Voice, Open

[bythewaves]

[ Grief, as deep as the sea, as endless as the sky. Pain, like sheeting ice, in the voice that speaks... and for those with ears to hear, a tiny, quiet envy and relief. ]

For those who knew them, the list of those freed from this world now includes the Lady Galadriel and her husband, the Lord Celeborn, their daughter, the Lady Celebrian, the Lady Idril, and Maedhros my brother. Also, the Lady Sif, who counted us as family in lieu of those left in her own world.

Their things are with me, but they left no letters behind.

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[muscovy]

But [He's not sure how to express this, mostly because he isn't sure what there really is between himself and Maglor and what he wants there to be. How do Elves do these things? How is a nation supposed to do this thing? But still...] I won't call him father. [Not that he addresses Maglor that way (at least not for now) but he calls him that around other people. Nations are good at moving on, but the thing with Maglor is that if Maglor doesn't get himself killed he won't have to, because Maglor is not actually mortal, and that is an important point in this equation.]

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor goes still, startled and surprised, and then he pulls Muscovy close, dropping his head to press a kiss against his hair and breathe in deep ]

Oh Muscovy. [ And his voice is thick with tears ] You are far too good to me.

[muscovy]

[Muscovy's grip tightens in response to being pulled closer.] So you will stay?

[He doesn't believe that the answer will yes, but he really, really wants it to be. And he will ask again and again until it is.]

[bythewaves]

As long as I can. Yes. I promise, Muscovy. I will try.

[muscovy]

You should tell me what I can do to help you with that, yes?

[Until he can properly do something, he just wants to be of as much assistance as possible, because even the strongest person cannot bring back people.]

[bythewaves]

Only stay with me, Muscovy. [ So, so quietly ] Don't go.

[muscovy]

I won't.

[He buries his face in Maglor's shirt with a smile; this isn't perfect, but as good as it will probably get.]

Never.

[bythewaves]

Thank you Muscovy. [ Maglor hugs him close and tries to lose himself in the song of the little nation in his lap for a while ]

[muscovy]

[He'll let the Elf do that, though he doesn't sleep again, instead watching him closely in a sharp worry that he'll go even more translucent on his watch.

But it is still nice and warm and safe in Maglor's arms, and he is content just listening to the older male's heartbeat.]