Logs:After-Party: Heart To Heart
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| RL Date: 21 January, 2013 |
| Who: Azaylia, Barnabas |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| Taikrin's Turnday Party] Bones helps Azaylia through some lingering issues. |
| Where: Azaylia and Hraedhyth's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 7, Month 11, Turn 30 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: H'vier/Mentions, Iolene/Mentions, I'kris/Mentions, Taikrin/Mentions |
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| Azaylia and Hraedhyth's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr Accessed via a narrow staircase from the Weyrleader's Complex, or from the broad, sunny ledge beyond, this weyr was clearly designed to be for one of the weyr's junior queens. Spacious, but not extravagant, it boasts a well-sized outer room, narrowing in front the well-sized dragon couch and ledge beyond. Much of this main room has been turned over to a couch and several chairs, which circle the hearth and the blue rug set down in front of it. There's a low table here, too, set in the middle of that rug. A tack-cupboard stands tidily behind the couch, keeping out of sight a rider's paraphernalia. Three low steps lead up onto a peculiar little landing, just large enough for the brand new desk and set of shelves that have been placed there. Here, too, there are definite pointers to the lived-in state of the weyr: the desk could in no way be described as tidy. Behind the desk, a narrow passage leads in an inner set of chambers, made up of a sleeping cavern and a private bathing area. A decent-sized bed fills much of the space, the mattress piled high with overstuffed down pillows and comforter. There's a nightstand on either side, and against one of the other walls, a tall, heavy wardrobe made from a dark wood that matches the bed. The bathing area is part of the same cavern, a folding screen shielding the toilet and slightly raised, double-sized bathtub built into the stone, and a small shelf to hold toiletries. Unusually, the walls, ceiling and floor of this weyr have all been whitewashed thickly, covering the natural stone. The hearth is brand new, too, as are most of the built-in fittings, as though they have recently needed to be replaced. Even so late into the evening, the Snowasis is still packed with rowdy riders, making it easy for a certain weyrwoman to sneak out. There's no party like a Glacier party, 'cause a Glacier party don't stop. Azaylia stumbles into her weyr. Partly due to the amount of beer she has choked down to be polite, and possibly because her eyes are closed in a yawn. Fingers splayed before her open mouth, the goldrider gives a delicate squeak before walking further into her faintly lit weyr. Hraedhyth is in her own wallow for once, though there is a bronze body tucked in with her. Emerging from a shaded corner of Azaylia's weyr, the first sign of Bones' presence is undoubtedly the the heavy clomping of his thick leather ankle boots. The second: Pearly white smile catching what light there was left in her weyr. And the third? A... potted plant? Indeed, long arms are circled wide around a a pot of earth that must weigh nearly as much as the goldrider herself, with high green stems of what resembled leafy green bamboo. The plant is taller than he. "Azaylia! Uhhh, hi!" He's forced to grunt and set the plant down at the end of her couch, breathing heavy from the lifting and putting his hands on his hips. "I was just... I got you a present too!" Lucky for Bones, that soft, scared squeak isn't enough to have anyone come running. There is a startled snort from Hraedhyth's wallow, though in the same moment Azaylia realizes who it is, the gold dragon gives a low snarl of annoyance. Stupid hairy thing. With a hand on her chest, eyes roll up to the large man with an expression that strains on pleasant. Just like old times, until, "O-oh. You didn't have to. It's so green." Approaching the plant, she reaches out to touch one of the stems before glancing at him from the corner of her eye. "...There's nothing hidden inside is there?" The man's open mouthed breathing takes a short break for the soft laugh that leaves him, having to buckle over at his waist and put his hands on the tops of his thighs. Lifting the plant was hard work. "Hehee, nah. I couldn't afford two of those things. You'd be surprised how much women'll spend to get off proper." He closes his mouth finally, taking in a long deep breath through his nose before standing up properly. "Woo! This sucker's heavy. Need a little break before I drag it up to your bedchamber. Also... speakin'a bed chambers and gettin' off. What the hell you doin' home so early without a date?" His prying into her business isn't without it's reasons. "I left early so I could sneak this sucker in here for ya. Lemme guess, H'vier hit on you and turned you gay? Ha!" Since it has been deemed safe, Azaylia will take a moment to stroke along the plant's vibrant leaves. The cost of Taikrin's big black dick gets no response other than a tired little sigh. Alright, so it was a thoughtful gift, considering the birthday rider. "My bedchamber?" That's a surprise, not that the woman is disagreeing that it won't look nice in the private nook. His question has her hand pulling away from the plant, an openly tense expression on her face. "No." She defends. "A-and... that's none of your business." As close to a snap as he's heard, she gives a nudge past him in order to put some sobering klah on the fire. Still catching his breath, he rubs at the back of his neck with one hand while the other stays resting on his hip. Smile can't help but fade a touch, feeling his words land on her a little harder than he intended. "Hey now, I ain't meanin' to tear the guy down anythin' serious. If he is your cup'a klah well, y'know..." he trails off, left slightly bewildered by the sharp edge in her tone and manner. "Y'alright? You seem kinda..." again he trails, trying to put it delicately if possible. "... tense." That'd do. Azaylia may place the pot down a little harder than she intends to, flinching at the sound. She crouches to stoke the fire to something more than just a pile of smoldering embers, "I'm fine." Her words are heavy with drink, standing up straight once more with a faint wobble. Rather than turn to face him, she reaches up to adjust the little carved animal figurines on her mantle. Now the smile will disappear entirely, his breath caught enough to watch the girl in a moment of silent observation. Clunking pots, wobbling legs, and the dreaded f-word? Bones knows the dangers of stereotyping well and good, but he also knows the propensity of fine to mean it's opposite from time to time. With a deep sigh he bends over to unlace his heavy boots, leaving himself to cross the room towards her barefoot. There is a less intimidating clomp to him that way. "Yo Zee?" One of his heavy hands goes to her shoulders, standing right behind. "How about I take care of that eh? Just chill on the couch and I'll handle the klah." There's a short beat before he adds. "And maybe you can tell me what's eatin' ya?" The runner figurine is moved closer to the little wherry chick, a simple distraction to keep Azaylia's hands busy and her back turned to the man. She makes an attempt to shrug off his heavy hand, tense shoulder rolling beneath his palm. "It's nothing important." Instead she decides to duck from under his hand, a quick motion that has her stumbling some towards the couch that usually acts as his bed. Sitting down heavily onto it, she places her hand over her eyes to stop the weyr from spinning. Not enough water consumed at the party. Did they even have any non-alcoholic drinks? Bones' heavy hand is bucked off without much trouble, leaving the big man to question precisely how to go about things. He is't experianced in the realm of comfort. Almost the opposite in fact. "Zee, you're a shit liar y'know that right?" Still, she's done as he asked, and now he is the one tending to the klah. "It ain't just that you're smashed, you woulda copped to that one. So what's the deal? Can't find a decent man? I feel ya, they can't all be as pretty and charming as me, hehehe." Joke is at least spoken softly to spare her head. "Not that I buy all that better half bullshit. Ain't no problem stayin' solo and just crankin' one out when you need it." As he tends the klah, shirt and vest are tugged up over his head and tossed over to the couch, thankfully landing wide of the goldrider. The night is cold, but he's willing to endure it until bedtime. At least he still has on his pants. Azaylia splays her fingers in order to give Bones' bare back a stare. Not to admire, but one of her not-glares that she has only given a few souls. "High Reaches Weyr has good men. Good riders." Even more defensive than before. Her arms drop and she wraps them around herself, knees bent in front of her as she tucks herself into the corner of the couch. "Why do you care?" She borders on exasperated, "Wouldn't it bother you if I brought men home every other night?" Just, er, as an example. Turning in place with a mug in each hand, his eyes stayed affixed to the two full cups and the trails of steam leaving them. A touch too full, his steps are slow and measured as he approaches, not wanting to spill a drop on her floor. "What, just because I'm a crude walking penis means I can't have feelings?" His expression of mock hurt is clearly just that, and it doesn't last long. "I'm a deep sleeper kiddo. Y'gotta be to survive life on the ocean. Y'could have an orgy on the nightly and I wouldn't rouse." He takes a seat besides her, his shirtless body thankfully not stinking too much of man musk. He finishes his thought as he hands her a mug. "Plus, even if I did, ain't a problem for me. If anythin' I'd prefer to be around for it. Wouldn' want some stud to overstay his welcome. Maybe get friendly in ways you don't like. Couldn't hurt to have some muscle outside?" Azaylia doesn't accept the mug right away, reluctant to unwrap her arms from around herself. Finally, she'll take the klah and balance it on one of her knees, still bent upward in front of her. "...you don't have to worry about anything like that." The words are quiet, even for her. "Except, when Hraedhyth goes up. You shouldn't be here for that." She doesn't want to make it sound dangerous or else he'll never agree to leave. "But, that's different." Her eyes drift back to the steaming drink. "That's just doing my duty." Rather than anything recreational. With a heavy sigh, Bones brings the mug up to his lips to take a sip, immediately tugging his face back from the lip of the mug after his first drink. "Gah! Hot! Motherfu- MMPH!" He makes a small scene at burning his lips and tongue, but stifles himself quickly. "... still good though." He hunches his long torso down to gently blow across the surface of the klah, cooling it. "Well what's wrong with getting in a little practice duty, eh? Y'know, some preparation for your stupid dragon orgy?" His grin can't help but grow. "Look, if you've got some sorta weird hangup about doin' the deed, it ain't complex. Honestly y'can probably just lie back and let the dude you've snagged do most of the work. Are you uhh..." He looks at her out of the corner of his eye, giving a quick up and down. "I mean you've boned before, right?" "Oh Faranth." Azaylia utters, something between a groan and a whimper as her eyes lift to the ceiling. "Yes." Her legs straighten, reaching the floor this time so she can set her klah down on the table. "Could you not call it that?" 'Boned', given his name. Hands cover her face, sliding down to steeple atop her nose, peeking over her fingers at the ex-con. "And that sounds horribly selfish." To just lie back and think of 'Reaches. But enough picking at him, she eases in a slump against the couch. "I haven't... I..." It has been on the forefront of her mind lately, but actually saying the words is proving difficult. "I haven't had any visitors since before... before Iolene..." She trails off. Smiles a little at her mumblegroan, happy at least that for a brief moment he stirred her from her melancholy. Still, she hasn't recovered, and he's left to sit in silence to hear her soft confession. Since Iolene. "Wait...Iolene?" Bones had attatched himself like a lamprey to Azaylia's life, but figured she at least had a secret guy or gal that she managed to keep from him in the moments he was unconcious or absent form her weyr. Still, he smiles with acceptance. "Well, that's not a huge deal. I mean not every girl is as into it as the next. Don't mean to hurt your feelin's by insinuatin' that you were weird." A free arm wraps around her shoulders and gives an affectionate squeeze. Azaylia slumps against Bones this time, just limply accepting her fate as he wraps an arm around her. Why fight it? With cheek resting on his chest, her voice is muffled and lackluster, "Iolene was murdered." No need to explain, really. He was there. "Things got so... And then I'kris." Her voice may crack at the name, weighed down by the guilt that still seems so fresh. "How could I go back to... doing things like that? Being happy when he and Svissath would never be happy again?" He might feel the shift in her face, eyebrows lowering faintly with annoyance. Annoyance that only Bones and a certain bronzerider can inspire in the woman. "...You're stupid." It doesn't hold any actual bite, sounding like a pouty child. It's not his fault, Bones doesn't know how things were before. " Bones is all ears for the slumping goldrider in against his tattoo'd chest, his long arm circled around her back and rubbing at her opposite bicep. Still, there's a difference between listening and understanding, and she points it out to him promptly at his mistake. "... oh." Now there's a bit of additional information to absorb, and he does it with a sip of his klah. "Well, that's different." He cocks his head to the side to let his large skull briefly rest atop hers, something akin to a nuzzle given soon after. "So you're punishin' yourself?" His face scrunches up. "Blech. Maybe I shoulda saved up for two of Tai's gift after all." His klah is set down on the floor in front of him, mindful of his feet so as not to kick it over later. "Yer right Zee, I ain't a genius. But even if a little guilt is healthy, nine months of it sure as shit ain't. They're gone Zee. Long gone. And far as I can tell you did just 'bout everything as good as anybody could. So why you carryin' around dead folk's baggage? That ain't yours to lug around, and nobody's gonna think bad on you for movin' on." There's a long silence after Bones speaks, Azaylia easing herself into the man in order to make it a proper snuggle. She has missed physical contact, for all of her guilt and excuses. Her arms even worm their way around him, holding on as she continues to lean into his chest. "Kind of." She admits in a whisper. Her head tilts up to given another little not-glare up at his jaw when he brings up Taikrin's gift. It's a moment of discomfort as he places his klah on the ground, but she's not moving away just yet. Settling back in, her cheek returns to the scarred and ink pectoral. "Nine months is a long time." Fearful, as if one could forget what to do when it comes to the art of intimacy. Bones let's the tired girl wrap around his middle, chest thankfully a smooth place for her to rest her cheek. Except for the scars. "It's too long." He says as he reaches down to slip his huge hand up under her knees. "Y'gotta climb right back in the saddle y'know?" His words are whispered, yet still not losing that hard gravel that's so characteristic to his voice. With that grip under her knees, he slowly slides her sideways against his form, cradling the drunken creature with care. "C'mon, s'time to get to bed." With those last whispered words, he rises up to his feet with goldrider still in his arms. Azaylia was not a small girl by anyone's definition, but is briefly made to feel like one by the oversized gardener climbing the few steps up towards her chambers, weyrwoman in his clutches. Azaylia might be drifting already, the sobering and caffeinated klah never actually making it to her lips. When Bones begins to cradle her, however, there's a gentle whine of "Nooooo." She doesn't want to go to sleep yet. Even she must realize how that sounds, smiling softly to herself. "I don't have a saddle." Or does she? That's none of his business. "If I did, you'd have to find another couch sometimes." One last ditch effort of an excuse, snuggling into the big man's arms as he carries her to bed. Rolling his eyes at her pathetic protests, he continues the careful journey to her bedchambers, a room he could count on one hand the times he's fully entered. This wasn't a date he intended to merely drop her off at the door from though, and so he quietly makes his way to the edge of her bed, where she's slowly lowered down into the quilts and furs. "Get some sleep y'little weirdo." As if he's one to talk. The familiar touch of her sheets and comforter has Azaylia squirming and inching to get underneath them. Heeled boots are kicked off and knocked out from under the quilt with two soft 'thumps'. Her dress is likely to be rumpled and in need of a washing, but the goldrider is too drunk to care. "Sh'up." Comes the muffled mumble as she burrows deeply into the covers, only the top of her head visibly resting against the pillow. Soon comes a much more gentle, "Night, Bones." With an angled smirk at her squirming and sounds, the amusement finally builds to a head when she wishes him a good night, and he has to laugh. Quietly. "Hehehe. G'night Azaylia." A yawn catches him then, and he steps down from her bedchambers with fingernails scratching across his left pectoral, then down his bit of bellyfuzz. "I'll ride her ass about it in the morning..." comes his whispered note to self as he fell into the couch, using his patchwork coat as his quilt. There's a moment where his eyes open, and his brow is forced into a frustrated pinch. "But not literally. Stupid H'vier." |
Comments
Jo (Jolie) left a comment on Mon, 21 Jan 2013 23:50:24 GMT.
< LOL.
Awesome scene. Azaylia should've came out with us to the after-party shenanigans! She could've borrowed Taikrin's gift.
Oh, and kept girls from throwing drinks in Jo's face for her inappropriateness. ;D
H'vier (H'vier) left a comment on Tue, 22 Jan 2013 00:01:45 GMT.
< Stupid H'vier.
I didn't do anything! Fun read, guys!
Brieli (Brieli) left a comment on Tue, 22 Jan 2013 00:11:37 GMT.
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This is clearly girl talk. Boo!
Zian (Zian) left a comment on Tue, 22 Jan 2013 01:50:09 GMT.
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Great scene. XD
Leova (Varied) left a comment on Tue, 22 Jan 2013 02:49:38 GMT.
< Aww, roomies. <3 And H'vier making Bones think differently about the girl.
I don't know that Leova would believe Bones capable of this... care.
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