Skye Date 2, Part 1: Surprise! We're Engaged!

Harper

“Way to go Scarlet. Ride that Mistress!”

“Tina, do we really have to dwell on every new statue I get?”

“Yes. Yes we do.”

At Scarlet’s surprisingly bloodthirsty insistence, Harper needed to put in a lot of effort on her hair and make-up for this evening’s date. It makes some sense, considering that Skye can’t stand her Mistress wearing clothes. Less effort on those mean more time for the face. And Harper thinks the bonny bunny did an excellent job.

At the bottom of the stairs, Harper turns towards the One-Shot Room. It takes her a few feet to notice Tina isn’t following.

“Thanks, Tina. I guess I’ll see you later?”

“No, dummy. Your date is outside. C’mon. Don’t keep the poor girl waiting.”

What? First time any of them planned a date this week that did not involve Daphne’s room of convenience. I guess it had to happen sometime.

The two walk out of the hotel. It’s basically the first time for Harper (outside of the one beach party they threw together after the first challenge). Nice sandy beaches all around. Might be a nice change of pace. Come out here for an early morning swim. Stretch the old sea legs. Tina leads her to the far edge of the island. A small copse of palm trees blocks the view of a lovely little sandbar jutting out into the ocean. Standing in front of the copse is an irritated looking Scarlet.

“Halt. Present yourself for inspection, Mistress.”

“I told you to...”

“Nope. Not hearing it right now. Skye was planning on springing this on everyone and we only just figured out her scheme a couple of hours ago. While she swore us to secrecy, I’m going to make damn sure you don’t screw this up, Mistress. So, inspection.”

“May I ask what I did wrong?”

“You didn’t do anything wrong... yet,” Scarlet declares, examining Tina’s handiwork, “‘Yet’ being the operative word. You look... acceptable. Would have wished to get you bejeweled out properly, but I didn’t have enough warning. Boots off. We aren’t risking you triggering her transformation. And, here, a gift.” Scarlet summons a big box.

Oof. Kinda heavy. Harper sets the box down, then cracks it open. Tina helps by adding the Zelda treasure opening stinger. Wow. A longsword packed in gemstones? “How much time do I have? Should I check it?”

Tina pulls out her phone to text. Scarlet scowls a little, then peers deeper into the box.

“Got maybe 5 minutes? Skye expects you there in time for Evensong, whatever that is.”

“Well, guess I got to risk it. I’ll be going...”

“Wait. Stop. Jewelry first.”

Scarlet pulls out a necklace and a matching set of some clip on earrings from the box. Latching the necklace on and fiddling with the tiny screws on the earrings, Scarlet soon has Harper wearing some proper jewelry. She swings the longsword around a couple of times, finding it especially comfortable. Scarlet gives her mistress a swat on the butt.

“Get going. I don’t want you late.”

Harper jogs around the copse of trees towards the shore. A large bonfire, unlit, sits in the middle of the sandbar, with a big table of food (that Daphne is already gorging on) to the side. And, standing in front of it all, is her. Wow. Skye normally looks cute, but right now...

“See, Skye! Told you you would break Harper’s brain.”

“Ms. Josie, stop teasing.” Skye pouts. Turning to Harper, she notes, “It’s time for Evensong. Are you ready?”

Tina

Eeeeeeeh! Skye looks gorgeous! Those earrings on her look so darling! They look so cute together! And they’re singing in that pretty gibberish. Cuuuute!

Skye

After some lovely singing and praying (though Harper’s voice is still too deep), Skye summons forth the magic to light the bonfire. The wood catches, emitting the same silver flames she used to start it for a few moments before the more mundane flames overtake it.

“And, with that, I declare the first O’Connor Family Full Moon Festival officially open!”

Skye beams at her new family. Everyone (except Indigo, who didn’t return Skye’s text) is here. Her lady future love gives her a side hug. Skye looks up at her. “Shall we feast?”

“Sure, Skye. Whatever you want. It’s your night, after all.”

Scarlet bonks Daphne as the two soon-to-be betrothed come to the head of the table. Ah. Daphne already ate all of her fish. Skye gives her a bonk too. Harper gives Skye a look.

“Well, it’s rude to eat before everyone else.”

“But it looked so good Skye,” Daphne whines, rubbing her head.

“Try some veggies,” offers Harper. Daphne gives her a very dirty look, but scoops some “poisonous green things” onto her plate. Harper sits at the head of the table and serves Skye her meal, which is sweet. Everyone is laughing and eating. The last beams of sunlight fade. Little fireflies soon start blinking their merry little lights. The evening is just perfect.

When it looks like everyone is just about done with dinner, Skye asks, “Everyone ready to dance now? I hope you all brought your swords!”

Harper pulls out her (new) sword (ooooh pretty!) and gets in the bonfire dance ring. The others are less enthusiastic.

“I got a spear and not great skill with my weird human legs.”

“Glaive okay?”

“Uh, I punch stuff?”

“Oooh! Does an illusionary sword count?”

“Yeah, sorry Skye, but I’m not going to risk stabbing myself.”

I should have thought of that. Note to self: make practice swords for next month.

“Regardless, Harper and I are going to dance. You are welcome to join us. Just watch out for swinging blades. We’ll have some dessert in a bit. We need to handle a few things first. And please, keep Ms. Daphne away from the crab cake I made for her dessert. I don’t want to bonk her again tonight.”

The perks Daphne up. “Crab cake?”

Skye pulls out her estoc and takes her position beside Harper. Josie hits play on the song playlist Skye spent some time curating on her phone; the rhythmic strumming of lyres fills the air. Then, they start the dance. Skye goes through her usual forms, the dances she was taught by her Moms. <I wish they were here. I mean, not here on the show, here for the wedding. You know what I mean, right, My Lady?> Harper’s dance is different, as expected. Perhaps a dance more typical of worshiping The Lady, given she uses a hand-n-half sword and apparently learned her dance from real elves. It’s beautiful.

Skye barely can bring herself to ask, “<My lady future love, I have a question, and it would make me the happiest person in the whole wide world if you would say yes. Shall we be wed now?>”

Harper looks at her, shocked. “<I would love to Skye, if you think we’re ready for it, but...>”

Scarlet

That oblivious, stupid fool of a girl! After all the effort Skye put in, she has the gall to say “No”? The nerve! I did NOT spend an hour arguing with Circe to take an early shift tonight just to watch Harper crush Skye’s dream. Why I ought to...

Harper

“<...we seem to be missing someone important. Unless Scarlet suddenly got ordained instead of just fuming like I screwed this up.>”

“What’s going on?” Josie whisper-shouts to Tina.

“No idea. But Scarlet’s mad at our other girlfriend.”

“Quiet. Both of you.” Dinah snaps.

Through the rapidly forming but still unshed tears, Skye realizes what Harper’s hinting at. “<The priestess. We don’t have a priestess. But I made the mithril dust. I can just cast Ceremony.>”

“<You are not marrying us, Skye. That’s not how things are done and you know it. Besides, assuming we get back home, how is that going to look on the paperwork?>”

Skye looks pensive for a moment, then asks, “<Then there is nothing I can do? But tonight was supposed to be perfect.>” Skye looks downcast, trying to keep it together.

Tired of disappointing her drow, Harper shouts to the heavens, “Hey, Ms. E? Little help here?”

Harper recognizes the answering voice, but it feigns ignorance, “Why, I do not know who you are talking about, cousin. What mean thing did you do to my sweet little cinnamon roll of a sister?”

4 voices almost blend together (most of them in shock) as Harper turns around and looks up. “Whoa, pretty.” “Am I hallucinating?” “So, Skye and Harper aren’t insane. Or, maybe I just snapped.” “Eh, egg sacs could be bigger. Can I have my crab cake now?” Floating above them, lit up by the rising silvery moon, shining bright in it’s fullness, is the one she was waiting for. Eilistraee. Her goddess. Seeing her, the real her, solidified that little nugget of truth. Harper owes the goddess her allegiance. She genuflects, sword point sinking into sand.

“<Harper won’t marry me because we don’t have a priestess here.>” Skye finally brings herself to pout, then blushes. Harper can already see the drow’s love juices start to dribble down her thighs.

“Sis, English for the peanut gallery, at least until we get to the ceremony proper. Cousin, surely you would honor your future wife’s wishes if I was to wed you, right?”

“If you actually approve of the pairing, outside of the circumstances of the show.”

“Eh, it’s probably a few decades too soon for either of you to get hitched, but what kind of love goddess would I be if I didn’t encourage you to make the elf with two backs?”

A responsible one? Harper thinks only to have the goddess intrude a thought of her own, <Seriously, I approve of you two. I wouldn’t have hinted at her to go through all of this effort if I didn’t. Now, grow a figurative pair and ask her.>

A quick twisting lunge later, and Harper is genuflecting before her drow. “Skye, I can never be truly only yours the way you deserve. The reasons why are behind us, watching. But, I would be more than honored to have you as my first. Please, marry me.”

The way Skye’s face changed from sorrow to joy instantaneously made Harper’s night, if not her week. Of course, Tina had to step in it by yelling, “Oooooh, now I get it. This is a weird naked goddess shotgun wedding thing.” over Skye’s answer. Harper waits for Skye to build up the nerve again, giving the bonny bunny a powerful side glare. Then, he hears her squeak, “<Yes, of course.>”

“Great! Wedding time,” the goddess exclaims, “Part one of any good wedding ceremony is: ritualistic combat!”

Daphne

As the other wedding guests act like proving that you can defend your spouse if it comes down to it is not a normal thing, Daphne watches with some amount of interest. How will her Beloved handle the situation? She is starting relatively fine, taking a somewhat defensive position before starting her dance. “So, Moonlit Dancer, how are we handling this?”

“Well, cousin, standard Full Moon Festival sparring rules. No magic, no armor. Just armed with a sword and a smile. I’ll patch both of you up after. Now, go out there and have fun!”

Her Beloved and her harem-sister line up with an appropriate distance from each other, swords drawn and held in a ready pose. With a mutual chant of, “<May our scars be beautiful,>” they begin.

Skye is a few steps too slow. That means Harper should win, as she gets her attacks in first. Harper is still holding back. Skye backsteps the first swipe with the flat of Harper’s blade, but the second swipe whacks loudly into Skye’s flank. Ouch. Skye’s stab riposte is sidestepped away.

Harper twists further to the side as she whacks Skye a second time, but gets herself out of position for her follow-up to land. Skye is not holding back one bit. Her second thrust digs deep into Harper’s left shoulder. The redhead grits her teeth. “<Stop holding back, my lady future love.>”

Harper charges forward, still trying to not hurt Skye. She still misses a hit, but lands the other swipe with the flat of her blade on the drow. Another dodging juke away from Skye’s blade. Another 50% accuracy on Harper’s hits. Harper’s next dodge isn’t quite successful; Skye’s blade pierces through Harper’s right cheek.

Spitting out the blood filling her mouth, Harper stops holding back. No more hits with the flat. Harper slices across Skye’s breasts, then slashes up. Skye wobbles, nearly downed. The stutter in the drow’s step ends up causing Harper to dodge a moment too soon. Skye thrusts one final time. A stab straight to the heart. Kill shot. Harper hits the ground.

Skye: +4 XP (Knocked out a Level 8 player x0.5 penalty [sparring])

Silvery light shines on both of them. Harper gasps, starting to breathe again. “Well, my sweet little cinnamon roll of a champion, you did well. If you are both satisfied that the other can defend the weak, we can begin.”

Indigo

Indigo puts the final strokes on her painting. A field of rice paddies, in full bloom. Delicate white flowers in clusters on top of the rice stalks, with strands of rice grains streaming underneath. A line of Japanese cherry trees, in full bloom as well. Little pink petals are added, adding the illusion of a gentle breeze. A final glazing of extra thinned orange gives the illusion of a bright sunny day starting to cut through a thin fog. And the entire thing is made of magic fox cum.

Indigo cut all of her paint with fox cum. A little cum for the main strokes. A lot of cum for the final glazing. It gives the painting the ethereal feeling. She stands back, staring. My best work.

While she waits for the painting to finish drying, she starts on the frame. Rustic cherry wood. No glass, of course. Defeats the point.

She places the canvas into the frame and starts to secure it together. Soon enough, it’s ready for display. She places the framed piece in the spot she picked in the far corner of the gallery. Nothing left to do. I hope I did enough. Time for bed.