Maglor Makalaure Canafinwe Feanorion (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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driftfleet2017-10-18 02:37 pm
bythewaves) wrote in 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.
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.
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I will do my best.