Maedhros Nelyafinwë Maitimo Fëanorian ✧ Russandol (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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driftfleet2017-03-31 08:36 pm
castintoflames) wrote in driftfleet2017-03-31 08:36 pm
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Who: Maedhros & Fingon
Broadcast: Nope!
Action: Closed.
When: Friday Evening~
(His time amongst the fleet has made him too lax with his time. Maedhros knows better and he puts down the weapons he had been checking, ending his work early for the evening. He then cleans himself up, changing his robes and drawing his long copper hair back into a high ponytail. There is a bandage around one of his arms, but it is easily covered with his sleeve.
It is unfortunate that he can do nothing about his scars. His lips twist bitterly as he finishes his preparations. After buttoning his sleeves - not an easy task - he finally exits his quarters and walks to his cousin's door. Raising a hand, he knocks and...holds his breath.)
Broadcast: Nope!
Action: Closed.
When: Friday Evening~
(His time amongst the fleet has made him too lax with his time. Maedhros knows better and he puts down the weapons he had been checking, ending his work early for the evening. He then cleans himself up, changing his robes and drawing his long copper hair back into a high ponytail. There is a bandage around one of his arms, but it is easily covered with his sleeve.
It is unfortunate that he can do nothing about his scars. His lips twist bitterly as he finishes his preparations. After buttoning his sleeves - not an easy task - he finally exits his quarters and walks to his cousin's door. Raising a hand, he knocks and...holds his breath.)