Logs:Monogamy in Dragonriders
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| RL Date: 31 January, 2016 |
| Who: C'ris, Drex |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: C'ris and Drex discuss flights and relationships. |
| Where: Kitchen, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 21, Month 12, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: A layer of gray clouds hangs oppressively around the spires. The air is humid and cool, but there is no snowfall today. |
| Mentions: Quinlys/Mentions, K'zin/Mentions, Telavi/Mentions, Farideh/Mentions |
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Polished marble and granite surfaces, gleaming metalwork and pale woods
characterize the vaulted fastness of the kitchen. Several large hearths
gape red-mouthed against the outer wall of the cavern, their fires almost
always stoked for the constant cooking the Weyr requires to feed its
denizens. Sinks line the wall to one side of the hearths, providing ample
space to wash large quantities of dishes, while to the other, cabinetry
and a deep pantry provide storage space for items commonly needed on a
day-to-day basis.
The remaining wall space is taken up by passageways and extra seating:
swinging doors that lead variously to the main living cavern, the inner
caverns and the storage rooms, a counter-height pass-through for food
service to the Snowasis, and a series of nooks equipped with tables and
benches for quick, out-of-the-way meals any time of day. C'ris has been tucked away in a corner of the kitchen, by one of those large hearths and left to keep an eye on a spitted piece of meat, turning it occasionally. For a bluerider complete with riding jacket and knot, this might seem quite odd at first, but no one in the kitchen seems to give it a second look. The woman that he's ostensibly here to see, a woman in her early forties with similarly dark hair and the same stamp of features, has been pulled away to oversee the kneading of tomorrow's bread. Which leaves, again, the bluerider to the spit, though he doesn't seem to mind this small task. Drex slouches into the kitchen, not exactly looking like he belongs, either. Too old to be a weyrbrat seeking a meal, and too wary to be anyone of particular note, he eyes the occupants as if sizing them up to see who'd be the easiest to approach. Most of the staff run around with that hurried, determined focus that bespeaks the evening dinner hour, and so C'ris is blessed with the sailor's slouching approach, and, "Hey. Can you slice some of that off for me, eh?" He gestures towards the meat. "Looks 'bout done?" "Oh, maybe," is C'ris' immediate response. Though he quickly goes on to clarify, "Maybe it's done, I mean. I'm not really-- sure, you know? I was just told to watch it. But yeah, I, uh, can cut you off some." He smiles, a friendly thing that has already started to wear lines into his face despite his age, as he retreats only briefly to fetch a plate and knife. When he returns, the plate also holds a fresh-baked roll and some mashed tubers as well. "How much do you want?" Looking pleased, Drex starts to slouch his way towards a plate, when C'ris steps away for the very same thing. He looks surprised, and then suspicious, and doesn't attempt to hide either expression very much. "Just, y'know, enough." Enough for a young man with a healthy appetite is implied, not spoken. "I aint greedy." C'ris nods in understanding, and having his own experience with appetite, he carves off three generous slices of the roasted meat onto the plate he holds. But before he offers it over to Drex, he pauses to ask, "Is that good? Do you want more? I can carve you off more, if you want." It is clear that he would, possibly, by the way he worries over the portions with a look. The furrow of Drex's brow is nothing more than deepening suspicion. "It's fine," he allows, warily, not reaching for the plate yet. "I don't owe you nothin', right? Aint gonna... don't swing that way." "What?" C'ris' flush is an immediate thing, quickly shaking his head as he shoves the plate awkwardly towards Drex in offer. "No, no. Why would you-- It's not even my food. I just got you a plate, because you wanted one." He frowns as well, that smile disappearing under the weight of worry and tension for the other man's question and comment. "Ok," Drex drawls out the syllables, until it's closer to, ooookaaay, still just as wary despite reassurances otherwise. "Just, you know--" he takes the plate, with a hasty grab, backing up a step once he's secured it. "Yer a rider," like that explains everything. It likely does, in Drex's books. "I'm-- I'm monogamous. My girlfriend's pregnant. I'm not--," explains C'ris, words tumbling over each other slightly even as that flush lingers on his cheeks. Once his hand is free, it lifts to scrub self-consciously at fluffy hair as he casts a look really quickly towards the other side of the cavern and the woman working at bread. Luckily, it seems she hasn't heard. Drex doesn't bother with niceties such as using cutlery; he rolls up one of those slices of meat, scoops up some of the tuber mash, and shoves it into his mouth. "Aint judging," he mumbles through the mouthful of food, "My best friend's a lesbian. Aint normal for riders not to try and fuck everything they see is all." C'ris' frown only catches deeper, his words a mumble as well despite not currently eating, "I'm not, uh, not-- I like men, too. But I think being with one person is... Well, it's important, you know? To care about someone enough to only want them, to make your decisions based on their happiness as well as your own." He shakes his head in a slight gesture, watching the younger man for a moment before he adds a quick, self-effacing apology of, "Sorry. I don't mean to like-- I'm just not the type to try to fuck everything I see, is all." The suspicion of the sailor only deepens; clearly monogamy and rider aren't terms Drex's used to hearing in close succession. "You said you had a girlfriend?" he says, like he's not sure he heard that right. But still, he presses on: "How do you keep bronzeriders from trying to fuck her?" "I, uh, trust her, mostly. I mean, I don't always keep them from--," is answered with a hint of a not-yet-healed edge, while C'ris' teeth tighten together briefly. "But if she seriously wanted to go off and be with someone else, be with a bronzerider or a greenrider or-- whatever, I trust that she'd tell me. Because she knows how I feel, you know?" He rolls up a shoulder into a shrug, trying to be dismissive despite how obvious it is that he cares given his tone and thoughtful expression. "So... you aint her only boy, but she's yer only girl?" Drex's puzzled-and-horrified expression very clearly tells the world what he thinks of that particular set up. "Fuck, man." He shakes his head, like C'ris has failed in some sort of man code. C'ris is quick to correct, saying quickly with a jumble of words, "No, no. I mean, I am. There was just-- One time, during a flight, she got carried away. I mean, it's not the same thing, right? She could have-- not, but it's not like she was thinking straight, either. With all of the emotions and everything." He exhales, quietly, before he shrugs that shoulder up again. "Goldflights," the lift of another of the rolled-up-slices-of-meat is Drex's sympathetic and understanding note, before he shoves it into his mouth and starts chewing. "Well, no. This one was-- a greenflight. Her blue was chasing and his bronze, but Mivength caught," explains C'ris so openly, his features wincing up a bit for the last. "A greenflight?" Drex echoes in a dubious, mouth-still-full mumble. "Yeah, Solith's." Regardless of whether Drex recognizes the name or not, C'ris goes on to repeat, again rambling, "My girlfriend, she-- She rides blue. Quinlys and blue Olveraeth. They usually chase and usually win for Solith's flights. But that is different, you know? You can't help who you win. Just as long as after, you're not-- you know." It's not usual for Drex to recognize a rider's name, let alone the name of a dragon of a rider he's never heard of. His, "Uh-huh," sounds entirely unconvinced, and exactly like he's humoring the crazy, deluded bluerider in between stuffing mouthfuls of food away. "It's after that matters. It's when you have your own choice and what choices you make," C'ris adds in a mumble, despite catching the tone of the younger man. At that, even, he'll leave it be as he looks back to the hearth thoughtfully. "Sounds like yer trying to convince yourself," Drex points out, in an answering mumble in between swallowing. "I'm-- I don't know." That much C'ris admits, though he pairs it with a look back to Drex and the curve of an apologetic smile. He adds, "Sorry, I don't even know your name and I'm, like, spilling shit onto you. I didn't mean to-- It doesn't matter what I think about monogamy and riders, right?" Drex gives one of those boneless shrugs of his, a half lift and drop of one shoulder that's never fully complete. "You got me food," like that's a fair trade. He doesn't bother (or doesn't think) to offer his name, either. "My girl's a rider, too. Know how it is." "Yeah, but not for any-- you didn't owe me anything, right?" C'ris tosses back with a hint of lightness, that smile twitching into something more friendly. "I'm sure you've thought about this a lot, then. Flights and not-flights. You guys are monogamous?" With another twitch of shoulders. "Much as you can be," being that his girl's a rider, presumably. "Aint much of a favor to talk," Drex adds, shortly. He's eaten all the meat, most of the tubers, though doesn't bother eating the bread roll, because well... priorities. C'ris exhales a laugh, replying with a quick grin, "Most people don't think that after having to put up with me. But, it was nice to meet you. My name's C'ris, blue Mivength's." "Don't much mind. You aint a bronzerider." As if it might be a different story if that were the case. "Drex," the laconic sailor adds, after a beat. "Anyway. Thanks," with a vague gesture towards the spit, and pushes away from the wall to dump his plate in with the dirty dishes. "Drex!" The exclamation is one of pleased surprise, with C'ris' friendly smile all brighter as he identifies, "Farideh's weyrmate, yeah. Or boyfriend, sorry. She's-- she's a good person, you know? She cares about you a lot." But as the man is moving away and getting ready to leave, he catches himself from rambling too much more. Only offering another smile and a nod of goodbye. The sailor in question's eyes widen at the exclamation of his name, not to mention the reaction. Drex is looking wary again, especially when C'ris demonstrates so much knowledge about him. Clearly uncomfortable, the sailor's mouth draws into a line, briefly. "Uh, yeah," he says, now master of the awkward, and being an uncouth pirate, turns and leaves without another word. |
Comments
Quinlys (20:33, 31 January 2016 (PST)) said...
Well... this is awkward.
Edyis (21:29, 31 January 2016 (PST)) said...
Pay him no mind, he's a dirty Pirate C'ris.
I fell out of my chair laughing. Good job. More Please!
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