Daeron blinks, then shakes his head and continues, drawing Maglor back to the light. Gentle light with warm breezes and the cheerful laughter of children. There's a hint of apology and he frowns, clearly troubled.
He wraps the sense of 'Do not fear' around Maglor.
Maglor relaxes, leaning against the reassurance, and his hands return to
his harp, shyly twining thanks around the silver comfort. Those memories he
prefers not to revisit, for they are full of pain and fear and madness.
He gentles the music, continuing to ease the memories of pain from his companion. No need to fear when Maglor is with a half-Maia. Daeron hums along with the music at his fingertips, bolstering the defense around the full elf's mind. Only when he's satisfied does he let the tune trail off.
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Date: 2019-12-11 02:53 pm (UTC)He wraps the sense of 'Do not fear' around Maglor.
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Date: 2019-12-12 12:18 am (UTC)Maglor relaxes, leaning against the reassurance, and his hands return to his harp, shyly twining thanks around the silver comfort. Those memories he prefers not to revisit, for they are full of pain and fear and madness.
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Date: 2019-12-12 05:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-12-12 05:41 am (UTC)A soft sigh, Maglor leaning gratefully into the reassurance.
"I think." He murmurs wryly. "You won that one handily."
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Date: 2019-12-12 05:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-12-12 05:58 am (UTC)"You did not know!" Maglor assures him. "You only led where the music went. I don't mind, truly."