Mister Poor Bedroom Manners
Dragonsfall Weyr
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Barrier Lake Weyr
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Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Duskdog, Sia
Date Posted: 15th August 2024
Characters: Zaphare, Varethos
Description: Varethos and Zaphare gossip after the goldflight
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 1, day 3 of Turn 12
Notes: Mentioned: M’kayre, T'mhas, M'thos (none by name)
After “DFW: There’s A Joke Here Somewhere (And It’s On Me)”
Zaphare’s volcano-level anger had only cooled down to something like simmer-until-the-sauce-has-thickened level by the time she’d had a good, thorough bath. Her hair was still damp, and she’d stolen the towel with her, when she went looking for a sympathetic ear.
Varethos wouldn’t really have a choice.
She found him exactly where she expected to find him: on his bunk in the barracks reading a book.
“Did you not even get laid?” she demanded with no preamble, as if the possibility personally offended her.
"I did get laid, excuse you." Varethos said. He kicked his feet up and shuffled a little to give her room to join him. The barracks beds didn't exactly make sharing comfortable. "I'm not mothing when my Dad is in the flightroom. It'd be weird no matter what and will end with one or both of them trying to give me the 'goldflight and consent' talk again. How did you find it? Any good bronzeriders? Spare me the details if it did happen to be my Dad, though. Or if my other Dad was out mothing with you. I don't want to know."
Zaphare sat down hard on the bed, making a face. “Ugh, your dads? I mean, they’re hot, but ew. No. Gross.” She could understand why he might also want to avoid the flightroom, at least. “Good bronzeriders, ha! There probably were, but I picked an awful one. I mean, the sex was fine. My sort of thing. But then he kicked me out of bed. Like, literally, the absolute arse. Somebody could have warned me about _that_.”
"What's worse: my dad being in the flightroom, my other dad waiting outside for him just in case he loses, or being _in_ the same flightroom because our dragons are chasing the same green." Varethos said mildly. "Because I've been thinking about it for a while and I think it'll be gross no matter what. But tell me about Poor Bedroom Manners."
“Exactly that! He pushed me right out of bed and yelled at me to get out. And he told me I have a filthy mouth! Can you fecking believe that? I sharding well do _not_!” She balled up her fists. “I wasn’t looking for a cuddle or anything, shells, but I might’ve even been up for round two. A little courtesy would have been nice, at least. I would’ve thought an older guy would be better at this. Shows what _I_ know, I guess. It’s not always like that, is it? Because if it is, I’m going in with a club next time.”
"I haven't been kicked out of bed, but I've only done that a couple of times, and at greenflights with riders closer to my age." And with a quick glance skyward to make sure Ghraisath wasn't chasing. Varethos wrinkled his nose. "I'd give a younger guy a pass if it was his first Flight or like, if he was stressed out about sleeping with a guy. But an older one should know better."
She snorted. “You’d _think_. Maybe I’ll stick to the greenflights with some younger guys, too.” A sly grin spread across her face as something occurred to her, and she cocked her head at him. “Sooo… how was _your_ adventure?”
He raised his eyebrows back at her, grinning. "A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell, miss. But he was _good_. Used the goldflight as an excuse to be a little rough, but not too much. I am a delicate little thing, after all. I don't want to get roughed up too much."
“Ah yes, your frail little body. Made for display only, to rest upon silken pillows and be admired.” She squinted at him. “...We should play dress-up with you sometime. How do you feel about thigh-high boots?”
"Like a work of art." Varethos agreed. Then blinked, confused. "What, like fishing waders?"
Zaphare rolled her eyes. “Faranth, _no_. How did you -- just -- ew. Leave it to you to ruin something sexy with a comparison like that. I’ll forgive you because you’re pretty, though. I mean actual boots, for looks. Up to here.” She indicated on herself, pantomiming slowly pulling up a tight pair of boots. “You get it…?”
It took him a moment to consider, and Zaphare could see the wheels turning in his head. "I grew up with two Dads and three brothers, there's no way I would have gotten to 'sexy tight boots' on my own! I'm down, but they'd look much better on you than on me."
She preened. The thought of seeing him wearing something like that was sexier, but compliments were always pleasing, too. “Maybe. I wouldn’t mind trying it… except I don’t actually have any.” She sighed. “Idle fantasies, huh? I still wouldn’t mind dressing you up, though. If you’ll agree to the boots, I’ll bet you’d agree to almost anything, wouldn’t you?”
It was a nice distraction from being angry. Varethos had that effect on her… usually.
"Hey now. Dressing me up is on a case-by-case basis. I reserve the right to decline an outfit." Varethos teased. "I am easy though, yes. That wasn't a difficult conclusion."
Zaphare laughed. “I can’t believe I almost don’t care about Bronzerider Jerkface right now. I’m supposed to have at least six more sevendays of grudge. I’m putting all the blame on you.”
"Hey, that's a bronzerider J'face you're talking about. Respect the elision." He awkwardly raised his arms as if to stretch, but instead used it as an excuse to put an arm around her and pull her closer. Corny? Yes. But worth it if it made her laugh.
“Wow. That’s so awful that I’m impressed. I’ll allow it.” She _did_ laugh again, though, and allowed him to pull her close. “Hey. Maybe if you Impress a blue or brown or something, someday I’ll show up to the flightroom for you.”
"Maybe!" Varethos agreed. "It could be _your_ flightroom, you know. Or hey, you could get blue and I can show up for you." He squeezed her. "Feeling better?"
“Yeah, I _guess_,” she admitted, with a mock pout that melted into a smile. “But what am I supposed to think about all day if I’m not imagining elaborate revenge scenarios?”
"You can still imagine elaborate revenge scenarios. I'll even help." Varethos said. "But I'm sure we can find something better to do."
Her smile went sly. “Oh yes. I’m sure we can.”
Last updated on the August 29th 2024