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[_fingolfin]

*gets tired of being cooped up with his thoughts running nonstop in his head*

*can't believe he couldn't even manage to get himself decently killed*

*goes for a walk on the beach*

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[elenwe_]

::is out hunting for a prime location for a little holiday with her husband::

::is enjoying a barefoot walk on the beach, collecting empty shells when she spots you::

...oh bloody Eru. :|

[_fingolfin]

*eyeroll*

Chill out.

*realizes putting you in his clothes was maybe not the greatest idea after all*

*rummages around in the kitchen for a few minutes until he comes up with a bottle of whiskey*

*pours a shot into his tea, ignoring your look of disdain*

[elenwe_]

::squeezes out a few drops of water from her hair and locks her hands around her tea cup, trying to warm herself::

I am chilled out. Though probably notin the sense that you mean it. Anyways.

::looks towards a window to see if it has stopped raining::

...I really dislike the Valar sometimes.

[_fingolfin]

You and me both.

*walks over to the window and gazes out*

*pretty much just tries to avoid looking at you*

So. Have you two found a new place yet?

[elenwe_]

::sneezes into a palm and quickly finishes her tea before it goes cold::

We're still looking. Don't worry, we won't empty your bank account, if you're worried about that.

[_fingolfin]

*goes into the living room and comes back with a blanket*

*hesitates briefly before draping it around you*

*raises an eyebrow*

Oh, I'm not...but I thought you weren't too keen on accepting my...help.

[elenwe_]

::arches her neck to look up at you before adjusting the blanket around her shoulders without betraying any emotion on her face::

We aren't so I don't know if I should've said that to you. Turgon and I will try to stay as far away from you as possible for your peace of mind...or whatever it is.

::falls silent for a minute::

...has the rain stopped yet?

[_fingolfin]

...

Looks like it might be slowing.

*sits down at the table across from you*

*sets his teacup down and eyes you piercingly for a moment*

as far away from you as possible

*softly* That's probably a good idea.

[elenwe_]

Well, good. It's a long walk back.

::holds your gaze boldly before blinking and looking away::

...what do you want, Fingolfin? What do you want me to say, hmm?

[_fingolfin]

*absently taps a fingernail on the tabletop*

*a little testily*

What gives you the idea I expect you to say anything?

[elenwe_]

::settles the blanket tightly around her shoulders::

::replies quite calmly::

I've known you for quite some time now. I'd like to think I know how your inflection changes with your emotions. If you have them anymore, that is.

[_fingolfin]

*snorts*

And I'd like to think we could get through one conversation without you going for my jugular. But that isn't going to happen, now, is it?

*angrily*

I've been as good as gold to you lately, and for what? What is it you want from me?? Dispense with the games for once in your fucking lives and tell me what you want from me.

[elenwe_]

If you think truth is going for you 'jugular', you're a fucking idiot.

::slams down her tea cup angrily and shrugs off the blanket, standing swiftly::

Just your bloody respect. Ever thought about that, you self-centered asshole? If you stop being 'gold' and try THAT for a change, we'd all actually think about giving you the time of the day.

[_fingolfin]

*shoves his chair back and gets up*

*advances on you*

And why should I respect you or anyone else when every fucking attempt at sincerity on my part is met with a slap in the face? "Ha, ha, Fingolfin. Jolly good joke, Fingolfin. You had us going there for a minute, Fingolfin." Yeah, I'm an asshole. I'm not going to apologize for it. Even assholes are capable of emotion, Elenwë, though you may not believe it. We're just a little more adept at covering the bruises and washing off the mud.

*stands mere inches from you, breathing hard*

[elenwe_]

::stands absolutely still with eyes blazing with anger on your face and her hands clenched in fists on her sides::

Alright, consider I'm standing here before you without any past or present grievances or grudges...show me your emotions. Show me your bloody bruises.

[_fingolfin]

Why should I? So you can make them bleed? I've bled enough in the past month to last me many years.

*looks down at your trembling fists with their knuckles turning white*

*breathes the words with tantalizing softness*

So angry. Why don't you try it my way for once? Why don't you hit me? You want to. You know how good you'd feel. Why not?