Logs:A Motivated Wingsecond
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| RL Date: 12 December, 2015 |
| Who: Lys, V'ret |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Lys asks V'ret to be her second wingsecond. They talk about why he might be motivated to help her have some free time. |
| Where: Evyth's Ledge and Glitter and Glass Weyr |
| When: Day 9, Month 7, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: H'vier/Mentions, Jocelyn/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions, T'zul/Mentions, Z'riah/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Discussion of sex. Follows Logs:A_Nice_Tutor. |
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>---< Evyth's Ledge, High Reaches Weyr(#1087R) >-----------------------------< Clear the grime, sweep the dust, scrub away the turns of mud, and this little ledge just might live up to its exquisite bowl view. Rust and green copper tarnish mark the floor, leaving unusual streaks of color across the dark stone. The ledge slopes slightly toward at the outside to keep it free of accumulated snow; at its ledge, clever patterns of squares and knots inlaid with mica and pyrite gleam in the bright sunlight that often reaches this ledge. Identical patterns edge the bottoms of the wall and the wind-breaking stones to either side of the smallish ledge. -----------------------------< Active Players >----------------------------- Lys F 20 5'5" slender, blonde hair, blue-green eyes 0s V'ret M 20 6'2" fit, brown hair, blue eyes 4m Lys' arrival to dinner the day after she was given her weyr saw her a dirty, ravenous mess. Obviously, she'd been working up some manner of appetite and spent some time in her new 'home' despite the fact that none of her belongings have left the barracks (save the wingleader work which was already taking up space in Jocelyn's weyr). Darting off after dinner, with little than an "Evyth will let you know when we're up there," Lys must have made her way to the bathes to clean up. When Zoth arrives, she's no longer wearing the evidence of her earlier use of elbow grease on her face, and her plain work clothes - brown trousers, tan shirt and a fresh lavender kerchief - are only just starting to show signs of the efforts underway. Evyth makes room for Zoth on the smallish ledge by dropping off into the air herself and Lys backs off from her sweeping with a broad brush, the worst of the mud and grime already wiped away from the pretty ledge. No such large efforts on V'ret's part, today, so little difference between the man who dismounts from the bronze and the one who was at dinner. Except perhaps the breadth of his smiling. "Lovely view from up here, but--there wasn't anywhere available that was more immediately livable? Not that I don't like seeing a girl being all domestic." This, from the tone, is plainly teasing. Zoth seems to have no interest in lingering; he'd rather be down by the feeding grounds. "It's alright," Lys has an easy shrug. "It's one of the nicest ones, I think, just requires a little more willingness to be domestic." She makes a face at the word, a little challenging, playful sort of face. "Besides, moving is a hassle and there's already so much going on that-- Quinlys said I can live in the barracks til the end of the month." The green weyrling moves to place the broom against the wall, where the wind won't steal it, and then places her hands awkwardly on the back of her hips. "Want to see inside?" "Not," V'ret points out, taking a few paces to inspect the ledge part of it once his dragon has departed, "like there's another clutch of eggs on the sands and someone waiting to steal your spot. Yes!" Turning back to her, he's still all smiles. "I would love to see inside, if it's so worth it. Take a little vicarious pleasure in all this and hope I don't end up with the worst of the lot myself." "Yes, because the rest of you would have been so generous as to leave me a sizable weyr, I'm sure," Lys returns, sarcastic. She probably could and should offer her hand to the bronzerider, but instead she's turning awkwardly around. At least she's not self-conscious about walking ahead of him (but then, it probably hasn't occurred to her that she might be the object of his eyes any more than usual). Within, the glow baskets are open in a way that casts light prettily around everything that catches it and reflects it. Much of the walls have been scrubbed clean and the surfaces have all been dusted. Someone has been hard at work for all that she's not moving in until the end of the month. "I thought if I put in time at the beginning, it's uses would let me make up for whatever effort had to be sacrificed for the cleaning." It's all trade-offs and balancing acts nowadays. She might be offering the explanation simply to fill the space or because she feels guilty about her less than one hundred percent effort in the last twenty-four hours. Glitter and Glass Weyr, High Reaches Weyr Inside, sea-glass mosaics and glittery materials gleam when lights are sets into the elegant glass sconces on the walls or hung from the wrought-iron hooks on the ceiling. The glowlight also illuminates the other walls, whose dark surfaces glint with volcanic glass. Shadows and light play along the old, heavy wood tables and the smooth floor, especially when the hearth is lit. The furniture is smooth wood, stained dark enough to complement the stone around it; the fabrics chosen to upholster the chairs and cover the bed set off to one corner in the back are simple, dusky greens and golds, accentuating the natural beauty of the weyr. "You're doing fine." It's an automatic sort of reassurance, followed by something more genuine and therefore less confident: "I mean--I think you're doing great, you know? To get all this done and be keeping up with everything else. I don't love how busy you are, but I know--" Something. V'ret cuts off as he starts looking around once inside. "The light in here is very nice, isn't it?" Knuckles rap on tabletop experimentally. "Very nice." "Aaactually," Lys draws out the first sound, letting it make her sound less sure, "I'm not. I'd like to be, but it's an awful lot to deal with. And I don't love how busy I am, either." The blonde clears her throat a little, probably because somehow that might help dissipate her sudden blush (ha). It heralds her movement toward V'ret, going for casual approach, and yet she's just so inexperienced at getting close to people for intimate intents that it comes off awkward. (Maybe adorably? Maybe just awkwardly.) "I thought-- maybe we could-- do something, about that. The busy-ness. And the not doing great. And-- all." If she's not very good at this, V'ret is much more comfortable with helping to close the distance, reaching out for her. Maybe just to put a hand on her arm, to start, but it's something. "We?" It takes only a moment to do some processing on that. "If you need help, you just say the word." For someone who has not shown much public inclination to go the extra mile, he doesn't need very long to think about it. "If I'd known, I would have offered sooner." With his help in having bridged that distance and made the first move in terms of contact, it seems like Lys can now shift to try to slip arms around V'ret's waist and look up at him. "T'zul is awful," okay, the brownrider teenager from the caverns isn't that bad, but given their relative closeness of age, Lys almost certainly has known him a very long time. "I asked Quinlys if I could have another wingsecond to help me. And you sort of make me better. More-- feeling, I guess." It's an awkward thing to say and that's probably why she quickly moves on to the next somewhat awkward thing, "I also thought you might have a lot of motivation to help me and free me up for-- well, other things." That probably involve this kind of contact, but more. The other hand shifts to stroke her hair, and the way V'ret looks down at her is an indulgent sort of pleased. "More feeling." He isn't letting her get away from that one so easily. "I like that. And I like the idea of other things. I really like the idea of other things." But despite grinning as he says it, he's not pushing his luck with the contact thing. "So, you have another wingsecond, seems like." That his hand is going that way has Lys drawing one of hers away from him to pull off the lavender kerchief, silently giving greater invitation, it seems. The kerchief is tucked into her pocket. "That was easier than I thought," Lys tells V'ret with just a hint of a smile. "I think it's probably harder to be insensitive when you feel like you're vulnerable, not-- that being vulnerable is bad when you're around people you can trust-- a person, you can trust." There's probably still some question if V'ret is that person, but the way she looks up at him with slightly raised brows and pursed lips suggests she's taking the consideration of it quite seriously. That allows properly running his fingers through her hair, an intimacy that makes V'ret sigh, like that by itself is... something, here, now. "I want to be that guy." That doesn't mean he is that guy, actually, but at least it's a start. "I want you to believe that... I can take care of you. Keep you safe, if you relax, if you let me... well, not just that. In general." "Maybe you can. We still have time to figure that out." Lys doesn't seem like she's in a rush for that kind of intimacy. "And really, it might take time. H'vier-- took care of me, in a way." That's said a little awkwardly. "And I trusted him, but I didn't at the same time. I trusted Z'riah more, but he never wanted to get in my pants, and he never--" That's cut off, but obviously some comparison between the two men in question is what was coming next. "Sorry, I shouldn't be talking about them when-- You're here." She smiles up at V'ret. "May I have a kiss please?" "I worry about you figuring it out with someone else in the meantime." There, that might be the most honest V'ret's been in the course of this. Maybe Zoth has reported back about other dragons on that ledge. Or maybe it's just the talk about other guys, even those particular ones. He's looking at her face with an unusual seriousness, but her smile reminds him to do the same, and then he moves to indulge the request. Only, that expressed concern sees Lys leaning back away from the kiss. Her brows are furrowed, expression some mixture of confused and concerned. It takes her a moment to figure out just how she wants to respond (and if he leans down to claim that kiss, it will be given, but distractedly). "It's-- true that I have to figure it out with someone. Sometime. Before Evyth would rise. But there's more than half a turn before that would happen. Do you really think it will take us that long to get to-- I mean." This doesn't seem to be coming out right either. "I don't like anyone else." That seems better, but she still looks fairly uncertain. There's no pressing the issue; V'ret straightens again, although it isn't without a brow furrowing. "I never know how long it's going to take. One minute I'm sure you're ready, the next--you know, if it only winds up being the once, so that you're okay when she flies, that's okay. But it's not like I thought you were... well, you know, when this started. I just thought, when we were alone..." He toys with her hair again, a bit, but doesn't move to try to get the kiss back. "You looked so good in that light and I wanted to see more of you." Perhaps more literally than the phrasing suggests. "Sometimes, it is like that," Lys concedes. "I feel okay when we're-- in the midst," she probably doesn't realize that that turn of phrase is accompanied by a press of her hips against him. "But when we slow down, or I have time to think-- I just... I over-think." She bites her lower lip, "I'm sorry." It's the best she has. "If you could have what you want right now, what would that be? With me, I mean." She probably intends to wait for an answer, but then some kind of inspiration strikes her, "Would it help if I promise that I won't try things out with anyone else until we've sorted if we're going to try things together?" "You don't need to promise me anything," which is possibly a more polite way of saying that it isn't actually going to help much. Maybe V'ret is just the jealous type. Or the untrusting type. Neither is very complimentary. Which is maybe why he tempers it with: "That's my problem, not yours. It's not about what I want." Not that his eyes haven't flickered wistfully over in the direction of that bed a couple times through this; there's an attempt being made to avoid it, anyway. Lys gives a slow nod of her head, looking down and letting her gaze go unfocused for a long moment before looking back to him. "V'ret, you know... there will be flights. I mean, I know that's a problem for later because we might well not be doing-- well, but..." Then she shakes her head a little bit, as if sorry she brought it up. "It sort of is about what you want." She focuses on this, looking up at him earnestly. "It should be about what we both want, shouldn't it? I just-- I mean, obviously there's sex, and I'm not there yet, but there are steps in between kissing and that." She chews the inside of her lip. She knows that much in the broad sense but the particulars are probably foreign. "I don't know, V'ret," is frustrated, probably with herself, "Maybe we should just do wing paperwork." That sounds so much better than complicated intimacy issues, right? "Flights are different," V'ret waves that concern off, even though it sounds a bit more like 'flights are too far off to think about right now' than any real assurance of his future thoughts on the issue. "I'm not used to having to think of it like steps. Normally there's just the sort of kissing that happens before I'm sure we're having sex, and then sex, but that doesn't mean it's all..." Pause, a retreat back by just a few inches, a scrutinizing look at her face like he's trying to find some kind of answer there. "Have you actually had an orgasm before?" Apparently no, wing paperwork does not actually sound better. Lys might have had more to say about flights, but even if she did, she's at a sudden loss for words, her blush as deep as any holder girl confronted with the same question. The answer is writ all over her embarrassed face before she says it, and even so, she's slipping arms from around his waist and probably angling to run away, "No." And even, "I'm not even convinced that they're real." It's almost successful, V'ret's attempt to quash his laugh. He almost chokes on it, though, between the attempt to keep his hands on her, to keep her there. All about her choices until she's trying to actually leave, but it's good-natured. "Oh, no, no, no, oh, sweetness, it's alright, here, it's okay. If I'd thought--I didn't think. It's no wonder you're wound so tight." He does manage to keep his hands on her, though they must slip to her hips as she attempts that retreat. It makes her throw of hands into the air that much more comical. "Oh, for fuck's sake," is exasperated. "Bronzeriders," she uses it as a swear. Still, Lys turns back around to face him, her arms firmly crossing over her chest. "I'm twenty, V'ret," not news to him, "I wanted to skip all of this forever. I could've, too," she'd like to think, if not for Evyth. "And now I'm learning about all these things for the first time and it's stupid and embarrassing, but here's where I'm at." Take it or leave it, the tone says; if she were a feline, her fur would be puffed. "It isn't stupid." As she turns back around, V'ret does attempt to get an arm around her, to stroke her arm like he might be able to smooth some of this over with a few passes of his hand. "It isn't stupid and you shouldn't be embarrassed. It's just..." A moment's pause to collect his thoughts. "It's like finding out someone you like has never so much as tasted sugar before. Not even the tiniest bit. And realizing that you're going to see the look on her face when she does." Does this adequately impart why he seems a bit breathless? Lys lets herself be ensnared in his arm, but the soothing doesn't work quite so well as a bronzerider might hope. She still looks flushed and embarrassed. "Some of the girls in the caverns say it never happens, or happens only once ever, and that it's usually awkward and uncomfortable otherwise." So long as they're laying the sex cards on the table, Lys has some to show, apparently. "I like you, V'ret, but I'm not-- counting on it being for me. On anything-- I don't even know what I'm doing here," and the flex of her muscles and pressure on that arm indicates she's really thinking of running away, again (possibly more successfully this time?). "Some girls in the caverns have lousy lovers." V'ret's voice is gentle, and his hand stills but he hasn't let her go, nor shown any sign of being easily inclined to do so. "It'll be for you, Lys, before anything else." V'ret, the selfless, the generous, because it's not like he can't just go find someone else to be selfish with in the meantime if it's necessary, right? Here, now, he is nothing but attentive. "It'll be good for you. You'll sleep better. Concentrate better on work. Don't push me away. I'm being serious." "I'm being serious too," Lys will answer, but the fight goes out of her with a small, frustrated groan, leaning into him and putting her forehead to his chest. "Maybe-- maybe we can-- I don't know-" The blonde seems both unsure and a little uncomfortable of suggesting, "When we get our work done for the day, all the wingleader stuff. All the silver threads, if we're not completely exhausted, we can start pushing my comfort zone?" V'ret puts his arms around her, hand cradling the back of her head, but the embrace is gentle and not particularly confining. A few breaths on his part before he actually says anything. "Sounds like we have a lot to get done, then, doesn't it? Maybe we should get to work." As much as it seems to almost pain him to turn to other things. Lys' eyes close briefly for the embrace, her body pressing to his in silent search of comfort or perhaps just for the nearness. She sighs softly, "We do," she agrees, however reluctantly. Let it not be said that libido gets in the way of lessons with these two. "May I have my kiss before we begin?" That comes out probably more plaintive than Lys intended, "Please," doesn't help that, nor does the renewal of her blush. Yes, she can have it; this time V'ret doesn't let any talking possibly get in the way before he seizes his opportunity. His mouth is not nearly as good at communicating restraint in this context, but apparently he's got pretty good self-control, to pull away before too long. "Work," like he's reminding himself more than her. Now, Lys melts into that kiss. His reminder is met by a little questioning, "Mm?", before there's blinking and a frown and grumble, "Work." She leans up to try to steal one more kiss - a light, little thing this time, before she turns to where there are a couple of bags on a chair: the inevitable, cock-blocking paperwork, but at least they have motivation? Additional Wingsecond As of day 10, month 7, Flurry has a second wingsecond: V'ret. It becomes quickly obvious that Lys works better with the bronzerider than the brownrider, but together they manage to keep T'zul in the loop enough that they all seem more competent through their teamwork. Lys is distinctly better at being sensitive to the weyrlings when V'ret is around. Quinlys must have allowed this addition, though there's talk among the weyrlings about what that might mean for them going forward. If Lys was allowed to choose a second wingsecond, will they, when their turn comes? Or might they be tasked with extra work for more than one month as a result? Only time will tell. |
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