brave_kreyu: (Default)
[personal profile] 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.

Date: 2024-09-02 05:57 pm (UTC)
27_53: (Default)
From: [personal profile] 27_53
She is quite a sight indeed - a stunning vision, his beautiful goddess laid out before him - and he pauses his efforts only VERY briefly to glance up and study her image, commit it to his memory.

(He debates backing down, letting her linger at this level of arousal...she might find it enjoyable, even if she might make him 'regret' it later...wisely he keeps his pause very brief, only a moment to have her catch her breath.)

When he resumes his efforts, he doesn't hold back - he knows she's so very close, can feel it in her energy, hear it in her cries and gasps.

Let go, love. Fall off the edge, he 'urges. I will catch you.

Date: 2024-09-02 06:54 pm (UTC)
27_53: (Default)
From: [personal profile] 27_53
They are most definitely both going to need a nap. And for as disheveled as she may think she is? He is similar in his appearance, his hair damp with sweat and skin flushed.

Once she has quieted a bit, he deftly moves back up her body, unties the scraf from her wrists and undoes the blindfold, mirroring her earlier motions of cupping her cheek in his hand.

"So beautiful," he whispers, admiring her eyes (there is a fair amount of violet glowing within then) and stroking her face soothingly as she settles.

Date: 2024-09-03 12:14 am (UTC)
27_53: (Default)
From: [personal profile] 27_53
"I agree." Skellig allows himself to be pulled closer, nestling his body into the space where he fits comfortably beside her, one of his wings up and draped over their bodies.

A vaguely wicked smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth. "After we rest, I may require something a bit more... filling, to feast upon." He pauses, reaching up to lightly rub at his jaw. "That doesn't require much chewing."

Someone's facial muscles are well-worked over!

Profile

brave_kreyu: (Default)
brave_kreyu

March 2025

S M T W T F S
      1
23 45678
9101112131415
16171819202122
23242526272829
3031     

Page Summary

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Jul. 8th, 2025 08:35 pm
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios