Daydream_weaver's Refuge

[Daydream_weaver]

*Where the sting of the crop could not wring sound from me, the teasing touch of her hand could. First a whimper and then a low moan as her lips cover mine. She tastes of heaven.

I hear her speak and the words swirl round in my head seeking to connect but failing as her head drops between my thighs and I feel her tongue on me. My head falls back and a sharp cry is torn from my lips. Hands fly of their own will to sink into soft curls, my hips jerking under her dedicated attention. There is no slow build, no winding of my nerves and tightening of my muscles. There is only a sudden burst of fire.

My body jerks with each thrashing of her tongue, curling forward over her head. I couldn't keep the deep cries from escaping if I wanted to and I don't try. I give myself over to her and the pleasure she inflicts on my willing body*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

My head throbs, my ears are stuffed full of the sounds of her cries. I feel replete. Better. Saner. More together. This is what I needed. Once she releases my curls, I slip upward, pressing my mouth to hers once more. Kissing her deeply, sweetly. My voice is soft.

Mine. Now, let's get you to bed.

I pick her up and carry her through the cabin, into the bedroom. A wave of one hand, refreshes the sheets and soon, I am slipping her into the warm confines of her bed. My arms release her, for the long moment it takes to slip in beside her, and then I am covering us both up and cuddling her close to me.

Sleep, sweet one. My Muse. Rest. I will stay until your eyes allow you to do so.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

Yours, my Wolf...

*I can still taste her kiss as my arms wind round her neck. Heavy lids drop closed as she carries me in and settles me into the bed. I am limp, spent, my body barely able to move as she pulls the quilt over us. And yet my mind still whirls with the wonder of her.

I curl around her, feeling wanted and cared for and safe. A soft sigh and I begin to drift away*

Good night, my dearest Wolf...

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I hold her...and hold her...and wait...

The light fades and so do we.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Good night, sweet Muse. Thank you.

 

[Bacetti]

*peek*

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Intense rains have left the woods with a heavy feeling, cold and wet and unwelcoming.

And why should they welcome her, she who had abandoned them for so long. The small cabin nestled in the clearing gave off an air of emptiness, loneliness. Windows that once glowed with candlelight and the dancing shadows cast by warming flames were now dark and blank, like blind eyes.

Yet if one listened hard there was still an echo of happier times…life, passion, love and friendship...precious memories.

At the edge of the tree line a figure huddles inside a tattered, dark grey cloak. Ice blue eyes peer hungrily from the depths of the hood, watching what had once been her refuge. So many hours of comfort and pleasure it had given her. She wanted to go back in time, wanted to relive those memories...but perhaps one could never really go back...perhaps one should strive simply to move forward.

Cold wet seeps into her shoes as she crosses the clearing and steps up onto the wooden porch. There is no tingle, no wards had been left to protect and alert. The door handle resists for a moment before giving way, the hinges creaking in the stillness. She steps across the threshold and stands in the dim, chilly space that was once the center of her own special world. Dust and cobwebs give the room an eerie feel, ominous.

A long sigh escapes full lips. There is a lot of work to be done…*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

These woods feel...empty.

A wolf comes wandering. Through trees that are no longer welcoming.

Past a brook and a stream and a lake that no longer burbles merrily. Instead, the dankness becomes a part of it.

The whole of it.

No matter.

The wolf wanders, until she stumbles upon the clearing that houses the cabin, that used to hold a Muse.

It is there...just in sight of the abandoned place that was once filled with so much laughter and happiness...

the wolf stops.

Rests.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

I am so sorry....

*My voice echoes hollowly in the lonely space. It would be so easy to fix everything…just a flick of a finger, a wink of an eye, a whisper of magic and all would be clean and cleared and right again. But that would be too easy. This refuge deserves better. It deserves sweat, tears, perhaps even blood to set it right.

Chilled fingers fumble with the fastenings of my cloak, removing it even though there is no warmth to replace it. Sheer tatters of once pearly grey fail to cover my pale form. With a shrug they too fall away, leaving me as bare as a child at birth. The cold, damp air raises gooseflesh along my arms and sends a shiver down my spine. Perhaps that is where I should start, with a bit of warmth.

In the dimness of the evening I can just make out the fireplace in the corner. If all is as I left it there should be matches and tinder…but first the hearth must be swept clean. As I make my way across the room I catch my shin on the low table set before the sofa. A tear wells up and falls onto my bare chest, the first tribute.

It takes time, clearing the hearth and laying a fire. It makes me appreciate gifts I have taken for granted. As the fire catches and grows I move away to light long unused candles until the entire room begins to glow. My body shivers, still feeling the chill that is slowly beginning to dissipate. No time to waste…

How long? I quickly lose track as I put my all into righting the wrong I have done my precious refuge. Slowly the dust and cobwebs are cleared away. All traces of abandonment and neglect are wiped away by my own hand. Fresh linens grace the bed, fresh towels hang in the bathing room, the air once more carries the scent of vanilla and dark earth and growing things.

Finally I stand in the center of the cabin, pale skin smudged with grime, silvery hair hanging in limp tendrils. I realize I have taken on the marks of neglect I had heaped on this place. My chest rises and falls rapidly with my breathing but there is a smile on my lips. The refuge is reborn, alive, mine once more. A bead of sweat runs down my spine, the second tribute.

Humming softly I walk through the sleeping alcove into the bathing room. I contemplate a moment then turn to the glassed in shower, adjusting the water to run with stinging heat over my body. My mind is not completely focused, my wards not set, but it matters not…I am home.*

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*The fire crackles happily on the hearth, candles glow softly around the room, soft music plays from somewhere...relaxing, comforting and so welcoming. It is good to be home again.

Carrying a steaming mug of rich and creamy hot chocolate I make my way to the sofa and sink into its deep cushions. There is a book on the sofa's arm, but I am not sure I want to read tonight. A part of me just wants to sit here, watching the fire burn, and enjoy my drink. I have needed this place more than I care to admit.

Ice blue eyes travel around the room, taking in the freshness of it all. I am glad that my refuge welcomed me back.

Snuggling deeper into the sofa cushions I pay little attention as my soft, thick robe falls back revealing a pale leg to the thigh. Fingers cradle the stinging heat of my mug and bring it to my lips...a simple pleasure greatly enjoyed.*

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*The scent of fresh brewed coffee wafts through the small cabin, an aroma of comfort and welcome. Taking a cup I curl up on a seat by the French doors and look out at the rainy morning.

The wind dances with the trees and scuttles the clouds across the sky. The world is wet and dripping...fertile.

Oh how I long for Spring...

 

[jack80]

Sure feels like it today, spring that is

 

[Daydream_weaver]

Good day, Jack... *smiles and waves him in*

I see you found your way.

I feel Spring, there's that expectancy in the air...but I'd like a little sunshine to encourage it along.

 

[jack80]

Well where I'm from its poking out. And the warm weather feels nice.


*looks around* nice place. Cozy.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

Thank you...have a seat if you'd like. Can I get you something to drink?

*taking my nearly empty mug I head toward the kitchen for a refill, pausing to lightly rest fingertips on Jack's arm*

The cupboards are well stocked, of course...anything you fancy?

 

[jack80]

Yes, some of that great smelling coffee please.

*Smiles up at you, feeling a goose bumps as your fingertips rest on my arm*

I could smell it on my way by, and remembered you asked to come visit you. Found myself with some free time, and thought I would do just that.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

Excellent choice...*glides off to the kitchen to assemble a small tray with sugar cream and spoon and a generous sized mug of steaming black coffee to match my own.*

I'm glad you remembered. Give yourself a break from the nasty things you usually find in the woods.

*Returning to the sitting area I place the tray on the low table, take up my own drink and curl up in the corner of the sofa*

I wasn't sure how you take your coffee...

 

[jack80]

Some cream and sugar, though not too much. But it sure does smell delicious.

*Takes a seat on the other end of the sofa*

So, what is it you do here. All by yourself in these scary woods.

*I say that with a smile as I turn to look at you, a twinkle in my eye*

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*watches him through the steam, fingers cradling my mug*

It's not that scary here...not now. The woods and I are friends again. This is my refuge, my base of operations. I come here to relax and plot and plan and escape.

And I have friends who visit on occasion...

What do you do here in the land of Lit? What are your interests?

 

[jack80]

Mostly to work on my story telling. I came here for the stories, but when I saw there were some roleplaying going on... I got intrigued and decided to stay. Met some great and lovely people so far. Present company included.

*He continues to smile as he takes a sip of his coffee, relishing in the taste.*

This is good. Truth be told, I was a bit shy. But I like the community and I have been enjoying myself. I like seeing and reading the way people... express themselves here.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

There are a lot of really talented writers here...people who express themselves so well that I can almost 'see' what they are saying. I can only dream of writing so well, but I enjoy spending time here playing with ideas.

I sometimes think I'd like to get involved in something again, but I would hate to disappoint anyone.

*tucks one foot beneath me and leans forward a bit*

I'm glad you like the coffee. A friend owns a roasting company, she calls this blend Black Rose...not sure of her secret, but it's my favorite.

 

[jack80]

I can agree with that. Sometimes I look at what i write and think I can do better. Look at what they wrote, you can just feel it.

But I think if both people are enjoying themselves, then that's all that matters.

*leans his arm onto the back of the sofa, his elbow bent, head resting in the palm of his hand as his eyes search yours*

If you ever decide to try again let me know. And don't worry about disappointing me if we did. More then likely it shall be I that comes up short.

*looks to the mug of coffee on his other hand.*

Might have to get a bag to go. I so do not like getting up in the morning.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Ice blue eyes slowly regain focus, an embarassed smile curving my lips*

You'll have to forgive me...sometimes the real world hijacks me with no warning.

I'm going to have to be offline for a while, but I do hope we can visit again soon. Maybe I will come and visit your shop....

*extending one hand toward the kitchen I crook one slender finger...soundlessly a small bag drifts across the room landing gently in my palm. I hold it out toward you, a simple picture of a black rose showing on the label*

Please, take this...for in the morning. A token of new friendship.

 

[jack80]

(Don't know how I didn't respond to this already)

Coffee worked great, thanks. Was able to get up and meet the cable guy and now I have all this bandwidth.. and currently nothing to use it with.


And I'll be sure to keep an eye out, or a nose, to see when you are back ;p

And please do visit my shop. You never know what that mundane item's story is, till you have had a chance to experience it yourself.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Windswept and speckled with raindrops I burst through the door of my refuge, excitement radiating from my being like unseen light. A pale hand clutches a rolled canvas to my chest protectively.

The easel...I must have the easel. Where did I put that blasted thing?

Ice blue eyes sweep the room searching unnecessarily until, with a sigh of exasperation and a flick of my free hand, the easel appears near the cold hearth. Why do I make these things more difficult for myself? With slow deliberate motions I begin to unroll the canvas, placing it on the easel. The edges catch hold and seal flattening the picture for my perusal.

I step back, hands to my lips...palms pressed together as if in prayer. Ahh...that's better. Now I can see...*

*The picture tantalizes me. Who is she, this daughter of fire and steel? Why does this effigy call to me?

Silent feet begin to pace, my body moving but my gaze never straying from my prize. Energy, deep pulsing inspiration, washes through me in low waves. I need to know her, need to crawl inside and feel the warmth of life beginning.

Fingers tremble as I reach out and trace along the curve of a shoulder, the corded muscle of a bicep, and I feel...want. Aching, nearly desperate want.

The pile of cushions on the floor welcome me as flames crackle to life in the fireplace. From the ether a black bound book and quilled pen come to my hands and I open to a blank page...my eyes still drawn time and again to the picture before me*