Logs:Happy Sharey Time
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| RL Date: 14 July, 2014 |
| Who: K'zin, Telavi |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: K'zin and Telavi are ridiculously mushy. Pillow talk that covers a range of topics. |
| Where: Artful Artifice Weyr (K'zin's), High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 4, Month 4, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Aishani/Mentions, Alida/Mentions, Babetta/Mentions, G'then/Mentions, Jo/Mentions, Mave/Mentions, Quigan/Mentions, Sabella/Mentions, Th'vin/Mentions, Wakina/Mentions, Zianarius/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Back-dated - before the hatching! |
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| Some sevens after the most recent eruption and settling, he'd brought it up as sort of an after-thought kind of question, casually as they were cleaning up from a dinner in her weyr. "Were you serious about letting me meet your uncle? You said it that time back in Telgar, but..." K'zin hadn't been sure she meant it. Once it became clear though, he'd brought it up a time or two in passing, but now as they lay in bed one lazy morning, his arm around her shoulders and fingers playing against the flesh of her shoulder, he asks, "What if he doesn't like me?" Her agreement had come readily, back then, as she was rinsing the tableware-- the one good thing about High Reaches' rain, she hasn't had to schlep water up-- but right now she doesn't have to deal with recalcitrant bits that like to stick between fork tines; right now, she's not in the middle of anything else to speak of; right now, though it's raining again, it's a translucent grey curtain that softens the outside world as though they were nested behind a waterfall. "G'then?" It's soft, as her smile's been soft. A moment passes before she continues, not because it was so much a question, but because she's tilting her head enough to rub her nose reassuringly against his chest before relaxing once more. "He'll... I don't know, not invite us to stay for dessert. It won't be longknives at dawn." K'zin's head tilts now, too. His chin presses agains his chest at such an extreme angle that momentarily he looks to have traded in a neck for a second chin, but the pose cannot last. He was just looking for her face. He might protest this isn't a proper answer, but maybe he knows that with Tela that would be a losing battle from the start. Instead he says, "Well, I need you to tell me about him," which isn't quite the same as asking, "so I don't fuck it up," as if he needs a reason. Telavi's eyes turn up to him, missing neck and all, and the corners of her mouth curve upward too: to K'zin, who knows these things, whether she knows it or not. With him no longer looking, maybe he can't witness whether 'need' gets a lifted brow, but it's soon followed by a short, surprised-- pleased!-- laugh. "Okay." Even if that means extricating herself, with a groan, just enough to sit up and turn to face him... she'll have to rub her eyes and make that sacrifice. Her gaze finding his, "Any specifics you know you want? He's... kind of mellow," for better or worse, he survived her, "a couple decades older than me," in other words, young to have been saddled with an infant, caverns or no caverns, "and he won't care if you swear. Not like he uses 'fuck' or 'shells' for each and every part of speech, but I remember when I got old enough for the aunties to get on my case to tone it down," something about her voice has clouded, but now it lightens again, "he did it along with me." K'zin considers carefully in silence both her question to him and then what she volunteers. After all, who knows how many questions he'll get to ask her before this is deemed an interrogation. Instead of asking a question though he says quite carefully and in a manner that might be considered guarded even, "We've been involved for more than three turns," at least this time he's not outrageously specific - lesson learned. "And I'm going to meet the man that raised you," finally. "But I don't know anything about why he raised you or what your relationship was like with him or is like with him now or why you don't get along with his weyrmate or-- anything. So... I'd like to know about all that." And maybe about how G'then takes his klah, too. "I rather liked that you calculated the dates," Tela asides. That guarded tone had her sitting straighter, sweeping her hair back over one shoulder with one hand even as her gaze stayed intent on him, but now she deliberately relaxes and reaches for his hand; no doubt she'll soon need it to talk with, but for now... "Okay." She presses her lips together for a moment, thinking. "So he got me when my mother and her husband and my father," if K'zin can catch the implications there, "were too shamed or too angry or too-- whatever-- to keep me." Telavi's voice doesn't even shake, but her hand is very still about his, too-careful to not tighten. "She's his much-much older sister, and of course he was in a Weyr, 'where it wouldn't matter.' I was in the caverns but he made time for me, more than most people would have, I think. I followed him around when I was a kid and the growing-up part didn't go so smooth but we've made peace since. His weyrmate's a stuffed shirt," here her free hand lifts but doesn't wind up going anywhere before she lowers it again, "and I probably liked him even less because the one before was so great, but this is the one that lasted." No strong emphases anywhere. His hand tightens around hers, not painfully, just a reminder that he's here and fully invested in the conversation underway. K'zin's brown eyes, gentle now, echo that attention as they watch her face. When she reaches a pausing point, he waits a breath before asking, "How old were you?" Presumably when she came to the Weyr. The way his lips press together, he surely has more questions, but limits himself to just that one. "An infant, I'm told, barely born. I can't imagine there was some mystical bond for the poor man when I was put into his arms, either." Tela says it lightly, even whimsically; is it imagination that lends it that somehow wistful note? "At least a Weyr has a plentiful supply of wet-nurses; I was a hungry little thing, and didn't sleep terribly well, with an antipathy toward being set down." She turns their hands over if he's willing, a slow rock and then back again. "Or so I'm told. What were you like, that little, do you know? It's hard to imagine either of us that small, or even Quigan anymore." The first makes K'zin frown, even if Telavi seems cheerful enough about things. He manages to clear the expression by the time she poses the question. "I'd not like to think any of us so small and squalling." The bronzerider's never made a secret of his distaste, even if he did well enough with the nursery chore in candidacy. "My mother used a wetnurse, too. I'm given to understand, now that I'm grown that she was never much of a mother in the maternal sense." Is there another way? "All I know is that I was born in Tillek and don't remember it there. I was sent to my father at the Hall when I was weaned. He raised us all while she Journeyed. She came back a couple times a turn." He's thoughtful for a moment and then gently poses this question as he shifts his hand just a little around hers, "Did you know your birth parents?" Nor diapered, Telavi might guess, though she doesn't speak of that despite the faint tug at her lips. But on cue, wondering rather than teasing, "Was she much of a mother in... some non-maternal sense? And was it the Hold itself, or the Tillek region? I'm not sure where I was. Born, I mean." All that before she looks at their joined hands, and then up to his expression, and nearly down before focusing on his ear instead. "And, no. Not either of them, just what my uncle's told me. About his sister." She looks for his gaze, now. "Every now and again, like lately, it creeps up on me and I wonder. But-- I don't need them. He raised me." He's nodding for her last words, not about to challenge that, even if it might sound to an outside observer a little like she is telling herself as much as him. K'zin gives the first an appropriate period of ponderance. It must be something he's thought about before. His answer is simple and a little sad, "No. I don't think so anyway. I sometimes wonder, especially now when she's suddenly so interested in all her children," now since his father has passed away, "if she ever meant to have so many." He shifts his hand so thumb and forefinger can start pulling gently along her fingers in a little sort of massage, maybe he put all his time spent in and near infirmaries to some use after all, not that it's anywhere near professional, but it's something that occurs to him to do now, where it wouldn't have before. He makes sure his hand never completely leaves contact with hers. It's after he's focused on that a moment when he says. "The Hold. My brother has the post she had there now." This wasn't what took so long to find words for. It was the next, "I think, in the end, it only matters if it makes your picture of yourself more complete. If it helps you feel like nothing's missing." Maybe someday she'll have to remind him of this. "If you wanted to... If you wanted me to," probably 'us' to, but he doesn't say that out loud, "We would try to help you find out." It's an offer, not fraught with pressure, but with support. That's what boyfriends are for, right? Telavi's is a slow, helpless nod; she has no answer for him, of course, nor anything to make it better. All she can do is listen, though then she also finds herself leaning inward, her hand softening within K'zin's, a quiet mm escaping before he explains the Hold and she nods again. Her gaze drifts to their hands, though in the end it returns to his expression. "'Your picture of yourself,' says the artist," says she, still-quiet affection all through her voice along with something that's not, exactly, surprise. "Thank you. I... I don't know what I want." Maybe someday he'll know, if and when it's his turn. "Not yet." Except to kiss him, softly, and rest her forehead against his collarbone if there's room. It's only a couple of moments later when he clears his throat and offers the following unsubtle segue, "So what was it like growing up with your uncle? And at Benden in general, I guess. I've only been there a couple of times. It felt like an invasion of your privacy to go there." The latter is added after a moment in a tone that's thoughtful, as if he might not have sounded out the 'why' of it before. "Hm." Her forehead's a heavier weight then, right up until her head lifts so she can look at him. "Really?" The ensuing head-tilt might as well be another hmm. "I'm not sure where to even begin," Tela admits. "Now... now I want to take you on a tour, even if things have changed in bits, and there are these kids running around like I used to, who look at me like I'm some stranger. Some strange adult, imagine that." It's a moment before he meets her gaze. "I'd like that." The words are simple but deeply sincere. K'zin offers her a small smile before reaching out his hand to tuck hair behind her ear. "Whenever we have time." Then he shifts a little, sitting up just a little bit more, reaching back to prop pillows. "I guess places do sort of change that way. Sometimes I look at the kids in the forge and I wonder where that kid went in me. If he's still in there somewhere. Where's Waki, you know?" It takes no conscious thought to tilt her cheek to meet his caress; then Tela's tugging up the blankets some, rumpling them to fit beneath her arm and ribcage so she can settle sideways across his thighs. "What was Waki like-- what were you like, when you were Waki, really? I never met him. Though... I have wondered, when people call you that sometimes still, how you felt about it." There's a low thrum in K'zin's throat as he considers the question. "Softer," is the first thing that comes to mind. "More optimistic. Carefree. Funnier, probably. Dumber, definitely." He grins at the last. "And definitely hornier," which might be hard to imagine. "It depends on the person calling me it. If we've history and they don't know my life as K'zin, it's-- understandable. I don't mind that so much. The people who know how different K'zin is from Waki..." He shakes his head, "That I don't so much care for. It feels disrespectful, somehow, to who I am now, not endearing." Dumber gets a quick smile as Tela listens, right up until-- "Wait, what?" In the next beat, "Because he didn't get any?" But she hushes because history and then she's nodding. "I can see that," with a pat to his leg. "Of course," K'zin answers with a grin. "Not 'til you. Though, I tell you, the way people acted when I'd say I kissed this girl or that, you'd think I was fucking them all and just watering the stories down to kissing." He rolls his eyes for that. "I always wanted to know what was wrong with just kissing someone. I mean, clearly now I only kiss you," and him, "But then? A kiss was just a kiss was just a kiss, you know? There was only really one other than with you that it wasn't. And that was mostly because it was complicated. And there were sort of feelings." Sort of, he says. Sort of. Of course, all this kissing means he has to kiss her, and he'll shift however he has to in order to do it. Determined. "Like it's a code word," Telavi guesses with just a touch of dimple. She cocks her head at that 'what was wrong,' might have even have said something except she's still listening and then, then there's kissing. Plenty of kissing. Simply or not-so-simply kissing, so far, if apparently not 'just' kissing. When she does come back up for air, leaning now against his arm, she's smiling into his eyes... and then, after a moment or two, hers get a bit of a gleam. "'Sort of,' hmm?" "Exactly." K'zin emphasizes the word in answer to Telavi's description. All the kissing is totally fine with him and he settles his arms around her in the process, not letting go once the kissing is done (for now). "Well, yeah. Sort of. I guess. I mean, it was stuff from when we were young. You remember Mave at all? The one who put on the play when we were weyrlings?" 'Mave.' Mave? "May-be," Tela says, giving the first syllable that same sound; "There was that play and... and," her brows draw in slightly, what with the thinking and all. "Wasn't there something around when things went... you know, with Sabs? Was she one of the ones who hit you?" She peers at his features, just in case residual damage might reveal itself. K'zin's eyes narrow, but only because he has to think back himself. There's even some reading of nothing mid-air as he consults the great mental index that only Ras can navigate. "Mave broke my nose when I was thirteen. And then during candidacy she gave me a black eye, by accident. And then we sparred together some during weyrlinghood because Jo was teaching her and Alida was teaching me and we wanted to see how it all fit together. So she probably did give me some of the bruises that you saw that time in the bathes. The faded ones." That time. The only that time that is readily identified as 'that time.' "But it was going on... no, not really when I was making out with Sabs," because there's nothing wrong with kissing. "More when you and I were sort of-- well, not kissing." Because they didn't for a while. "But things." He wiggles one hand helplessly in the air, Tela-style. That reading of nothing may never get old, at least when it doesn't take too long; Tela doesn't interrupt then or later, though there's a quick nod at Jo's name. "No? Something about... rules?" A lot happened that night, a lot that varied in how much she did or didn't want to remember it, not that she always had a choice. Then, helpfully, "'Things.'" "Uh," K'zin briefly consults the air. "No. She wasn't interested then. Later, she seemed like she might, but then her mom died..." He frowns. "And she left without saying anything to anyone." He sighs, expression decidedly a heavy one. "We'd become good friends. It's because of her that I stopped sketching everyone I met naked." The positive influence of Mave. Wrapped up in his arms, it's easy for Tela to say, "Her mom? Oh, that sounds hard," with a note of genuine sympathy. "And not telling anyone..." She slides one hand from his shoulders into his hair, a caress that seeks to ease any tension there: open-- neither demanding nor closing down-- to what more he might go on to say. "Well, not not anyone, I guess. There was an explanation, but not a satisfying one. And not to me." K'zin clarifies, still frowning. He's silent a long moment and then shrugs. "I looked for her after. No luck though. I hope she's alright wherever she is." And that seems to be that, because now there needs to be more kissing. "Not to you." It's a quiet echo; Telavi does know how K'zin likes his explanations. For the rest, listening, she nods; her hand curls; and-- whatever she might have said, it's stopped by his kiss. By kissing. She's in no hurry to speak again but sometime later, out of nowhere and a little dreamily at that, "...Do you really, really not want a nickname? Oh, not 'Waki,' but..." something? "Why? Do you want to start calling me sugar dumpling?" K'zin questions, his tone whimsically amused. "What's wrong with K'zin? It's short and Kiz sounds like jizz and--" He gives her a look. "Sugar dumpling with sugar on top," Tela claims-- and then laughs, wrinkling up her nose. "K'zin. Now that you mention it, it does." Her brows acquire a particularly amused slant, one that isn't reflected in her ingenuous question, "When did you notice the similarity?" "Um. Can I just say embarrassingly soon and leave it at that?" K'zin answers with lifted brows in answer to her slanted ones. "I think you can," Telavi allows. "I can't think why I hadn't thought of it on my own," and that might hold a little more mischief. It might be morning, officially, but she yawns anyway and hides just the tail of it in his collarbone. "Am I supposed to tell you my embarrassing nicknames now, is that how it works?" "Do you have embarrassing nicknames?" K'zin looks skeptical. "You wouldn't let me nickname you..." There's some recognizable amount of suspicion there. "Well..." The word slides off for a moment. "Nicknames that would have been embarrassing if I'd let them stick, how's that. Like Jo's." Tela gives a little shudder. "Though I don't think it was on purpose." She is, after all, still talking to the woman at times. "What did Jo want to call you?" It's the logical question, so he asks it, shifting so he can lie back and bring her with him, not willing to release her from the loose embrace that occurred during the last round of Necessary Kissing. It's natural to go down with him-- not that that took anywhere near three-plus Turns-- and rearrange just enough to be comfortable; peeking over her newly crossed wrists, then, she sighs. Only then will she confess, so very lugubriously, "'Lavi.'" Can he believe it? Without laughing? "At least it's not pronounced quite the same way as 'lavatory'..." Only K'zin is laughing, chest vibrating beneath her. It's probably more at Tela and her lugubriousness than at the nickname itself for he doesn't seem to have words for her when he's finished, just a smile that practically glows with affection for the greenrider. Telavi looks at K'zin. It's a look that ups her reproachful quotient substantially, complete to a particularly stellar pout-- and then a forward lean to poke his chin with her nose. Except, he's still laughing. And then smiling. Like that. Which makes it hard not to go all soft-eyed, what with now not wanting to, so there are a few seconds of that before she collapses on his chest with a pffft. She gives. K'zin tightens his arms around her and curls up enough to press a kiss to the top of her head. Once he settles back on the pillows he asks, "Do you want to have nicknames for one another?" Another sigh, this one softer too, and then Tela turns her head to rest her cheek on his chest instead. "Who's to say I don't," just a little pause, "sweet buns?" Her cheeks lift as her slow syllables lilt upward, giving away her smile. "That makes me think of Aishani." It's out of K'zin's mouth before he can think about just how that sounds. Wait, what? Tela actually lifts her head so as to look at K'zin and then, when that threatens to put a crick in her neck, props herself up with one hand for a better view: first of his mouth, as though to double-check, and then the rest of his expression. "Oh really?" One brow's tilted and everything. "Oh. No. I mean. I didn't mean." Didn't he? K'zin's flushing, color shading his dusky cheeks. "It's just that I was in the living cavern a bit back, and Aishani walked by and this guy commented on her, and I was thinking about sweet buns, and then the comparison came naturally and-- It's not important. Sweet buns is nice; I like sweet buns." No, he doesn't. But he doesn't want to get in trouble either. So. Lies make it better, right? Both brows have arched by now, the second even higher than the first before Tela bites her lip. Then, "You do like sweet buns-- actual sweet buns that the Bakers make, I mean-- to eat. Don't try to convince me that you want to be called that for real, okay?" Undoubtedly there's more, but she's attempting one thing at a time. K'zin looks repentant, "Ooookay." That was a hard sell, obviously. He's known her now long enough to know when there's more, so he looks at her expectantly. It's a good look on him, a good excuse for Tela to feather her fingertips through his hair until she gets to his ear. "Just... it's sweet of you be flexible, K'zin," because it's to please her, not to cover his ass, right?! "Just don't fib? ...it isn't good for us." Even if 'fib' is a nicer word than 'lie.' But Telavi doesn't linger, tries not to make a thing of it; a little less softly and a lot more teasingly, "Now my challenge is going to be not calling her that, if we do go lingerie-looking, though imagine her expression if I did." K'zin can't help grinning for the imagining. "You never know; she might like it." Now the bronzerider has to flex and roll them both over. "I won't lie," he commits. "Unless it makes it better. Like... for example, whatever you might think, I am not already planning for your turnday this turn," he kisses her chin, "and you should not expect a made-just-for-you one-of-a-kind outfit from Auntie Babs." He kisses her nose. "And I would not like to take advantage of our current positioning..." He kisses her lips. The fibbing is curtailed" by K'zin providing proof that last is a lie. As for the rest? Well, Telavi will have to wonder until her turnday! |
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