Logs:Fuck Off
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| RL Date: 2 April, 2009 |
| Who: K'del, P'ax |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: K'del and P'ax aren't friends... again. |
| Where: K'del's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 9, Month 5, Turn 19 (Interval 10) |
| K'del's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr There's nothing particularly unusual about this mid-sized weyr, at least from first glance. To the left of the entrance is the same, low hearth typical of many weyrs at High Reaches, which keeps it snugly warm in winter, while in summer the high ceilings and stone walls provide a cool retreat. Opposite to the hearth is a desk made of fine, polished wood, with a comfortable chair that nearly matches, while to the back of the weyr is a double-sized wooden bed, also of a similar shade, as well as a simple washstand. A few glow lamps attached to the variegated stone walls provide light, as does a fine, oil-based reading lamp that sits on the desk, next to the stack of books and papers kept tidy with matching book-ends. The bed is made with fine sheets and down-filled pillows and blankets, all dyed in shades of navy blue, a paler blue, and bronze. Between the hearth and the desk on the opposite wall is a rug made up of neatly patterned blocks of primary colours, which sits not quite flat, as though something has gotten caught underneath. A set of straps hang from wall near the ledge, and, frequently, a jacket hangs from the back of the desk chair. Beyond this, there are few personal touches in this largely functional weyr. P'ax does not arrive unannounced. Yyth touches Cadejoth's mind, verifies that K'del is at home before she comes to visit, making the precarious landing on Cadejoth's tiny ledge. She's laid down with more packs than usual, and P'ax is wearing clothing for warmer weather under his jacket. "K'del?" he calls. And Cadejoth is quite content to report that K'del is, indeed, at home - and alone, which is probably also a good thing to note. He squeezes over to allow Yyth room to land, though it does involve being half on and half off the ledge, extending his neck to bat warmly at the green as she arrives. Inside, K'del calls back, perfectly cheerful, "Come on in, P'ax." He's sitting at his desk, finishing something off, with a half eaten sandwich set beside it, presumably the remains of his lunch. Yyth gives an apologetic warble and an offer to sit with him on the starstones if he'd like, and takes off again to give him his ledge back. P'ax's mouth twists uncomfortable, forming a sour slash in his face. He doesn't come any farther than the partition between ledge and inner weyr, leaning his shoulder against the stone. "Hi." It's P'ax's expression that, presumably, gives K'del his first clue that something is up; his head turns so as to let him glance at the greenrider, his expression faltering on sight. While Cadejoth sweeps on after Yyth - the star stones are much more comfortable for two - the bronzerider slides from his chair, frowning. "Something up?" P'ax gives K'del a flat look, one of disbelief. He sighs and closes his eyes, one hand lifting to pinch the bridge of his nose. He either has nothing to say or can't possibly form everything he /wants/ to say into something more civil. It's probably the latter. Finally his tensed jaw relaxes and he lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. "I came to say goodbye," he settles for, opening gray eyes to look at K'del again. K'del looks honestly, genuinely, /utterly/ perplexed. His frown deepens, as he watches his clutchmate work out what to say, and then, further, when he finally does speak. "Goodbye?" he repeats, taking several steps closer. "Why goodbye? Where are you going?" Despite the frown - or perhaps just /part/ of it - there is definite concern in his expression. "You still having those dreams? Just-- getting away for a bit?" P'ax curls his fingers a few times, flexing them like he's just dying to slap K'del for his confusion. Such a woman. "No thanks to you. /You/ don't care. As long as dreadful old P'ax doesn't interfere with your game, right? It's not enough that you have to screw every girl in the Weyr, but you find it perfectly acceptable to /humiliate me/ in front of them too..." he trails off, falls silent for an awkward moment. And then, clipped, "I'm going to Ista for awhile." "Humiliate you?" K'del evidently has a thing for repetition, this afternoon. And then, the entirety of what P'ax has to say sinking in, his jaw squares; suddenly, instead of confused and concerned, he looks downright pissed off. "Of course I care. /Thought/ we were friends. What should it matter, if I sleep with girls? You have to take everything so personally. So I'm not allowed to be frustrated at being interrupted? So I have to want you around /all the time/? Fuck you, then. Go to Ista." P'ax wilts away from the confrontation, nodding quietly. That quick flash of rage hollows him out, leaving behind an exhausted, drawn husk. "Yeah. Sorry, I thought friends sat together at dinner. I was mistaken." With a weary sigh, he runs his hand through his hair and turns to slump back out. "I'll..." keep in touch? See you later? Be back when Yyth starts glowing and forces me home? He doesn't offer any of that. He leaves it hanging. K'del's words don't calm down, even in the wake of P'ax's response. "Friends know when not to bother friends. /Friends/--" He breaks off, red-faced and scowling. "Grow up, P'ax. And get lost. Come back when you're ready to grasp the concept that friends--" What? He doesn't finish it, just shrugs, head shaking. P'ax pauses, glances back at K'del. "When I grasp..what? That I'm worthless. That I'm only allowed to talk to you when you aren't with anyone else? I got it K'del. Loud and clear. I'll stay away from you in public." His mouth twists and he looks up at the star stones, but Yyth doesn't seem to be making any move to come get him. "I didn't /say/ that, damn it. It's not as though I haven't eaten dinner with you plenty of times." Which is true enough. His gaze, too, seeks past the greenrider, towards the distant star stones, though it's harder for him to see that far. "But how hard is it to know when it's a bad idea? You obviously don't get along with Carobet; why even bother?" P'ax doesn't answer, not at first. "Oh, please Yyth. I'm sorry, I know you want to stay with Cadejoth.." He lapses into silence, presumably carrying on the battle with her in his head. Slowly, oh so very slowly, he turns to look back at K'del. "Shut up," he says very quietly, but it's not the gentle aquiescence he usually takes when he's being broken down. "It's obvious to me that your dick is more important than our friendship. It's fine, I understand. I would - I have - given up things for you, though. You know how Milani introduced me to people? "That's P'ax. He has a crush on K'del."" His mouth twists. "That's all I am to anyone. The sad sick shit greenrider who supposedly has a crush on you. Because we're 'friends'. Because I keep falling all over myself to do things for you, to share things with you like friends. And you shit all over me." He shakes his head. "I begged you for your friendship. And you gave me something like a Lord throwing a mark at his starving holder. Because I should be greatful that you even acknowledge me at all." He turns away and bellows, "YYTH!" K'del has no interest in hearing this; his scowl grows, filling his entire face, every piece of body language. "And you get a kick out of hurting people. Poor Millie - you turned A'son off so badly that she didn't get to spend time with him. And you thought you were helping? Have you no... Forget it." He turns away, walks away, further into the weyr, boring holes into the walls with his eyes. "Grow up, P'ax. I tried. But I give up. Evidently friendship with you is supposed to come above /everything/ else. Fuck that. Fuck you. Get out of my weyr." Cadejoth, up on the stones, is regretful, but notes to Yyth, « You'd better go. K'del is... angry. » P'ax shakes his head and falls silent. "Yeah, poor Millie. Lost lover comes back, handsome bronzerider sleeps with her so she doesn't have to be alone. I'm sure she's plagued with problems. Why don't I just save you both the burden of my presence. Save /everyone/." He kicks a small pebble, watches it clatter off the ledge and fall. Yyth sighs and pulls away with a tendril of agreement, waddling towards the edge and spreading her wings. « Do you think humans splat like pancakes the same way herdbeasts do if you drop them? » The thought delights her. /That/ makes K'del turn around. His face is white with anger. "Oh, fuck off, P'ax. Stop feeling so damn sorry for yourself. And get off my ledge. I have nothing else to say to you." He slams himself back into his chair, turning back to whatever it was he was writing at before as if, indeed, the greenrider has already gone. Cadejoth watches Yyth go, letting out a short, slightly mournful sound. « Probably, » he decides. « I think I'd prefer it were just herdbeasts, though. » P'ax waits impatiently for Yyth to finish showing off a last time for Cadejoth and come pick him up. « That's no fun, » she grumbles. « Will you come see me in Ista? We can splat things together. » She lands and he mounts up, but even that doesn't interrupt their connection. To Yyth, Cadejoth is apologetic, quiet - sad. « I will! If I can. I hope. » And then: he fades away. Oh, so sad. |
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