Post by kevna on Jul 14, 2021 18:07:18 GMT -5
Asirikai - Lord Holder Candidate; Siorreya - Green Amagetith
He had had a full enough night, business taken care of, he was sure he had secured at least a few more votes. The time for the Mavrosi Lordship to be voted on was quickly approaching, and he felt secure in his preparation. He looked around the room, satisfaction rippling over his face. That is until he saw her stumble from the corner of his eye. He frowned, turning his attention to a small blonde who was leaning against the wall, holding her head with one hand, and covering her mouth with the other. Siorreya. A drunk Siorreya.
He considered finding Podrell and telling him his paramour was in distress, but when she tried to move again and almost toppled over he started moving toward her himself. He didn’t think she’d last much longer. Not on her feet at the very least. He knew the risks of someone seeing him with her, as wasted as she was, but even with that risk he couldn’t very well leave her in this state. He slowed down when he noticed another man had approached her, maybe a friend? Instinct propelled him forward. He reached them to overhear the man speaking to her, and Asirikai was sure he was a stranger to the small woman.
“Siorreya, you look beat. Allow me to take you to your weyr.” Asirikai's strong voice was more command then question as he watched the man start and then narrow his eyes at him. He gave back a level stare, challenging him to get in his way. Siorreya removed the hand over her mouth to reveal a large smile, and giggled. “Well thissss niiiiice man, just offered to take me to hisss weyr.” She giggled again and swayed on her feet. Asirikai’s eyes narrowed at the other man.
“Did he now?” His voice was dangerously low, and he watched the man put up his hands in defeat and make a hasty retreat. Dragonriders could be such filth. “Oooh, there he goooes.” She pouted, still leaning up against the wall as if it was the only thing standing up.
“Yes, there he goes. I doubt he had good intentions.” He offered his hand and watched her narrow her own eyes at it, considering. “I-don’t-care.” She murmured, her words slurring together, and she reached for his hand, only to miss. Shards, how much had the woman had to drink? She tried again and would have missed if Asirikai hadn’t moved his hand to catch hers. He rolled his eyes, grateful beyond belief that they were at the edge of the room. A hasty escape was the best option for the both of them, especially if he didn’t want to be seen leading a drunk greenrider to her room. He prayed to Faranth that none of the Lords or Ladies were looking this way. Well except maybe Podrell. He glanced around the room for him but was quickly distracted by the bumbling small person holding onto his hand.
Leading her out was far more difficult than he had imagined, and he ended up letting go of her hand and placing it under her arm to keep her standing. Once they were out the door, he swept Siorreya up into his arms and started off in the direction of her weyr. “I dooon’t supposssse you have baaaaaad intentionsss, by chance?” Her voice was hopeful, and he turned to see her blue eyes looking at him optimistically. He cleared his throat, shaking his head. “Nope, not one.”
“Shells.” She muttered the profanity, looking at him darkly. “You shooouldn’t have scaaared the other guy, heee at leeeast was prepared to meet myyyy needs.” He chuckled and shook his head. The fact that she was slurring just meant she probably had no idea what was going on, and he doubted she would remember this night when she awoke in the morning.
“Well, I’m sure I could find Podrell for you.” He offered, and the woman in his burst out giggling. He looked at her amused. “What? Does he not do it for you?” He said it lightly, but the thought brought him pleasure. She seemed to sober up at that, looking at him very seriously. “Yoou twoo have proooblems. He is verrrry gifted.” She nodded solemnly, and then broke off into another fit of giggles. Shards, were they at her weyr yet? That was the last thing he wanted to think about. Although… This was the prime time to dig into their relationship if he wanted to know, wasn’t it? He considered but decided against it. He couldn’t take advantage of her in this state.
They approached her door and she looked at him again, giving him a goofy smile. “Are you going to come in?” He hesitated. He could put her down here and let her fend for herself, but he doubted she’s reached the bed. Plus, what would stop her from wandering down the hallway. He looked at her warily. “Is that an invitation, lady?” His words precipitated another giggle.
“I am nooooo laaady.” She got out between giggles. “Of course not.” He muttered, and taking her words as invitation, opened the door. He moved into the weyr’s expanse, and when she motioned to a bed moved toward it, and plopped her onto it, again initiating giggles from her. He rolled his eyes and moved to take her shoes off, noting the soft skin at her ankle as he did so, he looked up as he took off the other shoe to see her peering at him, as if considering. He cleared his throat and quickly brought his hands back to himself once her shoes were off, as if burned, both by her soft skin and her gaze.
“Yoou reeally do have a nice side.” She sounded more normal, if but for that ever-present slur, and he raised an eyebrow. “Uh, thank you?” He tucked her legs under the covers and moved them up to her waist, dropping it there. As his hands pulled away she grabbed them, and because of the crouch he had put himself in he lurched forward and met her lips. There was an ardor in them that awoke something in him, causing him to respond, his hands reaching out and grabbing her upper arms to pull her closer. Her own wrapped around his neck, spurring him on, heating him up. Then the taste of her tongue on his, the fruity wine was like the cold front he needed to pull away with a groan. It had been far too long since he had had a woman, but this was definitely not the time, place, or the woman.
“Whaa?” She asked, her eyebrows descending in confusion as Asirikai pushed her down to laying and tucked her in quickly. “You are drunk.”
“Sooo?” She still looked confused, and he shook his head, trying to continue the cooling down process for his body. She had awoken something in him that had lain dormant far too long. “So, you’ll wake up in the morning and be grateful I left.” He stood and made to leave, but her next words froze him.
“I am not his.” They were spoken so softly, he couldn’t tell if there was resolve in those words, or anger, or maybe something a little vulnerable... So, is this what Asirikai was for her? Her revenge for whatever Podrell had done? Had his nephew been responsible and ended things with his green dragonrider? He studied her face and found it far more impervious than he would have expected from someone wasted.
“Aye, I think you mentioned you aren’t anyone’s toy or pet.” A small smile appeared on her lips at his words, and she gave a resolute nod, that had to have made her dizzy. “But you are still drunk, and I don’t sleep with drunk women.” Well, not unless permission was granted before the drinking. He turned and moved toward the door, but stopped before reaching it, half-turning to look at her. “It’s for the best. You aren’t the…” He searched for the word, “You can’t be what he’ll need.” It was the truth, whether painful for her to hear it or not.
“I know.” It was so quiet he wondered if he had heard it, and she appeared to be sleeping that he presumed he had made it up in his head. He hoped she did know. It would serve Podrell no good getting mixed up with a dragonrider. Not that the man had any sense, and somehow, he doubted he had seen the last of Podrell and Siorreya together. Foolish as it would be. He walked out of her weyr and down the halls, flexing his hands. It was time for a cool dip or he would do something he likely would regret, something that could cost him his Lordship if caught. No, the hunger for flesh would not be satisfied this night, but he was definitely not returning to the party, not with these feelings roiling through him.
