Logs:Team Azaylia
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| RL Date: 22 February, 2013 |
| Who: Barnabas, K'del |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Bones and K'del come to an understanding. |
| Where: Greenhouse, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 22, Month 1, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Azaylia/Mentions, Brieli/Mentions, H'kon/Mentions, Taikrin/Mentions |
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| Greenhouse, High Reaches Weyr A rustic and unadorned vestibule leads in from hewn spiral steps to a refitted ledge, enclosed by limestone pillars. Sturdy wooden framework captures elongated glass panes, tilted to absorb the most light during the day. The wash of heat from within, lush and humid, persists even into the dead of winter; the air is heady with the scent of fresh-turned soil and various flora. Long, deep troughs of soil line the inner stone wall, planted with an assortment of broad, leafy tropicals - practical and decorative alike. Fruit and vegetable baskets hang from rafters, optimizing space, tempting in reach with a perpetually ripening harvest. A series of stone shelving is devoted to flourishing, aromatic herbs and new green shoots; even the softest touch releases a burst of savory scent from tender leaves. Amidst the greenery, a handful of wooden benches have been scattered, making this a temptingly warm and secluded spot to sit. Shuttered vents serve to regulate humidity and heat given off from a small hot spring recessed into an alcove at the back; a secondary pool with cooler waters siphons off to provide a constant, fresh supply for irrigation. A small potting station nearby is cluttered with watering cans and gardening tools of various uses, with a wooden bin for composting materials tucked underneath. Snow is sticking to the ground outside, but it tends to melt on the roof of the Greenhouse, sending rivulets of water down the glass - and making this space ideal for watching the outside world from a protected, warm distance. Perhaps that's why K'del can be found in here today, his face all but pressed up to the glass as he stares down at the Weyr below. Of course, he's half hidden by greenery, and so quiet that he might not easily be noticed - for now. "Well well well..." Tone is mocking from square one, Bones having discovered K'del in his quiet reflections. Not that it was easy with how well the bronzerider tucks himself away. "If it isn't the grand and fearless leader himself come to grace my sad little greenhouse?" There might be a bone or two to pick, what with how the gardener crosses his arms in front of his chest, and seems to scowl and smile simultaneously. K'del turns, at the sound of Bones' footsteps, not to mention those words, one brow lifting in a classic gesture of 'What do you want?'. "If you recall," he points out, moderating his tone until it's low and relatively unexpressive, "I'm no leader of any sort at the moment, nor fool enough to claim myself one. I've no bones to pick with you or yours," he adds, and it would be hard to miss the implication of 'yours'. "In fact, been meaning to talk to you. Make sure Azaylia is holding up." The pinch at his brow unclenches itself a touch, the true scowl leaving his face, but eyes still narrowed in suspicion. "Not fool enough to claim yourself one yet. I'm suspectin' you'll get there soon enough, and probably step over friends to do it." He takes slow steps towards K'del and unfolds his arms. "Oh and speakin' of. Azaylia? She's doing fan-fuckin'-tastic, considering how well her friends been treatin' her. Let's go over the list here. Brieli? Hmm, great support there. H'kon? Sure, you can always count on that guy to be warm and nurturing. And then there's you!" The sarcasm is thick in his tone as he presses his index finger to three outstretched fingers on his opposite hand, counting down the list. "Me?" K'del's chin lifts as Bones talks, and if he looks discomforted, well, he also squares his shoulders and keeps his gaze level... except when he winces at the other two names. "I'm doing the best I can... Not my intention to step on her, not ever. She's my choice in all of this. That's what I want: Azaylia as Weyrwoman, with a proper Weyrleader at her side. Sure, I'd like it to be me, but as long as it's someone who'll do his best for the Weyr, I'll support him." Beat. "Glad you're defensive of her. '"Glad someone is on her side, unreservedly. She needs that." The gardener's face softens further still as he continues to approach, but it's only for a moment, Bones seeming intent to cling to his anger. "Yeah, I bet you're real glad that I'm there. Means you don't gotta do shit but sit in a greenhouse and want things for her. I'm the only damn one at her side. I'm better fit to be weyrleader than you." Finally, Bones is in striking distance, and he gives a quick push to K'del's chest with one arm, firm enough to send him back a pace or two if no adjustment is made. "And why the fuck are you being so damn nice!" Yeah! How dare you be kind when he's yelling at you! K'del lets himself be pushed - and let's be clear on that: he lets it happen - though it makes no change to his expression, or to the stance he stands in, at least once he's recovered his footing. "There's a lot more to being Weyrleader than standing by your Weyrwoman," he says, but there's a definite note of regret in his tone. "She knows my position. If she doesn't... well. Maybe I have more work to do, in which case I apologise. Not going to force myself on her, though; she has to make a choice about who she wants with her. And whether she intends to stand up, or-- back away from it all." At least he makes it sound as though he feels genuine affection for the goldrider. "Being nice because I am nice. Because ultimately, think we're on the same side. Because maybe I deserve a reminder." There's a deeper hunch to Bones' shoulders, a predatory lean and a baring of teeth that puts him ready to pounce at K'del. It's in that pose that he listens to the words, still and silent throughout bronzerider's explanation. He waits so patiently for K'del to fire back with something, anything that'd give him reason to tear him limb from limb, but it just doesn't come. "You are nice." Said with equal parts disbelief, and dissapointment. His clenched arms relax and hang. "You stupid... pretty... political..." The angry words are mumbled, Bones frustrated that physical violence couldn't be his outlet. Poor Bones. K'del seems to feel it, too, and it probably doesn't help when he offers, then, "You can still hit me, if it'll help. Make me swear never to do anything that'll hurt Azaylia - make me swear to stand by her." He shrugs, watching the other man's reactions with a measured look to his expression, adding, "Not perfect. Pretty sure I've screwed a bunch of stuff up. Not even sure I'm doing the right thing, sometimes, except-- I love this Weyr. In time, Azaylia's going to be an amazing Weyrwoman. Hraedhyth knew that before anyone else, and me? I trust Hraedhyth. Despite her apparent interest in browns like Szadath." His smile, for that, is crooked. There's ample time for K'del to explain himself, as all of Bones' energy works towards calming himself down from the berseker frenzy that now needed to be pushed back inside. Only after K'del finishes is there any motion in him, and it's a sudden one. A surprisingly proficient right hook is thrown, aimed wide and low to strike K'del in the side of his bicep. Knuckles dig deep into the flesh there, intent on leaving a fist-shaped bruise for days to come. "You're a dick." Bones finally stands tall. Calm. "And you're probably just playin' me with all your talk, but I'm beleivin' you for some stupid reason." Despite his offer, K'del doesn't seem to have anticipated that blow, and it makes his knees buckle - with his good arm, he grabs for the wall, holding himself up just barely as a litany of curses escape his mouth: fucking ow. He holds his arm close to his chest, for all the good that it will do him, and swallows, hard. "I'm a dick," he agrees, through clenched teeth, pain making it hard to talk clearly. "But I'm not playing. I swear it on Cadejoth's egg: I'll do nothing to pit myself against Azaylia. She's safe from me." He releases the wall, moving his hand to rub at his bicep, wincing. "Fucking ow." The face is stern for a moment or two, but seeing K'del clutch and curse does slowly soften the gardener's expression. "Sorry, I kinda put my bodyweight into that one." He rubs at his own bicep impulsively. "You're lucky Azaylia told me to leave you be after you made her cry that one time. I was fixin' to do shit to you that woulda got be sent back to the mines for sure. Hehe." The chuckle is quiet, and a little bit nervous. "Y'gotta talk to Azaylia, because everybody's been tellin' her to grow up but ain't nobody tellin' her how. I'm worried she's gonna snap and put a knife in all your damn backs." A smirk lingers at that one. "Not that I won't be laughin' if that day comes. It'd serve you right, far as I'm concerned." "It's fine," says K'del, letting out a long, whistling breath through his teeth. "Probably deserve it." He looks troubled for the tears, but aside from his mouth opening slightly, makes no reply to it, no defense of himself. Instead, it's that later remark that has him nodding, once. "Maybe it's time to-- I'll try, Bones. Do everything I can to help her. It's--" He breaks off, turning his gaze away from the other hand, and instead, towards the fingers that keep rubbing at his bicep. "Not terribly proud of the way I distanced myself from her. She was right to be angry. But now..." This time, his nod is firmer. "Just make sure you're helpin' her for the right reasons, y'hear me?" Bones gives a sigh, and rubs the back of his neck. "Build her back up because you care about her, not just your stupid mountain hole." Weyr. Semantics. "Don't care who leads it, just care that Zee don't have her fragile brain broke in the process." An apologetic glance is given to K'del, both for his arm and a little something more. "Don't suppose I'm givin' you enough credit for dealin with your losses as well as you are, either." K'del actually seems more awkward as soon as his 'losses' are mentioned, and the way he's dealing with them - enough so that he drops his hand from his arm, and then lowers his arm again, all the more determined, it seems, to look hale and hearty. "If at any moment, you think I'm doing something for me, something that'll hurt her, you come and yell at me again," he says. "Not saying I'm perfect. Not saying it won't hurt if she ends up Weyrwoman with someone else as her Weyrleader. But I'll try." "Now you're just trying too hard to get on my good side." He gives a smile, the earnestness becoming a touch uncomfortable. He tempers it with more threats of violence "But I'll do more than just yell. I'll take your other damn arm. Maybe a leg too." He gives his second push at K'del's chest for the day, this one with no real muscle and all smiles. "Sorry for being an asshole in the beginning there." K'del lets out a huff of laughter, saying, "Sorry. Next time I'll give you grief." An apology. Because that totally helps with the niceness! "Arm and a leg. Got it. Gives me definite incentive to behave. No - it's fine. You said what you needed to. Rather you were an asshole, telling me the truth, than an ass-kisser. But I'll hold that punch against you forever, okay? That's my wanking arm, and it's not as though I'm getting any real action at the moment." "Well then I'm doin' you a favor. Y'know it feels like a stranger when you use the other hand. Ha!" He moves in and puts an arm around K'del, making sure to approach from the uninjured side. "Now. Enough talk about politics and sad girls. More talk about working out and jerkin' it." Y'know, guy stuff. "You, me, drinks. Right now. Snowasis. Let's go chief." One moment, two moments, three-- and then K'del cracks up, losing his composure entirely, enough so that it takes him a moment to register Bones' presence, and that arm around him. "Sold," he says. "I'll buy." Watch out, Snowasis: Team Azaylia is on the move. |
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Comments on "Logs:Team Azaylia"Zian (Zian (talk)) left a comment on Sat, 23 Feb 2013 01:31:23 GMT.
BONES FOR WEYRLEADER.
Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Sat, 23 Feb 2013 01:50:23 GMT.
...And then Bones took drunk K'del home and they mad manly love. The end! :D
Seriously though. K'del is so nice. And Bones is such a jackass. x3
Jolie (Jolie (talk)) left a comment on Sat, 23 Feb 2013 01:52:24 GMT.
Haha!!
This was great. Bones would make a great Weyrleader! Jo would support. XD
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