TEST DRIVE #6

[fairyfoes]

TEST DRIVE MEME

Considering apping to EACHDRAIDH? Why not give the setting a test run here! OPTIONAL SCENARIOS 01. ARRIVING IN THE DRABWURLD. The Seelie and Unseelie courts welcome you with mirthful revelry and hearty food. After you have been briefed on your purpose here, you will find an endless feast and a night filled with entertainment to placate your concerns. Mingle with new arrivals, sneak down the castle halls and make sure your eyes are always on your glass; fairies and imps have no bias when it comes to tricks! 02. THE STATION. Looking for a little slice of home? The Station gives you all that and more. Take advantage of the wifi, have a cup of fairy-brewed coffee (the one they didn't spit in) or sit back and relax on the patio. You can even move your things into one of the available rooms! 03. WILDCARD. Your own scenario! Explore the Drabwurld or simply take advantage of your Locket!

Comments

/is the absolute latest I am sorry

[bythewaves]

[ The clocks in the Station tell the time in Feanor's own voice (as does one of the microwaves, which is now suspiciously efficient), and Maglor still returns here to watch his favourite sitcom every Friday barring complications. But his father's light, his father's song - those are things to distract even from his favourite indulgence, and his head snaps up from his spot on the couch, disbelieving ]

Atarinya?

nothing to be sorry for!

[second_time_around]

[The minute he enters the room, he knows. His son is here -- he doesn't have to see him to know he's present. But he spots him soon enough when he hears him call.]

Kanafinwë.

[He strides over to where he sits, and then, amazingly enough, Fëanor hesitates. He's remembering the last time he saw his son, and all the things he'd done. He might not be entirely welcome.]

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor makes no move towards his father either, tense and wound as he watches him, too many emotions chasing themselves through his eyes although his face stays still and blankly calm. When he finally speaks his voice is carefully flat and controlled, betraying nothing (and yet, betraying everything) ]

You came back.

[ why now, where were you, I miss you, I hate you, do you forgive me? ]

[second_time_around]

[He wasn't wrong to be concerned, he thinks, when he sees that blank look on Maglor's face. Calm and distant, and entirely too controlled. But a puzzled look crosses his face at Maglor's words.]

Came back?

[Has he been here before? Or does his son mean from... well. The last time they saw each other.]

[bythewaves]

[ Still with that carefully crafted politician's face Maglor nods slowly ]

You were here... before. For a while.

[ As if to prove his point, the clock chimes the hour. In perfect Quenya. In Feanor's tones ]

Some do return without memory.

[ You left me again! say his eyes ]

[second_time_around]

[He's about to protest that he couldn't have been here, when he hears the clock chime.

Well. So much for that argument.]

I suppose that I am of those then.

[He reaches out a hand to his son, hesitant, unsure of how he'll be received.]

Still, I'm here now.

[bythewaves]

[ The hand gets eyed with narrow suspicion (you are but a dream, I will wake if I touch you) before slowly, haltingly Maglor nods and goes to take his father's hand (instinctively, he responds with the burnt right, before remembering and switching) ]

Yes. Will you stay this time?