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hadriel_logs2017-02-20 05:41 am
handofsilver) wrote in hadriel_logs2017-02-20 05:41 am
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Who: Celebrimbor and Curufin.
What: A son and father catching up.
Where: In the house they share with Maedhros.
When: Right here, right now.
Warnings: Cute. Lots of cute.
No matter what occurred, no matter how long or short the days seemed to be, he always went home. The nights contained difficulties of their own thanks to the silence. Celebrimbor's thoughts rushed endlessly then, leaving him helpless in their wake. For weeks, he suffered silently, slipping out of his window for some fresh air or making himself cup after cup of tea. His routine was like a small bandage over a large wound and eventually, he knew he needed help; he needed company to fight back the demons that plagued him in the dark.
Barefoot and wrapped in a soft blue robe, he left his room, using a cane to ease his progress. His staff was ready - newly carved and polished - but using it inside the house struck him as strange. Thus he used some spare wood to make the cane he was using currently; it was simple in design, yet elegant. Celebrimbor never half-completed a task.
When he reached his father's bedroom door, he knocked, tucking his hair behind his ear nervously. He trusted he could go to Curufin for anything, but a voice in the back of his head warned him that he could be inconveniencing him or even angering him.
What have you done for him? Why do you deserve his comfort? You are nothing more than a child cowering in the dark!
What: A son and father catching up.
Where: In the house they share with Maedhros.
When: Right here, right now.
Warnings: Cute. Lots of cute.
No matter what occurred, no matter how long or short the days seemed to be, he always went home. The nights contained difficulties of their own thanks to the silence. Celebrimbor's thoughts rushed endlessly then, leaving him helpless in their wake. For weeks, he suffered silently, slipping out of his window for some fresh air or making himself cup after cup of tea. His routine was like a small bandage over a large wound and eventually, he knew he needed help; he needed company to fight back the demons that plagued him in the dark.
Barefoot and wrapped in a soft blue robe, he left his room, using a cane to ease his progress. His staff was ready - newly carved and polished - but using it inside the house struck him as strange. Thus he used some spare wood to make the cane he was using currently; it was simple in design, yet elegant. Celebrimbor never half-completed a task.
When he reached his father's bedroom door, he knocked, tucking his hair behind his ear nervously. He trusted he could go to Curufin for anything, but a voice in the back of his head warned him that he could be inconveniencing him or even angering him.
What have you done for him? Why do you deserve his comfort? You are nothing more than a child cowering in the dark!