All the Things She Hid {Zero/Vl'kan}

[Zero]

He lifted his head ever so slightly from his hands, just enough to peek at her over his fingers. "Don't call the healers, I'll be fine." True, he would be. This wasn't even close to being the worst damage Thor had inflicted upon him. His body still held an array of scars from their weyrlinghood. He still reached for the offered towel though, he wasn't a total fool. So he got to work cleaning up the small cuts on his arm before moving to tackle the larger gash along his leg. He dabbed at the wound before just deciding to wrap the fabric around his leg in a make shift bandage. Well there went another set of trousers ruined by his damned dragon.

When he was done he finally brought himself to look her way and looked at her curiously as she seemed to skirt around him. Was she scared of...him now? Oh great! That was just grand! He groaned and massaged at his temple. "Wh-what are you doing? Sit down silly woman..." Vl'kan muttered quietly and motioned to the bed beside him. It had to be more comfortable then that old chair she had taken up. "Don't you even think of waiting on me, or anyone for that matter. You're our Weyrwoman and bend to no one..."

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[Bellatora]

"I won't..." she said softly. Shew watched him... His scars. she knew them well. They were not an uncommon site to her... She moved to his side as he motioned and gently, very gently touched his shoulder before pulling herself up on the bed. "but... why would I not want to wait on you...?" She looked at him full in the face now, still feeling a trembling in her... a fear caused by his anger and that knife... Oh Faranth. SHe had never been scared of him before. Maybe she still shouldn't be.

Bend to no one... But.... she bent to everyone it seemed... not bending was hard... "Vl'kan..." she pulled her legs up onto the bed, curled up slowly lay down behind him, feeling so very tired. "We can get you a new shirt and trousers..." she said softly, trying to turn the conversation to more... trivial things. She gently reached a hand ot touch him. "Vl'kan... I don't like being Weyrwoman..." She sighed and curled up again, pulling a pillow to wrap her arms around since she was not in his arms at this time... nor was she in his... She didn't like it... "I kept wishing you would just stay here... in my weyr with me when Thormyth won... but... you didn't always... I don't blame you... I wouldn't want to stay with me either..." She was quiet then, her expression for away. Would she be a good mother for this child? She wanted to be... she wanted to be the best.... but... how could she... be a good mother... if she was like this... Faranth... Was it not right that she should bend for him...?

[Zero]

He had scared her. Shards he probably still was and asking her to sit with him probably only made things worse. He was the one to blame. Farnath! He was turning into his father. So did he reach for her now to try and attempt to console her or was it best to keep his hands to himself? He no longer held any weapons on his body, no daggers lay hidden in his boot and the knife, well...that lay long forgotten in the shadows covering the cold floor after he had dropped it when Thormyth had grabbed him.

Shards, had she thought the knife was meant for her? Well why wouldn't she? Vl'kan buried his head back in his hand and squeezed his eyes shut. Perfect, just perfect. "Maybe I...maybe I should just go..." Though he didn't immediately move. No, he was waiting for the verbal, or silent, confirmation from her end first.

"Stay with you?" This time he pulled his head out of his hand and looked over his shoulder to where she lay curled on the bed. "I...Well I did. I mean yeah, there were days I fell asleep in my own weyr but," He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "But you know I don't sleep well and most nights I would have just been up pacing or sitting with Thor. I guess I just didn't want to disturb you. I never knew it bothered you. You should have told me.."

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[Bellatora]

"No. Stay." She said, her voice definitive, but with the slightest pleading with her. She reached out and touched his back. She stared at his back for a long moment... and then as he spoke again. She blinked. "I... didn't think to tell you... I didn't think that those nights... you wanted to be with me... I... would have wanted you with me... even if you kept me awake.. I... love being with you... and... I... don't like sleeping here alone..." She bit her lip and sat up slowly, wrapping an arm around him gently and placing her head on his shoulder. "I don't want to ever give you another reason to leave me... I don't want you to leave me... or our child... Vl'kan..." She leaned forward and very gently kissed his jaw.

She was quiet for a long moment. "It isn't your doing... Vl'kan... it's my fault... all my fault." She could feel the tears attempting to come, but she didn't have anymore. Yes, he had scared her... but he had never done so before.

He had a good reason for being angry. She had given it to him. "Vl'kan... you should lay down... yo ushould rest... please..." she gently pulled at him, her arms wrapped gently around him as she attempted to lay back down but with him as well. "Vl'kan...?" It was a question. She didn't deserve his love at all.... but... she felt lucky to have it even in teh slightest.

[Zero]

He felt himself tense ever so slightly at her touch, as if half expecting her to change her mind and quickly shove him away. He relaxed, albeit only just, when her wishes for him to stay were finally voiced. "I'm sorry..." He spoke up as he felt her arm slip around him and her head come to rest on his shoulder. Why had it felt like it had been so long since they had sat like this?

What was he apologizing for? Well a lot of things really. Though one thing remained clear, he wasn't apologizing for wishing that bronzer dead. As far as Vl'kan was concerned nothing could be done to claim forgiveness for what he had done to Iirla. No, his apology was for him pulling that knife and scaring her. Maybe if he was lucky she wouldn't flinch every time he went to pull something from a pocket or moved to touch her.

He grumbled and shook his head as she tried to pull him down. "I don't need to rest, I'm fine." It was a lie, plain a day, but he didn't want to lay down. Lying down meant he would possibly fall asleep and he was adamant on not getting any blood on the furs. The struggle he put up was brief, but Farnath was he tired. He couldn't recall the last time he slept. So with a defeated sigh Vl'kan allowed her to pull him down next to her, his eyes drifting halfway closed almost as soon as his back hit the bed.

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[Bellatora]

She felt him touch and she almost recoiled, but she swallowed and isntead, kept her hold on him. "I miss this, Vl'kan..." she whispered softly, kissing just below his ear. "It's okay..." was all she said to his apology. She knew he was apologizing for scaring her... as he had with the knife.... but he had nothing else to apologize for as far as she was concerned.

Iirla tightened her grip on him as if she thought he was going to get up and leave her at any second. She pressed her lips to his skin again. Just happy that he wasn't leaving her. "Stay with me..." she said softly... almost a whisper.


"You do need rest.. Weyrleader," she said softly, using his title as away of reminding him what kind of responsibility was waiting for him in the morning. "Will yo ustay with me tonight... and tomorrow...?"


As soon as he was lying down beside her, Iirla pressed herself close to him, though her middle was, admittedly, getting in the way. "I love you..." She kissed his cheek gently, feeling extremely tired herself.