Logs:Spoon
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| RL Date: 15 October, 2014 |
| Who: H'vier, Lycinea |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Lya sleeps with H'vier after turnover, but not the way he usually sleeps with women. It's still a mistake. |
| Where: Bathing Pools and H'vier's weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 28, Month 13, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Farideh/Mentions, Tayte/Mentions, V'ros/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Adult themes. Morning wood. A little angst. Back-dated. |
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| The party is probably still going on outside, if more subdued now than it was to begin with, but H'vier was never seen amongst the festivities. He was seen briefly in the Snowasis, then in the living cavern. And now the bronzerider is soaking in one of the pools in the bathing cavern, which isn't empty, but pleasantly uncrowded while people are otherwise distracted. His eyes are closed, head tilted back slightly against the edge of the pool, and there's an almost empty bottle within easy reach. Lya is done. D-O-N-E. Crowds. Noise. Awkward boys. She's quitted the party and probably is thinking about how she understands drinking better as that's the only thing that might make the whole affair more tolerable. When she enters, she's already pulled off her thick cloak, unnecessary once indoors. She wasn't looking to spot H'vier, but her sweeping glance takes him in. She leaves the cloak in the cubbies. She's probably forgotten she's wearing the mask; that's the funny thing about masks, the longer you wear them the easier they are to forget. She moves to crouch beside him and flicks at his ear. "Happy turnover," she offers cheerfully. "How'd I do?" She wants to know as she straightens for him to take a gander at her dress. H'vier doesn't quite snort awake because he wasn't quite asleep. His brows furrow up at his attacker, but fortunately he's had enough to drink that his reflexes are sluggish. When he realizes exactly who she is and what she's wearing, the bronzerider shifts slightly to get a better look. "Well, well. You do clean up pretty nice. No one tried to get a look underneath, did they?" He'd totally punch them for her. And, notably, he doesn't ask for a look. Lya reaches with her boot to push on his shoulder with its tip. "Not that. Do I look like a snowflake?" Did she get the costume right? That's what she wants to know. Now she seems to remember the mask, her hand reaching up to untie the strings that hold it fast to her face. It leaves little swirled impressions on her pale skin that pinken as she gives her face air. "No, I think we're safe," because it's a team effort right? "I mean, I was helping this guy I know fix his costume because he had lipstick kisses all around and he smudged one so I kissed him to fix it and he sort of ran away, so. That's the most action I've seen all night," she sounds thankful for it. "You didn't go to the party?" She asks as she crouches again to start unbuckling the white dress boots with their low heels that rise to just below her knee. "It's very nice," he allows. "Better than I thought you'd manage, in all honesty." H'vier considers the kissing thing for a moment, one brow arched like he might have a hard time believing Lya could manage that much interaction with a boy. "No, I didn't go." And he doesn't offer up any particular reason for not going as he settles back to more or less the same position she found him in. At least that means he won't be watching her undress. . Lya sighs; it's a fluttery sort of sound. "Neither did Fari. She said it was stupid. And that I was stupid for wanting to go." She's frowning now, but he probably can't see that either because she's moved away from him and is stripping out of her clothes to toss all into the cubby before doubling back to get into the pool. "And the boy and she thought the makeup was stupid. Maybe I should introduce them. They'd probably get married and have lots of babies." She contemplates this, looking (or trying to, anyway) at her reflection in the surface of the water. "I don't think I'll go to any more parties. It was stupid." It's obvious from her tone that she hates Fari was right. "At least when I go to gathers with you, it's not boring." What a compliment, right? "I'm not sure Farideh enjoys much of anything," is said offhandedly. "I saw her earlier. She was worried about some dragonrider dragging you off and forcing himself on you." See, Fari loves her and they shouldn't be mad at each other or whatever it is they are at each other. They should totally kiss and make up. "You should do whatever makes you happy, Lya." H'vier, a wealth of wisdom. Does Lya giggle at the first? She's probably not supposed to, which is why the sound ends up smothered behind a hand and turns into a snort. "I'm not about to let anyone drag me off and force himself on me." It might just be a statement of fact, or it might be a subtle warning to the one that's tried it before. She splashes water on her face. "I'm surprised you two aren't off bumping uglies." That is probably Lya's favorite phrase to describe sex. It makes it sound awful, which, so far as she's concerned, it must be. "Good," for not letting anyone drag her off. Even if it includes him. Leave it to H'vier to get all protective of the girl he's tried shit with once it gets through his thick skull that she's a real person and not just something fun to play with. Though she's probably still that to some extent. "You told me not to fuck her." Clearly that's the reason. "Oh, yeah, because either of you ever listen to me." Lya rolls her eyes. She's not even going to pretend she believes that Farideh and H'vier don't do what they want. She moves to get the sand and scrubs at her face. "Shells, there must be a better way to get this stuff off." Because soapsand around one's eyes is hardly ideal. But this is part of the blonde's ignorance of Pretty Girl things. Maybe H'vier's next donation of marks will go to purchasing her own small supply of bath products. "We've only had sex once since you mentioned it," says H'vier like that's a pretty good record. She wanted to know, right? Unfortunately for her, it's not the bronzerider that knows much of anything about bath products. He might stay clean and well-groomed, but that might just be by habitual accident at this point. "Oh, ew." Lya splashes at him. "See?" They didn't listen to her, "And I didn't want to know. At all. About any of your exploits. Ugh." Now she's hurrying with her bath. Maybe she can get out before H'vier says anything else gross. The splashing earns no retaliation, just a grin as H'vier reaches for his bottle to take another drink. "They aren't all exploits," is all he'll say about that. "I'm not going to proposition you," he adds in case that's why her bathing has hurried along. "I'm heading back to my weyr soon." Maybe once he's finished drinking all of his booze. "Good?" Lya sounds uncertain, but only because... where did that come from? She's paused to squint at him like he might be-- well, really, really drunk. "I thought we were finished with all of that anyway." The propositioning. "Are you offering to let me sleep on your couch? Lest some dragonman drag me from my bed and force himself on me?" Nevermind that she's said his couch is quieter than the dorms and-- that's not important now. H'vier makes some agreeable sound about being finished with that after he's taken another drink from his bottle and set it aside again. "If you want to sleep on my couch, you're more than welcome. You could even share the bed with me if you wanted." Which, admittedly, sounds a lot worse coming out of his mouth than it seemed to sound in his head. "Not for... just to sleep." There, all fixed. She had eyed him suspiciously (of course she had). But that last does seem to fix it. "Okay. Better than listening to them copulate in the dorms," with all the drunken revelry of the evening. Lya might just mean to sleep on his couch. It is, in fact, more likely she means that. Who knows when he washed his sheets last? Only then she asks. "When was the last time you had your sheets washed?" So maybe she means the bed after all. "They get washed every week." He's not a barbarian. "The only thing I like dirty in my weyr are the girls I bring back to it." H'vier laughs. This is obviously hilarious. He might actually be pretty drunk. But he doesn't linger, getting up now to pull himself out of the pool to dry off and start getting dressed. Maybe he's trying to be considerate so she can keep bathing instead of looking at him naked. If that were the case, Lycinea would probably appreciate it. Focused as she is on getting herself the rest of the way clean in short order includes pulling her hair out of its up-do, collecting the pins between her lips as she goes. Once she's clean, she moves to exit the pool, toweling off efficiently and wrapping only her cloak about her, dress and accoutrements held by one hand beneath. "I'll get my things and meet you in the bowl?" Because, clearly she's not coming to his weyr in a state of undress, even if she is, apparently going to walk to the residents' dorm swathed quite thoroughly in the heavy cloak. H'vier doesn't even try to convince her to come to to his weyr in a state of undress. He might think it. But it doesn't come out of his mouth and that's what's important. "Sure," he agrees and makes his way out as he pulls on his jacket. He and Reisoth will be nearby whenever Lya shows up. So she better not take very long. As it happens, Lya doesn't take very long. Possibly she was encouraged to be quick by those who have gotten an early start on the not-entirely-discreet drunken dorm debauchery. She has a a small predictably worn out satchel over one shoulder and is dressed in a simple, form-fitting set of solid tan thermals, these being the sexiest sort of underclothes that H'vier's been permitted to purchase for her (that he knows about), and her thick, fur-lined cloak over top. She manages not to puke on Reisoth, the ledge, or off it, but she still needs a few moments in the chill air of the outdoors once her feet are on the solid rock of the ledge to quell her queasy stomach before joining the bronzerider inside. "Are you going to sleep in clothes?" She asks as she enters, glancing first from couch to bed and then to bronzerider. H'vier is more than willing to give her those moments, but she gets to take them alone. He goes inside to take off his boots and shrug out of his jacket. "I can," he assures her, though that might suggest it's not his usual way of sleeping. A nicer guy might suggest he take the couch and she can have the bed all to herself. But that's just not going to happen, sorry. Lya's blue-green gaze lingers on the bronzerider some long moments. "That would be good." She confirms, still standing indecisively. "How much did you drink tonight?" One might wonder how that is exactly relevant, but, he'd just have to wonder, wouldn't he. (Or ask.) If he has to wear clothes to bed, he's at least going to put on something slightly more comfortable than what he's wearing now. "Do I have to wear a shirt?" he asks as he goes through a drawer. "I'd rather not wear a shirt. They get all... around me." As for how much he's had to drink, "Enough that I'll be taking that side." He gestures at it. He's going to have to pee at some point during the night. "Enough that I just want to sleep," he adds. She considers all of that, "No, I guess not." It's not like they weren't both just in the baths with considerably fewer clothes. Lya also eyes the side of the bed that H'vier indicated and then looks back to the couch. "Is it weird to sleep next to another person?" Her brows are furrowed, puckering the skin between them as much as her lips. "It seems like it would be weird." Because she's probably never ever done it before. "I don't think it's weird." Of course he doesn't. H'vier likes being physical and close to people (read: women). "But, look. If you don't like it, you can always move to the couch whenever you want. I probably won't notice you moving around at all." Once he passes out, it'll probably take a lot to get him moving again. Lya considers this, then moves to slip off her shoes and lay her cloak over the back of the couch, keeping her satchel close, like a security blanket, as she moves toward the bed which must seem quite large and luxuriant compared to the bed she has in the residents' dorm. When she gets in, it's a little awkward, not least of all because she's still clutching that sack, showing no signs that it's not going to be coming to bed with them. She also situates herself just about as close to the edge as she can manage. If she rolls, she'll be on the floor. That'd be good fun, wouldn't it? Then she's watching him, almost nervously, like now might be the moment that he tries something. The bronzerider makes sure the fire in the hearth isn't going to go out anytime soon. And then he makes his way back to his bed where Lycinea has helped herself. To its edge. "You're gonna get uncomfortable. What is that?" he asks, eyeing the sack with a raised brow before he's falling onto his side of the bed with a groan, belly down but not quite face down. H'vier doesn't seem to be of a mind to try anything, though. If she doesn't say anything to keep his attention, he'll probably pass out pretty quickly. "That is none of your concern," Lya answers rather defensively. "You just go to sleep," she orders, as if this were her bed. She waits. She waits. She waits. Once she's sure he's asleep, she opens her satchel and tucks the small rag doll under the pillow, though a moment later she's stealing it back out again to brush a kiss to it and give it a squeeze before tucking it away again and laying her head on the pillow atop it. She shifts as she gets comfortable to be slightly nearer the middle. And in the night, it's learned that Lycinea is, by nature, a bed hog, so her sprawl becomes quite expansive. Good luck getting back in bed after that pee break, H'vier! H'vier mumbles something under his breath before he's shifting into what must be his usual sleep position. Then he's out. So Lya can do whatever she wants with her dumb doll. When he does have to get up, the bronzerider is not above pushing the girl physically toward the other side of the bed so he can get back in. And she should probably consider herself lucky that he gives her that much space. Apparently, Lya is a hard sleeper, because even this jostling for H'vier to reclaim his place doesn't rouse her. What it does do is end with her asleep with her back against him, well far from the edge of the bed she'd started at. At least she's not a cover-stealer too. By the time they wake up for real, there's a high likelihood of H'vier playing big spoon to Lycinea's little spoon. But he's probably not likely to be the first to wake up. There's a good chance the bronzerider will be the unhappy new owner of a hangover, and an indifferent long-time owner of, well, it just happens to men in the morning. He can't help it. Be gentle, Lya. There's good news and there's bad news. The good news is that Lya's too busy freaking out about the fact that she's bodily pressed against the bronzerider and his arm to notice the appendage with which she has no familiarity with. The bad news is that she doesn't freak out quietly. "What the fuck!" is demanded upon waking, in a way that will only exacerbate a hangover. The wriggling to free herself of the weight of his arm so she can scoot clear across the bed and up and out of it probably doesn't help the other problem she hasn't noticed. H'vier groans loudly when she yells him into consciousness. "Keep it down. Fuck." He squints his eyes to peer at her like she's gone crazy and become the loudest person on the planet. He doesn't know what she's all bent out of shape about. And he probably doesn't care. She... doesn't care that he doesn't care. She's already going for her boots and cloak. "Call the elevator dragon, please. I need to go." Lya's pale and looking as freaked out as she sounds. "This was a mistake." And he didn't even do anything! Poor Havi. It takes a few moments for her freakedoutness to really process because H'vier has... okay, not a lot going on in his head, it just hurts. And her voice is not exactly a gentle thing right now. "Okay, okay. Just... relax. Stop yelling." Is she yelling? "What happened?" His voice is rough, groggy, and he kicks his covers down slowly before deciding that, no, the heat staying in is better, so he sits up to pull them back over himself. He's not going to get up to help her, though, so at least she's safe from his proximity. She isn't yelling, not after that first exclamation, though she's speaking with urgency. "You were-- there was--" Lya tries, her blush deepening as she does. "You were touching me." At least this comes as a hushed confession, though more because she can't likely bear to say it louder than out of consideration for the bronzerider's aching head. She clutches the cloak around her, feet shoved into boots but laces untouched. "I'm sorry?" It's not that he didn't hear her. He heard everything. It's just that H'vier isn't sure if he's supposed to apologize for his unconscious actions or what. Both of theirs, really. Maybe she shouldn't have gotten so close! "Touching happens sometimes when you're sharing a bed, Lya. I didn't do anything." On purpose. "I'm pretty sure I had to push you away at some point." He gives her a look, then starts to roll over because if she's leaving, he's going back to sleep. Her ride will be there soon. Assuming H'vier actually called her one. Lya stares back at the bed, at the man in the bed. Then she crouches, hugging her arms around her knees, head bowed and she rocks herself for a moment, silent. That makes her remember. She is stepping forward even before she's fully straightened, moving back to the bed to look under the pillow, only her doll isn't there. "Crackdust." She swears before starting a thorough search, which will involve removing the blankets completely, if she has to. The girl rooting around on the bed makes H'vier roll back over toward her and lean up on on arm to give her a look. "What are you doing? I thought you were leaving." And he doesn't sound happy to see her. But there are other parts of him that might call that into question once she's pulling blankets away and he's not quick enough to catch them. "I am. I'm looking for Little Lya." Who is almost certainly very different in nature than Little Havi, who Lycinea finds (with her eyes) first and it has her gasping and twisting about so she can put her hands over her eyes. "This is not happening." She tries to tell the world. Beneath her hands, she's turned as crimson as can be. "Little--" H'vier doesn't finish his question because that's around when Lycinea starts freaking out again. He's confused at first, but a glance down has him sighing wearily. Whether it's at Little Havi or at her is unclear, but he assures her, "It's not because of you. It just happens." He's not going to apologize for something he has no control over. "Will you just find your shit and go?" Well, she would. She really would. Only, it seems that everything has hit critical mass awful and now Lya's shoulders are shaking, and she's crying. So she can't very well find anything just now while she tries to get that under control. H'vier has never been great with crying women. Particularly not one he can't comfort somehow. So he just stares at her for a few moments. If nothing else, he's probably made sure that there is a ride coming. "What?" is the only word that manages to make its way out of his mouth. To Lya's credit, she gets the whole sobbing thing under control pretty quickly; probably, she's had turns of practice in these moments of hiding it or getting quiet anyway. She sniffles. "It's just that I had a really horrible time at the party, and I got my dress stained when I fell, and then you were touching me when I woke up and it was weird and I don't know if I liked it, and then I couldn't find my doll, and then you had a--" she can't say it, "and then you were mad at me," which normally, she probably wouldn't care about at all, but on top of everything else... It's a lot to take in with his head pounding the way that it is. H'vier is really trying not to lose his temper, though, because that's already making his pulse too loud in his head. And it's just too much effort right now. "I'm not mad at you, Lya. I'm sure your doll is around somewhere." He doesn't even have a firelizard that might have taken it. And he doesn't make fun of her about having it at all. She pulls the cuff of her thermal over her hand and uses it to scrub off her face, sniffing again, but at least the tears have subsided. Then, perhaps, most peculiarly of all, Lya looks over at H'vier and asks with a tremorous tone, "Can I have a hug?" H'vier is not sure what the proper response to this is so when he says anything, it comes out more like a question than an actual answer. "Sure?" But he's not moving to get up, even if her crying has probably started to have a nice effect on things she doesn't want to deal with. Lya keeps looking, but in the next moment it seems she's changed her mind because she's rising from the bed and squaring her shoulders. She doesn't need no stinkin' hugs. She doesn't look at him now, though, as she moves to find her doll, because apparently she won't abandon Little Lya to whatever lives in H'vier's recently washed sheets. H'vier is so confused. If Tayte were here, he might even apologize for ever thinking she was anything but the most reasonable woman ever. Since Lycinea is intent on finding whatever it is she's looking for, though, the bronzerider shifts to get out of bed to give her all the space she needs to do so without any hugging involved. Never know what you have until it's gone~ Lya searches, and searches and-- yes, it seems the doll did not get up and walk away in the night, but it did get wedged down between mattress and headboard. It's a ratty tatty thing, comprise entirely of rags and knots with buttons for eyes. Little Lya is a sad little thing, but it's hers. She clutches it to her, like she's getting her hug from it as she moves to snatch up her satchel before fleeing the weyr. A drink is a great remedy for a hangover, right? Well, H'vier's going to try that while Lya looks for her doll. Once she's found it and flees for the ledge, he lifts his voice to call after her, "You're welcome." Because he's grumpy and he's still been on fantastic behavior. Her ride will probably show up within a few minutes. |
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Alida (04:12, 26 October 2014 (EDT)) said...
Little Lya. AWWWwwwwwWWWWwwwwWWW! *.*
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