Logs:Survivor
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| RL Date: 1 September, 2015 |
| Who: K'zin, Rasavyth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: Rasavyth and K'zin lose Niahvth's leadership flight, thank Faranth. |
| Where: High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 15, Month 9, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Irianke/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, Telavi/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Back-dated! |
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He wondered if the lusty haze so thick it made him dizzy was so keen a thing because Niahvth was claiming the Weyr in this aerobatic sexual act or because the flight so short it left Rasavyth reeling and not quite believing the way Cadejoth had turned up from-- where? Where had they even been with Niahvth exibiting her readiness as she had? Had Rasavyth reached for Cadejoth when she began to blood? He doubted it. K'zin would have liked him to, because... if K'del wasn't Weyrleader when all was said and done, then who? He didn't fancy the choices he'd seen in the Weyr. It was only then that it occurred to him that he hadn't seen K'del in the Weyr. He looked back only to find himself already half way across the bowl toward Snowasis, toward the comfort of a bottle and flesh that will purge his mind of conscious thought and the awareness of Rasavyth's regret. K'zin didn't regret the loss; he never would regret a loss where golds are concerned, after the last time and all the piss poor decisions tied up in the wild ride it was. He didn't want the weyrleadership, and there was a time-- a glorious, blissful time when Rasavyth briefly didn't either, but now? Forever, Rasavyth would want it. Rasavyth's disappointment that K'zin was not willing to be more the pawn in his games might last the rest of their days if K'zin had anything to say about it. He didn't need to throw Rasavyth off, intentionally, the injury to the wings still gave him trouble in longer flights, though it didn't seem to trouble him in the shorter flights of greenkind. But he would've tried, if it had gotten close. As was, he was grateful for surviving the battlefield with no greater honors than he went in with. He found a drink on the first passing tray on the patio (and there were aplenty), and the welcoming arms that found him before he got a second drink. Familiar arms, arms he was glad found him because he would've found someone's arms if he couldn't find hers. He buried his face against Telavi's shoulder and clung to her for a moment before whisking her off to the nearest private twist of tunnel not already occupied by other losers. At least this loser felt like a winner today. |
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