bythewaves: (weep)
Maglor Makalaure Canafinwe Feanorion ([personal profile] bythewaves) wrote in [community profile] driftfleet2017-10-18 02:37 pm

Grief like knives

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.
english_dignity: (misc - hm)

Re: Audio

[personal profile] english_dignity 2017-10-31 12:44 pm (UTC)(link)
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.
english_dignity: (misc - cold)

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[personal profile] english_dignity 2017-10-31 03:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[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?
english_dignity: (magic - this is how)

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[personal profile] english_dignity 2017-10-31 04:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Good.

We need all the good folk we can keep here.