Maedhros Nelyafinwë Maitimo Fëanorian ✧ Russandol (
castintoflames) wrote in
driftfleet2017-02-10 10:53 pm
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Who: Maedhros & Open
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Yes! On Ring World Siourew.
When: The tenth.
(It is uncommon for Maedhros to be surrounded by...anyone, truly. He has an air about him that affords him space without him saying a word. Perhaps his scars are off-putting or his height or perhaps word has spread that he - along with certain members of his family - are skilled, cold killers when threatened.
Regardless, the tall Elf is finding himself in an uncomfortable situation. Many of those vying for his attention are Co’kal and he is wary of offending them even in his confusion.)
Forgive me, but I cannot - (There is excitement that follows his gentle rejection and he tenses, barely avoiding a hand touching his hair.) I do not like to be touched.
(Which isn't entirely true. His family can touch him freely and he feels no anxiety. However strangers are a different story.
A smaller, somewhat daintier Co'kal makes a sound of sympathy and he smiles nervously.)
I am honored to be given your affections. (Maedhros meets the gazes of all around him, paling when he feels tensions heightening.) But I am not worthy of them. I must tell you now that we would not be compatible as mates.
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Yes! On Ring World Siourew.
When: The tenth.
(It is uncommon for Maedhros to be surrounded by...anyone, truly. He has an air about him that affords him space without him saying a word. Perhaps his scars are off-putting or his height or perhaps word has spread that he - along with certain members of his family - are skilled, cold killers when threatened.
Regardless, the tall Elf is finding himself in an uncomfortable situation. Many of those vying for his attention are Co’kal and he is wary of offending them even in his confusion.)
Forgive me, but I cannot - (There is excitement that follows his gentle rejection and he tenses, barely avoiding a hand touching his hair.) I do not like to be touched.
(Which isn't entirely true. His family can touch him freely and he feels no anxiety. However strangers are a different story.
A smaller, somewhat daintier Co'kal makes a sound of sympathy and he smiles nervously.)
I am honored to be given your affections. (Maedhros meets the gazes of all around him, paling when he feels tensions heightening.) But I am not worthy of them. I must tell you now that we would not be compatible as mates.

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[He chuckled, unable to help himself as he turned back to the Co'kai.]
Now, who knows how to braid hair? He likes his hair braided at night before bedtime. And he'll need someone to cook good food for him.
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That isn't - (But the words die on his lips as the Co'kal tell Finwë, animately, of their many talents and how well they will tend to his body and hair. Maedhros flushes to his ears and drops his gaze.)
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Grandfather, I think you made it worse. (He murmurs the statement in Quenya so as not to offend his admirers.)
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[great-grandbabies would have been nice but Finwe wouldn't ever ask his children or grandchildren to marry for anything other than love.]
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[He leaned over to kiss the side of his grandson's head affectionately.]
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