Logs:The Roots Go Deep
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| RL Date: 27 June, 2015 |
| Who: Dee, Taeliyth |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: After Ka'ge's cynical advice and Dee's expected confession, Dee and her lifemate have their first moment. It's... not a good one. |
| Where: Weyrling Barracks, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 11, Month 2, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Ead/Mentions, Maj/Mentions |
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| The gold stared at her. No, she watched her. Staring was less than what Taeliyth was doing as her lifemate settled into her cot, uneasy in that unfathomable regard. She had always thought that sharing a mind would be more-- well, sharing. She knew Taeliyth was there, could feel the force of personality in the tiny golden vessel. She took in all of Dee's movements as she carefully removed the borrowed dress that she might ask Maj if she could keep now that she-- well, she supposed she'd have cause to wear nice dresses now. She didn't want to look at the reason, but she knew she had to. Avoiding Taeliyth's eyes was only building the storm of -- well, angst. She could feel it there, like a filling waterskin whose capacity is already fit to bursting. Avoiding Taeliyth was also avoiding the inevitable, though she delayed as long as it took to dress in her loose night clothes and settle on her cot. Inevitable, she thought to herself. From now on, Dee knew and just had to tell herself again, there would never not be Taeliyth. She looked. « Finally decided to admit I'm alive? » The gold's words stung, as she had meant them to. Dee doubted there was much that the gold didn't mean to have happen when it happened, but she could feel, too, a brashness in the way these words came, not an intentional cavalier disregard, but rather the hidden hurt that could only be caused by one who could get inside her head. With a pang of regret, Dee realized the only person that fit that bill, was herself. "I'm--" -sorry. Dee's apology, begun aloud and finished silently when she felt the uptick in Taeliyth's temper. I... didn't mean to hurt you. A snort dismissed the words as if there was no world in which they could be true. « Please. You weren't thinking about me. » Dee felt like she'd been punched in the gut, or what she imagined that would feel like, though this sensation, she knew was phantom guilt, not something of the dragon's making. « You were thinking about yourself. » I try not to... was true enough, but Dee couldn't deny that Taeliyth was right. « Why is it, » she wanted to know, her provoked temper not cooling, « that you have trouble thinking of yourself when you're doing something outrageously stupid and no trouble when you have good fortune that you want to make out to be bad? » Dee's breath had caught at the insult; she barely heard the rest. It wasn't the insult - hadn't Ead said as much to her more than once? It was-- You know about-- « The grand plan? » Taeliyth sneered with disdain for Dee daring to think that she could keep something like that to herself. Only... Dee couldn't breathe. It made Taeliyth relent, shifting in her couch to lean up over the edge, the temper sucked into the deep forest of her mind with unnatural speed, as if it had never been. « Listen, Dee, » the dragon pushed her weight onto her front paws, her slim, wheaten gold muzzle extending toward her lifemate as if offering both olive branch and confidence in the move. « I get it. You didn't expect me. » She didn't say Dee didn't want her. « You had ideas and plans and things you wanted out of life. You were going to save the starving people and move on. » The gold was dismissive. Dee felt the paths rise up before she saw them in her mind's eye. Some were the same as those that met her on the hatching sands, others were already different shaped and altered by the minds Taeliyth had already touched, by the things she had already learned in her short time in this world. « You have a lot more options now, Dahlia. I'm giving them to you. The least you can do is be open, » she pulled the phrase pointedly from the girl's memory. The two words staggered her. She felt faint. She didn't see Taeliyth rising up out of the wallow and moving to press her head against Dee's chest, firmly, a earthy anchor whose roots were firmly in Fort, but in her, as well. For a moment, she felt like a tree. No, that's weird, she told herself, trying to shake the feeling, but it stayed. It wasn't just a feeling, it was Taeliyth. The gold's home is Fort, will always be Fort, no matter how Dee might long for her home with its warmth and sunshine, Taeliyth's roots run deep. In the same moment, the brunette understood. Dee had stolen from her. Taeliyth hadn't even broken her shell, and already, her own lifemate had taken from her home, from her people. Picking Dee wasn't penance; the girl was the gold's choice, which was different, but pay penance she would, in a life of service to this place. To Taeliyth's home. If Taeliyth could un-mess the mess Dee made of things. If. Dee swallowed, her hands shaking as they lifted to touch the head against her. There was a brief spark of surprise, of defensiveness from the dragon. "I'll be better," was Dee's choked whisper. Taeliyth huffed as she yanked her head away. Dee knew she'd missed something, that she didn't understand something critical and that Taeliyth wasn't about to tell her what. The gold shifted back into the wallow, « Get some sleep. You're exhausted, » was as close to affectionate as the dragon could be in this moment. Dee cleared her throat, "You should sleep, too." « I will, when I'm ready, » on her own terms. The girl held her breath, bit her lip, and gave in to her, letting silence rule them and sleep eventually take them. |
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Faryn (21:35, 28 June 2015 (MDT)) said...
Damn, Taeliyth, get some.
Alida (23:11, 28 June 2015 (MDT)) said...
Now *that's* a gold Alida could likely respect. :)
Eadgyd (23:20, 28 June 2015 (MDT)) said...
I appreciate that Dee got stuck with the brashly opinionated one and Ead got stuck with the ridiculously nice one. IT SEEMS FITTING.
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