Logs:A Crying Girl
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| RL Date: 23 February, 2015 |
| Who: H'vier, Lycinea |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: After Lycinea fights with Farideh, she choose to go to H'vier for comfort. A crying girl is just what he wanted in his weyr, right? |
| Where: Spinners' Haunt Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 3, Month 2, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Farideh/Mentions, Giorda/Mentions, Irianke/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Angst. Back-dated. |
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| The choked sobs are the first sign of Lya's arrival (besides the blue dropping her on the bronze's ledge). She comes in from the ledge at a run-walk-run, her cheeks wet and eyes a little wild. She's probably not thinking clearly, which might explain how she ended up here. Reisoth isn't on his ledge or in his wallow to warn H'vier of the visitor, but the bronzerider doesn't seem very worried about the intrusion. He does seem a little uncertain about the crying. No man likes a crying female. "Lya? What's wrong?" he asks, though he doesn't get up from where he's sitting on his couch. "Farideh," Lya spits the name as if it might clear all the bitterness from her tongue (it doesn't). She comes 'round the couch, with every intention to throw herself against his side and cling, heedless of his work or what her approach might do to it. "Farideh," he repeats without offering up his own thoughts on said girl. H'vier doesn't have much work but what's on the side table, what's right beside him and what's in his hands, so it's easy enough to make space for her when she starts approaching him, even if that might be a habit picked up from other women and certainly not something he'd expect from her personally. He waits for her to continue instead of questioning her further. "She's a horrible, venomous, two-faced, no good floosie bitch," Lycinea seethes, even as tears roll down her cheeks, her face pressing against his chest. "And now she's going to ruin everything. She's going to get me fired and then Giorda's going to kick me out of the Weyr because I can't do anything right except, apparently, work for weyrwomen who aren't even staying forever!" She sobs. It's not pretty. This all takes a moment for H'vier to take in. And he seems hesitant to offer Lycinea any physical comfort before finally settling an arm around her. "I have no doubt she's all those things. But she's not going to get you fired. And no one's going to kick you anywhere. If anything, the weyrwoman might want to take you with her when she goes home. Did you think of that?" "I hope she does! Then I'd never have to see stupid Farideh's stupid face ever again!" Lycinea might not mean that in any other temper, but she's in rare form now. The anger seems short-lived and gives quickly over to the overriding feelings of hurt. Her arms remove themselves from him and curl around her own knees, the sobbing done but the tears still on her cheeks. "Why does she have to be so mean? Why does she try to make me feel small?" Being relatively familiar with women being irrational and dramatic, H'vier doesn't get too worked up about her current temper. But he is listening and he seems to care. "I think that's just the way some women are. People, really, I suppose." He's certainly had his moments. Though he wouldn't attribute his reasoning to himself. "It probably makes her feel better about herself. Some people deal with their insecurities that way." She looks fragile now, with her arms curled just so and her eyes reddened and puffy as she looks at the fire. "What does she even have to feel insecure about? She's beautiful, and smart, and funny, and people want her to like them, and they do what she wants just to get her to like them," this all from the skewed view of a confused teenage girl. Lya sighs, her expression turning glum. "Thanks," comes abruptly, and she looks at him, turning her head only just enough, "For not being a jerk right now, especially after-" she chokes off, looking at the fire. He knows, she doesn't need to say it aloud, especially if he might not remember. H'vier is about to say something before Lya thanks him. That catches him more off guard than it probably should, but he hides it easily enough within a moment. He makes a sound of acknowledgement for her gratitude, but instead comments only on Farideh. "It's not about having something to feel insecure about. Some people, many women, just do. You're beautiful and smart and funny, too, you know." It's not like he hasn't told her at least some of that before. "No," Lya is quick to wholly reject what opinions H'vier applies to her, "I'm just Lya. I'm an unloved screw up that's never been wanted anywhere, until now." The intensity of her gaze as she turns it away from the fire to look at the bronzerider offers him a uniquely unguarded look into the hollow girl on his couch. "I love working for Irianke," she says with quiet fierceness, the kind that comes with unreasonable loyalty. "If she wanted me to go to Igen, I would go. I would," she repeats, as if he might try to convince her otherwise. "But she probably has someone back at home, who does my job better than I do it." Why wouldn't she? The young woman looks sad a moment before pushing herself onto her feet. "I'd better go. I need to get fresh ink and new stationary from the stores." Such is the nature of her job. There's surely something in his face to suggest he doesn't think the things Lya says about herself are true. But H'vier doesn't argue the point right now. He only studies her face, his own relatively neutral. "If she had someone back home, there's no reason they wouldn't have come with her. I see no reason for her to leave you here if you wanted to go back to Igen with her." And H'vier won't try to convince her to stay, evidently. Though it would be, perhaps, a pointless argument just now. Irianke isn't going anywhere for some time. His words seem to trouble her and she hesitates. Lya turns slightly looking at the bronzerider. It's an abrupt change of topic (as her thanks has been before), when she says, "Things aren't going to be weird between us now, are they?" There are a number of reasons she could be motivated to ask this question. "Farideh says-" she starts without thinking and then makes a sour expression. "Screw what Farideh says," she dismisses whatever she was going to say and looks defiantly back to the man on the couch. "They're not, are they?" H'vier frowns at Lycinea, brows furrowed, but it doesn't take long for him to say, "No? Why would things be weird between us now?" As opposed to all the other shit that's happened for things to be weird between them. "Stop worrying about Farideh and everyone else. Well, not the people that give you money. But the people that don't have any impact on your life. Their opinions don't matter." Lya smiles at him, really smiles. "Good," which is in no way an answer to a question she must have assumed was rhetorical. She starts heading around the couch toward the ledge where her pre-arranged ride will soon be if it isn't already, but then her arms are going around his neck in a loose embrace and she's pressing a quick, chaste kiss to his bearded cheek. Without explanation, or lingering, the blonde continues along her way to the ledge, as if nothing happened. H'vier watches her. There's not much else he can do at this point. It's no doubt a little baffling when she pauses to hug him and kiss his cheek, but all he manages is to turn his head after her once she's heading to the ledge to say, "Have a good day, Lya." Teenage girls, man. |
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