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[Aug. 30th, 2008|09:44 pm] |
*stops by Ingil's dorm room with lunch, as has become her daily habit*
*isn't exactly sure how much he remembers, at this point (and doesn't particularly care, so long as he's safe and recovering--except that he has to, has to remember her)*
*pauses outside his door, double-checking her appearance in a handheld mirror* *hair in place, eyes dry, smile fixed and bright* *nothing at all to give away how terribly she needs him and worries for him and suffers without him and*
*stows the mirror and knocks twice, calling softly through the door* Ingil? It's me. |
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[Dec. 10th, 2007|11:48 pm] |
{After everything, the not-quite-war and the certainly-not-Dagorath and the rather unpleasant voiding of Túrin and Melkor, Telimektar idles his way across Órë until he reaches Ossiriand --}
Home.
*drifts across the Ossiriand campus to Ingil's room* *sits on the unoccupied bed opposite Ingil's*
*listens to his breathing and wonders what it's like to sleep so (apparently) peacefully*
*rests his chin on his hands* *almost inaudibly* I did worry, you know. That it would go all end-of-the-world, fire-and-brimstone. Manwë kept it together though. I did worry. Which was silly. Because obviously, I would see you again and again. You out-lived Arda. You will out-live Órë. You may even out-live me, little star. |
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restless