Logs:Apology Not Accepted
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| RL Date: 3 September, 2015 |
| Who: Faryn, H'vier |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: H'vier is really bad at apologizing. Or maybe Faryn's bad at accepting them. |
| Where: Bathing Pools, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 19, Month 9, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: K'del/Mentions, K'zin/Mentions, T'mic/Mentions |
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| It's midday and quiet, steamy, warm in the caverns but mostly empty due to the time. Faryn, opportunist that she is, is taking advantage of it, grabbing a huge fluffy towel and a jar of soapsand before climbing into one of the pools alone, unbraiding her hair, disrobing and then sinking low into the warm waters with a satisfied sigh, all that dark hair floating on the surface in a semicircle about her head, her blinks slow as she relaxes into it. In all likelihood, H'vier probably isn't here to corner Faryn. The fact that she's here when he arrives shortly after she sinks into her pool, is almost certainly a coincidence. He doesn't even seem to notice her on his way to a bench where he makes short, purposeful work of his clothes. It's not until he's nude and turned to the pools that he notices the young woman and, much less coincidentally, chooses to approach that one. "It's Faryn, isn't it?" he asks without, you know, getting in yet. Because standing there naked isn't awkward at all. At least he doesn't seem to think so. It's not that it would be especially hard for Faryn to believe that he did try to descend upon her here, but rather that she would find it hard to believe he found it necessary to descend upon her at all. Similarly, he's the last thing on her mind, her ears underwater and sound muffled, when she cracks an eye open at the distorted sound of her name, spots him and immediately screws her eyes closed in a much less relaxed fashion, lifting her head out of the water a bit. "Shit, it's a bathing cavern, not an exhibition. Go put on a towel or get in the pools, nobody wants to see --" It must be her reaction that makes the bronzerider smile, but modesty isn't really an issue he's ever had and he's not going to start now. "If you don't want to see, you probably shouldn't look." But he did come here to bathe, so H'vier shifts into Faryn's pool and settles down on the outer ledge. Once he's comfortable, notably not rushing into bathing rituals, he watches the dark-haired woman with a thoughtful intensity that some might find uncomfortable. "Then bathe," Faryn says irritably, not so relaxed anymore, though she attempts to act like she might be able to. A deep breath settles her back against the wall for several minutes, unmoving, completely zen, until the unsettling feeling of being stared at makes her skin crawl and both her eyes open again. She looks ready to get out, even reaches for her towel, and thinks the better of it, likely because it would mean that stare would fall on her naked. "What?" she asks instead, clipping the word with her teeth. The smile that had faded while he watched her comes back in a smirk that pulls at one side of his mouth more than the other. "Do you remember that time you threatened to stab me?" H'ver asks like he's recalling some fond memory from their shared past. Except he doesn't give her a chance to answer before he continues, "I wouldn't recommend doing that again. I've been stabbed. I don't enjoy it. And I can't promise to keep my temper in check if you do." She hasn't forgotten. Faryn's eyebrow raises, particularly in the face of that smile she doesn't like much. And yet, it's one she matches with a saccharine sweet one of her own, one that doesn't touch her eyes and sits plastic on her face. "We have very different memories. I remember you assaulting me, and me giving you a token warning you didn't deserve, not for a second. And now, here we are, with you threatening me. You're terribly charming." She's straightened in the water considerably now, narrow shoulders tense. "I should have turned you in." "You could have," H'vier allows, continuing despite her insults. "But you didn't. And I'm certain even K'del," as though K'del generally has poor judgment, "would have cut me some slack. Unlike yourself and K'zin, who thought it appropriate to dick around with a man in mourning." He remains calm where she becomes tense, lounging against the side of the pool. "I regret my actions, however, and I'd like to apologize for upsetting you." It sounds sincere and there's nothing deceptive in his body language. It'd probably be better if he left it at that without asking, "Why didn't you turn me in? Was it because some part of you enjoyed it?" His eyes drop slightly, toward the parts of her that the water is hiding. Faryn opens her mouth and it's clear she's filled with plenty more insults where that came from, but what little grace she has bids her to wait for him to finish. He gets his apology in, and then the question that gets her jaw tightening again, eyes lighting. "Actions speak louder than words, and yours are yelling. I don't accept your apology." Moreso when his eyes drop. "I didn't think you were worth the time; I won't make the same mistake this time. You almost could have been decent company, when your sensitive little feelings were in the way." She reaches for her towel. "Hear that? That's me mocking you. Not what you thought was happening. But any reason to make a woman feel embarrassed or uncomfortable, right?" Fortunately for both of them, really, H'vier's sensitive little feelings are back where they belong; buried away where no one can find them. He stays where he is, watching her as she reaches for her towel. "It's a shame that boy has to put up with a cunt like you, isn't it? He seems like a decent sort." His eyes roll, which gives him a moment to see just who else is around. "I actually enjoy making women feel good. But I'll admit it's kind of fun when they play hard to get." "What boy?" Faryn wants to know, her hand on the towel but not yanking it close just yet; she just drips viciously on it instead. It doesn't take too many connections to conclude someone, and say, "He doesn't have to put up with anything. I'm not chaining him to his ledge." Tug for the towel, better to get out while he's looking away and wrap it around her while she studies him. Her scoff is little more than a breathless whuff. "Nobody's playing anything, H'vier." H'vier shrugs for T'mic's sake, but he's definitely looking at Faryn again while she wraps her towel around herself. "Don't worry, sunshine. I wasn't talking about you. Not really my type. Surprised you're his, honestly." The bronzerider smiles at the woman, and seems to expect her to move along now that she's out of the pool. Except that he keeps watching her, because why wouldn't he watch a practically naked woman who is evidently not his type. "I meant it literally. Nobody is playing hard to get. When they say no, they mean it. You're just the sort that won't hear it." She is leaving, though, and as quickly as she can, hyper-aware of the way his words do not match his actions. It's a record-time change, her clothes damp in most places and her hair loose and wet down her back, the discomfort of H'vier's eyes on her driving her out without much regard for those minimal ones. He watches her go, but not to the extent that he has to move to do so. Once she's out of sight, his expression falls into something more agitated than neutral. And then H'vier bathes like he came here to do in the first place. |
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