OOM All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness -Part Eight

[brave_kreyu]

They spent yesterday helping curtail an outbreak of the White Death and doing a bit of shopping. Luckily, or not, depending on your point of view, they ALSO found out that today is the day the former slaves they plan on helping go before the judge.

That means this morning has involved a lot of preparation on Kreyu's part, because if she is appearing in an Official capacity, she must look just so. She is very grateful that Skellig is willing to help her make the small braids and decorate them with beads that match the dress.

"You can see part of why I don't do this very often," she quips.

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[27_53]

Something in Skellig's expression shifts when she says the words when she is older, as if a piece of his mind has been unlocked that was once hidden away - in reality, while he has known that binding his soul to Kreyu's was for all eternity...he has not yet truly had a tangible piece of the 'future' to think about.

And now she has presented him with one.

His heart is truly full with her love for him as he squeezes her hand gently.

"It has been so rare that I can remember having a future to look forward to," he admits. "And now, with you my love, I cannot wait to see what the next day brings as dawn breaks on the horizon."

[brave_kreyu]

She would be sad at the fact that he has so rarely had a future to look forward to, but he is so very happy that it brushes any sorrow away.

"I am so glad that you feel that way," she tells him. "When I am with you, it is as if everything is new, wonderful, waiting for me."

She ducks her head a little. "Though for the next few days I have no intention of leaving the Lair. I will need to replenish my reserves of Karma and recover from being around so many people and their emotions." Her eyes look up at him. "I hope today hasn't put you off the idea of being known as my husband?"

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"I made sure to bring back quite the haul from the market," Skellig says. "We have enough vegetables, fruit, bread and other smaller things to last us several days. They should keep easily enough. And I could hunt for us if need be, or fly into the city on my own to fetch some meat. There is also spiced lamb which I got us tonight..."

Speaking of - they should eat some of it. Skellig rises up from his chair (and takes the opportunity to refill their cups of wine) before he wanders over to the 'counter' in the kitchen, gathering up the skewers. "They had not been off the fire long, I am not worried about them being too chilled..."

Once they are unwrapped, he returns to the table and sets them down between their spaces, beside the other tray of snacks. Then, he meets her eyes again.

"As for your other question, no. It has not put me off the idea of being known as your husband." A small smile, one that is privately for her alone, graces his features. "If anything, it strengthens it, because it would allow me to be by your side throughout any similar instances, and we would be able to draw strength from each other's company."

[brave_kreyu]

"You are the most thoughtful of men," she praises him.

She eases a piece of lamb off of the skewer, pops it in her mouth, and makes a pleased noise. It is quite good, and her body is craving protein.

Her joy is so very bright at his answer. "That would let me draw strength from your presence, for a certainty." She sips her wine. "But you do realize you are likely to wind up...worshiped, no matter how I introduce you?"

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"I realized that quite early on," he admits - and he does make a slight face at the thought of it. "And then once I returned to the square and heard the voices, saw the crowd that had formed, felt the energy...it became evident that it was a future which included me in it."

He pauses a long moment, his focus shifting to a bite of lamb - and then he waits until SHE has cleared her mouth, before he speaks again.

"...I will admit that I would not look nearly as stunning in that dress as you do," he teases. "So I will have to find something else to wear."

[brave_kreyu]

Kreyu laughs again at his comment about the dress. "We will find something you like that suits you and your wings," she promises.

She pops another bite in her mouth, chews, swallows. "Though I would find you handsome in anything, so I may not be the best judge for such things." Another sip of wine, where she gazes at him over the rim. "If I did not wish to keep ravishing you regularly on the silks we stole from Heka, I would suggest those as a fabric."

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"Perhaps we can have another length of silk commissioned by a craftsman, in a similar color to those," he replies coyly - meeting her gaze with one of his own, which has begun to smolder slightly. "I am certain that if it is known what the Great Lady Kreyu desires it for, to present her husband to her people, it could be managed easily enough."

And probably even gifted, though he knows they both would insist on trying to pay for the work and product.

"Because I intend to keep those silks...private." He grins. "Only my wife should see the way the color enhances my eyes in such a way."

[brave_kreyu]

The smolder in his gaze stirs a different kind of hunger in her. Never mind that she sated it this morning bringing him to ecstasy. "I'm sure you're correct. A similar color could be requested."

"I like the idea of keeping those private," she admits, voice dropping low. "Enough that I am pondering certain after dinner plans, since my husband has been so thoughtful and effective in restoring my energy."

[27_53]

"Your husband also took the time to consider your after-dinner needs," he replies, innocently. "The bed has been prepared for whatever you would like to do upon it."

He fetches a piece of fruit, pops it into his mouth before chewing slowly and carefully.

"Be it simply resting, or receiving a private session of...worship and attention."

[brave_kreyu]

His mention of a 'private session of....worship and attention' makes her heart speed up, makes heat and want curl in gut.

"I do have the finest husband," she replies, voice low and slightly rough with want. "But is not only my day that has been long. Would my husband's energy permit the rigors of such a session?"

He's said his desire for her is constant after all, so presumably THAT isn't an issue.

[27_53]

Desire is not the concern in the slightest - his stamina is, and she is right. It has been a long day, for both of them.

"So long as we were to start slow," he says. "I believe I may have enough energy remaining within me for at least one session." A smirk curls at one corner of his lips, expression devious. "We could consider it dessert, to cap off the evening."

He glances at the table - there is still plenty of food left upon it, and he would not see it go to waste - especially if they don't want to leave the Lair.

"Tell you what...you go get comfortable, allow me to clean this up, and I will join you in our bed in just a moment?"

[brave_kreyu]

She leans over to kiss him. "Thank you, Darling."

She walks slowly over to the bed, idly pondering taking off the robe. She decides to keep it on, since he seems to enjoy undressing her. She vanished her wings when he helped her slip into the robe earlier, so there's no trouble settling herself upon the bed in a tempting sprawl.

Closed as it is, the robe doesn't reveal much. But the gaps here and there suggest the curves of her body, that if one stood in just the right position one could see parts of her that the public is not allowed to gaze upon.

She lets her body relax, shuts her eyes, while her other senses keep track of what Skellig is doing.

[27_53]

It does not take a great deal of effort to tidy up the leftovers from their evening meal and get things tucked away in a manner that they will not spoil - eventually he makes his way back over to the bed, with a small bottle in his hands - even though it is sealed, she will likely be able to pick up on the scents within. There is also a damp cloth draped over one shoulder.

It is herbal and floral at the same time, and a hint medicinal - sandalwood, perhaps cedar as well, and rosewater, mixed with a fine sweet oil.

Skellig hums his approval as he approaches the bed and sees her sprawled upon it, and then climbs carefully onto the end of it, settling to sit at her feet and take them into his lap. With his hands, he first wipes her bare skin with the damp cloth - working at removing the layer of (to be expected) dust and sand from her feet.

[brave_kreyu]

Her eyes open as he approaches and her smile widens.

She is intrigued by the scent, but doesn't ask about it just yet. She sighs in pleasure and comfort as he takes her feet into his lap and wipes the bare skin. "That feels lovely. Thank you, Skellig."

"No matter how careful one is, sweat and dust build up."

[27_53]

"I know you did not do a great deal of walking today," he points out. "But you did, and I feel these oils I got would be better served if your feet were cleaned."

Finished, he tosses the cloth to the floor, then carefully removes the cork from the bottle.

"I will admit I do not know all that is in this," he adds. "But it smells good, and the seller claimed it would work to ease muscle aches."

He glances up at her. "I know I could do that without effort, but I would much rather try it the usual way, for this time." He pours a small amount of the oil into his hand, then carefully replaces the cork before beginning to work it into her skin, starting with her right foot.

[brave_kreyu]

"You are likely correct," she tells him, smiling.

She inhales deeply, catching the scent of it. "It smells lovely, and I won't turn down a chance to have your hands on me."

Her eyes half close in pleasure as he starts to work the oil into her skin. The henna is starting to fade, a little, as it inevitably must, but the patterns on her feet and lower legs are still clear. "Feels good," she murmurs.

[27_53]

"You deserve to feel good."

Skellig works in silence for a moment, just enjoying the relative quiet after so much noise they both had to listen to during the course of the day. So many heartbeats, so many souls, so many shadows. So many stories overhead, wishes and dreams murmured among people waiting in the square for their chance to be blessed by the Goddess herself.

"You gave so very much of yourself today," he says eventually. "I could feel the Karma as it spread, little pinpricks of it everywhere I turned, everywhere I listened. The energy was quite good, by the time you had finished."

[brave_kreyu]

She chuckles softly when he says she deserves to feel good.

"I am glad the energy was quite good by the time I finished," she replies. "Will never be enough though, not for everyone." She sighs softly. "More often than I would like, all I can offer is well wishes. Magic has its limits, and the karma I can spend is limited."

She makes a small sound of pleasure as his fingers ease a strain in her foot. "I'm sure you noticed how much of my intervention was making sure their needs were heard by the right ears, put in the right hands."

[27_53]

"Well wishes will help greatly," he says. "Even if all you can do is inspire, add hope and confidence into lives that may be lacking it, it will set them on the path towards Light and the effects will be positive."

He smooths his fingers over the area that felt tight beneath his touch, working to release it.

"And that is why you have delegates. And your Wise," he says coyly. "Who would do work in your name when called upon."

[brave_kreyu]

"Ah yes, my Wise. I'm sure Kirke, my first student, would find it utterly hilarious that the Wise became my priesthood." A glint of mischief comes into her eyes, "with one very important exception."

"Magic, for normal humans, takes a certain amount of mental skill and a certain mindset. Those qualities happened to be common among the priestly class of those first arrivals. And one should be sure of someone's moral character before teaching them magic, for they can do great harm with it." She laughs. "Much like me becoming a goddess. It just....happened over time, slowly."

[27_53]

Skellig smirks at her as he works his hands up to her ankle, as far as he can reach while sitting here with her feet in his lap, then moves to replenish the oil in his hands and switch to her left foot.

"I somehow doubt that I would fit in well with your priesthood." He admits. "I...know this may come as a shock...but I can be a bit of a rulebreaker."

[brave_kreyu]

"Such a shock," she teases.

She makes a small noise of pleasure as he works on her left foot. "It might be a good thing you were never one of my priests," she muses. "For all the Wise are taught compassion, I expect my choosing someone from their ranks as my husband would have caused...tensions."

[27_53]

"I would imagine so."

His fingertips seek out any sensitive spots, and he rids her of them (the 'old fashioned way') as he comes across them beneath his touch. Once he finishes with that foot, he moves further up the bed with the bottle, to where he can sit beside her - and reaches for one of her hands.

"You used these," he says, as he starts working on her fingers with a small amount of fresh oil. "Quite a deal more than your feet, today."

[brave_kreyu]

"I did," she admits. "They do ache the tiniest bit from making that blessing gesture so many times." Her smile is warm, wicked. "But I'm sure you'll help me take care of that."

"Do you ache at all, love? I'd be glad to return the favor."

[27_53]

"Despite the walking I did today, I actually feel quite well," he shakes his head. "However I do fear that the sun was a bit harsh today on my shoulders. I may need you to work some of that balm into my skin, at some point."

He smiles.

"But having you work on my hands regardless would also be welcome."