Logs:Consequence of Conscience
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| RL Date: 15 October, 2014 |
| Who: X'vae, Z'riah, Izazeth, Yizibeth |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: After Moriyah delivers her news, X'vae and Z'riah follow old patterns. |
| Where: Ready for Roommates Weyr (X'vae and Z'riah's), High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 28, Month 13, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Kristaeva/Mentions, Moriyah/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Angst. Back-dated. |
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| Ready for Roommates Weyr, High Reaches Weyr Inside, though, the humans are in for a surprise. A long rift in the stone makes for a narrow living room with rough walls, its floor completely bare of furniture. But the far side--that's the real treasure here. Four separate rooms have been carved out of the stone, two small ones a step up from the living room, one slightly larger one above them, and a tiny little alcove above that. They're all lacking a front wall, leaving them open to the room below. A set of stone stairs leads up to the upper room, while sturdy handholds have been carved up from it to the alcove. All in all, it's a great find for a rider with a family or maybe even just a group of good friends.
Yizibeth greets Izazeth's warmth with her own, flushed with her rider's satisfaction. She could be blushing as she says, « He's, uh... I'll let him know. He'll come. » Because he always comes for X'vae. It's just what Z'riah does, as natural as breathing. And soon enough the greenrider returns home, cloaked but not dressed (as in wearing a dress). "Xev?" Izazeth can share her blush. It's not that he has a problem with carnal acts, it's just that-- well-- you know-- it's --- awwwkwaaard. So he can sit there and be a little bit awkward on the ledge. « The lights at the lake are very pretty from up here, » he comments without any aim but changing the topic, and so begins the chatter that will no doubt include discussion of some of the costumes they saw and what Yizibeth in particular thought of them. Inside, X'vae is sitting against his narrow bed, staring at his waste basket as he crumples up helpless pieces of paper to toss into it. Wasteful. Under his breath, he counts,his voice thickened. His eyes are red and there's dried tears on his face. Z'riah called it. Moriyah fucked up the whole night. Yizibeth is more than happy to talk about the costumes she saw while she can still remember what it was she saw. So they avoid anything too awkward after that. Z'riah makes his way inside, tossing his cloak in the general direction of his own bed without any hope of actually hitting it as he leans on the stone that leads into X'vae's alcove in his borrowed sweater and pants. "Hey." There's no 'I told you so.' Not even any contempt for the woman responsible, and there's no question in his mind that this is anything but Moriyah's doing, just concern for his friend. "You want to talk about it?" There's no preamble, no pretending he doesn't; at least when Z'riah wants to talk to X'vae about what's upsetting him, he doesn't play any games. It's because they're that kind of friends, the kind that just reach in and get to the heart of the matter. "She's pregnant, Zif." He sniffs as he throws the next paper ball. "She wants me to come back to Monaco. She won't come here. I tried." His eyes are a near luminous green thanks to the tears, and he looks imploringly at the greenrider, begging him to understand. What exactly he wants him to understand might be unclear, but maybe X'vae just needs to feel less alone here, in his misery. Z'riah does an admirable job of keeping his expression carefully impassive when he hears the news. His brow furrows slightly, but that's probably just for the rest of what the bluerider says. "You aren't thinking about going back, are you?" He needs time to process the whole pregnancy thing before he can ask, "How long has she-- She didn't look pregnant." "I--" didn't ask. Obviously. X'vae reaches a hand to scrub across his face, shifting so he can get up off the floor and sit on his bed now, "Zaz?" There's silence for some moments and then a sigh. "Arrajynth won't tell him." Of course she won't. It cannot be said that Izazeth hates many people or dragons, but Arrajynth? She's earned that dubious honor. "It must be at least two months though." It's not like he was secreting back to Monaco to shag her. "I'm not going back. You know I can't. She knows I can't. Why the shell would she ask me to?" His voice has risen in volume and he looks helplessly to Z'riah, not really expecting him to know the answers. Gee, X'vae. When your best friend and your dragon each hate part of a green pair, you should probably listen to them! If only it were that easy. When X'vae looks at Z'riah, though, the greenrider's mask is a little less impassive and a little more pale. It's one thing to think there's a good chance that your friend's ex's supposed baby isn't his. It's another entirely to consider the possibility of something even worse. "Good," is the most he can manage about X'vae not going back just now. "How can I not though? I'm doing the right thing for -- everything. Everything except Riyah and the baby. How can I leave them there knowing what they'll go through? She doesn't get it. She doesn't know what it will be like for the baby to grow up there." X'vae shifts again so he can lay on his back on the bed and stare angstily up at the ceiling. "Maybe I should go back." "You can't force anyone else to do the right thing, Xev. Maybe you can get it fostered here once she has it." There's probably some implication there that Moriyah doesn't seem like the sort of woman to want to have a large part in raising a child. "If you go back, it shouldn't be for her." If only X'vae knew how much Z'riah wanted to get him back to Monaco, that might even seem sweet. Or selfish. "I'm not sure I could take her child away from her like that," X'vae sounds tortured. He looks tortured. There's no good answer! Brooding, it is. Clearly, he has a slightly different view of Moriyah than Z'riah, but, then, she worked hard to make it that way, so... "You really think she'll wanna have a baby making her tits all..." Z'riah gestures with one of his hands near his own chest. He's not really sure what he's trying to say, but X'vae knows what he means, right? It changes a woman. And some don't accept that as gracefully as others. "Anyway, if she's not willing to come here, she obviously doesn't care about you as much as she wants you to think." "You think she'd get rid of it?" X'vae sounds shocked, rolling immediately onto his side to look wide-eyed at his friend as though Z'riah has just gifted him with a whole new world of worries. "I'll write my mother." He sounds resolved. "Have her talk sense into Moriyah." Kristaeva is very persuasive. Although, whether or not she'd prefer to take Moriyah's part in all this given X'vae's unexpected departure... well. After a few moments of consideration, Z'riah says, "No, I'm sure she'll be a wonderful mother and you'll both live happily ever after once she comes to her senses and moves here to be with you." He even sounds oddly genuine about it even if that likelihood is basically nil. "Should I start packing my things now or should I wait until she's actually on her way?" The greenrider turns away to disappear to his own alcove. Maybe to start said packing. That would be the sound of a pillow hitting the wall. Then the sounds of hands slapping stone. Then a minute or so later, the grunts of exertion as X'vae does push-ups. More, and more, and more. Nothing is going right tonight. Nothing at all. When Z'riah reappears, it's with a bottle that had been stashed somewhere around his bed. "Do you want a drink?" he asks the bluerider. "Everything will be fine, you know. Everything always works out, Xev." For him, anyway. Because he's the bastard that does the right thing. One day it might rub off on the greenrider. The bluerider pauses at the top of a repetition and tilts his head to look at the greenrider sighing, "Shells yes," for the drink. ... But he has to do three more, though he struggles, to make the set complete before he'll let himself sit back on his knees and hold out a hand for the bottle. "She seemed happy about it. The baby." He's frowning again. About now is when, historically, Z'riah ought to forbid him from speaking her name until they're well and truly shitfaced, and by then, hopefully he'll have forgotten. Z'riah will probably say something along the lines of 'who wouldn't be happy to have Xev's baby, he'd be happy to have his baby, too' before he does any forbidding. The one bottle should be plenty to get them drunk, but knowing Zif, he's probably got more hidden away amongst his things. He can even tell X'vae about his night with the very talented... knitter. Maybe. |
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