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Akibel Mowar is on his way home from the blacksmith's when he spots it. People are shrieking and fleeing from it, which seems reasonable, as it's a fuckoff huge snake with a mirror for a face. A big mirror.
Kib can't so much flee. He can shriek - he can lurch in the direction of the nearest house and try the door - it's locked. He can amble briskly...
He can break into a run when the snake gains on him and fall flat on his face.
And he can get eaten up.
And it's too bright too bright too bright and he flings his arm over his eyes.
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secondchance
"And I shouldn't have put it on you," Maitimo says, "that was thoughtless. Though I am glad you liked me well enough you'd tell me about the destined murderous future, I could probably have had that without -"
"I think you are not treating your happiness as sufficiently urgent," says his father. "I didn't bring it up to scold you, as I said you have good taste. It seems a complication well worth inviting."
"Only if you want me removed from power," Maitimo says, "which I know you do but I think you're wrong about that."
"I think you are not treating your happiness as sufficiently urgent," says his father. "I didn't bring it up to scold you, as I said you have good taste. It seems a complication well worth inviting."
"Only if you want me removed from power," Maitimo says, "which I know you do but I think you're wrong about that."
secondchance
Kib sighs. "I can try harder? The entire concept of secret relationships is largely unfamiliar..."
"Or we can be around each other in public less, or be pointedly distant when we are. Or I can try to arrange that it's assumed you have a hopeless crush on me, I'm not sure if that'd invite particular complications..."
secondchance
"Well, if anyone learns any facts about my personality they might notice that nursing hopeless crushes isn't in there."
Maitimo smiles fondly at him.
"Hopeless crushes are in my personality," he says, "but I don't think we'd be able to make it work in the reverse - if nothing else, people'd assume that if I was so internally twisted as to want him at all I'd presumably not care what he thought about it -"
secondchance
"I mean, if you were stalking me, telling you to fuck off possibly while near something large and possessed of moving parts would be me in spades," Kib says.
"If I were so inclined -" he sighs. "Never mind. I do not think that's a tractable avenue of not having political difficulty."
Maitimo squeezes his hand.
secondchance
Squeeze. "I thought I was doing a reasonably good job of not checking you out or sighing conspicuously. I was not aware just how many tells there were to watch out for."
"Are those things you are frequently tempted to do? And my mother is extraordinarily observant of people - she has to be, it's how she can capture them so convincingly."
Maitimo leans back and sighs. "Thank you for the warning, Father."
"You could always," Fëanáro says, "abandon politics and do something meaningful with your life, and then it would not matter what people said about you."
Maitimo stands. "I'll keep that in mind."
"We love you," Nerdanel says.
"Love you too."
Maitimo stands. "I'll keep that in mind."
"We love you," Nerdanel says.
"Love you too."
And they leave.
Sorry.
Very exactly my fault, I should think.
My decision to start a relationship with someone who wouldn't have had any practice at concealing one. You also don't need to look protective at me. My father doesn't really hurt my feelings. We just grate at each other like sandpaper if there's not a common cause in between us as a protective layer.