Daydream_weaver's Refuge

*Lips so soft...kisses so sweet...flesh so warm. My pulse beats out a plea, a whisper of her name. Pale hands cup her face, fingers dance lightly through her hair. I yearn for her, need her body here against mine, crave the taste of her lips...her skin...and I realize just how much I have missed her*
 
I can't catch my breath...whenever I am with her, I can not catch my breath.

Missed you, much...lots and lots

More kisses, more touches. I can not stop touching her, don't want to. My brain is in a spin...lust, desire, need, wanting...she brings all of these out...just by being who she is...and I missed her, I missed this...

We have got to set a day...for a phone call...for a visit in my Den...for something...I need you...
 
*Burning...my body is burning for her. My skin is alive under her hands and I want more and more. I am greedy for her. My hands slip down along her sides, tentative and yet determined, needing to explore her...meld with her...bring her closer, tighter against me.*

...yes, my Wolf...we need time...I need to be with you...to give myself to you...
 
*A comfy chair beside a window...a cup of tea cradled in my hands...steam rises carrying the sweet fragrance of pomegranite...

I look out across the grass to the woods beyond and sigh. The leaves are changing color and beginning to fall. Soon the tree limbs will be stark skeletons against the sky.

I love this time of year. The air is heavy, the woods winding down for the coming cold season.

A smile curves my lips as a thought crosses my mind...the moon will be full soon...we need a bonfire...
 
Slow steps which lead me ever onward, until I am at the porch of my beloved Muse's refuge. A note, written on pale parchment in blood red ink and wrapped round about by two strands of hair and black silk ribbon.

Mine~
I am missing you. I need your presence almost as much as I need air or water. I want to touch you, hear your voice in my ear, feel you beneath me, around me...with me. I miss you. If I can not touch you here then please contact me in the real world, on the phone...somehow. I miss you.


The note is tucked into the doorway and then I am gone..back into reality...
 
Haven't seen you around in a while, DW.

Just wanted to drop by and leave this

:rose:

Don't be a stranger now ;)
 
Yummy thanx, Razor.

begins eating the cookies...

Wait, these aren't for me, huh?

Puts the cookies back down.

:eek: sorry about eating your cookies Weaver.
 
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*Another misty morning...the air chill and damp.

Slipping into my long coat I pull the hood up around my face and set off through the woods. Too long have I been kept away, too long my feet have ached to wander the trails of this world...to see friends and loved ones...to meet new and interesting people.

How my mind yearns for freedom, for the release of letting my imagination flow...to escape once more...

Feet carry me swiftly down familiar paths...round twists and turns...down hidden byways and wide throughways. My heart races with anticipation of what I may find here today...
 
A scent carried by the wind...a sound both yearned for and missed. Leaving behind those other faces, those other places...I make my way to HER place and wait to see if she will appear.
 
*A scent on the wind causes me to pause...a presence, sweetly familiar and long missed tickles the edge of my consciousness...I turn and on swift feet retrace my steps through the misty woods.

Pausing at the treeline I look across the meadow toward my refuge...eyes searching...heart racing...
 
I see her and move forward, heart blasting away in my chest pulse tripping...

Hello My own, I have missed you. Proper greetings for your Wolf?
 
*the long skirt of my coat swirls around my feet as I hurry forward...no hesitation, no delay...I must be near her. The soles of my shoes barely touch the damp grass as I cross the meadow and come to a stop before her...my Wolf...here with me at last...

Pale hands tremble slightly as they reach to push the hood from my head, ice blue eyes searching warm brown ones...drinking her in...memorizing her face...


...you are here...*my whisper catches in my throat as I step even closer until I can feel the heat from her body*...I have missed you so much...

*taking a deep breath, drawing her scent into my lungs, I lean closer and tentatively press my lips to hers...a kiss of greeting...a tempting taste her soft lips...
 
sofy breathy sigh as I return from the real world long enough...for this. Arms clasp her, mouth finds her, heart settles and warms

I am here...missed you more...

mouth presses love to her mouth, tongue tastes her, stores her away...
 
*my hands slide along her sides holding tight to the feel of her arms around me, her kiss on my lips...my eyes close, shutting away emotions I cannot express, knowing that the world outside of this one calls us both away so often....

We will be together again, my Wolf...hopefully soon....
 
*slips over the bridge and through the woods to Weaver's house he goes, hoping she'll see the note, wondering what happened. "Hey. What's up? You never responded.. Som" is what the note reads. He pins it to the door before loping off again*
 
*slipping through the trees like mist I tug the hood of my long coat closer around my face as I approach my Refuge. Seems there is never the time to spend here that I once had. I sigh...missing my friends...missing my space...missing the part of me that lives here in this world of imagination...

A faint smile curls my lips as I step onto the porch and find that I have had visitors. A wave of my hand and the wards fall, the door swinging open. I cross the threshold, the warmth of my Refuge enfulfing me...welcoming me home...

Flames leap to life in the fireplace, soft music begins to play and flickering candles appear in all corners of the room. The fragrance of warm spiced wine drifts enticingly from the kitchen.

Stepping into the alcove I divest myself of the trappings of the real world and raise my arms above my head, stretching my now bare form in a long, sensuous motion and sway slowly to the music. The glimmer of candlelight casts my silhouette on the sheer drapes as they slide silently closed, seperating the alcove from the rest of the room*
 
sandalwood scent drifts in, heat and a bit of something more...whisper of words on warm winds

Missing you, My Muse...Soon. Please Gods, let it be soon.
 
*slipping into my favorite robe I step through the drapes and out into the main room, bare feet silent on the warm floor. My ice blue gaze rests curiously on my visitor for a moment then I smile and move on to the kitchen.

That's an interesting new look...

Taking down a thick earthenware mug I ladle spiced wine into it, fingers curling around the curved surface feeling the warmth seeping through.

Can I interest you in something warm to drink?

*a shiver passes through my body as whispered words fill my mind. My eyes close and I sigh softly*
 
*slipping into my favorite robe I step through the drapes and out into the main room, bare feet silent on the warm floor. My ice blue gaze rests curiously on my visitor for a moment then I smile and move on to the kitchen.

That's an interesting new look...

Taking down a thick earthenware mug I ladle spiced wine into it, fingers curling around the curved surface feeling the warmth seeping through.

Can I interest you in something warm to drink?

*a shiver passes through my body as whispered words fill my mind. My eyes close and I sigh softly*
I caught a cold *snuffling* And family tried to help, with...odd results, as you can see.
 
*Curling up on cushions before the crackling fire I bring my mug to my lips inhaling deeply before taking that first sip*

It's not contagious is it? I don't think I would do well mechanized...I prefer being soft and warm.
 
*Curling up on cushions before the crackling fire I bring my mug to my lips inhaling deeply before taking that first sip*

It's not contagious is it? I don't think I would do well mechanized...I prefer being soft and warm.

Oh, that's just the result of sneezing in the middle of the activation of a magical artifact. mixing magics with a cold is a bad idea.
 
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