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[Jul. 31st, 2008|08:29 am] |
*helicopters his way to Delving and gets through the borders easily with the security pass Finrod gave him back when he was visiting more frequently*
*makes his way to her apartment, stopping to buy flowers on the way* *it can't hurt, right?* |
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[Jul. 24th, 2008|10:40 am] |
*wakes in the morning, gradually stirring into consciousness, feeling sore and tired but utterly content* *feels the weight and heat of a body next to her in bed, and curls into it happily*
*slowly becomes aware of something strange and different: a slighter chest to rest her head upon, no snoring softer breathing, and a racing from years of continual stress heart*
*and, just as slowly, remembers the night before, bit by bit, in vivid detail*
*doesn't open her eyes, wanting to believe this was all a dream, but is horrified by the reality of it*
*softly, barely audibly* Oh, Eru. |
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[Jul. 22nd, 2008|07:23 pm] |
*arrives in Delving on an evening train, which was supposed to be an afternoon train but it was delayed by a number of hours for a 'random' security check at the Doriath border*
*stays true to his promise to his baby brother and, after he's checked into a hotel, sets out for Finrod's appartment, dialling her number as he walks*
*has the faintest suspicion that he's being followed but assumes that this is a normal feeling in Delving, given the combined powers of Thingol's paranoia and his own paranoia* |
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[Jul. 13th, 2008|10:38 pm] |
*putters around in his kitchen, making dinner (for one, as always)*
*has his laptop perched on the counter and his other laptop set up on the table (as usual)* *alternates between picking at his email on one and tapping out lines of experimental coding on the other*
*sets a pot of water on to boil while the chicken defrosts*
*figures he'll give his boss a call, since watching the pot will only make him impatient* *isn't good at Impatient*
*tucks his Bluetooth in his ear and hits the speed dial* |
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[Jun. 8th, 2008|07:18 pm] |
*gets into her hotel room very late/early after a night shoot*
*takes a hot shower and slips into her nightclothes, padding over to the bed with her hair in a towel* *settles into the mound of pillows stacked against the headboard, cell phone in hand*
*dials Ingil, knowing he tends to keep odd hours* *receives no answer, and so leaves a message* Hi, dollface, it's me! Just calling to check in, see how you're doing, how school's going, how Telu's treating you (very well, I'm sure, you know I'm just kidding)... I miss you, you know. I'll try to get down there to see you again soon, okay? Love you, talk to you soon. Bye. *smiles and hangs up*
*is soon absorbed in an infomercial for some kind of cleaning product* *absently wonders how in the world such programs manage to be so terribly engaging, especially when one is exhausted?* *thinks she may have to research this*
*dozes off just as the Kwik-Brite 9000 jingle starts rolling for the sixth time*
[It certainly isn't her first festival, nor even her first on his arm, but never before has he felt so right at her side, as though he has always been there (and always will be). She glances up at him, glimpses the mingled Treeslight reflecting in his eyes, and the ever-present friendly little twist at the corner of his mouth. Beautiful, she thinks to herself wonderingly. And for the first time in a long time, Amarië of the Vanyar is content to simply bask in the beauty of another...
"Will you be performing, Findaráto?" She curls her hands around his arm and leans into him, smiling brightly in anticipation of the answer. Out of the corner of her eye, she notes no less than four separate courtiers watching her--no doubt wondering what their Princess is doing, fawning all over a prince of the youngest line. Once upon a time, she might have cared for their opinion (or at least pretended to, for decorum's sake). Now, however, she cannot bring herself to even acknowledge their existence beyond subtly reaching up to touch the delicate diadem nestled in her hair. "After all," she continues smoothly, "you have been working so hard on that lovely piece you played for me the other day. It would be a shame if mine were the only ears to be so blessed."] |
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[May. 26th, 2008|11:18 pm] |
*is uneasy the entire day after her meeting with Amarië* *only half-participates in her evening phone conversation, glossing over the details of the day, intent on making them shine*
*finds her mind troubled, and distracts herself with paperwork late into the evening, eventually falling asleep over her work*
[She finds herself walking down a gently sloping hill of tall grasses, the world lit in a familiar golden color. A blanket is tucked under one arm, and the other arm ends by holding a hand, softer and smaller -- beautiful. It is only then she feels the rush of emotions that accompany this simple action: happiness, anticipation, peace.
"You will like this place. I am certain of it. Turvo and I found it not long ago and my first thought was of you. It's not far yet." It is with an air of detachment that she realizes she spoke the words, though the voice was not her own. It was her own, though -- her voice as it was when she was he. In this moment realization ends and experience begins and she is he.] |
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[Apr. 1st, 2008|02:55 am] |
*comes out of the bathroom vigorously shaking the bottle of Pepto-Bismol*
*stands in the middle of the bedroom reading over the label*
I'm convinced you must have exceeded the maximum dosage by now. Ah, yes! Here we go, 16 tablespoons in twenty-four hours, not four hours. You shouldn't have anymore.
*takes one look down at the bed, sighs, and pours out another dosage* |
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determined
shocked
numb
sleepy