brave_kreyu | OOM All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness -Part 12

"An excellent point, my love."

"Will try and reach for you, with my mind," she murmurs. "Might help both of us sleep, if our minds are touching as we drift off."

"Good plan," he agrees.

Which, speaking of drifting off - it is not long before he does just that, safe and content in her embrace. Thankfully, his dreams are quiet, his mind relaxed - and he will not make a total mess of their bed a second time!

They wake a little after sunrise, but are in no great hurry to get out of bed. Surely she can cuddle with her husband just a LITTLE longer?

One hand is idly stroking through his feathers, her eyes half closed. She makes a contented noise, pleased with the world for the moment.

There are things that they will need to do at some point today - a bath would be ideal, as would breakfast eventually. But other than that...Skellig knows that they have no critically pressing commitments, and he doubts that Koschei and Ajax will be 'free' anytime soon either.

(They all deserve a break, after yesterday!)

Yes, there will be chaos and confusion as the sun rises higher in the sky and the city awakens, but that is not their problem - and for as much of a 'healer' as Skellig may be, he is also aware that sometimes, self-care matters just as much.

His eyes are fully closed as she strokes his feathers, mind just barely awake, blissfully happy.

She's not sure how long they stay like that, her fingers stroking through his feathers, but it's nice.

Eventually, her body protests, begins to make demands that will require getting up, bathing, devouring something OTHER than Skellig.

She shifts her weight, stretches.

At some point as she's stroking his feathers, he drifts back off into sleep and naps a while longer in the early morning hours - it is only when she shifts her weight and stretches that he stirs.

And even that is minimal movement, on his part.

Grunting quietly, he burrows his face into a pillow and tugs the blanket over his shoulder and wing, burying himself back into their bed with a sigh. He doesn't want her to move, but he won't stop her.

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She smiles softly, amused, at his burying himself in the bed. She's quiet, careful, as she gets out of bed. She had the forethought last night to set a basin of water by the dying fire last night, so it is warm-ish for washing up. Washing with a cloth and a basin is not as luxurious as a bath, but it will do.

There ARE baths available here, but only of the communal, everyone in one big pool, variety. Neither she nor Skellig have dared to try them yet. She wipes her skin with a wet cloth and some soap, cleaning her body for a new day.

As they had discussed - sleeping soundly without the other by their side does not come easy. But whether it is a lingering aftereffect of the herbs and the moly from last night, or simply his body trying to catch up on rest, he drifts back off for a short while longer as she's cleaning herself up.

Eventually he does stir a bit and groggily blinks his eyes open; rubbing a hand over his messy hair to pick a few stray feathers out.

He is sore, but in a good way - exhaling a content sigh as he flops himself over a bit in the bed. "Feel like I could eat a whale," he teases gently.

Kreyu laughs at his comment about feeling like he could eat a whale. "Shall I hunt one for you, dearest?" she teases back. "Or will more traditional food suffice?"

Kreyu assisted one of the staff with a little problem yesterday, and they've left a basket of treats as a thank you!

"I will probably manage to survive on traditional food for now," he says, stretching lazily among the blankets. "Once I can find the will to rouse myself from our bed."

It is not quite as comfortable as their bed in the Lair, but it is still quite nice to lounge in.

Skellig yawns playfully and reaches up to idly preen a few feathers into place that were sorely out of place.

It's good seeing him so relaxed, and he's lovely in the morning light....

"I could tempt you out of bed, if you'd like?" she offers, grinning wickedly. She hasn't bothered to dress yet, so there's no fabric to swirl through the air as she does a pirouette.

"That might spur me to have to tempt you back into bed," he quips, eyes hungry as he watches her move about the space. "You know how I can be quite persuasive when I desire to be..."

However, he does push himself up into more of a sitting position, slowly swinging his legs over the edge of the mattress.

"But I am hungry."

She laughs at his quip, pleased at the hunger in his eyes even if she doesn't intend to help him ACT on it right now.

"Shall I help you clean up?" She picks up a clean cloth and a bowl with fresh warm-ish water. "Or should I set out some things for breakfast while you clean yourself up?"

"It would probably be more productive for us both if I cleaned myself up," he admits. "Though I appreciate the offer of assistance."

Yawning again, he rises to his feet and approaches her to collect the cloth and the bowl of warm-ish water, moving to sit nearer the fire in a chair to work on getting himself cleaned up.

"We may have to ask the staff for fresh linens," he mutters after a moment. "After I've worked to pluck most of the feathers out." Less questions, that way.

"I'm sure they're used to such requests," she assures him.

The basket of goodies contains fresh bread, fresh fruits, some nuts and some cheeses, a tasty spread. Oh, and a wine amphora. (It's watered down, they'll be fine!)

Kreyu begins to peel a clementine like fruit, the citrus smell pleasant to her nose.

It only takes him a few moments to clean up, and then he wanders his way towards the table (after fetching one of the spare thinner blankets and throwing it around his body like a cape) he joins her at the table, perching himself on a chair.

Grabbing a handful of nuts, he pops a few into his mouth.

"Do you have plans for today, love? Or are we going to simply play it by ear?"

She flushes slightly. "Well, Koschei and I were pondering heading out into the wilderness to test the ward plans we developed yesterday. I was wondering if you would mind keeping Ajax company while we're out? The two of you would be welcome to come along, of course, but as an observer it's likely to be dreadfully dull."

"I would not mind that," Skellig says. "While I am sure we could find ways to amuse ourselves while watching you two work on the wards, but also suspect that we would both likely enjoy continuing our conversation from yesterday."

Skellig reaches for the wine to pour himself a cup, offering one to her as well.

"He is grateful for someone to talk to that will speak to him, not his crown or title," he adds.

"I have some idea of what that is like, as a goddess," she replies. She takes the cup of wine with a nod of thanks. "Titles can be a scaffold and a cage all at once."

"I assume once I am known as your husband, it will become something I will have to also become accustomed to," he says. "Though it may help that I have had a great deal of...practice...as a member of the lower caste."

Also the ability to shift his appearance slightly as needed will offer him some greater freedoms.

"Most likely," she admits, looking away from him for a moment. "I'm hoping to at least DELAY that by having Aeneas meet you first simply as yourself."

She knows Skellig would gladly pay that 'price' to be known as her husband, but that doesn't mean she doesn't wish he could NOT have to pay it.

It is something that will not bother him in the least, so he is not overly concerned. (Though he knows that she is.)

"We will walk those roads as we find ourselves upon them," he says softly. "No matter the path we end up taking, as long as we are together it will be easy enough to travel."

Sure they might encounter some bumps along the way, but then again - they've already done that a few times over.

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She reaches for his hand, holds it a moment. "I am glad you have such faith in us." She leans in to kiss his cheek.

It is almost automatic, as he sees her reach for his hand, that he extends his in response.

"I have more than just faith," he says, smiling gently as she kisses his cheek, his gaze moving to their hands. "I just... it is like my soul knows it as a truth. I have never felt this way with anyone before and I just... know. It is hard to explain."

"Neither have I," she admits. Her stomach chooses that moment to rumble LOUDLY, and it makes her laugh.

"All right, I'll feed you," she teases, poking her stomach.

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