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[mrs_maglor]

*sits in the living room, feeling miserable*

*tries to read*

*winds up staring at the page blankly and hugging her knees*

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[urundil]

*comes in*

*regards you sadly*

*clears his throat* Tea? I was just going to stick on a pot anyway...

[mrs_maglor]

*nods wordlessly*

*lights a cigarette*

[urundil]

*hands you over a cuppa*

He'll come out of this. I know he will.

[mrs_maglor]

*mutters*

Just my fucking luck. Another fucking flashback possessed Feanorian. Is this some kind of genetic thing?