Logs:Not Very Friend-ly
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| RL Date: 18 October, 2014 |
| Who: K'zin, Telavi |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: The day after the storm and the unexpected, K'zin has a confession to make. A drunken confession. Those are the best kind, right? |
| Where: Artful Artifice Weyr (K'zin's), High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 14, Month 1, Turn 36 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Aishani/Mentions, Ashe/Mentions, Guitera/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Surprisingly not a lot of angst. But some. Back-dated. |
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| Artful Artifice Weyr, High Reaches Weyr The exterior curtain shields the pair of dragon wallows from the elements, but it's really after the interior curtain set just behind them that things become more human-friendly. The entryway narrows to what would still be wide by people standards, but narrow enough to disabuse any dragon of the notion of trying to fit inside, then the cavern bubbles open into a fairly massive main cavern. Almost opposite the entrance is a pair of doors nearly side-by-side leading to back rooms, but in between there's space. Spacious might be an understatement here. To the right of the entrance the curved wall provides space for a very large table whose matching chairs can seat up to twelve. It's reminiscent of the council chambers, really, and the wall behind surely once had a mural of its own but is currently scrubbed clean of paint, waiting for inspiration, perhaps. A map of High Reaches sweep and the Weyr's badge get a close-up on a mural to the immediate left of the entrance. A broad hearth interrupts and separates the second half of the expansive curved wall from the first, and the latter shows the greatest display of artistry in a mural of a hazy night sky dotted with stars. Closer inspection might lead one to find that the stars might be used as hand-holds if one were inclined to climb.
Telavi-- who had to work, since snow may have frozen the Thread that isn't happening but weyrlings with lingering distress may have slept in but that's it-- emerges from the outer weyr, abandoning Solith to settle in with Rasavyth; from the bundle in her arms emerges the aroma of melty cheesy meaty goodness, because that's always what one wants when one has a hangover. Ah, but K'zin doesn't have a hang over. Not yet. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," the long sound greets her as the smell comes closer with the goods. "Tela, can I have some of that before you break up with me and leave me forever?" He asks before yawning. Maybe after the drama of the day before he can't muster the energy to be freaked out. Or maybe it's just the wine talking. Still, he rolls onto his back to look up at her. This is his "pretty please" face. "Oh, I suppose," Telavi fondly 'prolongs the suspense,' padding stocking-footed over to greet him; perhaps she has 'break up and leave' on her calendar, somewhere, and they just aren't there yet. The rest of his greeting consists of a blown kiss and the slow, dramatic unfurling of the cloths that enfold all the tastiness-- even though she doesn't seem to have brought a backup band to properly set off the revelations-- offering the bundle just within view and just out of reach. "This is what you want, you're sure? Mmmm, it smells so good." It's the blown kiss that does it. It's not even the taunting. His look is gone, crestfallen and he rolls onto his stomach and up onto his knees even as she tempts him. "She kissed me, Tela. And I kissed her back. I'm sorry." Because it totally makes sense for him to simply come out with that. Then again, judging by the fact that he can't seem to get up further than those knees of his... well. What? Tela's brows go furrowed and her hands are still full and, "Wait, what? How... long have I been gone?" Did she miss something with the weyrlings-- sometimes life with them does seem interminable-- and it's the next day? Her gaze flicks to the emptied wineskin and then back to his eyes, and his knees, and his eyes once more. "I dunno. I had--" K'zin holds up fingers, only five becomes three which becomes five again. Then he gives up. "A lot of wine." He settles for. "Mostly after. Some before. She came by to ask for help and then we were talking and then she kissed me so we wouldn't wonder later what it might've been like." He looks wretched as he says, "I would've wondered, Tela. Sometimes." Those times when he's not entirely in love with being in a formalized relationship thing. Telavi's looking at the bronzerider, and then she's wrapping that bundle right back up again; though she dips to set it down, it's not offered to him or even shared between them but back behind her. She doesn't rise immediately, but, "Who is 'she'?" is what first makes it out loud into actual words. "Ashe," he sighs. "It's a weird name right? Like a fire." K'zin looks to his own. Then he looks back to Telavi, "I'm sorry, Tela. I wish I'd done better for you. Stopped her, or something." Then he seems to remember that there was a question that just saying the woman's name might not satisfy. "She's a starsmith apprentice I met a while back. We have a lot in common. We like math. And maps. And I have stars on my wall." These things are related a little dumbly. "Don't break up with me, okay?" He asks brow furrowed, expression vulnerable. It's a weird name, or it's a weird situation, or there's no 'or' about it. Telavi looks back over her shoulder, back out at those walls, and then back at him. Now she can rub her brow. "Oh," she says, a little dumbly in her own right. "Why-- you know people wonder sometimes, right? I think anyone does, even-- " there must be some happy 'eyes only for each other' pair out there, but she's coming up short or maybe it's that, in the end, she doesn't care about them. Those other people. "K'zin." She reaches to press his knee with her knuckles, not quite a bump, not yet leaving. He looks up at her. Is he supposed to do something other than blink at her doe-eyed? "Fine." It's not an 'everything's okay' fine. It's a 'she's not breaking up with him, probably, depending on what else is going on that's not limited to room in his mouth for feet' fine. It probably is in his favor that he's not dead, even after yesterday. "Hold me, okay?" He shifts, making a lap for her, drawing her into it, wrapping his arms around her. "I love you," it doesn't sound like he's 'just saying it' as K'zin presses his forehead gently against her temple. "I'm sorry." Again. "How can I fix it?" At least he wants to fix it, so that's good, right? At least he thinks there's something to fix. She lets him do what she said she wanted; she doesn't relax, but when he says that... she gets a little closer. It's with a small awkward sound, not quite a laugh that Tela admits, "I was just about to ask you to say that." This is better. "And I needed to know that again. And that's a good question too." Tela breathes out, breathes in. "I'm glad you didn't die yesterday. Yesterday, this morning, we were right there, here, and then you have a girl in your weyr and you're kissing her and I don't get it." "No!" It's emphatic if not loud. "I didn't invite her. She came up to ask me about work things, and I said that you and Quinlys and the weyrlings might help her, and then we were talking and then she kissed me. I only kissed her back," which doesn't sound nearly so forgivable outside his head. His frown can be briefly seen before he's burying his face against her shoulder. "It was an accident," is muffled and meek. That shoulder isn't as soft and welcoming as it could be, though part of that has to do with the leathers; Telavi likes hers supple, but really, there's only so much one can do. The rest of it... Tela sighs, and winds up rubbing the back of his neck. "So she's a stalker girl? You were here, doing what you do," innocently! "and she leapt on you and... how tall is she, anyway?" "No," that's less emphatic and more miserable. This is a mess and he knows it. "She's just a girl that I know," who decided to kiss him. "I was here, she came up to ask about rides for starsmiths and smiths and woodcrafters for a project she's working on for her Master, and we got to talking about things. Maps and stars and Aishani and--" K'zin blows out a sigh. "She's not stalking me. She just came up because life is still happening even though it feels like it should be stopping to pay its respects. The kissing--" He's frowning, can she feel it? "I guess she likes me." He guesses. Then wretchedly once again, guiltily, "And if I weren't with you, I'd probably like her." "..." She breathes it out, so close to a word. Is it better or worse that, if her lover's going to kiss someone-- kiss someone back-- it's someone he might like? Might have liked. Might like. But there is that 'if,' and she slides her hand into his hair for a little while. "It would be so much easier," Tela says-- possibly a bit sulkily to go atop the wistfulness-- "if people could just... button a button? and then all that attraction to other people would just go away. I don't know anyone who ever could, though." She leans to kiss his hair, too, right where it springs up from his temple. "Yeah," K'zin agrees. "I'd have to spend fewer marks on whiskey." For Quinlys and people like her. "I'd told her," not Quinlys, "there wasn't any reason we couldn't be friends. Friends." He has to repeat the word. It's so much closer to a laugh this time, bubbling up in a soft huff; Tela starts to speak, but then he does, so she listens. "Friends," she repeats the word with a neutral-not-negative lilt for that third time. "Before?" "Yes," K'zin makes a 'mrrr' sound before lifting his head. "What do we do now?" It's probably growth that the bronzerider is looking forward and not lingering on what's happened that can't be changed. Even while drunk. (He hiccups.) The hiccup is much better than a burp, all told; Telavi had let her hand slip back from K'zin's hair to his neck again, and now she smiles into his eyes. Although... puzzlement briefly tweaks at her brow, and she has to risk all that progress by asking, "Just one more thing. Did she know you were... seeing someone?" 'Seeing' Telavi. "I thought I said that." K'zin frowns. "That I suggested she talk to you and Quinlys and about the weyrlings." Nevermind that this doesn't (for a second time) explicitly say he noted the nature of their relationship. "So me-me and not just--" Telavi's brows tuck in a bit as she's rethinking, that protest standing in the place of explicit explanation. "And she made a pass at you anyway? That's not very... friends-ly." "You, my-girlfriend-Telavi, you." K'zin confirms. "Well, she said we weren't friends yet, but then after the kiss she said we could be friends now and not have to wonder." '"About anything, I'm sure," Telavi murmurs. "It's a lovely line. But!" She peeks at him, possibly also awaiting another hiccup, definitely reading his expression. "For what to do next... why don't we eat, and then I'll give you a lesson in what to watch out for when it's not your girlfriend." There's still something a touch uneasy in K'zin's expression as he listens. (Don't mind the hiccup.) "So no..." But his brain is too fuzzy, with grief still as much as wine. "Okay." He says after a moment. He gives. "Only, I'm not sure if you might want to wait for the lessons until I've sobered up." He looks to the empty wineskin. "It was a lot of wine." For he who doesn't drink much, anyway. Presumably, Rasavyth is too busy with other things to give a shit. "'No'...?" Telavi wonders, hiccup or no hiccup. Which doesn't mean she doesn't follow his glance; "Mmm, not all the way sober, but more sober..." She reaches to touch his hair where it curves from his forehead, gently, so gently. "It's, I don't know." Her gaze drops; momentarily her teeth find her lower lip before she looks back up to him. "A lot of wine for someone who doesn't," seem to, "drink much, anymore." "Seemed like a good idea at the time," that K'zin seems only to pick up that last thread is probably evidence of both why A. it isn't a good idea and B. she should wait on the proposed lessons. He sighs. "I'm going to have one shitty hangover." He's resigned, but manages to think, "I should have some water, with the food." He doesn't seem to have any fear of keeping those things down, though, so that's something. Tela doesn't quite laugh; this time that's because it's got a little too much wryness. "So more sober, but not into hangover territory, maybe a little hair of the dog," she dips to kiss his forehead-- not his hair!-- before moving to get up, "unless you want one of the shitty-tasting potions?" It's mostly teasing, that last; she has food to see to, and water to collect too, and it's not even grudging-- it's something she can do. |
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