MINGLE LOG: WEEK ONE

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Who: Everyone!
What: The MINGLE LOG for Week One of the Asgard Eventide Reunion!
When: March 1-7
Where: Anywhere in town!
Rating: PG-13 tops! Anything higher than that should be taken to a private log, please.

[ OOC NOTES: Whether you're making a return to the city or this is your first time setting foot into Asgard, the gods and Natives alike sure are happy to see you. This is a catch-all mingle log for Week One! Please check HERE for a run-down on what's cookin' this week. You can feel free to make your own headers, create your own events, or post your own logs elsewhere as you please. Please put [OPEN/CLOSED] along with the time/location of your character in the title of your comment.

As a note: we were super fortunate to have a few of our old NPC handlers volunteer to pick up their old Gods for the reunion! We currently have Hel, Heimdall, Baldr, Thor, Freyr, Mimir, Honir, Asgard!Loki, and also Frigg available for threading. If you'd like to request an appearance from one of these kids, please say so in the title of your comment. Some of us may make our own top-level as well, so be on the lookout for that! A million thanks to our NPC team for being so fantastic, we love and appreciate you so much.

Don't forget to check out the IC Inbox Mingle and the Network Post Mingle in the network comm! Let us know if you have any questions! ]

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[castintoflames]

"I should like to see myself old!" he jests, resting their heads together, "You too, Kano. Silver and white in your hair... Wrinkles..."

Maedhros will love his brother no matter his age.

"Music? I do not think you need his aid in that arena." those are the words of a proud older brother, "I can always use more strength, but flight?"

A flying Fëanorian? Does anyone need that?

[bythewaves]

"I think you would look distinguished!" Maglor defends.

"Or... possibly like someone had shaken snow through your hair." He adds slyly.

He chuckles softly. "I think you are biased there, Nelyo. And I do not know... I think it might be... interesting." Or amusing.

[castintoflames]

"Thank you -" he narrows his eyes playfully a moment later, "Snow on copper autumn leaves, perhaps?"

As opposed to snow or silver on Maglor's ebony strands. His eyes widen and he whispers:

"Will we grow beards?" well that is almost exciting! "I am biased, but I am not clouded by it."

Does that even make sense? Sure it does, shhh.

"No one needs someone as tall as I am flying."

[bythewaves]

"Ooh, I could write something about that." Maglor hums thoughtfully and then laughs.

"I did not, the last time. But perhaps I was not here long enough?"

A smirk. "Oh I think it would be interesting to see - why, you could see even higher than normal!"

[castintoflames]

"As long as I can hear it first." Maedhros taps Maglor's nose to bring his attention back to him, "We have a goal. The first one to grow a beard will...?" he sits back, frowning pensively, "What will be the stakes? Will you make me fly?"

Please don't make him fly, Kano.

[bythewaves]

Maglor blinks, refocusing on Maedhros.

"The first one to grow a beard." He nods obediently "...can... write a song about it!"

Then Maglor appears to work out what his brother is saying and frowns at him.

"But you aren't staying. You're going home, Nelyo. There are people for you to look after."

[castintoflames]

"Not yet; not soon." Maedhros is insistent, hugging Maglor tighter, "I want to see this world and your family."

If and when he returns, he will accept it. But the opportunities there are slim; the chances of something positive finding him are even slimmer.

[bythewaves]

Maglor curls instinctively into his hold despite the scowl.

"Alright. But you promised, remember - that you would look for happiness."

[castintoflames]

Happiness... What does that look like on Arda? Maedhros isn't sure.

But a promise is a promise.

"One step at a time." he whispers. He has to find his way. He has to find a new path.

"I need to...consider."

[bythewaves]

Maglor is fairly sure it starts with F and ends with N.

"If anyone can do it, I believe that it is you." Maglor says resolutely. "You deserve it the most, after all."

[castintoflames]

But said Elf is dead in his time. All he has is Maglor and his ghosts.

"Why do you say that?" he peers down at his brother intently, "Why do I deserve it the most?"

[bythewaves]

Maglor reminds his brother that he's already seen how this story ends stop arguing <3

"Because you gave up the most." Maglor says simply, leaning against his brother and listening to his heartbeat.

[castintoflames]

"And the millennia you lived after me counts for nothing?" Maedhros frowns, softening at the position Maglor chooses, "You are the one who has given up the most. Everything."

[bythewaves]

"You paid dearer than me." Maglor argues.

"You lost your hand, even! And loneliness is nothing next to torture."

[castintoflames]

"Loneliness is torture." Maedhros rocks Maglor soothingly, "Damn this armor..." he shifts to remove at least his breast-plate.

[bythewaves]

"Well... but I'm happy now so you should be too."

Automatically Maglor moves to help his brother with the armor.

"Here, let me."

[castintoflames]

"Fair enough." he grins at the logic and works seamlessly with Maglor to remove the armor, "Thank you."

With the breast-plate out of the way, he embraces his brother again. There. Much better.

[bythewaves]

Maglor has been his brother's hands for so long now, that he could probably help his brother in his sleep, carefully unlatching plates and buckles and helping Maedhros shrug out of the heavy armor.

"Better." He hums in agreement - he can hear his heartbeat easier without platemail in the way.

"You know, we should find a place for you to rest and clean up. I am sure we can borrow a house if my old place is gone. You can have a shower - hot running water, Nelyo! And I will do your hair."

[castintoflames]

A sensation of relief follows the armor being lifted from his shoulders. He wears it far too often - sometimes he even sleeps in it - but he trusts what Maglor says. He is safe here. He can let down his guard.

Besides, embraces are wrong somehow with the armor in the way. Maedhros wants to feel his brother warm and alive. That too is a comfort.

"In the house...?" he smiles in surprise, "What are we waiting for? I will feel more myself that way."

There is still dried blood mixed in with his hair and on his skin. To be rid of it would be nice.

[bythewaves]

"Mmhmm. And there are lights without candles or lamps. Powered by a form of lightning, Nelyo!" If only Curufin was here...

Or maybe not, considering.

"I will come and fetch you if you fall asleep in the shower." Maglor promises with a tease, and gathers up the armor to go and look for accommodation.

[castintoflames]

He shakes his head in wonder, sharing Maglor's enthusiasm and yet the emotion is tempered with a sense of wariness. If the deities could turn on each other and go to war once, what is stopping them from doing so a second time?

He will protect his brother at all costs.

"I do not think I am difficult to please. Some of our kin would be atrocious guests." he follows Maglor, pushing back his hair, "As long as I don't drown, I will be quite happy to sleep in a shower."

If he could sleep at all.

[bythewaves]

Maglor, on the other hand, is obviously at ease here - greeting some of the Natives as they pass, and although he is armed, he does not seem in the slightest concerned.

He gets directions to a place where they can rent a building for themselves, and is heading that way until he stops with a gasp.

"Nelyo look! That lantern has your name."

[castintoflames]

Pride settles in his chest and nearly outweighs his concern. Maglor is so strong - so resilient. He truly has made Asgard his home. Maedhros tries to smile, but it is a ghost of the proper expression and he gives up after awhile.

The gasp has him grabbing his sword, blue eyes sharp.

"...what does that mean?"

[bythewaves]

"It is a gift." Maglor smiles at his brother and balances the armor to fish inside his shirt until he can pull out the small portrait he was given.

"And a joke - I cannot touch it, or I will be unable to let go and um. Get a loud accompaniment until you take it."

[castintoflames]

Slowly, he releases his sword and approaches the lantern, reaching for it. He sucks in a breath when he sees the portrait, unsure if he wants to see his gift.

"What sort of accompaniment?"

Biting his lip, he opens the lantern and reveals another portrait. One that is both a gift and something to make the heart ache.