[Yael] Fairy Dust and Magic Stones [Wen/Ze]

[Miss Chief aka Uke]

So how does it work?

Zekiel glanced to the woman before him with a blink. It wasn’t the sort of question he anticipated. To begin with, she had seemed only to want it for the sake of appeasing her fellows — which still was apparently a goal to an extent — but beyond that, he had gathered from the gist of their prior conversation that Wensley knew very well how fertility worked. And Zekiel-

Well, admittedly he actually was not so certain as he likely could have been on the specifics, which seemed to make it all the odder of a question to direct at him.

But perhaps she meant the gods’ will in general as it pertained to the instrument now in her fingers?

That was his area of ‘expertise’ and such an inquiry was surely reasonable. Unfortunately, at least insofar as it came down to precise technicalities, that was still a subject he wasn’t sure he understood in enough specific detail to give a full explanation on, at least with the given charm. As he considered, though — I don’t really need kids right now… — perhaps she only meant the question so as to avoid having it ‘work’ until such time as children suited her. And with that thought in mind, for all that he respected the will and power of the gods—he chose to smile and lead them some ways away from Madira’s earshot, listening as her door clicked shut again behind them before turning his focus to Wensley.

“It acts as a beacon for the goddess’ favor and a deterrent against infringing spirits or the darker energies of curses which might be working upon a body and impeding a woman from successfully pleading the gods for children. Keeping it on your person should suffice to benefit from its effects, though…” Now successfully out of hearing range from anyone but her, Zekiel offered up the thought on a light note: “Even if you managed to misplace it after soothing your comrades and kept it far from you, I imagine there is great possibility given the circumstances you have described to me that the goddess still favors you as much as she ever has, and any ritual with a suitable man could produce children as readily as you have ever been able. If your life is not positioned such that you wish to entreat for them…”

It was still something of a baffling concept to Ze, who found it difficult to see why children would not always be considered the greatest blessing—but he had come to understand at least that such was the case for some. Not ‘ready’ yet. Though he remained convinced that every child which did come into the world was intended, regardless of their parents’ mental ‘readiness,’ it seemed fitting to give at least a gentle warning.

“I would exercise all due caution in only asking the gods for things you are prepared to receive.”  

[Fluffesu]

The Only Black Uke

She had come into this thinking that the whole process of needing to visit a priest at the Sanctum was unnecessary. Wensley couldn't imagine she'd actually been cursed by a stranger with spirit fingers. She didn't think mainlanders had the type of magic that would render her barren permanently, nor did she expect her gods cared enough to punish her so long as she was not grossly disrespectful toward them. Her concerns lay solely in the knowledge that she needed her village to trust her. When she'd stepped through the church's doors, she hadn't done so because she thought there was something wrong with her that needed to be righted.

So it shouldn't really have surprised her that amulet or not, Zekiel would caution her against using an alleged curse as a means of protection against pregnancy.

She swallowed and twisted the trinket around in her fingers. "Ah. Right." The priest had never seemed especially convinced that any ill had befallen her, either, so of course, obviously Zekiel would agree that anything she'd been capable of before was still well within her realm of ability. Whether it was expressly wanted or not. It had been silly to even give credence to the notion that it might not be possible for her to reproduce by asking about it. Wensley flushed and muttered out a quiet, "Sorry," for wasting his time with ridiculous questions, she supposed.

Again, she felt the need to insist that she wasn't reckless, nor a complete harlot, and unanticipated children weren't a huge concern for her since she wasn't those things, but her mind thought better of it, and-

"I do not make a habit of bedding strangers I meet on the road or anywhere else." Apparently her mouth was quicker than her mind. "And I'm not so careless that I'm usually worried over what a man might accidentally accomplish if I choose to let him that far." It was around here that she thought that probably summed it all up. There didn't need to be any more said on the matter, and she'd maintained a fairly serious demeanor up to this point.

But as it turned out, there apparently was more to be said, and even though Wen knew before the words had fully formed on her lips that she already wasn't proud of them, they were in the air before she could help it. "Because really, so long as you pull out before the climax, there doesn't seem to be too many more precautions required."

She wasn't sure if she was grimacing- because how stupid, stupid, stupid of her to basically anything else; she'd got what she came for, and that should be it- or grinning- because it was true whether anyone verbally acknowledged it or not, and she shouldn't be ashamed of herself when she hadn't done anything wrong besides making a handful of too-superstitious people antsy- but her lips were definitely stretched into something, and there was no point in wishing she hadn't or trying to backtrack.  

[Miss Chief aka Uke]

“No need to apologize,” Zekiel began. “It’s quite…”

But then, she was off, elaborating further on the details of her intimate pursuits, and if Zekiel was staring, it surely wasn’t his fault. She really was a lovely woman, in a more solid way than many were, as if the gods had built her strong for some enduring task ahead. And her words seemed to come tumbling forth half of their own accord, almost before she was ready for them—in a way he felt he was at least somewhat familiar with himself.

Sometimes, the mouth had a will of its own.

…so long as you pull out before climax…

Zekiel hadn’t had a great many opportunities to blush in his life, and while he was familiar with the experience, it wasn’t something he felt often, and certainly not usually during the course of work exchanges. The creeping heat surprised him, but wasn’t unpleasant, he decided, and thus felt an amused smile tugging at his lips a moment later.

“ …alright,” he finished. “It’s quite alright, and…” Realizing that at some point his gaze had fallen to the vicinity of her mouth, he snapped it upwards. “Is that how it works? I’m afraid I haven’t had much experience myself, but it sounds as though you have the process well refined to suit your goals. If you are satisfied that you have gotten everything from the Sanctum that you came for…I can escort you back whenever you are ready.”