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Who: Maedhros
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Not right off the bat, but that can change in the threads.
When: Early Evening.

(Trimming hair is easier said than done, but the tall Elf has done an...admirable...job? ~~Shhh don't tell him it's uneven in parts.~~ He sets down a pair of scissors and cocks his head, peering at himself in a mirror.)

I must have been...angled...incorrectly. (His left hand doesn't quite smack his face, but it does try to cover it as his ears go red.)

It was getting too long, you see. I became tangled in it every morn and the brushing of it was a painful business.

(Clearly annoyed, he grabs a brush, sets about smoothing it and puts it all in a ponytail. Some of the strands are rebellious, however, and fall out of the ribbon to frame his face. The tickling sensation annoys him more and he tries to tuck them, instead, behind his ears. His mangled ear doesn't make a proper perch for the copper strands and some of them fall right back where they started.)

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[It does right now.]

My brothers and I tried giving each other hair cuts once, it didn't turn out well. Much worse than what you could do to yourself, I'm sure. [They'd also been kids but she's not going to make him feel any worse than he might.]

Remind me which ship I'm heading over to and I'll be by in... ten minutes maybe? Possibly fifteen.

(Bless you!)

My brothers did that to me too when they were Elflings. (He knows better than to sleep around mischievous children now!) My mother set it to rights.

I am on the Huntress. Take your time, please. You are doing me a favor.

Children get into all kinds of trouble for themselves.

[Ezri just smiles and then shakes her head.]

I have nothing to do anyway so it's no trouble.

They were good...for the most part. (He smiles a little.) But putting scissors or knives in their hands was never a...wise...idea.

(Elves stay young for a long, long time.)

Thank you.

[A soft laugh.]

I imagine it wasn't. We smuggled the scissors away so we could do the deed. Mother was beside herself. [Ezri is more pleased with that than anything else.]

Thank me after we're done. And we make sure it's to your liking. I'll see you soon.

[It'll be about fifteen minutes after all before she gets there.]

Mothers do not like seeing their babies missing large portions of their hair.

(Nerdanel had given a withering look to her young sons, putting an end to their fun.)

I do not doubt I shall.

(He makes his way carefully out of his room and to the docking bay. No matter the state of his hair, he will not be rude to her.)

Well met. Would you like a drink? Something to eat?

[And when she sees him, there's nothing but a gentle, judgement-free, smile.]

You don't have to do that. Maybe afterward though, we can both get something.

(She is such a kind soul. Maedhros flushes and reflects her smile.)

...fine by me. (He leads the way back to his quarters, holding out the scissors once they are inside the room.) Will these do?

[She gives the scissors a once over and runs her thumb over the blade.]

These should be fine. Do you have a comb? Otherwise I can keep it all straight with my fingers.

(He picks up a silver comb next, handing it to her before he sits down.)

Do what is easiest for you. (With his hair loosened from the ponytail, he holds himself perfectly still.) How are you faring otherwise? We have not spoken for some time.

[Whoa. Fancy. Give her a second to gape.]

Aside from letting Kai convince me to become the Caprine's captain, I've been as well as I can be. My ex-husband is here now. [She finds the shortest point in his hair as she talks, and starts evening out the rest.]

Honestly, I've worried about you more.

(Elves like their fancy accessories. Maedhros just thinks it's normal, but he's a prince (and once a king), so...)

The Caprine is blessed to have you guiding her and her crew. (He blinks.) Are you on good terms?

Why me? I am well enough.

[It's so ornate though!]

I don't think he's quite realized it's me, actually. [Clip clip. She's saving as much length as possible, don't worry.]

You and Maglor, you always seem... kind of morose.

(He does have an eye for beauty.)

Because of your appearance? (He frowns sadly for her sake.) Is that better for you?

(Does he need to inform this clueless man? Maedhros blushes.)

...that is accurate. The past weighs heavily on us and Elven memory is perfect.

Appearance and name. I was Jadzia Dax when we were married. And it's a little easier. We're not allowed to reassociate with lovers from our last lives.

[It's okay, Maedhros. She doesn't want to embarrass anyone.]

I can understand that. Trill memory, joined Trills really, are the same. You know, if you ever need to get something off your chest, you can come find me.

Your heart must suffer under those terms. (But he...understands...to an extent.) Can I be of help to you? My friendship applies to all of your names and lifetimes.

(Just so she knows.)

I betrayed him. I left him in misery. I wish I could heal him, but there is the added complication of me being unable to heal myself.

Sometimes. [She admits.] I can remember loving him but Jadzia and I were so different, I know he and I wouldn't be a good fit.

[She's kiss his cheek if she was sure he'd take it well.] I'm glad. The same applies to you as well. You and your brother, Dax will never forget anyone like you.

[She gives his hair the lightest of tugs in scold before finishing and setting the scissors down.] Maybe you can heal together. Family is there for each other when no one else can be.

The core is the same. If - (No, he should not reveal that much about himself and his romantic interest. Yes, that is singular for a reason.) I only mean it would not stop me from wishing to be near you.

(Kisses are fine, though they leave him with a little color.) We are...difficult...to forget. I hope, in this case, that is a positive attribute.

(Ah. He felt that. Amusement shines in his eyes.) How would you go about healing together?

Kind of. We're meant to experience new lives every time rather than dwell on what we used to have. [Joining is weird and annoying. It's why she'd never made herself eligible until Dax needed one immediately.]

Mostly. You've both been endearing.

[She gives him a little nudge to go check his hair.] Talking to start. Just letting everything out, if you can confront what's troubling you, you can help one another overcome it.

I can see the wisdom of that, though forgetting experiences and not allowing them to hold sway over you would be nearly impossible. (For an Elf especially with their pristine, perfect memories.)

...endearing? (His lips twitch and he follows her lead, examining his hair in a mirror. She has done a fine job and he lets out a breath, relieved.) Thank you.

(Eyes darkening, he turns towards her.) What if we have spoken and come to the conclusion that forgiveness is not possible?

We're given... incentive. Reassociating is punishable by being banished from Trill society. Your symbiont will never be joined again and die when the host does.

Endearing, yes. [She's never actually learned to cut hair so at least it meets his approval.] I'm here to help.

Can you forgive each other though? If you can do that, you can find a way to forgive yourself.

(That sounds an awful lot like a death threat to him.) Your society is...strict. (He would stand against all of it if she wished to rebel.)

You evened the strands; that is difficult for me to do on myself. (Maedhros bows his head to her.) I think that descriptor fits my brother more than myself. He has such a kind heart.

...he has nothing that needs my forgiveness. (Maglor might say differently.) But he has told me that my abandonment of him was...and will always be...unforgivable.

[It kind of is.] It can be but I understand it. We're meant to always be growing. All the memories I have, Dax wouldn't be so valued if our hosts had reassociated.

You need to give yourself more credit. [He reminded her of a kicked puppy earlier. Obviously he has a soft side.]

Brothers say things in anger all the time that they don't mean.

What of your heart? (Value comes in many forms.)

I shall try. (But he has always failed miserably in that regard.) He was...

Angry, yes, but it was a cold, resolute anger. I want to alleviate his sadness - his anger does not frighten me - but forgiveness might be too much to ask him to give.

I don't feel for Worf the same way Jadzia did. [Being a diplomat over several lifetimes, a scientist, a politician, Dax has done a lot. Plus Dax's insight to the Federation, it makes Dax valuable and high risk in enemy hands.]

It's still anger though. I don't believe anything is ever absolute.

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