Logs:Here And Now
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| RL Date: 25 February, 2015 |
| Who: Farideh, Drex |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Farideh and Drex haven't seen each other since Niahvth's flight, and the encounter that ensues is awkward. |
| Where: Resident Common Room, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 9, Month 2, Turn 37 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Snowy. |
| OOC Notes: NSFW! Sort of. |
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>---< Resident Common Room, High Reaches Weyr(#378RJs) >---------------------<
Just off of the main passageway lies the small cavern that forms the hub
of the residents' quarters, kept immaculately clean by the headwoman's
staff and warmed in cold weather by a stone hearth to the left and well
back from the entrance. Comfortable chairs and a plush fur arrayed before
the hearth make an inviting spot to curl up with a book or handicraft, or
just to sit and chat. Beyond, additional chairs stand in clusters
throughout the room, some upholstered with age-softened hide, some plain
wood. At the widest point of the cavern, a round table gleams with polish,
though its surface is nicked and scarred from Turns of use. Beyond the
table, the very back of the cavern often lies in shadow unless the
glowbaskets there are unlidded to cast cozy pools of light. The commingled
scents of klah, smoke and polish permeate the air along with the sweetness
of rosemary and lavender.
Tapestries hang across the entrances to dormitories and more private
quarters as well as the exit to the outer hall, colorful protections from
drafts. Another winter's day has come and gone in the Reaches, and as the day dwindles rapidly into night, most weyrfolk have made for their comfy beds. Even in the resident dorms, there are few that linger past a decent hour. In the common room, its polished table is being used for a rousing card game, but the cavern is largely empty save for the players and onlookers. That's how Farideh has claimed one of the prime seats nearby the hearth, her legs dangling over one arm, while she fiddles with a ball of yarn, trying to untangle a series of knots; the tail end drapes down the seat and onto the floor. A familiar black kitten is batting the fuzzy end around, pouncing and jumping when it moves too much. For now, the brunette isn't paying attention to her surroundings or the mild expletives of the card game players. Drex, never that visible before, seems to have kept an even lower profile since the goldflight, although one or two people here and there might've mentioned seeing that sailor kid around. He seems to have adopted later hours, slouching through the common room from the inner caverns. It's the card game that gets his attention first, slowing and stopping, gaze flickering over the occupants as if assessing their ability and the amount of marks up for grabs. He even takes a step in that direction when movement out of the corner of his eye lands on Farideh, expression a mix between uncertainty and vague panic. He just kind of stands there with this odd look on his face and stares at all, all creepy like. One of the knots slips loose, and Farideh lifts the ball, turning it, and in the process, refocuses her gaze on what's behind it; that happens to be Drex, standing there and staring. Her eyes widen with horror and her fingers freeze in their task. It takes a few seconds for the laundress to have some other response, and that's blushing furiously as she attempts to sit up, feet on the floor, and comb down her hair in some semblance of order. The kitten goes chasing after the erstwhile ball, which rolls towards one corner. "Drex," Farideh says quietly, awkwardly, managing to kind-of-but-not look at him when she says it. And now it's worse, because she's seen him, and he can't pretend otherwise -- although there's a moment where Drex rocks back on his heels like maybe he's considering just bailing. But finally he mans up, takes a breath, and angles towards her, choosing a seat adjoining hers and slouching into it like nothing's amiss. Aside from the flush of color under his natural skintone, anyway. "Farideh," he returns, kind of awkwardly rote. But not as awkward as the long pause which follows it. Finally: "So... how are you?" The hair-combing stops abruptly when he moves to take one of the other seats, and she actively tries to sit up straighter, hands balled into fists on her thighs, ankles crossed; definitely not natural. It's then that Farideh looks at him from a side angle, still losing the battle over the rosiness in her cheeks. "Hi. I'm-- I'm fine. How are-- you?" "Good. Ah, good. I'm fine, too," Drex says, far too quickly. And then he's... kind of looking away from her and at the kitten, because she's a useful distraction to cover the fact that he isn't sure what to say, now. Since he is looking elsewhere, she can freely consider him, with distressed eyes, or until she glances over her shoulder, to the table of card players so obviously not paying them any mind. With a sigh, Farideh turns back and tucks her hands between her knees. "We should talk," which is never a good way to start a conversation. Even if he's been on a boat, Drex is not unaware of what that means when it comes from a girl. "Oh," is all he says, slouching further into his chair, frowning. A nothing answer must be satisfactory, because Farideh jerks her head in a nod and then keeps talking with a tinge of frustration in her voice. "I don't want to keep walking around like-- this and being scared of bumping into you. We had sex and then you just-- you just--" But she can't even, and stops, to pull a face. Turning, suddenly, she frowns at him. "I don't understand. Was it bad? Are my boobs too small? Do you like boys?" All crucial questions. Drex stares at her. And then he probably does the worst possible thing he could do: he bursts into laughter. Not surprisingly, anger overtakes all of the doubt and frustration, and Farideh just glares at him, arms crossing over her chest. Her expression really doesn't help the situation, much: Drex continues to laugh for moments more before struggling to get it under control. "I just... you..." he's having a bit of trouble with this whole control thing though. "You really think I like boys?!" Of course that's the bit he picks on. Unwavering anger continues to meet his laughter, not the least subsiding, even after he stops laughing enough to form words. "Well, there's something wrong with you," Farideh replies levelly. "And you do stay on a ship with a bunch of other men. I'm sure it gets lonely out there." His, "You're daft," seems at once, both a fond compliment and a backhanded criticism, though Drex is grinning as he says it. "I, uh," he glances over his shoulder, but those interested in the card game aren't paying him any mind, "I'd never, uh," he looks awkward and embarrassed, and doesn't linger on that thought. Instead: "I enjoyed it." A beat, quieter now: "Should we... try it again?" Another angry quip is on the tip of Farideh's tongue, ready to be aimed and hurled at the sailor, but his inability to form the next statement gives her pause. She's trying hard to get what he's trying to say, and could be on the cusp of something; of understanding. Except, she's distracted by his admission. It disarms her, though not enough to banish the suspicious expression she wears. "Here? Now?" She looks back at the card players, makes an unpleasant noise, and stands, holding a hand out to him. Drex's gape-mouthed, "Um," suggests he probably didn't quite mean here, but that doesn't mean he doesn't take her hand when she offers it, even if his palm is a little sweaty with nerves as he stands. He seems to expect she'll know where to go. Once she's got his hand, Farideh makes sure to link their fingers, so he can't escape as easily, and starts to edge towards the door as nonchalantly as she can. If the card player know what's up between the two teenagers, they're using their best poker faces. "Do you still have that closet of yours?" she asks, her lips curving into a barely-there smile. "Kind of?" Which in Drex speak is probably not so much but we'll fix that. He still looks a little less confident than Farideh about the whole thing, but he keeps pace with her as they leave the common room, and head towards his once-claimed broom closet off the inner caverns. At this time of night, it's unlikely they'll be disturbed. There's also not that much space, so there's undoubtedly going to be some awkwardness with the other items in the room, but then it's probably no less awkward than without-the-goldflight-hornification sex for the first time. "What happened? Did you get kicked out?" It's a long way away from her indignation for his trying to claim the training cavern. That they end up at the broom closet is surprising, to her. Farideh frowns and gives him one those sideways, annoyed glances of hers; it'll have to do, for now. Farideh pushes open the door and steps within, and if he doesn't immediately follow, tug his hand to get him in. "Close the door?" she suggests, helpfully. It's all innocent for now. The one advantage of the broom closet is it's nearer, and Drex is not really a forward planner. He does take a look around before he steps into the closet after her, closing the door. They are in the dark again. He kind of feels around (or maybe that's just an excuse), for her. A giggle comes out of no where, right when Drex reaches for her. "Sorry," she whispers around her amusement, stepping close enough that their bodies are almost flush. There's only a seconds hesitation before she's popping onto her tippy toes and using her hands to pull his face down to hers, to initiate their second tryst with a warm, inviting kiss. It's one of many to follow, and this time, there's less hesitancy and more confidence, less urgency and a sweeter outcome. |
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