Chris
Posted: Mon May 25, 2026 5:17 am
((OOC: Continued from here))
"Seek rest for yourselves where you can find it. There will be other opportunities for questions and answers."
The permission rolled through Chris' body with relief, and he briefly sank into an imagination of curling up on the floor right where he stood. At first it was a pleasant imagination, surfacing a sense of affection for the wood of the palace, for the trees that sheltered them, for the ground their roots sank into below. But, then he felt a sense of aversion in his shoulder, his bones craving softness in the place where he actually chose to relax. Besides, there were still others present, even if the goddess herself -- and Rutliff and Holloway with her -- had already begun to ascend to the pools above.
Shyness, then, spurred Chris into motion, some inexplicable anxiety surfacing that he might somehow get caught in interactions he didn't want if he lingered in this wide open space. He was far too tired to mingle, or whatever it was the remaining volunteers might get up to with one another, and he made haste for one of the side rooms, craving a smaller, more private space to disappear into.
No pre-imagination was required, then; his body moved gratefully over to a bed within the smaller room and laid down with fluid eagerness, sinking with gratitude into the soft, welcoming surface. He was awash with nothing but bliss for a long moment, finding rest and availing himself of it. The affection for the trees and the land joined him, as well, though shortly thereafter so did awareness of others nearby. He felt sure that he wasn't the only one to avail himself of a room, though he might be the only one to do so alone, and embarssment bloomed at the thought of others copulating with one another without the goddess even being a part of it.
Except, she was a part of everything here. On some level, Chris intuitively knew that. Yes, she was focusing her attention on Rutliff and Holloway at the moment -- another awareness that burned at Chris' cheeks -- but she was also in the roots beneath them, and even in the bed where Chris lay. His jealousy and embarassment eased as he thought of the moment he had felt -- in an imagination or otherwise -- the goddess hold his head against her chest, and he felt soothed there on the comforting bed that now held him, awash with a strange certainty that he could get the goddess' attention any time he truly wanted to. Right now, he didn't want to though, not truly. Right now, he wanted to sleep, and to really fully avail himself of the goddess' invitation to rest. And so he let his awareness shrink down into just the softness of the bed cradling his body, content to linger there and perhaps occasionally visit the roots of the trees beneath them, finally finding rest in that space.
"Seek rest for yourselves where you can find it. There will be other opportunities for questions and answers."
The permission rolled through Chris' body with relief, and he briefly sank into an imagination of curling up on the floor right where he stood. At first it was a pleasant imagination, surfacing a sense of affection for the wood of the palace, for the trees that sheltered them, for the ground their roots sank into below. But, then he felt a sense of aversion in his shoulder, his bones craving softness in the place where he actually chose to relax. Besides, there were still others present, even if the goddess herself -- and Rutliff and Holloway with her -- had already begun to ascend to the pools above.
Shyness, then, spurred Chris into motion, some inexplicable anxiety surfacing that he might somehow get caught in interactions he didn't want if he lingered in this wide open space. He was far too tired to mingle, or whatever it was the remaining volunteers might get up to with one another, and he made haste for one of the side rooms, craving a smaller, more private space to disappear into.
No pre-imagination was required, then; his body moved gratefully over to a bed within the smaller room and laid down with fluid eagerness, sinking with gratitude into the soft, welcoming surface. He was awash with nothing but bliss for a long moment, finding rest and availing himself of it. The affection for the trees and the land joined him, as well, though shortly thereafter so did awareness of others nearby. He felt sure that he wasn't the only one to avail himself of a room, though he might be the only one to do so alone, and embarssment bloomed at the thought of others copulating with one another without the goddess even being a part of it.
Except, she was a part of everything here. On some level, Chris intuitively knew that. Yes, she was focusing her attention on Rutliff and Holloway at the moment -- another awareness that burned at Chris' cheeks -- but she was also in the roots beneath them, and even in the bed where Chris lay. His jealousy and embarassment eased as he thought of the moment he had felt -- in an imagination or otherwise -- the goddess hold his head against her chest, and he felt soothed there on the comforting bed that now held him, awash with a strange certainty that he could get the goddess' attention any time he truly wanted to. Right now, he didn't want to though, not truly. Right now, he wanted to sleep, and to really fully avail himself of the goddess' invitation to rest. And so he let his awareness shrink down into just the softness of the bed cradling his body, content to linger there and perhaps occasionally visit the roots of the trees beneath them, finally finding rest in that space.