Logs:H'vier's Expertise
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| RL Date: 28 October, 2014 |
| Who: H'vier, Lycinea |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Lya asks H'vier for his expertise and his marks for a new swimsuit. |
| Where: High Reaches Weyr and WeaverCraft Hall |
| When: Day 15 & 18, Month 2, Turn 36 |
| OOC Notes: Back-dated. |
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| "Want to buy me a bathing suit?" Lycinea greets him as she approaches him in the inner caverns. Not hi. Just the question. She hasn't seen him since turnover. She'd gone to check on him the night of the storm, before heading to her own bed, but he hadn't been at home. She hasn't been back since. It's not that she is avoiding him; she'd cast civil enough looks his way when their paths crossed at a distance, but she's beenbusy. Busy with work, busy with study. Busy. "I'll let you help me pick it out." She offers as what he gets out of it. "Do I want to buy you a bathing suit?" H'vier needs to make sure he heard that greeting correctly because it doesn't sound like the sort of thing that might usually come out of Lycinea's mouth. "Isn't it a little early yet for that sort of thing?" He doesn't stop along his way, expecting her to walk with him if she's going to talk to him. But it's a relatively leisurely pace. "Well, I don't have one." He must have heard her right since she doesn't stop to correct him. "But I might get to go to a real beach sometime and I'd have to not or go naked," which doesn't sound like it especially bothers her, but, "so I'd like to have one so I can go if I ever get the chance to go." Lya has to take two steps for every one of his, but she manages to keep up. "And I bet you've seen lots of women in bathing suits, so you have actual expertise," as opposed to what he might claim to have with other things. "And I've never gotten a bathing suit before. So." She'll yield to his experience. The bronzerider turns his head to look at her while they walk, brows furrowed just slightly. He doesn't comment on how he'd probably like the naked idea more if she were going with him. Perhaps because going to the beach itself doesn't sound like an activity he's supposed to participate in. "I've seen lots of women in lots of different sorts of things," he allows. "That doesn't answer the question." Lya already assumed he had the prerequisite experience to be a bathing-suit-chooser; the real issue is the funds. She looks up at him with raised brows a moment before she has to look back where she's going lest she accidentally run into someone. "Demanding," H'vier points out absently as though she needs a gentle reminder that maybe she shouldn't be. "If you want a bathing suit, I'll buy one for you." But that doesn't necessarily mean he wants to buy her one. Those are two different things. "Would you rather I said pretty please?" Lya asks with a look that suggests he should dream on; other women might bat their eyes and make a joke of it, but not Lya. "I want a bathing suit." She can say that much plainly. She could add more, but that would probably end up talking him out of doing it, so she just shuts up. "When can we go?" Since presumably, at this time of year, going to weaver is probably the best way to get a good one. "Not unless you mean it." And the tone H'vier uses suggests he already knows that she wouldn't, even without her look. "Fine. Later." Not right now. But they can set up a time that works well for both of them, mostly him, and the bronzerider will be there then, ready to take her to weaver.
All the impatience of waiting for the weaver, though yes, slightly subdued by the wine, fades even more when Lycinea comes out in her pink bikini. H'vier looks at her, a slow rake of his dark eyes that isn't entirely innocent even as he says, "I can't see through your arms." Whether she moves them or not, though, it's another few moments before he shakes his head. "I think we can do better than that." Lya does drop her arms, though her pose after isn't one that would be called sexy. She's just standing there. Her hip isn't even thrust to one side, and she just looks a little awkward, uncomfortable in all that-- well, skin. It wasn't even this bad the first time she tried on boots with heels! They've been left with a senior apprentice girl to attend them while the journeyman does Important Journeyman Things after providing a supply in Lya's size for her to try on. Lycinea sighs, "Give me something more to go on. Less? More? Different color? Different style?" This, even as she's turning to vanish back behind the curtain where there will still be as much flesh (and more) but it's private there, save for her calves-down which can be seen to move as she starts to swap garments. "Something darker, maybe. Not too dark. But pink will look like you aren't wearing anything. And if you want to look like you aren't wearing anything, you might as well just not wear anything." There's a slight hitch in his voice when he sees the bottoms come off under the curtain, eyes shifting briefly toward the apprentice. But H'vier continues easily, "I think you should try on something that's all one piece." The apprentice is glad for a break, really. She's not paying them too much apparent mind as she refolds a few of the items on one of the tables. She's probably there to make sure they don't steal anything as much as to help them if they need something, but otherwise, if there's gossip to be made of all this, H'vier and Lya will be long gone by the time it circulates. The next one Lya comes out is an utterly unexciting black one piece that grandmothers probably make popular. The weaver probably was reluctant to let her have one to try on, and it's no wonder that H'vier sends her back in for something else almost immediately. The next one was probably what happened to be on top of the pile because it seems unlikely that Lya would've selected it specially. She steps out in a red one-piece that's only a one piece in name, a crocheted section joining bottom and top and leaving the rest to look as the bikini before them but in bolder color. The way that H'vier looks at Lycinea when she comes out doesn't really match the response he has for it after a few moments. "No." His expression, if Lya actually lets herself recognize it, is definitely saying 'yes', though. "Absolutely not." He might not realize that he's staring. He certainly doesn't look as though he wants her to turn around and take it off. It's probable that at this point in Lycinea's life she doesn't have enough personal experience with that look to place it immediately. She frowns at him, perhaps trying to, or perhaps she's just annoyed she has to try on another. With a much put-upon sigh, she returns to the sheltering privacy the curtain offers. The next one is a navy that makes her pale skin seem all the paler by contrast, though not in a pasty way. There's a slew of patterned of eyelets over her middle, the suit being a one piece but with the illusion of a two thanks to the way it's formed. By comparison to the last, it's modest. "That's better," H'vier says as soon as he sees her. "Much better. I like this one." His eyes might not be popping out quite as much as they had for the last suit, but that's probably the whole point. If anyone's eyes are popping out at Lya, they ought to be his eyes. "What do you think?" Now that H'vier has given his permission for her to consider this one, she turns to the full-length mirror, which she has not yet looked at with any of the previous outfits, and draws in a sharp breath. Her chin tilts down and her eyes find her feet in the reflection. Lya wiggles her toes, silent. Then she steels herself to look back up. One might wonder how much she actually looks at herself. The blush is spreading across her cheeks and down her neck and to her breast, pinkening the exposed flesh there. Her eyes focus on something safe, "I like the buttons," the trio of three on either hip. Small, nondescript things there for decoration not function. "They're nice. It looks good on you." H'vier shifts like he wants to get up and move to her but he's making the very deliberate decision, the very reluctant decision, to stay where he is and let her have space. "Are you comfortable?" Because that's kind of important if one is planning on wearing anything around anyone else. Lycinea is only too glad to have the excuse of answering him as reason to turn away from the mirror. Her arms wrap across her middle as she pivots. "I guess." Then, "I mean," she's obviously self-conscious now, but that might not have to do with the apparel, "I'm not the one who has to look at me in it, so. If you say it's good, then..." She'll trust his judgment, evidently. (Arguably, this is probably one of the safer times to do so.) H'vier isn't entirely sure how to respond to that because it's kind of an unusual way to look at it, from his point of view. Definitely not the perspective that he's used to. "It's good. You look nice without being... quite as eye-catching to a particular sort of man. You look like a girl should look." The bronzerider offers her a brief smile and then his gaze shifts away from her. "If you're happy with it, I expect you can get dressed." "You don't think there's too much skin showing?" The question tumbles out of Lya's mouth in a nervous rush, not pausing to consider just who she's asking. Her blush darkens and rather than give him the chance to answer she's turning to vanish behind the curtain with another rush of words, saying, "Let me try just one more." She's quick about it, though there's nothing saying she doesn't wrap her arms around herself in the privacy of the changing area and take three deep breaths before stepping back out in a magenta one-piece, vivid against her skin. Sure, the color draws the eye, but maybe that's what she's going for? He starts to answer, but his voice doesn't follow her as she turns to try on one more. H'vier just waits for her to come back out, finishing his wine and leaning forward to settle his elbows on his knees and his chin on his interlaced fingers. When Lya comes back out, his reaction is mostly unreadable. He looks her up and down in so much as the suit necessitates. And then he nods. "It's nice." Lya peeks briefly toward the mirror even as she says, "But not as good? As the last one? You liked it better?" She's probably taking a lot from his diminished reaction and, for once, seems to sound genuinely concerned about what he thinks. "If we were going on which one I liked the most," H'vier begins, but lets himself trail off without actually finishing the thought. Maybe she can fill in the blanks. "This one is very nice. Better than the last, really." If maybe a little more eye-catching in ways he'd rather not think about. "It's good. Are you decided, then?" "We are," Lya sounds both confused and a little annoyed. "That's why I asked you to come and not just pay for it." She might be all the more attractive now because she puts her hands on her hips and is no longer, for this moment anyway, the more delicate, abashed Lycinea. "So which one do you like? I'll get that one." This was not about her making decisions, apparently. "There's a difference between the suit I want to see you in and the suit I want other men to see you in, Lya. And I would much rather other men see you in this suit. I might even prefer the ugly black one. This one is still nicer than I like." When other men are in the picture. H'vier seems serious, though, not just like some pervy asshole. It's almost like he cares how other men treat her or something. The blonde's eyebrows dip. Lya looks at him in a way that suggests he might've momentarily started speaking backwards and it's taking her time to parse what he's trying to say. She throws her hands up a moment later and sighs. "Fine. Buy me both." She probably doesn't mean the black one, but probably the navy one from before that he seemed to relatively approve of. "Are you going to give me private shows with the one I like? Or are you going to use it to try your hand at getting other men hard for you?" H'vier's choice of words is probably a deliberate attempt to make her uncomfortable with the one he wants. The attempt works, perhaps too well, because Lycinea's blush turns dark and she tries, "I-- you-- I don't want any--" and after that epic fail she's turning to vanish behind the curtain again. H'vier doesn't follow her, of course. He doesn't move from where he's sitting. He also doesn't apologize. "Don't be silly, Lya. We'll get the suit that you like." Possibly whether she wants it or not now. He might also go home with the one he likes. "I don't want it," is Lya's declaration, her cheeks still red as she appears back out of the booth dressed in her own clothes (a matching set, so he must've bought them for her on some other occasion, though as per her usual tastes fairly understated and nondescript). "Any of them. I was just trying to keep anyone who took me from being uncomfortable. So screw them. And screw you." The last is probably added for good measure, temper breaking through her usual good sense of what keeps her in non-patched clothes. She's seeking the exit as fast as her feet can take her, and there's really no sense that she intends to stop, or get a ride back with them. It's really not a good moment for this temper being so far from home, but there it is. There's no attempt to stop Lycinea and her temper. H'vier lets her go without any comment from himself. But he's buying the damned suits anyway. If she doesn't want them, the one at least, there's likely no doubt in his mind that he can find someone that will. He doesn't wait for her to come around, either. The bronzerider goes home with his purchases and leaves the young blonde to find her own way home, sending one of his female wingriders to fetch her only if Reisoth doesn't see her come back before it gets too late. And the magenta suit will end up on her bed whether she wants it or not. |
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