Logs:Passing Ships
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| RL Date: 11 February, 2014 |
| Who: Alida, Ilicaeth, Jaecar "Farsights" |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Some talks are necessary between the honorable. |
| Where: Rest and Relaxation Weyr (Alida's), High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 23, Month 13, Turn 33 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: K'zin/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Jaecar by K'zin. |
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| Rest and Relaxation Weyr, High Reaches Weyr Further inside, smooth walls are heavily washed in a very light shade of cream, with a well-wrought mural upon one of them that depicts a warm beach with black sands, a few tropical plants, and crystal blue oceanic waters. The opposite wall contains older, but well-kept wall hangings that depict various pictoral scenes from the Igen desert, including ocher sands and a cathedral arch. There are various pieces of furniture stained a light color that are organized about the room: a sturdy table and pair of chairs set against a side wall; a workbench set just opposite at another wall; and what looks like a partially-failed attempt at a rocking chair, the too squat, too wide piece of furniture riddled with ugly little knotholes filled with wood putty. The rocking chair also shows signs of ill-treatment, various furrows and gouges marking the arms and legs. A well-worn, slightly threadbare cushion of faded red wine is settled upon the seat of the 'chair, and a well-tended guitar case sits propped within reach of it. A massive, smokey-grey couch sits several feet opposite the wide, clean hearth... various small and colorful little rocks decorating its mantle. Tucked into the 'corner' to one side of the hearth is a punching bag hanging from the ceiling higher above. A very comfortable-looking, full-sized bed is tucked into a decently-sized sleeping alcove at the very back - a large, lockable press settled at its base - and is covered by a heavy quilt of sage green with golden-yellow stitching drawn up over heavy cotton sheets of buff coloration. The pillows upon the bed have covers of the same soft buff, and at the end of the bed are folded a pair of dove-grey blankets - one very thick and woolen, the other thinner, cottony - that can be used in various weather. Upon stony floors lie various large rugs woven in shades of dark green, rich brown, and a throw rug of deep blue, making walking upon the stone less chilling and harsh. All in all, the space is light and airy when lit up by various glow sconces upon the walls, soft rather than harsh-edged...quite unlike its owner.
Comfy, certainly, even if comfy for the sailor means keeping one of the blankets snugged over legs and tucked around his middle as he reclines on the pillows, blue eyes tracking the other blonde as she moves about. Jaecar doesn't ever offer to tend the fire, but fires are not his strong suit - not a necessary life skill aboard a sizable sailing vessel. He welcomes her back with open arms, but no words. Though there are times he speaks much and more with her, there are just as many times that he indulges in comfortable silence. Back into those welcoming arms she snuggles, Alida nosing along Jaecar's skin at his exposed chest as she too flaps a corner of those rumpled covers back over herself, as well. For some long minutes, there's nothing but comfortable silence between the sailor and bluerider, along with the gentle and sometimes humorous little attentions 'lida plies upon her bedmate. Perhaps she even comes close to drowsing a bit at some point, but such lazy past-times drift out the door when Pyrite shifts, and her tail knocks one of Alida's prized, pretty pebbles to the floor. Tick! The woman's instantly alert, though not wary, and she pushes away from Jaecar just a little in order to be able to turn her head and peer at the general area the sound emanated from. Peer. Nope, no errant coals from the fire or broken anything. A small sigh of relief leads her to tuck herself back against the man, and murmur quietly, "Wonder what fell..." At some point in all of the usual and unusual elements of their stolen moments together, Farsights' eyes slid closed, but his breath isn't coming in the rhythm of sleep and his fingers only stop trailing her arm idly when she straightens up, returning once she's resettled herself. His eyes flicker open and briefly follow toward where she's already looked. "Mmm." It's a considering noise, but he apparently doesn't have any suggestion as to what it might have been, so that's as far as it goes before he's gazing down at her. "You're no help..." Alida notes with uncaring and languid humor, flicking her fingers at Jaecar's nose, then shifting her green gaze from him over to the hanging that keeps the heat in. After a few moments of thoughtful silence, her attention - perhaps a little hesitant, now - returns to Farsights, tsavorite eyes observing his mood before she speaks again. Quietly, but with forthrightness, "I know we've never talked openly about this... But it's time, now." Breath. "You never asked me ta be...exclusive to you...and I didn't ask you, either." True. "I wanna be up front...'cause yer special ta me." Pause. "If I ever get the...urge ta..." shrug "...bed another person, I want ta know it's okay with you." Mellowly, « Now 'r never. Seems like a decent time. » (Ilicaeth to Alida) "I'm off duty," comes Jaecar's lazy response, a smile curving on his lips. The look starts to fade as her shift in demeanor is noted, but he doesn't press her to speak, simply watches, fingertips still traveling along her arm until she does speak again. His brow furrows as she speaks, lower lip starting to jut just slightly. It's not a pout, but rather a look of seriousness and consideration. After a few moments, he speaks slowly. "I never-- really expected that you would be. Exclusive to me, I mean. You're a dragonrider. I'm a sailor. There's little enough overlap in our lives, and you've flights and all." Not that that necessarily counts for some dragonriders. "You're only mine when we're together, Alida Boat-Born." His eyes settle on her then, waiting and watching for reaction since... after all, this might not be what she wanted to hear from him. "So you think..." the woman murmurs in saucy airiness back to him, Alida then quieting as they trade thoughts in their exchange of words. Slowly, minutely, the tension Alida had been holding within relaxes at Jaecar's take on their exclusiveness. And though part of her might be a bit let down that she's not necessarily the handsome sailor's 'only one,' most of the bluie is relieved that he takes this so well. One never knows, after all. A simple, though serious nod is given to her lover before 'lida lays her cheek down again upon his shoulder, an idle drag of lips across it dusting her kiss upon skin. "I don't have much uv' a choice, when Ilicaeth's involved in a flight... But outside uv those... That's what's more important." For a moment, the urge to want to ask him how many other lovers Farsights has had since they've been together rises in Alida, but she tamps it back down even as her lips open. Such things usually only hurt everybody involved, and that's not what she wants to share with her sailor/lover/friend. Quietly, "Have I ever thanked you fer bein'...well, you? Bein' so patient, mostly understanding with me an' my...predilections?" Smirk. "Not in words," He answers the last first. "But sometimes your gratitude for things is only too obvious." Jaecar's brows make a suggestive wiggle, leaving no doubt as to the manner of the thanks he means. "I've never felt unappreciated, if that's what you're worried about." He shifts his arm so his fingers can stroke across her hair. "Outside of flights... it's fine. Really." His voice might be a little bit strained, but the tone itself is genuine. "We can't-- it's a fantasy to think that there's a real future for us. I love what I do. You love what you do and have a dragon. I care for you," In case she was in doubt, "But if you found someone here and you wanted a real life with them, I couldn't fault you for it. Sailors like me stay single for a reason." "Pervert..." Alida ripostes with humor, quickly darting her hand beneath the covers to gently squeeze choice bits of Jaecar, if possible. "Delicious pervert..." is then quickly noted with her own lascivious brow waggle, the bluie smiling warmly up into Jaecar's eyes. She quiets once more when the sailor becomes serious once again, her upper arm giving his chest a long and slightly covetous hug, even as she nods her agreement and understanding. "Dunno if I ever will..." is interjected quietly to the man's words of finding another to spend her life with, 'lida then murmuring, "Yer always my friend. An' more, as long as I c'n freely keep ya in my bed." A sudden thought of K'zin - once thought to be a good friend - has the woman's lips twisting a little, her gaze darkening, prompting her to add in a quick, dark, "Well, unless ya stab me in the proverbial back." Just as quickly, in one of her mercurial moods - and almost as if to silently apologize for perhaps bringing their good time down - the bluerider props herself up on an elbow beside Farsights, and smiles down into his eyes. "Ever seen dragon eggs?" "I'm the pervert." Jaecar's answers doubtfully, given where her hand has traveled. One of his brow arches accusingly, to turn the title back on the bluerider, though playfully so. "And you're mine, Alida. But that doesn't change that our lives happen in two different places and in two incompatible ways when it comes to more than friendship and romping round in the sheets." There's a slight edge of pain to the words that are delivered quietly and gently, but that's reality. "Take what we can get. I just don't want you to feel like you owe me any kind of commitment, because we both know it's just not in the cards." Of the back-stabbing, he doesn't make answer, but surely it's because he doesn't feel he needs to; he's never given her reason to doubt him. "Nah," to the dragon eggs. "Don't have a lot of those at sea." He adds in a humorous murmur. "Fine; we're the perverts..." the woman finishes in a false huff, grinning down at Jaecar, then lightly bumping her forehead against his. Hardheads! "I know... I know..." Alida sighs a little dourly to the sailor's words of the inevitability of their professional lives. "Like ya said, we take what we c'n get." The paler blonde underscores this with a sudden, almost ferocious kiss for her 'beau.' As for his next answer of those eggs, "Duuuh." Eyecross, giggle. "How about havin' another tale ta tell yer 'mates when ya next put out ta sea? Fort's got a clutch on their Sands right now, and I'm in a mood ta not only treat ya ta' seein' 'em, but ta' take ya out fer dinner at their swanky place." Pause. "We got all night 'n half the day t'morrow, after all. Lots uv' time ta get in trouble." Once more she dons that brow-waggle, the woman tossing in a challenging grin, as well. The kiss is returned, and his head lifts to follow her lips as she withdraws, only letting it fall back to the pillow a moment later. "I suppose." The second word is drawn out thoughtfully, leading to the inevitable: "If-" Jaecar pauses to add significance, "You can convince me out of this bed." The tone suggests that might be as challenging a task as the trouble she proposes. "Sluggard..." is noted in opulent tones at Jaecar's supposition, Alida rolling adroitly atop him - straddling him for a moment and squeezing his hips roughly with her thighs - and then vaulting down to the rug-strewn floor. "Fer once, easier done than said!" From a peg on one wall she nabs a heavy robe, belting it securely about her frame, then donning a pair of older slippers. "Bath first, then more fun..." is noted over to the sailor languishing in her bed, 'lida then dashing for the hanging beyond them. In a jog of muffled feet, she's throwing open not only the inner fabric, but the outer one as well, letting the chill winds of High Reaches gust into the inner weyr...while Ilicaeth rumbles his dark humor outside. Hot sands scour desert humor, swirling into the cracks. « Bet he's got shrinky dink. » Snicker. (Ilicaeth to Alida) "You think so?" Jaecar's voice follows the blonde as she exits the bed, watching and then with amusement, "Fighting frigid, I see. That's not exactly inspiration to leave the comfort of warm furs, you know. I could've thought of much better ways to entice me." That last is wistful as he begins to tug the blankets into place as a protective cocoon. "Manwhore!" is caroled out in a laughter-filled whoop from the outer hanging, Alida just as suddenly jerking it closed again, then hurrying back into her weyr-proper, pulling the inner hanging closed, as well. Outside, Ilicaeth sighs melodramatically, and slowly hauls himself to his feet, while his rider pounces back upon the bed again, and seeks to pull those sheets and furs off Farsights. Grrr! "Screwing you's not gonna get ya' outta' bed..." Cue a monstrous grin and further shenanigans. And the tussle ensues. A contest for blankets, among other things. It doesn't stop Jaecar from pointing out, mid-contest, "I'm not an unreasonable man. You could try negotiating. You want something, I want something, I don't see why we can't find an arrangement that pleases us both." One that certainly involves screwing again. One of her pillows contacts his face with mock-ferociousness, the 'boof' sound of it echoing some around her weyr. Blankets and furs are everywhere, Alida mouth nipping teeth and blowing raspberry-zerberts all over the sailor's flesh, where she can. "You said 'out of bed..!' And suddenly, the woman takes her own words and his to heart, wrapping her legs around around Jaecar's waist like hawsers, her arms about his lower neck. Whispered hotly into one of the sailor's ears, "You. Me. The wall. Now." Snicker-giggle. Well, there's pillows and there's blankets and there's other things, and Jaecar is fighting the good fight. He does distinctly pause when she whispers in his ear, but he doesn't get out of the bed. Instead his eyes narrow as he looks at her. "It's a trap." He accuses, "What's wrong with the bed? Not that I don't like the wall," Of course not. He's not Admiral Ackbar! His huge head just outside the inner hanging, Ilicaeth receives the mental feeling that he and Alida's quiet 'plan' has been found out, and the blue inwardly grumps at not being able to surprise the sailor into abandoning his 'ship'... er, bed. Inside, the woman likewise grumps for a moment, and then sighs gustily before muttering, "Okay, okay... I promise; it's not a trap." Twerp! Her sourness doesn't last long, however, as other things in the back of her mind come to the fore, much of 'lida's attention soon diverted to 'convincing' Farsights that the wall will be more than worth their while...and his cooperation. The promise given has weight. Jaecar knows better than to doubt her word once it's given, but it doesn't stop him from lingering in the bed moments longer before, at last, heading for the wall. Eventually from the wall to go get a bath with the bluerider and then onto the adventuring and trouble-making that's been promised. Hopefully, they won't create any interWeyr incidents that can't just be blamed on an ill-bred sailor unwise in the ways of the Weyrs. |
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