brave_kreyu | OOM All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness -Part Nine

Skellig looks up from the two stacks of bedding that he has folded in preparation to roll up tightly and strap together, glancing towards the chest where she keeps the majority of her clothing.

"I...what are my options...I do not know what..."

He sets aside the bedrolls for now and moves over to her side, as she removes some of the chitons and places them on the bed for him to look at. "What do...which ones do you prefer for yourself? Which do you think would look best on me?"

"I think you would look best in colors that harmonize with your eyes, but the only way to be sure is to try them on and see. Different shades of a color can suit better or worse than others."

"This one is fairly simple." The first one she picks up is a medium shade of blue, the fabric plain except for a geometric border around the edges in a deep green.

She goes to grab some pins to hold it in place, relatively simple ones made of bronze. Best to ease him into things, she feels!

"I do like the blue ones," he agrees, as he touches his fingertips to his chest where the dyed knotwork design sits. "And it seems to favor me well enough."

With her assistance, some adjustment to get the length correct - it is good that the men typically wear the chiton a bit shorter at the knee compared to the women, since Skellig is also a bit taller than Kreyu - and the shoulders fastened, he steps back so she can get a look at him.

(It definitely suits his eyes.)

"Decent?"

"More than decent," she replies. "It looks good on you." Some of Kreyu's scent or the scent of the 'sacred oils' might still cling to the garment.

Her grin turns slightly wicked. "And I will enjoy taking it off of you at some point in the future."

Another chiton in soft dove gray with darker patterns reminiscent of his feathers is offered, as is another blue one with thin lines of golden thread woven through it. If he likes the look of them, she'll help him try them on.

Skellig does like the look of both of them, so he tries both of them on - the other blue one with the gold thread has a bit more detailing to it, so it may work in occasions when they need to be playing the part of 'wealthy'. And the gray one is a neutral one, that will be good for basic use.

"I may travel in this one, as it would hide any dirt easier than the other two," he says, looking down at the fabric where is is covering his torso, smoothing his hands over his abdomen to straighten it out. "The pattern does remind me of my feathers."

They find a larger square of cloth (a chlamys) that will work to conceal his wings if needed, though the amulet tends to do that well enough. Speaking of which...his appearance.

"I do not think I need to adjust things much," he says. "I may perhaps just work to darken my hair, and alter the color of my skin a bit..."

Kreyu nods. "That should be all you need to do." She kisses him, soft and gentle. "Three will do to start our trip with, I won't hold you captive choosing clothing any longer," she teases.

It's entirely possible she's planning HER chiton's to coordinate with his in her head right now. Ahem.

So much packing, so many decisions, but they ARE finished by the time dinner rolls around.

"Elihu should be here first thing in the morning," she tells Skellig. "He's planning to head directly to HIS section of the Lair, meditate, and enjoy the peace and quiet."

"I would imagine that he will be most grateful for the peace and quiet after spending a fair amount of time with your other brother," Skellig admits, looking up from his plate - dinner is a simple thing, a combination of leftovers and other perishables, as to minimize any waste before they leave the Lair.

He smirks slightly as he tears apart a piece of bread.

"Though if you are certain that he will not arrive until morning..." His glance is a hint wicked, as he throws his eyes over to their bed - their packs are neatly stacked at the foot of it. "...Might I suggest we enjoy each other's company after dinner, take advantage of the privacy of these solid stone walls one last time before we travel?"

(That shouldn't need a translation.)

Her smile in response is also a hint wicked.

"I was hoping you'd suggest something like that," she replies. "Should I tie you to the bed?" she asks, tone slightly teasing.

Briefly he considers making a comment along the lines of that's the only kind of 'captivity' I consider positive but he refrains, feeling it might be just a bit too soon for that level of brevity. (After all, Xenophon's sister is still awaiting her freedom.)

"I would not protest that," he says. "We could both spend some time getting riled up, then you could tie me to the bed and ride me until we both find our release." His smirk is devious, but his eyes are innocent. "Make sure we get a good night's rest before we set out in the morning."

"That does sound pleasant," she replies. "Though I had thought of dancing for you." She pauses. "Not in THAT dress, would be a bit cruel to train you to get hard when you're going to be seeing me in it at formal events."

Her eyes are innocent and her smirk devious. "I do have something a bit less sparkly and easier to clean. I'd forgotten I had it until I found it when we were packing."

"You wish to spoil your owl with another surprise," he teases. "Whatever has he done to earn such a pleasure from his dragon?"

His smirk shifts to a grin as he shrugs slightly.

"I would enjoy you dancing for me just as much. Perhaps even greater."

"I need no excuse to spoil my beloved husband," she teases back.

"Or we could combine the two, perhaps?" She's almost finished with her dinner. "Just see where the evening takes us."

"I sure inspiration will strike and lead us in a good direction," he agrees.

Skellig is also nearly finished with his dinner, gathering up the last few pieces of meat and vegetable and folding them into a piece of bread to eat.

"Your beloved husband does enjoy the spoiling, he admits," he says after finishing chewing. "He might deny it sometimes, but it is pleasant."

"I am glad you enjoy it," she says, smiling softly. "I want to give you everything good, everything you've been denied."

Reaching one hand over in her direction, he rests it on the table, palm facing upwards. Once she takes hold of it, he squeezes gently.

"I know I do not remember much of Before I came to be in the desert," he says quietly. "But you have done so much good for my soul, for my heart, and erased many echoes of sadness and pain, fulfilled much that I had been lacking in my spirit. I am grateful for that, Kreyu. Grateful for you."

She gently squeezes back. "And I am so grateful for you, my love. You have done my heart, my spirit so much good. No one could be more fortunate in their partner than I have been."

Her grin turns slightly impish. "Would like to show you what the dress I rediscovered looks like on me, even if you decide it needs to come off immediately for some reason," her tone at the end is slightly teasing.

"I can't imagine any reason that might spur me to decide I need to have you disrobe immediately," he drawls playfully, allowing his thumb to trace circles against her hand. "So we'll see just how convincing you may be."

Getting their plates cleaned up is simple enough, and once things are cleared away after dinner, Skellig wanders over and settles himself close to her, standing face to face with one of his hands at her waist.

"How do you want me while you dance for me?" He leans in and kisses her softly on the mouth, lingering. "If you are not going to be in The Dress, I may manage to contain my desires to touch you until I am allowed."

She puts one of her hands at his waist and returns his soft and lingering kiss.

She chuckles, low. "In that case, you can take whatever position you like on the bed."

She won't REALLY mind if he decides to POUNCE, after all!

She walks over to the chest, pulls out a silk that shimmers, pinprick sized pieces of something reflective all across the weave like stardust. "Made from the silk of a particular giant spider only found in Arcadia, or so I was told."

The silk is so sheer it is translucent, almost see through but not quite, a tease. In some places it hugs her curves, but in others it is long, flowing, almost seems to float on the air. She twirls in place and the sleeves and the skirt of the dress swirl and float slowly back down. In the firelight, the dress shimmers, but far more subtly than THAT dress.

It might be far more subtle than THAT dress, but in his mind, it is in a different classification altogether. From where he is settled on the end of the bed, he watches her as she twirls, studies the way the silk reacts with the air, billowing and flowing with her movements. It is so much lighter than the other dress, and while she is able to move freely in that one, this dress is completely different.

His heartrate kicks up a notch or two as he watches her move.

It takes a moment or two before he can find words to string together that make sense.

"It is as if you are coated in stardust," he says. "Descended straight from the night sky."

She twirls again, looks down at herself. "That's what I thought of when I saw it again, stardust."

She moves slightly toward him, barefoot and light on her feet. "What better thing to wear than stardust for my husband who enjoys the stars so."

She dances in such a way as to take advantage of the flowing nature of the garment. It's sleeves and skirt 'chase' her movement as she twirls, leaps, sways, moves her arms. The sensuality of this dance is a more subtle, teasing, thing than when she has danced for him before.

"I enjoy the stars so very much because I was looking at them the moment that everything...the moment that everything just suddenly made sense," he says earnestly, softly. "It was as if every infinite possibility came rushing into my senses at once, and yet my mind was not overwhelmed, because I knew with my whole being that I was exactly where I belonged. With you."

His words are quiet as he continues to watch her dance, and it is obvious from his glances that he is studying the way that the fabric interacts with each movement, each leap and sway. And he is fascinated...he has never seen anything like this.

(The distraction is what is keeping him seated patiently on the end of the bed, though his attentions will shift eventually.)

"You look very mysterious, with the way it moves with you," he adds. "It is hard to predict, anticipate. Sometimes it goes this way..." he motions with his hand in one direction. "And then sometimes it switches."

"You have a poet's gift for words, my heart," she says, smiling so bright. "I belong with you too, I know it in my bones, in my very soul."

She moves a little closer. "As mysterious as its makers, perhaps. They are like that too."

This dress was not designed with her wings in mind, so she doesn't have them 'out' at the moment, but there is something of the fluttering of wings in her sleeves as she dances, something of tail feathers in her skirt.

Closer, closer...silently he urges her to come closer to him, because he wants so badly to run his fingertips over the silk, feel the fabric, feel her body beneath his touch. He does not have to beckon her with motions, because she knows what he wants, and she's teasing him with it.

And once she is near enough to him to almost reach, he raises a hand up to what will be her waist level, if she just moves ever-so-slightly closer to him.

"C'mere, my love."

She does know what he wants, and she's more than happy to give it to him! She moves that little bit closer, lets him feel the smoothest silk he's ever felt. It's warm now too, from her body heat, delicate and far stronger than its appearance would suggest. Whatever the pinprick sparkles are made of, they are cool under his fingers by comparison.

"Like this, or did you want me closer?"

"Want you much closer," he mutters under his breath. "But I would not risk harm to this dress."

He feels as if his fingers should catch and snag against the material, but they strangely do not - it is much stronger than he imagined, and at the same time, the touch is smooth and soft, almost impossibly so.

"My mind cannot wrap around this material. It is...unnatural," he murmurs, still studying it as he trails his fingertips up from her waist, skating along her ribcage, to glide and settle beneath one of her breasts. "And fascinating."

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