Logs:Classic or Cliche
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| RL Date: 10 February, 2015 |
| Who: K'zin, Z'riah |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: K'zin isn't R'kol, nor is he interested in taking R'kol's place, but he will borrow Z'riah for some mural inspiration. |
| Where: Storerooms and Artful Artifice Weyr, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 20, Month 13, Turn 36 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Alida/Mentions, Edyis/Mentions, H'vier/Mentions, Quinlys/Mentions, R'kol/Mentions, T'volt/Mentions, Telavi/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Sexual themes and talk of nekkid erotic art, etc. Back-dated. |
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| K'zin is staring at the paint. Here in this not oft used section of the stores, the bronzerider is staring, almost forlornly at the many buckets with their labels. His arms are folded across his chest and it's possible that if he stands here any longer, he's going to begin gathering dust himself. "Shardit, R'kol, I thought we were going to do it in the-- Oh." Z'riah rounds into the aisle where K'zin is staring at paint, clearly having expected him to be someone else. And it's not until he's really looked at him that he realizes it isn't. "Shells, sorry. I thought you were... R'kol." No use being coy about that now since he already said the name. "Still K'zin," the bronzerider offers gravely, but only jokingly, since he grins at Z'riah in the next moment. "Sorry. I might've deterred R'kol with my lengthy paint considerations." Certainly, K'zin didn't mean to cockblock. "Guess he's not much of a showman." This is also a joke. "Been alright, Z'riah? Feel settled in yet?" "K'zin, right." He totally remembered that. Z'riah glances back down the way he'd come, then looks the other way as though he still expects R'kol to show himself. Then he huffs out a sigh and instead focuses his attention on the bronzerider. "He seemed into it. Asshole was probably scared I have a bigger dick." Because this must be a common worry for other men where five foot nine Z'riah is concerned. "S'pose so. I almost even like the colder weather. Makes people want to cozy up, you know? What're you painting?" "Oh, probably," K'zin can agree with some amusement, to R'kol's concern and cozying up. "I have a wall that needs a mural. I've been putting it off a while and I was hoping the paint might inspire me for something." The sigh says it hasn't. "I can get out of here if you think R'kol still might show. Don't know that I'm doing myself any favors standing here." Then, rueful, "Maybe I should go stare at the wall instead." "Nah, fuck him. You're hotter, anyway." If less likely to give Z'riah what he'd been hoping to get with R'kol. But hot is pretty important, too. "Staring at paint and walls might be more exciting." Poor R'kol. "What do you have up already? Maybe I can help with your inspiration." "Come up and see, if you like." K'zin offers, "I think Ras invited Yizibeth to see the ledge, didn't he?" Sometime. Forever ago. The bronzerider starts to turn to go and then turns back to hold up a single finger to make a point. "Still girlfriend," he has one, "not coming onto you." Why on Pern K'zin would feel the need to clarify this before he's grabbing up two cans of a primer and heading for the bowl is anyone's guess. Total mystery. "That sounds like something that would happen," says Z'riah. "I do remember her fawning over him being very nice." The greenrider rolls his eyes because this probably happens with his lifemate a lot. "Yeah, yeah, girlfriend. That doesn't mean I can't enjoy the view." And maybe that's why he falls into step behind the bronzerider instead of beside as he follows him out into the bowl. K'zin has to laugh at the view, but doesn't seem self-conscious about the greenrider's placement. Nor does he do anything to help make it better. It's up to the weyr and in, leaving the dragons to socialize on the ledge. Rasavyth is even roused from his usual introspection to host the green. "That wall," K'zin points as they enter. The one behind the huge table, in the large cavern that looks like it has two doors leading to two truly separate rooms toward the back of the cavern. The other walls, on either side of the hearth have a starry sky and High Reaches sweep along with the Weyr's badge emblazoned there. Yizibeth is so pleased to see Rasavyth and she's not shy about personal space if he'll let her get all close and cozy. No doubt Z'riah would try the same with K'zin if not for this girlfriend of his. As it is, the greenrider only follows so he can see this wall of K'zin's and offer his input. Z'riah is a little taken with the space, though, and he gets stuck gawking at basically everything but the wall for several moments. "Fuck, man. Who did you blow to get this place?" "No one," K'zin laughs. "It was vacant when they took us around to claim weyrs and I called dibs. When we came through it had some... rather objectionable art to most eyes. I don't think Quinlys was surprised when I wanted it. I was still a virgin then, so a weyr full of people fucking on the walls seemed about right. Ras figured polite company wouldn't appreciate it." He's amused as he moves toward a cabinet to produce a wineskin. "Wine? Water? Juice?" He probably has all three since he's offering. Rasavyth seems surprised by the close and cozy, but he doesn't object, even if he's just a touch stiff. "Wine," says Z'riah without hesitating. "People fucking on the walls?" He looks around again. Did he miss that part? There's no way he could have missed that part. Yizibeth warbles at the bronze as she touches her muzzle to his shoulder. Her eyes are closed but her mind is all sweet, contented warmth. "Yeah, originally," K'zin says as he pulls two glasses out and pours. "Scrubbed off the ones in here to put these up. For polite company." He's casual as he offers the wine glass to the greenrider and says with thinly-veiled amusement, "I left the ones in the bedroom alone." He's prepared to follow at a casual stroll in case Z'riah takes off to check them out. Z'riah listens, taking the glass that's offered to him almost as an afterthought as his eyes flicker to the doors. "Thanks," he says and, yup, he's moving that way. "This one?" he asks as he gets to the door, glancing back for some indication before going through the right one. "Yeah." That one. With the bed that could comfortably sleep five that looks designed for the otherwise fairly cozy space. And, of course, the variety of exotic art painted on the walls. K'zin moves to lean against the door frame and sip his wine, rather idly watching the greenrider. There's a sound Z'riah makes when he sees the bed. It's mostly jealousy but maybe also a hint of yearning. He wants it. Or to be in it. He'd probably accept present company, but, well, girlfriends are dumb. Fortunately the mural grabs his attention away quickly and he's left staring at that with his lips parted until he finally says, "Wow." He even sounds like he means it. "I can't take credit for that one," K'zin says, his tone full of rueful amusement. "I thought about making my own mark on it, with paint," the medium seems important to clarify given the content, "but my style doesn't mesh up. I was going to leave them in the workout room, but... too distracting." Sadly. The greenrider's eyes are very busy taking in the details of the work. "What do you mean? Does it matter?" This one is obviously not an artist. "You have a workout room, too?" Maybe Z'riah is starting to get a little jealous of this girlfriend now. "Nah. They don't go together at all." K'zin pushes off the doorframe and moves around to the small desk pushed off to one corner, pulling a leather bound sketch pad out of a drawer. He skips a few pages before offering it toward Z'riah. It's a very, very naked H'vier. A very excited H'vier. "See? Style." It really doesn't look like the murals on the wall aside from the fact that they're both of naked people. Fortunately for K'zin's lovely artwork, Z'riah swallows his wine before he takes the sketch pad and lays eyes on it. Otherwise that choked sound he makes might have resulted in wine in inappropriate places. The greenrider stares at it for entirely too long, then glances up at K'zin, then back down as though he's having some difficulty processing. "Did he pose for this?" It's an important question that apparently trumps complimenting the quality. "Nah, from memory." K'zin answers. "Saw him at the springs recently." He gives a gesture to the most pointed piece of the work, "That's really just..." He shrugs, smirking. "I'm thinking of leaving it on his ledge for him. Though I might do a slight variation involving two like this." H'vier fucking himself? Oh, K'zin. "Asshole homophobe. You know the type, don't you?" He raises a brow at Z'riah. "You can't leave this on his ledge. He'll burn it or something. It deserves better than that." Z'riah, saver of (not so) innocent drawings. "It's really good. You probably know that already. But if I pop a tent, it's totally on you." The greenrider's grin is broad and playful. "I have kind of a thing for the type. They're usually the roughest. With all that pent up anger. He wasn't as rough as I thought he'd be, I guess, but it was good." "Catch him after a flight," K'zin advises with a smirk. "There are always more where that comes from. Have a whole business through the proper," non-mainstream, "channels." The bronzerider flips the sketchbook closed, "Mostly women," he'll say further as he moves to return the sketch book to the drawer. "The point of the business is to pop tents, though I'd prefer you do it in your own weyr. Girlfriend might get the wrong idea," he looks amused still though. "The time she caught a naked girl posing in my bed..." It wasn't pretty his face says without telling the story. For a moment, Z'riah considers this advice. But then he's distracted by the rest of what K'zin says. And the fact that the sketchbook is getting put away. "Man, you really know how to let a guy down," he says with a sigh and mostly feigned disappointment at K'zin's preferences. "Is your girlfriend here? Did I miss her?" In all that vast space he walked through? "Fortunately I'm no girl. And if I get naked in your bed, it won't be for posing." He'd totally get naked in K'zin's bed, though, presumably. The first words makes K'zin pause, reaching down into the drawer, and pulling up a small wooden box with a sliding lid. "Consolation prize," the bronzerider offers with some amusement. "You seem the type that could use this." He moves toward the greenrider to offer the box. "You didn't. She's Tela. Solith's rider. But given that-- er, well, I have a sort of boyfriend also, and that you wouldn't be posing, it might get me into more trouble to have you here than the girl who was just posing. Well, and using my shirt, which I'm given to understand," now, "is somehow against the standard rules of relationships." Z'riah takes the box without really thinking about it and only after a moment drops his gaze from K'zin to look at it with a strangely hopeful disappointment. He tests the lid before sliding it aside. "Girls are trouble," he says as though this is some of his own well-earned wise advice. "So are attractive men who keep hitting on me," K'zin points out without more than a touch of a blush. Within the box is a set of playing cards. Appropriately artistic playing cards, both genders, even! Since he knows he's attractive, there's only a grin that spreads across his face as he says, "Fine. I'll stop hitting on you and let you be boring and faithful or whatever with your dumb girlfriend and boyfriends." Because that makes a lot of sense to him. Except not. Z'riah is nicely distracted by the cards as he starts looking through them, though. "These are great. Do I get to keep them?" Might not be much of a consolation prize if he doesn't. "Thanks. It's what I worked on sorting how to do while I was grounded in Telgar for almost a turn. Green flights," they get violent. K'zin's lips pull into not quite a smirk and not quite a smile. "You can keep them... if." Now a smile, "If you can help me think of something appropriate to put on my sharding wall." Then he's moving to catch Z'riah by an elbow to lead him back out to the wall in question, wherever they will think better. (Or at least more clearly.) Z'riah looks between the bronzerider and the cards. He's not super thrilled with this trade, but he must want the cards enough to say, "Fine," as he lets K'zin lead him back out to where the wall is. He looks at it as he thinks, fingering the deck absently. "What about your dragon? Flying? And flaming!" Which is debateably better than him suggesting a mating flight in progress. "It is why I brought you up here to begin with," K'zin points out, not without a measure of amusement. "I did make clear that I wasn't hitting on you," whether Z'riah believed him or not. K'zin's arms fold across his chest as he looks at the wall. "That's pretty cliche, isn't it? Besides, I think Edyis is doing something like that in the Riders' Lounge, and this isn't the lounge." His eyes slide briefly to Z'riah and then back to the blankness of the wall. "I was kind of hoping we'd end up naked," admits Z'riah, completely shameless. For what it's worth, he doesn't seem all that put out that that hasn't happened, so there's that. "Who? They're painting your dragon in the lounge?" He's probably just playing dumb. "How about the rim with, like... the Red Star in the background and some Thread raining down? Or no Thread, whatever. Maybe just the spires and star stones and whatever." K'zin's eyes give a little roll for Z'riah's shamelessness. He doesn't address that point again though, instead, he's looking at the wall. "Thread and the Red Star sounds cliche, although I suppose it couldn't hurt what with it being an Interval t have some more physical reminder of why we drill and sweep and so on. Not that there aren't other reasons to sweep besides Thread, these days." Highwaymen, pirates, take your pick! K'zin drums his fingers on his opposite arm. "Edyis," is the distracted answer. "Brunette that works in the lounge. Not my dragon. But dragons," plural. "Everything is cliche. If you wanted not cliche, you probably should've left it the way the other room is." Z'riah, the optimist. "Why don't you do a Monacoan landscape? Then I'll just come hang out here when I'm feeling homesick." What more could K'zin ask for than a wanton greenrider who's already offered himself up several times to have an excuse to come over and hang out when he's feeling bummed? "True. I suppose we could call it 'classic' instead," K'zin suggests with a quirk at the edge of his lips that's not quite a smile. "I already did a southern-y landscape in Alida's weyr." Judging from the purse of his lips, he's not about to repeat it here. "If you want one in your weyr, though, I do commissions." He turns a close-lipped smile on Z'riah, "Can even put some naked people frolicking in it, if you like." The bronzerider moves to round the table and walk alongside the cabinets at the base of the wall in question, running his fingers over the sanded-smooth stone. "Thread and the Red Star it is." He glances back go the greenrider with a grin, "You've earned your deck." And he didn't have to get on his knees or anything! Z'riah makes a face at K'zin, but doesn't comment further about southern-y landscapes. "I'll think about it. I don't think my roommate would appreciate having a bunch of naked people on a beach in our weyr and there's not as much space to work with in my alcove. But the whole ceiling is bare in there, so maybe one naked person." There's a grin from the greenrider before he's looking at the bare stone. "I'll be coming to see it once it's finished," he adds even as he starts turning toward the ledge and putting the deck in a pocket. "Thanks for the cards, man. I think it's time to go find someone not tied down by other people." |
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