Post by Gabriel Jhaedaes Os Tar on Jun 5, 2013 3:47:24 GMT -5
Gabriel tilted his head, amused when he startled Hadjara with his question. She'd been intently focused on the strange plants and ignoring his stirring, apparently, because he hadn't been deliberately aiming to surprise her.
"I probably could have gone for another three or four hours, but we're only here for a short time. Seems a waste to spend a visit home sleeping all the time." He glanced back at the curls of dye marking her skin as he spoke but didn't inquire further; if Malak was involved the adumbrate was at least being subtle about his presence while they were in Dream Land, and Gabriel didn't want to pick a fight over the Shadow monster. He knew he could only expect so much control and suppression from Hadjara, even while they were in his dimension.
"You can't have. I woke up briefly when you fell out of the bed, and that must have been a few hours ago. Never mind, though, we have the room for two more nights." Gabriel knew that this place would be the height of luxury compared to the rest of their time in the Dream Land. As soon as they left Ngar'li they'd be in the Dream Land's version of the wilderness - sleeping rough was a wildly generous way to put it. Although the discomfort of the weather and the wild would hardly bother either of them - Daemons were hardy, even the luxury-loving ones, and Hadjara and Gabriel were both accustomed to sleeping in the forests of Litharia - the dangers of Dream Land would ensure only an hour or two could be grabbed at a stretch. It would be best if they both managed to leave the city well-rested, refreshed, and brimming with energy ready to be expended on both exploring and staying alive.
He watched, mildly curious, while Hadjara sent the strange shadowy creatures inhabiting two pot plants away, presumably back to wherever they'd come from. Usually Gabriel might have asked more about them, natural inquisitiveness demanding information about anything that was unfamiliar to him, but he mostly felt a kind of aloof apathy about anything to do with the Shadow world. He supposed it wasn't really a sign of a healthy pysche - he had little doubt that his feelings towards Malak were more than a little bitter and apparently leaking through to taint anything to do with the Shadow world - but he had no motivation to tackle that particular failing. Especially since Hadjara was now offering sex and it seemed relatively unlikely that she'd pass out on him again; grinning and pulling her closer, he laughed.
"You even have to ask?" He happily dragged her back to the bed, though given that he'd just woken up and still felt slightly sleepy his actions lacked the usual urgent, predatory need that so often defined their encounters. Instead he was almost lazy, lying back and experimenting with telekinetically undoing the fiddly ties on her corset. Once it was successfully removed, and in one piece for a change, he grabbed her arm and pulled her down next to him.
"We're not in a hurry to leave, right? Arriskuan can wait." A few slow, teasing kisses on her lips and along her throat, he hoped, would be enough to convince her too.
"I probably could have gone for another three or four hours, but we're only here for a short time. Seems a waste to spend a visit home sleeping all the time." He glanced back at the curls of dye marking her skin as he spoke but didn't inquire further; if Malak was involved the adumbrate was at least being subtle about his presence while they were in Dream Land, and Gabriel didn't want to pick a fight over the Shadow monster. He knew he could only expect so much control and suppression from Hadjara, even while they were in his dimension.
"You can't have. I woke up briefly when you fell out of the bed, and that must have been a few hours ago. Never mind, though, we have the room for two more nights." Gabriel knew that this place would be the height of luxury compared to the rest of their time in the Dream Land. As soon as they left Ngar'li they'd be in the Dream Land's version of the wilderness - sleeping rough was a wildly generous way to put it. Although the discomfort of the weather and the wild would hardly bother either of them - Daemons were hardy, even the luxury-loving ones, and Hadjara and Gabriel were both accustomed to sleeping in the forests of Litharia - the dangers of Dream Land would ensure only an hour or two could be grabbed at a stretch. It would be best if they both managed to leave the city well-rested, refreshed, and brimming with energy ready to be expended on both exploring and staying alive.
He watched, mildly curious, while Hadjara sent the strange shadowy creatures inhabiting two pot plants away, presumably back to wherever they'd come from. Usually Gabriel might have asked more about them, natural inquisitiveness demanding information about anything that was unfamiliar to him, but he mostly felt a kind of aloof apathy about anything to do with the Shadow world. He supposed it wasn't really a sign of a healthy pysche - he had little doubt that his feelings towards Malak were more than a little bitter and apparently leaking through to taint anything to do with the Shadow world - but he had no motivation to tackle that particular failing. Especially since Hadjara was now offering sex and it seemed relatively unlikely that she'd pass out on him again; grinning and pulling her closer, he laughed.
"You even have to ask?" He happily dragged her back to the bed, though given that he'd just woken up and still felt slightly sleepy his actions lacked the usual urgent, predatory need that so often defined their encounters. Instead he was almost lazy, lying back and experimenting with telekinetically undoing the fiddly ties on her corset. Once it was successfully removed, and in one piece for a change, he grabbed her arm and pulled her down next to him.
"We're not in a hurry to leave, right? Arriskuan can wait." A few slow, teasing kisses on her lips and along her throat, he hoped, would be enough to convince her too.