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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lets traumatise Mags I was logged in as him anyway

[bythewaves]

[ There's a secret the Eldar keep to themselves - Maglor's ring lets him go where he has been before... including the Seelie Castle. This way he can visit his family, even when they are far away from him, slipping through the shadows when the moon is high. He came to visit Arwen today, to shyly make sure the ellith who might have been his granddaughter is well and happy. He steps out the door of her room, wondering if he should go and seek her... and then he hears it.

Long, long ago, the child Makalaure was presented to the Valar by his parents. He never forgot the Song he heard that day, so much more beautiful than anything he heard or knew. Makalaure is dead now, and Maglor is stained and broken but oh... he is as drawn to it as he ever was. He sees her standing there and freezes into immobility, breath catching in a soft sob. Oh, but she is as beautiful as his childhood memory, almost too bright to endure. It is enough, to see her, and he starts backing up, to remove himself from her presence ]

we love traumatizing feanorians

[tintalle]

[ for a moment, she allows him, grief filling her heart. she wants to reach out to him, to take him in her arms and allow him solace. but.. ah, things are so much more complicated than that, aren't they?

without turning, she hums out a melodic, musing noise. ]

.. Will you flee from me, Makalaure? [ she glances over her shoulder, gaze finding him unerringly in the semi-darkness, white skin glowing gently like the stars that are her domain. ]

we do

[bythewaves]

[ he stills, automatically obedient when she calls him - he followed his father into doom but he never stopped loving them, but all he can manage when she looks at him is ]

Makalaure died a long time ago Lady.

[ He cannot meet her eyes ]

[tintalle]

[ she tuts quietly, crossing to him on silent feet and then reaching out, cool, nearly insubstantial hands curling around his. she almost looks dainty like this, in a strange world surrounded by strangers. ]

Now that is foolishness. [ her fingers press his own, face lifted to his, expression full of love and deep sadness. ] He has only been long lost, buried beneath centuries of sin and suffering. But I think.. with time, he can be recovered.

[bythewaves]

[ He flinches from her touch, so bright, so pure and his eyes frantically look anywhere but at hers. Small and fragile she may seem but Maglor knows better, can hear how they have trapped her ]

I... I do not... I do not think I... [ soft and broken ] Makalaure should stay dead, he was happy then. Maglor is only broken, now, I cannot... I do not deserve recovery.

[tintalle]

[ she lifts his hands, turning them over in her own, thumbs brushing the scars from the silmaril-- her touch as soothing as a balm. ] .. It is true that there are others who may not forgive you for your sins against them. You have done.. cruel deeds, for the sake of an Oath which I do not think you have believed in for many years, now.

[ she dips her head, then, pressing a gentle kiss to the center of his palm. ]

But I, at the least, am willing to forgive you. I wish you solace. I wish you healing. I wish you peace. [ she glances back up once more, and her hands gently release his, only to reach up, drawing him down as she curls her arms around his neck. ]

[bythewaves]

[ It should hurt he thinks numbly, but it doesn't when she touches them, and it is like light, like song, like his mother, and when she tugs at him he wavers, and then breaks, crumpling into her arms as if he were the small child of long ago, toddling closer to see the beautiful lady with the even more lovely song ]

Forgiveness is not for me, lady, and peace is something long forsaken.

[tintalle]

[ she strokes her fingers over his hair, gentle strokes as she might a child. ] Oh, my Makalaure. [ her eyes slide shut, grief welling once more, and it's all she can do to keep it out of her voice. ] One day, I pray that you will see that it is still possible. I will wait as long as need be.

[ she tips her head slightly, lips brushing his crown. ] There are those, after all, that yet love you, and always shall.

[bythewaves]

[ He shouldn't. You will taint her hiss his ghosts in his ears, Your sin should never be allowed to touch her but he cannot bring himself to pull away. ]

They shouldn't. It would be better if I was forgotten.

[tintalle]

'Tis not for you to decide that, you know. They love you despite your sins-- is it not cruel of you to so easily dismiss them? To dismiss us?

[ she leans back a little, tipping his chin up so that he's forced to meet her eyes. ]

And while you have changed greatly over the years, and madness has touched your heart, you have never been cruel, Makalaure.

[bythewaves]

[ No, please, he meets her eyes only for a split second before he shuts his and now he cries, silently ]

I have. I have been so cruel. I hurt so many. I would do it again. Lady you shouldn't. I hurt them even here.

[tintalle]

Everything you have done has been for loyalty and love to your family, to your people. I have watched you, I have watched your brothers.

[ she lifts her hands, gently wiping his tears away with her thumbs. ]

You torment yourself enough already, you know.

[bythewaves]

Not ever enough. [ He cannot help the lean into her - Maglor denies himself much, but after the fight with Celeborn, after the worry over his brothers and his mother... comfort offered like this he cannot refuse ]

It will never be enough.

[ Whether he means his torment or what his done is up for debate. Both, possibly, or neither ]