Logs:Noisy Neighbors
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| RL Date: 16 May, 2013 |
| Who: K'zin, Telavi |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Telavi seizes an opportunity to be wicked. K'zin does the same. |
| Where: Rasavyth's Ledge and Questionably Painted Weyr (K'zin's), High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 8, Month 10, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: C'wlin/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Experimenting with doing scene snippets (we're not very good at them, yet!), wherein (movie-style) the focus is on some particular piece of an everyday encounter in a handful of poses that helps round out the general dynamic of a relationship without trying to play every scene that would be happening off camera. Backdated and played via gdocs. |
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| Rasavyth's Ledge, High Reaches Weyr What a spectacular weyr! Its large ledge boasts a pair of perfect hollows, room enough for a pair of bronzes, and just inside the entrance are a series of shelves cut into the stone, ideal for displaying small knickknacks and keeping everything organized. Questionably Painted Weyr At the back of the weyr the cavern branches into two good-sized back rooms with a double-sided fireplace occupying the wall they share. The weyr even comes already decorated. It has an ornately carved bed and press in both of the rooms; the front area offers a polished rectangular table and six matching chairs, a set-up perfect for entertaining. Rugs are scattered across the floor, their colors bright and cheery to match the walls. But oh, those walls! Some artistic hand has painted mural on every wall, filled with bright colors and bordered by mixed fruits and vegetables. The mildest murals are filled with exuberant scenes of dancing people, but most of them are of a more... questionable nature. They're certainly not the sort of thing any concerned parent would want their children to see, though they give the weyr a definite party atmosphere.
It's so rare to enter this cavern unwatched, if not always to depart it. Rasavyth keeps tabs, K'zin likes to look... and however much Telavi may like the way he looks at her, there's something about exploring unseen. Solith knows much about that, but Solith's also already gone. So Tela removes her boots, slowly and tiredly, and soft-foots it in a roundabout path near where he sleeps, near enough to look, near enough to smile. She catches herself doing it too, though, and with a suddenly rueful air steps away. There are those tempting open doors, after all. She might check on the progress on the workout room, though how much is it likely to have changed, anyway? She might peer in more personal areas, on the other side. K'zin does, after all, need his sleep and she must occupy herself somehow. She could even gather a blanket to keep him warm, and by that point, the trunks wouldn't be so far away at all. Wouldn't that be a thoughtful thing to do? But in the end she looks away from that too, even if the curve of her path does turn into an inward spiral and she finds herself smiling again. This time, she crouches down to neaten the papers and smooth out a corner here, a wrinkle there, before finally sitting down and taking up writing herself: graphite jottings in the margins, occasional commentary and the odd arrow pointing out connections. She doesn't try the ancient bowl of water trick, and she doesn't draw on his face, but she could. There's many things Telavi certainly could do, especially in the time that it takes before K'zin jerks awake. It's not first movement he's made. Indeed, it's been akin to watching a canine sleep. He twitches and shifts on the rug, facial muscles pulling to something vaguely unpleasant. His eyes blink as he simultaneously pushes himself from a stomach-to-rug position onto his knees. He doesn't seem to see the room for a moment and then he's suddenly sitting back onto his heels and then sliding onto his rear, looking endearingly drowsy as he blinks, brown eyes finding Telavi, though he mightn't be fully awake yet. She's peeked once or twice through the twitches, or three times maybe, but Tela has to at least finish the page and set it neatly aside before she can smile over at K'zin, even lean to briefly rub his ankle when it comes into range. "Sleep well? Ready for calisthenics? I hope there'll be enough breakfast left!" Except it's not in her 'unquestionably true' voice, nor even her 'wouldn't it be fun to play along' voice, but the one that says, 'of course we both know better, let's see right through.'" There isn't much of a reaction to the hand on his ankle other than a bleary-eye glance and an expression that says: 'Something's touching me. What is touching me? Oh. It's Tela's hand. Hello, Tela's hand.' His mind is mud. His hand goes to claim hers and gets it half way to his lips before her words sink in. They hit like a hot poker to the hindquarter. Then there's the comedic onset of overslept panic. "Shells! Is it morning? Ras is asleep. But Ras never oversleeps. His brain starts to try to process that, and ends up setting it aside in the face of morning necessities... if it is in fact morning. Her hand is dropped, unkissed and he's starting to scramble to his feet, "How late am I? How much time do I have?" Telavi, adrenaline provider! Perhaps she shouldn't look quite so delighted, though at least she dials it down from eleven as she toys with her cap, making sure its band really does lie neatly behind her ears. In fact, "It's awfully late," Tela claims with a sigh, not bothering to look at all like she's getting up. "Not very much time at all... before midnight, anyway," and she leans on the word to properly underscore it before laughing. He'd gotten all the way to his feet, of course, by the time her words sink in. "Midnight?!" His eyes flare in surprise and then turn down toward the greenrider. They're never threatening, but for a moment, her still-getting-acquainted-with-him sense might think danger. K'zin stares. Then all at once he's descending on her, swooping down to bodily bowl her over, roughly. Not enough to hurt her, of course, but enough to herald her comeuppance for the joke and the laughter. It comes in the form of first a few hungry kisses, deceptive in the way they might lead Tela to think this is suddenly the precursor to a quick fuck, then his hands on her hips and sliding up her sides, and then: TICKLING. All those little spots that he'd been accidentally finding are finally going to some good use. "You're lucky I don't pull you over my knee or something," He growls as he starts his playful hopefully shriek or giggle-inducing assault. Tela doesn't exactly freeze, but there's a moment where she might, her back a touch straighter and a sharpened gleam in her own eyes. Whatever the nature of her anticipation, whether uneasy, startled, or all too pleased, there's no time to tell because he might have fallen for her teasing, but under his onslaught she's falling back more literally now, making that cushiony rug that much better of an investment. Yes, she's laughing and yes, a kiss or two, only then... forget any calling K'zin on the knee business, because that's a very squirmy and very involuntary shriek of all shrieks right before she contorts, her strong-nailed hands grabbing for his arms as one foot skids on the rug in a bid for leverage, and have they bothered his neighbors before? Because there's always a first time. Neighbors? Well, if C'wlin wants to ask him about it later, he's more than welcome to. Might serve Telavi right after this. "That's what you get!" K'zin tickles, merciless! But only for a moment, before instead of tickling he's heatedly mashing his mouth to hers in a rough, but passion-filled kiss. Maybe that she got him turns him on? More likely it was the shrieking and the squirming and he's of a mind to make her two a whole different brand of screaming and contorting, if he can manage it! No, he isn't welcome. Not at all. Not in the least. No! K'zin might start out not so welcome either, at least the tickling that the lizard part of her brain must translate into her being about to get eaten... but maybe her reflexes' not being thoroughly combat-trained is a good thing, for once, if only for his safety and their eventual satisfaction. It's short-lived tickling, after all, and her teeth turn out to be intact, and it's not such a short time later that he gets his way in a manner that quite explosively accomplishes hers. Sorry, notes! Sorry, papers! While there isn't much in the way of clothes that need fixing, because K'zin was far too concerned with getting to it to do more than the bare minimum, the papers and notes? Well, they deserve those apologies. One last kiss will have him leaving Telavi and after a quick re-arrangement of clothes, he bends to the task of sorting out which papers were where and which notes go with what. It's sure to be an especially fun game what with all the diagrams of wing maneuvers. What was their order to begin with? And how annoying is it that this maneuver is only one spot off from another? If hers by necessity require more attention, it's a familiar enough task to be not just quick but nearly thoughtless. Soon enough Telavi's pulled herself up to sit, sacrificing a languid yawn upon the altar of would-be thought, her eyes more blue than green and more dark than either. Watching him and his tidying shouldn't have to require much focus, but it's a few moments before she says, low and light, "Bottom right-hand corner." Numbers. "At least, for individual sets." So not a cure-all, the graphite easily missed against the warmer brown beneath. Then her eyes close, and she's rubbing her forehead measuredly with her thumbs, stroking from the center out. |
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