Maedhros Nelyafinwë Maitimo Fëanorian ✧ Russandol (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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voidtreckerexpress2019-12-18 09:01 am
castintoflames) wrote in voidtreckerexpress2019-12-18 09:01 am
(Closed & Open)
Who: Maedhros & Fingon + Maedhros & Open
What: They need to talk. About things. Then Maedhros is going to try to be personable.
Where: Fingon's compartment? Then around.
When: Day...23? I will update if it needs to be earlier.
Notes: Elves. Dark pasts.
(Closed to Fingon.)
He sends a note to his cousin - it seems polite to do so - and then he makes the short journey to his compartment. Maedhros is trying to remind himself to breathe and remain calm. This isn't about him and if Fingon reacts badly, well, that is to be expected, isn't it? He knocks on the door and waits, crossing his arms behind his back to keep from fidgeting unnecessarily.
"Finno, it's me."
(/)
(Open.)
After such an ominous conversation, he doesn't want to be alone; he wants to do some good. But what can he do? He cleans what looks dull or messy and he checks that there is enough food being prepared. Then he wanders the halls, pausing to check on anyone he encounters.
"Are you faring well?" he tilts his head after phrasing the question, his bright hair brushing against his shoulder. He is wearing it in a ponytail for simplicity and his robes are a soft, yet oddly proud Fëanorian red.
"Can I be of any assistance?" it isn't often that a prince or a king will give such an offer.
What: They need to talk. About things. Then Maedhros is going to try to be personable.
Where: Fingon's compartment? Then around.
When: Day...23? I will update if it needs to be earlier.
Notes: Elves. Dark pasts.
(Closed to Fingon.)
He sends a note to his cousin - it seems polite to do so - and then he makes the short journey to his compartment. Maedhros is trying to remind himself to breathe and remain calm. This isn't about him and if Fingon reacts badly, well, that is to be expected, isn't it? He knocks on the door and waits, crossing his arms behind his back to keep from fidgeting unnecessarily.
"Finno, it's me."
(/)
(Open.)
After such an ominous conversation, he doesn't want to be alone; he wants to do some good. But what can he do? He cleans what looks dull or messy and he checks that there is enough food being prepared. Then he wanders the halls, pausing to check on anyone he encounters.
"Are you faring well?" he tilts his head after phrasing the question, his bright hair brushing against his shoulder. He is wearing it in a ponytail for simplicity and his robes are a soft, yet oddly proud Fëanorian red.
"Can I be of any assistance?" it isn't often that a prince or a king will give such an offer.
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Actually, with a quick thought, he has a better idea. Grabbing Tony around the waist, he lifts the man with ease, holding him within easy proximity. Of course if the contraption falls, he can see to it not hitting the floor too. Elves have ridiculous dexterity.
"I've been told I'm rather tall."
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He finished and gestured to be put down. "Thank you. I'm measuring how much tobacco and other contaminants are in the air. It should give me an idea how strong of a filter we need to keep this train safe for everyone. What have you been up to?"