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 feels him shift, opens her eyes, and he can hear her heart lurch in surprise. "Oh, you're real!" she says, voice soft. "I didn't dream you this time." She runs her fingers through his hair, so gentle, so careful, as if she is afraid he'll disappear and she'll be all alone again. (So very lonely again.)

[27_53]

The smile that spreads across is face is genuine, as well as a hint bashful.

"I thought the same," he admits.

[brave_kreyu]

She laughs, low, amused. "We have more in common than I thought." She kisses him on the lips, soft, gentle.

"Are you hungry?" she asks. "Thirsty?" He did get a fair amount of exercise, after all!

[27_53]

Considering her question, he nods slightly. "A bit of both," he says. "But...I would like most to kiss you, first?"

(Asking permission, and also wanting to commit her kiss to memory, in case he 'wakes up' once they move and this is all just a dream...)

[brave_kreyu]

She smiles. "I would like that."

She moves in to kiss him again. She intends for the kiss to be soft, gentle, but she could be encouraged to something stronger, deeper.

[27_53]

Skellig keeps it light at first - but his underlying energy of want creeps in after a moment and he pushes it a little deeper, taking a hint more control, bringing his hand up to cup her cheek.

This feels good, very good.

[brave_kreyu]

It does feel good! She lets him lead, but she meets his kiss with equal fervor as she runs her fingers through his hair, leans into the hand cupping her cheek.

"Could kiss you for hours," she whispers as they break to breathe.

[27_53]

"I would be so lucky, if you would."

He tips his head towards her fingers in his hair, then sighs happily - this is a beautiful moment of perfection, and one he does not wish to interrupt. But she mentioned a meal, and his body is hungry...

[brave_kreyu]

"Perhaps I will, in a bit." She smiles. "Would you like to wash up, then have a meal? I am getting a bit hungry."

And they're likely a bit...sticky after their activities earlier.

[27_53]

"If my wings get wet, I may need to preen them a bit after, or they will dry oddly." Carefully, he adjusts his body, peeling himself away from her - thankfully nothing is too firmly 'glued' together - and rising to his feet. He offers her his hand, as one should to a Goddess. "But I would be honored to both bathe and dine with you."

[brave_kreyu]

She takes his offered hand, squeezes it gently. "I think we can keep our wings dry, but if it turns out we can't, I will gladly help you preen."

She leads him over to a small side pool and moves some low branches aside to reveal a basket packed with scraps of linen and a small tin. She opens the tin and a smell that seems strangely familiar hits his nose, soap scented with cinnamon. She flushes slightly. "I don't usually go all the way into the pool, not for every day bathing, but I wanted to catch your attention."

She takes one of the pieces of fabric, wets it in the water, and then applies some of the soap to it. It will be easy enough to clean up, she thinks!

[27_53]

Skellig mimics her and fetches his own linen 'washcloth' and applies soap and water, and starts to clean himself up. The scent is QUITE familiar - has he smelled it before, walking the forest as she followed him? Or is it one he has seen brought back from the city or that has been traded with a neighbor tribe?

(They have never asked or allowed him to go to meetings, for his own "safety" should someone try to snatch him away for their own... at least that is what they've told him. Nevermind he can out-spar most men his age.)

He isn't sure. But it is a lovely scent.
And she wanted to catch HIS attention? That also boggles his mind, just a bit.

[brave_kreyu]

It might be both. The neighboring tribes offer tribute to her too, especially if they dare to go very deep into the forest!

She can tell that her confession has boggled him a bit. "I have wanted you in many ways for quite some time, I could not resist the temptation. I had hoped that even if meeting me in the flesh frightened you into fleeing, the memory of my body might tempt you into coming back."

It doesn't take too long to clean up and dry off. "I probably SHOULD get dressed again," she muses aloud. "If only to give you the pleasure of undressing me later, should you want to," she adds, her grin slightly wicked.

[27_53]

Standing naked in front of her, rinsing the scent of sex from his skin, and she mentions not only that she has wanted him for quite some time but she then follows up with the image of allowing him to undress her body later?

Seriously?!

The flush that blazes across his skin is vibrant even in the afternoon sunlight.

"I, I... yes, want to." His voice is stammering just a little. "Yes."

[brave_kreyu]

She looks quite pleased at his response. She thinks he's especially adorable when he flushes like that, but she doesn't comment on it.

She carefully dries herself off, then unfolds a green chiton. It's short, only knee length, held together at the shoulders with golden pins. She checks her reflection in the water, then she carefully takes some of the wildflowers from his offering, weaves them into her hair.

[27_53]

Once he finishes cleaning himself off, he moves and fetches his kilt and wraps it around his waist - it is just simple linen, not nearly as fine a cloth as she is wearing. He almost feels inadequate when he glances at her again, but he pushes the doubt in his mind away.

She wants YOU, Skellig. She meant that, when she said it. She has seen you as you have walked these woods.

Finding his voice is a challenge.

"You are lovely," he finally manages.

[brave_kreyu]

Her smile broadens at his compliment, her wings flaring just a little. "So are you, Skellig," she tells him.

She takes his hands in her own, leads him to a location not all that far from where they lay together earlier. She retrieves two containers from their hiding places and pulls an amphora of watered wine from where it was cooling in the water.

The food is simple fare: smoked venison, tasty roots that have been roasted in fat and then cooled, in season berries, and nuts that have been dipped in honey and then allowed to dry. The cups she pours the well watered wine into are sturdy things, plain. "I am glad I brought enough for two, I must have been feeling optimistic this morning."

[27_53]

"I am grateful for your optimistic nature," he says, appreciative. "This is a greater spread than I could have asked for in charity."

He settles down on the grass beside her with his wine in hand. "Especially when our tribe has been... not keeping up with our portion of the trade." His tone is slightly apologetic, as he does feel bad.

[brave_kreyu]

"My heart does not want you to go back to them at all," she tells him. "But if you were my intermediary with them when it was necessary, it would be much easier for me to communicate to them what I need."

[27_53]

"They would likely think that I had gone mad, even if all I told them was that you had revealed yourself to me and chosen me to go between us," he says, voice a little sarcastic. "Nevermind if I mentioned any of our other activities."

He is torn - others have disappeared into the forest, deep into these woods, never seen again. On the other hand...his tribe is the only family he has ever known, even if none of them are his true 'kind'.

His fingers tighten on the cup, ever so slightly. This is not a decision he wishes to make now. He wants to enjoy this meal and her company, the rest can wait.

[brave_kreyu]

She nods in agreement with his statement. "But we have raised enough power between us that I can afford to MAKE them see me," she tells him.

Her smile is slightly dark, sharp, for a moment. "If you decide to ever see them again, I will make VERY sure they know you are not mad and that you will carry my words to them." They had best treat him PROPERLY after that, if they know what's good for them!

[27_53]

"We can raise much more power," he offers. "Whatever you would ask for, I would help as much as I am able."

His smile in response is tight.

"It may take your persuasive nature to convince them, so I would be most grateful for it."

[brave_kreyu]

A dangerous promise to make, that one! But he's...probably safe making it to her?

"I would be glad to," she tells him, sincere. "I, I am ashamed I did not notice how they treated you long ago," she confesses.

[27_53]

"I have hidden it well, I did not wish to burden these woods with my troubles or sorrows. That is not what I wished to think about as I walked among these trees."

This forest has been his place to wander and explore, to marvel in the details of the petals on wildflowers, the crystal clear waters of the spring, the sounds of the wildlife. There is no room for negativity here.

[brave_kreyu]

"Even so," she says. She smiles, leans in to kiss him, tastes the wine on his lips.

"I have a few thoughts about what we might do once we have eaten," she offers as she finishes eating.