#bergen_county

Adam has the craziest dream....


He is a sidhe lord, more sidhe than any sidhe! He strides a walking miracle through chromatic archways


And exits in this room, his bedroom, but it is not fitting for a sidhe lord.

Is he dreaming? He feels like an alien being, a perfect ruler of whim and will. Regal and wonderful and terrible.

He touches his bed, and it expands to a creation stuffed with phoenix and pegasus feathers.

Adam, curious, lets his touch in this dream continue to change things.

He touches the wall next, and it becomes stone, no doubt crafted from the great mines of the silvergleam. Oh yes, he knows of places that were... and are.

And can be again.

And the Curtains, become expert parting tapestries and patterns, and the window as cut from the shearest diamond slicees... but the scene beyond that? A mundane neighborhood, all too merely mortal.

Adam turns back to the Chimerical in his room, enchanted, enthralled, appreciative, hungry......

His wardrobe and closet expand, shifting to garments of the like mortal princes could only imagine.

Adam gets dressed.

The room continues to shift and he looks in the mirror. His beauty is undenable. As handsome as he was as mortal, he is utterly majestic as sidhe. Elfin ears are exotic rather than silly, his eyes flash with a color hard to describe with mere words and an intensity that bespells. His hair flows about his shoulders.

..... and his heart hurts with understanding that this isn't entirely true; it is temporary.

The mirror in his room expands to full length. Is it not real? It feels real.

BUT! He enjoys while he can!

Perhaps if he changes enough things, it will be so. He moves...the bedroom now a prince's chamber. Yes, this feels right, more like home.

The door opens slightly, Nabuni looks up, "Oh.. oh my"

Better, yes. So he turns to the rest of the house, which can be fixed.

He grins at Nab, proud of the work done.

"Adchean" She says startled, "you are so...perfect." The little thing is but fluff and dream, yet has been a good advisor, a friend. He can reward her if he wishes. All things of dreams that are lesser than he are subject to reshaping

"Yes." Pleased but understanding. "Come here to me, and let's make things better."

He offers his hand.

"Yes, lord I... don't understand but..." She flies up and lands on his hand

And he can will her to change, taller, or a shift to the wings, why he could change her to a dragon if he wanted

He wills, he wants, her to be sized as he is.

And she shifts and gains in form and stature, perhaps even a bit of power. "My lord," She says now dressed in most fetching garb worthy of a consort and advisor. She is in his arms, but a few inches shorter than he only. Her tail lashes about his waist, "Lord, we are both MUCH improved"

"Nab...." He kisses her softly. "I'm dreaming and you probably know all about my dreams..... but..." he kisses her again, this time deeply. "I want you."

"As my lord wishes," She kissses him, "But this place is not changed, and your subjects await"

He glances away, then back to her.......and then away again. "Must I? Ae you say......"

He does not quite feel like Adam. Adam is too mortal...

"As you insist my lord, but it is daylight and... others are awake. You have me.... but they will know by the noise at least one makes"

A cocky grin. "I would have you, yes, and there would be noise...... but I do not insist. Only if you wish, Nab. And as you say.....my sub.... subjects? Await?"

"I think so my lord... " She nibbles on his ear, "You deserve this place to be a hold. "

She is right, a balefire of his own.

"MMmm...." Distracted by the nibble "Yes. Of course. Just now, though...." He worries her neck.

She may have advice, but her desire is stronger, Nabuni moans , and shivers and whispers for her lord to take her.

And he does, disrobing what little garment she has. His deepest fantasies now easily within his power, but he is not a seflish lover, she will know pleasure.

Adam is easily subsumed into this dream, into this fantasy, willingly part of this dream.....

With skills from a life of ancient times, soon she is writhing under him.... an interplay of bodies conjoining.

He casts cantrips to bend time and enhance sensation, she returns the favor with redes and gifts of her own.

And when they are done, after the first grand release, nude bodies on the bed, ready to go again...

A knock on the door, "Adam? is everything okay in there?" the Mortal Mrs. Thomas' voice. Odd, as a boy he'd be scrambling, but sidhe are poised.

"Warned you," Nab says Cheekily

He grins at her, and answers the woman outside. "Yeah, sure..... ok mom. I'm studying." He takes Nab in his arms again, ready to go....

He calls her mother, but she's merely mrotal and there's a new distance. Oh but he's fond. She has been kind in his past life.

"Well, open the door, I have some of your laundry and you have some chores"

Nab giggles "Maybe you should magic your clothes on "

"I'll do 'em! Give me a ... give me some time, mom....."

"Somehow I suspect you're not studying in there ... you've got five minutes and I'll be back. I mean it" And foot steps.

He mentally dismisses the mortal outside and takes Nab in his arm again.

"Hope it takes more than five minutes........."