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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?

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(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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[ A snarl and suddenly Maglor is moving, knocking the knife to the ground and shoving Maedhros back against the wall behind him ]

Don't you ever make an offer like that again!

(His back hits the wall and he scowls, his pain, his worry and his irritation sparking his anger.)

Then what should I do?!

Not that!

[ Maglor shakes his brother, and with that voice of his, he's probably audible in the corridor and a fair ways down it, oops ]

You're my brother, you stupid, stupid nér! Don't ever tell me to hurt you again!

[ Slumping against him he thumps him and his voice is thick with unshed tears ]

I already hurt you too much.

(That voice is truly like the sea or a thunderstorm rumbling full force overhead. Maedhros will not be shocked if the ship shakes.)

We hurt one another. Often. (He sighs against Maglor's hair, arms lifting to hold his brother.)

My pain is nothing in comparison.

[ Flatterer. At least sound does not travel through vacuum? ]

It is when I cause it!

[ Another dry sob and a thump, but Maglor does not resist the embrace ]

Kano... (He bends and wraps around his broken little brother, kissing his temple.) I'm okay. It's you I'm worried about.

[ Maglor thumps him again, still not raising his head ]

Idiot! And I'm worried about you!

Then listen to me... (He cups Maglor's face between his hands - one flesh, the other metal.) I am well. I am healthy. Most importantly, I can see you and begin the very long road to making amends. How could I do that if you were on a planet by yourself?

[ Maglor's eyes are silver bright (like father's, in a rage), but from tears, not anger, and he leans into his brother's hold with a whimper ]

You aren't, I can hear it. [ Only to his family does Maglor admit exactly how much he "hears" ]

You're hurting, and I make it worse.

(Those ears. Maedhros had watched Maglor as a babe listening to that which he could not hear. Why must all of their blessings turn into curses?)

I am better. (He takes a breath.) And if you argue with me on that point, I will remind you of how I used to be.

For the Elf I became - for all I was unable to do for you - I am...regretful. (The emotion weighs him down.) I am regretful over what I failed to do; I am not regretful or saddened by your presence, Kano. Your heart does not rebuke me, though it likely should.

I want to be near you. I want us to rest and heal together.

[ A sniffle and a nod, Maglor curling into his brother's hold ]

Alright.

(Maedhros holds him tighter, smoothing over Maglor's hair with his left hand.)

Have you ate? Have you rested?

[ Maglor nods, tension slowly seeping out of his frame ]

Grandfather came by.

[ So he had to at least pretend that he was well ]

I asked him to. (Maedhros leads Maglor to the bed, wrapping a blanket around his shoulders.)

He knows us as we were, Kano. I told him some of how we treated one another and how I must make amends...

He was certain our love outweighed all else. I think, perhaps, that is why we hurt one another so efficiently. Our hearts speak directly.

[ That gets a betrayed glare ]

I do not wish him to worry!

[ But he accepts being led, and the blanket, providing Maedhros settles next to him ]

We have too much of father's fire to do otherwise.

He worries anyway. (He settles instead before Maglor, kneeling and clasping his hands.) He knows when we are hurt.

(Sighing, he smiles sadly.)

A quality I do not wholly dislike.

[ Maglor frowns - his brother ~~his king~~ should never kneel - and he pulls at him demandingly ]

You should still not give him further cause of concern.

We are our father's sons. [ He agrees ]

(The tugging has him rising just enough to sit at Maglor's side.)

It is difficult when I fear losing you.

[ Better, and Maglor settles against his side ]

You will not lose me. [ He says tiredly ] I am your shadow, your right hand. I am always the one left behind.

[ He means them, he always has, but the words taste of ashes, the burden wearisome ]

(He hears it clearly now and though his arm wraps around Maglor, his words are solemn.)

That brings you no joy; no happiness.

You are my brother.

[ Is all the answer Maedhros will get ]

I will never leave you.

(A promise he had been unable to keep. Maedhros flinches as if burned, breath catching.)

I'm not worth it.

You are my brother.

[ Maglor repeats stubbornly, as if it is all that matters - which it is, to him ]

(He feels numb. How long has Maglor been loyal to him because of...kinship? Blood? A little voice whispers "always" and he cannot dispute it. The burden had been lifted briefly when he had hung from the Thangorodrim and that bothersome voice whispers "that's why he didn't come".

His grip tightens on the back of Maglor's shirt, desperate to hang on and then he releases the fabric, dropping his hand away.)

This is not healing.

[ he cannot (does not) hide the hurt in his eyes when Maedhros pulls away, masks immediately starting to slam up, the hurting child fleeing to safety behind the cold prince ]

Of course not. [ He says bitterly ]

I told you all I do was hurt you. What do you want of me?

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