Logs:Coming Off A High
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| RL Date: 7 January, 2015 |
| Who: V'ros, Z'riah |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Zmeyth catches Yizibeth. V'ros and Z'riah do the opposite of cuddle. |
| Where: Guest Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 2, Month 10, Turn 36 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Cool. |
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>---< Guest Weyr, High Reaches Weyr(#466RJs) >-------------------------------<
This broad ledge is dappled with bright light in the morning and commands
a lovely view of the eastern end of the bowl, including the lake and the
trees that dot the shoreline. Reached by a flight of stone steps that
climb up from the bowl floor, the ledge is relatively low, an easy jump
down to the ground; possibly its selection was a safety precaution, so
anyone stumbling out the wrong way after a flight would be unlikely to
break his or her neck. Within the weyr itself is a comfortably-sized
dragon wallow, rarely used but swept clean nonetheless.
The cavern broadens as it stretches back away from the entrance to reveal
a neatly made double-sized bed pushed up against the back wall, a press at
its foot with an extra blanket folded on top of it and two chairs standing
guard to either side of the hearth. A rectangular table lurks against the
side wall, kept stocked with a pitcher of water and a basket of seasonal
fruits. The weyr is well-lit and kept immaculately clean, the refreshing
scents of citron-infused sweetsand mingling with the tang of herbs.
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V'ros M 21 5'8 Slim, Brown hair, Brown eyes 0s
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Bowl
>-------------------------------------< 2D 10M 36T I10, autumn afternoon >---< It was mid-afternoon when Yizibeth took to the skies, without the benefit of blooding, and took a handful of suitors on a merry chase through Reachian skies. The sun-kissed green didn't last long, but one might imagine she's the sort that enjoys the catch even more than the chase and might just skip to that part if instinct weren't such a driving force. There's no attempt from her to sway the odds in favor of one male over another, so Zmeyth can claim he won because he was the best. Yizibeth will certainly call him such a time or two before the pair is on the ground again. Z'riah is, likewise, an easy catch, and not shy about keeping close while he dozes in the wake of dragon lust. Zmeyth may have plied the green with assuring platitudes before, but even in the wake of his successful catch, he is attentive and doting - for now. It's his dragon's continued calm that keeps V'ros in the present, tousled locks and all, sprawled out next to Z'riah in the bed of the flight weyr. He doesn't look bothered by what just happened, just sleepy-eyed and laconic, one arm thrown out in a near-possessive manner towards the greenrider. Soon, he'll come to his senses, but now? He's smug in the aftermath of his dragon's win, on the verge of sleep and consciousness, his eyes staring unseeingly up at the craggy ceiling. His silence is charged with all types of emotions: confidence, satisfaction, and self-assuredness. High. Yizibeth is quite content to be curled up against Zmeyth, exhausted by the short, fast flight. Her mind is all warmth and the affection that comes with pleasure. Her influence is difficult for Z'riah to shake off from the moment she's proddy until, well, sometime after this all wears off. "Mmm," he finally murmurs as he stretches out alongside the brownrider. "I could do that again." It doesn't come in the form of a question, but the hand that slides over V'ros' stomach is probably meant as a suggestion all the same. "Hm?" It's as though the brownrider just realized Z'riah is still there, despite his actual presence. His body stiffens when the other man touches him, his smug silence coming to an abrupt stop; like cold water thrown on a sleeping person. "Shit." V'ros slowly retracts his arm, remaining stiff and unyielding, but not unkind enough to remove Z'riah's hand. "Uh.. I.. no.. not.. not this." He starts to roll away, deftly, towards the other side of the bed, and the end, where he'll have freedom from this awkward situation. Z'riah's impulse is to hang onto V'ros and whine a sound of protest for the movement. Nooo. He's not ready for him to go away yeeeet. But his hanging on is easily slid away from and the greenrider is left looking at the brownrider with a small, possibly deliberately pathetic frown. "You don't have to go so soon. I thought it was nice." But surely V'ros will appreciate the bit of roaming that Z'riah's eyes do now that they're a little further from each other and he has a view. "It was.." V'ros swallows hard and swings his legs over the side of the bed, chancing a glance behind at Z'riah; he immediately regrets it, his face says. He stands up and starts to look for his clothes, which are thrown his way and that. "I don't.. no, I don't want to do.." His eyes shoot to the greenrider, his mouth set. "Not again. S..sorry." Enough talking - he grabs his pants and shoves one leg in, stumbles and has to catch himself against the nearest wall. He's just frenzied, now, to get dressed and out, away. "Heeey, man," says Z'riah, trying to be comforting or reassuring or something else that's much more mature than his usual baiting of guys that are obviously uncomfortable about this sort of thing. V'ros probably has Yizibeth to thank for that, just now. "Relax, okay? We don't have to do anything. I'll sit here," he says reaching for the sheet to cover himself as he sits up, "while you get dressed." He doesn't look away, though, because he probably doesn't realize he's staring. "You okay?" "I.. I'm relaxed," he, obviously, lies, trying to shove his second leg in his pants, and hops to pull them up. "I'm fine.. I'll be fine.. I just.." V'ros makes the mistake of glancing up and swears, covering his eyes with his free hand; his pants fall around his ankles again. "Why did it have to be you," where you means a man, presumably. "Zmeyth hasn't caught before and.. it was her," he says with mirthless laughter imbuing his voice. "I'll be fine." It's right up to around the point V'ros brings up Yizibeth as though it's somehow her fault. That's when Z'riah pushes the sheet away and moves to get out of the bed himself. He might be looking for his clothes, but he's taking his sweet time about it in all his nude glory. "Look, you're lucky it was me and not some other asshole, kid. Besides, I'm hot. And you're not too bad yourself." Both of them being not hideous obviously means something to him. "You should probably learn to enjoy yourself. You'll be dick-deep in a lot more asses before the world is done with you." V'ros doesn't look, but the greenrider's crude wording gains a grimace and more tension. "You don't have to be so.. fucking.." He shakes his head, clutching his belt ends with one hand, grappling for his shirt and jacket with his other. "I should.." His fingers find the end of his shirt, jerk it up, and the jacket shortly after, which he tosses over his shoulder; he's still bare-chested, holding his pants up with his hand as he edges towards the exit. "It was.. uh.. something. We'll.. I am.. shit. I'm going to.." His eyes flick to the entrance, his intent clear. "Go." For all his crudeness, Z'riah still looks a little disappointed that he's getting abandoned so soon. "Well, thanks, handsome. Maybe we can do this again some time soon." Now he's smiling, though it's not the most friendly of them. The greenrider doesn't pursue V'ros, instead looking for his own clothes to start picking up off of the floor while the brownrider makes a break for it. V'ros spares the greenrider one last unsure glance, loaded with questions, but now not being the time, or the place, he shuffles out the way he came. His hurried footsteps can easily be heard as he beats a hasty retreat. |
Comments
Tela (16:13, 8 January 2015 (EST)) said...
First time, Z'riah takes one for the team? There's a little 'Poor V'ros,' but not nearly as much as I might have thought...
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