don't let it fool you

"Mmm... I like that idea." Aurora was a busy-body - going to and from making sure that her responsibilities as Chancellor to the Lunar Elves were never overlooked. Even her 'breaks' were tied into lighter productivity... yet this was nothing productive. Somehow, however, moments like these had begun to feel just as important to the lunar elve. "If you order, I'll make the table," Aurora murmured as she lightly shut her eyes again, a hand resting over his chest. She couldn't bring herself to fear the passing of time as she settled into Farenduil's arms and let it pass. A part of her would always care and love who Marcus Caruso had been but he never came to mind anymore. What helped greatly from Aurora's past with the father of her children was that she had already gone through the difficult thought process of loving someone that did not have as much time as she did. With Marcus, Aurora had already learned that rushing and worrying didn't let her appreciate what she had in the moment. And what she had now was far too precious not to enjoy.

"I'm not, and you didn't even answer half my questions." Mery tilted his head now, looking at Farenduil expectantly. This was a big deal – an archfiend around, his father, and he had to avoid everyone else in the meantime. His wedding – he was sure Faren was jealous, that had to be the reason he didn't answer him. Looking at his very human brother, he stopped in front of him. "I made a beach here, one you can visit. But I know you want something....simple. Human. Mortal. Look at you, Faren. Is this what you really want?"

"Would it be so bad if it was?" He has his plans, his thoughts that keep him up at night when he feels hellbent on being discontent in one way or another. Time had once felt so vast, daunting even, and he'd felt happy to live in the moment at first. But he could see it in Mery's eyes, it was the same kind of look Aurora gave him every now and then. The worry, like they knew he was slipping through their fingers, the sand was moving through the hourglass faster now. Farenduil had all but switched places with Micah now, his son, his brothers, the object of his affection, they'd all outlive him like this and he doesn't know if he's strong enough to leave them in such a way, not really. "I have someone I need to speak with at Lupercalia, don't ready my plot in the cemetery just yet." He gives his younger brother a gentle nudge to the ribs, smiling softly before he gives a slight shake of his head.

"Sorry man," Vidal said sheepishly as he picked up the drone he'd put together and tried to hold it steady while it buzzed furiously to be liberated from its capture. "this one's a real rascal." He muttered a word as magic discreetly pulsed from his hold and the buzzing suddenly stopped. "I'll have to try this one again, I don't know, maybe it thought you were a threat or something." This guy didn't really look like a threat, he just looked like he'd been trying to read a children's book in peace. "Are you alright?"

"No threat here." There's a mild bitterness to it, but he's smiling a bit at what he figures has to be some kind of young witch. Could be an eladrin with an animation skill of some sort, but he didn't think that was the case. "I'm fine, what were you doing with that?" Elbows on his knees, he looks from the contraption to the young man. People in the parks flew things all the time but this was certainly something else. Quite ambitious, and for a moment there Farenduil does feel really old.

Winter surrounded the elf, freezing the world around her every step. But while the Lunar Chancellor slept, so did much of her magic. Her elven body would never be hot-natured but it held within the warmth of life, something that Aurora thought many times over she'd never have again once the brutality of war or the Otherworld took it away. Nowadays, nightmares still plagued Aurora but, for the first time in years, nothing had disturbed her sleep. She slept long, only waking once she felt the sun rays beating down on her back and something soft and gentle brushing against her skin. Memory returned like a shock, and than a caress of joy and tranquility as she found herself smiling before her eyes ever opened. A day of walking along black sand beaches and the billowing tall grasses, talking and laughing until the dusk. Aurora remembered bringing Farenduil home and then... not leaving. No, she was here, blissfully sore and rested at the same time.

"I was thinking breakfast in bed, honestly." He leans into her touch just a little at first, as if he's almost hesitant, before he relaxes. There's this little voice in the back of his head that hadn't quite been there before that tells him he should get up and out of bed, that he should be doing something in the essence of time. And yet at that moment, head in her hand, Farenduil can't bring himself to think that time between the two of them is wasted. "Could order from that brunch place everyone is crazy about." Rolling onto his back and settling into the pillows, an arm draping over her waist. It's a little tentative, the way he kind of holds her to his side, the sheets tangled around their feet. "I have something to talk to you about." It would seem he always did, they talked all the time now about nothing at all, but this was something somewhat important to what on this plane they were even doing.

There was a hopeful feeling towards Farenduil's words, though it was minor. For Aegnor knew that much of himself had been lost. To his death, to the Underdark, to the path that still stretched out before him. Once upon a time, he had treated the realms as his personal playgrounds. He had known that eventually he would become king, and the days of a carefree attitude would be placed behind him. His death had only seemed to expedite such a thing. Perhaps, though, it was not lost forever. "It's a sentiment that I hope you're right about," for it seemed that they all would very much need it.

"You're still you." He can tell even through the slight hesitance that still seems to sit there between them. There's years of lost time between not just them, but between the two of them and Mery. Time they'd had together that their little brother wasn't privy to, hadn't been around for. The three of them were all they had now with Titania gone. "She did this to me, you know. Mother." Hands in his pockets, Farenduil gives a slight nod towards himself, his present human status. "I thought even then that it would be the last time I'd ever see her."

"I thought you would share my morbid amusement with how different things are now." There's still a lilt of humor to it but it's somewhat contemplative, a thought a loud. They used to talk about everything and nothing at all in the gardens and while there were no sunflowers in the forest, this might as well be that. "All three of us have changed in ways that have rocked the very foundations of who we are and yet I feel like we're very much the same at our core." Even Aegnor, it's not even something Farenduil can put a finger on, not really. But he's standing there with his brother this time, he has been for quite a while now.

@farenduil location: Parco Savelo notes: local boy seeks a father

One thing he's not quite ever going to let go of is just reading in wilderness. That's further now and so the various parks make up for that when he doesn't feel like venturing further. Out of his comfort zone in terms of literature, he's finally picked up that 'Narnia' series and he's just getting past Lucy meeting Mr. Tummnus when he hears a shout. Looking up, he manages to roll over just before whatever the hell that thing is comes crashing. It looks like one of those things some people flew around except this one looks like it's.....That's definitely an empty Coke can. It doesn't look like there's any room for technology in the metal carcass which can only mean one thing. Sitting up on his elbows and securing his paperback in his back pocket, Farenduil can't help but let out an amused huff. "Of all the things to do with magic."

"So you have met often," Robin confirms, a spark of delight on her carefully light tone as she bumps her shoulder against Farenduil. As much as she truly does enjoy gossiping, her attempt to tease the former fey lays more on her desire to bring a smile or a blush upon his cheeks, anything to distract him from the reality in which his mother sacrificed herself for the common good. What Titania had done is commendable, but Robin worries that with Farenduil's already set tendency for melancholy, the grief would not leave him. He might be human now, but he grew up as a fey, and she is sure the long lasting melancholy he is used to would kill him in his fragile shell. "But you have not ventured outside? That cannot do. We must do some recon and find good outing spots, then. The Saturnalia market, for example, sounds fantastic."

"I appreciate you trying to spice up my love life," He doesn't, not really, and yet he's terribly amused that there are those that seem semi-involved. After everything that had transpired the last year, the concept of dating should be a breeze. It's not, not because he didn't think it was very apparent between the two of them that there was something there, but because where did they go from here? Maybe he'd have to consult with Yavie, maybe Hayliel even. "What I need is to find something to do that's now wandering the house." He points out, thinking of Micah with his job at the herb place, that would be something.

A long list had formed, of the mistakes that Aegnor had made. From the one in which had seen him leaving Farenduil alone, to those that were made under the compulsion of false servitude. His loyalty had been to Ayi'ig, to the wants and whims of a queen that had named him her heir. She had wanted the Otherworld, Farenduil and Meryasek had stood in the way. In the end, he was not sure he would ever cease to repay his youngest brother for restoring the memories long lost. To reminding him of who he was, of who he could still be. Despite the blood that no longer linked the brothers together. "I would never find cause to accuse you of such a thing," he stated, as he came to a halt. Farenduil had every right to avoid him, to proceed with caution around him. Aegnor had indeed made it his mission to kill Meryasek. A thought that made him shudder whenever he was reminded of it. "I can only hope that you will forgive me for the pain I've caused."

who? @farenduil where? old frascati notes: doing the randomize top songs thing and got dead man walking by city wolf

“Would you prefer that I’d given it to you?” Meryasek teased, though his gaze didn’t move from the remembrance for Titania. He missed her; he wished he could have one of her sprites flitter around again, a memory that she was always nearby. He’d spent hours make her a crown of jacarandas once, and now it sat upon the statue, waiting for Meryasek to pick it up once more. “I have a court now, that’s one in the same. The Chancellors can do it by themselves, and so can I. Arvandor was all I wanted, a remembrance of Hyperborea –” he’d wanted this, for so long, and now they were here. “Mars – I want to talk to him. But what would I say?” An archfiend, the half that gave him hellfire, and an archfey – the one who gave him his song. “I don’t even know how to be what I am.” He missed Spring. He missed the way it came to him, how he could be a breath of fresh air, or the storm that struck down those who ventured into it. “I wanted to make all of the realms and courts myself. But the Chancellors cry when they’re left out, you know.” All he felt he'd deserved was the crown, and that still rang true.

He chuckles at the idea of Mery passing said crown to him, gives a shake of his head. Because they both know that's far behind him now. Instead he focuses on what his younger sibling is saying, what he's worried about. They're both suffering a bit of an identity crisis, it would seem. Things are so different now, but Farenduil can't shake that they're the same still, the two of them, at their core. "You're being too hard on yourself. One day at a time." He nods to affirm the statement, it's one he's told himself in the mirror over and over again the last few weeks. It's simple, but it's doing something for him, maybe it'll help Mery, too.