Logs:Careless
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| RL Date: 31 October, 2015 |
| Who: H'vier, Reisoth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: Alcohol. |
| Where: Spinner's Haunt Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 25, Month 2, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Oiana/Mentions, Tayte/Mentions, Lilah/Mentions, Fayla/Mentions, Tayre/Mentions, Tahvra/Mentions, Mayrin/Mentions |
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| "Oia." H'vier rolled over, stirred from his dozing, to look at the greenrider as she moved toward the edge of his bed. He reached out for her, searching for some purchase to pull her back against him, but she slid away, out of his grasp. "Don't go, baby. You can stay here with me tonight." "We've talked about this, Havi," sighed Oiana as she wiggled into her leather pants the way the bronzerider usually liked to watch. He wasn't watching the way she wiggled now. "We could've done this. But you chose that red-headed bitch. Remember?" "You won't let me forget." He'd been trying. "You're lucky I fuck you at all, anymore. After that. Stop expecting more than that." "She's dead, Oia. What does it matter now?" She paused in the middle of sorting out her shirt to look at him incredulously. She was angry now. "No one but you, you know that? Fuck you, H'vier." Oiana pulled her shirt on, shoved her feet into her boots, and snatched her jacket on the way to the ledge where her dragon was already waiting to take her home. H'vier sunk back against his mattress, rubbing a hand wearily over his face. His head hurt. His heart hurt. The latter was more telling, and he didn't like it. « You should visit your progeny. While they're still young enough to enjoy your company. It's been too long. You shouldn't avoid them forever. » "They aren't mine anymore," H'vier said out loud to the empty weyr. Reisoth's typical silence followed, as it often did when his rider said something especially foolish. The bronzerider rose, annoyed and naked, to fetch a bottle of whiskey from his assortment of liquor. He drank, pacing from one end of the weyr to the other until he felt buzzed enough to finally say, "Fine. We'll visit them. Tomorrow. Okay?" H'vier didn't enjoy the heavy sense of Reisoth's satisfaction, but he cared less as he drank. He cared less that the bronze was right, and that he'd given in so easily. He cared less that Oiana had left, that Lilah had left, that he'd let Tayte find someone better than him to take care of herself and their children. He cared less that he'd never met Fayla's daughter. He cared less that all he had to show for his ambition was a wing with divided loyalties. He'd lost track of how much he'd had to drink by the time he relaxed back into the cushions of his couch. It didn't matter. He couldn't feel anything anymore when he fell into blissful unconsciousness. Reisoth was abruptly present when it started some time later. « H'vier. » It didn't wake him. The bronzerider was choking, but that didn't wake him. « H'vier! » Reisoth's sudden, piercing fear blasted through the dragons closest to him before groping ever further in an uncharacteristic panic. He bellowed audibly into the weyr, clawing as frantically as his bulk would allow at the inner entrance. And then it was over. Reisoth's keen was incredulous before it was mournful. Who else would mourn the man but his lifemate? But the dark bronze could only bear it for so long before he threw himself from his ledge with an enraged shriek cutting through his grief to disappear between one last time. Gossip Reisoth's uncharacteristically hysterical presence surged through High Reaches Weyr in the early predawn hours of day 25, month 2. It wasn't long before his panic turned audible. His bellows turned to keening, then to rage before the bronze dropped from his ledge and disappeared between. Within the hour, H'vier's body was taken between by one of Iceberg's wingriders and Fayla relieved the wing of their duties for the remainder of the day to grieve or celebrate as they saw fit. |
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Alida (01:16, 2 November 2015 (PST)) said...
- ( *sigh*
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