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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[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.

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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."

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"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.

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"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."

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"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."

[brave_kreyu]

"I will do both gladly, when you are finished with me." In any of several meanings of 'finished'.

He hits a spot on her hand that, for reasons she doesn't understand, sends pleasant shivers down her spine, makes her want to moan in pleasure. She holds MOST of the moan back, but not all of it.

[27_53]

To his credit, Skellig does not immediately return to work at that spot again - he lingers elsewhere and works at the joints and tendons in her hand. But eventually, he does wander back to that spot.

"This seemed...sensitive."

He presses again into the touch, this time lifting his eyes to meet hers, again with a hint of smolder in his eyes and a smirk on his lips.

[brave_kreyu]

"Apparently," she replies, voice breathy.

Her smile develops a hint of a smirk, a touch of smolder in her eyes. "The most powerful of my Wise, the most beloved and devoted, is quite skilled in his worship and attention to me."

She makes a small noise of pleasure as he presses again. "Is permitted, even encouraged, to give his worship and attention to me in ways forbidden to all others."

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"An honor and special privilege," he murmurs against her fingers as he brings her hand to his mouth, kisses lightly. "One I would be foolish to squander."

He moves to her other hand, to apply more oil as he did the the first.

"I feel as if whenever we do get around to...announcing our marriage...it will be quite the event. More so than today was."

[brave_kreyu]

"It is an honor and a privilege to have you as well, my love." She shivers slightly as he kisses her fingers.


She chuckles. "Oh yes, far more. Politically, theologically, economically." She grins. "I MIGHT be able to keep the celebrating down to a single week, officially. If I start putting words in the right ears in a few days, we might be able to swing a midsummer celebration." Which would be almost a year from the present date!

[27_53]

Skellig lifts his eyebrows slightly when she mentions the 'midsummer' celebration timeline, given how far away it is. Also, a week of celebrating...

He continues to work at her hand, keeping his thoughts to himself - though she can probably sense a little bit of his surprise. It is not apprehension, just amusement and slight shock more than anything.

"Do you think your brothers would attend?"

[brave_kreyu]

She laughs, low, sensing his surprise "A great many things to arrange for such an important event, will take time."

"They will attend," she is certain. "Though I'm sure Revenin will cut out as soon as he can manage it. Hopefully, we can have the two of you meet before that point, just in case."

His touch feels so good on her hands, she half closes her eyes in pleasure.

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"I know Elihu is breaking the news to him," he says softly. "Perhaps after he has done so, and Revenin has...settled..."

After some 'necessary' brush fires and perhaps rearranging of abandoned pieces of shoreline cliffs...

"...I would actually like to meet him. Once it is safe for me to do so."

Involving members of her immediate family in testing his newfound immortality would probably be a poor decision.

[brave_kreyu]

"We will be careful," she promises. "Even if it means a delay. I would not lose you, even temporarily, for all the world."

By now, he's gotten her hands very relaxed and pain free. Soft and scented with the oil he purchased.

She shifts her body, the robe's fabric rearranging to gape in a teasing sort of way. He knows what she looks like naked very well, but there is something to the idea that what is hidden can be more erotic than what is clearly displayed.

[27_53]

The hint of what is hidden beneath her robe is indeed erotic; once he finishes with her second hand, he settles his body and braces himself with one hand on other side of her torso, hovering over her as he works to press kisses to her exposed skin.

Her jawline, her throat, the curve of her breast, right along the edge of the fabric - teasingly close to her nipple which is so very close to his reach.

"We will be very careful." He whispers against her skin. "I am not going to be lost."

[brave_kreyu]

She makes tiny noises of pleasure as he kisses her, heart picking up.

Her eyes are darkening with arousal. "You'll stay with me." She shifts slightly, wanting. "You can remove the robe, if you like," she suggests, voice husky. "Or I can remove it, bare my body for your appreciation?"