Logs:Sorry Not Sorry
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| RL Date: 23 September, 2014 |
| Who: Farideh, H'vier |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Farideh and H'vier bump into each other. No one's sorry. |
| Where: Inner Caverns, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 11, Month 9, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Cool outside. |
| Mentions: Tayte/Mentions, Fayla/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Back dated. |
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| H'vier has been visiting his daughter and her sister here in the caverns rather than in their mother's quarters. Because their mother is still out for his blood. But his visiting is done for the day and now H'vier is making his way through the caverns in the general direction of the Snowasis, where he's been spending a lot of his time again now that he's single and Tayte isn't working there. Broken-hearted bronzeriders are the farthest thing from Farideh's mind as she's walking through the inner caverns. It's a distracted air about her that has her bumping into people as she passes, eyes trained not on where she's going but rather on the floor. She's wearing a frown, accompanied by a little dip between her brows. That inattentiveness is what leads her - as she pulls her hair up into a topknot - to bump into H'vier from behind, quick steps leading her right into the man's back. "Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to bump into," looking up.. and up some more as she recognizes the dragonrider, "you." Getting bumped into isn't something the bronzerider usually accepts without comment and right now is no different. H'vier stops, turns, and looks at the culprit with initial annoyance. That annoyance turns pretty quickly into something... else. Maybe not simple anger, but definitely not something good. "You better be fucking sorry," he tells her, gaze flickering over the whole of her shamelessly before he's starting to turn back the way he'd been going. Genuine contrition shows, ever so briefly, before his words send a flash of anger across her face. "On the other hand," Farideh says loud enough that if he's turned away, he can still hear, and folds her arms sassily, "I'm not sorry. You're the one who should be sorry you.. pathetic son of a cavern whore." Digging deep for these words, she smirks and sticks out her tongue, standing in a blatantly sarcastic pose - arms folded, hip cocked, and head tilted with some annoyance evident. H'vier turns back with a hand that's started to raise like he might strike her. But instead it ends up pointing at Farideh as he crowds into her personal space. "The fuck should I be sorry for, bitch? You're the one spreading your legs and telling everyone about it." All that bravado doesn't stand for much; in fact, it wavers when he raises his hand, but with it's pointing, she shifts her eyes from the hand back to his face with another cruel smirk. "Believe me, I don't go around admitting that I've had sex," her mouth drawing into a hard line, "with you." Farideh speaks like the mere idea is an insult. Yes, let's antagonize the bronzerider with anger issues and plenty of reasons to be angry of late. There's a muscle in his cheek that pulls at his lip, making H'vier kind of look like he's snarling while he does an admirable job of not resorting to violence. If he had a mindhealer, they would probably be proud. In the end, he turns away again, jaw tight with restraint. People are probably starting to stare. Farideh at least has the sense to reign her anger in a bit and paste on a pleasant smile. She steps up next to H'vier's side and pretends to examine her nails. "I'm sorry if your confidence is wrecked now or your girlfriend is mad, but neither of those are my problem. I said I was sorry for bumping into you. You don't have to be a jerk about it." There aren't any pleasant smiles from H'vier. He even growls when he realizes she's following him. "It's not my confidence you should be worried about," because, let's face it, the bronzerider has more than enough of that to go around. Never mind that those words sound a lot like a threat, even if he's not looking at her now as he walks. Just a step behind the dragonrider, Farideh lapses into silence, even after his threat. She has that same not-really-pleasant, oh-so-fake smile on her face. "What," she asks, canting her head to look up at H'vier, "is that supposed to mean?" But she's quick to drop her eyes, perhaps still unnerved by his earlier aggression. "I left her because I love her. I didn't want to lose my temper and hurt her again." The again is probably an important word, there. "But you," continues H'vier as he turns his head to glare back at Farideh. "I have no such disincentive where you're concerned. Don't push me, girl." Cue Farideh rolling her eyes and crossing her arms. "Yes, you love her so, so much." By the way she says it, it's clear she's both disinterested and disbelieving. "You would hit me? For bumping into you? Or because she found out you slept with someone old enough to be your daughter?" She is distantly amused, letting her attention roam among the faces they pass as they continue walking through the caverns. "If I hit you, I doubt it will matter why I did it." Only that it happened. That's always the way of it, isn't it? No one cares that H'vier is antagonized. It's always his fault that he hits an uppity woman that totally deserves it, after all. "Don't dragonriders live by a code?" Questioning hazel eyes touch the man and then dart off again. "I thought you did. Hitting women on that code. Or are you just a rule breaker?" Farideh hugs her arms closer to her body and pulls her lips into a thoughtful purse. "No." H'vier doesn't even need to think about that. Farideh might just be asking the wrong dragonrider. He's not exactly the gold standard, and he certainly doesn't pretend to be. "And clearly girls haven't been getting any smarter as I've gotten older." "You are such a charmer." Though she is much shorter, Farideh turns her face up to H'vier and gives him a much more genuine, if sickeningly-sweet smile. "I wonder why you aren't more popular with women, really." She slants him a unconvincingly covert glance and sighs. "I have never, ever boasted of being smart. I talk too much. I am very pretty. I have great social skills. But smart? Not really." Poor H'vier, stuck with a teenage tagalong. "Don't." Wonder, presumably. "I'm plenty popular with women." There's a slight emphasis on the last word, no doubt to point out that Farideh does not fit the typical definition of a woman. Or maybe just not his definition. "If you were smart, you wouldn't be following me around like a canine looking for handouts. What do you want? Or is it that you like getting smacked around?" A snort for his boasts, a gentle lift of her brows. "I was going to the living cavern for a snack, actually. I was not out looking for you, but, you're here, so why not talk." Tut tut, Farideh blows out a breath and offers a cheeky smile, letting her arms drop to her sides. "You want me to leave you alone?" "Yes," is his very plain and simple answer for her last question. H'vier keeps on walking, maybe even a little longer in his stride to encourage her to bugger off. Having a drink probably won't help his restraint, but maybe it will help him relax enough that the restraint becomes less necessary. Because it's not like he's ever been an angry drunk or anything! Farideh slows down her own strides as his quicken, calling out a simple, "Fine!" She's grinning though, a smile that only widens the farther away he gets. Her own footfalls come to a stop as she turns to chat with another young woman, presumably another laundress. H'vier doesn't slow down or look back. He also doesn't end up stopping at the Snowasis like he'd intended. He goes through it to get to the bowl, however, and meets his bronze there. And soon enough they're in the sky and going between. And later he'll come back with new bruises to show for it. No big deal! |
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