[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

[castintoflames]

"That angers you. You have accepted it because you feel you have no other choice. But that is not so!" he growls.

[tar_minyatur]

"You died Maedhros. What other choice do I have?" Elros growls back, eyes flashing.

"You sent Elrond and I away and then you died."

[castintoflames]

"You...remembered me? You knew...?" Maedhros pales to a lighter shade of blue, "I did not let you go in my heart."

[tar_minyatur]

Elros rolls his eyes.

"Of course we remembered you. Fool! You raised us, taught us, guarded us... when the news came to us of your death... do you have any idea how you hurt Elrond? He's a healer. He failed you. I had to sit on him!"

[castintoflames]

He notices a certain absence and his heart clenches in his chest.

"What of you, dear one? Elrond did not fail me." he smiles sadly, "A Healer cannot repair what has been shattered into thousands of pieces. I was not well when Finno rescued me; I was not well when I raised you and your brother. I was like a sculpture made out of sand."

[tar_minyatur]

"Elrond thinks he did." Elros glares. "You and Maglor were the closest thing to parents we had, and we knew, we knew you were broken. But Elrond always, always wants to heal, and you died."

Still, he says nothing of himself.

[castintoflames]

"I will do my best to set him right should we meet again." Maedhros gazes at him fixedly, "Elros, you speak of his pain so eloquently, but I have yet to hear of yours."

[tar_minyatur]

He looks away.

"You already know I'm angry."

[castintoflames]

"Anger is a surface emotion." he shifts closer, resting his cheek against the side of Elros's head, "You are hurting."

[tar_minyatur]

He doesn't pull away.

"Yes." Is all he'll admit to.

[castintoflames]

"Come here." he wraps his arms around the Man, tucking him close.

[tar_minyatur]

Tellingly, Elros doesn't refuse the affection, and maybe his grip os a little too tight.

Don't do that again

[castintoflames]

Maedhros hums soothingly, resting his cheek on top of Elros's head.

"Thank you."

[tar_minyatur]

Elros nods without moving from the embrace.

"I repay the love that I was given."

[castintoflames]

"You do not need to repay me." he soaks up the rare moment, smiling, "I only want you to live life to the fullest."

[tar_minyatur]

"I'm not doing this because I need to but because I want to." Elros nudges against him.

"And why else do you think I chose mortality?"

[castintoflames]

"How can I turn away such a gift?" Maedhros kisses the top of Elros's head, "I know why. I do not know if I could have withstood seeing you die."

His Elros has no business courting death or being claimed by it.

[tar_minyatur]

Elros snorts in amusement.

"It will be Age that claims me, as it is meant to, I promise. Elrond will never allow anything else."

[castintoflames]

"Age does not deserve you either." he cups Elros's face between his hands, "I love you. I will find you in Námo's Halls and keep you company."

[tar_minyatur]

"That's presuming I wait for you." He winks at him. "I intend to hurry onwards, you know. I want to see what's on the other side."

[castintoflames]

"You will wait." he kisses his forehead, "I will run." he will run faster than he ever has before.

[tar_minyatur]

"Can you even run, in the Halls? Do you still have legs?"

[castintoflames]

"I will use whatever I have left!"

Legs, arms, lips! This is Maedhros.

[tar_minyatur]

"Maybe we will all look like floating glowy balls!"

Elros is going to town with this idea, clearly.

[castintoflames]

"My ball will be red and following yours."

So there. Maedhros rests a hand on his hip, daring Elros to argue.