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sixwordstories2018-02-10 08:13 pm
castintoflames) wrote in sixwordstories2018-02-10 08:13 pm
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I burn like fire from within.
I would prefer that to be a metaphor.
[Pause] or a simile, I suppose; your brother’s voice wasn’t the only reason the music tutors of Tirion preferred having him as a student to me.
[Pause] or a simile, I suppose; your brother’s voice wasn’t the only reason the music tutors of Tirion preferred having him as a student to me.
It would be difficult to prove without cutting me open.
(But he has had enough of that, thank you.)
They did not treasure you enough, Finno.
(But he has had enough of that, thank you.)
They did not treasure you enough, Finno.
Then let us take the matter on faith.
[Maedhros' innards will stay exactly where they are, thank you.]
Oh, don't be too hard on them. I spent my theory lessons drawing horses in the margins, of course they were unhappy with me.
[Maedhros' innards will stay exactly where they are, thank you.]
Oh, don't be too hard on them. I spent my theory lessons drawing horses in the margins, of course they were unhappy with me.
I would appreciate your faith.
(He likes them where they are; they seem to function well that way!)
Then they should have had your lessons on horseback!
(He likes them where they are; they seem to function well that way!)
Then they should have had your lessons on horseback!
You have it, as I would hope you know.
[It's not a hand, Mae, you can't function without those.
Except the appendix- actually, who's to say elf appendices don't do terribly vital things? Or, conversely, that they exist?]
You are so very hard on the poor things, love.
[It's not a hand, Mae, you can't function without those.
You are so very hard on the poor things, love.
There are few things I carry with me no matter what occurs. Your faith is one of them.
(Aw he can stand to lose a kidney!Elvish organs all have a purpose and they are shiny too.)
When they do not appreciate you, yes. I will be very hard on them!
(Aw he can stand to lose a kidney!
When they do not appreciate you, yes. I will be very hard on them!
[Have an elfling staring at you with a perplexed expression.]
Is that why your hair is red?
[And now her eyes are going to grow even wider as she comes to a realization.]
Does that mean I'm burning too?
Is that why your hair is red?
[And now her eyes are going to grow even wider as she comes to a realization.]
Does that mean I'm burning too?
I am glad we agree on that. I do worry sometimes that you forget.
[And then the very next week, something would come up where he desperately needed that extra kidney because Maedhros has the worst luck.
In a dry, fond voice.] Oh, Russandol. My champion against the terrible bullies.
[And then the very next week, something would come up where he desperately needed that extra kidney because Maedhros has the worst luck.
In a dry, fond voice.] Oh, Russandol. My champion against the terrible bullies.
No. I...doubt. Myself. Not you. Never you. (He gives a weaker smile and sighs. Yes, his luck is atrocious, but at least he knows what matters?)
Teachers can be the worst bullies! Ask any one of my brothers.
Teachers can be the worst bullies! Ask any one of my brothers.
No, child, you are not burning as I am. (He is cursed; she is just small and cute.) My hair color is merely ironic.
Oh. That's good I suppose. I would rather not be burning from within. It seems like it would be hard to control such a thing, and I would hate to be consumed entirely.
[She is small and cute, and terribly curious.]
But... why are you burning? You don't look like you are on fire. Actually, you look more sad than angry, and if I had to characterize fire I would say it is angry. Whenever I get mad I feel all hot, like I'm going to pop like a log on the fire, or worse, like I'm going to burst into flames entirely.
[She is small and cute, and terribly curious.]
But... why are you burning? You don't look like you are on fire. Actually, you look more sad than angry, and if I had to characterize fire I would say it is angry. Whenever I get mad I feel all hot, like I'm going to pop like a log on the fire, or worse, like I'm going to burst into flames entirely.
Edited 2018-02-20 04:50 (UTC)
You are entirely right to think that way. Burning within is...painful. (And a full conflagration cannot be stopped nor can its timing be predicted.) I burn for what I have done and who I have become. I burn for every parent, brother, cousin, friend and child I have ever lost. Anger can be mixed with sadness...
(He smiles faintly, weakly.) Don't let yourself pop. After you do, you might regret your actions.
(He smiles faintly, weakly.) Don't let yourself pop. After you do, you might regret your actions.
I try not to, but it's awfully hard sometimes.
[She frowned at his words, the gears in her little head are quite obviously turning as she thinks about what he said.]
Do such loses always lead to such fire? My parents died... and I'm sad when I think about it, and awfully angry that it all happened too. And I am angry that they let it happen.
[It seemed like an awful thing to admit, and the tips of her ears and cheeks flushed pink at the admission. She hated that she felt such a terrible thing, but he seemed as though he was being honest with her, and so she felt she owed him the same.]
Does that mean I'm doomed to burn one day as well?
[She frowned at his words, the gears in her little head are quite obviously turning as she thinks about what he said.]
Do such loses always lead to such fire? My parents died... and I'm sad when I think about it, and awfully angry that it all happened too. And I am angry that they let it happen.
[It seemed like an awful thing to admit, and the tips of her ears and cheeks flushed pink at the admission. She hated that she felt such a terrible thing, but he seemed as though he was being honest with her, and so she felt she owed him the same.]
Does that mean I'm doomed to burn one day as well?
Hína, no, I do not mean to give you such a fear. (Maedhros's expression shifts, saddened, and he watches her, blue eyes seeming to burn with a light of their own. He does not lie. There is a flame within him.)
I am cursed. You are free of such tethers; your anger is understandable. (He tilts his head and he picks up a small flower for her.) Parents should not leave their precious children behind. I am certain they did not mean to abandon you.
I am cursed. You are free of such tethers; your anger is understandable. (He tilts his head and he picks up a small flower for her.) Parents should not leave their precious children behind. I am certain they did not mean to abandon you.
Doubt is not always a bad thing. But when it poisons your self, it can make all you burdens worse.
[He does know what matters. Which is why Fingon keeps hoping, even when he fouls up.]
Oh? I would have thought any tutor your father hired too frightened of his wrath to be mean to his precious boys.
[He does know what matters. Which is why Fingon keeps hoping, even when he fouls up.]
Oh? I would have thought any tutor your father hired too frightened of his wrath to be mean to his precious boys.
Whether they meant to or not, it does not make it any easier, nor does it change the fact that they are gone now.
[Intentions did not change the results, nor did it make the loss hurt less. Still, she took what comfort she could get, even if it were in a small gesture from a stranger.]
[With a faint little smile, she accepted the flower before looking back up at him.]
You seem too kind to be cursed.
[Intentions did not change the results, nor did it make the loss hurt less. Still, she took what comfort she could get, even if it were in a small gesture from a stranger.]
[With a faint little smile, she accepted the flower before looking back up at him.]
You seem too kind to be cursed.
It has done so for many years. I have felt like a coward and a monster since the burning of the ships.
(Most people only need to make one mistake before they learn. Maedhros and his brothers need to make multiple devastating errors over centuries. Fingon has the patience of a saint.)
That might have been true for the Ambarussa. He was harder on his first born.
(Most people only need to make one mistake before they learn. Maedhros and his brothers need to make multiple devastating errors over centuries. Fingon has the patience of a saint.)
That might have been true for the Ambarussa. He was harder on his first born.
You are not a monster, silly. Monsters do not regret, and they do not try.
[And cowardice...well. In many ways, Maedhros is one of the bravest souls Fingon knows. In the rest... there's always time to change, right?]
Really. [Yes, the expectations always fall hardest on the eldest- Fingon knows that, being one himself. Still, there's a hard glimmer in his eye as he looks at Maedhros.]
Perhaps I should be the one looking in on a few old tutors?
[And cowardice...well. In many ways, Maedhros is one of the bravest souls Fingon knows. In the rest... there's always time to change, right?]
Really. [Yes, the expectations always fall hardest on the eldest- Fingon knows that, being one himself. Still, there's a hard glimmer in his eye as he looks at Maedhros.]
Perhaps I should be the one looking in on a few old tutors?
I regret more than I can bear, but I am a fool when it comes to hope. Give me an inch of hope and I will carry on a thousand miles.
(He wants to change for himself, for Fingon and for his brothers. He has plenty of reason to work at it.)
Now you sound protective! (He snickers and waves a hand.) I liked the discipline.
(He wants to change for himself, for Fingon and for his brothers. He has plenty of reason to work at it.)
Now you sound protective! (He snickers and waves a hand.) I liked the discipline.
Ai, Maitimo. There is no such thing as a fool for hope.
[And so he will. Those are the incentives that he needs.]
Are you the only one allowed to be? [Raised eyebrows] There is a difference between discipline and bullying.
[And so he will. Those are the incentives that he needs.]
Are you the only one allowed to be? [Raised eyebrows] There is a difference between discipline and bullying.
I am a fool only once over, then. Once for the love I hold for you.
(Maedhros grins slowly, a certain light entering his eyes.)
I find it very attractive when you stand up for me. (He gives a shrug.) I am too big to bully.
(Maedhros grins slowly, a certain light entering his eyes.)
I find it very attractive when you stand up for me. (He gives a shrug.) I am too big to bully.
Do you expect me to find you foolish in that?
[He asks, laughing.]
I shall have to do it more often, then. And you weren't always, that I know. Turno and Arko weren't and they both reached your height.
[He asks, laughing.]
I shall have to do it more often, then. And you weren't always, that I know. Turno and Arko weren't and they both reached your height.
I tell you this truthfully: I do not mind if you do. The feelings will not change.
(He chuckles deeply and pulls Fingon into a warm embrace.)
My brave defender! Your brothers are blessed to have you by their sides. (Maedhros pulls back and tilts his head curiously.) I cannot remember being terribly small, but I must have been.
(He chuckles deeply and pulls Fingon into a warm embrace.)
My brave defender! Your brothers are blessed to have you by their sides. (Maedhros pulls back and tilts his head curiously.) I cannot remember being terribly small, but I must have been.
Hmm. You are a bit ridiculous, I grant you that. To even entertain the thought that I would mind....
[Fingon shakes his head in amusement even as he buries it into Maedhros' shoulder.]
You would have been a tremendous nuisance to your mother if you weren't small at one point. Unless perhaps she brought you to life from a particularly well-sculpted statue?
[Fingon shakes his head in amusement even as he buries it into Maedhros' shoulder.]
You would have been a tremendous nuisance to your mother if you weren't small at one point. Unless perhaps she brought you to life from a particularly well-sculpted statue?
I take nothing for granted! (He beams and strokes over Fingon's hair, bending his head to whisper into his ear.) I used to think her sculptures were alive. But if I was brought to life in that manner, so were my brothers and then where does that leave dear, demented Atar?
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