Logs:Credit Where Credit Is Due
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| RL Date: 4 November, 2013 |
| Who: Jo, R'hin |
| Type: Log |
| What: Morning after the Hatching feast, and Jo indulges R'hin in getting to know her. And vice versa. |
| Where: Jo's weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 23, Month 2, Turn 33 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: K'del/Mentions, M'kris/Mentions, Oriane/Mentions, S'rist/Mentions, Taikrin/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: It's Jo. Expect the crass. |
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| Whether it was a Hatching feast or not, no one was really all that surprised that Jo wasn't found during the rest of it for the remainder of the evening. Perhaps with her even leaving with R'hin, it set some tongues wagging. Still, with morning comes the wily and very naked bluerider stretching under the covers against him, her eyes still closed and some of the covers covering up the majority of scars that adorn her arms and torso. Tacuseth is watching the skies from his little wallow, the blue stretching in much the same way as his rider as she begins to wake. It's early -- though perhaps not so early for one used to Monaco's timezone. Still, R'hin doesn't seem to be in any great hurry to leave: he's awake, stretching an arm comfortably over Jo's waist to draw her closer. "Don't have early morning drills, do you? Don't think Taikrin's that much of a task master after a feast," he murmurs into her ear, amused. Leiventh's been awake for some time, perched on the rim as if to catch the morning sun, his thoughts as ever guarded and cool by nature rather than reflection of his mindset. Jo must be more awake than she's letting on; R'hin's arm moving about her getting her shoulders to move her into something more comfortable. There's a slight shake of her head as her eyes remain closed before she says, "No, not her. Even if she did, none of that crowd would show. We party hard." She permits a lazy smile to that, her chin lifting a little on his chest to add, "You? The folks ya came with." His wing? One can be sure, too, that despite Tacuseth's silence that he's as much watching the foreign bronze, too. Ever-curious but not openly so. "Glad to hear Glacier hasn't changed that much since I lead it," R'hin murmurs, though that probably gives hint as to his age, the bronzerider doesn't seem particularly perturbed at the age difference. "If they've not found places to crash, they've headed home. I don't imagine Oriane stayed, nor... M'kris." A hint of something a bit more intent at that name, a subtle heat that's gone a beat later when he says, "So... I have you for a morning, at least?" His hand strays, exploring her skin at the thoughtful murmur. There's a warm chuckle on Glacier - a fondness perhaps heard from Jo on her wing before she answers with, "Yer sayin' the wing's always been a rowdy sort?" That could be rhetorical, even. She only moves her head a bit to eye his expression at the pause given, R'hin getting her study as she says to his last, "Mmm, at least," accompanied with a signature crooked grin. "I....needed this, darlin'," she admits a bit more quietly. "Not just the, ya know...." And her head lifts and gestures sideways to indicate the physical closeness between them. "Ya know. Thanks, and all that. This is likely the only time ya'll see me get sentimental, by the way." "Not so much before I got a hold of it -- S'rist was particularly... traditional." R'hin makes that somehow sound more like a curse than anything. "Not overly his fault -- he was a Weyrleader during Threadfall. He couldn't let go of that." The bronzerider grins in return to hers, propping his head up on one elbow to better catch her expression; his other hand continues to brush against her skin lightly. "I enjoyed it, too. And, if this is you sentimental--" he exhales sharply his hand lifting to fan himself briefly, impish grin appearing. "I should take advantage of it while I can. Tell me your life story, all your darkest secrets and desires, and... oh, I don't know, your favorite color, I guess." Hearing the tint of distaste in R'hin's voice, "Yer not a fan of the traditional, too, huh?" Jo gives into a short chuckle. "I hear ya. A whole lotta that been goin' on around here. I tend to see things....unconventionally, myself." Arms overlap in front of her to prop up under her chin, the flexing of muscle under her skin where he lightly caresses her. The grin grows at his response on her sentimentality as she continues to study him and his dramatics. "Shit, that could take well into next turn," she notes on life stories and dark secrets. "Most that wanna get me out of my leathers don' wanna hear none of that anyway. Might spoil the mystery that is me." She sounds so serious, really. "But my favorite color?" Lips twist briefly as she plays giving that some thought before she answers with, "I like violet. Might be a sissy-ass color, but the sky sometimes get like that'n I like it, so," there's a light shrug. "Never much been," R'hin allows, without a trace of apology. "Didn't sit too well with those used to the old ways, must say. Made more enemies than friends in my time here, I think." Her words make him chuckle darkly, as he tells her, "So I hear. It's why I made a point of finding you." Maybe it's genuine; maybe he's just saying it to make himself sound more omniscient: it could go either way with R'hin. "Mm. That's the stuff that fascinates me the most," he replies, though he doesn't press when she doesn't offer. "Violet?" he echoes, actually surprised at that. "We get sunsets like that in Monaco in summer; you should come and see one some time." "Is that why ya left here? The Reaches?" A brow lifts a bit at R'hin, and Jo draws a hand to lightly caress his chest. "Too many memories? Bad reputations? I've heard about ya." Either she did right when they met or she heard talk at the feast. To his finding her, "Or maybe ya heard I seem to have a thing for bronzeriders," she drawls that out, amusement heard in her voice. "I do seem to have a hard time stayin' away. Wonder why that is." And then he's fascinated, and brows lift a bit at that in the pause before she gives with a flat hand to his chest, "Uh-huh. Go on and ask, then, but I warn. Deep, dark secrets and desires come with a price." Her tone is sultry with just that hint of danger in her smile - the invitation for him to indulge in her decadence if he wishes to. On her choice of color, she inclines her head in his surprise and remarks, "Violet. I'd love to check out Monaco's sunset, actually. Someday, I will, darlin'." "Amongst other reasons. Sometimes ideals do more harm than good, especially after -- Thread returned," R'hin's voice is light enough that it seems deliberately casual, almost dismissive -- but then it's rare to find riders who don't talk of Thread with a particular tone. "Hey, hey, hey. Don't try and rewrite history. You seduced me, you temptress," he says, with an amused chuckle as he looks down at her hand, then back to her face. His brow quirks upwards at that sultry tone, a glimmering of pale eyes suggesting he's definitely intrigued. "Sounds like a price worth paying. Tell me then: what made you come to High Reaches in particular? What made you stand?" The latter makes him grin, briefly, but his gaze and attention is on her expression, waiting for her answer. Thread. Jo's expression sobers a bit at that, nodding a few times with her piercing gaze staying on him. "Sometimes they're just not ready," she states then on that, seeming to know. "Taikrin could agree." The smirk appears on seduction, the hand resuming exploration over his chest as she says, "So I should take credit for this seduction? Mmhm. I was mindin' my own business until ya came along, sir." But there's questions, and strangely enough, they're not ones that she answers quickly, either. She seems to be considering him and her answer in the pause, and when she finally does answer him, her chin lifting up a bit, "Needed a place to call home," comes first and rather matter-of-factly. "Haven' had one in turns, since I've gotten out. Weyrs take in anybody, right? Even ex-convicts with no pot of their own to piss in." She rolls her shoulders a bit in a shrug before adding in regards to the second question, "K'del Searched me. Why not? What did I have to lose?" It's so smooth. Rehearsed? Natural? It could be very hard to tell. If there's anything to detect on if there's more to her story on both questions, one would probably also detect that she's seasoned enough that getting the full truth would be a challenge. While she speaks, R'hin's hand trails along her skin, up along her arm, lingering briefly on the scars he finds there without a change of expression, before trailing down her back. "You can take credit. Though I'd like to think I contributed somewhat to the... outcome." He's amused, eyes glittering, easy expression lingering in the pause while she comes up with words: he's patient, not pushing her for an answer, waiting. When she answers, he has her full attention, his gaze intent: "It was somewhere just to be, then. And now?" "I'll give credit where credit's due, then," Jo is all teeth, her cockiness in the set of that smile. "I'm not one to break a man's ego unless it suits me." Her tease can be as infectious as her smiles. Turning to the question, the scars on her arms a myriad of fades due to time and the way they healed, "Now, I have a home," she answers with a look about her weyr, lingering on the walls. "Now, I have Tacuseth. Now, I have folks that look to me. I have friends. Think I did pretty well for a brat that could've been a guard down in Keogh, that ended up locked up. My old home? None of them would even recognize me now. Who were ya, before the Weyr?" she asks him now. "Oh, you wound me, temptress," R'hin responds, amusement in his voice still, "To think that my ego is that fragile. I know I'm a bronzerider, but..." of course, he can't help but echo her smile. She mentions Keogh, and this time there's a faint twitch of a reaction: interest, maybe? But he doesn't dwell on it: his hand brushes over her skin again, lingering on the scars that echo his own, though he has others that she possibly doesn't -- things that can only be thread scarring. His voice sounds more distracted, now. "Before," he exhales, "I wasn't much of anything. High Reaches... she took away many things from me, but gave me so much more in return. I'll be forever grateful to her for that." He talks of her like one might speak of an old, dear friend: with fond remembrance and warmth. It doesn't take him long to seek to distract her again, though, with an impish grin: "Leiventh says I have another hour or so before we're expected to make an appearance at Monaco. What do you think we should do with that time?" Her chuckle threaded with intent, "Oh, I am definitely a temptress, darlin," Jo is more than happy to agree with that assessment. She does catch that twitch made on naming Keogh, but it seems for now, she doesn't question it. For now, she caresses and studies this man and the way he speaks - and what he speaks of. "The Reaches have an uncanny way of doin' that," she seems to agree with his answer, her voice open and easy. "And, the fact that ya say ya weren' much of anythin' speaks to the contrary to me." Fingers lift to brush his chin with that pointed look, but his next seems to allow her to be distracted since she answers him with a look that grazes over him. "An hour, huh?" she muses slowly before meeting his gaze. "Well. In light of bein' a gracious host," and she sits up, letting the sheet fall to her lap, "we can fuck and then I can get ya fed before ya go. Sounds like a deal to ya?" There's no holding back with this woman when it comes to modesty. "Sometimes understatement is merely just a statement," R'hin replies easily. He's shrugging it off, but the casual demeanor doesn't linger: a dark chuckle follows her bold statement, clearly unused to it and intrigued both. "I like the way you think," Jo's bared to the waist and he's not letting it go waste, either, pale gaze admiring the view for a moment before he pushes to a seated position himself, drawing her closer with a hand behind her neck, "And especially your priorities," he murmurs a second before he bends to find her mouth with his. Jo clearly likes being watched, as shown by the way she doesn't cover herself from his gaze. She grins all the more to R'hin's comments, leaning towards him as he sits up before she quips back, "I don' believe in wastin' time, pussy-footin' around the very things we're gonna end up doin' anyway," is her excuse for her mouth, it seems, her cheekiness quick to come to the fore. Then his mouth is there and her aggression takes over, her wiry body pressing up against his as her fingers find firm purchase on his back. Just like her words, she certainly doesn't waste any good time. |
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K'zin (K'zin (talk)) left a comment on Wed, 06 Nov 2013 17:38:32 GMT.
< Ahaha! This was so fun! Okay, I'm still in pursuit of becoming a Better Comment Leaver, so things I specifically liked (I took notes!):
I enjoyed the glimpses of Glacier present (through Jo) and past (through R'hin). That Jo being sentimental is Jo saying thanks and she needed it cracks me up. <3 Jo. Really fun to hear R'hin talk about how things were with S'rist (especially since the only things I know about HRW from that on-camera time period is from logs and recaps, neat to see it mentioned in RP), also about who R'hin was before the Weyr and Jo's doubt about his answer. That R'hin's ego is not that fragile even though he's a bronzerider, so much fun! K'zin clearly needs to add R'hin to his list of mentors. And this is getting long, so briefly I really liked the back and forth exchanges about who seduced whom and how the credit is divided, Jo's secrets and her mystery and R'hin being interested anyway, and Jo's favorite color and the Monaco sunsets.
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