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We Need To Talk; Tag Ira/O'zen
Topic Started: Nov 20 2016, 04:15 PM (441 Views)
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The aftermath of a Hatching was always something like a minor hangover. Getting back to the regular business of running a Weyr after such a huge disruption required some effort, and there were always some guests who overstayed their welcome and lingered for quite some time. Rezeirth, at least, was more or less back to normal now that she had been able to get some sleep. She'd slept pretty much from the conclusion of the Hatching in the middle of the afternoon, all through the gather and then all through the night, to midmorning. But she was largely herself again; the normal, bossy but ultimately sweet-natured herself, not the incessantly proddy herself that had become the new norm for the months leading up to the Flight.

Faranth. I don't know if I can live through that again. Aniese was in the Council room, preparing files for Victra. A new Gold was a boon to the Weyr, to be sure. But it would be a long, hard road of training for the new Weyrling, and Aniese wanted to be fully prepared.

I hope she knows what she's in for.

You didn't, Rezeirth pointed out indelicately, but gleefully.

It wasn't my fault, though. I hadn't had any warning. Victra, at least, had to sit through my lecture on the responsibilities and duties that would await her... and she chose to not recuse herself. So hopefully she is better prepared.

For what? Wrangling with Fort? Rezeirth chuckled. Even we don't do that, precisely.

Aniese frowned. No, that was too true. There were too many tight political situations these days that were being, largely, untouched. But sometimes it seemed like any action was bound to make things worse; and in such cases, distance and inaction was the only real option...

Aniese shook her head and pushed the hides aside. She couldn't think right now; couldn't get back into her normal routine. There was too much on her mind. She had been hoping to do this later, once more time had passed, but it was useless. Rezeirth? Can you contact Lenth and ask O'zen to come to the Council Room? I need to talk with him.

Rezeirth registered a very sharp spike in curiosity, but passed the message along just the same. Why her rider wanted to talk to O'zen in the middle of the afternoon was a mystery, but she was determined to find out, if only through observation.

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A talk in the council room, in the middle of the afternoon. Now what could Aniese want? Why the council room, and what was so urgent that she'd specifically used the word need?

I haven't the slightest clue, Lenth said, and it seems Rezeirth doesn't either.

O'zen wasn't sure whether to be nervous or not. It was impossible to guess Aniese's mood when it had been Rezeirth who was the messenger. But he wasted no time in getting down there, as he had nothing to delay him. Curiosity would have driven him away from his work anyway.

He walked into the council room and eyed Aniese first, then the pile of hides on the table. Perhaps she was bored out of her mind and needed a break. Of sorts.

"What, here?" he said, affecting a look of surprise. "You thinking on the table? How scandalous of you, Aniese. We might get caught." His smile turned wry. He was only halfway joking.

Probably that wasn't what Aniese wanted, though. It was difficult to tell, ever since Rezeirth's flight. He still wasn't exactly sure how to... act around her. But he was feeling whimsical today, and if Aniese had something serious in mind, a little humor might be a good thing.
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Aniese looked up when she heard O'zen enter, and she barely had time to register his words before something incredibly strange happened. She rose to greet him, and no sooner did she lay eyes on him than a curious softness began to enter her limbs, and a rush of blood began to fill her head.

Oh.

She was hardly aware of how unusual it was, though, as her awareness faded in the face of whatever strange emotion was enveloping her. For Aniese, to whom analysis was reflexive, it was unlike anything she had experienced. It was as if the painful self-awareness that constantly buzzed at the back of her mind had been flicked off. She did not even have the wherewithal to identify the feeling as desire, for she was too caught up in it.

"Hi," she said breathlessly. There were words that she had practiced, rehearsed over and over in her head, but they had left her completely and she was transfixed.

It was just O'zen. Her friend of many, many Turns. She was used to him, so there should be no reason why her nerves were sizzling electric as if he was fresh and new.

Belatedly reacting to his words, she glanced back at the table, and then up at him again and shrugged. "Well." It didn't sound like a half-bad idea, and the force of his arrival and her inexplicable reaction drove her previous intention from her mind. Suddenly she felt an overwhelming pull toward him and she stepped closer. There was something...

"Can I...?" She trailed off, noting dimly that the blood rushing in her ears seemed to get louder the closer she got to him. Curious. "Can I just see something?" She tentatively leaned forward and brushed her lips against his, almost experimentally.

What began as a curious kiss exploded instantly and the desire flooding her veins roared stronger, lighting her from within. Was she mad? Or did he feel it too? For a moment it didn't matter; she was intoxicated.

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O'zen's eyebrows inched upwards when Aniese stepped toward him, and he could not read the expression on her face. Or rather, he felt he was reading it quite well, but he could not immediately believe that he had actually been right, that this had her intent all along. He had only been joking.

But then, he really didn't care. Aniese's tentative question was so similar to his, that first time he kissed her after Rezeirth's flight—I just want to try something—but, sensing what was coming next, Aniese could have yodeled an invitation at him and he still would have felt a rush of heat at the nearness of her, still would have automatically bent to kiss her, still would have drawn her closer. He deepened the kiss and felt a thrill as she responded.

Well then, he thought, shuddering under her hands. Well then. To the table, after all.




He was lacing up his breeches when he glanced at the door and laughed a low, throaty laugh. He wouldn't have been too embarrassed if anyone had walked in—he was O'zen, after all, and having a little entanglement in the council room would not have seemed out of character to anyone who knew him—but the fact that it was Aniese who had instigated it was, frankly, somewhat astonishing. After so many turns of his innuendos sailing over her head, he wouldn't have thought she had it in her.

"Well, that was nice," he said cheerily. "I usually don't like meetings, but if this is how all of them are going to go from now on, I wouldn't mind them being a daily occurrence."

His tone was light and humorous, but it hid a flicker of hope. The change in his relationship with Aniese was such a new and uncertain thing, but with every moment like this, every time he felt that spark between them, it seemed to feel just a little more solid—like maybe this wasn't a horrible mistake. Maybe this was the right thing.
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Aniese laughed too, pleased with how things had gone and sufficiently distracted from her work that she didn't even glance at it.

I wouldn't mind them being a daily occurrence.

"Me neither," Aniese agreed, still slightly in awe at how vigorously she had thrown herself at O'zen. And disproportionately, gratuitously pleased with the result. He hadn't seemed to have minded.

Rezeirth had been listening with lazy interest and she chose this moment to pipe up. You called O'zen there so that you could do that with him again? She asked with interest. Aniese was turning out to be full of surprises.

Aniese hummed to herself and then froze as the meaning of Rezeirth's words hit her. No, that hadn't been why she had called O'zen here at all. Not in the slightest.

She swallowed, joy turning to nervousness at once and turning to meet O'zen. Part of her didn't want to say it-- was embarrassed, maybe, or scared-- but no, she'd already decided that he had a right to know. It was as much his doing as hers, after all.

Aniese finished straightening her clothes and then swallowed, trying to sound casual and confident at the same time. "O'zen." She had rehearsed this, she had planned what to say, but suddenly it was all gone from her mind. Before she could lose her nerve-- it should have been the easiest thing in the world-- she took a deep breath and then blurted out, "I'm pregnant."

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O'zen, at that moment, had his back to Aniese, and he turned halfway at his name, meeting her eyes. Then he went very still.

He had not expected those words. They shot straight through him.

And there it was, just like that: the panic, the feeling of being trapped, backed into a corner. A child was a responsibility he did not want. A child was a burden, and his choices were to become an active part of its life out of some sense of obligation or shift it entirely onto the shoulders of the weyr creche, wash his hands of the matter, and learn again to live with the resultant guilt until he managed to forget it. The idea of fatherhood was repellent to him for reasons he did not presently care to examine.

But this was Aniese.

And so he had to repress his immediate responses: Are you sure you're not just getting fat? Are you sure it's mine? Or, if all else failed, Piss off, it's not my problem.

His face was studiously blank. His silence was beginning to stretch.

"You're keeping it?" Immediately he winced. Why would she tell him if she weren't? The little bastard had hung on this long anyway, even though surely Aniese had gone between in the past few months.

Shard it. Shard it all. He had expressly told her not to expect anything from him. And now she was expecting. And looking at him like... like... what did she want from him? What was she expecting?

He didn't trust himself to say anything more. Inevitably, he would botch this.

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O'zen had this intolerable habit of putting on his best poker face in times when she most desperately needed to see a reaction. Aniese struggled to remain calm in the face of such a bland response. She was not as good as he was at hiding his emotions.

But his question, the one thing he did give her, gave her pause. And then trouble.

She'd had a speech ready, yes, but this was the one part that she hadn't worked out for herself. And the one thing that she couldn't answer.

She sighed and sank into a chair, avoiding his eyes now. "I... don't know."

Rezeirth had fallen silent during her pronouncement, shocked at the news, but she now interjected, loud enough for O'zen to hear, clearly annoyed that she hadn't been told sooner. Of course you know. You wouldn't have told him if the answer was anything but yes.

Aniese frowned. "It's not too late." To take care of it. To go on a long hop Between.

If you were going to do that, you would have done it sooner and O'zen would not ever have needed to know.

Aniese wrapped her arms around herself. It was true. She could have just taken care of it and never told O'zen. But she hadn't wanted to. O'zen was a friend, and... who knew what else. Maybe nothing else. Maybe something else. At any rate, she had wanted him to know.

It's not fair, Rezeirth burst out. You've gotten to meet all of my children. Why can't I meet yours? When Aniese failed to respond, she reached out to her mate. Lenth! What do you think of all this?

It was Aniese's turn to wince, this time at the dragons' involvement. She should have known that Rezeirth wouldn't keep it to herself, but all the same, she really didn't want this to become the newest, juiciest rumor. Not before she decided what to do.

Why is there even a decision to be made? Rezeirth demanded.

Aniese glanced at O'zen, still frustrated by his lack of opinion and worried that he was upset. Maybe I should have given my speech after all. It was about why he shouldn't be upset.

It doesn't matter, Rezeirth replied with the force of a demand. He isn't the one who will be sitting on the Sands until it is time.

I don't do that, either.

Finally she said aloud, "I just... don't know what to do. How can I be a mother, when my own mother was...?" She didn't have words for what her own mother had been, but the sentiment was the realest thing she'd felt since she had realized her condition. Her own mother had been an atrocious parent. How could she turn out to be any different?

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O'zen regarded Aniese warily as she sat and looked away.

She didn't know?

Before he even knew what to make of that or how to respond, Rezeirth's voice was in his head, and he was suddenly privy to both sides of their conversation. Rezeirth seemed as shocked as he had been—how had she not noticed the physical changes her rider was undoubtedly going through?—but the idea that Aniese might not keep the child was apparently even more upsetting. When she reached out to Lenth, he felt his dragon's sudden distress.

I—um? Lenth had not expected this either. Put on the spot, he had nothing prepared to say; he still had his own thoughts to sort out.

O'zen made no attempt to interrupt. He waited, rooted to the spot, until the argument reached a lull. He wasn't sure if Aniese's question was directed at Rezeirth or him, but either way, it struck him, particularly because it aligned so closely with his own sentiments.

He did not have a father—or rather, he had never met him. His stepfather did not count; their relationship had been far too contentious.

He could have told Aniese. It might have comforted her. But his feelings regarding the matter were a large, tight knot in his chest, one he wasn't ready to unravel.

Still, he could not just leave her looking like that. With a sigh, he came to the table and pulled out one of the chairs next to her, swiveling it so that he could lean sideways against the table as he sat.

"Aniese, you are not your mother," he said blandly. "And I should know. I've met her." His mouth twitched in the hint of a smile, but it didn't last long. "Look, it's up to you whether you want to keep it or not. You're the one that has to carry it, not me. If you're really worried about being a mother, just think about all of the shaffit you hated about Sien and do the opposite. You might not know the right things to do, but at least you know the wrong things."

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Aniese glanced sideways at O'zen, feeling like she was inching more and more toward a meltdown. Not what I want. Still, his response wasn't exactly helpful, though it was skewed more toward a comforting reaction than what she had expected.

She had expected him to either yell and swear, or throw a chair against the wall, or storm off on Lenth's back to be away. She had assumed he would be angry and upset, because he wasn't interested in being a parent. That was why she had been prepared to reassure him and talk him down.

Only he didn't look like he was about to explode. That made her feel somehow wrong-footed. That she had miscalculated his reaction so much. A sudden thought occurred to her.

"O'zen, do you have other children?"

Of course, there was always that possibility. She had known that he was more... experienced, to put it, in that field than her. He'd had his share of run-ins in the past, according to rumor; and he did not form attachments, as far as she understood. What did that mean for any consequences of such run-ins? If, indeed, there had been consequences?

She knew that going Between was the way to prevent things like that. That's why the Weyr was so lewd and immoral, in the eyes of many Holdfolk. Because there was this easy solution to prevent any consequences of casual coupling.

Aniese laced her hands together, studying them. Everything she'd thought about casual intimacy had turned out to be wrong, and Rhias had been right. That was normal and healthy. But that didn't change the fact that it had consequences. Even if there were ways to prevent those consequences...

Of course, she knew what Rhias would say to this, too. If you want to have a baby, it's your choice to have a baby. If you don't, then don't. Or something like that. Maybe the decision to have a baby was natural, too? Of course, Aniese had spent most of her adult life determined to never have one, and now that she found herself in this situation...

Part of it tasted like the 'disgraced Holder daughter' scenario, and she hated that. What she'd done with O'zen hadn't been a disgrace, and she wasn't going to spend any more time feeling ashamed of it. Even so, she couldn't completely shake the feeling that this was a consequence, a repercussion.

That was what she hated. She didn't want to have a child out of a sense of obligation. Out of a sense that she had to own up to her responsibilities. She wanted to have a child because she wanted it, or not have it at all.

Why do you not want to have a baby? Rezeirth asked pointedly.

Because... Because I will be a horrible parent. My mother was horrible. There's no way that I could be different.

You're not your mother, Rezeirth pointed out, echoing O'zen.

Aniese swallowed. Sometimes, she felt like she had no hope of becoming anybody other than her mother. And she would never put another person through what Sien had put her through. Not just the fighting and the exile, but the violence. She would not.

There, Rezeirth pointed out. Just like O'zen said. Just do the opposite of what your mother did.

I can't. What if I have a baby and I can't help how I turn out? What if I start doing that without meaning to? I can't let myself raise a baby. I will become her without even realizing it.

Rezeirth snorted. First of all, that is stupid. You are Aniese. You can control yourself and do whatever you want. Second of all, you do not raise a child. Riders do not have time to raise children. You have a Weyr to run. The creche will raise the child.

Aniese groaned. "Then what's even the point?" Why bother having a child if she wasn't going to raise the thing?

So that you can know him. Or her. It was very simple to Rezeirth. Aniese had never thought of the Gold as particularly maternal, but it had become clear that there was some strong motherly side to her, or she wouldn't be so adamant about Aniese having the baby.

Aniese sighed. Whatever Rezeirth said, it was her decision alone, and O'zen had made that abundantly clear. For a moment, she wished that it wasn't this way. She wished that he would just tell her what to do. The side of her that had never wanted a child was warring with the side of her that was starting to feel distantly protective of the baby, even now. The side that recognized it was both hers and O'zen's baby, and wanted that, badly.

Still. She swallowed again. Having O'zen's baby wouldn't make O'zen love her, she knew that. And she didn't want to force O'zen to love her. She'd already decided that, after the Flight. But still, there was a small part of her-- a part she hadn't acknowledged until now-- that said, Maybe I didn't want to have a baby before, but maybe O'zen is different...

And again. Rezeirth was right. She wouldn't be raising it. They wouldn't. In fact... Aniese wondered if her life would change much at all. She would still be a junior weyrwoman, with her first duty to Vaioa...

Rezeirth sensed Aniese's indecision, her thoughts moving toward what it would be like to actually go through with it, and pressed forward triumphantly. What kind of person would you and O'zen make?

Aniese looked up at O'zen, startled. She didn't know, she couldn't possibly know, and it was strange and scary to consider that it was a completely different person altogether. It was one thing to think about it as a baby; hardly human, small, unable to talk, crying, and lacking in personality. But a person?

Babies grow into people, Rezeirth pointed out drolly. And with your brains and O'zen's wits, I bet that she would turn out to be quite the person. Or he.

Aniese licked her lips and then shot O'zen another look. What would a child of theirs be like?

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Whatever O'zen expected from Aniese in response to his attempt to comfort her, it was not that.

Do you have other children?

To say he felt unbalanced by the question was a howling understatement. It rather felt like Aniese had stood him at the edge of the cliff and then shoved him hard between the shoulder blades.

His face, which had softened somewhat at Aniese's admission, closed back up like a clenched fist. Whether or not she noticed the change, he did not know; her gaze had returned to her hands, and but a moment later, it became apparent that her attention drifted elsewhere. He could not hear her, but Rezeirth was still projecting her voice to him, so he was able to hear half the mental conversation and make reasonable guesses at the other half, save for the one time Aniese spoke aloud.

O'zen just sat there, growing more tense as time went on. He would not interrupt Rezeirth, especially when she was helping Aniese work through whatever crisis was running rampant in her mind. But he was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. He shifted in his seat, wishing he could block Rezeirth's voice, and her questions.

They were aimed at Aniese, he knew, but still, they forced him to think of things he did not want to think about. He felt crowded; the sensation of being trapped sharpened. Was that what Rezeirth was doing? Trying to guilt him into this as she encouraged her rider?

Aniese looked back at him, but he dodged her gaze.

"No. I don't have other children." His words were clipped; his tone warned against further questions. Then he stood abruptly, straightening his shirt with a sharp tug.

"It's up to you," he repeated. "Do what you want." He still would not meet her eyes. "I'm taking a walk." With that, he made for the door.
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