brave_kreyu | OOM All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness -Part Three

Skellig mutters a sleepy reply that sounds something along the lines of perfect idea to me as he melts into a sprawled puddle beneath her, barely even noticing that she's rolled them over until he feels her sprawl over him.

After a brief moment of recovery, he finds coherent speech.

"Not goin' anywhere ever," he 'agrees', contentedly wrapping one arm around her - the armband on his bicep brushing over her back, where it comes to rest, metal warm against her skin. "My mate and my treasures, right here in our nest."

Which is so damn comfortable, and he is so very worn out (in a very, very good way) that he doesn't take long to drift off into sleep, relishing in the afterglow bliss.

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She's not sure how long she sleeps on top of him, it's impossible to tell the time this far underground. She awakes refreshed, but quite...sticky from their earlier activities. She slides off of him, careful not to wake him up.

She counts the armor pieces out as loot almost immediately. It's bulky, takes up far too much room, and it will likely be difficult to trade for anything else. The jewelry though, that holds promise!

Her breath catches as she finds a long string of carefully matched black pearls, long enough to reach the middle of her breasts even when wrapped twice around her neck. It's potent, very potent, as strong as the necklace she lost. She'd never be able to WEAR it in the village, but she only needs contact with it to draw karma from it. And if she puts it on to show Skellig what it looks like on her, that's her business.

The lapis scarab pin is weaker, will take longer to recharge, but will be easier to conceal on her person.

Three other items are weaker still, only capable of offering her energy once and then never again, but still valuable: An egg shaped piece of amber, a wicked looking obsidian blade, and a delicate looking golden bracelet. She packs the pin, the amber egg, and the obsidian blade away, slips the bracelet on for Skellig to see.

Karma clings to the rest of it, but not enough that it's too valuable to trade away, if necessary. An elaborate amphora that USED to contain precious wine proves to contain vinegar now when she opens it. The smell is quite strong.

Even with his heightened sense of hearing and sight, Skellig manages to sleep easily through her moving off of his body and stays asleep as she works her way through the piles of jewelry that are scattered about the treasure hoard. The lack of natural light in the space does throw off his internal body clock, but it is simply more the sheer exhaustion from the combination of fantastic sex and the use of his powers that keeps him from waking as she moves about the room.

The scent of the wine-turned-vinegar is what stirs him, and he is mildly disoriented (where did she go? why are there feathers stuck to his cheek?) at first when his eyes flutter open, his body shifting as he stretches out on the silks beneath him.

That is a good stretch.

Once he lays eyes on her, he flops back down in a contented pose, still hazy around the edges with afterglow and bliss.

"Should I be jealous you've gone shopping without me?" He drawls, teasing.

"Not when I'm shopping for you too, dearest," she teases back. "Found a few items that are karma magnets. I've packed a pin away that you could conceal easily enough, for use in an emergency if you needed power.

"These," she gestures to the pearls around her neck, "are as strong as the necklace I had before. Nowhere near as subtle, but one can't have everything." She does look quite good in pearls. She snags another golden arm ring from the pile, saunters over to him, hips swaying.

She eases herself down onto the silk next to him, proffers the ring. "I think you might like this one." The pattern repeating on the arm ring are stylized owls, stooping down upon some unseen prey.

Drinking in her image as she saunters back over to him, he smiles widely.

"Those, are stunning," he comments, eyes tracking over her form as she moves closer, settles on the bed beside him - he moves a little closer (but doesn't touch, he knows what happened the last time he touched one of her Karma items) to study the pearls, and also the design on the arm ring that she shows him. "That is also nice. I do like that."

And that is not simply because it has owls in the motif, or that she picked it out - which he would like anything she chose, either for herself or for him.

His eyes wander back to the pearls, then up to her face. (He can't help it! Even if he is too tired to do anything, anytime soon.) "We can be subtle when we need to be. Other times...we can splurge."

Like these silks, that she is also planning on taking home. And some other things that he is sure they have yet to find amongst the treasures.

"That was my thought," she replies.

Her eyes twinkle with mischief and fondness. "I look forward to seeing you in fine linen, proper sandals, and some gold accessories. The climate is cooler in Amikaya, even in the Dry season. I'll need to wear a gown instead of just my kilt. You'll likely want something too, we can adjust it to take your wings into consideration."

"I would gladly wear whatever you would think appropriate, that we can manage to get our hands on. I would not want to look out of place."

He leans over and presses his lips to her upper arm, before nuzzling slightly against her, a familiar gesture to him at this point. There is no anxiety to his words, no sadness, simply understanding.

"I am...used to having to blend in," he says. "It is in my nature, to avoid being noticed, unless I want to be. Though with such a beauty as yourself upon my arm...I would wish to be seen," he adds.

"Truly?" she asks, surprised, when he says that he would wish to be seen. "I had noticed that you prefer not to be the center of attention, to pass unnoticed. But with me upon your arm you would wish otherwise? Why such a great change?"

Skellig is quiet for a moment (one that will feel to Kreyu as if it is just a hint longer than what he would normally take to respond to her) before he speaks.

And he does not bother to hide the deep sense of hurt that tints his voice, the evidence of the wound that has ached for so very long in his soul.

"For so long I have been cast out, spit upon, cursed at. Not all have done so, but so very many have simply worked to avoid me, it just...after awhile, I simply...believed their reactions as truth, as what I deserved. And it became easier to pass unnoticed, avoid their scorn."

He pauses.

"I was not at all proud of myself as I am, before I met you. That is what has changed."

The words HURT, like a knife twisting in her flesh, like an arrow in her shoulder. "Oh, love," the sorrow and the pain for him in her voice clear as she wraps her arms around him. The pearls are warm against his skin, though not as warm as Kreyu.

"It is not right that ANYONE be treated so, certainly not one such as you." She kisses his cheek softly. "I wish I had found you before the world wounded you so."

"As do I," he admits.

Because while he would not question the work of the Fates or the divine path or whatever cosmic forces are at play across the universe (universes? timelines?) it does not mean that he can't also acknowledge the fact that there have been moments that he can remember (few as they are) that were simply awful.

"But what matters to me most is that you did." His voice steadies, loses some of the hurt and pain that it carried earlier. "And you have accepted me for what I am, who I am. So I am...learning to be proud. I am braver when you are by my side. It...is not simple, nor would I expect it to be. But it will be worth it."

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She nods. "It will take time, but we have time," she tells him. She kisses him again, soft, sweet. "And I will help you with that, as much as I can."

She wraps her body around him, rests her head on his shoulder, spreads her wings like a blanket over them both. "Would you rest again?"

"My body is...slightly confused, being underground," he offers as explanation. "The lack of light."

But despite that, he is clearly grateful for her body wrapped around his, her wings covering them. That is obvious in the way he relaxes into her embrace. "But I would easily do so, I think. I am still quite tired."

"Mine too," Kreyu admits.

She kisses him softly. "Perhaps, after we have rested more, I might claim YOU?" Her tone is partly teasing, but she IS interested in doing that before they leave - if it also strikes his fancy.

They drift off again, and far more hours have passed before they start to stir again. Kreyu is quite comfortable with Skellig as her body pillow, somewhere between asleep and awake.

In most instances, it is a rarity for Skellig to actually sleep, uninterrupted by either outward stimuli or his own mind, for more than a few hours at a time. But this is not one of those instances. Because it is quiet, in this space, only their heartbeats and their breath sounds to give him anything to listen to, which he can do without worry.

He sleeps well.
Very well.

And instead of a nightmare that enters his mind, it is a dream of a much different sort.

Images flicker through his mind: her body pressed firmly into his, her lips on his throat, her hands tracing secret symbols on his chest - sealing his heart and love to hers, binding his soul not to trap it, but to protect it and care deeply for him - and he quite likes it. the energy from the room practically glowing (they still are in this room, atop these silks and furs and piles of treasure surrounding them, her hoard now) as she lays claim to him, kisses his neck once more...

He is still very much asleep, but as he shifts beneath her a faint groan escapes his lips, and it is obvious that this is no nightmare.

It takes a while for his groan to pierce her mind, to stir her to being fully awake. It's quite a nice sound, after all.

She's pleased it's not a nightmare he's having, but she hasn't realized the EXACT contents of his dream yet. A pleasant memory or fantasy, whatever it is. She watches him, pleased to see him well, resting, enjoying a pleasant dream.

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It is most definitely a fantasy, intermingled with the reality they have already written upon these stone walls with the echoes of their pleasure.

"Just...just like that, yes." He whispers, tipping his head to the side (to allow 'her' better access to her neck, as she kisses further down his throat, sucking gently at the skin) as he exhales a shaky breath. "Please, Kreyu my love...don't stop..."

His next sound is that of a whimper, met with the slight arch of his back beneath her bodyweight as she watches. From the evidence of his slowly growing arousal that is pressed against her thigh, the contents of this dream may soon become much more evident.

"Yes...Gods, yes. Touch me." Another soft groan, as he presses his form against hers. After all - she's clearly right there, isn't she? With her body hovering atop his own?

Kreyu freezes, as the contents of his dream become VERY clear. While she would be quite happy to give him any ecstasy he pleased if he was AWAKE, he can't consent to anything right now.

Kreyu's just....going to do things with her limbs that human limbs REALLY should not do and try to ease herself off of Skellig without waking him up. It will totally work. Right? PLEASE let this work.

She manages to at least get off his body before he wakes up, but his dream doesn't stop. In fact, as she brushes her wings over his body as she moves, she grazes his chest and he exhales another sharp, pleased breath.

And then it is...colder.

And she is no longer curled up against him.

Whimpering slightly, mostly out of confusion (still in his dream) he reaches for her in his dazed state, mind stirring enough that he blinks his eyes open and isn't quite sure why she is looking at him like she is, if she was just...

Wasn't she just astride him, ready to claim him as her own?

"...my love?" He narrow his eyes slightly, tilting his head as she is most definitely...not comfortable.

Kreyu is flushing as red as her complexion will allow. "You were dreaming, love." Kreyu explains. "It's not that I wouldn't, but you, you couldn't CONSENT," she babbles.

"I was...dreaming?"

He blinks several times, rapidly, and then notices that the room is not quite the same as the one he was just picturing, nor is she straddled over his body. And then he notices the other thing that is different - he is only half-hard, not ready and wanting for her to mount him as she was 'about' to do...

And he laughs, a little breathless, dropping his head back to the cushions as his own body flushes (though not quite as red), motioning for her to move back towards him.

"Come here, my love. Please," he asks, kindly.

She is more than glad to come to him while he's awake! She wraps herself around him again, as she was before. "I didn't mean to wake you, but...." she shrugs helplessly, unable to find the words for what she wants to say.

"I would have likely woken on my own," he reassures her. "And you are right...I could not have consented, in my state that I was. I appreciate you respecting that, and I would do the same for you."

Her bodyweight against his once again is pleasant, and he swallows back the groan of desire that threatens.

"But in the future...if I am so obviously...wanting...as I am." The ache in his groin has not faded. "I would not object to you touching me, to bring me pleasure. Or waking me, to continue it on this plane."

A smirk crosses his features.

"...would you like to hear of my dream?"

"I would wake you," Kreyu replies. "As you may wake me, should I have such dreams."

"I would, yes, since you were enjoying it so." She's intrigued.

Skellig makes note of her wording, and nods.

"We were in this space," he starts. "Though it was more lively, perhaps as if I were the King and you were my Queen, in the time before the city was lost."

He motions with a hand at the room. "Though, the treasures remained. Glittering crystal, silver, gold...surrounding us. I do not know what we had reason to celebrate, but we were clearly...happy. You were astride me, pleasuring me with your lips and tongue."

His mind flashes to the next moment in the dream.

"You were tracing...my chest, with your fingers. As if to sear a ward upon my skin, to seal...to bind me, for protection, to lay claim to my heart. Not to trap me...I was not afraid...I desired it greatly." He swallows at the thought, the 'feeling' of her fingers on his skin still fresh in his memory. "And then you were laughing, we both were, as you were just about to mount yourself..."

She can fill in the rest of that sentence, as his skin flushes once more.

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