Logs:Exactly What You Wanted
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| RL Date: 14 September, 2014 |
| Who: H'vier, Tayte |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Tayte's Still Pissed, a month later. |
| Where: Western Bowl, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 20, Month 10, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: A layer of gray clouds covers the sky. The air feels cool and damp, but there is no rainfall today. |
| OOC Notes: Reference to violence. Anger. Angst. Back-dated. |
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| Western Bowl, High Reaches Weyr The bowl's vast dirt floor extends in a rough oval from west to east, only sparse clumps of grass surviving between the crisscrossed pathways of daily traffic. To the northwest stand massive gates to the world beyond, allowing people, livestock, and tithes to pass beneath some of the seven jagged spires that stand sentinel over that area of the bowl. In late afternoons, their spindly, fingerlike shadows stretch over that end of the bowl all the way to the living cavern's hulking brass doors in the far north. Eastward, the bowl sprawls on toward the lake, sloping slightly downward to allow runoff from rain and snowmelt, but to the south it's caged by more cliffs of dark, rough-cut granite. Rocks poke up from the ground here, a few large boulders and many smaller outcroppings worn smooth in spots by time and use. A few ground weyr entrances dot the wall, the most frequented ledge set up like a patio while the largest ledge services the Weyrleaders' complex, directly beside the huge entrance to the hatching sands. A more human-sized entrance, left of that, leads to the galleries. A layer of gray clouds covers the sky. The air feels cool and damp, but there is no rainfall today.
H'vier has been pretty good about giving Tayte space. He's even mostly avoided asking nosy questions about her to Yvalia during their visits. Mostly. But today he doesn't even need the girl's help to have a Tayte fix. When he first sees her, the bronzerider pauses uncertainly to make sure that's definitely her. And once he commits to approaching her, H'vier does so without saying her name or otherwise announcing his presence. It's not like he's sneaking up on her. He's just not warning her. He probably does not intend to startle her back into bedrest, and it's probably only because someone else calls Tayte's name and has her turning half in H'vier's direction to answer the wave of that person that saves her from such a fate. But by then, H'vier is too close for her to out-run him, even if she was in a state to run, or of a mind to do so. Instead, her eyes simply narrow and her lips set in a thin line. She stays put, because clearly he's coming to her. "Tayte," says H'vier, like he's surprised that she's seen him even though he must have heard her being called from his general direction. But he closes some of the distance, eyes falling predictably toward her belly. "You're up." It's almost a question. Is she supposed to be up? "You look... great." This is all totally normal. "I am, no thanks to you." So, Tayte's still mad then. "What do you want, H'vier?" The question is asked in a tone that sounds both fatigued and intolerant, as might a Harper to a pupil kept many too many times after class for repeated bad behavior. "Don't be like that, baby," is said in one of H'vier's more soothing, apologetic voices. "I just wanted to see you." And her belly, judging by the way he keeps looking at it. But mostly her. Really. "Make sure you're okay. I miss you." "Don't you 'baby' me." Tayte frowns at him. She even wags a stern finger at him, the other hand going to her hip. "I'm surprised you've had any time to miss me with the way you've been raking in tail." Frowning! She probably is just making an educated guess, or else the grapevine is still dropping fruit into Tayte's lap. He doesn't necessarily admit to her accusation. Instead he says, "I stopped fucking anyone, Tayte. You're the one that pushed me away again. So don't get pissed off that I've found comfort since then." H'vier hasn't been as tail-happy as he has been in the past, granted, but it's probably true that he hasn't exactly been hurting for company. "Anyone," Tayte is obviously disbelieving. "For a whole three seconds? I bet that was hard for you. Poor thing," is very tongue in cheek, her arms folding across her chest. "You're the one who dumped me, and then used me, and then dumped me again, even after I took you back when you cheated on me, even after--" But she abruptly cuts off, glaring at him. He knows what he did! Well, this is what H'vier wanted, isn't it? Except now that he's got Tayte feeling this way about him, he doesn't seem to like it very much. He frowns back at her, but his is perhaps more on the sad side. "I'm sorry I hurt you. But this is probably for the best, isn't it? You're doing well now, aren't you?" "Oh, yeah," Tayte answers him with an overabundance of sarcasm. "I'm fantastic. Knocked up, on bed rest, off bed rest, waiting to go on bed rest again, without my craft, without my job," bartending, "with my girls sad I can't be a good mother to them, and a lying, cheating dirtbag of an ex stopping me on the very long walk from bathes to my room," because, oh yeah, he never weyrmated her and found her that private bath she's always wanted, "to tell me he misses me even though he's been sticking his dick into whatever hot crevice happens to present itself." She must mean female crevices, right? But saying so doesn't have the same ring so... it's probably just a matter of phrasing. Her phrasing wouldn't usually even register to him. But after recent encounters, it gives H'vier pause and his brows furrow as he looks at her, trying to read what she means by it without actually asking her. Either way, it seems to unsettle him in a way he wasn't prepared for. All he comes up with as a response is, again, "I'm sorry." Then, lamely, "Do you want me to carry that for you?" Tayte stares impassively back at him. Good luck reading that face beyond 'it might be a good idea to fuck off now.' She rolls her eyes and doesn't dignify the stupid question with a response, instead turning to continue her slow, plodding path toward her room. This is going well! "Tell me what I can do to help make it better, Tayte. I don't like... this." Her being this angry with him. H'vier much preferred the tolerance that occasionally had them sleeping together, but he'd probably settle for something between the two extremes. Tayte turns around, a maneuver that is no longer as graceful as it once was. She looks at him very nearly astounded. Then, "This is what you wanted, H'vier. You did this. All of it. You have no one to blame but yourself, and I'm not going to help you feel better about any of it. You asked for it. So, here. Have it. Enjoy it. Go fuck whatever moves." She doesn't care! Don't mind the tears that have started falling as she turns to start moving off again, trying to pick up the pace some though, that's still not even a normal walking pace for most non-pregnant people. H'vier starts to follow her for a few steps, but then he pauses. He's well aware of the fact that she doesn't want him following her, and he'd really like to give her what she wants right now. But it's not what he wants, so he watches her restlessly as she walks away. It's probably a good thing the wall of the bowl is out of punching distance or he might break his hand. |
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