Logs:Unconvincing
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| RL Date: 27 July, 2014 |
| Who: G'laer, Oliwer |
| Type: Log |
| What: Angry G'laer is Angry after 'talking' to Quinlys. Oliwer ... does his best. |
| Where: Supply closet nearish the Infirmary, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 14, Month 5, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Quinlys/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Back-dated. |
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| G'laer arrives with as much warning as a squall. He makes a beeline for his weyrmate, ignoring the fact that he's currently speaking to an infirmary aide. He doesn't say so much as excuse me, but the way his jaw is set and the way his eyes are explaining just how livid he is, might warn Oliwer against trying to pull free of the solid grasp the greenrider took on his wrist before dragging him toward the nearest tunnel, and the next and the next. He doesn't stop until they're practically lost and finding a small cavern used for the storage of extra cleaning supplies. When he stops, he pivots on a heel and stares at Oliwer before demanding, "Convince me not to take my dragon and find a new Weyr that'll have me." Nevermind that Teisyth doesn't waaaant to goooo! Oliwer will go along quietly after the very brief initial shock of livid G'laer wears off. The waves off the aide that wonders if he's okay and he even waves off his firelizard when the pudgy blue follows to one tunnel, scolding the greenrider along the way until he disappears between to leave the weyrmates in relative peace. Once they're at their... destination? Oliwer glances around before he's looking up at G'laer, confused. "What do you mean convince you not to take your dragon and find a new Weyr that will have you? What about us?" "We'll find a way to make it work." That's sort of snapped out as if it's not really a consideration. "You know how you are your work?" Which G'laer loves about him. "I was too, before. Have tried to be again, only this whole sharding place doesn't want us. Doesn't want her. And they don't sharding well deserve us." If they're all going to be such assholes about Teisyth. Teisyth, his one and only vulnerable button. He can't help looking a little struck, a little hurt, by the sort of snapped words, but possibly only because they're unexpected and it's rare that Oliwer interacts with G'laer while he's this angry. "I can't imagine that's true. Teisyth is a doll. Any wing would be lucky to have her." He doesn't know a damned thing about wings, but he sounds utterly convinced all the same. G'laer gives him a look that says just how wrong Oliwer is without G'laer having to actually say. Then he waits. Still looking to be convinced, evidently. On another day, the fact that his words struck the healer might bother the greenrider; right now, he's far too selfish to even notice. Oliwer can't hold that look for more than a few moments and his gaze drops down to G'laer's chest while he struggles to think of words. "This is... her home. This is our home. She doesn't want to leave, to find a new Weyr, does she?" The greenrider grinds his teeth. This isn't convincing; this is emotional blackmail. The "No," is very, very grudging indeed. Well, Oliwer is not a very good convincer. G'laer knew that before he dragged him off. But he doesn't throw the two against one thing in the greenrider's face just now. He's not stupid. "I don't want you to leave, G'laer. And I don't want you to take Teisyth away. I need you. You could do a lot of good here." "How. They won't--" G'laer bites off his word and looks to small space of ground between them as if the dust there offends him. "I quit. From Quinlys' service. I was going to try to talk to her, and then I quit. Because she wanted nothing to do with even talking to me. How the shards am I supposed to do any good when my wing finds my lifemate incompetent and me along with her because I can't force her to be something she's not, and the job I'd've liked, that I'd've easily dedicated myself to is overseen by a redheaded tyrant with no regard for anyone who's not one of her favorites?" This comes as a demand, he's annoyed. More than annoyed, he's at his wit's end; but voicing his actions to Oliwer, whose opinion he cares about, has cooled his temper a bit. The easy going healer doesn't seem to know what he's supposed to say, but he looks both concerned and sympathetic. He, tentatively, moves to fill that space between them and wrap his arms around the greenrider's torso. "I don't think you should put up with a wing that doesn't appreciate your dragon for who she is. But there are other wings. You should talk to them before you do anything... rash. Will you do that? Please?" As for Quinlys, Oliwer's even less sure how to approach that, so he doesn't try just now. It's a long silence. G'laer's body is stiff, with no sign of the yielding flex of muscles to accommodate the embrace. He doesn't, of course, remove the healer or step out of his grasp, but his face is directed toward the ceiling so the shorter man can't see his expression. Finally, he answers, "Fine." He'll talk to the other wings. But he's still not hugging his weyrmate. "Good. Thank you." The fact that G'laer isn't hugging him back doesn't seem to bother Oliwer very much. It's probably more for his own benefit anyway. After a few moments, he steps back so he can look up at the greenrider more easily. "I love you, G'laer. And I love Teisyth. Remember that." The movement that brings G'laer's lips down to Oliwer's forehead is a very controlled movement and the kiss is chaste. He stares at the healer a moment later and then says without the appropriate accompanying tone of emotion. "I love you, Oliwer. No matter what happens. That will never change." Because that's not foreboding or anything, but those who are willfully ignorant might think nothing of it. Obviously, G'laer will go off and calm down and everything will be okay. There are some major problems with trusting G'laer as much as Oliwer does. Being willfully ignorant of what the greenrider is capable of, even though he's had some experience with it, is just one of them. He frowns up at G'laer for a moment, not entirely sure what to say now with his weyrmate like this. "I should get back to work. Will you be okay? I can take the rest of the day off if you'd like." Words are the hardest way to lie to a person you love, so G'laer nods to the question, and shakes his head to the offer. "I'll see you at home later." And that's that. The greenrider is gone faster than he can be bothered to give Oliwer directions back; hopefully since they're not so far from the infirmary, the healer will be able to find his way back before his shift is over. |
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