relaxes slightly once the door is firmly closed behind him* Hello, love.
Pandora : Hello, love. *she catches sight of the bruise and puts two and two together... and it doesn't take long before she comes over to come to him, to embrace him and kiss his jawline without anymore words*
Celebrimbor : *sighs gratefully and hugs her tight, leaning his head on hers*
Pandora : *holds him tightly, wishing she had the Spell Gift to wield to make him fell better, but as she doesn't, she'll close her eyes, hold him tight, and give him the opportunity to speak*
Celebrimbor : *not an easy conversation to start* ...So how was /your/ day? *little flicker of a smile, knows he's dodging the issue*
Pandora : *shifts her head to sneak a look up at him, not moving out of the embrace* -- very eventful. I slept. It's a very surprising occurence. *yay, humor*
Celebrimbor : *chuckles very briefly and kisses her cheek* I love you.
Pandora : *kisses his jawline, again* And I you. Always. *a beat, just silence, unless he breaks it - she's about to bring up the bruise*
Celebrimbor : *but he does finally take a deep breath and dives in* My father is here.
Pandora : *a listening sound, just letting him talk, for now*
Celebrimbor : We...had not parted on the best of terms, when I last saw him.
Pandora : *nods* And that clearly affected the reunion? *just easing him into it*
Celebrimbor : *tilts his head to display the bruise* Obviously.
Pandora : *nods, very inexpressive, though inwardly, she's very angry at this. She reaches to put a cold hand on his bruise, soothingly* He has no right. *she can't help saying it*
Celebrimbor : I should not have provoked him, he has a worse temper than anyone else including my grandfather.
Pandora : You are his /son/. He has no right. Do not excuse him. *flatly*
Celebrimbor : *headshake* I just should have known better.
Pandora : *looks at him, squinting, a little* I met him. *quietly*
Celebrimbor : ...I'm sorry, you deserve better than having that happen. *only slightly joking*
Pandora : *so do you* -- it was inevitable, I suppose.
Celebrimbor : I suppose. But I'd believed he might not come here.
Pandora : did you believe, or did you hope? *very softly*
Celebrimbor : ...I do not know.
Pandora : You do not have to. It's alright. *gives him a very tender caress* -- let me take care of that.
Celebrimbor : *sighs and leans into it* I don't know what I'd do without you.
Pandora : You know that I feel the same. *a bit of a smile* Come. *leads him to a bed, any, his or hers* -- lay, let me get something for your bruise. And I will be just a minute.
Celebrimbor : *nods tiredly, and sits on the bed to remove his shoes* Thank you, love.
Pandora : Of course. *another kiss, very tender, and heck, she moves to help him with that, because she feels like it* -- are you hungry?
Celebrimbor : *headshake* Not right now.
Pandora : Alright. *a soft smile, and she goes, closing the door behind her without a sound*
Celebrimbor : *watches her go, then lays flat on the bed. he's tired, nothing to do with physical exertion*
Pandora : *will return shortly with some ice and a mug of tea, because that's what elves drink when things go bad* --- Carus?
Celebrimbor : *smiles* Thank you, love.
Pandora : *sets the tea on the nightstand, offers the ice first* You are welcome, of course. *a small smile*
Celebrimbor : *takes the ice and puts it to the bruise on his face and nods slightly in thanks again as he takes a sip of the tea with his other hand* It's really not that bad. *the bruises he means*
Pandora : I know you can sustain much worse, but nonetheless. *I want to give you looooove.*
Celebrimbor : He wasn't actually trying to hurt me. Just trying to teach me a lesson. It didn't take.
Pandora : *looks at him, again* Love, you look like you had a brawl with an enemy, not a family member.
Celebrimbor : It's not that bad.
Pandora : Love, it is never acceptable for a father to beat his son. *firmly*
Celebrimbor : He didn't beat me. Besides, I hit him back.
Pandora : *remembers the bruise, but she's /protective/* Tell me about this conversation, love.
Celebrimbor : ...He doesn't remember anything after leaving the Nargothrond. None of it. He thought I was lying. Or mad. *sighs*
Pandora : Oh Eru. *reaches to offer a snuggle* Perhaps in time? Did any of your uncles see him?
Celebrimbor : I don't know. Not before I had, at least.
Pandora : *frowns, thoughtfully* When I encountered him, he seemed very flustered, still. He did not look surprised when I told him his brothers were here.
Celebrimbor : I told him that they were. He wouldn't believe me, at least at first.
Pandora : He did not question my words, but that likely means nothing.
Celebrimbor : *nods* That is true.
Pandora : *bites her lip* Did -- I didn't tell him, about -- *us*
Celebrimbor : Neither did I. We were too busy arguing. *sighs and leans his head on her shoulder if she's close enough* The last time I saw him...we parted badly. We should wait to tell him until he can actually stand to look at me.
Pandora : I would not have told him without you. *kisses his forehead, holding him close* You will need time, love. The both of you.
Celebrimbor : If there is enough time in the world. *looks at her* The last time I saw him, I denounced him. Separated myself from him. From my family. Because of what he'd done. That is not easily mended.
Pandora : Do you want to mend it, then? If you made such a choice...
Celebrimbor : I do not know.
Pandora : Then before anything else... take the time you need to decide what /you/ want.
Celebrimbor : *nods* You're right.
Pandora : Until then... just -- I will be there if you want me to be. *smiles, a little*
Celebrimbor : *embraces her tightly* Thank you.
Pandora : I would not have it any other way. *she can't imagine what it feels like - she was a daddy's girl, herself*