Grief like knives

[bythewaves]

Who: Maglor
Broadcast: yes
Action: Huntress
When: Now

One moment, Maglor was kneeling by his brother's side, treating a head injury with his cousin's help. The next moment, there is a hole in the part of his heart that once held his kinsfolk's touch, and Maglor's voice keens, a terrible, inhuman sound, like shards of ice that tear through a soul, grief too deep for words. It echoes through the ship, shaking the walls with his pain before he falls silent.

It is the worst time for it to happen, ships in crisis, folk in disarray. But if anyone finds him, he is unconscious in the corridor with tears on his cheeks. He's also started to look slightly translucent, in the right light.

Comments

Video

[english_dignity]

[Nearly drops the tools he was working with when he hears that sound through his communicator, scrambling for the device.]

Maglor!

Audio

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor takes a long time to answer - days, probably ]

I am alright. [ He doesn't sound alright ]

Audio

[english_dignity]

[Oh Maglor, you elves are too good at giving him a heart attack. But he grabs for the comm the moment he hears his voice from it.]

Horseshit. What happened?

Audio

[bythewaves]

My brother and cousin are gone. It's nothing....

Re: Audio

[english_dignity]

Nothing-

Like hell it's nothing! Just because I'd push my brothers out of an airlock if they were here doesn't mean you three weren't obviously close.

Audio

[bythewaves]

Compared to everything else? It is a very small thing

Audio

[english_dignity]

[Mutters something about self-martyring elves under his breath.]

Maglor... I'll come to see you as soon as I can. You'd better be there when I do, understand?

Re: Audio

[bythewaves]

I will do my best. [ He manages a smile ]

Daeron is anchoring me.

Audio

[english_dignity]

Good.

We need all the good folk we can keep here.

Audio

[bythewaves]

Not many would consider me that.

I will do my best.