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[giftoftears]

"Haunt Me" ((hellooooo! :) ))

Haunt Me - a drabble about my character watching over yours

She followed him unseen as he wandered without goal or purpose in those days after his rebirth. Watched as he struggled with the dark realization of the great chasm that parted him now from his brothers and sister and father, who remained in the distant east where he might not return. And she whispered in his ear a single word, a name that had once meant home and love and safety and might mean such again, if he would only give in to the small glimmering shell of hope that he said he deserved them.

Nienna was there when Anairë met her son for the first time on the other side of Death’s door, and at their reunion the Valië sang a song of joy that no ears of flesh ever heard.

[nihthelm]

"What’s with the mask?"

Moryo lifted a hand to touch the mask of shaped and soaked and hardened paper on his face and grimaced ruefully at Arakáno.

“Ambarussa have been listening to scary stories about Cuiviénen again,” he snorted. “Somehow they managed to badger me into playing the Dark Rider.” He lifted his hands, fingers splayed like claws, and growled behind the horned skull-like mask.

“I’m surprised you didn’t already know,” he added, now sounding slightly petulant. “Usually wherever Ambarussa are, there you are, too!”

[belenwen]

"Wow, you look amazing."

Nórima rolled her eyes at the praise, half expecting it to be a jest.  She did not prefer to wear such an elaborate dress or feel as though she had to act to be befitting of such a garment.  In truth, she much preferred to wear something with leggings and tunics where she was free to run and move without fearing damaging the fine fabrics or delicate embroidery that mirrored the manner of scrollwork her mother placed in the margins of books.

However, the following silence made her straighten up and her eyes widened as she placed a hand on his forearm.  ”Oh, you were serious!  My apologies, I think I have been spending too much time in Tyelko’s company.  Thank you!”

[belenwen]

"You're short."

Nórima only made a soft “mm” sound at the jest.  She already had her arm linked with his own, loosely draping her forearm over his own as they wandered through the marketplace.  The following movements were smooth and perhaps a bit too well practiced but it only worked in her favor.  She tugged him closer by his arm the same time as she moved one leg to block his next step and simultaneously knock his supporting leg out from under him.  

In her best laid plans, it should be enough to make him stumble but she also leaned back just in case he did topple over.  ”The good thing about being short is the low center of gravity.  Clearly your balance has suffered from reaching such towering heights!”

[nihthelm]

“Did you see my parents out there?” ((hello friend!))

Morifinwë tilted his chin to regard Arakáno coolly. He didn’t dislike the younger cousin, exactly, but his youthful pranking days of running wild with Ambarussa had not exactly endeared him to Moryo, either. That kind of behavior was mostly behind the three now, though, and Moryo supposed he shouldn’t hold a grudge. He’d been a terror himself as a child, though a terror of a different hue altogether.

And wasn’t the point of large family gatherings like this one to heal over the rifts between the children and grandchildren of Finwë? Morifinwë smirked slightly and sipped at his wine; as though any mere party would be enough to ever accomplish that impossible task; Atar was far too impatient with social niceties—a trait his fourth son shared in abundance.

“Yes,” he answered at last. “They’re out on the veranda.”

Brushing past Arakáno to go find Curvo and Tyelko, he stopped and turned back a moment. “My parents are, too,” he warned.

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[belenwen]

I RP with you because you're pretty awesome and everything, and I haven't been recently because I suck at time management. xD <3

|| Ssh, ssh.  School comes first.  RP can happen whenever it can but school has deadlines and time limits and is necessary for life and bettering oneself.  

[belenwen]

A dream of her childhood in Valinor, but there are subtle (and not-so-subtle) differences; the Trees don't shine but are replaced by the Moon and Sun, and somehow she cannot find any of her old friends and everyone looks sad even though it's the Blessed Realm and everyone should be happy, and she can't figure out what's wrong.

Everything was the same but it was not.  The materials that built the homes were the same, the paths she had followed through the streets as a child were the same but everything was slightly different and off.  It was unsettling.

She knew where to find others but when she went to find them, she was met with empty doors or an absence of others.  When she thought to ask another as she passed them, the faces she was met with held a harrowing sadness.  

It seemed endless: running through the streets and her actions becoming more frantic as she tried to find somebody, anybody but even faces she thought might have been familiar did not look the same beneath the different light.

Belenwen started and awoke with a quick gasp.  It seemed only fitting that she awoke alone and even then she turned her head to glare at the cold light of the moon filtering through the window near her bed.  It was the same light that was different in the dream, that distorted everything she knew.

It was everything she feared, the very reason why she had apprehensions of returning home.  The fear that it would be so different, that it would be so empty and nothing more than a mockery of her memories.

No, there would be no settling down for sleep again tonight.