Shy's quaint country cottage

[ShyMystica]

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*

I'm so sorry Ken. The real world is pulling me away for now. I hope you don't mind if we have this discussion another time?

I hope you aren't too offended.

*Rises slowly, careful to wrap the blanket around her form with a shy smile. Bending forward, she kisses his cheek*

I will speak with you soon. Take care Ken. It was great seeing you.

*a warm smile, and she makes her way to her room and back to the real world*

 

[TheJestersAdvocate]

I'm so sorry Ken. The real world is pulling me away for now. I hope you don't mind if we have this discussion another time?

I hope you aren't too offended.

*Rises slowly, careful to wrap the blanket around her form with a shy smile. Bending forward, she kisses his cheek*

I will speak with you soon. Take care Ken. It was great seeing you.

*a warm smile, and she makes her way to her room and back to the real world*

*raises a finger to his lips and smiles warmly at her* No need to apologize......it's something you can't control.

I am not offended....in any way shape or form.

*gives her a gentle kiss on her cheek in return*

We can continue this cute critter chat another time. And it was great to see you as well.

*he gets up heading back outside and down the path to do some exploring*

 

[ShyMystica]

*She was numb to the world, her mind a frantic tornado of thoughts; walking by habit as she made her way through the front door; kicking it closed with the heel of her foot; switching the lock before letting her bags fall to the floor in a forgotten pile.

She knew today would be hard. She knew everyday was going to be hard. But not this hard.

Perhaps if she wasn't so tired, she would have taken the news better. Perhaps...perhaps...there was always a perhaps. Not a way she preferred to live life, but that was the reality.

The weight of everything felt like it was compounding upon her shoulders; the source of all this pain throbbing with more emotional angst than physical. Everything weighed...so she stripped. Didn't care who was watching, didn't care in the slightest for modesty or her natural shyness. Each layer of clothing fell, a slight weight freeing her form...then she was bare.

She looked around the small cottage. The kitchen held no promise of delights. Her bathroom held no interest of relaxation or comfort. Even her piano seemed dull.

But she sat before it anyway.

She played.

She grasped onto what little peace that seemed to snake its way through her. The timbre of the melody echoing through the small room; growing in a crescendo of stress, emotion, physical defiance. Her fingers moving swiftly, gracefully as her heart seemed to dictate their dance upon the keys...

Then there was silence. Her body slumped weakly against the piano.

She would get through it. She always had, always will. But today...this moment. She allowed herself to fall. to break down, to deal with it all. Tomorrow the sun would rise and would hold a new hope. But today...today she allowed herself to simply lay in her darkness.

 

[ShyMystica]

Open Story Concept/Idea (If interested, please PM)
A work in progress...

Love thee; Love thy bullet....

Concept:
A story of two assassins; dictated by their duty, battling with their hearts. Lovers first; now enemies by the choice of their bosses.

With the flames of the passionate past they are forced to hunt the other. Fighting hearts and minds; love and duty; right and wrong.

"Do you really want...
Do you really want me...
Do you really want me...dead or alive"

This story, in my mind, is strong in power struggles and slightly darker romances. This isn't a Mr and Mrs Smith wanna-be piece. In my eyes, it is darker and more violent in intent and emotions. Not necessarily a happy ending. As I see it, the present is the story of their hunt of the other. Flashbacks and memories of the intense passion of the past which complicate the task. They know who they are hunting, they want the other dead. I envision a scene when one has caught the other; strapped in a chair. An interrogation of sorts. They know each others strengths and weaknesses; so the fun would not only be had in the sexual context, but also in the intelligent strategies to beat the other.

As always, open for other ideas and input if this story goes ahead.

Inspiration:

Hurricane: 30 Seconds to Mars

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[yeishia]

She looked around the small cottage. The kitchen held no promise of delights. Her bathroom held no interest of relaxation or comfort. Even her piano seemed dull.

I slip inside and look around through the eyes of my friend pondering. My eyes brighten as an idea takes hold the decor needed changing some what.

Smiling I began to leave small hugs all over her domain; some I left on her paino, some in the bathroom sink , some scattered across her bed some I even pasted all over her walls, floors and ceilings



Here are a few of them.

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The last one I knew she would pass on because it was simply who she was....

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[ShyMystica]

Reminders...

That not all days are dark...
Beautiful Day: U2

Keep looking for the beauty and trust...trust...
Something Beautiful: NEEDTONBREATHE

That it is ok to not want to...
Don't Feel Like Dancing: Scissor Sisters

That not all memories are painful...
Funky Tonight: JBT

To keep looking at life differently...to be different...
Zebra: JBT

That there are fakers in this world, and that it is alright. I am stronger...
The Pretender: Foo Fighters

That there is strength within...
Beautiful: Christina Aguilera

That they exist...
Bad Day: Daniel Powter

That I need to say thank you more often...
Thank you: Dido

That being flirty is worth embracing...
Cherry Lips: Garbage

To quit procrastinating...Just do it!
What You Waiting for?: Gwen Stafani

To stop stressing...
Canned Heat: Jamiroquai

Don't close up...
Come Into My World: Kylie Minogue

To keep believing...
I'm a Believer: The Monkees

That one day you will sing again.
Two Hearts: Kylie Minogue

Smile and let it happen...
Hey, Soul Sister: Train

To stay young, dream...always dream
Chasing Pirates: Norah Jones

To remember wisdom from past mistakes...
Dreams: The Corrs

 

[ShyMystica]

*Soft pads of her feet echo down the hall, a slender form finally coming into view; her robe tied tightly around her form, blonde hair soft natural curls instead of straight, eyes slightly glimmering with exhaustion.

Yet she was smiling. Despite the crisis' of the day, and the toll it took to deal with it all, she had no real reason to frown. Worry still plagued her mind; the darkness still lurking in the shadows of her mind. But she wouldn't let these things bring her down today. Not today.

Her eyes fell upon the small, white rabbit that had taken slumber in her chair. Her smile broadens. She loved the little rascal. She wouldn't deny that. Stroking soft fingertips over the rabbit's sleeping form, her eyes finally fall on the nude portrait sitting on her easel. She had to finish it. Yet creativity wasn't sparking within her. Not today. Maybe not even tomorrow. But it would get done...eventually.

Instead her eyes fell upon her piano; a playful smirk lighting her face.

Then she played.

Dorky, goofy, childish to most; but to her it was a playful reminder to stay young at heart. Her mind swam in images of the open ocean, ships at full mast, pirates and treasure and damsels in distress. She wouldn't lie to the world or herself; pirates had always been a realm of fantasy and escape, ever since she was a small child. Lately she had often found herself diving into such realms for escape...now was no different.

Eyes closed, she succumbed to the music and the fantasies within her mind...*

 

[ShyMystica]

*footsteps echo throughout the cottage; fast, heavy, pacing...she couldn't stop pacing. Her form appearing and disappearing through the arch of the hallway as she paced; back and forth...again, and again, and again...

Then she stops; her head falling to the wall as her fist slams against it with a solid thud. It was too much; it was all far too much. She wanted to scream; sick to death of secrecy and isolation. *

Fuck...

*It was all she could say. She was a complete agitated and tightly wound mess of emotions and need. Her body shook with the effort it took simply to remain outwardly calm...to keep up the facade...to pretend. But she couldn't any longer...no more, no more.

Fighting back tears of frustration and stress, she walks determinedly to her piano. She doesn't think, she plays. This song...it was a song she often played when frustration was too much. Her fingers fly over the keys as her emotions bring the melody to life. Frantic, restless, lost...god, so lost. The chaotic melody rising within the walls of the small room and drowning her as it crashed around her violently.

Then it slows; her vulnerability and weakness the forefront of her heart. Her head slumps as the tune softens, her fingers dancing slower, and slower until eventually she stops completely. Her chest heaves as her eyes close tightly, willing everything to fade; simply just to get some fucking sense of it all, of everything. But all that was left was sadness, loneliness...*

Fuck...

*Tears finally fell. She wouldn't hide it anymore...*

 

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[ShyMystica]

Because of You: Kelly Clarkson

 

[ShyMystica]

Possession: Sarah McLachlan

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Requiem

There is music playing. Classical. I hear it, in my head, in my heart, in that place where pain and longing meet. There is a photo. One I found while searching for something else. It comes with me, to her place, Shy's abode.

The photo is placed in an envelope.

A note is placed within the envelope as well. It is short, to the point...

Shyness~
You are on my mind. You have never left it since the last time we spoke. I am hoping that things are well with you. I am hoping that focus and clarity come soon. I am hoping that you know I am still here.

Mostly, I am just hoping. As always~
Luna.


The music, the photo, the note...they are left pinned to her front door. I, the wolf, walk away...

 

[ShyMystica]

*Another Monday had come and gone; and as usual, she was exhausted both in mind and in body. She had achieved a lot today, despite the circumstances. A small part of her content and proud for the things she managed to get done.

Opening the door, her bags fell from her shoulder to rest at the coat-stand; her jacket and scarf quickly found their usual resting place. She knew exactly where she wanted to be. Without a thought; more so on instinct, she gracefully found her way to her piano. She paused a moment to simply look at her instrument she adored so much. There was a part of her life attached to it; a part she yearned to find once more. These days she found herself reliving those times in her mind; her heart finding peace at the joy she found then...all those years ago. Any performer would understand, any musician, no matter their tool of their devotion...they all knew, understood, shared that peace she longed to feel.

Finally she took her place upon the stool; a quick shuffle to kick off her shoes before her bare toes caressed the peddles. Her fingers fell upon the keys, and she played. Soft, tender; the melody caressing her soul...beautiful. Like all the pieces she played, it reflected her soul, her mind, her mood. It was her in the moment; her heart, as always, dictating the emotion that slipped through her fingers to create the melody. Her eyes closed as the melody lifted throughout the small room; holding her like any other dear friend.

For a moment her mind focused on the friends that had cared for her as of late. She wouldn't be here without them, she knew it. She hoped they knew it. There were never any words she could or would find to express her gratitude. Even the kindness of strangers surprised her. The combined care and kindness gave her strength; softly fueling the dwindling fire within her to fight...to keep fighting. There were friends she worried for; concern mounting in their absence. There were friends she admired; especially during this time when she hid from the world and they still reached out. There were so many people who cared for her, protected her...she wouldn't ever admit, but she found it overwhelming at times. Not in any negative way, but purely from the realisation that she wasn't fighting alone. She would be forever in their debt; all of them. Every single person who reached out to her during these times.

Forever...

Her fingers slowly came to a stop. Sleep - she needed sleep. Discarding clothes on her way to her room, the door closes behind her with a click. Tomorrow was a new day. *

 

[ShyMystica]

*Sleep...not...happening.

There weren't words to explain how completely exhausted she was. None...none at all. Exhaustion was an understatement. Yet sleep wouldn't come. She grew anxious, then stressed, now she was upset. She just wanted sleep. That was all. Plain and simple.

Wrapping her robe around her she makes her way to her lounge room, lighting the fire quickly crawling into her chaise. The heat was soothing, her watery eyes finding focus within the enticing dance of the flames.

Eyes closed a moment she prayed that sleep would come. She could feel insanity working its' way into her mind. Thoughts involving baseball bats, a brick wall, or possibly sledgehammer. Whilst the ideas were crazy, she smiled at them. *

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

Time... It had been some time since he had visited this place. Still he felt it was time to return. He had observed just how weary she had become, just how exhausted first hand. Now he watched quietly as she stared at the flames, seeing an almost unhinged expression upon her lips. He could understand what lack of sleep, true restful sleep could do to the body, and the mind.

There was no clear plan. He simply closed the distance and wrapped arms around her slender figure from behind. The thin fabric of the robe was quickly enveloped in his scent, the heat of his flesh. Holding her against him he did not attempt to distract her from her vigil. His only goal was to add his strength, his affection to her moment, hoping that perhaps she could find an anchor, find a way to relax and finally rest.

 

[yeishia]

Not wanting to intrude I send a small reminder which gently floats to land softly on the fire place a small picture frame of Shy and I ... rather than the physical it expressed our inner spirit that ofttimes kept us strong. I send out tendrils of love, peace and calm and wrapped it gently around them hoping it would easy both of their pains, as their love and support eased mine.

 

[ShyMystica]

*She emerges from her room, a bounce to her step that was rare these days. She had found sleep, finally. While not completely rejuvenated, she was rested, and energy seemed to surround her. She was smiling, another rare thing. Memories mostly being the cause. Her mind floats to the night earlier; an embrace and a picture left by dear friends. Her smile broadens...she was indeed very lucky.

With a clap of her hands music blasts through speakers. A rather poppy song for her tastes, but it fit her morning mood perfectly. She was ready...definitely.

Finally she reaches her chair before the fireplace, taking her robe that rested on its arm and wrapping around her naked form. She sits, eyes closed, letting the music blend with her mood and hopefully sparking inspiration to get through the tasks of the day. *

 

[ShyMystica]

*Emerald eyes watched, intent and focused on nothing in particular. Her mind was gone; she gave up the fight to control it. Emotions ran free, thoughts tearing her psyche to shreds leaving her in a nervous ball of vulnerability and darkness.

The woman's voice still rang in her mind...

"You're needs are not being met".

That was true, she wouldn't deny it. But the woman spoke as if there was a possibility that there could be change. There wasn't. The physical debilitation was evident and the facts spoke for themselves.

1. She was sick.
2. The treatment to kill this was hard, too hard on her.
3. She was improving with the initial diagnosis, but the treatment was killing her.

But that wasn't what the woman was speaking of.

"...how are you?"

Such a simple question; but one she never truly answered honestly. The woman said to vent. Her usual tactics for venting were easy; running and writing. And she struggled to do both. What was the reality? How to explain the workings of a mind in emotional turmoil to a woman who's empathy was learned from books.

Here was the reality...

She was standing at the edge of the cliff; waves crashing below, demons from her past continued to crawl up the cliff face. A storm howled above her, the wind tore at her from every direction. It took every bit of strength she had simply to stay upright. The world continued to push from behind. Family the main force; kind actions shrouding evil intent. Everyone pushing, pushing, pushing...

Now she stood, her toes dangling from the edge of the cliff. No escape from above, none from behind...just more pushing. Her eyes transfixed on the waves below; each passing second the fate seemed more enticing, more welcoming, more caring in its' release. She wanted to jump, be free of it all. Yet she clung, toes curling to cling to the cliff face as the storm roared; the constant push urging her to lean slightly.

There was one thing she had become numb to; she no longer cared of hurting. People were selfish, oblivious by their own needs. If they looked; really saw her, the signs would be obvious. She was not ok. She was at her breaking point.

That was the reality within her. There, it was said. No more hiding and pretending. This was real. She didn't wish to jump, to give in. But she was running out of options.

So she sat, simply staring into space.

Vent the woman had told her...

How little did she know...*

 

[xOxCherryxOx]

Thinking of you

 

[ShyMystica]

Reflection....

Best of You: Foo Fighters

I've got another confession to make
I'm your fool
Everyone's got their chains to break
Holdin' you

Were you born to resist or be abused?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?

Are you gone and onto someone new?
I needed somewhere to hang my head
Without your noose
You gave me something that I didn't have
But had no use
I was too weak to give in
Too strong to lose
My heart is under arrest again
But I break loose
My head is giving me life or death
But I can't choose
I swear I'll never give in
I refuse

Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Has someone taken your faith?
Its real, the pain you feel
You trust, you must
Confess
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Oh...

Oh...Oh...Oh...Oh...

Has someone taken your faith?
Its real, the pain you feel
The life, the love you'd die to heal
The hope that starts the broken hearts
You trust, you must
Confess

Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?

I've got another confession my friend
I'm no fool
I'm getting tired of starting again
Somewhere new

Were you born to resist or be abused?
I swear I'll never give in
I refuse

Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Has someone taken your faith?
Its real, the pain you feel
You trust, you must
Confess
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Oh...