The first thing Naya notices when she comes to is that she has a gods awful headache. She supposed bashing your head against a rock would do that to you.
The second thing she notices is that she’s being held quite securely against the chest of a skeleton warrior. How curious. Wasn't this one of Livia’s summons? Weren't they on the same side?
“I'm fine now, my dead friend,” Naya mumbles hoarsely, trying to pull free of the undead’s grasp. Instead of releasing her it just raises its sword, pressing the cold metal against her neck until it slices out a shallow wound. “Easy!” Naya hisses, but stops struggling instantly. “I haven't got that much left to spill!” She growls, breathing a sigh of relief as the undead summon lets up the pressure on her neck.
Is this what she got for her services to the crown? The witch had very nearly bled out trying to save the prince’s angel and in return he just let his wraith hold her at sword point? “This is why I stay out of politics,” the brunette grumbles, reaching up a pale hand to prod at the fresh cut on her neck. When she pulls it back her fingers are covered in blood. “Well, better not waste it,” Naya murmurs before rocking up onto her tiptoes and leaning into skeleton, raising her hand cautiously and waiting to see if it reacts.
The blue flames of its eyes peer down at her, but it does not move to harm her again. It seems that as long as she doesn't try to escape, it will do her no harm.
Good. This should be easy then.
She begins to draw out the runes along the skull’s forehead, returning her finger to the cut on her neck anytime she starts to run low on blood. The first one stands for protection, the second for a divine union, and the final one for true love. When the last symbol is finished Naya brings the pad of her finger to her mouth and proceeds to rub the scarlet liquid all over her lips, before pressing them to the skull’s cheek and sealing the spell with a kiss. “Your name is Skellington and you’re mine now, understand?” Naya asks, short of breath yet again as the blood magic takes its toll.
The flames of Skellington’s eyes turn from blue to a rose pink and the centers look like hearts now. The summon nods hesitantly before rubbing where it’s nose used to be against Naya’s in some weird, undead version of an Eskimo kiss. “So sweet,” she giggles, tapping the cheek that is marred by her bloody kiss mark. “Could you be a dear and pick me up?”
In an instant Skellington has bundled her up and is carrying her bridal style. “Thanks, Skelly!” The witch chirps, placing another smooch on the undead’s cheek. It shifts its weight and steam starts to pour out of its ears comically. If skulls could blush, Skellington would be tomato colored. “Now let's see about getting all my stuff back, shall we?”
After a few minutes and many pecks on the cheek later, Skellington has collected Naya’s satchel, spear, dagger, and most importantly, her grimoire. “Thank you, I'm very proud of you,” The witch tells the summon honestly, chuckling as it goes to nuzzle her hair. “Alright, alright, that's enough of that. Can you take me to that salt circle over there?”
It brings her over to it, but seems hesitant to let her go. It knows it can’t follow her there. “It's alright, Skelly, you can keep watch,” Naya reassures as she wiggles free of his grip, swaying as her feet hit the ground. The skeleton is quick to help steady her, making an unholy groaning noise that sounds almost concerned. “I'm fine,” the green eyed woman says, patting its arm one last time before stepping into the circle. “Don't kill anyone unless they try to kill you first, dear!”
Skellington nods, walking along the outskirts of the salt ring with its sword clutched tight as it keeps watch. Naya, finally safe from the wraith, starts to go through her satchel, sifting through her potions to sort out the useful ones.
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