From: ivrinsun	Date: 09/02/2007 19:33:50

*is two seconds from knocking on the door when she sees you in the room*

*freezes for a second before turning and quickly walking in the opposite direction*

	From: atarince	Date: 09/02/2007 19:37:44

*in a bit of a daze, puts the tie for Maglor on the bed and stuffs the bra into his pocket*

*makes his way back to his own room* *starts haphazardly to collects his things together*

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 09/02/2007 19:42:41

*has beat you there by a minute or so and is curled up in her window seat with a book, just as if nothing's wrong*

*because it's not she's her own woman she doesn't owe you anything blah blah blah if she keeps telling herself that she's sure to start believing it, etc.*

*moves her eyes an inch to watch what you're doing*

	From: atarince	Date: 09/02/2007 19:45:48

*takes your bra out of his pocket and puts it on the pillow, next to the shawl*

*looks around the room, a little confusedly, making sure he has everything*

*begins to bundle it into a sportsbag*

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 09/02/2007 19:47:43

*feels an awful pang of...something in the pit of her stomach when she sees you do this*

*softly* Are you going somewhere?

	From: atarince	Date: 09/02/2007 19:52:54

*looks at you, as if surprised to see you* Oh.

I -- I think I'll bunk down in Moryo's room. You need your space. *frowns* I don't think I've left anything? Oh. Wait. Shoes. *leans down and picks up a pair of trainers* Yes. OK. That's the lot. Right? Right. OK.

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 09/02/2007 19:57:50

Curufin— *cuts off as she realises she has no idea what she intended to say after your name*

*sets her book down and sits up straight, her hands folded in her lap* *doubtfully* I suppose that's—. Probably a good idea? *stands with a sudden movement* I can carry that for you? If it's heavy you probably. Shouldn't.

	From: atarince	Date: 09/02/2007 19:59:54

*picks up the bag* No, no. You stay. You. Uhm. No, it's fine. You've done your part in putting up with me for long enough. I.

*looks at you for the first time* *plaintively* Cáno?

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 09/02/2007 20:04:38

*gets that terrible twisting pain in her abdomen again*

Cáno?

*does not so much choose not to answer this as find herself incapable of doing so*

*lifts the shawl off the pillow, its soft folds sliding through her fingers* What is this? It's my fa—. What is this?

	From: atarince	Date: 09/02/2007 20:10:56

*shakes his head sharply* Nothing. It's nothing. Moryo was "collecting". He told me to take some things for everyone. I thought you'd like it. It's -- it's green. Of course you can see that. You --

*turns abruptly* *softly* I don't know why I -- of course he's better -- a better person. *laughs humourlessly* Except for sleeping with his brother's wife of course.

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 09/02/2007 20:15:59

*bundles the shawl against her chest, both hands clutching tightly*

*feeling your expression rendering her words hollow even as she tries for defiance* Don't try to tell me you actually care.

	From: atarince	Date: 09/02/2007 20:20:23

*glances over at you again* You'll -- you wanted a divorce. *forces a smile* I'm sure Turvo has lawyers with half a brain.

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 09/02/2007 20:25:02

*startled* You...you mean you won't...? *rather stupidly* Yes, I'm sure you're right.

	From: atarince	Date: 09/02/2007 20:29:02

*nods once, quite decisively* Yes. I'll sort it out.

*looks at you again for a long moment* Goodbye, Finduilas.

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 09/02/2007 20:32:59

Oh. I. *lets out a long breath* Oh. I'm sorry. Thank you. I'm sorry.

*her own "goodbye" sticking in her throat* I'm sorry, Curvo.

	From: atarince	Date: 09/02/2007 20:34:09

*forces another smile* Don't be, Finduilas. It doesn't suit you.

*turns and leaves the room*

	From: ivrinsun	Date: 09/02/2007 20:37:55

*watches you go, choked with unidentifiable emotions*

*hurries over to a dresser and shoves the shawl into a drawer*

*stands on the spot for a full minute before taking it out again and pulling it around her shoulders*

*goes back over to the window seat and curls up in a patch of sun*