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09/05/2007 20:04:00
[info]moriquende
*makes his way over to a certain apartment complex, having collected plenty of ANNOYING—but relevant—but ANNOYING data over the past few weeks*

*gives the super some sob story about how the tenant's not home after he (Eöl) promised he'd be there to personally diagnose some malfunctioning mobile devices sometime between the hours of eight and four*

*is let in and promptly goes to work installing hidden surveillance devices all over Tilion's apartment*

Current Mood: irritated
Tags: eol, tilion

 
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From: [info]ilinsor Date: 09/06/2007 16:57:14  

*comes home and sees that his front door is ajar*

*cautiously pushes it open another inch and peeks inside* Hello? Hello, thieves?
From: [info]moriquende Date: 09/06/2007 17:01:54  

*hops down from a chair, having just finished installing a camera in a light fixture*

*loudly* Yep, shipshape. *dusts off his hands* You shouldn't have any trouble getting a signal in here.
From: [info]ilinsor Date: 09/06/2007 19:48:31  

*walks in the rest of the way*

*good-naturedly* Oh, did I...not have a signal before? It was a bit touchy at times but I figured that was something to do with the caves.
From: [info]moriquende Date: 09/06/2007 19:59:47  

*thinks fast* Your lady friend called in for service this morning. *innocently* The missus?

*packs away his tools neatly*
From: [info]ilinsor Date: 09/06/2007 20:16:14  

*confused* Írissë called you? *quickly* Oh, we're just—she's my girlfriend.

*would of course not be able to miss the waves of hatred and malevolence pouring off of you if he bothered to take a few seconds to read you* *but is a little preoccupied at the moment* My girlfriend.
From: [info]moriquende Date: 09/06/2007 20:25:52  

*blinks in (apparent) surprise* The White Lady of the Noldor? My Perfect Pretty Princess? She of the Magnificent Arse? She's your girlfriend? *pastes on a manic smile* Last I heard, she was still living happily ever after with her incredibly sexy husband and kid. Happily ever after.

*thinks that last part may have been a bit much. oh well.*

*smiles!*
From: [info]ilinsor Date: 09/06/2007 20:32:33  

*his face lighting up* Oh, you know her? No, no, that was a long time ago. Pretty bad piece of business as far as I know.

But sit down and have a cup of tea. She's just in town shopping but I imagine she'll be back before long.

*goes into the kitchen*
From: [info]moriquende Date: 09/06/2007 20:36:35  

*weighs the risks of possible blunt trauma associated with seeing Aredhel again against the joy of potentially seeing Aredhel again*

*oh, it's no contest, really*

*takes a seat at the kitchen table* *amiably* Yeah, sure. We go way back. *vaguely* To the day. You know, the Day? As in "back in"?
From: [info]ilinsor Date: 09/06/2007 20:45:30  

*nods* Right. Years of the Trees and all that? *does sort of wonder a little bit whether all Aredhel's friends are men*

We haven't been together that long, but... *shrugs* *unabashedly* She's an amazing woman. But I'm sure you know that...sorry, what did you say your name was? *honestly believing every word of it* I've never known anyone at all like her.
From: [info]moriquende Date: 09/06/2007 20:51:12  

what did you say your name was?

*perfectly straight-faced* Morrie.

*senses the beginnings of a masterful strategy falling into place in his mind* *actually hopes for once that Aredhel doesn't turn up before he leaves*

*cheerfully* Oh, yeah. She's amazing, all right. As long as you know how to handle her. Otherwise she can be a little difficult. *laughs wildly* Women! Can't live with 'em, can't shoot 'em repeatedly and with feeling and that was a joke.
From: [info]ilinsor Date: 09/06/2007 20:54:55  

*looks slightly troubled* *thinks this over while he waits for the water to boil*

Difficult? Really? *feels like a bit of a schmuck for even going down this road but privately thinks he could use all the help he can get* What do you mean by that, exactly?
From: [info]moriquende Date: 09/06/2007 21:03:31  

*folds his hands neatly on the table*

Well...okay. *helpfully* Let me give you an example. She puts on this tough, independent woman act, right? But deep down she's just a scared little girl who wants to be loved. And barefoot and pregnant. All the time. And kept snug and warm in her safe-deposit house all day. *offhandedly* Really, if you've been together even a month and eight days, I'm not sure things will go so hot for you if you haven't even proposed yet.
From: [info]ilinsor Date: 09/06/2007 21:07:43  

*sits down across from you*

*with frank surprise* Proposed?! My thoughts exactly. That's jumping the gun a bit, don't you think?

barefoot and pregnant
kept snug and warm in her house all day

*doubtfully* That really doesn't sound like Írissë. Are you sure we're talking about the same woman here?
From: [info]moriquende Date: 09/06/2007 21:13:21  

*raises an eyebrow* You love her, don't you? Who wouldn't love her? Have you met anyone who doesn't love her? I need to know so I can cross them off the Threat List and add them to the Too Crazy to Live List.

*taps his temple* *with zen-like calm* It's all mind games, don't you see? I was her only company best friend for years and years and years and years and years. Don't you think I'd know what she's really like?
From: [info]ilinsor Date: 09/06/2007 21:18:42  

Have you met anyone who doesn't love her?

*idly thinks he could probably name some people, if you really wanted to know*

*stammering* W-well, yeah. Sure. I mean yeah, I love her. *coloring faintly* I just finished a poem about her.

I was her best friend

*thinks something about this sounds a bit off but can't immediately think what it is*
From: [info]moriquende Date: 09/06/2007 21:21:29  

I just finished a poem about her.

*snorts tea up his nose and pretends it was a sneeze*

*grins* Oh, go on. Let's hear it then.
From: [info]ilinsor Date: 09/06/2007 21:38:44  

*apprehensively* It's pretty long. I can't imagine you'd want to hear the whole thing. But the end of it goes like this:

*clears his throat*

More bountiful far than meadows fair / Which spring with blossoms copious / My feelings do not stand foursquare / But flow e'er like a Möbius / Strip. Endless if not illusory / Think not that they're compulsory.

If love compels in black and white / Full force, not blurs in gradients / It's simply that at any height / I'm blinded by your radiance.
From: [info]moriquende Date: 09/06/2007 21:41:04  

*...*

*...*

*bites down hard on his tongue*
From: [info]ilinsor Date: 09/06/2007 21:42:20  

*sighs wretchedly* It's horrible, isn't it?
From: [info]moriquende Date: 09/06/2007 21:48:03  

*must not laugh* *can't answer* *must. not. laugh.*

*thinks you can interpret his flaring nostrils and tears of pain as genuine emotion or some shit*

Ith— *lets up a little* It's—

*utterly seriously* Aredhel loves "poetry". Hideous, Eruforsaken Heartfelt "poetry" is the best of all.
From: [info]ilinsor Date: 09/06/2007 21:49:50  

*enormously relieved* Really? You're not just saying that?
From: [info]moriquende Date: 09/06/2007 21:54:04  

*handwaves* Go for it. She'll be eating antacid tablets for weeks out of the palm of your hand.

*pensively* Oh. And she did spend a fair amount of time in the House of Fëanor, growing up, so you won't want to skimp on the engagement ring. I'd say at least four carats and nice and tasteless.
From: [info]ilinsor Date: 09/06/2007 21:55:34  

*comes around the table to shake your hand vigorously* I owe you, Morrie. I owe you bigtime.
From: [info]moriquende Date: 09/06/2007 21:56:57  

*stands* *smugly* My work here is done. Oh yes.

*returns to the living room to collect his toolbox*
From: [info]ilinsor Date: 09/06/2007 21:58:30  

*follows you, still carrying his teacup*

Wait! Aren't you staying to see her? She'll be sorry she missed you.
From: [info]moriquende Date: 09/06/2007 22:01:32  

She'll be sorry she missed you.

*chuckles* Do you know I've been telling people that for years? Occasionally at gunpoint?

*lightly* Nah. I'll see her next time she's in town. I wouldn't tell her I've been giving you the inside information, if I were you. She'd know the game was up.
From: [info]ilinsor Date: 09/06/2007 22:13:36  

*doesn't quite know what to make of you and your odd sense of humor*

*does also work for Oromë, however*

She'd know the game was up.

*touches the side of his nose* Got it. Mum's the word.
From: [info]moriquende Date: 09/06/2007 22:15:08  

Good boy. *brightly* Toodles!

*leaves*
From: [info]ilinsor Date: 09/06/2007 22:16:25  

*cleans up the tea things after you've gone*

*heads out to buy the biggest diamond he can find* *♥!!*
From: [info]moriquende Date: 09/06/2007 22:19:08  

*only wishes he could be there to see it when Aredhel kicks you out of your own home into the street*

*will, of course, be watching in high-definition, at least*

*with popcorn! and possibly a root beer float. floats are very underrated.*
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