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I mean far be it from me to cause more
drama in this family full of
pretentious princes but I think I
could solve our cash flow
problem if you lot would STOP
KILLING MY BUSINESS PARTNERS.
- Morifinwë ‘Caranthir’ Carnistir, to his brothers, cousins, and assorted followers, the Silmarillion, on more than one occasion.
Caranthir in the Halls~
Date: 2021-04-15 01:33 pm (UTC)(There was, if he is honest, several extremely bad... months? days?... periods of time - where he had NOT been sure that he was dead and... it was messy, and he much prefers not to think about it)
Of course, once he was healed enough to (1) realise he was dead (2) not need to cling like a child to his father or his brothers...
He ran.
Of course, he'll deny utterly that he ran.
He just
Beat a strategic retreat.
That's all.
Too many people, too many questions he didn't want to answer
HE LIKES BEING ALONE ANYWAY SCREW YOU HE'S NOT HIDING HE JUST LIKES THIS NICE QUIET CORNER OF THE HALLS JUST FINE GO AWAY.
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Date: 2021-04-15 03:46 pm (UTC)Her prickly husband was just...delayed. Even after she knew he'd died - she knew, for she watched the tapestries unfold as they were woven and displayed around the Halls.
It's one of the newest tapestries that she's plopped herself down before that she has the impression of running feet heading her way. The sense that she needs to follow...as they run right past her. She'd know that form anywhere. Eyes snapping in annoyance, she pushes herself into a run - familiar enough by now to know she just has to wish to be fast enough to be fast enough.
"Get back here" she snarls. As if she's not worried over her Caranthir's behavior. "Don't make me grab you by the ear." because she will.
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Date: 2021-04-16 02:12 pm (UTC)"Haleth? What are you doing here?"