Logs:Banging and Bargaining Without Bloodshed
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| RL Date: 2 July, 2014 |
| Who: G'laer, Oliwer |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: The morning after Teisyth's eventful flight, Oliwer and G'laer negotiate a reunion. |
| Where: Oliwer's Room and Bathing Pools, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 23, Month 2, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: H'vier/Mentions, Laghnei/Mentions, Reniler/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Non-descript sex and nudity. A little bit of fluff. |
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| It should've been the best night's sleep G'laer had gotten since Oliwer left their weyr. But the problem with an injury, especially a fresh injury, is that every shift causes discomfort. Fortunately, half-dose of fellis helped to keep him under long enough to get a few hours of restful sleep and a few more that were less so. He stirred with true wakefulness some hours after dawn (which is late by G'laer-ian standards), and shifted carefully to see if he could extricate himself without waking the healer snoozing against him. The healer has likewise not slept particularly well, worried about the greenrider's comfort and rousing with most little shifts. By the time G'laer is awake enough to try leaving, Oliwer has found something closer to real sleep. But not close enough that it doesn't disturb him into opening his eyes and looking up at the greenrider wordlessly. Is he leaving? The shift to kiss the top of Oliwer's head is reflexive. He doesn't make it to completion though. The pain clears his mind enough to know he's not sure of the reception. The "Sorry," must count for both that and for the waking. "I need to pee." G'laer's expression holds the self-restraint he's exercising not to kiss the healer or something similar that he's not been invited to do before he continues his careful rising to go find the chamber pot, do his business and approach the bed again. "Do you want to get up, or...?" Should he get back in is the implied question. Oliwer watches after the greenrider for a moment and he's still laying in the bed when he returns. Instead of answering properly, the healer turns over and then glances over his shoulder as though to see of G'laer will join him. Maybe the lack of words is on purpose. Or maybe Oliwer doesn't trust himself enough to actually talk. The grimace is misleading to be sure. It's followed by G'laer getting in and getting himself situated. Laying on his left shoulder would be impossible, but lying on his right is doable, if likely still painful. So much is his want to be there now. Unfortunately, his bum arm on top means he has nothing to wrap around Oli so the greenrider settles for pressing his face against the back of the older man's neck. It will be some minutes before his breaths gradually become labored in indication of the discomfort of gravity on his shoulder in this position. The way Oliwer shifts back against G'laer when he's settled with him is anything but passively innocent. But even if he'd really like certain things, he says, "I can get you something. Do you need help with a bath?" Only a man that loves G'laer would probably even offer. It's probably not just because he's Nice Guy Oliwer the Healer. "It would be very kind of you." G'laer answers after his hips have made their own response. "I would like a bath." He's probably unthrilled to have put it off this long. "I'm not sure I can manage on my own," not with the injury so new, "and I truthfully can't think of anyone else who would help me," which isn't terribly romantic, but have his hips made plain that Oliwer's probably one of the only one's he'd want to ask? "I'll need a shirt, too. I hate flights. I hate them especially in the middle of the night." He frowns. Teisyth. This whole moons thing had better not be becoming a habit. "It's no trouble." Of course it isn't. Oliwer is reluctant to get up, but it's better than guilting G'laer into laying with him awhile longer. "I can go get something for the pain and a change of clothes for you first. Or we can take you to the baths and let you soak while I do that." Or there are probably other options but those seem like the least unpleasant to him. "You're my healer," G'laer says in a tone that's softer than his usual for 'business,' "I'll do whatever you think is best." That phrase has further meaning than just this instance more than likely. "Let's take you to the baths then. So long as you promise not to pass out and drown before I get back." There's a small smile to suggest Oliwer's serious tone isn't completely serious. Once G'laer is settled in a pool, Oli leaves him to meet Teisyth in the bowl. Mounting with neither straps nor the greenrider's assistance proves interesting. It's probably a good thing that the green doesn't dislike him enough to make it impossible. He doesn't spend long in the weyr to get what he needs but the few moments he's there leave him more than a little emotional when he returns to Teisyth on the ledge. "Have you been staying here, at least?" he feels the need to ask, not really expecting an answer as he attempts the mounting thing again. It's a little more unnerving this far off the ground. "I promise." G'laer's voice is solemn, but there's a little pull at the corner of his mouth which gives him a hint of a smile. When Oliwer leaves him in the pool, there certainly seems no danger. Teisyth's excitement at seeing the healer proves problematic for his mounting, but G'laer must be paying attention because she does settle enough for him to mount and is exceptionally careful with her flight up to the ledge. Being the silly sort of dragon that she is there's a head bob that might mean yes, although her memory, just after a flight especially, can't really be trusted. Oliwer doesn't ask anymore questions. He might do something silly like start crying if he thinks about anything too hard. Once they're back in the bowl, the healer drops by the infirmary to pick something up for G'laer's pain and then, finally, returns to the greenrider in the baths. No doubt he'll be happy that the man hasn't drowned in his absence. Since it's difficult to assist with a bath while one is not in the same pool as the one needing assistance, Oliwer offers the greenrider something for the pain, then begins the process of stripping himself down. G'laer has been dutifully soaking in the pool where Oliwer left him. The only noticeable difference is that the man's hair is wet, so maybe he almost drowned and pulled through just to keep his promise to the healer. There's a smile, a grateful one, when the healer hands over things that will provide him some measure of relief. He's then left to wait, for the relief to come and for the healer to get in the pool. Once he does, the greenrider asks casually, "No trouble finding things?" He presumably means in the weyr where things are slim pickings as far as clothes go, what with him not having lived there in a while. Mostly, it was clothes he doesn't often wear. Nicer things or really beat up were the choices. "My chair has dust on it." This is a grievous tragedy and Oliwer's sad little voice suggests as much. As for the clothes, "You'll look a little threadbare until you find something proper. But I can't say I'll mind." Which probably isn't the sort of thing he ought to be saying right now if he doesn't plan on moving back into the weyr with G'laer. He's not shy about helping the greenrider wash, though, whatever his plans are. "Yeah? Is there a G'laer-shaped imprint in the dust? I seem to recall sitting it in the last couple days, but you know how my memory of proddy me is." Vague at best. "Most of my things are at Laghnei's," he admits as they work to cleanse him. He's not idle, helping with the cleansing process as much as he can, perhaps uncertain of Oliwer's want to do this versus just being kind. "They weyr hasn't been empty that long. How does Laghnei feel about most of your things being at her place, anyway?" asks Oliwer as his hands move, slow and carefully. Perhaps so the moment doesn't end too quickly. They don't wander, anyway, if that means anything. He's not completely unaffected, though, so perhaps it just means they're in the baths. "Terrible. I'll owe her for the duration of my lifetime and even so she's insisting that if I'm still there in a fortnight that I start looking for a new weyr if I can't bring myself to move back mine." G'laer answers candidly, with a little bit of amusement for the first that's faded by the time he reaches the end. "Sorry. That's going to take us somewhere--" that it was agreed not to go yet. "Nevermind. How were things at the Hall? Were you there long enough for your father to wear you down about Mastering?" How 'bout that for an obvious topic change? All the same, without entirely acknowledging the apology, Oliwer says, "You should move back in. It's your home, Gal." The little smile he has for the comment is hard to read, which probably means he's not sure how he feels about it himself. But topic changes are welcome enough. "Nearly. He keeps threatening that he'll keep on living forever until I Master. But I assured him it's all the more reason not to." His smile for that is fond. "It's not my home." G'laer says this much, firmly, but doesn't explain. Instead he turns his attention back to matters at healer, smiling. "It's good, that you get along with them that way. Did it feel like going home?" He probably shouldn't ask, but he does anyway. Oliwer gives the greenrider a look but he doesn't press. Instead he says, "No. It felt like leaving home." Even now that fact seems strange to the healer, now that he's back 'home,' where he's only lived a handful of turns compared to countless more at the Hall. But, then, G'laer is here. "Do you want me back?" All these questions that shouldn't be asked. Or maybe they should. "Yes." Another man would go on to say 'with all my heart' or 'more than anything,' but G'laer says that in his tone and look of absolute conviction. "What do I need to do?" This question must be asked, even if it shouldn't. The sense that he would or would try to do anything the healer said is indicated with the gravity of the question and it's deliberate delivery. Now that he's more or less done with the helping, Oliwer works on himself instead. He's here, so he might as well. The question makes him stop to turn his full attention on G'laer, though, moving closer, invading space he's accustomed to being able to invade. "Go home." Not right now. Just in general. "I need somewhere to come back to." The closeness makes G'laer's breath catch, and he might even hold it, so intense is the look that passes between them. A moment later, he's releasing it and there's the single tilt of his jaw that passes for a nod from the greenrider before he murmurs, "I will," to make sure there are no misunderstandings. His eyes flick briefly to Oliwer's mouth. It's there in his face that he wants to do something about those unkissed lips, but he refrains. All of this, it seems is on Oliwer's terms. "Good." That's all Oliwer needs to say about that and, despite their proximity, there's a certain sense of relief. It mostly translates into leaning in closer, wrapping an arm around the greenrider's neck and pressing their lips together. It's almost like initiative, coming from the healer. It's a shame they're here and that G'laer is hurt, of course. Kissing G'laer is just like giving him permission. It's like the last time they kissed, but better. This isn't goodbye. It's hello. Screw prying eyes and his injury. One good arm is all it takes to wrap around the healer and pull him tightly against him. Of course, they are here, and he is hurt, and newly so. So kissing is as far as it gets, but even that leaves the greenrider breathless, a little frustrated growl coming from his throat when it finally has to be over. The greenrider isn't the only one frustrated by stopping when they do. But at least now it's not a bad sort of frustration. Oliwer smiles up at G'laer in a way he hasn't since before everything that brought them to this point happened. "I want to take you home. But you should probably eat something. And rest." "And if I choose to go against healer's orders?" G'laer asks quietly, looking down at Oliwer like he might just do it. "And insist you take me home instead?" He really probably should eat something and rest. But. "Well," Oliwer begins like he's weighing his options in an entirely more professional manner than he really is. "I supposed you would get some rest there. Eventually. And you can always eat later." So he's not being super responsible. He's missed his weyrmate. Since the living cavern is practically on the way back to Oliwer's, G'laer insists a compromise: picking up large plates of food (two each!) and covers for the trek across the bowl, along with a skin of wine for the meals to take back to the healer's room with them. It would've been a far different thing, this reuniting, if G'laer wasn't injured. As is, it's a bit of a process. But determination and perseverance wins out and when it's over, the greenrider is reaching to touch the healer's cheek, thumb brushing across it gently. "I love you, Oliwer. I've missed you. I want nothing more than I want you. I was stupid. So stupid. I want you to come home." All are said fervently, with truth behind each and real emotion. It's easier to show that now, like this, here as they are. The healer leans down over the greenrider as those words are said and he smiles before pressing a light kiss to the other man's lips. "I'll come home." That's promising! "So long as you swear to me that you'll never hurt someone else on my behalf without speaking to me first again." So, hey, there might be someone even Oliwer would be okay with G'laer messing with. The right answer is to jump on this. To say, 'yes, of course, I promise.' And it's not that G'laer does the wrong thing, exactly... but G'laer never makes a promise lightly. So when Oliwer stipulates that promise as the price for coming home, the greenrider has to think about it. He looks at the healer as he puts on his thinking face, the one that means really, really deep thoughts. After some time, he asks, "What if you're too injured to participate in the discussion?" He should at least get credit for not simply taking the words literally: speaking to Oliwer about it, not getting Oliwer's agreement. There is a slight frown from the healer when G'laer has to give it so much thought. But he knows well enough by now to just accept it and wait for the results. And Oliwer's answer, then, might be a little surprising, "If I'm too injured, then whoever injured me probably deserve whatever they have coming from you." He's not an unreasonable man, you see. G'laer tilts his chin in what passes for a nod. That answer will do, apparently. But that's not all, "What if it's to save your life? Before you're injured, but certain to be so?" And, "What if it's because they want to hurt me by hurting you?" He seems serious about both of these possibilities. Is Oliwer sure he wants to be living with a man who has to ask these questions? Oliwer doesn't answer right away because he evidently feels the need to press a kiss to those lips again. He's both not sure and very sure he wants to be living with a man who has to ask these questions. It's almost sweet. If you squint at it in the right light. Oliwer's gotten better at squinting to see the good in G'laer. "Use your best judgement." It's probably not what he should say. But he still trusts the greenrider. Which is sort of a way of saying, 'Promise me you won't unless you really think you should.' And that's the kind of thing that G'laer can say, "I promise," and really mean it to. Then he's instructing, "Kiss me," because it's just easier with the injury if the healer brings his lips down to him. A promise is something that earns the full warmth of Oliwer's smile. He's all too happy to lean down, careful of the injured shoulder, to kiss G'laer with a tender sort of intensity. And when it breaks, he murmurs, "I love you. Don't let me leave again." The kiss is returned in kind. "I love you." G'laer should say, 'Be careful what you ask for, Oliwer.' But he doesn't, because... he wants Oliwer home where he likes to pretend the healer belongs. Warning him off would just be counter-productive. "Food?" He asks after a moment's pause. Now that one need has been seen to, the rest follow. |
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