Anti-OTP: Maglor/Guinevere

[broodingelf]

Maglor gravitates towards water: it's where the original Music of the world yet lives the strongest, and as a bonus it quite nicely complements his angst. Of all the places to be unhappy forever, the beach is good and romantically atmospheric for it

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[sissy_queen]

And as always, Guinever will come, lured by Maglor's music, like a moth to a bright and beautiful flame.

She will sit nearby, respectfully listening, smiling at him in greeting, but not wanting to interrupt.

[broodingelf]

The music stills when he notices her; it was not special music, only emotion half-articulated. He inclines his head and smiles a bit self-consciously.

"Lady Guinevere, hello."

[sissy_queen]

"Lord Maglor." She smiles. She likes him, what can we say? She's always happy to see him.

"Pray not interrupt yourself on my behalf..."

[broodingelf]

"You interrupt nothing." He sets the harp aside and tilts his head at her, faintly amused. "What am I going to have to do to get you to stop calling me that?"