Maglor Makalaure Canafinwe Feanorion (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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driftfleet2016-04-08 02:03 pm
bythewaves) wrote in driftfleet2016-04-08 02:03 pm
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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!"
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!"
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[ 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.
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Ah... a reincarnation? Of the... spirit of the age? I assume this is related to the strange light around her?
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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.
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[ Maglor admits wryly ]
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Maybe. A bit. Yeah.
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Nothing quite like parenthood.
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[ he shakes his head wistfully ]
But...for a time, my brother and I had the care for twin brothers, and I...
[ They were never ours to love whispers the ghost of his brother's memory ]
They were never ours to love. [ he repeats ] But I loved them all the same.