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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!

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[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?