Luna's Haven~closed save for invitees.

[Luna_Wolf72]

Hmm...so I owe for FHD, E, and PGOD plus a Sweet Pea piece...I think I might be able to carve out the words for my queen and my Fae this evening. Maybe, Lorna will take just a bit longer...as I love her and want her to be just right...

Sweet Pea? I have notes for.

I will try.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*A gentle knock at her door, a patient presence, a concerned friend.

He waits for her to answer the door or beckon him in.*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I hear a knock, capture the scent of a passing friend. The door unlocks and drifts open, just enough to welcome him inside. I call out, softly~

"Hello dear one."

 

[fr33ks33k]

*The door opens, letting the scent of sandalwood finding his nose. He smiles as her voice wafts out to meet him as well, stepping into the cabin and coming over to where she sits*

Hello Luna. It's nice to see you. I've been wondering where you'd wandered off to. From what I've read your visits will be sparse. I'm sad to hear that, but you must do what will make you feel best.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Turning away from the low fire, I glance sideways before he notices me doing so. His voice is quiet, calm, soothing. Just another reason why I crush on him quietly, in my head.

I am trying to work out a solution...something that will allow me at least the time to finish my threads here before I call a halt to my Lit career. A one shouldered shrug as my other shoulder is sore from the tattoo I got there on Monday, in the Real World. I plan on doing THAT at least, maintaining the stories I love here, until they are finished.

One small hand beckons him to a nearby chair.

How are you?

 

[fr33ks33k]

*He takes the offered seat, noticing the one-sided shrug she gives, a brow quirking curiously. One leg is crossed perpendicular over the other, shin resting on his knee. His hands find their place on the armrests*

I'm doing alright. Getting a little restless, but I'm sure it too will pass. I'm glad that you're going to keep with it until the stories are done. At least while you can.

Something wrong with your shoulder?

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

A smile. He had noticed the stiffness. Pulling my top away from left shoulder, I turn slightly and offer him a view of my shoulder blade, unimpeded by a bra strap.



As for the rest of it...I am hoping it passes. It usually does...but if it doesn't, I will take a page from Vailish and retreat from the Lounge all together.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*His eyes play over the ink that now adorns her skin. A zodiac symbol, no...two zodiac symbols if his memory serves.*

Nice. Scorpio...and Aquarius? I'm a bit rusty on my astrology.

*A nod at her statements, a sad smile curling his lips*

I understand. I think I've started to notice a lot of the things you had already seen. But, one can only hope for the best and see where things lead.

 

[palemoon2035]

*A smile upon my face as I approach the lovely home of the lovely she-wolf. I need not stay and visit. I'm not even sure if she is home. I simply want her to know. I leave a whisper. The sort of whisper that will linger. Words floating in the air until the one it is meant for can hear it.*

Luna, I left a piece of writing for you. Thank you for your patience.

*I leave again. Though, my warmth and kind thoughts remain, lingering just as the whisper does.*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

The cabin fills with the scent of burning~hard wood~a hint of cedar, a touch of oak. Lights flicker into existence, long before I reach the clearing that houses my home. In the distance I hear Sunrise, I hear Gray...but I don't see them. I very rarely do.

Soon enough, I am on the porch and the door is opening before me. I have got to try and write. I have lost one partner due to my inability to put words into a pleasing progression, I don't want to lose anyone else.

 

[Erlind]

I stand outside enjoying the cool night air and breath deep. The scent of wood smoke has always been wonderful to me. Reminds me of cooking over camp fires and setting fires I shouldn't have. While the sounds and shadows of a forest night like this are pleasant they aren't why I'm here.

I slowly step up the stairs and quietly ease her front door open. Inside, I see Luna hard at work trying to piece together the perfect parts to various stories. I wasn't sure I'd see her back her again, and while I'm glad to I'm not sure I want to be the distraction that caused her to lose a story. I ponder for a moment, leaning against the door frame and find myself with a wry smile I don't quite understand, though almost.

"Its a lovely night Luna and you're alone cooped up in here."

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Sleepy honey brown eyes tear themselves away from the morass of words before me. Head turns slightly until I capture the insolent male, leaning just inside the entrance way to my living room. His voice pulls a low a giggle from me.

I need to try and get words together, E. I lost a co-writer a few days back because I am not writing consistently. A slow head shake. I really liked that story. So, I know that I have got to focus, pull some words from somewhere so that others don't kick me away and tell me they hate me.

Yawning, stretching~small hand beckons him closer.

So come on in. Forgive me if I drift away from time to time.

 

[Erlind]

My smile softens. I know what its like to lose great threads and would never wish the same for her. I wander over and take a place on the couch next to her, offering the comfort of proximity without trying to cause too much a a distraction.

"Anyone who pushes you away has lost more than you have. Sometimes life makes it hard to write and anyone who doesn't have the patience for that doesn't deserve a thread good enough for you to regret losing it."

I sit back and smile as the woman I'm next to tries to put together her owed pieces. The way the firelight plays against her makes me regret letting her write, but I would regret more to know if I was the source of any sadness for her, so I stretch and make myself comfortable. Being comfortable here is a strangely easy thing to do.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I allow my body to rest easily against his, my fingers still flying over the keyboard.

No this was my own fault. It was an email offering. When the depression and rapid mood shifts started happening, I pushed the response to the side instead of sending it once it had been written. I neglected to keep her informed of my problems and allowed her to believe that i was no longer interested.

Shrugs, tiredly.
I need words, some days, more than I need air...but these stupid mood swings and manic phases make writing...difficult at best and impossible at it's worst.

Leaning in to press soft lips to the underside of a stubble-covered jaw line, while eyes close and try to picture my Amazon queen in my mind's eye. I can see her, daggers flashing in the early morning...but as yet, I see nothing else.

 

[Erlind]

"I know when I've been at my worst I wasn't in any condition to tell anyone why I was being such an asshole. I did a lot more terrible things than not write. Things I did wouldn't have been excused obviously, but circumstances make a difference."

I settle back and listen to the click of keys as she works. I keep getting distracted by both the real world, other electronic distractions and my search for my own words. I am here though and that is good.

"Let me know if I can help inspire you any," I offer nonchalantly.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Finally, the first post is written, checked and posted. Slender fingers flex as I settle backward with a low sigh.

You provide inspiration, just by showing up, E.

Slender fingers trace the line of his jaw while I pull up my next owed post~our story. His and mine.

 

[Erlind]

"If just being here provides that much inspiration think of what we could do with a little effort."

I chuckle and notice our thread pull up on her screen.

"If you have someone you're afraid may be less patient you can push our to the back burner if it would help. I'm not going anywhere."

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

A soft smile, eyes crinkling delicately at the corners.

Oh no, my good man. I need to write Misty while I have the proper mood for her. Uneasy, heart broken, needy, scared.

A sigh.

She will probably be the easiest post I craft this evening.

Head settles against his shoulder.

I think I will stop at three...otherwise i will begin to feel overwhelmed and I won't do my best.

A soft, husky chuckle.

If only I could get you to hold still while I raise my own inspiration...alas you have a terrible habit of disappearing just before I get to the parts that require your utmost participation. One would think that I frighten you..."

Another husky laugh.

 

[Erlind]

"I must admit, Misty is so unlike you I almost hesitate to post sometimes. I know where the story needs to go though so I post. I don't hold back though sometimes I want to."

I lean down and lick her cheek. An offbeat occasionally inflammatory act of affection.

"I'm not afraid of almost anything. Geese freak me out a little for some reason and I'm not as good with needles as I used to be, but otherwise no fear. I think the universe just likes me and tries to prevent me from getting myself irreparably damaged."

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Loud snickering giggle.

Geese??

Wicked grin.

And I love Misty...much in the same way I love Danica. Those two characters are the me that i sometimes wish I could BE...instead of being the way that i am. They are inherently strong but their strength is different from my own...and much more...girlish.

Another soft sigh...

I would never cause irreparable damage...to you.

 

[Erlind]

"Canadian geese are protected or whatever so you can't hurt them. I'd be fine with that if they didn't go nuts honking and hissing any time I'm anywhere near them. And they always come in gaggles, so like eight geese bearing down on me and I'm just supposed to take it? Not cool."

I shudder inevitably thinking about my slight fear of needles along with the thoughts of angry crazed geese. Both fears are just as irrational, but that doesn't seem to stop me from having them. I can deal, but that doesn't make them not there.

"As for the type of damage you would do to me. You know and I know that it would be at the very least reversible. I'm not so sure the universe knows that. I doubt the universe knows you like I do though."

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Laughing.

You are ruining my introspection!! Just sit there and look edible, darn it...so i can get Misty right BEFORE I lose the thread of where she needs to go next.

 

[Erlind]

"Fine."

I fish a piece of hard candy out of my pocket and unwrap it. Its chocolate with a coffee center. I don't know when I got so coffee fixated, but I've been enjoying it. I pop it in my mouth and manage to resist the urge to just bite into it like usual, deciding to try to savor it. I lean back and do my best not to ruin her concentration having ditched my attempts at the same much earlier in the night.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

A low sigh as Misty is checked and posted.

That story is breaking my heart, E.

Sensitive nostrils catch the fading scent of chocolate and coffee.

You have numminess and are not sharing! For shame, E!!

A mock pout.

You have to kiss me to make up for it.

A decisive nod.

 

[Erlind]

"Its what drew me in more than anything. He loves her. He's going to hurt her and he doesn't know how not to, but he loves her. I think I write tragic better than anything else honestly."

I turn my attention away from the thread for now. I will write for it, but not right now. Right now my focus is elsewhere. I turn out my empty pockets only producing an empty wrapper.

"It was my last one I promise. Maybe I do owe you a kiss though for not bringing enough to share."

I sit up a bit more properly as if this is a chore I want to make sure is done right. Then suddenly all false nonchalance and whatever passed for modesty is gone. I lean in and pull her curves against me. Her lips meet mine and almost immediately my tongue slips into her mouth to give her a little taste of what she missed. My hands wander seeking out, needing her flesh. Having teased with a taste my tongue retreats briefly though I would not think of trying to escape the kiss. Instead, I press the piece of candy, considerably shrunken, past her lips. Almost involuntarily my hands clutch at fabric as the kiss finally ends, as my breath finally returns.

Lust filled eyes center on her.

"I shared." Two simple words breathed with so much more boiling behind them.