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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[27_53]

"As much as my interest would have us repeatedly entangled with one another in our bed - or anywhere the mood struck us - I am afraid that without another sort of...spell or aid, my body would not be able to rise that quickly to the occasion."

Not saying there are ways he can't make himself 'useful' in bed!

"But I feel I have done a fine job of keeping you satisfied so far?"

(He is not actually concerned about this - but then again, is there a tiny fraction of a shred of worry buried way back in the depths of his brain - is he really good enough for her, a Goddess?)

[brave_kreyu]

"More than satisfied, Skellig," she assures him. She kisses him gently on the cheek. "None could satisfy me better than my Mate, my husband."

"Not that I would ever let them even TRY. You are the only one I want, the only one I NEED."

[27_53]

"I do believe you," he says. "But I am grateful to hear you say it all the same."

He smirks when she kisses him. "And I will admit I do feel a bit smug when you say it, as I never imagined that I would be able to satisfy the desires of a Goddess. Not even in my wildest dreams and fantasies."

[brave_kreyu]

Kreyu flushes a little, laughs. "One very small Goddess, in the grand scheme of things. One who was quite exhausted after a half day of work among her people."

[27_53]

"Supporting your people - our people - is not without effort. I saw the stir in the energy among the crowds when you made yourself seen to them. It was taxing on many levels."

He remembers her exhaustion, how depleted she was.

Skellig reaches for one of her hands (after draining of the last of his wine from his cup, so as not to spill it as he tucks it beside his hip) with his and begins to rub gently at her fingers.

"You may be just a single Goddess, a small Goddess. But you are my Goddess," he says. "And the one that I choose to worship before all others."

[brave_kreyu]

She smiles softly. "I do enjoy the ways you worship me with your hands and your mouth," she tells him.

"You still treat me as a partner, as Kreyu, your mate, your love. That, I would never wish to lose."

She's starting to feel a little drowsy, now that she's had food and drink and is all comfortable in their bed.

[27_53]

"You will always be Kreyu to me first and foremost," he says. "Above the rest of all of it. It was you that I fell in love with," he adds. "It was the vibrancy of your soul, your spirit, your Karma that lead me to realize that I was worthy of such treatment as you have given me. That did not require you to be a Goddess."

Skellig presses his lips to her temple, glances at their cups and the plate - then to the table. It would not be difficult to get out of the bed and set them safely away - but then he'd have to move from where he's curled up with her...

"You stay," he says softly. "I will put this up."

[brave_kreyu]

"I am glad to hear that," she says, gently squeezing his hands.

She considers protesting him putting the dinner things up, but decides to let him 'spoil' her a bit.

"Thank you, love." She is far too tired and sated right now to consider sex, but she does watch him as he moves about. Her husband is lovely, and she enjoys looking upon him!

[27_53]

"You're welcome."

Tempted as he may be to find some of that honey to enjoy for 'dessert', he truly is tired - there is only so much rest one can get while napping (did he even really nap?) in a dream state, upon the ground of the forest. Their bed is a much better option. Skellig deals with tidying up their mess (minimally; he wants to be back curled up against her) and then returns to the bed.

(He's noticed her watching him as he moves about the room. It has made him blush, just slightly.)

"I must be careful," he says as he climbs back into the bed and burrows back in beside her. "Or you'll be having me clean up after dinner more often, just to get the show afterwards..."

[brave_kreyu]

She snuggles up with him, feels her body relax. "Of course," she teases. "Are you saying you would not watch me if our positions were reversed?"

[27_53]

Skellig 'scoffs', snickering a little.

"No, I would shield my eyes," he 'swears', as he wraps an arm around her shoulders and begins tracing patterns on her upper arm. "Keep from watching as my beautiful wife saunters through the room." He scoffs. "Like there would be a chance I could manage that."

[brave_kreyu]

Kreyu giggles in amusement when he swears he would shield his eyes.

She relaxes further into his touch, idly preens some of his feathers.

"Then how could I possibly be expected not to watch my beautiful husband?" she asks. "It is a different kind of beauty than when I am driving you to ecstasy or when you are tied to the bed transfixed by my dancing for you, but it is beauty all the same."

[27_53]

His demeanor softens slightly (not that it was at all harsh to begin with) as she speaks, and he shifts his wing slightly to give her better access to his feathers (on instinct, not as a suggestion or request) as they lay together.

"Never before have I ever heard myself called beautiful," he says. "Not until I found myself in your company."

[brave_kreyu]

She keeps preening his feathers.

She sniffs disdainfully. "Then they were clearly lacking in taste." So says his dragon! "A treasure stolen from a world that knew not what they cast aside so cruelly and thoughtlessly." She pauses. "Or it WOULD have been if I had been responsible for you winding up in my company in the first place."

[27_53]

"I am just glad that I ended up where I belong," he says honestly. "Where I am able to be appreciated appropriately."

With her, by her.

"That feels nice," he adds, nodding towards his feathers and her fingers.

[brave_kreyu]

"So am I," she replies, honest and sincere.

"I'm glad it feels nice." She kisses the back of his neck. "Tricky to reach certain places by yourself, and, well, I like touching you."

[27_53]

"My feathers have likely never been in such a fine state as they have been since I have found myself under your care," he quips. "I like being touched by you, so it works out well."

He settles in, and is distracted for a while by her touches - only after a few moments of quiet does he speak up.

"When you spoke of a possible hunt tomorrow," he says, yawning gently. "What...what sort of hunt were you suggesting?"

[brave_kreyu]

"A ship involved in the slave trade," she replies, voice quiet. "The Red Lion. I have received word from some informants that it should be within striking range of the Lair for the next few days, and it is traveling alone."

[27_53]

"That sounds like an excellent opportunity to take care of a problem before it becomes a bigger one. Do you have word if there are captives aboard? I would assume it is likely."

Skellig's brow furrows slightly at the idea of ships, as their last encounter with one was...less than pleasant.

[brave_kreyu]

"Almost certainly," Kreyu replies. She runs her fingers through his feathers, soothing both of them. "Since they are heading back to the port they usually make their sales at."

"This ship, at least, should have no magic users on it," she adds, frowning slightly.

[27_53]

She will be able to sense his conflict as she works her fingers through his feathers, which ruffle slightly, unsettled.

His thoughts on killing are conflicted - at least if they were magic users, it might be a hint more of a 'fair fight' - but at the same time, slave traders are scumbags. People are not commodities. But it is still death.

"We will have to be careful in how we approach, as to lessen any collateral damage."

[brave_kreyu]

"I can go alone," she offers, voice soft. "It will not trouble me as it does you."

"Very careful," she agrees. "Another reason for my eagle shape, it is less likely to damage the ship than something larger."

[27_53]

"You will not go alone," he says. "I...it would cause me greater distress if harm were to come to you without me there at your side, than if I was to partake in things that I am not yet entirely accustomed to doing."

He sighs softly. "There are ways in which I will be able to help that may not include direct conflict," he suggests. "I will not shy from it if it is needed, but I can explore options once we survey the ship and the scene."

[brave_kreyu]

She nods, kisses him on the cheek.

"Possibly. We will have to see what exactly is going on once we get there."

She yawns slightly. "All the more reason to get plenty of sleep tonight."

[27_53]

"Indeed, quite a good reason." Skellig sinks down further into the bed (and snuggles as close to her as he can get without making it actually uncomfortable) and a yawn also escapes him.

It has been a very long day.

Typically between the two of them, he is often the earlier riser - but given how strongly the spell and ritual took hold of him, he is not going to wake up at his usual time. He does not dream (which is likely a good thing, in this instance) and simply rests, catching up on much-needed sleep, which is body is very grateful for!