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[castintoflames]

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.)

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[valiantfire]

{One would think! Fingon's as gentle as he can be while still being thorough, though he does start humming softly to try and help keep his cousin's mind off the pain.

He grins.} I love the ribbons you got me. {Though he makes note to maybe not have his hair braided quite so much when with his cousin.

He tucks himself closer.}

[castintoflames]

(He doesn't blame him in the least for the discomfort. The humming helps him relax and he even closes his eyes. It is not often that he ever lets down his guard completely around anyone.)

Which reminds me... (Shifting, he reaches into a pocket and pulls out four more ribbons of a gentle blue.) They are not gold, but the color is attractive nonetheless.

[valiantfire]

{Fingon loves that he can get Maedhros to relax around him. He works quickly though, and soon is rebinding the wound.

He gasps when he sees the new ribbons, eyes lighting up, and he immediately unbraids his hair.} They're beautiful! Would you braid my hair using them?

[castintoflames]

(Trust is not given often or lightly; it cannot be in their circumstances. Yet Fingon is and has always been a special exception. Maedhros only moves his arm to make the binding easier - otherwise he lets his cousin do as he wishes.

He smiles broadly at the reaction and hums.) We shall see if I am able. (He smoothes the ribbons out before gently running his fingers through Fingon's hair.)

Do you remember the color of robin eggs? This blue reminds me of them.

[valiantfire]

{Maedhros has always been indulgent of Fingon, even when an Elfling had taken to crawling all over him. It's never been forgotten.

He grins and stretches out, making himself comfortable and his hair easily accessible. If that involved his head propped up on his cousin's lap, could he be blamed?}

You've always managed to find the prettiest ribbons.

[castintoflames]

(He does not call it indulgence for he has never disliked Fingon's company. Any crawling that was done was amusing to a certain degree and it only made his heart grow fonder.

For a moment, he feels a wave of anxiety. How will he braid...? What if they are messy? But, with a scowl, he sets forth to give it his best effort. If nothing else, Fingon can rest on his lap for awhile.)

They must be suited to you.

[valiantfire]

{Ha! Indulgence! Fingon well remembers all that he got away with from Maedhros and Maglor, and still can! How can he not hold them close to his heart now?

He trusts them - simple as that. He lets a hand curl loosely over his cousin's knee, grin gentling to a smile.}

They must call to you. {Even with one false hand, Maedhros is gentle, and Fingon has no worry over the state of his hair when his cousin is done.}

[castintoflames]

(It is because their hearts are close that they are so easy and free with one another. Maedhros does not regret their bond and he will never jeopardize it.

He smoothes the thick black hair over his other knee, smiling at the pointed ear he reveals.)

Anything that suits you interests me, you are right! (He separates three strands from the rest and begins to braid, brow furrowing in concentration.)

[valiantfire]

{Just as Fingon won't betray them. He'd sooner betray himself!

He hums happily.} I'm happy with just the ribbons and your company.

[castintoflames]

(He learns the rhythm and keeps the hairs stretched out so they don't bunch or fray.)

I'll look for other shades since you like them so much.

[valiantfire]

{The smile on Fingon's face is content and relaxed.}

Anything you find and like, I know I will too.

[castintoflames]

(If only Fingon could always be so. Maedhros pauses to stroke his cheek.)

Nothing gaudy. Strong, pure colors that are found naturally.

[valiantfire]

{Fingon always is, when with Maedhros! He hums happily, fingers slowly playing with the fabric on his cousin's knee.}

With a sparkle along the edges?