[Toichos Kikkimos] Number 57: The Dreamhouse

[Lyr Tlansson]

It was a five room, cozy wonder. That was how the aedile had described it to Lyr, it was what Lyr had said he wanted, and by Jorel, they had both been right - if only there had been someone living there who could truly appreciate number 57's cozy qualities!

The outside of the house looked no different from the rest of the district. It was located rather high up the mountainside, which was perhaps its one disappointment for Lyr, who liked being near the Traveller's Lodge, but lamented being so far from the Scarlet Bath's.

The inside was still very rudely furnished - the ample amount of space still overshadowed the three inhabitants of the house, who hadn't yet had time, or perhaps the inclination, to make the place truly their own. It looked like the bachelors' pad it was, despite the presence of baby Rose and her things. The only other ornamentation in the house was a small glass statue of Carmelya with one arm raised sitting on a windowsill in the front room.

If one wanted to find either Lyr Tlansson, Kenkuroi Mithania, or baby Rose - this would be the best place to make the attempt.

[Ragman]

In Autumn of Era XIV PF, early Brightening

A sharp rap on the wooden doors of the Dream House would send it's occupants scurrying, being too entirely and horribly early. Should one open the doors, one would find a well dressed gentleman in his early forties. The traditional Secyclion garb was worn, the Toga over the tunic, though there was a hint of... make up on the man's face, the slight accent of the eyeshadow and nails much too well maintained for someone of his age, reflecting a glare from the Sun that was far too conspicuous. Even before he spoke, it was clear that there was something... not completely right about this man; like he was two sandwiches short of a picnic basket, or something equivalent.

"Chairete!" He would call out joyfully, in a voice two pitches higher than bearable. Placing one hand on his hip, while bringing out the other to greet the door opener with a 'limp-wristed-wave', there was a slight batting of eyelashes before continuing.

"I hear someone's looking for a domestic helper? Well... someone can stop looking because someone has just found him!" A short bark of girlish giggles followed by a toss of the ridiculously curly dark curly hair to mimic the frolic of nymphs in celestial waters... only... the eccentric man was so many levels detached from a nymph that the sight was just... revolting.

[Kenkuroi Mithania]

"You sleep like a Sequioa tree! Feth! Even, a tree is more responsive then you!"

That's what the elves of Moonwillow had yelled at Kenkuroi seeing as how he could sleep through the brightening and was such a deep sleeper that more then one occasion, the elves had decided to use a bucket of water to wake him up.

But it was all thanks to having to babysit little Rose for a couple of months now, Ken had developed into being a light sleeper, having to attend to Rose's whims and demands often at 'innapropriate' candlemarks. Therefore it was the half elf who had heard the rapping on the door at this untelathly time of the brightening.

Ken opened the door, and clearly his wonderful dream of swimming in a sea of tobacco having been disturbed was written all over his half-asleep face. One hand leaned lazily againts the door knob, the other scratching his red mane, further tussling his bed-hair look which just happens to be Ken's usual hairstyle. He was barefooted and still in his nightie; which consist of a pair of pants which out of comfort, wasn't tightened and left to hang loosely from his hips, revealing more underwear then necessary, and a sleeved, collared, unbuttoned shirt.

Bits of eye-crap, and also drool were visible but the half elf couldn't be fethed. "Domestic what?!"the youngster half yawned, half growled as he squinted at the man-woman..... thing.

"Who in Aethernia called you? Ah! Whatever!"

"LYR!!!!!" Ken yelled at the top of his voice, and knowing the human most probably won't get up that easily, left the door as he disappeared into the house.

"Get up you bastard! There's some domestic woman looking for you! Why the feth did you tell them to come here so early?" the half elf's loud voice can be clearly heard from somewhere inside, no doubt waking that Lyr-person up. Meanwhile, the sounds of a crying baby suddenly erupted, breaking the already not very silent silence of this particular lot.

[Lyr Tlansson]

Lyr moaned into his pillow, trying to shove his face deeper into its softness and maybe take the edge off the noise - and his headache - that way. But it only made him lose any ability to breathe and after a few moments he had to sit up, gagging and gasping, cracking one bleary eye open to squint around his room.

No... he definitely should have taken the ten room house. Feth it all! The youth swallowed experimentally, wincing at the dryness of his throat and the throb of pain at the back of his skull.

Kenkuroi yelled again, and Lyr put both palms onto his temples. "Borthanas." His tongue felt like a thousand pound weight.

Nevertheless, it was clear to the vagaran that Kenkuroi was not going to let him be - what was that about a domestic woman? Slowly Lyr processed the information, and finally arrived at the sign he had posted up some time ago and had, subsequently, forgotten. Had somebody actually showed up in response to that thing?

Making a supreme effort, Lyr stood, and rummaging under his bed withdrew a shirt and some hose. The shirt he put on, the hose he threw back under the bed, and after a few minutes of digging found what he wanted: a pair of trousers. Nevertheless he looked very much disshevelled when he at last swung open the door and shuffled out, running his fingers gingerly through his messy blond hair.

"Who is it?" The youth peered around Kenkuroi at the woman. "I didn't tell anyone to come this early... fething..." Lyr didn't finish, peering and blinking at the personage which stood grinning on their doorstep. Everything felt rather fuzzy that morning, and so Lyr at first wasn't entirely sure he trusted his eyes.

"Who are you?" The figure was so peculiar that the youth spoke and gave the Secyclionian creature room to come in before he had fully processed its dress, its makeup... its gender. "Fething Borthanas!" Lyr mumbled, wincing as the shock sent another lighting bolt through his abused brains.

[Ality Vera]

TS: Winter early brightenings, early morning.

IC:

For some unknown reasons, Ality had spent the last brightenings of autumn and the early brightenings of winter trapped in the very strange island called Sexylion, where flies mated like bunnies and madmen and pansies were everywhere. Case and point, the "Dreamhouse," home of Lyr, his baby Rose and his young lover Kenkuroi. Young male lover. Ality shuddered. She had always thought Lyr to be strange, but never that strange. And when she met him again when they tried to defend Sexylion from doom, she was greatly turned on by his manliness when he tried to protect her. Then when she met him again, she found out he was pregnant-- well he had a baby and he traveled and lived with a girly man. (

YouTube - Indian Thriller with English Lyrics!

) Which made her wonder who that blond chick was he was getting all cozy with-- yes Ality had been stalking Lyr.

Beggars couldn't be choosers, Ality told herself. This was seriously deja-vuish. She needed a place to stay before she left for Trysvale. She had not bought with her enough crowns to feed her and now she needed to mooch off another man. And Lyr was an old friend, an almost flame, and he wouldn't turn her away, now would he?

She knocked on his door and waited, hoping he had an extra room for her to crash in.

[Lynessa Fluersdotter]

Continued from here

Was that a knock on the door? Lyn lifted her head from Lyr's chest and looked towards the door. It would be a bad time for anyone to enter, it wasn't like she and Lyr were doing anything...now. Her clothes lay strewn about the room and all that covered her was the blanket on the bed. Was she ashamed of what she had done? Not in the least...ok...maybe a little bit. Especially when she caught sight of the silver ring on her finger, damn ring making her feel guilty for being unfaithful to her husband. Well...who knew...maybe Athan was doing the same thing. Feth, how was that supposed to make her feel better?

She heard the knock again and nudged Lyr, she didn't know if he was awake or asleep, being that she wasn't sure what time of the brightening it was. She knew that they had come from the tavern, "enjoyed" one another's company and then fallen asleep, the knocking had woken Lynessa and she wondered if she should answer the door herself or let Lyr. In the end, she chose to slip off the bed and since she couldn't find a shirt of her own, she put on Lyr's shirt, it was big enough that it hid everything important, but didn't leave much else to the imagination.

She brushed her disheveled hair out of her face and walked out of Lyr's room, she stepped around a few of Rose's toys that lay on the floor, not wishing to trip and made her way to the front door. She didn't exactly know why she was answering his door, but whoever it was could be turned away and she could go back up to Lyr, she didn't know if she was done with him just yet. She turned the knob and opened the door enough to see the fiery haired woman, which was enough for the woman to see Lyn as well. Lynessa didn't look the least bit shamed to be caught in Lyr's shirt because she didn't know who Ality even was. "Lyr's a bit busy, could you come back later."

[Ality Vera]

Ality had expected the girly man. Instead, she was face to face with a manly girl. Not that she was butch, just that she was wearing a man's shirt.

"Serale," she said to Lynessa, giving the blond female a swift glance from toe to head. "Lyr's busy? With that boy lover of his? Kenkoowhat'shisface?" Aka Girly Maaaaannnn! She tapped her bottom lip. Did Lyr the bad boy have a menage a trois thing going on? This would prove to be interesting, though this was definitely not the place for a baby like Rose to grow up in. Made Ality miss Klue a bit-- at least he was a decent papa.

Yet sailor thoughts popped up in Ality's naughty little head. Perhaps they could do a little better than menage a trois and make it quatre. The blond lady was pleasing to Ality's verdant eyes. Would loving a woman be quite different from loving a man, thought the curious ex-virgin.

"It doesn't matter." Ality shrugged, nonchalance seeping from every pretty pore. "I'm here to sleep, to eat, to rest my feet." Ality rubbed her belly. "Carrying the man's baby is a hard job you know." She sighed and kindly waited for Lyn to move away from the door so that she could take a good look at her new home, the Dreamhouse.

[Lyr Tlansson]

Lyr was content. He was more than content - he felt actually, genuinely, happy, in the sort of deep-seated way that stayed with one. He hadn't noticed the ring on Lynessa's finger - he'd been too busy noticing other things, and in any case Lyr hadn't had the faintest that he ought to look at her finger and see if she were otherwise engaged. He'd always thought Lynessa somehow "his" in Trysvale, and now, as they lay in silent satiation on his bed, he figured Lynessa was more his than ever before. Lyr had never been one for cuddling post factum, but at the moment even that seemed to please him.

It took a moment for the knock on the door to sink in as Lyr lay there, still half-asleep, thinking lazy thoughts about nothing at all, basking in the warmth of the female body pressed against his, without any thought to the worries and recriminations which Lynessa might be experiencing.

Only when she pulled away and rose did Lyr finally note the banging on the door. "Wait... leave it..." He mumbled, struggling out of the sheets himself, momentarily angry at whoever it was who seemed determined to barge into his little dreamhouse. "Oh, feth it..." Marveling at Lynessa's delectable dishabille, Lyr rolled off the bed and tugged on his trousers, not bothering with a shirt.

He stomped out into the front room still working away at his belt buckle, and only after he was already half-way to the door did he look up and - freeze.

Aeternia had nothing on this. Lyr's nerves twitched, and a feeling of imminent danger not unlike that he had felt at the approach of the Imperial Forces on the walls of Jaedaxia coursed through him. Ality and Lynessa - this could not be good. He leaped forward to the thought, which was but a weak palliative at the moment, that the two - as far as he knew - hadn't met and didn't know each other in connection with him.

Well, not that he'd done anything that terrible with Ality... but he'd wanted to. The red-head had a certain piquant charm antithetical, but just as appealing, as Lynessa's more straightforwardly feminine beauty. Not that Lyr thought about that right now. Right now, all he could think of was large warning signs that said DANGER and... panic.

He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say as Lynessa told Ality to come back. For just a hairs-breath he hoped the redhead would leave and the situation would dissolve into nothing. But of course, that didn't happen - Jorel was laughing at him. Mouth still open, Lyr helplessly stood by as Ality replied, first slightly puzzled, then cheerfully desirous to come on in anyway... for what purpose Lyr couldn't at the moment make out, and adding something about carrying a man's child.

Whoa.

And that's how fast things spun out of control. Lyr's eyes flew to Ality's belly, but saw no signs of pregnancy. Could it?... No, it couldn't have been him, since he and Ality had never (unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, given the current circumstances, not that anything could save Lyr's hide now) gone far enough to knock her up.

But whatever Ality's condition, this was a disaster. Lyr took a precautionary step backward, and finally found his voice. "That's... impossible!" His voice shattered and broke as it ratcheted upwards, in a way that would have embarrassed Lyr and proved comical to his hearers under other circumstances. It couldn't be his! Could it?.. Lyr suddenly found himself doubting reality, and ran a hand through his bed-matted hair as if to rake some sense into his brain. "Impossible!?!" He repeated, half denial, half query. Borthanas. And to think he'd been in a place of peaceful bliss not ten minutes ago...

[Kenkuroi Mithania]

"I FETHING HEARD THAT!!!!" came a deep, deafening roar from Lyr's 'dream-kitchen'..... in responce to Ality's "Lyr's busy? With that boy lover of his? Kenkoowhat'shisface?" statement.

The half elf emerged from the kitchen area, storming towards the main door where the exchange of voices can be heard. His left hand held a burning cigarette, while his right was holding a nappy - Rose's nappy - Rose's used nappy from the previous darkening to be precised - all bundled up and ready for disposal, except it was yet to be disposed..... yet.

Just like Lyr and Lynessa who had just awoke and was still in their 'nightie' (or makeshift nightie for their case), Ken was in his too, having just awoken barely more then half a candlemark ago to attend to a crying Rose. He was garbed in a robe, of elvish fashion, proven by the Mithania crest enblazened on its back. And because it had that crest hence the questionable fashion of the robe. It was afterall from the Moonwillow division of Mithania, and once belonging to his brother, or father, or whichever perverted elf with bad fashion taste, and now cladding the poor boy who had no choice but to wear it since he ain't got no crowns to pimp himself with better duds.

The robe looked more like a bathrobe then a proper robe. With its front demanding the chest to be exposed, and slits on its lower sides, to occasionally show off the thighs and loin area whenever one moved. To top it off, it was in bright pink, like, very bright pink..... with gold, glittering frills decorating its edges. A pair of dull looking grey boxers was the only normal attire Ken had, very visible from the crack between the slits.

"YOU!" Ken continued roaring as he took sight of Ality, the first person that caught his eye.

"AND YOU?" His roaringly questioned, as he turned towards Lynessa.

Ken shot a murderous glance towards Lyr.

That son of a bitch must have brought back one of his whores from the bath house. He's going to have to nail a notice to Lyr's brain later, 'No bringing back whores from wherever!' The last thing he wanted was to accidently bump into a nekkid Lyr busy making more Roses, like how he had accidently bumped into nekkid elves back home.

Turning back towards Ality, oblivous with Lyr's dilemma, Lynessa's presence and Ality's demands, Ken snarled, while pointing a finger at the red-haired girl with the hand that held the nappy, "For the last time bitch!! We're not lovers!! Why the feth all you douches keep thinking Lyr's happily penetrating me and I'm cool with it?!!"

Ooops! Wait! Did he just admit he was the uke or bottom here?

NO WAY! FETH NO!

If ever, ever, ever, EVER, they were indeed doing teh buttsecks, it would be him doing the penetration. Afterall, he was the dominant male here! Wasn't he?


ooclol. I notice a TS confusion here but hell do we care? XD

[Lynessa Fluersdotter]

Boy lover of his? Now this was the first Lyn heard of this, he had been busy with a woman lover, but that didn't mean that Lyr didn't have a taste for men as well, it was weird to imagine this, but she didn't really Lyr all that much after all. It never occured to her that the "nanny" that Lyr had would be this Ken person, she hadn't heard or seen Rose when she had come with Lyr and she was quite happy about that, she would have felt guilty and not taken that step with Lyr if the little one had been around. "Boy lover? Now that would explain so much." If it was true...

She didn't let the redhead into the house just yet, she hadn't given Lynessa a reason to do so just yet. Not until she mentioned being pregnant did Lyn react. With the man's baby? Did that mean she was having Lyr's child? Wouldn't be the first time Lyr had gotten himself into such a situation, just look at Rose. At any point, she moved so that Ality could come in, she was just there for a darkening of fun and she had it, no bother getting jealous of the redhead.

She looked at her stomach and smiled sweetly, "I should have guessed you were pregnant, explains your shape." Ality didn't have the look of a pregnant woman, but if she got offended then Lyn would know she was lying. She found herself laughing as she heard Lyr's cry from not far off, she waited for a thud to signal that he had fainted. She turned to call out to him, since he obviously hadn't fainted. "I think it's for you Lyr."

As if this morning couldn't get even weirder, a voice cried out from the kitchen in outrage, a male voice??? Lyn turned to see an elf emerge from the kitchen, glaring daggers at the redhead. Well, there went her theory that Ality was lying about the whole "gay" thing, funny, were all gay men good in bed with women? The elf was not only in a bathrobe...but a pink bathrobe. Gods her eyes burned from the sight, Lyn had always had a rather low opinion of the girly race known as elves, but she didn't need visual proof!

Kenkuroi seemed adamant that he was not lovers with Lyr, but Lyn thought he might just be in denial of it. "Me thinks thou doth protest too much." She smiled as she said this, this morning was becoming more and more humorous as it went on. Here was a gay elf in a pink bathrobe, probably Lyr's bathrobe, a pregnant redhead, an obvious manwhore, and a blonde wearing Lyr's shirt....Only reason Lyn stuck around was her clothes were in Lyr's room and she wanted to see how he explained this all away.

She looked around the room with a seemingly innocent look on her face. "So...foursome anyone?" It was meant as a joke, but being around a hayan so much in Ieffreon opened Lyn's mind up to opportunities...

[Ality Vera]

Ality blinked at Lynessa's remark about her shape and ignored Kenkookorea's hissy fit for now. Ality had been trying to put on more weight since her two era disappearance and had finally added more than just skin to her bones, filling all the right areas.

"A woman's shape," she winked to Lyn before giving the woman's bottom the eye. "Are you preggers too?" she asked, a brow arched. "You wouldn't be Rose's mum, would ya?" The two didn't look much alike... then again Rose didn't look like Lyr either, thank the gods. She'd be a pretty oogly baby, which didn't explain the fact why a pansy, a blondy, and a redhead were all after what was beneath Lyr's boxers.

"What about me?" Ality planted her hands on her hips and arched a crimson brow. "You missed me buttplug?" Ality blew Kenkookoreacookie a kiss. Then she rubbed her belly. She did say she was carrying the man's baby but did not specify which man. Hopefully the man was the ex-husband of her cousin and hopefully she really was preggers, but the trio could think all they wanted. Ality rubbed her forehead and squinted and then her knees buckled slightly, causing her to fall forward toward Lyr...

"I'm famished... and exhausted. Carrying a babe really drains one. And this island will be the end of me. I've no one left Lyr." Ality pouted. "Will you take me in? I've been searching for your house all morn'."

[Lyr Tlansson]

"For the last time, I don't do boys!" Lyr roared, finally getting a handle on something he could seriously get mad about without fear of making his life more a mess than it really was. The misapprehension had been going on almost since he'd met the young half-elf, and it was beginning to seriously impinge on Lyr's self-assurance. Maybe he'd have to have a serious talk with Kenkuroi. He'd have thought a night at the Scarlet Baths would have been a good beginning, but maybe... and the pink robe! Though it was really probably Lyr's fault, since he paid the expenses around here, the sight of the pink stuff with the crescent and the frills sent him over the edge. He had to vent his current frustrations on something.

"Take that stupid thing off." He growled at Kenkuroi, nodding vehemently at the bathrobe, and as soon as he did realized how his comment could be taken. Borthanas.

Lyr felt himself start sweating, and, unprepaired because of his involvement with his nanny's attire, almost missed Ality falling into his arms.

"Oooph." Lyr even stepped backward as the redhead's weight hit him, and for the first time he wondered seriously whether she was truly pregnant. She was definitely heavier than he remembered! And softer... and curvier... Lyr wasn't sure why he was actually aware of these things, now, of all times, but he was, and felt beads of nervous moisture run down the sides of his face.

Because he couldn't resist, he slid a guilty, hunted glance up to Lynessa and immediately took his eyes away. He saw just enough to read fascination and not enough to read either the amusement or the curiosity written on her features. He glanced down at the fiery bundle in his arms, and opened his mouth to say feth, no!.. but didn't.

What would Lynessa think if he said no? And... what if... what Ality said was true... and she actually needed him? He hadn't really found out what she was doing in Secycleon the last two times they'd met - considering the trying circumstances of those events, there hadn't been time - aw, "Feth it!"

But it was a yes sort of feth it not a no sort of feth it.

At least if people saw Ality traipsing around the house in a pink bathrobe they'd get the right ideas about him, instead of thinking he liked it that way. And... and Lyr had to admit, he sort of liked the thought of Ality traipsing around in a pink robe that left little to the imagination. And no boxers, of course!

"Er, feth sure." Lyr hefted Ality, uncomfortable with his own thoughts and uncomfortable that he was uncomfortable with his own thoughts, and glanced around for a chair. The "dreamhouse" was definitely a work in progress, and seeing no chair in the vicinity, Lyr contented himself with trying to turn Ality's floppy form around, so that her face wasn't smooshed into his naked belly in a very awkward (and, again, open to wild interpretations) way. Considering the fact that Ality was a short girl, it took a surprising amount of effort what with her arms flopping around and all, and the effort only made their situation less above-board than it was.

Really, men's bodies had two brains: and Lyr was in a great position to judge that fact at the moment. One of Lyr's brains was telling him that this was nuts and he should run away, the other one... well, the other one was making its presence known. And Ality, if she were at all alive, must have been aware of it... considering her proximity to the "brain" in question.

[Kenkuroi Mithania]

Previously, Kenkuroi was throwing murderous glares with his blue-gray eyes, right now he was throwing daggers and lasers with his eyes as he ferociously stared Lynessa and her witty comments down. And also towards that bitchy red-head! Ken opened his mouth, wanting to verbally retaliate againts those 'whores' but then there came Lyr's orders, demanding him to strip!

"Why should I?! It's cold you orc brains!" the young half elf bellowed in that deep booming voice of his, reminding the topless Lyr and scantily clad Lyn that this was early brightening and it was the cool season of Autumn or Winter or somewhere in between.

"And what's your problem man? You've always seen me wear this and those more hideous cloths I got. I told you they belonged to Eir'helm, my brother! If you don't like it, give me money now! So I can buy more normal clothes or we can exchange. I wear yours, you can wear this! And its your turn to do the damn laundry this cycle! If I run out of my normal clothes again, I'm gonna raid your closet! Ken growled back as he tugged on his pink robe as emphasis.

Despite its appearance, the 'bathrobe' had some measure of protection againts the elements, as it was made of rich, expansive looking wool with a tint of velvet, of course so long as it was still indoors and not with the door wide opened like that! So wide, that Aility was bumbling in and expertly landing on Lyr..... and what the feth did Lyr meant when he said "Feth sure"?

"FETH NO!" Ken countered as he waved Rose's used nappy dangerously around with his flailing arms in protest.

"OUT! OUT! Get the feth out! Why are you letting her stay?!" he indicated Ality.

"And it's about time you sent your bitch-tramp back to the bath house!" he indicated to Lynessa.

[Ality Vera]

She was alive and so was a part of Lyr. Ality breathed in Lyr's masculine scent, freshly laced with sex. She rose from her slump position and narrowed her eyes at Kencookie. "This is Lyr's home. If he me and the baby to stay, then we stay." Then a glimmer of mischief replaced the annoyance in her verdant eyes. The boy was young but he had the voice of a man, and the build of an almost-man, except for the fact he was dressed like a hooker. Mayhaps he just needed some, then he'd stop bitching and whining.

"Did someone say foursome earlier? What does that mean?" Ality blinked, biting her bottom lip innocently. "Lyr was does that mean? And is she your lover? Rose's mama?" Ality asked, pointing to Lyn. "I believe you aren't copulating with the young fellow there, he's really just not that attractive and I don't think you're that desperate." Ality mussed up Lyr's hair and grinned.

[Lyr Tlansson]

ooc: time flies...

Kenkuroi really wasn't making things any easier - not that they were easy to begin with! Lyr shot him what was meant to be a quelling glance, but given the fact that he was still rather shocked and disoriented himself, and more than anything jittery about the newly-formed tent in his pants, it didn't come out too well. "She'll stay if I say she stays," he added, more a point against Ken than a point for Ality.

Particularly if Ality were going to ask such close and personal questions while she was here! Was it true, what they said, that pregnant women were crazier than a bunch of drunk Hayans? And if so, would they be as.. willing.. too? Lyr shoved the unnecessary thought aside, and stole a glance up at Lynessa again. She hadn't said anything in a while, and he was beginning to get seriously worried - particularly now th