Maglor Makalaure Canafinwe Feanorion (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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driftfleet2017-10-04 11:27 am
bythewaves) wrote in driftfleet2017-10-04 11:27 am
Some mornings are not as good as others
Who: Maglor and Daeron and YOU
Broadcast: Yes
Action: anyone on the Huntress who wants to laugh at them
When: Now!
The video opens with a crash, the communicator knocked to the floor. It's someone's private room - a musician, if the flute that tumbled to the floor by the communicator is any judge. There's no cry, no scream - the owner of the flute is far too wary for that - but the harsh breathing sounds of someone beginning to have a panic attack are audible.
Just at that moment, the door opens, and feet step into view, followed by Maglor's worried hiss and then frantic scramble towards the bed and it's occupant.
"Daeron, Daeron, it's me, it's alright, you're safe. Wake up, it's alri... ai!"
And that would be Maglor tripping over the flute, faceplanting in front of the the communicator.
There's a moment stunned silence, and then the flute's owner from earlier begins to laugh, and Daeron, rubbing sleep from his eyes, bends to pick up his flute and give Maglor a hand up. And snag his communicator.
Broadcast: Yes
Action: anyone on the Huntress who wants to laugh at them
When: Now!
The video opens with a crash, the communicator knocked to the floor. It's someone's private room - a musician, if the flute that tumbled to the floor by the communicator is any judge. There's no cry, no scream - the owner of the flute is far too wary for that - but the harsh breathing sounds of someone beginning to have a panic attack are audible.
Just at that moment, the door opens, and feet step into view, followed by Maglor's worried hiss and then frantic scramble towards the bed and it's occupant.
"Daeron, Daeron, it's me, it's alright, you're safe. Wake up, it's alri... ai!"
And that would be Maglor tripping over the flute, faceplanting in front of the the communicator.
There's a moment stunned silence, and then the flute's owner from earlier begins to laugh, and Daeron, rubbing sleep from his eyes, bends to pick up his flute and give Maglor a hand up. And snag his communicator.
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Daeron feels suddenly cold, and tries to fight a shiver at the thought of a planet's death, and just tries to focus on the present and immediate company.]
...Sometimes thinking small is the only way to keep going forward.
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You have more of it than I do, that is true.
(He glances at Daeron, sobered by the quiet words.)
We used to do that daily, didn't we, Kano? The next step, the next morning, the next evening...
We had naught else to keep our minds occupied and at some peace.
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I rememberer. It was too hard to look too far ahead.
[ he responds to Daeron's distress by pressing back, starting to hum softly in comfort ]