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[dohaeras]

bkstrts & psls.

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[callmeadar]

[It wasn't as if he was going to confess to secretly loving eating babies or something, it had to be something before Angband, because he refused to think anything about that place was him at his best.

Besides, even if it was true it would have ruined dinner.]

Two handfuls, whenever I could manage it. My tunics often turned pink. She grew a lot of fruit in our garden, there was always something to nibble on.

[dohaeras]

Really? Strange. [ He tosses his braid back, sitting straighter. ]

My name is in fact Strawberry of the House of Fruit, first of my name —

[callmeadar]

[He raises a brow, but cannot even keep his expression half serious.]

If you just want to go to bed, you could simply say, my dear Strawberry. [Not that he gets up, he instead draws Aemond closer to give him a kiss, his thumb stroking fondly over his cheek as he does.]

[dohaeras]

Why should I want to go to bed?

[ Laughing as he sways into the kiss, he turns his cheek to feel Adar's thumb there. All the banked nervous energy from the fight is coming out now, the shock reasserting itself in the form of ignoring it. ]

[callmeadar]

Well, Strawberry of the House of Fruit, I did mention I used to grab handfuls of them and it inspired a sudden revelation about your name. [He laughs, kissing the tip of his nose, then the bridge, then right between his brows.]

It did seem like you were wishing to be a handful.

[dohaeras]

That's my real name, how dare you.

[ Blithely, he sticks his nose in the air once fussed and continues to eat to make a point that he is not lying, and he is very much serious. ]

I can't believe this is how we end it.

[callmeadar]

[Adar only laughs more, shaking his head as he picks up another piece of sandwich.]

I saw some strawberries covered in chocolate last time I was at the castle. Perhaps we could get some for our parting gift.

[dohaeras]

I will be broken-hearted but I shall see to it, only the best for my ex-lover. Mmm.

[ He tries whatever Adar is eating because Adar is eating it, swings and roundabouts. ]

What is the strangest thing you have encountered up at the castle?

[callmeadar]

[The sandwiches are good, meat and salad and some kind of complimentary sauce on thickly buttered bread. They aren't fancy, by any means, but if truth be told Adar has quite enjoyed rediscovering perfectly normal foods.]

Hmm. Well, there was this charming man who I let wake me up in the middle of the night and didn't even want to stab him.

Also, a machine that plays music without any little musicians or obvious mechanics... It just spins around and there is sound.

[dohaeras]

[ He's jealous for a split-second before realising it's him. He's the man. D'oh. ]

I've seen that. And their little slabs light up and they can hear one another across vast distances, we should try to utilise that.

[ After today. ]

[callmeadar]

Much more convenient than the palantír, and more common as well. We should try them. [He doesn't need them, not at all, but he will keep the small noisy thing on him if it makes Aemond safer.]

[dohaeras]

We can call them the palantír version-two.

[callmeadar]

At least Fëanor didn't make these ones, making them remarkably less likely to be cursed.

[dohaeras]

This Fëanor isn't very good in the forge, sounds like. Silmarils aside.

[callmeadar]

His problem was never in the forge, but instead everything he did outside of it. He could turn anything into a war or a creeping dread and never have meant to do it.

[dohaeras]

Sounds like my uncle then, only he would fully intend to.

[callmeadar]

Probably a good thing that Fëanor died and turned into ash, then. No chance of him meeting any uncle of yours.

[dohaeras]

I'm not sure Fëanor would have survived the meeting.

[ Is that some small, mild, begrudging pride? Aemond thinks the only person who could actually fight an elf is Daemon. ]

[callmeadar]

As much as I hate to say it, because his spirit is surely able to know I am and is gloating about it somehow, he was the best of us. He had more power... more... essence, strength, whatever you would call it than any other elf. So much so his mother decided to go lay in a garden and die after he was born because he took so much from her. She refused to return. [More or less, it's not that important.]

[dohaeras]

[ That's the funniest shit he has ever heard and he cracks up laughing, wondering who the hell would just go lie down to die after giving birth and otherwise being perfectly fine. What a dramatic fucking elf family.

Tipping sideways into Adar, Aemond cackles. ]

They sound ten times worse than my family, by the gods.

[callmeadar]

[If you were faced with raising Fëanor you might too, to be honest. Adar chuckles though and gently wraps Aemond closer to him.]

He also had seven sons, some of whom had children of their own, none of whom ever knew the concept of relaxation... so very probably, yes.

[dohaeras]

Her laying down to die, as a choice ... that's fucking ridiculous.

[ He lies down himself, head in Adar's lap where his laughter turns to snorts and giggles, chin tilting up as he can't stop. ]

[callmeadar]

Elves can decide to give up their bodies. She wouldn't come back, though. Her husband is the only elf to ever have a second marriage because he wasn't half as done as she was.

[His fingers stroke fondly along Aemond's cheek and jaw. He liked him like this, easy and happy. it was surprisingly nice.]

[dohaeras]

[ That has him squinting up at Adar, reaching to brush his fingers along the imperfections carved into his skin. ]

How much stronger you are then, for staying.

[callmeadar]

I am not sure I ever considered it an option... and Angband was a strange place, it may well have not worked had I tried.