User blog:Redknight910/WWYD Lamia JOVA82

Prompt: The not so smart one

Contemplting making a run for it now, looking out of the cave, the suns getting fairly low, and I don't think I'd make it back to town before nightfall. Knowing the stories, I decide to stay put for the night. When my captor comes back, she almost seems surprised to see me still inside.

"Y-you stayed." She says, cocking her head. She has a couple branches from some berry bushes in her hands, and a large hare held in the end of her tail.

"Well, better to be with you than risk whatever's wandering out there." She smiles faintly at that.

"Good, good, is good, yes?" She brings up the hare, dropping the berry branches in front of her. "Food, yes? Eat good?" I slowly go up and check the berries. This girl doesn't seem to be all there in the head, so I make sure they're of the edible sort before downing a couple.

"I'll get fire. Meat bad with no fire." She slithers straight passed me, not even worried about me potentially bolting out the entrance.

So... tell me a bit about yourself." I say, bringing the branches further into the cave, closer to the fire she's lighting.

"Me? I'm your wife. We be happy, have lots of fun together." I shake my head.

"Well, what about before now? How long have you been here? Where'd you come from? How are your parents?" She stops for a moment, giving me a confused look.

"Umm... I... I come from..." she wracks her mind for a few moments, thinking "I come from... here? N-no, no I come from somewhere... somewhere else. Somewhere not here." She shakes her head a little, before going back to lighting fire. "Not know what parents are, though." I arch an eyebrow.

"Really? Your mother? Father? Daddy, mummy, papa, mama, ringing any bells?" Again she stops for a moment, thinking.

"P...papa? Mama?" She puts a hand to her head, groaning a little. "N-no, no! Not mama. W-want to be? F-fire. Fire!" she throws the flint she'd been using to light the fire across the cave, shattering the small stone in a shower of sparks. "No, no fire! Mama! Papa! Papa where's mama?!" she starts looking around, eyes wide, face full of fear. Her eyes are somewhat glassy, like she's not actually seeing anything.

"Papa, w-wait, not papa, you... you're not papa!" She throws her tail at some phantom creature only she can see. I reach out to try and calm her down, but as my hand get's near her she spins around to look at me, eyes still glassed over.

"H-hey, hey, calm down, there's no one here. You're okay." She looks at me, wild-eyed and cornered, before slowly calming down.

"N-no one... here. No papa. M-mama's gone. Just... just me." She wraps her arms around her for a moment, shuddering violently, before the tears start.

"M-m-mamaaaa!" She cries, arms and tail wrapped tight in what I can only assume counts as a fetal position. I sit next to her, holding a hand on her shoulder.

"I-it's okay. You're okay." She slowly reaches up, wrapping a hand around mine, before gently pulling it to her face.

"Y-you'll stay. Won't you? Stay here, not leave. not go away like mama and papa." I don't answer, just sit there, this poor, broken girl almost catatonic on the floor. "P-please. Please don't go."

"I'm not going anywhere." It's almost instinctual to say at this point. The poor girl couldn't chase me if I were the last man on earth at this point, but I can't just leave her alone like this. We it there like that, her recovering slowly while I just sit and think.

No wonder this lamia seems so insane, she's got emotional trauma a mile deep and brooding. She needs to talk to someone, though finding someone willing to help a monster like her was going to be difficult.

"What's your name? Do you remember your name?" She takes a moment to respond, still halfway to 'normal'.

"L-lana. Little Lana." She smiles faintly as she says it, shifting a little.

"Are you okay, Lana?" She nods, rubbing her face aginst my hand.

"I'm okay now. You're a good husband, husband."I chuckle at that, and she looks up at me. "You're still hungry, aren't you? Never got fire for meat. I'm sorry, I'm bad wife." I shake my head.

"It's okay, here, I'll light the cooking fire, okay?" I grab the flint and steel off of my belt and kneel down by the small pile of wood and leaves. After a few strikes I maange to light the tinder, throwing a few of the larger sticks on after a couple seconds.

"Alright, where's the food?" Lana is already behind me, the rabbit skinned and on a spit.

"I've got it. Got the food for good husband." I'll deal with her speech later, for now I'll have to work out a way to get some help for her.

W sit quietly, watching the hare sizzle and cook, Lana licking her lips every so often. A short while later and we're happily munching on the roasted rabbit, with some of the berries to go with it. Once the food's all gone Lana curls herself around me, leaning her body against mine.

"I love you, husband. Love you so much." She rubs her head into my shoulder. "You're not going to leave me like the rest. Promised to stay with me." A little bit later and she's fallen asleep in my arms, her hands resting on mine as I let out a quiet yawn. I look around, spotting a large pile of leaves framed by some large logs, looking like a large, crude bed. Trying to get myself out of her coils without waking her, as I start moving she jolts, eyes snapping open.

"Husband?" She askes, looking up at me curiously.

"I just wanted to go over to the bed." I whisper, kissing her on the forehead. She smiles sheepishly, yawning and unwrapping herself.

"Oh, okay, let's go to bed." She slithers over to the pile of leaves, her tail filling most of the bed, which she then pats for me to lay on. I follow along, laying down, feeling her arms drape themselves over my shoulders, her coils shifting slightly as she gets comfortable.

"Nice nice. Night." She mutters, quickly going back to sleep. I'm not far behind, the underside of her tail surprisingly comfortable.

I wake the next morning to feel someone looking over me. Cracking an eye to look, I see Lana, smiling at me while holding her face a few inches from mine.

"Good mor-" I'm cut off by an intense kiss on the lips, her tongue snaking it's way into my mouth for several moments. When she breaks away, she's absolutely beaming.

"Morning, morning good. Husband good, good morning for husband!" I give her a soft smile back.

"So, breakfast?" I ask, nd she nods, letting me up so she can go out somewhere. I spend the few minutes alone thinking of a plan. I know one or two places where I can find monster councilors, but I don't know if any of them can help with her particular problems.

After a minute or two I decide on my best chance of getting this poor girl some help, and she's back before much longer. After cooking the small animals she brings back for a light meal, I broach the subject.

"So... would we be able to, to go somewhere? There's someone I want to introduce you to." She cocks her head in that puzzled way she does.

"But... who do I need to meet but you?" She asks, curious, but confused.

"A friend, a friend who might be able to help you." She looks away, huffing.

"I don't need help. I have husband, husband all I need."

"Please? It'd make me really happy if you did this for me." She looks over at me, pout lasting just a few more moments, before she smiles.

"Okay. For husband, I'll meet friend." I thank her and start getting some things together.

A few hours later and we're walking through a town, one of the few in the area that monsters aren't a rare sight on the streets. We come up to the building of the councilor, a cute couple stepping out around us. Lana is certainly nervous being among so many, but my grip on her hand does a good enough job of keeping her calm.

"Hello, how may we help you today?" The short kikimora behind the counter asks, looking over the two of us.

"Is this her, husband? Friend of yours?" I shake my head.

"No, this isn't her. Could you wait over there for a moment? Please?" She gives me a very sad pout, before nodding slowly, slithering away to some chairs, not taking her eyes off of me.

"Is something wrong sir?" The kiki asks quietly.

"Yes, actually, there is. This lamia, I think her parents died in a fire years ago." The kiki gives me a horrified look.

"That's terrible! How can we help, sir?"

"She must have been really young when it happened, and I think she raised herself afterwards. I just need your help getting her to come to terms with it all. She's... the trauma's still there." The kiki nods, quickly writing something down in a book.

"Of course, right this way." she gets up, looking over to Lana. "Ma'am? Could you come with us, please?" Lana's by my side again in an instant, holding onto my hand for dear life. We're led through a short corridor into a small room filled with books. Sitting in the middle of it is a doppelganger, sitting happily with a book in her lap.

"Oh, more customers?" She tilts her head, looking at the kikimora. "I thought I didn't have another apointment until four?"

"Minor emergency, miss. Please, this one needs help." The doppel looked at her, then at us, then at her again, and smiled, nodding.

"Of course. Thank you, Nadia." The kiki bowed, and stepped out of the room. The doppel closed her book, and sat it on a table.

"So then, how can I help you?" I explained what I'd worked out, much to Lana's confusion and dismay, she pulled on my hand a couple times, trying to pull me away.

"I see...." The doppel said, thinking for a moment. "Alright then. Miss Lana?" She looked at her directly. "Could you please let your husband wait outside? You have my word, nothing will happen to him. I even have a window if you want to be able see him." Lana looked at me, starting to panic, but I gave her a gentle squeeze and a nod.

"It'll be okay. Promise." She gives me a little nervous smile, and nods.

"R-right." I step outside, and watch through the window. I can't hear what's being said, but I can see Lana growing more nervous, then breaking out in a panic. She looks at me though, eyes wide with fear again, and I hold a hand against the glass, giving her what support I can from out here. It seems to do the trick, and she calms down enough to continue with the session.

An hour later and my wife gets up, giving the doppel a hug before slithering over to the door with a smile.

As she comes out I stand up, and she grabs me in a tight hug. "Thank you. Thank you so much, my husband." I give her a smile back.

"So, what did she say?"

"She said that I'll need to come back. Come back a few times, but she can fix me. Help me be a good wife." She snuggled into me, before the two of us wlked out.

It took a few months and some stressful days to get Lana to acknowled and accept what had happened, but afterwards she was much better. She learned to talk properly, and she also discovered what it was she'd been missing when taking a husband. It was a long few nights after that particular session, but I welcomed it with open arms and dropped pants.

As we stepped out of our last session, by wife slithered along beside me, smile on her face, and my hand in hers.

"I'm so glad I found you. I can't even begin to make this up to you." She whispers to me, giving me a peck on the cheek.

"You don't have to. I'm just glad you're okay." She chuckles, nuzzling into my shoulder.

"That makrs two of us." I didn't exepct things to turn out this way, but I suppose someone was smiling on the both of us that day.