Luna's Haven~closed save for invitees.

I am contemplating...hurtful things.

I am seriously considering...chalking this one up as a permanent loss.

I am wishing for...a drink.

I won't take one. Because one leads inevitably to a second...and then a third.

And we don't want that.

My equilibrium is shattered. Another holiday. One I won't celebrate because I will be at work, smiling happily while inside I am thinking of blood and gore and bruises.

Yes. Bruises.

I am still happy~but it is a dangerous feeling. One that scares me...way down deep where nice people don't like to look.

IT's that happiness right before a fall or a snap out. That happiness right before I bottom out and crash. I can feel it and I know that drinking right now, saying what I think, right now? I may say some things that I will regret later.

I may DO some things that I MIGHT regret later.

So. I will sit here...and think...and focus on a T'So and a story. Eventually, I will work on yet another solo piece...or maybe even a letter...stash it in my Cavern so that I can express what I feel....

Or maybe I will just wait for this muscle relaxer to kick in and go to sleep. That would probably be the sanest option.

Gods, I really miss her.
 
They were left, side by side, on the Wolfling's front porch by the door. One for humor, maybe a wry grin? And another.

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Clipped to the last was a small note:

Thinking of you, Wolfing.
 
Home again. I step up on to the porch and my eyes catch just a glimpse of two small cards. Kneeling, I pluck them up. The first one brings on a giggle~much needed. The second one brings the smile.

I know that she has received my missive. It is enough.

Unlocking the door takes but a moment and then I am inside and pulling up the Word document that contains the writing I had started last night for poppet. Mayhap, I shall be able to finish it today.
 
It took over 24 hours BUT I know that poppet will be pleased by the response, once she has time to read it. For that matter, I am pleased by it as well.

MY eyes are heavy and my stomach is grumbling at me. I hate working on a holiday, especially Thanksgiving as I miss the early dinners and the late ones because of the hours I put in. Add that to the fact that I get off at 9 tonight and I have to be back up at 545 tomorrow morning to return here by 7 AM?? Well, it is not a happy making thing.

*sighs as screaming children begin to make my head throb in the Real World*
 
I pick my way through the wood to bring cheer to a wolf like she tried to do for me the other day. A stressful week and a belly full of turkey slow my journey. By the time I find her humble home I'm exhausted. I get to her porch and sit down. Then I stretch out across the wood face down and half pass out.

"This looks like a nice place to rest," I mumble to no one in particular.
 
Wanders in from the Real world and toward the silence of my Haven. There...I see a male form, half slumped across my porch...I wander closer and lean over, touching an ear with my lips to whisper

"Wake up E and give us a hug before the Turkey coma is complete."
 
I smile without moving. Suddenly I spring to life and tackle Luna sending us both tumbling against the wood. I hug her.

"Hi."
 
Stumbles backwards with a delighted giggle while wrapping my arms round his neck...

"Hello yourself, sweetness. How was your Turkey Day?"
 
I shrug.

"Kind sucked, but there was some free food at the end so I'll take it."
 
Comes back to my Haven and notices that E has once again gone away into the RW. Heaves a slight sigh and wanders inside to grab my lap top and attempt to write until the sleeping pill kicks in.
 
*a hand from the ether gently places these on the steps to the Wolfing's porch, simply because she wanted to*

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Home, again. Weary feet carry me up the steps to my porch and sleepy eyes widen imperceptibly as I see the pretty flowers left at my door.

A quick sniff, capturing the essence of the one who had placed them with such care. A Lady. I smile and lean down to scoop them up. I will have to thank her for them. They are perfect and my absolute favorite flower.

A key is produced and I open the door and step inside, closing the door to my haven, behind me. I am not sure if I have the words to write this evening after working so many hours since yesterday...

It may just be time to relax. Give my brain a break.
 
Home. The word conjures up pictures of burning logs and the scent of hot cocoa. It makes me think of soft music and low lights.

I am home again, my brain unable to shut off just yet. Not that it matters. I know that I will be okay, eventually.

So...

I walk to my couch, grabbing my lap top on the way, and prepare to do some more reading and writing.
 
A delighted giggle as I re-read my post for Moon.

I like it. Has the perfect amount of...flirt, hint and tease.

Now...after I take more medicine, I gotta get to work on PGoD's response.
 
Quiet. Everything seems quiet tonight and it feels as if it would be wrong to be anything but quiet. I've been gone a lot lately and I kind of regret it, but it couldn't be helped. Still, I feel like I'm intruding in this place once so familiar. Do I need to relax? Have I played out this feeling so many times without need that it should feel tired? It doesn't though and I feel it anyway.

"hey." A quiet unsure word, spoken by a stranger in the dark.
 
Rising. Moving toward the darkness of my Haven's foyer. Opening the door, grabbing his hand, dragging him inside.

"Hey, yourself."

No words then...only two strong arms wrapping round his waist. Small body pressed to his, head pressed to his chest.
 
I return the hug and for a while we just hold each other there. She knows just the way to make me feel welcome. Even so, I stay quiet.
 
Finally, I feel better.

With a sigh, I release E from my embrace and take two steps back, offering him one small hand.


You been busy? Working lots?

Small feet guide us into my living room where the fireplace is crackling merrily. I take a quick moment to move my lap top from the couch and then give hima lop sided grin.

Sit down. I was just thinking bout you, hoping you were okay. Am glad to see you.
 
I lay down beside her on the couch, stretching out legs over the arm opposite her.

"Yeah. Company is being stupid lately and the way some of my leadership acts only encourages me to be less than respectful. I stay out of trouble, but sometimes I'm not sure how."

I laugh as I think of some of the things I've done and said lately.

"Oh! And I go on leave for a couple weeks, Saturday. I'm really excited. Can't wait to be home for a little bit."
 
His words bring a delighted grin to my face. I can just imagine how on edge he must be.

I am so happy for you and yours. I know you can't wait!!

Fingers reach to slowly run through the prickly hair on his scalp.

Silence envelopes.

It soothes.
 
I take her hand as it runs through my hair and bring it to my lips. I kiss a finger and let her back to what she would. I feel so incredibly comfortable here. I close my eyes, but do not sleep yet. I'm just enjoying being here with her.
 
His lips on my finger tip brings a small grin to my face. I am happy he is here, even if it's just for this little while.

My hands return to his scalp~stroking, massaging as my mind ponders responses to PGoD's post...
 
We both stay quiet for a long time. She writes, I enjoy being here while she does.

Eventually I sit up as if to go, then suddenly I turn to her and pull the beautiful wolf in woman form against me. I meet her soft lips. Sensual and lingering we stay together.

"I missed that," I tell her, grinning ear to ear once we finally part.
 
He kisses me.

Our lips mesh, meld, blend. It's sweet and perfect in a way that I don't experience with very many people.

His smile brings my own out.


"Me too."

A shrug.

"I never know if you want kisses...but I know you like hugs...so I don't press. Am glad you gave me one just the same...you leaving soon?"

My voice is husky, quiet.
 
"Probably should," I tell her honestly.

I kiss her again hands wandering a bit this time, exploring those wonderful curves.

"Probably won't," I tell her a bit more honestly.
 
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