Completed Breaker of Chains

[Ethir]

Ethir was dreaming.

The room was dark, but red flickered in the corners. She moved closer, curious. Suddenly heat seared across her face and she stumbled backwards. The floor gave way beneath her and she landed hard on floor beneath. Screams echoed around her, and the fire crept closer to her.

Ethir jerked awake, sweating and breathing heavily, her face flushed and her eyes wide. She looked around the room wildly. It took several seconds for her to remember where she was. Quacey had returned, and food and drinks sat on the table, waiting for someone to eat them.

 

[Quacey]

The fae was deeply engrossed in his writing. He had been at it for some time. When Ethir finally woke up from her fit filled slumber, he hadn't noticed. The back of his quill continued to wobble about as the scratching of the tip against the paper could be heard. His eyes focused upon the page as the ink dried where it had been laid.

What was the contents of his writing? He was uncertain. He had gone into a bit of a trance. It was not poetry but something else. Recounting of the tales of old. The ones mortals had forgotten or barely remembered. The ones told to him in his youth by his mother. Ones that spoke perhaps of his mortal father. The ones that had over time shaped the modern civilizations and cultures. The ones that had been lost when those of old had fallen and withered to dust upon the winds of time.

The drinks and food yet waited for both of the fae to partake of them. An empty chair waiting for her at the table. He continued on with his writing. Chronicling the tales of millennia past.

Ethir

 

[Ethir]

Ethir's heart rate slowed as did her breathing, until she was calmer. Quacey was either ignoring her, or he was so into whatever he was writing that he hadn't noticed. She swung her feet over the side of the bed and got up, not particularly feeling well-rested.

She walked over to the table where Quacey and the food sat and she sat down across from him. She ate a few nuts and fruit, her stomach still a bit queasy.

"What are you writing?" She asked. He seemed very focused on his quill moving across the page. She thought the expression he wore was similar to the one she had worn when she was sewing or embroidering something, before the accident.

 

[Quacey]

For a long moment the fae man just continued writing without a word spoken. The only sound the scratching of quill against page. But soon enough he stopped and set his quill down. After he dusted the ink and left it open to dry.

"Tales of old. Heroes and monsters of ages past half forgotten by ancient souls."

Quacey was aware it was not a very good answer, but it was where his mind currently was. Not the present but upon the page. A tale swirling about his mind like a firefly repeatedly only offering flashes that must be recorded before they fade and are lost to the darkness of time.

"I am writing down stories, myths, and tales no longer told by mortals due to the passing of time."

Ethir

 

[Ethir]

Ethir just blinked at Quacey. When he finally replied, her expression didn't change. "Ah. I see," she said, except she didn't. See, that is.

She looked around their room, wringing her hands in her lap. She wasn't necessarily nervous or stressed, but she was bored, and her stomach was still swirling. She reached a hand out and ate a few more bits of fruit and bread.

 

[Quacey]

The lack of motivation and interest was noted. By far the most common reaction the rare times one was interested in his writings. Quacey had learned most fae expected poetry or a play to be what another fae put to the page. It was chronicling and preservation that was deemed uninteresting and unusual. For such a long lived group they certainly lived and focused on the moment mostly.

Quacey watched Ethir pick up some food for a moment. "Hungry now? Shall I show you off to the locals by taking you out for a meal?"

A bit of a smirk on his face. A simple request but he knew she would get flustered by that statement of showing her off. He also was aware she would be aware of why he phrased it that way. A double layer of mischief. He was certainly enjoying himself this trip. It was rare for him to not be entirely focused on his duties when aiding the lost.

Ethir

 

[Ethir]

Ethir looked up at Quacey, swallowing what she had been chewing. She pretended like his comment about showing her off didn't affect her.

"I've already spent enough of your money," she replied. And she had- this room, the snacks, the clothes, and travelling things. "I don't think I could eat anything else anyway."

Even as she pretended she hadn't heard him when he said he could show her off, she wrung her hands in her lap. Why would he want to? To prove to her that she wasn't as ugly or unwanted as she thought she was? Just to ruffle her feathers? Or was it something else entirely? No, it couldn't be, he was smirking at her. Could it?

 

[Quacey]

The focus on not spending money on her came up yet again. A trend right now but it wasn't as if she could pay for herself. Why not let him treat her if he was offering? Some were just strange about that sort of thing. She was most certainly one of them. One with that sense of pride about being able to care for themselves without needing another.

"Very well." Quacey responded to her noticing the way she wrung her hands. Nervous? Would seem she paid attention to what he had said and was getting the kind of reaction he hoped for.

That smirk remained.

"I suppose I will just have to wait to show you off tomorrow in your new attire. I pray to the Twins that the women do not turn into monsters from envy and their partners beasts from lust."

His gaze was upon her face as he watched for her reaction. Perhaps another eye roll?

"What is it you wish to do to pass the time if not enjoy a meal together? Perhaps you wish for another kind of devouring to take place?"

Ethir

 

[Ethir]

He was a right bastard, and he knew it too, with that shit-eating grin on his face. Ethir only just caught on that he was hoping to get a rise out of her and so to his statement, she merely met his smirk with a deadpan look.

"I told you, I'm not hungry," she said, fighting the urge to roll her eyes or cross her arms or sigh or do anything that Quacey might enjoy seeing.

"What, exactly, are you trying or planning to do to me," Ethir asked. She was not specific in her question about what exactly she was referring to, but she was interested to see what Quacey would think she meant. Or maybe he would just ask her and ruin all her fun. She could have fun too.

 

[Quacey]

She wasn't willing to let him have his fun. The fae was aware of this and it only made him wish to tease her more. A stand off of wills seeking to find who would get what they desired first. For him it was just for her to react in an entertaining way to his teasing. For her he was not certain other than to deny him his entertainment. Perhaps she had something else she desired as well?

Quacey just continued to smirk and played along with her game. "What I plan to do depends."

No elaboration. She would no doubt enjoy that.

"Are you certain you have no cravings? No decide to devour or be devoured? Perhaps you are starving and after a single meal fear your desire for more? You deny yourself as a means to avoid finding out just how much you truly crave more. Meals that I am offering to you freely and all you have to do is open your mouth and place it upon your tongue."

Ethir

 

[Ethir]

It seemed he would not cease until he got the reaction from her that he wanted. But what did he want? Did he want her to blush, to roll her eyes, to scold him? She wasn't sure which one she ought to. Perhaps all of the above, in that order.

His last statement and the way he said it did in fact elicit a blush across her scarred and burned face. Fine, she thought. He had gotten what he wanted. What now?

"Why?" she finally asked. Her voice was soft, and she made herself hold Quacey's gaze.

 

[Quacey]

It would seem his words finally got a reaction out of her and it was for her to turn red as a rose. A lovely flower to represent a lovely woman. Quacey was satisfied with his teasing now and would likely have eased or stopped. But then she asked him why. A simple yet enlightening question of her to ask.

And why was he offering? Or why was he so sure she was starving?

The fae held her gaze like she wished pondering how exactly to answer her question. Which of her questions to answer if not both. It was no more than a moment or two that past before he decided to be direct with her. The teasing was a roundabout way to where they currently found themselves and something within him told him directness was what she needed.

"You are beautiful Ethir and your true self wrongfully ignored. Why would I not desire to offer you the choice to act upon your desires? I have not a single reason to say no. It is your decision if you wish to say it instead or accept and indulge yourself if but a little."

With that he went back to silence. Wordier than he intended, but he was known for using words. Perhaps actions should be more used. A thought that caused him to place a hand upon her leg and a soft squeeze before removing it.

Ethir

 

[Ethir]

Quacey was silent a moment before he responded, and when he did, Ethir was glad she wasn't eating anything, because she was sure she would have choked.

You are beautiful.

She blinked at Quacey, her blush deepening. No one had ever said she was beautiful in her true form. Did he even mean it, or was he just saying it to be nice? It was his whole job, wasn't it, to help those who were lost find themselves again? Was she just another box to be checked?

You are beautiful.

Or did he mean it? Was she having some sort of effect on him? Did he truly think she was beautiful, and he desired to be with her, this time in her true form?

Ethir was moved and bewildered at the same time. A small voice in the back of her mind reminded her that at least he wasn't lying- he did think her beautiful. But his motives behind his statement were unknown to Ethir. She considered that she might be overthinking.

His hand came to rest on her leg, giving it a gentle squeeze. But then before he could remove it, on pure instinct, she placed her hand over his, holding it on her leg. Her gaze did not shift from his. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep her lip from trembling.

You are beautiful.

Her body had already made her decision before her mind had. She rose from her chair and walked the couple steps to Quacey. She sat down on his lap, a leg on either side of the chair, her front to his. She didn't let herself think about it for too long and pressed her mouth to his.

 

[Quacey]

The fae had expected a certain kind of response from the woman. A thank you. For her to pull back and withdraw. A blush and attempt to hide her gaze. One of those reactions he had already seen from her so far. Not to just have her silently stare back at him as she was. Her hand going over his own so it couldn't be removed.

Then she mounted him.

Quacey was surprised by it. Ethir straddling him as she brought their faces close to one another. She leaned forward. Their lips brought together.

He kissed her back.

The fae had not expected this kind of response from her. To be for willing. So direct. So hungry. A response he made sure to mirror back for her as his arms slide up her thighs, over her hips, and wrapped around her waist into an embrace. She had chosen what she wanted and he was happy to be apart of it.

Ethir

 

[Ethir]

Ethir was relieved when Quacey kissed her back, but after a few moments she realized she wasn't surprised. It had been seemingly all he could think about, so of course he would kiss her back and wrap his arms around her.

She sagged into him, her fingers sliding from his shoulders into his hair. She remembered how he had kissed her on the bed in the last inn they stayed at, when she had said 'pretend you love me'; how tenderly and gently he had kissed and held her and she did the same now, fingers feather light along his jaw.

Warmth radiated off of him like it would a fire, and Ethir was glad for it. She forgot her nausea as she kissed Quacey, his warmth seeping into her bones and easing her muscles.

 

[Quacey]

There was a rare passion and openness to Ethir right now. They had not known each other long but she had always been at a distance with him even before the illusion of supposed ideal beauty was broken. After she had only become more so. Every moment had felt less like a dance and more like a duel to get her to express even a single basic desire or need from her.

But right now she was fully giving into her passions.

Ethir's fingers ran through his hair. Quacey's arms held her close. Their lips meeting and refusing to part. The duel had become a dance. But for how long? How long was she willing to let this go on for? The last time a glimpse of this had shown it was over seemingly as soon as it began. A quick kiss before rest. Would this time be the same?

Quacey was unsure but he didn't focus on it either. Better to enjoy the rare moment than try to hold onto what could never be held.

Ethir

 

[Ethir]

Ethir was done fighting it. She was exhausted and tired of never getting anywhere no matter what she did, no matter how hard she fought. Maybe she shouldn't have pushed back in the first place. Even after all of her fighting, she was back where she had told herself she didn't want to be.

Now, she wasn't so sure anymore. She may not have been where she wanted to be, but she was doing what she wanted to.

Now, she didn't want this moment to end.

So it was why she pulled back a hair, their foreheads still touching.

"Did you request a bath?"

 

[Quacey]

Ethir broke away from the kissing ever so slightly. Only enough it seemed so she could ask her question. A question that took Quacey's mind to focus on enough to process as he had given himself over so much to the moment.

"A bath? No.... Did you want me to go request one for us?"

Quacey was trying to readjust his mindset as she seemed to be wanting to end the moment as before. At least in his own mind that was where this was going. How correct he was happened to be another matter that only Ethir could answer.

His hands idly rubbed her sides as he waited for her reply. Knowing her she would desire a bath.

Ethir

 

[Ethir]

Ethir mimicked Quacey's shit-eating grin from earlier at his response. After he said no, she interrupted him.

"Good. I don't want to be interrupted,"

And then she kissed him again.

She didn't know what had come over her, but it seemed for the time being at least that her body had won out over her mind. She was doing what Quacey had said- giving in to her desires. And by the Gods, it felt good. She felt as if she might fly away and she didn't particularly care if she never returned back to solid ground.

 

[Quacey]

The female was certainly surprising him. Yet again his mind was having to readjust itself to her words and actions. Back into the moment from thoughts of procuring a bath or meal or anything for her. To go from being a good host to a momentary lover. An adjustment that was far quicker and easier for him to make thanks to her own efforts of meeting their lips once more.

His hands rubbed his sides and his arms pulled her even closer. A want. A desire. He would devour her if she let him is what they spoke. A promise to make good on his teasings from before. But he would not begin the process. It was on her to take them to that next step. Her choice to make. Her choice to act fully upon what she wanted or to break away sated. The choice deprived from her by that mortal and all the clients he forced upon her all that time. One she deserved and was owed. One he was giving her to let her know she was more than an object or toy.

Ethir

 

[Ethir]

Ethir was glad when he didn't protest, even though she knew he wouldn't. Now that she had her freedom back and could make her own choices again, she was going to do just that. He wanted her to make the decision, take what she wanted? Then she would.

She kissed him harder, arching into his touch. She knew how to wind men around her little finger, or at least get into their pants She was reminded briefly of how they had met and smiled against his mouth. She let her hands roam his torso as his own rubbed her sides and held her closer to him.

 

[Quacey]

The fae could feel her want. Her desire. She made it very obvious what it was she wanted and she was choosing to claim it. Something he wholeheartedly was happy to oblige and support. As she kissed him harder he made sure to reflect her passion back. As her hands roamed more and more so did his own touch seek further along her form.

Quacey focused only upon these moments shared with Ethir. Passion and freedom were core to all fae. Their kind could not survive and thrive without both them present in their lives. Right now the pair were truly surviving and thriving as they embraced what they were deep inside.

Everything else fading to black as only they mattered.

Ethir

 

[Ethir]

Ethir did not know what time it was when she woke, but there was no longer light coming in from the windows. Her back was to Quacey's front, his arms loose around her and their legs tangled. He was still radiating heat, and she was so comfortable that for a minute she did not want to move from her position.

But then her stomach growled and she realized she hadn't eaten anything since that morning. Or was it yesterday morning? It was hard to tell.

She couldn't tell if Quacey was awake or not yet, so she would not move until he showed signs that he was awake. She focused instead on his warm breath on her neck.

 

[Quacey]

The stirrings of the female fae caused him to begin to wake up as well. The small movements being the first signs followed by quicker breaths and finally his eyes idly opening. The pair was laying together still. No surprise given their sleeping arrangements at the inn. A single bed could only allow so much room and he was not exactly a compact being.

Quacey's gaze went down to her. She seemed different to him now in a way. A way he had no words to explain properly. Even he was not fully certain of how seemed different just that she was. Perhaps it was him that had changed in some way instead? Like how light filtered through leaves to shift the shadows beneath so to did perception change by shifting the angle one approached others and things from.

Regardless the growling of her stomach inspired his own and a goal was set.

The large fae slowly removed himself from her and the bed then stood straight. As he stretched his muscles to wake them up as well he said, "Shall we procure a meal?"

Ethir

 

[Ethir]

Ethir rolled onto her back as Quacey got out of the bed. After a moment she rose as well. She bent over to pick up Quacey's tunic from off the ground and pulled it over her head. The snacks and drinks from earlier were still there, but then Quacey suggested getting a real meal. She supposed it couldn't hurt; she could munch on the stuff that was already here while they waited.

"Yes," she replied, sitting down in a chair at the table. Only once she turned her gaze up to Quacey did she realize he would have to leave their room to order a meal, and he couldn't exactly do that with his tunic on her body. She didn't say anything about it, however, and waited to see how he would react.

Quacey