Daydream_weaver's Refuge

ME suited me at the time. I only used it for emails and chatting in IM back when MSN and Yahoo were much simpler programs. I didn't play games or need anything with fantastic graphics or sound. I still don't really, but I like to have the option if I wanted to.
 
ME suited me at the time. I only used it for emails and chatting in IM back when MSN and Yahoo were much simpler programs. I didn't play games or need anything with fantastic graphics or sound. I still don't really, but I like to have the option if I wanted to.

Heh. The part that amuses me is, most games still prefer Windows 2000. Even newer ones, designed for XP and Vista, will often times play on 2000, and usually perform better.
 
*sighs as I notice the time*

I'm afraid I am going to have to head off for a while. Today is my day to run around and give all of my money away in exchange for a roof over my head and basic needs...of course I consider the internet a basic survival necessity.
 
*sighs as I notice the time*

I'm afraid I am going to have to head off for a while. Today is my day to run around and give all of my money away in exchange for a roof over my head and basic needs...of course I consider the internet a basic survival necessity.

Heh heh. I had to do that on the second.
 
*moving slowly through the dimly lit rooms of my Refuge I carry a steaming mug of honey and lemon with just a splash of Jack Daniels. The comfy sofa welcomes me as I sink into its softness and tug a lap throw over my knees.

My grip on my mug is a bit shaky from feverish days spent in bed but I bring it to my lips, inhaling the steam before taking a cautious sip. The warm liquid soothes my throat and brings a smile to my lips*
 
A wolf comes calling~her Muse's sickness and tiredness beckoning like a beacon. So, soft steps through the woods, barefoot, fleet. Until the wolf in woman's clothing steps onto the porch and pushes open the door. Copper bright eyes focus on the sick one, and soundless steps lead her to the missed one's side.

"Hello love. How are you?"

The wolf settles easily beside her muse, wrapping one arm round the woman's shoulders and tucking her tightly into wolven heat, comfort, love.
 
*A soft sigh, unsure if this is merely a fever dream. Dream or not I snuggle into the curve of her body*

Hello, my Wolf...I am glad to see you. How are you faring?


*laughs softly as we are caught in a dragonish pounce*
 
*A soft sigh, unsure if this is merely a fever dream. Dream or not I snuggle into the curve of her body*

Hello, my Wolf...I am glad to see you. How are you faring?

hands stroking, a laughing gaze as draggy comes, pounces, goes.

I am alive, sweetling and in far better PHYSICAL condition than you. Why are you not in bed?

Mouth brushes kisses over her hot forehead, the side of her chin, the curve of her slightly downturned mouth
 
I grow tired of being in bed all the time, even if my body craves it.

*making a valiant effort not to sound whiny I slip my arms around her, wanting to just feel her close*

and I had hoped to at least see you for a moment.
 
Eyes move to dragon kin, glittering.

I got one piece of writing done for The_PG a bit ago...but mostly I have stayed in my head and away from whimsical thought. Pushed too much. And the Muse is very sick, I think and should have her sexy little tush in a real bed, in the REAL world.
 
Eyes move to dragon kin, glittering.

I got one piece of writing done for The_PG a bit ago...but mostly I have stayed in my head and away from whimsical thought. Pushed too much. And the Muse is very sick, I think and should have her sexy little tush in a real bed, in the REAL world.

Sounds like it, yes.
 
I grow tired of being in bed all the time, even if my body craves it.

*making a valiant effort not to sound whiny I slip my arms around her, wanting to just feel her close*

and I had hoped to at least see you for a moment.

Pulls her closer, keeping her tightly entwined with me, my head tilted to hear her words.

I know but if your body demands rest than that is what you should give it, love.

A low husky growl, a whisper into the shell of her ear.

I can't properly welcome you if you are ill, love. And you have had your moment...so I do wish you would rest some more. Otherwise there won't be seduction for even LONGER...and I don't want THAT.
 
*another sigh and a glance at Raven as I take advantage of another few seconds in the arms of my Wolf*

Luna is right, I need to be in bed. I'm never going to kick this fever if I don't get my rest.

*brushes my lips against the soft skin of her neck*

I will do as you wish, my Wolf. In truth I don't think I can sit upright much longer. Please take care of yourself...
 
Standing up, tugging my muse to her feet, my arms wrapped tightly around her to hold her steady. Up on tip toe, my mouth brushes hers~once and again.

We shall go to bed in different states love, but I will meet you in my dreams, ok?

Pats her butt, my hand cupped to caress the fullness there.

I am taking care, baby love. Please. You do the same.

With a small grin for draggy, a wider grin for my Muse, I release her and step away. Hand raises and points.

Bed. Now.
 
*with a playful gleam in my eye I lower my gaze and incline my head toward her* yes, Ma'am...

*With a grin for Raven and a kiss blown to my Wolf I slip away to the soft comfort of my bed, already planning the dreams I wish to guide myself to this night*
 
*No candles flicker in the darkeness of the refuge, no fire burns warmly on the hearth. Faint starlight through open windows cast barely seen shadows to creep across the floor toward the pile of cushions where I sit.

A small piece of wood, worn smooth over the years, is held in one pale hand. Absently I rub it between my thumb and fingers as I seek to empty my mind of dark thoughts*
 
*clears throat* Special delivery from the Dragon's Dragony Goodies. Two tons of chocolate.
 
*a brief laugh floats softly from the darkness*

'Tis a good thing my kitchen cupboards are much like the TARDIS...bigger on the inside.

Thank you, Raven...*a warm breath of air carries a kiss to his cheek*
 
*a brief laugh floats softly from the darkness*

'Tis a good thing my kitchen cupboards are much like the TARDIS...bigger on the inside.

Thank you, Raven...*a warm breath of air carries a kiss to his cheek*

Sounded like you, Luna, and Scarlet needed it.
 
Chocolate cures many an ill...

*with a faint pop and hiss a flame begins to burn in the cold fireplace, not enough yet to give heat, but giving off a glow of light to chase away a bit of the dark*
 
Chocolate cures many an ill...

*with a faint pop and hiss a flame begins to burn in the cold fireplace, not enough yet to give heat, but giving off a glow of light to chase away a bit of the dark*

*adds to the warmth with a bit of dragony magic and some glowstones*
 
Perhaps light and warmth are a better way to take my mind from morbid things

*curls up in the pile of cushions, a soft throw drawn close around my shoulders*

How has your Saturday been?
 
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