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Post by glamourie on Dec 1, 2007 19:15:00 GMT -5
Uhhhh --- awkward. Majorly awkward. Rawign blinked twice, and turned his full attention to Marra, quite pointedly seemingly to avoid noticing the other two. Fortunately (or perhaps unfortunately?) their behavior prevented him from lashing out with his immediate response to Marra's words; or perhaps it was their presence, for he refused to argue with her in front of anyone else, if he could help it. At least, not when he was right, and he felt he was. It didn't matter that Shmee was pregnant. Calling any woman fat, under any circumstances, was rude. Doing so in a public place was worse. Harpers were supposed to be diplomatic, weren't they, to some degree? Or at least capable of possessing tact enough to avoid saying something so provocative. Sometimes, he wondered if Marra even realized just how she came off to people. She must not have, because honestly, who in their right mind would call the Weyrwoman fat? Or imply she was going to get that way? He was pretty sure that Beggar weighed more than her.
The escape the Harper girl offered quite effectively stole any agitation Rawign had for her away, for she'd provided him an out and he couldn't describe how grateful he was. Brightly smiling, Rawign nodded, "Yes, we do." How he wanted to add something like, 'Trying to get me alone?' just to incense her. He was angry with Marra still, and it had nothing to do with Shmee or the bronzerider. No, his agitation was completely a result of the state of her clothing and his own active imagination, but he'd never admit that much aloud. Not to anyone. Finishing his pie, Rawign stood up and bowed politely to both her and to the Weyrleader. "You owe us no apologies! But, thank you for the pie, Weyrwoman~" And then he nodded to the Weyrleader as well, if only because he did not want to reveal his title aloud if he wasn't wearing his knots. The man behind the counter didn't appear to recognize him, so...
They probably wanted to be alone anyway. Rawign didn't want to bother the two. Truth was, he was less bothered by their behavior and more their titles. The Weyrleader intimidated him enough as it was, and he had the distinct impression that he was... bothering them? Being a nuisance? Weyrleaders surely had enough things to deal with than some no-name person like him. He didn't want to be a burden in any way. Gathers were supposed to be relaxing, and dealing with some candidate they probably wouldn't remember for more than five minutes after he was gone was not likely to be very relaxing. He figured he owed it to both of them to at least wander off the first chance he got to do so politely.
Rawign took his empty pie container (He'd efficiently scarfed it down to the point of near brutality) and fork before bowing again. Then he gestured for Marra to follow him and slipped away from the two at a leisurely pace. Once they were alone, he was going to tear into her for being so rude - or at least, he'd claim his agitation was for her treatment of the Weyrwoman. But in truth, he was not anywhere near as upset by that (She did seem to recover very quickly!) as he was by the way Marra had been treating him earlier. She claimed he was following her around? Hmph. It didn't seem as if that one cut only one way, considering she'd found he way over to him! Horrible girl! Grr. He was not jealous. He wasn't. He was ... well, he didn't know what he was, but jealous was not it. That thought was repeated as a mantra to himself, as if repeating it could burn the words into his mind and reassure him.
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Requiem
Weyrleader S'rei WM M?ta Rider A'nd Harper/Handler Dmitri Weyrbrat Miguel
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Post by Requiem on Dec 2, 2007 2:02:26 GMT -5
((Where do you get these words, Museh? I was suprised to find canoodlers wasn't something made up. Cute. xP))
Shmee's hands ghosting over his torso had been rather distracting, in more ways than one. Her touch was never unwelcome. He was, however, rather ticklish along his sides, and it took all his willpower not to squirm out of the chair completely. The Weyrleader, too, was rather sensitive about the scars, particularly those on his abdomen, the which were the ones easiest seen as his shirt began riding up. It wasn't so much that he was vain; S'rei simply didn't like answering questions about how he'd acquired those particular scars. It was thus a major relief when his teasing distracted Shmee enough that she withdrew her hands.
Trust the Weyrwoman not to allow him to simply toy with her. She forcibly deepened his kiss. Not that you'd see S'rei complaining. He just found that, though he'd thought he could win this battle of seduction, her forwardness was making it difficult for him to think.
Just as his mind grazed along the issue of her forwardness, Shmee broke the kiss, adjusting herself in such a way that he was taken aback for a few precious moments. The Weyrwoman was practically giving him a lapdance in the middle of the square! For a man like S'rei, who tended more toward the subtle side of things, it was enough to make his face flush. The man knew Shmee well enough to be aware that this was as much for Rawign's and the harper's benefit as his; the Weyrwoman and her perverse nature! Their discomfort made her feel the need to take it to the next level of blatant.
The Weyrleader was far too distracted to pay much attention to either of these children. He had a succubus on his lap. Though her forwardness had shocked him, S'rei recovered relatively swiftly, his mouth quirking in that odd way of his. "Now, Weyrwoman. The children." He lifted her, even in his seated position - the man had a good deal of strength despite his rather slender form - and deposited Shmee back in the chair she'd been in. Discreetly crossing his legs, S'rei effectively erased all evidence of her effect on him, his grays clearly amused.
"You're sweet enough that you don't need all of this cream," he commented, using it as an excuse to reach past her to the pies beyond the Weyrwoman, though he still hadn't finished the naked pie from earlier. His left hand rested lightly on her thigh for support, even as he brushed the swell of her breast with his arm. His expression was one of pure innocence as he straightened and grinned at her, depositing some of the cream he'd gotten on a finger directly on the tip of her nose before settling in to eat a little of it.
He'd seemed to have forgotten that his hand was still on her thigh. S'rei hummed a little tune to himself, one he'd thought up awhile back. He wasn't a harper, though he might have been had he not impressed so early. The man had a decent voice by all accounts, and a knack for songwriting that some might have found odd if they only knew him in a work relationship. He hoped Shmee would like it. Nervous with anticipation - not unlike the candidates who would soon be standing for the upcoming hatching - S'rei shot a shy glance Shmee's way.
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Post by Administrator on Dec 2, 2007 21:10:43 GMT -5
((You've never heard of "canoodle" before??))
With an almost fierce determination, Marra seized Rawign's arm, tugging him away from the couple. "Well, let's go do that thing that we were going to do," she told him with a forced smile. Upon closer examination, one would be curious to note that her teeth were gritted. How interesting. Nodding quickly to the Weyrleaders out of courtesy, she pulled the candidate around the stall, out of sight from the two. Letting go of his arm, she groaned, proceeding to straighten herself out. Her collar was a bit more messier than usual... "I swear to Faranth, if people keep messing around in public, pretty soon it will be acceptable to just throw someone on the floor and show the world how much lust they have," she told him irritably. "They could at least give us the benefit of taking it behind a stall or something."
She sighed. PDA was not her favorite thing in the world, especially from the way her brief 'meeting' with Metrol went. Determined not to let Rawign know what happened, she forced a smirk. "So, eating pies?" she commented, in a way that could almost suggest I've-been-eating-something-better. Not that she did, but messing with this candidate's mind was something that really appealed to Marra, like how much little urchins loved bubbly pies. This was such a guilty pleasure, but it was fun. Licking her lips as though relishing the memory of the other pair that had touched them, she sighed dreamily. Oh, how torment was fun.
Shmee, however, was enjoying the actions that had frightened the other two off. She giggled as S'rei moved her back down to her seat, and looked up at him in a pout. Why move her? She was perfectly comfortable, and she had been able to tell that he was most certainly comfortable with that position. Her eyes flickered downward to wear he folded his legs, and gave him a knowing smirk. She could always have her way in the end. Sighing dramatically, she rested her chin in her hand on the table, her vivid blue eyes flickering over to where the harper and the candidate vanished. Good, good. It was just her and S'rei again.
She nearly jumped as she was startled from her reverie as she felt a hand on her thigh and an arm discreetly brushing past her breast. Blushing pink, but pleased, she replied sweetly, "I'll let you have some cream if you share." She could feel her heart patter a little against her chest, getting impatient with these clean motions, but knowing they couldn't go too far without needing someplace private. How troublesome.
Laughing like a little bell as he plopped some cream on her nose, she watched him happily. She loved him, she thought to herself with a glow to her features. It was almost unbelievable when she actually stopped to think about it, but it was true. Crossing her own legs over, even though she didn't visibly have a need to, she allowed her hand to travel over to his knee as she listened to him hum.
He wasn't much of a hummer, or if he was, it wasn't often. He must be very happy. "You should hum more often," she told him with a laugh. "You always sound so happy. It's nice to know that there's a little goodness out in the world." Standing up (regretfully shedding his warm hand from her thigh in the process), she leaned against him, her breasts pressing against his back forcefully as she looked over his shoulder. Resting her head in the curve of his neck, she kissed it lightly as she threaded her arms around his waist.
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Post by glamourie on Dec 2, 2007 21:37:20 GMT -5
Once they were away from the Weyrleaders, Rawign whirled like a storm to face Marra, giving her a look somewhere close to dangerous. Her behavior was outwardly ignored (though noted with a cold fury he was unwilling to confess to) before he pointed accusingly at her. "You're one to talk about behavior in public. Ignoring the fact that she's pregnant for one moment, I would expect that a Harper should have more dignity and respect for authority or indeed for humanity at all to call any woman fat! What were you thinking?" Rage, rage, rage. "That being said, whether you knew she is pregnant or not is inconsequential to the fact that she is and you owe the Weyrwoman an apology. Additionally, who are you to be calling anyone anything? And talking of public displays of affection, from your state, I don't think you have anything to comment on. Behind the stall, that's where they should go? But it was occupied by you and your harper friend, wasn't it? Maybe they thought to and found the spot too crowded for their liking!"
Okay, he had no way of really knowing for sure anything happened, although Marra's behavior had him quite convinced that something major did, and he was annoyed at her. He was more upset that she'd upset the Weyrwoman, although the Weyrleader seemed to, erm, fix that. He refused to admit that the idea of Marra and some random guy who wasn't even that good looking (Not that he knew what good looking for a man was - he simply assumed that he was ugly because Rawign didn't like him. Nevermind that he had no valid reason to dislike him either.) upset him all that much. He wasn't bothered. He wasn't angry over that. He wasn't! He was - he was just upset that - oh, sharding -
"Didn't you warn me about some drudge who lives near you? And reputations at stake? I find it funny that you're such a hypocrite," he continued, relentless in his jealousy annoyance. She was a fine one to talk about anyone. And what did she mean about the pies comment? "Yes, I was eating pies, I like pies. They happen to be my favourite food, not that it's any business of yours." Furious, Rawign stomped, tempted to stalk away from her. The only reason he didn't was because he wanted to see her expression, especially when he added, "I suppose I was right in guessing that you truly are an expert at finding lovers at the Weyr and Holds nearby!" He was out of line. He knew he was out of line, but he was so flustered that he couldn't stop himself. He wouldn't admit why, though a moment after the words escaped him, guilt replaced most of the cold fury. "I'm sorry. That was out of line. But you really are a fine one to be commenting on people behaving inappropriately in public, considering how you've been behaving. It doesn't take a mastercrafter to deduce anything from your state." He gestured to her shirt before shaking his head, disapproving.
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Requiem
Weyrleader S'rei WM M?ta Rider A'nd Harper/Handler Dmitri Weyrbrat Miguel
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Post by Requiem on Dec 4, 2007 0:39:04 GMT -5
(Heh, no!!)
Blushing and giggling. It made his heart warm. Shmee was oh so very young, and yet half the time she seemed to feel the need to act older, sharper, firmer. S'rei knew it took a certain level of maturity to stand and say, 'This is the way I am. There may be problems. I'll work on those. But this? What you see? This is me, and I won't pretend to be anything else.' Of course that didn't mean that a person shouldn't try to improve themselves. It just meant that they shouldn't try to portray the image of something that simply wasn't true. S'rei loved Shmee, this playful, girlish, quite nearly - though he was quickly changing that - innocent woman. A compassionate woman. A woman who knew she had failings, who worried and loved and was sometimes insecure. Not the arrogant, snippy floozy she'd projected at their first meeting.
She spoke, breaking his train of thought and the quiet humming, the man's eyes shifting to regard her full-on rather than just through his peripheral vision. "I don't know if me being happy has quite that - universal - a meaning," S'rei replied, amusement touching his words. He was glad, though, that she seemed to think he was always happy. It meant that his concerns were being shielded from her. Exactly as he had intended. The Weyrwoman was pregnant, carrying his child, and had a clutch on the sands...she didn't need to see him in his pensive moments, to see the uncertainty cross his face. He wanted to be her strength. Not a burden. It was one of the few true gifts he could offer her.
Did she realize she still had that cream on her nose? She must. Although she was doing a fairly good job at making it seem as if she'd forgotten it, the sight melting the Weyrleader. When had she become this sweet? No. He wouldn't give in. S'rei could be stubborn when he needed to be, and he absolutely refused to lose their game, if only to prove that there was a little strength in his sex left when it came to these matters.
Mmmmm...breasts...Oh, bother. You've no hope, Salenth commented wryly. Maybe not. But the game is half the fun. S'rei grinned, though he continued eating the pie, determined not to let Shmee know how close he was to breaking and whisking her away. Even her breath against his neck, the soft kiss, he steeled himself against. They were likely going to be here awhile if she continued like this, though; S'rei didn't want to be walking around displaying his ardour. Too many people knew him and Shmee on sight, and most would guess who he was by her knots if they didn't know him. Not exactly the best way to compliment his title.
A hand snaked up to the back of her head, even as his mind ran through the all too familiar list of images and thoughts that never failed to sober him - something his father had actually taught him when he was younger - S'rei turned his head and kissed her lightly on the nose, licking away the cream. "I won't be sharing with a dirty little girl," he murmured, smirking at the double-meaning. "Now be good." By this time he'd gotten his body firmly under control, and was better prepared for anything she might throw at him. Obviously she wasn't going to stop at the normal publically acceptable levels.
He collected some more of the pie, bringing the fork up to shoulder level and pausing just out of her reach. There was a healthy dollop of cream on it. "Promise?"
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Post by Administrator on Dec 5, 2007 10:04:03 GMT -5
Marra could only respond to Rawign’s angry outburst with a glare. “Anything is better than the hideous passivity that you exhibit so… commonly!” she retorted with venom in her fierce voice. “Women call each other fat all the time. Not necessarily to their face, but that’s because they’re too cowardly to do so. Unless you secretly have breasts—which you might, I can never tell—you wouldn’t understand this sort of thing.” Not that Marra did. She carefully had avoided getting involved in Hall gossip in her time as an apprentice. Of course she had no idea how it worked, but still, this was the basic idea, wasn’t it?
Shard him. She never expected Rawign to get this angry over such foolishness! “I do not owe her an apology!” she spat. “I was right, wasn’t I? She’s pregnant, so she will get fat. Don’t make me apologize for being right. It’s a disgusting human trait called envy- how I was right and brass enough to comment on it where you just sit around eating pie. Perhaps you suffer from gluttony, too! You don’t give a hog’s ass if she’s insulted or not. You just think you’re losing your chance for pies.
Irritably, she folded her arms crossly, glowering at him. Let his temper flare. She could quell any fire that blew her way. She was actually quite proud as she restrained herself when he taunted her with his talk about doing things behind gather stalls. She was quite tempted to hit him so hard his neck would crack, but she kept her cool. Smiling a smile like poisoned honey, she told him sweetly, “I could have easily pointed them to a nearby stall, if I could hear them over my moans of lust.”
That was a total lie. There had been no moans. The closest there had been was Metrol’s grunts as he attempted to wrestle with Marra’s shirt, and Marra’s own grunts as she pushed him away. Still, her ultimate goal was to make Rawign as angry as she could. From the way he was talking down to her, he deserved it.
It was being compared to her neighbor that truly made Marra crack. Hatred pulsating through her veins, she charged at him, swinging a hard slap across his face. “Don’t you dare say that, you stupid, ignorant, dimglow!” Bringing her other hand across his other cheek, she began storming off. Livid that he now had the gumption to say this, she spun back around, unsure of what she could possibly do to him to make him pay for what he said.
Even when he apologized, Marra shook her head, a bitter, hard look taking over her features. “I’m glad you’re sorry, though you’ll have to do a lot more than that for me to accept it.” He had basically called her a whore, like her neighbor was. That would take an awful lot to forgive him of that. She paused, then hissed, “I hope you rot.” Spinning around, she charged off in the direction of the hold.
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“It’s universal to me,” Shmee told him happily, slyly moving her arms so that they were wrapped around him beneath his shirt, his firm flesh feeling so warm and stable beneath her. Had she been able to get her own way, she would rip the obstructing shirt from him, but alas, such was not the case. Her kisses at his neck, however, grew more insistent, her lips trailing along down his neck until they reached his collar. It relieved her he was so happy. He was so happy, so loving lately that it made Shmee’s own heart feel warm. This babe would grow to be happy, just like they were, she thought with a rosy glow in her cheeks.
By this time, she had forgotten about the cream on her nose (she was too preoccupied with S’rei’s body), when he caught her head, she blinked in surprise not only at the action, but the white splotch that she could see sticking out from her nose. What…? Remembering, she smiled as if she had never forgotten about it, sweetly with the barest hint of wickedness.
Giggling as S’rei kissed the cream off, it was replaced by a pouty frown as he told her he wouldn’t share if she was dirty. “But I want to be dirty,” she told him, pressing her pelvis into his back where he sat. “I know you don’t mind it when I’m dirty. You can always just, ah, help clean me up.” Running her fingers in circles along his stomach, she smirked. She hadn’t let herself be this lusty for a while.
Determined to get that piece of pie while avoiding promises, her head shot out to it, trying to crane her neck to the fork in hopes it would be knocked to her mouth. He couldn’t actually be serious about making her behave…
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Post by glamourie on Dec 5, 2007 10:17:41 GMT -5
The 'passivity' she referred to - or as close to what Rawign could deduce she meant; Marra really could be vague when she tried - was what he held on to from the north, his desperate attempts to keep peace. He didn't like fighting and he didn't think he was very good at it anyway. He scowled, but otherwise did not respond verbally, seeing no need to state what he thought was obvious. Whether women called one another fat or not was irrelevant in that it was a cruel thing to say to a young woman, pregnant or not, and he strongly suspected the Weyrwoman wasn't Marra's friend. Coming from her it was little more than derogatory and therefore uncalled for. And pregnancy did not denote becoming fat due to the fct that most of the weight put on while pregnant was a baby's - it was not the same thing and he honestly, in that moment, hoped snidely that Marra got to find out exactly how different it was... thanks to her little.. escapade with Metrol. It would serve her right!
The smack actually came as a surprise, but Rawign made no effort to stop her or respond to it, except to give a murderous look. The way she reacted, and her statements about her harper friend, made it painfully clear in his mind (given that he did not know the full situation) that he was exactly right. Why else would she respond so furiously? Had he touched a nerve? Good. He was angry with her and he'd wanted to hurt her. No part of Rawign was being merciful in that statement and though he apologized, he wouldn't do anything more. She was out of line in her behavior to Shmee; he was out of line in his behavior to her. In his opinion, they were even. Besides, she'd slapped him, as far as he was concerned his guilt was annulled with that one reaction.
Muttering under his breath, Rawign stalked off, ignoring the throb in his cheek. He hadn't cared one lick about the pies and that was not remotely why he was upset. He honestly thought she'd mistreated someone who very obviously didn't deserve it - in a way, was Marra not proving her own point? That she was no better than the people she passed judgment on? What an infuriating female she was. He shook his head before ambling off to find some place far from deranged hypocrites to loiter at. He wasn't sure he'd be able to stand being near Marra again without throwing one nasty fit at her for everything she'd done to upset him from the moment he met her. Bottled up emotions only took so long before they surged to the surface, after all.
[ This is Rawign, signing out? xDDD ]
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Requiem
Weyrleader S'rei WM M?ta Rider A'nd Harper/Handler Dmitri Weyrbrat Miguel
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Post by Requiem on Dec 6, 2007 2:25:16 GMT -5
It took all his willpower not to simply pick the little minx up and have his way with her in the nearest semi-private spot he could conceivably find within the next few seconds. He hadn't seen her in over a day before the Gather, and they certainly hadn't had time to enjoy each other. S'rei was still quite young, not yet in his prime, and all the lustiness that came with that age burned inside him. It had been easier to deny himself when there was no one that his peculiar sense of loyalty would allow him to engage with. Now that he had someone who welcomed his advances and loved him exclusively - well, there was no reason for him to do so, aside from this aggravating lack of time they both seemed to suffer from.
Only a quickly dwindling sense of propriety and his absolute refusal to lose without a fight kept him from allowing his passion to run away with him. Shmee was so soft against his back, so warm...her fingers tracing along his stomach making him shiver. S'rei's eyes closed, a quiet groan squeezing past his defenses. Oh, yes, he loved how quickly she had become comfortable with talk and actions that he knew must be somewhat new to her. Shmee was ever drawing his desire for her to new heights, the manipulative minx. Apparently she found it particularly amusing when in public.
He allowed her to get that bite of pie - if only because she was right in what she said, and he couldn't deny it - before S'rei put the fork down and reached back, ensnaring her thighs unmercifully. The man stood, Shmee now firmly on his back and limited in her range of torture devices. Though, of course, she still had a staggering number at her disposal. "See? The sun's already setting, and didn't you bring a dress to change into? Don't think I'm going to let you leave this gather without dancing with me, little lady. Time to give that dirty mind of yours a rest."
The tall man began moving with his pregnant weyrmate at his back, though he paused to give her a glance, the smirk returning to his lips. "At least for a bit."
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