TEST DRIVE MEME #5

[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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[bythewaves]

[ Very pretty! She beams happily at Baldr and at the mention of red she darts over to Maglor and then back My singer's brother has the same!, and wraps herself in the strands happily ]

[ Again that shy duck of his head ] You honor me lord, and I am glad to bring you a little comfort.

[ but... ]

Is it truly repentance, if I would do it again? [ He says softly, for he would do it again and again, if it kept his family safe ]

[baltas]

[ he colors again, looking flustered. really, he should be accustomed to this sort of thing. being who he is, people are naturally drawn to him, they can't help it. and though baldr has always been gracious about it, it can be a little lonely. still, he doesn't think this is quite the same. there's nothing of infatuation or adoration in maglor's features-- only respect and reverence. and that, perhaps, is what's so embarrassing. after all, goodness, it's as he's said-- he's no one's god here.

he hesitates, fingers lifting and hovering there, like nervous white birds, before settling on maglor's again, pressing them warmly. ]

I suppose that would depend on why you'd do it, doesn't it? [ he leans in, trying to catch the elf's eye. ] It clearly wouldn't bring you pleasure. So.. what would drive you to repeat your sins?

[bythewaves]

[ again that startled flinch at the touch - as if he does not think himself worthy of touch, a surprised flick up of eyes before they drop again ]

My oath. [ he says softly ] My family. [ I would dash myself to pieces, if it kept my family safe ] My brother.

[baltas]

[ he smiles a little sadly, pressing the elf's fingers again-- hopefully some small comfort. ]

I understand. I think we'd all do what we had to for our family. I have a brother that I love very much, too. He's always taken care of me. And.. you know-- [ his fingers twitch, then slide away, teeth catching at his lower lip. ] --I'm not.. not so unstained as you think, myself. I've done things that I regret, too.

[bythewaves]

[ shy and hesitant, that hand turns and squeezes back briefly, revealing the burn scars that have not (will not) heal, and Maglor lifts his eyes to meet Baldr's properly for the first time (he cannot hold that gaze, too bright, not for long, but he wants to show that he is listening) ]

I cannot imagine that lord, of one so bright as you.

[baltas]

[ he manages a soft, weary little laugh. ] .. Oh, Maglor. Brightness can blind, as well, you know. [ his shoulders fall slightly, fingers lacing together against his knees as if to keep them out of trouble. ] .. I'm dual-natured: the god of light and the god of destruction. I never remember when that part of me takes over, but I've hurt people.

[bythewaves]

[ softly, eyes full of memory, hands flexing slightly in remembered pain ] Light can burn. Yes. It searches out the darkness and sears it away.

[ Shy, but still firm ]

I am sorry lord, I did not mean to raise painful memories. But if, as you say, you do not remember, how then can you be held accountable?

[baltas]

[ seeing the movement, his fingers lift to brush the scars, gaze lifting. ] .. Simply because I can't remember doesn't absolve me. It's still my body, and it's still my power.

[ his gaze drops once more, touch gentle against wounds that look as if they haven't entirely healed. ]

.. How did this happen?

[bythewaves]

But not your will, yes?

[ A quiet shrug ] That is how I see it, at any rate.

[ fingers twitch a little and Maglor's voice adopts the sing-song of the storyteller ]

Once, there was a Light that was more than a Light, and a gemsmith captured it, gold and silver and more, in three priceless jewels. They were stolen, and the gemsmith swore an Oath to reclaim them, whatsoe'er the cost, and his sons swore the same. Through war and blood and the slaughter of kin two of the jewels came at last to the hands of the last of his sons. But soaked in blood as they were, the jewels rejected them, for such a light was never meant to be touched by unclean hands.

[baltas]

[ for several moments after maglor's voice fades, he remains still, expression stricken. at last, though, his fingers twitch, then curl, tightening gently around the elf's. not enough to harm, but enough to show that he hasn't been repulsed. ]

.. I see. [ his voice sounds thick when he speaks, as if he's scant moments from crying-- and indeed, his eyes do seem a little overbright, lashes damp. ] Oh, Maglor.. you've been through a lot, haven't you?

[bythewaves]

[ as he always is after dredging up those memories Maglor's voice is flat and controlled, his eyes empty and despairing, the light in them flickering low until he can control himself again ]

Nothing that I did not bring on myself. [ a shaky breath and he manages to pull himself together enough to smile a little ]

Do not weep for me, lord. For you see? You act unknowing and unwilling, and in that, I think, you do better than I.

[baltas]

[ he frees a hand, lifting it to rub the heel of his palm over his eyes, laughing a little shakily. ]

I'm sorry, I can't help it. Loki calls me a weepy princess. [ he huffs, shaking his head. ] Though Loki teases me a lot about everything, really.

[ a careful breath, making certain he's calm, before glancing back up, expression soft and a little wistful. ]

You ought to stay here, then, you know. I mean, it would be a good way to start over.

[bythewaves]

Those closest to us often know us well enough to tease the truest. [ Maglor quirks a small smile. Slowly, he looks a little less translucent - Maedhros wants him to stay, he promised that he'd try ]

Is Loki the friend you spoke of earlier?

[ a shrug ] There is nothing left for me at home.

[baltas]

Yes. [ the ambient light in the area seems to brighten gently, a warm, almost living glow. clearly, loki is very, very important to him. ] He's my best friend. He does tease me a lot, but it's just because he worries, I think. He and my brother have known.. about that other part of me for a lot longer than I have.

[ he presses his hands to his face to hide his blush. ]

.. Not to mention that I'm actually very clumsy, so I have a tendency of spraining my ankle or-- or falling on things or cutting myself or any number of other accidents.

[bythewaves]

[ That smile firms a little in amusement ]

The very best of friends, it sounds like. I am glad you have such joy in your life, lord, and I grieve that you must be sundered from them here.

[baltas]

Oh! Oh, no, it's-- it's for the best, really. [ he looks embarrassed, but it fades, leaving him pensive. ] I mean, I suppose I'm still.. dangerous here, but I think there's probably a chance that I'll find a way to seal that other part of me away for good. At least, I hope so.

[ he lowers his hands, curling them under his thighs absently, smile returning. ]

But-- But anyway, so you've decided to stay here. Have you been here long already? Do you.. have family or friends here?

[bythewaves]

Perhaps so, but I do not think it kind, all the same.

Not long. [ for an elf ] Perhaps some six or seven months, I would guess. I have... found friends here yes. And the vagaries of this place have brought to me kin and family, beyond all hope. But... I wish it not so. [ softly ] I wish it not so, for I would spare them this.