Shy's quaint country cottage

[ShyMystica]

Beethoven: Fur Elise
Debussy: Clair de lune
Pachelbel: Canon in D

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

Makes his way inside quietly. Seeing both Yeishia, and Rider present he nods to them and offers a smile. It was an odd gesture, he looked out of place mainly because of the burden slung over his left shoulder. He saw a door closed, and couldn't help but frown. He was not surprised. He stopped at the closed door and took the item from his shoulder. He slid down the door to the floor. Sitting down waiting with his unusual gift in his lap. He slid a pre-written note under the door.

Shy,

I expected this, and I hope that my gift is not necessary. It is part gift, part promise. Those walls are a troublesome thing Neha.

 

[ShyMystica]

*Her fingers cease for a moment's rest. A note under the door catch her eye, and she moves to read it on crouched knees.

Opening the door, she holds out her hand to him, her eyes falling onto the 'gift' he managed to get through her front door*

You needn't use such force here.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

He heard the latch click as she twisted the knob and took his weight from the door as it opened. Looking up at her he smiled. Taking her hand in his to give it a warm squeeze, he bounded to his feet and propped the 'gift' up against the door frame to give her a tight hug. Then he took it in one hand again with a grin flooding to his lips.

You never know when there will be a pesky wall that needs to be broken down darling. So I will keep it near by just in case.

Propping it up against the inner wall of her private room he smiles. Kissing her cheek gently

Are you as tired as I am dear?

 

[ShyMystica]

He heard the latch click as she twisted the knob and took his weight from the door as it opened. Looking up at her he smiled. Taking her hand in his to give it a warm squeeze, he bounded to his feet and propped the 'gift' up against the door frame to give her a tight hug. Then he took it in one hand again with a grin flooding to his lips.

You never know when there will be a pesky wall that needs to be broken down darling. So I will keep it near by just in case.

Propping it up against the inner wall of her private room he smiles. Kissing her cheek gently

Are you as tired as I am dear?

*Nods exhaustively, her fingers wrapping weakly with his. Not a word she spoke; there were none. Her very demeanor spoke volumes. With a weary tug she pulls him inside, closing the door behind him*

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

*Nods exhaustively, her fingers wrapping weakly with his. Not a word she spoke; there were none. Her very demeanor spoke volumes. With a weary tug she pulls him inside, closing the door behind him*

Following her lead he leans forward to kiss the top of her head softly. Then the door closed behind them.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

There is a silence, movement, four feet then two...then none. A parchment, pale cream colored, tied with a blood red ribbon, is slipped beneath the door jam. A strong scent~sandalwood, vanilla, a hint of some sort of spice. A kiss imprint to match the ribbon.

Opening the parchment one sees~

Dearest Shy One~
There are times when pain and tiredness and hurt and every negative evil thing weighs you down. There are times when no words, no music, no fantasy will do. There are times when all you want to do is curl up, in a ball, and cry yourself to sleep.

I KNOW those times. I have them, too. I am here to say what you always say to me. You are not alone. And if the pain becomes unendurable and you want to yell at someone, I offer myself. If you are tired of staring at walls, you can stare at me...if you need a friend? I am here.

Be well, love, and be at peace...and thank you for all that you have done for me....

Always and always~
Luna

 

[yeishia]

I smile fondly at FD wondering what he is up to. I glance at my dark angel, after penning Shy a small note both Rider and I and slip from the small cottage, we both have no wish to intrude after all we do have our own home where we prefer to play in private. I leave a small note for Shy.

Dearest Shy we thank you for your kind offer we prefer to chat while you are present here in your personal space, because of time zones perhaps setting up an OOC would be an easier course of action for us all, or we could all chat in Soll if your prefer it.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

sleep had been fitful for both of them. He felt bone weary himself and had little doubt she felt the same. Still he shrugged into some comfy clothing and made his way from the cottage. A particular errand in mind.

Within the hour he had returned. Setting the objects next to her bed on her nightstand with a note. Then he headed off to the shower.

Shy,

Just a little reminder that you are cared for, and that no matter how harsh things get, there is beauty. Also on those unfortunate days I am not available for a snuggle, I thought you might need another teddy bear for a back up plan.

Your dear friend,
FD

 

[ShyMystica]

*a smile; soft, weary, hazy, filled with tender gratitude...

So few things ever brought her pure happiness...flowers and good friends were the top 2.

Weakly she unwraps the toy from the vase and settles back into the sheets, nestling it to her chest as her eyes fall closed once more. The sound of the shower registered in her mind...her smile broadening at the thought and memories*

 

[ShyMystica]

Character Ideas

CAITRÌONA: Scottish Gaelic form of French Catherine, meaning "pure."

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I come with a picture for Shy. I knock gently...and place the wrapped package by her front door for her to find.

The gift

Attached is a small gift tag...it says...simply.

Always~

Luna

 

[ShyMystica]

*Races out and pulls Luna into a hug before she can leave*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Scoops a pretty Shy one up in a warm hug, holding her tightly, murmuring softly...

Figured I could find you something to look at when the walls began to close in...something that would let you know that you are in my thoughts, my prayers and always in that warm section of my heart marked *The Shy One*.

Nothing else suited as well as the woman and wolf....

Presses a kiss to her pale cheek...

You ok?

 

[ShyMystica]

Scoops a pretty Shy one up in a warm hug, holding her tightly, murmuring softly...

Figured I could find you something to look at when the walls began to close in...something that would let you know that you are in my thoughts, my prayers and always in that warm section of my heart marked *The Shy One*.

Nothing else suited as well as the woman and wolf....

Presses a kiss to her pale cheek...

You ok?

*cups the sweet Luna's jaw in her hands, her thumbs stroking her cheeks as she looks upon her face; her eyes slightly hazed as thoughts raced through her mind. She couldn't help but smile; Luna understood the darkness. A rare thing to find these days.

A small lean forward, she places a soft kiss on either cheek...*

Yes Luna. I am fine. The darkness doesn't always win, and I don't go down without a damn good fight.

*smiles softly and hugs her again*

Thank you for understanding, and the gifts, and your presence. It means the world to me.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Smiles slightly, golden brown eyes crinkling at the corners.

You are the sweet one in the shadowy places of my life, the quiet one, a FRIEND. A good friend. Sight unseen, voice (as yet) still unheard. You brighten my days and cheer me up when I feel beat down. How could I do any less for you??

Another tight hug, a kiss that lands just on the corner of a pretty mouth, stepping away.

I must go to bed, but I saw you here and wanted to give you something...and to tell you...I am here.

Always and always...

A faint grin...and then I fade away...leaving only the scent of sandalwood and vanilla behind.

 

[ShyMystica]

*A soft smile, a heart filled with gratitude. Then silence once more.

Her mind settled upon her last thoughts:

Could we see when and where we are to meet again, we would be more tender when we bid our friends goodbye.
Ouida

The nature of farewell, goodbye, a permanent or temporary departure, endings...it had been on her mind.

Goodbye’s met by caring intentions; the ones that felt needed to be exercised and expressed. Not a morbid thought, but one of philosophical deepness. Endings were part of life; it was a chance of rebirth...the natural rule that every being, animal, nature, soul and spirit of the world obeyed. But how each ending took place; was it God or man? Fate, divinity or choice?

Rebirth – yes. It wasn’t always welcomed, but what if it was for the best? Who is to say what is ‘best’? Who is to say if one was ready for it? What right does one have to push it on another? Good intentions aren’t always a good enough reason. Yes – endings met with good intentions...sometimes it is just better to say goodbye and walk away.

Walk away...we carry certain things despite the endings...pieces that remain part of us for better or worse. Judgements, anger, hurt, love, joy...memories; it is impossible to have an ending without leaving a mark on those around us, and they onto us. Parting while positivity is strong seems better than one poisoned with negativity.

When does one walk away? Too early or too late? Or is there a perfect time?

Finally she laughs at her own mind-fart. Yes, that is really the only word for it. *

 

[ShyMystica]

Scribbles

"What'll it be, miss?"

She eyed the bartender hesitantly. A small flame of anger raced through her veins as she noticed his eyes take in her body, his gaze spending a little too much time on her corset. A small growl vibrated within her chest, but her anger was short lived, as the growing lunch crowd quickly drew her attention away from his perving eyes and back to why she was here in the first place. She took a long, nervous breath while her mind frantically thought of what to order.

God, what do people order at these kinds of places?

She didn’t ever drink. She had always found the drunken crowd unsettling, and the few times she actually did have a drink, it left her feeling quite queasy and out of control. She HATED feeling out of control. Like now, she was completely out of control, at the mercy of an egotistical maniac. He controlled her career, her financial stability, and now he controlled her body and her mind.

She shuddered as she finally recognised the power he held over her.

“Something strong...please?”

The bartender looked her up and down one last time before turning to place her order. She turned and scanned the growing crowd. There were a few small groups dressed in business suits sitting down waiting for food, another couple sat in a booth, their hands clasped tightly while they oozled each other from across the table and the bar itself was quickly filling up with older gentlemen guzzling down beers and chatting amongst themselves. She suddenly felt completely out of place and once the bartender turned to hand her the drink, she quickly shuffled down to the corner of the bar and sat out of eye’s view of most of the patrons.

“You. Are. Mine. NOW!"

His voice ran circles in her mind, her finger tracing around the rim of her glass, her eyes transfixed on the clear liquid within it. In one quick movement she had downed the fire liquid and replaced the empty glass to the counter. She felt the effects almost immediately; the burn in her throat, the instant warmth that spread within her, the slight dizziness. Yes…perhaps loss of control would lessen his control over her…if only for a few hours. She nodded to gain the bartenders attention and placed a $100 note on the bar, ordering another two glasses and quickly devouring them. She closed her eyes and allowed her mind to succumb to the beautiful numbness that the liquor had created. Each glass she devoured His voice became weaker and weaker. Yes, just a few more and he would be gone…gone! With another nod she ordered another glass, but this time before she could life the glass to her lips, a rather large, fuzzy hand stopped her by placing his hand over the glass.

“Do you really think that is wise?”

She turned on her stool and dizzily lifted her gaze to meet the man with a heated gaze.

“Excussssssse me, but who are you to tell me what is wise? Hmmm?” The words slurred from her lips as she attempted to focus on the bastard who was trying to control her. Control…what the hell was with men trying to control her today? Would she find no peace?!

"Well, I am just a nice guy trying to help a damsel in distress.” Her eyes cautiously took him in as he took a seat by her side. “In other terms, I'm James."

His smile immediately lit up his face. It was then that she realised he was the man canoodling with the woman in the booth. She turned dizzily and noticed the woman was no longer in the booth, just a waiter who was clearing their table. She turned to face him, her eyes radiating a new edge of annoyance.

“So, do nice guys often ditch their girlfriends to help out damsels? Or is that just you?” The man smiled politely and removed his hand from her drink. Quickly she sculled the clear liquid, revelling in the instant feeling of relaxation it produced.

“No, she went to the bathroom. I noticed you earlier and I couldn’t help but see how troubled you were…”

“How troubled I am?!” She cut him short and glared heated at him. “So now I am a troubled damsel? Did it ever cross your mind that I was perhaps a damsel who just wanted a drink?” She tried to focus on him, but the world around her had begun to spin. Her head felt like it was filled with helium and was threatening to float completely off her shoulders.

“Who wanted to drink? Yes, but the real question remains if a damsel as delicate as you should be drinking, and in such an amount?”

That was the last straw. She had come here to escape being controlled, and now a complete stranger had the audacity to control her and the amount she was drinking. Her deep green eyes scowled at him in an emerald flame, her anger radiating deep within her orbs. She stood up quickly and instantly regretted it as she fell forward and landed in the man’s lap. The man instantly wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer on top of him.

Her eyes widened in shock as she felt him instantly become hard and she tried desperately to pull away, which only resulted in him gripping her tighter. She stiffened in his grip as her blood began to boil with lust for both his raging erection and his blood. She instantly wanted to fuck him and destroy him, make him regret being so forward.

Damsel? Fuck that...Who’s the damsel now?

She felt him lower his lips to her ear and take a long, deep breath. He shuddered and his cock twitched against her stomach as a long, erotically charged moan slipped from his lips and floated against her ear. She could smell his arousal, his need, his desire for her. And it repulsed her to think that a stranger would want such things from her.

But before she could latch onto the thought, a sharp yank of her hair had her pulled from his grasp and tumbling to the floor to his side.

“What the hell do you think you are doing?”

She raised her eyes from the floor and glared up at the rather small, pathetic looking woman who stood above her. She was pretty enough, but she could sense she was far too much of a prude to satisfy the tastes of the man she was defending. A small smirk curled upon her lips as she wiped the small amount of blood that had pooled in the corner of her lip.

“What am I doing? I was having a lovely drink before your boyfriend turned up and decided to be a hero.”

The woman looked at the man, daggers pulsing through her gaze before turning back to her. “My husband wouldn’t ever be seen with a slut like you. You are nothing but a whore; a cheap, pathetic, good for nothing whore. Why don’t you leave us alone and go ruin some other relationship. Hmmm?”

Her blood boiled, pumping feverishly through her veins as the delusional woman spoke. Slut? Whore? The more the woman spoke the more she envisioned ripping her throat out and watching as her pathetic body squirmed upon the floor in agony. She hadn’t even noticed the small crowd that had surrounded them, or the fact that the man was becoming increasingly aroused by the scene. All she could see was the feeble woman and the growing red haze that started to surround her. She stood calmly, her knees slightly shaky, and glared the woman down.

“You should choose your words wisely, for you may regret the things you have just said to me…”

“No, I don’t regret a thing. Unlike you, who should regret every day you awake to the pitiable fucked up shit pile that you call your life, you stupid little whor…”

That was it; she had lost all her resolve. She had come here for a drink and to escape the horror that was him, and now she was being hit on and groped by a married man and abused by his horrid wife. Before the woman had a chance to speak she pounced, pushing the woman back first into a line of stools and onto the floor. She moved with such speed and accuracy, moving to straddle the woman, pinning her to the ground.

“Do you kiss your husband with that disgusting mouth?” She wrapped her hand tightly around the woman’s throat and watched as the woman began to panic and squirm beneath her. Pupils dilated, breath short and shallow, all colour left her face. Yes...she loved that look of panic. She thrived on it.

“Awww, see, you should have headed my words. Why are you so mad? Is it that this pathetic little whore has you pinned to the ground? Or is it the knowledge that you leave you husband so sexually unsatisfied that he finds sexual comfort in women as cheap as me? Which pisses you off more, sweetie?”

The woman hissed and spat directly onto her cheek. The soft red haze that was surrounding the woman suddenly turned violent blood red. She growled and slapped the woman across the face, pulling her head up by her hair to violently slam it into the floor boards below. But before she had the chance, she was forcefully picked up and pulled off the woman and being carried out the bar door. She screamed and kicked but the arms around her gripped her tighter and flung her over a rather broad shoulder. She began to breathe heavily as she continued to scream and kick for release. She recognised the scent immediately…

“You son of a bitch! Let me go! Let me fucking go!”

 

[ShyMystica]

*Ice, glass...

Rummages through a low-lying cabinet, pulls out a dusty bottle.*

Southern Comfort...

*A shrug...it will do.

A chair, glass to lips, liqueur to tongue...

Thoughts...*

Top hats seem fun...
Passive aggressiveness is definitely an ugly trait; even on the most beautiful of souls.
Waterfalls...

*Another sip...*

 

[yeishia]

*Ice, glass...

Rummages through a low-lying cabinet, pulls out a dusty bottle.*

Southern Comfort...

*A shrug...it will do.

A chair, glass to lips, liqueur to tongue...

Thoughts...*

Top hats seem fun...
Passive aggressiveness is definitely an ugly trait; even on the most beautiful of souls.
Waterfalls...

*Another sip...*

Looks at you tears in her eyes wondering why?

 

[ShyMystica]

Looks at you tears in her eyes wondering why?

*A weary hand grasping hers...*
Come talk with me?

 

[yeishia]

I slip into her cottage and sit down beside her wrapping protective arms around her slender form "I am always here should you need me."

( I have left you a message on Skype.)

 

[ShyMystica]

*Eyes scan the room. Canvas's half completed, paint brushes uncleaned, an empty glass from the night before.

But she was in no mood for cleaning. No...she was restless, feverish, deep in her own world of thoughts and memories.

Tightening her robe around her naked form, she settles at her piano. Shuffling on her stool, a lithe thigh exposed from between the sheer fabric. Her fingers tying her long golden locks loosely at the base of her neck. A determined flick of the piano lid and the ivory keys shine before her. No delicate caresses, or soothing melodies.

The piece begins; her eyes closed as she sways with the searing melody. She played how she felt. *

 

[ShyMystica]

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[ShyMystica]

Excited
High: delirious, intoxicated, exhilarated
Medium: animated, charged, thrilled
Low: alive, great, stirred

Surprised
High: astonished, staggered, stupefied
Medium: amazed, awed, jolted
Low: overcome, rocked, startled

Happy
High: ecstatic, exuberant, triumphant
Medium: exalted, fantastic, tickled
Low: great, lively, super

Satisfied
High: delighted, enchanted, satiated
Medium: charmed, gratified, full
Low: agreeable, glad, nice

Affectionate
High: cherish, revere, treasure
Medium: adore, esteem, prize
Low: admire, regard, value

Calm
High: pacified, sedated, serene
Medium: collected, mellow, restful
Low: bland, quiet, undisturbed

Distressed
High: agony, crushed, tormented
Medium: afflicted, pained, troubled
Low: bad, ill at ease, upset

Frightened
High: frantic, terrified, petrified
Medium: aghast, dread, threatened
Low: cautious, hesitant, shaky

Anxious
High: baffled, perplexed, tangled
Medium: blocked, confounded, stressed
Low: careful, muddled, uncertain

Sad
High: despair, devastated, pitiful
Medium: awful, gloomy, sullen
Low: down, low, unhappy

Angry
High: enraged, infuriated, livid
Medium: bristle, fuming, indignant
Low: annoyed, crabby, sore

Ashamed
High: humiliated, mortified, sinful
Medium: guilt, criminal, derelict
Low: contrite, regretful, shame