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Briseis | The Iliad ([info]prizeofachilles) wrote in [info]spinningcompass,
@ 2013-05-05 16:11:00

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WHO: Briseis and OPEN
WHAT: Wandering around town
WHERE: In the city
WHEN: Sunday afternoon
WARNINGS: Trigger Warning: Possible allusions to rape
STATUS: Open/Incomplete


Briseis had found herself quite content with the way life was going in the past few weeks. She was happy with her arrangement with Imrahil, happy with the bakery, and happy that she had finally found herself someone to work with. Maedhros was an interesting character, to be sure. She'd never seen someone so tall before - he was nearly twice her height. And his hair was like fire! So bright and copper-colored. But what really caught her about him, and made her want to mother him (despite the difference in their ages) was the sadness in his eyes. She wasn't sure that she had ever seen such despair before, even in men who had spent their lives in war. She wouldn't force him to talk about it - of course not, but she hoped that in time he might open up to her. She would see, anyway.

On this lovely afternoon, after she had closed the bakery, she made her way into town. It was a lovely day, and she didn't feel like spending it cooped up in her apartment, or doing the deep cleaning that would need to be done soon in the shop. It was the sort of day made for wandering, window shopping, and perhaps meeting new people and making new friends. Many people had arrived since she had really been out and about, and she was feeling better about life in general. More confident. Her quiet relationship was helping her to feel better about herself, to take back her life and her autonomy that had so cruelly been taken from her.

She felt free, and had no desire ever to go home. This place was her home, for better and for worse, and whatever it threw at her, it could not be worse than where she had left.



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[info]turukano
2013-05-09 07:48 am UTC (link)
"I know that feeling," he said kindly, "where decades are.. centuries. Millenniums. But you get through them, what other choice do you have?" To die? To suffer. Those were options, yes, but never ones to give into if one could help it. As a being who had existed on the verge of despair for a long while, Turgon knew well the desire to give into hopelessness. But one must fight against it with strength.

"As for my cousin? Aye," he said with a subtle nod of his head, "he has suffered much. But he has done many things and so.. be careful with him. He has a chance for peace if only he'd take it. But do not push him hard else he will push back and the result may be disastrous. He is fierce of spirit, mind and cold of heart when he must be."

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[info]prizeofachilles
2013-05-09 08:00 am UTC (link)
"Yes, we live because we must," she said softly. "Maybe because we are afraid to die, maybe because we have hope that if we simply keep living, things will turn better in the end? And they have, you see. For me, at least, coming here was a dream come true. I am free here, I can be my own woman. I belong to no one."

She smiled at him, looking up at him as he spoke of Maedhros.

"Yes, I think he is all of those things you say. But I think he is also...gentle. No, maybe that is not the right word? But...there is a softness beneath the anger. Something that does not want to hurt, or to frighten. Something that wants only to be loved. And perhaps too few people see it?"

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[info]turukano
2013-05-13 04:31 am UTC (link)
"Aye, you belong to no one but yourself," he mirrored, believing it fully. Never in his mind could he dream of owning a person, or posessing them whether it be bodily or spiritually. One could never own another, and so one always had autonomy. And to the Void with those that sought to bereft individuals of their freedoms.

"Regret," he supplied about Maedhros, "pain, and sorrow. But I do not know which is the true mask and so I urge you caution! He may seem a kind and gentle thing, and he may be those things in reality for some time but he is .. Fëanorian and they are quick to anger and quick to strike. Be wary, but not afraid. Cautious and prudent. I do not say it to frighten you, surely, but you must be told of the danger he presents. Not all elves are benevolent and he certainly the least of them."

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[info]prizeofachilles
2013-05-13 05:38 am UTC (link)
"I do not know him well, and perhaps I am a naive person for even thinking it, but I trust him. He has been kind to me, and good. And I have seen lots of terrible people in my life, and he is not like them. I...do not think he will hurt me. And if he does, I would rather be surprised and love him now as I may."

She smiled at Turgon sadly, wondering...

"What has he done? He has alluded to some of it, but he will not tell me all, and I think he judges himself harshly."

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