Lady Captain Zâira (ex_zaira605) wrote in untold_logs, @ 2008-06-16 18:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | minulziran, zaira |
Enjoyin' yerself, lovey?
Who: a Baby, Zaira, Dream!Ecthelden, Minulziran
What: Zaira's still having some very realistic dreams, it would seem!
When: Definitely BEFORE all hell broke loose in town, and before the next log I'm going to post, too. But After Ziran wrote that note to Amrothos.
Baby: *big grey eyes**snuggles mommy and yawnsqueaks*
Zaira: *blinks down at the baby, and cuddles it* *can't decide if this is wrong or not, but... that yawnsqueak is adorable*
Baby: *gets all nomnom on where milk comes from*
Zaira: *smiles adoringly and slips her nightshirt down, to let the baby eat* *has already decided that breast feeding hurts, but is worth it* There y'go little one....
Baby: *suckles!*
Zaira: *hums happily to herself, winces, goes back to humming* *still can't remember giving BIRTH to this baby, but that's neither here nor there. >.>*
Echty: *stumbles in through the door, grinning like a fool*
Zaira: *looks up at him, beams a smile at him!*
Zaira: Ecthy!
Echty: *drunk as a duck on water**and smoking a cigar!**griiiiiiins*
Zaira: *frowns* *holds her baby against her protectively* Shouldn' be smokin' 'round 'er...
EChty: Oh..right..*puts it out and then nearly stumbles over a chair**griiins**was CELEBRATING*
Zaira: *giggles* Enjoyin' yerself, lovey?
Echty: Damn feckin' right I am!
Zaira: *grins* M'glad.
Echty: I'm a da'!
Zaira: Yes ye are, an'yer kid's as insatiable as you are. *winks at him*
Echty: >.> Can't 'elp tha'. Yer got wonderful Pillows.
Zaira: She's gonna grow up t'be as hungry fer pillows an'arse as ye, too, jes' you wait. *chuckles at him, then winces again, and leans back against her pillows a bit* *pets at the baby*
Echty: >.> *not sure he wants his girl chasing tail like her parents did*
Zaira: *thinks it'd be cute*
Zaira: *would teach her girl not to go whoring like her father did though. <3*
Zaira: *snuggles baby* She's got yer eyes..... think yer gonna have t'beat 'em off 'er with a stick, if yer wantin' her t'be different from us. *grins at him*
Echty: I'll be doin' tha' *grins and...falls off the chair, and starts to snore*
Zaira: *rolls her eyes and snort!giggles a bit at that, then looks down at the baby* Yer 'da's a bit of an arse, ye'll be findin' out, but we love'im anyways.
Girl: *coos, has milk face**burps*
Zaira: *wipes her clean with a bit of spare cloth, and cradles her in her arms* I think so too, girl.
Girl: *coo goo**waves tiny little hands**blinku*
Zaira: *tickles at her girl, and gently catches a hand with her finger*
Girl: *laughs!*
Zaira: *tickles again, laughs ..... winces* *wonders why laughing hurts*
Echty: *groans on the floor and pulls himself up* *sits on the bed and grins at them*
Zaira: *smiles at him* Welcome back, lovey.
Echty: Yer two look beautiful.
Zaira: *blushes*
Zaira: I prolly look like mordor frozen over.... yer girl's beautiful though. *tickles at her again*
Echty: *wipes hair out of her eyes* Was a close one, darlin'..
Zaira: *frowns* ... Nar.... weren't that close.... right?
Echty: They had t'cut 'er out o'yer.
Zaira: *blinkblinks* *looks down at her stomach*
Zaira: .... s'why it hurts t'laugh.... *rubs at her face* how th'feck did I ferget that?
Echty: Yer were out for a good bit..
Echty: A good long bit >.> Almost thought I'd lost yer..
Zaira: *works her throat* ... least I didn' die...?
Zaira: 'Les I'm dead an'this is heaven.....
Echty: Yer alive, thank feckin' gods yer alive.. *KISSES HER. Sloppily*
Zaira: *KISSES him back* *doesn't mind that it's sloppy* *blinks tears out of her eyes*
kiss: *also tastes like ale*
Zaira: *sucks his lips clean. >.>*
Echty: *still kissing like whoa*
Zaira: *kisses like whoa back* *missed this* *missed him terribly...*
Zaira: *blinkblinks and breaks the kiss* *looks at him, all confused*
EChty: *cuddles her and baby*
Zaira: *wipes tears out of her eyes* M'dreamin' again.... Right?
Echty: *blinks at her, swaying a bit* No?
Zaira: ... M'not?
Zaira: *runs a hand through her hair... can feel that....* ..... pinch me.
Echty: *pinches her hip**gropes it*
Zaira: *can feel that too* *smirks* Thinkin' yer gonna need t'give me a bit o'time afore I'm ready fer THAT, though.
Echty: ..feck..
Zaira: .... sorry, boy....
Echty: *curls up next to them, and closes his eyes* Wake me when it's time fer feckin'
Zaira: I can do that... *nods her head, runs her fingers through his hair* Ecthy .... love yer ....
Zaira: Meant what I said... 'bout givin' up sailin'...
EChty: *yawns* Love yer...*mumbles about havin' t'piss like a horse when he wakes up**smiles a bit* Meant what I said..when I told yer I didn't want t'take that from yer..
Zaira: *nods her head* Compromisin' ... can do bit a'both somehow... *cuddles her baby to her again, runs a finger over her perfect little face*
Girl: *sleeping now, jus' like 'er da'*
Zaira: *eyedarts, lifts up the blankets, and tries to find the scar or bandages or ... some proof*
scar; *eeeew*
Zaira: *blinks down at it* *covers herself up quickly* .... Eew. Thinkin' only havin' one's a good bet.
uterus: *agrees*
Zaira: *pokes her belly* *winces* *... yeah.... definitely not a dream*
Zaira: *hugs her baby to her, curls up next to Ecthy, and decides to get some much needed sleep*
Everything: *fades to black...*
Zaira: *blinks her eyes open, purrrs a bit and goes to snuggle against Ecthy*
EChty: *not there!*
Zaira: *blinkblinks, looks around for baby....*
Baby: *still in belly <3*
Zaira: *rubs her hands at her face, and starts tugging on her hair*
Room: *empty!*
Zaira: *starts tearing up the blankets, just in case...*
tummy: *nauseous*
Zaira: *rolls off the bed and throws open the door .. ignores nausea .... damn it it was NOT a dream that time.... * Ecthy!?
Ziran: *standing there hand raised as if she's about to knock**blinks*
Zaira: *nearly knocks her to one side, fully intent on running after him*
Ziran: *grabs her with a sigh* Easy there, easy....
Zaira: ... It weren't a dreamn damn it...... It weren'... He PINCHED me.....
Zaira: .... baby .... she's got grey eyes, an'ginger colored skin .... I fed 'er....
Ziran: *cups her face* Dreams can feel very real...
Zaira: .... Let me go... M'goin' t'find 'im... prolly drinkin', were drunk last night...
Ziran: You're not dreaming any more! You're still pregnant, and he's still dead...*frets*
Zaira: *reaches a hand up, starts tugging on her hair* It were real.... feck.....
Ziran: ...Zaira..*steers her in, and sits her in a chair, then goes to make tea*
Zaira: *curls up in a ball on the chair* Don' want tea....
Ziran: *offers her some anyway**sits* Tell me about this one..
Zaira: *sighs, refuses the tea cup* Baby was hungry.... she's got his eyes... fed her, then Ecthy came in..
Zaira: Were celebratin', he was. Drunk as a lord. *chuckles a bit at that, notes it doesn't hurt anymore* Hurt t'laugh, er chuckle, er... anythin' at all, really. He told me I'd almost died.... had t'cut 'er out, an' I'd been out fer a very long time. *rubs at her face again*
Zaira: Asked 'im if it were a dream, after 'e were done kissin' me... made him pinch me... e'en the CUT looked real.
Ziran: *can see Zaira having to have a c-section >.>* *lifts up her shirt* The cut's gone, Zaira.
Zaira: ... yar.... don' hurt anymore, neither.... but... FECK.
Zaira: ... can't decide if I ne'er want t'sleep again, er if I want t'sleep an' ne'er wake up...
Ziran: *nods her head**Exhales* I sent a message to a friend of yours. Maybe he might be able to help where I can't.
Zaira: ... not Imrahil 'gain... boy's gonna start thinkin' I'm feckin' insane.
Ziran: Not him, nay.
Zaira: *eyes her* don' have too many male friends, girl...
Ziran: Fellow captain. Girl.
Zaira: *wrinkles her brow*
Ziran: Amrothos?
Zaira: *blinks!*
Zaira: ... why'd y'go an'do a thing like that?
Ziran: Because I'm at my wits end >.<
Zaira: Well y'know what? .... feck .. girl... like t'think we're friends an'all, but ...
Zaira: *rubs at her face again* Well it's more like I'm a boss er'somethin', I guess.
Zaira: I'm not yer problem, anyways. So y'don't have t'be handlin' this.
Ziran: *lowers her eyes* I can't help it. I want to help. Something about you makes me want to help.
Zaira: *wrinkles her brow, stares at her* Girl...
Ziran: *looks up at her*
Zaira: *was going to say something, just isn't sure what* ... thank you ... m'just ... really messed up right now.
Ziran: *nods her head* It's like..these dreams are appealing to what you desire most.
Zaira: *nods her head, willing to admit to that* Want 'im back ... want t'survive bein' pregnant. That 'bout sums it up.
Ziran: *steps back a bit, and turns her back to pour herself some tea* *and to also make sure Zaira can't see her face right now**exhales* I don't blame you, I'd want to retreat into dreams the same way.
Zaira: More want t'survive bein' pregnant, I think... *looks thoughtful* I jes' can't imagine havin' to raise a kid what's his an'mine, without him, too.
Ziran: *zips her tea* There's naught you can do about that, I think. The dead can't walk.
Zaira: They can, actually.
Zaira: But I wouldn' want that, not fer him. *shakes her head* Wouldn't be th'same, an'he'd be angry.
Ziran: *makes a protective sign and shivers*
Zaira: Not like I can work that sort o'magic anyway..... no big fan o'witchcraft meself.
Ziran: It doesn't tempt you?
Zaira: Cap'n brought me up not t'believe in that shite.
Zaira: S'posed t'run in th'Umbarean royalty, but I ne'er saw any proof o'that. Gran'da ne'er mentioned anythin' 'bout Gran'ma bein' able to, 'an.... well, me mam's dead, Cap'n ne'er mentioned anythin' 'bout her, neither.
Ziran: *nods her head**seems..relieved*
Zaira: *finally takes that cup of tea*
Ziran: I swear, feels like I'm babysitting you. *laughs*
Zaira: Kinda feels that way t'me, too.
Zaira: Can take care o'meself, y'know.
Ziran: Everytime I come by you're running out of your room screaming for Ecthelden.
Zaira: Well... feck, girl, y'aught t'know by now that eventually I'm not gonna find 'im, then I'll give up, get too feckin' sick t'go runnin', and have t'come back here.
Ziran: ....*rubs the back of her neck* I guess you make me feel useful and helpless at the same time.
Zaira: Can' help havin' these dreams...
Zaira: Nothin' ye can do 'bout that. *frowns, sips at her tea*
Ziran: There are teas that can help you sleep dreamlessly, but they would do bad things.
Zaira: Well I wouldn't want t'do that..
Ziran: Nay, we wouldn't.
Zaira: *sighs*
Ziran: Zaira?
Zaira: How d'ye feel 'bout captainin'?
Ziran: ..w-what?
Zaira: Been first mate a while. Know all th'sailin' routes? Know th'languages what you'll be needin', t'get what needs gettin'?
Ziran: ...Zaira, I'm not sure I'm..much for sailing any more >.> I know all that..I...*looks ashamed*
Zaira: What's yer problem? The eye? I'm missin' a finger, that sure as hell didn' stop ME from sailin'.
Ziran: ..corsairs picked me out of the water after the ship sank...
Zaira: .... .... feck .... girl .... *gets up, walks over to her, and pulls her into a hug*
Ziran: *hugs her back, trying to ignore the memories* They killed the rest of the crew they took out of the water, except for me of course. It was Amrothos' crew that pulled me out after they sunk the corsairs.
Zaira: *wonders how long it took her grandfather to get back, in that case, and what they did to him,and doesn't want to THINK about it*
Ziran: *sighs and leans against her*
Zaira: *works her throat* Ways back .... afore th'war.... corsairs attacked th'ship. Still have a scar on me thigh... *hugs her more tightly*
Ziran: I'm sorry...*hugs her even tighter*
Zaira: M'sorry, too, girl ... but I think ye'll find that th'sea'll heal ye better'n anything else.
Ziran: *shakes her head* It took a lot for me to sail up the river that last time. I'll..try, for you. But..
Zaira: Ye were confident on that ship, girlie, and looked like ye belonged, and were havin' fun.
Zaira: Don' let yer fears stop ye. That's lettin' th'corsairs win.
Ziran: The damnedest part is I can't stand having men too close any longer. And for someone who really liked men, this is a problem! *laughs, or tries to anyway*
Zaira: Time'll help that part.
Zaira: An' th'right man. *nods her head*
Zaira: Maybe e'en th'right woman.
Zaira: Might help t'get t'order 'em around a bit, too, but none o'th'crew on the Hope'd get fresh with ye.
Zaira: They know better.
Ziran: *chuckles* I always thought..I'd be able to handle it, too. And I did, for awhile. Until I was finally alone enough to really think on it, anyway.
Zaira: *nods her head*
Ziran: They were rough, and not in the fun way >.>
Zaira: *eyedarts* Maybe ye need someone t'be gentle with ye.
Zaira: That way y'remember that it's good.
Ziran: *nods her head* Maybe. Some day. *shrugs one shoulder*
Zaira: *tilts her head, gently nuzzles at her cheek with her lips* How 'bout now?
Ziran: *blinks**bliiinks* I...Captain..
Zaira: *nibbles on her earlobe a bit* Only if ye want to, girl, no one's forcin' ye...
Ziran: *racy moan* You're my..boss..
Ziran: *and not sure she's ready for anything like this yet*
Zaira: *kisses her cheek gently* Don' let that stop ye.
Ziran: *closes her eyes, shakes* It's stopped me for a good five years now....
Ziran: *thinks Zaira is right though, she's MUCH more confident on a deck of a ship then off*
Zaira: I ain' lettin' it stop ME.... *nuzzles at her again*
Ziran: ...................*throaty whine**okay. Five+ years of wanting something and then suddenly having almost literally in your lap...only to be not so sure you want it and VERY iffy about sex in general? IS SADISTIC**shivers against her but doesn't pull away*
Zaira: *maybe isn't thinking so clearly right now, either* *wants to comfort, wants to be comforted, thinks both can be arranged this way... plus .... kind of.... likes Ziran, in a more than lusty way* *nibbles at her jaw*
Ziran: *okay, maybe can indulge..a little bit >.>**tilts her head and kisses the other woman, timidly at first*
Zaira: *lets her take control of the situation, only kissing back after she's sure Ziran's comfortable kissing*
Ziran: *like exploring new territory that you're already somewhat familiar with**odd feeling**breaks kiss and shakes her head* Cap..Zaira..No..nay, we can't...*breathed all that out* Things will just become odd between us, and you don't need that with the skipper of your ship. *okay,is maybe afraid of this >.>*
Ziran: And I can't believe I'm saying no to this >.<
Zaira: .... Yer afraid...
Ziran: Of sex. And of you.
Zaira: That's a feckin' shame, girl. *lets out a long sigh*
Ziran: *eyes her* Baby steps. That bed looks very comforting. *steps out of Zaira's arms, and unlaces her dress* And I think we both need to be held*
Dress: *drops*
Ziran: *has one nasty scar underneath one breast, and assorted other scars attesting to a hard life at sea**does care for her body, very well and very obviously*
Zaira: *blinkblinks her eyes, running them over Ziran's body, then landing back at the woman's eyes with a confused expression on her face*
Ziran: *turns and walks towards the bed?**has worse scars on her back, from being whipped by the corsairs for being snarky and disobediant - and biting a man's dick off. Was sooo worth it though. And no one let anything go near her mouth after that!**asscheeks? magnificant at least?*
Zaira: *still staring at her*
Ziran: *crawls in under the covers* Are you going to join me, or not?
Zaira: *works her throat, and then pulls off her nightgown* *has quite a few scars herself, but most noteably the very nasty one that heads from her inner thigh around to the outer, and down* *obviously takes good care of her legs, at least, since they are nice and smooth* *climbs into bed with her*
Ziran: *shivers at the touch*
Zaira: *snuggles in against her, very, very gently*
Ziran: *returns the snuggling, and sighs, very very softly**closes her eyes, then hugs onto Zaira*
Zaira: *hugs back, hopes she doesn't dream about anything this time..*
Ziran: *drifts off*
Sleep: *dreamless*