Logs:Owning Up
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| RL Date: 7 January, 2016 |
| Who: K'zin, Quinlys |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: K'zin owns up to his mistakes. Quinlys doesn't take him back, professionally. |
| Where: Weyrlingmaster's Office, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 4, Month 10, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Telavi/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: There's no way K'zin is getting in trouble for not talking to Telavi first about wanting to make another major life change. No way! |
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>---< Weyrlingmaster's Office, High Reaches Weyr >---------------------------< Made private by a thick, insulated door that blocks out most of the noise from the barracks beyond, the weyrlingmaster's office is a comfortable, quiet alcove. Instead of an imposing desk, much of the room is taken up by a large round table, with five chairs spaced around its edges. Beneath it is a square rug pieced together from twisted rags that stretches from wall to wall, just barely leaving room for the long bookcases and filing cabinets. On the back wall, a geometric tapestry and blue and black is hung, providing both insulation and decoration. -----------------------------< Active Players >----------------------------- K'zin M 26 6'1" muscled, brown hair, brown eyes 0s Quinlys F 33 5'4" soft, dark red hair, blue eyes 4m The knock is tentative enough to be a weyrling worried about betweening and coming for a pep talk. The voice, however, that calls quietly, "Weyrlingmaster Quinlys?" is decidedly not that of teenage boy. It's familiarly K'zin's, of course, and he follows it up a beat later with, "I brought you things," which can only mean 'free'(-with-he-wishes-there-were-strings-attached) booze. Inside... was Quinlys napping? Good thing the door is closed, since she has to start herself into wakefulness, abruptly rubbing at her eyes and perhaps not quite registering who K'zin is until after she's said, "Come in." Because her expression? Not so enthused. K'zin steps quickly inside, eyes falling on the redhead with a briefly puzzled look, using his boot to nudge the door closed behind him since there's a bottle of whiskey in each hand. These, he lofts toward her as if it will buy him some of her time. "I was really, really stupid." If he gets only one sentence, that seems to be the one he chooses. Surprisingly, Quinlys gives those bottles a glance that can only, surely, be described as 'suspicious' and abruptly sits back, arms crossed. "You 'were' really, really stupid?" She sounds distinctly grumpy. "But you're not anymore? I'll believe that when I see it." "No, I'm almost definitely still really, really stupid. Twenty-six and still not grown out of it. Not sure there's any hope for me." K'zin answers with self-deprecating humor and one of his token Waki smiles. "But I think you've probably known that for as long as we've known each other." He advances to place the bottles on the table, placing his empty hands on the back of a chair, without inviting himself to sit. "I've been trying. I really have. I thought Tundra was the right place for me and so I've tried. And tried. And--" He briefly captures his lower lip between his teeth before blowing out a breath and admitting, with tightened jaw, "I'm failing." "And?" Quinlys blurts that out with pausing to think, not even for a moment. "What do you want me to do about it, K'zin?" She's still not moved away from her stance, not even to inspect the bottles. "I'm not sure what it has to do with me, except that you feel the need to tell me you fucked up. Which, well, I already knew that. What do you want?" There's a pause. Perhaps K'zin is rethinking being here, but it he doesn't move, not yet. He does straighten, he does meet her gaze, his own look humble, earnest. "You're the only one who can tell me if there's anything I can do to earn a place here, again." Of course that's what he wants and there's no assumption in his manner; the bronzerider seems to know he's asking a lot. Quinlys makes a noise that is one part scoffing and one part utter disbelief. "No," she says. And then, more firmly: "No, K'zin. You gave it up. You decided something mattered more to you. I'm not taking you back, not now, not because you've suddenly realised what an ass you are." K'zin looks crestfallen, heart-broken. Still, it's rather manful that he doesn't cry, that what he does is just take a moment, a deep breath and nod. "I was wrong." He steps back. "I'm sorry, Weyrlingmaster." Sorry, probably, both that he was wrong at all and that it seems to be a wrong that can't be made right. He squares his shoulders, lips tight but no fight in his expression. "I learned almost everything that matters in life from you or Tela. Thank you." Then he'll turn to go. Quinlys opens her mouth, but honestly, the words aren't coming out; she shuts it again, holding her mouth tightly closed until K'zin is gone. It must be pregnancy hormones that has her slamming one fist into the table, then, tears streaming down her cheeks. This sucks. |
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