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[castintoflames]

Who: Maedhros
Broadcast: Fleetwide~
Action: On the S.S. Huntress.
When: Friday morning.

The best secrets are never told; they are buried down deep and killed before they reach the lips.

(His family has many such secrets and he has added a vault or two of his own to them. He also knows the power of denial. A secret can't hurt if you believe it isn't real.)

I am experienced with secrets and lies. There are not any that could hurt me now. However...

Those rumors relating to my family shall do them no harm. If they were heard, you will forget them.

(There is a steely glint to his eyes now; threatening, mad.)

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[castintoflames]

(Madness is no excuse for murder. The things he did for the Oath are unspeakable and he understands, as he examines them, why the Valar would bar him from having a marriage.

He tries to ignore how good the simplest of touches feel when they come from Fingon, but his traitorous heart will not allow it. Instead he kisses the thumb, brow furrowing.)

Joy and sorrow, Finno. Tis the sorrow that frightens me for your sake.

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[valiantfire]

{What is barred to Maedhros, Fingon considers barred for himself. He refuses to leave his beloved cousins alone.

He reaches to cup the tall Elf's face, cradling it gently as he meets his cousin's gaze.}

Sorrow is what I face when I am parted from you, Maitimo. Joy is when I am with you. Are my songs not brighter when we are together? Can you not see? {What he'd denied out of innocence is now blatantly clear and he won't turn his back now. Even if he's nervous, and perhaps a little afraid everything is about to come crashing down around them.}

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[castintoflames]

(His cousin has strong hands - hands that can and have seen battle - but they are incredibly gentle too. Maedhros wishes he could explore them with his lips, finding all of the calluses and smoothing them with kisses.

I have no right! He mentally jerks himself awake from his daydream, flushing.)

I see. (And it breaks his heart that he cannot give Fingon all he deserves from a partner. His arms slip around the smaller Elf and embrace him to his chest.) I will not have you sorrowful. Will you stay the night?

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[valiantfire]

{He'd be welcome to. And more. Fingon won't push him away. He traces his cousin's features, the flush earns a soft smile.

All he wants is what Maedhros can give him. He won't ask for more. He slips his arms around Maedhros' neck, leaning comfortably into the embrace with a low hum of contentment.}

Gladly. {He might even actually sleep!}

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[castintoflames]

(His skin tingles, coming to life under Fingon's hands. Eyes half-lidded, he turns his head, carefully, to kiss a palm and then a fingertip.

Then he is happily nestled in an embrace, his left hand moving in soothing motions over Fingon's back.)

Make yourself comfortable. I will watch over you tonight.

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[valiantfire]

{Fingon smiles, tightening his embrace.}

I'm in good hands.

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[castintoflames]

Well you're in a good hand. The other one isn't really mine. (He chuckles.)

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[valiantfire]

{A fond grin.} I always have been, even if you don't see it or agree.

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[castintoflames]

Only because you are strong enough to catch yourself when I fumble. (Self-loathing will always be a thing.)

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[valiantfire]

If I am strong enough, it is because I have had good examples. {And Fingon looks pointedly at Maedhros at this.}