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[valiantfire]

Who: Fingon, Open!
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: Huntress.
When: Evening, May 8th.

A Ball? {Fingon nearly bounces as he reads the invitation, a vibrant smile shines at any who see him, and the Elf just manages to keep from bolting for the stores he has already poured over in recent days.}

Only a few days away, will everyone be ready?

{And, because he knows his cousins, he aims a hopeful grin as he attempts to switch to a more private setting for the next part of his message.}

Maitimo? Kano? You are both going, right? We should dance together!

Comments

u fail private Fingon. FAIL.(cousin loves u anyway)

[bythewaves]

I have been asked to perform. [ SO PLEASED ]

Do say you will play with me, Finno.

HE TRIED

[valiantfire]

I would have been shocked had they not!

{A happy flush before Fingon laughs.} I would be glad to, if you dance with me!

/pats

[bythewaves]

It has been a long time. [ Maglor flushes in return ]

I haven't danced in... I don't know, Finno. I fear I am out of practice!

[valiantfire]

{A gentle smile.}

It matters not, cousin. We could practice, if you wish?

[bythewaves]

I suppose we should a little. [ Maglor laughs softly ]

What songs should we play? And will you dress for the occasion? I am sure I could ask Lady Misty to help.

[valiantfire]

Only a little! I know we'll remember better once we start.

We could take requests! {Fingon also names a few favorites!} Would you? We should wear appropriate clothing!

[bythewaves]

Let us hope so.

[ Maglor nods, he likes those too ] We could, although we do not know the songs of this world! And I will ask Lady Misty to find things for you, unless you think we should wear formal court robes!

[valiantfire]

So little faith in yourself, cousin!

We could, or we could try something new.

[bythewaves]

I am now old enough to be forgetful, I feel!

Mm, I dislike the restriction that court robes entail. I think you would look good in leather, cousin!

[valiantfire]

{An affectionate laugh.} Not too old though!

Mm, then I leave our wardrobe to your mercies! {Don't betray Fingon's trust, cousin!}

[bythewaves]

Never too old to play with you, hm?

[ Maglor chuckles ]

I promise it will be no worse than what I am wearing?

[valiantfire]

I hope not! {A cheerful grin.}

If that is your promise, then I am in good hands!

[bythewaves]

You say that now, cousin! I hope you do not regret it later!

[valiantfire]

{A bright laugh!}

I find it hard to believe I might!

[bythewaves]

Well then, I will do my best to live up to those expectations!

[valiantfire]

{Fingon grins, cheerfully.}

Then it's settled! Give me a call or come by my room if you need me - any time.

[bythewaves]

I will do so!

[ WHICH MEANS in a day or so Maglor will come by with... APPROPRIATE clothing ]

Cousin?

[valiantfire]

{The door opens and Fingon peers out before grinning faintly and pulling Maglor in.}

Are these- You work quickly!

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor laughs ]

It helps that I know your measurements. But here, let us see how they fit.

(Video - Actual Privacy FTW)

[castintoflames]

I think I shall watch you and Kano dance. I fear your feet would not survive the night if I tried.

{ACTUAL PRIVATE VIDEO!} :D

[valiantfire]

{Fingon pouts a little.} Please? I don't mind, and we could practice before it!

And - {Here he blushes a little, ducking his head.} I would very much like to dance with you...

(TECHNOLOGY! Private Video) <3

[castintoflames]

(Oh. No, no no... He bites the inside of his cheek.) Then your feet would be injured beforehand!

(Maedhros takes a deep breath.) Are you set on the idea?

{SO MAGICAL!} :3

[valiantfire]

I heal quickly!

{Fingon looks up with a hopeful smile.} I'm afraid so.

(WE ARE WIZARDS)

[castintoflames]

(He cannot say no. He cannot. But he looks exceptionally embarrassed.)

Where is there a large enough area to practice?

[valiantfire]

{Joy lights Fingon's face.}

Perhaps one of the shuttle bays?

[castintoflames]

The largest one would suit.

(He will be a nervous wreck, no big deal.)

When are you free?

[valiantfire]

Then that is where we shall practice!

Right now! {Fingon laughs sheepishly.} Or later tonight, if you'd prefer.

[castintoflames]

I can meet you there in ten minutes? (He doesn't really want to wait, but he does want to look...decent. Which means brushing the ends of his braids and changing into a fresh set of robes.)

[valiantfire]

Would you like some assistance? {Fingon knows, and understands.}

[castintoflames]

Ah I can... I can manage it. I would not want you to waste your time.

(The reason he is super aware of his appearance has to do with a certain someone.)

[valiantfire]

{A soft smile and Fingon nods.}

But Maitimo, you never waste my time. I will see you there soon!

[castintoflames]

The door is open. (He will be in his room shortly, changing out of his tunic into a clean set of red robes. His hair is freshly washed from the night before and the braids are not terribly frayed. Even so, he tries to smooth them.)

[valiantfire]

{Fingon wastes no time and soon steps into his cousin's room with a light knock before letting himself in. He likes getting the chance to touch Maedhros' hair, so he reaches to still his cousin's hands.}

Let me?

[castintoflames]

(He can sense him before the knock and his hands fall away from their task obediently.)

Do the braids need redoing? (Selfishly he hopes Fingon says yes and redoes them himself.)

[valiantfire]

{Perhaps Maedhros is projecting his hope, or perhaps Fingon is just being selfish, but he gently touches one of the braids with a thoughtful hum.}

They aren't bad, Maitimo. But perhaps I could redo them for you? And maybe I should stop by in the mornings to help you with your hair, if that won't delay your daily tasks?

[castintoflames]

(He cannot help smiling, some of his hope spilling out of his careful control.)

Since we are to dance, I should look my best. (He flushes at the suggestion and reaches up, grasping Fingon's hand.) My tasks will likely go quicker with your help.

[valiantfire]

You always look good. {Fingon grins, happy and immediately squeezes his cousin's hand.} Then I shall do so!

{He pulls away only to gently undo the braids so he can brush out the vibrant hair that's captivated his attention for as long as he can remember.} You have such beautiful hair.

[castintoflames]

Your kind heart only sees the best in others. (The squeeze helps his racing heart to settle, but the color does not abandon his cheeks or his ears for that matter.) I am partial to yours.

Mine, like the rest of me, never likes doing what it is told.

[valiantfire]

Mm maybe! {A cheerful but soft laugh.} I hoped that was the case! {Considering the ribbons Maedhros gets Fingon! The younger Elf's sporting his newest blue ribbons today.}

Ever stubborn! But with a fierce light that attracts many to you.

[castintoflames]

The ribbons look good. (He tips his head back to admire the contrast between Fingon's dark hair and the blue.) If my light attracts you then I am satisfied. It need never be brighter.

[valiantfire]

Of course they do! You gave them to me.

{Fingon's happily brushing away, long, slow strokes to make sure he gets every knot {imagined or otherwise} gently freed and smoothed down before he even starts braiding.} Is that all that would satisfy you?

[castintoflames]

So if I were to give you some vile yellow-green or even muddy brown ribbons, you think they would look good?

(Of course they would. Fingon is a beauty with or without ribbons. Maedhros sighs under the attention, shoulders relaxing.)

No. There is much that would satisfy me.

[valiantfire]

Yes. {Because Fingon sees them more as a gift from someone dear to his heart, rather than the color alone. He smiles and drops a kiss to the top of his cousin's head, since Maedhros is nicely seated!}

Oh? Like what?

[castintoflames]

(Goodness, Fingon. Melt his heart a little more why don't you? He closes his eyes happily under the kiss.)

When I am in your presence, I find deep satisfaction, my cousin. Though I do wish to ask for one addition before we dance if you agree?

[valiantfire]

I'm glad! {Why not? Fingon smiles and starts to braid.}

Ask. {He doubts he'll deny Maedhros anything.}

[castintoflames]

Will you kiss me? (He cannot look at Fingon directly, but his tone makes it clear he is not speaking of a kiss on the cheek.)

[valiantfire]

{Fingon feels his heart leap, understanding. His cheeks and ears pink but he ties off the most recent braid. Then gently cups Maedhros' face and leans in to gently press their lips together.}

[castintoflames]

(Time surely stops; everything ceases to matter outside of those soft lips. Maedhros gives a shudder and he returns the pressure - just as gentle; almost cautious. Is this a dream? He has no desire to wake in that case. He finally...finally...

Cheeks flushing, he smiles shyly.) Do you object?

[valiantfire]

{Time doesn't have to pass here, as far as Fingon's concerned! He smiles softly, and kisses him a second time.}

The first is because you asked. The second is because I wished to. Why would I wish to if I object?