A fic for SASKIA <3
In apology for b.day oversight and in belated celebration of my Saskia, I present to you a fic:
Bouncy - Blue (all colours) - Unicorn - Dream Wizard
*looks up* I think I covered all those *smug smile* there's even a pretty little (work safe) illustration! (taken from google 'cause I'm not that clever lol) story turned out all mellow and dreamy. A warm fuzzy snuggle.
SASKIA - I hope you like
Title : a Familiar for a Mage
Wordcount : 1834
Comment : Warm Fluffy Fuzzies
Sinking down in the bath Sandor breathed deep of the Lavender and Chamomile bubbles. Heaven. The candles at the bath rim flickered soothingly and the throbbing voice singing from his stereo was wonderful. Chocolate melted on his tongue and at this moment his birthday was everything he could wish it.
He was reluctant to get out of the bath, half dozing as he towelled dry, blew out candles and drained the bath. The excitement of his new apartment was still fresh as he passed into the living room to halt the cd and switch off the light. He’d yet to decorate the bedroom but his big old bed was assembled and the soft mattress called to him. The new bedding had been a special treat, deep colours made the carved wooden frame majestic. Midnight blue velvet with a hint of silver stars, cool aqua trim with fine silver filigree swirls.
Sliding naked between fresh laundered sheets brought a sensual hum to his throat. Company would be the only improvement to the night. Closing his eyes he savoured the fresh smell lingering on the sheets, the soothing scents adopted by his skin. Dreams would be good tonight. His training was now complete. Anticipation tingled up his spine, he’d known the interruption of dreams and stolen sketchy landscapes, but chances were he could now control these worlds. Bring solace and lightness to those troubled. Glimpse happiness and swim in the oceans of the moon.
Sandor would love to link his soul. His teacher was firm bound and spoke with wonder of the link and special closeness to another. The love between him and his husband was evident in everything; each look, every lingering smile. Such connection was rare, it sizzled between them, the power beyond even an eclipse. Dropping a hand down his torso Sandor drifted into sleep stroking the tattoo at his navel. An ornate mystic moon.
Chalking wards had been a wise precaution. Sandor’s apartment block was full and many heads now hit their pillows. Choosing the waning moon to start his tenement lowered the moons power, lowered his abilities and lowered the thrall of hypnotic dreams. He remembered the bright spark of blue gems, his near neighbours eyes twinkling with fun as he’d helped him move a box. Loud cheerful dance music blasting from an open door, flipping to a folksy ballad and a hooded head bopping along to each.
Dreams soon sucked him in. Bright flashes of jagged colour and darker more intense edges. Worry, joy and saucy thoughts rushed fleeting through his head with lack of form. A meadow spread in front of him, wild flowers and the distant swell of ocean. Clear blue sky falling to the darker blue of the sea, a thin white line of foam horses leaping onto shore.
Sandor had practiced landscapes in his own dreams. Building meadows and deserts, colouring in flowers or tranquil sea. Everything was more vivid here, no boring monochrome detail, whomever’s dream this was saw vibrant active life. There was no silence, no dark patches; the scene was fully realised, bird song or bee buzz hard to place but waves crashed and the wind blew a teasing breeze.
Strolling the field Sandor watched curious as the sky darkened. Bright clear blue blurring into silver grey, hazy mauve then the deep blanketing azure of the night sky with sequinned shine of stars. The ocean darkened to mysterious unknown depths, the breaking foam more startling for the contrast. The moon looked down, a curve of ancient power, seeing all and telling nought.
Testing his skill Sandor made his mark on the landscape. Grew a Cherry Blossom tree that blew confetti far. Trumpeting stirred him, drew him from the ivy twisted bark. A horse, escaping from the shore. Pure white, mane and tail foaming out in disarray. Sand scattered as the creature danced. Hoofs a drum roll as it flew on across the field. Dancing. It’s joy apparent, snickering with human mirth.
The horse circled the tree. Sniffed it’s blooms. Caught flowers in it’s hair and cantered to Sandor complete with flower garland. Moon light graced fine equine features, displayed a horn, rigid and proud protruding from the forehead of the snowy steed. A unicorn.
Awe took him and Sandor reached to touch the prancing horse, laughed as it shook it’s head and snorted. He had the moons power, weak but greeting when he sought it. Conjured a saddle, leather soft as creamy butter, he eyed the horse. Periwinkle blue eyes met his, intelligent enough to thrill. The saddle was prodded with majestic horn and Sandor considered, his presence in this fantasy unquestioned.
The mythical horse trotted backwards, away, poising in the moonlight, using the silver light to best effect, pirouetting to show it’s shimmering flanks. Rearing on hind legs he displayed his best heraldic form. It was a he. A proud and flagrant male.
He preened under Sandor’s captive eye. Glorying in the night and the company with healthy self-regard. The source of this dream was no shrunken bloom, no tortured soul to save. Strength was evident in each waved hoof. A touch of arrogance in the toss of elegant neck. He was captivating this stranger, beguiling in his simple joy of life.
Returning, head bowed once his courtship had been done, the unicorn snorted, trumpeting to Sandor. Refused the throw of saddle, yet stooped for Sandor to clamour astride his magnificent beast, to watch the fields swing by. Magic. Flying. Well formed muscles flexing between his thighs. As perfect as a dream should be. This, this was what wizards strove for. This thrill and joy. Sheer exhilaration bubbling through his veins Sandor hugged his mount, enjoyed the breeze brushing his face, the views that fast went by.
Ride over they stood beneath the Cherry Blossom tree. Unicorn breathing heavy and Sandor flushed from joy. He stroked the nose that nudged him, laughing at it’s playful nature, awed anew by the creature there before him. So real and magic in this world. He dropped a kiss to a nose and got tapped by slender horn, looked into eyes filled with mischief and too much knowledge for so innocent a reputed fable.
Waking with a pleased sigh Sandor stretched, drew out the pleasure of his cosy bed before nature called, summoning him to move. If all dreams were like the previous then wizards would clamour for rooms here. Unicorns were a thing from childhood dreams yet last night; Sandor recalled the rearing horse the hint of promise and spice before their sprint, that was no child’s dream. The colours had exploded so vivid, a taste and sound as well as sight. He looked forward to dusk, to his next nights sleepy wander.
Throwing down dust sheets Sandor uncapped paints. Soft dusk blue for the main wall, silver sconces polished to a gleam, snow white candles waiting ready to rest there. Dark sapphire curtains with just a hint of twinkle would render his haven a dark and cosy lair. Cool pale blue for the other walls, creamy just a hint of colour. A brighter touch but soothing, nice for sleep.
‘You love blue’ Chirped up from behind him, causing Sandor to jump and laugh. His neighbour had entered through his open door having picked up the bags he’d left there. Dressed in old ripped jeans and a loose sweater splattered with dye and paint the looked incredibly appealing. His eyes dancing, pretty Lapis gems. His mouth a soft and supple curve.
‘Yes, blue is comforting, dreamy’ Sandor admitted smiling at his unexpected guest. He’d forgotten his neighbour’s offer to help until he watched him reach down for a roller with an agile bounce, offering a splendid view of firm curving rear. He winked when he caught where Sandor’s eyes had gone, promisingly amused.
‘I don’t even know your name?’ Sandor prompted and got another cheeky grin ‘Call me Blue, everyone else does’ was laughed back at him. They finished the room in record time, firm friends by then and scrubbing down met at a park for lunch. Blue had a wild and wicked humour. Flirted with abandon, was sweet and gentle too, he saw the good in people Sandor realised. Gave money to a querulous beggar turning rants to sheepish smile, gave haughty glare to pristine princess. Pointed out flowers and trees and pranced about as they strolled through the park home.
Everything a new and splendid wonder. A Cherry Blossom tree brought squeals and bounces. Blue catching Sadnor’s hand to circle round it, flowers falling, petalled rain around them, sticking to Blue’s multicoloured hat. Sandor got suspicious, he suspected the source of happy dreams but knew Blue could not know him. Could not have linked the tree with him.
Tools packed away ready for another room, Sandor shook out sheets and made up his bed with help from his attractive new friend. The day was leaving now, meandering into evening dark and nights embrace. Blue found and placed the candles, lit them with a searched for match. They surveyed the domain with pleasure. Sandor liking his new home and liking very much how his neighbour looked, perched on his quilted bed.
The first taste was a mutual teasing. It seemed fitting and right to christen the room, to drop heavy on the mattress. To bare skin and stroke flesh smoother, softer than the best of silken velvet. Kisses and hot wet breath were dreamlike but the reality brought helpless frustrated giggles. Half unpacked Sandor lacked some needed things. Blue chastised him, ‘no bareback for you tonight!’ with a knowing leer he run nimbly to his own rooms, returning swift and armed.
Hat thrown to the floor Sandor was delighted to find bright blue hair, rose his brows and rushed to discover more. A rearing Unicorn decorated one slim hip and Sandor lingered there before summoned by the slim hard cock. The colour of the deep nestling curls is secret for a lovers eyes, but mouths got busy and hands laid claim to finds.
Sated, cosy they rested after, wrapped together under soft fluffy quilt. Candles burning low and room a magic haven, sleep took them and there they met again. Impish grin and offer of different kind of ride. They flew the fields and wandered in the pretty meadows, rested up and woke to ride again.
Morning brought a burn at navel and Sandor threw back bedding to gaze in wonder at his mark. His tattoo had altered in the night, detail added without an artists needle. Within the curve of mystic moons embrace, a Unicorn perched with soft and foaming mane.
Blue smiled sleepily from the pillow, satisfaction in his eyes as Sandor pushed him back and kissed him deep. They played there throughout the glare of day, foraging food and returning to their waiting mate. That night in dreams of varied jewel colours ribbons unfurled and wrapped around them both. Held them tight entwined and bound them deep together. Forever linked a familiar and his mage.
x
Bouncy - Blue (all colours) - Unicorn - Dream Wizard
*looks up* I think I covered all those *smug smile* there's even a pretty little (work safe) illustration! (taken from google 'cause I'm not that clever lol) story turned out all mellow and dreamy. A warm fuzzy snuggle.
SASKIA - I hope you like
Title : a Familiar for a Mage
Wordcount : 1834
Comment : Warm Fluffy Fuzzies
Sinking down in the bath Sandor breathed deep of the Lavender and Chamomile bubbles. Heaven. The candles at the bath rim flickered soothingly and the throbbing voice singing from his stereo was wonderful. Chocolate melted on his tongue and at this moment his birthday was everything he could wish it.
He was reluctant to get out of the bath, half dozing as he towelled dry, blew out candles and drained the bath. The excitement of his new apartment was still fresh as he passed into the living room to halt the cd and switch off the light. He’d yet to decorate the bedroom but his big old bed was assembled and the soft mattress called to him. The new bedding had been a special treat, deep colours made the carved wooden frame majestic. Midnight blue velvet with a hint of silver stars, cool aqua trim with fine silver filigree swirls.
Sliding naked between fresh laundered sheets brought a sensual hum to his throat. Company would be the only improvement to the night. Closing his eyes he savoured the fresh smell lingering on the sheets, the soothing scents adopted by his skin. Dreams would be good tonight. His training was now complete. Anticipation tingled up his spine, he’d known the interruption of dreams and stolen sketchy landscapes, but chances were he could now control these worlds. Bring solace and lightness to those troubled. Glimpse happiness and swim in the oceans of the moon.
Sandor would love to link his soul. His teacher was firm bound and spoke with wonder of the link and special closeness to another. The love between him and his husband was evident in everything; each look, every lingering smile. Such connection was rare, it sizzled between them, the power beyond even an eclipse. Dropping a hand down his torso Sandor drifted into sleep stroking the tattoo at his navel. An ornate mystic moon.
Chalking wards had been a wise precaution. Sandor’s apartment block was full and many heads now hit their pillows. Choosing the waning moon to start his tenement lowered the moons power, lowered his abilities and lowered the thrall of hypnotic dreams. He remembered the bright spark of blue gems, his near neighbours eyes twinkling with fun as he’d helped him move a box. Loud cheerful dance music blasting from an open door, flipping to a folksy ballad and a hooded head bopping along to each.
Dreams soon sucked him in. Bright flashes of jagged colour and darker more intense edges. Worry, joy and saucy thoughts rushed fleeting through his head with lack of form. A meadow spread in front of him, wild flowers and the distant swell of ocean. Clear blue sky falling to the darker blue of the sea, a thin white line of foam horses leaping onto shore.
Sandor had practiced landscapes in his own dreams. Building meadows and deserts, colouring in flowers or tranquil sea. Everything was more vivid here, no boring monochrome detail, whomever’s dream this was saw vibrant active life. There was no silence, no dark patches; the scene was fully realised, bird song or bee buzz hard to place but waves crashed and the wind blew a teasing breeze.
Strolling the field Sandor watched curious as the sky darkened. Bright clear blue blurring into silver grey, hazy mauve then the deep blanketing azure of the night sky with sequinned shine of stars. The ocean darkened to mysterious unknown depths, the breaking foam more startling for the contrast. The moon looked down, a curve of ancient power, seeing all and telling nought.
Testing his skill Sandor made his mark on the landscape. Grew a Cherry Blossom tree that blew confetti far. Trumpeting stirred him, drew him from the ivy twisted bark. A horse, escaping from the shore. Pure white, mane and tail foaming out in disarray. Sand scattered as the creature danced. Hoofs a drum roll as it flew on across the field. Dancing. It’s joy apparent, snickering with human mirth.
The horse circled the tree. Sniffed it’s blooms. Caught flowers in it’s hair and cantered to Sandor complete with flower garland. Moon light graced fine equine features, displayed a horn, rigid and proud protruding from the forehead of the snowy steed. A unicorn.
Awe took him and Sandor reached to touch the prancing horse, laughed as it shook it’s head and snorted. He had the moons power, weak but greeting when he sought it. Conjured a saddle, leather soft as creamy butter, he eyed the horse. Periwinkle blue eyes met his, intelligent enough to thrill. The saddle was prodded with majestic horn and Sandor considered, his presence in this fantasy unquestioned.
The mythical horse trotted backwards, away, poising in the moonlight, using the silver light to best effect, pirouetting to show it’s shimmering flanks. Rearing on hind legs he displayed his best heraldic form. It was a he. A proud and flagrant male.
He preened under Sandor’s captive eye. Glorying in the night and the company with healthy self-regard. The source of this dream was no shrunken bloom, no tortured soul to save. Strength was evident in each waved hoof. A touch of arrogance in the toss of elegant neck. He was captivating this stranger, beguiling in his simple joy of life.
Returning, head bowed once his courtship had been done, the unicorn snorted, trumpeting to Sandor. Refused the throw of saddle, yet stooped for Sandor to clamour astride his magnificent beast, to watch the fields swing by. Magic. Flying. Well formed muscles flexing between his thighs. As perfect as a dream should be. This, this was what wizards strove for. This thrill and joy. Sheer exhilaration bubbling through his veins Sandor hugged his mount, enjoyed the breeze brushing his face, the views that fast went by.
Ride over they stood beneath the Cherry Blossom tree. Unicorn breathing heavy and Sandor flushed from joy. He stroked the nose that nudged him, laughing at it’s playful nature, awed anew by the creature there before him. So real and magic in this world. He dropped a kiss to a nose and got tapped by slender horn, looked into eyes filled with mischief and too much knowledge for so innocent a reputed fable.
Waking with a pleased sigh Sandor stretched, drew out the pleasure of his cosy bed before nature called, summoning him to move. If all dreams were like the previous then wizards would clamour for rooms here. Unicorns were a thing from childhood dreams yet last night; Sandor recalled the rearing horse the hint of promise and spice before their sprint, that was no child’s dream. The colours had exploded so vivid, a taste and sound as well as sight. He looked forward to dusk, to his next nights sleepy wander.
Throwing down dust sheets Sandor uncapped paints. Soft dusk blue for the main wall, silver sconces polished to a gleam, snow white candles waiting ready to rest there. Dark sapphire curtains with just a hint of twinkle would render his haven a dark and cosy lair. Cool pale blue for the other walls, creamy just a hint of colour. A brighter touch but soothing, nice for sleep.
‘You love blue’ Chirped up from behind him, causing Sandor to jump and laugh. His neighbour had entered through his open door having picked up the bags he’d left there. Dressed in old ripped jeans and a loose sweater splattered with dye and paint the looked incredibly appealing. His eyes dancing, pretty Lapis gems. His mouth a soft and supple curve.
‘Yes, blue is comforting, dreamy’ Sandor admitted smiling at his unexpected guest. He’d forgotten his neighbour’s offer to help until he watched him reach down for a roller with an agile bounce, offering a splendid view of firm curving rear. He winked when he caught where Sandor’s eyes had gone, promisingly amused.
‘I don’t even know your name?’ Sandor prompted and got another cheeky grin ‘Call me Blue, everyone else does’ was laughed back at him. They finished the room in record time, firm friends by then and scrubbing down met at a park for lunch. Blue had a wild and wicked humour. Flirted with abandon, was sweet and gentle too, he saw the good in people Sandor realised. Gave money to a querulous beggar turning rants to sheepish smile, gave haughty glare to pristine princess. Pointed out flowers and trees and pranced about as they strolled through the park home.
Everything a new and splendid wonder. A Cherry Blossom tree brought squeals and bounces. Blue catching Sadnor’s hand to circle round it, flowers falling, petalled rain around them, sticking to Blue’s multicoloured hat. Sandor got suspicious, he suspected the source of happy dreams but knew Blue could not know him. Could not have linked the tree with him.
Tools packed away ready for another room, Sandor shook out sheets and made up his bed with help from his attractive new friend. The day was leaving now, meandering into evening dark and nights embrace. Blue found and placed the candles, lit them with a searched for match. They surveyed the domain with pleasure. Sandor liking his new home and liking very much how his neighbour looked, perched on his quilted bed.
The first taste was a mutual teasing. It seemed fitting and right to christen the room, to drop heavy on the mattress. To bare skin and stroke flesh smoother, softer than the best of silken velvet. Kisses and hot wet breath were dreamlike but the reality brought helpless frustrated giggles. Half unpacked Sandor lacked some needed things. Blue chastised him, ‘no bareback for you tonight!’ with a knowing leer he run nimbly to his own rooms, returning swift and armed.
Hat thrown to the floor Sandor was delighted to find bright blue hair, rose his brows and rushed to discover more. A rearing Unicorn decorated one slim hip and Sandor lingered there before summoned by the slim hard cock. The colour of the deep nestling curls is secret for a lovers eyes, but mouths got busy and hands laid claim to finds.
Sated, cosy they rested after, wrapped together under soft fluffy quilt. Candles burning low and room a magic haven, sleep took them and there they met again. Impish grin and offer of different kind of ride. They flew the fields and wandered in the pretty meadows, rested up and woke to ride again.
Morning brought a burn at navel and Sandor threw back bedding to gaze in wonder at his mark. His tattoo had altered in the night, detail added without an artists needle. Within the curve of mystic moons embrace, a Unicorn perched with soft and foaming mane.
Blue smiled sleepily from the pillow, satisfaction in his eyes as Sandor pushed him back and kissed him deep. They played there throughout the glare of day, foraging food and returning to their waiting mate. That night in dreams of varied jewel colours ribbons unfurled and wrapped around them both. Held them tight entwined and bound them deep together. Forever linked a familiar and his mage.
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