A most cute, charming encounter in the woods (Drunk!Wally Darling x Fem!Giant!Naga Reader)
(Drunk!Wally wandered a little too far into the woods near the Neighborhood…He suddenly bumps into something reddish-pink. It's
a huge, gigantic serpent tail. He seems surprised, but drunkness
keeps him from being afraid. He hugs it.)
Female!Giant!Naga Reader (or Genderneutral, if you prefer. up to you. I shall write it with fem! pronouns, but you may imagine yourself as you, as well. ^^):
Hmmm? (She raises her head, feeling something touching the tip of her tail) A mouse? Hmmm…I could use a mouse… (She gets ready to strike, but stops abruptly when she sees Wally just blissfully hugging her tail. She slowly wraps the tip of her tail around him, in tilted confusion, lifting the oddity up to her eyes.)
You're not a mouse?
Drunk!Wally: (Just notices now that he is up. He looks at the tiny coil around him. He then looks up…And in utter awe…Curious (eye color) eyes looks back at time. He is in rapture at such beauty) Are…Are you a goddess?
Fem!GiantNaga!Reader: No…(she smiles, tilting her head) Are you a mouse?
Drunk!Wally: Hahahahaha! No! (he looks at his bottom) Do I look like I have a tail? (hips)
Fem!Giant!Naga!Reader: Hahaha, no. Are you a human?
D!Wally: Not…exactly. I'm a puppet-man…I suppose.
Fem!G!Naga!Reader: Hehehe, one thing for sure, you're a cute oddity.
D!Wally: (Twirls his hair in shyness, Blushing orangy-red) Hehehe…You're quite the pretty one, y-yourself…
Fem!G!Naga!Reader: (Just smiles warmly. She smiles as Wally yawns, rubbing his eyes)
D!Wally: Pardon me, my lady…I had a long, fun night…(He rubs his eyes)
Fem!G!Naga!Reader: I can see that…Maybe I can keep you company while you sleep…(She moves her face closer to Wally) You may even enjoy a goddess's lullaby… (She flutters her eyes)
D!Wally: (Smiles, blushing, enamoured and twitterpatted) Mmmm…I would…For sure… (He folds his arms under his head, lying it sideways atop the coil around his chest, an adorable, sleepy, blissful smile, on his face.)
Fem!G!Naga!Reader: Hmm… (singing) Heaven's gift to me, just the way you are, a new age child from a distant star…It feels so good just to be so close to your love, you are Heaven's gift to me… (She gently wraps a coil around his wait and thighs, in a chaste way, just to keep him warm) You are so sweet and pure just the way you are…Mama's previous jewel, Daddy's rising star, there's so much in life for you to see… (Wally hums in utter bliss. He can almost feel her voice gently vibrate on him) And so much to be, you are Heaven's gift to me…
(The Naga la-las into the night as she makes her way towards the Neighborhood. After a spell…She reaches it. Home looks at her with wary, almost angry eyes. They both have an unspoken conversation. The Naga understands that that tiny puppet-man is very important to that Home. She takes a bow and gently lies the sleeping Wally on the ground at Home's door.)
I simply wish to bring him Home, Madam. Good night. (She slowly slithers away to the woods. Home opened her door and gently takes Wally inside with her goo.)
THE END
Lullaby that reader sang in this story:
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Ever since finishing Journey I've been restless, without a creative focus, and without even many mundane demands since my kids are all in school now.
It's a real trip, by the way, going from a decade-plus spent as a 24/7 on call caregiver with barely the time to form a full coherent thought, to... a pampered housewife with few demands on her time.
I keep asking Sam if I should get a real job. Our "deal" -- which was only ever the deal that I proposed, and clung to, throughout those hard years when even being by myself in the shower felt like a snatched luxury...the deal was, that after the crunch was over, I'd get two years to write and market a novel.
Well. Journey took five years to write, and hasn't been sold yet. But it's still useful for me to be home and flexibly "on call" for childcare in case of illness or Sam having an out-of-town conference or whatever, and also I do still cook every night. I'm not entirely useless. Just...mostly.
One day not so long ago Sam came into the bathroom in the middle of the day, when I was having a luxurious candlelit bubble bath soak. "Should I...get a job?" I asked weakly.
"Nah," he said. "You're fine. You do plenty."
But I objectively do...not that much. I have SO MUCH time in the day now, I have hella time, and I'm not even writing. Journey is in the slush pile with Baen and I don't have a current project. I'm getting itchy and restless with it. It's like I'm retired at 47.
I don't have a conclusion for this. It's just where I am. It's not a bad place by any measure; no, I'm incredibly lucky. I've always been so fucking lucky.
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lights and bells wrapped 'round his ears and tail still couldn't combat how silly he feels in mr sacks' robe. he doesn't play the role very well, he thinks ... but it is the first time he's had the role reversed like this : he'd never participated before, in the exchange of gift from master to londoner, much preferring to keep to himself. now he's a touch more polite, where he spares himself from barging into irons' abode, instead rapping his knuckles 'pon its lodgings until it is forced to perceive whatever guest it's received. he already expects it to be exactly as bristled as it is, by time it does.
"ho ho ho." his voice is so deadpanned, one would expect him to be quite the scrooge in presentation. actually, looking a little too close into his eyes, there's not a lot of light there. he sort of looks like he wants to die. did wines pass this robe onto him because it just didn't want to do this today? "you do this every year with notable londoners? really? please kill me. i'm no longer asking."
@londonfallen / mr irons.
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