Logs:Storytime: H'vier Edition
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| RL Date: 13 September, 2014 |
| Who: K'zin, Telavi |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: K'zin obeys the rules and tells Tela what happened with H'vier. Who is Old. |
| Where: View to a Kill Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 17, Month 10, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: H'vier/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, T'volt/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Talk about sex. |
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| He was waiting for her in her weyr that night when she got off shift. K'zin isn't subtle when he's glum. He's perched on the edge of the bed, freshly bathed but still dressed, his hands gripping and releasing the blankets at the outsides of his thighs, his brow riddled with wrinkles, and looking particularly angsty about some internal struggle. Surely, he'd prefer it termed brooding. But there he is. Doing that. Like the bronzerider he is. It's late, though not as late as it was-- or as it felt like-- when the second clutch had been new-hatched: late enough for Tela to hide a yawn or two as she divests herself of her riding jacket and boots in the outer weyr, early enough for there still to be a spring in her step at the prospect of seeing-- only, K'zin doesn't look like himself, or not like how he has been recently, and she slows with her freshly-washed hair dampening the shoulders of her blouse. "...K'zin?" Has he had a relapse? Is someone else dead?! "Green flight," he answers as he looks up and meets her gaze with the same look of a puppy that ... Well, looks guilty. No need to dwell on just what a poor innocent puppy might have done. The important thing here is that K'zin looks just the same, and clearly he's not jumping her bones, so he probably has a story. Telavi's pretty sure she hadn't stepped in any puddles on her way in, so there's that! Her expression isn't exactly happy now, but poor puppy-K'zin-- she comes closer, reaching to touch his hair before sitting on the bed next to him and lean up to his shoulder. There's no worry for the poor blankets; they've withstood worse. He sighs and leans a little into her hand. Then he pulls away; angsting bronzeriders deserve no comfort. K'zin looks at her. "I wasn't going to. I'd decided not to. But then," one hand rises in a helpless gesture, "I did." Woe. None! They should sleep on a bed of ice, though one that somehow manages to not make their lover cold, and-- speaking of whom, Talkative Telavi isn't very. She's not as silent as that ice, but only because of an audible exhale. She's looking down at her knees now. For it to hit him like that... finally looking back out of the corner of her eyes, "What happened?" Is she pregnant?! "What always happens." K'zin's expression screws up in a combination of frustration and anger. "He happened." He pushes up off the bed to pace, and talk with his hands. "I got out of the flight weyr, away from the others. I got to the lake and got wet and then he-" not He, "was nearby and He," yes, He, "just--" How does one even explain the thought process involved. His hands go up helplessly and forcefully blows out what might've otherwise been a sigh. "I wasn't going to, Tela. I'd put my foot down." And then picked it up again. Earlier in their-- relationship-- that anger would have had Telavi on guard, for all that it isn't directed at her; by now, she just looks worried, sitting forward and watching his back and forth. And his hands. By now it's also easier to read the pronouns, even if it isn't always easy, which means... not pregnant, hurray! But-- "Ugh, K'zin. What a jerk." Just in case, quickly, "Him, I mean." Her heels scuff the rug. "It's hard enough already." "Yeah, he really is." K'zin must've had drinks before or maybe after the flight, because somehow he misses that she means Rasavyth. Or maybe Rasavyth simply didn't want him to understand that's what she meant. "I mean, I can never really claim that I was ever picky about who I slept with," a hasty look toward Tela and sudden pause in his tracks has him adding, "Except you, of course," and probably the male half of his usual equations, but saying that out-loud probably wouldn't help his case just now. But perhaps the next will be enough to distract as he resumes his pacing, "But from all the stories that've been told, H'vier is a real asshole." Though then he looks a the greenrider, "Although you never mentioned having had a problem with him that time Reisoth caught Solith." It's sort of questioning, but probably said mostly to remind her that she slept with the particular bronzerider in question too. Telavi's turn to miss his missing-- because first she's looking at him and then she's looking at him, brows quirked as though to freeze that moment in time. "Nice recovery," she starts to say. 'Starts,' but doesn't get to complete, the last vowel getting cut off because her jaw is busy dropping. "Wait. Wait wait wait. That H'vier?" Because there are so many of them lurching-- or leching-- around. "Yeah," K'zin confirms, turning to face her, hands settling loosely on his hips. "I was surprised too." He takes a breath, then steps toward her, but settles on his knees in front of her rather than back on the bed. "So, story time, I guess." He looks up at her questioningly. Does she want to know? There will be, surely, a time when she doesn't. Now Telavi shifts to the very edge of the bed so she can lean forward and look down to her lover, to him rather than on him. Her stockinged toes shift too, one foot sliding close to his knee, the other backward until its heel comes up against the bed's base. Her jaw's more or less back in place, at least! Softly, "Go ahead." K'zin takes a breath. "I went to the lake to--" Well, she knows. "After you weren't available. And then there he was, and I started talking to him, and then one thing and another, and we almost came to blows twice, and then-- no, there was no blowing," just in case she already 'went there'. "Then I baited him and he followed me into the water. "I told him it was fine to pretend I was a girl if he liked. I'm pretty sure he did. He didn't want me to tell anyone, of course." And if there weren't Rules, he probably wouldn't have. "Questions?" It's briefer than other stories he's brought home, but from the sounds of it, so too was the incident the telling stems from. Yes, yes she did, and Tela doesn't quite stifle the half-laugh surprised from her-- at his correction, at his knowing, even more than the phrases themselves. "Baited," is a murmur. Only then, all at once, "I just don't get someone pretending you're a girl." "I don't know that it's uncommon. For men. Who don't actively seek out men." K'zin looks embarrassed now, his cheeks reddening and one hand rubbing the back of his neck. "And it was pretty dark. And I mean-- if you've-- you know," done that, there, "It's really not so different. If you're -- faced--" The bronzerider is becoming more and more embarrassed, a state that hasn't much been seen since the Deflowering in the days of Yore. Now that's distracting. "It isn't?" That might be a trifle too guileless, just that first bit, but Telavi doesn't pause. "But the-- And you've got-- Have you ever pretended?" "That I'm being fucked by a girl?" K'zin's brows furrow, which... well, says everything, doesn't it? About how often K'zin takes the role where that sort of thing would be useful. "No, but I've-- really only ever done that with T'volt. All the times Ras has caught, it's been a woman." Telavi's being serious here, and he is too, but then her dimples go and peek out in what's nearly a smile. She listens to the rest, too, and then-- rather than completely veer the topic into other realms-- offers instead, "I'm sorry he was, you know. Pretending you weren't you. If that still bothers you..." "Not so much with flights," K'zin answers with a shrug. "Because I'm not really me, so it doesn't really matter who they pretend I am. It's not about the person at that point, it's about getting laid." Then the bronzerider is shifting to lay his head on her knees. "When a fuck is just a fuck, what does it matter what they're thinking of?" He offers it a different way. "It's not like these are romantic rendezvous. Though, I suppose, some are more enjoyable than others. Inadvertent repeats." Then, a pause, "And H'vier's old." It's a little bit of a topic change. But this helps explain the angst ongoing. He sighs. Her expression softens further; she pets his hair, curling over to drop a kiss there before resuming the gentle strokes. Along the way, tenderness and humor together curve her mouth; "Old?" "Yeah, like... K'del old. Older even, maybe. It's hard to tell sometimes. But old." Since K'zin only sleeps with people around his own age if he can help it. The younger man sighs, obviously relaxing some under the touch of her hair. "I'm sorry I couldn't stick to it, Tela. I tried. Maybe it's not worth trying. It feels like He'll always win." K'del old. The petting pauses at the end of that stroke-- undoubtedly she's thinking-- and then picks up with the next, just as gentle and leisurely but no, not quite as rhythmic. "I think he's older than K'del. He looks older than K'del," Telavi says briefly; by the sound of it, she's wrinkling her nose right around now. "It's not always bad," she adds, more as though she's trying to soothe him than convince him. Not about that. The rest-- her voice is slower now and just as quiet, but vibrant with emotion. "K'zin. That's... what he wants you to feel, isn't it? You tried and it doesn't always work out, but mostly it does. And I'm still here, and we're still good." K'zin sighs against her knees. That the rhythm is no longer so rhythmic escapes him; the dancer in him must not be paying attention. Then he's shifting so he can push up onto his feet. The face he makes at her is -- well, he's pouting. "I know, but I wanted it to be different." Beat. "And I hate sand." Then he's starting to strip down, because obviously it's bedtime and apparently, he's planning on staying here, though that's hardly unusual. Telavi must be smitten; despite everything, her gaze does rather melt at that pout-- at least, combined with the sentiment with which she's so wholly in agreement. Practically, fondly, "Then it's a good thing there's no sand here." At least, unless he missed a spot. When she stops looking at him and glances down at herself, it's half in surprise to see herself still in outside clothes-- so much has happened!-- and then, she too has her own changing to do. |
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