Logs:Trying to Communicate
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| RL Date: 18 October, 2015 |
| Who: Ebeny, E'dre, Laurienth, Wroth |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Laurienth rises, but not before Ebeny and E'dre fall to arguing. |
| Where: Autumnal Eventide Weyr, Flight Weyr, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 3, Month 1, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: N'rov/Mentions, Dee/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Sex. Language. |
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| There's really only ever one explanation for Laurienth being sweet to anyone, and it always coincides with her rider being significantly less so than usual. Up on the rim of the bowl, the shadowy green glows, her muzzle tipped upwards to catch snow and sunlight alike, her watchful interest one which keeps her near to a pair of browns who observe her in turn. Ebeny not strayed far beyond her office today, and even now has retreated back to the safety (for her and others) of her weyr, where she paces as though caged, despite it being of her own volition. It isn't all that surprising that one of those browns is Wroth and his animosity to the other who lingers is clearly made with a low-throated growl directed at the other male. At least it isn't Vhaeryth up here with them, watching Laurienth with all her tells on the impending flight. Wroth might've told E'dre or the brownrider noticed Laurienth himself in passing as he heads home with a resigned expression of one preparing for a battle they don't want to fight. He's dressed more formally today, one of his newest and more fashionable shirts and corresponding pants chosen for his time spent outside the Weyr visiting various Holds and Weyrs. He slings his jacket off and sets it on the top of the couch as he passes it. He watches Ebeny for a moment before offering a very cautious, "Hello." If he had a white flag to wave, now would likely be a good time to offer it up. "Are you hungry?" "Oh, now you decide that it's worth trying to communicate," Ebeny replies, without actually glancing E'dre's way at all, or without ceasing her pacing. "Fuck you," she murmurs, the words a near growl, low and heartfelt. Another width of the room, then she shakes her head and rakes her fingers deep into her hair. "Just go," the greenrider attempts to insist. "Take whatever it is you want and leave me alone. Get gone before she flies, because I'm not living through another round of your losing and sulking." E'dre rolls his eyes at Ebeny's response and keeps on walking past her towards that certain cabinet he seems far too inclined to dig into these days. "I won't 'get gone'. I have a Weyr to run and this is my home too. I gave you space already and did it serve any purpose? No." He snorts, snags the bottle he intended to grab and makes his way back to the couch with a cup in hand. "You can go and snarl at someone else. Go pick a fight with N'rov if that's where your heads at. I'm staying in." He huffs and drops onto the couch with a grunt. He uncorks the bottle, pours a hearty glassful, and then sets the bottle down beside him. He kicks his feet out in front of him and stares moodily into the glass. "Actually," Ebeny says too slowly and too smugly to be at all pleasant, "this is the Weyrlingmaster's weyr. It's my weyr, for the rider who holds my knot. You have a home across the bowl to claim if you're so focused on leading." Whether the influence of her green or just feeling spiteful, she aims a kick at the bottle on her way past the couch. "You're the one who chose not to be here. Don't go telling me that it was for my benefit," she declares, halfway across the room already regardless of what her kicking has caused. "The only one of us fixating on N'rov is you. If you're going to bring that up like some kind of trump card every time you're pissed off, then I don't know why you're here at all." E'dre takes a breath and a sip of whiskey before he steadies himself enough to answer Ebeny. "We took vows Ebeny. We made this space ours. This is where we are raising our girls. Or were--," he cuts himself off with a tightening of lips and narrowing of eyes at her. "I'm not using it as a 'trump card' as you say. I've apologized for my reaction to that flight and you know damn well I had reason to be upset outside of that flight!" Each word he emphasizes has him sitting forward and tensing his shoulders. "You are not faultless in your choices. I told you I was sorry how much more are you going to continue to make it an issue? Every time Laurienth rises are you going to taunt me with the fact I lost my head over the loss that one time?" He narrows his eyes and tightens his hands on his glass. "I'm done with this argument. I know you're proddy and so damn near unreasonable but I'm not going to let it be this fight that makes us leave each other!" "And you made a choice - you left," Ebeny emphasises, with a complete lack of any heated feeling but disdain. "You left for good, for all I knew. And of course you've always made fantastic choices after a flight, haven't you?" Those last few words are rich with a level of self-loathing that usually well-contained. "If you done with this argument, then just go. There's nothing for you here. If--" As she passes the table, she pauses, hands curling around the top of the chair right as Laurienth digs in her claws to scratch against rock and launches herself for the feeding pens. Stalking for the entryway, Ebeny snatches up her jacket and snaps, "Just go; I don't want you there," over her shoulder before she vanishes, headed for the flight weyr. "Don't you dare act like I had a choice," E'dre answers harshly, "Hattie had Elaruth lean on Wroth and it's not as if you'd have come if I asked!" He scoffs at her accusation of leaving for good, downing the last of his whiskey before he slams the glass down on the table nearest to him. "Like I'd just up and leave you without reason or word? Who do you think I am?" He stands up abruptly as Laurienth launches herself into the sky, Wroth already leaping after and raking his claws out in a threat against the brown that intends to follow. E'dre's eyes tighten as he attempts to reign in his brown but the choice has already been made and it isn't E'dre's that has him following Ebeny to the flight weyr. "You make a lot of excuses. As always." Ebeny doesn't bother with more than that, evidently believing their paths will split, and so she doesn't look back over her shoulder until she reaches the cavern and finds that she hasn't been successful in driving E'dre off. She snaps a curse to the nearest rider she finds, who hastily gets out of her way and lets her pass and make her way to the back wall, as much distance as she can manage put between herself, the brownrider and just about any other rider. Laurienth seems to be much of the same mind, her blooding a quick and messy affair that has her aiming for the skies right when she believes the males are occupied with their own kills. E'dre stalks into the flight weyr and gives a hard glare to any of the other rider's present who happen to make eye contact with him. Ebeny chooses her wall and he chooses to stay near the door for a quick retreat when the entire affair is over. His arms fold in front of him and he tips his chin down towards his chest as he opens himself up to Wroth. If he's here by the brown's choosing, he'll focus on the brown's take on it. Wroth must sense Laurienth's mood for he doesn't bother with blooding and barely gives himself time to land and hover while he watches her. He's quick to follow her upward momentum and doesn't seem intent on playing any games or focusing on those falling in behind him. He wants her and he will have her. It could all be over in so few minutes, were Laurienth not able to twist her way out of Wroth's path and gain some height, but ground lost is ground lost, and the fact that she can't seem to quite put as much space between herself and him is something that only angers her even as she aims higher and higher, her only choice to soar above the Weyr rather than move further and further away from it in terms of radius. She doesn't have time for acrobatics, only teeth and claws, while Ebeny rakes her hands into her hair and collapses in on herself, sinking down to her knees. Wroth is persistent in his pursuit, straining himself as he angles himself after her and pushes his wings to the limit with the demands he places upon them. She can use her teeth and claws, he'll meet them with his own. Violence will beget violence and when he isn't focusing it on the male competition it stands within his own reason to use it in response to Laurienth. E'dre's teeth begin to grind as his hands clench at his sides, the anger and need of his dragon sending his adrenaline surging throughout his body. He doesn't notice Ebeny's collapse but a bluerider does and she steps forward to try and check on the greenrider out of concern. Ebeny lashes out, not with fists, but one flailing arm to keep that bluerider from getting any closer to her, the sound of protest that she makes not intelligible as a proper word, only a low, growled warning, her features pale beneath her attempts to burrow into herself and keep herself hidden. Above, there's only so high that Laurienth can go before she slows and the ground inevitably begins its slow drag to bring her back towards it. She tips nose over tail and kicks out just as she rights herself, intending to see off anyone too close. The bluerider steps back and out of the way of that flailing arm, a few choice (and not at all polite) epithets used in response. E'dre's eyes open and he gathers enough focus to check that Ebeny remains untouched before he lurches away from the doorway. Wroth's right there when she kicks out, his possession of her quick and effective. He bites at her shoulder in warning before he twines fully with her. He'll guide her the rest of the way towards the ground, exhausted from the speed and intensity of the chase. E'dre continues moving towards Ebeny with resigned steps before Wroth's passion overtakes him as he reaches to overtake his weyrmate. Laurienth attempts to twist to deliver an answering bite of her own, but finds herself unable - and near unwilling - to do more than offer up some token scratches of resistance before she surrenders and twines around Wroth in turn. The moment of the catch has Ebeny surging back to her feet, and by the time that her green has given herself over to rising passion, there's no resistance in her. When she reaches for E'dre, she's not gentle, yet nor is she all too forceful, the rough edges to her more encouraging than demanding. There's relief that surfaces as Ebeny does not seem to continue to hold to her demand that E'dre not be present during the flight. The force from E'dre comes by way of torn clothing and firm grabs of Ebeny's hips as he finds reason to use the table, a wall, and finally the bed for purchase. Wroth led them to win with a sign of demanding force and part of E'dre continues that roughness. The path Wroth takes is carefully chosen to leave he and Laurienth to claim a part of the lakeshore. E'dre holds Ebeny long after he's found his release and seems content to keep her in his arms for however long she may tolerate. As ever, it takes Ebeny a while to surface from the tangle of minds with her green, fingers and teeth both having left marks in their wake, some worse than others. She's got one hand hooked possessively around E'dre's hip, curving to smudges of colour that may darken into bruises in the near future, and when she stirs, it's to roll and pin him beneath her; to kiss him in a commanding fashion that doesn't yet make any other physical demands of him. All that earlier aggression has dissipated. E'dre rests his hands on Ben's hips as she pins him, a steadying hand offered as he closes his eyes and murmurs against her lips. He doesn't press her for more, he's admittedly tired after their tousle and this is almost better than that was. He waits until she's had her kisses before he lifts a hand to move up and through her hair. He takes a moment to search her face and then pulls her down closer for a far slower and more exploratory kiss to share between them. Ebeny makes a soft, quiet sound as he runs his hand through her hair, her gaze still that little bit distant and not entirely her. Still, she surrenders herself to E'dre's intentions and lets the edge of aggression diminish until it's all burnt out and she drops her head down to his shoulder to hide her face in the crook of his neck. "...I'm sorry," she murmurs. It's followed by another sound that could be a sob, though she does her best to smother it against skin. E'dre doesn't say anything or move as Ben presses her face against his skin. He rests a hand calmly at the back of her head and holds her as he stares up at the ceiling. "I love you. More than I ever properly show. I'm sorry. I started all of this." He turns his face to press his lips against her hair. "I'll make it up to you. I promise." He returns to folding his arms about her in a supportive hug and closes his eyes. "No," Ebeny quietly insists, slumping down to the bed to lie more at E'dre's side than hovering over him. "I started it. I don't know what I was thinking. I wasn't thinking. I don't know why I did it. It was... as if I wasn't even me." She still doesn't lift her head, trying to conceal her expression and tears both. "I didn't mean to hurt you. And I just didn't know how to fix it or make it better, and if you were going to leave I should just let you, because it's all my fault..." "We've both been under a lot of pressure," E'dre reasons, turning on his side as he continues, "and sometimes being strained makes you make choices you wouldn't have made otherwise." He props his head in the palm of his hand as he angles his elbow to support. "I don't know. It felt good to get mad at N'rov. I don't know if it was Laurienth's flight that set me off, or the fact that he's young, or a bronzerider. When I held this knot in the past it was never for any length of time - not like it is now. And to think that all the hard work I've done, all the daily effort, will simply be handed over to someone else at the end simply because my dragon has no chance," he sighs and lowers his head back to the pillow as he tips back onto his back. "Even if Wroth does manage it. I'm not sure people would be pleased to see it solidified." He stares at the ceiling and then inches his hand closer to hers to hold. "So I attacked N'rov. And I blamed you for my stress. I am the one to blame, Ben. Not you." "...Flights aren't a good way for any kind of decision to be made," Ebeny murmurs around a hiccupping noise, finally lifting her head to reveal the tear tracks down her face. "Definitely not leadership. It isn't fair to anyone involved." She reaches down to draw the covers up over her shoulders and huddles there. "...Is it because he seems like the most likely one to take the knot?" she asks, carefully and quietly, surrendering her hand to his. "...If it is him... before... this... you would work well together, if he gave you your old knot back. And unless Taeliyth grows really fast in the next few months... she's little." There's only so long that she can argue logically in her current state, and so she ducks her head down again. "If we'd... taken more notice of each other at the 'Reaches, we could've had turns and turns before things got... difficult," she says slowly, which only sets her off all over again, for no one discernible reason. "It's how it's done," E'dre answers with a shrug and a 'so it is' twist to his lips as he looks at Ben with a softer expression. "Please don't cry," he coaxes, lifting a thumb out to brush at the tears tracking down her face. "I hate seeing you cry." Further mention of N'rov and the size of Taeliyth has him shaking his head. "I won't take my old knot back. Not right away, and only if the next Weyrleader is worth giving that much of myself to. I may see if I can't lead a wing. But, no. It may be time to focus my energies on other things." He tips forward then to press his lips between her brows and then to the tip of her nose. "You probably hated me when we were at Reaches. I was an insufferable ass. More than I am now," he teases, "and you needed someone else then." Another hiccupping noise precedes, "I didn't hate anyone, then. I wasn't anyone, then." But Ebeny does her best to suppress any further tears, partly by pressing herself against her weyrmate again. "I guess... if you can't respect the next man to get the knot, then that's that. I don't want assistants who I can't get along with, or who don't really want their knots. It's a little the same." If not exactly completely. "I'm sorry," she says again. "I must be letting too much of her," Laurienth, "in. I didn't think there'd be much harm in it... if it was just going to be her and me." "Stop apologizing," E'dre murmurs, gathering her up in his arms to hold. "I could say the same about Wroth. He's gone from this apathetic prick of a dragon to one that has aspirations. He likes the status too much." He shakes his head and sighs. "But enough of them. Enough of apologies." He presses his lips into her hair. "Let's find something else to do. And leave our worries for another day. They're unlikely to rouse in enough time to leave the Weyr for the day. But when we're in here... no one will come knocking and bothering." He shifts, moving to tip her chin up so he can place a gentle kiss against them. "We don't have to do anything but this," he tells her, "for a few hours yet." "Then maybe you should let Wroth do what he wants to do." When the time arrives. She's evidently mostly, or perhaps wilfully, oblivious to the hypocrisy of her comment, in more than the fact that Ebeny leaves it well enough alone and allows herself to be distracted by E'dre's encouragement the more he argues by way of words and lips. She's more controlled now in how she reaches for him, mindful to try and avoid what marks she's already left behind, and conscious of what the wall has done to her back. Rather than drape herself back over him, she lies back and coaxes him over her, intent on forgetting anything but reasons to stay in bed for the foreseeable future. E'dre is more than willing to follow Ben's coaxing as he continues to keep a steady stream of kisses up to encourage this shift between them. Her earlier mention of Reaches draws E'dre to remember other times that they were in the flight weyr and he's careful in his lovemaking, taking the time to relish every inch of her as if this time were fleeting between them. He's mindful of the marks on him and more so of any that are obvious on her. Careful and slow, he teases her from any further thoughts until both of them find satisfaction. How long they linger after, what they may or may not discuss, seems to be dependent upon Ben's wishes. E'dre's contentment radiates from him when they finally do leave, with his hand firmly in hers, as they return to their own weyr. |
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