Actions Have Consequences

Writers: Heather, Miriah
Date Posted: 27th June 2017

Characters: D'hol, Jeyme
Description: D'hol's actions have consequences as he finds out when he comes home to Jeyme.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 12, day 17 of Turn 8

D'hol

Jeyme

Her things were packed and stashed away. She was staying in one of the
Weyr's guest residences until it was time for her to go to Far Island.
Staying one more night in D'hol's bed was not an option.

Dheymin was with his foster mother for the evening, even though it was
the normal night that Jeyme kept him at home. She dreaded the
conversation she was about to have with D'hol, but she stood in the
center of what had been their weyr, prepared to follow through with
the decisions she had made.

Coming in, D'hol didn't immediately notice anything amiss. He kicked
the door closed behind him with an absent minded nudge of his boot as
he thumbed through his hidework for the day. "I shouldn't be late
tomorrow like I thought I would be. We rescheduled the drills." He set
the hides down on the table and finally looked up, greeting Jeyme with
a relieved quirk of his lips. "So we can..." His voice dropped off at
the expression on her face. "What's the matter?"

"I talked to Kapera today," she said, arms folded across her chest.
"You just have a thing for goldrider's don't you?"

Several expressions crossed his face in quick succession: irritation,
chagrin, worry, and finally acceptance. He closed his eyes and
exhaled, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Most bronzeriders do." He
opened his eyes and looked at her, taking a breath and lowering his
hand. "It happened. I won't deny it, but it wasn't planned. It meant
nothing more than just a release in the moment, Jeyme. I like Kapera
and she and I get along well, no more, no less." He approached her and
laid a hand on her arm gently. "It doesn't mean I love you less."

Jeyme took a step back away from his touch. "No, D'hol, that's not
good enough. If you can so easily forget me 'in the moment' then I
can't believe that you love me enough." She looked up at him, "I
haven't said anything about your private, family picnics with Cyradis
because I am trying to be understanding about Kieyla. But this I
cannot understand."

Now irritation and frustration clearly showed on D'hol's face as she
pulled away. "My time with my daughter and Cyradis is for Kielya and
it has nothing to do with you personally. It's for her. And it's not
that I forgot you. I come home to you every night, spend time with you
and share my bed with you because I love you." He ran his hand through
his hair. "For Faranth's sake, Jeyme, this isn't a Hold, it's a Weyr.
And it's not as though I feel anything more for Kapera than just
affection. "

"Do you remember when you showed up at S'avn's weyr and nearly
throttled him because you thought he'd touched me? Why is it okay for
you to get jealous and angry but not me?" Jeyme's voice was still
measured, calm. She's taken careful thought in what she wanted to say
to D'hol and she knew the worst was still yet to come.

His face closed off. "If you had slept with him to get revenge, yes, I
would have throttled him. But this isn't like that. There isn't
anything to be jealous about! I don't want Kapera in my bed every
night or living with me. There is a fecking difference, and you know
it."

"Maybe this knows it," she tapped a finger to her temple, "but this
doesn't." She tapped the same finger over her heart. "Knowing that you
could be sleeping with anyone whenever you please just because it
comes to you on a whim isn't something I can live with. Flights, I can
deal with, that's part of being a dragonrider. But the other.... Every
time you sleep with someone else out of your own desires it chips away
something inside of me, makes me feel sick on the inside, makes me
feel... Like I'm not enough."

She continued on before he could interrupt, "I know it's not that way
for you, but I _am_ holdbred. I have done my best to accept and
embrace Weyr culture, but I cannot change who I am in my core."

Jeyme let out a long, slow exhale, "I've already spoken with Cyradis.
I am transferring to Far Island Weyr, and I am taking Dheymin with
me."

Her first words only served to increase his frustration, but the last
cut him to the core. The mention of her taking his son...his _son_ to
other side of the continent felt like a gaping wound had been opened
in his gut. He loved his son completely and utterly. His face flashed
with pain before anger hit him, rage boiling beneath the surface. "You
are not taking my son from me. I am a good father. Don't you dare use
him as a fecking weapon to hurt me. "

Jeyme, to her credit, remained calm on the exterior, "I am not using
him against you, he is my son, where I go he goes until he's old
enough to decide different. You can come and see him whenever you
would like. "

"You are, Jeyme. You are trying to take my son to the other side of
the continent and you know bloody fecking well that it would be the
worst thing you could do to me. My son is staying right here." He
spoke through gritted teeth, his hands clenching at his sides as he
struggled not to reach out and shake her.

"Me and Dheymin are leaving the day after the day after tomorrow if
you want to spend some time with him." She took her coat off the hook
where it always hung.

D'hol reached and ripped the coat right out of her hands, moved to a
fury beyond the hurt. "We're not done. If you take my son from this
Weyr, I will bring him back, Jeyme. You want to leave...fine. You
can't handle being a part of a Weyr, or being with a weyr-bred man,
that's not my problem, that's yours. I've been faithful to you until
this and I've put up with the constant jealousy nonsense ever since we
became involved. I stuck by you and wanted you and loved you." His
voice lowered harshly, "You walk out now and take my son...I will
never want to see your face again. I'll do anything for my son, but
you'll be nothing more than mud under my heel."

Jeyme looked up at D'hol, not immediately responding as she searched
his face, "What kind of love is that? I would be nothing but mud under
your heel?" She shook her head. "The irony here is that Cyradis hid
Kieyla's parentage from you for Turns, and yet, you clearly still love
her. I'm not hiding Dheymin, or saying that you can't see him. I'm not
evening moving because of what you did with Kapera. Our relationship
is over because of that, but I'm moving somewhere else so I can stand
on my feet, make my own decisions without constantly thinking about
what you want. I've worshiped you since I was a Weyrling, which was
completely unhealthy, and every decision since then has always
included what I should do that I wouldn't lose you. I don't want to
think or feel that way any more.

"I haven't said anything nasty to you because I love you," her voice
became rougher, increasing now in volume with emotion, "and feck,
D'hol, you ripped my heart out! All so you could have a quickie with a
goldrider that spreads her legs for anyone! You knew I would feel this
way, you knew this would hurt me or you wouldn't have intentionally
hidden it from me!"

"I come home to you!' D'hol gritted out through his teeth. "It's the
weyr, not the fecking Hold!"

"So? You share your passion with someone else and then I get what's
left when you come home? It's not enough. I know this isn't the Hold,
but there are other weyrmates here that don't sleep around outside of
flights. It's not as unheard of as you're making it out to be."

He had had enough. "Fine then, go." He glared down at her, rage
simmering in his eyes. "But I meant what I said."

For the first time, tears shimmered in Jeyme's eyes, "Goodbye, D'hol."
She turned and left.

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