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Deeva's Den of Darkness

A warm and sunny day proved to be the perfect setting for inspiration. The windows were open and the soothing sound of rushing water from the fountain soothed her soul somewhat. Starting out her morning with a phone call that made her feel like her world tilted on its axle was not how she wanted her week to begin. A silent prayer was sent up for her sister and the long road she had ahead of her, but she was strong, she had fought this fight before and would push through it again. Still, it felt right to kneel and light a candle so she could take a moment to whisper words of healing that she hoped would travel all the miles between them. Once her soul felt stronger, she rose up, dried her eyes and curled up in the window seat with pen and notepad.
 
Through the darkness he travels, to the naked eye all is seen is just a fine fog creeping through the cracks of the den. Moving in silent he waits for his moment. Seeing her distracted he leaves a single rose in a vase with a note written on it. Never materializing fully the fog creeps low to the floor. As it rolls slowly to a vent high on the wall shrouded in shadows. Slowly all of the mysterious fog disappears into the vent as fast as it rolled in it disappears leaving a tiny token behind. The only clue he leaves behind is the tell tale scent of peppermint the flavor of his new found crutch.
 
A cooling breeze tickled over the back of her neck. Turning, she expected to see someone there but the room was empty. That's when she spotted the blood red rose on her desk. A lone, heartfelt offering that accompanied a handwritten note. She left her spot by the window and retrieved the parchment, leaning towards the lovely flower and breathing in the rich floral scent. There was something else, the fresh scent of peppermint that lingered, bringing a smile to her face. It was then she knew who had slithered in and out of her den without her seeing them. Gently, she opened the rolled parchment, reading his words, then holding it close to her heart. He always knew when she needed him. For that, she would always be thankful.
 
Without disturbing the sounds of the birds or even drawing the attention of the kitten, he silently made his way towards her. He smiled as he noticed the large pile of paperwork holding her focus.

As he arrived behind her, he raised his hands and placed them on her shoulders. Not giving her the opportunity to jump, scream or escape his hands, he started to massage her shoulders.

"No bigger perfectionist than the writer going over his or her own work." He commented with a smile, knowing all the times he rewrote his work.
 
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*Leaves her a :rose: and lots of love to find when she comes back inside. He'll be gone for awhile traveling but he'll check on her from afar*

Take care babydoll. I miss you.
 
Leaving the comfort of her bed, she ventures into the kitchen to make coffee. The day before there had been visitors while she'd been wrapped up in work. She always loved when her friends stopped by and was glad they understood how it was to be consumed by writing. Soon as she caught up with work, she would have time to create posts for the stories that were waiting on her.

Now that the coffee was perking, it was time to shower and dress. With another long work day ahead of her, she padded on bare feet to the bathroom and turned the water on to let it warm up. As she took off her robe and hung it on the hook by the shower, she thought about someone that that she was looking forward to writing with once their schedules coincided. It was going to be a treat, a battle of wills and wit with an intelligent, arrogant, yet endearing man. It should be interesting to see how it played out.
 
With a grin he found the clothes she had decided on wearing. They would surely look good on her, but fun would it be to let her pick. So he removed them and instead placed a nice set of lingerie on the spot where her clothes had been. On top of it he placed a small note.

"Much better for working and posting" Unseen he left again, but he was sure she would know her stalker
 
Exiting the shower and slipping on her robe, she wraps her long red hair up in a towel and enters her bedroom. She saw it immediately, the silky bit of lingerie waiting on the bed for her. There was a brief note, unsigned, but once she read it she knew who it was from. With a smirk, she went into her closet and found another pair of jean cutoff shorts and tank top. He wasn't choosing her clothing, and she surely wasn't hanging around in lingerie all day. But next time they crossed paths, he might be the one stripped down and dressed up if he wasn't careful. He'd be lucky if she even found the time to write the post he was waiting on. In fact, it might do her stalker some good to have to wait.

That decided, she combed the tangles from her hair and left it to hang dry in soft waves. She didn't need to mess with it. Today would be spent at home behind her desk, working. It took only a few more moments before she was ready and heading to the kitchen to fix a lemon water and a bowl of fresh berries for breakfast to eat while she wrote.
 
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