OOM: All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness?

[brave_kreyu]

(OOC: Warning for explicit adult content, mention of noncon/rape, slavery)

Is it a dream? A glimpse of a universe that might have been? A story untold?

Something called Skellig out here, to a road scratched in the earth between the desert and the land irrigated by the river. The sun overhead is like a hammer, the heat murderous. His coat...he can't remember WHAT happened to his coat. In this heat the coat would be as strange as his wings to human eyes in any case.

There are two small mud-brick houses up ahead, then more road, and a mud-brick wall encircling a small village of mud-brick houses.

He needs a drink, desperately.

He hears footsteps coming toward him, the heat haze breaks to reveal a woman. (Except she can't be a woman, no one human has that much Light inside them, that much power.)

"Even one touched by the gods should not be walking about this time of day," her voice is all concern, all worry. She's wearing a white linen kilt around her waist, and nothing at all above it except a necklace of blue clay beads. She's lovely. (And she feels familiar? Why?)

She offers a hand to him, seemingly not concerned in the slightest about his wings.

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[brave_kreyu]

"You are more than worthy, Skellig. Of anyone."

She flushes. "I....I don't know what this is," she tells him. "I would let you go, if you wished to leave, but I don't WANT you to go."

[27_53]

"I have no desire to go anywhere. You are stuck with me," he laughs.

Skellig snuggles her into his body, content. Although there is one thing...

"However...we have been invited to later call upon your teacher...Tawaret?"

[brave_kreyu]

Kreyu stares at him in utter confusion. "I, we have? How did you....?"

Nope, she doesn't remember their late night visitor at all.

[27_53]

"It would seem that over the course of our evening that...word reached her, of our activities."

Or the noise, which depending on how deep into the village Tawaret's 'nest' is, might be cause for greater concern.

"She stopped in to check on you, while we slept. I spoke with her. You...were still very tired. I was not sure if you would remember, this morning." He nods his head towards the table. "She brought you a drink, for the morning. I am supposed to have you drink it once you woke and decided to move from this bed."

[brave_kreyu]

Kreyu flushes. "She's such a dear, checking on me. I don't know that I NEED what the drink will do, but better safe than sorry, as she's fond of saying."

[27_53]

Skellig is pretty sure he can guess the purpose of the concoction, but there are some things (especially regarding women and how their bodies work) that he finds it best to refrain from speculation on.

"She was quite kind, and was glad to see no harm had come to you at my hand."

A pause.

"She...she also saw my wings, and I believe yours as well. She did not seem concerned."

[brave_kreyu]

Kreyu's heart surges in panic when Skellig says that Taweret saw his wings, but starts to slow as he finishes speaking. "That, that is great good fortune. I, I may have left evidence, with the bandits. I did not use magic to kill them all."

She makes sure one hand is safely away from Skellig, calls an echo of her draconic shape into her hand. The hand changes, becomes covered in hard, smoke colored scales and sporting NASTY talons the size of daggers. "I should have been more careful." She didn't see what Skellig did to the bandit with the crossbow.

[27_53]

That is certainly not what Skellig was expecting her to do with her hand, but he isn't bothered by it. Cautiously (she may not want him to touch her, but he is not afraid) and curiously he extends his hand to touch the back of hers, running his fingertips over the scales.

"My talons are not nearly as impressive. They are more...suggestions, when needed." There is a slight ripple to the air around his hand, and although the form of his fingers does not appear to shift to the eye, the idea of talons at the ends of his nails will flit across Kreyu's senses. "Yours are lovely."

If he sounds slightly envious, well, he is.

"And all I managed was to crush his bones and snap his neck where he knelt," he adds. He might even sound vaguely disappointed.

[brave_kreyu]

She does not mind the touch at all, smiles in pleasure as he touches. Her scales are hard but smooth under his touch, warm as her human skin would be.

"Very difficult to do anything delicate, like this," she tells him. "Yours are far more elegant, more subtle."

"The one who shot me?" she guesses. She kisses whatever part of him she can reach. "You did perfectly well, Skellig."

"I could take you out of sight of the village, show you my draconic shape. You, you ought to know, what I look like." There's an echo of worry about revealing that and she's not sure why.

[27_53]

"I would be honored to view whatever form you should choose to share with me," he says. While her hand is still shifted to scales, he brings it to his mouth and presses his lips against the hard surface, kissing gently. "If that is what you would wish to do."

Perhaps later, after meeting with Tawaret.
Or at the very least, after breakfast.

"And yes, the one who fired the bolt which struck you." He adds.

[brave_kreyu]

His kiss makes her shiver. She lets the scales and talons go so she can touch him without risking hurting him, caresses his face.

"After breakfast, I think? Best to get anything that needs to be done outside done before the heat of the day."

[27_53]

"With direction, I could prepare something for us." Or at the very least, help her, if she'll let him.

"And avoiding the heat of the day would be best. My skin feels much better, but I fear I will be far more easily burnt for some time, until my body adapts."

[brave_kreyu]

"Help would be lovely," Kreyu replies. "I have bread leftover from yesterday, and some eggs. And beer, of course."

Yes, beer IS a breakfast drink around here.

"I fear you will, yes. But I can make plenty of ointment." The words imply that he plans to stay, and stay for a while.

[27_53]

"I can help with that as well, making ointment" he offers, not yet wanting to leave this bed or this space, but knowing at some point they will have to. Because she is right, and the memory of the blistering sun taking aim at his body is still quite fresh.

"Although it is tempting to allow myself to burn again, if only for the...aftercare."

He wouldn't.
Maybe just once.

His eyes fall to the 'drink' on the table, and he thinks of earlier.

"Does the midwife...does she know of your wings?"

[brave_kreyu]

"You need not go to such extremes to have my hands on you," she teases him.


"She shouldn't," Kreyu replies. "But she is very canny, Taweret. She may have seen the marks my talons left and presumed wings came with the package."

[27_53]

"She may have, or thought perhaps that they were solely the work the 'demon' which you have summoned..."

Skellig laughs a little at that, shifting against her as he stretches. His legs do need to move, and at some point, as comfortable as she is resting against him, his body wins out.

"Regardless, she has seen them, and was not concerned."

Everything is just faintly sore, but in a very familiar (and not unpleasant - at least for his body) way. He does carry some concern for her, once she tries to move.

[brave_kreyu]

Kreyu stretches and her breath catches as her body complains. "I may need that tea after all," she says, chuckling. She stretches, wings and all, careful not to bump him.

"But I would gladly pay this price again, and again, and again, to have you."

[27_53]

"You're drinking the tea," Skellig says matter-of-factly. "Tawaret made it very clear to me that you should do so."

And he has no intentions of meeting the elder woman later having not followed her instruction to the letter.

"As would I."

Sitting up in the bed, he allows his fingers to close around the amulet he had stashed earlier beneath the nearest pillow, retrieving it. "I found this after she had come to check on your wellbeing. It must have come unknotted during the night. It is not lost."

Not that it would have far to go in this one-room home of hers, but they were quite active. There are also feathers among the linens.

[brave_kreyu]

"I'm glad you found it. I'll have to tie it tighter this time." Technically, he COULD tie it himself, this time.

"Looks like we shed some feathers last night in all the festivities." She eyes the water container. "I think there's enough water left for us to wash off, but I'll need to go to the well to draw more."

"Would give you a chance to wake the fire up enough to cook with." She's just presuming he knows how to do this because EVERYONE in her time knows how to do this from a very early age.

[27_53]

"That I could manage well enough, the fire." Handling of fire to cook, to keep warm, is straightforward enough - and he has built them in far stranger places than this, even if he cannot remember exactly where those spaces are at the moment.

As far as the amulet goes, he COULD tie it himself, but giving it to her means that she will have another opportunity to touch him.

"Should we put it back now, before you go for water? I do not know how often you are called upon."

After last night, he suspects the other villagers might be avoiding this side of the wall for at least a little while. But it would not do to be reckless...

[brave_kreyu]

"Better safe than sorry, I think. We've already pushed our luck once."

Kreyu rises from the bed, walks over to the water and wipes off the remnants of sweat and other things from last night. She wraps the kilt around her waist without really having to think about it at all, the movements ingrained in muscle memory.

[27_53]

Skellig lingers a moment longer in the bed, watching her walk to the water before he rises and joins her, placing the amulet on the table before fetching a cloth from the bucket to do the same to himself once she's finished.

Cleaning up is quick enough.
Finding his kilt...takes an extra moment of hunting, through the blankets on the bed. And underneath.

"Where in the..." he mutters, leaning over and bending down to look under the bedframe, where a scrap of the fabric peeks out. "...how did...hmm."

[brave_kreyu]

Kreyu laughs. "I must have been more enthusiastic than I thought, when I got that off of you." She flushes slightly. She might have been admiring his ass, when he was bent over like that. Ahem.

She pads over to where he left the amulet, picks it up. "Let me tie it around your neck?"

[27_53]

"I'll have you help with this as well," he says, as he saunters walks back over to her, kilt fabric in hand.

Amulet first. He bows his head slightly, to allow her to better reach him.

[brave_kreyu]

She settles the amulet carefully in place, knots it with the securest knot she knows. "There." She kisses him, because she can and he looks so lovely in the early light.

"Would you prefer me in front of you this time as I help you put it on, or would that be too inspiring?" she teases.