Logs:Fantasy Meets Reality
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| RL Date: 16 September, 2013 |
| Who: H'vier, Tayte |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: The results are disastrous for Tayte and H'vier. |
| Where: H'vier's weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 24, Month 10, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| OOC Notes: Angst, violence, lingerie! Adult themes on the whole. Back-dated, played via gdocs. |
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| It's the night. The night that the healer's ban on carnal indulgences lifts. So, of course, this night finds an eager Tayte awaiting H'vier in his weyr. Nevermind that they haven't seen each other in more than passing since the flight some nine days ago. She's here now and dressed for the occasion. Far less noticeable than the woman relaxing on the bed in her pink and cream lingerie and fur wrap is the bag off to one side of the bed. Once again, waiting, although this time, not so politely outside. Unlike Tayte, H'vier hasn't had to wait for sevens upon sevens to get his groove thang on. Well, okay, he was supposed to wait if he wanted Tayte, but if he's been doing a lot of waiting, he hasn't been spending that time with the aforementioned woman. So it comes as a surprise to him when he comes home to his weyr and finds Tayte on his bed in those clothes. Or lack thereof. It's probably even more surprising to the young woman holding onto his arm - the one that hadn't been stabbed - who looks like there's something that she's missed. "You didn't say anything about a threesome, Havi!" she says as she smacks his chest with cute frustration. It probably says something about the sort of person she is that that's her first reaction. H'vier remains speechless, staring at Tayte. There's a moment of frozen speechlessness for Tayte, too. Obviously, no one here was in on planning this threesome. After that one moment where there is a total lack of action, the color flushes into her chest and steals up to her face, making her torso and face nearly the same unripened strawberry color as her fancy lingerie. There's movement otherwise, too. She's shifting, rolling to the edge of the bed and sitting up, her back to the pair. Her hands briefly grip the mattress at either side of her bare thighs. The fur wrap slides down her arms, but is caught in a hand as she rises, stepping to that innocuous bag. She crouches only long enough to snag out of it a loose pair of trousers and a long-sleeved shirt. She may have no dignity left in this weyr, but she doesn't need to have lost it entirely outside. "Have Reisoth ask Jozinth up, won't you, Havi?" Her normally warm alto is cold, though she twists the nickname into something bitter at the end as she asks for the elevator dragon, her back still to them. "Tayte," he finally says, removing himself from the other woman's hold on his arm. "This isn't what it looks like." H'vier is a good liar. But it's pretty easy to see through that one. This is exactly what it looks like. "What are you doing here anyway?" Maybe the lingerie isn't obvious enough for him. Or he's just trying to turn the blame onto her instead. He doesn't comment on summoning the other dragon just yet but he does say to his company, "Can you give us some privacy?" as he waves for her to head back out toward the ledge. He's such a good host. There's a scoff at his lie. Obviously, Tayte's not buying what H'vier's trying to sell tonight. She pulls her trousers on, making short work of the draw-string with sharp tugs and jerks to get it tied up snug. Tayte glares briefly over her shoulder at the bronzerider. "Isn't it obvious? I came to get laid." But that's not happening now, her voice tells without needing to say so. "And to work things out with my boyfriend. But he's not here." Was he ever? She yanks her top on, her hand sweeping into the neckline to pull her hair out. Her hair, which she must have taken efforts with, along with cosmetics, to make sure she looked like Every Man's Wet Dream. She doesn't ask about the dragon again. Maybe she plans grow wings and jump off the ledge if he's not obliging. There's probably a lot of things that H'vier should be saying right now if he wants to fix anything at all. But damned if nothing comes out of his mouth. Nope, it's just back to dumb staring. At least the other woman went out, if hesitantly to peek inside of Reisoth's wallow or whatever the hell she's doing out there. "You don't have to leave. We can still fuck. I can send her off." Except there's the suggestion that at least one of the women is probably staying, either way, which isn't likely to help his case with the one he's talking to. "Yes, I do." Tayte disagrees about the necessity of leaving. stooping to pick up her bag and make sure the buttons are done up so she doesn't lose anything, fur wrap draping through the armstraps and over top of the thing. "You call me a whore, break up with me, sleep with other women while I'm still broken from our baby," She's turned, placing the bag over her left shoulder and is looking with H'vier. Her face wants to be only anger, but there's a deep, aching hurt there. If he didn't know how deeply he wounded her before, he probably does now, "Then tell me you want to talk about things, and then continue to sleep with other women when I've asked you not to until we've worked things out." Does he see it? "I do have to leave. Besides, I wouldn't want you to disappoint your guest." The consonants of that sentence are over-articulated. It's not a genuine want. "Is the elevator dragon coming?" She takes steps toward him, probably only because he's on the way to the ledge, but stops about three paces back. "Don't fucking blame me for not waiting around after you lost our baby." It's harsh but right now H'vier doesn't seem to care about details like that. Right now he's getting angry, even if he doesn't have a very good basis for getting that way in the first place. Not right now, anyway. As Tayte walks in his direction, toward the way out, H'vier steps toward her. "They're coming now. You can both leave." There's something not unlike a snarl on the bronzerider's face. If Tayte were a shrinking violet, no doubt she'd quake or wilt in the wake of H'vier's growing anger. Except, as she's pointed out to H'vier many times, she's an independent woman who's been taking care of herself a long time; this includes seeing to her own satisfaction when her honor has been insulted. The fact that her bag is slipping off her shoulder and she's closing the distance between them is the only warning he gets before her knee is aiming for -- well, the instruments he'd been hoping to use tonight. H'vier is the sort of man that doesn't expect women to knee him in the balls. He probably should, granted, because this isn't the first time that it's happened. But all the same, he's not expecting Tayte to actually follow through. Once he realizes that she is, it's too late and the big bronzerider is curling in on himself all the way down to the floor. He'd probably be cursing more if he could say anything just now. But, hey! There's a dragon waiting on his ledge, at least. And Reisoth doesn't actually seem very concerned about his rider. Tayte's not sticking around to see what happens after H'vier manages to get up. Nor does she show any remorse for nailing tender parts with an unforgiving knee. She snags up her bag. When she pauses, it's brief, and out of the reach of his limbs, "Never blame me of our baby. I wanted him." She can't possibly know it was a him, but... "Wanted you. Loved you both. And you damn well know it." Ass. Then she's striding to the ledge. She looks to the woman that would've been guest, "He says we're both to leave." Beat. "But you're welcome to come back to my place for a drink and a twosome if it suits you." Then without another word, she's mounting up on Jozinth's neck, ignoring the surprised young rider, and offering a hand down to the woman in case she wants it. H'vier only mumbles a strained sound as Tayte leaves. The young woman that was waiting so obediently outside, confused by the appearance of the dragon and its rider, is even more confused when Tayte comes out and says they're both supposed to leave. She doesn't, however, question her. "Sure," she says with a bright smile after a moment or two of hesitation. "That sounds fun!" |
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