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20.Apr.18, 09:23 AM
Indivara had no idea how to read music, but she could none-the-less appreciate the intricacies of the way it looked on paper. She pressed her cheek to V’ler’s affectionately as he spoke, rather liking the idea that he would be fiddling on his guitar sometime in the near future. There were days when she found the sound of him running over the same series of notes absolutely enraging, but for the most part she enjoyed the sound that regularly filled their home, even if it meant he was too preoccupied to pay attention to her. Thankfully, she’d found that happy medium – the line of balance – of snapping at V’ler enough to keep up her reputation, but not so often as to make him reluctant to play in the weyr.
Slipping back a little, Indivara massaged V’ler’s shoulders lightly; not a real massage – she didn’t know how to do that – but just gentle pressure that was entirely a reason to touch him that wasn’t provocative or insinuative. Not that she was against that, of course (it wasn’t like she could get pregnant again!... right?) but it wasn’t her goal. If Indivara had been considered touchy-feely before they were mated, V’ler found himself on a whole new level of Indi-in-his-space. She rarely kept her hands to herself, and was frequently clinging, hugging, touching or simply sitting beside him. She craved the nearness, and helped herself to it whenever she wanted.
Indivara was especially needy if they had been apart for several hours or the day, though she never avoided going anywhere and was disgusted by Venseth’s teasing that she ‘never’ let V’ler have any time to himself away from her. Indivara had pointed out irritably that she very rarely asked V’ler where he was going, though her curiosity usually had her asking how his day had been whenever he returned home. Probably her least favourite time was when he came back from either spending time with or observing R’nd and B’jin (Veeth had spilled the beans on that one) and his head was abuzz with love songs. It was more than a little pathetic, really.
Taking the note V’ler held up when Quill returned, Indivara snorted at Rhaedalyn’s enthusiasm, though for once she honestly was glad of it. She could feel the weight that had been sitting on her shoulders since her visit with Quennell vanish into a fine mist, and she rested her head against the back of V’ler’s neck for a moment. “Small miracles,” she said softly, handing the note back. “I’m due end of the Turn, though I forget exactly when Quennell said. Before the celebrations, though.” She paused for a moment, thinking, and nodded slightly when Venseth helped her dig up the memory. “Somewhere around the fifteenth, give or take a couple of days.”
It sounded so far away, said like that, but she knew it would be upon them all too soon – mostly too soon to face labour. She did not have pleasant memories of that – though not soon enough, either, considering all the lovely symptoms she’d be subjected to between that moment and the blissful day she was rid of their spawn. Puffing out a slightly irritable sigh, Indivara went back to her gentle rubbing of V’ler’s shoulders.
Slipping back a little, Indivara massaged V’ler’s shoulders lightly; not a real massage – she didn’t know how to do that – but just gentle pressure that was entirely a reason to touch him that wasn’t provocative or insinuative. Not that she was against that, of course (it wasn’t like she could get pregnant again!... right?) but it wasn’t her goal. If Indivara had been considered touchy-feely before they were mated, V’ler found himself on a whole new level of Indi-in-his-space. She rarely kept her hands to herself, and was frequently clinging, hugging, touching or simply sitting beside him. She craved the nearness, and helped herself to it whenever she wanted.
Indivara was especially needy if they had been apart for several hours or the day, though she never avoided going anywhere and was disgusted by Venseth’s teasing that she ‘never’ let V’ler have any time to himself away from her. Indivara had pointed out irritably that she very rarely asked V’ler where he was going, though her curiosity usually had her asking how his day had been whenever he returned home. Probably her least favourite time was when he came back from either spending time with or observing R’nd and B’jin (Veeth had spilled the beans on that one) and his head was abuzz with love songs. It was more than a little pathetic, really.
Taking the note V’ler held up when Quill returned, Indivara snorted at Rhaedalyn’s enthusiasm, though for once she honestly was glad of it. She could feel the weight that had been sitting on her shoulders since her visit with Quennell vanish into a fine mist, and she rested her head against the back of V’ler’s neck for a moment. “Small miracles,” she said softly, handing the note back. “I’m due end of the Turn, though I forget exactly when Quennell said. Before the celebrations, though.” She paused for a moment, thinking, and nodded slightly when Venseth helped her dig up the memory. “Somewhere around the fifteenth, give or take a couple of days.”
It sounded so far away, said like that, but she knew it would be upon them all too soon – mostly too soon to face labour. She did not have pleasant memories of that – though not soon enough, either, considering all the lovely symptoms she’d be subjected to between that moment and the blissful day she was rid of their spawn. Puffing out a slightly irritable sigh, Indivara went back to her gentle rubbing of V’ler’s shoulders.
