Asa's Sunset Cove

Walking around in the quiet evening. 6 new thread ideas... all posts caught up... nothing to do but wander around Lit... reread old threads and listen to music. Curious what the night will hold and if RL will continue be good tonight.
 
A quiet walk on the beach in the moonlight. Finding the occasional crab pincers like little landmines. Still worth the quiet time to think and wonder while sleep illusive stays far away. Finally finding one of the paths inland towards the flowers waterfall and memories. Happy memories to try to scare away the insomnia.
 
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It was a simple necklace but clearly to her in moments of fear or explainable agitation. At worst she was sitting curled up in the corner of the breakfast nook of her home with the necklace in her hands holding it close and tight in her hand at best she just tugged at the necklace and gripped the charm tight.
 
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His memories those nightmarish dreams of Naomi. They were few but when they hit him she knew that even though she was far from mortal he would nearly fear even touching her. She had to find someone who could help him... cleanse his mind help him see that she is not some fragile china doll mortal that she can take his feeding and hunger and give back just as much. But... for now she will just sit here with him in the calm and quiet till the ghosts released their hold on him.
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She was not without her own past nightmares. Events she only got fleeting glances of... a space in time that she could not consciously remember. In those time she curled within his embrace purely no feeding from either no sexual charged overpowering hungers simply the embrace and whispered reassurances to each other

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Karena's home

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Long before even Berto this house had been a grand home in a blossoming town. Even when Berto owned it he had people tend to it to keep it perfect. His words were let it show age like a grand lady but always "healthy and proper" It was her home and she left his orders with the grounds and building people just as he had. While it was no longer the grand region of town and long left in the towns history she never worried about the declining neighborhood and they tended to leave her alone too.

An addition to the back of the house she had transformed into a studio for the artists she drew to her to inspire and feed from. The main house was still stunning even with the "tastefully visable" age in a way she was a ghost in those hallways though. Yes she fed and loved to an extent but there was always something blocking her from truly loving anyone... her feeding and the problems it caused.
 
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Her room her sanctuary lavish overstuffed bed with a warm fireplace softly warming the room.

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Berto had always loved the warmth from fireplaces over what he called noisy machines that make ill smelling air. She normally kept them lit in the various rooms when she was home and loved the the glow and warmth from them. They were so peaceful sensual and intimate to her.
 
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She sat there at the antique vanity watching him. His sister or her infernal husband had clearly stressed Canaan out during his time in chambers with the two of them and the other aids. She wanted to throw his sister across a room at times... that infernal bitch seemed to love tormenting and treating him so cruelly. Her husband seemed no better but there was something else about him that Karena wanted no part of dealing with... Was it fear? No she didn't fear anything so what else could it be?

Shoving those thoughts away she moved to stretch out on the bed beside him and simply softly and gently traced a fingernail over his chest and abs innocent and calming comfort she hoped. She would later go and talk to that club owner Audra since his sister and her husband seemed to be wary if not down right scared of her.
 
Lovely work, Asa. Thumbs up and kisses lots o kisses.:kiss:

Kisses to you too darlin. Glad ya like it. Gotta love when you see a pic and the words just start popping.
 
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