Adam Jenkins (findingmiami) wrote in olympian_rewind, @ 2009-06-29 20:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | adam jenkins, polyhymnia, shiri eneas |
Who: Adam and Shiri/Polyhymnia
What: Gift Giving
Where: Adam's (and Shiri's) House
When: Sunday, June 28th, after this scene.
Warnings: Bare chest? Nothing really.
The bedroom had been cleaned up, the doors from the closet taken away. The tracks were removed, leaving it clear to look mostly as though this was as it had always been. Inside the closet, Alana had used a sheet to build a fake barrier between the two halves. She'd given Adam a bit of an odd look as he pondered how to do that, not understanding why he wanted to separate closets, but once the problem was proposed, Alana had seen a solution and gone with it. The cloth was heavy, and actually one of the rarely used floor coverings for when Adam painted. Small nails had pulled it taunt across the space, and made a well enough wall. She'd taken off, leaving Adam to twitch the curtains in the proper set up for Shiri's return. Closed on the side with the clothes, clasped into 'columns' on the open side. He'd moved his altar and other priestly items into the cleared side, stepping back to see how they looked. He nodded, satisfied. It was like the altar and all it's contents were being framed by the cloth columns, creating a bit more of a sacred alcove within the area.
Now came the next step. He glanced to his watch, wondering how much time he had before his girlfriend and muse would return. It could be any moment, though he hoped there was enough to prepare the next bit. Anything sitting out in the open was tucked into a shelf, anything that could easily be moved out of the way was moved to a spare room. It left the bedroom looking bare, ready for something. He tucked various colors of paints to the far side of the bed, on hand from the murals that were getting painted in other parts of the house. Sheets and a roll of plastic was set to the side as well, along with a variety of brushes. She wouldn't see them when she first walked in, but they would quickly come into reach. That may end up being critical...
Was that everything? He looked around, checking that what he needed was there, before moving into the kitchen. The coffee he'd brewed earlier was almost entirely gone, and what was left was cold. It went down the drain, the evidence of it washed away before setting about looking for lunch. Hopefully they still had enough deli meat.
Shiri breezed through the front door to their shared house, chucking her duffle bag with her work clothes and yoga mat carelessly where ever it landed. She didn't especially care where it fell, she would deal with it later, but as it tumbled to the ground so did her annoyance that she had had to cover for the other yoga instructor at that private gym. The extra money wasn't enough of a consolation when she despised work encroaching on her late morning and early afternoons.
But with the bag out of her hand, her annoyance was gone. Her pleasant mood returned to her as she smoothed out her long and fitted pastel blue dress and looked around the house for her mortal. "Adam? Where are you?" With a few more steps, she called out again, "Marco!"
"Polo!" Adam called back from his spot in the kitchen, grinning as he did so and looking up from the bowl of Cheetos that were disappearing before him. A single napkin was also at the side of the comic he was going through, to keep cheese covered fingers from touching the pages. It was either that or his jeans. He stood up as he heard her start to approach, ready to greet her properly.
Ah, there he was. Shiri found herself unconsciously walking faster to him before throwing her arms around him in greeting. Only after hugging him did she take a step back and look down at the cheetos, "Is this the lunch you make when I do not cook for you?"
He returned the hug in kind, and gave her a kiss on top of her head before she pulled away. He followed her look to the food, and blinked. "No, I had a sandwich earlier." He glanced back to her. "Do you want anything?"
She would probably be ravenous soon enough but her body was still on a rush from hours of mediative yoga. "No. Not right now." With a smile, she traced his face before boosting herself up on the table to sit. "The only thing I really want is Nancy not to have 'personal issues' tomorrow. I do not like her classes."
"Oh?" Adam lifted the bowl to offer her some of his junk food. "What was wrong with them?"
Shiri couldn't help herself. Maybe it was her need for food after physical activity or maybe it was just the novelty of how very orange her fingers could become from eating them, but she couldn't resist. "They are... how to explain. Hmmm, a more impatient bunch."
The mortal shrugged. "They just need more practice with you," he answered. She could have what she wanted of what was left, since he was down to just snacking. "The point is to slow down, isn't it?"
"Yes. I think they are doing it for fitness or something." Shiri rolled her eyes in silent 'whatever' to the whole lot of them as she took the moment to lick her fingers clean, "And I dislike the time slot even more than the people."
He kissed her forehead again. "We'll make the most of it. It's not all the time." And it gave him a free morning to take care of a project. He as glad for that.
"It better not be all the time," Shiri pushed the snack bowl away from her and then wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Now if only she could figure out how telepathic mind controlled worked... then she could get him to carry her.
Automatically he stepped closer to her, narrowing the disance between them and resting his hands on her hips. It was a normal, comfortable position. "Anything else happen today?"
Close enough. Shiri rested her head against his shoulder. "No. The whole day was too full of yoga and riding for anything else to happen today."
Adam began to rub her back, then shifted to lift her up and begin to carry her. She seemed a bit tired, and perhaps being curled up in bed would be helpful...
Curling up in bed couldn't hurt. Shiri hid her smile against his shoulder as she felt more than watched him bring her to their bedroom. She knew how it felt to be carried there and the path very well by now, how her weight was balanced in his arms with each step and how many he had to take. Only when they entered the room did she pay attention to anything with any focus again... Her eyes widened out the bare look of their bedroom and she turned them to Adam, "What are you planning?" Bare bedroom always meant plotting on his part, but it didn't seem bare enough for it to be a playful prison.
And a playful prison was also something he would discuss with her first. It was best not to do something of that nature and have it be a surprise. He shifted, and turned to direct her attention to the curtains were closet doors have been before. Closed on one side to hide the clothes, open to bear the altar on the other. Slowly, he started to lower her feet to the ground. He wanted her standing. "Just a little project..."
As soon as her feet touched the ground she slowly stepped away from him to the alcove. Even before her feet touched she was making the forward motion as if stepping down from the air to the solid floors below. Just a little project? Shiri reached out and touched the cloth columns softly as she looked down to the small altar he had built her nestled inside. Her sweet, wonderful priest. A smile lit her face even though she didn't completely turn to face him. She did, however, motion for him to come closer to her.
That was a good reaction. He grinned a bit at it, and moved closer as requested, but before she could say or do anything more, he moved to bend to one knee, ducking his head down in prayer. For a moment, he was quiet, before starting to speak softly. "[My goddess, I ask that you bless me.] Grant to me the inspiration that I might truly dedicate this space to you and to the honor of your name."
Shiri froze in place for a moment as she looked down at him on bent knee. Even before a thought crossed her mind, she watched herself reach out to him and cup his face with one of her hands, softly caressing him as she listened to his prayer. Her own heart beat seemed to echo in her ears... By all that was good, Adam was a wonderful priest. Her smile grew more and more thoughtful as she considered him in the moment of silence. He wanted the inspiration to dedicate this space? That she could give him. Her glamour slipped away from her replacing the Hazara appearence of Shiri Eneas with that of Polyhymnia's true Grecian but Albinoed one. All she wondered was if he could take the thought, the image from her mind. It would be an experiment and so she leaned down to place her forehead against his. "[You are blessed many times over, my faithful priest.]" Only then did she allow her inspiration to flood him.
The priest's own eyes closed as she touched her forehead to his. He calmed himself, breathing deeply to focus only on her, so that his actions would truly be for his goddess. So that it would truly be an act out of love for her, and not something of his own thoughts and pride. He let himself be still, to listen to the inspiration that was given to him, and to truly hand himself over to it. How long he stayed there, letting it soak in, letting the ideas form and make themselves into what they wished, was unknown. Once they seemed to settle though, to decide, he knew what it was that would be made out of the space, out of the alcove as well as the room as a whole. Giving the tiniest of nods, he whispered, "[Thank you, my beautiful goddess.]" Only then did he pull away, rolling to his feet and stripping off his shirt as he headed toward the paints stored on the other side of the bed. The shirt was lost to the floor, the lids pried off, and the variety of brushes only briefly inspected. He knew what he would do, he knew how he would do it, and as a man on a true mission, he would not be slowed or distracted. He was a priest, inspired.
And she was a goddess, enraptured. She had felt his desire for it to be an act of love for her. She had felt him being still, listening and, most importantly, handing himself over as her power washed over him and their minds touched. It was his dedicating himself and giving himself to her desires and such a holy task that made every cell in her body come to life and flood her senses with a hidden song of joy and power and strength. The last of her rational thought brought her to the bed where she sat and watched him. His every action was worship, his task to make her a dedicated place... She felt like she was in the middle of a hurricane of her own making. A storm she was quite pleased to be within, "[You are welcome, my priest. I will always answer your prayers.]"
Summary: Adam makes his gift to his goddess.