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brave_kreyu) wrote2024-06-22 03:54 pm
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OOM All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness -Part Seven
It turns out that 'guarding the lair' involves more than just staying in one place. Kreyu has a goal today of scouting outside their borders, looking for possible trouble.
Given that Skellig can't speak the local language, yet, they're not trying to pass as locals. Skellig is just wearing a kilt as they stalk through the forest.
The wilderness is truly wild here, only barely touched by humans. Beasts of all kinds live in these woods, wolves, deer, boars, birds, rabbits, and more.
Given that Skellig can't speak the local language, yet, they're not trying to pass as locals. Skellig is just wearing a kilt as they stalk through the forest.
The wilderness is truly wild here, only barely touched by humans. Beasts of all kinds live in these woods, wolves, deer, boars, birds, rabbits, and more.
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Once he is dry enough that he feels as if he would be able to fly without issue, he looks to her and the glances toward her bag which rests on a rock nearby.
"Did you at least manage to get enough for us before I interrupted with..." He waves a hand towards the water's edge. "...my mess?"
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She caresses his cheek. "Would you like to come home with me, Skellig?" she asks. Her voice drops low. "I promise I don't bite," she teases.
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Even with how harshly he sent Light energy flooding out into the surrounding area as he'd stepped outside the front door, he knows there are places he likely missed.
He tips his head firmly towards her hand, nuzzling her palm in a way that is much more "owl and beast" than it is human. Something in her words strikes him hard, deep in his chest, centered in his soul.
"Please."
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She packs the bag, takes his hand, and they head home to the Lair. The Karma soothes jangled nerves and this 'nest' is perhaps becoming familiar to him. There is a spare kilt for him in one of the chests in her portion of the Lair and she unpacks their bags. "You may want to rinse off the salt in the hot spring," she suggests.
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He isn't long in the hot spring, but does take a few moments to collect his thoughts, tries to organize them even just slightly.
"She would never spit upon you," he mutters quietly to himself as he wipes away the salt. "You are better than that. Worth more than that. Not a freak."
There is a sting behind his eyes that threatens, but he allows it to fade as he finishes cleaning up his body of the salt, collecting his thoughts a moment before he returns to 'their' section of the Lair, their nest, which is becoming more familiar and a comfort. He can smell some of the Chai tea as he enters, spots a cup waiting for him on the table.
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She has no idea how the little filo tarts with a spiced lamb and vegetable mixture in them were made, it might as well be some strange magic!
There are some filo tarts with honey and blackberries for later too.
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The sense of joy and Karma and Light and love are enough to bring a smile to his face, one that actually MIGHT reach his eyes. It appears to him as if she has everything under control, so he perches in his chair, pulls the mug closer to him.
"They smell amazing," he adds.
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She places the little tarts between their places at the table, sits down, then leans over and kisses him on the cheek. "And she had some with blackberries too. I remember that you liked those on the island."
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After a few bites:
"I suppose I like most things, if only because I did not have the ability to be picky, Before."
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"I picked up something to put on your skin too, will help after the sun and the salt today. I can put it on you, after we eat, unless you'd rather put it on yourself?"
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Bringing a hand up to the side of his neck, he rubs gently at the area that he angered earlier - it does not hurt now, not after she had healed the irritated skin with her Karma. But the memory lingers.
"Thank you," he adds. "For taking hold of my hands. I was not...I was not thinking, I simply felt...dirty."
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"I hope my touch will be a balm in many ways. Perhaps even a pleasure." Her smile is just the tiniest bit wicked with the word 'pleasure'.
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Skellig tries to match her smile with one of his own, and it partially works.
"Your touch is always a pleasure," he says. "Even just the simple contact of your skin against mine, we do not even have to be doing anything..." He leans over slightly as if to demonstrate, his upper arm meeting hers. "And it soothes my soul."
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"It soothes me too," she confesses. She nibbles on her tart. "Like sprawling in dragon shape over my brothers, but....different." She can't quite describe what she feels.
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"If that is something you need to do," he says. "I would not mind it if I was to sleep alone, while you all rested together. I could manage well-enough."
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She starts on her second tart. "I think I would dream of you, even then, when I'm all hard scales and pointy bits." She chuckles.
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He shoots her a slightly sidelong look.
"You are cute when you roll around, though."
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His accompanying smile is a bit broader, not quite a grin but very close. "It is just...you allowing yourself to be free, move without consideration for what you might look like, just wanting to feel good. I can tell it pleases you to do so...and your energy is quite joyful, in some moments. It is...cute."
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She snags the blackberry tarts, puts them next to the others. "It feels good, when the itching stops and whatever is drying on my scales is gone. And stretching out is good too. I have to be so careful with how I move. The world, the world isn't built for me at that size."
She touches his cheek gently. "One reason I'm so fond of this shape. So much easier to interact with things without fear of breaking them, like this."
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Now his smirk is a little wicked, playful.
He plucks a blackberry from one of the tarts, it is softened by the baking process but still 'solid' enough to pull free, and pops it into his mouth. A soft sound of pleasure follows from his lungs.
"Perhaps even better than the ones before."
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She catches the wicked, playful tones in his smirk, matches it with her own. That noise he makes causes her heart to speed up, prompts heat start to coil in her gut. "Heat and honey do lovely things to fruit," she purrs. "I should see if I can get my hands on some figs tomorrow."
She plucks a berry from her tart, offers it to him, brushing the fruit ever so slightly against his lips.
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If he lightly kisses her fingertips in the process? Purely accidental, of course!
"I would like to try them."
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She shivers a little with want when he lightly kisses her fingertips. She plucks another berry, this time from his tart. She offers it to him, but this time not QUITE as close to his mouth.
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He likes that little shiver from her, that look of want that crosses her features when his lips make contact with her skin.
"Gonna make me work for it," he muses playfully. "I see how it is."
The kiss to her fingertips is longer after he plucks this blackberry from her grasp, and he brings up his hand to gently catch her wrist in his grasp - this allows him to suck lightly at the tip of one finger, tease it with his tongue just barely.
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