Logs:Recalled
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| RL Date: 20 November, 2014 |
| Who: H'vier, Tayte |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Tayte and H'vier are being friendly. Things are going better. Tayte is recalled to Vintner. |
| Where: Tayte's Room, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 1, Month 5, Turn 36 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Clio/Mentions, Estarra/Mentions, Mikaelen/Mentions, Tahvra/Mentions, Tayre/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Thank you to Rose for the letters! Scene contains vague sex and a little angst. Back-dated. |
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| It's better being friendly. After all, who doesn't feel better after a few good orgasms? Tayte and H'vier have been circumspect about their extracurricular activities, but it's been nearly as good as when they were playing family at Vintner for the past couple of months. H'vier's had whatever access to Tayre and Tavi he likes and Tayte has been more relaxed with only her knitting duties to bother her as yet, despite her talk of going back to work at Snowasis. "I'd like to take the kids," no longer the girls, "to visit my parents next seven," Tayte remarks, her fingers trailing lazy patterns on H'vier's chest as they remain curled under the covers enjoying the afterglow of yet another friendly encounter. She doesn't need to keep her voice down. The kids are with the nannies for once; for once, this visit wasn't attached to them. There's no immediate tension or anything to suggest that H'vier doesn't like this idea. Perhaps he trusts Tayte enough not to take his kids away from him now. "For how long?" is his calm, practically lazy, question. It's hard to be anything but relaxed right now, granted. "Three days? Maybe four." Tayte considers, "I'd like to stay long enough that Mom and Dad have a chance to see them, but not so long that they think I ought to spend any part of my time there interviewing 'likely candidates' like I'm the heir of Benden." She rolls her eyes. Not that the heir has gotten to that point in his search. "You could take us over if you like, and back. Maybe even come to dinner one night, if you wanted to meet them properly." Maybe pretending she's playing house with H'vier again will get Estarra and Mikaelen and their good intentions off her back. H'vier rumbles some acknowledging sound about the length of her stay, evidently agreeable. "I wouldn't mind meeting them properly. But I have a feeling neither of them would be particularly pleased about having to sit through a whole dinner with me." Even the bronzerider can admit that he wasn't on his best behavior when he's met both of them in the past. "I can give you a ride, either way." "Drinks then. Just enough to make everyone more comfortable but not so much that anyone takes crazy notions or too much honesty into their heads." Tayte suggests. "It seems only reasonable that I should be able to ask them to give the father of two of their grandchildren a second chance. Though do try to be a bit more-- parent-friendly? this time?" The blonde's smile is teasing as she shifts up to lean on his chest and seeks to press a kiss to his lips. H'vier smiles as she kisses him. "I'll be the father that your children deserve to have." And not just for this visit. It's what H'vier would like to be in general. "They won't even recognize me." They might not even right now. He's been much more relaxed since he and Tayte have managed to have a friendlier relationship that includes sex. It would be nice if things could stay this way always. Relaxed. Friendly. But that's not the way life ever seems to work out for them. At least this time, it can't be said that it's because of them. The sound of a note sliding under the door draws Tayte's attention. It's hardly an unusual occurrence since she works from home many days of the seven and having an apprentice drop a note with new assignments is as convenient a method as any for the weaver she now calls boss. She doesn't hurry. She kisses H'vier again and slides from the bed, stretching. "In the mood for some late lunch?" Or maybe it's early dinner at this point. She asks as she moves to the door crouching to pick up the note. She falters in her rise, brow wrinkled with not quite confusion, but somewhere beyond surprise. "Hm." She makes the sound as she flicks a finger under the seal. "I could go for some food," admits the bronzerider, not really moving to get up, but shifting enough to track the blonde with his eyes as she moves to the door. H'vier is probably watching her butt more than her face, so it's not until she makes that noise that he asks, "Something interesting?" "It's from Vintner," Tayte says it distractedly, since she's busy opening the letter. Wisdom would probably tell her to wait and open it alone, but curiosity carries her on impulse as she walks toward the loveseat. She freezes along her route, lifting her eyes to seek him out and her shock shows plain enough on her face. She recovers quickly, though, the shock doing little more than causing a stutter in her step and she sinks down onto the loveseat, leaning over the note, reading it a second time. "What is it?" H'vier doesn't miss that look on her face and, judging by the concerned tone of his voice, he doesn't like it very much. The bronzerider shifts to push himself out of bed and crosses toward the back of the loveseat, perhaps intending on trying to read it over her shoulder. "Uh," Tayte hesitates because she's still processing. Blinking, she twists to look up at him, probably not realizing that she lets the note flop back on itself, unhelpful to his reading efforts. "It's--" Her brow crinkles with thought. "I'm going back to vintner." Like it isn't a question, like she's surprised to be saying it. She turns back to read the note a third time. His gaze shifts to her when she looks up at him, eyes narrowing to go along with the frown that starts to form under his beard. "What do you mean you're going back to vintner," doesn't really come out as a question. H'vier leans to try plucking the note out of her hands so he can read it for himself. She must not be understanding it right. Tayte makes a little sound of protestation as he pulls the note from her hands; she didn't see that coming. Shouldn't she have? It leaves her nothing to read a third time, so she gets up and shifts quickly around the edge of the loveseat so she can stand next to him, one hand touching his lower back gently while she reads with him. "Clio is-- we're-- we were-- we're the same specialty. She's a few turns younger than I am," why she's telling him this? "And she's my craftsecond now. We haven't talked in-- well, a while." Clearly. "But-- if she--" she looks up at H'vier. "She's not the type to-- unless it's important." She's really not doing a great job of explaining. H'vier reads over the note. Then he probably skims it a few more times while Tayte is saying her words. All that nice relaxation has been ruined by tension, though, and he's sort of looking like he'd like to throw the note in the hearth and pretend it never arrived. That would totally work, right? "So you're just going to go?" She blinks up at him, reaching with the intent to gently remove the letter a moment later and drop it down onto the loveseat so she can step in between the back of the thing and him and take both hands. "Havi, if the masters have recalled me... if Clio needs me..." Tayte sounds apologetic and her expression is pleading as she looks up at him. "I have to." She squeezes his hands. "But listen," she says hurriedly, "it'll be good. Okay? Like before. Like when we had Tavi. You can come visit at the Hall whenever you want, and--" She's looking up at him, trying to gauge where he's at. He doesn't hold onto the note when Tayte takes it from him, instead refocusing on her when she takes his hands. But even H'vier doesn't seem all that sure how he feels about this. Other than not great. His expression stays oddly neutral, brows just slightly furrowed as he searches her face for something he's probably not going to find there. But he doesn't say anything because, really, what's he supposed to say right now? Well, neutrality is a lot better in Tayte's book than a lot of the alternatives. She slips one hand free of his and lifts it to cup his cheek. "I'm sorry, Havi." Because what else can she say? "It's going to be okay." It sounds like a promise, and then suddenly she's moving to try to wrap arms around his neck, trying to press herself against him, as if she can preserve the moments that came before the note just for a few more heartbeats by doing so. H'vier wraps his arms around Tayte when she presses herself closer to him, not painfully, but a little tighter than he might usually. It's a quieter possessiveness that probably has something to do with the fact that they aren't really a thing anymore. He's liable to stay like that for awhile, holding Tayte and not trusting himself to actually say anything. She stays. There's no hurrying this. If Tayte's made distinctions before about not belonging to him, now is not the time for that. In point of fact, this embracing will become more, of course and lead them to still be in bed, in a doze when the second letter gets pushed under the door. Whoever delivered it, though, knocks before moving along, so Tayte's eyes blink blearily and she groans, "Shells. Tayre. It's past feeding time." Mothers know these things. Even if H'vier is asleep, she tells him to stay here and with a quick grab of clothes, she's heading out, snagging up the note as she goes. She's not gone overly long, having opted to bring the babe back with her. She must have fed him though, either at the sitter's or en route because now he's snoozing against her chest. H'vier rouses slowly after Tayte's gotten up and run out to fetch their son. By the time she comes back, he's still there, but he's managed to put on his pants, if not a shirt. "Everything okay?" With the baby, presumably. Things aren't really okay otherwise. But maybe the bronzerider realizes there's nothing he can do about it. "Yes. He was hungry," of course. Despite his borderline premature birth, Tayre always had appetite. "But--" sleeping now is the obvious rest as she returns to the bed. "Would you like to hold him? I think he's tired enough," to transfer and not wake him. Tayte moves to where H'vier is and offers their son. "The letter was the official recall. They must've left the Hall around the same time. I have until the end of the month," she volunteers without prompting. He nods about holding the baby and takes Tayre carefully as Tayte hands him over. It's his son that H'vier watches while the blonde speaks, only looking up once she's done to ask, "Did it say anything about how long you're expected to be there?" You know, important things. The blonde shakes her head before moving to lean gently against his side. "It said I should put my affairs in order and they'd be sending a Benden rider to move my things and then collect me and my family, so it can't be an unsubstantial amount of time or they wouldn't bother with having me move everything, I'd say." Tayte manages a reassuring tone when she says, "I'm sure I'll be told more after I'm there." "Does this mean the drinks with your parents are off?" is probably a weird question for H'vier to ask at this point, but he's not really sure what else to say. He can rage later. Right now he has his youngest child in his arms and he wants it to last a little while longer before it has to end. The question does take Tayte by surprise. She blinks up at the big bronzerider for a moment and then she says, "No. Why should they be, if you want to. The visit, probably. They'll probably come here instead, to help while I pack. But we can still have drinks. Or not. You don't have to, if you just want to spend time with us." Us. The little not-quite-conventional family. "It's fine." The drinks. "I can still spend time with you," as in all of them, "once you're moved." One of the biggest perks of having a dragon, clearly. H'vier looks up at her from where his gaze has been focused on the boy. "But Tayte? Don't let me find out you're sleeping around from people other than you." It's an oddly calm request from the bronzerider, though he at least seems to accept the very real possibility that this will happen. And at least he's not telling her not to do it at all? Well, this is suddenly more awkward than sad. Tayte tenses against his body. Does she need to say it now? Isn't it obvious? She exhales slowly. "I thought you didn't want to know," which sounds like an explanation as to why she hasn't told him, not a challenge to his request. There's a hesitation in the way H'vier answers because he probably doesn't want to know. Ignorance is bliss, in this case. But finding out from someone else is something he knows would be worse. "I'm not saying I don't want you to fuck anyone." Even though he does. "I just-- I'd rather be prepared. If anything starts getting serious." There's a little bit of relief to the tension in Tayte's frame. "Okay." It comes after a moment. "Well, I'm not serious with anyone but-- there has been someone else. So it's-- It's not that I'm not." Then almost apologetically, "It's sort of the only way for me to cope with you doing--" whoever. "I'll be sure to tell you if something starts to be more like a relationship instead of just sex." He also asks. But he stops himself before he actually gets the words out, looking down at Tayre again with an intense sort of expression on his face. "It's fine," says H'vier, perhaps not entirely genuinely. It's another few moments before the bronzerider adds, "You should take him. There're some things I need to do." Like find a healthy outlet, maybe. "Okay," Tayte accepts quietly, shifting to take Tayre back, leaning up to kiss whatever part of him he will conveniently allow whether that be his lips, cheek, or simply his chest where she can naturally reach. The transfer doesn't go quite so smoothly this time and Tayre wakes with extreme protestation. Wakefulness, how terrible! But Tayte has a cure as she settles onto the bed to quiet him with what he craves most. "Havi? I love you." It's not probably the right thing to say, but in the wake of the bigger news, she probably must say it. H'vier tilts his head to meet her kiss, frowning quietly at the baby when he wakes up en route to Tayte's arms. There's something vaguely apologetic in the look he gives the blonde as she settles onto the bed. "I know," is his response to those words, but he doesn't say them back as he looks for the rest of his clothes to make himself presentable for when he heads for the door. Tayte looks after him. She doesn't look hurt, not exactly, but she doesn't look entirely happy either before she's bending her head to give Tayre her attention. There are no words that can 'fix' what's wrong, so she doesn't try, and instead focuses on what she can fix. |
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