Logs:Forever?
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| RL Date: 31 January, 2015 |
| Who: K'zin, Telavi |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: After K'zin meets Lilah, he initiates a Relationship Conversation with Telavi. |
| Where: Artful Artifice Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 18, Month 12, Turn 36 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Lilah/Mentions, N'rov/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Back-dated. |
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| Once the clean K'zin has kissed his girlfriend hello and let her help him carry the boxes of food to the large table, he queries, "How was your day?" as they set about unpacking the boxes and silverware so they can go about sating their hunger (a hunger that must be immense on K'zin's part because it seems he's brought enough to feed a village). Telavi's paused to scrutinize the edge of a glass-- is that a chip?-- and, though she sets it down only slowly, moves quickly once she leaves it behind; it's not so bad to peek under lids when they have to come off anyway. "This looks tasty," she notes of a spiced nut-spread, reaching for the very flat flatbread to set near it. And though it's been over a sevenday, and so she's said she doesn't expect it until the thaw, "No word on the hat." That's more of a sigh. "Also, I nearly froze my nose off," see? "when we were riding northly, 'never mind crackdust, there might be more thieves.' What about yours?" Nose, thieves, whatever's filled his day; her tone is less 'oh no, my poor nose,' and more 'hurrah, I still have it.' K'zin leans over at her invitation to inspect her nose. It must be a thorough (visual) inspection for it lasts through the rest of her words.Then her nose gets a playful peck and then her lips before he grins at her. "Well, I'm relieved to find you still intact. The dangers of dragonriding in the Interval persist." Maybe he's channeling N'rov for the dry delivery. "Climbing went well, took me somewhere in Boll again." The bronzerider leans to catch up a handful of raisins from one of the dishes and pop them into his mouth before he adds. "Got to Fort early. Weyrwoman Lilah kept me company. Didn't know you two were friends," he glances at her, but it's just a glance with nothing behind it. "Indeed," sighs Telavi. Dragonriding, so arduous, so unglamorous! She gives the handful a quick, speculative glance that's only stayed from acquisitiveness by its turning out to be raisins, and after a last look-- spoons, yes-- settles in her chair around the corner from his. "It was the lingerie, you know? It does that to a girl," and the bow of her mouth almost brings up a dimple. "Not that we run into each other that much... how was she? Was it nice?" 'Nice,' as though she doesn't necessarily expect the word to apply, exactly. "Oh, really." It's not a question though K'zin doesn't sound like he knew it before. "The lingerie." There's the obligatory moment of distraction, and then he's looking at the food. Food first, distraction later. "She was... formal?" K'zin decides this as a good adjective. "I'm not sure she wanted to keep me company, but she did. I'm not sure, but the most interesting thing about me might be that you're my girlfriend but not my weyrmate." It's said offhandedly, but the words make K'zin's brow pucker. "You don't want to be, do you?" The most glamorous of glamorous dragonriding proposals, if it is one, although it sounds more like he's checking than offering. "At Fort," Tela prompts, but that was a while ago now, and he had been tipsy on the way back to the 'Reaches after waiting around. Regardless, "She does that," Tela agrees right before the corners of her mouth tuck in-- amused-- and then her brows go up. And up. "I like my weyr," she says, and reaches for a plate to start filling it up. And there had been new lingerie to concern himself with. "That's what I thought." K'zin answers with some measure of relief. "Me, too. I mean I like mine." The way it is. Without redecorating or whatever else happens when one gets weyrmated. He reaches for his own plate and waits, as per custom for Tela to get what she likes and instruct him on if there's something specific he's not supposed to finish before he begins to load his own. While he waits, he says, "I suppose we'll just keep on as we have been." Since it seems to work for them. "Though I don't know that I'd really mind if you wanted to sleep with Quinlys, or really most anybody, so long as they knew that we're really each others' and just having fun." He says in a way that suggests he hasn't actually done too much thinking about it before and is really now thinking it aloud for the first time. "Who'd give up a weyr with a workout room? Really." Telavi's arranging the round-bean sauce on the rivergrains just so; then it gets a thoughtfulness to it, as though she's just heard herself: who would? Then again, sometimes symmetry is just that complicated. She glances over at him, gaze lingering over the way he moves, what he chooses and what he... chooses more of. "Oh?" It's neither an 'oh boy!' nor an o extended enough to fall into: more, 'where did that come from?' "And after renovating for the second hearth," K'zin points out; it was expensive. He takes his plate and moves to settle in his seat. "Yeah." And for some moments that's all there is because he starts to eat. It's obviously still on his mind, but maybe eating will help him think. Telavi glances over towards that low, wide hearth, which was. If he's in no hurry to elaborate, neither does she ask; she does pour glasses of water to go with their wine-- their wine, no longer just water for him with her-- and, every now and again when she sees he's run out of a condiment or a dish he'd seemed to like, passes it along. It's not like she's silent; there's a comment on the spicing here, a bit of gossip out of Nabol there, but mostly there's companionable time... which also might give him time, to talk or to change his mind. It's an awkward time (of course it is) when Telavi's just finished saying something about Nabol that K'zin abruptly looks at her and says, "We're forever, right?" Whatever that means. She blinks at him. It's a blink-blink, rather owlishly, all wide eyes that today haven't decided between green and blue. It's a trip back from Nabol to-- "Forever?" Her single word question has K'zin's cheeks flaring into immediate crimson which might be alarming if didn't have such a long history with his blushes. He looks down at his plate a long pair of moments and then reaches for his wine. "Nevermind. It's stupid." Because that's totally how mature twenty-three turn olds deal with emotional things. When he goes for the wine, when he calls it stupid, Tela reaches out to pet his near foot with hers. "I wasn't planning on stopping," she says then, gaze searching what she can see of his. K'zin lifts his eyes to meet hers, and it's a heavy exhale that precedes, "Yeah," and, "yeah, I know. I just... If being weyrmated is what it took for us to be forever, that's what I'd want." How far from the boy he was. "But I don't think, for us, that it should." And surely he knows that weyrmatings are not forever, often. That nothing is. "Marriage... it doesn't guarantee anything." He chews his lower lip, worrying it more than being thoughtful. There's something more there that he's not saying. At should, her toes twitch briefly; maybe any 'should' would do it. "It doesn't," Tela agrees of marriage. After a few moments, she glances over her shoulder-- towards Solith?-- and back at him. She doesn't ask, but neither does she move to distract... or, for that matter, flee. It's when silence lingers that she reaches over to gently touch his arm-- clean fingers!-- "K'zin?" "Telavi?" K'zin looks to her from the food he had gone back to. It might well be her lack of response to the rest didn't encourage him to continue. Her lashes are upswept over contemplative eyes, warm with the look that, somehow, he gets and no one else does; her hand stays. "What were you thinking?" "Nothing," K'zin's eyes have fallen back to his plate, his fork pushing food but no longer eating. He's not eating. Telavi looks at him a moment longer, and then her hand goes away, just like that. Maybe she's taking him at face value. But no; she's rising, without even a huff or really any drama at all, circling the corner to lay her hands on his shoulders and set in to rubbing. "Forever and ever," she murmurs into his hair. "What?" The bronzerider sounds confused, as if he doesn't follow, and for all that Telavi has never accepted K'zin's limited brain as a Real Thing, this might be compelling evidence of it. There's a tap-tap of her thumbs that isn't quite waving her hands in the air, at all, but it could have been. Then, back to rubbing. "What you were talking about," Tela says. "What you said was stupid but wasn't. What else were you thinking?" Other than that, well, she didn't exactly somersault over the table in excitement. Maybe she thought he was just talking about weyrs? "Oh, it probably was," K'zin says dismissively. "Don't worry about it. We don't have to talk about this. Or what we are or aren't. Probably will just get us into trouble." Still, the fork is only making hillocks of the river grains. "Trouble," Telavi repeats contemplatively, and there's the barest ghost of a kiss for atop his hair. "Maybe. But we are getting better at it. I think? The talking, I mean," not the trouble. "It's on your mind and-- you shouldn't have to worry about it by yourself." Worry about it, worry it over, whichever. K'zin blows out a breath. "Maybe. But you haven't said what you want," which might be the crux of all the hesitation he now has. What does she want? "To keep the weyr with my favorite constellations ever," Tela says gently, and reaches around to try and lace her fingers with his. "To keep, more importantly, with the man who skulked in and put them up even when he was insisting we were taking a break." He relinquishes his fork to let her fingers take his. K'zin look at their entwined fingers and sighs softly. It's a tense sound, not one of relief. "Okay." Perhaps what she said wasn't enough, or perhaps his interpretation of what she said feels like something different. "You don't sound okay," Tela's voice still soft but troubled, now. Her fingers curl not just through but around his, holding snugly. "I don't understand." Hesitation. "What was it? About what I said? I thought..." K'zin sighs, shifting a little in his chair, then pushing it back carefully, meaning to angle it away from the table and create enough space to draw her into his lap. Once there, he takes a steadying breath before saying, "Yours didn't include 'forever.' It feels like I'm... I don't know, over-reaching?" Maybe they are getting better at talking about hard stuff. Once she realizes-- and she must appreciate his care, not to run the chair backward over her toes-- Tela sidesteps enough to let him, not enough to free herself; then she's in his arms, easing. Mostly easing; she leans her head like she's about to shelter her face in his neck, but at his lean sits up enough to meet his gaze. Even though it's less comfortable. A little while after he's stopped, "I... I think you're good. Not over-reaching?" She can't be glib; her gaze searches his, her cheeks gone pink. "I-- Keeping is," something that takes a hand-gesture, sliding here to there, "keeping going and going. And not stopping? Like that. Making it happen, on purpose. I don't like to think about ever stopping." His brows go up with silent inquiry at her first, but she talks, so he doesn't interrupt. K'zin listens, shifting his arms just a little to be a little more snug around her waist. "Oh," is what she gets at the end of all that. Then a beaming smile. "Well then." He just smiles at her for a moment before he kisses her, because that's what must be done when declarations of this variety are being made. Was Telavi supposed to kiss him earlier? Maybe she was, but then there was that table and also all the words and the worrying and the worrying-words and-- in any case, she makes with the kissing him back now, pressing him into the back of the chair. At least, until her stomach takes the inopportune moment to growl. Just because her stomach growls doesn't mean that K'zin's growl comes from the same location as he tilts his head to briefly savage her neck before, with a long-suffering sigh, he forces himself to have some self-control. "We should eat." This is said firmly. Once they're back in their individual chairs, which probably doesn't happen without a copped feel or two, and eating their dinners like good little riders, K'zin makes dinner conversation, "I don't think, given that this is forever, that I'd really mind you being with other people when you wanted. Even Quinlys. As long as whoever it is knows that, you know, this is this, and it's more important and stuff." And stuff. His cheeks are tinged pink, and his focus is very much on his river grains. Clearly, they're fascinating. Or three. "Really?" Telavi slides a look at him, and it's not so much an 'oh goody!' as 'really?' Not that it hasn't been a while since that scene in the Snowasis, but, "I remember your being pretty grr, you know." "Yeah," K'zin's cheeks color more deeply. "Well, it's... things are different now. I guess... I guess I just feel more secure, in us, you know? Sort of like, come what may we will be? I mean, we've been through a lot since then." He shifts, and it's quietly, oh so quietly that he admits, "And I think Ras... might've been... well, helping along some less than favorable feelings." Through a lot, and yet Telavi just doesn't seem to have tired of his blushes, even if she isn't actively trying to provoke them this time and there are important things on the table. There's a murmur of understanding and then, as K'zin goes on... Tela's not even looking at his rivergrains, but somewhere short of the edge of his plate. Her posture's tight. If he gives her a moment, surely she'll be back to herself then. "I'm sorry, Tela." K'zin says after half a moment. Quietly and sincerely. "I don't know why..." Then, "You don't have to be. It's not like it's a surprise." Telavi finds a little smile, a little bit brittle smile. She breathes it out, breathes fresher air back in. She looks at him. "I'm glad... it's easier now," she says, a quiet admission; there are all these things that have been harder for him. "Mm," is not a noise that agrees with the last words. K'zin looks at his plate, not at the greenrider. He doesn't explain though, instead saying, "You know it's not really you he objects to. It's who you make me want to be. As ever, he might even..." He trails off, shaking his head, shrugging. "Doesn't matter now. Anyway." Food. Only, the appetite isn't there. Telavi glances at him through her lashes. If it's an 'as ever,' from Rasavyth and about her, no wonder she doesn't broach the topic. "I hope it's all right," she says, "with you," how to put this? She looks up, she looks at his food, she looks at her food, she looks at him, she tops off their water, "I'm not excited about the idea of your..." she doesn't quite wiggle her fingers in the air, it's not relaxed enough for that. "With other... again... more?" The water, at least, he'll drink with a murmur of thanks. It's possible he doesn't understand the first and is afraid to broach what he thinks she might mean, so he leaves it alone. Instead, K'zin looks to her. "That's fine," it's really fine. "I don't need anyone else." That he's not giving up T'volt is assumed to be understood. "Sex is... I mean, you know, it can be fun with someone new, nice, even, but it's only that. Nice and fun. And I don't need more nice and fun than I already have. I need you." And there's the difference. And he's even admitting it. "Oh." Oh! Oh oh oh oh oh. "K'zin." These hand motions lead to her actually having to set down the forgotten-about decanter, hastily, and then wipe up the spill; evidently the way he puts it, this 'need' is a good thing, "Well, you have me," declares Telavi, "and you're going to have me," and for once it's not even with the other implication of having. Though he might that too! K'zin freezes at the intonation of the 'oh', and then his name. His eyes are a little widened when he looks at her, with brows lifted just enough to crinkle his forehead just the tiniest bit. It's a 'what did I say?' sort of look, but he stays silent and watches the rest of the reaction. His cheeks darken at her last words, and it's a little awkward when he says, "Well. Good." And that's all, because what do you say, when you've already said? Another blush. It's a little awkward, but Telavi looks at him through one beat, two, her feet sliding over to wrap around one of his. Got you. "I love you, K'zin," she says very softly. So he knows, all over again. 'Need'... "I'm glad we're," to quote from earlier, "'still intact.'" Noses and all. Not even, for now, bandits. K'zin's smile is small, it's the soft one that's just for her, "I love you, too," is simple. He reaches out a hand, seeking hers for a moment, for a squeeze. "Now," he says as though he has some authority here, "Let's eat so we can get to bed," and his dimples peek out as he smiles at her before digging into his plate with renewed resolve. There's a reward for finishing this plate! |
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