Logs:Drunken Overtures
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| RL Date: 8 June, 2014 |
| Who: H'vier, Tayte, Yvalia |
| Type: [[Concept:{{{type}}}|{{{type}}}]] |
| What: Havi's drunk. He still has Tayte's keys. He wants her to take him back. He scares Yvalia along the way. Good times all 'round! |
| Where: Tayte's Rooms, Vintner Hall |
| When: Day {{{day}}}, Month {{{month}}}, Turn {{{turn}}} ({{{IP}}} {{{IP2}}}) |
| Mentions: Fayla/Mentions, K'del/Mentions, Oliwer/Mentions, Tahvra/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Angst-ish, a little. No sex. No, seriously. Back-dated. |
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| If someone doesn't see this coming, they probably haven't been paying attention. Reisoth probably told H'vier that he is an idiot, but that's not particularly unusual. Maybe he didn't even bring him here tonight. Or maybe he did. His rider's lapses in intelligent judgment can be downright fascinating. However he got here, H'vier ends up at Tayte's door. It's not a silent affair, him scratching at the knob with his key before pounding on it when he can't quite make it work and then finally getting it right and letting himself inside. Once he is inside, the bronzerider is more quiet, like he doesn't realize how much noise he's made letting himself in. It's late enough for children to be asleep, maybe even Tayte, but not nearly late enough for drunk bronzeriders to have yet passed out. It is late enough for children to be in bed, and that is why the few-months-shy-of-seven-turns-old Yvalia is in her nightgown when she appears in her doorway, peeking out from behind the frame. The banging must have awoken her, though oddly there's no movement from Tayte and Tahvra's door across the hall. "Uncle Havi?" the hallway is dim, maybe that's why she's not sure. But, really, how many other 6'5" giants are going to come through their door, especially at this sort of hour. H'vier doesn't notice Yvalia right away while he's closing the door behind him with somewhat more care than he came in with. His gaze is tilted in the direction of Tayte's door, after all, with what's probably a single-minded intention. So it takes him a moment to focus on the girl in the other direction, in the dim light when she says his name. "Hey, kiddo. Shouldn't you be in bed?" he asks as he moves through the hallway with a hand against the wall for support before crouching down outside her door. The little girl moves a hand to touch her bedtime braid, the one that's come over her shoulder. Like her mother's, and yet unlike, a little lighter in shade and one, rather than two. She's a little hesitant. Not afraid, just uncertain. "I heard a noise." Vali tugs her braid a bit. "Are-- are you supposed to be here, Uncle Havi?" There's confusion on her face, and a glance is given toward her mother's still closed door. "Of course I'm supposed to be here. Did your mother tell you differently? She's not been thinking right." Just in case she did, undermining her sanity seems like a good idea. H'vier glances past Yvalia toward her bed before he makes a gesture in that direction. "Everything's fine." Excuse the slur he's trying to hide. "Go on to bed. It's late." He even waits, crouched down, for her to do just that. "She said you weren't going to come around anymore, except to see Tavi. Like Daddy did with me." Because this is now a normal sort of occurrence in this family. Vali shifts back just a little bit. "And she said we weren't going to live with you after all. She said sometimes things just don't work out." Vali must be quoting. There's another glance toward her mother's door but the little girl doesn't move back toward her bed just yet. "Is that true?" Is it too dim for her to see the way his face darkens almost violently when she mentions K'del like that? "No," says H'vier after a moment. "No, that's not true. Now go to bed." He probably doesn't mean to sound angry when he says that, but he kind of does. And this time he doesn't wait for her to do as he says before he's rising back to full height and heading for Tayte's door. Maybe it isn't, with the way Vali takes a half-step back into her room, fleeing and slamming the door after the angry instruction. At least she didn't shout, 'You're not my real Dad!' So, there's that. Just as her door slams, there's a sudden cry from within Tayte's room: Tavi. With the magic of infants selective hearing, the pounding of her father on the outer door didn't wake her, where a simple slam of her sister's caused this. Tayte's voice can only be heard once the door is opened, soft and comforting. "It's alright, sweetheart. Everything's okay. You can go back to sleep." The mother is sitting up in the bed, silky nightgown of some light coloration, one hand stroking the tot's back in the bed they share. Of course, this is before Tayte notices the door. H'vier stands in the doorway for several moments, watching Tayte and their daughter in silence while he can. It's not the sort of thing he wants to end too quickly, but like all good things, it does. He steps inside and closes the door behind him. One might think he'd have something to say, but no. He just steps with deliberate care, so as not to fall over, to the end of Tayte's bed. By the time H'vier is stepping in, Tahvra is already starting to snooze again. Tayte's gasp when she realizes they're not alone, however, makes her startle and Tayte forces her attention away from H'vier back to their daughter, soothing her once more. Some moments later when the nearly one turn old is falling back asleep, the blonde slides from the bed. Probably the last thing in the world Tayte wants to do is what she does next, but that's the lot of the responsible parent. In the interest of letting Tahvra sleep, Tayte steps to the end of the bed where H'vier stands, pressing one finger to her lips, takes his hand and pulls gently to try to lead him out of the bedroom and down the short corridor to the living space. The bronzerider watches as Tayte settles Tahvra back to sleep. And it's mostly the baby girl that his gaze is settled on. He might be a horrible shit of a man at times, but he loves his daughter and the overindulgence in alcohol tonight has made it really hard for him to keep a neutral face. Even so, once they're clear of the door and not at so much risk of waking Tavi back up, H'vier is resisting her gentle leading, trying to pull Tayte back toward him to press her against the wall so he can kiss her. Tayte probably should've seen this coming and taken preventative measures, like eating too much garlic at dinner, but she didn't. More importantly, she doesn't even see the predictable maneuvering coming. But then she did just wake up. So she ends up between H'vier and the wall, but when he leans to kiss her, her head turns to the side. And it will keep moving if he tries to course correct, making it very difficult to kiss her, shy of holding her chin in place. "Please," murmurs H'vier in a low, earnest voice. "I miss you." He isn't moving to let her go just yet, but he doesn't forcibly hold her head still, either. It would be a lie to say that doesn't pull on Tayte's heartstrings. Of course it does. But fool her once shame on Havi, fool her twice... "Please let me go." It's soft, probably out of deference to the sleeping children whose rooms they're still entirely too close to for yelling. "You don't love me like you should." That's the second thing, equally soft in delivery, and well, a little heart-broken. If H'vier was more sober, it could be thought that he's keeping them somewhere she isn't as likely to yell at him on purpose. But it's probably just coincidence. Especially since, after a long moment of decision, he does let her go. "I love you more than anything, Tayte." His dragon probably doesn't count. "You went with her." This is point one as Tayte eases off the wall and takes a step toward the living space. "You don't love me more than sex." That's the conclusion of point one. Point two, "You said terrible things to me. How am I supposed to forget that?" Or the first point for that matter. H'vier follows because he would follow her anywhere right now. And because what else is he going to do? "I do, though. I love you more than anything." Maybe she didn't hear him the first time. "I didn't mean what I said, baby. I was angry. And stupid. I'm sorry." Tayte walks backwards, in that case, one hand trailing the wall to tell her when she's reached the open space. "I slept with you for the first time since Ista after a Hraedhyth's first flight. Maybe you're just the first dick that happened by and so I bent over for you, and maybe we just let it get too far after that." That's not at all how it went down, but nevermind that. Clearly, his words from after the flight have stuck with her. "You have no idea how happy it's made me to be that dick." Also other feelings. But H'vier will just focus on the happy right now. Once they're in the living space, he's trying to get close to her again, even trying to kiss her again before he remembers that didn't go very well only moments ago. "We should be together. I want to be with you. I want you with me." That whole living together thing. At his attempt to get close, she's backing away and using her hands to try to push him away, albeit it's a little half hearted because Tayte makes terrible life decisions. "I thought we should. I gave up everyone for you." But her expression is hurt and troubled and she's shaking her head. "You'll only hurt me again. I already gave you a second chance and you broke your promise to me, Havi." "I wasn't thinking." That does seem to be a problem H'vier has on occasion. Hopefully it's not hereditary or Tahvra is probably screwed between the two of them. The bronzerider stays at arm's length for now, but he lifts a hand to one of hers to hold it against him. "Give me another chance, baby. Please. I'll do anything you want. Anything." She's definitely screwed if it's hereditary. But it doesn't mean Tavi won't have her moment's just like Tayte does. After a very long, very thoughtful pause in which Tayte looks up at him, she says, "Remember my ten questions?" The ones she hasn't used up yet? "I want ten tasks that I can ask and you will do no matter what it is. Once you've done all ten, I'll move in with you. And they won't be easy." She doesn't try to reclaim her hand from H'vier just now, but she is nailing him with a look, "And you'll write this down and sign it lest you don't remember come morning." What kind of bartender would she be if she didn't recognize an into-his-cups Havi when she sees one. H'vier is drunk. But he's not so drunk that he doesn't look a little suspicious about this idea, even if he also looks a little hopeful. "What sorts of tasks?" Possibly not the best question to ask when his relationship to the woman he claims to love more than anything is on the line. Maybe he just wants to make sure they aren't impossible. "You said anything. Are you taking that back?" Tayte asks, starting to pull her hand away. No spoilers, Havi! "No," H'vier says that quickly. Because he means it. "I'll do anything. I will. So long as it's something I can actually do. I don't want you telling me to fly to the Red Star and back knowing it's not something I could do." When she starts to pull her hand away, he doesn't try to stop it. Instead he tries again to get closer, to wrap an arm around her waist and pull her against him. "Nothing you cannot actually do." Tayte promises, trying to step back, but a little slow and one arm gets around her, though she leans back against it. "And on top of it you can't be with any other women between now and whenever you finish." Presumably, Tayte might put out. Maybe. In the meantime. If only because she probably knows that would be impossible if she didn't. One arm is half the battle. It gives him hope. "Not now and forever?" Clearly H'vier intends to finish this list, but he's not really getting the implication that he could sleep with other women after he finishes. But at least he's pointing it out! "I could use a taste to remind me what I'm missing." If Tayte is expecting better lines, she's giving chances to the wrong man. "Of course you can't sleep with other women once you finish." That was not the intended implication and Tayte is trying to pull herself away, probably as much because of that as because of one of H'vier's worse come ons. If anything, that helps give her a little more actual thought. "Maybe this is a mistake." Maybe??? "No!" That's emphatic, though he doesn't actually raise his voice enough to bother either of the girls. Hopefully. "No. It's not a mistake." Which, you know, of course he'd say that. H'vier definitely doesn't want to let her go, either. There's a clumsy attempt at actually lifting her up against him and a general motion toward the loveseat. The clumsy movement results in a squeak of surprise. Between his clumsiness and her resistance, that involves a lot of wiggling around, Tayte ends up on the floor, thankfully not coming there from so great a height. "Havi!" She scolds, intensely, if softly. Then she's crawling away, trying to get enough distance to find her feet again. With Tayte on the floor, H'vier is down on his knees trying to grab at her again in a way that's probably way sexier in his head than it actually ends up being. The quick change in position makes his head spin, though, and once she's moved too far away for him to bother with, he rolls onto his back, murmuring, "C'mon, baby." And since that's likely not going to work anyway, he starts feeling around his pockets for his flask. It's bound to be somewhere. Tayte does get out of the way and stand, brushing off her nightgown as she does. She's frowning as she turns to look down at him. Then a sad smile as she watches him search. "Let me help," she offers kindly. It means she'll pat him down. He wanted that, right? It's not really for the flask that she's looking of course. No, it's the keys. She'll slip those into her hand. If Havi was sober, he'd probably still be hard-pressed to catch the palming of them. And if she finds the flask? She'll give it to him. It's the least she can do. "If you're staying, love, you have to take off your boots. You know how I feel about dirt getting tracked everywhere." As Tayte searches him, H'vier reaches for one of her arms while she's leaned over him. He doesn't do anything like try to pull her down, though. He lifts her hand toward his mouth to kiss that since he can't kiss her and says, "I love you, Tayte," then lets her go again. As for his boots, "Can you help me?" Now that he's laying down, sitting up seems like such a chore. Never mind he'll probably find a way to still drink from the flask she lets him keep. "And I love you, Havi." She says it with a resigned sigh. "This wouldn't be so hard if I didn't." Tayte moves to carefully unlace his boots, taking the socks too. He'll be warm enough here on the floor without them. She moves to feed the fire more wood to be certain. Finally, she'll glide down onto her knees beside him. The bronzerider is already looking like he's having some trouble staying conscious. Maybe that's to blame for his lack of gratitude for her help. H'vier is with it enough to smile at her, at least, when she kneels beside him. "I don't want this to be over. I need you." He's probably not going to remember saying this stuff. "No, you don't." It comes softly after the sigh that heralds it. "You've never needed me, H'vier. I've just liked pretending that you did." Tayte mightn't look so sad and resigned if she didn't feel it was so very true. She reaches down a hand to brush his hair back from his forehead before leaning forward to kiss his brow lightly. "I'll always love you, Havi. I just can't be with you anymore." H'vier watches Tayte, looking sort of sad and pathetic laying on the ground like he is. He probably doesn't agree with what she's saying, but when she leans forward to kiss his brow, he lets out a sigh, closing his eyes. And they aren't going to open again anytime soon without some outside help. Good thing he never got around to opening his flask. Once H'vier is asleep, the boots, socks and flask are confiscated and placed behind locked door along with Tayte and her daughters. Everything is very quiet after that. Ushering the girls out in the morning to take them to the nannies is quiet, locking H'vier in as she goes. But that happens quite early. And it's still early when Tayte returns with a tray of food and a mug. Her footsteps are quiet as she moves down the short corridor to the room where she left H'vier passed out the night before. And if he's not awake yet? The tray will be placed on the table and Tayte will settle on the loveseat that is so much the same and yet so different from the one in her room at High Reaches, and she will knit, and wait. When H'vier awakens, with Tayte sitting on the loveseat, it's with a groan that suggests waking up and facing his hangover is one of the very last things he'd like to do right now. But his eyes are open, so staying unconscious probably isn't going to happen. The bronzerider isn't quick to get up, instead looking around the room that isn't entirely familiar from this angle. Once his head tilts enough for Tayte to come into view, he pauses, brows furrowing like he doesn't understand why she's here. Or maybe he just doesn't remember where he is. At the groan, Tayte looks first up from her knitting and then back down, no doubt finding a good place to stop in her line. When Havi's eyes find her, she's performing the no doubt by now familiar process of pausing in her crafting. She sets the yarn aside; it's a thick yarn and of a charcoal color, much too muted to be something she's making for herself, but it's not unlike other things she's made before for him. It might easily be a usual quiet morning for them, except for the angle, and the hangover. The blonde slips gracefully off the couch and moves over to the table, plucking up the mug from the tray. She moves to the bronzerider's side and sinks down onto her knees. "Here," her voice is kept hushed and she offers the drink which is almost certainly Tayte's hangover cure. It's not a complete cure, of course, but it helps. He's trying to sit up when Tayte kneels beside him, holding his head with one hand like maybe it might help keep it from actually exploding. H'vier eyes the mug for a moment before taking in from her. He doesn't ask what it is, probably assuming, or whether or not there's anything extra in it that he really shouldn't be drinking. He just drinks, a sip at a time, in silence. Tayte's hands retreat to her knees after handing off the mug, fingers curling nervously under into loose fists that can hide them. She waits, her ocean gaze flitting between his face and anywhere else. Once he's got some sips in him, she forces her eyes to linger on his face. "There's breakfast on the table, when you're ready. Might be a little cool by now." It's said softly, as before, as one sensitive to truly awful hangovers. She could be making all of this awful for him, but she isn't. Maybe her plan is to kill him with kindness. (Muwahahahaha.) "I'm not very hungry," he admits, looking down into the mug more than he manages to look Tayte in the eye. Judging by what he says next, though, maybe part of it is just that he doesn't entirely remember what happened to bring him here. "You didn't take me back, did you." It's not really a question. "I should go." He's not exactly hurrying to his feet yet but he does set the mug aside. "Where are my boots?" Admittedly, even if Tayte had taken him back and he'd passed out on the floor, she wouldn't have been able to do much to get him from there into the bed. But there is a small shake of her head to confirm his not-question (ignore the way her eyes are tearing up). The woman takes a slow deep breath before saying anything. When she does, she keeps the quaver out of her voice (mostly). "We need to talk, Havi." It can't be worse than it already is, can it? "The girls are with the nannies and I'm to be packing today anyway." So they have time, if he does. "Finish the drink, if you can." She encourages this gently. "It will help." It even has mint to help settle a queasy stomach. H'vier settles for now, giving up on rising as he glances from her head shake to the mug with furrowed brows. "Not sure I want to talk." Sure, he probably realizes it's not just his decision. But he could no doubt do without anything they would possibly talk about at this point. "Well, that's your choice," Tayte says softly, "But it's the fastest way to get your socks, boots, and flask back." Because it's important enough that she'll force his hand. The tone, at least, is innocent and gentle. "You took my flask?" is his first question as he uses his free hand to check its most usual places on his person. He sighs when he doesn't find it, saying, "Fine. Talk." He'll just sip at the mug so he doesn't have to do the same right now. "You dropped it." Once he was asleep. And maybe it was really more like 'wasn't holding onto it tightly' but there's no one there to argue that point. "You can't show up here like that anymore. Yvalia's old enough to understand and you scared her last night." A turn and a half ago when he'd pull this crap, Vali was younger. Things were simpler then. "I don't want her growing up afraid of you. Promise me you won't." Show up like that, drunk. He has to think back to even recall his brief interaction with Yvalia. But would him making that promise even be sincere? Has he ever kept one that he's made? H'vier probably doesn't ask himself those questions before saying, "Sure, I promise. I didn't mean to scare her." Tayte has probably already asked herself those questions in preparing for this talk, but what more can she ask? There's a deep breath taken and released. "Okay." Then she's pushing up from her knees onto her feet and she's moving off down the hall, using his keys to open the bedroom door. She vanishes for only a few moments before reappearing with his boots, socks, and flask and she brings them to his side, setting the boots with the socks tucked within and then offering down the flask. Apparently, that's the only thing she had to talk to him about. But then, she already has his keys, and those she does not offer back with the rest. The bronzerider accepts the flask and seems to consider opening it to take a drink before putting it away instead. "Is that it?" he asks as he starts to put on his socks and then his boots. "Where are my keys?" His keys. His keys. "They're not yours, Havi. They're mine. I lent them to you a while. But you've no use for them now, so I've taken them back." Tayte is trying for matter-of-fact, but her voice isn't as firm as she would like. H'vier clearly has strong feelings about this, they play uncomfortably over his face. But he continues tying up the laces of his boots instead of giving into his first impulse of protest. When his boots are situated and he's managed to get himself to his feet, his only question is, "And my daughter?" "Our daughter." Tayte corrects instantly. There's a moment for her to get that little flare of annoyance under control. She swallows. "We will parent her together, if you're willing. She'll continue to live with me as she's always done, and you can come take her for some time when you're free, and for overnights when she gets older. Like K'del does with Yvalia." If he was feeling better, the bronzerider might have more to say about that. So maybe it's best that he's a little more sensitive than usual. He must be agreeable enough to what she says because his only response is, "Fuck K'del," before he's turning away to let himself out. Tayte is tense as the big bronzerider is moving down the hall. Her eyes follow him as he goes, and ever so softly, she whispers, "I love you." Then there's a sigh just as the tears start to fall, "Damnit." Thankfully, there's no one left to see. |
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