OOM All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness -Part Nine

[brave_kreyu]

Kreyu has gathered plenty of henna and even woad, a blue dye, for some experiments with designs on Skellig's skin.

"The blue would look lovely on you, I think," she remarks. "Your fairer skin would show it off quite well. Though I am far more experienced in applying henna."

She's gathered bits and pieces of designs to look at for inspiration. Celtic style knots, viking style abstract patterns and stylized beasts, the mandala and floral type designs he's admired on her, and more.

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[brave_kreyu]

She nods. "You have given so much of yourself, for my sake," she says, smiling softly. Her eyes flick to the art in progress on his skin. "Put up with a great deal." She's teasing just a little with that last.

[27_53]

"For the pleasures you have brought me, I would 'put up' with a great deal more." He's also teasing, but at the same time he does mean it truthfully.

His eyes follow her gaze, and then on to the more permanent piece that is tattooed on his arm. "Maybe if we decide that some of these look good in their places, I might add them permanently," he contemplates. "Give you new things to trace upon my skin, mark special occasions in our life together, our adventures."

[brave_kreyu]

"That is a wonderful idea, Skellig," she tells him. "I don't know that the ink would stay, with an ordinary tattoo, but I could change my coloration to make marks upon my own skin for the same purpose."

[27_53]

"That is a handy skill to have at your disposal," he muses playfully. "And all I was given were these wings."

Which she will KNOW he is teasing about, as it is not really like they were 'given' to him, they are just a part of him. The same as his hands, his feet, his own two eyes.

"Learning to shift your form must have taken you much practice," he says. "You have done well to come up with such a fine one."

[brave_kreyu]

She chuckles softly, leans over to kiss him.

"In some ways, this shape is easier because it is another shape of my soul," she tries to explain. "Truly ME. Learning how to remove the wings from this shape proved far more difficult."

[27_53]

Skellig might let the kiss linger for just a moment longer than is "safe" to maintain his level of self-control, but he's willing to risk it, especially when she is right there curled up with him.

(To be fair, he does yawn when they break, because he is also quite comfortable and quite sleepy.)

"We have proven that I adore this shape very much," he says. "You have a beautiful soul, and it reflects that."

[brave_kreyu]

"We have," she agrees, amused. "And that I quite enjoy your flattery."

"The two seldom go together, I have found. Heka's human shape is supposed to be quite handsome, but I have never met a viler soul in all my life."

[27_53]

"I have never met him, and would be glad if that remains the case. If only because I would not be able to contain my tongue, and I know he's stronger...and I would not wish for you to have to get involved, put yourself at risk."

He is only slightly annoyed that he could not kick Heka's ass if he wanted (or needed) to.

[brave_kreyu]

"I would be very glad if you never meet him," Kreyu agrees. She shivers. "Very glad."

She snuggles closer to Skellig, soaks up his warmth, his presence.

[27_53]

"As will I."

He closes his eyes, settles into the nest and allows her body to sink against his. Sleep is threatening, he knows it is, and he's tempted to let it take hold.

"The dye will not be harmed if we choose not to move?" It is plenty warm after all, and there is no real need for blankets, especially with their shared body heat.

[brave_kreyu]

"Should be fine so long as we don't move," she murmurs. Sleep is sneaking up on her too.

[27_53]

"Curled up as we are, I don't think that should be a problem."

And it isn't, because of the way they are both entwined with each other. He isn't exactly sure how long they sleep, but it feels like 'enough' time when they start to stir. His mind is drifting idly through the space between awake and asleep, dreaming of forests and soft rains.

[brave_kreyu]

Dream blends with waking, as it is actually raining outside the lair! There is the faint rumble of thunder and he can hear water hitting the ground above them.

Kreyu shifts a little, then presses herself close again. She's somewhere between awake and asleep.

[27_53]

Once he hears the rumble of thunder (and listens, confirms that it is in fact thunder and NOT the volcano beneath them) he is awake enough to notice the rain, and feels her pressing closer to him.

With his fingertips, he starts to stroke through her hair, toying with some of the curls and waves.

[brave_kreyu]

Kreyu likes his fingertips stroking her hair, toying with it. She's only partly awake, just aware enough to enjoy his 'petting'. She makes a contented sound.

His wife, his lovely wife, his dragon, curled up against him in their nest, listening to the rain. Had someone told him this would be his future Before, would he have thought them insane?

[27_53]

Thought them insane? Yes indeed, he likely would have. Though he is not a firm believer in any sort of "afterlife", he is well-versed in the myths and the stories. This, right here? He would consider on par with Heaven...

Under his breath, he starts humming quietly; the melody is soft, and he couldn't tell the lyrics if she asked. But it is something he remembers, relaxing and gentle.

[brave_kreyu]

They drift together, curled up and listening to the rain, until at last the rain stops.

The lack of rain sound is what finally prompts Kreyu to move, to sit up. She kisses him, then works on peeling away what was holding the dye against his skin. "With luck I haven't created anything too horrible looking," she teases.

[27_53]

"You could splatter dye over me randomly with a brush and I would still think it artistic," he teases - returning the kiss before he keeps still and behaves as she works to clean up her efforts. "I would not complain."

[brave_kreyu]

"A thought for another time with something easily removed," she muses, imagining 'painting' Skellig. "Bet I could find all kinds of ways to tease you with a paintbrush."

"They look good, I think," she says as she peels the last of the protection off of him. "Have to find some still water so you can get a good look."

With yesterday being such a 'lazy' day, Kreyu had plenty of time to prepare for today's meals yesterday, so it won't take long to get breakfast together and eat.

[27_53]

"We will come across a pond or something of the sort," he says, as he moves to work on tidying up their nest while she works on getting breakfast sorted. (That doesn't stop him from trying to look at his own chest and stomach, what he can see looks good.) "And you are right...I am sure you will find ways to tease me that we will both enjoy."

Once he is finished organizing, he settles nearby to watch her as she preps their meal.

[brave_kreyu]

Breakfast is an open face ham and cheese sandwich, though with the addition of pickled vegetables to 'cut' through all the fattiness and add some color.

"Thank you, love." She appreciates him tidying up their nest.

[27_53]

"I know the feeling of appreciation that comes with having a familiar bed to fall into at the end of the day," he says. "We will enjoy it after today's adventure, I suspect."

(If they even choose to come home tonight at all, and don't just sleep in the forest.)

[brave_kreyu]

"I'm sure we will, when we make it back." She kisses his cheek. "Though I plan to pack enough for a few meals, just in case."

The most important supplies, the stakes for making a 'boundary' for the spell, are packed already. More symbolic than literal, considering the size of the forest, but they'll work.

The sun hasn't risen too far into the sky when they step out of the Lair. She stretches her wings. "The forest is close enough that I can fly in this shape."

[27_53]

Skellig steps clear of her wings and studies the sky a moment as he stretches also, appreciating the scent of the damp earth from the earlier rain that had fallen.

He takes one of the bags she has packed; it will be easy enough to carry as they fly.

'I have yet to learn all the directions, I would have you lead on." He ruffles his feathers and swings his arms, hopping a bit to stretch his legs - not that he needs to, but, habit.

[brave_kreyu]

"I would be glad to," she replies, smiling.

She leaps into the air, knowing he will follow. It is perhaps two hours flight at most to the place she's looking for. The forest she seeks is connected to a larger piece of land by tidal islands that are most often underwater. The wood is green, with great trees vast in girth and height.

"No people around right now, and I think I can stretch the spell to cover at least most of it," she tells Skellig.