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Coffee had come to play a part in her morning, as had many other creations of the new Age. Many were pointless baubles, but Vairë had found there were a few that were extremely useful. Like phones, word processors, and coffee.
It tasted wonderful, for one thing. Bitter and warm, Vairë only ever added a touch of cream to her mug. She had heard mortals claim it woke them up, but she supposed that, since she was not human, the.. caffeine did not have the same effect on her. It wasn’t as if she needed waking up, anyhow.
Vairë offered a small, tired smile as she rested her own mug on the table. Dressed in a simple white robe (she wondered idly if it was Námo’s) with her hair thrown up in a bun, Vairë still wore sleep on her face and threaded it in her voice. “I slept well, I suppose. And you, dear?”
"Well enough," he said simply, looking down into his mug at the stuff he was trying to figure out how best to drink without triggering his gag reflex. Vairë had an addiction, he thought. For sure. Námo couldn't drinking it without wincing unless he bought it with 12 different flavors added to block out the bitterness.
Adjusting to the new time hadn't been difficult -- he could see it for ages, frankly, he'd been more prepared than the other Ainur -- but nothing could have prepared him for coffee.
"What plans do you have today?" he asked, pulling his attention from the brownish liquid to look at his Vairë. Frankly, she was better to look at. And to think about.
"And how have you been faring since we last met in the Halls?"
Mairon let out a gasp and let the chain links from the bracelet he’d been weaving scatter across the counter. He was too busy flying across the room to embrace the vala to notice much.
"I’ve been well," he mumbled into Námo’s robes.
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Mairon only realized later that he’d been babbling as they walked around the shelves, speaking animatedly while he took certain things down to show them to Námo. They paused in front of a small, ornate box, and suddenly the maia stiffened a bit, scooping it up gingerly and offering it to the vala.
"I made this for you," he offered timidly.
Námo could have listened to Mairon all day. The maia knew his topic, what he wanted to say, and it was clear that his admiration of the finer elements of forgework was boundless.
But at the offering of the music box, the hint of a smile pulled at his lips and the barest silver flickered in his irises. Fingers reached out and touched the ornate box.
"For me?" he asked softly. "Mairon, you think of everyone."
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Times had changed, the world itself had changed, and with it, culture was bound to change.
This vague and pointless statement was Námo's justification for the existence of coffee. He had to justify peoples' liking of something he considered so abhorrent.
...This did not explain why he downed his coffee every morning before work, admittedly. But maybe the hands making the coffee did.
"How did you sleep last night?"
He set his mug down on the table, looking at his wife with attentive eyes.
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Runs up to Name and gives him a hug.
Námo smiles softly and hugs his brother in return.
"How do you fare, Irmo?"
Irmo smiled back to him, eyes alight. “Brother I fare well. It has been so long since I last came to find you.”
"It has been some time, yes," Námo agreed. "How were -- are your gardens?"
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"How do you fare, Irmo?"
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"You are quite fond of that, aren’t you dear?"
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"And how have you been faring since we last met in the Halls?"
Mairon let out a gasp and let the chain links from the bracelet he’d been weaving scatter across the counter. He was too busy flying across the room to embrace the vala to notice much.
"I’ve been well," he mumbled into Námo’s robes.
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The tiny maia could feel the hair on his head flickering like an excited candle, matching his fluttering heartbeat as he unburied his face to look up at Námo’s. The emotion he saw in the vala’s eyes almost made him want to curl up and melt.
Is this what it’s like to have a father?
He felt like an overeager child as he tugged at Námo’s sleeve, guiding the larger vala to the shelves where boxes of various sizes, shapes, and colors were lined up, some open and half completed, and some closed with faint traces of dust on top.
Námo followed, face never quite breaking into a smile as Mairon showed him all of his creations, but the pride in the Vala's eyes was extremely evident. Oh, Mairon. You've become so much.
He mostly stayed quiet, occasionally stopping to ask a question or two about the craftsmanship of the work.
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"And how have you been faring since we last met in the Halls?"
Mairon let out a gasp and let the chain links from the bracelet he’d been weaving scatter across the counter. He was too busy flying across the room to embrace the vala to notice much.
"I’ve been well," he mumbled into Námo’s robes.
"Music boxes," Mairon answered, letting a touch of excitement into his voice. Indescribably warm emotions were bubbling up in his chest at the vala’s surprise visit. "It’s sort of become a hobby of mine to make them. But… What are you doing so far from your halls?"
"Show me," he said, kindness in his eyes. "I'd like to see your music boxes. No doubt they are beautiful; most of what you do tends to be."
He brushed some of Mairon's hair, observing its fire-like qualities with admiration. "Simply, I wanted to see how you were."
"Put up with you?" she quoted, resting a hand on his. "Love, if anything, I wonder how you put up with me."
She eyed the bag and pursed her lips, unsure of what to do about it. Why would they put their food in a tree? Would that not simply make it harder to get to in the morning? It didn’t seem necessary to Vairë, but she supposed there was a reasoning behind it.
"We were. And as I see it, we can either figure out this…thing, or we can relax and enjoy ourselves," she said simply as she opened her mind to him. If it was up to her, she would chose to relax and leave this needless contraption for later. She would help him if need be, though, and this reflected in the gentle stream of thought sent his way.
He chuckled. "If how I behave with you is classified as 'putting up with', I'll gladly put up with you every day, my dear. You are a genuine pleasure to deal with."
The thought she sent to him eased some of the tension in his back. Following her eyes to the objects in his hands, he walked back to where they'd packed the food -- a cooler he kept around -- and put it back, then shutting it. Námo then made his way back to Vairë, taking both of her hands in his. Having both of his hands free gave him more ability to fawn on his wife. And he didn't like missing opportunities to do that.
"I can figure it out later," he said. "You're right. For now we should focus on why we came." He sent some warm thoughts to her in reply, enjoying the feel of their thoughts brushing against each other.
