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[castintoflames]

Who: Maedhros & YOU
Broadcast: Fleet-Wide.
Action: Open to HS Bishop/whoever comes to visit?
When: Evening.

(Frustration is bound to get the better of Maedhros. He does not come from a patient family and the ships offer new obstacles to someone who is missing a hand. Currently, his hair is damp, his pale, freckled skin rosy from a fresh wash.)

Orro, none of this was made for one my size! (He tugs on a shirt that is not exactly the right length. It reveals part of his nearly-emaciated abdomen.)

Does anyone have suggestions? I can barely care for myself in these confines. (And that is...aggravating. Very much so.)

Atar? Toron? Cousin? (This is him waving the white flag for day to day tasks. Either he is going to cut his hair or have to (embarrassingly) ask someone to help him braid it.)

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[castintoflames]

(He will not prevent her from fighting, but he does have her back.)

What time is more appropriate? (Are they in some sacred place? He looks around quizzically.) The Valar intervene when there is suffering. Not as often as one might like, but their reasoning is not for us to know.

(Maedhros chuckles.)

I think I would be less of an embarrassment to us both that way.

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[child_of_bhaal]

No offense, but that is horse shit. Gods have an obligation to those that offer up faith to them.

[She's vehement and heated, but not at him. It's very pointedly directed at gods, in general.

Of course, that changes abruptly at his self-depricating joke; low, smoldering anger shifting to concern and sincerity.]

You aren't embarrassing me in the slightest, Maitimo.

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[castintoflames]

The Darkness hides us from their gaze at times. It would be another matter if they were all on the same page.

(But Morgoth and Sauron complicated things. He wonders what has made her feel so passionately about such things.)

... (However her reassurance distracts him utterly and he feels his cheeks grow warm.) You are too kind, I think, but I appreciate it.

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[child_of_bhaal]

I am not.

[Well, she is extremely kind, but she wouldn't see it that way.]

I know only the outline of your story, but I can see, in your eyes, there are dark details in the depths of it. I won't ask you to confide in me now, as I know we are nearly strangers yet. But allow me to tell you the truth of what I can perceive. You are strong, kind, and loving. No scar, or ill fit cloth, or wild tangle of hair can diminish your qualities. You're beautiful, without and within, and I'm honored to walk beside you.

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[castintoflames]

(The warmth spreads across his cheeks to his ears. His skin is very nearly the same hue as his hair and he has no way to hide it in the broad daylight.)

You forget one quality: I am mad too. (A shadow passes across his features; a sign that the Darkness has touched him deep within.) I will do my utmost to never harm a hair on your head or anyone else's head, however should the madness waken, my brother and I are prey to it. We do not want to be -

But it is the truth.

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[child_of_bhaal]

Then should it arise, I'll help you -both of you- find your way back. I am actually certified, by judgmental spirits who put me through very rigorous tests of sanity. Most of which should have killed me.

[It might sound like she's joking, but look at her face. This is completely true.]

You know, in the end I don't think they even knew if I passed. I think they were just dumbfounded that anyone could because half the tests were utterly paradoxical, and yet here I am; possibly sane, potentially crazy.