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]

"Yes," she replies. She kisses him softly, and her eyes are SO heavy. It won't be long before they're both asleep.

Some time later, while it's still fully dark, a set of footsteps approaches the house. They are moving quietly, but as if they have every right to be here. A little old woman opens the door in the moonlight, her hair gone entirely silver with age. She's carrying a basket on one arm, and seems quite calm as she surveys the scene before her.

With his hearing, Skellig is likely to hear her coming long before Kreyu.

[27_53]

Skellig's senses are far more dulled that he would ever care to allow; a by-product of the earlier wandering through the oppressive desert sun, the fight with the bandits, and then their earlier 'escapades' that stretched long through the afternoon and well into the evening. He is tired. But he still hears the door open, the footsteps, and he stirs.

His wings stretch instinctively as he yawns, turning to look--

his wings stretch

--and he is suddenly fully awake, but he does not outwardly panic or attempt to flee. He makes eye contact with the old woman, and holds her gaze. In that moment, the fact that the amulet that was around his neck earlier is no longer is a glaring alarm to his senses.

Skellig swallows hard. And then reverently, respectfully, bows his head to her.

[brave_kreyu]

"No need to bow, dear, I'm just the midwife," she says, voice soft. Kreyu starts to stir a little, HER wings also out.

"Tawaret?" she mumbles, only partly awake.

"Just came to check on you dear, you've been through a lot today." Tawaret bustles toward the fire, which not coincidentally at all gives her a better view of Kreyu.

"'M good," Kreyu mumbles, then wraps her arms around Skellig and attempts to use him as a body pillow/stuffed animal. She's STILL not really awake.

Something softens in Tawaret's face when Kreyu reaches out for him, grabs hold of him while still mostly asleep.

[27_53]

In a familiar motion (how is it already familiar?) Skellig instinctively wraps his arm around Kreyu's shoulders as she cuddles closer to him, his hand coming to rest on her upper arm.

He watches the midwife - Tawaret - move around the room.

"Kreyu speaks highly of your teachings," he offers, gratitude (for lessons that she will need to use later, in different lifetimes) evident in his voice. It also works to explain the bow.

And since the midwife is not attempting to run a spear through him at the sight of HIS wings...

"I am Skellig," he adds. "Well met, Tawaret."

As well met as one can, when entangled in a nest of linens and naked as the day he came into being.

[brave_kreyu]

Tawaret smiles. "She is a gifted apprentice. I have been looking for someone to take over for me for a long time now."

"Well met, Skellig." Tawaret lifts something out of her basket, a small pot. "Make sure she drinks this in the morning, if you would? It will be helpful for her after the night you two have had."

[27_53]

"I suspect her skillset would lend itself well to the profession, and she is eager to learn. Her mind is quick. She is quite gifted."

There is a hint of pride in his tone.

At her last words to him, Skellig feels a flush rise to his cheekbones - and he's highly doubting it is the burn from the sun returning to revisit him in this precise moment.

"I will do so," he replies, nodding his affirmation.

[brave_kreyu]

Tawaret smiles. "I'm very glad she chose you, Skellig. I had begun to fear things would go poorly, despite my teachings."

"But I will let the two of you get some rest now, you'll likely need it."

[27_53]

"No harm will come to her," he says quietly, his tone shifting from 'pride' to 'protection, but not 'possessive' in any way. Kreyu is free to make her own choices, and Tawaret will be able to tell that. "Not so long as there is breath in my lungs."

Another slight nod, which is not as much of a bow as before, but a touch remains. She is an elder, after all.

"I thank you for your kindness." He glances down at Kreyu, who is still fast asleep curled against him. "And she will as well, come daylight."

[brave_kreyu]

"You are a good man, Skellig. Drop by tomorrow, won't you? With Kreyu, of course."

"Sleep well, darlings."

[27_53]

"It would be my honor to do so," he says. "Thank you."

Once the midwife has left them, Skellig resettles on the bed - listening as her footsteps grow softer and fade as she travels back to her place within the village walls, ensuring that she too makes it safely back to her 'nest' - and his primary focus is on Kreyu's breathing against him, her heartrate.

It is not long before he allows sleep to take hold again for the hours that remain before daylight threatens the horizon, and the world outside begins to stir in the pre-dawn.

He is awake again before she is, but he does not rouse her, choosing instead to bask in her presence.

[brave_kreyu]

Kreyu is in no hurry to wake. She's warm, soft, inviting where she's pressed against him. The light in her a gentle thing but strong as she lays there with him.

She shifts against him, and she lets out a soft cry, the kind of noise she made last night when he teased between her legs with his fingers.

[27_53]

His mind, having wandered elsewhere at some point - there are fish to be caught along the eddy nearest the bank of the river, if one would so desire to do so (not him, he hates fish) and her breathing is regular, calm behind him - until she makes a sound.

That sound, in particular.

His attention returns to her, initially out of concern, but also curiosity.

[brave_kreyu]

She moans, low, pleased, makes that noise again. "Skellig," he can just barely make out his name, her tone slightly pleading. She's not awake, not yet, but it seems like she might be having interesting dreams.

[27_53]

Oh. Oh.

Skellig's concern dissipates, but it is replaced with a greater feeling of confusion, and a hint of conflict. Working his throat soundlessly, he bites his lower lip as she shifts against him and moans again. It is obvious that she is dreaming, and it is growing more apparent as to what exactly she is dreaming about.

Remaining still, he focuses his vision on the ceiling, and tries to think of anything else in the moment. He would not take advantage of her, in this manner...

And then she gasps quietly, and he is forced to inhale a deeper breath as he feels heat build, low in his gut, his heartbeat quicken in his chest.

[brave_kreyu]

His torment won't last much longer. She wakes up with a quiet gasp, the same one that made heat build in his gut before.

She's a bit flushed as she meets his gaze, flustered. "Good morning, Skellig."

[27_53]

Skellig smiles softly when she speaks, and reaches to touch her cheek, before tucking a strand of her hair behind an ear.

"Good morning, Kreyu."

(He had located the missing amulet at some point in the hours before dawn, but hasn't tied it back around his neck, simply buried it beneath a pillow within easy reach if the need arose.)

"Did you rest well?"

[brave_kreyu]

"I did, though it seems my mind and my heart had not had their fill of you even though my body was quite tired."

"Did you sleep well?"

[27_53]

"Better than I have in some time."

A faint smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, when she mentions her dream.

"I noticed. Perhaps after your body has recovered, we can work later to appease your heart and mind," he suggests, casually. He is no shape to get up to any antics right now, and is happy to simply lie entangled with her in this quiet space.

[brave_kreyu]

"I'm glad."

She blushes when he says he noticed. "I would like that. Though THIS time I plan to put up a spell to keep the neighbors from hearing QUITE so much noise."

[27_53]

"I also will need to recover," he adds. "And I suspect they would be appreciative."

His eyes drift from her face to the table where the small pot rests that Tawaret had left for her, but he doesn't linger, his focus returning back to Kreyu. He has a suspicion that she doesn't remember the midwife coming, but he wants to confirm it, before he mentions.

"We fit well together, in this bed as such." Her body wrapped around his.

[brave_kreyu]

"We do," she replies, laughing softly. "You don't mind me being wrapped around you like this?"

[27_53]

Skellig shakes his head, the motion slight. "No. I rather quite enjoy it, actually." He shifts one arm, finding a way to pull her just a fraction closer.

[brave_kreyu]

She beams. "Lucky for me. Could sleep like this with you every night. It's almost like sleeping on my hoard in dragon shape."

[27_53]

Smugly: "Then I am honored to be considered worthy of such..."

With one hand, he motions at just how she's laid out atop / alongside his body.

"...whatever this is."

[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."