OOM All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness -Part Seven

[brave_kreyu]

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.

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[27_53]

"When it comes to food, especially after a long day such as this...I am not adverse to cheating."

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.

[brave_kreyu]

"They do! I know there's cinnamon in them, and some other spices, but she wouldn't tell me what they were." Trade secrets.

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."

[27_53]

"I do like blackberries," Skellig responds with a nod, adjusting his 'perch' so that he is close to her while eating. The tarts are comfortable in temperature to eat without having to wait - and he is still feeling a bit drained from earlier.

After a few bites:

"I suppose I like most things, if only because I did not have the ability to be picky, Before."

[brave_kreyu]

"That would make sense," she replies, voice soft. Her heart aches, for what he suffered Before. "But you can be as picky as you like, now."

"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?"

[27_53]

"I would appreciate your help," he says, before adding: "It will feel good to have your hands on my skin."

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."

[brave_kreyu]

"I'm glad I could help," she tells him. "I, I worried for a moment you might try and fight my grip. I don't know what I would have done, if you had."

"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'.

[27_53]

"I could not see myself harming you," he says. "Unless I was truly detached. If I ever were to fight you, please...do not hesitate to put me in my place for my own good."

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."

[brave_kreyu]

"I would not let you hurt me," she assures him. Which....isn't EXACTLY what he requested, but it might do.

"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.

[27_53]

That is not exactly what he requested, but he is much too tired to argue the semantics of it. He starts in on a second tart, crunching the dough happily - these really are quite good, and he is honestly just grateful for the food itself.

"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."

[brave_kreyu]

"I might, but not anytime soon." Her smile turns wry. "Especially since Revenin is likely to need time to...cool off."

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.

[27_53]

"I was able to find a decent spot to rest upon your scales," he points out. "Even in times when we were not cheating with spells. I would have slept upon you while we were on the beach, if not for fear of my safety should you roll over unexpectedly."

He shoots her a slightly sidelong look.

"You are cute when you roll around, though."

[brave_kreyu]

She snorts in surprised laughter when he tells her she's cute when she rolls around. "Am I? I'm not sure anyone else would describe me that way, love."

[27_53]

"I am..." he lifts his shoulders slightly "...not anyone else."

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."

[brave_kreyu]

She flushes a little, part pleasure and part embarrassment. "Mostly, what I feel like before I start rolling around is ITCHY."

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."

[27_53]

"I will admit I am quite fond of this shape of yours also," he says, bringing his hand up to meet hers and weaving their fingers loosely together. "But for reasons other than being fearful of breaking you."

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."

[brave_kreyu]

She flexes her fingers where they are woven with his, an acknowledgment. "No, you have a very gentle touch." In bed and out of it.

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.

[27_53]

"Figs? I am unfamiliar with those," he says with a curious tilt of his head - and he leans ever so slightly to pluck the blackberry from her fingertips.

If he lightly kisses her fingertips in the process? Purely accidental, of course!

"I would like to try them."

[brave_kreyu]

"All the more reason for me to track them down tomorrow, if you're unfamiliar with them. I would like for you to try them too."

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.

[27_53]

"If I have had them, then I did not know what they were called," he says. "But I trust your judgement and I am certain I would enjoy them."

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.

[brave_kreyu]

Oh, that feels good! She makes a low whine of want deep in her throat when he sucks at the tip of her finger, teases it with his tongue.

"Should I throw the silks we took from Heka's bolt hole over the bed?" she asks, voice rough with want. "Feed you little tidbits, rub oils into your skin, while you sprawl naked on silk that brings out your eyes?"

[27_53]

"If the oils will not harm the silks, then I would do so gladly," he says softly - deliberately keeping the want and desire out of his voice, trying to play a bit coy.(It's only marginally working.) "My skin is still a bit angered from the sun."

But he looks down at his bare chest, brings her hand down to rest it on his skin. It is still warm from the effects of the sunburn, though it is obvious he is slowly getting a tan.

"Not quite as bad as last time. But would still benefit from your... touch."

[brave_kreyu]

"The silk will be safe enough, so long as I don't use too much," she replies, voice soft. "Your poor skin does need my touch, from the feel of things."

A touch of concern creeps into her tone at the feel of the sunburn. Her poor owl!

[27_53]

Her poor owl indeed.

Keeping her hand in place in his chest, he picks up her tart and offers her an actual bite of it - the flaky pastry and soft berries are a wonderful combination and as much fun as he is having with them feeding each other, they should not waste them.

Also, they're probably going to need energy for later.

"Don't mind any crumbs," he teases. "I can handle...cleanup."

[brave_kreyu]

The tart really IS excellent, as she takes a bite. She makes a pleased noise, savors the taste. Bits of pastry do, of course, go everywhere.

And if her lips tease his fingertips, her tongue darts out to lap up juice and honey, surely she's just being PRACTICAL.

"I'm sure I'll be a mess," she teases back.

[27_53]

The way that he inhales a little deeper, the way his eyes darken slightly when her tongue grazes over that stray honey and errant juice - is enough to tell her that he greatly appreciates her...practicality.

"Quite a mess."

He takes a bite of the tart, chewing - and getting the crumbs of the pastry, along with an errant drip of juice that runs down from the corner of his mouth everywhere.

"As am I."

He does NOT wipe it off. Purposefully? Who's to say.