because Gina's still off with the aunty brigade. If anything in your drawers doesn't fit, let me know and I'll get Brian to get it sorted.”
“Who's Brian?” I ask, as he corrals me back to the spot behind the weird smoke. The chair's been replaced with a modern easy to clean leather couch. One should never underestimate practicality.
“ Brian's a bit of a handyman, runabout messenger type. His role is just as important as anyone else's. Here we are all equal, except of course for me. I'm lucky in that I get the final say on things, but otherwise I'd say we're all about equality here.”
“ Don't believe him Deliah, he can't be trusted, he watches granny porn,” is declared loudly behind us, and I crane my neck to see Adam strolling into the room.
Ewan chuckles gruffly at the jibe, “Yeah? At least I don't use a fake snatchpatch to spank the rabbit.”
“God! Too much information mean anything to you perverts?” I object, frowning at Ewan adjusting foggers around me. “Do they make granny porn?”
He covertly shakes his head 'no' at me, resuming the concentration on his task.
Adam saunters closer, resting in a lurch against the middle pillar, “Ewan likes them crusty. The tougher the bird the harder they are to pluck.”
Ewan gives me the secretive wink, “It's called stuffing the turkey, son. Don't judge it until you've tried it.”
Ohmigod, they're joking. Sick fucks.
Adam joins the haughty wink brigade by giving me one, nudging his head to indicate Ewan, “If you hear squeaking at night it's not the bed springs, it's his geriatric elbow while he's milking the tortoise.”
Ewan stands straight after his fogger fiddling, to tell me, “He's trying to imply I'm old, at least when I sowed my wild oats I wasn't standing in a meadow throwing barley to the birds.”
Adam goes bright red, betraying the fact that he must have really done that. I can't help it, I start laughing, holding out Bella to him, “Would you like to stroke my pussy while Ewan gives me an education?”
Ewan howls guffaws when Adam shrinks a foot with his blush and 'I'm hiding away' shoulders.
Bella looks at me with indignation and I cuddle her back on my lap, “It's okay Bella, boys never do it right anyway.”
Ewan clears his throat, managing to finally look a tiny bit embarrassed when the shoe's on the other foot. Quirking an eyebrow at me briefly as if to say 'we'll see about that', he swivels to stare across to Adam, “Did you want something in particular or are you just stalking Deliah?”
“ I , uh, just wanted to invite her to join us down in the beer hall. It would be nice for her to meet the crew and you know, just chill.”
Ewan turns to me, “Well? Yes or no madam, the man's waiting for a yay or nay so he can grease his drinking elbow.”
“Where is it?” I ask Adam, who's looking bashful and cute with his hands buried so deep in his baggy jean pockets that he looks like a pogo stick.
“ Second cavern after the mess hall.”
“ I'll meet you there,” I say, watching his face erupt in a gigantic smile.
“ Great. I'll save you a seat.”
And then he's gone, probably to do just that. Smirking at Ewan, I ask, “Not his lap, I hope?”
“Someone has a crush on the new damsel of the Eagle clan,” smiles Ewan. He glances at the doorway where Adam left a moment ago with a fond expression.
It gives me that warm, aw, fuzzy feeling.
Yes he's tough, but he's also softer than a teddy bear. It's a tricky balancing act which he manages to execute with ease.
“ So what are we doing here?” I ask him, pulling his attention back to the task at hand.
“ I'm going to touch your forehead with Odin's ash and then you will get information in the mist from the connection the tree still has to our gods. The information, by rights, should be yours alone, but you are welcome to ask me questions or ask for help.”
“ And what does this mean?” I say, staring at the charcoal vapor rising up in front of my legs.
“
“Who's Brian?” I ask, as he corrals me back to the spot behind the weird smoke. The chair's been replaced with a modern easy to clean leather couch. One should never underestimate practicality.
“ Brian's a bit of a handyman, runabout messenger type. His role is just as important as anyone else's. Here we are all equal, except of course for me. I'm lucky in that I get the final say on things, but otherwise I'd say we're all about equality here.”
“ Don't believe him Deliah, he can't be trusted, he watches granny porn,” is declared loudly behind us, and I crane my neck to see Adam strolling into the room.
Ewan chuckles gruffly at the jibe, “Yeah? At least I don't use a fake snatchpatch to spank the rabbit.”
“God! Too much information mean anything to you perverts?” I object, frowning at Ewan adjusting foggers around me. “Do they make granny porn?”
He covertly shakes his head 'no' at me, resuming the concentration on his task.
Adam saunters closer, resting in a lurch against the middle pillar, “Ewan likes them crusty. The tougher the bird the harder they are to pluck.”
Ewan gives me the secretive wink, “It's called stuffing the turkey, son. Don't judge it until you've tried it.”
Ohmigod, they're joking. Sick fucks.
Adam joins the haughty wink brigade by giving me one, nudging his head to indicate Ewan, “If you hear squeaking at night it's not the bed springs, it's his geriatric elbow while he's milking the tortoise.”
Ewan stands straight after his fogger fiddling, to tell me, “He's trying to imply I'm old, at least when I sowed my wild oats I wasn't standing in a meadow throwing barley to the birds.”
Adam goes bright red, betraying the fact that he must have really done that. I can't help it, I start laughing, holding out Bella to him, “Would you like to stroke my pussy while Ewan gives me an education?”
Ewan howls guffaws when Adam shrinks a foot with his blush and 'I'm hiding away' shoulders.
Bella looks at me with indignation and I cuddle her back on my lap, “It's okay Bella, boys never do it right anyway.”
Ewan clears his throat, managing to finally look a tiny bit embarrassed when the shoe's on the other foot. Quirking an eyebrow at me briefly as if to say 'we'll see about that', he swivels to stare across to Adam, “Did you want something in particular or are you just stalking Deliah?”
“ I , uh, just wanted to invite her to join us down in the beer hall. It would be nice for her to meet the crew and you know, just chill.”
Ewan turns to me, “Well? Yes or no madam, the man's waiting for a yay or nay so he can grease his drinking elbow.”
“Where is it?” I ask Adam, who's looking bashful and cute with his hands buried so deep in his baggy jean pockets that he looks like a pogo stick.
“ Second cavern after the mess hall.”
“ I'll meet you there,” I say, watching his face erupt in a gigantic smile.
“ Great. I'll save you a seat.”
And then he's gone, probably to do just that. Smirking at Ewan, I ask, “Not his lap, I hope?”
“Someone has a crush on the new damsel of the Eagle clan,” smiles Ewan. He glances at the doorway where Adam left a moment ago with a fond expression.
It gives me that warm, aw, fuzzy feeling.
Yes he's tough, but he's also softer than a teddy bear. It's a tricky balancing act which he manages to execute with ease.
“ So what are we doing here?” I ask him, pulling his attention back to the task at hand.
“ I'm going to touch your forehead with Odin's ash and then you will get information in the mist from the connection the tree still has to our gods. The information, by rights, should be yours alone, but you are welcome to ask me questions or ask for help.”
“ And what does this mean?” I say, staring at the charcoal vapor rising up in front of my legs.
“
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