Logs:Kissing S'trun
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| RL Date: 2 April, 2008 |
| Who: Leova, I'ro, Sh'dor, S'trun |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: The four "silver thread" weyrlings get used to each other. Leova falls asleep on the couch. |
| Where: HRW |
| When: Day 12, Month 11, Turn 15 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: E'dro/Mentions, Persie/Mentions, I'daur/Mentions |
| Curiosity was enough for this.
They had been quizzing each other on theories and formations and more theories, the four of them, huddled under blankets on the couch in the training room that used to be blue. Just a mess of weyrlings. But at least it was warm. Somewhere in there after the glows had gone dim, and when they had gotten most of the real replies down and were making up wilder and wilder answers that made them all crack up, it was like I'ro had tried to ruin things. Stilkith had made life easier for them in so many ways, but not when it came to the things I'ro would say. Snide things, things that made it seem like he knew more than he did. Gossip this time. Their weyrlingmasters. Some other late night or nights, ledges and drinking though who'd need to drink with her around, he'd do her all right, so what if E'dro was soft on her, kid had a lot of growing up to do. Leova didn't want to hear it. So she caught Sh'dor's eye and I'ro got an elbow in the side. Didn't even have to ask Vrianth to bespeak Idriloth about it, and then she caught herself wondering when even thinking a word like that felt so easy. Bespeak. Sometimes it felt like only a couple months had passed. Sometimes, a couple Turns. Not that I'dro took it that easy. He started to scuffle but the three of them ganged up, the way they'd do, and S'trun got him over his shoulder and carried him off before any of them could get under each other's skin worse than they did already. Arguing was allowed. Waking up the weyrlingmasters wasn't. And at the end of the day, what they had was each other. Sh'dor stayed with her, and they cleaned up the mess some, got the hides rolled up, couldn't find one quill was all. He ruffled her hair, she kicked him in the shin, not hard. They laughed. Tried to keep it quiet. Finally he went to bed, but she stayed. Vrianth was still out. By the living caverns, she thought, getting a sense of glowlight and exasperation that they couldn't make it dark enough for her to get in without anyone seeing. Leova reached out, soothing her, letting her own eyes close. She'd just wait a little longer.
She couldn't see at first, but she realized it was S'trun's voice right as Vrianth informed her that yes, Sevierth knew that she was being careful and that she had not hurt his arm in the least. So she figured out she had an elbow and braced herself up on it and asked very quietly, was he all right. Vrianth's eyes were gleaming from behind him, and he stopped rubbing his arm and said he was and moved closer and they whispered a little more. She could feel the adrenaline leaving her as they kept talking, all about dragon things and wing things and their classmates and things that had become normal somehow, Vrianth warm sparks inside her all the while. As they talked, she remembered the seriousness of his mouth when they first started studying. How the four of them working on their notes and their outlines, before and through dinner, had made it easier to settle down after the mistake she'd made that afternoon, after the mistakes she'd made that morning. She liked the way he laughed, the way he was laughing now, so softly because neither of them wanted to wake up anyone. And she liked his broad shoulders, and she liked how her feet felt with her boots off. She liked that he was safe, or safer, in a way she didn't want to think about right now, though Vrianth felt the need to point out that she was much more nimble than Idriloth too if that's all it was. She liked how he liked Vrianth. And she also remembered how long it had been. And she was curious. Turned out, it wasn't so long that she didn't remember how to catch his eye in the darkness, and let what she was thinking enter her voice and then her smile. She had barely enough time to wonder how long it would take him to notice before his mouth curved, too. And then he was leaning down and she was lifting up, her mouth to his, kissing, and he made a low pleased sound while she was trying not to wonder just how much Vrianth was noticing. So she kissed him again to make up for it, letting herself ride the illicit edge of their doing this and in the training room itself, no less, where despite its being dark and despite its being quiet anyone could walk in, any time. But she was pretty sure no one did. So when he kissed her a few more times she decided that she liked it, too, at least this way. That she'd kiss him again. Later. She'd have to talk to him, nothing in front of people, not even to look at her funny, but she didn't think he'd mind too much. Maybe she was just tired. Maybe then the spark would come. But for now, she was taking Vrianth and her boots and going to bed. |
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