Daydream_weaver's Refuge

[dragonrazor]

*slips in, restocking the snack trays*

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Stepping out onto the deck I lift my face toward the starry sky and inhale deeply. The night is warm, but a soothing breeze teases the silvery hair back from my face. I lift my arms, palms upward, to embrace the night.

It has been so long.

Gray silk rustles around my ankles as I turn and walk back inside, leaving the double doors open to admit the friendly breeze. My refuge is dark. There is no fire on the hearth, no candles burning, but I do not need extra light tonight. The darkness suits me just fine.

Bare feet carry me into the bedroom alcove, my fingers going to the simple tie of my robe and loosening it. The sheer silk slips from my shoulders with a sigh and puddles around my feet. The bed calls, the sheets cool and inviting the mattress soft. Climbing onto the bed I lay back on the mound of pillows and let my body relax.

Long, cool fingers move over my skin exploring the swells and valleys. My body feels alien to me, like it has not been mine for far too long. Darts of sensation shoot through me as my fingertips capture and lightly twist each nipple. With each twist they stiffen until they stand hard, throbbing in time with the beat of my pulse. One hand leaves the fullness of a breast and drifts lower. Nails scratch softly over my skin, down over my belly to circle lazily around my navel.

My body begins to reawaken and with it my Refuge comes back to life.*

 

[dragonrazor]

Welcome back, DW.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Wolfling runs through, bringing a basket filled with oils and other things. She pushes the door slightly and sets the goody filled thing just inside. That way, her Muse will see the candles and body oils, the incense and scrolls...and know that the wolf had been here and was ALWAYS thinking of her....

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Steam precedes me as I step from the bathing room. My damp hair hanging in tendrils around my shoulder, skin still damp from my shower. I pause beside the vanity table, running my fingers over the basket of goodies from my Wolf. The oils tempt me with visions of warm brown skin, slick and shiny under my hands. I think I will save them for a time they can be shared.

With a smile I reach past the basket for a bottle of moisturizer and begin smothing the contents onto my pale skin. A new scent drifts through the alcove...sandalwood and cinnamon. Sweet with a hint of earthiness, it compliments the subtle vanilla musk that always clings to my skin. I feel warm, sensual...a bit in need as my hands move over my own body.

The afternoon is warm and I reach into my closet for one of my favorite sarongs. Sheer gray with tiny silvery stars woven into the cloth. I secure the knot above my left hipbone, the opening framing my thigh with each step I take. As an afterthough I add a strapless binkini top, just in case company stops by.

Hands reach up and tousel damp hair, leaving it wild and wavy as it dries. It falls around my bare shoulders and down over my chest to barely cover my breasts. The color blends so well with my top it almost seems I am not wearing one. The illusion pleases me in an odd way.

I glance at myself in the vanity mirror and frown slightly. This mirror is just not big enough. A wave of my hand and a delightful full length mirror stands on its own in the corner. I run my fingers over the wooden frame, the light colored wood covered with symbols and runes. The wood is warm beneath my hands, still living.

Something about my reflection in the glass catches my attention, a small streak of jet black buried in my silvery gray hair. I lean closer and gaze into my own ice blue eyes, studying them. As I suspected, flecks of violet stand out against the paler color of my irises.

A slow, sensual smile curves my full lips. Maybe a walk on the beach at the Outlook is a better idea than staying in this evening*

 

[dragonrazor]

*slips in, dropping an invite to the Pegasus Wings lounge for some discussion of a few futuristic plot ideas*

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Moving quickly I pounce the dragon before he can escape, pinning him to the floor and kissing his cheek*

Hello, my friend...

 

[dragonrazor]

*Moving quickly I pounce the dragon before he can escape, pinning him to the floor and kissing his cheek*

Hello, my friend...

Evening. How goes?

 

[Daydream_weaver]

Evening. How goes?

Tis quiet...

*sighs and climbs off Raven, pushing my hair back from my face*

So you are bouncing around ideas for futuristic storylines? I am not very knowledgeable in those areas.

 

[dragonrazor]

Tis quiet...

*sighs and climbs off Raven, pushing my hair back from my face*

So you are bouncing around ideas for futuristic storylines? I am not very knowledgeable in those areas.

Among other things. It's mostly stuff like mecha, or The Avengers, or stuff like that.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

Among other things. It's mostly stuff like mecha, or The Avengers, or stuff like that.

Is the Avengers a movie? Or a whatchamacallit...graphic novel type thing?

 

[dragonrazor]

Is the Avengers a movie? Or a whatchamacallit...graphic novel type thing?

You've never heard of the Avengers? Iron Man? Thor? Incredible Hulk? Hawkeye? Ant Man? Wasp? Black Panther?

 

[Daydream_weaver]

You've never heard of the Avengers? Iron Man? Thor? Incredible Hulk? Hawkeye? Ant Man? Wasp? Black Panther?

*laughs softly and blushes*

Individually...

 

[dragonrazor]

*laughs softly and blushes*

Individually...

The Avengers was a group of superheroes founded by Tony Stark and Captain America. in fact, Cap is referred to as The First Avenger for a reason.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

The Avengers was a group of superheroes founded by Tony Stark and Captain America. in fact, Cap is referred to as The First Avenger for a reason.

Ah, I see. Actually, I think I have seen all of those and a lot of others in one of the videos games my son has...

 

[dragonrazor]

Ah, I see. Actually, I think I have seen all of those and a lot of others in one of the videos games my son has...

Heh. Well, I had an idea of something set in the distant future. Where some people have to step into the mantles of said heroes to save humanity

 

[Daydream_weaver]

Heh. Well, I had an idea of something set in the distant future. Where some people have to step into the mantles of said heroes to save humanity

And they have to use mechas to replicate their superpowers? Or is the mecha idea a seperate one?

*slightly distracted*

Forgive me, my daughter child is plotting a pizza run...with the aid of my wallet of course.

 

[dragonrazor]

And they have to use mechas to replicate their superpowers? Or is the mecha idea a seperate one?

*slightly distracted*

Forgive me, my daughter child is plotting a pizza run...with the aid of my wallet of course.

the mecha ideas are separate. Though some of Iron Man's armor would qualify as mecha. If you read through the lounge's last page, you'll see four new ideas, one of which Luna and I are working on trying to get off the ground.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

The night is silent, save for the occasional sound of the breeze rustling through the trees. No light glows from inside the small cabin, no soft music plays. There is only the night, the stars and the cool of the evening.

Sitting on the steps of my back deck I gaze off into the darkness. A bottle dangles from my fingers, nothing special, just something fruity sweet, yet tangy. It goes down cool but builds a warmth in the pit of my stomach.

A tangled mass of silvery grey falls back from my face as I tip the bottle to my lips for another drink.

Why am I here?

In the darkness between the trees a will o' the whisp bounces past. Perhaps on its way to some high court function...or mayhap some darker deed. I feel the pull, the lure the unsuspecting feel which causes them to follow. A faint smile curls one corner of my full lips. Not tonight, but someday maybe...just for curiosity sake.

A final sip empties the bottle and I set it aside. Muscles sigh as I stand and stretch, arms reaching up to the night sky. Bare feet slip from the steps and carry me out into the cool grass. It is good to feel the earth beneath my feet. The fringe of my sarong tickles my calves as I walk and I reach for the knot at my hip. There is no one to see, and even if there was no one would care.

Spreading the square of cloth on the grass I settle onto it, laying back to gaze up at the stars. Pale skin almost seems to glow in the darkness, an offering to the night.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*The windows and doors of the small cabin are open wide letting in the evening breeze. Carrying a tall glass of ice cold fruit juice I make my way onto the back deck. The sound of nightbirds waking and the rustle of leaves in the trees brings a smile to my face. This is one of my favorite times of day.

An oversized lounger has been added to the back deck and I settle onto it making myself comfortable. A soft sigh and a few wriggles and I lay back, my eyes rising to the sky watching the color seep away as night closes in*

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*standing on the bottom of the step at the back of my small cabin I look across the clearing and wonder what I might find if I were to pass the treeline and lose myself in the darkness*

 

[dragonrazor]

*slips in, leaving an animatronic two foot high statue in the form of a mechanical faerie*

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Escaping from the heat of the day I stroll through my refuge divesting myself of the trappings of the outerworld as quickly as my hands can manage. I pause half way to my alcove to admire my new statuary, wondering where I will show her off. But I do not linger long. I dash into the alcove and snatch a sheer gray sarong from the drawer, tying it around my waist as I hurry out the back door. This is not an evening for being indoors. It is a time for the quiet of the woods, the whisper of falling water and the cool shadows

My bare feet take me quickly down the path to the creek and along its banks. I hear the sound of the water growing louder and can’t help but smile. Another turn in the path and I carefully push aside a low hanging tree limb. I have arrived.

The water is not swift or too deep, but it is enough for my needs. I untie my sarong and drape it across a nearby bush. A warm breeze caresses my bare skin and I sigh as I step carefully down into the clear, cool water. Walking across the small pond I let the water reach just below my breasts before I submerge, slipping beneath the surface quietly leaving barely a ripple.

I resurface pushing my long, silvery hair back from my face and swim toward the far side where the water cascades over the rocks and find my favorite spot. A large flat rock, barely covered by water. Here I stretch out on my back, the spray from the falls misting me and keeping me cool.

My eyes close and I let my mind drift……*

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*The cooler air of night stirs me from my musings. I slip into water as dark as the sky above, gliding away from the rocks and the frothy cascade.

Reaching calmer waters I turn onto my back. With the cooling of the air the water now feels warm...soothing. Humming softly to myself I float aimlessly, pale flesh glimmering in the darkness....

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*A deep breath raises my torso in the water, breasts rising from the dark surface of the water....a slow exhale and I sink once more. I glance down at myself and repeat my actions, watching the water wash over my stomach, my ribs and lap at my breasts.

A soft laugh and I fold my body, sinking completely, silvery hair fanning out across the surface like seagrass. Strong strokes propell me through the water and I burst from the water in a spray of droplets.*