Who

Selaine, Try'stan

What

((Backscened)) Selaine's been avoiding Try'stan ever since after a flight where Drychnath doesn't catch Akitith. The bronzerider seeks her out… only to get his foot caught in his mouth.

Implied Sex, Nudity

When

It is afternoon of the seventh day of the eighth month of the fifth turn of the 12th pass.

Where

The Cozy Getaway, Igen Weyr

OOC Date 18 Aug 2015 04:00

 

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The Cozy Getaway

The first thing you might notice about this weyr is that is rather homely. A four-poster bed is settled cozily in one corner, with a matching nightstand beside it. A vanity dresser sits a short distance away, though mostly empty of any items except a brush. Shelves of varying height line the walls, with a couple of bookshelves here and there. Towards the center of the area is a small table, surrounding by a couple of chairs. Atop the table lies a scattered assortment of paper. Beneath all the furniture lies several rugs. Though not of high quality, they're comfortable enough to step on. On the walls are several pictures and various sketches collected throughout the Turns.


It's been days, almost a seven in fact, and all Try'stan has seen of Selaine is a glimpse across the Living Cavern, or icily during drills. As of Drychnath''s moping hasn't been enough, being avoided had been worse. So, Try'stan has taken it upon himself to initiate contact. Drychnath drops him at Akitith's ledge and flies off to pursue his own bronze like hobbies. Try's however, stands on the ledge staring at the entrance to Selaine's weyr, wringing his riding jacket in his hands. After staring for long, long moments, he finally walks up to the entrance and knocks. "Selaine??? You home?" He knows she is, but courtesy is something that had been beaten into Try'stan as a child.

And Selaine's been moping in her weyr whenever Try'stan didn't see her. The greenrider has already complained to her dragon about her fickleness and the position she's been placed in because of it. She had known. They both had known what it meant to ride a green dragon, but Akitith's -sometimes- preference for Drychnath had made her believe she was in the clear. How very wrong she had been. On that sandy day when Akitith rose, it had not been the familiar bronze that had caught her. Instead, it had been a Whirlwind brown. And Selaine had woken with a start after it all, only to not find Try'stan beside her. She didn't know how to face him. So as she paces her weyr in an effort to figure out how best to approach the subject, his all-too-familiar voice calls from without. The Arroyo Wingsecond tenses and clears her throat, also making a point to take a seat on the edge of her bed instead of pacing. "Try'stan! Come in!" Perhaps her voice sounds too unaffected? She's trying!

Try'stan sighs and steps in, wishing Selaine hadn't been hiding from him. Truth be, he'd have beat that brownrider to a pulp had they been normal men, but they were not, normal men. They were dragonriders, and as such, had to deal with flight aftermath in a much more grown up manner, no matter how high the testosterone fueled rage is. But Selaine…. Try'stan could never be angry at Selaine for what happened, perhaps he should make her see that?? Eyes wander around the weyr until they land on the woman he loves, full of returned affection. "So this is where you've been hiding… I could think of a few more pleasant places to be." A wink is given, and a wry smile. Shall they start with a bit of comic relief?

Selaine's blue gaze fixates on the entrance as Try'stan enters. And if she was being honest, she had really missed him. Even during drills she had tried her best to avoid eye contact. But her hands ball up as they rest on her legs, almost afraid that he might be mad at her for avoiding him. It was childish, she knew, but this was the first time she'd had to deal with anything like this. It wasn't enough to try and mentally prepare for the situation if she'd never experienced it. As his form fills the entryway, Selaine feels her breath hitch. Faranth but she did miss him and her eyes say it all, but she doesn't say a word until he speaks. The smile he gives is returned with a tentative one of her own. "Certainly not out in that sandstorm, I hope?"

Try'stan laughs. "No, certainly not there." Try'stan looks at Selaine and can see that she is conflicted, so he opens his arms to her, a loving smile on his face. Shards he'd missed her. "I think here would be a good place." He says, wiggling his fingers in indication. "Come here, I missed you."

Selaine can feel her body react almost immediately as his arms open wide. An invitation. His smile brightens the gloomy weyr. And his laugh is like music to her ears. His words spur action and she immediately gets up from her bed and into her love's arms, her own wrapping about him as she buries her face in his chest. Comfort and relief, all in one. His familiar scent invades her senses. "I'm sorry…" is murmured into his chest, muffled.

Try'stan sighs. "What for?" He asks, petting at Selaine's hair as he holds her close. "You couldn't possibly have any control over who Akitith would choose, no more than I." He knows exactly what she's apologizing for and he holds her closer because of it. "We are dragonriders…Flights are part of our lives, no matter how much we hate the outcome." Try'stan places a kiss to Selaine's forehead before laying his head upon hers.

Selaine feels rather than hears Try'stan sighing, feeling the comfort that his petting brings. Her arms wrap tighter around him. He answers his own question and she stiffens ever so slightly in his embrace, though she quickly relaxes as he continues. Eyes close as she leans into the kiss, opening them as their foreheads touch. She rubs her nose against his. "I know but…" And the worry still lingers behind her eyes. She sighs softly but says no more as she leans in to plant a kiss on his lips instead. "I've missed you, too."

Try'stan doesn't let 'buts'slide by that easily, something Selaine has probably figured out by now, and this time is no different. "But? " He asks, after accepting her kiss, of course.

Selaine knows, sure, but she still wrinkles her nose when prompts further explanation. "But it doesn't stop me from feeling guilty about it…" The greenrider replies, eyes flickering between looking at him and looking down.

"Would it help if I said I forgive you, even though there is nothing to be forgiven?" Try'stan tucks a lock of Selaine's hair behind her ear, and kisses her again, showing her just how much he missed her since last seven. outside the weir, the sandstorm continues wind whipping through the Weyr, causing small cyclones to move across the ground. however, inside, a certain bronze rider hope to steam things a bit.

It may have been minutes or hours before Try'stan gets up, but eventually, it must happen. Try'stan kisses Selaine before he does so, and then stands to grab a drink, no matter the fact that he's pretty much naked. Rummaging through his riding bag, Try'stan provides a bottle of whiskey and two drinking glasses. "Up for a round?" He asks, showing Selaine the bottle and glasses. "Perhaps we can just stay in and get a little silly today?" He asks, knowing full well that Drychnath would disapprove of his drinking. No matter, sometimes a rider just has to do what he wants.

Whatever the time, it passes peacefully with Selaine resting in Try'stan's arms. Until he gets up of course, with only a small sound of protest. An arm shifts to prop herself on the bed as she watches him move around, getting an eyeful of her naked lover. A smile spreads on her lips at his suggestion, "Sounds like the perfect idea." she replies, moving to sit up rather than lay sprawled out. There might be some contemplation about putting clothes back on… but she doesn't move to do so just yet.

Try'stan grins and moves his way back to the bed, offering Selaine an empty glass. He flops down upon the bed and leans back upon the headboard, and pulls the stopper from the bottle with his teeth. Hair slides and hangs in his face as he he looks down to pour whiskey into his glass. Then, offering the bottle to Selaine, he grins. "Perfect! Lets do it then!"

Selaine shifts to make room for Try'stan as he comes back to the bed, taking the glass and following his movements to lean against the headboard beside him. She brushes away the strands in his face, tucking them behind his ears as he pours. The offered bottle is taken and poured into her own glass. Once that's done, she places it on the side table beside the bed and holds up her glass, clinking it together with Try'stan. "To us?"

"To Us…" Try'stan echoes and knocks back half the drink, a wide grin falling on his lips as those strands Selaine just tucked away come sliding out again. Time for a cut it seems… if anyone can pin Try's down that is. Another smaller drink is taken. "So, how are you feeling love?"

Selaine grins over at him but doesn't quite knock back her own drink, but does take a rather large sip, feeling the liquid burn in her throat before it slides down into her belly, where it begins to warm her from the inside. Her gaze shifts to her drink at his question, moving to rest her head on his shoulder. "Better… now that you're here." she replies softly. "I know I was being silly… "

Try'stan chuckles and shakes his head. "You weren't being silly. It's normal, to feel guilty about flights when you're romantically involved. Thats why many of us never settle down with a mate. But, for those of us that do, we understand that these things happen." ANother sip is taken and Try's lets out a satisfied puff of air. "If we didn't, we'd have all killed each other from jealousy by now." Try'stan smiles. "Not a damn thing I could do could change the outcome of Aki's flight last seven, and not a damn thing could have put me there with you….So why get mad or feel guilty?"

A small blush colors Selaine's cheeks as she takes another sip of her drink. She sighs again, "I know… it's just… My first time dealing with things like this. I was just… afraid. But you've shown me that I don't need to so… thank you, love." She glances back up and shifts just a bit to give him a quick peck on the cheek.

Try'stan laughs and steals a real kiss from Selaine. "I'm just glad I got the chance, thought you were going to hide from me forever." He grins and reaches over to claim the bottle and refill his glass. "So, how did you manage to slip away so easily? Even during drills, you must teach me this sneakery." Try's wiggles his eyebrows and takes another drink.

Selaine never objects to a real kiss. She grins up at him, only to shift so that he can get that bottle more easily. "Oh… um. Y'know… saying I would get preparations ready for sweeps for the wing or finish up reports. It's easy enough when you're a Wingsecond." She grins sheepishly before taking another sip of her drink.

Try'stan snorts and laughs. "Aye I suppose your position would make it easier. Perhaps I should take some sneaking lessons from that bright looking Weyrling. Y'know…. the one that used to be a spy. Hear he's pretty good at it. Are you sure you're not in cahoots with him?" The look that Try's gives Selaine is full of laughter and teasing.

Selaine chuckles. "Who, S'ayde?" Another soft laugh as she shakes her head. "Of course not. I'm sneaky all on my own." She nudges him playfully. "Did you know I actually Searched him?" The whiskey in her glass is finished off and she takes the bottle to refill it as well.

Try'stan takes a sip and smiles. "I'd heard something of the sort, what did Akitith see in him?" Beside the obvious that is, who wouldn't want a spy in the rider ranks? Try'stan had been watching this particular weyrling too. He was interesting, always sneaking about, and it was unnerving how much the Zingari man seemed to know about people. "The guy is great… but he gives me the heebs. No natural born person is that quiet."

There's a shrug to Try'stan's first answer. "Akitith would only say she saw 'the potential' in him." Selaine rolls her eyes, "Dragons can be quite odd when it comes to that." Another sip of her drink before Selaine giggles lightly. "It's all about practice, darling. There are spies amongst the Harpers, too, y'know. I was even trained in it for a short period."

Try'stan grins. "That they can be. The one and only search Drychnath and I were part of, he kept his secrets to himself. He would give me a name…and that would be all." A sip is taken, and then another, and Try'stan begins to feel the light headed pic-buzz of the whiskey at the back of his skull. "I'm aware of that, but Harpers are known spies." Try's shakes off an invisible chill. "But had you heard of Zingari Spies before this?" If the traders have had spies for years, then who knows what kinds of secrets they hold….

It would seem as though Try'stan wasn't the only one getting buzzed from the whiskey, by the looks of the flush on Selaine's cheeks. "No, to be honest. I hadn't been aware that there were spies outside of the Harpers… Goes to show how naive I was until I came here… One can become too sheltered in a Hold."

Try'stan chuckles and nods. "Tell me about it. I grew up on ships. I spent very little time on the ground at Ista, learning weyr etiquette and how to be a rider had been a very eye opening experience…" Try'stan takes a gulp, a bit of a flush on his own cheeks. "S'how I got searched… The one day I decide to go mainland, and the searchriders nabbed me up…" Try's chuckles. "Wouldn't change it for the world though, wouldn't trade Drych for nothing either." Try's stares off for a minute.

Selaine listens quietly as Try'stan talks of his time before Impression and chuckles softly, taking one last sip of her drink before putting it aside. She uses a free hand to take one of his, "Neither would I. And it allowed us to meet, didn't it?" She comments, leaning her head on his shoulder once more. "I wouldn't trade that for anything, either."

Try'stan is comfortable in the hand holding, but he doesn't relinquish his drink. "Indeed it did, life leads us on many paths." Try's leans back, and closes his eyes for a moment. "Why does it have to be so damn hot, even when it's storming?" Heat had been rising in the weyr, and Try's is now feeling it.

"It's always hot with you in here." Selaine teases, her hands playing with his fingers on his free one. "But, it's summer, love. Of course it's hot. And because of the storm. All that sand just traps the heat." She lets out a deep breath, also feeling the heat as well. Her gaze goes a bit distant as she thinks, staring blankly at their hands. "I… have a question, Try'stan…"

Try'stan chuckles at Selaine's tease and rolls his head to the side so that he can look at her. "I think I prefer tropic heat to this…" He comments idly. He watches Selaine examine their hands and lets out a comfortable, "What's that?", when Selaine says she has a question.

Selaine hums softly at his comparison of tropic heat. To Igen heat. And she's hard put to say which one she prefers. Instead of commenting further on the weather though, she asks, somewhat hesitantly, though the alcohol does ease some of her inhibitions. "Have you ever thought of… of… starting a family..?" she starts, keeping her gaze on their hands before chancing a glance up at Try'stan. "… With me?"

The sheer look of shock on Try'stan's face is enough to say that he hadn't thought about it, not one bit, but it doesn't say he's against it either. "I don't think I've ever entertained having a family with …anyone really. Before I met you, I wasn't real inclined to have a long term relationship…let alone kids…" Try'stan hasn't said he wouldn't have kids either, however, though the question still scares the shit out of him.

The look on Try'stan's face is more than enough for Selaine to look down and avert her gaze, face flaring up. Sure, he didn't exactly say no but… "Right." She fidgets with her hands and laughs a bit nervously. "I guess… it might be a bit soon to think about things like that, huh?" Her hands stop fidgeting and instead she moves to grab her glass, taking a long gulp of the whiskey.

Try'stan pulls Selaine into a hug, pulls her close. "I did not say that I would not ever entertain the idea my love. But I am still adjusting to the things that come with a long term relationship. I also did not think of it, well, because greenriders don't often get pregnant…what with how often they ::between::." Try'stan has always been a man of logistics.

Selaine snuggles against Try'stan's chest, taking in his scent as her body relaxes against him. "It's not impossible…" she murmurs softly, voice slightly muffled, "But Zeyta makes sure we also take extra care to prevent it anyway… making sure we take the right herbs." The greenrider winces slightly.

Try'stan sighs here, though a sharp chuckle escapes him. "The gals aren't the only ones on herbs there love." Which goes to imply that yes, Try'stan is on the stuff too. "Fostering isn't horrible." He says, knowing that it would be easier to foster than have one. But he's talking in hypotheticals of course.

"I know…" she murmurs softly, knowing how meticulous their wingleader can be when it comes to things like that. Though Selaine winces at his suggestion of fostering. More practical, sure… but… It's not the same - she almost says. She sighs as well. "Right…" The greenrider shifts in her lovers arms, turning to place her glass back on the side table before shifting to lay her head on the pillow, staring up at the ceiling.

Try'stan can't help but think he's gotten himself in trouble. "What is it, Selaine?" He asks, setting his glass down and looking towards her with some concern on his face. Probably a stupid question to ask, but sometimes, well, sometimes one walks on eggshells to keep the peace.

Selaine attempts a small smile. "It's nothing." She tells him, turning her body sideways. One hand moves to splay across his one of his thighs, gaze thoughtful. "Just… a little tired, that's all… the whiskey must be getting to me." She was probably rushing it, having brought it up so abruptly. But she couldn't lie about having thought about it recently… and the alcohol had helped loosen her lips.

Aaaand, he's iced out. Try'stan sighs and lets it go. Hopefully Selaine wants to talk about it sometime, but Try's knows enough about women to know when not to poke at something, unless we wants to regret it later. "Well, maybe we should sleep then." Try's sighs. "Or would you like me to go?" Try's still can't shake the feeling that he's in trouble… or had said something wrong. He sits up, ready to slide into a cuddle, or out of the bed, depending.

"No." Selaine answers immediately, "Stay." A beat. "Please." Even if she doesn't feel like answering him truthfully, she still wants him by her side. They'd only just resolved one issue… and Selaine mentally curses herself for bringing up something that might end up putting a rift between them instead.

Try'stan is so confused, but the pleading in Selaine's voice roots him to the spot. He'd come to comfort her and show her he loved her, and now he'd somehow stuck his foot in his mouth. "Alright, love…" Try'stan pulls Selaine into his arms and lays them both down, chin resting on her head. He holds her close, but he has no clue what to say. So the silence stretches on…

Selaine settles in his arms, snuggling close and snaking her arms around his torso. A soft sigh escapes her as the silence stretches on. She's also unsure of what to say, not that she's practically let the cat out of the bag. Her head shifts, moving to lift her face to look at Try'stan, giving him a quick peck on the lips at the look on his face. "You're fine, love. I'm just… thinking too much… Let's sleep, ok?"

Try'stan nods and snuggles down with Selaine, allowing the silence to lull them to sleep. Try'stan goes long after Selaine however, his mind working around the day's events and trying to make sense of them. But go he does, eventually, into dreamless and heavy sleep.

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