Daydream_weaver's Refuge

[Luna_Wolf72]

She steps outside, wrapped in a robe, silver white hair tossing due to the wind, which has picked up. I can feel her searching for me. Her gaze alighting on my shape, time and again. I do not think she knows that she has seen me. Nevertheless, I know now that she is here.

Fur retreats. Pulls away. Muzzle fades. There is pain but I care not. Muscles and bone reform. From four feet to two feet. From fur clad to sky clad. From wolf to woman. I rise from my spot on the ground, nude. Brown. Short. Curved. And wait for her to notice me again.

Feet carry me to her porch, to her side.

"Hello, my Muse. I have been waiting for you."

Arms reach to enfold, to pull her close, stealing her heat. Taking her warmth for my own. Sensitive nostrils store her scent~vanilla, musk, something else.

"I need warmth pretty....is cold out here..."

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*There...movement catches my eye and I watch her approach. I cannot speak, not yet. I can feel her, before she even reaches for me I can feel the a force coming from her. She calls to me before she even speaks.

Then her arms are around me, her bare skin cool against my body. My arms circle round her, offering her what she needs...my warmth, my spirit, my care...*

"Will you come inside, my Wolf...come in from the cold?"

*I begin to back toward the door, my arms gently urging her to follow...moving us hesitantly toward the sleeping alcove*

"Come let me tuck you in where it is warm and safe...let me hold you?"

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

She embraces me.

Her home...accepts me. I can feel the heat of the place as it rises to chase away the last of my shivers.

I want to be held and to hold.

I want to kiss and be kissed.

I need the quiet she provides in much the same way that others need air.

"Please."

My voice is husky, quiet. Alto verging toward tenor with a hint of the inner wolf showing through. One hand reaches for the tie that holds her robe, closed. I unknot it, small hand moving to the slight round of her belly.

I have always liked her belly. It is perfection. Firm yet soft. Mostly flat but with a slight heft that means she eats...unlike some of these starving women out here who wouldn't know food if it got up and bit them.

"Take me to cuddle, Muse of Mine. I need that today..."

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*The muscles beneath her hand tremble at her touch and I smile. A thought and I am bare as she, a slight motion and my lips brush against her temple, a whisper of breath and the magic of the refuge takes us…

The softness of the bed welcomes our bodies, skin to skin, arms and legs entwined in an age old design. My hair swirls around our faces as I lean close to press a simple, sweet kiss on her lips…tasting her for a moment to let her know I am here for her.*

“Rest your head, my Wolf…let me bear some of the weight for a time”

*My hands smooth over her back, her shoulders, slowly stroking her hair as I lean back onto the pillow and cradle her against my breast*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Silence overwhelms and bundles me under.

My Muse is here and it is enough. For now.

Eyes closed, I drift into the abyss from which I have no return...at least not until after the 25th.

Thank you, my Muse.

Darkness enfolds in much the way that her arms do. I am with her...and that is enough.

 

[BehaviorMod]

It's been a very trying time as of late. The physical wounds sustained before the warrior had last visited this cottage had healed. A side effect of the time spent on the inside of the seemingly non chalant and secluded home. The inside could only have been described as a magical place. A place where one forgets, wounds become better and fade into memory, and one can find pleasure in the most simple or complicated of things.

It was a place where the fire crackled to life all by itself, and never went out unless it's owner willed it to. Where mugs could fill themselves up with the drinkers preference....and a place that generally made everything else seem so distant.

The warrior; Sethellion, finds himself on the doorstep of this place once more. His physical wounds now healed, he is only left with wounds of a mental nature. Wounds of the mind, and wounds of the heart. Wounds of frustration and annoyance, and of memories. He opens the door and steps through the threshold and find's the place exactly as he'd left it; cozy and inviting, but currently empty.

He sits down in front of the fire and grabs a mug, thinking of hot cocoa that's the perfect drinking tempurature; only to find it waiting in his mug when he glances down at it. He smiles and sighs, a bit of stress escaping with the sound, and settles back into the couch to await the arrival of the one who weaves dreams. The one only known as Weaver.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Shivering slightly from the rain and chill I make my way through the woods once more. Whatever had blocked my entrance to my chosen world seems to have been conquered…for the time being at least. The clouds hide the light of the moon but I need no assistance finding my way along the path. My feet know the way, my heart the destination.

The rain seeps through the thick cloth of my coat, drips from the rim of my hood to trace along my cheek. It is cold but it makes me smile. On a whim I push back the hood and turn my face up to the weeping sky as I step into the clearing around my Refuge. The falling drops bathe my face and plasters my hair to my scalp. It matters not. With a soft laugh I spin and twirl, slowly stepping to the rhythm of the rain, the sighing song of the wind.

Long fingers find and slip free buttons and my coat slides from my shoulders to be sent ahead to hang neatly inside the door. Dark clothing, the trappings of that outer world, is soon soaked and clinging to my body. I care not, the night sets me free. Arms lift to the heavens and I dance…*

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*In the silence of the cabin there is a faint pop...the sound of air being dispaced, filled in an instant. Bare feet whisper across the carpet, carrying me from the sleeping alcove. Silvery hair falls in disheveled waves around my face accenting the flush of color on my normally pale cheeks. The evening has left me filled with a strange longing...a nearly desperate ache.

I flick a hand toward the fireplace. Flames leap high with a sound much like the growl of a living creature. It makes me smile and growl softly back. Ice blue eyes flicker lavender for a moment...only a single moment and control returns.

Fingers tighten around a rolled canvas clutched in my hand. A new find. It suits my mood tonight...something I wish for. I approach a section of blank wall and cast the canvas outward. In slow motion it unfurls and settles attaching itself to the wall as I step back to admire my new acquisition*

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Cradling a steaming mug in both hands I cautiously make my way toward the fire. I feel like a pale reflection of myself tonight, pale and hollow. I sink down, nearly disappearing into the mound of overlarge pillows strewn on the floor near the hearth. The heat is welcome, but it doesn’t seem to be able to reach the chill at the very core of my being. It is hard to warm what isn’t completely physical.

A sip from my mug brings a sigh and my eyes drift closed…lemon and honey and just a dash of something that burns slightly as it goes down. I shouldn’t, but tonight I don’t care. I need to feel something besides this…something better.

Another sip and I stretch my bare feet toward the crackling flames. Pale toes wiggle, the firelight reflecting off black painted nails. The sight brings a small smile to my lips. A friend’s attempt to cheer me…and it worked a little. If only she knew that there was something more that I needed, something that would most likely have her running away in confusion and possibly a bit of fear. My smile becomes a low chuckle at the thought and I immediately feel guilty.

I move carefully, slowly, settling deeper into the pillows…this is good…this helps…this is almost enough…*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

A wolf wanders near by. She can smell pain and sickness...and wants to offer comfort. She does not go toward the small rustic cabin. Instead, she settles herself on the outskirts of the clearing and watches.

Her Muse may need her...and if she does...the wolf will be here.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*I feel a shift…a tremor on the air…the hint of…wolf…

A flick of ice blue eyes toward the door and it creaks slowly open. I suppress a giggle at the dramatic sound. Where did that come from? My door has never creaked before. Perhaps my Refuge is reflecting my own state of being. I bite my lip to hold in another mirthful sound and wonder when the funhouse mirrors will arrive. I really shouldn’t have had that toddy along with everything else.

In the dimness of the fire lit room I stare toward the open door. I can almost see the chilly night breeze that wafts in.*

“Luuuuunnnaaa….”

*The soft sighing of her name is barely audible, but I know she can hear.*

“Come inside, my Wolf….won’t you come be with me…?”

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

A whisper on the night's wind. A Muse's voice coercing me ever inward. I rise and move toward the cabin, honey brown eyes focusing upon the opened door.

Small feet take the stairs that lead up to the porch~one, two, three and soon enough I step inside. The cabin itself is dim, lit only by the flickering of flames from her fireplace. My Muse is nestled by the fire, looking pale and scrumptious and like all that is womanly and good.

"Hello, sweetest of Muses."

I move closer until I am just beside her nest of pillows and blankets. Kneeling just behind her, I settle into the pile and pull her backward, so that her head rests upon my breasts...strong arms envelope her in a warm hug.

"How are you doing??"

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*The sight of her moving through the shadows warms me like nothing has been able to in so long. She always has that effect on me, and more. Her voice…just a simple greeting and yet it flows over me like a caress.

I sigh as I am drawn into her embrace and let myself relax against her warmth. My hands stroke over her arms, hugging them around me like a shield.*

“I am not quite myself tonight, my Wolf.”

*My eyes close and I let myself go completely still save for the fingers of one hand that trace slow circles on her forearm.*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I hear the echoes of something other beneath the simple statement. No matter. She is STILL my Muse...and I am here.

"You do not have to be anything other than what you are, Muse of my heart. Explanations are not needed nor required."

My lips find her temple and linger there. No words now. Only the crackling of the fire and the silence of two who know one another...and are content to just be together, in this little bubble.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

"Thank you, my Wolf...so much..."

*How she understands is a miracle to me. I could not begin to explain myself, but I can be here, wrapped up in her, and let the rest slip away for a time. A smile curves my lips and I shift, slowly turning my head so that I can rest my lips against the side of her throat.

Her scent fills my lungs, enticing and calming at the same time. A kiss...just one...there, where her pulse moves beneath her skin*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Her words are soft, a whisper in the silence. The thanks is not needed, nor required but I know that she wants to give it. I say nothing. No words will ease the ache she feels and my presence is all the balm I can offer.

As usual it is both more, and less, than enough. Her head turns. Her lips taste the skin that covers the pulse that beats in my throat. My arms cuddle her closer...before I twist away and rearrange us, within the soft confines of her nest.

She is taller than me. It matters not. Her head is pillowed upon my shoulder, one arm beneath her neck, the other curving over her back. Legs entwine. The firelight traces us in red and orange.

There is a measure of peace here.

I missed her...and for me...to have her in my arms, if only for this moment? It is enough...and I am grateful.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*A low, rumbling purr thrums in my chest as she moves us. Our bodies fit together like pieces of some intricate puzzle, meant to be this way. I let my eyes open just enough to gaze down at the two of us, to watch my own hand as it rests at her hip. Fingers move, curling to scratch ever so lightly, maybe too lightly to be felt at all.

I smile softly, letting my hand flatten and pull her even closer before I relax again. Another sigh passes my lips and I let my eyes slip shut once more, concealing what lies in their depths. I nuzzle into her, storing the feel and scent of her away in my heart.*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

The silence surrounds me. Her scent soothes me. The feel of her next to me...completes me. Soon enough, I am drifting...

and eventually, I sleep.

I am home...for just this little while...and I do not, will not dream.

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

*the soft thud of boots on hard ground echos his arrival. the flow of his open trench coat behind him, jeans clung tight to all the right places on his body he moves about, nose flaring as he scents the air, looking around, a rogue smirk on his lips Black tshirt tucked into jeans and biker boots, His voice a rough edge of a growl, deep yet not obscenely so in his barrel chest*

beautiful place

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*In the darkness one single candle burns on a bedside table. Its light casts shadows around the sleeping alcove of the small cabin. Lying on my stomach across the soft bed I watch the flame dance and reach out occasionally to pass my fingers through its warmth. My mind is full this night. Too full to allow sleep to come.

Soft music plays in the dark, barely audible...deep tones, sensual rhythms. I dip a finger in the melted wax pooled around the burning wick and watch it solidify as it cools.

Outside the wind howls through the trees, rain lashes at the eaves and yet here in this safe haven there is warmth and comfort and promise. With a catlike stretch I turn onto my side, my ice blue eyes traveling over the ceiling following the shadows, watching as they come together to form figures in the night. Angels and demons, lovers and strangers...all moving together at the whim of the candle's glow.*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

A wolf wanders, holding a gift wrapped in dark blue and silver. She meanders through the woods and, eventually, finds the Refuge of a long lost Muse.

Stairs are climbed and the present is left at the door. She doesn't knock. She just...
sets it down and moves away...

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*A faint trembling of my wards alerts me to a visitor. I sit up in the middle of the bed, silvery hair tumbling around bare shoulders. I listen, head tilted to one side. No knock...no footsteps...no call...

Perhaps I imagined it.

Grey silk slips up along pale thighs as I scoot to the edge of the bed and stand. I hesitate, standing in the dim glow of the candle for a moment before moving into the darker sitting room. I can still feel it, the echo of a presence...a hint of familiar energy.

The door swings open as I approach, but I can tell no one is there. A gust of wind plasters the sheer cloth of my gown against my body. It is cold, but I don't really notice. Something more interesting has caught my eye. I sweep the package up and gaze toward the deep dark of the treeline...wondering...curious...

Bare feet carry me swiftly back to the alcove as the front door drifts almost closed. A puff of wind catches it at the last moment and leaves it ajar. Unmindful, I climb up to sit cross legged in the middle of the bed, a grin curling my lips.

Paper rustles and a soft giggle escapes as I see the adorable little box that still carries the scent of one who I hold dear. Fingers search and find the key, winding it to set the music playing. Another giggle of pure delight. I stretch across the bed to set the box on the night table beside the flickering candle, laying there watching it in the warm light.

Ice blue eyes begin to finally drift shut...sleep has come a'courting*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Finally, I reach the home of my Muse, barely seen but NEVER forgotten. I wait for the wards to acknowledge me and then press lightly upon her door. The cabin is dusty with disuse as it has been at least a week since her last visit.

Though I would love to scrub it for her, on my hands and knees, I feel that would be to much an intrusion so confine myself to a few bits of magic~one that disperses dust and another which sets things to rights.

I do not add scent, nor do I move to her more intimate areas. I stay in the public places and within a few moments everything from the front entrance to her bedroom door looks fresh and new.

Giving a nod, I set my card upon her mantel and prepare to retreat.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Darkness spreads her mantle over the woods, night creatures whisper as they wake. Day is done...this is their time.

Swift feet carry me along the familiar path toward my cabin refuge. The darkness doesn't bother me, but for some reason I would like to be indoors before the last of the day's light is gone. A twig cracks somewhere in the shadows under the trees and I glance toward the sound as I walk faster. I know it is just my imagination...this feeling of being watched, of being followed. A faint smile curls my lips as the path opens onto the clearing and I see the darker shadow of my cabin. My sanctuary and escape.

Hurrying across the open space and up onto the wooden porch I stop to glance back toward the thickening dark beneath the trees. Sometimes my imagination has a life of its own.

My home feels different as I step inside. Flames leap to life on the hearth and begin to dance atop candles around the room. I had expected a closed up feeling, a coldness one feels when entering a room left unused for too long. Instead there is a freshness, a welcoming feel. I move slowly around the room, scenting the air, but there is nothing. My home just feels...cared for.

I turn toward the sleeping alcove and stop. Something catches my eye, a card left on the mantle. My fingers brush over it as I read the words. My heart misses her, my arms wish for her...some day soon time will have to be on our side.

Humming softly to myself I move on to the sleeping alcove and begin stripping out of the trappings of the day. I stand before the mirror, watching the way the glow from the other room casts shadows on my pale skin. Hands trace curves and planes a moment before reaching to take a silk robe from the closet. The soft fabric whispers against my skin as I secure the belt at my waist and head toward to kitchen...I feel like a nice mug of hot chocolate.*

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*The sun shines, the sky is blue, but I know it is deceptive. Outside there is a cutting chill.

The steaming mug of tea cradled in my hands soothes...the heat, the fragrance, the taste. This is what I need today. A bit of overindulgence last night has left my head with a slight ache. That wasn't like me. I don't do that...but last night I had to let go.

Bare feet carry me away from the window, my breath leaving me in a long sigh. There are things to be done today. Real world things I'd rather not be responsible for. Today I just want to stay here in my refuge. To let my mind roam free and bring me the enjoyment denied me in that other place.

But I am a dutiful daughter and I will drag myself away from this place of peace...I will...maybe after a few more minutes...*