[Wildlands] Heavan Crumbles (Illia)

[Luke Lammergeier]

1st of Spring, 512 A.V. Outskirts of Sunberth, early morning... He woke up all at once, as he was known to do. Luke had spent most of his adult life on the trail. Traveling from city to city, trading stolen goods and ambushing merchants. Because of this he woke every morning at dawn, if only to fall back asleep. He would of slipped back to sleep if it weren't for the birds. They were restless today. When you wake up every morning to the cries of Blue Jays and the ceaseless cracking of Woodpeckers. You notice when they grow louder or more frantic. If Illia hadn't been sleeping on his chest, he might of gotten up and started the day. But she looked so peaceful laying there. He didn't want to leave the comfort of her embrace. They were sharing a bed roll for safety reasons. If anything happened he wanted her close at hand. she didn't seem to mind and Luke hated sleeping alone anyways, so it worked. The only problem was their sleeping schedule. They would often be going to sleep when the other woke and vice versa. But thankfully she didn't wake easy, It let him move around the camp without bothering to keep quiet. He was even able to carry her onto Keetah's back when they rode, making travel simple. Luke caressed her silver blond hair. Watching her back slowly rise and fall as she breathed. A finger circling the spot where her horns came out at night. Eventually he tired and fell asleep thinking about her soft milky skin. His dreams, of course were about her. The nightmares of his past life took the night off to allow Illia inside. In his slumbering subconscious they were making love. Passionate and wild, her body was damp with sweat and littered with bite marks. Every detail strangely vivid, yet distorted as dreams often were. Luke woke with a start, heart pounding, his forehead and hands were clammy. He reluctantly lifted up the sheets and sighed. Getting up, he gently slid Illia off his chest, and went to fetch a bucket of water from a near by stream. He returned to the cave, pale and wet rag in hand. To clean up the mess he made. He thought "Wet Dreams" had left him with adolescence, but maybe not. Illia wasn't helping either. Her pale skin and pink nipples were exposed more often then not. Taking in the afternoon sun as she laughed and enjoyed his company. Completely oblivious to how bad it tempted him. It wasn't just her looks either. She accepted and cared about him. There was no hint of deceit in her words, nor did he suspect any. She was free from the evils of this world. New to being mortal and thus not swayed by the stereotypes that clouded the vision of others. He was comfortable around her. That mixed with her obvious beauty, made for powerful attraction. At the beginning of their journey he swore off drinking, fearing his actions around her. Now he was afraid when sober even. One day something would happen. But for now he would clean up his mess and keep his desires to himself. She was his to protect, not to fuck. And the responsibility of keeping her safe far out weighed any desire he had. Sunlight drifted in through the cave entrance, dust lingering in the air. Her hair caught the light and glimmered like wrought silver, Scales along her cheeks glimmering like gemstones. Her beauty put Semele to shame. Luke hated having responsibilities.

[Illia]

In the peaceful slumber Illia seemed to be trapped in, dreams of a past life she knew nothing about occupied her mind. Blurred faces that were distant, yet familiar, nagged at her unconscious mind. Playing like the light she could not grasp. Memories she could only dream of, locking themselves away every morning before she would wake. When they were gone, that's when she was met with something palpable. The warmth of Luke's body beneath her while she slept, using him as her pillow as she often did every night. A result of her search for comfort when dejection consumed her and the moon disappeared from sight to make way for the harsh sun. He was her protector, and one of the only things she knew in this new life of hers. The constant rhythmic beat of his heart, the lullaby that ushered her into the world of her dreams every night. That morning, when Luke moved her from upon his chest, the sudden lack of warmth made her cling to the still warm bedding. As if trying she were trying to trap the heat before it could escape into the cool cave. Unaware of the messy surprise he had left her laying in. And it wasn't until Luke returned from cleaning himself that she started to wake. Dreamy eyes pushing back the sleep that fogged her mind. She could feel his eyes on her even before she was fully aware of her surroundings. She almost expected his eyes to always be on her, it felt normal. Shifting where she lay, she moved from her stomach, to her back, letting a cool breeze move over her, and the warm sun further wake her. When it blew, her skin prickled. It was only then that she felt something she couldn't explain sticking to her abdomen. For some reason it wasn't completely strange, as if in the back of her mind, she recognized it, but couldn't quiet place it. She moved a hand to touch at the substance with the tip of a finger.

[Luke Lammergeier]

Luke moved quickly and with deft hands cleaned her stomach and fingertips. Not giving her the time to question anything. Acting with such smooth confidence had helped him with countless near death situations. This being one of the worst. "Apologies M'lady, I must have made a mess." It wasn't a complete lie so he didn't bother feeling bad for it. "Would you like some breakfast? We don't have much, some salted meat and bread. But it'll fill you up." He smiled at her, helping her up if needed. Soon, he went to get breakfast ready. Whether she liked it or not it was all they had, and breakfast was now. Asking was a small courtesy he liked to shower her with. They didn't have much in the way of gold or silver or other things befitting a fallen star. But he tried to be as pleasant as possible for her. It was hard not to be pleasant on such a beautiful morning. There was a crisp chill in the air. Beads of dew littered the forest floor, glistening like diamonds. Everything smelled fresh and clean. He enjoyed the early mornings before the Sun had a chance to fully wake and beat upon your shoulders.