Logs:(Un)Deserving
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| RL Date: 28 October, 2015 |
| Who: H'vier, Tayte |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: H'vier arrives home to find the mother of his children waiting for him to make a bid for his re-entry into their lives and address the why of his choosing to leave them to begin with. |
| Where: Spinners' Haunt Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 15, Month 2, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Tahvra/Mentions, Tayre/Mentions, Vikram/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Tayte cameo~ |
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| The blonde is seated on his couch, drinking his booze; she's a visitor in this weyr, but a comfortable one. Her sky blue traveling cloak is draped across the back of the couch and she has a bag snugged up against her thigh, no doubt the home of the hides on her lap. Tayte hasn't been idle, it seems, while waiting for H'vier to return home, reading as she sips from the tumbler. Notably, the weyr hasn't been cleaned, or even tidied. The sounds of Reisoth's landing are unmistakable, though the bronzerider talking to the dragon for several moments while he presumably removes straps and the like is less intelligible. When he finally comes into his weyr, H'vier is shrugging out of his jacket. It pauses, though, as he does. "I wasn't expecting the pleasure of your company tonight," he says, continuing through with his jacket and hanging it up near the entrance. "Pleasure might be the wrong word for it," Tayte answers distractedly as she finishes with the topmost hide before shuffling the lot into the bag and closing it carefully. "You wouldn't come to me, so..." Here she is! She stands to turn toward the bronzerider, but doesn't move away from the couch as she sips on her drink. "I'd like to talk." There's a rumble of agreement. H'vier already isn't taking much pleasure from her company. "How about we don't. I'll have someone come pick you up. I won't even make you wait outside," he says as he turns to his wardrobe to look for something less leathery to change into. "I have a ride arranged," Tayte's words are matter-of-fact. She crosses to him then, hand reaching as soon as she's near enough to lay her fingers across his forearm. "Havi, please. Something's not right and we may not be together anymore, but I still care. Something hasn't been right for months. Your children miss their father; Tayre keeps asking where you are, Tavi asks when you're coming next." Her tone is gentle, her eyes concerned. He stills when her hand touches him, turning his head to look at her, his own expression masked in neutrality. "I don't want you to care, Tayte. And I don't know what you want me to say. Tell them I died. Tell them whatever you like." H'vier pulls his arm away from her hand and thinks better of changing. Instead he moves past her to head for the booze, grabbing a bottle and rounding to the sofa to sit on the side away from her cloak. "I'll take that under advisement," Tayte's buoyant humor colors her tone. She doesn't seek to maintain the contact once he so plainly breaks it, but she does follow him to the couch. "I want you to tell me what's going on. I want you to tell me why you don't want to see them. I know you love them. You've loved them since they were just ideas," when they were still in the making. "Just-- talk to me, Havi. You used to talk to me," this is a gentle reminder. "We used to love each other," H'vier reminds her with a weariness dissolving some of that mask of his. He takes a drink from his bottle, deliberately avoiding looking at the mother of his children. "I hurt the people I love. You know they're better off without me in their lives, Tayte." "You talked to me before we loved each other, too," Tayte counters, settling next to him and holding out her glass. "I don't think they're better off and I don't think you would hurt them." She's quiet a moment before asking, "Did you hurt someone you love recently?" "Did you think I would hurt you?" he has to wonder, tilting the bottle to pour a few fingers into Tayte's glass before taking another drink himself. "There's no one to hurt right now. I intend to keep it that way." H'vier draws in a slow breath and lets it back out at a similar pace. "Besides. You found them a new father." "I thought you would break my heart if I let you have it," Tayte's soft words are gentle. "You had more than enough skirts to choose from and I was jealous from the start." Her candid reminiscence is punctuated there by a swallow of her drink. "No one can replace you, not to them, not to me. I told you once that you would always be their father; that hasn't changed, Havi. You deserve more-- much more-- than a lonely life. You should find happiness and love and in a different way than your dragon who probably rarely shows what he feels," she guesses. "There aren't many skirts now." It's offered as though H'vier expects Tayte to take some comfort in that fact. "I deserve precisely what I have. That's why I have it, isn't it?" He turns his head to look at her now. He truly believes what he's saying. Then again, Tayte knows how well he can lie better than most people. "No," Tayte won't be swayed by such arguments. "You have what you have now because you've decided it's what you deserve and you won't let yourself have those things or take those risks that might just make you happy." She must be thinking of their children, but her words have broader implications. "You could have more skirts, I'm sure, if that was your goal. Maybe you finally want more than a skirt." "I'll think about it, okay? Just go, Tayte. Leave me to decide what I deserve and whether or not I'm happy with it." H'vier looks from her to the ledge. It's time for her to go. Tayte's ocean eyes hold sadness as she looks at the bronzerider. In another life, she might've stayed, but this isn't her life anymore. "Think about it," she echoes, "they miss you," their children, the reason she's here. With that, she rises, collects her bag and cloak and leaves the glass, heading to the ledge to return to her life, her world, the place she now belongs so distant from here. |
Comments
Jo (18:26, 30 October 2015 (PDT)) said...
Good to see Tayte still kicking around, but this was a sad scene~
Squishy (21:30, 30 October 2015 (PDT)) said...
It's raining on my face.
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