Logs:So Sweet
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| RL Date: 24 January, 2009 |
| Who: K'del, P'ax |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: K'del rescues P'ax from his loneliness, while Yyth tests her control over Cadejoth. |
| Where: Star Stones, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 1, Month 11, Turn 18 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Milani/Mentions, Rascela/Mentions, T'mic2/Mentions, Tiriana/Mentions |
| The blackness between the night and Yyth's mind is one and the same. Too many black-backed birds with their wings spread to block out even a sliver of moon, many feathers rustling and flapping as they force their way through an opening too small and tight to fit. « Cadejoth... » the name is a sigh, a purr, a breath, an acknowledgement, a plea, a /command/ from a high female voice that promises more things that it has a right to offer. (Yyth to Cadejoth) Into the darkness, Cadejoth's presence emerges. He is not, all things said and done, a creature of the night, but this is Yyth's blackness, and he respects it (her?), his presence marked only be a shimmer of silver, a flicker in the dark. « What is it, Yyth? Something exciting? » (Cadejoth to Yyth) To Cadejoth, Yyth lets him have his moonlight, lighting it and putting it in this black wasteland just for him. Distantly the throbbing pulse of her ever present heart picks up. « I'm not exciting enough? » she wonders lightly, curiously. « I thought you might like to share my company for a time. » And something else, a flicker of loneliness that may not be entirely hers, if it is at all, goes unacknowledged in the background. To Yyth, Cadejoth is more comfortable, with his moonlight, which adds a sort of ghostly glow - eerie, but strangely beautiful. « Of course you are, » he appeases, as eager as ever to make friends, be liked. Idly, he amplifies that loneliness that might not be hers, turning it into a soul-rending howl echoing in the distance, as he agrees, « I never mind sharing your company, Yyth. » To Cadejoth, Yyth is more than happy to allow him this glimmer. « Of course. » As if she'd never doubted for a moment - likely, she didn't. When he draws the lonliness to the forefront, she is forced to acknowledge it with a reluctant sigh, a gust of wind that brushes through the feathers of wings. « Mine. » And there is no concern, just annoyance at his weakness. « We are watching the moons rise on the Star Stones. If you are interested. » To Yyth, Cadejoth notes that reluctance, as sure as he noted the loneliness to begin with, drawing up an echo of P'ax in the mental darkness of their shared connection, a gesture intended more as a guide to thoughtfulness than anything else. « We'll come. » P'ax is sitting in between Yyth's paws on the star stones, his knees folded towards his chest and his arms wrapped loosely around them. His head is upturned, though he stares out over the distance more so than the stars. Yyth is watching for Cadejoth's shadow against the stars. « Hello, » she greets, her piercing tone full of her glee at his arrival. Cadejoth makes a very tidy landing onto the ledge a short distance from Yyth, greeting the green with a verbal fluted warble, and a mental touch that is definitely less invasive than Yyth's piercing glee. « We came. » If that weren't already obvious, of course. K'del slings down his shoulder, climbing over one forelimb to lean up against Cadejoth's side, considering P'ax. "Yyth said you were lonely." One side of P'ax's mouth tugs downward more than normal. "I'm sure she said no such thing. Lonliness isn't an emotion she understands, or feels." His thick eyebrows draw together. "What, do you suddenly care?" There's hostility there, yes, but confusion and something else that doesn't have a name just yet. Yyth, unconcerned with her rider's position, shifts more towards Cadejoth, eager to fit herself under his wing. « Of course you did. You're such a good boy. » As if obedience and eagerness to please were her sole definition of 'good' in this instance. "She /implied/ it," K'del amends. "Cadejoth was very definite in that. He shared." He crosses his arms, staring more openly, now. His jacket is barely on properly, unbuttoned, his shirt is not much better. "Don't be like that. Course I care. Came, didn't I?" Cadejoth is more than willing to extend his wing to shelter the green, reaching his head towards hers to nuzzle at it contentedly. « Of course I am. I wouldn't want to disappoint you! And K'del was worried. » /That/ is said more quietly, half as though he's not sure he should admit that. P'ax turns his head properly now to see the bronzerider. "I can't figure you out," he admits at length, resting his elbow on one knee and brushing his fingers roughly through his hair. It's a lazy move, as his hand never drops, instead staying splayed across his head for support, heel of his hand against his temple. "Glad you did..." he finally admits, like it might pain him to be glad about anything. Yyth returns the nuzzling with a satisfied rumble, her talons scraping rock like a content cat kneads a pillow. « Ever such a gentleman, you. » As an afterthought she tacks on, « -and yours. » "What's there to figure?" K'del wants to know, lifting his eyebrows to echo the question. "Just me." He relaxes into Cadejoth's side, head tilted back, wrapping arms more closely about his body. "There. Knew you would be. No one likes being lonely. Though... coming up here? Not really the best cure of being lonely, I would've thought." « Yes! » enthuses the bronze, pleased with this descriptor, huffing warm breath in Yyth's direction. « He is. He cares. » P'ax closes his eyes for a moment, as if looking for patience. "Lots to figure. You're... not what I expect. You never behave how I'd expect. It frustrates me." His hand drops to his knee again, his jaw tightening. "Not the kind of lonely that demands a room full of noise and people." Yyth lets her tail curl around Cadejoth's haunch, sliding down to find his own tail finally. « They're positively absurd. » This only seems to confuse K'del, whose mouth curls up into a thoughtful frown, his gaze narrowing. "/Thought/ we'd become friends. Friends care about each other. How come that doesn't make sense?" He does seem to understand, at least a little better, the rest of what the other weyrling says. "Ah, know that. Something bring this on in particular?" Cadejoth's tail, ever in motion, reaches up to claim Yyth's, tangling with hers like a writhing snake. « Are they? K'del worries about yours. And then worries about the worry, because he doesn't want to send the wrong message. » P'ax scratches lazily at his thigh. "I had hoped we had, but... I wasn't sure." His smile is hesitant when it comes. "I guess it does, if we're friends." He gestures to the ground. "Not much, but have a seat?" His legs stretch out in front of him, though not fully extending. "I'm not sure, completely. Changing expectations. My own company used to be enough. Well, not enough, but I never understood what I was missing so I didn't long for it. Now... you get so used to having people around, the down time gets harder to handle." Yyth takes a bit of delight in the idea that she might be able to wedge between these two men. « The wrong message? » she lingers on the idea. « As in... K'del might somehow suggest his is... interested. » Uh oh. K'del's smile is much less hesitant - brilliant, even, in a lazy, contented kind of way. "Thought so." He considers a moment more before accepting the offer, shifting into a seated position not far from the other rider, though the stone is distinctly freezing under-bottom. His hands disappear into his pockets, warming up as best they can. "Ah. Mmm. That's the curse of it. Don't know what you're missing, until you do, and then it's hard. /Can/ talk to me. Or Raz. Or Milani, probably." Cadejoth's reaction to Yyth's delight is to withdraw. « No. » P'ax returns the smile in full now, unable to hold onto a reserved expression with such a smile on K'del's face. "I know. No clue what to say most of the time though. You know I'm no good with talking to people." Yyth ponders this some more, hardly noticing or caring that Cadejoth has withdrawn at first. Coming out of her revery, she slides closer, seductively touching his mind with slow strokes of sharp talons. "'Hey, want to hang out?' usually works." It's not /quite/ a chide, but K'del's amused expression makes it almost seem more like one, if light-heartedly said. "Doesn't always have to involve talking, much. Do your own thing, but around other people, you know?" He draws his knees up towards his chest, wrapping his arms about them in turn, and stares off into the distance, out over the weyr. Cadejoth, however, withholds himself from her touch, keeping his distance. « Don't make trouble, Yyth. Or I won't play with you. » P'ax chuckles limply, his chin jutting out to rest on his knee. "I'll try it." He glances at K'del from the corner of his eye, his fingers flexing and then clenching against his shin. "So, actually, there was something I wanted to ask you about." « Yes you will, » Yyth says confidently. « I will behave. » K'del's own chin sinks towards his knee, an unconscious mimicry of P'ax's gesture, but it pauses, as his head turns to consider P'ax outright in surprise. "What's that, then?" he wants to know, tone easy. « As long as you do, I will, » Cadejoth tells the green, firmly, though with affection. "T'mic's idea. He thinks Yyth might make more of an effort to land nicely if she sees it will get her attention. I figured it would have to be males she cares about for it to work the best. Cadejoth'd be one." Yyth patiently continues to caress, her tone light. « Good. Relax, Cadejoth. I am your favorite. » K'del's brows raise slightly at mention of 'T'mic', but he listens with interest to the idea, his lips pursing in consideration. "So you want Cadejoth to-- hm." Slowly, he begins to nod. "Could work. Could /try/, anyway. I'll see what I can do." It's not a promise, but the way he's nodding seems to indicate that he /will/ try. « Am I yours? » It's a sudden thought from the bronze, his tail twitching free. P'ax nods his head a few times. "See, he thought... if a green came and landed properly, and got all sorts of attention for it, and then she landed after and got none, she might catch on and land the right way. I hope it works. My back's going to need realignment if this keeps up." Yyth huffs in irritation, trying to reclaim his tail. « Stop that. » "Like it Cadejoth wanted to learn off another green, how to make his landings more perfect," muses K'del, having listened intently. "Yeah. Hope it works, too. She just looks... awkward. Uncomfortable. It really can't be good for you, but I suppose she doesn't think about it in that way." Cadejoth, for the moment, seems content to let Yyth huff - for some reason, tonight, he's in an exceptionally impatient mood. « Answer the question, then! » P'ax conceeds with a single-shouldered-shrug. "Yeah, she never really considers what sort of attention she gets, as long as she gets it." Yyth allows the darkness to press on him, anger boiling like hot oil. She seems conflicted, unwilling to admit a significant preference for the bronze, but also unwilling to lose him just yet. Finally, unhappily, « Yes. » K'del's head shakes slightly, as he tilts his head back to consider the green, catching, in that glance, Cadejoth's pulled-free tail, his wing released. His lips twitch, just slightly, in amusement, as he turns his attention back to P'ax. "She's weird. So you've been talking to T'mic?" As soon as Yyth makes her answer, Cadejoth's tail slinks back in around hers, and his wing drops back towards her, to shelter her from the winds. « Good! It's much better, if we both like each other best. » P'ax nods his head a few times. "She is," he agrees. "Yeah, I guess I have." He blushes a little. "Just talking." In case K'del gets a different idea. Yyth sighs, a little stiffer now, a little reluctant to relax. « I don't see why it matters. I thought you didn't care. » K'del's lips curve into a grin at that blush, though the remark that follows is easy enough. "Pity. Would've thought - from what I hear - that he might be right up your alley." Pause. He looks away, hesitant. Innuendo not, perhaps, intended. "Still. Can't hurt. And you need more people to talk to." Cadejoth blows light bubbles towards the green, mentally, affectionate again. « It just doesn't seem quite fair, if you tell me that you're my favourite, but I'm not yours. Or do you only like me because I like you? » P'ax laughs a little, nervously. "I don't think he'll touch me until I'm graduated. Think he's afraid I'daur will hunt him down or something. Or maybe it's just an excuse because he's not interested." He thinks this is more likely by the look on his face. "You know... someone's not my type just because they like men." And for a moment his eyes are very intense on K'del before they hastily move away. « Nothing's fair, » Yyth points out. « Will you fight for me, Cadejoth? » She asks now, breathlessly, something stirring recklessly inside of her. "That's what a lot of people say," says K'del, frowning thoughtfully. "The graduated bit, not the rest. Milani was a bit worried about that, I think. But she got over it." For the rest, he shakes his head, giving P'ax quite a Look. "Maybe not. But-- /do/ you have a type? And, more to the point, I bet he'd be willing to do it once, for the service of deflowering, even if he wasn't otherwise that interested." He'll meet the other boy's eyes while they stay, and follow after them as they move away, thoughtful. Cadejoth's response is questioning - then, an image of Yyth, flying, chased by a pack of males. If /that/ is what she means, then the answer is: « Of course. Long and hard. Until I win you. » P'ax is silent for awhile. "Deflowering." His laugh is short, sharp, hard. "You make it sound so lovely, being a virgin." He captures his lower lip in between his teeth. "I /do/, actually," he says dryly, and when K'del meets his eyes, his breath stutters, stops, picks up again when he breaks contact. "What are you thinking?" Yyth presses on him, her voice drawing out and becoming syllibant. « But will you /fight/. » There is a sense that Yyth will accept no suitor who isn't willing to shed the blood of his rivals to be with her, and doubt that kind-hearted Cadejoth would go this far. K'del's laugh is lighter. "An unplucked blossom, waiting to be picked." There's dry amusement, deep in his tone. "And does T'mic fit your type?" For a single moment, as P'ax's breath stutters, he hesitates, uncertain, almost outright /worried/. "Thinking? No, nothing. Why?" « Why should I fight? I don't like it. It's not very nice, to do that, Yyth. I wish everyone could just get along. » P'ax has to think about it for awhile. "I wish he was younger, but he's not bad looking for an older man. I have a feeling I'd feel woefully unexperienced. I did.. with..." He trails off, unable to say her name. Instead, he pinches the bridge of his nose in between his eyes as if his head suddenly hurts. "Just wondered..." he answers reluctantly, picking up a loose rock and launching it off the side, following it's arc through the air towards the Bowl. Yyth is patient, but only so patient. « I am what I am, Cadejoth. To the victor goes the spoils. Only one can have me, and he must be the strongest, want me the most. The one worthy of me. » K'del's mouth makes the motions of 'older man', but he doesn't put sound to it, and laughs, instead. "Thirty-something is an older man? Older than us, though, I guess. Reckon it's better to learn from someone who has the experience. He wouldn't expect you to know everything." He doesn't seem convinced by P'ax's trailed off answer, and gives him a meaningful glance, though he doesn't otherwise press. Then: "Could kill someone, doing that." Throwing rocks, presumably. Cadejoth, meanwhile, considers Yyth's comment thoughtfully, finally noting, « But that does not have to mean bloodshed. I won't fight, not even for you. » For once, he stands firm. P'ax shrugs his shoulders limply. "It's twice as old as us. Yes, probably better, just... I don't know. I don't know everything, I barely know /anything/. Basics. Theory." And then he blushes. "You don't actually want to talk about this." Not a question. "Maybe. It'd make Yyth happy." His eyes shift towards said green, who is definitely not happy. It's like a thread has been cut, like the night abruptly ended. The moon blazes as the darkness retreats. « Then I must not be your favorite. » An iron door swings shut, and perhaps even P'ax hears it because he jumps, startled, his mouth slightly agape, still staring at the two dragons. K'del allows this - yes, it /is/ twice as old as they are. Still, the idea doesn't seem to phase him much. "You'll learn," is what he says for the rest, and there's a half tilt of his head in admission that no, in fact, he probably /doesn't/ really want to talk about this. Yyth's happiness - or not - doesn't seem to make much of a difference to him, but as P'ax's gaze shifts towards her, his own slides back to Cadejoth, who lets out a mental howl that, no doubt, his rider can hear as well as his would-be paramour. Cadejoth's chains slink about the edges of that iron door, exploring a way in, testing, hoping. His head droops, and this time, he lets free a physical sound very similar to that mental howl. "Faranth." P'ax's mouth tugs unhappily to the side. His mouth opens, no doubt to frame another question, when all of this howling starts happening. Yyth lifts her head, opening her throat to scream with Cadejoth's howl. "You can say that again..." P'ax mumbles, his eyebrows folding over the bridge of his nose in a rare show of anger. "Yyth, you wherry. Apologize!" Despite his command, Yyth only lets the door open a crack, just enough to ask curiously, « But you /will/ fight for me.... if you don't have to hurt anyone? » K'del promptly covers his ears with his hands, glancing at P'ax with slack-jawed surprise and more than a little discomfort. And then there's the anger, from the other weyrling, and that just makes it worse. He says - for once - absolutely nothing. Cadejoth slinks his tiniest chain in through the door, letting it curl in, rummage around for Yyth's-- toes? Something. « I'd rather not fight, » he tells her, plainly, in a voice seeped with unhappiness. « But I /will/ chase you, to make you, even for a little while, mine. » P'ax is used to Yyth and her noise, he barely flinches, just shrugging to K'del and mouthing an apology. He shifts his weight uncomfortably, looking away from him, out at the stars again. Yyth watches him with one eye, wedge-shaped head cocked in his direction. Her tail battering against the stone, throwing loose gravel around, she huffs, extending her wings only as much as his proximity allows. « This pleases me. » K'del's head shakes, a silent response to the apology - it's fine, the gesture seems to indicate. His gaze slides back to Cadejoth, who has drawn himself up, tail held above the ground, his wings extended, though he doesn't look as though he intends to take flight. Just -- posing? « Good, » he tells the green, relief spilling through his thoughts. « I don't like it when you shut me out. » With some semblence of normality returned between green and bronze, P'ax nods his head and takes a deep breath. "Why's it so easy for you, anyways? People." Yyth takes the time to admire Cadejoth properly, crooning to him. « I don't like it when you don't do what I want. » K'del has reached out a hand to rest on Cadejoth's forelimb, mittened hand pressed flat against the warm hide in a gesture that must be intended as soothing. For one, for both? "Always has been," he answers, without turning his head to look at P'ax. "Couldn't say, really. Guess it's just the way I am." Cadejoth's tone, now that the incident is over, verges on the chiding, his head turning so he can look straight at Yyth, eyes meeting eyes. « Not your toy, Yyth! Got opinions of my own. » P'ax accepts this and nods his head. "It's a good skill, you're lucky." And that's all he has for that one. He lapses into silence, simply looking at K'del while he isn't looking. Yyth pouts a little. « Of course you are. Everyone is my toy. » Soft as a feather brush, she seeks to set her claws into his chains. « I won't make you do anything you don't want to do. » "Certainly think I am, yeah," agrees K'del, in a manner that might be construed as unsympathetic; certainly, he doesn't so much as glance at P'ax again, nor add in any consoling remark. The silence, post that remark, lasts an uncomfortably long time, before K'del adds, "Seven sevendays until they turn one. And Milly, too." « I'm not your toy, » repeats Cadejoth, softly, not trying to provoke another argument, but stating his case all the same. « I'll do all kinds of things for you, but not everything. I make my own mind up. » P'ax just continues to study K'del. The break of the silence brings a rapid blinking as he struggles to master what he's said and reply. "Yeah. Not too long. I didn't know it was almost Millie's Turnday." He picks up another rock, turning it over in his hand. "Is that good, or bad, them turning one?" He glances over at Cadejoth and swallows. "He'll start chasing soon." Yyth gives his chains an experimental tug, leaning in to rub her muzzle against his long neck. « Of course you do, » she sooths, her nature warring with itself as she battles the urge to fan a fight and hold onto him for her own purposes. The second wins out, clearly, because she becomes warm, sweet blood again. « You're a good boy, Cadejoth. » "Bout the same time as they hatched, her last one, yeah," says K'del. "Found that out later - figure I should remember it, this time. Guess..." he breaks off to consider, staring out over the weyr spread in front of them. "Them turning one, that's about when they might start thinking of tapping us, isn't it? Ready to not be a weyrling, now. Not really concerned about him chasing, except that I'd rather he start doing it already, instead of just wishing he was." Cadejoth's chains resist an initial tug, but her soothing calms his spirit, and he turns his own muzzle against hers, their necks almost twining in the gesture. « And you're lovely, Yyth. » P'ax nods and chews his lower lip. "Think I'll have to find something suitable to get her for a gift then." He slides a finger down the bridge of his own nose, letting it rest on the tip for a moment before falling away. "Yeah, that's about when, I suppose. Don't see how it'll be much different. More drills, just with a different Wingleader. No more elevator duty though, that'll be nice." Not that he has a problem, nobody ever wants to ride with Yyth. Said green nips oh-so-gently at Cadejoth in a strange parody of human kissing, her own twisted display of affection. « Oh, you're so sweet to say so. I am, aren't I? » Her mind flushes red in pleasure. "Me, too. Not sure /what/, but I'll think of something." K'del digs his hands back into his pockets, the one resting on Cadejoth finally drawing away, now that the bronze is settled again. "Mm - it's more the, I guess, /principle/ of the matter. Being just another rider, not a weyrling. Part of a proper wing. Being /finished/." Cadejoth, no doubt well used to Yyth's nips, huffs warm breath at her in response, pleased with her reaction. « You are. » This, at least, is the honest truth - to him, anyway. « Though that makes it less sweet, and more just /the truth/, right? » P'ax nods his head a few times. "That's true. It does have it's appeal, at least outranking someone. It's frustrating when even the apprentices can order you around." His boots scrape against the stone as they slide out. "Got any plans to celebrate, then?" Yyth is content to stay wrapped up with the bronze now that they are reconcilled and he's giving her pretty compliments. « Of course not, the truth can be just as flattering, more flattering than a lie. » But she wouldn't care either way. K'del straightens his posture, possibly without even noticing he's doing so, and grins. "Yeah, exactly, right? Should be good, when one of the queens rises again, and then there'll be more candidates, and then more weyrlings, and we won't be the youngest anymore. Hate being the lowest of the low. No, no plans. Not yet, anyway." There's time, after all. « Can it? » Cadejoth mulls this over, thoughts dancing with electric current. « I suppose. But people should know the truth, speak the truth. So that shouldn't be flattery - just truth! » But he'll accept what she says, nonetheless. P'ax chuckles under his breath. "Yeah, well, there will still be some candidates older than us," he points out. "Likely will be for another clutch or two, at least." He adjusts the brim of his cap in a nervous habit. "Think one will rise soon?" A gold. « Sometimes, Cadejoth, girls don't want the truth, » Yyth says helpfully. « Sometimes it's not nice to tell a lady she looks like the back end of a herdbeast. Even if it's true. » K'del waves a hand airily, as though this little thing called age makes no difference whatsoever - at least to him. "But we'll outrank them. Have more experience than them, even once they're riders." As for the golds, he cranes his neck, seeking out the ledges belonging to the weyr's queens, and shrugs. "Thought I heard that Teonath was due, ages back. But that never happened. Iovniath's got to be due to go up, soon, I would've thought. Three turns, and no flight yet. So - bet it won't be much longer, either way." Cadejoth is clearly unconvinced, and, more to the point, utterly baffled by this logic. « Really? But-- I mean, I know I'm a bit funny looking, at least to some people. But I don't mind people saying so, because it's true. » P'ax agrees with a noise in his throat. "Point. Alright, we'll have more experience." He follows K'del's gaze. "Really, she's never risen? Isn't three... old to not have risen yet?" His eyebrows draw down and he glances at Yyth, but what he's thinking goes unspoken there. "Well. It will happen. That'll be something. Never seen a goldflight." Yyth sighs, trying to be patient. « /You/ aren't a lady, Cadejoth. And nonesense, you're a fine, strong bronze. Anyone who told me I wasn't the most lovely green in the Weyr would surely be blind. » Or looking for a fight. K'del's gaze is still affixed on those ledges, though no one there is stirring, as if willing something to happen. "I would've thought so. May be wrong, don't really know what golds are like, but would've thought two turns was more likely. And didn't that Weyrwoman at Fort-- she Impressed /after/ Tiriana did, I think, but her queen rose ages and ages ago. So." There's sort of a sense of satisfaction to his words, as if he's quite pleased that Iovniath is proving herself to be at least partially defective. "Neither. Guess I might even see it from the other side, you know? Chasing." « Of course they would be, » agrees Cadejoth, eager to add his adoration to the green, one more time. « But no, I'm not a lady. That's the difference, is it? Right. I get it. » P'ax reaches out slowly, hesitantly, to touch K'del's shoulder. "You're really so eager to have him chase?" And he chuckles darkly. "Wouldn't that be an irony, if Tiriana's queen was infertile. Telgar trading for a dud." Yes, he likes that. Yyth rumbles. « Yes, that's the difference. » K'del's head turns, as P'ax's hand rests upon his shoulder, but he doesn't shift away from the gesture. Still, his expression is surprised. "Sure," he says, shrugging. "Doesn't bother me, one way or another." It's an outright smirk that responds to the second comment the other weyrling makes. "Yes. Would serve her right, too, the bitch." « I get it, now! Girls are kind of strange. But not you - I like you. » P'ax's hand lingers for a few moments longer before dropping away, his eyes averting. "I'll keep that in mind." And then he's laughing again and nodding. "She is a little unpleasant. But she mostly leaves me alone, so I don't really have a problem with her." « Of course you do, » Yyth agrees with assurance. « And we aren't /strange/, we just follow our own set of rules. » "What, that it doesn't bother me one way or another?" There's a moment of hesitation after that, as if K'del is deciding whether to say something more or not, but he evidently decides on not, because he just laughs, and comments, instead, "She really is. /Very/ unpleasant. I think I just know how to hit her buttons, though most of the time, I avoid her. Wouldn't mind Cadejoth catching, though, because that'd piss her off enormously." The concept of females /not/ actually being strange is distinctly foreign to Cadejoth, who muses over this for a good long time before he responds. « Your rules are weird, though. But I like you anyway. » P'ax catches the hesitation and catches his lip between his teeth. "Well, with some exceptions." And then he snorts. "Because it would piss her off. That's tremendous, I like it. I'm not sure if that's the purest or most impure reason I've ever heard for wanting to win a flight." Yyth lets him muse, her tail tip twitching happily. « You'd better, » her tone is teasingly threatening. « How couldn't you? » And for that, K'del looks, for at least a few moments, mildly guilty. Instead of remarking on it, however, he manages to grin, and consider the other thread of conversation. "I know, right? Still, not likely to happen, since, presumably, she'll rise well before he's really got the experience to be good at that kind of thing. Still. It'd be /funny/." « I just said I did! I won't change my mind on that. You're pretty and fun and I like you. » And yes, how could he not? "It's fine," P'ax assures with the same soothing voice Yyth adopts when she wants to smooth over something to get her way. "Be your luck, she never will. And then there goes your revenge. But if she does, well, she'll rise every once in awhile. By the time she rises a second time, he probably will, right? So it's not like it's a one time only shot." « You wouldn't /now/ but some day you might. » There's a sense that Cadejoth isn't free to dismiss her, either, until she's decided she's done with him. « You are fun as well, Cadejoth. » Still, K'del's lips part just slightly, and then he manages to grin, ruefully. "Mm, true. Never mind, if that's the case, I'll find some other way to get revenge. But - yeah, true, multiple flights. Lifetime of 'em, probably." « I wouldn't! » Cadejoth is certain of this, coiling his chains up like a knot - going on forever, stuck tight. « I'm glad I'm fun. It's fun to be with someone else who is. » "It's late. We should go in before we freeze." P'ax presses his lips together, holding in mirth. "Ah, get her drunk and sleep with her that way? Tie her pigtails in a knot?" But he nods. "Probably right. Though, couldn't think of much better company to be in, if I had to freeze." Yyth just preens mentally, striking a delicate pose. « We should find fun tomorrow. It's your turn to pick an adventure. » "Not /that/ keen to sleep with her," grins K'del, but there's definite amusement to it, a spark of mirth in his gaze. "Ah, you say the sweetest things, P'ax. Still--" he continues this as he draws himself towards his feet, wiping his trousers off with one gloved hand. "Next time you're lonely, ask for company. If I'm free, I don't mind." Cadejoth admires this pose, as he draws his wing back, uncoils his tail in readiness for departure. « Promise! » he tells her, delighted. « I'll think of something. And it'll be /excellent/. » P'ax smirks and flutters his eyelashes absurdly at K'del. "Well, you know how it is. It's hard to keep the sugar from rolling off the tongue in such enamoring company." And snorting at himself, he shoves to his feet, likewise wiping gravel and grit from the back of his pants. Yyth draws back, waiting patiently for her rider. « I have no doubt about that. » "Well, of course," agrees K'del, managing to keep his grin in place, as he shrugs his shoulders. "I can't blame you. Of course." Then, with a glance towards Cadejoth, and another back to P'ax, he adds: "Night, P'ax. From the sounds of it," Cadejoth, presumably, "I'll see you tomorrow." Turning, he slips back towards his lifemate, swinging his way up. « No, you shouldn't. But it's good that you trust me. I can think of many good places to go! » Hopefully. |
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