Logs:As You Are
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| RL Date: 27 October, 2015 |
| Who: Nala, M'vyn, Jynth, Elsyth |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: When Jynth catches Elsyth, Nala and M'vyn speak for the first time in months. |
| Where: Flight Weyr, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 13, Month 2, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Nalyn/Mentions, Grace/Mentions, Cece/Mentions, Aislara/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Sex. |
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| Elsyth has never chosen a subtle path when her hide begins to take on a certain glow and her mood twists and turns into a confused mangle of proddy behavior. M'vyn has learned, to a certain extent, how to navigate his own fluctuating moods though of late he seems to spend most of that time in the company of Hematite's Cece. The morning is bright and clear when Elsyth opens her storming mind to the males of Fort Weyr, calling them to chase and conquer - or try to. She's fast and efficient with her kills in the feeding grounds, rending and ripping her claws into flesh in play more than focus for the spilled blood she should otherwise be lapping at. Where M'vyn was before hardly matters when he has to head inside the flight weyr. He's still dressed in his riding leathers as he moves to settle on the bed and doesn't seem to care at all that his muddied boots are leaving marks all over the sheets. In the days since Nala surrendered herself to the infirmary, Jynth has not been seen near the pens to blood, nor near any proddy green, and so when he finally does choose to make a return to chasing, the bluerider is not terribly quick to catch on, not until his true intent and the who of the one he's going after bleeds through their bond. She's late by the time she reaches the flight weyr, one of the last to arrive, and without any commotion at all. He wants and she answers, her features displaying none of the open interest that some of the others present share. Nala finds a free patch of wall to lean against, whilst Jynth drags the first of his kills away from the other males, focused on draining it dry, Elsyth kept in the periphery of his vision. The crowd that has gathered has fallen to the ones that typically attend Elsyth's flight, a mix of blues and browns with only one bronze. They all seem prepared to keep to themselves, their focus on blooding and watching Elsyth. The green rends her third beast before she pauses and tilts her head back to let loose a bugle that sends the remaining herd crashing forward in blind panic. She hefts herself upwards, focusing her wingbeats on gaining as much altitude in as little time as she's able. Who follows her is of little concern to the green. M'vyn's eyes tighten as he focuses on the bond between his green, doing his best to tune out those milling within the weyr. No one seems inclined to make eye contact or acknowledge the other as the weyr falls into an eerie silence as the dragons all move skyward. There's a shuffling sound, the scratch of boots against stone, as Nala twitches and twists to one side, right as Jynth dodges out of the way of any animals that stray in his direction. His quick reaction puts him ahead of some of the other males, some of which scramble to avoid being kicked more than anything, leaving him with a clear path to follow after Elsyth. He doesn't make much of it, and doesn't call out after her, but cuts steadily through the air, leaving the other males to get tangled up in what displays of dominance that they may. It's only as the chase goes on that Nala finally looks to M'vyn with the distant, glassy stare of one only half aware of what's going on around them. Jynth's chosen tactic seems to be a winning one as three other males tangle in a mass of wings and claws in their forcible attempt to gain ground within the air. One of those males happened to be a brown whose descent back to the ground leaves Cece storming out of the weyr with a string of curses. Those remaining in the chase do not seem to be able to keep up with Elsyth or Jynth, leaving the indication of a clear winner as the green's ascent takes them up into the clouds. She's not focused on acrobatics or out-maneuvering those below her, likely her joy in the sky outweighing her need to escape. With her focus elsewhere, the opportunity to strike is often left open for any who dare. M'vyn has no eye to those still remaining as he falls back against the bed and pillows his head in his hands. Jynth could surge forward and snatch Elsyth out of the sky whether she likes it or not, but he waits until it seems she's at her highest point and most likely to plummet before he means to catch up to her and securely twine around her to slow their descent, his efforts less about catching her than joining her. Nala too waits until she's sure of her blue's success before she moves for M'vyn little by little, mindless to the presence of others, and to what she murmurs under her breath as she closes distance. Her, "Mine, mine, always been mine," might not even be her own thoughts, but it spills out anyway, right as she reaches for the greenrider. Elsyth does not fight her twining with Jynth - if not him, then who other? It is with utter confidence in him that she loses herself to their fall. M'vyn's eyes open and focus enough on Nala to know it is her and not any other that he is reaching for as she closes the distance between them. Their tangle in the sheets may not be as simple or elegant as their dragon's pairing, M'vyn's fall to being claimed by Nala more demanding than that of his dragon as her passion overpowers him. He'll let Nala take the lead but his murmurs for more and seeking hopefully encourage her to let loose in the moment. Broad blue wings arc wide to keep Jynth and Elsyth aloft for as long as he possibly can, unwilling to surrender her or to gravity before he absolutely must. He catches currents where he can, and in the hours that follow after they've made it safely to the ground, it might be discovered what price his wings have paid for it. Not that he cares. Nala soon has few cares of her own, for once she understands that M'vyn is willing and wants her, she's quick to make sure that he is hers; that she is in control and he can have what he wishes, as long as he lets her pin him down and show him exactly what he wants and has been without, to her flight-lost mind. She's not violent with it, but she is aggressive, some true need and passion bleeding through her cold facade, and not all of it with Jynth to blame. That passion between them has always been a driving force, from the moment M'vyn first laid eyes on Nala back in a time before matters got even more complicated and the turns twisted what goodness they may have had between them. He is more than compliant to her wishes, he seems to revel in her decisiveness and need. Afterwards, it is he who will not relinquish a hold on her as he curls himself about her and forcefully tucks her in against him. The arm he wraps around her middle is strong from riding and the breath that lingers against her neck is warm. He doesn't want to ruin the peace that follows from that release with words and so remains silent with an occasional kiss pressing its way to Nala's neck or shoulder. In the moments that follow, Nala follows his lead, letting him do as he pleases with her with no resistance offered. She's so still when he curls around her that it could seem that she's drifted off to sleep already, but the occasional hitch to her breath gives her away more than anything. Eventually, she stirs, only meaning to twist in M'vyn's arms and tuck herself all the more securely against him, her arms reaching to twine about his waist. She says nothing, but ducks her head down to hide her face against his chest, content with, if aware of, silence. As Elsyth tucks herself against Jynth and noses briefly at his wings, M'vyn shifts against Nala with a contented murmur of sound that might sound like, "Mine." though it is unintelligible enough to be nothing more than a sound expressing the rest of what he refuses to say. The silence seems to stretch on and on, perhaps hours go by, or only minutes, as M'vyn holds Nala against him. As she shifts to face him, his lips move to press against her hair. Eventually they'll have to untangle themselves and rise. M'vyn seems more and more inclined to do nothing as the time passes until his stomach's gurgling announces a need he may have been trying to hide. His tone is infused with a laughter he rarely shares as he breaks that silence with, "I suppose I'm hungry." Enough time has passed for strained muscles to begin letting Jynth know that something is up, pain firing along otherwise healthy paths, and though his gaze briefly swirls orange with the first kick provided by those nerves, he does nothing but stretch one of those wings over Elsyth and drape it warmly like a blanket against the chill. The pain can be dealt with later; Elsyth might not remain if he moves, and so he doesn't. Maybe Nala truly does sleep, somewhere between one moment and the next, since when M'vyn speaks she does little but sleepily try to curve hands in such a way as will keep him near and unmoving, skin against skin. "Five more minutes," is a near inaudible plea, her voice a little hoarse from what pitch it reached earlier. Jynth's assumption of her intent to move is a valid one, though Elsyth allows herself to recline against him as that wing drapes over her. For now, the sharper and colder edges of her are subdued and so she rests with her head briefly laying over his neck. M'yvn's voice is a rumble in his chest as he replies, "I can give you that." He might've given her longer than that were his stomach not to continue to make its emptiness an audible tell. He sighs and stretches his arms upwards with a yawn before he shifts away from Nala and moves to sit up. He looks down at her briefly and moves to draw a blanket over her. "You can stay and rest, if you need it." Nala doesn't protest when M'vyn moves, and nor does she ask again, though she watches him all too obviously and even more sharply when he lifts the blanket over her. Rather than argue, she draws it up higher, until she can curl there with it grasped beneath her chin, nearly all of her hidden by fabric. Eventually, her gaze falls away from him and finds some distant point across the room to latch onto while she attempts to find her voice again. "...I've missed you," she allows herself, even if she won't permit herself - or can't manage - to look at him as she speaks. M'vyn handles that admission like a fragile piece of glasswork, his lips tightening in thought as he moves his hand up to brush through Nala's hair. "I always miss you," he decides on sharing, letting his fingers trail down along her cheek and pause over her lips. He opens his mouth to say more and thinks better of it. Though he remains in silence, he doesn't move from the bed. He looks at her with a more calculating gaze as he shifts his body to rearrange his feet. "Are things--, how have you been?" he can't quite make his tone sound as casual as he likes but he at least manages to keep his tone level. She might not look at him, but there's nothing Nala can do to hide the fact that she reacts to M'vyn's touch, even chases after it with the slight tilt of her head to follow after the path of his fingers. "...The healers are helping me," she replies in a murmur, however reluctantly. "Some days are better than others. If I wish to remain in Hematite, I have to be social. ...I can pretend." As well he must know. "...I bought the children things for Turn's End, but I could not--" Did not give them their gifts. "I forgot my own turnday," she admits in a faintly lighter, careless manner. Finally, she lifts her focus to him and remarks, "...You look well." M'vyn seems willing to comply to that need of Nala's touch as he returns to finger-combing her hair. He listens to her as she speaks, opting not to say much in return other than nod once or twice to give evidence to his focus on her. In the past he might've used the children as a weapon to harm and now he simply shares, "They would like the gifts, I'm sure. If you give them to me I can give them. Nalyn is especially focused on material things at this point," he adds with a dryness that still shares his fondness for their son. "I'm sorry I didn't want to bother you on your turnday," he did not forget - or perhaps he will play that he didn't, "I assumed you were doing something with ah-," he shrugs and lets his fingers pause in her hair. "I am well," he allows, "returning to Harpering without the.. spying.. has healed me." Nala shares her agreement on the matter of the gifts by way of a single nod, unable to commit to more than that as concerns the children, though that sharper focus returns when he speaks of Nalyn, the information filed away somewhere to be processed later. "...The mindhealer asked and reminded me about it a few days after," she says with a twitch of one shoulder. "I cannot expect apologies - or anything - for that which I did not notice." Another shrug. "What would we have done?" is not truly a question. "Spent the day in bed?" Dry as it is, it sounds like the closest she can get to joking. Sobering, she frees one hand from the blanket to catch at his fingers. "I'm glad. I loved the Harper first." "Most likely we would've spent the day in bed," M'vyn agrees despite her joke with it, he moves his thumb and forefinger to clasp her chin gently and lift it up so that he can angle a kiss more easily. "It's where I like seeing you best," he continues once his lips have found satisfaction against hers. "We still could," he muses, lifting his eyes away from her and towards the door. "I could arrange for my sister to take the children for a few days, we could stay here or go elsewhere...," he trails off as he keeps his eyes on the door and his fingers begin a lazy trailing down her neck and towards what the sheets are hiding from him. He looks back to her, smug smile in place. "Would you complain?" Her mention of love and the Harper draw a lifted brow, "We both loved someone else at first. Have we found a way to love the second?" Whether or not she realises that she does so, Nala begins to arch into his kiss, gathering herself like she might reach and pull him down and over her again, and just when it seems she's managed to control herself and goes still is when his hand starts wandering. She shivers, though does her best to lie there and let M'vyn do as he pleases, even if her affected distance has abandoned her, her attention entirely his. "No." She wouldn't complain. There are many answers that she could give, pretty, flowery ones or ones simple and to appease, yet she chooses the painful truth of herself and nothing more. "I can love you healed if you can love me broken." It is M'vyn's intent to pause his wandering hands as he looks closely at Nala. It's the truth that draws a spark in his gaze that has him leaning forward to kiss her once more. He lets his hands wander some more, and then his lips, as his easing over her begins to signal where his intentions lay. He pauses his trailing kisses up her neck to let the warmth of his breath linger against her ear as he whispers, "I will love you as you are." He returns his lips to other pursuits than talking, letting this time to be theirs without any dragon interruptions. His earlier hunger seems to have abated in this pursuit and it isn't until much later that he finally exits the flight weyr to whatever the rest of the day may hold for him. |
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