Event Log: Love Yourself

[hadrielmods]

Who: All characters participating in the event
What: The event log for the Love Yourself event
Where: All over the city
When: June 13th-June 16th
Warnings: Love yourself! No, not like that maybe a little like that

One morning, you wake up and decide that it's high time you love yourself. Whether you weren't loving yourself at all before, or if you just weren't loving yourself enough, it's time to ramp that up to All You, All The Time. After all, nobody else is going to help you get ahead as much as you will, now that you're taking some time off to really focus on yourself.

Screw chores, screw people who are going to hold you back- all you feel is an unbridled sense of narcissism and the idea that you really do deserve it. Whether that means that you're spending the week searching for instant gratification, cutting all your ties that have been dragging you down, or focusing on your passion project that you've been shelving for other responsibilities, it's bound to be good for you and your mental health.

After all, what's life worth living for if it's not worth living for yourself?

► This log covers June 13th-June 16th.
► Feel free to make your own logs as well
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► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► If someone else's self-love is too detrimental to your own, please let us know here.

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Celebrimbor | Open

[handofsilver]

(Song & Shore)

(He is a child of Arda; a child of Eru. When he wakes, he slips out of his bed and dines on a light breakfast. Then he prepares himself with care, braiding his hair with various ornaments and donning the few pieces of jewelry he owns. His clothing is loose and just a little sensual - who can say no to silken material - and he goes out without shoes.

His voice is raised in song as he walks and his steps seem lighter - his limp less noticeable. He is drawn to the water and if his way is unimpeded, he will pause on the shore and stand very still. It doesn't take long for him to seem like another part of the scenery. He is at peace. He is a child of nature. Perhaps he is more like a light rain shower rather than a sunny day, but he is part of the cycle - even in this strange land called Hadriel.

The sea has always called to his people. Many feel at one with it and he now quietly, serenely recalls why.)

(Hot Springs)

(His old scars do not stop him from stripping down to nothing and slipping into the hot, inviting water. Celebrimbor needs the heat more than most and he groans in contentment as it helps his body relax. If he is making any of his companions uncomfortable, well, he will apologize. But surely they too are enjoying the effect of the spring?

He stretches out his long legs and winces faintly, feeling a twinge of pain through his right thigh. But it can't destroy his mood. Tipping back his head, he forgets the discomfort and instead focuses on the stars.)

Glorious.

hot springs

[roseofthetyrells]

[Margaery is no blushing virgin, but the sight of the elf stripping down to nothing to join her in the hot spring gives her pause. she's wearing a bathing suit which is more than a bit risqué, but still covers all of the important bits. she found it in the shops today after her elation dragged her on a shopping spree. she has many items of clothing that she's going to take apart and refashion into something new.

but, yes. the hot springs. she's doing her best to keep her attention focused on his face]

Are you enjoying yourself?

[handofsilver]

(If he had been paying attention, he would not have put her in such a position! But it has been done and he gives her a shy, embarrassed smile. His long dark hair, freed from its earlier braids, floats on the surface of the water in gentle waves. The idea of a swimsuit would intrigue him, yet he has often swum in only his skin and he might miss it.)

Very much so! (Celebrimbor laughs softly.) Did I give you an eye full, Lady Margaery?

[roseofthetyrells]

[keep your eyes up, Margaery. it's impolite to stare. she smiles back, intent on defusing the awkwardness of the situation. her long, reddish brown hair floats on the surface and she tries to subtly redirect it to cover herself]

--oh! No! No. Nothing I haven't seen before.

[handofsilver]

(Well she isn't alone in finding her eyes...straying. Celebrimbor is looking a bit flushed. He has noticed her attire and he quickly decided that it accentuates her beauty very well. Too well.

Maybe he should be wearing more.)

I'm glad I haven't offended you. (He shifts to...be cautious.) You are beautiful.

(Not that she isn't always, but -)

[roseofthetyrells]

[she seems to have that problem with everything she wears. even that wretched smock the Faith of the Seven made her wear couldn't mar her beauty.

she retreats into her guise of innocence to keep things light]

Offended me? Not at all. [her hands sit primly in her lap. which helps conceal some skin] Thank you.

[her beauty was famed across Westeros. with the way she's feeling, she accepts them as her due]

[handofsilver]

(That is the problem with beauty. It shines through even when you're in tatters! He is gentlemanly enough to not stare at her. She isn't an object and she deserves better than to be drooled over.)

Maybe I should have sought similar garments. The thought didn't occur to me. (Because, no matter what good he has done, he is a Fëanorian at heart and therefore prone to being a little rash in his joy.)

[roseofthetyrells]

[well, she may not be in tatters, but she's wishing that her bathing suit covered a bit more skin. but it was the most modest one she could find! and there were times when she encouraged drooling, but that was another life]

It only occurred to me because the idea of wearing my kirtle into the hot spring seemed ridiculous. [Margaery has had that problem before, mostly involving poking fun at Cersei when she thought the lion's teeth had been removed]

[handofsilver]

(No, she is too strong to be in tatters. The Lannisters do not understand nor deserve her, but they have a tendency of trampling on jewels - a fact they will regret soon enough.)

You might find it impossible to exit the spring without help! (He grins at the idea.) I think you have made a wise choice. The color suits you.

(No, oh no, he is not going to mention the cut of the suit!)

[roseofthetyrells]

[but Margaery will not be there to see it when it happens]

I will accept any aid that is given to me. [she smiles] Thank you. I know my House colors are green and gold, but I always favored blue.

[probably for the best that he doesn't]

[handofsilver]

(The Elves believe in an afterlife. She will be able to see if she so desires. Or she might find something wonderful to occupy her eternity!)

I would not leave you to prune; you have my word. (He gives her a playful little bow.) Green and gold are a nice combination. The House of the Golden Flower uses those very hues on Arda. I prefer blue too; it is a cool, calm color.

[roseofthetyrells]

[she has something else in mind for her second chance at life. she only hopes that it will come to fruition]

I appreciate your graciousness. [she inclines her head in acknowledgement of the bow] House Tyrell is represented by a golden flower. A rose, to be exact. [she chuckles] My preference is of vanity. Blue goes well with my eyes.

[handofsilver]

(He wishes her the best of luck. He will have more time than he knows what to do with in the Halls of Mandos. Hopefully, eventually, he will be able to be Reborn.)

I have never left a lady in need even if I must embarrass myself to help her. (His eyes widen slightly.) It makes me wonder how else our worlds mirror one another. If ever one arrives named Lord Glorfindel, I will introduce you.

(Celebrimbor draws his hair back, chuckling.)

You will not find me arguing!

[roseofthetyrells]

[she'll need the luck with her endeavors. and she wishes him luck with his]

Surely it won't come to that. These springs are here for our enjoyment. [she smiles warmly] Perhaps more than we realize. And I'd be delighted to make his acquaintance.

[she leaves hers floating in the water]

Thank you. I've always had a mind for what would suit me and what would not.

[handofsilver]

(All he must do is...heal. Then he can be reunited with his family if all goes well.)

True. They have made them easily accessible. (He has noticed some looking a little intoxicated while they use them.) He is the only member of that House that I can recall. I always thought it befitting for him to bear such a title. His golden hair is hard to miss.

(Giving a faint nod, silver eyes thoughtful, he murmurs:)

You can decide what suits others too, can you not? Some colors are sacred or tied directly to one family or another, but to find the hue that makes you the happiest is a defining moment for many. I love silver myself.

[roseofthetyrells]

[Margaery will have to abandon everything she knew, travel to an entirely new world, and find one man out of nearly nine million]

I'll say this much for them, they're a welcome change from the climate we now find ourselves in. [so has she. she's wondered how safe that was. passing out drunk and drowning in a hot spring would be an undignified way to die] Perhaps we'll be lucky--or he'll find himself unlucky--and he'll come to us.

[she relaxes back into the water a bit]

I'd like to think so. I've been making clothing for the people of Hadriel for--goodness, at least seven months! People seem to appreciate my work. And of course you love silver. With eyes like yours, how could you not?

Shore duh XD

[bythewaves]

A song answers him, straight out of memory, the Mingling of the Lights, gold and silver skirling around him playfully.

Maglor looks...lighter. The shadows that darken his eyes less. His hair is neat and his clothes clean, and his smile bright.


"Hello Telpe! You look well, today."

Well of course!

[handofsilver]

Silver eyes brighten, losing all of their storm-like quality in answer to the gentle call. Celebrimbor moves at long last and draws Maglor into his arms with a wordless sound of joy.

"As do you! I have never seen you look so well."

Seeing that hair is brushed and that clothes are clean is only a small part of it. Maglor looks like a burden has been lifted from him.

[bythewaves]

Maglor smiles as he hugs Celebrimbor in return.

"I do feel a little happier at the moment. Some device of our hopes, I suppose, but I cannot bring myself to complain. But there, look at you."

He flicks Celebrimbor's hair fondly.

"Ah, but it does me good to see you smile so."

[handofsilver]

"Why would you complain over feeling happy?" Celebrimbor frowns at him, knowing well that Maglor likely considers himself unworthy of happiness. Clearly he doesn't agree!

"If you fray my braids, I will never forgive you, Uncle." he grins, the expression completely at odds with his threat.

[bythewaves]

"It's not a natural state of being." Maglor says mildly. "To be this pleased without the shadow clinging."

He raises an eyebrow and deliberately ruffles them.

"Ah, and do you not trust me to redo them after?" He teases.

[handofsilver]

"Maybe it should be." he sets his jaw, silently coaxing Maglor to argue with him. He is sick of the shadows; standing in the light is a relief.

Except when his hard work is ruffled!

"Such a waste of time!" he tries to grab at Maglor's hands, though his grip is purposefully gentle. He won't aggravate those scarred palms.

[bythewaves]

"For you, I agree." Maglor says, and grins at Celebrimbor's grab, allowing the catch.

"You deserve all the happiness, my dear one. And maybe I like doing your hair!"

[handofsilver]

"For everyone." he corrects, curling his long, skilled fingers around Maglor's wrists, "All shadows will eventually pass. This is but a taste of what that will be like."

Well, when he puts it that way.

"Then do as you please."

[bythewaves]

"Not I." Maglor murmurs and leans forward to kiss his brow. "But I suppose I can enjoy it while it lasts."