An unkindness of ravens... CLOSED

Nayeli hummed lightly as he speaks. It did smell lovely and mixed with the heat of the water she could feel herself relaxing even further. Shifting carefully, wary enough not to hurt him, she moved up a tad to place the bottle back on the tray outside of the tub.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close, reaching forward to press a kiss to her cheek. He rested his head on her shoulder and hummed, clearly pleased. He tilted his head downwards to kiss on her shoulder a couple of times and then nuzzled at her cheek with his nose, enjoying the contact.

      “Fair enough.” She loosened her grip. He didn’t look like he was about to attack her, but then again looks can be deceiving. But she was more than sure that if he had wanted to attack her, he would’ve done it already. And it was the same in her case too.

He gave her a friendly nod once she relaxed the string. She could still shoot him, that was for sure, but at least things weren’t as tense anymore and he didn’t have to be on his guard.

“Use my words, as you’ve told me.” The smile on her face turns affectionate as she brings up a hand to run the knuckles of her fingers against his cheek. Nayeli  knew the purpose behind the urging for her to speak on herself more. To seek out a little selfishness for herself. 

A chuckle escaped his lips at her reaction and he rested back in the tub as she protested. That was her using her words and in that specific situation, he knew how difficult it must have been for her. Usually she reacted differently, and no, there were no words involved. “Then I will stop. Wouldn’t want to ruin this bath, especially one that smells as nicely.”

The affection has her smiling gently and giving his hand a soft squeeze. “Would I have to tell you? Or would you figure it out with that extra sense of yours, mm?” Nayeli’s words were sweet and as playful as ever. Though, not untrue. Dakarai was somehow always aware when something was wrong or something was hurting. 

He rested his head on her shoulder and spoke with a smile. “I’d rather hear it from you. Told you before. Communication is key.” Key to everything, for sure. From war, to love. He was always observant enough to notice when something was amiss, but he wanted her to use her words more. For many reasons. And she knew them all already. Some delivered in the form of request, some in whispers brushing hot on her ear.

Starter call!

Starter call!

A lazy gaze watched his hand take hers and there was no fight as he turned over to view the now silent anchor. Nayeli could feel his worry in his grip on her and through the water, making a small barely visible smile come to her lips. Fingers wiggled playfully in Dakarai’s hold. “It is what it is. I am stuck with it. No one knows the long terms effect it will have on me but, it’s harmless now.”

He raised both brows. “That sounds unpleasant.” He said and his grip around her midsection got a little bit tighter, just as he reached forward to press a kiss over her ear. “If it ever starts hurting, let me know.” He didn’t know how he would treat such pain, considering that he knew nothing of its cause, but he would try anything.

It did not take Nayeli long to lower herself fully into the water, humming in delight at the warmth of the water. Delight turned into contentment as she settled down and leaned against Dakarai’s chest. The warmth and the company was a treat she rarely got these days as things begun to bare down on the Inquisition. On her.

He snaked an arm underneath her chest to hold her close and nuzzled her hair with his chin as he observed the anchor’s flash. He knew exactly what it could do. He had even seen it in action. How much energy did she even need to power it? What kind of toll did it have on her? All questions he would like to answer eventually. Out of worry, not scientific curiosity.