Logs:Goodwill
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| RL Date: 6 April, 2013 |
| Who: Jo, Telavi |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Jo runs into Telavi. Telavi shows her some interesting (stolen) artwork. |
| Where: Nighthearth, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 10, Month 6, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: K'zin/Mentions, N'ky/Mentions, D'kan/Mentions |
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| Someone who really didn't want to draw attention wouldn't have such shyly downcast eyes as she 'studies' in the Nighthearth's cavern, not paired with such an underlying smirk as Telavi most definitely has... unless she just can't help herself. While dinner had to be spent at the weyrling table, she'd brought a poppyseed sweet with her, sitting half-eaten on a little plate on the broad arm of her even broader chair. She's curled up in it, much the way Solith might have done at a younger age, bare-legged and bare-armed but with a slouchy rose-colored cap covering all her hair. Having just gotten in, Jo arrives inside with her black gloves sliding off and a steaming bowl of something balanced in one hand. She spots Telavi's form easily enough in sparsely crowded room, approaching her form behind like a shadow with the few she passes to spare her a gaze. "I'm surprised," is her greeting, stepping to the side so that she was now approaching in the weyrling's periphery. She drops into the chair opposite from her and sets her bowl and utensil down next to her gloves. "Looks like yer survivin' weyrlin'hood." She's staring hard at her now, as if detecting if, maybe, she's wrong. Is it gratifying, how Telavi starts at the sound of the bluerider's voice right there, realization sliding into eyes that seem particularly green today? "Jo," she greets with a little wriggle that drapes her legs over the arm of her chair, reshuffling her hidework and that plate onto her midsection so she can lean against the other arm and just smile at the other woman. "Darlin'." Jo's welcome to stare at her all she wants. She's alive. "Where's that dragon of yers that ya were wearin' like a scarf the last time?" Jo asks, making a show of looking about Telavi's form. And well, she's looking at Telavi's form, too, despite the cynical tilt to her lips. One can't fault her when the other wriggles like that. She leans forward to dig into the stew in her bowl right then, looking her way occasionally before she says, belatedly, "Telavi. What have ya been up to? No good, I suspect? Keepin' yer...self-control-" and it's a deliberate pause there, "-in order?" The lift of Telavi's eyes doesn't say, 'Why does everyone keep talking about my dragon?' but if she's tempted to gush about Solith as so many others do, she keeps it to herself. "Too large to fit. Can you credit it? She's even longer than I am tall, believe it or not." If they tested, Telavi lying on the ground in a stretch while Solith does the same, it was most certainly in privacy. Now, one bare foot dips and sways at the ankle as the weyrling gets around to Jo's other questions. "And do you suspect, or do you hope? I've been wonderfully controlled. You should compliment me. I haven't," and while with someone else she might have said 'kicked,' with Jo she says, "knifed anyone yet." Snorting, "They do grow fast, that," Jo does notes now, shaking her head as she spoons stew into her mouth. "Y'all look joined at the hip though. Codependent. Ain' use to seein' ya like that." To the latter though, now there's that shameless smile, unapologetic as she says, "I hope. I rather like ya out of control. Little Lavi keepin' to the rules is a strange little world to me, so, why should I compliment that?" However, her dark gaze flowing over the younger woman with intent in a pause, "Ya haven' knifed anyone. Yet. Should I be? I went the whole weyrlin'hood and didn' knife anyone, myself. I think ya know my own self-control, doncha?" Or mostly lack of it. "Maybe those clutchmates of yers are just too kind. Wanna be yer friend and all that shit, right? Ain' there that bronze weyrlin' one, ah, K'zin? Looks like he might be a good time. When those rules lift." She's goading and she's teasing. Probably flirting, too. It seems to come natural to the convict rider around Telavi. "You thought that because you saw us all of once? Or," and here Telavi glances at Jo with coy astonishment, "have you been watching us, Jo? Do I have a stalker, should I report you to the weyrlingmasters with just how that frightened that makes me feel?" She even shivers, prettily, right down to her toes. "Oh, you know I only break the rules when you're around. All the rest of the time I'm nice and sweet and well-behaved," only she says it as though she has a bridge to sell Jo, too. "Maybe your clutchmates were too kind, and that's why you kept your control? K'zin's adorable, and you'd eat him alive. Shall I introduce you?" She has a secretive smile, a teasing smile, her deep dimples appearing for just a moment. "Me, stalk you?" Jo counters dryly, pausing in eating to send Telavi a look. "Bet ya wish it. Bet ya wish a lot of things about me that would have ya reportin' me to the weyrlingmasters." She resumes her eating then before she states, "I don' stalk. Speakin' of, I still haven' figure out the real reason yer here." That must be sarcasm with that look. "But I already know I'm not goin' to get a real answer outta ya. Especially since ya like to misbehave around me. I should bring out the flask again, right?" She's a temptress, pausing long enough to dip her hand into her open leather jacket - as if the flask was right there. There's laughter on her own clutchmates, letting her hand fall from the jacket as she finishes her stew. "It's no fun when they're nice to ya," is all she says to that, "and, I've met K'zin already. They came to us. Ya think he's adorable, do ya? That means ya'll jump him the moment he gets his own weyr?" She returns that secretive smile on that before sliding her bowl and utensil away from her and returns her hand inside her jacket to actually pull out her flask. It's hard to look away from Jo, but Telavi makes even a belated check for observers into a ploy, tilting her head back to scan the room as though what she's going to say next is going to be just that much of a secret. But there's no one, or at least no one who matters. Still, she keeps her voice down, or perhaps even it's the excuse for her to keep her voice down, low and a little throaty. "Of course you don't. Of course I do." She has a slow smile for Jo, her eyes shining. And when the bluerider dips her hand into her jacket, well, it's not Jo's flask that the weyrling makes a show of looking for. Of K'zin, sweetly innocent, "Why, would you like to watch?" She lowers her head, if not wholly her gaze, to her own hidework and moves things around as though she'd get up soon, or as though she's looking for something. "You wouldn't want N'ky then, poor boy. Perhaps you might give D'kan a try? He seems... tense, these days, and his calluses didn't come from crafting." When Telavi checks around to see if anyone's paying them attention, Jo doesn't do the same. With that arrogant smirk of hers in place, it's possible she feels she has nothing to hide from anyone in there. The flask makes a showing and she's already flipping up the lid and taking a drink from it when the weyrling speaks. Eyes narrow just a bit for that last part, "Of course what?" she prompts, making that deliberately suggestive. "Yer gonna have to spell it out for me, darlin'." Yeah, she's caught that look, but she chooses to comment on the names given. On watching, "Don' tempt me," is her quick response, and then on the male green weyrling, "Met him, once. Sweet little holdbred thing. Girls like ya and me would corrupt him. Ya know it. Don' think I've met this one with the calluses that didn' come from craftin', though. I reckon ya all would be tense, by now." Beat. "By the eyes ya been makin' at me since I've sat down." "Of course I wish," murmurs Telavi in answer, deceptively obedient. She too can choose not to comment, on temptation this time, though that doesn't stop her from wetting her lips with the delicate tip of her tongue. Even if they chap later, apparently it's worth it for now! "Of course I'm 'tense.' And I've been so good." She glances beneath the hides on her lap, just a peek, before looking back at Jo and her flask. "Come here, why don't you? I have something to show you... if you promise to keep it confidential. I wouldn't want anyone to get in trouble, after all." "Love to tease," Jo quips in a murmur, vaguely amused as she takes another drink from the flask, and then, maybe unintentionally, setting the flask on the table right between them. Dark eyes watch her wet those lips, and the bluerider states, again, "Love to tease. Yer makin' me think back to that night out in Crom. When Kait swindled marks and a necklace off this man with her body. I think ya remember that night." She does. But then Telavi's telling her to come closer, and the brow arches at that potentially dangerous request. "If ya don' want anyone to get in trouble," she counters, "then why show me?" There's a pause, and then she's up from her chair and coming around the table, hovering close within the weyrling's personal space as she looks from down her neck, towards the hides. "So. What's this, here?" she only asks after she's lingered for a moment. Telavi doesn't deny it. "You didn't need to use your body for what you did, did you," she murmurs. "I remember that too." She leaves that hanging, waiting, as Jo moves around. She doesn't lift her head, doesn't hide her neck, doesn't conceal what's on her lap: a particularly boring-for-Tela history of some minor Hold or other. That's what's on top, at least. "Promise first," she reminds. "Why else would I show you? Because I think you'd like it." She hasn't made a move towards that flask, though her gaze has flickered that way, just once. But that was earlier, and she's just looking at Jo now. "Call it multi-talented," Jo is quick to answer on any of the things she did that vaguely spoken night long ago. "Ya know Kait still holds onto that necklace. She'd be better off sellin' it for a profit." She studies what's ontop - minor Hold history - and seeing that, she frowns. "Promise that I won' cause any trouble?" She transfers that frown to Telavi, but after a moment's hesitation - or reluctance - there's a nod. "Fine," she gives. "I promise, but only cuz ya have me curious now about me likin' whatever this is." She meets her gaze squarely and jerks her chin down towards her lap. "So show me yer goods," she says, leaving the innuendo right there. But still Tela holds out, though she's a touch distracted with Jo right there. "I couldn't make you promise not to cause any trouble," she teases. "That wouldn't be right. A crime against nature, Jo, you'd break it in a heartbeat. Just... don't tell on me," because of course it would come down to that. Inclining her head briefly, the humor heard in her tone, "As long as that trouble is caused with you, ya mean?" Jo banters back, setting a hand to the table as she leans over Telavi's shoulder to see more of those hides. "And, ya have me. I would break it. That is the beast that is me, right?" harking back to something said between them before. "But I won' tell on ya. Why would I? I take care of all my greenriders." She sounds like she's joking, right? "Show me. Ya have me dyin' over here with nosiness." "Well," if Jo's so perceptive, what's a girl to do? Only smile back up to her, and then slide her gaze away as though caught in the act. "You say that as though there's a whole stable of us," she murmurs, sliding that history aside. There's a notebook there, already open, but to... smithing designs? And the rundimentary sort, at that. But then Telavi directs, "Turn the page." Nobody else will see, after all, with the bluerider's body blocking them. "Think whatever ya want," Jo sends on the first, already studying the open notebook when Telavi slides the history hides away. Smithing designs? She falls silent, studying these for a moment before she's directed to turn the page. She darts a glance her way before reaching out and sliding that page over, revealing something far, far more more interesting that the smithing designs. She blinks once, which is the only indication that this was something she was not expecting to see before she says, "I'm...guessin' ya didn' draw these." Not a question. "Last time I checked, yer talents didn' lie in this particular direction." "They don't," Tela agrees, and as though she's genuinely wishful at that, though it's a passing thing. "There are more, if you'd like to look through." She doesn't keep Jo from turning just as many pages as the other woman would like, though her finger tucks lightly along the notebook's inner spine with each one, keeping it flat and the whole thing in place. "The bodies start to look repetitive, but you can see the artist's... devotion to his cause." Jo does turn those pages, spending a brief moment to take in every single drawing in silence as Telavi speaks. To the last, "His," she picks out that pronoun. Of course it's a 'he'. Flipping another page, her gaze seeming enthralled, "Should I ask who he is, the one ya swiped this from? Does he even know that his precious drawin's are missin' and bein' shown?" There's a pause on one particular drawing then, the bluerider peering down at it before she comments, "Repetitive, yes. I can tell he enjoys boobs very much." It's being said with a straight face, though the amusement is there in her voice. "Of course," Tela murmurs, and maybe the roll of her eyes is similarly audible in her voice. "I think we should count ourselves grateful that he didn't put three or four on each, or more, like a sow." She's not watching Jo's expression, but only the movement of her hands, which drawings she lingers on and which she passes by. "But I do have to say that I did not swipe this. I found it, there on the floor, and he should count himself lucky that something worse didn't happen to it." "Ya know him," Jo notes by what Telavi doesn't say, looking sidelong at her. "This one whose book ya found. Lucky ya came across it, should somethin' bad happened to it." She seems to agree, if not a bit dryly. "Who is he?" she predictably asks now, turning the page. "Should tell me at least, since ya showed me. It's only fair." "I found," Telavi doubly reinforces. She tilts her head so that she can smile up at Jo, or at least Jo's chin, not coincidentally offering the bluerider an even better view of what lies below. "Would you like to return it to K'zin?" and really, she'd need a thesaurus to describe all the many ways her voice can sound innocent when she likes. "Don't say I never gave you anything else for free." "K'zin." It's not really a question, but Jo does look dubious to find his name attached to the drawings. "Really. Really. He didn' even seem the-" but she pauses anyway, seeming reevaluate that statement since she doesn't continue it. Eyes dip below, and not quite towards those drawings, "Sure, I'll give'em back to him," she offers, sending Telavi a dirty little grin. "Why not?" Pause. "Are ya sayin' ya gave me somethin' for free, before? That I should've paid for?" There's a low tease there as she fingers the edge of that drawing book, looking as if she's about to take it right from her lap. "Well, they aren't terribly imaginative," Telavi reasons, maybe a little protectively, settling back against the arm of her chair with a satisfied smile. For Jo, she'll give it right up, even tilting the notebook so the bluerider may better take it from her hands. And when Jo's got the book and her hands are free, she smoothly reaches out to take that flask one-handed and hold it just shy of her lips, eyes bright on the bluerider once again. "Sometimes," the weyrling teases, "it's more a matter of goodwill." "No, they aren'," Jo agrees on the imaginative part, watching her. Once that notebook is tilted towards her, the convict rider takes it right up from her and tucks it under one arm. Dark eyes take in that flask taken then, the resulting laughter quiet before she meets that gaze. Straightening up with the notebook in tow, "Drink as much as ya want, darlin'," she drawls indulgently. "Don' let me keep ya from yer descent into rule corruption. I imagine what else yer about to break at this time of night." If that sounds more suggestive than it should, it's likely to rattle the poor weyrling. Telavi hides a smile in the full curve of her lips, which is to say not very well, and though she watches Jo watch her, she refrains from doing anything too suggestive to the mouth of the flask. No, she drinks from it in tiny sips, delicate and modest as though she were Blood and Jo her rough trade. Luckily for Tela, the bluerider's drawl seems to not be more suggestive than it should, but rather, just right, and in the end she offers the woman's own flask back to her between raised palms. "All yours," she says. "Enjoy your imagining, and leave me to my," and she sounds so sad about it, too, "self-control." Jo watches those lips, the smile they promise before Telavi's chaste in her sips and she's offering the flask right back to her. She takes it up and closes it, slipping it back into her jacket as she says to that, "Ya love leavin' me to be the bad one, doncha." She steps backwards and away anyway, the easy curve to her lips there before she pats K'zin's notebook and states, "I'll be sure to get this back to him right and proper," she assures the weyrling matter-of-factly. "Ya keep on with that self-control, right? And if there's anythin' else ya feel the need to lift..." Well. She knows who to go to. "Bags of firestone?" Tela calls back, laughing, and gives the bluerider a Lady's wave. |
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Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Sat, 06 Apr 2013 22:48:46 GMT.
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Man! I so love it when Telavi and Jo interact. There's history, and they both know it so why really bring it up and... ugh! Love it! <3 And it's always great to see Jo a little on edge.
K'zin (Wakizian (talk)) left a comment on Sun, 07 Apr 2013 03:51:32 GMT.
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Briiiiilliant! I laughed most of the way through this scene. I am in love with the dynamic between them, so much tension and wit! I want to be a fly on the wall in every scene between them.
Nicky (Nicky (talk)) left a comment on Sun, 07 Apr 2013 04:47:45 GMT.
< Am I the only one who thinks these two have/will get it on? <.<
Awesome scene, guys. These two have fab chemistry. :D
Aishani (Brieli (talk)) left a comment on Mon, 08 Apr 2013 02:22:59 GMT.
< You're the only one, N'ky. ;)
She thinks she's pretty clever. ;)
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