Logs:Carrying On
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| RL Date: 28 June, 2015 |
| Who: Lilah, N'rov |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Tunnels are often filled with other people. |
| Where: Tunnels, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 12, Month 11, Turn 38 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Dee/Mentions, H'vier/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Warning on language. |
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| The sounds weren't very subtle, exactly, nor was the weyrwoman's locations; breathless pleading and moans on the part of the goldrider that carry down those tunnels, yet the footsteps that retreat further into the depths of the inner tunnels is singular. Lilah leaves alone, fingers still smoothing down the white and grey of her skirts. There's no glow to mark her path, this walk made by memory and the dim light that makes it from other junctures of the tunnels along the way that takes her to her own weyr. The lights are still dim; there still aren't any fresh glows; N'rov's white grin, after his low-voiced, "'Boo,'" is that much more brilliantly bright. The bronzerider's lounging against the wall of those tunnels, arm crooked behind his head as though it were his vertical pillow and he were planning to stay there all night. That 'boo' does startle Lilah as he offers it. Though, as the weyrwoman jumps guiltily at it, her gaze slides down the tunnel that she came and returns to N'rov only after. "What are you doing there?" she asks sharply, as if he is the one doing something wrong. "Walking," N'rov says, and with that much more of a smirk for her startle. If he had looked down that tunnel previously, he doesn't do so now. "Walking," Lilah repeats disbelievingly, casting a look over N'rov now with a hint of suspicion. Still leaning, N'rov eloquently holds one boot aloft. See? Lilah's brows curve upwards at that answer, but there is only a dismissive, "Carry on, then," to the gesture. And apparently the goldrider will leave it at that, since she turns on a heel to continue on her way. With mild reproof, "I would have before, if you weren't, ah. Carrying on." Even now, the bronzerider makes no move to straighten; before N'rov departs down that tunnel whence she'd come, of course he'll have to watch her retreat. Thank Faranth for the dim light, because Lilah flushes immediately at N'rov's answer. Her retreat is abruptly halted as she turns back to look at the bronzerider, though she is much more dismissive than she feels when she tosses to the man, "As if I am the first. Though--." A pause, before she adds simply, "I would appreciate it if you say nothing to anyone. About that or him." There's a quip coming; but then N'rov is silent. He studies her. "Why hide?" "Because, it's not more than just-- What it was," Lilah answers defensively to that question, her fingers lifting to rake at mussed curls under that study. "A bronzerider chasing after any skirt that would say yes and someone drunk enough and desperate enough to." A bronzerider. "Can't you just say you enjoyed it?" this bronzerider questions. "Unless you were faking it." N'rov cocks a quizzical brow at her, but he doesn't stop. "You do get to enjoy things, Lilah. Even sweaty sorts of things." "One thing doesn't affect the other. And I still would rather you didn't say anything, thank you," counters Lilah in turn, sharp as she meets N'rov's look with a challenging tip of her chin and the weight of dark eyes. "Just own it," N'rov says irritably, pot to kettle. Kettle, pot, and cold iron. He straightens then, rolling his shoulders, moment by moment more his accustomed self. "Don't worry, though." His smile is suddenly there. "It wouldn't have bought me more than a round. It isn't, after all, as though you want me taken. Seriously." "Fine, yes. Yes, I enjoyed being fucked by someone who wanted to fuck me," Lilah owns to his irritability, throwing the words at him in the way it seems she has perfected, part accusation and part defense. She isn't smiling, but her words drop to a bare murmur as she answers the last with a dismissive, "You're the one who doesn't take anything seriously." "That's better." His smile's the deeper for her words, for her admission; "See, that wasn't so hard." That smile, it's just for an instant a grin. N'rov could leave it there, could ignore her so-quiet last. Only the bronzerider keeps looking at Lilah, gaze flicking momentarily to her hair and then her neck and back. He exhales. "Right." It's short, not a drawl at all. "Night." Time to go. Lilah doesn't stop him from leaving, nor does the goldrider offer a goodbye. Only her gaze trails him as he leaves, a flicker of her own buried emotion in dark eyes that is tampered down quickly as the bronzerider retreats. And once he's far enough away that it's clear he isn't stopping to add anything, only then does she turn to head in the other way towards her weyr. |
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