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"I'm fine," Amrod said, forcing a smile. He got out of bed, his legs shaky. He pulling on a dressing down and went to his nephew, crouching down. "It was just a bad dream. My ammë always said tea helped with bad dreams. Would you like to come get some with me?"

scream :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  quickly  runs  to  their  side.

(Your choice of muse for small Tyelpë)

Amrod jolted awake, sweat on his brow. "Amras...? Oh." His hand went to his chest, that same nightmare again. "Sorry, Tyelpë. Did I wake you?"

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"Oh. Okay." Angrod watched her run off... he should probably stay put. The ocean waves caught his eye again and how hard it was not to run to them.

He couldn't help thinking it odd his cousin could get so dirty fishing. Eel fishing, certainly. But couldn't one just sit on the dock with a pole? He didn't know her that much--he had far too many cousins.

Try as he might, he couldn't resist ambling down the beach to the dark line of sand. He sat so the tide could wash over the gash in his leg. The motion felt so soothing he laid back on the sand, eyes closed against the sun.

“Agarato, you’re bleeding.” Niveien for Anga? @niveien-marillanis

"It'll stop soon. If it bothers you don't look at it." Angrod pressed his bunched up shirt to the cut along his shin, he wanted to call for his brother, but Finrod had, of course, gone off on his own again.

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The forest floor swam before Angrod's eyes. Braced against a tree, clutching at his chest, he spat blood amid the roots.

"Beleg?" Fear tinged his voice; had the marchwarden followed him? His head, his neck, his shoulders. Everything felt too heavy. Unwillingly he sank down to his knees, hand scraping against the bark of the tree.

"Beleg?" A note of panic slipped in this time.

“I know you can manage it, you just don’t *have* to.” (Angrod and Bel)

"And what would you have me do instead? Do you want me to sit down and cry about how much it fucking hurts? Maybe I stay in bed for a week? Hell, why not two weeks."

Angrod's eyes fluttered closed for a second. Fuck, he couldn't get a full breath. Glaring, he stepped into Beleg's personal space, jabbing him once in the chest. "That is a luxury I will not take," he hissed before shoving past the marchwarden.

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Pain hissed through Angrod's bared teeth, pounding behind his eyes, squeezing each breath. He glared down at Beleg's grip. If he'd been younger perhaps he wouldn't be holding himself back...

His arm shot out, yanking Beleg close by his shirt. "Fine," Angrod breathed, a muscle twitch in his jaw. "But not here."

He shoved Beleg once again. He stalked off into the woods, his bloodied cloak snapping behind him. It was one thing for his own people to see him injured, but he could not let the warriors of Ladros see him as anything but immortal.

“I know you can manage it, you just don’t *have* to.” (Angrod and Bel)

"And what would you have me do instead? Do you want me to sit down and cry about how much it fucking hurts? Maybe I stay in bed for a week? Hell, why not two weeks."

Angrod's eyes fluttered closed for a second. Fuck, he couldn't get a full breath. Glaring, he stepped into Beleg's personal space, jabbing him once in the chest. "That is a luxury I will not take," he hissed before shoving past the marchwarden.

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"That's crazy," Angrod said. How could someone just not fish? What about fresh grilled mackerel for breakfast? Fried shrimps! Delicious tuna?!

"He won't mind. He's really nice like that." Angrod tried to be nice like his dad, but it wasn't as easy as he made it look. "Sometimes we don't really catch anything though... I can hold it now." The pain was starting to dull a little.

Carefully he peeked under the shirt so his cousin wouldn't see the cut. Yeah... that was pretty bad. "Oh, it's not so bad. Just a scrape."

“Agarato, you’re bleeding.” Niveien for Anga? @niveien-marillanis

"It'll stop soon. If it bothers you don't look at it." Angrod pressed his bunched up shirt to the cut along his shin, he wanted to call for his brother, but Finrod had, of course, gone off on his own again.

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scream :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  quickly  runs  to  their  side.

(Your choice of muse for small Tyelpë)

Amrod jolted awake, sweat on his brow. "Amras...? Oh." His hand went to his chest, that same nightmare again. "Sorry, Tyelpë. Did I wake you?"

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“I know you can manage it, you just don’t *have* to.” (Angrod and Bel)

"And what would you have me do instead? Do you want me to sit down and cry about how much it fucking hurts? Maybe I stay in bed for a week? Hell, why not two weeks."

Angrod's eyes fluttered closed for a second. Fuck, he couldn't get a full breath. Glaring, he stepped into Beleg's personal space, jabbing him once in the chest. "That is a luxury I will not take," he hissed before shoving past the marchwarden.

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Angrod took a slow breath. "No," he lied. "It's just a little cut." But she looked so worried and he could feel the tremor in her hands.

So he did something he rarely ever did. "I was swimming through the coral, there were so many gobies. And I saw three turtles too. And a clam I think, but it was huge. I bet there was a pearl in that one for sure. I really want to go eel fishing later. Maybe tonight. You could come too? Usually I go with my dad, but I don't think he'd mind if you were there."

“Agarato, you’re bleeding.” Niveien for Anga? @niveien-marillanis

"It'll stop soon. If it bothers you don't look at it." Angrod pressed his bunched up shirt to the cut along his shin, he wanted to call for his brother, but Finrod had, of course, gone off on his own again.

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“Agarato, you’re bleeding.” Niveien for Anga? @niveien-marillanis

"It'll stop soon. If it bothers you don't look at it." Angrod pressed his bunched up shirt to the cut along his shin, he wanted to call for his brother, but Finrod had, of course, gone off on his own again.

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“They say you almost died. You left it that late.” From ELDA to Angrod 🙂

"They're exaggerating," Angrod said softly, partly to sooth Elda and partly for fear it would hurt to speak louder. Warm and callused, his hand gently cupped her face, pulling her close as he propped himself up.

"I'm fine," he breathed, pressing a kiss to her lips. That small kiss turning into another and another, his other hand brushing up the side of her neck. "I would never leave you."

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high pain tolerance starters

“[Name], you’re bleeding.”

“How long has it been like that?”

“Did you dislocate a finger?”

“You’re slurring.”

“They say you almost died. You left it that late.”

“You’re snapping. Headache again?”

“You’re in a bad mood. Are you in pain?”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Hey, why are you walking like that?”

“That’s a lot of swelling.”

“Where did you get that bruise?”

“Whose blood is that?”

“When you say your pain’s ‘4 out of 10′, that’s a normal person’s ‘8 out of 10′. We’re going to the hospital.”

“How did you not notice?!”

“If it hurts, it hurts.”

“I know you can manage it, you just don’t *have* to.”

“Holy shit, how long have you had this?!”

“[Name]? [Name]! Hey!”

“We’re a team. You need to tell me about this sort of thing.”

“That’s … a lot of blood, is that - oh, fuck.”

“Hey! Hey! Stay awake, okay? Stay awake.”

“It would have been a lot easier to treat if you’d mentioned it sooner.”

“You can’t keep hiding this stuff.”

“I need to be able to trust you to tell me when you’re hurt.”

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A little anga and aika ✨

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A pigeon of rare colouring walks along an otherwise empty pier, seemingly minding its own business but then suddenly turns to look at Angrod 👁🔻👁

Angrod stares back. He must memorize this bird. So that he can go and request the most beautiful gown be made for his most beautiful wife. Oh... his most beautiful wife. If only she were here. His ears and tatas sag a little at the thought. But! She will be so thrilled to hear about this bird! Wait... why just tell her... when he could show her!

Angrod reaches in his special pocket and pulls out a handful of dried mealworms. O - O

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"They like other people too." Angrod set the bird down on his knee. He took his cousin's hand, raising it to the level of her eyes. It took a moment to arrange her fingers just so, but when he had he snapped twice softly. A breath later a purplish grey pigeon landed on her fingers, its head bobbing around as it looked between them. "See."

"How do you catch those pigeons without hurting them, Angarato?" Nívëien asked, her head tilting a little in bemusement. (have an OC cousin from my sideblog @pearlmaidenofalqualonde)

Angrod tilted his head too, face scrunching in confusion. "I don't do anything," he said, stroking the soft feathers at the top of the bird's head. "They just like people." He shrugged one shoulder.

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"How do you catch those pigeons without hurting them, Angarato?" Nívëien asked, her head tilting a little in bemusement. (have an OC cousin from my sideblog @pearlmaidenofalqualonde)

Angrod tilted his head too, face scrunching in confusion. "I don't do anything," he said, stroking the soft feathers at the top of the bird's head. "They just like people." He shrugged one shoulder.

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😔 I wish you guys could know Rotten Eggs (aegnor's horse) and Minty Fresh (angrod's horse) like I do but I love them too much to talk about them more.

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Angrod and Aegnor are my ocs but! ☝🏻 they are also exactly how jirt intended them to be. You understand.