Log: Unexpected /lack/ of fail.
*is - in his room, alone for once, and just curled up on his bed, trying to hide from the persistent hands and voices and figures at the corner of his vision, and hence probably looks asleep, face tucked into his elbow and - fairly pathetic in his curleduptasticness*
*has - been pacing back and forth for a good ten minutes, eventually makes up his mind and tries the door. It's actually unlocked, surprise! turns it quietly and steps inside, carefully, checking for anyone else first and relieved no one's there. After a moment, he locks the door and stands awkwardly looking at Tyelko, trying to decide what to do*
*stirs, just slightly, shoulders creeping up* --no, no, don't - *in a quiet, despairing voice*
*twitch. does not like being here or hearing that and has no idea what he was planning to do. Takes a few more steps forward, quietly, and eyes Tyelko for a moment longer before looking for a chair and pulling it up next to his bed, sitting down stiffly*
*sharp intake of breath and opens his eyes with a little involuntary jerk of a foot bearing down on his back and the sound of bone snapping* *disoriented, blinks, trying to focus, and then notices Fingon and /flinches/, recoiling to the other side of the bed, brief terror in his eyes* --no, I didn't - please - *desperately*
--*ack, this is really not the cousin he remembers. really, really not.* *holds up his empty hands, almost roughly because he's uncomfortable* --no, don't, it's all right.
*tenses and fights not to cry out because pain, still trying to be as far from him as possible* Please. Just leave me alone, or kill me, just don't - do this anymore. *almost pleading*
I can't kill you, Irisse would be angry with me. *:\ not that she isn't anyway. glowers, a little.*
*ack the glower, flinches back again with a quiet little scared noise*
---*wow, they weren't kidding about the damage. Starts to feel a - little bit of guilty. It's almost, almost familiar. stretches his legs* I'm not going to kill you. Promise. It's going to be all right.
--No. *weakly, closes his eyes again, miserably*
Look - Tyelkormo, my sister cares for you very much. I'm just here trying to understand.
Don't ask me. I don't know. I tried to tell her. She won't listen, I'm sorry, I couldn't make her-
--*gaaah* Don't - do that, I couldn't either, Irisse always does what she pleases. *irritably, but catches himself and tries to moderate his tone, shifting uncomfortably* --do you - need anything?
You don't have to -
I /know/ I don't have to, dammit, now just shut up. *wait* *sighs, and rubs his face* I didn't mean that. My apologies.
*huddles back into himself, fearfully* I'm sorry. I didn't - sorry. You were right anyway. *:(*
---*snapped, a bit* No, I wasn't, that's why I'm here because I /was/ wrong.
*flinches* But you -
Don't argue with me, I was. And Artanis agrees with me.
Artanis is - *almost desperately*
Artanis is smarter than you or me, quite probably combined, and I should have listened to her in the first place.
*flinches back* But I'm-
*almost thundered* What, do you /want/ to be evil?
*flinches, huddles, and falls silent, retreating*
....*siiiiiigh* *rubs his face again* I know I'm no good at this. I'm not going to hurt you.
*even if I say please? doesn't think that* *veryvery quietly* No, but that doesn't make it untrue.
*baagh this is frustrating* Don't be ridiculous. Artanis wouldn't be defending you so much if she thought there was the least chance of...whatever. It's fine, okay? Irisse - cares about you.
But you -
Don't worry, I still don't like you. *firmly* I just need to understand. And I think I do, a little. *pause* I hate admitting I'm wrong.
You're -
Yes I am, don't make this any harder. I was wrong to do what I did, and you have my apologies. *a pause* Finrod's forgiven you, apparently. And that probably means I should too.
*aaaaaack flail, tries to shove himself up* Don't do that.
---don't you, I'll have to get mad on Artanis's behalf. Don't worry, I probably won't. But I'm not going to hurt you, either. *pause* Get better. We'll need you to fight next time the Enemy comes.
*flinch at that name, thoroughly confused*
Don't look at me like that, I'm not going to eat you. Just do. I won't be back. *pause* ...and I'd appreciate if you didn't mention this to Artanis. *pause* Or anyone. *stands up*
*tenses, expecting - something* --I wouldn't. *what is going /on?/* Findekano, I -
Hush, I'm leaving before I change my mind. *almost amused* And stop that, you sound like Maitimo. One of him is enough. *goes to the door* ---you'd better not die on my sister. She'd be very unhappy and I'd have to be upset with you again.
*bewildered* ---all right?
Glad to hear it. Good afternoon, Tyelkormo. *opens the door and steps out* Get well. We need your sword. *closes the door quietly and walks away down the hall, toward the outside, feeling oddly thoughtful.*
*has - been pacing back and forth for a good ten minutes, eventually makes up his mind and tries the door. It's actually unlocked, surprise! turns it quietly and steps inside, carefully, checking for anyone else first and relieved no one's there. After a moment, he locks the door and stands awkwardly looking at Tyelko, trying to decide what to do*
*stirs, just slightly, shoulders creeping up* --no, no, don't - *in a quiet, despairing voice*
*twitch. does not like being here or hearing that and has no idea what he was planning to do. Takes a few more steps forward, quietly, and eyes Tyelko for a moment longer before looking for a chair and pulling it up next to his bed, sitting down stiffly*
*sharp intake of breath and opens his eyes with a little involuntary jerk of a foot bearing down on his back and the sound of bone snapping* *disoriented, blinks, trying to focus, and then notices Fingon and /flinches/, recoiling to the other side of the bed, brief terror in his eyes* --no, I didn't - please - *desperately*
--*ack, this is really not the cousin he remembers. really, really not.* *holds up his empty hands, almost roughly because he's uncomfortable* --no, don't, it's all right.
*tenses and fights not to cry out because pain, still trying to be as far from him as possible* Please. Just leave me alone, or kill me, just don't - do this anymore. *almost pleading*
I can't kill you, Irisse would be angry with me. *:\ not that she isn't anyway. glowers, a little.*
*ack the glower, flinches back again with a quiet little scared noise*
---*wow, they weren't kidding about the damage. Starts to feel a - little bit of guilty. It's almost, almost familiar. stretches his legs* I'm not going to kill you. Promise. It's going to be all right.
--No. *weakly, closes his eyes again, miserably*
Look - Tyelkormo, my sister cares for you very much. I'm just here trying to understand.
Don't ask me. I don't know. I tried to tell her. She won't listen, I'm sorry, I couldn't make her-
--*gaaah* Don't - do that, I couldn't either, Irisse always does what she pleases. *irritably, but catches himself and tries to moderate his tone, shifting uncomfortably* --do you - need anything?
You don't have to -
I /know/ I don't have to, dammit, now just shut up. *wait* *sighs, and rubs his face* I didn't mean that. My apologies.
*huddles back into himself, fearfully* I'm sorry. I didn't - sorry. You were right anyway. *:(*
---*snapped, a bit* No, I wasn't, that's why I'm here because I /was/ wrong.
*flinches* But you -
Don't argue with me, I was. And Artanis agrees with me.
Artanis is - *almost desperately*
Artanis is smarter than you or me, quite probably combined, and I should have listened to her in the first place.
*flinches back* But I'm-
*almost thundered* What, do you /want/ to be evil?
*flinches, huddles, and falls silent, retreating*
....*siiiiiigh* *rubs his face again* I know I'm no good at this. I'm not going to hurt you.
*even if I say please? doesn't think that* *veryvery quietly* No, but that doesn't make it untrue.
*baagh this is frustrating* Don't be ridiculous. Artanis wouldn't be defending you so much if she thought there was the least chance of...whatever. It's fine, okay? Irisse - cares about you.
But you -
Don't worry, I still don't like you. *firmly* I just need to understand. And I think I do, a little. *pause* I hate admitting I'm wrong.
You're -
Yes I am, don't make this any harder. I was wrong to do what I did, and you have my apologies. *a pause* Finrod's forgiven you, apparently. And that probably means I should too.
*aaaaaack flail, tries to shove himself up* Don't do that.
---don't you, I'll have to get mad on Artanis's behalf. Don't worry, I probably won't. But I'm not going to hurt you, either. *pause* Get better. We'll need you to fight next time the Enemy comes.
*flinch at that name, thoroughly confused*
Don't look at me like that, I'm not going to eat you. Just do. I won't be back. *pause* ...and I'd appreciate if you didn't mention this to Artanis. *pause* Or anyone. *stands up*
*tenses, expecting - something* --I wouldn't. *what is going /on?/* Findekano, I -
Hush, I'm leaving before I change my mind. *almost amused* And stop that, you sound like Maitimo. One of him is enough. *goes to the door* ---you'd better not die on my sister. She'd be very unhappy and I'd have to be upset with you again.
*bewildered* ---all right?
Glad to hear it. Good afternoon, Tyelkormo. *opens the door and steps out* Get well. We need your sword. *closes the door quietly and walks away down the hall, toward the outside, feeling oddly thoughtful.*