Logs:Unforgiving

Unforgiving
"I'm sure it's just a... a misunderstanding."
RL Date: 6 June, 2015
Who: Farideh, Drex
Involves: High Reaches Weyr
Type: Log
What: After Winter Wine Brawl and Where Are Rafe's Balls, respectively, Farideh kicks Drex out.
Where: Farideh and Roszadyth's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr
When: Day 4, Month 13, Turn 37 (Interval 10)

Mentions: Itsy/Mentions




The weyr is looking in decidedly worse shape than when Farideh left it. Not only is her trunk open and the contents strewn on the floor, one of the chairs looks like it was completely crushed, wooden pieces of it shattered on the ground. There's also a wet, squishy patch on the rug, smelling distinctly of beer. Even Lady Annoying is looking off-put, grooming herself over by the hearth. Drex, for his part, is crashed out face-down on the bed, shirt half bunched up like he tried to pull it off, displaying the rapidly forming bruises there. It has been an extraordinary day -- from the ill-timed excursion to Fort to her personal altercation with Itsy -- and by the time Farideh makes it back to her weyr in the later evening, still smelling distinctly of wine, she looks as exhausted as she must feel. Her hands are still full of hides, clutching them to her chest, as she moves routinely from the ledge, to the outer weyr, and then stops just within the inner weyr. She looks completely flabbergasted by the destruction, stunned into immovability while she assesses the unprecedented damage. Eventually, she sets her paperwork on the sofa and goes to kneel by her trunk, gathering some of her dresses into her lap and off of the floor, looking positively crestfallen; why the dresses! It takes some time, but she puts everything back where it's supposed to be in the trunk and closes the lid. Only then, she stands, and walks towards her bedroom, not even bothering to check out the broken chair situation. And if the rest wasn't enough, there, she finds an intruder in her bed; a very unwelcome one just now. "Get up," she grounds out, pulling on one leg of his pants. "And get the fuck out." Was there snoring? There might've been snoring. It stops, abruptly, as his leg is tugged on. "Wha...?" Blearily, Drex lifts his head, trying to focus on her. "Fari, baby. Defended your honor. Come to bed." He reaches, drunkenly, towards her, trying to pull her in for a kiss. The hand that seeks to capture gets slapped at irritably, and then she moves out of reaching distance a couple paces from the bed. "Can't you hear? I said get out," Farideh snaps. And now the change of expression suggests her anger is, finally, penetrating the thick haze of Drex's drunken state. Frowning as he drops his hand, he pushes up to a seated position, running a hand through his hair. "I'll clean it all up. Promise. Was just a little fight." Unevenly, he manages to stand, waiting to get his balance before he takes a step in her direction, uncertain all of a sudden. Farideh laughs a mirthless laugh, tossing her head, to look-but-not-look at the opposite wall, and markedly not at Drex, arms folded across her chest. "Your bitch of a friend calls me a whore, throws wine in my face and threatens me with a broken bottle, and I come home and--" She flings an arm out towards the living area. "You've just managed to destroy everything." Her eyes flick back to him. "You two deserve each other. Now," she takes two steps back to his one forward, "get out. I wouldn't want her to come after me again." "What are you talking about?" Even in his drunken state it only takes Drex a few seconds to realize, "Itsy," he exhales sharply. "She did what?" His expression is, frankly, one of disbelief. "She wouldn't--" except she would, and it's obvious he knows it, too. "Look, I'll talk to her, I'm sure it's just a... a misunderstanding. And I'll replace the chair. It aint the end of the world." He sinks back onto his heels, since she keeps backpeddaling. "Just... let's just get some sleep?" All of that is so reasonable, except Farideh is way past being reasoned with, and the more he tries to placate, the more she tenses up. "No. It's not a misunderstanding. She was very clear, and now, all of this? You come to my weyr, ruin my things, break my furniture--" She holds out a hand in a gesture for him to stop talking. "Just-- go, Drex." Drex stares at her for a moment, blankly, clearly not comprehending. And then he makes a frustrated noise, turning on a heel and stalking out. There's some muttered words. (Is he talking to their cat? Is he taking their cat with him?!) and then the sound of his booted heels stamp off. Likely not even that far -- it seems the plastic covered bed of the dark, unused weyr next door will do for now. Some of the tension sags out of Farideh's shoulders when he turns and stalks out, and she shifts to lean her shoulder against the nearest wall and then her head. Every worry and frustration from the day starts to show in her face. She finally pushes away from the wall when she can't hear his footsteps anymore and goes directly to the bed, to climb under the covers. It's been that kind of day -- certainly, she'll be awake a while longer, lying with her eyes open and listening to the minute sounds of the Weyr, while her mind plays through the unforgiving memories of her day; she'll even have an ugly cry, and eventually, find her way to slumber. After she's headed off for her morning exercises with the rest of the weyrlings, it's clear someone's been by. The rug has been replaced (albeit with a perhaps slightly less decor-matching rug), and the chair, too, gone as if it was never broken. On the upside, Lady Annoying's returned from her evening of out-and-about, curled up neatly on the bed.

Comments

Itsy (01:59, 7 June 2015 (EDT)) said...

You're better off without her, Drex. Honestly you are.

Drex (02:03, 7 June 2015 (EDT)) said...

>.<

...I think I have a type. And the type is crazyeyes.

Edyis (02:07, 7 June 2015 (EDT)) said...

Edyis starts taking bets on how long it takes before they kiss and make up.

Alida (03:15, 7 June 2015 (EDT)) said...

Alida actually bets a coin, for once...*watches the who clusterfuck of Itsy/Laine/Drex/Farideh* ;)

R'van (10:19, 7 June 2015 (EDT)) said...

Not even guilty. >.>