Shy's quaint country cottage

[Last_Rider]

I'd be happy to help in any way I can. And thank you for the invitation, there's a very good chance I'll take you up on it.

 

[yeishia]

I am so sorry I could not join you last night my dark angel, my son was clipped on his bike at a traffic light and we spent most of the night and early morning in the emergency, 23 stitches in his leg, except for the wound and some major bruising he is alright thank goodness.

In my panic I forgot to take my phone with me to the hospital and so could not contact you directly my love.

Shy thank you for keeping him company in my absence you are truly a good friend to us both.

 

[ShyMystica]

*rain hammered around her as she made her way to the front door, a shivering hand twisting the knob and pushing the door open. The heat of the cottage poured through her, enticing her to enter quickly. Yet she paused. She had left this cottage those weeks ago a shy, broken, unsure, unconfident woman; a mere wisp to the world. And now she had returned anew; a phoenix reborn of the ashes of her past. She felt the essence pulse through her; the power bringing a small knowing smile to her lips. Yes...things would be different now...

With a deep breath she finally stepped into her cottage, the aura surrounding her in comforting warmth as she made her way through the darkened rooms and to the fire. Stripping of her dripping wet attire, she stood confidently in her nakedness, a far cry from the woman who left this place only weeks before. Her lithe form glowed against the flames, her emerald eyes gazing as they danced before her. The heat glided over her chilled skin, causing her to shiver. Yet she remained still, her gaze absorbing the sensual dance of the flames as her mind reminisced of the past weeks.

Then with a soft sigh she fell softly into the chaise behind her, wrapping the hand-woven blanket over her naked form, not from shyness but from the chill that remained in her bones. Have it her way and she would remain naked...a fact that very few knew about her. A knowing laugh slipped from her lips as she settled back into the chaise. There were messages to respond to, people to message, posts to write...but they would come soon enough. Now was her time...and things would be different...*

 

[ShyMystica]

*with a satisfied sigh she dropped her art tools by the window. It had been a creatively productive day; her attire evidence with the splashes of multicoloured paint sprawled over her skin and clothes. She knew she looked a mess...and really she didn't care. While creatively satisfied for the moment, her body was exhausted...her mind even more so.

With a little hop and a skip she worked her paint-covered clothes off her form, making a mental note to pick them up later. Instead she placed her underwear clad self upon her chaise, laptop in hand, with a determination in her eyes. She had to finish a post...had to! She inwardly prayed that words would not fail her tonight. She grew tired of the insistent disability. *

Type....type...type...please?

 

[yeishia]

I slip inside to drop off a bouquet of wildflowers I had picked only that morning , hoping the wonderful array of colors will spur my friends imagination into action.

 

[TheJestersAdvocate]

*approaching the cabin, I can't help but stop for a moment, admiration clear upon my features. Resuming my casual pace, I strode up the front walkway and gently slipped inside. Clearing my throat, I made sure I was loud enough for any present to here me, wherever they maybe in the cabin* Forgive my tresspass.....I just couldn't help but stop by and say it's been a pleasure talking with you. And after seeing your writing....I am truly glad I have done so.

 

[ShyMystica]

*within the darkened room, the light upon her laptop illuminates her features subtly, casting her facial features in a faint glow. She had deliberately kept to herself these days, preferring the darkened corner to observe from rather than following with the crowds. Perhaps it was safer there...

A voice softly echoes throughout the cottage, her head tilting up in a curious manner. It had been so long since she had visitors, she had come not to expect them. Placing her laptop upon the small table beside her she gestures for him to sit on the chair beside her, her delicate fingers tapping the cushion*

There is nothing to be apologetic for...the cottage is open to all really. I was having a good time with the word game - thank you for the banter. I was actually getting lost amidst the responses...*blushes softly*

And thank you - you took the time to read some things I wrote?

 

[TheJestersAdvocate]

*within the darkened room, the light upon her laptop illuminates her features subtly, casting her facial features in a faint glow. She had deliberately kept to herself these days, preferring the darkened corner to observe from rather than following with the crowds. Perhaps it was safer there...

A voice softly echoes throughout the cottage, her head tilting up in a curious manner. It had been so long since she had visitors, she had come not to expect them. Placing her laptop upon the small table beside her she gestures for him to sit on the chair beside her, her delicate fingers tapping the cushion*

There is nothing to be apologetic for...the cottage is open to all really. I was having a good time with the word game - thank you for the banter. I was actually getting lost amidst the responses...*blushes softly*

And thank you - you took the time to read some things I wrote?

*even in the darkened room, the playful mischeif flickering within my eyes were visible. I smiled warmly upon hearing a tender tone. Seeing the reclusive individual in the corner, I gave a curt nod before walking over and taking the offered seat, gazing at her curiously*

Even in opened places, privacy is something that should not be broken....at least if whomever has been there prior does not wish to be disturbed.

*my smile somehow grows even more, cheeks slightly rosy, white teeth shining dully with the light provided by the laptop.* You're more then welcome.....always good to give the brain some excercise with games like that. Lost? You seemed to be handling yourself quite well.

Why yes I did.....and I must say I am impressed with your style.....very descriptive......you give your characters a sense of being.....you breath life into them. It shows that you care for your skills.

 

[ShyMystica]

*with a curious gaze she watches her new guest enter and take his place upon the seat. Her green eyes flickered over him, her mind quick to try and work out the playful glint in his eyes.

With a small nod of respect, she reclines against the back of the chair, wriggling to cross her legs underneath her...*

Well thank you for respecting my privacy. Not many would be so respectful.

*she notes the subtle changes his smile made to his face. It was almost infectious, making her own small smile grow, her cheeks to flush subtly.*

The art of being lost is in the feigning that you aren't really lost. So it seems I can fake being lost quite well!

*her head throws back slightly as her laughter echoes within the darkened room. As it fades, his words float gently through her mind, her cheeks reddening deeply at his compliment*

Thank you for your kind words. I am really at a loss as how to respond. It has been a while since I have written. Thank you for being so kind. Do you write at all?

 

[TheJestersAdvocate]

*with a curious gaze she watches her new guest enter and take his place upon the seat. Her green eyes flickered over him, her mind quick to try and work out the playful glint in his eyes.

With a small nod of respect, she reclines against the back of the chair, wriggling to cross her legs underneath her...*

Well thank you for respecting my privacy. Not many would be so respectful.

*she notes the subtle changes his smile made to his face. It was almost infectious, making her own small smile grow, her cheeks to flush subtly.*

The art of being lost is in the feigning that you aren't really lost. So it seems I can fake being lost quite well!

*her head throws back slightly as her laughter echoes within the darkened room. As it fades, his words float gently through her mind, her cheeks reddening deeply at his compliment*

Thank you for your kind words. I am really at a loss as how to respond. It has been a while since I have written. Thank you for being so kind. Do you write at all?

*shifted some in the chair, not out of discomfort, but just my playful side rearing up it's head. After "bouncing" on the cushion for a moment, I settled into the plush furniture, elbows resting comfortably on the armrests as my hands met before my lap, fingers steepled together, the ends of my digits tapping one another, almost to an unheard tune.*

You're more then welcome. As simple as the saying "treat others as you'd like to be treated is"....it's amazing how easily folks screw that up. Simple guidelines....not much room for error.

*shrugs as the though trails away. When my blue eyes caught her smile grow, I couldn't help but smirk a bit. It delighted me to know that I was able to cheer this stranger up, before chuckling loudly at her comment about being lost*

Oh trust me...I am no stranger to being on the sidelines myself. I seem to have a knack for blending into the world around me and having to make an effort for others to see me. Though that is not always a bad thing. *a devilish grin formed on my lips*

No response is necessary, save for a thanks.

*sighing softly, my eyes momentarily glanced up, as I was recalling several memories* Why yes......I did indeed.....and I still occasionally drabble in short writing as well. Just something to work out the muscles in the ol' noggin as it were.

*leans forwards, gently capturing one of her hands in mine and raises it to my lips* You do not have to thank me for being kind...though the gesture is appreciated. Kindness.....especially that with no ulterior motives....just random acts of generosity...are their own rewards.

 

[ShyMystica]

*soft laughter leaves her lips as she watches him bounce with pure fascination. It was a joy to watch really...someone at ease in her company. Once he settles, her eyes flicker upon his form, noting the way he sat in the chair, the way his fingers tapped together in a soft percussive tune.

A sense of ease swept through her as he talked...another welcomed emotion. Her eyes continue to study his face, however. Not from fear or discomfort, but from curiosity. Despite her best efforts, she was at a loss to 'work him out'.

Leaning forward in her chair slightly, noting the change in his voice, she speaks softly*

Oh? Short stories? What genre do/did you like to write about? And why 'did'?

*as his hands capture her own, her cheeks blush to almost crimson...a natural reaction to her shyness. Finally as her hand brushes his lips, her eyes dart away shyly, suddenly lost for words*

You are a true gentleman. But...tickles in the playground are definitely an unfair advantage on your part...

*her smile broadens cheekily, her eyes glistening with her playfulness*

 

[TheJestersAdvocate]

*soft laughter leaves her lips as she watches him bounce with pure fascination. It was a joy to watch really...someone at ease in her company. Once he settles, her eyes flicker upon his form, noting the way he sat in the chair, the way his fingers tapped together in a soft percussive tune.

A sense of ease swept through her as he talked...another welcomed emotion. Her eyes continue to study his face, however. Not from fear or discomfort, but from curiosity. Despite her best efforts, she was at a loss to 'work him out'.

Leaning forward in her chair slightly, noting the change in his voice, she speaks softly*

Oh? Short stories? What genre do/did you like to write about? And why 'did'?

*as his hands capture her own, her cheeks blush to almost crimson...a natural reaction to her shyness. Finally as her hand brushes his lips, her eyes dart away shyly, suddenly lost for words*

You are a true gentleman. But...tickles in the playground are definitely an unfair advantage on your part...

*her smile broadens cheekily, her eyes glistening with her playfulness*

*gently put my left foot onto my knee and reclined a bit, fingers once more steepling together to the soundless music. Caught her eyes glancing over my frame, but knew I was guilty of the same.

Though once more the fingers actions were paused as a hand raised to my chin, fingers overdramatically stroking the short hairs of my goatee with an exagerrated look of contemplation on my face*

All sorts of genres really...mystically/fantasy, every day scenarios. Heck when I first came online, for the longest time I rped as a vampire on yahoo. I'm not doing that anymore since yahoo chats have pretty much died....and it's a pain to try and get a a story involving more then 2 people going that way, unless you email. Plus the fact that much like yourself....my muse likes to take vacations now and again. Still can do pretty decent blurts here and there, but when the Muse is gone.....it's pretty much fruitless to try anything to 'detailed'.


*reaching up softly, I cup her chin, my hand lightly turns her face back to mine, gazing deep into her eyes* You're awfully cute when you do that, you know.

*sees the playful look flaring like a growing fire within her eyes, I sit up partially and fold my hands in my lap* Oh? Unfair you say? And what....praytell, do you plan on doing about it?

 

[ShyMystica]

*She laughs softly at the gesture of his 'deep thinking'. Slowly reclining back, snuggling her form into the soft cushion behind her, she watches him with increased curiosity. As he speaks, her eyebrow rises curiously...*

Ah...now you have caught my attention. I am a rather big fan of the same genres, though my interests stem deeper into the 'psychological make up' of characters. But a vampire?

*cheekily imitates his earlier gesture, her hand softly stroking the pretend beard upon her chin...* Well yes...I can see how you would play such a role convincingly. After all, you are quite smoothly charming...a rather deadly yet exciting mix if you ask me.

*Her cheeks redden further as he guides her gaze to his own. Fighting all sense of shyness, she holds the gaze, her stomach rolling with a mixture of nerves and excitement. It astounded her how such a simple touch could result in such powerful streams of physical emotion.

Then the playfulness within his gaze brought her back to the moment. With a small smirk she reclines back to her chair, her mind in a whirlwind as to how to best outwit him. Yet after several moments of contemplation...she was left with nothing...*

Hmmm...Well I suppose I still remain rather vulnerable to your tickling torture...*her smirk broadens into a delighted smile*...Then again...even if I did have a plan...what advantage is there for me to tell you? I could retaliate with surprise and catch you off guard. But there is no sense giving away my secrets, now, is there?

*she watches his reaction intently...her gaze almost challenging him with a playful twinkle*

 

[TheJestersAdvocate]

It was before that Twilight silliness. *smirks and winks to her* In fact, my character started off as a farmer who knew some magic, but later on during an interaction with another character...a vampiress, he was turned.

*mock gasps, a hand coming up to cover my mouth, then lightly fans myself* Oh my....with such praise you'll give me quite the swollen ego.....*continues on for several moments, dragging out the playing before a slightly more serious expression crosses my features* Thank you for your kind words. And for the boost to the ol' ego.

*cheekily imitates his earlier gesture, her hand softly stroking the pretend beard upon her chin...* Well yes...I can see how you would play such a role convincingly. After all, you are quite smoothly charming...a rather deadly yet exciting mix if you ask me.

*almost imitating her, which after her mock goatee rub would be an interesting to see just how long they could go on like that, I was always delighted to get lost in carefree fun filled situations and as they say, imitation is the most sincerest form of flattery.

I was about to egg her for taking too much time but stopped as her cheery voice rang out once more. Observing her intently, I couldn't help when one corner of my lips pulled up into an imprish smile*

You maybe at my mercy right now....but then again, this is your place......who would know it better then yourself? Besides fair is fair and it wouldn't be sporty of me if I didn't let you get your licks in.

*raises a hand into the air, fingers curled saved for my pointer which is extended to the ceiling* Aaaaaaa-hah! But what if is indeed my plan to have you sit there and try to figure out something to do and before you can act I resume the tickling?

I did just mention about letting you get your shots in...so to speak....but I never said when and never said it has to immediately follow your own.

*grins before suddenly leaning forwards, going as far as I can, fingers almost grazing your sides before stopping* Gotcha! *mouth opens wide in an cheeky cheerful grin*


Hmmm...Well I suppose I still remain rather vulnerable to your tickling torture...*her smirk broadens into a delighted smile*...Then again...even if I did have a plan...what advantage is there for me to tell you? I could retaliate with surprise and catch you off guard. But there is no sense giving away my secrets, now, is there?

*she watches his reaction intently...her gaze almost challenging him with a playful twinkle*[/QUOTE]

 

[ShyMystica]

*nods slowly in a gesture of respect*

You are more than welcome for the compliments. I simply state it as I see it. *leans forward to whisper softly* And I am glad to hear that it was befre the Twilight series. I am a fan of vampire fiction...but that line of works I can't stand.

*smiles softly before leaning back once more. His impish smile, again was infectious. She wondered briefly if he was aware at how infectious it actually was. But the thought soon faded as his words floated through her mind.

Well...it seems you have a valid point. I could use this cottage to my advantage. But, unfortunately, I must turn in for the night. So...I will have to keep my secrets of how to make you crumble to my every desire shall have to wait until another time.

*standing up slowly, she curtsies slowly before taking his own hand and bringing it to her lips...*

It was a great pleasure meeting you. If I am lucky enough, we shall have the opportunity to do this again some time soon...that is if you wish...

*kissing the back of his hand softly, she blushes deeply before heading back to her room...looking over her shoulder every now and again with a playful smirk and a shy twinkle in her gaze.*

 

[TheJestersAdvocate]

*chuckles heartily, eyes almost bugging out in a jestful manner* You mean....you...a woman, doesn't like Twilight? Why that is shocking! *rolls my eyes at my own self before continuing* It's cute for kids and all I guess but what they've done to the genre is unforgiveable. Hopefully the remake of Fright Night will show folks just how bad ass vampires are meant to be.

*as she excuses herself, I note the time, eyes blinking almost wearily* Wow....later then I thought. I should get some rest as well.

*grins at her remark* Oh I eagerly anticipate your move.....and will delighted to see just what you may have in store for me.

*laughs as she kisses my hand, certainly caught me off guard with that. But in a delightful way.* I do believe the pleasure was mine. And I most certainly wish our paths will cross soon.

*whistling some, I decide to take advantage of a spare couch and settle in, too tired to travel any further. Before her door closes he speaks just loud enough* Sleep well and sweet dreams.

 

[yeishia]

I enjoy a leisurely walk to my friends small abode...I have missed her.

Not wanting to intrude as I know she is busy I slip a card under her door way.

I wish her happiness and above all peace..she so deserves good things.

​

 

[ShyMystica]

*with a soft yawn and sleep-hazed eyes, she makes her way from her room, the door creaking to life as she passes through. She had slept in...a rare occasion these days, but a welcomed one. Yet the insistent ring of her alarm finally one the battle of wills, and she was up and making her way to the kitchen for her mandatory morning tea.

A small card caught her attention, a warm smile adorning her lips as she read the contents. Making a mental note to thank her friend for the warm gesture, she places the card on the refrigerator before moving through the kitchen to make her tea. Finally, with cup of tea in hand, almost on instinct, she seemingly floats through the kitchen, snatching a plump strawberry from the fruit bowl as she passes, to make her way to her chair within the lounge room.

The morning sun seemed to bring the room alight; its streams of light beaming through the cracks of the curtains and illuminating the room in a joyful haze. Yes - she loved this room in the morning. But she didn't have time reflect. She was on a mission: Art Project research. With a few clicks on her laptop, a few sips of teas later...she was lost to her mission...*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

From my Haven to Shy's cottage is a helluva hike, but I do it, anyway. I had missed her and catching her scent on the wind only made that missing stronger. So, I penned a little poem , wrapped it in black silk and took it to her. Walking steadily over hills, through woods, crossing rivers...until finally...I was there.

I tacked the poem to her door and added a sprig of wolfsbane to her door, sneezing mightily as I did so.

Sunlight shines through you
Causing rainbows in my heart.
There is joy in it.​

 

[Light Ice]

Good to see you, Shy.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

Wonderful to see you again, Shy. You have been missed terribly.

 

[ShyMystica]

*heaving and grunting, she trucks her way up the hill and to her front door, the large canvas tucked under her arm clenched tightly in her grip. It was a productive day, the splashes of watercolours and ink upon her shirt and face evidence of such productivity. While she knew she was no Michelangelo, she was still proud of what little paint that managed to end up on her canvas. With a final heave she managed to get to the front door without dropping her work, her eyes falling on the flowers and gift left on her door.

All concern for her canvas faded as she dropped it to the porch, quickly moving to open the gift. She was touched...she knew who it was from. And all the messages that were left for her...all she could do was smile. Making a mental note to thank them all privately, she tactfully and somehow gracefully picked up the canvas and opened the door, shuffling her way inside, Within moments she was back at her favourite chair, laptop on to message those that cared enough to leave a message.*

 

[ShyMystica]

A story idea.
(If you wish to use it, please let me know. That way I don't keep it for my own personal story possibilities).

An anti-Hancock inspired tale.
Two immortals roaming the world, living as mortals and unaware of the power within them. Their immortality is powered while together. When they are apart they are mortal. (Yes, I am having a superhero idea...letting my geek out). They were created as a pair; duality at its maximum. They are drawn together despite their distance. Perhaps even have dreams/nightmares about the other etc.

Of course bad guys are needed. Perhaps a society to keep them apart and kill them?

Well flesh this out later. I just loved the idea of duality.

 

[Last_Rider]

Very nice to see you back Shy

 

[Veroe]

Welcome back Shy.