Luna's Haven~closed save for invitees.

[Erlind]

"Can't complain. Work hasn't been great, but I guess it never is. How are you?"

I stop even attempting to get away.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

"Can't complain. Work hasn't been great, but I guess it never is. How are you?"

I stop even attempting to get away.

*snuggles tightly*

At work, right now, being ass raped...but it's always the same so can't complain...

*kisses your chin*

 

[Erlind]

"Seems to be a common thing. At least you can get on Lit while it happens," I tell her with a wry smile.

I stretch beneath her.

"I need to get working on our thread. I've been trying to be a bit more prompt in my responses even if I worked that day. I figure if I get in the rhythm a bit better than maybe I'll have more to write when I have the chance."

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

"Seems to be a common thing. At least you can get on Lit while it happens," I tell her with a wry smile.

I stretch beneath her.

"I need to get working on our thread. I've been trying to be a bit more prompt in my responses even if I worked that day. I figure if I get in the rhythm a bit better than maybe I'll have more to write when I have the chance."

*pops back in from reality*

"I know. I am beginning to feel like my butt should be the same size as Arizona by now."

*rests lightly against him, my head on his chest, listening to his heart beat*

"No rush. I am spoiled. I like having time to think on how my Fae feels...."

 

[Erlind]

I run my hand along her back. Its a gentle touch, but even such a light touch feels good.

"Maybe I need to keep you off balance like her in this story. Then again, I always look forward to your posts and I wouldn't want to mess with something that I enjoy so much."

She is the one on top of me, but it feels so good to hold her. We're on the floor, but somehow that feels better than a couch or bed or anything else. It feels good to be nothing, but the two of us, I think.

"I like this," I tell her quietly as if too much noise might make it stop.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

A small smile that brings my tiny little dimple to the fore

"You do a good enough job keeping me off balance, even if you don't know that you are doing so."

Nuzzles his chin lightly, fingers trailing over his shoulders.

"The story is the story...and it gives me some of what I want...even if it is filtered through a character..."

A wide wicked grin...

"But this is this...and I prefer the two are separate..."

 

[Erlind]

I nod.

"You are right. There is a reason we write stories and a reason we go to the lounge's different corners. My characters aren't really me. I've just been trying to respond quicker, so I'm in the habit if nothing else."

"I've come to the realization that while I have found some very patient very talented authors on lit, I'm probably missing out on some very talented authors that cannot be as patient with me as some have been. I don't want to lose a story to that. I'm not going to write at the breakneck speeds I once did. I feel like I lost a lot of quality that way, but I figure I should try to post daily when my shoddy internet allows."

I shrug a bit, which is a little awkward as we are now, but I do it anyway.

"I might go to bed soon. Its been a long something."

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Presses a soft kiss to his chin, his cheek, his mouth.

"Well tis a good habit to have. BUT don't stress our story. I am spoiled now. You are the one co-writer that I know won't beat me if I take too long."

Yawns just once and makes myself scramble upwards so that I can stand up.

"Get some sleep, Sir. Thank you for coming to see me...I was beginning to feel sad."

Small hand grips yours and tugs you up.

"find me when you can please...for now, real life beckons..."

Another quick kiss...and then I poof away.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Home. Was a very long night. An 18 year old who is having serious medical issues...and is worrying herself to death.

BUT now, she's resting...and I am trying to unwind. So home again. Music turned on...

Back to my investigation of black women in the Prohibition era.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I found a response for the email story in my inbox.

So five pieces to work on PLUS the research. That means that I will have plenty to think on, to work on.

I like it when things are like this.

When I have so many different parts to delve into and explore. It's like a perfectly mixed stew.

The music switches up from slow jams to Manson.

Writing music.

First up? Poppet...

 

[palemoon2035]

*I can't stop giggling as I walk to the door of my friend's haven. Carrying a stack of four books, each at least 700 pages. Titles include: America and Prohibition, A Woman In Business in the Early Twentieth Century, Finding Their Way: Homsexuality in the 1920s, and How To Write With the Increasingly Difficult Moon Lady. On the top of the stack I leave a note:

Dear Luna,

I took the liberty of checking out some books to help you with your research for our story. It is just a little light reading. I finished them all this morning. No rush though...​

Laughing to myself as I leave the stack on the door step. I knock and skip away. Off to continue to develop my character for this new story that I am so excited about.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

the first piece is done. An emotional bit that would hopefully lead to the next chapter in the story of R'Lea and Rella.

A passing scent, long faded, captures my attention and I rise to wander toward the front door and find out just WHO has been here.

Opening my front door, I spy the stack of books and grin to myself. It is good that the Moon Lady is as excited by our project as i am. Leaning down, i scoop up her LIGHT reading list and retreat.

I still have to work on pieces for Rider, E and possibly PGoD...

but I can't wait to delve into the books she has left behind.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Yes.

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

*leaves a gift for a wolf*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Another scent, one barely remembered.

Roses.

I rise and move, once more, to my front door and pull it open.

I see them there, a profusion of white gloriousness.

Small hand reaches for them, scoops them up, carries them inside.

I need a vase.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Sign goes up, tied around the big oak tree that guards the pathway leading to my cabin.

Wolfling Writing. Stay OUT!!​

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Bio 1

Name~ Madrigal *Maddie* Haynes

Age~ 35

Background~ Maddie Haynes was born in Paris, France to a dance hall girl. She had never had the pleasure of knowing her father, not that it mattered. One only had to look at her face, her form, to know that she was mulatto. Luckily for her, whoever her father had been, he had gifted her with a more European cast to her skin tone, her facial features. That meant, as she had aged, that it had been easy for her to find work.

She started off as a house maid in her mid to late teens and then a woman of all work before finally stumbling into what would become her career~singer and dancer at La Petit Moulin Rouge which catered to a wider variety of people than even Moulin Rouge proper. She had been there for a little over six months when someone pointed out that a lot of the people who came to see her perform weren't really the women they looked like or the men that they were dressed as.

A whole new world opened up to her. By the time she hit her mid twenties, she was as well known as some of the other performers who traveled from America. Racism wasn't unknown but it wasn't as bad as some of the stories she heard from her compatriots and so in 1928, she decided to go see what all the fuss was about.

She ended up in Harlem. Spent time in the great jazz halls, in the places where people like herself were comfortable. She learned about rent parties and buffet flats and enjoyed the hell out all of it, However, once the stock market crashed, Harlem night life dried up.

It was at that time that she decided to travel. She was premier performer and so, though there were some instances of pain and terror, for the most part, she never really dealt with the racist attitudes of most people. It didn't stop her from forming negative opinions about America or the men and women she found within it's borders.

Attitudes concerning sex/women's rights~ Maddie has NEVER been with a man. She has had a few long term relationships with women, the last one ending just before she left Harlem in 1930. She is also a fierce defender of personal responsibility and women's rights when it comes to money management, business establishments and the like.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Home. Mostly awake.
Mostly ready for the day.
Mostly.

I owe co-writers some work. So...to be fair, I should start in order of longest over due...

which means Rider and his delightfully young man...

The sign remains posted.

The sounds of typing fill my abode.

Wolfling Writing. Stay OUT!!

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Finally. All caught up.

The sign comes down and is poofed away to storage until the next time.

Music is turned on.

A blanket is brought out, the fire lit, lights are turned down low.

I curl up, on the couch and contemplate...a horror story.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I need...something. I don't know what. I don't even know WHO...just that I need something.

I find myself becoming irritated by the slightest fucking things.

I need something.

The words are on repeat in my brain, as I pace, back and forth, back and forth...like a caged animal...a rat in a maze. A wolfling in a trap.

I need something.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

head tilts, scent of bunneh Vail twitches my nose...Stop pacing, for just one moment.

Keep her scent. Inhale it. Store it away.

Cuz I want to smell her. Eat her. Taste her.

Won't. Want to.

Pacing.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Feral grin.

Eyes glitter.

She's gone.

Smart bunneh.

VERY smart bunneh.

Pacing...listening to music...

pacing.

STOPS.

Sits.

Writes.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Home again. Body calm. Brain calm. Two pieces of writing done. And now, finally...a treat for me.

Crackers...

with peanut butter.

Plus...I get to read poppet's piece again and formulate a response.

I am happy. Giddy. I feel centered.

I have a kitty twin that loves me. I have a family that loves me.

I have friends who love me.

I am good.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Home again. Body calm. Brain calm. Two pieces of writing done. And now, finally...a treat for me.

Crackers...

with peanut butter.

Plus...I get to read poppet's piece again and formulate a response.

I am happy. Giddy. I feel centered.

I have a kitty twin that loves me. I have a family that loves me.

I have friends who love me.

I am good.

*Slips in to snuggle the wolf.* You are good. Better than you know.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Enjoys the snuggle from a Blessing and then settles down to write...for a poppet...

because this post is important...to the story...to my character...to the mood...and it has to be as close to perfect as I can make it.

For her.