IC Speed Dating Meme

[fairbrook]

IC Speed Dating Meme

Rules:
1. Post with your character by creating a "card" with your name, sex, and preferences.
2. Tag to others.
3. You supposedly only have seven minutes, but that's up to the muns how many comments. [To hell with that, let's not put a limit on how many comments]
4. Have fun.

Comments

/most strikes on tag ever award goes to

[bythewaves]

NAME: Maglor also responds to Makalaure/Canafinwe/Laure/Cano/Hey you
SEX: Male
PREFERENCES:HIS WIFE he likes his ladies a bit sassy and strong willed and still ladylike in other words he really did get married to a lady who sorta reminded him of his mom this is perhaps not the healthiest but hey, his family man Must like music. he's still not sure why he's here

[notavirtue]

[Squints.]

Just music?

[WELL THEY'RE NOT A MATCH.]

[bythewaves]

Well. [ awkward shrugs ] I... compose, you see. A lot. I have been told it is... annoying, on occasion. And I would not like to be... yoked to one who I would cause distress for in that manner.

[notavirtue]

We had no time for music in my cycle. I did not enjoy what the humans insisted on listening to, either.

[It's a good thing this isn't an actual dating attempt, because he just failed miserably.]

[bythewaves]

Oh, not everyone enjoys the same things, I have found - tis a shame you had no chance, my friend, for music comes in all forms. [ he shrugs and grins shyly ] After all, you did not mind what you heard in my soul, did you not?

[notavirtue]

No, I did not mind. [He didn't accidentally get Elf Married when they did that, did he?] I find I do not care to learn what I have been 'missing', however. It simply does not interest me.

[bythewaves]

[ lucky for you it doesn't work that way ]

That is what I hear, with every beat of my heart - the song of creation [ another wry grin ] - and so I must sing, you see, for I cannot bottle it up inside. I would not inflict that on one who did not, at the least, mind it overly.

[notavirtue]

[He leans back in the chair, folding his arms over his chest with a wry grin of his own.]

I am afraid I must disappoint you. We are not compatible in the least.

[bythewaves]

[ a low laugh ]

Alas, for that then! For I mind not your company at all my friend, and would grieve if you did not, at the least, tolerate mine! But I am wed, in any case, so it is a moot point. Perhaps one day I shall teach you to enjoy music, or perhaps not.

[notavirtue]

I should think the latter. If ever I find your company unwelcome, you will know it.

[Because he'd either just leave or tell him to piss off. Maglor deserved that much, at least.]

[bythewaves]

Hm, I do not doubt that my friend. In any case I am already wed, and a game like this one of little import to me except so far as it allows for conversation. Would you seek amongst our fellow pawns for companionship, or are all of us too different?

[fairbrook]

Et tu, Brute?

[At least she can enjoy music.]

[bythewaves]

[ a shy shrug ]

I fear that my preferences are fairly simple, Lady Integra.

[fairbrook]

You needn't fret. Music is my delight.

[Not that she's looking for a date or anything. :V]

[bythewaves]

[ He laughs softly and bows ]

Then, Lady Integra, perhaps we might share a dance one day. Or do you play or sing? I would not mind a companion in those endeavours either - it has been a long time since I had any to accompany me.

[tawarwaith]

I like music. [ And getting into trouble. ]

[bythewaves]

[ A bright smile ]

Well I should hope so, for one of our kin! And you have a poets soul, Forest-daughter. We should sing together some time - I fain would hear your voice lifted in song, Tauriel.

[tawarwaith]

[ She likes to see him smile. It is by FAR BETTER than him fading. ]

I fear you speak too highly of me, but I would like to sing with you, if given the chance. I only caution that I am not nearly as skilled as you.

[bythewaves]

[ he chuffs in amusement ]

You talk to me of stars and wind and trees that reach them, Tauriel - I do not think so. And tis not the skill of a singer, but their heart, I think.

[tawarwaith]

I talk about what speaks to me in my heart, as I am sure you do as well. Some might say I have too much heart, I hope then that it does not effect my singing voice.

[bythewaves]

If anything, I would think it makes it all the more lovely. [ he says gently ] I did not lie when I said I thought you wasted as a guard-captain. I know in times of war we must all of us turn our hands to different pursuits, but I wonder what you might have been, if you had been born my sister in truth in the peace of Valinor long ago.

[tawarwaith]

Probably the youngest and just as troublesome as any of your brothers! [ She laughs and smiles to him hoping not to cause him too much pain. ] I doubt I would have been well suited to a life among Valinor. I would have always wished to see what lay in the world beyond.

[bythewaves]

Hm, perhaps a fiesty little songbird then? [ he smiles back wistfully ] And in that you would be little different to my cousins! Galadriel was the first of my cousins to stand with us - she swore no oath, but I could see the fire in her eyes - the thought of new lands drew her, as surely as it would have drawn you.

[tawarwaith]

That earns even more of a smile from her

It is true some songbirds can indeed be feisty, but I rather be a a falcon or a hawk than a songbird. Swift and beautiful and free to wander where the winds take me!

[ The comparison to the Lady Galadriel earns a slightly flustered look. ]

New lands and adventures yes, but I doubt I wold have the spirit of Lady Galadriel.

[bythewaves]

I told you you had a poets soul [ Maglor laughs softly ] Listen to you! Aye, a kestrel, I think - the swift-dancing hawk - it would suit you well.

Mm, do not underestimate yourself - she is bold and bright my cousin, but think you she was always so great? She grew into that - and so may you. Time will tell, as it always does.