Who

Linny, R'lar

What

Linny and R'lar quarrel over the same issues like only a father and daughter could.

Language

When

It is evening of the first day of the twelfth month of the third turn of the 12th pass.

Where

The Playboy Mansion, Igen Weyr

OOC Date 25 Jan 2015 05:00

 

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"It's not easy to see you struggle, too."



The Playboy Mansion

Not particularly one of the more ostentatious weyrs, though certainly of a larger size than most, this weyr immediately comes off as quaint and cozy with a distinctively warm and homey feel mostly because of the numerous glowbaskets tucked here and there throughout. Upon the floors are plush rugs, all the same creamy color, and every single piece of furniture found within the weyr is built out of a dark wood, with fabrics of varying shades of off-white. Tucked in corners and random spaces throughout the weyr are touches of green, various plants and flowers, all native to Ista, a homage to her home, which add a definite pop of color to the decor. Found hung on the walls are pictures that vary from sketches of different Weyrs to maps of Pern.

The weyr is broken up into two distinct areas. Upon entering, the first area is a small sitting area off to the right and a sizable bar area off to the left. In the sitting area, there's a large couch and three comfortable chairs all surrounding a large square, low table. Against the far wall in the bar area is a large wine rack, taking up the whole wall, filled with various bottles of wine from throughout Pern, and in front of the rack is a large bar set against the right wall to allow passage behind it to access its wealth via the left. In the shelves underneath the bar are fine liquors and various glasses in many shapes and sizes for drinking.

The second area of the weyr, in addition to being the most important, is an immense bedroom area, set apart by a breezy, white linen curtain after going down a small corridor. The bed is, obviously, the most dominant piece of furniture within the room, dressed in white sheets and pillowcases with a fluffy white comforter, placed in almost the direct center of the room, nightstands set on either side. Directly across from the foot of the bed is a sizable hearth to keep the weyr heated when necessary, and throughout the bedroom area are different sized dressers and chests pressed against walls meant for clothes and other belongings. To the right of the bed, off in a little alcove is a considerable bathing pool with a few benches and shelves for supplies such as towels, soapsands, and oils. Then to the left of the bedroom, in another nook, is a designated office, with a bulky desk and plush chair, along with many bookshelves, packed full of books on a number of differing topics.


With the Gather finally over and everyone in the crowd headed back to their homes, despite having a great time, Linny looks pissed as she and Kaelidyth head back to their weyr, sending ahead a message to R'lar and Cojiroth that they are on their way. Sure, the goldrider could catch her father in his little scheme, whatever it is, but it's more fun to make him rush out of wherever he is to get back to try and keep the ruse up. After landing, and making sure her dress isn't all messed up from the trip, Linny stays out on the ledge for a few moments, collecting her thoughts, taking a few deep breaths in and out, and finally, when she's ready, she steps into her weyr, attempting to keep her expression neutral. "I'm home," she calls out softly, not knowing if Sofia is asleep or not yet.

As luck would have it, Sofia's fast asleep and R'lar is sprawled on the couch with an arm draped over the back of it. He's holding a book a little far out in front of him as he attempts to read the text without squinting too much. Looks like the ol' man might need some glasses. Will he ever admit it? Nope, not in this lifetime. He draws the book a little closer to see if it helps, though his arm immediately stretches back out when it obviously doesn't improve a thing. Linny's voice is heard out on the ledge and he sets the book down across his knee so he can stretch. "In here." A hand reaches up to stifle a yawn.

Instead of stomping against the stone as she continues to wear those heels (if she's about to confront her father, she needs as much height as she can get), Linny softly clicks her way towards the sound of R'lar's voice, and when she stands in front of him, she crosses her arms over her chest. But after glancing down and realizing that just pushes up her breasts in her rich red dress, Linny instead sets her hands on her hips. Either way, her posture doesn't indicate anything good. "Have a good evening with your granddaughter?" One eyebrow arches up into her forehead as she locks her eyes on the man.

R'lar streeetches tired arms up over his head and caps it all off with a roll of his shoulders before leaning back against the couch with that very aloof sprawl of his. The palms of his hands rub his eyes for a moment and when he opens them, he finds Linny with her hands on her hips and glaring. Sweet shells. He recognizes that look. "Yup, sure did." What little of it he had. "Your sister stopped by, too." TRUTH. Can't argue that, though he doesn't admit why Ayrin had a purpose in Linny's weyr. The look on his face just emulates innocence as he picks up the book to begin to fake-reading again. Zero eye contact means his daughter will have a harder time seeing that he's been up to no good. Right?

Or it just proves to Linny that he has something to hide. Harkening back to her mother before her, she wastes no time in getting straight to the point— or, straight to the fight, as it were. "Why was I told by someone that they saw you carrying a bottle of rum of out my weyr while I was at the Gather?" she calmly asks, but when the goldrider is that calm, it means that she's boiling under the surface. While Lzi fancied more outright rage, her daughter's is a slow build up; it's hard to tell which is more dangerous and which fire R'lar is better at putting out.

Fortunately for ol' R'lar, he's had decades of practice dealing with not only Lzi's temper, but Linny's as well. He's aloof as he nonchalantly tuuurns the page of the book he's holding out in front of him, eyes squinting only slightly at the text. He can't see a thing. "I wish I had some rum…" he mumbles under his breath before flicking his eyes up toward the goldrider. He wavers a little and debates on how to phrase this… carefully. "I might have stepped out when your sister was here." Notice how he didn't mention the bottle? "But, I wasn't gone for very long." Another page of the book is flipped and he sees a picture of a what appears to be the aerial view of High Reaches Weyr. Aww. Home. A finger points to the image on the page, "Hey, look. This is where my old weyr was." Squint. The map's a little fuzzy, but there it is!

When talk turns to 'home', Linny closes her eyes as she focuses herself to take a deep breath in, making it very obvious that she's making a strong effort to keep her temper in check, and when her eyes open, they burn with the rage inside of her. "Don't change the subject," she says tightly, moving her jaw after her words to help it loosen up. "You offered to watch Sofia so I could go to the Gather and have a night to myself. I didn't ask you. You wanted to. And then come to find out that you left her with Ayrin not very long after I left, and with a bottle of my rum…" So much emphasis. It only further hammers in the point that Linny is livid. "Who or what could have been so important that you left your granddaughter, with rum?"

"Hey now." R'lar says, his voice sounding a little miffed. "I always leave here with some kinda bottle." Ain't that the truth. "Whether I'm just headed back to my weyr, or going to the cavern, or off to visit your sister, or Khalene…" That really good looking blonde greenrider in his wing that just transferred from Ista. He lingers on that image for a moment when a gentle prod from Cojiroth pushes him back into the moment. He clears his throat again and goes back to 'reading' when Linny continues with her glaring — the burning on his skin from that fiery gaze is growing in intensity the more she stews. "I got to spend plenty of time with Sofia before Ayrin got here. And in case you've forgotten," He still sounds miffed. "I've been visiting every night since her return." Okay, maybe not every night but pretty darn close.

"That's not the point, dad," comes out harshly after his reminder, not about to point out the fact that he hasn't been to visit Sofia every night. "If there was something else you wanted to do, you should have told me instead of offering to watch Sofia. I could have asked Ayrin myself to watch her, or shells, even Roslin. But the fact that you offered to watch Sofia and then took a bottle of my rum and went off to fuck whatever greenrider currently holding your attention….that is what pisses me off." Finally, getting to the point of all of Linny's glaring and glowering. "You say you love me, you say you adore Sofia, but then you're off with whoever is making you feel like you're twenty again, taking my booze with you!" There's more, but she'll get to him being a major cockblock in a second.

R'lar mutters something under his breath about how he wishes he got fu— AHEM. Turns out no such fun occurred when he stepped out with the bottle of rum in hand. In fact, he wasn't gone that long but TRUTH BE TOLD he has a conscience. A very thin one, but it's there. Linny doesn't seem to be backing down from her tirade, so poor Ry just sets the book on the couch and pushes forward to lever to his feet. There's another stretch and he scrubs the back of his neck while making his way arooouund the very irritated weyrwoman. "Well, did you have a good time?" Hey, might as well ask. "Dance with a lot of young bucks, did ya?" No, there isn't a tone to go along with that comment. Just… a question. That he needed to ask.

"Yes, I had a great time." Despite the words, Linny's voice doesn't seem to be any more calm, obvious that she still has some fight left in her (thanks to Lzi-genes). "R'xim and I danced quite a bit, but he's the only one who asked me." But that seems to be an easy way into her next point. It seems there's no shame in her game admitting things about her personal life to her father, since Linny throws out there, "And he and I might be having more fun together tonight, but he was too afraid of you to come back here." Which should be no surprise to R'lar: his protective nature has always been a sticking point with the goldrider. "So let me put all of this together for you. You agree to watch my daughter and then leave her with my sister. You take my rum, without asking. You ruin any chance I have with a guy." Arms fly up in the air in a show of dismay as wide, dark eyes just stare at him. "I'm thirty-six Turns old, you treat me like I'm a child, and to top it all of, you could very well actually be just my brother!" Oh yes, Linny went there.

R'lar glances around for his riding jacket that he placed somewhere when he came back to Linny's weyr. Did he leave it back with Cojiroth? The bronzer pivots and looks around the couch and over by the entry way as he stands in silence for a moment while he thinks back through the last candlemark. Is he getting a little forgetful these days, too? No. Never. He's just… flustered. From all the questioning and really dirty looks Linny's giving him at the moment. And then she had to go there. "Now wait a minute, R'xim wouldn't come back here?" Ry thinks back to that infamous arm wrestling match when he kicked the guy's ass twice. There's a brief smirk at the memory and then he clears his throat, pointing at Linny now with an expression that's more fatherly than brotherly. "First of all, I might've agreed to watch Sofia, but everything turned out fine because your sister came by." A beat, "Secondly, I always take your booze so THAT's not a surprise. And thirdly I don't always ruin your chances with these guys. The ones who get 'scared' to come by aren't anything to get upset over because they're obviously not looking for any commitment." There's a pause here as he folds his arms across his chest, eyes locked with hers. "Unless… that's what you want."

"Yes, yes, that's what I want!" Linny yells, but then she winces, pausing for a moment to make sure Sofia isn't about to start fussing, but thankfully, she seems to stay asleep, so the woman takes a centering breath as she takes a step towards her father, allowing her voice to stay low but intense. "I would like nothing more than to settle down and find someone to spend the rest of my life with, but that's not happening for me right now. I'm lonely. That's why it was so great for me to get out tonight. I'm only ever a goldrider and a mommy, and I never have any time for myself." Though Linny tries to keep her voice angry, it falls slightly more towards the pathetic in talking about the failure of her personal life. "It's my life, R'lar," Real Name oooooo, "and I want to live it how I want, however I want, with whoever I want."

This is the same conversation — only different? — that R'lar and Linny have been having for the better part of twenty Turns now. And it's actually very similar to the arguments he and Lzi used to get into that involved either one of them seeing other people or arguing over who slept with who when. It's bittersweet, really. Makes him wish that he could've done things differently when he was living out his glory days at High Reaches… in the oldtime. Old. Time. Ry wilts a little at the thought and then drops his arms to his side when Linny starts in again, his expression softening a bit as well. "And you think I'm not lonely?" Sweet Faranth, he's been struggling since they arrived in this new Weyr and time. "I'm glad I got to jump forward with you and your sister." A hand gestures to Linny. "But, I still wonder if I made the right decision. I'm glad that I can at least watch over you and Ayrin while I'm here, but…" I still miss Lzi. That, however, goes unsaid. "It's not easy to see you struggle, too."

Boy. If there's anything that will put the fire out in Linny's soul, it's seeing her father like that, hearing him say things like that. For as much as she's never felt anything but disgust and hatred for the woman who birthed her, obviously R'lar feels very, very different about the greenrider. Instantly, everything softens around the woman, her shoulders sagging as she sighs, lips that were so tightly pursed now are frowning up at him. "I'll be fine, dad." Dad. Linny attempts as smile as she jerks her head towards the ledge. "Why don't you head home, huh? It's been a long night. Thanks for watching Sofia." No thanks are given to Ayrin despite the fact that she seems to have done at least some of the watching. "I'll see you at breakfast."

R'lar squares those wilted shoulders again and gives a nod to Linny when she suggests that he head home. Oh look, here's his riding jacket slung over the armrest of the couch. He strides over to it and grabs hold of the leather garment just as he leans over to give Linny a kiss on her cheek. "Love you, baby girl. Chin up, okay?" The softer side of Ry is always much easier to handle than the argumentative father figure he's known to be. "See you in the morning." A breath is drawn inward and he flicks a lazy salute to his weyrwoman daughter as he makes his way out onto the ledge where Kaelidyth is on the receiving end of a bow. The ol' bronzer really ought to turn in for the evening and rest that troubled mind of his as thoughts of his past are now fresh in his overactive mind. Boot heels carry him down the stairway, fading into the night as he ventures out into the northern bowl in silence.

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