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

Skellig smirks at their interaction, and nods. "I will not be able to keep her from finding trouble, of that I am certain," he teases, ignoring the hint of a glare he's sure Kreyu gives him. "But at the least I will be by her side throughout it."

He looks at Kreyu. "I will fetch dinner," he says, to signal he is taking his leave. "And leave you two to talk."

Once he has taken his leave, Skellig makes his way back to the House of Blue Lotuses, stopping at several places along his path to gather some things that he has felt inspired to fetch along with dinner. The floral design of the henna she has painted along her limbs has given him an idea that requires ducking into the stall of a merchant selling all sort of exotic flowers; a large amount of them are purchased and sent on ahead via an assistant to their lodgings.

Dinner is a relatively straightforward affair - that favorite stall of hers nearer the House is selling the skewers of spiced meats as well as breads of all types; he gathers an assortment packaged to keep warm until whenever she may return.

By the time she does return, Skellig will have fully rearranged their room into a place worthy of worship of a goddess such as herself. Dinner is kept warm in a box on the table with heated bricks (he will unpack it once she arrives) and there is a jug of beer. There is a bountiful stack of carefully wrapped gifts atop the table as well - each one containing one of the treasures he has chosen over his days of shopping to surprise her with, which he intends to do so this evening. There are candles and oil lamps lit throughout the room, adding to the ambiance of the space.

And then there are the flowers.

Remembering the way she reacted to the flowers he picked for her on the island, plus the design of her henna he noticed while in the tavern, he has spread flowers throughout the room. Some of them he does not even know what they are, but they are arranged throughout - some in bunches in vases and other vessels he had brought up with help from the staff at the House of Blue Lotuses, others simply strewn across the bed, rose petals and orchids and all other sorts awaiting her return.

By the time he 'hears' that she is on her way back to the House, he has taken up 'residence' and chosen to relax on a low couch in the room, still dressed (but having changed into a clean kilt after stopping by the baths for a quick rinse to get rid of the sweat from the day) with an assortment of the jewelry she has chosen for him on his body - minus his amulet to shield his wings, as he knows it is just her that is coming.

Glancing around the room, he is satisfied with his efforts - pleased with his offerings for his most beautiful and precious dragon, his mate, his wife - and he allows himself to lounge with a beer mug in hand as he awaits her return

The staff of the House is DELIGHTED to be roped into Skellig's nest decorating efforts. The two of them are just ADORABLE, according to the gossip Skellig overhears between the workers. (He also tips well, VERY WELL, which has won him quite a lot of favor.)

Kreyu enters the room without knocking, knowing Skellig will hear her heartbeat long before she comes through the door. It's a good thing the door shuts on its own, because she stops shortly after she comes through it to stare in surprised delight.

She flushes. "You didn't need to do all of this for me," she tells him. "But I like it very much." Her fingers carefully trace the petals of some of the flowers as she turns to lock the door. "Gifts worthy of a queen, or a goddess."

She laughs, low. "I ought to object to you spoiling me so," she tells him, grinning. "But I am a dragon, and we are greedy creatures."

If her hips sway a little more than they usually do as she walks toward his couch, it is because the gifts she can offer him in this moment are less physical in nature.

"You can object all you wish," Skellig tells her. "But it will not stop me from spoiling you as much as I am able."

He makes no effort to hide the fact that he is watching her (closely) walk over towards his couch, nor does he think she will mind in the slightest.

"I know there will be times when we will not have such luxuries at our disposal," he adds, with a hint of a shrug as he pushes himself up to more of a 'sitting' position on the couch, making room for her to join him at his side. Motioning around the room with one hand, he smiles. "So I will take advantage of these times when we do have them."

His smile shifts a little, to one that is more...knowing.

"Plus you are a dragon, and I know you like it."

Kreyu does not mind him watching at all. She sits on the couch next to him, her body touching his, kisses his cheek.

"My wise husband knows me well," she tells him. She brushes some of his hair out of his face, and he can see that there are intricate patterns even on her palms. "Henna like this is supposed to be lucky for a bride, the artist told me. Supposed to be BEFORE the wedding, but you and I will enjoy them anyway, hm?"

"I have no doubt of that."

Skellig shifts to turn his body so he is better facing her, which allows him to lean in and press his forehead against hers.

"I will admit I got quite a thrill, seeing you walk into the tavern with it adorning your body in such a way. Even more so when those who were staring at you were disappointed to know that you were not 'up for grabs'." He smirks. "One of many reasons I kissed you."

She chuckles. "Hm. I'm glad I could give you a thrill." Her eyes sparkle with mischief. "Most of the henna work I had done was meant to be seen by all, but I had a few pieces done just for you and I."

She'll let his imagination work on what they might be and where for a while. "Shall we start with dinner, or did you have other plans?"

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"Dinner was first on my list," he says honestly. "I had some flatbreads for lunch, before I met with your brother, but that was several hours ago."

His eyes wander the rest of her body - she is clothed still, of course, so he is forced to imagine just what might be hiding beneath the folds of linen which she is wearing. (Forced. Such a travesty.) He offers her his hand, stands.

"I stopped at that stall you took me to, got some of those meats that you like. As well as some other things to go with it." Some vegetables, some fruits, more breads. And the beer. "Would my wife join me for dinner?"

She will notice when they reach the table that there are several various sized boxes and bags, wrapped up neatly and piled in a semi-neat stack.

She seems a little concerned that he had flatbreads a few hours ago and nothing since. It's probably for the best that she doesn't realize just HOW hungry Skellig has been in the past.

She's pleased when his eyes wander the rest of her body, she can practically HEAR him wondering. The delay now will only make his discoveries later all the sweeter for the both of them. "I would love to join you for dinner," she tells him, smiling.

He can feel the surge in her curiosity when she notices the packages, but she doesn't ask about them just yet. "Such a lovely feast you've gathered for us." She has the BEST husband.

"I figured after such a long afternoon, it would be best if both of us were well-prepared for this evening."

His tone is innocent, although his mind is most definitely not. He works to unpack the box, dishing up two plates of food between them, and there will definitely be leftovers if they are still hungry after the first round. Once they have settled in and both have mugs of beer, he looks at her.

"How was the rest of your conversation with Elihu? If you wish to speak of it. If it is private, I would not pry."

"Always better to be prepared," she replies, her tone equally innocent. But the look in her eyes suggest her thoughts are most definitely not.

"It went well. Mostly catching up on news about our humans, things that have happened around the lair. I told him about my apprenticeship with Taweret, what it was like in the village."

She laughs. "He didn't SAY anything, but I could tell he was quite baffled by my choosing such a life, even for a short time."

"Even though I only spoke to him a few hours, I could see how he might find that choice of yours a bit...odd, for a dragon."

Skellig tears off another bit of meat from a skewer, stuffs it into a flatbread with some vegetables.

"He asked of how we came to meet," he says. "I told him the story of you finding me upon the road, though I left out some of the more...vivid details of our first afternoon together."

"He wouldn't come out and say it was beneath me, but I could tell."

She flushes, remembering that first afternoon. "That's probably for the best. I expect our actions would seem....hasty, from the outside."

She can't explain why she felt so powerfully so soon, doesn't really CARE. Kreyu works on her own flatbread, thinking. "But I'm sure they were the right actions, since they have lead to THIS."

"I have no doubt of our actions being 'right'," Skellig says. "I assured him that regardless of the risks that may come with our relationship, I was committed to it. Committed to you, which I am fully."

He grins at her.

"Our souls were meant to find one another and become intertwined, I am sure of it. I have never been happier, than I am with you, my love."

"I would never wish to cage your heart, your wonderful soul," she whispers. "But I am selfishly glad that our souls are intertwined, that you are my husband and I am your wife."

She takes and chews a few more bites. "I have never been this happy before, in all the centuries I have lived. I would take on the world, to keep you at my side."

Skellig had said similar to Elihu, regarding challenging the Fates if they tried to take Kreyu away from him.

"It makes me quite pleased to hear you say that," he says honestly. "That I can bring you such happiness. I still sometimes wonder how it is that a...creature like myself, can do such a thing for a dragon's heart."

"What matters is that you do," she tells him. She cups his face with one hand. "So very much."

She kisses his forehead, gentle. "My beloved."

"I am keen to see what else you have planned," she admits after she finishes her wrap.

"I will show you, once I finish putting away the remains of dinner."

It does not take long for them to finish the rest of whatever they plan to eat for their evening meal; Skellig does leave out some fruits and a jar of honey, 'just in case' they get hungry later and need a snack. Once their beers are replenished, he nods his head towards the couch.

"Go, sit, and get comfortable, and I will bring these things to you?"

The 'things' in question are the various boxes that have remained on the table throughout the meal, untouched.

Kreyu is now VERY curious.

She smiles at him, goes to sit on the couch. 'Comfortable' involves a bit of a sprawl that makes the dress slide up her legs, show more of the henna work. There's still plenty of room for Skellig if he wants to join her on the couch, though.

Tempted as he is to pounce on her right then and there, see just exactly how far that henna work travels up her legs, he manages to resist and makes his way over to her.

"I found some things over the course of the time we have been here in the city that have spoken to me in some way," he explains, sitting beside her and setting the boxes next to him. "Some of them are more valuable than others, but I do think you will enjoy all of them."

The first package he passes over is an odd one, but perhaps the most fragrant - it is the bag that contains the dried herbs and spices and tea that make up the 'Chai' he sampled earlier. As she opens it, he explains:

"I watched her prepare it, so I have an idea...I was unfamiliar, but I suspected perhaps you may already know how?"

She smiles broadly when she unwraps it. "I do, Chai." She leans over to kiss him. "I can walk you through making it as many times as you like."

"I have a few recipes for it of my own. I can show them to you, once we're at the Lair." The thought of sharing recipes with him is oddly warming, sets a fluttering in her heart.

"Thank you, Skellig."

"Of course, my love. I would enjoy that greatly. I...am not all that familiar with cooking, so I will need to learn." They would be able to survive on the basics and there are a few things he knows how to do, but he will need to know more if they are to live together, create a home, care for one another. "It was quite good when I tried some today."

With the next boxes he hands over he also explains:

"Now this is three parts - these two are for you, for certain." Those are the boxes which contain the pieces of jewelry he had picked on the first day they had gone shopping together, which he had gathered when she was not near him - the amethyst pectoral collar, with dozens of delicate crystals strung together in various shades of shimmering purples. And the amethyst and turquoise wrist cuff that he had selected to match.

"The third, I cannot read the inscription, I would have you read it first before I might wear it, unless you would rather." That is the small amulet with the dragon carved from amethyst with what is supposed to be some symbols for protection in it.

"I will be learning more cooking too, but I will be glad to teach you what I know."

It is the third box Kreyu goes for first, the amulet. "It looks a bit like me," she says when she glances from the amulet to him. "Lovely work too. Is that why you wanted it?"

She peers at the inscription. "They are protective symbols," she tells him. "Ones for luck, for protection against curses. I can't sense any power in it, so it should be safe for you to wear."

Skellig nods.

"That is what the merchant said they were, but I wanted to ensure it was not the opposite before I wore it against my skin." He smiles as she hands it to him, studies the shape of the little dragon as he holds it in his palm. "I figure it is unassuming enough that I would be able to wear it most places, where some of these others would stand out too greatly. And it would be another way I could keep you near my heart."

Kreyu blushes. "You say the sweetest things, my heart." She kisses him again, lingering a little this time. Maybe they don't need to open the next gift right away?

While he wants to do nothing more than spoil her and lavish her with gifts - he also does not see any reason to rush, not when they are both comfortable as they are right now.

So he 'allows' her to linger, pulling her body a little closer to his as she kisses him, reaching his hand out to take hold of one of hers, the carved dragon held between their palms.

(He will remember this kiss, each time he thinks of the dragon when it brushes against his skin.)

"I mean every word of it."

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