driftfleet | (Open)

Who: Maedhros & Open (except for private part).
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Yes! On S.S. Huntress.
When: Late on the 12th.

(Private to Maglor.)

(This portion is sent as a simple text, devoid of as many emotions as he can spare his Kano.)

May I see you?

(/)

(Maedhros is sitting on his bed, his hair brushed and draped over one shoulder. He has a mechanical hand laying beside him and he is preparing to strap it to his arm. It is not often that he shows what is left of that arm - that nub, truly - and the scars are numerous even though the cut that severed it was clean.)

Atar or Curufin would have delighted in this, I think. I feel hardly worthy of it.

(A small, tired smile curls his lips as he, at last, raises his arm, new hand attached. The fingers bend, flexing and he touches them in wonder.)

My thanks to the engineers on our fleet. Your craftsmanship and your patience have left me with a much easier existence.

(OOC: If you would like your particular engineer to have been one of the ones who aided Maedhros, assume it is so!)

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(He tilts his head, focusing as he reaches the end of the braid, biting his lip.)

Finno, you are blinding me. (Okay that's a tease because Fingon is glowing.) Do not shoot away from me like a star!

{Fingon snickers, waiting just long enough that he knew the braid would stay in place before he turns and wraps his arms around his cousin in a tight hug.}

Then you best hold on tight!

(He finishes the braid with a knotted ribbon, smirking at the tight embrace. It is such a shame that he recalls where Fingon is ticklish...)

The Lady Varda will not wish for me to dampen your light, little star.

{Is it? Fingon buries his face against Maedhros' chest to try and keep his shrieks of laughter from bothering his cousin's neighbors, wiggling helplessly under the teasing fingers. And yes, his glow is still rather noticeable!}

Ah! Mai- {giggle} - timo! {laugh!}

(He grins and shows Fingon no mercy. Let the neighbors hear his laughter; it is a delightful sound!)

Yes? Are you saying something? (His tone is absolutely calm and composed even as his grin radiates mischief.)

{For that grin alone, Fingon would do anything. His laughter rings out, bright and joyful - utterly unrestrained!}

N- {wiggle!} -no! {He's just a boneless wigglepile!}

(And the universe is better for it! Maedhros finally relents, letting Fingon breathe, eyes sparkling.)

I thought not! I must be hearing things.

{Fingon gasps for breath, collapsing against his cousin as he tries to stop giggling quite so hard. Tears of laughter escape and he doesn't mind - just uses Maedhros tunic as a towel as he rubs his face against it.}

You're - {gasp, deep breath, then a little calmer} - going senile! {another giggle, this time fond affection shines clear with the tease.}

(He doesn't mind in the least. With all of his little brothers, he has been spit on, thrown up on, bled on and Eru knows what else! Fingon's tears are happy in origin and he cherishes them.)

I am very old, Finno. (Nope, can't keep a straight face!)

{And used as pillow, bed, and blanket, just as Fingon has been by his own siblings. He turns his head to rest his cheek on his beloved cousin's shoulder, content to stay put as his breathing gradually settles.

He grins up at Maedhros, laughter still shining in his eyes, though he's perfectly serious in his words.}

And strong and kind.

(With his height, who could blame his little brothers for wanting to rest on him. Maedhros never turned them away. Just as he welcomes Fingon now, pressing a kiss to his forehead.)

What if I forget that too? You did say I was senile.

{It's true. Young or old, Fingon's always liked snuggling against Maedhros. He smiles softly and hugs him, cheeks colored merrily.}

Then I will remind you.

I have forgotten your age, I fear. (Since his last memories of Fingon are not good and afterwards, the years had been...chaotic. A mess of days and nights where he survived but he did not live.)

{Fingon arches a brow, resting his chin on his cousin's chest to better look up at him.}

I am old enough it should not matter. {A sniff that can be taken either serious or playful.}

(Ah why must he be cute? Maedhros tugs on his braid, lips pursing.)

It matters to me. We used to celebrate your Naming Days. Besides, I think I might be twice as old as you now.

{Fingon's gaze softens and his embrace gentles along with a new smile.}

I would not mind starting again, as long as we can celebrate yours as well.

If you wish... (He feels his neck grow hot.) I think we must find any and all reasons to celebrate.

I do! We should. And find ways to cheer Kano back up.

He needs time. (His gaze is distant.) With his heart so large, it will take him a long while to find cheer.

But our attempts to speed him there sooner should not be forgotten. He needs the distraction they can provide.

He will have it. I will never give up on him or you.

{Fingon leans up to kiss his cousin's cheek.}

We all need happy things to focus on.

I believe you. (He blushes and comes back to the present.) If you are happy, that helps me greatly.

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