Yes. I have. And it isn't for me. Do you know why? It's because when you take the silence and the dead air and the half-voiced thoughts, you're also accepting the bullshit, and the diseased, warped ideas, and the uncertainty. If there's one thing I hate, it's uncertainty. It's fickle. It festers. No. Better to lay it on the table.
*sits up again and runs his hands through his hair*
You keep your silence and your smirks, if you like. And go on home and laugh in your careful, quiet way all you want. But I'm going to tell you something, because there's only one thing in the world capable of getting to me where it counts, and it's not you, and it's not my half-brother, and it's not any of my children. I'm telling you because I don't care how much you laugh, in the end. Do you understand?
You all think I don't know I deserve what I got. Well, it's true and I do know it. And I can't forgive her for feeding me my just desserts. Because she is better than that. She's above it. It's part of what I love so desperately
( ... )
::is stunned into silence for a few minutes at your confession because it is perhaps the first and last truth she'll ever hear coming out of your mouth::
It has never been my intention to get to you and you need to realize that. But I'm neither weak nor a fool to allow you to destroy the love I have for your son, to let you make him feel less than who he is.
::pauses to take a deep breath and bows her head, adding quietly::
...if you love her so much then you won't let anything, not even this little episode, stop you from loving her. If you turn away now, then you really don't deserve her.
*thinks this next but can't bring himself to say it*
And you need to realize that it has never been my wish to destroy my children. Don't think I don't know precisely where the line between reparable and irreparable harm lies.
...
Don't preach to me about my marriage. I know my wife and me far better than you ever could, or would care to.
::is enjoying a barefoot walk on the beach, collecting empty shells when she spots you::
...oh bloody Eru. :|
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If by being open you mean crushing things and yelling obscenities, I'd rather keep my silence and keep my smirks. I'd rather keep my peace.
::moves slightly closer to the waves, using the incoming water to carefully wash the shells she has gathered::
Just out of curiosity, have you ever tried being silent? Being still? It helps in more ways than you could possibly imagine.
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*sits up again and runs his hands through his hair*
You keep your silence and your smirks, if you like. And go on home and laugh in your careful, quiet way all you want. But I'm going to tell you something, because there's only one thing in the world capable of getting to me where it counts, and it's not you, and it's not my half-brother, and it's not any of my children. I'm telling you because I don't care how much you laugh, in the end. Do you understand?
You all think I don't know I deserve what I got. Well, it's true and I do know it. And I can't forgive her for feeding me my just desserts. Because she is better than that. She's above it. It's part of what I love so desperately ( ... )
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It has never been my intention to get to you and you need to realize that. But I'm neither weak nor a fool to allow you to destroy the love I have for your son, to let you make him feel less than who he is.
::pauses to take a deep breath and bows her head, adding quietly::
...if you love her so much then you won't let anything, not even this little episode, stop you from loving her. If you turn away now, then you really don't deserve her.
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*thinks this next but can't bring himself to say it*
And you need to realize that it has never been my wish to destroy my children. Don't think I don't know precisely where the line between reparable and irreparable harm lies.
...
Don't preach to me about my marriage. I know my wife and me far better than you ever could, or would care to.
*sits up and hides his face in his hands*
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::thinks for a moment::
::cleans and dries the shell you gave her::
::leans a bit in your direction and gently tosses that shell towards you::
::quietly wraps her arms around her folded legs and rests her chin on a knee, looking at the rhythm of the waves::
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*examines the shell closely*
*half to himself* They look harder than they are.
*stands up and slips the shell into his pocket*
*walks to the water's edge and just stands there, letting the water lap at his ankles*
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::whispers quietly after you::
Not harder. Stronger.
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Well, come on then. :s *points to his house just down the beach* Unless you want to get soaked.
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::likes the feelingof water against her skin but really has no intention of getting soaked to the bones::
::contemplates yoru offer wryly, gathers her shells quickly and briskly walks towards your house::
::assumes that you will not be pulling anything wrong on her::
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*goes into the bedroom to change quickly*
*calls out to you*
Mind putting the kettle on?
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::wrings out water from her dress as best as she can and rolls her hair into a loose knot at the nape of her neck::
What, no maids here, Fingolfin?
::shakes her head lightly and goes into the kitchen, filling the kettle with water an putting it to boil::
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*comes into the kitchen*
Not when I feel like being alone, no. :|
*sits at the table and waits for the water to boil, silently willing the rain to stop*
You could...er...put something of mine on if you wanted to...dry that out. You know. If you wanted to. :S
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::would deny the offer at once but is not very comfortable in a dress that is moulded close to her body because of being utterly soaked::
Fine. Just...stay here and make tea.
::walks towards your room, frowning slightly::
::starts going through a clean set of your clothing as she undresses herself, muttering under her breath::
::slips into a shirt and tries on a pair of trousers, which promptly fall down to her ankles::
... :|
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*wonders what's taking so long*
Women. ¬_¬
*can't help smiling a little in amusement when you re-emerge in clothes many sizes too big*
*starts to hand you a cup, then catches himself*
Pick whichever one you like. Then you'll know I haven't poisoned it. >:)
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::glares at you and selects a cup at random, sitting with her feet up on a chair::
Your sense of humor is not amusing.
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