Logs:Holes
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| RL Date: 27 July, 2014 |
| Who: Teisyth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: After G'laer rashly quite Quinlys' service and Oliwer is unable to talk G'laer down, Teisyth finds the holes in his mental blockade. |
| Where: High Reaches Weyr and Elsewhere |
| When: Day 14, Month 5, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Oliwer/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Implied violence and some graphicness that might disturb a weak stomach. Vignette. Back-dated. |
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| She had never felt him so angry. It was terrifying. She was terrified. Not in the way one is fearful of harm to one's person, but for what he might do. For how far he might go. And for the fact that she knew she would try and fail to stop him. That's why she wouldn't carry him when he wished it. Who knows what could happen? He'd shut her out then. Though this was nothing new. And, for once, she didn't immediately start the process of worming her way though his wall. For once, she let it go. She loved him through and through, of course, but loving someone doesn't mean it's always easy to be with that someone. Especially when that someone is having a Very Bad Day. He must be going to Oliwer, she guessed readily enough when his long stride took him toward the infirmary. Oliwer would make it better, she felt sure, and they were sort of a team really, looking after G'laer and his best interests. So if she stepped back and let Oli handle this one, that was alright, wasn't it? What's the worst that could happen? He was calm when he returned, but a calm she did not yet know to fear. His mind was locked up tighter than a Holder girl's virginity before her wedding night. When they went up, he was silent but for the crisp visualization. She felt as if she knew the place, but G'laer took her so many places and without him to help her remember, she couldn't be sure. The cold of between felt colder in his absolute silence. She'd begun to work her way back in, 'course, but this was the most complete blockade he'd ever made and it was taking her time. « There, » was the only thing she got from him, directing her to land at the edge of the forest, as they arrived. Followed by, « Wait, » which was an equally unexciting direction. She sighed and settled down. At least, while he was picking his way into the woods, she could focus on breaking in. Well, and looking around, because Teisyth never really did focus right. She could smell the smoke and see it venting from a hole in the trees some distance away. It smelt nice. Until it didn't. It didn't smell like firestone, to be sure. At first she thought perhaps it was just a different kind of fire than the one originally burning, or maybe G'laer was cooking because it smelt good for a moment, like roasted meat, only then it smelled like her mind tastes. She wasn't used to encountering that outside of her own head. It made her curiosity flare, and she redoubled her efforts. She closed her eyes as she traced the mental maze left for her. It came to her in flashes. The first had her sitting bolt upright and moving to the trees. Pain. G'laer was hurt. It was only his sharp, « Don't! » that kept her from tearing the trees asunder to reach him. « I'm coming. » It was further reassurance because more flashes like that without it would have seen her disobeying. He couldn't keep her out, but he muted the pain in the next flash. She saw the red on his hands; was it his? That's what mattered. She panicked a little more. « No. » He didn't mean it as reassurance, simply statement of fact, but it reassured her anyway. She felt the flame. « G'laer! » « I'm fine. It's a controlled burn. » She knew by now what that meant and she shifted uneasily and stared at the hole in the trees through which he'd gone. It was hours before he came out again, covered in soot and ash and dried blood. Was any of it his? That's what mattered. She reached her head toward him. « Yes, but I'm fine. » He was limping. He took a moment before climbing into the straps, and that was telling. She was still only partially in, and he was hurt. « The river first. Then to the cottage. » She held her breath as they betweened. They came out into the sunshine on the other side. That's what mattered. |
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