Logs:Hark! The Comet Cometh
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| RL Date: 29 December, 2013 |
| Who: Rasavyth, K'zin, Telavi, Solith |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: K'zin shows up (after 2-3 months) and has things to say. If he find words. Tela listens, and then they prepare for the apocalypse. |
| Where: View To A Kill Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 2, Month 9, Turn 33 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: A'rist/Mentions, Zianarius/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Backdated. Posted as part of the series. |
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| View To A Kill Weyr, High Reaches Weyr It's a step up from the ledge and its heavy curtain into the elegant, dark-flecked weyr. In the depths of the cavern, a short spiral staircase rises even further, ending abruptly in an alcove that extends over the dragon couch; bright, colorful scarves adorn its iron railing like so much festive fringe. To one side beyond the balcony, past the hooks that keep straps and stray gear contained above a small press for shoes, three more curved steps rise high enough to double as additional seating before they reach the archway to the inner weyr. Past a faded tapestry, the crescent-shaped room is furnished with more ironwork and heavy wood that comprise a large hearth and an equally impressive sleigh bed, the latter with a colorful coverlet atop of all its furs. Standing at the foot of the bed, a huge, intricately carved armoire faces outward and creates a sort of alcove. Though there's certainly room for more furniture beyond the comfortable, curvilinear couches that sit before the hearth, even the traditional table and side chairs are missing in favor of space. Despite the dark elegance of most of the furnishings, the bones of the weyr are quirky, charming like the ledge-cluster outside: each room slightly smaller than average, their heights staggered, growing stuffy in the summer while in winter remaining cozy and warm no matter how cold it gets outside.
Finally. The sound of claws against stone, bounce-bounce-hop just because she can, and laughter-- followed by words with the rhythm of conversation, though only Telavi's voice is audible. "...right, just a minute. I have to change," and the heavy curtain's been left open against summer stuffiness and the lingering heat that has the greenrider stripping off her riding jacket as she walks backwards into the weyr, green-today eyes intent on the dragon she'd left in the sun. "Seriously, Solith, can you just hold on? I swear, you're taking after the little ones." Anyone could be lurking for her, in that weyr so much dimmer and more secluded than the sunlit sky outside, High Reaches' summer days so long and golden where in winter it would be long dark. « Oh, dear me. » Rasavyth's oozy presence is abrupt, « I knew there was something I'd forgotten. It quite slipped my mind. » His tone is seamlessly apologetic. He times these words with Telavi's entrance to the weyr, so that just as she's coming into sight of where K'zin waits on the stairs, he's saying, « My K'zin is waiting for your Telavi in her weyr. We do hope it's not an inconvenient moment for you. » Well, at least one of them hopes that, and the other one? Well, you wouldn't know it if he didn't. K'zin pushes up onto his feet when he sees Telavi coming, as though this were a formal sit-down meal and the lady of the hour had just arrived. "Tela. Hi." All of which means that that whirl of Telavi's into hastily looking around, it's stopped by movement and the sound of his voice. She's paused on her toes, until ever so gradually she slips back down to her heels, even as her free hand slips unthinkingly up to rub her eyes. He's still there when she keeps looking, so, "K'zin? What is it," and possibly the lift and slide of her voice could be reversed, but it's what she's got. Tela even has to tilt her head higher to look at him, as though he's grown taller in these intervening months and it's not just that lowermost step. Solith's by contrast breezy, if a bit this-way that-way that might become gusts, « He did find her. » "Er." That would be the nerves. Then K'zin clears his throat, "I came to find you." Surely, when Telavi told him, "You know where to find me. And I hope you do," the morning after their not-quite-day-long tryst, she meant for the offer to still be standing some two months later. "Can we talk?" He adds this relatively quickly after the first words, stepping down off of the step. "Is this a bad time? I can come back--?" In another couple months, maybe! Maybe he took a leaf from Lessa's book and time-traveled so it really is the next day, only without the 'saving the world' part, probably. Wide eyes look at him for clues, for changes or their lack. "Yes?" And then, "No." Hastily, "No, not a bad time, I mean," unless you're Solith on the ledge, who sighs and all but flops down to her paws. Tela essays a trial step forward, so it isn't so far. This time she manages to put the question on the end of, "What is it?" If she's already imagining possibilities, none of them good, at least she keeps them to herself. What is it? That is an excellent question. K'zin has doubtlessly had time to think, not just in the last two months, but here, while he was sitting and waiting. He probably planned out everything he was going to say to her and how to say it and what he would say when she pointed out how he's been an ass, or how it's been over two months, or any number of other objections. But the, "Um," that gets out promises that whatever it is he had planned to say has gone completely out of his head. He takes another step toward her. What he says next surprises even him. "My dad died." There's a faint shiver that might have started with that single syllable, like a plucked string or a pulled thread, and then Telavi begins to ease into that forward step of his, subtly and as yet partially but perceptibly. From there she waits. She doesn't fling herself anywhere. Her free hand finds her opposite elbow and holds on. What he says next must surprise her too, for there's a beat of stillness before she nods, and even then her head moves but her gaze stays on K'zin; her teeth press whitely against her lower lip before she realizes and stops. 'Go on.' Her lips move, but it isn't quite audible. Well, that doesn't give him much to go on. So in the absence of everything and in the presence of floundering, K'zin repeats himself after a long moment of silence. "My dad died. And I've been doing a lot of thinking." And other things. "Trying to-- sort things out." None of this is as informative as he'd like it to be and he frowns, realizing that he's not even remotely saying what he means. He reaches a hand to rub awkwardly at the back of his neck. The look on his face says he's trying to regroup, but it's a struggle. "Okay," Telavi says, still looking at him. He frowns; she says suddenly, "I'm going to hang up my jacket," and walks past him to do just that. Not that she's running away from the frowning and all this ominousness on top of absence, of course not. It's very important that she tucks the folds just so, double-checks a pocket so that nothing will fall out, and so forth. Very, very important. "What does this have to do with me? You haven't had anything to do with me." Anything. With her. The words are not stern but soft; her head is bowed, hands lingering on the hem that borders leather and lining, right before she looks back. One of K'zin's arms moves as if to reach for her as she goes past, only it gets stopped before it goes far enough to complete the motion. There's a mumble that might sound suspiciously like "Dimglow," surely in reference to himself. And there might have been some desperation or some something more to that thought only, her words take him by surprise. "Nothing to do with you?" What? "It has everything to do with you." Blink. "Well, not my dad dying. I'm not saying that had anything to do with you, but... everything else." It does? Her gaze is transparent in its surprise, even before she leaves off with her jacket and turns further, one hand going up to her lifted brows and tracing a fingertip over them one at a time. "It does?" Telavi finally puts into actual words, her mouth still just a wee bit quirky for her not having killed off his dad. In the next long moment, she requests, "Come here?" To where she has the wall to prop her up if she needs it, for better or worse. Or, just to her. He does. The sigh that leaves him as he approaches is one that is frustration finding an outlet in the way that steam whistles through a kettle, though briefer. He moves to stand next to her, leaning back against the wall, his hands tucked behind him, head tilted back and eyes casting to the ceiling as if something there will help him find the words. "It does." He starts, "I've been messed up about things between us for months. It's sucked." So eloquent. The ceiling isn't helping, so he tries his boots next. "Some days I feel like a teenage girl with a diary." That's how badly it's sucked. She tracks him with her eyes, and when he leans there too, uses her bent arm as a cushion between her cheek and the stone. She must swiftly realize he can't see her nod for its having sucked, or maybe it's just for his talking at all, for she murmurs acknowledgement. But teenage girl with a diary-- how awful! Awful! It's with just a touch more cheer or maybe commiseration that she murmurs, "I never could keep a diary," though not for want of trying. "Keep going," barely not a question. Keeping going is hard when one has no idea where it is they're going or what they want to say. K'zin frowns, sighs, looks to the ceiling again then back to his boots. "Fuck. Sex is easier than talking." He groans, hands rising to let fingers scrub across his face, then through his hair - at least he's gotten a haircut since the days at MineCraft. "I'm not sure what I'm trying to say or what I want to say. Or what you want to know, or what you need to hear." He confesses as he rolls so that he's leaning on just one shoulder facing her. "I want you in my life. Can that happen?" It sounds more like a blurt than anything thought-out. Telavi, just not arguing that, though he knows she can talk and talk and talk-- but then there's talking. What she does do is scuff her boot toe against the floor, then even before he turns her way, start to slide it as though to brush his... until he does move; she doesn't so much drag it back as keep it from being mistakenly bumped. That frustration in his expression is so familiar, it's nearly as immediately that she too starts to speak-- but then she stops with a sudden blink as though she might not have heard him right the first time. She doesn't rub her ears, however, the way she'd rubbed her eyes before. "I don't know, K'zin," she says finally, quietly. "Can you stop walking out?" The 'I don't know' or even 'no' is probably expected, but that doesn't mean that it doesn't hit hard, K'zin's swallowing convulsively as he looks now to her boots. He stares there until her question is asked, and his brows furrow, a little confused as he looks up at her, "I-- that's-- That's what I mean?" Wasn't he clear when he never said that at all? "I want you in my life." This he's already said, but that's not the part that has his cheeks tingeing with color, it's the "Like... in a permanent sort of way," that's causing the blush. "It is?" Whether Telavi manages to get it out loud or not, her fine brows drawing in before they can begin to smooth, then he's starting to explain some more and-- is it also expected that she looks surprised? "What happened to--" At some point, she must have lifted her head from her arm, not even attempting to be at rest; there's no real pause at all before, "What's changed?" "I have." Duh. Didn't he say that part too? Clearly, K'zin has had an entire conversation (maybe the one he'd planned and then forgot) that Tela wasn't privy to, or maybe he just expected her to use her feminine superpowers to read his simple mind. "Look, I'm not saying let's get weyrmated, or anything, or even be exclusive, but I want--" What does he want? That's been the trouble all along, "I want to be closer with you. Even though Solith can't keep secrets." Or they assume she can't, or is at least too much of a security risk. "So like boyfriend and girlfriend I guess, except that we still see other people." He bites his lower lip, just a little. Because now that he's said all this out loud comes the opportunity for her to reject his plan and him on the whole. He has, has he? If only he had ironclad evidence, because this trust thing... it's hard, or possibly harder, especially after these months. And then he goes on about these other things and-- Telavi's not one to up and sing her dragon's praises, but here she does interject in a muted but certain voice, "She really does." Telavi is, however, still not one to let potential discussion of anyone's dragon get in the way of what she wants to get at; she's tilted her head, peering at him. Even his lower lip can't distract her too long. Quizzically, "Like a...." what's the phrase, "'main squeeze'?" It's a question, not an answer. K'zin's brows rise at the interjection. Food for thought. Probably also fuel for a further discussion later, but talking about that now would be putting the wagon before the runner. First, he needs to find out the answer to the bigger picture. Then they can talk details. He frowns at her phrasing. 'main squeeze'. It doesn't sound right. (Is there any context in which it ever has? Who came up with that. Honestly.) "I dunno," Because he probably doesn't know what being someone's main squeeze really entails. "I--" Brown eyes suddenly find her green-today ones and he takes a step toward her closing the distance between them so only scant inches remain. "I think I love you, Tela." And then he waits for the world to end; the words he never thought he'd say. Surely, it's a sign of impending apocalypse. (Watch out, Lythronath, here comes the comet!) He...? She-- those green eyes widen all over again, and it may say something that even now, Tela's reflex proves to be to lean inward instead of away where K'zin is concerned; and then-- impulsively, "Then let's, let's try because I--" have to kiss him, apparently, she really-really-really has to kiss him, because she presses up on her toes to close even that small gap like their lives might depend on it. Comet, give her a few minutes; she's busy. K'zin was so focused on her face, on her lips on her reaction (the reaction he expected in words), that when she kisses him, he looks totally, completely, and comedically shocked. It lasts a few seconds too, but then his arms are wrapping around her and he's giving as good as he's getting in the kiss. In fact, when it goes on for more than a moment or two, Tela finds herself being suddenly swept up in his arms entirely so he can haul her off to the bed. It's like something out of a harper's romance tale, with all the perfervid body to body contact and the manful toss of Tela's lithe form onto the bed. Perfect, right? Only, most harpers don't include the muscular stud stopping just as he's pulling off his shirt to reveal rippling pectorals to swear. It's not the sexy kind. It's the 'I'm-trapped-on-a-boat-with-twenty-dudes-and-we're-not-seeing-women-folk-for-months-so-what-does-it-matter?' kind. "Faranth's flatulent fragrances and faithless fancies!" The latter seems to at least seem to apply to the context when a moment later when K'zin is pulling his shirt back on. "I'm going to sharding kill him. Tear his heart out with my bare hands." He hasn't explained, of course, but can Tela see the way his expression is inexorably becoming the lackadaisical and sassy look of K'zin-in-flight-lust? Maybe it's Solith who can better sense or see the males, including Rasavyth, starting to blood their kills in the feeding grounds, what with the great view from the ledge... What? What?! Telavi's all but bouncing up, and not in the happy way, to perch on the edge of the bed. She stares. She-- "No. No no no." If she repeats that a few more times, it'll absolutely change to be the way she wants it, right? But she doesn't, and her cursing is considerably more visceral and monosyllabic. It bleeds right into, "So I should take you down." Because someone's trained Tela that no, she can't just lock her like-a-boyfriend-but-not in her weyr for the duration or, if she does, neither of them will like it. And with that, she starts to hop off the bed and stalk to Solith. The one benefit: they hadn't had to deal with her boots. Tela has time to 'no, no, no, no' because right now K'zin's having a conversation with himself. It's not even with Rasavyth, just sort of 'at' but aloud, "I don't know what the shells you're thinking. You're only going to lose. At least one of us gets laid if I stay here." Because clearly, with flight lust lacing itself more heavily through his mind, getting laid is the relevant detail. Only the lust isn't for Tela now. It doesn't matter that if K'zin had his way, it would be lust for Tela. To Telavi, like she's borrowing his attention. "Yeah. Of course, if you want to help get me ready for her--" That's the Ras-as-K'zin talking. And the words are no sooner out that K'zin's expression shows the frustration and effort of reclaiming some vestige of regular K'zin, "Sorry. Sorry. Yes. But I'll be back as soon as it's over." Then, "But you'd better take me down before I say something worse." Because Ras-as-K'zin has worse he could say. All that really makes her want to keep him around, all right, if that sharp wince that turns into a decided frown is anything to go by. Though when he does get a bit of himself back, that does mollify her slightly, might even add a touch of sympathy to the mix-- "Sooner than later, please," sooner than a couple months, and with that, Solith-stalking's happening. At least Solith hadn't flown off anywhere, doesn't really object to having to move, even though what could have been real flying is just a high arc to avoid the dragons down below before having to land again on the guest weyr's ledge. She's small. She's pretty sure she won't land on anyone. And then Telavi has to let K'zin go, for all that she can't wish him good luck. |
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