Daydream_weaver's Refuge

[Noon_Shadow]

A bouquet of flowers is left on the porch, awaiting the mistress of the house. There is a simple note attached. It reads, "I hope to have another opportunity to visit you soon, my friend." The note is unsigned, but it should be clear enough who it is from.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*On a soft blanket, in a clearing beneath the trees I lay, one arm tucked behind my head, gazing upward. It's too beautiful to go indoors yet...the moon calls.

A gentle breeze stirs, brushing tendrils of hair from my face like a lover. A sigh...soft and wistful. This is where I belong tonight. Here beneath the moon and the open night sky.*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I had left my Haven when the last of my owed words were written and found myself on a little used track. Memories flooded back as a scent, one that hadn't been caught in forever, passed by.

I found myself wandering, footsteps leading me into barely remembered fields and groves of trees until something reminded me that near by, a Muse had made her Refuge.

Feet carried me swiftly toward the building I could sense but not see, until~eventually, I found myself staring at a woman with silver hair, taking her ease beneath the open sky. I watched from the safety of the trees, debating whether or not an intrusion would be welcome. Finally, I spoke, my voice husky from disuse.

"Hello Muse of Mine. Would you like a bit of company before the Real World whirls you out of reach?"

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Hearing a familiar and beloved voice I slowly sit up, eyes scanning the shadows beneath the trees. At first she is invisible, but soon the light of moon catches and reflects from her eyes. I can't keep the smile from my lips as I hold out a hand toward her.*

"...my Wolf...it has been far too long. Won't you come out where I can see you?"

*A fluttering begins deep in my stomach, the muscles tightening and trembling, a nervous, unsure feeling that has my smile falter slightly*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I see her there. White teeth gleaming, silver hair blowing, eyes alight with pleasure. And I find myself unable to move.

Her words make me start forward, as I hear the slight unease in her words. Within a few moments, I am kneeling beside her, my arms reaching out to pull her into a hug, my lips brushing her temple.

Hello, Muse.

I turn slightly and sit down beside her, my arm staying wrapped around her shoulders.

I wasn't sure if you had time for a small visit from me...

Fingers slip along her shoulder, marveling in the texture of her skin...

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Her lips are warm and I fit beneath her arm naturally, as if made to be there. My arm slides tentatively around her waist so I can snuggle even closer. I give her my warmth, will her to feel how glad I am to be at her side*

For you...always. But especially on a warm night, when the moon is full and the breeze feels so nice on the skin.

*turning my head I let my gaze linger on her face, taking her in. Making new memories of her.*

Are you well, tonight?

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

How odd.

I feel like...I am home.

Her body aligns itself naturally with mine and even though she is taller, somehow, she alwasy fits perfectly beneath my arm, always fills my small hands to full but not overflowing, always fits.

I find myself relaxed by the nearness of her, calmed by her presence.

I find myself very sleepy but unwilling to retreat to reality and rest. Other than that, I am fine, sweetest of Muses.

My lips curl upward, into a soft smile and my fingers roam over her shoulder before drifting upward, into the fall of her hair. Fingers tangle, tug, twine and twist~recalling to mind those previous times in our shared past when her hair was mine to stroke, pull and use.

And how are you enjoying your return to these long forgotten realms? Do you still fit as well as before, do you think?

It is difficult for me to maintain the level of friendly inquiry. She has always been a weakness for me. Whenever she is around, I find myself wanting her naked, writhing and whimpering loudly. But the time apart has been...long and I missed more than her cries of delight. So I control my more natural impusles and force myself to speak quietly...

And have you been to your Refuge proper to see whether it needs...cleaning?

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Her fingers in my hair draw a soft purring murmur to my lips, my head tilting into her hand, eyes threatening to drift closed in remembered pleasure. I take a deep steadying breath and look into her eyes, letting her see what is growing inside me*

"I haven't gotten up the nerve to enter the Refuge yet...I'm not sure it's still mine. I may need to do a bit more than a cleaning. I may have to do a complete remodel...which might be fun actually.

Will you still come to visit if I do? Still come be with me?"

*I reach out, brushing cool fingertips over her lips...wishing...teeth catch my lower lip and I bite down. I can feel her weariness and my need to see to her care wins out over my more wanton needs.

Carefully I lean closer and place a soft kiss on her lips*

"Or call me to you...when you have rested and have need of me...?"

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I smile slightly.

She should know that her refuge will always be hers, though a remodel sounds like entirely too much fun.

A yawn catches me unaware. I am fast craving my bed in the real world, but like always, I do NOT want to leave her.

You know that I will come whenever I may.

A soft kiss pressed to warm lips. A soft sigh.

I must go, love. Bed calls me loudly.

Fading away, until the next time.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

"Sleep well, my Wolf...dream sweetly...."

*The warmth of her lingers long after she fades.

I lay back on the blanket, arm once more tucked behind my head...but I no longer see the moonlit sky. I see her eyes, her face as she leans over me...*

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Walking through the woods, my feet follow a long unused yet familiar path. I hear the breeze through leaves beginning to show the change of seasons, hear the sound of water somewhere out of sight. My fingertips trail over the bark of a tree as I pass by. How I have missed this place, the peace of it...the magic. Here in my little piece of the cosmos magic abounds.

The trees thin and I stand at the edge of the clearing. My hungry eyes gaze across at the small cabin I once called home. It doesn't look like much, just a nondescript little shack tucked in amongst the trees. Hardly worth a second glance to most...just the way I had planned it. I had thought to redo everything, to start over completely, but my Refuge is still mine and I love it just the way it is.

Soft footsteps carry me closer, across the grassy clearing and up onto the small porch. The door swings open without the touch of my hand and I step over the threshold into the welcoming comfort of a space of my own.

A flick of my hand and the windows open wide, curtains fluttering as sweet smelling air clears away the mustiness of time and the dust of neglect. A gleam of my eye and all is renewed and refreshed.

As I walk through the sitting area I reach up to unbind my hair, the silvery tresses flowing in waves past my shoulders. Nimble fingers deal with buttons and zips removing the trappings of that other place, that outside place...the real world. I feel freedom wash over my bare skin, bringing me back to life. My steps grow light and I fairly dance across the floor into the sleeping alcove, a laugh building and bursting from my lips.

From the chest of drawers I take a sheer sarong of midnight blue and wrap it around my waist. The fringes swirl around my knees and tickle one thigh where it is left bare to the hip. Feet left bare I hum softly to myself as I glide through the cabin and out the french doors onto the back deck. Here the trees whisper to me once more and the birds share their songs.

Sinking down onto a lounger I sigh happily and lift my hand to pluck a black bound book from the air. The spine creaks fainly as I open it and thumb through the thick vellum pages.*

"hmmm....let's see what I've been missing...."

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Flames crackle and flicker giving warmth and light to the otherwise dark room. The hour is late yet sleep eludes me. Bare feet make no sound as I cross the floor, a cup of chamomile tea cradled in my hands. Sinking carefully into the piles of pillows layed out before the fireplace I let my eyes loses focus, my mind drift...seeking...something...

I feel my body, the blood coursing through my veins, the breath filling my lungs. My skin tingles, anticipating...craving...hungry.

A soft sigh passes my lips as I raise my cup and inhale the fragrant steam. My hopes are that it will relax me, bring sweet sleep within my reach, and yet...a part of me wishes for a different way to spend the darkest hours of the night.*

 

[BehaviorMod]

I come to a small cabin nestled amongst a stretch of woods. I second guess myself, but I've followed the instructions carefully, and precisely. I've been taken off the beaten path and lead to this small little cabin where one's eyes might pass it by, unnoticed, if you didn't focus. Luckily, detail was always something I paid quite a bit of attention to.

I walk to the door and grasp the handle, finding it unlocked as she said I would, and step inside. The interior is amazing, cozy and comforting; while still having a beauty to it. I remain at the threshold a moment longer, staying to ponder how the place could seem so much bigger on the inside; but shaking the thoughts from my mind as I step forward and take a better glance around.

To the left is a singular door leading to perhaps a bathroom or some other place requiring privacy. Next to that is a small alcove with a bed tucked into it, the sheer, see through curtains pulled around it and the sillouette of a sleeping form can be seen behind them. That must be her. Catching up on some much needed rest, perhaps. My eyes continue, once they've devoured the sleeping form of the girl behind the curtains, spotting a wall comprised almost entirely of windows with a deck behind it. Sunlight was beginning to seep through and, though inviting, my attention was pulled farther indoors to the kitchen and then, the room beside it.

To the right of the door was a very homey living area. A fireplace crackled and a few love seats and a couch dotted the room. I walk towards the fireplace and fall into the couch, the cushions threatening to eat me as I sink in to it's embrace and begin to nap. My journey here hasn't exactly been a short one, and the atmosphere practically begs me to rest a while....so I do; hoping that when I open my eyes next, the sillouette will be more than just shadows.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Awareness tickles at the edges of my sleeping mind, calls me from the depths of slumber to the waking world. Ice blue eyes flutter open, the only movement I allow as I let myself feel the air in and around my refuge. A visitor has come to call...I must make him welcome.

Stretching languidly I slip from the bed and reach for my favorite robe. The thin silk gives the illusion of modesty as I button the single catch at my waist. I step toward the curtains draped over the doorway of the sleeping alcove and they part before me as the quilt on the bed straightens itself smoothly. A wave of my hand has the smell of freshly brewed coffee soon filling the air.

I pause for a moment, my gaze moving over my guest thoughtfully. He seems relaxed, perhaps napping? I find it difficult to read him, something new to me...and a bit exciting. A pale hand reaches to tuck a lock of silvery hair behind my ear, exposing a slightly pointed tip. It is a nervous gesture and I school myself to be still.

Moving further into the room I stop just out of reach....sending a warm breath of air to brush his cheek.

"Good morning...and welcome..."

 

[BehaviorMod]

"Good morning...and welcome..."

The voice is but a faint whisper; melodic and sweet, tempting my eyes to open to see a gracefull form standing before me. I will my eyes to open farther and take in the fluid and curvy form of the girl in front of me, deep hazel orbs catching in her marble blue eyes.

"Morning. I....would have made my presence known sooner but, one was sleeping peacefully; I didn't wish to wake her. I needed a bit of rest myself after traveling here. I do hope I've come to the right place, a dreamers refuge." My eyes lower from her gaze back down her body, noticing the silk robe that hugs her form is as equally see through as the curtains that drape the bed; the curves of her breasts visible if one focuses. My eyes quickly return to hers and I smile. "My name is Seth, it's a pleasure."

 

[Daydream_weaver]

"It is very nice to meet you, Seth. Most here call me Weaver...I am glad you were able to find my Refuge. I forget sometimes that it is so out of the way."

*Closing the distance between us I settle onto the sofa, tucking my legs beneath me as I turn toward him. There is a sigh of a breeze and a tray containing two mugs and a steaming pot of coffee appears on the low table.*

"Can I offer you something...coffee? Or something else you might like?"

*I watch him carefully as the pot fills one mug and hovers over the next. Magic is commonplace here but I am always curious how new visitors will react. For a moment my gaze lingers on his lips then drops to his hands...strong looking hands.

The tip of my tongue peeks out to moisten my bottom lip and my eyes dart back to his. Must not be caught staring...*

 

[BehaviorMod]

"Weaver? A fitting name, perhaps; for one who weaves their way into someone's thoughts." I offer her a bit of a smirk as she settles into the couch beside me, her feet tucking up under her as a tray appears, the smell of coffee filling the air.

I keep my eyes focused on hers, the deep blue of her orbs liable to swallow me and cause me to get lost within them as her offering for coffee leaves her lips. I see her eyes flick down to my lips, then farther to my hands, resting there as her tongue wets her lips before rising to meet my gaze again; my observations of such causing a bit of a smile to find my lips.

"I appreciate the offer, Weaver; but I'm not much of a coffee drinker. Tea is more suitable, if one could?" I sit up more prominently in the couch, my arms stretching up before me as I work the soreness from my prone muscles, a circle of druidic runes apparent in the palm of my right hand. I see the girl staring once more and speak. "Make it black tea?"

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Making a mental note in case it should be needed I replace the pot of coffee with a pot of hot black tea. The pot tips and pours the steaming liquid into the mug as I unwind my legs and lean forward to reach for it. The soft fabric of my robe falls away, baring the pale flesh of one thigh. My gaze once again drawn as I watch him stretch and move.

My fingers feel the sting from the heat of the mug and I direct my attention back to the task at hand. Trying to keep my focus in the face of such an intriguing distraction as my guest. As I hand the mug to him I notice his posture, the way he holds himself and I wonder*

"I hope this will be more to your liking..."

*A gentle hand brushes upward along his arm to his shoulder and I scoot tentatively closer to him*

"Forgive me if I am being a bit forward...but I feel your need. May I...?"

*Leaving words behind I move my hands across his shoulders, fingers slowly pressing deeper into his muscles...waiting to see if my offer is accepted or denied.*

 

[BehaviorMod]

My gaze catches on the creamy paleness of her thigh as the sheer fabric falls from it gracefully; as if planned. The girl, Weaver, must feel my gaze upon her because only a moment passes before she hands me a mug full of hot black tea, the steam and aroma rising from it.

Her gentle, smooth voice finds my ears and I nod. "Thank you, this shall do nicely. Much better." I take the mug from her small hands with my own and feel her hand brush up my arm to a sore shoulder, her body moving even closer to mine; my body responding as I secretely enjoy the closeness.

"It is not too forward at all....I could use someone with skilled hands to reach places I'm unable. Please....you may continue."

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*A concealing mist swirls round the outer walls of the Refuge engulfing the small cabin, leaving those inside unaware.

After a time the mists cleared and the sun shone brightly through the trees*

 

[BehaviorMod]

It'd been almost two weeks since the warrior had found his way to this little out of the way cottage that's bigger on the inside. Had been almost two weeks since he had woken up within the cozy walls of the house and met it's owner. After such a meeting, 10 days had felt like quite a time. He was in need of the properties of the magical place, however, and so found it once more.

The wound hadn't been fatal, the wound could even barely be called a wound.....it was the poison that stripped him of his health and energy, and it was that health and energy he needed to recover. He could think of no better place to spend the time recovering and regaining his strength, being tended, and resting.

The home was seemingly empty early this morning, and Sethellion took the same couch near the fire he had first fallen asleep in before, and began to relax; hoping that she would appear once more and use her skills to aid him.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

A wolf comes wandering, small feet traipsing along the twig and leaf covered ground. Honey brown eyes dart from side to side. It isn't that this wolf is furred and walking on all fours. No~ this wolf is small, statuesque, brown and two footed...just like always.

Nevertheless, she can be no less than what she is~a wolf in woman's clothing.

Glancing down at herself earns a chuckle. A wolf barely covered by this woman's clothing. Black linen...wide legged slacks and a fitted black tee. All boobs, hips, ass on a frame that is barely concealed by the slim fitting clothes that encase her.

One small hand holds a bouquet.

Eventually, the wolf locates the cabin, the refuge of her Muse. Small bare feet glide up the few steps so that the colorful flowers can be left where a Muse will see them. After that chore, the wolf retreats. There is a new scent here. One unknown to her...and if her Muse has company, she does not wish to intrude.

The scent of sandalwood and vanilla wafts from her pores...marking the porch.

The Muse will know that she came. That is all that matters.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*There is a hush in the woods on this misty morning. Rain has fallen during the night and now the leaves that once rustled are wet and settled on the ground. Pulling the hood of my long coat closer around my face I follow the familiar path, my steps quick and sure. A whim has kept me elsewhere, captivated by new places and new creatures and the need to not really think. But it is time to come home.

Stopping at the edge of the clearing I close my eyes and test the air, my senses feeling the vibrations, testing the scents. Rain may have fallen but there are some scents that cling to my refuge because they belong there. The scent of…wolf…my Wolf. A smile curves full lips as I cross to the porch of my little cabin and find a memento left by one so dear. A bright spot of color on a gray and misty day.

The door swings open as I approach, welcoming me into the warmth and safety of my home where I find another surprise. The echo of a visitor, caught in the flux of time. I circle, sensing his need for a quiet place to regroup and recover…to rest. There is a twinge of sadness that I had not been there to aid him. I hope that he found some of what he sought and would return at some point.

The wood on the hearth crackles to life with joyful flames as I turn toward the sleeping alcove. I shrug out of my coat and it floats gracefully to a hook beside the front door. Piece by piece the trappings of that other place disappear. I shed the armor I must wear when I am in the world of the mundane until my pale skin can breath.

In the bathing room off the alcove water begins to fill the deep tub, fragrant steam rising and flooding the air…the scent of deep fertile earth, growing things now turning slumberous, a hint of amber and a touch of vanilla…soothing scents…seductive scents. My hands gather the mass of silvery hair that tumbles around my shoulders and twist it up onto my head as I step into the tub and let my body sink down. The heat stings my chilled skin at first then seeps in, relaxing muscles that have been far too tense for far too long.*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

A wolf wanders.

Clad in fur, four footed, gray and brown and white.

She wanders.

Through misty woods and deep streams, round a waterfall and along wild flower strewn pathways, she wanders.

Until she sees...the cabin.

It is just outside the wards, the ones that guard this place from harm, that she allows herself to settle. Maybe a Muse is here, maybe not. No matter. She will wait. If the gods are willing, a Muse will know she has come to call.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Skin still slightly damp I step from the bathing room into the alcove, the coolness of the air causing gooseflesh to race up my arms and down my spine. I slip into my favorite dressing gown, securing the fastener at my waist and pad barefooted toward the kitchen.

A tingle, a faint tremor in my wards, has me pausing and turning toward the door. There is something...my heart trips and I am at the door throwing it open and stepping onto the porch.

Ice blue eyes search, moving restlessly...seeking. The wind picks up mirroring the sudden intensity of my emotions, molding fabric to my body and tugging my hair free to whip around my face.

She is there...somewhere just outside...and I need her closer...*