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[Feb. 13th, 2011|10:30 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &aredhel&celegorm, &aredhel&curufin, &aredhel&nimloth, &celegorm&curufin, &celegorm&nimloth, &curufin&nimloth, @ossiriand:celegorm's, aredhel, celegorm, curufin, nimloth | ] |
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| |  drunk | ] |
*after seeing that his cousin is safely settled in at the hotel, very calmly and composedly walks into some random dive-y pub in town* *the sort the peasants love, where the walls reek of old beer and at least one regular is guaranteed to be passed out on his barstool by two in the afternoon*
*proceeds to get magnificently hammered*
*this done, appropriates a bottle of whiskey for the road and weaves walks the five or so miles to his house* *can't bet on whether Aredhel will be at his house or hers, these days, but (a) their daughter's still at his, and (b) he's been nice to her lately, both of which tend to increase the odds in his favor*
*stumbles in through the front door and slams it shut, shrugging off his coat and dropping it on the floor* *kicks off his shoes with such force that one knocks over the umbrella stand*
Íriiiiiissë! *takes another swig from the bottle and grimaces* You've got to. Listen. And so proud of me when. ÍRISSË. |
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[Dec. 6th, 2010|08:36 pm] |
*having received a very curt text from Celegorm, along the lines of: L staying at mine. Need to talk., makes her way to his house, in something of a rage, albeit a very restrained one*
*does not appreciate being summoned in this way and can't even begin to imagine why Ninquelótë should be staying in that house* *flicks on the car radio as she drives over and is stunned to hear the news (guns drawn at a high school football game)*
*arrives at Turco's and storms up the front steps into the hall, demanding to know where the master of the house is* |
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[Nov. 2nd, 2009|07:03 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | &aredhel&celegorm, &aredhel&curufin, &aredhel&nimloth, &celegorm&curufin, &celegorm&nimloth, &curufin&finduilas, &curufin&nimloth, @ossiriand:celegorm's, @ossiriand:finduilas', aredhel, celegorm, curufin, finduilas, nimloth | ] |
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| |  bored | ] |
*for all her claims of acute independence, has been wishing there was someone she could tell about encounters with cute boys and maybe get some answers to a few burning questions* *isn't close enough to any of her girlfriends to gush with them, and she isn't sure whether her mother would be pleased or horrified (and she's not sure which reaction would be worse)*
*some things never change, however, which means another evening and another "family" dinner at her father's house (don't think for a second it belongs to her, too, or even her mother), which generally involves her parents talking to one another with occasional attempts to bring her into the conversation (which her father ignores) or similar attempts to bring her uncle into the conversation (which her mother ignores)*
*waits until her father isn't paying her any attention (it doesn't take long) and poises a pea atop her fork* *slingshots it across the table at Curufin and bites her lip hard to keep the giggles at bay* |
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[Dec. 29th, 2008|02:20 pm] |
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| |  moody | ] |
*understands that his mother and youngest siblings orchestrated a "nice" Erumas get-together somewhere in town, attended by his cousin and daughter (and perhaps even his brother, but then he hasn't bothered to ask and made a point of being out of town around the day itself)* *vaguely wonders how that went over, what with Írissë surely finding a thousand little things to criticize (if perhaps less vocally than usual)*
*returns home to learn that Írissë is taking a walk on the grounds, which suits him just fine (he won't have to immediately find out how his gift to her—a diamond necklace with intricate flower detailing—went over, either)*
*changes his clothes and then gets comfortable on the sofa in the library to continue reading The Decline of Ancient Nandorin* |
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[Nov. 9th, 2008|03:51 pm] |
*after concluding his Sunday services and afternoon lunch with the Women's Charity League, has a pleasant afternoon ahead of him on this brisk late fall weekend*
*consults the phone book in the church office and jots down some addresses*
*plans to make a good start of it and see who's at the first house*
*takes the old jalopy four-door that he's still managed to keep in good condition and drives out*
*makes it all the way to the end of Celegorm's driveway before breaking down*
*pops the hood himself to tinker with the fan belt (unless it was the spark plugs again)* |
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[Jun. 14th, 2008|02:13 pm] |
*upon reaching Ossiriand, sits down to send a letter to Finduilas*
-In Ossiriand. Met Tyelpe. He doesn't like me but there was no swearing (of Oaths or expletives) or violence.
-Curvo
*encloses a clipping from one of the local papers (you know, the one in which the notice of divorce was posted)*
*wanders through his brother's house, wondering where he is* |
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anxious
optimistic