brave_kreyu | OOM All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness -Part 10

OOM All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness -Part 10

Kreyu has taken a different shape than is usual for her. A dragon, yes, but one of quite different build and coloration!

This shape is more serpentine, although it still has four legs and wings. Her body and her wings are covered in feathers that are all the colors of the rainbow. She fusses with some of her wing feathers, the claws of this shape far smaller, as dexterous as human hands.

"How do I look?" she asks, a little nervous about her appearance.

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He is not gone long, before returning with his own robe draped over one arm, two beers, and and appreciative glance as he looks over her form as she works to wash the efforts of the day from her bare skin.

"As beautiful as you are when you are dressed in the finest silks and adorned with jewels...I think I prefer you in this state."

Not just 'naked'. But natural. This is her, and that is who he loves. He sets their drinks down near the edge of the deeper 'soaking' tub, places his robe aside, then sits on the bench to begin undressing.

She flushes slightly, pleased. "I am glad you find me lovely like this, as it is how I am most of the time."

She's almost done washing her skin by the time he is undressed. Her own gaze is appreciative as he removes the last of his clothes. "So very lovely you are, in every facet of your being."

Satisfied that she has barred the door - they will not be interrupted this evening - Skellig removes the amulet that conceals his wings, allowing them to shake free slightly as she compliments him. (Even in the lower light brought forth from the candles and firelight, she will sense his flush as she looks him over.) "We are quite the pairing."

He nods to the deeper tub. "You can get started soaking while I wash some of the day off. I did not work nearly as hard as you, but that broth required quite a bit of chopping...I did sweat a bit."

"We are quite the pairing," she agrees. She slips into the warmer pool, sinks up to her neck in the water. It feels very good on her muscles!

"Kitchens tend to be quite warm, so I'm not surprised." She rests her head on the edge of the tub. "You did very well with the broth, it was delicious. Do you think we could try and replicate it at home?"

"I think I remember most of what went in, but would probably benefit from a list, if the cook would share his secrets. It was quite good," Skellig agrees. "After we sent it upstairs, we did try some for ourselves."

His efforts to wash his skin take considerably less time - after all, even though she was careful to wash up through the process of assisting with the birth, there was still more reason for her to ensure she got herself clean before soaking.

Resting his wings on either side of the tub, he briefly dunks his face and head into the water, shaking his hair once he emerges. "I think I will prefer soaking in that to sauna," he adds. "Easier to keep my feathers dry."

"You might be able to charm it out of them," she replies. She scoots over a bit in the tub, to make room. "I suspect you're right about it being easier to keep your feathers dry."

"Such lovely, soft, feathers," she murmurs dreamily.

Her body is beginning to protest the tension she is carrying, leftover from her work and worry with the birth.

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"Turn a bit away from me, and I will wash your hair while you continue to soak," he offers, moving to join her in the deeper tub as she adjusts her position to settle in 'front' of him.

First his hands move to the back of her shoulders and her neck, rubbing lightly.

"I am quite charming when I need to be," he muses playfully. "I could likely use it to my advantage..."

He wets her hair, then applies soap to her scalp and moves his fingertips to begin to work it into a lather, with slow, circular motions - this is not the hurried 'wash the effects of battle' type of wash, no. This is luxury, and he is going to take his time.

She does as asked, sighs contentedly as his hands rub lightly at the back of her shoulders and her neck. Tension begins to fade there that she didn't even know was present!

"You are very charming," she replies, playful. "Could steal all kinds of hearts, if you wanted to."

As for his slow, circular, motions on her scalp, that produces an actual groan of pleasure. "Feels nice," she tells him, eyes sliding half shut as he works.

"There is only one heart that I would wish to steal," he murmurs softly. "And I have no need to do such a thing, as it is already in my possession, held secure in my chest alongside my own."

He leans down and presses his lips to the back of her head, not at all bothered by the soap. Before he resumes his efforts of washing her hair, with plenty of attention spent massaging her scalp. Once she is rinsed out, he returns his focus to her neck and upper back.

"You say the sweetest things, my love," she murmurs softly. Her heart is full of Light and affection at his word!

She is a bit of a dragon puddle by the time he's finished her hair. Tension leaves her body as he rubs, as he chases the stress and ache away with his touch. She murmurs something that is probably meant to be praise, eyes mostly closed.

Luckily, he has quite a decent amount of experience in dealing with her when she is in true 'melted' form like this - extending his touches to her body beneath the water, her mid and lower back, seeking out knots and working to move them from her body. He is also using a bit of his Light and ability when he finds a particularly sore spot, to help it 'soak' away into the hot water of the tub and disappear.

After a while, he shifts around to her front side to work at her hands, her forearms, her chest and abdomen.

"Bliss," she sighs as he works. "So sweet." The pleasure, his intentions, his love and care.

"So spoiled." She probably SHOULDN'T get used to this. She would be the envy of every midwife everywhere, she's sure, with such care from her husband.

"Deservedly so," he comments. "You aided in bringing new life safely into this world, today. There is very little else that can occur that contains such a surge of pure Light...it is unblemished, not yet worn down, stripped away by the harsh realities of the universe."

Content, he sighs as he focuses on one of her hand, easing the tension from her fingers. A strange feeling - unsettling, but not unpleasantly so - creeps into the back of his mind as he contemplates something.

"I...I feel as if I have been present for...many moments, when Life is yet so fragile, the balance is not yet tipped in either direction," he says softly. "I do not know if that is just emotions from the day, or something from Before...it just struck me as a feeling."

"It would be fitting, right, in oh so many ways." She opens her eyes a little, despite the bliss of him working the tension out of her fingers. "I am sure they would be glad of your company, whether they realized it consciously or not."

"I do not often have to hide myself from those who are young like I do adults," he says, voice quiet. "They are less likely to be afraid. More curious, than anything."

And curious in a good way - wanting to learn more, amazed and awed. Less likely to want to lock him up in a cage, poke and prod at him with a stick, parade him around like an oddity...

"Hate and fear are often taught," Kreyu says, a touch of sadness in her tone.

"You would be a good father," she says, certain for reasons she can't explain. "Perhaps we will raise some children together, one day. Teach them not to hate and fear as best we can."

"It is not something I have ever considered for myself," he says honestly, bringing her hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to them before he bows his head and sighs, resting his forehead against her knuckles. "But with you by my side, I think we could manage it well enough. Perhaps we will, one day."

"I had not considered it either," she replies. Her heart warms, flutters, at his gentle kiss, at his resting his forehead against her knuckles.

"I think that together we could manage almost anything."

"I agree."

He lifts his gaze to focus his eyes on hers, smiling gently. "My brave Kreyu. Always willing to tackle any adventure," he murmurs softly. "Though after we soak awhile longer, I think the only adventure I may be up for tackling this evening is testing how close we can fit our bodies together on that bed. I desire to sleep with you sprawled atop me."

She laughs, low, at the 'adventure' he suggests. "I would quite like that."

"Might fall asleep in here," she warns him, amused at herself.

"I would not let you drown," he mutters playfully. "If you'd like to sleep for a bit I would not mind it, but we might be more comfortable in that bed. It looks like it is...well made."

Perhaps not for sleeping, but certainly comfortable for sleeping after festivities.

"I'm sure you're right about the bed being more comfortable."

She grins. "And however warm the water is, I would much prefer being tangled up with you."

She soaks a little longer before she moves to get out of the tub. Time to dry off, and then cuddle.

Briefly, Skellig debates bothering with their robes at all - it isn't like they are going to be disturbed, and if they are getting promptly into bed there is little need. However, he wants to add a bit more wood into the fire to ensure the room is comfortable throughout the night, and fire and bare skin...not a combination he wants to experiment with.

"I will stoke the fire a bit, if you want to get into bed," he offers.

"Thank you, love," she says, giving him a kiss. Once she's dried off, she'll climb into bed and they can settle in for the night.

It is straightforward enough to dry off, add a decent-sized log to the fire and then head towards the bed to join her. She has left one side of the blankets open for him, and he shakes his wings lightly to make certain they are as straight as they can be (they'll need a light preen in the morning, at this rate, especially if she sprawls atop him) before he climbs into bed.

"Now, c'mere and make sure I do not catch a chill," he teases, opening his arm to her so she can settle on his chest.

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