Logs:Someone's been sleeping in my bed...
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| RL Date: 7 September, 2013 |
| Who: K'del, Tayte |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: ... and they're still there! K'del stars as Goldilocks, only slightly more expected, when Tayte arrives home late and drunk when she was supposed to be gone for a seven. (After Logs: Hitch-Hiking to Hurlsville.) |
| Where: Tayte's Room, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 27, Month 9, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Ali/Mentions, H'vier/Mentions, Jo/Mentions, Yvalia/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Druuunk. Back-dated, played via gdocs. |
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| Tayte's Room, High Reaches Weyr The peculiar shape of this room suggests that it was unintentionally expanded, cement holding the ceiling together towards the peculiarly shaped alcove build into the back corner. It's larger than most personal quarters as a result, and though the uneven walls mean nothing sits flush, there's plenty of room for more than the usual amount of furniture. The larger lobe of the lopsided kidney shape that the room has might be considered a studio room. A large bed is tucked into the roundest part of the alcove, though there's a gap behind where the straight headboard does not meet the wall. It's piled high with furs and pillows. In this curve there's also a wardrobe, a dresser, and nightstands. Hooks extending from the ceiling over the dresser have been rigged with two layered chain-link that holds a number of bottles of alcohol of different varieties. The highest drawer in the dresser which is bizarrely the largest locks with a key. Opposite it, closer to the door, is a hearth that's had a throw rug and loveseat set in front of it, along with a few low tables. A set of shelves and a small desk sit opposite the curve of the smaller end of the room. Around the curve and into the little lobe, one finds a great change. There's color everywhere instead of the muted things in the front half. Scarves and streamers hang from little hooks installed in the ceiling, their lengths varying, and a crib is set up in the middle with two small boxes that have toys poking out of their not-quite-shut lids. There's a tall table stocked with all the tools a mother needs (well, those that are safe to be at toddler height) and a small dresser and wardrobe. The furniture is all hand-me-downs but in decent enough condition to make the occupants comfortable.
It was an easy decision, in the end, for K'del: Yvalia's had enough disruptions of late, and it's probably far better she stays used to sleeping in her own bed, if it's at all possible. If that means that K'del needs to sleep in a bed that isn't his, well, he's willing to do that, too. Still, there's something uncomfortable about sleeping (alone) in someone else's bed, and it's no wonder, then, that he's awake with a start at the sound of someone at the door. He sits up, bare-chested and blinking into the gloom to try and focus. "Hello?" It's a sharp, hard whisper. There's a moment's delay and then a peel of giggles that Tayte's obviously trying to stifle. When it's finished, "It's me." Helpful! And she cautiously weaves her way toward the bed. In this instance, cautious just means slow, not actually effective because she bumps into the back of a chair, the press at the end of the bed. Thankfully neither to any kind of real injury, and manages to make it to in front of her wardrobe humming again. First order of business is to get out of the clothes that no longer smell ripe. She was dressed for heat, a sarong and a bikini only, and those are quickly done away with in favor of wiggling into one of her usual long silky nightgowns. The motions are functional, not showy, so at least she's not trying to make K'del uncomfortable. K'del adjusts the blankets over his lap (though Tayte will no doubt know from experience that he's probably wearing pyjama bottoms, even sleeping alone) and continues to blink, watching Tayte in that unfocused way that so often follows an abrupt wake-up call. He doesn't interrupt her progress, though his brows raise, slightly, as she bumps into things, as she giggles, and the rest. "Tayte?" It's after she's changed (his head, turned away) that he actually asks. "Everything all right? Though you..." Weren't supposed to be here. Tayte's likely not paying enough attention to the figure in the bed to notice the adjustment of blankets, or that he courteously turned his head while she changed. But he becomes the focus of her attention as she crawls into the bed, approaching K'del guilelessly on an angle, slipping on the silky skirt and falling into his chest, which evokes another set of giggles. "Sorry!" She murmurs emphatically, simply rolling over, leaving her head against his shoulder, torso leaning against him. And then she's giggling again. At least she's a happy drunk. "Oh, no. Nothing's alright. Not a damn thing in my whole world is right. And I've had the most awful day. Well, except for the drinking. And Telavi was lovely. But she always is." There's a slow bemused smile on her lips. "I was going to go away. I was going to go to this cabin I know and rough it," In a nice cabin, "For a seven. But Tela didn't know the place and it was night, so we went to Ista instead and I got really drunk." Now she turns her face toward K'del to give him a brilliant smile. Then suddenly, she looks apologetic - the contrast of the two looks is so great that it's practically comedic, "I'm sorry, did I wake you?" It's K'del's natural instinct to try and help Tayte after she falls into him, and then to back away again when she rolls over - at least with his hands, since it isn't as though he's inclined to push her off of him, not entirely. Still, he does slide over, all the better to make sure that she has plenty of room in bed since she's... well, here. How much of her rambling explanation he follows is difficult to tell for sure; he makes no obvious reply to it, not even to the mention of Telavi. The contrast of her expression, however? That makes him laugh. "I was, but this is your room, and-- it's fine. Do you need some water, Tayte? Or anything? You're pretty drunk." Understatement of the Turn. The laugh helps, it makes the apology fade and a smile return. Tayte's answer to his question is resolute and swift in coming. "A friend." As she speaks, she struggles up into a seated position so she can twist around to look at him, leaning onto her hands. "A best-friend, really. I could really use my best-friend. You will stay, won't you?" It's asked in a plaintive murmur. "I promise I just want my friend. And I couldn't-- you know, -- anyway, even if I wanted to. Healers. And I just want my friend." So that doesn't even matter, that she can't. "I think my boyfriend broke up with me." She confesses then, not really waiting for him to give any kind of answer to the first query. Maybe it's to try to erase some of the awkwardness of the second topic. She shifts to flop back on pillows with a little fluttery sigh. "Because I wanted to sleep with Jo. And he didn't want me to. Or didn't want me to want to. Or something." She waves a hand as if to indicate it doesn't matter. "Anyway, that apparently means I'm a whore. Nevermind that I haven't slept with anyone but him since--" She glances toward K'del, looks guilty a moment and then finds the ceiling very interesting. The whole thing is told in a very upbeat sort of way. At least while drunk she can even be cheerful about this. For now. Grabbing one of the pillows so that he can hug it towards his chest - a gesture that, though he surely can't know it, is very girly-sleepover-friend of him - K'del listens to Tayte without any immediate reaction. The time between her arrival and now has given him enough of his brain back, sleepiness banished, that he seems to be able to follow. A nod confirms that he'll stay, but otherwise he holds his reaction until she's finished talking. "Well, he's an idiot," is the bronzerider's conclusion, at the end of it. "Doesn't make you a whore. If it's something you want, and he can't cope with it, then it wasn't meant to be. Because... if you're not going to be satisfied with just him, then you're not going to be happy. Anyway," he's calm about this. "He's a bit of an ass, isn't he?" Tayte is giggling again, though she rolls so she can smother it into her pillow. "He is an idiot." She agrees readily, rolling right around to her other side, now so she can look at K'del. "I seem to go for men with a penchant for doing idiotic things." But at least she doesn't pause pointedly or anything. "Only, he said he fell for me. And I didn't realize feelings were any part of it. I wanted to sleep with other people because I didn't want to feel for him in a way I shouldn't, sort of how I was wanting to sleep with other people with you because I didn't want us get so complicated, at least, not soon, and-- oh, this is awkward. Sorry. Forget I said any of that part." It's really stream of consciousness babble, "Only," So apparently not moving on like she said, "Kas, can I tell you something without it freaking you out?" She pushes herself back up to a seated position, fingers tangling into her still damp hair. K'del's remark is as much to himself (and perhaps more) as it is to Tayte; he shakes his head as he says it, head tilted up so that really, the words are aimed at the ceiling. "Pretty sure I remember something about no relationships." He's not far above a murmur, in tone, and doesn't seem to expect an answer-- when he turns his head again, it's to look at Tayte, and to nod. "It's okay. You're drunk, and I'm tired; it can be awkward in the morning. Go on." He probably can't promise it won't freak him out... but so far, he's doing okay. "Yes, but I said too that I might like to try one someday. I just-- I wasn't in a rush for that. I mean, I didn't even really know you well." Not that that stopped Tayte from letting K'del join her family. "And you said maybe someday you'd like to be in one again, and I thought maybe-" But then that's not going anywhere constructive, or really where she wants to be, so she just shakes her head quickly, leaning in a way that suggests she might be prone to topple forward at any moment, but then she's straightening, so no mishap this time. "Anyway. I've been giving things lots of thought. About myself. And about how I feel about you. And Jo. And H'vier. Only I don't want to talk about him right now. Or Jo really." No, right now, K'del's getting her attention. Her fingers twitch as though she might like to reach for his hand, but they stay where they're at, combing through her locks swiftly - maybe in preparation for the usual bedtime braiding. "I'm-- I want you to be happy, Kas. I really do. And so I'm going to be very good. And be just your friend. Well, your friend and your family, in so much as you'll let me be. But, I'm probably not going to ever stop wondering about us. So if you ever come calling, you can't count on me to turn you down. Because you're in here," She touches the fingertips of one hand lightly to her heart. "And no amount of choices I don't like or broken trust is going to change that. Which isn't to say that the whole trust thing-- well, even just for friends, that we'll-- have things to fix sometimes." Now she's rambling again, "Anyway. I just wanted you to know where I'm at. With everything. And to know you don't have to worry about-- things. I just-- I don't want to lose my best-friend because he wants something different than I do." Now she falls silent, eyes locked on K'del's face in the so-dim light. There are a couple of times during Tayte's speech where it may look like K'del would like to interrupt, but he keeps his mouth firmly closed throughout, nonetheless: this is Tayte's story time, not his. By the end, though, there's something akin to tension in the way he's sitting, and especially in the way he's clasping that pillow. Finally, she's finished her piece, and he... hesitates. "If things were different, if things had happened at a different time--" But they've been over that ground, and he stops himself, shakes his head. "Thank you, Tay. Glad we can still be friends, family too. You and Vali mean a lot to me, and that's not going to change, no matter what else happens. The two of you have a role in my life that no one can take, okay? Not Ali, not any other children, no one. So... we'll work it all out. Not leaving you." Such as it is. Let the drunkie talk. Sometimes these things are necessary. At least she manages to stay silent while K'del responds. Now she does reach out the hand that had lingered at her heart to take one of his from where it's wrapped around the pillow. Her touch is delicate and deft. Apparently, she's even nimble-fingered when she's drunk. (Well, mostly, she might fumble slightly when she wraps fingertips around his hand.) "Kas, we don't-- I don't want us to spend time thinking about or worrying about what could've been. We're always going to be family, and life changes, so there may yet be a time when we want to explore those questions. But not now. Now isn't our time. And our time may never come. I certainly hope for happiness for you regardless." Did she notice the name he dropped? The comment about children? Yes. It shows on her face because she's too drunk to hide it, but it's merely a flicker of recognition at the name, and a sort of surprised look when he mentions any other children. Right now though, she doesn't ask. That can be another day. When she's not drunk. "Besides, it's probably good that now isn't our time. I'm really terrible at these relationship things. Probably because I've never done it before. And he might be an idiot and an ass, but I do care about H'vier and -- ugh, that's just so confusing. Because I care about Jo too. Nothing really touches how we-- how I feel about you, but they're not family, so it's not like it can really be compared." This time when she quiets, it's not really because she's done, but because she got distracted by some thought in her head that never made it to her tongue. As his hand gets taken, K'del aims to turn it, and let his fingers slide between Tayte's, though he's not pushy about it if she resists. If it bothers him, this idea that she's considering what might happen should things change in his current relationship, he's able to conceal it; it's late, it's dark, and he's sober to her drunk. He has, however, noted her reaction to his slip-- but he leaves that, too. Another time. Maybe she won't even remember. He exhales. "My track record's not so great, either, if we're honest. One relationship fizzled out into nothing after a decade, and the next ended in her murder," wince, "and who knows-- but you're you, and this is what it is. For better or for worse, like you said, we're family." "Kas," Tayte's fingers are happily intertwined with his, "We're always honest. That's one of the best things about us. Us-- friends." She clarifies with a smile. "Even when you're an idiot, you're honest. I omit things, but I'm honest in what I do say." She reaches out her other hand now to ruffle the bronzerider's hair, playfully. She does slide closer then, but not so much as to be uncomfortable. It's like it was once upon a time, before the kissing and complications. When they were just friends who warmed each other's beds and hearts on a routine basis. No funny business. She stifles a yawn, lying back on the pillows even as she does so. "In the very worst, we can be messed up near each other. And at least that way we have each other in a platonic and broken kind of way." Is that a cheerful thought? She can't seem to tell. "I don't understand my heart and my head. But I guess I can only try and see what happens." Either with the understanding or with the attempted relationships. "Least-ways, I'm not planning on dying." She squeezes his fingers. "Except maybe of a hangover in the morning. I think this is the drunkest I've been since I found out I was carrying Vali." Another yawn. "Mmm," says K'del, moving the pillow back to the bed behind him, and sliding back into a more horizontal position once he's done so. "Just don't throw up on me, and we'll be okay, all right? Come on - it's late, and you're tired. Get some rest. I can worry about Vali in the morning." No doubt he could say other things, but... maybe this is the better option, right now. Safer. Tayte wiggles a little so she can look at K'del better, her lids looking heavy as she blinks at him, a small smile curling her lips. Of the hurling, she says nothing. But given what's already come and gone before the flight, and before her bath, he's probably safe. Instead, her alto comes already sleepy, "You always take such good care of us, K'del." The smile stretches dreamily. "Thanks." Then she shifts again, only this time, it's further away. Apparently she really meant it about the respect thing. Getting under the covers is almost too much effort, but she manages, grabbing one of the many extra pillows to curl herself around instead of her bedmate. "Goodnight, Kas." The murmur is practically lost to the even breathing that settles almost immediately indicating Tayte's already out cold. K'del turns his head to look at Tayte as she shifts away from him. She will, no doubt, miss the little smile that settles about his mouth, and his own murmured words: "'Night, Tay." There's something else, something lurking on his tongue, but ultimately he shakes his head and keeps it to himself (even more than he would if he'd said it to, you know, the sleeping woman). Except, as he rolls over, closing his own eyes: "Pleasant dreams." |
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