[Open] They're coming to take me away ho-ho hee-hee ha-haaa, to the infirmary!

[nadasharillen]

WHO: Everyone under quarantine who's sick
WHAT: Attempt to round up all the blueflu affected into a shared space
WHEN: During Phase 3, after quarantine announcement
WHERE: the Gallows and infirmary
NOTES: Please post your relevant content warnings in the headers of responses, all you beautiful hallucinating/sh*t losing butterflies ♥

With the Rifters drifting in and out of memory, the Templar needing a near constant slow infusion of lyrium--some needing to be doped up with sleeping draughts as fast as Colin, Christine, and the others who’ve devoted their time to the pursuit can make them--and the runners moving slower and slower as they sleep less and less, it's decided that moving everyone to a more easily watchable location for care would be the best, and safest, play.

[Nahariel, Colin, Audra, and any others who remain blessedly unaffected and volunteer are headed out to wrangle you... u mad?]

I. This is Fine

Coming (semi-)quietly? Drop a tag here to let us know, or if there's anything you want anyone to know about your movement, or if you want to hang with others in your new vaguely slapdash home. You live here now.


II. You'll pry my room out of my cold dead hands!

They're going to try to push for it, but aren't going to force you. They do need to know where you are, especially the Rifters... who keep being forgotten just this side of entirely. Your location information is going to be taken down, and they'll continue to come visit you. This can be handwaved, or we can thread it out!

[If you'd like your poor sick bb to be dragged out kicking and screaming, go ahead and indicate that in your tag. Alternately, send me a line @ shaestorms and we can figure out how to pry you loose together. Once you're there, throw a tag to whine about it if you like!]

Comments

[seawanderer]

Maglor is here because his brother is. And because it was highly encouraged, because of the sickness even in those who shouldn't be ill.

He's gone from burning, to ice cold and shivering constantly, though it doesn't seem to bother him that much. He's used to being cold.

He raises his voice to twine around Maedhros' song as he snuggles against him, hands burrowing into fabric.

[castintoflames]

The chill runs deep, embedding itself into their bones. But then, sometimes, it dissipates and grows instead into a dizzying heat. Maedhros feels the chill of Maglor's hand and immediately takes off his cloak, wrapping his brother up as snugly as he can manage. Then he holds him again, whispering encouragement against his ear:

"We will Sail this time. This illness will pass like a bad dream..."

[seawanderer]

He hums happily and leans into sheltering arms. For as long as they are both here, he'll enjoy having his brother near again.

"What if we cannot change what is already done, even for having come here?"

He still firmly believes he'll be drowned if he so much as steps into a boat on Middle Earth.

[castintoflames]

He has seen the unbelievable; he has felt the forgiveness of others. If he has somehow earned that then surely Maglor deserves better. They can Sail home. They must.

"Don't think that way." he cautions, resting his chin on Maglor's shoulder, "I believe there is a reason we were brought together again. There is hope."

[seawanderer]

So has Maglor. And yet...

...But basking in his brother's warmth, it's hard to remember that and focus on it. He lets his eyes close as he tucks himself just a bit closer.

"For this world," he answers automatically. He holds none for himself.

[castintoflames]

His warmth can be quite convincing! He has no problem sharing it, either, pressing a kiss or two against his brother's cheek.

"I hold it for you." Maedhros smiles for him, but he looks fatigued, "I won't stop, either."

[seawanderer]

He can't help but hum happily at his brother's affection. He cracks an eye open to catch the smile and returns it.

"It's safe with you, Nelyo." Maglor lifts fingers to play with his brother's hair absently. "...If you are tired, rest. I think that's what they want us to do anyway."

[castintoflames]

Maglor doesn't know how far his brother would go for just that smile. It breaks his heart that he will not see it for the Ages to come.

But maybe...hopefully...after that.

"I am resting." he leans into the gentle tugs, "You can sleep in peace with me, you know. I won't allow any harm to befall you."

[seawanderer]

Nor does Maedhros know just what Maglor would do to stay at his side now.

"You and Elros get me to sleep," he agrees, somewhat ruefully.

[castintoflames]

He likely doesn't want to know; the truth would break his heart.

"Good." he nods his approval, "You should not avoid it when you can get it."

[seawanderer]

Probably!

"I can't sleep all the time, Nelyo!" He protests with almost a laugh.

[castintoflames]

"It would do you good if you could." Maedhros smiles hopefully at the laughter, "Your body is tired, Kano."

[seawanderer]

The laughter fades. "...If I give in, I will cease to be here, Nelyo." He fears he'll become like their grandmother Miriel.

[castintoflames]

"No, you will not." his voice is firm; a command, "You will stay with me. I will be your anchor."

Fear brings out the commander in him. Miriel will be the only Elf who slumbers thus.

[seawanderer]

"I am tired," he answers stubbornly. "I sleep when I have to, and wake when I am reminded." Or when fear and dreams jerk him awake.

[castintoflames]

His anger cracks, revealing his fear beneath it. It isn't fair that he should fear it so. Hadn't he abandoned his brother in nearly the same manner?

"Please don't..."

[seawanderer]

Maglor responds to that fear with a distressed sound and he clings to his brother.

"Then do not ask me to sleep all day, I cannot bear it!"

[castintoflames]

"Kano... Kano..." he speaks a mantra, calling to his brother and trying to soothe him all at once, "Will you rest beside me? I'm tired and my head aches."

[seawanderer]

Maedhros is perhaps the only one who can manage it, though Elros is pretty good at it too. Maglor takes a shaky breath and wills himself to calm.

"I will still be here when you wake, Nelyo. Rest."

[castintoflames]

He pulls Maglor against him and kisses over his hair, a few tears rolling down his blue cheeks. His breathing evens soon enough regardless and he is sleeping deeply. One of his hands, in the midst of his slumber, buries itself in his brother's hair, holding on, reassuring himself.