Logs:Sweet Dreams
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| RL Date: 26 February, 2016 |
| Who: Farideh, Drex |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Drex has a dream. Farideh has opinions. |
| Where: Farideh and Roszadyth's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 15, Month 2, Turn 40 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Snow. Ew. |
| Mentions: Miule/Mentions, Joremy/Mentions, Wulfan/Mentions, Yuliye/Mentions, Jo/Mentions, B'ren/Mentions, J'vain/Mentions, Tristen/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Mushy couple stuff. The usual. |
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| It's the middle of the night, and with the hearth mostly burned down the air has chilled somewhat. Still, it's warm under the pile of furs on the bed, Drex's snores are nearly inaudible. Maybe that's why he can be heard mumbling something. And then there's a bit of a moan. He says it again, and this time it's definitely not Farideh's name he's calling in his sleep. Sleep is a luxury that Farideh, still in place of their erstwhile weyrwoman, can't do without. It starts with a furrow of brow in her sleep, and then a frown, before she sighing loudly and turning her head to squint a bleary eye at her bedmate. "Drex," isn't more than a whisper, but she sounds irritated and exasperated all in one. There's a mutter from Drex as she says his name. "Mi-" he moans again. "Miule," he exhales the name of Ista's young Lady Holder, something imploring in his voice. It takes a moment-- or two-- for the actual name to sink in beyond sleep-fog. Farideh struggles to her elbows, half-sitting up and staring, with growing annoyance, at the man at her side. "Drex," comes with a slight nudge this time; perhaps she's waiting for him to say something more incriminating, because women are tricky like that. "Love," Drex sighs, and then a moment later, "Miiiule," and then he's being elbowed, and he's blinking in confusion, eyes barely open. "Eh. What?" Who doesn't love being woken up and having a finger shoved in their face? It happens. "Why are you moaning about Lady Miule in your sleep? Do you have sex dreams about her?" Farideh continues to look annoyed. "What?" Drex repeats, blankly, before the question sets in, and eyes widen as he twists onto his side to face Farideh. "What? No!" he denies hotly, then pauses. "I dunno. Maybe?" he yawns. "You said it was ok." Under the covers, his hand sneaks up to brush over Farideh's thigh. "No? Maybe? Can't make up your mind?" Farideh's eyes narrow briefly, and she makes a desultory sound as she lets her arms slide and one again becomes supine. "When did I ever say you could have sex dreams about Lady Miule? Do you like her? Have you even ever seen her? I think she's kind of--" Searching for the words, eyes on the ceiling, "..homely." "In my dream," Drex explains, logically. "She came onto me, and I was like, no, I have a girl, and then you were there, and I was telling you about Miule and you kind of sighed and gave me a pass, but you said it was only because it was a dream." He makes a noise that might be disagreement with Farideh's assessment of the Ista Lady's hotness, but apparently he thinks better of voicing any objection aloud, considering that hand of his that's now trailing along Farideh's leg. "You're lying," Farideh says, laughingly. "I heard you say I love you, Miule. So, now you love her? Do you have a crush on her? You didn't even say my name." It's either the sleepiness or she's, mid-night, in a good mood, for now. Enough that she's not pushing him away or pouting, but studies him with a half-smile. "No, I told you I love you fer giving me the pass--" Drex stops, frowns, and his wandering hand stops, too. "Why the fuck you are grilling me over a dream?" He shakes his head. "Saw her a few times at Ista, mostly from afar. She's probably stuck up, would never even look at me twice." His hand moves again, this time going to a very deliberately distracting locale. Maybe it'll distract her from the fact he never answered her question about a crush. "You don't know me well enough, then. I would never," note fake smile, "give you a pass. Why are you getting so defensive about a dream?" Farideh shoves her hand under the overs to move his hand away -- not while they're arguing! -- and then rolls right into his side; the better to stare at him purposefully. "So? Do you have a crush on her big googly eyes?" Drex stares at her silently for a moment, his distraction foiled but attention still on Farideh as his hand retreats for now. "Tell me you aint never had a sex dream about someone other than me." "I have," Farideh confesses, looking less concerned by her admission as she does sleepy. "Especially when Roszadyth is-- you know. That doesn't have anything to do with your crush on Lady Miule. Do you want me to introduce you? There's perks," she tells him, schooling her features into seriousness. When she confesses, Drex's lips purse. "Bet you dreamed about Wulfan... or was it Joremy? Or do you prefer the old wrinkled men like B'ren or J'vain?" He makes a noise, not-quite-choking as she offers to introduce him. Even he's not that stupid, even if half asleep: "Fuck no." Probably the wrong expletive with which to profess his vehement reaction, all things considered. That gets a speculative stare. "How do you know who they are? Have you been reading?" Farideh looks shocked at that thought, but purse her lips and carries on conversationally, "I suppose one upon a time I did. When you're young and they're the only ones around that aren't related to you, or old-- Joremy, for sure. He's very handsome." She sighs. "B'ren? J'vain? No. They're very, very old," she says, rolling her eyes. "Are you sure? You can tell her all about how much you looove her." "I--" Drex looks guilty, then angry about looking guilty. "Asked about Igen blood, after I found out you were one," he says, and then rolls his eyes. "All anyone talked about was how Joremy was supposed to save everyone from... something, no one was ever specific about what. Sounds to me like he pulled off a proper mutiny. On a boat, Wulfran would've made him walk the plank." He gives a snort at that last. "Then I can tell her how you gave me permission and then told me you wanted to watch," he says, with a smug sort of grin. "You could have asked me," Farideh says softly, after his bouts of guilty-angry. "We aren't on a boat and-- I don't think what Lord Joremy was right either, but--" She frowns. "He was putting the Hold in a hole. A very expensive hole. Thankfully, my uncle and the other holders had better luck and kept everything from sinking. Lord Joremy thought taking over would be the best thing to do in the situation, I suppose. I haven't talked to him since before that so I don't know exactly," she shrugs one shoulder. "And watch you tell her husband, Lord Tristen." Because, obviously. "Could've," Drex acknowledges, with an exhale. "Wanted to hear from someone else." He shifts, so he's lying on his back, too, one hand propped under his head, staring at the ceiling. "He could watch, too," he says, after some moments of silence passes, grinning. "Why?" is Farideh's question. "Most people here don't know a terrible lot about things in Igen." She gives him a long, considering look, and then rolls her eyes. "You're horrible and I should be mad," but-- but! "I'm still curious what has you so hung up on Lady Miule. I find Lady Yuliye is much prettier." "Just interested in what people say," Drex says with one of his half shrugs. "Talked to a lot of sailors of out Igen. I mean, that's how you find out what a Captain is like. You talk to the crew, y'know? You don't talk to the first mate, because of course he's gonna have his Cap'n's back." It all seems pretty straightforward, at least as far as the sailor is concerned. He grins, now, when Farideh admits she's not mad. "You weren't mad in the dream, neither," he says, as if that somehow proves his dream was some kind of prophetic vision. "Just kind of rolled yer eyes -- just like that." He gives another of those half shrugs. "Yuliye? Aint she old?" He makes a face, and then, "I dunno. Maybe I just have a thing for pretty, Blooded brunettes, eh?" he shifts, so that he's half leaning across her, chin resting on her shoulder. "That doesn't make any sense," says the non-sailor, frowning deeply. "You want to ask Igenites how Igen is, like me, from Igen. What did they say anyway? Just about Joremy and Wulfan?" Farideh seems interested, but slightly suspicious, as if he's waiting to spring something on her later; one of those not-appreciated surprises. "It's never happening," she laughs, and then stifles a yawn. "Hm? Yuliye? I guess she is, but she's still beautiful. You won't think I'm beautiful when I'm old just because I'm old?" About brunettes-- well, she looks less pleased about that, though what can she do when he's leaning on her. "You aint been an Igenite in... ages." Drex says, with finality. "Oh, you know. This and that. Aint one to repeat gossip." He might just look a mite bit pleased that he knows something she doesn't, but then again, maybe he's still thinking about the sex dream with a certain Lady Holder. "Yes, but I'll be old too, so it won't matter. She's like... old enough to be my mother," the sailor faux shudders. Such loving reassurance, as he resettles, turning his head so that it rests near the curve of her neck, one arm stretching out over her. "I'm Reachian with Igen blood," Farideh is quick to defend, however displeased she seems with the actual phrase once it's out of her mouth. "Have you ever seen her?" She's not to be swayed from her idolization, though she does lean into him more when he resettles. "You're terrible and you have a crush on Lady Miule. Terrible." Sigh. "But if you're done have sex dreams about her-- can we go back to sleep, now?" Drex gives a little grunt. "Probably don't want to go around telling people. Too much Igen blood, is what they say here." He makes another little noise, that might be denial, or could just be a stifled yawn. "Fine, but if she comes into my dreams again and you tell me it's ok, I aint gonna apologize for it." Because dream Farideh is clearly more knowledgeable about these things. "You oughta loosen up and just join next time, y'know," he mumbles reproachfully. A glare is tossed at Drex before Farideh is attempting to roll away and onto her side. "No. Enjoy yourself. I'll be too busy have my own sex dreams about Lord Wulfan and Joremy, and every bronzerider in the Weyr, and maybe your good friend Jo too." "Fine. But you know Jo wouldn't share with a bronzerider." Drex, with the implanting suggestions just before he drifts off to sleep. |
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