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Open | Getting all parkour in here

Who: Riley and ANYONE
What: Riley is getting back into the swing of things and that means roof running.
When: D460
Where: Various districts...feel free to pick one.
Rating: PG for her mouth

Riley had been out of touch for a couple of weeks. Honestly, it had sucked because it had kept her from finding away to save Ellie or going down with her. It was a fucked up situation, especially with what her girlfriend knew about what her future was like. She hated that she couldn't be there for her back home but that was kind of the price of being, well, dead.

That really did come up a lot in her mind. Here she could do things for Ellie and be there for her but in the end they'd have to part ways because Ellie lived and she died. Perhaps she should have hated her for that, hated her for all the love she got from everyone too. It would have been fair really. Though it didn't seem like it, Ellie had it going on. People loved her and cared about her. They'd always put her first. Hell, Riley put her first too.

She was jealous. Who had actually given that much of a shit about her since her parents died? Well, besides Ellie.

Not a damn person.

Today, she just needed to clear her head. Then she could go back and be all smiles and laughter for Ellie again since that was what she needed. She needed her to be awesome as fuck and she had to make sure she had her head in the game for that. Which meant she was now running along rooftops, swinging along ledges. It wasn't anything anyone had taught her to do, she'd figured it out on her own and had the guts to bother to try. Practice had made her pretty damn good at it too.

Landing on another rooftop, she took a breath of air and planted her gloved hands on her hips. It was nice being alive. It really was.

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"They didn't fight them. They ran. They ran as fast as they could and they were almost out when Ellie fell. Riley could have been free but that was Ellie. So she ran down and saved her only to be tackled by another. Ellie killed it but Riley knew it was too late. For both of them."

For the first time, Riley pulled off the glove of her left hand to show a scar on it. Teeth.

"They didn't know what to do so Riley decided they'd take advantage of every second they had left. In the end, Ellie lived."

She didn't say that she'd died. It was obvious. Why bother saying it? Letting out a breath, she shrugged and looked up.

"That's the story."

Maglor reaches out once, resting a hand on her shoulder before removing it.

"Riley was very brave." He says softly. "And I am very grateful that you would trust me with this. And... despite all the pains that Asgard brings, I am glad that it has brought you here, to have your second chance, and so that I could meet you."

This story, he knows, he will not forget - a gem to be kept hidden in his heart long after she is gone, and perhaps one day when the time is right, he will tell the story, in a different world to this one, but perhaps not.

Grateful he only touched her briefly and didn't try to hug her or anything, she tried for a little smile. It helped that he didn't show pity, didn't try to correct anything for how she should feel or what she'd done. He'd just listened.

"Yeah. This place is cool."

A smile touches his lips briefly as he returns to his seat.

"I will never understand why your modern language has chosen temperature as it's choice for declaiming how good or bad a thing is."

More soberly. "Asgard has brought many second chances that they might not have had. I am glad that it has, for I would never have known you, else, and my life is the richer for it."

Riley got a laugh out that time. She had no idea why the language was the way it was honestly but it was funny that he pointed it out.

"No idea. But yeah, this place is nice. No idea what'll happen after but hey, I'll take it one day at a time."

"If you are in it, I cannot help but think it will be a brighter place."

Maglor tips his head in inquiry at the cooling tray of tarts. Want one?

Nodding, she took one then gave him a LOOK.

"Wow. That was cheesy," she said around a mouthful of tart.

"I only speak the truth as I see it."

His face is carefully blank, but his eyes twinkle as he tips his head deliberately at her and says.

"Chew."

Riley's face took on a look of absolute mischief as she pointedly widened her eyes.

"Like this?"

Opening her mouth, she chewed the tart loudly and rudely with her mouth open for him to see. Just to be a brat.

He laughs then, bright and clear, and shakes his head at her.

"Exactly so, herunya. But perhaps you would like to close your mouth else you might lose that whole tart to crumbs on the table, and that would be a shame."

Covering her mouth quick so she didn't spit anything out from laughing, she giggled a bit then swallowed.

"This is good. It's nice and sweet." That was her bad habit of eating sweet things here coming out.

"Is it?" He beams happily. "I am glad - it has been a while, and I did not know if I remembered the recipe correctly - the ingredients here are not always the same as they were in my world, either"

"It's sweet. Good enough for me." Popping in the last bit, she licked her lips then chewed it up. With her mouth closed this time.

"It was my mother's recipe" Something old and sad flickers in his eyes briefly.

"I am glad it meets your approval. Think you Ellie might like some? I made plenty."

"Yeah. I think so."

She'd noticed that look. For a second she thought about leaving it alone. However, she wanted to know more about him since he'd asked about her so...

"What was your mom like?"

"Mother?" He smiles, lonely and sad and fond. Since this is Asgard he hums, the soft lullaby she used to sing to them, and pulls up the image of a female elf for Riley to see - red-haired, broad-shouldered, with skin burnt brown from days in the sun and her face covered in freckles, a warm smile on her face.

"Nerdanel was... strong. Physically, and emotionally. Father was fierce and often intemperate - she balanced him, calmed him. For a long time, she was the only one who could sway him from his course, once decided. But she had a restless heart - she liked to wander - in fact, that was how she met father! She was a sculptor of surpassing skill - they said of her that her statues looked almost alive. She was, in fact, a poor cook - father did most of the cooking when we were younger, and then it fell to us when we were old enough - but she loved to bake - the apple tarts were always a special treat, it was one of the few things she could make well."

Riley watched in amazement as the image came forth. She was really fucking pretty and she stared at her before looking over at Maglor to listen to what he was like.

"She sounds awesome..."

"She was. Is, probably." A hand reaches out and brushes the illusion, which fades.

"I miss her - of all the things I regret, this one is perhaps the greatest, that I, that all of us, left her behind, and none had the courage to stay." Softly "She did not deserve that."

"Why'd you leave her?"

It probably had been something greatly important for him to do that. That was what she was assuming at least.

"Father..." He draws a shuddering breath, Feanor is always difficult to speak of, and that time especially so. "By that point, they were estranged, mother and father - it was not unusual, you understand - with tempers such as theirs, they might fight often. But this was... different. They did not live together, they barely spoke, and... when grandfather was killed..."

"Father went... a little mad. I can see that now. But it was a time of great confusion and fear - we, who had never known darkness, had lost all light, and then came the news that Formenos was attacked, grandfather slain and father's treasures stolen. And Father... he loved grandfather above all else, and the theft of his greatest work was insult to injury. He swore... to rest never until they were in his hands, irregardless of what he had to do to get them back. And we... my brothers and I... we swore the same."

"He... went to mother. Spoke to her with fire in his eyes and passion in his words, the same that stirred the hearts of all in the city. But mother is stone, the mountain's heart. She did not move. And she told him that if he went after the jewels, he would go without her. She... begged him to leave her even one son. He refused. And we... were too much cowards to stay - perhaps even then, the Oath was sinking its hooks deep into our hearts. So we left. And now I am the last, and I may never return home."

He smiles at Riley, if such an empty bitter thing can be called a smile. "So you see, you are not the only one who has done things regrettable. At the least you were brave enough to turn back."

"Wow."

Riley finally sipped at her tea. It wasn't as sweet as she would have liked but she didn't make a face and kept drinking it. It did taste good even without extra sugar or honey.

"What would you do if got the chance to go home to her? No strings attached."

"I would fall at her feet and beg her to forgive us." Maglor says quietly.

"To forgive me, for leaving. For failing to save my brothers. For failing to save Father."

She nodded because she could get that. She'd done some epic ass kissing with Ellie. Lighting up an entire mall for one.

"Think she'd forgive you?"

Maglor is quiet a long, long time.

"I... do not know. There are many who say what we did was unforgivable." Myself included

"And yet... " And yet, she is my mother, strong Nerdanel, wise Nerdanel, who saw clearer than all of us, on that day long ago

"You know, I did some really unforgivable shit too. More than I even told you about. Ellie took me back."

If that counted for anything.

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/dumps Nerdanel headcannon on you

/celebrates

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