Kontaktfreudig zu werden ist wahrscheinlich ein sehr hochgestecktes Ziel.
Einmal tief durchatmend legte Hina ihren Kopf schief und beobachtete ‚Reto‘ weiterhin.
Ihre Augen auf seinem Tun schien ihn nicht zu stark abzulenken. Der Stab wurde weiterhin dezimiert. Das Bier weiterhin getrunken… und Hina verspeiste langsam ihre Currywurst.
„Ich dachte immer, Bewohner kleinerer Städte sind neugieriger,“ sagte sie, um etwas in der Stille zu sagen.
Reto mit einem Schulterzucken: „Nicht falsch. Falls interessant, wird es bald die Runde machen“
„Also bin ich im Moment nicht… interessant genug?“ Sie schob ihr Essen mit der Gabel hin- und her.
„Mrh, du bist gerade angekommen. Jemand anderer kann Fremdenführer spielen“
„Mmmh…“ Sie klopfte einige Male auf den Tisch, bis sie zum sich füllenden Glas deutete: „… ich suche mir jemand Anderen, wenn ich das gefüllte Glas haben kann“
Mit irritierter Mine hielt er kurz inne und musterete sie diesmal ernsthaft: „... okay…?“
„Wirklich?“ Sie lächelte mit einer sich aufhellenden Mine: „Es wäre mir eine Hilfe. Und würde mir einige Arbeit ersparen“
Für drei Augenblicke starrte er hinter sie, bis er seufzte: „Okay, warum?“
Die Gabel gestikulierte in Richtung des Stocks: „Nun, der Buchenast ist eine heimische Art und ich brauchte einige Späne, hätte mir also ebenfallsetwas schnitzen müssen, um die Späne als Biotop anlegen zu können und so… kann ich sie gleic als Nährboden für heimische Pilze anlegen“
„… willst du jemanden vergiften?“
„Was? Nein!“ Mit hochgezogenen Brauen saß sie etwas aufrechter: „Ich will die Pilze der Gegend erforschen. Es ist mein Forschungsgebiet. Und… das wäre sehr hilfreich. Aber… es wurde jemand mit den Pilzen hier umgebracht?“
Er starrte für einige Sekunden in ihre Richtung und schüttelte dann den Kopf: „… normalerweise sollte man nicht interessiert an vergifteten Menschen klingen, aber in Ordnung. Ja, es gab einen Vorfall. Amelie nahm eine letzte Mahlzeit zu sich, die ihr nict bekam. Wir wurden alle oft genug befragt. Niemand hier wird es zu schnell vergessen haben. Jamie weiß vielleicht mehr über den Pilz. Er ist der Jäger im Ort“
Hina lächelte ihr Gegenüber überrascht an: „Vielen Dank!“
„… koste nicht alle Forschungsobjekte, mh? Wir hatten genug Polizei für eine ganze Lebenszeit im Dorf,“ und damit schabte er ein letztes Holzstück ab und übergab das Glas an seine neue Nachbarin.
„Vielen Dank, Mister Wyss. Es hat mich sehr gefreut!“ Hina nickte ihm zu während er grummelnd und mit einem frisch verfeinerten Wanderstab die Bar verließ.
Sie verspeiste die Rest ihres Mahls… und verschwand mit einem Nicken zur unerklärlicherweise beschäftigten Bardame das Geäude. Ein erster Kontakt war hergestellt.
Tiny ruffling sounds distinctly told Asmodeus that Raphael reached out for him, but stopped to say: “I’ll take the blindfold off now, alright?”
The angel did not move when he shrugged and said: “I am at your mercy” with a lopsided smile.
After ten seconds, he added: “Yes. Yes, Raphael, you can take the blindfold off” and he did so. Very carefully. Naturally, the blindfold tied up some hair, but he barely felt a pull when he loosened the knot, then brushed a strand of hair out of his eyes and just… looked. Raphael just did that sometimes, just look into his eyes.
“And? Found what you are looking for?”
Raphael’s eyes refocused and he blinked. “Err,” he looked again, “Yes! But I’ll take off the ropes. Thank you very much for helping me test it!”
“… go ahead, take them off” – he said because he did not move again. And it was strange to see him move – he was very efficient and it took only a fraction of the time to unravel what he did. Asmodeus would possibly recommend him if anyone asked for rope-play, really. If he would be at all responsive to it. But alas…
The last step was freeing his wrists. And Asmodeus rubbed them, out of habit. There was enough blood flow, it was not necessary, but the watchful and almost worried eyes of the doctor it summoned was… entertaining.
“All good!” He held them up to show the proper bloodflow. “And noooow… how about we turn the tables, doctor? Want me to tie you up so you can’t move anymore? I assure you I am an expert, even if the experience comes from other… opportunities” He laughed, putting his hands in his back pockets. It felt slightly weird to just be unbound like thi-
“Sounds good” The angel held the ropes up. And the scarf for covering his eyes. “I’m sure it will be interesting. And I guess you don’t need the instructions to do it right.”
A grin slowly spread over Asmodeus’ entire face, really now? He grabbed the bundle of fabric in one hand. “No, I most certainly don’t”
This was delightful. And Raphael already held his wrists together. It was… a strange thought. And when he walked up to Raphael, the rope properly arranged in his hands, he asked: “Really?”
Raphael laughed a tiny laugh: “I do not say things I do not mean” He held his hands out and tilted his head slightly. Calm as anything. Trusting, too.
The few seconds of weightless, boundless bliss… passed.
Feeling came back to his body, from his legs, still in stuttering motion, to his arms, his hands releasing her hips, to his head, snapping back to reality, grounding him.
While he took care of the condom-business, his other hand caressed her back, watching her gasp and then utter a muffled: “Stawp-it!” She made a half-hearted attempt to shoo his hand away, missing him by a mile and then turning onto her side.
She jumped when he kissed the back of her neck, apparently it had been the wrong side. He chuckled: “… that good, mh?”
When he laid back down behind her and nuzzled his nose into the back of her neck, she said, almost grudgingly: “… you’ve got… deft fingers”
“Thank you, beautiful,” he chuckled and nipped the side of her neck, arms sneaking around her middle. The boundless bliss might have passed, but he could appreciate his life right now.
A soft, satisfied lady in his arms… and that really only for to him.
All long legs and bare feet – with proof she walks like that whenever possible – and slender fingers and broad shoulders and of course the loveliest of boobs. Always worth a squeeze.
“… enjoying yourself?” she said with a slight edge to her voice, but she did place her hand on his.
“Always,” he answered contently. She was soft and pliant in his hands in these moments. It was such a difference to meeting her usually.
The were both busy and needed to be in charge. Which was reassuring, she knew what she was doing. Sometimes he guessed she wasn’t sure of his own ability to know that much, but she still trusts him, in the end.
“Richard, do you even notice what you are doing anymore?”
He didn’t stop squeezing. Now deliberately didn’t, either.
“I got your permission for today… and no take backsies yet, so~” His hand wandered downwards, too, “You know I can’t get enough of you, my lovely Trinity”
He even liked her name, lords forbid, it was like a terrible romance novel, “So, must I keep my hands off of you now?” Thinking of it, his attempt at pitiful might have been believable.
After a second of silence, in which she certainly side-eyed him out of his vision, she moved slightly into his hands: “… well, if you are that needy”
“…mmmmh, definitely,” he purred, listening to her soft sighs when he slipped a finger into her without any resistance.
“You’re mine this evening. I’ll get you around six”
It was a somewhat ominous statement. And that from the bluntest of the brothers.
The question was: Did I actually want to figure it out?
I was married to him. If I wanted to or not, I was married to him. And as my husband, he… probably… had the… the right to spend an evening me. Whatever that entailed.
Right at this very moment, I still stood in Samil’s office and fidgeted. He finished the last line in his letter and then stood to greet me with a kiss, holding my hand: “What is it, my Lady Gabrielle?”
He might act like a proper husband. And he is, after all, the one I married. Properly.
“… Mazin wants to ‘take me out’”, I was sure the culprit in question used these words before. And Samil had been a lower class man, so… he probably knew.
His brows rose for a moment, but he nodded with a smile: “I believe it would be a god experience to see the town. I recommend simple clothing, easy to move in”
My frown was not easy to overlook. I still said: “You… are my husband”, in a voice that should tell him there is something wrong.
“We are not in your homeland, my lady. You are married to all four of us. Please. Go out for the night. I, unfortunately, am tied to the office. It is a good arrangement, is it not?”
I frowned and grit my teeth.
Well. I had asked.
I had asked, I got a clear answer, so that was all that… could be expected. From this situation.
Now I… would have a ‘nice night out’. With a man that was not not my husband. And also an asshole.
Well, at least he was an honest asshole, so… maybe it would be a nice night.
It was his hometown. Maybe he could be nice here.
Somehow, I doubted it.
A servant girl was nice enough to provide a sturdy dress that still fitted well. She got recompensed properly.
My hair got draped up and stuck to the back of my head. Not the fashion this summer, but that probably was the better choice if I didn’t want to get identified as a noble.
Thinking of the streets made me feel a little queasy. This was a harbour town. Full of sailors.
I did grow up with a few stories... I only hoped our own alleys in my homecountry measured up.
There had been... disappearing vines around my body. And this person asks me what I can do with magic. There have been disappearing vines around the dragon. And for some reason this knight was still all calm and did not think the dragon would just murder him, but he still didn't make any move to murder the dragon, so... so...
“Why aren't you doing something about this one?!,” because it definitely was a valid question!
And the knight... sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
Then he sighed and shrugged: “I am sworn to ensure the dragon's and the dragon's asset's safety. There is nothing I can do ab-”
“YOU are a knight, you kill dragons and-,” he looked at me with an even expression. Like he did not at all take me serious.
His brow furrowed slightly as I didn't speak on, and I heard a different voice coming from the side: “You... are of course right, princess... knights should... limit the dangers of dragon, but... it is almost impossible to beat a dragon. Attacking one without a plan would rid you of every one of your allies,” I looked at Azar. He looked uncomfortable about his own words.
… he even looked handsome with an unwanted blush on his face... and looking from the dragon to the knight to me. Just glances. Made his tattoos loo-
NO.
“I think you should just attack her an-”
The growl that same from the other side came from a being bigger than the one sitting there. The whole room shook a little bit. It was ridiculous!
This kind of thing didn't happen! Magic is stupid and not real! I... I!
“Looking smaller does not mean I am any less myself. You didn't make them run up to me when I looked like my other size,” she snorted. And I threw a pillow. This didn't even make sense!
The pillow never reached her, this strange tail... put the soft thing against the wall. Pierced.
Would have liked to say I wasn't intimidated by this display of dumb strength. But I was. I really was.
So I finally answered Sir Israfils original question while staring at the overly wide grinning dragon: “I think I can't change sizes. Or put up vines. I also think all magic is bullshit,” then I rubbed my forehead and continued in a whisper: “... about as bullshit as being kidnapped and imprisoned by a dragon...”
