Shy's quaint country cottage

[ShyMystica]

Time: Sarah Mclachlan

 

[yeishia]

Slips in to leave you a warm hug.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

-gives yeishia a hug on his way in. wandering over to shy's bedside he changes the flowers, and leaves a little note on the nightstand-

My dearest friend,

Some days are long,and hard, others seem to slip through fingers like sand in an hour glass. It does not matter how the day ends; the sun always rises at dawn.

Do not forget to look to the light.

Fd.

-then he left the room and snuggled himself up on the couch to find his own slumber-

 

[ShyMystica]

Slips in to leave you a warm hug.

*A and a in deep thanks*
Thank you.

-gives yeishia a hug on his way in. wandering over to shy's bedside he changes the flowers, and leaves a little note on the nightstand-

My dearest friend,

Some days are long,and hard, others seem to slip through fingers like sand in an hour glass. It does not matter how the day ends; the sun always rises at dawn.

Do not forget to look to the light.

Fd.

-then he left the room and snuggled himself up on the couch to find his own slumber-

*a , a ...pulling up the blanket to cover his form. She let him sleep. A soft whisper before leaving...*

Thank you.

 

[ShyMystica]

*Time had a habit of escaping her grasp the last few weeks. She grew tired of the weakness that had taken her physical form. She grew tired of the fight that she knew she had to continue. Quite simply, she grew tired. So...she smiled. A blissful paradox to the way the rest of her body felt. Her smile grew at the thought, transforming her weary features, a glint of joy sparkling deep within her gaze.

Placing the vase on her piano she sat upon the stool; her eyes drawing the sensual lines of the petals. Yes...she would paint that at some stage. Her fingers caressed the ivory keys as her mind beckoned the question to her soul; 'What do you feel like playing?'.

Then she played; her fingers began to dance upon the keys, her voice slipping melodically from her lips. The warm, bluesy tones of her voice echoed within the small confines of the room, wrapping her weary form in a blanket of peace.

Then it dissipated; dulling slowly into silence. Yet her smile didn't fade. No, it grew warmer with memories and fondness. She carried it with her as she stood and made her way back to her room; the click of the door closing behind her.

Tomorrow the sun will rise; it always will.*

 

[Veroe]

A little gift for you Shy

 

[ShyMystica]

A little gift for you Shy

:O

I love it, Veroe! Thank you, thank you, thank you!

*Pounces and hugs him excitedly, a kiss to his cheek in thanks*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

A wolf comes wandering, a print wrapped in plain brown wrapping. Pinned to the paper is a note. The hand writing is hurried but well known.

I saw this and thought of you~ethereal, sweet, sinuous, and somehow always alone....I miss you when you are not here. THANK YOU for being my friend.

Always~

Luna

 

[yeishia]

I slip in to my friends cottage to leave her some small quaint plaques I had found at a country fair.

Looking from one to the other I simply cannot decide between them so giggling I leave them all propped atop her fireplace.

.................... ....................​

 

[ShyMystica]

*Smiles at the array of plaques that now sit upon her fireplace. Her heart warms to see them. Making a mental note to thank her dear friend, she resumes looking for pictures for inspiration...*

 

[ShyMystica]

 

[ShyMystica]

 

[yeishia]

 

[ShyMystica]

*Three vases sit proudly upon her piano.

The first for her dear friend and her dark angel.

The second for the sweet allusive wolf.

The third nestled against a small gift for her dearest friend.

All sit proudly, all waiting in case the owners of the gifts come to visit in her absence. She wouldn't be gone forever, but she needed to take some time away from the walls. But she wanted each to know how much she adored them, cherished their friendship, admired their souls. They were all beautiful souls...she was blessed to know them all.

A soft click of the front door behind her,..she would return*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Seems like I have walked an eternity but finally, I am here. Shy's cottage beckons to me and I slip silently inside, my eyes landing on the beautiful calla lilies she's gathered, for me.

I want to take them away, but I won't, not yet. I had left her a little note else where...and now I am going to do the same here. Pulling out a piece of parchment, I put fountain pen to paper and begin to write.

Dearest Shy One~
I know that you have escaped into reality. It is a smart, sensible thing to do when the fantasy palls. Or when something happens to completely screw up your equilibrium. I do it all the time.

That being said, you have my yahoo (messenger and email) and you know my name...my real name. If you need me, just to yell at or scream with...you know what to do.

As always, you are in my prayers~

Luna.

 

[yeishia]

Rider and I had slipped in during the night and quietly taken the lovely Lily flowers back to our bedroom their fragrance wafting over us while we slept reminding us of our dearest friend.

I slip into her now deserted cottage and place this on her fridge door much in the same manner Veroe had placed it on my mirror, I was paying his thoughtful gesture forward towards my friend.

I needed for her to remember that she was loved by many honest people both in her real world and here on Lit.

I needed her to know that the one who had abused her trust was simply not worthy of it.

I needed her to know that she WOULD recover.

I needed her to know that her friends were firmly in her corner.

She was NOT alone!

​

 

[ShyMystica]

Fallen - Sarah McLachlan

Heaven bent to take my hand
And lead me through the fire
Be the long awaited answer
To a long and painful fight

Truth be told I've tried my best
But somewhere along the way
I got caught up in all there was to offer
And the cost was so much more than I could bear

Though I've tried, I've fallen...
I have sunk so low
I have messed up
Better I should know
So don't come round here
And tell me I told you so...

We all begin with good intent
Love was raw and young
We believed that we could change ourselves
The past could be undone
But we carry on our backs the burden
Time always reveals
The lonely light of morning
The wound that would not heal
It's the bitter taste of losing everything
That I have held so dear.

I've fallen...
I have sunk so low
I have messed up
Better I should know
So don't come round here
And tell me I told you so...

Heaven bent to take my hand
Nowhere left to turn
I'm lost to those I thought were friends
To everyone I know
Oh they turned their heads embarassed
Pretend that they don't see
But it's one missed step
You'll slip before you know it
And there doesn't seem a way to be redeemed

Though I've tried, I've fallen...
I have sunk so low
I have messed up
Better I should know
So don't come round here
And tell me I told you so...

 

[ShyMystica]

Somewhere In Between: Lifehouse

I can't be losing sleep over this, no, I can't
And now I cannot stop pacing
Give me a few hours
I'll have this all sorted out
If my mind would just stop racing

'Cause I cannot stand still
I can't be this unsturdy
This cannot be happening

This is over my head
But underneath my feet
'Cause by tomorrow morning I'll have this thing beat
And everything will be back to the way that it was
I wish that it was just that easy

'Cause I'm waiting for tonight
Then waiting for tomorrow
And I'm somewhere in between
What is real and just a dream?

What is real and just a dream?
What is real and just a dream?

Would you catch me if I fall out of what I fell in?
Don't be surprised if I collapse
Down at your feet again
I don't want to run away from this
I know that I just don't need this

'Cause I cannot stand still
I can't be this unsturdy
This cannot be happening, yeah

'Cause I'm waiting for tonight
Then waiting for tomorrow
And I'm somewhere in between
What is real and just a dream?

What is real and just a dream?
What is real and just a dream?
What is real and just a dream?

 

[ShyMystica]

A reminder...

That Day: Natalie Imbruglia

That day, that day
What a mess what a marvel
I walked into that cloud again
And I lost myself
And I’m sad, sad, sad
Small, alone, scared
Craving purity
A fragile mind and
A gentle spirit
That day, that day
What a marvelous mess
This is all that I can do
I’m done to be me
Sad, scared, small, alone, beautiful
It’s supposed to be like this
I accept everything
It’s supposed to be like this

That day, that day
I lay down beside myself
In this feeling of pain, sadness
Scared, small, climbing, crawling
Towards the light
And it’s all I see and
I’m tired and I’m right
And I’m wrong
And it’s beautiful

That day that day
What a mess
What a marvel
We’re all the same
And no one thinks so
And it’s okay
And I’m small
And I’m divine
And it’s beautiful
And it’s coming
But it’s already here
And it’s absolutely perfect

That day, that day
When everything was a mess
And everything was in place
And there’s too much hurt
Sad, small, scared, alone
And everyone’s a cynic
And it’s hard and it’s sweet
But it’s supposed
To be like this

That day, that day
When I sat in the sun
And I thought and I cried
’cause I’m sad, scared, small
Alone, strong
And I’m nothing
And I’m true
Only a brave man
Can break through
And it’s all okay
Yeah, it’s okay

 

[ShyMystica]

*She had returned. Spent the days in a recluse silence; simply being a peace within herself, within her mind, within her soul. These were turbulent times; each day a fight to keep placing a slow, weak step in front of the other. Outwardly her physical appearance suggested her vulnerability; slight, petite, fragile. But she was a fighter, a warrioress, an amazon in her soul. She was far too stubborn to let anything life threw at her to take her, to beat her, to win. Everything in life was worth fighting for; she had always known this, lived by this. Now was no exception.

She made her way through the small confines of her cottage; her sheer white robe doing little to conceal her attire. To many it was the beauty of lingerie that most women wore in times of seduction, sensuality, soulful play and wicked desires. Most choosing to wear it for their significant others as a sign of romance and affectionate teasings. But for her? No - she wore it with strength, dignity, power. For her it was an attire she chose and wore for herself. The tightly bound lace corset, while it secured her, trapped her torso in an unyielding grip of womanly form; yet there was also freedom. A freedom most women felt when bound in such attire. Freedom to be a woman, and the strengths that lay in being complete in that moment. The stockings clung unashamedly to her silken thighs highlighting a sensuality only a rare few ever saw of her. The panties; frilly and feminine...the complete assemble a radiation of who she was at her core. That was her reason...to be connected to herself.

Stocking-tipped feet glide her through the small rooms, finally leaving her to stand at her piano. It had been a while. Most would never understand; but music was her life. Her delicate fingertips caress the keys as her mind swam in the memories of songs played from the heart. Then she sat, toes edging the peddles, fingers taking their place, her eyes closed as she inwardly sunk herself into the current emotions that ebbed through her.

Then she played; the soft melody filling the small room, surrounding her in an embrace of calm and peace. In these moments she was truly at peace...truly whole. In these moments she found strength. *

 

[TheJestersAdvocate]

*He was dressed casually, a long sleeved urban camo t-shirt which almost hugged his frame like a second skin, loose though enough to not be too constrictive. The military like top blended with the dark blue jeans and black boots that also adorned his frame. Despite their bulky appearance, the boots covering his feet moved across the ground as soundlessly as possible, moving like a whisper in the night.

Coming upon the familiar home, he swiftly moved inside, lingering about the front for some time, until the peaceful, melodic tune from the piano called to him like a siren. Making sure to leave that beautiful noise as undisturbed as possible, he took his time following it to it's source, stopping in the doorway upon seeing Shy at her piano. He thought about approaching her, but decided he didn't want to startle her, for fear of losing the wondrous music he was listening to now, a fact he knew to be somewhat selfish or at the very least impolite for a guest.

As her playing came to either a pause or stop, he took the moment to clear his throat and offer a gentle, yet enthusiastic applause to her.*

Wonderfully done Shy.....you've got quite the knack for that.

*he offered her a brief, though brilliantly warm and friendly smile* How are things going?

 

[ShyMystica]

*A voice startled her. She wasn't expecting company. Not many ventured this far to see her.

Swirling on her stool, her eyes open slightly more than usual, she turns to face the voice. Eyes fell on his face and she instantly relaxed once more.*

Hey Ken. I wasn't expecting anyone...

*Pulling the blanket on a nearby chair, she drapes it over her lap, a blush to her cheeks as she pulls her robe around her chest; a small attempt at modesty. With a small nod, she gestures for him to sit*

Please, come in. How are you?

 

[TheJestersAdvocate]

*A voice startled her. She wasn't expecting company. Not many ventured this far to see her.

Swirling on her stool, her eyes open slightly more than usual, she turns to face the voice. Eyes fell on his face and she instantly relaxed once more.*

Hey Ken. I wasn't expecting anyone...

*Pulling the blanket on a nearby chair, she drapes it over her lap, a blush to her cheeks as she pulls her robe around her chest; a small attempt at modesty. With a small nod, she gestures for him to sit*

Please, come in. How are you?

*Her reaction was inevtiable, he guessed, but at least it wasn't as severe as it could have been, he did not intend his visit to frighten her. As she turned around, he couldn't help but let out a low, long whistle*

I didn't mean to surprise you......just thought I'd check in and see how things are going with you.

*As she begins to cover herself, a smile forms upon his lips before breaking out into a smirk. A hearty chuckle escapes his lips. He raises a hand slowly, an apologetic expression upon his features*

I'm sorry.....I don't mean to laugh. It is just amusing to see a beautiful woman such as yourself in gorgeous attire being skittish. But then again, I can also understand you were probably relaxing......and you being dressed as you are while I am more conservatively dressed, could be a bit offputting. If it'd make you feel more comfortable....I could don something of similar attire myself......but then again, I doubt either one of us would recover from that experience.

*gives her a playful smile and winks, before taking slow strides over to the offered chair nearby her stool. Leaning back into the plush cushions, he glances at her, eyes unable to help going over her form, drinking in the sight before him, before they rest upon hers once more.*

I am doing quite fine.....just enjoying the beautiful weather that I've been having as of late......it's not too hot or cold...just perfect. It's truly one of those moments where words aren't good enough....the changing of the leaves, seeing the different animals....mostly deer that I've been seeing.....raising their newborn and getting them ready for the approaching winter.

And how are you doing, Shy?

*his blue eyes settled on hers as a soft smile settled upn his lips*

 

[ShyMystica]

*Her reaction was inevtiable, he guessed, but at least it wasn't as severe as it could have been, he did not intend his visit to frighten her. As she turned around, he couldn't help but let out a low, long whistle*

I didn't mean to surprise you......just thought I'd check in and see how things are going with you.

*As she begins to cover herself, a smile forms upon his lips before breaking out into a smirk. A hearty chuckle escapes his lips. He raises a hand slowly, an apologetic expression upon his features*

I'm sorry.....I don't mean to laugh. It is just amusing to see a beautiful woman such as yourself in gorgeous attire being skittish. But then again, I can also understand you were probably relaxing......and you being dressed as you are while I am more conservatively dressed, could be a bit offputting. If it'd make you feel more comfortable....I could don something of similar attire myself......but then again, I doubt either one of us would recover from that experience.

*gives her a playful smile and winks, before taking slow strides over to the offered chair nearby her stool. Leaning back into the plush cushions, he glances at her, eyes unable to help going over her form, drinking in the sight before him, before they rest upon hers once more.*

I am doing quite fine.....just enjoying the beautiful weather that I've been having as of late......it's not too hot or cold...just perfect. It's truly one of those moments where words aren't good enough....the changing of the leaves, seeing the different animals....mostly deer that I've been seeing.....raising their newborn and getting them ready for the approaching winter.

And how are you doing, Shy?

*his blue eyes settled on hers as a soft smile settled upn his lips*

*An eyebrow rises as his laughter echoes through the small room. Her brow furrows in confusion as he speaks.*

Hmmm...beauty, in my opinion, lies in the eyes of the onlooker. I was simply relaxing, finding some peace, some strength...for no one's benefit than my own.

*She laughs softly with a shake of her head*

And you are right...I fear such attire on your form may send most running for the hills, screaming for their eyes to be burned from their sockets.

*She watches him settle in the chair beside her. A slight nod of her head as she listens. When he asks his question, she remains silent for a moment. Contemplative, deep in thought for a moment...then she speaks.*

Me? I am fine, well fine enough. There is no use in complaining. There are always those who are far worse off than me.

And it must be lovely to see those deer running free. We don't have them here. The only thing remotely close is the people in costumes pretending to be bambi.

 

[TheJestersAdvocate]

*An eyebrow rises as his laughter echoes through the small room. Her brow furrows in confusion as he speaks.*

Hmmm...beauty, in my opinion, lies in the eyes of the onlooker. I was simply relaxing, finding some peace, some strength...for no one's benefit than my own.

*She laughs softly with a shake of her head*

And you are right...I fear such attire on your form may send most running for the hills, screaming for their eyes to be burned from their sockets.

*She watches him settle in the chair beside her. A slight nod of her head as she listens. When he asks his question, she remains silent for a moment. Contemplative, deep in thought for a moment...then she speaks.*

Me? I am fine, well fine enough. There is no use in complaining. There are always those who are far worse off than me.

And it must be lovely to see those deer running free. We don't have them here. The only thing remotely close is the people in costumes pretending to be bambi.

You thought I left without saying anything? Shame shame shame on you.

*nodded as he listened to her* As we all should.....no matter what or how we do it, we should all feel comfortable in our own skin.

*at the playful jab he had set up for her, he couldn't help but put on a mock look of distress, feigning a few tears before clutching his chest* My gods.....your words striek me down for they carry the full weight of being absolutely true. * a brief goofy grin appears* Oh wait....I do got killer legs and my butt isn't that bad either. Though the hairy chest might not work in my favor. *rolls his eyes at himself before stopping himself before he shoves his foot any further into his mouth*

Complaining.....I agree, is absolutely useless.....it's annoying and a huge pain in the ass to listen or deal with. *dramatically pauses* Buuuuuut, venting.....now that is something that is needed, for the mind, heart and soul to heal. Sometimes though, words aren't enough.....so I hope that whatever is aching you, gets it's ass kicked....figuratively speaking....soon enough. *shrugs abit, a wily look in his eyes* Or maybe literally.....whatever works best.

*a pleasant smile flows over his mouth as he envisions the deer* Well they don't exactly run free, not where I see them anyways. For the most part, the adorable little suckers are in a fenced in, make shift preserve.....they're so docile that rarely they'll run from folks, unless of course they move too quick. Every now and again, I make sure to get any old food....such as grains, fruits and veggies to give to them as a snack.

Surely you have some sorta cute critter to go "Awwwwww.....that's soooooo adoooooorable" at, where you're from. *as he speaks, he gets a "cutesy" wide eyed look, especially when annunciating each syllable*