Logs:Reassurances
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| RL Date: 7 March, 2013 |
| Who: H'kon, Madilla |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: After the brawl, and all it entails, H'kon offers Madilla an out. She refuses. |
| Where: Madilla's Quarters, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 5, Month 3, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: K'del/Mentions |
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| Madilla's Room, High Reaches Weyr Larger than most of the quarters in the Complex, this suite is made up of three distinct rooms, all rough-hewn but of a reasonable size. The main room is a living area, largely filled by a table with several chairs, as well as a small desk. Beyond, the two further rooms are both bedrooms, the larger one filled by two single beds, whilst the other, smaller, contains a double bed, one that fills most of the available space. Rag rugs cover the floors throughout all three rooms, while heavy quilts provide both insulation and decoration, hung from the walls. It's late enough that much of the hubub in the Weyr has died down. Those injured in the morning have long since been seen to, maybe even have managed their way into hot baths and early bedtimes after supper. H'kon is not one of them. The brownrider has made his way to the crafter's complex, with the help of one Arekoth, who is not feeling overly welcome on the sands. It's been a square-shouldered walk in, though when he pauses outside the door (that he's mostly certain is the right one), there's hesitation. There's a droop of his head, a gathering of force after a few breaths. And then, there's a knock. There are definite sounds of movement behind the door, but it takes a little while for anyone to actually come and open it. Madilla's not exactly dressed for sleep, but her hair is down and she's wearing socks without shoes; as she opens the door, she looks tired, and there's the sound of quiet whimpering coming from the next room. She looks surprised - and then concerned. Voice low, "H'kon? Is everything-- I was going to say 'all right', but that's--" She breaks off. "Madilla," H'kon returns, dipping his head faintly, mouth pulling sidelong. A hand is held up, and he nods faintly. "It is well e-" no, "neither Arekoth nor myself received injury." He pushes his tongue to the back of his teeth, shifts his stance, and gives a tug to the edges of the jacket that he had indeed found again, after the morning's... excitement. "I will not keep you." He looks past her, toward the door, toward the sounds. When he looks back, his expression's gone serious. "I wished only to say that if you need to distance yourself," something twitches in his face, and his eyes shift, not rightly trying for hers now, "I will understand." "What?" There's alarm on Madilla's face, instant and uncomfortable; her gaze shifts from H'kon to the bedroom beyond, and then she steps forward, nudging the door until it's just barely ajar behind her. "No. No." Her chin lifts, and then, in a single, decisive action, she reaches forward, aiming to wrap her arms about his shoulders in a gesture of comfort, and press a brief kiss to one cheek. "I don't believe what's being said, H'kon. And I won't push you away. He's just... wrong. His heart is confused." H'kon is braced for the worse, physical strength ready to support whatever moral requirements made of him. It means he doesn't pull away. There could be a moment's shock that holds it, too, her reaction quite unexpected. And when he does raise an arm, to have his hand grip a bit strangely at her shoulder, it's a mechanical sort of motion. The brownrider's mouth opens, a little half-noise comes out, and it closes again. In lieu, there's a nod within that embrace. Sometimes, even the most taciturn are actually without words. Madilla must, surely, recognise all of those reactions, each emotion in turn; none of them seem to faze her, nor shift her away. "I'm here if you need me," she says, giving his shoulders a squeeze that is no doubt intended to be comforting, though she pulls back soon after, all the better to attempt to look him square in the eye. "You know where I live. And where I work. Promise me, you'll come and talk if you need me." Her expression is beseeching. H'kon doesn't do too much to hold her when she steps back, though he keeps his arm extended, keeps his hand to her arm if she'll allow him. He does meet her eyes here, and nods almost formally. "I would rather simply speak to you," comes a moment later, not a revision so much as a fact, but still with every seriousness behind it. She will allow him; she'll even smile, a little shy, a little warm, and more than a little sad. "I'd rather that, too," she says, sounding briefly amused. "But both options are there. I'm just... telling you. Straight out. I really don't care what anyone else thinks." Again, she glances behind her, at the mostly closed door, but somehow it doesn't seem as though she's trying to escape-- her expression is briefly reluctant. It's when his fingers get to hers that H'kon's hand closes. "If anything should change." There's another nod, slower, still serious. He gives the slightest tug on her hand when she turns, just before releasing his hold. "I will not keep you longer." And, much softly, and sounding of thanks, for all it isn't voiced, "Good night, Madilla." "I--" Madilla begins, regret so-audible in even that single syllable. "It won't." That, at least, is firmer, and said with such focused determination that she may, for just a moment, look outright fierce. Her, "Good night," is a little more reluctant, and yet it's accompanied by a look that acknowledges and understands his thanks, and reiterates all her words so far in perfect clarity. "Tomorrow will be better. And the day after that. Good night, H'kon." She'll wait until he's gone before going back inside, and closing the door. The vehemence in that has H'kon's face changing, head canting just slightly, a more close examination undertaken of the woman, processing some new thought. "Tomorrow will certainly be," doesn't take a full share in her optimism. But there's the slightest release of air and tension from him before he turns, making his way down the hall without looking back (this time), making his way to where his dragon waits, and leaving Madilla to her family. |
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