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gondolindrim2013-06-25 03:59 pm
forging_gold) wrote in gondolindrim2013-06-25 03:59 pm
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Turgon: *storming down the street after leaving Lio's, can't believe Lio was shirty to HIM about lying to HIM*
Maglor: *just leaving the restaurant Nelyo's nearly got set up*
Turgon: *walking towards him like he's got a thundercloud over his head*
Maglor: *stops* Hello, Turgon.
Turgon: *halts and looks up, realizing he's on completely the wrong street, wasn't even paying attention* Maglor. Hello. *looks around, what street IS this*
Maglor: Are you alright? You seem...distracted.
Turgon: ...Ecthelion problems. *frowns*
Maglor: *arches an eyebrow* Unusual!
Turgon: Mng. He's been keeping secrets. Bad ones.
Maglor: Do you.. want to talk about it? Or a drink, perhaps?
Turgon: A drink. *had a brandy at Lio's, but wants another*
Maglor: Alone or..?
Turgon: With you wouldn't be bad. *rubs the back of his neck, calming a bit*
Maglor: I mean...at a bar? Or privately?
Turgon: Oh. Privately.
Maglor: *nods* Alright. *starts walking*
Turgon: *walks beside, thinking and feeling better he at least met up with someone he could talk with to distract himself*
Maglor: *lets him into the house* A drink, hmm... *goes into the kitchen*
Turgon: *sits down on the couch, and runs his fingers through his hair as he thinks*
Maglor: *brings out a bottle of cherry brandy and two glasses; pours one for Turgon* Here.
Turgon: *takes* Mmm. I like how this smells.
Maglor: It's a nice one. Sweet.
Turgon: *takes a long slow sip*
Maglor: *sits with his own glass*
Turgon: *relaxing bit by bit* I can't believe Lio was lying to me. And then he got mad at me for calling him on it.
Maglor: Lying about what?
Turgon: ...can't tell you, actually. *rubs the back of his neck*
Maglor: No? A little late, don't you think?
Turgon: Sorry. I am sorry. But it's an important thing. That's why it's so bad he didn't tell me.
Maglor: Well. *sips* I am sorry then.
Turgon: Thanks. Idril was scared. When it was discovered. We didn't know it was his doing.
Maglor: You...are really not making sense to me.
Turgon: Sorry. *rubs his head*
Maglor: Sure you can't explain? It might ease your mind.
Turgon: No. I can't. *mindful Lio said that he employed the cats so, say, Feanor couldn't*
Turgon: *annoyed noise and drops his head on Maglor's shoulder in a frustrated gesture*
Maglor: Mmm. Well, alright. *okay, kind of surprised by that*
Turgon: I don't like being lied to.
Maglor: That's fair. *looks down at him* You're tense.
Turgon: Yeah. Just a bit.
Maglor: Just because of Lio?
Turgon: Yeah. I mean... I'm supposed to be able to trust him perfectly.
Maglor: *nods* And now you don't feel like you can?
Turgon: I know I can, really. This was just upsetting.
Maglor: Another drink?
Turgon: *holds out his cup!*
Maglor: *grins a bit and refills* It's good, right?
Turgon: It's great. *little fuzzyheaded*
Maglor: *rubs his neck a little; cousinly, you know*
Turgon: *leans into it and nearly purrs*
Maglor: *amused* Oh, good too?
Turgon: This is good. Keep doing it
Maglor: *teasing voice* Yes, your majesty.
Turgon: Mmmyes. Royal order.
Maglor: *chuckles* Riiight...
Turgon: No disobeying your king.
Maglor: Hmm. I disobey kings all the time. *still rubbing* Why should you be any different?
Turgon: I'm in a good position to pinch you.
Maglor: I'm in a good position to pinch you too.
Turgon: *shifts position to put a light hold on Maglor* We'll see about that.
Maglor: Oh, we will hmm?
Turgon: Yes. *cheered up and tipsy*
Maglor: Well, at least you're more relaxed now.
Turgon: Yeah. *still holding onto Maglor*
Maglor: *lets his hand drop*
Turgon: My neck rub. *sad voice*
Maglor: I gave you a thorough neck rub!
Turgon: But I want more. Or... pinching. Or something. *not quite sure where to put his hands in the hold*
Maglor: *grins* You want pinching?
Turgon: Wrestling, pinching, whatever.
Turgon: I'm feeling physical.
Maglor: *laughs* This is a new side of you...
Turgon: This is me after some alcohol, really. *seeing how yielding Maglor is to pinnng to the back of the couch*
Maglor: I suppose you ought to drink more often then! *not exactly protesting*
Turgon: Mmm. Fight back?
Maglor: *raises his eyebrows* Fight back?
Turgon: *long-suffering sigh* Yes. Otherwise it's just me half laying on you.
Maglor: *sets his glass aside and shoves his shoulder*
Turgon: Much better!
Maglor: Fighting, hmm?
Turgon: Or something. I don't get to do much of anything physical these days.
Maglor: Not even with Finrod?
Turgon: Not even.
Maglor: *kind of pushes him off balance to the other side of the sofa* Too bad.
Turgon: Ack!
Maglor: *sits back*
Turgon: Maybe I should choose a better venue.
Maglor: Such as?
Turgon: I'm not sure. I'll get back to it.
Maglor: *grins and reaches to take another drink*
Turgon: I don't think I like cats very much.
Maglor: Cats? Well, I suppose I can see why.
Turgon: Yeah. *sighs* I should go home. *stands up unsteadily*
Maglor: Whoa... You don't look like you'll make it home.
Turgon: I'll be fine. Who'd mug the king?
Maglor: *grins* I think gravity is your greatest enemy tonight.
Turgon: Bah! *turns and tips over into Maglor's lap* Ow.
Maglor: See what I mean?
Turgon: Fine. The king requests to stay the night.
Maglor: Does the king also request a bed?
Turgon: That would be nice. The king would like that.
Maglor: Fair enough!
Well, that was...strange.
Maglor: *just leaving the restaurant Nelyo's nearly got set up*
Turgon: *walking towards him like he's got a thundercloud over his head*
Maglor: *stops* Hello, Turgon.
Turgon: *halts and looks up, realizing he's on completely the wrong street, wasn't even paying attention* Maglor. Hello. *looks around, what street IS this*
Maglor: Are you alright? You seem...distracted.
Turgon: ...Ecthelion problems. *frowns*
Maglor: *arches an eyebrow* Unusual!
Turgon: Mng. He's been keeping secrets. Bad ones.
Maglor: Do you.. want to talk about it? Or a drink, perhaps?
Turgon: A drink. *had a brandy at Lio's, but wants another*
Maglor: Alone or..?
Turgon: With you wouldn't be bad. *rubs the back of his neck, calming a bit*
Maglor: I mean...at a bar? Or privately?
Turgon: Oh. Privately.
Maglor: *nods* Alright. *starts walking*
Turgon: *walks beside, thinking and feeling better he at least met up with someone he could talk with to distract himself*
Maglor: *lets him into the house* A drink, hmm... *goes into the kitchen*
Turgon: *sits down on the couch, and runs his fingers through his hair as he thinks*
Maglor: *brings out a bottle of cherry brandy and two glasses; pours one for Turgon* Here.
Turgon: *takes* Mmm. I like how this smells.
Maglor: It's a nice one. Sweet.
Turgon: *takes a long slow sip*
Maglor: *sits with his own glass*
Turgon: *relaxing bit by bit* I can't believe Lio was lying to me. And then he got mad at me for calling him on it.
Maglor: Lying about what?
Turgon: ...can't tell you, actually. *rubs the back of his neck*
Maglor: No? A little late, don't you think?
Turgon: Sorry. I am sorry. But it's an important thing. That's why it's so bad he didn't tell me.
Maglor: Well. *sips* I am sorry then.
Turgon: Thanks. Idril was scared. When it was discovered. We didn't know it was his doing.
Maglor: You...are really not making sense to me.
Turgon: Sorry. *rubs his head*
Maglor: Sure you can't explain? It might ease your mind.
Turgon: No. I can't. *mindful Lio said that he employed the cats so, say, Feanor couldn't*
Turgon: *annoyed noise and drops his head on Maglor's shoulder in a frustrated gesture*
Maglor: Mmm. Well, alright. *okay, kind of surprised by that*
Turgon: I don't like being lied to.
Maglor: That's fair. *looks down at him* You're tense.
Turgon: Yeah. Just a bit.
Maglor: Just because of Lio?
Turgon: Yeah. I mean... I'm supposed to be able to trust him perfectly.
Maglor: *nods* And now you don't feel like you can?
Turgon: I know I can, really. This was just upsetting.
Maglor: Another drink?
Turgon: *holds out his cup!*
Maglor: *grins a bit and refills* It's good, right?
Turgon: It's great. *little fuzzyheaded*
Maglor: *rubs his neck a little; cousinly, you know*
Turgon: *leans into it and nearly purrs*
Maglor: *amused* Oh, good too?
Turgon: This is good. Keep doing it
Maglor: *teasing voice* Yes, your majesty.
Turgon: Mmmyes. Royal order.
Maglor: *chuckles* Riiight...
Turgon: No disobeying your king.
Maglor: Hmm. I disobey kings all the time. *still rubbing* Why should you be any different?
Turgon: I'm in a good position to pinch you.
Maglor: I'm in a good position to pinch you too.
Turgon: *shifts position to put a light hold on Maglor* We'll see about that.
Maglor: Oh, we will hmm?
Turgon: Yes. *cheered up and tipsy*
Maglor: Well, at least you're more relaxed now.
Turgon: Yeah. *still holding onto Maglor*
Maglor: *lets his hand drop*
Turgon: My neck rub. *sad voice*
Maglor: I gave you a thorough neck rub!
Turgon: But I want more. Or... pinching. Or something. *not quite sure where to put his hands in the hold*
Maglor: *grins* You want pinching?
Turgon: Wrestling, pinching, whatever.
Turgon: I'm feeling physical.
Maglor: *laughs* This is a new side of you...
Turgon: This is me after some alcohol, really. *seeing how yielding Maglor is to pinnng to the back of the couch*
Maglor: I suppose you ought to drink more often then! *not exactly protesting*
Turgon: Mmm. Fight back?
Maglor: *raises his eyebrows* Fight back?
Turgon: *long-suffering sigh* Yes. Otherwise it's just me half laying on you.
Maglor: *sets his glass aside and shoves his shoulder*
Turgon: Much better!
Maglor: Fighting, hmm?
Turgon: Or something. I don't get to do much of anything physical these days.
Maglor: Not even with Finrod?
Turgon: Not even.
Maglor: *kind of pushes him off balance to the other side of the sofa* Too bad.
Turgon: Ack!
Maglor: *sits back*
Turgon: Maybe I should choose a better venue.
Maglor: Such as?
Turgon: I'm not sure. I'll get back to it.
Maglor: *grins and reaches to take another drink*
Turgon: I don't think I like cats very much.
Maglor: Cats? Well, I suppose I can see why.
Turgon: Yeah. *sighs* I should go home. *stands up unsteadily*
Maglor: Whoa... You don't look like you'll make it home.
Turgon: I'll be fine. Who'd mug the king?
Maglor: *grins* I think gravity is your greatest enemy tonight.
Turgon: Bah! *turns and tips over into Maglor's lap* Ow.
Maglor: See what I mean?
Turgon: Fine. The king requests to stay the night.
Maglor: Does the king also request a bed?
Turgon: That would be nice. The king would like that.
Maglor: Fair enough!
Well, that was...strange.