driftfleet | First song

Who: Maglor
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Now until shuffle

Broadcast

He comes awake in a gasp, hands flying immediately to weapons that are not there as he rolls into a wary crouch. The man is slender, almost beautiful, long dark hair and clear grey eyes that seem to glow from within. He is dressed in what are best described as robes - once fine but now faded and worn, if clean due to the efforts of whoever put him there. Almost innocuously compared to the shabby state of him, there is a silver eight pointed star pinned to his clothes that looks impossibly untarnished and is obviously of very high quality.

"Who is there?"

Action

Maglor moves silently through the halls, no sound of his footfalls. He is wary, anxious - this is something totally outside his experience. But then he passes a window looking out and he stops, a cry of wonder breaking from his lips as he falls to his knees. A hand comes up to his mouth, the other gripping the harp that seems to have been the only thing that came with him, as silent tears run down his face.

"A! Elbereth!"

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ Apollo is staying floating, because it always feels good to just let gravity go for a while. ]

Thank you. I can take none of the credit.

[ Shyly ]

It is a wonderful thing, all the same, eve if the winning of it came at cost. I have seen no such ability outside of sorcery before.

[ He lets himself spin lazily in the air before touching down again, bare feet silent as they press back to the cold floor. The halo fades away once more. ]

I love my abilities. I always have. Who hasn't wanted to fly?

[ Maglor smiles wryly ]

As a young child I certainly would not have minded. These days tis the Sea that calls to me.

I like the thermals over the ocean. They feel good, the way they twist and rise.

[ He holds out an arm in an invitation to come in close. ]

Want to try flying, even if it won't help your Sea longing thing?

[ Maglor eyes him shyly and then nods, reaching out to accept the hand ]

I... if you do not mind? Are you strong enough to lift two?

[ Apollo laughs. ]

I'm strong enough to lift a boat and throw it. Your weight is going to be nothing to worry about. I used to fly my husband, ex husband, around on a regular basis and he was easily twice your weight.

[ He pulls Maglor in against his side, an arm around his waist. ]

Hold around my neck, I don't want to drop you.

[ Maglor nods and pauses only to adjust the harp in its drawstring bag around his back before doing so ]

Alright.

[ The nervous flutter in his voice is masked in the excitement ]

[ Apollo lifts up slowly. Gravity still pulls at them, but he just ignores it with an apparent lack of effort. He keeps a firm grip on Maglor to not drop him until they're comfortably floating in the air, about a foot off the ground. ]

[ Maglor's grip tightens, but he makes no sound, only watching wide eyed as they lift off ]

Oh. [ Is about all he can manage ]

[ Apollo is very careful, because he doesn't want to drop Maglor, but he starts them moving just at a slow drift down the hallway. ]

[ Maglor's grip tightens briefly when they start moving, but he slowly relaxes as they go, eyes wide with wonder ]

Thank you, for this.

When we get off this ship, out to some decent planet, I'll take you out for a proper fly. Wind rushing through your hair, the land down below you... something better.

[ He spirals back to the ground carefully. ]

I would like that. [ Maglor says shyly ] Onky if tis no trouble. It must be like flying with the Great Eagles.

No trouble at all.

[ He lets Maglor go once they're safely back on the floor. ]

We can get some height and speed behind us. I can soar and drift if you want, but I'm really built for speed flying.

[ Maglor's eyes light in excitement at the suggestion - they have a curious quality which seems to make them lit from within, such that his joy is manifest in them brightening enough to almost burn silver ]

It sounds both exhilarating and terrifying. You are very kind.

Nah, I'm not kind. I just love sharing my love of flying. My girl loves chasing the sun with me, I'll hold onto her wrists and we'll fly around the Earth.

You are still offering a veritable stranger to share something obviously precious to you. [ Maglor says softly ] And for that I will always be grateful.

Your little one sounds a lovely child. How old is she?

She's nearly seven.

[ And his hand dips into a pocket on his cargo pants and pulls out a photo wallet, offering it out.

The girl looks about six, with asian features, black hair and there's an aura of blue white energy around her hands and feet, her beaming face turned to the camera. ]

She's old beyond her years. Not least because she is actually a reincarnation of the spirit of the age.

She is beautiful. [ Maglor admires the picture ]

Ah... a reincarnation? Of the... spirit of the age? I assume this is related to the strange light around her?

She is.

And... yeah, basically. It's complicated, even with a background in science. Without it... she's the embodiment of the modern age in my world. Quantum.

I think I will put that observation in the "too hard to understand the concept" section and just say that she seems a very fortunate girl, and you very much the doting father.

[ Maglor admits wryly ]

[ Which just makes Apollo beam. ]

Maybe. A bit. Yeah.

[ And that makes Maglor laugh softly ]

Nothing quite like parenthood.

Got any yourself?

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