Logs:Someday
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| RL Date: 11 July, 2014 |
| Who: H'vier, Tayte |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Tayte tells Havi the girls are coming home, and then some less pleasant things; he acts like an adult. Tayte is impressed. |
| Where: H'vier's weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 21, Month 3, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: K'del/Mentions, Tahvra/Mentions, Yvalia/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Discussion of miscarriage. Vague sex. Back-dated. |
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| Tayte's late. It's not that she doesn't often have late nights at Snowasis, it's just that this wasn't scheduled to be one of them. When she arrives, by way of the elevator dragon, it's getting to the hour when reasonable people should be in bed and there's a smile on her face, and a bounce in her step. If Reisoth is awake, she has a quiet hello for him, and then she's all but skipping into the Weyr. H'vier is not a reasonable person, though he's been trying to fake it pretty hard lately, so of course he isn't in bed. When Tayte comes in, the bronzerider is on the rug in front of the hearth doing pushups in only a pair of comfortably loose pants. Judging by the sheen of sweat he has going on, he's been at it for a little while. Tayte only pauses on her way in to doff her travelling cloak, laying it (gasp!) over the back of the couch instead of on a hanger where it belongs before walking over to H'vier and crouching beside him, a wide smile now on her lips. "The girls are coming home tomorrow." Given that it's only been two days since his talk with K'del, clearly H'vier is getting positive reinforcement for how hard he's been faking it. He doesn't really look at her until she's crouching beside him. But when she says that, H'vier looks up at the top of a push, brows furrowed like he's not sure he heard her right or it's taking a few moments to process properly. His knees come up so he can sit back on his feet and then he's finally grinning at Tayte, "The girls are coming home? Tomorrow? That's fantastic!" Tayte leans forward, shifting onto her knees and then moves the short distance to be sitting in front of him. Her smile is so wide it looks like it hurts her face. "Tomorrow," she confirms happily. "First thing in the morning." She reaches to take his hands in hers, squeezing his fingers gently. "Thank you, Havi. For going to talk to K'del." She likely thanked him before, but there's something more genuine in the quality of her gratitude now. "I'd do anything for you, Tayte," says H'vier, his grin taking on an entirely more sappy sort of affection as the woman takes his hands. He pulls one away, though, so he can lean forward, pressing a kiss to her forehead while his hand touches her jaw, fingers curled around the back of her neck. "I love you, Havi." Tayte murmurs and she kisses him, tenderly. They can have this moment; they deserve it. Tenderness has a way of making H'vier want more from Tayte. And not in ways that end up particularly tender. Good, yes. Earnest, yes. But not overly careful and gentle lovemaking here. He knows perfectly well how to please Tayte by now and he uses that knowledge to his its full advantage until they're both naked and spent, sprawled panting on the rug in front of the hearth. Tayte's in too good a mood to pass up this good time and by the end she's tucking herself against his side, a smile curled on her lips. She's quiet, in a way that suggests she's thinking, but not volunteering her thoughts aloud. It's late. H'vier can't really be blamed for sleepiness after that. But he probably won't actually fall asleep on the floor instead of in his bed. Probably. The bronzerider tilts his head to look at Tayte, kissing her head before asking, "What are you thinking about?" There is no version of this universe in which 'K'del' is the right answer. So instead, Tayte phrases it more delicately, "Just... about the girls coming home, and you talking to K'del and how that helped make it-- okay." For the girls to come back. "He... thinks that when I'm ready, we should try again. You and I. For a baby." Yes, she just said K'del thought that. Which is maybe not exactly what K'del said, but it's close to what he implied. H'vier looks at her again, which is kind of awkward in their current positions. But then he's settling back to consider that for a few moments in silence. "So," he begins when he speaks up again, "Are you thinking you might be okay with that, then?" "Havi," Tayte starts sounding almost hurt. "When you asked me. It was just-- too soon to even think about. Because I wanted that baby. I want another baby." Preferably his, but there's a decent chance the one that was lost might've been. "I want to have another baby, with you. Someday. It's just-- it's hard to face the possibility that I might as easily lose another. There's no avoiding that I've not had the best luck there." She's sad now, sad eyes, sad lips. Sad, sad, sad. "Even if you never wanted another one, Tayte, I'd love you just as much. It would be nice. But I'm happy with what we have now, too." Just so she knows that. No pressure from good guy H'vier. He shifts so he can face her, moving an arm around her and pulling her tight against him before noting like a suggestion, "This would be a lot more comfortable in bed." Tayte smiles at him; this is the right thing to say. Good job, H'vier! She even leans to kiss him, then nip his neck. "You weren't complaining about comfort a few minutes ago." There's warmth in her tease and amusement, but she's not arguing as she starts to get to her feet. It's then that she says, "I do want another. With you. Someday. Just like someday I want to live with you, but-- I don't think I'm ready for that yet. With-- everything that's happened. But could we maybe go back to being-- promised to be?" Maybe she's hoping acquiescing to that much will soften the possible sting of her words. "I was distracted by incredibly pleasant things a few minutes ago," says H'vier with a grin as he follows Tayte up only to wrap his arms around her more properly with no motion to the bed just yet. "So long as you'll be ready someday. I'm willing to wait." If she's never going to be ready, granted, that might be another problem entirely. But it's not one he brings up right now. "I could distract you again once we get to the bed," the blonde offers with false innocence, batting her lashes up at him. Her arms rest against his chest, palms flat against him, rather than wrapping around him. "Someday." Tayte's tone promises even if she doesn't say the words aloud. "I need things to not be crazy and broken for a while first. The first step of that for me is bringing my family back together." Offers to distract him in bed are pretty distracting right now. Especially since H'vier probably isn't willing to say the few things that come to mind first. He manages, "Fair enough," with a smile, then slips his arms down further on Tayte so he can pull her up against him and literally take her to his bed. |
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