Caranthir the Dark (caranthir) wrote in untold_logs, @ 2008-06-27 22:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | avarian, caranthir |
Who: Caranthir and Avarian
What: Fighting and other things, right after stripping out the theatre.
When: See the what!
Notes: Uh. These are exceptionally 'I don't fucking care if you see my body' kind of elves. XD
Caranthir: *takes his sweet time, finishing up some stripping of the theatre**then, heads back to his inn room*
Avarian: *still thinking happy thoughts, while standing up and wringing her hair out*
Caranthir; *opens the door, stares*
Avarian: *blinkblinkblinks at him, then figures ... yeah, he probably doesn't need to see her breasts, so turns around so he can't see him, still wringing at her hair* I am ... sorry?
Caranthir; *still staring, but now at her back*
Back: *definitely displaying remaining scars from Angband*
Avarian: *blinkblinksagain, then remembers her back, and mutters a curse* *sinks back into the water, just slow enough not to make the water splash all over*
Caranthir: *belatedly closes the door, but remains outside**head/face/door*
Avarian: *stops shaking enough get out of the water, dry off quickly, and get her clothing on*
Caranthir: *still facedoored*
Avarian: *soft, somewhat tight fitting hide pants and a heavily embroidered black tunic from umbar, belts it, twists her wet hair back, and opens the door* It is safe now.
Caranthir: *wasn't ready for that, stumples and instead of face to door, is not face to breast*
Avarian: *lets him rest there for a few seconds before steadying him*
Caranthir: *backpeddales and smacks against the opposite wall!* What did I TELL YOU?!
Avarian: I do not see Feanor walking in on me. *smirks*
Caranthir: What were you doing, SOAKING in there? It's been at least an hour!
Avarian: The soak helps the ache. *shrugs*
Caranthir: *sighs, comes in,a nd closes the door* Why are you still marred?
Avarian: Why is Arda marred? *shrugs* I do not know. I have guesses, but I do not let the healers near it.
Caranthir: *bluntly* That is stupid.
Avarian: I would not taint them. *shakes her head*
Caranthir: So you let yourself be tainted instead? Remove your shirt, I want to see these scars.
Avarian: I have been tainted since I was imprisoned there. You have some idea, from your brother's experience.
Caranthir: *sigh*
Avarian: *rolls her eyes, turns, and tugs her shirt off, again*
Caranthir: *politely looks away**doesn't need another eyefull of breasts, that's just awkward*
Avarian: *has turned, so that he can see her back, like he requested*
Caranthir: *peeks, phews**runs his fingers lightly over the scars* Lashes, and other things. That it took you ten years and not one hundred to recover enough to walk, I know not.
Avarian: *winces a bit, but holds still* I think I remember a lash of flame, or one with barbs. *nods her head* As to the other... stubbornly surviving is perhaps my best skill.
Caranthir: What they fed you was likely just enough to keep you alive, and laced with poisons to keep you weak. *strill tracing them with his fingers*
Avarian: My uncle told me once that if I had stayed even another month there, I would have become something else. An orc, perhaps. That may have been the goal.
Caranthir: To break you, and the others. Some break sooner, others later, but in time, you all break.
Avarian: *whispers* We.
Caranthir: *snorts**traces some more of the scars* You need to treat this.
Avarian: It will be fine. *shakes her head*
Caranthir: *digs nails into the scars**which, really, there are just enough scars, for one of each finger..and some others that have faded and healed and will probably be gone in a few years?*
Avarian: *About like that, yes* *sucks in a breath*
Caranthir: Fine?
Avarian: So long as no one digs their FINGERNAILS into them, yes.
Caranthir: *sounds disgusted* You dance in brothels and you leave fell touched wounds untouched. Is there nothing you do that is not idiotic?
Avarian: I earned those wounds, and I deserve them. And I explained the dancing. I do not expect you to understand. You died too soon but the rest of us who did not get to die had to keep living. *steps away from him, and starts tugging her shirt back on*
Caranthir: *stops her* You didn't have to keep on living. But do not say that I've not spent the intervening ages without suffering, myself. *snaps*
Avarian: *sighs* I am sorry. You were stuck in utter darkness. That must have been its own kind of torture.
Avarian: And then the mortal body.
Caranthir: Darkness. No touch. No sight. No sound. Empty and alone. Just my own thoughts, my own remorse. There are periods I do not even remember.
Avarian: *is still standing there, with her shirt off, since he stopped her from putting it on* That sounds woefully familiar. *frowns*
Caranthir: I do not wish to get into a pissing contest over who as suffered more than whom.
Avarian: Neither of us would win. *nods her head*
Avarian: I will only say that you get to a point where you do whatever you can to take some joy. That is how I ended up where you found me. *shrugs*
Caranthir: Perhaps it is time to think of other ways to survive, than to lower oneself. Perhaps it is time to let yourself heal.
Avarian: I cannot lower myself now, anyway. *chuckles*
Caranthir: Precisely. *pokes her in a scar*
Avarian: *stiffens*
Caranthir: I am no healer. I would just scrape away at these scars until the damage is expose underneath, but I would be unable to cleanse or heal after that.
Avarian: I will not ask Elrond. Minuial tried and failed. I have heard Artanis is in the city and I will not ask her, either. *shakes her head*
Caranthir: I will ask her for you then.
Avarian: This is none of your concern. *sighs*
Caranthir: Why is it not?!
Avarian: I am just... some elf you met yesterday. *starts tugging her shirt back on, again*
Caranthir; *stops her again* Meril. You are a Noldor. There are precious few of us left in Middle-earth. And at one time you marched in my army, so I suppose there is some sort of...I feel that I owe you a debt.
Caranthir: And that your time in Angband, I owe you for, as well.
Avarian: *finds it hysterically funny that he notices her NOW and not before* *lets out a bit of a sigh*
Caranthir: *what? She was one face among many, now she is one of a few*
Avarian: ... *sighs, defeated, and nods her head softly* *whispers* As you say, my Lord.
Caranthir: *scrowls* You gave up? Just like that?
Avarian: You would scowl at me for giving up. You would scowl at me if I do not give in. There is no winning there. But you may be right.
Caranthir: *growls* *slaps her*
Avarian: *glares* *catches his wrist, squeezes*
Caranthir: *glares back at her* *balls up his other fist*
Avarian: *narrows her eyes* I will hit you back, if you ever do that again.
Caranthir: *sneers* Do it.
Avarian: *balls up her fist and HITS him, and she isn't a weakling, either*
Caranthir: *head snaps back, then he recovers* Again!
Avarian: Why, eru's sake!?
Caranthir: *raises his fist as if to punch her!*
Avarian: *waits to see if he's actually going to do it*
Caranthir: *SWINGS*
Avarian: *darts to the side and smacks her fist into his opposite shoulder to put him off balance*
Caranthir: *goes off balance, but sweeps his foot out to trip her up!* Are you afraid?!
Avarian: *is tripped!* *blinks up at him* Afraid of what!?
Caranthir: *gestures* Hit me!
Avarian: We are better than this!
Caranthir: *slugs her again* Hit me! Fight me back! We deserve no better than this!
Avarian: *hits him back!* *is ... still toples..*
Caranthir: Again! *hits her*
Avarian: *has SUCH swimming vision right now* *HITS him*
Caranthir: *head snaps back**stumbles**hisses* again!
Avarian: *pounces on top of him with the intent of pushing him to the ground*
Caranthir: *knees her in the gut!*
Avarian: *takes it, pins him* What in the name of the trees is your problem!?
Caranthir: *grins bloodily at her* Just..getting what I ..deserve.
CAranthir: Tell me you haven't thought about doing this.
Avarian: *gets pink eartips* This is not what I ever thought about doing to you.
Avarian: *gets off him, goes to hunt her shirt down damn it* *before Feanor walks in or something*
Caranthir: *tackles her, and shoves her head into the floor*
Avarian: *HISSES*
Avarian: *is like OW OW OW OW back OW *
Caranthir: *is on top of her, and she's on her back* *eyetwitch*
Avarian: *still had back slammed to floor, and it hurts* *GLARES up at him*
Avarian: *and is STILL topless*
Caranthir: *spits out blood* You lose, either way. You give up...or you learn to accept that you need to heal.
Avarian: I told you there was no winning. I told you that you might be right. *looks up at him with somewhat glazed eyes*
Caranthir: *sighs* *pins her by the shoulders* Who are you.
Avarian: No one important.
Caranthir: Who were you? Who are you? The kinslayer.
Avarian: An exile, just like you used to be.
Caranthir: That is not what I asked!!
Avarian: We do not always GET what we ask!
Caranthir: TELL ME!
Avarian: Or you will what? Hurt me more?
CAranthir: Coward. *disgusted, gets off of her* You run from who you were.
Avarian: *curls up, watches him* I am not that person.
Caranthir: Yes you are! *Points at her* Both of us are who we are! We cannot escape that. But you can grow from it. Change. Regret and remorse.
Caranthir: We've changed, those like us.
Caranthir: But we cannot ever let the past be forgotten.
Caranthir: Who is the woman you were before?
Avarian: If I give in and tell you, you will scowl at me for being weak I suppose.
CAranthir: *softly* Nay.
Avarian: *looks away, and ... oh hey, there's her shirt* *starts reaching for her shirt* My father named me Morniel. Because of my hair. My mother named me Milyawen. *snorts*
Avarian: When we all took Sindarin names, I took Lomiel.
Avarian: *grabs shirt, tugs it on*
Caranthir: Lomiel. *walks over to her* Was that so hard?
Avarian: Yes, it was.
Caranthir: *wipes at his face with a cloth**looks at the blood, snerks* You will sing, and dance, and act. Things of beauty, instead of things of hatred.
Caranthir: You tire of war, so do we all.
Avarian: *chuckles* I have been waging war for almost 7 thousand years. Aye, I am tired of it.
Avarian: *stands* Though I do not know about singing, and acting. I never saw myself that way.
Caranthir: You can dance, though it is provocative. And your humming was..pleasant.
Avarian: It is not provacative. *shakes her head* I have seen provacative. Mine is just .. all I do is take the way I would normally use my daggers, but make it more graceful.
Caranthir: Provacative.
CAranthir: *insistant*
Avarian: If you want to see Provacative I can show you, so that you understand the difference. *snorts*
Caranthir: *snorts* Fine.
Avarian: *arches a brow* Fine.
Avarian: *stands, walks over to the door, and locks it*
Caranthir: *blinks* You're not going through with this.
Avarian: Yes, I am.
Caranthir: No >.<
Avarian: Moryo, are you a coward? *smirks*
Caranthir: *GLARES*
Avarian: I did not think so.
Avarian: *pins her hair up, walks over to the windows, and curtains them* *points at the bed* Sit, so you are not in the way.;
Caranthir: *Sits in the chair, NOT the bed. Thanks**folds his arms, looks annoyed* Keep your clothing on. People would talk.
Avarian: *snorts* You have already seen me naked. *stands in the center of the room, and starts doing a dance Iren sometimes does, which in the south is called the dance of desire*
Caranthir: I do not need to see you naked AGAIN, once is quite enough >.<
Avarian: *it is a lot of hip movement, flirty eye movement, swaying around, rubbing her hands over her body, twirling, squating..... *
Caranthir: D:
Avarian: *works in a striptease while she's at it, yeah, you heard me. Even though he told her never to take her clothes off* *has forgotten he's in the room, actually, is just.. lost in the dancing*
Caranthir: *massages his temples and growls a bit**Can...okay, appreciate this on an aesthetic level, but... SHE A NOLDOR!**NOLDOR DON'T DO THIS!**Twitch*
Avarian: *finishes, with a nice little squat, then rises, puts her clothing back on, and crosses her arms over her chest.* THAT is a provacative dance. ... I never did those sort of dances there. Merely watched. *shrugs*
Avarian: And the naked part never happens in the main room. *adds that*
Caranthir: *pushes his jaw closed* ................................
Avarian: *takes up a cloth, and wipes the blood off her OWN face now that she has a moment*
Caranthir: *dry look* *eyetwitches* *concedes* You are right. That is provocative.
Avarian: *looks down at the cloth, snorts, squeezes her nose to stop the bleeding*
Caranthir: And there are things to..appreciate about it. *grudgingly*
Avarian: *looks a bit surprised that he even noticed*
Caranthir: What?
Avarian: *removes the cloth from her face, looks at it* *nods her head*
Caranthir: You look surprised.
Avarian: I am.
CAranthir: Why?
Avarian: You never seemed to notice others.
Caranthir: I notice everything. Whether or not I choose to comment upon it or not, is another matter entirely.
Avarian: I suppose. *tears up a bit of cloth, walks over to him, and gently shoves it up his nose* Bleeding.
Caranthir: *yanks the cloth up, and dabs it a bit* You never married. Why?
Avarian: Why do you ask questions you've not right to the answer to?
Caranthir: *smirks*
Avarian: I fell in love with someone long ago. He died. When Beleriand sank I was busy helping to build a kingdom. Then I was busy pretending I was not an elf. And I could not marry either of the mortals I fell for.
Avarian: *eyes soften a bit* Truthfully I think the one elf ruined me for ever loving elves again. *shakes her head, then, and walks over to the window*
Caranthir: ....Mortals.
Caranthir: *LAUGHS*
Caranthir: To love a mortal is a foolish and machoistic thing.
Avarian: I am much like my Lord, I think. *quietly* *pulls one of the curtains open, to look outside*
Caranthir: *sighs, and gets up. Walks over**puts a hand on her shoulder*
Avarian: *falls silent* *.... inwardly memorizes the feel of his hand there, isn't likely to get his hand anywhere on her gently, too often*
Caranthir: *long sigh*
Avarian: I am sorry.
Caranthir: For what? I should be the one that is sorry
Avarian: I recall sad memories for us both. I think.
Caranthir: I am the one that forced you to hit me.
Avarian: I do not .. relish ... hitting those I respect. *nods*
Caranthir: *laughs* I am not worth respecting.
Avarian: There are things I thought I was not worth. You have proven me wrong.
Avarian: I was not the only one to respect you. *shrugs*
Caranthir: *shakes his head* You needed to hit me.
Avarian: *blinks* *turns to look at him* Explain?
Caranthir: You needed to hit me.
Caranthir: I cannot explain itbetter than that.
Avarian: I did not wish to hit you. *frowns*
Caranthir: You needed to. And wanted to.
Avarian: *shakes her head*
Caranthir: For all that I've done and caused.
Avarian: *whispers, half-amused* You have no idea. *chuckles*
Caranthir: Then enlighten me!
Avarian: *leans against the windowsill* You, sir, are ancient history. I never expected to see you again.
Caranthir: Well yes, I did convincingly die.
Avarian: I found you in a pile of ... about 6 others.
Caranthir: *snort*
Avarian: I think you killed them. *shrugs* The only reason I noticed was because of your sword.
Caranthir: *nods his head* I killed four, then a woman who attacked me. The sixth attacked me from behind when I froze up after that. *actually admits to freezing up*
Avarian: I lost you down a tunnel and then went searching in a blind rage that took down a few of our own people. *eyedarts* Not one of my better moments.
CAranthir: There was no good moment, in Doriath.
Avarian: I can think of only one bittersweet one, that was heavy on the bitter. *nods*
CAranthir: *shrugs, and lets go of her shoulder, then turns*
Avarian: *turns, puts her hand on HIS shoulder*
Caranthir: What?
Avarian: *squeezes* I am glad that you are back. .. Sincerely.
Caranthir: *Looks at her, funny*
Avarian: *shrugs* *drops her hand*
Caranthir: >.<
Caranthir: *Women are confusing*
Avarian: *eyedarts*
CAranthir: *still >.<*
Avarian: *looks confused* *stops leaning on the window .... eyedarts again, hugs him?*
Caranthir: *twitch* What are you doing?
Avarian: I have no idea. Something you dislike, apparently. *stops*
CAranthir: It just caught me off guard >.<
Avarian: *eyedarts, again* *eyes the teakettle* I think I want some tea. *walks over to it like ..nothing at all awkward has happened in the last hour or so!*
Caranthir: *Grooooowls*
Avarian: I wonder if anything in Arda does NOT set your teeth on edge. Do you want tea?
CAranthir: ...yes.
Avarian: *gets out a cup for him, too*
Caranthir: *watches her*
caranthir: Deadly with a weapon. Yet you dance and make tea.
Avarian: And stitch, and cook. And I can facet gems? *half-smiles*
Caranthir: It is not like you have not had time to learn *laughs*
Noldor: *also = uber. UUBEEER!*
Avarian: *is not as uber as a Feanorian, admits this willingly* *braids her hair back to get it out of her way, and watches the kettle*
Caranthir: It will never boil if you watch it.]
Avarian: That is an old wive's tail that only hobbit children believe.
Caranthir: *laughs*
Avarian: I have no idea if I can sing or not.
Caranthir: Perhaps you should learn a song, and practice.
Avarian: *nods her head* *will do that!* *grabs kettle, pours tea*
Tea: *is drunk!*