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Marcus ([info]marcus_cole) wrote in [info]labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-07-28 20:45:00

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Entry tags:active, day sixteen, legolas greenleaf, marcus cole

WHO: Marcus & Legolas
WHAT: A reunion of friends
WHEN: Day 16
WHERE: The citizens' cafeteria
RATING: PG?
STATUS: Incomplete



Marcus stared into the depths of his soup, his face a blank mask of torment. He was only half-aware of the way his right-hand was idly pushing his spoon around the bottom of the bowl. His entire being was completely numb, and he was not really paying attention to anything except his pain. How had he even come to be in the dining room? Oh, that's right. He hadn't felt like cooking. He didn't feel like anything. Except loss. And sorrow. And pain.

Slowly his hand stopped stirring, no part of his mind spared to motivate it. His vacant expression stared back at him from the glassy surface of his consommé. Marcus didn't see it. He saw another face, Tonks' face. She screamed as she fell away from him, down the black hole of his soup bowl, again and again.



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[info]princegreenleaf
2009-08-04 08:14 pm UTC (link)
Legolas, usually so cheerful, found himself quite worried about his friend. He had spent quite a lot of time with Marcus, and had enjoyed that time. But now, his friend was clearly desolate, and Legolas eyed him warily. What if humans could feel misery so strongly that they could actually kill themselves just with that emotion? He'd heard that was an elven trait, not a human one, but he was still worried. So he seated himself opposite his friend at the table without being invited.

"Tonks is... but is she not the one who was carrying your child? Oh, no! This cannot be! Are you certain? How long as she been gone? Could she not be engrossed in a book or song?" Because, of course, that was something he, himself, would do. "Perhaps she will soon be back."

Unable to resist due to the the human's obvious suffering, he reached across the table and took one of Marcus' hands in both of his, trying to offer companionship and comfort. He was basically kind-hearted, and couldn't bear to see someone in misery.

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[info]marcus_cole
2009-08-08 03:17 am UTC (link)
Marcus, suddenly aware that someone was holding his hand, looked up to see Legolas's deeply-concerned eyes watching him. Hearing the elf's words he found himself unexpectedly touched by his friend's caring. Cracking a bit, his eyes moistened as his voice became more animated.

"No, she is not engrossed in book or song. She is gone! I saw it with my own eyes. The earth opened underneath her and she was swallowed into darkness. She is gone and she will not return."

Momentarily overcome with his passion, the Ranger swallowed the lump in his throat and looked defiantly at Legolas, daring him to show him evidence that the pain he felt was unnecessary.

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[info]princegreenleaf
2009-08-10 12:56 am UTC (link)
Legolas remembered how he, himself, was taken all that time ago from Middle Earth. It had been similar to what Marcus was discribing now, and he felt his heart break a little for his friend. For once at a loss for words, he simply sat there squeezing his friends hand, allowing him his pain.

"I am deeply grieved to hear this. What sort of monster is this king? To allow us to love each other, and start families, and then to have it all shatter around us. It is nothing short of cruel." His voice, while pitched low so that other people couldn't overhear, was passionate. Once more, Giselle came into his thoughts. How would he react if she were to leave? But surely that was different than how Marcus felt about Tonks.

The defiant look was met with a sympathetic one, and he struggled with words. Normally, he would make some light comment, but he knew that wasn't at all appropriate. So he settled for just being there, trying to be supportive.

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