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| RL Date: 28 September, 2012 |
| Who: Brieli, N'rov |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: After Logs:Graduates_Exiled and Logs:Graduation_Aftermath, Aishani (Brieli) and N'rov are serious. |
| Where: Brieli and Iesaryth's Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 1, Month 12, Turn 29 (Interval 10) |
| It's not easy to make even the short trip from the living cavern to her weyr wrapped around each other, but Aishani is pretty determined to do so despite so not being dressed for the weather, and the slippery snow. Maybe proximity is partially to keep warm? Even so, she's determined not to get too distracted by that closeness, nor make it a longer trip than it has to be. Depending on how things go, it could be a test of will, but she'll forbear if only just to get them both inside, to where it's warm and no one has to see how /quick/ she is about sliding arms around N'rov once they're there. It's likely to be a quick job overall, given such flight-incited desperation. Eventually, when things have calmed down (and made it back to her furs, if they're lucky), N'rov says in a roughened voice, "Party, you said." He can dredge up a little humor for it. A little. "No one knew," Shani murmurs, eventually. It takes a little time, her own voice a little breathy still - but apologetic, that apology he missed earlier. After pressing kisses to his temple, his forehead, she's wry. "For some people, seems like an excellent party." Even though there's nothing she could have done, "I'm sorry." He doesn't answer, 'It's all right.' Later, surely it will be and he can say it then. For now he hugs her tighter, still trembling a little as though something of Rielsath's crawled up his spine and he hasn't quite gotten her all the way out. "You said to wait." His eyes have shut, shut tight. His mouth works, like it's figuring out what he can say. Eventually, "It's awful." It's followed by, "She won't do that to you that often. That's good." Of course, Iesaryth will also always win. She doesn't hold her breath for an answer, taking the way he holds her as answer enough. Her arms tighten around him, and she kisses his temple again, lips pressed there for a long moment. "I... I wanted to be here. For you." If it ended up like this, something that might thread her tone with guilt - that she'd hoped for it. Again, softer, "I'm sorry." That it's awful, is still awful. Shani is quiet again, keeping him close, before, "I don't like that - I might do this to you." Not her, Iesaryth, yes - but still. "I don't want to think of any other man." Where he is now, with her, holding her against his heart. Or, of course, matters more carnal. N'rov sighs out, a slow exhalation whose fumes he at least can aim away from Shani's face, and he says, "Sorry about your party." Her party. Probably those other weyrlings', too, but she's the one whose shoulder he's freed a hand to rub, slow motions of his thumb along tightened muscle. "I don't want that either." Aishani can admit that easily enough now, breath still caught for his words, unseen eyes gone wide as she leans her head on his shoulder. "I'll do everything I can. Anything." That last is maybe a step too far, but she doesn't take it back. "I won't think..." She just won't think about Vhaeryth's catching otherwise. That'll work. With one of her little laughs, sighing after for the press of his thumb, tension slowly draining, "It's all right. It was too ambitious for it not to go wrong. Thank you for being here, despite everything." Nor does he ask her to, but then, he's hardly in a position to think of ramifications just now. And her reassurance, it's far too welcome. "Glad to be /here/," where he is now, where they are now. "You don't have to thank me," and she really, really doesn't but he seems to like it anyway. "I know I'm no prize." Surely this isn't. Like this. But he has enough pride even now to say it flat out, not permitting more than the brief tinge of bitterness that does escape. Fingers beginning to creep up into his curls, Shani brushes lips against his neck just at the shoulder, letting out a long breath there. "I /want/ you here," she almost insists, something in his voice making her so vehement. And for that last, she's just a quiet whisper, "N'rov..." It takes some time again for her to continue, but when she does, her tone is low, intense. "You care about me and I'm a terrible person. And you are, to me." A pause, and she'll say it: "I love you. You know that." Quickly, "/Shani/." Some people might just be saying that, that they're a terrible person. She might not be. It doesn't seem to matter, if he does realize at all. N'rov says her name again to reassure her, and a third time against her neck to distract her, and then a shiver ripples through him. It's muffled, "...do too, you know." He swallows thickly. "Let's try for some sleep." But first he's got some things he fully intends to make up to her, and the remnants of H'kon's whiskey? It can be hair of the dog. Maybe she did, maybe she didn't - maybe it made her insane to write that, to say that without /knowing/ - but the way he says her name is enough, at first. And that response, even muffled, not fully audible, is enough to relax Aishani against N'rov, let her exhale a breath she might not have known she was holding. "I know." Maybe not till now, but it's the right thing to say. "Sleep?" is skeptical, if only because he's started making things up to her - but she's not about to complain either. "Sleep," he confirms. Eventually. |
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