Logs:Sick Squabbles
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| RL Date: 26 July, 2014 |
| Who: G'laer, Oliwer |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: G'laer was sick but wants to go back to work; turns out Oliwer doesn't like what's so important to G'laer about going back to work. |
| Where: Bookworm's Paradise Weyr (G'laer & Oliwer's), High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 11, Month 5, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Jadzia/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Angst and fluff and mushiness. Much talk of an altcestuous nature. Back-dated. |
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| It was probably a dumb idea; to volunteer his free time with the weyrlings, to continue on with duties as a wingrider in Alpine, but he'd wanted to make the career change, and proving himself to Quinlys was the way to do it. So he did it. Barely ever home, he ran himself ragged trying to do well with both and improve himself and his lifemate through study and practice. It was no wonder when G'laer woke shivering from fever next to his weyrmate. Given G'laer's general aversion to going to the infirmary, it's likely that he would have just carried on if left to his own devices. But he wasn't; his weyrmate happens to be a healer, which meant that as symptoms of flu started to ravage him, Oliwer gave Teisyth strict instructions to keep him in the weyr. As ever, it was two against one. After about five days, the fever broke and G'laer was regularly able to keep down simple foods, but still he was confined (a term used loosely because G'laer does what G'laer wants, mostly) to his bed by his healer. After Oliwer returned from his shift in the infirmary that day, the argument (had several times while feverish) began anew, "I need to get back to work, Oli." Nevermind that G'laer still looks pale. Has only had sponge baths for days now. Has yet to be on his feet for more than thirty or so minutes at a time. Oliwer is not generally the sort of man that puts his foot down about a lot of things. But the health of the man he loves? Well, that's something he can be very firm about, indeed. "You aren't going to do anyone any good like this, G'laer. If you want to get back to work, you'll lay down and let your body recover." And he means it. "It's certainly not setting a good example for the weyrlings to be pushing yourself when you aren't well." "They probably need me." Not that G'laer really cares about their needs, but Oli is a people person, it's an argument that might work were it not for the word probably. "I'm sure I can work. I've worked through worse." That may be true, but certainly not since he met Oliwer. "They need you in good health." And that's Oliwer's final answer! He goes about making tea, as much for him as for the greenrider, but as he does so, he asks, "What's so important about getting back to work, anyway? This is the most I've seen you since the Hatching." It hasn't all been especially pleasant, but better than never seeing his weyrmate. "I don't know. They don't really want us there. But Jadzia threatened Quinlys, and it's sort of my fault she's there, and I should've probably told Quinlys that Jadzia has issues with authority. It's why I had her kicked out of the guard. And--" He's sick, and rambly. They definitely don't need him like this. "No, Teisyth, you are doing well." This is an interruption to G'laer's primary train of thought which was answering Oliwer's question, and normally he doesn't talk aloud to Teisyth, but now... well, he's sick. When G'laer starts talking about the Cromese girl, Oliwer goes mostly silent. This is more or less how he's dealt with her being brought up since she Impressed and they started having more of a working relationship. Easier that than admitting he has some issues with it. But he can't be completely silent now. "Nothing she does is your fault and you're under no obligation to her now that she's gotten what she wanted." Because that's what candidates want right? To Impress? Well, she got that. G'laer rolls ungracefully on the bed so he can see the healer better. His brows are knitting in deep thought. There's something here... Give him a minute... "You..." Yes? "...don't like that I'm working with her?" It's asked haltingly; Sick G'laer is nowhere near Healthy G'laer's level of observation, and Busy G'laer must have been too busy to recognize the silences for what they were. "Oh, was I supposed to like it, G'laer?" That's certainly news to Oliwer, who definitely doesn't tend to take that tone of voice with anyone, much less his weyrmate. "Of course I don't like you working with a girl like that. She's already managed to get her hands all over you. And you feel responsible for her." Never mind that she's half his age and he's rather insecure about measuring up to younger generations where G'laer is concerned. "What kind of tea do you want?" "I don't want tea." G'laer is frowning now, staring at the healer. "You wanted me to be an assistant weyrlingmaster because it's safe." He's pushing himself up now to a seated position and swinging his legs off the bed. "Now you don't like it because she happens to be a weyrling?" Because he Searched her; brought her here, to their home. "It's not you being an assistant weyrlingmaster that I have a problem with. I think it's good for you," says Oliwer while he pours his own tea. "Stay in bed," he adds firmly with a glance back toward the greenrider. "It's not just that she's a weyrling, either. It's that you bring her up. And that you'd have slept with her any number of times already if not for Teisyth." G'laer Does What He Wants! In this case, it's to petulantly get to his feet. "Twice, Oli. And I didn't sleep with her plenty of other times before Teisyth." Because saying that will surely help matters. "And I'm never without Teisyth now, am I? And she's a weyrling anyway. It'll be months before--" The greenrider breaks off in a growl, "Not that it matters anyway because I'm with you." Annoyed? Yes. Unsteady on his feet? A bit. "And if she can't convince you to stop next time?" Because, as far as Oliwer is concerned, there will be next times. There's been plenty of last times! G'laer just said so! "Right. Of course. It will be months before the girl with authority problems tries to get into your pants again." That makes him feel much better. "Maybe she'll try to get in Quinlys' pants instead!" G'laer is exasperated as he starts moving... toward the ledge? Yes, the ledge. "It probably doesn't matter anyway. We'll quit. They don't want us anyway." There anger there now, but not at Oliwer. "Let's hope that she does," says Oliwer in regards to Quinlys' pants. He doesn't care about those pants in the least. But he does care about G'laer heading toward the ledge. He sets his tea down and follows. "Where are you going? You should be in bed. Teisyth, he's not well enough to go anywhere." He's becoming entirely too accustomed with expecting the green to be on his side. "No, I've tried to explain." This might sound like he's talking to Oliwer at first, but Teisyth, who's still curled in her wallow that's not quite to the ledge, rumbles in answer. "No. He doesn't believe me." Whirling blue green eyes turn toward Oliwer and she sighs. Then there's a snort in his direction. "No, I've said that too." G'laer turns back to look at the healer now, though he's still addressing the dragon. "Reminding him that I love him doesn't matter. Maybe I ought to go sleep with some other woman so he stops worrying about Jadzia." That sounds like a stellar idea, right? That does earn him a thump from Teisyth's hooked tail at least. "Brilliant plan. Why don't you just go sleep with all of the women!" Yes, Oliwer has been trying to parse this one-sided conversation, but that's the part that makes him speak up. "I mean, I know you love me, so what does it matter who else you have sex with?" Maybe he should leave this sort of backwards talking to when G'laer is feeling better, but he's not. He does leave it at that, anyway, turning to go back inside to where he left his tea by his chair. "Shardit, man," G'laer is grabbing Oliwer's arm, intent on yanking him back to face him, to end up in the confines of his arms, "I love you." He emphasizes it as though it didn't quite make itself understood before. "I don't want to have sex with anyone else. I'd skip Teisyth's sharding flights if I could," and not only because every flight experience he's had has sucked. Oliwer looks kind of angry by the way G'laer grabs his arm to pull him back. Given the greenrider's current state, he could probably pull away if he really wanted to, though. Maybe. And he doesn't. Instead he looks up G'laer, trying to decide if he's cross or not. "Would you tell me if you did want to?" "Why would I ever want to? I mean, goldflights, you know what those do, but that doesn't mean you really want to. It's just stupid lust. And the other time was when you'd left me." Because of awful things G'laer did; but that bit's not relevant right now. G'laer's arms tighten and he presses his face against Oliwer's neck. "I want you. Only you. For the rest of my life." Which doesn't answer the question, but maybe G'laer thinks this answer is better. Well, it could certainly be worse! And they're such nice words. "I'm sorry, Gal. I love you." He only stands there for a moment, enjoying being in the greenrider's arms, then says, "Will you go back to bed now?" "Will you make me?" G'laer queries as he pulls back enough to look down at the healer. Meanwhile, there's a happy rumble from their audience of one. The look Oliwer gives G'laer suggests that he knows perfectly well there's very little he can do to make the greenrider do anything. "Your healer insists that you go back to bed and get some rest. But your weyrmate would very much like to help you with that." He draws back, letting his hands slide down to G'laer's so he can try guiding him along with him. "Three against one." G'laer grumbles, though it probably is in good humor as he follows along, letting himself be guided back to where Oliwer wants him. Oliwer takes G'laer back to their bed and gets him settled in as comfortably as possible. Once the healer is satisfied, though, it's the weyrmate's turn. He won't, of course, do anything the healer would frown at. |
Comments
Ghena on 01:04, 5 August 2014 said...
So much mush. It's nice to know the dunderhead has someone who can handle him.
OOC: This is an adorable read.
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