OPEN RP POST

[elfoflight]

Pretty straight forward. You have an idea you want to play out with Finarfin, throw up a starter or plotting comment and we'll go from there. Haven't threaded with me before but want to try something different than how you found this journal? That's fine too! I'm always open to new RP partners. If you have questions, feel free to shoot me a PM if you're more comfortable that way.

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[swanmaid]

She leaned against him, content to let him squeeze her and she still felt as if they shaped comfortably together. Eärwen of course shared his confidence that they would get through any trouble.

"You are too sweet. Too good to me, even after all these years." And the lady didn't want to inconvenience him so soon after their reunion. Didn't want him to spend money she wasn't sure whether he had or not. Eärwen had always had trouble refusing him anything though, one way or another, whether she was on the receiving end or he was.

[elfoflight]

He released one arm from around her to reach up and gently brush silver hair from her face, then cupped her cheek and let his thumb brush tenderly over her soft skin. "You deserve the best I can give. Always have." And always will.

It was hardly an inconvenience. It could even be good for him! Cut down on things he didn't really need, because the one thing he'd been missing was with him again.

Yet he found he was eager to show her around, and finally stepped back only to reach for one of her hands. It was hard to not hold onto her, not for a while, and he saw no immediate reason not to. "The time to walk the streets is best about now."

[swanmaid]

It would be hard for her to imagine him filling the empty space in his heart with things but he was different now. And she was still trying to come to terms with that fact. At least he was still charming, that helped. And kind and full of love.

"If you say it is, I believe you." His hand received a light squeeze in return, fingers slipping between his comfortably before she leaned back against him again, head resting on his shoulder. She would have endured crowds to explore and learn about France with him, exhausting as crowds tended to be for her these days. At least she would have him with her to keep her from falling asleep if it had been too much.

[elfoflight]

Nothing could replace her for him. France, the Nation, tried - hard. But even the heart of the nation was showing signs of the ache in his heart. Now, though, perhaps that would change and Paris would heal and regain it's former beauty and glory.

Her leaning against him like that had him pause and he slipped an arm back around her. "Perhaps tomorrow would be better," he murmured. "Tonight we can stay here. Rest. And in the morning before too many are out, I can show you other things."

[swanmaid]

"No, it is alright. I want to go tonight." She said as she shook her head. Tired as she was from her long search, being with him gave her energy. Enough that she was willing to go out and about rather than rest. Besides, she figured there would be plenty of time for rest. Especially after they'd been about awhile, long enough to get hungry and tired.

"We have missed so much time together, I want to do everything I can with you. I do not want to waste even a moment." Every moment was precious and would be treated preciously.

[elfoflight]

Understanding lit his eyes and twitched his lips and he needed no other reassurance than that to start leading her outside. "No moment can be waisted when you are with me." It just wasn't possible. Every second he could see her smile, or even glare and pout, was worth it.

But if she fell asleep on him, he'd laugh (to himself) and take her home. He'd take care of her, as she deserved.

Once outside, he held onto her just by holding her hand, fingers entwined just as their hearts were, though kept close to her side. He started for the Seine, for the water that ran through Paris. "There is water everywhere, even in modern cities."

[swanmaid]

She couldn't imagine a moment wasted when she was with him either and smiled, moving with him out the door. And there was still sunlight which would have been a shame to waste, a shame to miss looking at her husband in its light. Eärwen had always loved seeing Arafinwë in the sunlight, how it would catch the gold of his hair. More handsome than any of the Valar, she'd always said. Kinder as well, in her opinion.

"Everywhere?" She questioned, giving his hand a little squeeze. The occasional reminder than he was really there was still needed and reassuring.

Once, she might have considered Tirion the height of modern culture but that was before she'd left. And she realized that elves were much slower to change than she'd originally believed her people to be, now that she saw the advancements of Men.