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05/22/2007 19:00:00
[info]irisse
*feels remarkably restless and realises that it's because of two things: (1) she hasn't seen her cousin in a while and (2) she's getting cabin fever*

*figures that the best solution is one that deals with both of these things* *requisitions her brother's private jet and flies to Himlad*

*wonders irritably why Turco's servants are keeping her waiting at Himlad's doors*

Current Mood: annoyed
Tags: celegorm, aredhel

 
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From: [info]tyelcormo Date: 05/22/2007 14:13:08  

*is still in bed*

*sends down word that while you are welcome to stop for a rest on your way somewhere else, he is indisposed to receiving visitors today*
From: [info]irisse Date: 05/22/2007 14:16:40  

*is not remotely appeased by this* *marches upstairs and knocks on your door*
From: [info]tyelcormo Date: 05/22/2007 14:18:38  

*didn't really hold out much hope you would be*

*groans* WHAT.
From: [info]irisse Date: 05/22/2007 14:26:21  

*in an ice-cold voice, through the door* I can only assume you are ill, my dear, to treat me so poorly.
From: [info]tyelcormo Date: 05/22/2007 14:29:04  

*trudges over to the door, half-dressed and disheveled*

*unlocks it and opens it* *is absurdly relieved to see you* *equally coolly* If you don't mind, I appear to be in the middle of some sort of breakdown. I'm terribly sorry if it inconveniences you.
From: [info]irisse Date: 05/22/2007 14:32:26  

*feels something crumple a little inside her* Oh, Turco.

*restrains herself from touching you* *puts her hands on her hips and addresses you in as stern a tone of voice as possible* You look terrible. Get into that shower right now and I'll talk to your staff who, by the way, are being particularly rude and recalcitrant today, about sorting out breakfast.
From: [info]tyelcormo Date: 05/22/2007 14:37:37  

*tiredly* Of course they are. They've been catering to more than one son of Fëanáro for days but they're no less lazy than ever. *because it couldn't be him, oh no*

*manages a small smile* You will try to mother me to death, won't you, my love? *goes in to take a shower nevertheless*
From: [info]irisse Date: 05/22/2007 14:42:22  

*calls in to you* You can be sure that I will not rest until you are my stubborn, darling cousin again.

*goes downstairs and orders your servants about to her heart's content*
From: [info]tyelcormo Date: 05/22/2007 14:48:31  

*follows you down a long while later, at least looking a little more like himself again*

Breakfast, at this hour? Are you trying to spark a mutiny, my dear? The staff will begin thinking they may wake so late every day.
From: [info]irisse Date: 05/22/2007 14:57:23  

*sits down, daintily crossing her legs* Oh, you need not fear mutiny. I have had words with them. Come, Turco, sit. Eat.
From: [info]tyelcormo Date: 05/22/2007 15:02:35  

*sits* *pushes his food around on his plate with his fork*

*glances at you* So. What possessed you to fly all the way out here for a visit at this precise moment in time, darling? *realizing something a bit belatedly* It's rather spur-of-the-moment for you, wouldn't you say? *tWitCh*
From: [info]irisse Date: 05/22/2007 15:33:08  

*looks at you* Since when have I been anything other than spur-of-the-moment, my love?

*shakes her hair back over her shoulders* Who know? Perhaps I sensed that you were vexed and I do so hate it when you're vexed. Or perhaps I just wanted to get away from Hísilómë for a while.
From: [info]tyelcormo Date: 05/22/2007 15:41:22  

*lays his napkin on the table and pushes his chair back, having not eaten a single bite* When I said "for you", what I actually meant was "for me".

Don't mistake me—you're still a sight for sore eyes. But I wasn't lying when I said I was unprepared indisposed. *stiffly* If you, of all people, are to take stock of my ills, I think I really shall go mad.
From: [info]irisse Date: 05/22/2007 15:44:24  

*shakes her head, a little sadly* You know that I love you, best of all, don't you? You know that you are perfectly flawless even if you are the most stubborn, the most correct, and the most underfed of all my cousins. You are not hungry?
From: [info]tyelcormo Date: 05/22/2007 15:52:23  

*softly* I know you do. *in a rare moment of unaffected truth* Sometimes I wish you wouldn't.

perfectly flawless

*tonelessly* There is plenty of time for food. At the moment I fear I cannot endure it.

*promptly* Cáno was here. Did I tell you? No, I didn't. *tenderly to the point of distraction* It's been ages since I've seen you.
From: [info]irisse Date: 05/22/2007 16:28:52  

I cannot help it. No more can you.

*firmly* It has been ages. How is your brother? Is he still a genius? I suppose he is.
From: [info]tyelcormo Date: 05/22/2007 16:36:44  

Truly. *looking distressed* If only it were not so taxing.

*blinks* Yes, he is. He brought me one of his anthologies. *vaguely* I think I skipped to the wrong sonata, though.
From: [info]irisse Date: 05/22/2007 16:44:44  

It is not taxing, my love. It is simply a challenge to which I rise.

*looks across the table at you, careful to conceal her worry* And your other brothers? Are they as scandalous as ever?
From: [info]tyelcormo Date: 05/22/2007 16:51:40  

*his eyes flickering toward you and away again* Loving you is taxing. Loving is. How could it not be?

*in a frayed sort of voice* I would assume so, &Irissë. Moryo at least takes up with the most ghastly—and Curvo? Curvo has gone to Menegroth and I feel quite certain he's managed to do something utterly ridiculous but really, how should I know? I haven't seen him in ages, either.
From: [info]irisse Date: 05/22/2007 16:57:25  

*gently* Oh, my darling. Do not fret. I hate it when you fret because it makes me fret and I hate to fret.
From: [info]tyelcormo Date: 05/22/2007 17:05:52  

I'm not fretting. What have I to fret over? It feels as though there are a thousand tiny things but when I lock myself in with my thoughts I cannot name a single one. Not one.

*braces his elbows on the table and holds his head in his hands* It is not my will that you should see me this way. A thousand things. *looks up at you angrily* Do you not have a child to tend to? Something??
From: [info]irisse Date: 05/22/2007 17:13:53  

*as calmly as she can* I have a child who is in the care of his uncle. His uncle who is a rather better parent than I.

*twists her hands together* *forces out the words* You want me to leave, don't you?
From: [info]tyelcormo Date: 05/22/2007 17:20:07  

Yes, I want you to never leave. Is it just now dawning on you? *brutally* And while I have no doubt that your brother is a superior parent, I daresay the little half-breed brat will pule like an animal if he discovers his precious mother absent for longer than five minutes. Even Findekáno does not deserve such a racket.
From: [info]irisse Date: 05/22/2007 17:25:12  

*looks at you as though you are the most despicable thing she's ever seen mostly because she can't believe you said all of that to her*

*stands up and smoothes down her dress*

*calmly* Good day, Tyelcormo. Enjoy your thoughts. *turns and walks from the kitchen, holding herself perfectly straight, determined to show no weakness until she gets to the private jet*
From: [info]tyelcormo Date: 05/22/2007 17:30:22  

*breathes a sigh of relief? anguish? once you've gone*

*definitely does not permit any thoughts on whether you'll actually speak to him again* *does think he'll at least finally have some peace and quiet*

*which he proceeds to immediately shatter by blasting Sonata #4 as loud as it will go and drinking far, far too much wine*
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