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The Clash of Majicks	By : LadyMoria Category: +G through L > He-Man Views: 4746 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Part III
They appeared in a series of chambers which Teelina had never seen before, but could tell from the architecture that they were nowhere inside Snake Mountain. A rough sigh was heard from the woman in front of her, and she stared.
Once within her own chambers, Lady Moria’s demeanor was …exceedingly different, Teelina noted. Her eyes had lost their wicked appearance, and the smile had nearly all faded, merely a memory of it remained. The Dereskian released her grip, but left the manacles on her quarry.
Lady Moria regarded the almost nude form of her ‘prisoner’ slowly. Another ragged sigh escaped her lips. The Dereskian walked over to a nearby bureau and opened the top drawer. Removing something ice blue and cottony, she then closed the drawer again. She tossed the garment to Teelina, who caught it even with her hands bound.
“You can wear this,” Moria said simply. “I’d imagine you want to get out of your… rags.”
Teelina felt a slow rage building within her. “What does it matter?” she asked angrily.
A slow smile spread over the elder woman’s features. “You can, of course, remain au naturale, if you wish. I simply thought you might be more comfortable in clothing that was not shredded beyond all manner of practical use.”
The Sorceress regarded the garment in her hands as if it were a snake that would bite her. “Since when have you ever cared about my comfort?”
Lady Moria did not respond, instead she circled the younger girl, and traced the wounds on her back gently. “Speaking of comfort,” she said after a moment. “You’d probably benefit from a soak.” She removed the garment from Teelina’s hands and led her somewhat gently into a bathing room.
Turning her attention to the bath, Lady Moria turned her back to her captive. Once the tub was filled with steaming water and foamy bubbles, Moria snapped the fingers of her left hand while still facing the tub. What little scraps still remained of the Sorceress’ nightgown vanished. Her feathered headdress had also disappeared, causing her red hair to spill out over her shoulders. The manacles at her hands hand been replaced by a loosely tied rope for easier movement.
Slightly panicked, Teelina used her restrained hands to cover her body feebly, but then realized that Moria had already seen everything from behind the failed nightgown.
“Get in,” the elder woman said simply, turning to the left, away from her captive.
Teelina’s eyes widened. “What?!” she asked incredulously. “I’m not getting into a bathtub in your chambers! Who knows what could be in there?”
Moria rolled her eyes. “Oh, for Eläni’s sake,” she exclaimed. She snapped her fingers again, and Teelina vanished and reappeared inside the tub.
“Ack!” the younger woman cried out, and tried to shoot out of the water.
The Dereskian’s hands were instantly at her shoulders and arms, preventing her from movement. The bubbles were high enough to reach the very tips of the Sorceress’ breasts, hiding everything lower from view, so that she would not loose any modesty she still contained.
Eventually, Teelina ceased her struggling. The water actually felt very relaxing. She felt it seep slowly into the open cuts at her back where Skeletor’s claws had raked her. She felt the edges of the wound gradually come together and heal. She dunked her head and felt the warmth tingle her scalp and the very ends of her hair. She felt the aches and soreness of her muscles slowly lessen and disappear altogether. “What is in this water?” she gasped softly as all over hedy pdy pain recereceding.
Lady Moria grabbed an extremely fluffy towel from a nearby stack. “The tub is fed by the remains of the Dereskian hot springs. They remove all bodily aches and pains and close all minor wounds.”
At some unheard call, the tub water began to lessen, and the drains opened. Lady Moria draped the towel over Teelina’s body. She used the opportunity to rake the younger girl’s body with her eyes. Smiling, she left the Sorceress to get herself out of the tub as she went to the other room and retrieved the ice blue nightgown.
She returned into the bathing room to find the Sorceress drying her hair with the towel. The fluffy terrycloth was not large enough to do this without revealing most of her body, so Moria got another view. Teelina’s back was to Lady Moria, which gave the Dereskian an excuse to gaze upon her form for a moment.
The Sorceress turned around, surprised at Lady Moria’s quick entry. Moria tossed her the nightshirt and retreated into the main chamber
Teelina looked at the nightshirt in her bound hands, slightly disturbed by the way Moria had been looking at her. How was she supposed to put this on when her hands were tied? She looked at the garment, and realized that ties at the shor her held it. She undid the ties and slid the garment over her head, dropping the towel as she did so. The shirt was very short, only just covering the base of her bottom.
When the garment was on properly, she went back into the main room. Lady Moria was not there. Teelina checked the surrounding rooms, acquainting herself with where she was. She idly looked around for an exit, but knew instinctively that there would not be one. Lady Moria wasn’t one to leave possible escapes unattended. She found Lady Moria, quite by accident, in the bedchamber. She opened the door and found the Dereskian half-naked. She stared with wide eyes as the Dereskian turned and saw the intruder. Instead of being upset, Lady Moria laughed and pulled her pajama top over her naked chest.
“Desperate for my company already, Teelina?” she asked, laughing as shnishnished dressing. She reached out a hand for the younger woman, and gently caressed her cheek.
The Sorceress flinched, but did not pull away, and she did not bother to answer. Instead, she looked around the room. There was a bed of sorts, with a light blue and amethyst comforter. A canopy lay over it, and the bed had four large posts with held it up. There were large bookcases around the walls with what seemed to be hundreds of volumes of the same nature upon the shelves. There was also an overstuffed chair and a footstool in the corner, and a small but functional table beside it. The table was littered with pastels, graphite and charcoal, pens and inkwells of varying sizes. One or two rugs were strewn on the floor, and there was a bureau. Not much else jumped to the eye.
Moria smiled at her silence and snapped her fingers again. The ropes once again became chained manacles, only this time they surrounded her entire wrists and had metal loops on the ends. There were other differences as well. Whereas the first irons had been simple and connected by a chain, these caused the wrists to cross, one over the other. The positioning was not uncomfortable, but Teelina wondered as to what purpose the loops held.
Lady Moria indicated the bed. “You can sleep there,” she said simply. Teelina eyed the bed nervously.
“You aren’t… I mean... I thought…” the Sorceress of Grayskull started a few sentences and failed at them all, trying to ask what she could not voice.
The Dereskian Queen laughed softly. “I’m not going to ravish you, if that’s what you’re asking, Teelina. That was merely a show for Skeletor’s benefit.”
Teelina’s confusion increased. “Then why go through all the pretenses? I mean, bathing me is not something you do normally, so I just thought that…”
“Teelina,” Moria interrupted. “I had you bathe for two reasons. The first was so that you would not bleed all over my chambers, and the second was so that you would try to relax. I am not going to rape you, and I find the idea almost revolting.” She winked as the Sorceress tried to say something but Moria cut her off. “Almost,” Moria said slyly. “As I told Skeletor, despite what others think of me, I do have a code of morality. Rape of a woman, by either a man or a woman is not a part of it.” She smiled slightly. “After all, it would not have been very moral to save you from Skeletor only to rape you myself, now would it?”
“I guess not,” the Sorceress agreed softly. “But why are you bothering to help me anyway? I can understand not letting Skeletor rape me, but caring for my wounds and state of dress does not exactly coincide with your moral convictions, at least not as I understand them.”
Moria did not answer. “I think it would be wise if you slept,” she said after a moment. “I’m sure Skeletor has some sort of plan for you in the morning.” She snapped her fingers again, and a chain came down from the wall above the bed and strung itself through the loops in Teelina’s manacles. Then it receded back into the wall, dragging the Sorceress with it. The chains stopped receding as the Sorceress reached the bed, leaving enough slack so that she could lie down. She did so, not having much other choice. The chains receded further until her arms rested, not uncomfortably, above her head.
Lady Moria snapped a final time and the candles that lit the room went out, leaving the Sorceress in almost total darkness.
Teelina sensed that Lady Moria had not left the room. “Is this… your bed?” she asked the darkness.
“It is,” came the voice of the Dereskian. “But don’t worry, I don’t sleep in it.”
“Why not?” Teelina asked as her eyes adjusted slowly to the darkness.
She could see Lady Moria getting a large book from a bookcase in the room. “Because I don’t sleep,” answered the older woman.
“Ever?”
Lady Moria walked over to the chair and footstool with the book in her hand. “No,” she replied. She flipped open the book and grabbed a pen and inkwell that were on the table. The faint sounds of a pen on paper filled the room.
“Why not?” The Sorceress asked softly.
Not pausing in her writing, Lady Moria answered, “Because I find it unnecessary.”
“I see,” Teelina said, and then only the scratching of the pen was heard. “How can see what you’re writing in this darkness? Don’t you need a candle or something?”
“No,” Moria said, still not letting her pen up. “Writing by candleligh bad bad for the eyes,” she said in an amused tone.
“And writing in darkness isn’t?” Teelina asked incredulously.
Lady Moria at last looked up from her writing and eyed the yor wor woman. “Not if you’re Dereskian. Now I suggest you get some sleep while you can.” Again, she turned her attention back to the book she was writing in.
The room was silent for a few moments, then the Sorceress turned onto her side. Another few minutes passed, and she flipped onto her stomach. After a few more minutes, she rolled onto her other side, and then her back again. After twenty or so minutes had passed, she broke the silence, saying, “I don’t feel comfortable sleeping in your bed, even if you don’t use it.”
Lady Moria looked up from her book and sighed exasperatedly. “You have two options, Teelina. Either you sleep alone in my bed, or I’ll climb in there with you, and you still sleep in my bed. Which would you prefer?”
“I’ll sleep alone, thank you,” the Sorceress said quietly.
“Good,” Moria replied, and continued writing. Every so often the sound of a page turning was heard. Other than that, and the soft scratching of the pen, the room was still. Ten minutes passed.
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