driftfleet | Open, Fleetwise, 001

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Open, Fleetwise, 001

Who: Fëanor and YOU!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: HS Marsiva
When: Morning

[A hand reaches out to grasp a mechanical limb before grey eyes even blink open to stare suspiciously. Fëanor feels rested, energized even, despite the most recent long hours spent over the forge's fires working on his masterpiece.]

Who dares...?

[Awareness flickers through him and the elf pauses. He sits up from the bed, though doesn't immediately move to get off, nor release the robot's 'arm'. An impatient hand reaches up and shoves a lock of black hair that had gotten free of the loose braid back behind a pointed ear and he studies the robot a bit more closely.]

Do you have a name? Are you a thinking creature? [A pause and he absently hums, head tilting a little in thought.] I think not in the ways of Arda.

['Bot, be glad he has no tools on him.]

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[His eldest had always understood him best.

It hurts, hearing what's happened because of him. But also hearing that despite it all, his first born still adamantly loves him... It helps him to breath again. Just a little easier.]

With all that you have said, you still love me. And you say you are not worthy of praise? You are so worthy I have no words.

I do not believe I need praise for something that comes naturally to me. (He has foggy memories of being carried by Fëanor to many places. His father had shown him the world and opened his heart to him. Maedhros does not take hearts for granted.)

[Oh Maedhros.]

What comes naturally to you is worthy of pride.

...like Kano's music? (He has never truly found his talent.)

Yes. [Because Maedhros is all around talented!]

(He's not so sure! He can lead, he's fairly good with a sword (one handed!), he doesn't mind putting himself in danger for family or friends. He loves. And loves a lot.)

I accept it.

Edited 2016-06-17 07:05 (UTC)