Britwitch's Cottage

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It's been too long. The cottage has been empty and sad for months, but surrounded by the colours of autumn it looks as welcoming as she remembered.

Time to stoke the fire, brew the tea and try to encourage the words to return.
 
Boots crunch as a figure wrapped up in a black woollen coat and a thick grey scarf trudges along the path of fallen leaves that lead up to the quaint cottage. The woman carries a basket, covered with a red cloth. A smile crosses her lips as she thinks of Red Riding Hood going to meet the Wolf.

Plenty of wolves lurk around her witchy friend's cottage. This makes her smirk, her eyebrow twitching to think of the things she may find if she were just to wander a little off the path.

But no. It's been too long, so she moves onward. She always adores the walk to visit, the beautiful paths it takes her on. It's been a long, long time since she visited, and she knows that times have been heavy on the heart. The trees tower overhead, shielding her from the remaining light of day drawing to a close. Everything glows golden orange and red. She peeks into the woods from underneath her hood, her breath clouding in little puffs from chilly lips.

It's her favourite time of year.

And because she stumbled upon an old memory, she has decided to visit one of her favourite faces from her days on the forums.

Crossing a small brook, she sees the cottage up ahead. There's a light flickering in the window. The smile that danced on her lips now parts into a full grin as she hastens to the front door, her feet crunching along the crisp leaves. She folds back the red cloth and reveals a freshly baked apple and clove pie, a bundle of cinnamon, a few pine cones, and a bottle of black currant wine.

The door is before her. And in the cottage (she hopes) is someone she hasn't seen in a long time. She holds the basket with one hand, knocking three times with the other.
 
Wisps of forgotten times stirred in the embers of a small flame.

And still hope springs eternal.


If we let something free and it comes back to us, is it ours forever?
 
*An umbral whisper carries words where form is absent*

Only for a time...though, forever's quite the fluid term...
 
Wisps of forgotten times stirred in the embers of a small flame.

And still hope springs eternal.


If we let something free and it comes back to us, is it ours forever?

A lot of life is cyclical. Sometimes things have to go just so that they can come back. :rose:
 
The trees have already started to change, flashes of yellow here and there in the otherwise green canopy. Such is the way of nature here in the northern forest. Mushrooms spring up in the shadows and berries ripen temptingly among the hedgerows.

The air smells of the recent rains, damp earth and smoke.

She'd returned after...a lengthy absence. This place and the old friends that used to visit had started to creep back into her mind. More and more of late. Signs here and there that perhaps it might be time to return.

And then she'd found herself walking along a familiar path, turning the key in the lock of heavy door and stepping in a cottage that she'd missed more than she realised.

Windows were thrown open to let in fresh air, a fire soon lit in the grate as much to chase away the damp chill as it was to allow her to smell the scent she loved so much.

She'd worked off some calories and stress by chopping wood for the basket and now she sat waiting for the kettle to boil, twirling a pen idly through her fingers as she tried to focus her mind on the words she wanted.

Hopefully this wouldn't be a flying visit.
 
giggles as she watches the intruder...hopes to lure her back with cookies...and hugs
 
enjoys every minute because hugs are good...especially today...and from old, dear, friends even more so
 
sighs happily...contentedly almost...familiar lines once again held close to her own

I've missed you too, Lady
 
*Politely waits, and makes occasional glances to see when the previous visitor to finish with the hostess, such that he may approach and do the same, as he does not want to disturb the pair in the moment of reconnecting*
 
Well, I'm always a fan of being thought of

a soft giggle and a gentle squeeze



making sure to keep some squeezes back for the other much missed friend in the vicinity
 
*peeks my head*

Ahhhhh so THIS is the infamous cottage!

*strolls in taking stock of the room and sliding off my leather riding jacket*
 
appears from the back room, a smile on her face to see a new friend in her cottage

Well, hello there. I wondered if I might see you here at some point. Glad you found your way here alright through the forest.

Can I get you anything? Tea, coffee...something stronger?
 
giggles at the mountain man reference and gestures to the couch

Why don't you make yourself comfortable and I'll get us something. I think I have a little wine around here somewhere if that'd suit...

fetching two glasses and retrieving a bottle of rosé from the cold store she moves to join him on the couch

What shall we drink to?

offers him one of the glasses, now half full with the pink tinged wine, flashing him a mischievous smile over the rim of her own

New friends? New adventures?
 
hmmmmm

*contemplates the toast as I take a glass*

How about to new partners in crime?

*winks bringing the glass of wine up as my eyes take you in*
 
I like it. To new partners in crime.

she returns the wink before lifting her glass in his direction, the two meeting with a light chink, and then taking a long sip

I have a feeling this could be a very...fruitful...partnership, if all goes well

she makes no attempt to hide the fact that her eyes take a moment to sweep down over his physique before returning to his face
 
It has been quite the eventful couple of days since our paths crossed, it must be said

she smiles before blushing at his mention of explosions and taking another mouthful of her own

It all bodes rather well if you ask me

she settles back against the couch, lifting up her legs and tucking them underneath her
 
his fingertips are warm and gentle, her smile grows a little more coy at his admission

Not to fear, your secret is safe with me...

she teases, sipping a little more wine before setting her half drunk glass on a side table, turning her eyes back to him and letting her now unoccupied hand land lightly on his thigh

And if we're telling the truth, I have to admit you're rather charming yourself.
 
I know we don't know each other all that well yet but I'm pretty sure you're anything but a wet blanket!

she laughs lightly before the sound melts in a low sigh as the pressure on her shoulder increases slightly

her hand on his thigh starts to stroke down towards his knee before moving back up, ending higher than where it first began


And I happen to think you're a little too generous with your compliments but they're lovely things to say regardless. So thank you...truly

her hand squeezes gently, feeling the taut flesh beneath his jeans
 
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