TEST DRIVE MEME

[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!

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never be sorry!! it's cute :> and Legolas is quite patient! also legit not flirting...

[orcsurfing]

[ It's curious, the variety of emotions pass across the stranger's features and all the little motions that speak through the body language; all different, all distinct, all so full of life and quite endearing in truth. It seems he is easy to read like a book and young, so young like many children of the Men though with his bearing resembling that of a Hobbit, or at least some of the Hobbits Legolas knew.

It is, in truth, quite endearing.

At the question he raises a hand, absently without a threat to the gesture and his knuckles are a barely there brush across a high cheekbone, like a touch of butterfly wings, fluttering and fleeting. ]

Your features, but only in the way of the Men. It is not enough to make a mistake, but it is a curiosity nonetheless.

[ His own feelings easily bleed into his expression, much like Ned's, though not so much into his body language. Legolas remains relaxed, but his eyes say what there is to say: they speak of love and adoration, bright in the dimly lit hall. ]

You resemble, if by a fraction only [ Though quite enough to be recognisable and his gaze grows distant now with a light flutter of eyelashes, as if searching his memory - long and vast as it is - for the time that has passed. ] someone I have not seen in... ninety years now, perhaps, it is hard to keep count of years when there is no need for it. It would be a lie to say that it is not a soothing sight, despite all.

But... no matter. [ He ought not daydream right in this moment, lose himself in memories fond and heartwarming and Legolas gathers himself once more without much fuss, reminding himself of manners. ] I am Legolas, son of Thranduil of the Woodland Realm. I may be in a situation similar to yours, but whatever help I can offer, I will gladly do so.

jlskdf <3 <3 baw legolas ;-; your dad love cries deeply

[consistency]

[ One of two things tends to happen when someone tries to touch Ned in any way: he beats a hasty retreat or he freezes into a statue. In this case, it's the latter, but even at that it's not as severe as it ordinarily is. Chalk it up to the nonthreatening and -- in a sense -- barely-there nature to the contact; chalk it up to how Ned cannot possibly miss the flicker of emotion present here. He doesn't move until the other reaches the part about ninety years. Then he has to blink. Still, he holds his silence, listening as the blond continues.

All this time there has been a certain quality of....Ned isn't certain of the word he wants. Elegance? Not quite it, though also not inaccurate. Formality? No. And yes. Ah...something grand? Is it too much to call it that? Then again, is it too much to believe all of this in the first place?

Note to self: you wake the dead. You wake the dead.

It's this near-third persuasion that cements his decision now to at least give this whole experience the benefit of the doubt. When he himself is a creature of unlikely ability, it seems only fair.

And the company he's kept so far has been nice besides.

Smile still there, it bears a more confounded look than before even as he returns the courtesy, ]

Nice to meet you. I'm Ned.

[ He feels silly and he can't explain why, so he hurries on, ] And thanks. I....I'm not sure why they called me. Honestly.

I'm a pie maker but...if I can ever help you...I mean, I will.

[ He has the sense that Legolas' words come in on some sort of age-old decibel that belongs only in stories, but standing here he is quite real. Distinct features. Ned won't forget or mistake anyone else for him, certainly. And he cannot shake the immediate and somehow striking sense of memory and...dare he say it...love expressed just moments before.

Just who does he remind him of? Why is it a soothing resemblance? Did you lose someone?

A dozen questions for a couple of answers. Like you do.

On a less soft-hearted note though, that too reminds him to ask even as he realizes it might be very rude: ] But...wait -- sorry you said... ninety years?

[ Ned's face says what he bites his tongue over: You look younger than I am though!!!! He'll have to get used to that one. ]