Logs:Indecent Proposals
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| RL Date: 25 May, 2013 |
| Who: Hana, Barnabas |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Hana comes to tidy up Azaylia's weyr, and finds a self-deprecating pile of garbage on her couch. |
| Where: Azaylia's and Hraedhyth's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 17, Month 11, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Azaylia/Mentions |
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| Azaylia and Hraedhyth's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr Accessed via a narrow staircase from the Weyrleader's Complex, or from the broad, sunny ledge beyond, this weyr was clearly designed to be for one of the weyr's junior queens. Spacious, but not extravagant, it boasts a well-sized outer room, narrowing in front the well-sized dragon couch and ledge beyond. Much of this main room has been turned over to a couch and several chairs, which circle the hearth and the blue rug set down in front of it. There's a low table here, too, set in the middle of that rug. A tack-cupboard stands tidily behind the couch, keeping out of sight a rider's paraphernalia. Three low steps lead up onto a peculiar little landing, just large enough for the brand new desk and set of shelves that have been placed there. Here, too, there are definite pointers to the lived-in state of the weyr: the desk could in no way be described as tidy. Behind the desk, a narrow passage leads in an inner set of chambers, made up of a sleeping cavern and a private bathing area. A decent-sized bed fills much of the space, the mattress piled high with overstuffed down pillows and comforter. There's a nightstand on either side, and against one of the other walls, a tall, heavy wardrobe made from a dark wood that matches the bed. The bathing area is part of the same cavern, a folding screen shielding the toilet and slightly raised, double-sized bathtub built into the stone, and a small shelf to hold toiletries. Unusually, the walls, ceiling and floor of this weyr have all been whitewashed thickly, covering the natural stone. The hearth is brand new, too, as are most of the built-in fittings, as though they have recently needed to be replaced. Early evening finds Hana ducking into Azaylia's weyr, the ledge thankfully rather empty of a certain warrior queen. Not that she cringes and hides anymore, but... well, there is still a certain nervousness around such a large figure of a lady. Ducking into the white-wash interior, the young woman calls out quietly, "Azaylia?" before moving towards the desk and beyond that, the sleeping caverns, eyes sweeping the area for certain things. Bones' usual overbearing presence is muted enough to not notice thanks entirely to his slumber in Azaylia's couch, masked further by the heavy layers of fur he's tucked over himself in a makeshift caccoon. It's not unusual for Azaylia to have visitors, but more often than not Azaylia is actually there to greet them, and this time something in his subconscious tips him off that a guest is going unmet. "She's... ntherffle..." an attempt to speak before his lips and vocal chords are ready has him mumbling, but he finds his voice on the second attempt, pushing himself up to a sitting position on the couch. "She's.. not here right now." Hana checks herself, and blinks at the coccooned one, before shaking her head, "Oh, I didn't mean to wake you up," she offers, a touch distressed, before adding, "I was actually just trying to make sure I wasn't going to be in her way, while cleaning up a bit. Making sure there were no platters or tea things left out." After all, vtols in the weyrwoman's weyr is never a good thing. Or, really, anyone's weyr. "... you're the ma-" there's a sudden interruption in his question, his body demanding he take a deep yawn before he's even aware he needs one. When it's done, he gives another grumble for the side effects of sudden conciousness. "Mmph. You're the maid?" He closes his eyes and smiles, giving his cheeks a few light taps to get some feeling into his face. "Don't suppose givin' my shoulders a rub is in your list'a duties to Azaylia, is it? I mean, I'm kinda her... official bodyguard." The grin that grows on his face makes it clear as a joke. "Not at all - I'm Hana," the ex-holder replies with a grin as she shakes her head - and stacking a plate and a cup in her hands. "A shoulder rub? Alas, I've no talents there, although, I have heard that R'co is rather skilled in that direction," she admits before putting the dishes off to the side and looking about for more. "I do have some nibbles I was planning to put out for snacking later, you could probably sneak off of. As, ah, part of your official duties as tastetest...er, bodyguard, that is. Bones, right?" Random insertion, there, as she tries to make sure she recalls names correctly. "Hana..." he repeats as he hangs his head, long hair cascading around every corner of his head like some sort of dirty weeping willow. Despite his eyes aimed to the floor and his elbows resting on his knees, he continues the conversation. "I remember you, you stopped by the greenhouse one time I think. Lookin' for a flower." There's another yawn now, though a shorter one. "Mmph, I'll get R'co to give me a good rubdown, if that's his thing. In the meantime, I'll steal some of them snacks." Not quite enough energy to continue the facade of it being his official capacity to eat Azaylia's food. There's a quiet chuckle as Hana swishes her way back to the entrance of the weyr - detouring to at gather up the dishes she's found. There's some switching going on. Snacks and plate coming out of a basket, dirty dishes going in, and after a couple of minutes - returning to the weyr with said munchies. "Meatrolls, veggies rolls, bread and cheese. Any preferences?" she asks over her shoulder as she moves the platter to the desk, a cloth keeping vtols and such from landing on anything. Barnabas takes the time Hana spends with her duties to free himself of his groginess, his chest swelling up with the deep breath that he exhales quick to help him push up off his knees and to his full height. The first order of business is to whip his hair out of his face, and the second is to find his vest that he's left on the floor and pull it back on. All of this is done just in time for Hana to walk in with a plate, and drift past him with an array of delicious treats. "Are you some kind of fucking angel?" He follows after her towards the desk, his pace slow and thudding. "Well, I don't like to hover, so I try to make sure all the bases are covered. So, ah... no?" Just prepared. Possibly perfect in every way, but mostly prepared. "I take it you'd like a bit of each then?" she asks over her shoulder at the now dressed man, a grin lurking about, before adding. "I didn't bring any tea, alas. That's usually best fresh, or seeped cold - something I don't much care for during the colder months." Taking his place alongside Hana, Bones is sure to keep enough space between the two so that he can put his hands on his hips without jabbing her with an elbow. "Azaylia usually hits the meat and cheese first, so I'm gonna start on the veggies. I just got over a 'bout of sickness anyway, s'probably good for me right?" At that, he glances over at Hana with a smile, head angled down to meet her eyes despite the full foot of difference in height. Hana looks up, with a bit of a sympathetic smile, "Not feeling well is always a good reason to eat veggies - and drink tea. I hope it was nothing serious?" As opposed to her own being hungover. Not that she says. Ahem. Moving away from that thought, she looks back down and hms at the choices, before finding a couple of rolls. "I believe these are the rolls filled with veggies. Lightly cooked, with some extra crunch. Often, my favorite when I am snackish. And clucker soup when I'm feeling ill. Are you sure you shouldn't still be in bed?" she asks, turning to motion to the rolls suggested, freely welcome to be parted with her bounty. "Depends on what you meam by serious. I mean, I'm alive ain't I?" He dips down at the waist to snatch up a veggie roll between thumb and forefinger, the size of his hands affording him control with such a dainty grip. "But it was one of them nasty bugs where for a few days, I wasn't so sure I wanted to be. Just sweatin' and achey and... blech. No good." With that, he chomps into the food, and gives an immediate groan of satisfaction. "Marry me?" Now the elbow that lightly digs into her side is fully intentional. Hana doesn't snort. Really. That /wasn't/ a snort. "Well, as proposals go, that's the best one I've ever gotten." Not that she says yes - and that elbow's arm gets a swat. "You want to ask the cook that - I just handle the pick up and delivery." There is, however, a wince at the description of the bug, before she shakes her head. "I hate it when those go around. Everyone ends up ill, and often grumpty to boot." "Really? That's the best one you've gotten?" He continues munching down the food with slow rolls of his jaw, but turns in place to lean back against Azaylia's desk. "Then I hope it's the only one you've ever gotten. I didn't even get down on a knee, or drag your ass out to the top of a mountain, or nothin'." In just a few more wide-mouthed chomps, that first snack is gone, and Bones is reaching down for the next one. "Tell you what, how 'bout I practice a more times on the cook, then I'll come back up here and give you a real solid one. Then y'can say you've turned down the best proposal of your whole life, hehe!" "It doesn't involved my parents, so yes. The best one I've gotten." The words are rather dry, in contrast to the grin Hana sports, before she has to laugh, and shake her head. "In that case, I expect a mountaintop. And it's Ilsa you are wanting to be practicing on." There is a pause as she rearranges some of the rolls to make it look less like some have been snitched. Then, teasing, "Of course, asking then means you might get an answer you don't expect!" "Ilsa, Ilsa..." he can't recall meeting an Ilsa, though his times in the kitchens are very singularly focused. Food. "Ha! Y'can set your sights way higher than an ugly slab'a meat like me. If I'm endin' up with anybody, it's probably gonna be somebody with at least few burns and missin' teeth." Disrupting her rearrangement, Bones moves to snatch at least one with some meat in it, for contrast from the two previous selections. "You're a pretty piece though, you'll do fine if you start huntin'." Not the sweetest of compliments, but a genuine one. Hana twitches - literally twitches - at the thought. "No hunting, thank you very much. At least not for a good couple of turns. Why burns and missing teeth? I'm sure if you were to lurk about the kitchens, singing the praises of some of the food, you'd at least find someone somewhat friendly," she points out with a grin. Because that is a safer topic. Recoiling just a little bit at the visible twitch, Bones otherwise makes no mention of her clear aversion to the traditional dating scene. "Yeah, you're right, I could probably snag someone' pretty. It's just my sense of humor to bag on myself." Finally, after the two veggies and a meat, Bones leaves the rest for Azaylia's return. "Because if I don't check my own ego, then who will eh?" There's a little push at her shoulder, as he tries to pick something of a fight. "C'mon. Insult me real quick. Take me down a peg." Hana goes blank. Totally, and absolutely blank - and the push doesn't help. "Ah.... ah... what?" There is some blinking, before finally - and somewhat at a loss, "Your father was a wherry, and your mother smelt of Bendan-grapes?" Bones' own grin falters at Hana's inability to find anything offensive to say, and for a time he's just left to blink at what she came up with. "There ain't a cruel bone in your body, is there?" His gaze goes from appraising to friendly very quick. "Which is why you're so damn good for Azaylia. She could use the sweetness, what with all that's goin' on lately. I don't exactly know what's going on, but it I can tell the politics are gettin' rough on her." "Ah.... sorry?" Hana offers, actually sort of meaning it, before grinning. "I won't say /that/ - I just don't see any point in being mean. Or, well, insulting anyone. But I'm glad to hear that I'm actually helping her, and not just being indulged. I.. don't know much on the side of the politics myself, but I think it can be safely said that... it doesn't seem to be helping things much." There is a grimace, more worried than distasteful. "Seems to be worrying more people than not." Her fingers fidget with the cloth that goes back over the platter a bit, smoothing here, tugging there. "I really, really try not to worry about the politics. I just make sure that the people near and dear to me hold up strong, y'know?" He pushes himself up off his reclining position at the desk, and gives his arms a high stretch, the bottom of his vest lifting up over his fuzzy belly button until he lowers his shoulders back down. "But I can't deny I see the effects. Folk I thought were good and true gettin' all twisted up when they get a taste for some bullshit title." He takes a deep breath on that one. "Anyway, I'm gonna get my ass down to the greenhouse and start fixin' up what I let go to shit when I was sick. Puttin' in some good work'll get my mind off of this scary stuff. Y'know, like marriage?" Now the grin comes back. Hana twitches once, then impishly sticks out her tongue. "It's not nice poking at someone's phobia," she scolds, before stepping away from the table. "But yes, there is plenty of work to be done. I'm glad you are feeling better, Bones. Don't over-do it!" And then she's off like she so commonly goes; skirts a'swishing and a basket picked up and carried off. |
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