Logs:Scary Men
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| RL Date: 11 June, 2014 |
| Who: Tayte, Telavi |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Tayte summons Telavi for a freak out session. |
| Where: Tayte's Room, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 17, Month 13, Turn 34 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Ali/Mentions, Azaylia/Mentions, G'laer/Mentions, H'vier/Mentions, J'taryn/Mentions, J'tel/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, Oliwer/Mentions, Saelin/Mentions, Tahvra/Mentions, Yvalia/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Angst. Lots. Back-dated. Sexual references. |
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| She's pacing when Telavi arrives. Calling that the door is open, she doesn't have to interrupt her agitated path to open it herself. It might seem a little odd, given her new-found paranoia, but if G'laer wanted in, he'd just come; no knock needed. And the greenrider is expected, so who else might it be? Tayte's even wringing her hands as she goes. When she sees Telavi's face though, there's relief in the her own. "Tela." Tela's holding the Lord's card-- and a shallow bowl of food-- close as she hurries in with a swirl of skirts, as she closes the door and locks it, as she hastens to her friend. "Tayte! What's going on?" "I'm in a shelling lot of trouble, that's what." The golden blonde looks just about at her wit's end. "I almost got weyrmated last night, and might've died, and I can't tell K'del, and-- it's all very, very messed up." All except her immaculately clean and neat room. That's not messed up at all, even if it might be a marker of Tayte's extreme stress. "And I don't know what to do about any of it." Tayte's eyes are red, so the tears have already been shed and Tela is likely to be spared from the worst that mess. But there is an open bottle on the end table next to the loveseat and a glass, so there's been some of that happening. She moves now, from where she'd paced, to flop down on the loveseat only to get up immediately, "Can you drink?" A second glass will be in order, if so. There's some, 'You what?!' in there, Tela's hand flown to her mouth, and some, 'Oh, Tayte!' too; the last bit is easier to address, even if it's with the question of, "Why couldn't I?" and after a moment putting the card on the end table before she forgets. Not as a coaster, though not unless they drink a lot more. "Duties?" Tayte suggests offhandedly for why a rider mightn't be able or wanting to drink. But she's already moving to sweep a clean glass off the dresser and returns to fill both and flop back on the loveseat. Oh, those. "Pfft," says Tela with a matching wave of her hand. Details! She takes the second glass with a singular disregard for what might be filling it; if it's from Tayte's stash, after all, it's bound to be good. She perches on the edge of the other part of the love seat, and reaches forward just long enough to to pat Tayte's knee. "Almost died?! And weyrmated?! Are those two," she holds up crossed fingers: linked? It is good. Of course, at the rate things are going around here, she might need to start restocking. "Yes! And no. And yes. It's all so complicated." Tayte sighs, staring at her drink, then takes a large swallow. "So things had been," past tense, "going fine with H'vier and I. We've been together a whole turn and a half without so much as a hiccup. I thoroughly expected that he wouldn't make it to the end of the first month with being monogamous. But then Tavi came along and things got even better. He was so-- so attentive and helpful and kind when I was pregnant, and sure, we fought about something stupid and he missed her birth, but we managed to get past-" ignore with prejudice, "-that and he's been really a wonderful father and partner since. And then one day, out of the blue," she started it, "he tells me that I'm for all intents and purposes his weyrmate already, only I wasn't and said as much and then I guess that's sort of been in the back of our heads for a while now. And then he asked me to be, for real, on my turnday, before we started drinking," this is understandably an important point, "and Faranth save me, but I said yes, and I was all set to do it, only then Hraedhyth went up." Here she stops because mention of that requires her to finish her drink and pour another. By this point, while Telavi hasn't quite drained her glass-- it's still a third full-- she hands it over for a top-off anyway. "Oh, Tayte," she breathes all over again. "And then what happened? Did he--?" The vintner gladly obliges; it probably helps her feel less of a lush. "Then it just so happened that I'd come back to the Weyr the night before to make arrangements with the Weyrvintner to come back for good," like she is now, "and I put on a new set of sexy undergarments and my travelling cloak and was going to ask for a ride up to his weyr to surprise him, and that's when she went up. So I waited, freezing my tits off in the bowl wearing just my cloak, the bodice and my thong, and when he came out," she'd apparently been that sure he wouldn't win, "he went off with his sharding wingleader! So I did the only thing I could. I found the nearest bottle of strong spirits and got wasted. And cried." Maybe that's the end? But no. "So there I was sitting on the floor out in the hall because I couldn't find my key and this nice man happens along and tries to help me, and asks if I'd like company because apparently his weyrmate had also gotten with someone else and he didn't have any alcohol. So of course I invited him in because I didn't want to be sad and alone, not while he was off fucking someone else, and then I came onto that poor nice, older man, who, as it turns out, is really, actually gay, but with the flight and the alcohol and-- and I slept with him." She sighs and swallows more of her drink. Telavi continues to be quite the audience for Tayte, what with the sympathetic noises and the expressions of dismay, distress, and more dismay. Drink for every time she says, 'Oh, Tayte!' "Queen flights are awful." That may still sound bitter, yes. "And after that?" Because that can't be the end, Tayte hasn't almost died yet, unless it really was that horrendous with that poor old man. "And after that H'vier came by because I forgot to pick the girls up from the nannies'," she was distracted, okay?! "And we fought, and he found out, and I made sure he knew we were over and why, and that didn't go over well, and then he came by a seven or so later, drunk and asking me to take him back. He scared Vali and K'del didn't like that, I didn't like that. I took his keys, of course. And then later he found me in Igen and I'd just found out that my birth father died and he almost got in a fight with my half-brother for me hugging him goodbye and then he was giving me a ride home, only he went to his ledge instead of the bowl and said I shouldn't be alone, and then there was kissing, and--" She drinks. Tela can fill in the blank. "I told him I'd think about getting back together, but with the new promise being that gold flights were an exception for both of us. And sometime then I must've told him the nice man's name, because he found him and punched him which explains, I think, why I got a visit from the nice man's weyrmate yesterday, and he is not someone to mess with. I've seen what he's capable of back when I was in Ista, and I'm just sharding lucky he didn't take it into his head to exact some kind of revenge on me because I could have died," and that might be the end. But she pours another drink and goes on. "And then I went up to see him, because I was scared, and I told him I would move in with him, because I thought at least then he would protect me, only then he said if I ever slept with anyone again, he'd hit me, or might," he might have said might. "And I can't tell K'del any of this because he already hates Havi and thinks it would be madness for me to move in with him, and dangerous for Yvalia, and now I think he might be right, only even after everything, I love him, and he came today and wanted to talk, and I slammed the door in his face. And I have no sharding clue what to do. I don't know if I'm safe let alone if Vali or Tavi are safe. When did the world go crazy?" She wants to know before the drink is being lifted to her lips again. "Wait, your birth father?!" but that's all Telavi can get out before she goes under the next wave of words. Her mouth might open in time to ask who the nice man is, not to mention his weyrmate, but then it just gapes and then confusion's entering her expression-- only now?-- until something else must click right in time for her to sit up, "Hit you?!" and then Tayte's going on and... and.. silently she holds her half-full glass out to Tayte. More please. Then, maybe, she'll be able to talk. "Might, he said might." Not that this really makes it much better. "Thats why I took it all back, agreeing to weyrmate him and everything. I took it back and left and that's why I slammed the door in his face. Oh, Tela. Why do I love the wrong people or the right people in the wrong way or at the wrong time?" In the meantime, Tayte obliges with a refill for Tela and then for herself. Even in extremis, Tela doesn't take a shot of this stuff... but she does gulp before she says, "I don't know. That sounds awful for you, Tayte. Oh, Tayte." She closes her eyes, gets a look like she's concentrating; then, re-opening them, "Tell me if I have this right? There's... Scary Man That You Love," no coincidence that she holds up her middle finger, "Scary Man That You Don't Love," ring finger, "Scary Man Number Two's Not-Scary Weyrmate That You Fucked," pinky, "Judgy Man," during which she shakes her pointer finger in a no-no-no; then Tela has to hold her glass between her knees so she can wiggle her other hand's fingers all at once, "Plus your daughters, the wingleader, half-brother, dead dad, and...? Is that it?" Tayte does actually have to think about it for some moments after Tela's counted it all out. "Yes." Then, "Do you suppose there's any chance the answer to this is to stay drunk forever?" Her look to her glass is whistful. "Yes?" Telavi has to quickly clarify, "Any chance, I mean, only it's probably a really, really tiny chance that's this big," and she crosses her first two fingers to illustrate, sort of like K'del and H'vier giving each other a hug except not. She looks at Tayte with big soulful eyes. "I'm worried about this hitting business, Tah. Especially since it would hurt and if he takes you anywhere and then you don't want to be there anymore you're stuck. I remember that." Tayte siiiiiiiighs in a way that requires that many i-s. "I am too." She admits of the hitting, not yet lifting her glass to her hips. "I might've," did, "said that if he'd wanted to hit someone, he should've hit me instead of ... What did you call him? Scary Man Number Two's Not-Scary Weyrmate That I Fucked? Did I mention Havi punched him?" She can't remember; maybe it's because of the booze. "But that's no excuse to threaten me if I ever fuck another man, especially after agreeing that if it happened after a gold flight, that wouldn't count." Finally, her brain might catch up with her mouth little, asking of Tela. "You mean when you were weyrmated? Was it awful to be weyrmated without a dragon of your own?" After all, Tela has experience. "Why? Why would you say a thing like that?" At least Tela manages to not say this 'Oh, Tayte!' out loud, if only because she's hand-waving-- sure, she said something like that-- and then using that hand to cover her mouth again because, "He did what?!" She shouldn't laugh. She really shouldn't laugh. Maybe she isn't, maybe that's just a sort of choke for a couple moments. "Isn't that just like H'vier? Ugh." Possibly H'vier. Possibly gold flights again. Six of one, half dozen of the other, even if the most recent of the latter had its upside. "Oh, I had Mimi then, so that made it easier at least, though it's not like she's all that reliable, you know? So it was only a really long time a couple of times. It was more before," this with a little grimace and a look to Tayte; hers is more important, hers is here and now. "Because it wasn't his fault! What man, straight, gay, or otherwise is really going to say no when there's a gold flight and an attractive, warm, eager body with his cock in their mouth?" She looks to Tela and the look is a non-verbal "Really." For a moment she's probably torn between sighing again and taking another drink. "The only thing I can figure is that Havi must have punched the nice man before the Scary Man," which must be the one she Doesn't Love because H'vier has a name now, "came to visit me because otherwise H'vier or I or both of us would probably already be dead. I'm certain he's killed for less." Then her free hand has to cover her face. "How does a nice man even get to be weyrmated to the Scary Man? How does a dragon choose him? That must be one terrifying dragon." Well, when she puts it that way... Telavi rolls her eyes; why hadn't she said so? "But still. He can hit a wall if he really wants to hit something. Not you." She'll take another drink while Tayte's busy being torn and/or talking. Then, practically-- "If the Scary Man visited you after the punching and you're not dead, then he's probably not going to. Make you dead, I mean." Is that any consolation? Especially when she underestimates certain people? "Are you even sure he's a rider? What if he's faking it?" Scary Men can do all sorts of things. "Or did the Nice Man say he was?" Because 'nice' always equates to 'truthful.' "Yes. He--" Tayte gets up, moving toward the door, and then to the side where one of her wardrobes stands. And then she shifts the small framed embroidered work that wasn't there before, revealing the fist-shaped hole in the wood. "He knows how to do that, sort of. This was when he found out I slept with someone after the flight." She lets the decoration fall back in place and leans against the wardrobe to sip her drink. At least now she's sipping. "I hope you're right. But as I recall he's a somewhat unpredictable Scary Man, so..." She shrugs, "He gave a wing that really does exist, but I guess that could be a lie, too. I haven't spoken to the Nice Man since, but I'll have to apologize, at least for what H'vier did." Stupid H'vier. A sigh. It was the obvious next step what with having sipped the booze already. She'll sip, but before that Telavi downs hers, now that she's followed Tayte over to look. Then, she can't help it, Tela reaches through the hole and wiggles her fingers on the other side as though to prove it wasn't merely painted on. "He did that?" She sounds impressed before she remembers and adds hastily, "Not that he should! Your poor furniture. I'm just glad it wasn't you." A deep breath later, she's holding the glass where she can delicately lick its inner rim as though to secure one more drop; maybe that degree of a. Stepping back, giving Tayte more room, "Ugh." It's sympathetic. "H'vier should apologize for himself, though. And are you sure about not telling K'del? He might say 'I told you so,' but is that worse than being dead?" "So am I. I mean, it's not like I don't know how to fight, but he was a prize fighter for Faranth's sake. If he wanted me unconscious or uglied up, he sure as shards knows how to do it." Tayte's eyes followed Telavi throughout the inspection of course. "I can't tell K'del. He's worried for me, sure, but especially for Vali. I don't think H'vier would ever harm her, even if he did scare her when he showed up drunk at the Hall. But what if--" She bites her lower lip and then manages to whisper to Telavi, "What if I decide I still want to be with him? In spite of everything, K'del will just disown me. And I don't think he'd ever try to take Vali from me, but if he thinks I'm putting her in danger because of who I love..." Then she sighs. "Why couldn't I have just met a nice goldrider to have children with?" It is a change, Tayte going from envying Ali to envying K'del. Nevermind the anatomical issues of child creation inherent in that idea. "Uglied up," Telavi breathes. Is that worse than unconscious? "Oh, Tayte. I didn't even think of that, or about Vali and him," K'del, "thinking she'd be in danger and taking her... but he scared her," H'vier did, "I hope you're right. This sounds awful, just awful." A blink and a still-worried smile at Tayte's last remark don't stop her from first asking, "But you'll keep the door locked, won't you? And maybe Vali can visit K'del more," never mind that he's probably busy, "and someone can walk you to your room and things, just in case? If it were a ground weyr room with a bath and a big toothy watchdragon," because the gold wouldn't have anything better to do than to sit around and watch, "that would be nicer, but in the meantime!" "I will keep it locked," there's promise in Tayte's voice, even if she doesn't say it aloud. "But if the Scary Man wants to get in, he can. I didn't unlock the door for him when he was here." That's related somberly. "Vali could spend more time with K'del, and I'm sure she will, but that's practically the same thing as if he tried to take her to keep her safe, it's just me giving her to him to keep her safe instead. Which, I know safe is the most important thing, and I'll do it. But it just ruins me inside to think of letting her go anymore than I already have." That's said with such conviction, there can be no doubt that she's not exaggerating. "I thought of asking K'del if we could stay with him a while, give some excuse about re-doing the room now that Tavi's getting older, but he's the Weyrleader now. And Ali's down south. And the last thing she needs to have come to her in rumor is how I'm coming in and out of his weyr with my 'happy little family,' even if he explains it to her. I don't want that rumor on him anyway. He'll be fending them off with a stick again if they think they stand a chance of making it into his bed." She looks at her glass, empty now, but she doesn't move to refill it. Telavi can't do anything about the the K'del-and-Vali issue, that's for certain, except to nod a few times and hopefully help Tayte feel like she's heard; color's in her cheeks when she says emphatically, "They should respect the two of them, even if they aren't living in the same place, even if he is Weyrleader." And thus entitled to all the free-range booty he can manage? But what she can do is make up for her silenced worry regarding Tayte and the uninvited guest, a little; "But for the locks... even if the Scary Man can get through them, he can't walk through walls, can he? What about bracing the back of a chair under the handle, or putting a wedge in, or something? And whoever walks with you could go in with you and look around," as though Scary Man wouldn't be able to take both of them. "Other people would have more ideas but just... think about it? About what you could do?" A simple nod reinforces her agreement about Ali and K'del. "He was waiting for me." Does a chair or a wedge help if the danger already let himself in? "And I'm not sure a wedge would do, except maybe at night after we're all in bed, but my work hours are so varied," between the vintners and the bar, "I'm not sure it would do any good. But I could work something out with Vali. Some kind of code, you know? To have her take Tavi and go to K'del's without me having to explain it at the time? That could at least get them to safety, right?" She really needs Tela to say 'right!' "Brrr," Tela says with a shudder, and if a chair or a wedge wouldn't help then, that's what the escort would be for. But she also says, "Right. I like that!" No question about whether Vali would remember; she might guess that whatever else Tayte needs, it isn't that. Impulsively, she offers Tayte a hug before stepping back. "It will work out, I know it will, and then we'll all look back and... maybe not laugh, but... then again, maybe we will." Or at least not cry. |
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