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[roseofthetyrells]

[brightly] Please leave your message after the beep! I look forward to hearing from you. Goodbye!

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[so_dark_a_road]

I have suffered enough of its ill intents to last me for eternity. But it is not me I am worried about right now, it's you and those who remain.

[ He squeezes her equally tight and kisses her forehead. ]

We really don't know, though. Who knows, we might meet again? I am not at all certain that this parting will cut off all possibility of that. If my departure works as planned, I will be able to journey the worlds at my will. And I wonder. . . well, I don't know, but you and I have a rapport that might last beyond the barriers of time and space. What if someday I can reach out a hand to you and bring you with me? Would you come?

/snugs!

[roseofthetyrells]

Thank you for your concern, but how can you be sure that this new world will be any better?

[she fights back a fresh wave of tears]

...yes. Yes, I would. I have had my fill of this place and its so-called gods.

/nestles!

[so_dark_a_road]

I can't be sure that any world will be any better. But now I am aware that I have some ability to pick and choose. If a world looks like it has any of the same bad characteristics as this one does, I won't stay. I'll find another, better one.

[ He leans his head against her hair and tries to surround her with his love and care. ]

Then all will be well. [ He smiles. ] I will send you a summons or I will come and get you. If I hover in the Void, I should be able to get close enough to make this work.

/cuddles

[roseofthetyrells]

There must be a better world out there. Perhaps it's Earth, perhaps not. But I have faith in your ability to discover it.

[she clutches at his shoulders with her hands]

That would be lovely. To be free of this place and its so-called gods. . . it would be wonderful.

Voice

[utulien_aure]

Margaery?

[There’s something just slightly off about Fingon’s voice- something too clipped, as though he’s tightly restraining part of himself.]

Are you free at the moment? There is- [His voice catches slightly] I have news for you, and it is the kind better said in person.

Voice

[roseofthetyrells]

[she hears the clipped tone of his voice and fears that it portends nothing good]

...I am. I'm at the house I share. Please feel free to come.

/huggles

[so_dark_a_road]

I sincerely hope there is!

[ He looks down into her eyes, and his are very tender. ]

For you, I want whatever would make you happiest. If you want freedom, then I want it for you.

/snuggles into it

[roseofthetyrells]

As do I. For your sake. For everyone's sakes.

[and hers are wide with emotion]

...what would make me happiest? Is my freedom from this place. There are people I would miss, but I would be rid of the so-called gods if I could.

Voice

[utulien_aure]

Then I will be with you shortly.

[The elf who appears at her door a few minutes later is grim and quiet, with his long hair hanging unbraided over his shoulders.

He greets her with a deep nod.]

Would that I were here under better circumstances. Is there a place you would prefer for us to sit down?

[Fingon knows how attached to her Maglor had become- he's not sure there's a way to break this news easily, but for her own sake and for his cousin's he will try.]

/never lets you go!

[so_dark_a_road]

Then I will make it my mission to free you from this place. I am sure that your friends will miss you, but if you must be free, then you must.

[ His eyes, too, are emotional. How hard it is to let go of those we love, even if it is only for a time! ]

Voice

[roseofthetyrells]

[she curtsies in response.

her apprehension grows in response to his words, but she does her best to keep her courtesies intact]

Perhaps the sofa? [she gestures towards it and waits for him to sit before she does.

and she, too, has become very attached to Maglor. she could tell him anything without fear of judgment and they could spend hours talking about weighty things or nothing at all and simply enjoy the time in each other's presence.

in truth, she'd fallen in love with him, though she knew that such an . . . overture would be met with disappointment. so she cradled her feelings close to her heart and spoke not a word]

/clings!

[roseofthetyrells]

I thank you for it. I will wait and try to be patient.

[it's terribly hard. she's never been good at goodbyes]

/smooshes you

[so_dark_a_road]

A difficult thing to do, in this place. I think it is I that have the easier part.

[ And neither has Curufin. So, they're both terrible at goodbyes! ]

/smooshes back

[roseofthetyrells]

Indeed. For you will be free and I will be still trapped in this place until you find a way to free me as well.

[goodbyes are terrible and she hates them]

/smooshes you twice as much!

[so_dark_a_road]

I will work to make sure that time is as short as possible.

[ Goodbyes are dreadful! ]

/thrice as much!

[roseofthetyrells]

Please do. I'l be waiting.

[they are, so she'll not say it. she'll trust that she will see him again]

/fours times as much! XD

[so_dark_a_road]

I'll be true to my promise.

[ He simply wraps his arms around her more tightly. He does not want to let her go. ]

/five times!

[roseofthetyrells]

I know you will. And I thank you for it.

[that's good, because she doesn't want to let go or be let go]

/we are so smooshed that we are turned into a couple of smoothies

[so_dark_a_road]

It is I who should be thanking you. You have meant so much to me! I would not want to be without you.

[ Even with the trust that they will see one another again, he cannot bear to let her go. Just a few minutes more, he thinks to himself, but the moments go by and still he holds on. ]

Voice

[utulien_aure]

You have my thanks.

[When they are settled Fingon looks at Margaery for a moment, wondering how best to begin. He has delivered ill-news before to the friends and family of his men, but it has never become easier.]

My cousin Maglor has vanished, my lady. There is no trace of him in the city.

[His head droops just a bit.]

I am sorry. I know he cared for you greatly.

Voice

[roseofthetyrells]

[she nods graciously, keeping up appearances while nerves gnaw at her belly.

she looks back, fearing that her apprehension is writ plain on her face.

when she hears what he says, she shoots up off of the sofa and starts to pace back and forth like a caged animal]

--what? No. No. It can't be. He must be somewhere.

[she pulls out her phone and searches through the contacts, looking for Maglor's name. when she doesn't find it, she tries again as she paces]

And I. . . and I for him. But, [her voice turns pleading] surely there must be a mistake somewhere. He can't be gone. He can't.

action; 12/11

[hardwearing]

[ Wash enters the sewing shop the day after arrivals, with a large bag over his shoulder. He looks vaguely troubled, but that expression fades away behind a smile for Margaery when he spots her behind her table. ]

Hey Marg. I've got another job for you... I know I can't pay right now, but as soon as the gods get back?

[roseofthetyrells]

[she smiles at Wash. he's always welcome at the Sewing Shop, even when he doesn't have a job to do]

Certainly! At least, I can try? What sort of job did you have in mind?

mmm, smoothies

[roseofthetyrells]

...then don't?

[she hates the thought of being without her friend]

[hardwearing]

[ Wash sets the bag down and reaches a hand out for hers to greet her properly -- there are only a handful of people he'll greet with a touch and Marg is on the list, even if he's still kind of awkward about it. ]

A friend of mine from home showed up and he's...... a big guy. He's huge, really, there's not much that'll fit him in the shops so we were hoping you could alter some clothes using other clothes? We grabbed extra for materials. Make the sleeves and pant legs longer, that kind of thing.