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[May. 13th, 2009|06:25 pm] |
*having spent the night in a room at the Fountain (not exactly five-star accommodation but she does not know how much worse it might have been or how much worse the population of Gondolin wishes her)*
*is given her meals and escorted to the bathroom as and when she requires and her belongings were indeed sent up to her, which is an unexpected civility in this hellish city (and to think she was starting to warm to the place)*
*finishes her lunch and sits down, examining her nails, wondering if she could request a radio or a magazine or something (do they intend to kill her with tedium?)* |
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[Apr. 25th, 2009|07:05 pm] |
*spends the next couple of days going about his somewhat-more-harried-than-usual business (scrambling as the House covers for his newly missing third-in-command)*
*finally receives another text from Glorfindel and is rather hurt by it, and a little irritated too, but bewildered most of all (is it sarcasm? (but Glorfindel is never sarcastic) is he playing games? (but why would he do such a thing?) and he still didn't get an answer to his question (did I do something wrong?))*
*calls back right away in the hopes of getting Glorfindel but the phone just rings and rings before switching over to voicemail (again)* *tries not to sound too upset when he leaves his message, but of course Erestor was perfectly right—this is all so out-of-character for Glorfindel*
Hi. It's me again. I...don't understand what's going on with you here. Can you please find five minutes to call me back? I. I miss you.
*as the evening wears on and he still receives no further answer, finally makes another trip over to the Flower* *inquires after Glorfindel at the front desk and gets both a shrug and a headshake from the girl filling in and so stops into Elemmakil's office next* |
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[Apr. 18th, 2009|12:52 pm] |
*is rather disappointed that it is so easy to confuse her son with clearly-flawed logic (but he was never all that quick on the uptake)* (Rehab doesn't always work, you know, darling. For some people, it's just as healthy to have an occasional glass of wine so that they don't go on binges. It might even be healthier that way) (*and he believed her, hence the empty bottle of wine after dinner last night*)
*decides to investigate the rest of the Flower (and even she has to admit that there is such potential in this building)* *is considerably put out to learn that Glorfindel's office is always locked when he is not there (because he is usually so very trusting** *makes her way, instead, to his little secretary's office and, yes, it is unlocked* |
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[Apr. 6th, 2009|09:20 pm] |
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*decides to tune into the Virtuoso Awards after all, if only to try and catch a glimpse of Glorfindel* *winged another quick text his way (good luck; gondolin's rooting for you. xoxo -e) earlier in the day but hasn't heard back yet (hasn't spoken to Glorfindel at all since he left town, actually, which is a bit of a bummer, but then he's sure Glorfindel's really busy)*
*as day gives way to evening, puts the sax away a little earlier than he'd planned and sends Elemmakil a text this time (drinks and v awards w/e? we can be the fan club but i'm not wearing a flower in my hair. -e)*
*dials up Erestor next* |
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[Mar. 25th, 2009|02:32 pm] |
*sits in the passenger's seat of Glorfindel's car, on their way to dinner*
*is feeling a little guarded (and nervous), given what Glorfindel has told him about Vairë's seeming reservations (and even though he's firm in the opinion that Vairë really should be the one who's anxious to make a good first impression)*
*idly runs a hand through his hair as he looks out the window* Well, she likes Telerin food. So we're off to a good start, anyway? |
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