OOM All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness -Part Nine

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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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Skellig closes his eyes for a moment, thinking to himself, asking himself just how far do you feel like taking this as he wanders a few steps away from her. He has no issues about if he were to get emotional or drawn into the story a bit further than the others. He does now fear her seeing him process those things.

He just isn't sure if he even knows HOW to begin, if it were to happen.

His focus is on the grass beneath his bare feet, each blade as it touches his skin, hundreds of tiny pieces supporting him. It is like how his feathers work, there are hundreds... alone in his wings one cannot do much, but together...

"The Goddess will see," he echoes quietly, turning back to face her. "If it is too much, I will tell you."

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She comes close, kisses him softly.

"I will be waiting for you, in the center of the Forest," she promises. "I think you will feel the way, but there is always the sound of my heart if you do not."

It is hard to walk away from him, but she knows it will make their reunion sweeter. He can feel where he needs to go, a tug. Not a straight path, for he must wander a bit, but true. He has never been here before, but the forest feels as familiar as any place he has ever been.

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It is quite odd, this feeling he notices as he moves slowly along his route, idly collecting flowers, bits of fern, other small pieces of 'treasure' that he would present her with once he reaches the spring. That he has been here before, when he most definitely has not - this is all new territory for him, and he finds that he likes it.

His 'offering' is not much, and he finds himself hoping that it will be sufficient, enough to appease the Goddess. After all, she has not been pleased with his tribe for some time now, which is why he has volunteered himself to find her...

Skellig does take his time in wandering, only occasionally checking in with her heartbeat - steady and calm, as she waits for him - to ensure he is on the right course. It is the sound of the spring he hears first, before he sees it - moving slow and careful through the trees as he nears the creek that runs from the pool.

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In MOST versions of the tale, the one born Winged falls asleep, wakes to hear the Goddess bathing, but not ALL. Perhaps Kreyu and the Goddess do not want to wait, today.

He hears her voice, low and sweet, singing a song without words. (Are there echoes in it of birdsong, of the trees moving in the wind?)

She's up to her hips in the spring, entirely naked. (The Goddess is Winged, like him but not, for her wings are as an eagles!) She is so very lovely, the designs painted on her skin make his fingers itch to trace them. (He's never lain with anyone before, and she's lovelier than every dream that has ever left him hard and aching. Has he dared to imagine her, as he's stroked himself to release?)

She smiles at him in welcome. "I had wondered if you would ever approach me, you whose soul is so very bright to my senses." (She is as at ease as any queen upon a throne, a bird in its nest. Not troubled at all by him seeing her naked.)

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When he first catches sight of her as she stands in the spring, it is his own heartbeat that falters, skipping eagerly as his reaction is very much that of a young man laying eyes on a stunning vision of beauty for the very first time.

(She is more radiant than any dream he could picture, her song sweeter than any bird aloft on the breeze.)

"I... it has taken me a great deal of time to feel worthy of sharing your presence, Goddess." He moves closer to the edge of the spring, laying the flowers down upon a flat stone. "I still do not fully, but I am grateful for your welcome."

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She tilts her head in a puzzled sort of way. "You have always been worthy," she says, soft, as she moves toward him. Less and less of her is covered by the water, until she is only ankle deep. "Kind, clever, patient, curious, and brave. I have watched you every time you have been in the forest since you became a man," she confesses.

"You did not seem to desire company that wore a human shape those times I have seen you encounter others of your tribe here, so I did not intrude upon you." She chuckles, low. "Else we would have met face to face many seasons ago, you and I."

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"Those of my tribe do not understand," he says. "They do not understand many things, both to do with myself and with your kingdom, this forest."

Skellig watches her as she rises from the spring and walks towards him - it is so very difficult to keep his eyes on hers, to keep his gaze from wandering away from her face - she will notice that he takes glimpses here and there of the water as it runs down her body, droplets trickling between her breasts and running down her stomach.

"They ask too much of you," he says. "Take too much, give nothing in return. It isn't fair, to treat you in such a manner, and I have tried to explain..." His cadence quickens as the frustration becomes evident in his tone. "But they would not listen, so I would walk alone, attempt to offset their behaviors with my own."

(He can FEEL the anger and discontent rising up within his chest, which is so strange, as if this is something he HAS lived. Deep down he knows it is the spell at work, the story simply unfolding...but it still resonates.)

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She would not mind him looking at any part of her as long as he pleased. She steps free of the spring, bare feet leaving footprints on the stone.

She stops not very far from him. "I had almost given up hope," she tells him, the slightest touch of weariness in her voice "That I would be seen, be heard. They are blind to me and deaf to my voice even in dreams."

She crouches down to pick up his offering with careful hands. "You see me, hear me, as no one else does." A resonance between Kreyu and the Goddess. "Might I have your name, wise one?" He's free to give his own name, as none is given in the tales. Or he could try making one up.

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Skellig bows his head just a touch as she approaches him - he does not kneel - and nods.

"It is Skellig, what I am called." He feels nervous (why is he nervous, it is just Kreyu, his partner, his wife, his mate) and unsettled and she will probably sense that, but he does not back away or cower. "I apologize for their foolishness."

He has heard the stories, of those who who wandered into the woods and never found their way out. His eyes wander her form again, and his heartrate quickens - though it is not fear that has his blood racing through his veins. "I am grateful for your guidance, as I have never felt lost here in these woods, for all I have wandered within their boundaries."

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"Skellig," her tone is fond, warm. "It is kind of you to apologize for their foolishness, for they have done both of us harm with what they do not understand."

She offers him her hand, palm up. "I am Kreyu. Would you sit with me a while, Skellig, see if we can find a way to fix what has gone so very wrong?"

She notices how he's looking at her, how his blood is rushing through his veins, how his heart quickens. He is quite lovely, to her eyes, but it would not do to rush, to frighten him.

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"I would be most honored," he says as he takes her hand - the surge of energy that passes between them is palpable, enriched perhaps by the strength of the spell, the lines he can already feel pulsating through the earth, wrapping around and snaking through the trees that surround them.

The grass near the spring is soft, comfortable as they settle in. He is as close as he will allow himself to get, with her naked form just right there, so very near him.

"What would it take to work to fix the wrongs they have committed? I have heard stories," he admits. "Of sacrifice."

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She smiles as the energy passes between them, feels refreshed.

She is close, relaxed, skin still slightly damp enough that water droplets sometimes catch the sunlight that filters through the canopy and sparkle, draw the eye.

Kreyu frowns for a moment when he mentions stories of sacrifice, then shakes her head. "It is not for pride alone, or even fairness, that a god wants prayers, offerings, rituals, and sacrifices. They are ways of raising and exchanging energy, energy that we NEED as you need food and water."

"This forest is in many ways a part of me, when something is taken from it, that saps my energy, my strength. Humans have taken more from me than I have recovered from their worship for many years now, and I can not sustain such a loss forever."

"I need more energy, on a regular basis, than I have been getting." "I would not wish you sacrificed, or your tribe," she reassures him. "But there are other ways energy can be raised for my sake."

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"I would not have you take any more losses, if I could help it in some way or form, I would gladly do so."

She is right there and the sparkle and glitter of the water droplets does catch his attention - after all, he does care fondly for things that shimmer and shine. (It is the bird in him, perhaps?)

Skellig traces his fingertips over her hand, cautiously feeling her skin beneath his touch - how did he expect het to feel? Different, because she is a goddess? He isn't sure.

"You give so much of yourself, of your strength and energy to all those who would wander and dwell within it. I would work to help build that back up." He only needs direction.

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Her skin is warm, soft, under his touch.

"There are many ways that you could help me build up my strength and my energy, some easier, some more difficult. The most potent and reliable..." She pauses.

"Were I not a goddess, had you met me at a gathering of the tribes for a festival, would you find me desirable as a mate, a bed partner?" He can feel that the question is important, and that he needs to be truthful.

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With the flush that starts in the tips of his ears and spreads to the rest of his head (and his body) his 'answer' should be pretty evident, without him having to speak.

(Which is a good thing, as his words catch and stumble in his mouth as he tries to stutter them out - he is so very nervous, now he is a little fearful, even scared?)

"Don't...don't go much to festivals," he stammers. "Hard to watch from the outside, the rest of them. Should be there, alongside. Not that different," he protests. His gaze is away from her face, his focus firm on their hands. "I would, would be a good mate. I am desirable. Worthy of another."

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"You would be a very good mate," she tells him. "If they can not see that, they do not deserve you." She is so very sure, so very certain.

"You are so very lovely," she tells him, her voice dropping low, roughening with desire. "Body and soul. I would gladly teach you what I know of sharing pleasure."

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That surprises him (why?) slightly, and he lifts his gaze to look at her. She will see the desire in his own eyes, the want and the lust and everything else filtering through his system as he senses the same building in her own spirit.

(This is a total role reversal and he is unsure of how to react, but it all seems...natural? Even though he has laid with her many times now at this point during their relationship, this...is different?)

"I would appreciate your kindness, Goddess. And your guidance and knowledge, and perhaps I can help restore some of the energy that has been taken from you."

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"I would be eager to teach you even if I were full of energy to bursting," she assures him. She suspects he has never lain with anyone before, and with her being a goddess on top of that, he might accept actions and behaviors from her that he should not. The thought of that makes her heart ache. "You must promise me that if at any point, anything that I do is unpleasant, or makes you unsettled...you will speak up. I do not think that will be a concern...but if it is, I would stop, without argument."

( Almost word for word what he asked her to promise him, not so long ago. They have lain with one another many times, and yet this feels different. The story seeping in, the spell, her own wish that she had been there for him from the first?)

"I would like for you to sit on my lap, if you would feel comfortable doing so?"

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His blush spreads when she mentions she would be eager to teach him even if she had no need for the energy, his heartrate quickens a bit, because (as he realizes) that means that she wants him.

(Him! While she is a goddess and he is simply the one born-winged, the outcast, the one they whisper about and tell stories of. She wants him, and that is exciting and makes him anxious all at once.)

"I promise," he says softly. "I would ask the same of you."

He bites his lower lip gently (he is nearly fully wrapped in the spell and the story now, the threads having grabbed hold of him firmly, the parallels are just too similar to ignore) and glances at her lap. "I would not hurt you, if I did so?"

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Perhaps even a goddess can be an outcast. Are there other gods that keep her company or must she live such a lonely existence?

"I promise," she replies, voice soft and gentle. She is relieved that he has made the promise, and pleased that he has asked the same of her.

"Not at all," she assures him. "I am sturdier than I appear to be. And it would bring me pleasure to have you so close."

(She is wrapped in the story too, the threads having firmly grabbed a hold of her.)

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The more important factor in all of this is which circulates in his mind is that she is fully naked, and he is just in a kilt - should he shed his kilt? is it too forward of him to do so? clearly nudity of not a concern of hers, but should it be of his? - and so he is...momentarily stuck as to what exactly he should do.

But she is wanting him on her lap.
And he needs to move eventually (it is not like he expects her to disappear into thin air, but what if she changes her mind?) so he nods, moves closer to her.

"Would you have me disrobe, Goddess?"

(There - he will ask, and accept whatever direction she gives him. It might be cheating a bit to put all the 'control' in her hands in this moment but he is so very scattered mentally that it will help pull him back to focus.)

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"I would have you do whatever you would be more comfortable with," she tells him, smiling. "Although disrobing might save cleaning of your clothing later."

Considering she intends to make him come and it might approach more rapidly than either of them is expecting.

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"I feel safe with you," he says honestly - and while 'safe' is not necessarily the same as 'comfortable', the meaning behind his words should be enough to reassure her. "I always have, in these woods."

His kilt is shed and he settles himself on her lap without further preamble, wrapping his arms loosely around her body as it just makes sense to do so. His heartbeat (he already 'runs' a touch fast, right now it is practically racing) is erratic and she can probably feel it in his fingertips as he touches her skin.

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His heart is racing so fast!

She smiles reassuringly. "There we go. May I kiss you?"

When she has his answer, she presses her lips against his, soft, gentle, as she wraps her arms around him. She will let him set the pace.

(Such a treasure they have scorned, cast aside! She is tempted to keep him just for herself, let them weep when they realize what they have lost!)

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His mouth against hers is only awkward for the first few moments as they kiss - though his mind is firmly entrenched in the spell and the story that they have woven with this 'practice' ritual, his muscle memory takes over and she will notice a wave of 'calm' sweep over his senses, his nervous energy becoming less 'spiky' as he relaxes into the kiss and her touch.

This is Kreyu, this is your partner, your mate, you are safe here, you always have been.

His movements do not fully reflect his inner self, as he moves to settle his hands on her waist, fingers skating nervously over her ribcage. Her breasts are so very close to his hands and he wants so badly to touch her...

(His heartbeat picks up again, as do the nerves.)