I want to start this session by saying that you definitely shouldn’t believe everything my dear idiot of a husband tells you.
I love the man to the ends of the world, but he tends to overinflate certain things, and completely ignore other things.
He can be strangely perceptive, yet completely oblivious at the sa ti.
Don’t you dare interrupt while I’m speaking fondly of our husband!
She started it!
Fine!
Rember our husband won’t always be there to step in and save you.
I will bring it on you bitch!
Sorry about that, these other bit— I an these sister-wives of mine can sotis get on my nerves a bit.
Now if you hadn’t noticed yet it’s Julia speaking again.
I finally have my turn to tell you what really happened, and stick to the actual story while doing it.
I’m not going to go back and retell you everything Daniel did, just to correct all of his bad story telling thods, because that would be just a complete waste of ti.
And I hate wasting ti... every mont should be spent helping our husband, not sharing our history with you people.
But if it makes my husband happy to tell all of you our history, then that’s what we’ll do.
And we’ll do it in great detail, perfectly executed, like everything he desires should be done.
***
Daniel might think that I was upset that the elf dared call a "dirty human", but that wasn’t entirely the case at all.
Of course that did piss off, but not as much as him insulting Daniel repeatedly with one sentence after another.
Or that he laughed at the re ntion that Daniel could improve the service this rather pathetic inn was providing.
He must have been pretty brave to do all of this in front of .
I had been monts away from crushing him like an ant beneath my boot.
If it hadn’t been for Daniel holding back, that smug, racist elf would have had to be scraped off the walls.
I don’t know when I beca so protective of this otherworlder, or even why.
Daniel thinks it was his natural charm, and charisma.
And maybe it was.
I can’t deny that in his own way he definitely is charming.
But would I call him charismatic?
Definitely not.
The man is about as awkward, and plain as they can co.
And yet... I was becoming obsessed with him.
He interested beyond what words could describe. And all I wanted was to protect him, and help him realise all of the dreams he could possibly have.
At that ti I thought that maybe his dreams extended beyond opening the bar like he said.
If you hadn’t noticed it yet, the man never actually says what he ans, or even really knows what he wants.
Yet, there was this sincerity in him that I had never seen in anyone else. All of his reactions were just who he was, there was no hidden agenda with him, what you saw is what you got.
And the way he stood up for as we left the study... I had to do everything in my power not to jump him right there in that hallway.
The way he was gently leading by hand back to our rooms made my heart race with expectation.
Yet I knew that it would have to be who made the first move, because he was clearly oblivious to any subtle hints that I might have given him.
The man said goodnight with a handshake after he walked to my room the previous night.
If that doesn’t tell you everything you need to know about him, then maybe you’re not that different from him.
My heart was racing in my chest like a beast at full gallop by the ti we reached our room.
Daniel led into his room, and closed the door behind us.
Which made my flustered situation even worse. I expected this to be the mont where he would try sothing, which I would have welcod with open arms, and yet he once again found a way to completely subvert my expectations.
"Can you teach about magic?"
Teach him about magic. The man had a woman alone in his room, a woman who clearly wanted sothing to happen, and the sothing she wanted to happen had nothing to do with the study of magic.
If things worked out as I had expected the mont might have been magical, but in essence there should have been no magic involved.
"Yes, I can teach you about magic." I was pretty flustered at that mont, but I would have done anything he wanted.
"First we should find out what affinities you have." I started, heading for the door as I spoke.
"For that I’m going to need my testing stones. I’ll be right back."
I closed the door behind , and leaned back against it for a mont, just to get my heartrate back in check.
I quickly moved to my room, grabbed the small bag with my testing stones from next to my bed, and charged back to Daniel’s room.
It had taken re monts to find them, and return, and yet I felt an emptiness in my surroundings in those monts.
When I entered his room again, I found him sitting on the bed, deep in thought. He was wearing one of the most serious expressions I had ever seen on him.
"Are you okay?" I asked, I didn’t like him wearing these expressions.
It was almost like it physically hurt to see him this... down.
He snapped out of his thoughts, and gave his trademark "nothing can ever be wrong with " smile.
"Yeah, I’m fine. I just didn’t expect that racism would be prevalent even in this world though," he answered.
Hearing this only pissed off even more.
Obviously not at Daniel, but at that moron of an innkeeper.
"Unfortunately I think you’ll find different forms of discrimination no matter where you go, even a completely different world it seems." I answered, sitting next to him on the bed.
He turned his head to face , I couldn’t help but get lost in those green eyes of his.
Before I could catch myself I was leaning forward slightly. I don’t know what I was thinking, it’s not like I had ever, in my twenty-four years of life, experienced anything close to attraction to a man.
And even now I still couldn’t tell you what was going through my mind in that mont.
What I can tell you however is that the mont my lips t his, it felt like fireballs were exploding in my mind, like molten earth was running through my veins.
It was fantastic.
***
Okay, I think that should be enough for today, in the next session I’ll continue from there.
I just need to go and experience the entire process again, so I can give you a proper and well thought out description of events.
Nooo, I don’t only want to sleep with you.
This is only for research purposes.
Okay fine, maybe I do want to just have so intimate monts with you.
I’m sorry if I made you feel like it’s only for work, okay.
You bastard... you were only trying to make feel bad weren’t you!
Don’t you dare lie to !
I know that smile all too well!
Anyway, I’ll continue the story in our next session.
And yes, it’ll still be telling you the story.
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