[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]

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.

[tar_minyatur]

"What color would mine be?"

[castintoflames]

"Hmmm..." he hums thoughtfully, "A brilliant sapphire blue."

[tar_minyatur]

"Why sapphire?" Elros leans against him, looks up curiously.

[castintoflames]

"Like the sea; like the sky. It's a powerful, endless color. Mortality might take you, but it won't extinguish you." he speaks the words softly, passionately.

[tar_minyatur]

He burrows close and laughs, happily.

"I always feel like it is something of a miracle I didn't end up with a swelled head, with all these praises you heap on me!"

[castintoflames]

That sound right there is what makes everything worthwhile.

"Let me see..." he traces over said head with his fingertips, kissing Elros's forehead in the process, "No, it seems to be normal size."

[tar_minyatur]

"Are you sure?" Elros grins up at him, content.

[castintoflames]

"I would remember it growing too large." Maedhros smiles softly, "Your head is the perfect size."

[tar_minyatur]

"Ah, but I have outgrown the boy you sent away."

[castintoflames]

"Yes, but the rest of you grew in proportion." he lifts an arm and then playfully examines Elros's leg.

[tar_minyatur]

He giggles at that and leans against him.

"I wanted to be taller than you, when I was younger."

[castintoflames]

"Ah that would not have happened." he looks touched nonetheless, snuggling Elros against his chest, "This height is...most certainly...inherited."

He is not like Thingol.