Logs:Delicate Constitutions
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| RL Date: 20 December, 2014 |
| Who: Jadzia, R'hin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: After a day spent chasing rumors at Nabol, R'hin and Jadzia unwind. |
| Where: Intricate Carvings Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 4, Month 8, Turn 36 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: K'del/Mentions |
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| It's been a long day of what some might call difficult work, and others might term less so. Moving from bar to bar, listening to the local gossips of Nabol and pitching in a few questions here and there about the recent goings on might not seem like tough work, although the suspicion they raised at the final place -- requiring them to make a hasty retreat down a bramble-covered mountainside might suggest otherwise. It's certainly not a leisurely stroll back to their dragons, and the noise of relief R'hin makes on sighting Leiventh and Savroveth is actually audible. When they appear above High Reaches' bowl, Leiventh veers not towards his own ledge, but Savroveth's. Difficult work, indeed! Jadzia, though, seems to enjoy herself in most of the bars. Particularly any of them where she gets a drink of some sort. It's one of her favorite things! Fortunately, she's not that easy to get impaired, so she still has plenty of wits on their way back to their lifemates. If she seems to find it exhilarating, maybe that's just one of the fun things about her. Back at the Weyr, Savroveth also angles toward his ledge, which is pretty normal, but he lands precariously to one side to leave room for the larger bronze. R'hin's quick enough to make it down onto the ledge; taking the time to remove Leiventh's straps before the bronze drops away, angling slowly to take up his usual perch on the rim. After a last look over the bronze, he loops the straps, setting them on the inner edge of the ledge, before turning his attention towards Jadzia, with a knowing sort of grin, as if he's well aware of her reaction to their abrupt departure. "Do you have anything decent to drink, yet, or is it going to be rotgut again?" Pale eyes linger on her, seemingly waiting for her to precede him. She might not be quite as practiced at strap removal as the (much) older bronzerider, but Jadzia's been taking gear off of larger beasts for turns longer than she's been a dragonrider, and she's gotten it all down into a pretty quick routine. "There's nothing wrong with the stuff I drink," she tells him as though it's practically offensive to question her taste. But the smile she flashes him as she wanders past and inside says otherwise. "I have some stuff that probably won't harm your delicate constitution." She'll even wander to the carved out shelf where she keeps her limited collection of booze to pick out the one he's liable to complain about the least. "Except for the taste, and the hangover the morning after, and," but R'hin manages to stop there, even if there's laughter in his voice still. When she walks past, he's watching avidly, and her comment draws forth a low-throated chuckle. "Ahh. Smart woman. Making me work for it?" He follows her in, though instead of following in her wake to check out the selected bottle, he does a circuit of the weyr, pale eyes alert, before he disappears into the nook that houses the bath. After a few moments, the sound of splashing water can be clearly heard. "You just have to keep drinking to hold the hangover at bay," Jadzia reasons. It's probably something she's actually tried, but it's hard to continue drinking while one is asleep. When she turns back with the bottle and there's only splashing, no bronzerider, the blonde follows the sound through her small weyr to find him. "It's nice, isn't it? You ought to be terribly jealous of me. I only had to fuck the Weyrleader for it." She's lying, surely, but she's a pretty good liar, all told. "I'd fuck the Weyrleader for it, after a day like today," R'hin says, as he leans down to test the temperature of the quickly filling water. With a grin at her -- and the bottle she has in hand -- he eases out of his jacket, and starts to unbutton the slightly torn shirt underneath. There's a few red marks against his skin here and there where the brambles have caught, and even drawn blood. "Sometimes," he says, as he pauses unbuttoning his shirt to slide closer to her, leaning down close to her ear, "It's nice to wake up with a clear head. Sometimes. Let's test out your bath. Make sure it works." Not that she wouldn't have used it already, but he wasn't here to supervise. "I would definitely want watch that," says Jadzia, maybe saying more about herself than she really intends to. But they're alone in her weyr and she's in a good mood after the interesting end to their day, so she can say whatever she damned well pleases. When R'hin comes closer to her, she breathes out an agreeable sound and reaches up to take over the unbuttoning. Surely he can undress himself, but it's more fun if she does it. "I think some people wouldn't believe me if I told them you might be a good influence on me." That gets a raise of brows, followed swiftly by another of his low-throated chuckles. "You're definitely lying," he says, as his fingers drift through over the dreadlocks of hair, and down to her neck, pushing away the edge of material there. "I'm a very bad influence. But in all the right ways." He leans in to nuzzle at her neck a moment, then murmurs, "What do you think about Nabol?" Almost like he's trying to keep her distracted. Accusations of lying probably shouldn't make her smile like that, but Jadzia doesn't give any indication one way or the other as to actual truthiness. "Oh, you're definitely a bad influence. That might just be the only reason I like you," she says as she tilts her head to the side to give him as much access to her neck as he'd like. "I think it's full of Nabolese." That's the right answer, right? There's a tsk of mock disappointment from her Wingleader, while his fingers work on freeing her shirt from her body. "And some very bold robbers. Battling riders of all things," R'hin says, in between kisses that trail from her neck and across her now-bare shoulder. "Doesn't that just... ignite your curiosity?" Jadzia is more help than hindrance when it comes to getting her shirt off, and it's only Zia that has a shred of modesty to speak of. And she's not here right now. "It ignites a lot of things," she says with more than a hint of suggestion, her hands trying to find the fastenings of his trousers while he kisses her and she answers. "What will you do if you find them?" "Find out why." Not capture them, or stop them, but find out why. R'hin helps her with his trousers, and then breaks away to switch off the taps, now the water's near-full. With a glint of gaze as his attention turns back to Jadzia, he shifts his weight, with the intention of dropping her into the water. Albeit with him not far behind. "Why do you think they're doing it?" she wonders just before she's dropped into the water with an embarrassing squeak that she'd probably really prefer she could take back. But if he's going to play like that, he won't mind Jadzia crawling onto his lap with one leg to either side of his hips and a hand in his hair at the nape of his neck. R'hin doesn't seem to mind at all, and once they've sorted out their bath positions and the sloshing water has subsided, he tilts his head to regard her with thoughtful, pale eyes. "Greed. Ambition." he gives a brief shift of shoulders. "They're usually the most common. I hope it's more than that, though. They're such boring motivations." His hands stretch to play along her thighs, settling at her hip. "Give me a little revenge, a little envy any day." "If only thieves and robbers and the like made themselves more interesting for your benefit. The world would truly be a better place." Jadzia is smiling when she says it, but it falters after a moment and, instead of dwelling on that, she leans in to try kissing him properly, distractingly. "Wouldn't it?" R'hin answers that with a low-throated chuckle, and without a trace of irony. Maybe there'd be a follow up, except Jadzia proves herself exceedingly good at distraction, the bronzerider quick to respond in kind. Maybe later, much later, they'll pick up that thread of conversation. The brownrider is more than willing to keep distracting R'hin once she's started. And she can definitely keep that up so long as he can keep... well, you get the idea. Eventually later happens, but Jadzia is feeling, unsurprisingly, a little lazier, tucked against the bronzerider as though she's a completely normal woman. Strangely, though now is a good opportunity to delve deeper into the brownrider's head, R'hin does not press. He stirs only long enough to get them dry and into her bed, seemingly content to be in that contemplative, quiet moment. |
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