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02/15/2007 09:17:00
[info]ivrinsun
*makes some polite inquiries about Túrin and discovers he's back at the palace*

*puts on something subtly titillating (hey, it's possible) and heads over there with the intent to Play It Cool*

*is directed to the dungeons by front desk security* :? *makes her way downstairs with considerable trepidation*

*finds Túrin fast asleep on the floor of a cell*

*and that formerly-male marchwarden pal of his equally fast asleep on the bed*

*drops her handbag on the floor with a loud clatter*

Current Mood: annoyed
Tags: finduilas, turin, beleg

 
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From: [info]belthronding Date: 02/15/2007 09:29:06  

*jumps to her feet quickly* Who goes there?

*blinks, a bit bearily, and reaches up to smooth down her hair* Urgh. What time is it?
From: [info]ivrinsun Date: 02/15/2007 09:32:25  

*eyes you with veiled suspicion* Finduilas? I think we met the other day?

*glances at her watch* It's ten o'clock. What's going on here?
From: [info]gorthol Date: 02/15/2007 09:33:48  

*is considerably slower to wake, having had a rough night*

*gets about halfway there before burying his head under his makeshift pillow*
From: [info]belthronding Date: 02/15/2007 09:37:35  

*prods you with her toe* *thinks* Don't desert me now, you bastard.

*to Finduilas* Going on? There's nothing going on, precisely. Túrin just felt he needed to get better and that this was the place to do it and Lady Melian asked me to keep an eye on him.
From: [info]gorthol Date: 02/15/2007 09:40:26  

*gets up reluctantly, rubbing his eyes*

*blinks* Fin? *rubs his eyes again*

*stretches for a considerable while to get everything back into working order*
From: [info]ivrinsun Date: 02/15/2007 09:41:57  

*fastidiously ignores you for the moment*

*to Beleg* Better? Oh. Better. Yes. I see. *does*
From: [info]belthronding Date: 02/15/2007 09:45:58  

So. Yes. He's doing very well. Still a bit queasy and all but he's catching up with his sleep so hopefully we'll be out of here in no time at all.
From: [info]gorthol Date: 02/15/2007 09:50:02  

*punches your arm lightly* 'He' is standing right here. And yes, he is feeling somewhat less like death pretty good.

*walks over near the door and drapes his arms over the crossbars* *smiles a bit shyly at Finduilas* Hi.
From: [info]ivrinsun Date: 02/15/2007 09:51:26  

*melts* *politely enough* Hello.

Can we possibly talk for a minute or two? *smiles sweetly at Beleg* Alone?
From: [info]belthronding Date: 02/15/2007 09:53:11  

*looks up from tidying up the cell* Uhm. Sure? Could you just ask the guards to let me out?

*looks around at the walls and bars* I'm afraid these places aren't designed for privacy.
From: [info]ivrinsun Date: 02/15/2007 09:57:38  

*valiantly refrains from rolling her eyes* Sure.

*goes off to fetch a guard and returns shortly*

*thinks she walks ever so enticingly in these heels*

Thanks, Beleg. *by way of big syrupy fake apology* I'll just be a minute and then you can get back to— *makes a vague hand gesture* —guard duty. Or whatever.

*swaps places with you*
From: [info]belthronding Date: 02/15/2007 10:08:42  

*looks up at Túrin*

*feels a little awkward to say the least* See you, I guess?

*does not feel inferior to Finduilas in any way, oh no*
From: [info]gorthol Date: 02/15/2007 10:17:37  

*cheerfully oblivious* Don't go too far. You're my only means of entertainment.
From: [info]belthronding Date: 02/15/2007 10:22:57  

*is surprised into laughing* Entertainment, is it, honey? Perhaps I'll send back at TV set in my place, after all.

*wanders off to catch up on the Palace gossip with the guards, trying not to think about what you'll be doing with your privacy because, eugh, that's gross*
From: [info]ivrinsun Date: 02/15/2007 10:33:38  

*turns to you once Beleg's gone*

FINALLY. Yeesh.

*leans against the bars and looks at you through her lashes* So you're feeling...okay then? *loftily* You look adslf;adfjsladsjlfasdjfjlk terrible.
From: [info]gorthol Date: 02/15/2007 10:35:48  

*confused* 'Finally' what? *processes your look of horror* Sorry. I really have to learn to control that.

you look terrible

*runs a hand through his hair and laughs* Thanks. If you think this is bad, you should've seen me a few days ago.
From: [info]ivrinsun Date: 02/15/2007 10:38:11  

*looking at their surroundings doubtfully* Whatever works, I guess.

*carefully* And how do you feel otherwise? Have you been...thinking about things?
From: [info]gorthol Date: 02/15/2007 10:41:04  

*quickly* I'm just living for now, Fin. When I go back to... I get disoriented. Confused. I need to be here—now.

*regretfully* You must think me an utter bastard.
From: [info]ivrinsun Date: 02/15/2007 10:42:59  

*nods her understanding* Don't, then. It's not important. As I tried to tell you.

No no no no no no no Yeah. Pretty much. *smiles a little coolly* But maybe there were extenuating circumstances?
From: [info]gorthol Date: 02/15/2007 10:44:09  

*bites his lip* I was a wreck and I took advantage of your kindness. I'm sorry.
From: [info]ivrinsun Date: 02/15/2007 10:47:32  

be strong be strong be strong

*covers quickly in case you can still sense her thoughts*

*shrugs as though none of this matters to her one way or another* If you did, I encouraged you. It had been ages since I'd seen you someone I knew and loved cared about and...I guess I got a little carried away.
From: [info]gorthol Date: 02/15/2007 10:49:29  

*reaches for your hand tentatively*

*softly* I'll make it up to you. I promise. I care about you, too.
From: [info]ivrinsun Date: 02/15/2007 10:51:10  

*pretty much loses all inward composure when you touch her*

That'sreallynotnecessary. *breathes*

I care about you, too.

*squeaks* You do? But I thought you said—
From: [info]gorthol Date: 02/15/2007 10:53:29  

*keeping the memories tied down tightly* I remember that I failed you. I remember that I mourned you. I remember we were friends. We were good friends, weren't we, Finduilas?
From: [info]ivrinsun Date: 02/15/2007 10:54:19  

*hardly trusts herself to speak anymore*

Yes. We were.
From: [info]gorthol Date: 02/15/2007 10:56:29  

Then let me try to make it up to you, won't you? Let me take you out or burn cook you dinner or something and then...and then we'll just see.

*big puppy eyes* Please?
From: [info]ivrinsun Date: 02/15/2007 10:57:29  

I...I...I...I...I...






I think I'd like that.

*squeezes your hand*
From: [info]gorthol Date: 02/15/2007 10:58:29  

*smiles brightly, relieved* Thank you.

*impulsively leans down and kisses your cheek*
From: [info]ivrinsun Date: 02/15/2007 10:59:25  

*can't help herself*

*wraps her arms around your neck, presses her body against yours and kisses you warmly*

*♥ ♥ ♥*
From: [info]belthronding Date: 02/15/2007 11:07:27  

*thinks she's left you alone for long enough*

*carries a tray of food*

*arrives at the cell and is about to open her mouth in greeting*

*drops the tray*

Oh, shit.

*crouches down and starts to gather everything together* *cuts her thumb on a piece of a broken plate* *has no idea why she's so flustered but does not look into the cell again*
From: [info]gorthol Date: 02/15/2007 11:12:13  

*breaks away from Finduilas, startled*

Oh, shit. Here, let me—

*calls the guard to open his cell door*

*drops down and starts helping you pick everything up*

*has no idea why he's so flustered either*
From: [info]ivrinsun Date: 02/15/2007 11:13:54  

*observes all this with something like amused irritation*

*innocently* And here I'd always heard marchwardens were so dexterous.
From: [info]belthronding Date: 02/15/2007 11:15:50  

*sticks her thumb into her mouth to suck some of the blood away*

*starts to babble as only Belegs can* Shit, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt and, man, how clumsy can I be? Wow, this is a bit embarrassing, you wouldn't think that I actually did pretty well in stealth training, ahahaha, and how about I just go now?
From: [info]gorthol Date: 02/15/2007 11:20:23  

*hurriedly* No, no, it's all right, we were just talking up close anyway I think Fin was just leaving.

Are you cut? *with concern* Let me— *is rebuffed* —knock it off! Let me see. *forcibly pulls your hand toward him*
From: [info]belthronding Date: 02/15/2007 11:23:18  

*makes another half-hearted effort to tug her hand away*

It's not fair. You always were the stronger.

*feels unbelievably embarrassed and can't look at you or Finduilas*
From: [info]ivrinsun Date: 02/15/2007 11:26:18  

*glares at you like she sees right through your clever little charade, missy*

*rests her hand on Túrin's shoulder and smiles at him* Well, call me when you make bail, okay? We'll make plans.
From: [info]gorthol Date: 02/15/2007 11:27:43  

*smiles back* Yes, I'll definitely, sorry...yes. Sorry. *shrugs* Injury and all. Sorry.

*seems to be apologizing quite a lot lately*
From: [info]ivrinsun Date: 02/15/2007 11:35:25  

*magnanimously* Of course, of course. Don't worry about it. I've got to run, anyway. *smoothes a stray hair off your forehead*

*lightly* See you soon, darling. *venomously* It was nice seeing you again, Beleg.

*flounces off, still confident she's won this round*
From: [info]belthronding Date: 02/15/2007 11:38:45  

*quietly* Yes, of course. Nice to see you too.

*tries to retrieve her hand from Túrin's grasp again*
From: [info]gorthol Date: 02/15/2007 11:45:35  

*gets to his feet and helps you up*

*irritably* Will you stop fighting me already?! Come on, I'm going to bandage this.
From: [info]belthronding Date: 02/15/2007 11:47:18  

I'm so sorry, Túrin. Shit, I'm supposed to be taking care of you, not the other way round.
From: [info]gorthol Date: 02/15/2007 11:49:25  

*laughing at you* This was all part of my master plan, foolish underling. *winks* I think you need to retake Guarding 101.

*leads you upstairs*
From: [info]belthronding Date: 02/15/2007 12:22:18  

*clasps her uninjured hand against her heart* You wound me with those words. Honestly, anyone would think I'm not the best marchwarden in Delving.

*goes upstairs with you*

*as lightly as she can* If you make any attempts to escape, you will be apprehended. Just so you know. *squeezes your hand lightly (very light because it hurts)*
From: [info]gorthol Date: 02/15/2007 12:29:09  

*very not seriously* You are the Best Marchwarden in Delving. Because I am not currently a marchwarden in Delving. And if I try to escape you may use whatever means necessary to attempt and utterly fail to subdue me. *squeezes back*

*marches you straight to a bathroom and starts raiding the medicine cabinet* *pauses, smiling at you* Are you going to be a big baby when I disinfect this? Don't be a big baby, Beleg. People can hear you.
From: [info]belthronding Date: 02/15/2007 12:33:49  

You're full of shit, Túrin. I could take you down. Easily. I'd even give you a head-start.

*sits on the toilet seat* Please, this coming from the kid who used to wail like a complete woman when I accidentally tripped you up that time? Anyway, I am a woman now and therefore stronger and less likely to wail. Just so you know.
From: [info]gorthol Date: 02/15/2007 12:39:26  

Ohhh, dear. Statements like that aren't going to look very good for you in the deposition. What on Órë will Melian say?

I believe being four feet tall at the time sort of exempts me from exceptionally manly behavior. *laughs* "Accidentally," she says.

*gently wipes away the blood and dabs disinfectant on the cut* *gives you a Look as if reminding you not to cry, you wimp*
From: [info]belthronding Date: 02/15/2007 12:42:55  

*laughs* It was "accidentally", I swear, and I did not know that mortals were that prone to breaking bones. It was a hard lesson for us all, but now I know. *smiles brightly*

*bites her lip* It does sting but I'm not going to cry, you smug bastard.
From: [info]gorthol Date: 02/15/2007 12:46:25  

*wraps your finger neatly* *sincerely* I'd never laugh at your pain.

*lifts your hand to give your finger a whimsical kiss* All better. *more than a little sheepishly* You ought to get a restraining order or something. Bad things happen to you within fifty feet of me.
From: [info]belthronding Date: 02/15/2007 12:50:37  

*smiles cheerfully and places her palm against your cheek* And bad things happen to you when you're not within fifty feet of me so I think we're at an impasse.

*moves her hand slightly* And you really do need to shave.
From: [info]gorthol Date: 02/15/2007 12:55:44  

*wonders how he could have ever failed to remember you* I'll think on it awhile. There must be some solution.

*eyes the bathtub. with feeling.* Yes, and a shower. *pulls his shirt over his head* I don't think even you can protest letting me go free long enough for that.

*sees the look on your face* What? Prisoners have rights, too!
From: [info]belthronding Date: 02/15/2007 13:01:17  

*laughs and stands up* I should probably, ah, give you privacy.

*tries not to blush* *pretty much fails* I'll try not to interrupt this time?

*is vaguely aware that she's standing quite close to you* I'm really not used to you being this much taller than me. It is not good for my ego. *pokes you in the chest*
From: [info]gorthol Date: 02/15/2007 13:07:45  

*with no particular indication of modesty* Yeah, great, thanks. *you're just Beleg, after all*

*whispers conspiratorially in your ear* You can stand outside the door if you think it's just a clever ruse.

I'll try not to interrupt this time?

*can't help blushing a little at that, too* Listen for water. It's a dead giveaway.

*smiling down at you* Oh, I don't know. I kinda like it. *pats the top of your head mockingly*
From: [info]belthronding Date: 02/15/2007 13:12:38  

*glances over her shoulder at the tiny window* Well, I'm sure you can't get out through there. You're far too big and bulky

*wrinkles her nose and looks up at you with her uninjured hand on her hip, trying not to let her look linger in any way because you're just Túrin, after all*
From: [info]gorthol Date: 02/15/2007 13:20:44  

Yuk it up, little person. You'll be glad for the BTUs when it's freezing out and you have to share my tent. *thinks there's something strange about that idea but can't quite put his finger on what it is*

Now listen carefully. *leans over to start running the water* *speaking very slowly* This is reminiscent of a shower sound. When you hear this— *turns off the water* —that's the All Clear. Well. Maybe give me another minute or two after that. Are you writing this down?

*is having way too much fun with this*
From: [info]belthronding Date: 02/15/2007 13:23:34  

Wait, could you go through that again? Slower, please? I'm not sure I quite caught how much of an idiot you are.

*sticks her tongue at you and holds up her uninjured hand in a sign of semi-surrender* I'm going now, I'm going. Just don't use all of the hot water.
From: [info]gorthol Date: 02/15/2007 13:28:52  

*sing-songily, under his breath* I wi-innnn... *looks up at you innocently* What? I said, "See you later."

*pensively* If you don't get hurt while I'm in the shower, it's probably a line-of-sight thing. In which case you'll just have to go around blindfolded all the time. Or me, I suppose. *is so wonderfully logical!*

*doesn't bother seeing whether you're out of the room before peeling off the rest of his clothes* *you've seen it all before, after all*
From: [info]belthronding Date: 02/15/2007 13:32:00  

No need to rub it in, honey.

*raises both eyebrows and smirks* *breezily, in an attempt to hide her embarrassment* Are blindfolds necessary? I rather think they'd take the fun out of things.

*looks at you pointedly before leaving the room* *goes out into the bedroom and flops down on the bed* *turns on the TV and does. not. think. about. naked. men. in. the. next. room*
From: [info]gorthol Date: 02/15/2007 13:38:13  

*turns on the shower and just stands under the spray for an eon or so* *makes a sound like he's just awoken and discovered his bedroom to be made of dark chocolate and money*

I rather think they'd take the fun out of things.

Fun?

*doesn't think about that one too hard*
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