Logs:Two Feet
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| RL Date: 21 July, 2014 |
| Who: Aishani, N'rov |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr, Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Aishani still doesn't like that N'rov's still at Southern, so she's stopped visiting him; he's lucky she doesn't go all Lysistrata. N'rov rediscovers that Aishani has two feet. |
| Where: Aishani and Iesaryth's Weyr, HRW |
| When: Day 24, Month 4, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: E'ten/Mentions, Resten/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Backdated and posted late. |
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| Though post-Iesaryth's flight, when N'rov'd been too sick to go and Aishani was still feeling bad about that, she was almost overly accommodating about visiting him and making sure things were all okay, there's a point where she stops coming down to Southern entirely. It could be due to the change in weather and the fact that it's just dull and muddy at High Reaches instead of cold and snowy, or she could be trying to make a point; either way she doesn't say much about it, just... doesn't visit. Tonight, at least, the air is pleasant and clear as Iesaryth sits on her ledge and watches as usual, and Aishani sits inside by the fire, unlacing high boots. Mud, which somehow doesn't coat N'rov's boots when he returns to the queen's territory; either he's recently wiped them off, Aishani's shared her personal mud-repelling leather treatment, or that's what shortcuts are for. Vhaeryth's low rumble presages the bronzerider's first step onto the ledge, gaining him a quick grin and a slap on the foreleg; Iesaryth gets an unhurried rub around one paw's talons, one he hadn't attended to when they'd arrived a couple hours earlier. N'rov doesn't delay further, though, heading into the weyr; when he spots Shani, "Busy day?" Mud doesn't seem to have gotten too far into the weyr proper, so she must do something. Iesaryth's quiet greeting for N'rov deepens into a croon of appreciation as she stretches her paw and talons wide. If he's going to do it, she might as well make sure he gets all the good spots. Her mood doesn't really need improving - does it ever? - but she flops down against Vhaeryth with a pleased sigh once his rider's moved on. There's always the hope that the gold will mellow Shani out, though she doesn't seem too bad right now, just paused with laces in fingers, clearly expecting him. "Busy enough," she replies, with a shrug. "Did you get yourself into any trouble in the meantime?" "Nothing that requires reparations, let's say." N'rov flicks a grin at her before spending a few seconds on his own lower, easier boots; padding the rest of the way towards Aishani, he reaches for her less-loosened boot. His lifemate certainly seems comfortable with hers, and with being flopped against; after the first couple times he'd seen her since the flight, he's stopped sniffing as though she might smell of some other bronze. The lack of sniffing is taken much better by Iesaryth; it's not all that impolite, but it's weird and makes her vaguely uncomfortable. She probably doesn't smell much like another bronze. Much. There's a brief, sharp laugh for his reply, and though there's something a bit subdued about Aishani, she nods. "Good. I don't know that anyone could be convinced to pay them." When he reaches for the other boot, she points her toe and considers, then holds one long leg out to let him untie it. She stops with the other boot, leans back in her seat, dark eyes watching. "How have you been?" Vhaeryth is good with keeping it that way. N'rov is good with supporting Aishani's ankle on his forearm, her calf in his spread hand; at least, since her boots have only the sensible sort of heel, he's less likely to get impaled too soon. He takes his time with actually undoing the laces, watching her expression as he prolongs the process rather than diving for some goal, despite the pleasant shortness of her skirt. "Tolerable. I'm debating how much longer I can get away with not viewing E'ten's offspring. Have you an opinion? I'm told it has the usual number of legs, for what that's worth." There's a faint smile for the care he's taking with the laces - apparently, Aishani's not bothered with N'rov taking time, settling back in the chair. Her gaze flickering between her boot and him, "On offspring, or on how long you can get away with it?" She's silent for a long moment, her foot flexing so her toes press his bicep briefly as she stares there. To her credit, there's no edge in her voice, but she does tell him flatly, as she looks up, "I didn't expect you'd get away with even this long. I don't like it." At least she's being honest, not pulling away to sulk and drag it all out. N'rov doesn't mistake her, not even in jest; his fingers slide deftly between laces and leather, leather and leggings, as he works. "I didn't expect I would either," he says frankly. "It'll be over soon. Fort's in a better place to go back to, now." Those fingers probably help. It's difficult for Shani to be that angry with him when his hand is on her leg just so, and though he's not quite undressing her, it's close enough to put sharp intent in her gaze as she watches him. It's enough that she doesn't jump right on 'soon', actually listens. But she does ask, "When is 'soon'? And this is I hear. Lingerie parties. I suppose all is well." "Lingerie parties. They never have the right sort of thing to flatter me," N'rov says in a deadpan sort of way. Less so, as he undoes upper laces further so that he can extend the loosening down and down and down, "A seven, maybe. I've had a couple people keeping an eye on my weyr, but there's something to be said for getting back before the crowds have all gone. Not like Southern ever gets cold, but with it getting colder and Fort getting warmer, finally, that's a good thing." "The weavers never do concern themselves with men in that department, do they. Should I commission something?" Shani considers N'rov, head canted, like she's considering what he'd look good in. His answer raises fine brows, perhaps out of surprise that it's that soon, that easy. Slouching down in her seat in such a way that the hem of her short skirt inches up her thighs, she echoes, "Finally. Would you like me to take a look? I haven't done my shopping yet, and I promised to stop by for the lingerie. If it's more than two sevens, I'm coming to take your things home." With or without him. "I trust you," N'rov remarks, though it does come with a smirk. He's got a dismissive wave for the prospect of her stealing his things, but after a more appreciative glance to the results of her slouch, he looks back down at his work. As he eases the boot past her ankle, "I really think you should take a look. It's your duty, is it not, to examine such things for quality control." He lifts a brow at her. "That is, you're shopping for yourself and not the Weyr?" Pointing freed toes prettily, eyes bright, "Trust me to do what, exactly?" Aishani has something of a displeased moue for the dismissive wave, but contents herself with noting, as he appreciates his view, "If I take your things, I take all of this too." Not that she hasn't sort of done that already, but apparently it could be worse than just no visits. "I meant I could look in on your weyr, but you're right, it is my duty to ensure that no one's passing off last season's wares this season." As for the Weyr, she has a derisive sound. "Fashion is lost on these people." In answer, N'rov runs his thumbnail slowly, slowly up her sole from heel to those very toes. "Be yourself. Which reminds me... should I ask where, exactly," just as leisurely with the word, "you'd take my things to? They would be lost on these people, too." She doesn't make a sound as he draws that nail from heel to toes, but slowly, slowly flexes her foot with the motion, the breath she takes in as slow, but deep. Dark gaze still focused only on him, his every motion, "If I told you where they were, what use would they be as collateral? I'd have to find other ways to lure you back." This time the progression is slower yet, but it's the pad of his thumb with the strong bone behind it, pressing into her arch. "Such a hardship," N'rov commiserates. "Luckily," still he looks back at her, "we both know you never run short of lures." This time, Shani allows a soft intake of breath, lashes lowering, thumb's pressure along muscles she didn't even know were tensed. "I don't tend to," she agrees, lips curving up into a faint smile, there and gone. "But you're too used to some of them." She's probably too used to his being too used to some of them. Even so, she taps her other, booted foot lightly. She has another foot? N'rov glances at the boot in question as though noticing it for the first time. "That just means you need to give me a larger helping," he says easily. "Do you want to get yourself unlaced there, too? I'd have to stop this." It could be quite the conundrum, but he leaves the decision to his girl. A whole other leg! "Is that how it works? Not withholding, like with your things?" Though Aishani presumably has the control to do so, she hasn't ever exercised it with him. Looking up at him from behind a veil of lashes, she considers, then draws her other leg up so she can loosen the boot around her ankle and kick it off carelessly; her other foot points too, but her toe makes a slow trail up his leg, his thigh. "Precisely," and N'rov awards Aishani a grin. Equally presumably, he's made it worth her while to keep her control for other areas; now, while giving her dance of the two veils the intensive attention it deserves, he reaches slowly for that second foot. After all, she's sacrificed her precious boot for him, even if it's not one of those with the highest of heels. With a purse of lips, as if she's not quite sure she's buying what he's selling, Shani considers N'rov again with her little head-tilt, mirroring that grin as he reaches for her foot; she feigns pulling it away at the last second, then slides it easily back into his grasp. Lightly, "Do what you say you will, and you won't have to worry about either." Gaze flickering from trapped feet back up to grey eyes, "I seem to be at your mercy. At least, my feet." He chuckles. "No worrying allowed." Or, at least, not aloud. With that, N'rov goes down onto one knee, the better to apprehend Shani's ankles as well. Next might even be her knees. She won't stop him. At the ankles, anyway. "You don't look worried." Aishani could certainly try to worry N'rov. She could retake her ankles and feet before he gets much further and make demands, or she could (maybe) rouse Iesaryth to provide excuses. But she reaches out instead, leaning forward to touch his cheek, draw him in closer with a caress along his jawline, a feather-light touch to his lips. He can have her knees, her thighs, and anything else he likes. No matter how she tries to play it, he already does. |
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