(Open)

[castintoflames]

Who: Maedhros & Open
Broadcast: Marsiva
Action: On the Marsiva.
When: Evening

(A voice, beginning softly and then rising in volume, can be heard aboard the Marsiva this eve. Technology brings it to others - the ship is large - not that the singer entirely notices. A bright tumble of fiery hair obscures the picture momentarily before a certain tall Elf steps back. Yet the singing continues and Maedhros's eyes are distant, lost in memory.

The notes reach pitches that are almost keening, but the melody always softens, always returns to a pleasant level. Until the end, that is. The keening returns, then, and the Elf shows his prowess with song - something he will deny until death and beyond - by singing notes that are quick and passionate like flames. His eyes reflect despair and grief before assuming a look of grim determination.

But every song must end and his cannot carry on. He absently brushes back his hair - which is loose from all braids - and finishes securing his prosthetic arm in place.)

Comments

[castintoflames]

One of your own always!

[bythewaves]

Mm, let's see...

At the edge of darkness
Hope is whispering still,
Tender, unerring,
Gently stirring.

Memories unfurling in the mind.
Warm wind from a far, forgotten country,
Long left behind.
Wandering the empty road,
In twilight's silver shade,
Following the hidden paths
Lonely and afraid.

[castintoflames]

(Those lyrics earn a worried nuzzle.)

You?

[bythewaves]

Mmm. [ he nods ]

Most of my new ones are sad, Nelyo. I didn't...really write many happy ones. I didn't have the heart for it.

[castintoflames]

(He lays his hand over Maglor's heart.)

The next planet... I want to take you on a journey.

[bythewaves]

A journey? [ he blinks and nods ] Alright, but where?

[castintoflames]

Leave that to me. (His lips quirk up.) Trust your brother.

[bythewaves]

[ He frowns up at him playfully ]

You are plotting something.

[castintoflames]

When am I not? (He kisses his nose to dispel the frown.)

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor goes crosseyed when he does and pokes at Maedhros fondly ]

I don't like surprises!

[castintoflames]

(He captures the finger and kisses it too.)

This time you must cope. My mind is made up.

[bythewaves]

Boo. [ Maglor pouts at him ]

What if I run away?

[castintoflames]

I will be forced to chase you and my feelings would be very hurt. (He places a hand on his hip.)

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor pretends to think this over very carefully ]

I suppose it would not do for me to hurt your delicate sensibilities. [ He decides with a laugh ]

[castintoflames]

Oh yes, that is the perfect description for my...sensibilities. (Delicate. Ha. Maedhros ruffles his hair in revenge.)

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor leans into the hair ruffle, even as he swats Maedhros' hand ]

Very delicate! [ He teases ]

[castintoflames]

(Nope. Ruffling continues. Look at this pretty hair!)

Do I need to wrestle with you again?

[bythewaves]

[ nooooooo /swatting! ]

Will you tickle me again?

[castintoflames]

If I must! You obviously need a lesson on my sensibilities. (He drags him into a one-armed hug.)

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor wriggles but it's rather half-hearted ]

Noooo! No tickles!

[castintoflames]

(He grins and artfully manipulates his prosthetic to poke and prod ticklish places.)

Why not? I like your laugh!

[bythewaves]

NOoOOO! [ Malgor squeaks and flails ]

Stoppit!

[castintoflames]

Never. (Maedhros uses both hands, but that means letting Maglor go. Quick, run!)

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor promptly wriggles free, ducking behind a chair. ]

Free!

[castintoflames]

(He grins and follows, at a slower pace.)

Those onboard will think us over-large children, Kano!