We've Been Here Before
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Writers: Duskdog, Sia
Date Posted: 22nd April 2025
Characters: Zaphare, Varethos
Description: Varethos brings Zaphare a weyrwarming present
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 6, day 12 of Turn 12
Notes: Mentioned: T'mhas, M'thos, T'lonas
If it had been summer, Varethos might have brought flowers. It was probably for the best that he didn't, considering Zaphare didn't seem to be much of a flowers kind of girl. Snacks would have worked, probably, but when he'd asked his dad for advice T'mhas had provided him with a bottle of wine and one too many words of wisdom of how to break in the weyr that left his ears burning. He knocked on the door. "Zaphare? Are you home?"
Oh, she was home. “Home” was her occupation right now, when not actively training. It was the first time she’d ever had a space entirely her own, and the business of decorating it had turned into a bit of an obsession as she contemplated, also for the first time, what sort of decor suited her.
Not that she had much in the way of marks, but if she knew what she wanted, she could save for it maybe.
The voice of Varethos, however, suggested something even more interesting and fulfilling in the moment -- something that wouldn’t require saving up marks for. Shells, she’d been “saving up” _something_ for months at this point!
She opened the door, leaning against the doorframe with one arm and reaching for his shirt collar with the other. “Well _hello_,” she purred, tugging at him.
He probably should have expected that reaction, but the look he gave her was of complete surprise as she pulled him instead by the collar. "Oh, goodness!" He blurted, then laughed a little at his own awkwardness. "I brought wine, as a congratulations on being almost done weyrling training, but we can do that later if you have other things on your mind…?"
“‘Oh goodness’?” she laughed, shutting the door behind him and pushing him up against it. “Are you sure _T’lonas_ isn’t your weyrlingmaster dad?” She regretted it as soon as she said it; she didn’t need that mental image right now. “We could have a little wine first. I guess I could sacrifice a _little_ more time for something… romantic.”
More likely some unhinged drunkenness if she didn’t pace herself, but that was a worry for Later Zaphare.
“Let’s see what you brought me.”
"_Goodness gracious_, definitely not!" Varethos said with surprisingly good mimicry of the weyrlingmaster. His face did heat a little at the thought of their instructors, at the memory of overhearing his dads joke about putting M'thos' desk to good use. He didn't need that mental image right now.
He held up the bottle of wine. It wasn't anything fancy, but it was a nice white vintage. "We should take it easy, anyway, in case Zollarth gets jealous."
She paused at the mention of Zollarth, her eyes going slightly unfocused, clearly communicating with him -- or feeling him out, at least. “He’s asleep right now… but he might,” she admitted, making a face. “He better not ruin this for me. I can’t hold out forever -- I’m _dying_, here!”
With a teasing caress of his cheek, she reluctantly released him and turned to go dig out some wine glasses, only to realize she didn’t actually have any and produce a pair of mugs, instead.
“We’re not classy in this weyr yet,” she grumped.
"We can jump away like my Dad walking into the barracks, if Zollarth wakes up and decides he's not ready for you to see other people." Varethos agreed with a grin. That wouldn't be the ideal way to end the evening, but it'd be pretty funny. He set the wine down on the little table, looking around at the mostly-empty space and then at the mugs.
"Mugs are fine. Do you…have a corkscrew, by any chance?"
She knew she didn’t. She knew as soon as he asked that she didn’t. But she rummaged through a crate, anyway, and then kicked at it irritably, turning back around to face him, pouting. “...no.”
"Oh, no." Varethos intoned. "The dream is falling apart already. You got a knife? We can try the old fashioned way."
“Or…” She pushed the wine aside, grabbing his collar again and pulling him in. “We can just skip the wine, after all. We can still take it… slow. I _guess_.”
Varethos' breath caught as she drew him in again, though he huffed a laugh against her skin. "Be gentle, I'll startle if you go too hard."
“Like a runnerbeast,” she replied, rolling her eyes, but she was smirking. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you if you take care of me.”
Varethos grinned, "I can do that."
Last updated on the April 25th 2025