Ozma (boyprincessofoz) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2020-03-17 18:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | elsa of arendelle, ozma |
Who: Ozma and Elsa
What: Talking and comforting
When: Last month
Where: Ozma's house
Rating/Warnings: Mediumhigh - innuendo heavy
Status: Complete when posted
It was good timing, really, visiting Ozma. While Elsa knew she needed to contact her therapist, she really just wanted a friend. Having her memories of her capture and torment return had been an unpleasant experience.
A part of her was a little bitter about it too, that in the end it had not only happened but she’d lost some of the good, happy things that she’d had in her life, and good happy things were generally a rarity.
Having such a huge setback in her therapy hadn’t helped either.
But she really just wanted a friend right now, especially the kissing and cuddling kind. Which was dangerous, because she knew the way Ozma’s heart worked, but loneliness did that to a person.
It was a nice house, even by Elsa’s standards, and she liked how isolated it was. She knocked and whispered to herself, “I wonder if I should build my ice palace and hide out there…”
***
Ozma had done a little bit of cleaning in preparation for Elsa coming over, making sure that all of her pets were not causing more messes or laying in wait to trip either of them. Lampy had been doing that since they’d moved in for some reason that Ozma hadn’t figured out yet and right then she didn’t care. She heard the knock on her door and went over to answer it, heels clicking quietly on the wood floor.
“Hey gorgeous.” She said opening the door and giving her ex girlfriend a sweet smile before letting her in and leaning in to kiss her cheek.
***
"Hey." Elsa smiled at Ozma, blushing slightly at the attention. She was one of the few people who she felt she could be more herself around.
Even if old emotions sometimes died hard. But it was so good to see her that she actually hugged her.
***
Ozma hugged her back tightly, rubbing her back for a second before stepping back and reaching for her hand. “Tea and snacks are in the living room. And I also have some wine if you want something stronger.” She led the way to the living room, decorated in greens and silver and white, and sat down on the couch. She kicked her heels off and tucked her legs up under her as she pulled Elsa down gently to sit with her.
***
“I’ll pass on wine, thank you.” It wasn’t often Elsa drank any more. It brought back too many memories and she didn’t want to lose control or be vulnerable. And those memories were why she didn’t want to be alone right now.
She leaned into Ozma. “How are you?”
***
"Tea and snacks it is then." Ozma said wrapping an arm around the blonde as Elsa leaned in. "I'm just tired. So many projects all at once and trying to find a new assistant all at once is more draining than I thought it would be." It was absolutely true. She'd somehow ended up busier since mostly retiring than while she'd been working. "But I'm more concerned with how you are."
***
“Everything is fine,” Elsa replied, lying through her teeth because almost everything was a trash fire in her life.
She relented, a little, “I just didn’t expect this time of year to be so hard. Flashbacks to … you know. Anna being estranged. Now new dreams.”
***
Ozma had a feeling that Elsa wasn't being entirely honest with that first response but before she could decide on whether or not to push the blonde was speaking again. Elaborating on what she was going through.
"I know. I wish there was something I could do to help with all of it. What's going on in these new dreams of yours?"
***
“After the whole nightmare wolf scenario, I started dreaming I was hearing a voice calling to me. It keeps me up at night, but I’m mostly trying to ignore it.” Elsa rested her head onto Ozma’s shoulder. “And my power has been fluctuating here, too.”
***
Ozma placed a light kiss on top of Elsa’s head as they cuddled on her couch, listening to what the other woman was telling her. “Dreaming here or there? About the voice calling you I mean.”
***
“That’s in my dreams. I can’t identify it. It’s just...there.” Elsa frowned. “It’s like it wants me to go somewhere but … I don’t think I want to go.”
***
Ozma ran a hand lightly up and down Elsa’s arm in an attempt to help her stay calm. “What does it sound like?”
***
Elsa shivered at the touch, and leaned into it. Ozma had a way of quieting the loneliness inside of her, even if letting her do so was generally a bad idea for the long term. “A voice. A woman’s voice.”
She lifted her head and sang out a series of notes. Ah AH ah AAAAH.
She half expected to hear the call in return.
***
Ozma shivered at the sound of those nights. It was creepy to hear. “I can’t say I blame you for possibly not wanting to go in response to that. I’d be running the opposite direction of wherever it was coming from.” She said, placing another kiss on top of her head. She leaned her cheek against the top of Elsa’s head, just holding her close for the moment.
***
“Oh, it’s not scary. I don’t think she means me harm. It’s … inviting, almost. But…” Elsa shrugged, turning her head and nuzzling Ozma’s neck. “I’m happy where I am. I don’t think dream me wants to risk losing all that for a maybe.”
***
Ozma let out a slow breath at that nuzzle to her neck, arm tightening just a little around Elsa to pull her closer. “All the more reason for me to run the opposite direction. But then I have to remember that I’m running in mine from a place I’m not happy to try and find one where I will be.” She murmured. “I can’t blame dreamElsa though. For feeling invited to find her but at the same time not sure you want to. If living out here has taught me anything - change can be terrifying.”
***
“Change is very terrifying. But I get the sense of… like I’m being called to a place I belong. But I belong with Anna, and with my people.”
It was all very confusing to Elsa, and she hadn’t felt that torn in her dreams in a very long time. It made waking up exceptionally difficult in other ways, too. No Anna or Kristoff to talk to about it, and not knowing what would come next.
“Maybe I’m overworked. The Queen spends a lot of time buried in work.”
***
“Maybe this mystery voiced woman will come to find you then. That way you can still be with Anna and your people. But figure out who she is and what she wants.” Ozma said, hand moving in slow hopefully comforting movements on Elsa’s arm.
“That is a trait of yours here too darling. But work is sometimes the best distraction from everything else.” She saw movement at the doorway and saw Billie doing his little hopping into the room, googly eyes that she and Chris had given him before Leon had moved away making a small noise as the club made it’s way over to the corner that she half jokingly called Billie’s spot. The club seemed to spend more time there than anywhere else in the house.
***
Elsa pouted at Ozma calling her a work-aholic. She did have a fantastic pout that could get her almost anything she wanted from some people. A dangerous weapon.
“What’s he doing?”
***
Ozma buried her face against Elsa’s hair at that pout, knowing she was weak to it even as a part of her found it amusing and was trying not to laugh. “That’s cheating you know.” She muttered before lifting her head back up.
“Going to his corner. He likes it there more than anywhere else in the house. I’m not sure why. Sometimes I think about carving him a mouth to ask why but what if I mess up? Carve too much away or not enough?”
***
“There’s no such thing as cheating,” Elsa retorted, stroking two fingers along the side of Ozma’s neck. “
She watched the billy club bounce around, “Well… Everyone has a place where they feel most comfortable and secure. I suppose even he does. But I don’t think giving him a mouth would be the best idea. Unless he really wants one.”
***
Ozma shivered again at that touch. “There is such a thing as not playing fair and you know it,” she responded, eyes closing half way as she leaned her head back.
“Plus he might turn out to have an attitude like Sawhorse and drive us all nuts if he could talk.” She joked, watching as the little club seemed to get comfortable in the corner. “Maybe he likes being there because he feels better protect the house being in the front room. You can see the door from there…”
***
A smile crossed Elsa’s face, and she lifted her head to stare at Ozma’s face.
“That might be a concern. I think it should be his choice, though, don’t you?”
She looked at the club again, nodding her head. “And you’re probably right.”
Elsa chewed on her lip, and looked at Ozma. “Does he need to protect the house from someone?”
***
“Definitely. I gave him his choice about getting eyes after all. And those googly eyes have stopped him bumping into furniture. I really wish I knew more about how the powder works...He’ll let me know if he wants a mouth to talk.” Ozma said nodding.
She hadn’t been thinking when she mentioned him protecting the house about who was in the room with her and she could have kicked herself for that slip. “No. There’s no one he needs to protect the house or me from. But...he started off as a protective tool so I like to think he still has that instinct in him. We’re all perfectly safe here though. I had a friend come with me to check the place out before I bought it and make sure there was nothing to worry about structurally or in the records.”
***
Elsa wasn’t sure how he could possibly communicate enough for that, but she kept that to herself. There had to be a way, and they’d just have to see.
She straightened, turning towards Ozma, “Sweetie, why do I get the impression you’re not telling me everything?”
***
“It’s nothing to worry about I promise. Just some extremely pushy reporters regarding my retiring and the projects I’m starting. I have a security system. And my pets for anyone who tries to force their way into the house.” Ozma told her with a smile. It was mostly true. There’d been some negative feedback from conservatives regarding her plans to start up a center for LGBTQ minors and their families but nothing she was too bothered over.
***
Elsa squinted, a little unsure but willing to give Ozma the benefit of the doubt. “I just worry about you.” She leaned in and kissed the underside of Ozma’s jaw. “But then, I worry about everyone and everything and it’s honestly exhausting. But I can’t stop?”
***
Ozma let out a soft contented sigh at that kiss, tilting her had back slightly. "Well then...I suggest we come up with some way to shut off those worries for awhile through distracting you." She murmured.
***
“Mm….” Elsa moved her mouth to Ozma’s throat, already a little distracted. Ozma always did make her head a little foggy. “Do you have any ideas?”
***
Ozma made a sound that was almost a purr at that question. “One or two. Should we move upstairs?” She asked, fingers trailing down Elsa’s back.
***
A shudder ran through Elsa at the fingers on her back, and she nodded, “Yes… Yes upstairs is good.”
And then, just to make sure she was absolutely clear, she lifted her head and kissed Ozma full on the lips.
***
Ozma kissed her back happily, pulling her close. “Follow me darling.” She whispered as she slowly extracted herself from the blonde and headed up the stairs to her bedroom.