Logs:Fooling Himself
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| RL Date: 22 June, 2015 |
| Who: Drex |
| Involves: High Reaches Hold |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: How Drex passes time at the Hold |
| Where: High Reaches Hold |
| When: Day 21, Month 1, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Farideh/Mentions, Vinien/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Backdated, because brain fail. |
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| It'd been a seven since he and Fari had parted ways. Drex'd spent most -- hell, all -- of that time drinking away his nights. He'd been drunkenly staggering back to the ship late one night when he caught sight of her, three steps taken in her wake before he'd even known what he was doing. He lunged forward, caught her elbow... and realized immediately it wasn't Farideh. That night, it didn't matter. The next night, as if by magic, she happened to be waiting near the docks. He was more sober than he had been the day before, and he saw clearly, this time, the differences -- her hair was longer than Farideh's, her nose more broad, hips wider. He went with her, but that was the last time. Three days later, he found a blonde tavern maid who looked nothing like Farideh. That was better. Easier. They were fine until she spoke of him coming back to port to see her next winter. She wanted what he wanted, but she wasn't who he wanted. He didn't see her again after that. It made the nights much harder. There were plenty of things to keep him busy, during the day. Repairs to be made. A replacement mainsail to be installed. Supplies to be inventoried, checked, and replenished. The boy Vinien visited often, always with his guard in tow. He wanted to be a sailor, he declared, and when Drex pointed out he couldn't be a sailor and a Lord Holder, the boy declared he'd claim the ocean on behalf of his Hold. "Aint no one claiming the sea. The sea claims you." Vinien didn't like that, and he didn't come back for at least two sevens. It was for the best, maybe. The crew had started making jokes about how he preferred to hang around with boys over women. He could've staved it off with a visit to the local tavern, to that holder girl who'd been glancing his way now and then. But he couldn't do it. He told himself, not here. Maybe he was fooling himself. Yet every time the Hold's watch dragon greeted an arriving dragonrider, he looked, to see what color it was. Every time but that last time. |
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