The Mansion

[DarkWarrioress]

Many have come and gone from my mansion. It is what it is. Times have changed since she first moved here. Plenty of good times, almost as much drama and some sad times as well. Still, even from her time away, she returned time and time again. This was home away from home. She nibbled on her lower lip as she looked back over her notebook and wondered if she'd ever finish her jungle/drug story or would she simply leave it to die in the dust bin.

She frowned. She hadn't seen evidence of ICE in a long time and wondered if he was doing ok and where the hell was he? He could be such an asshole, but he was a sexy asshole. Ah well. Life happens and now, she needed to rest. Maybe a new idea for a story would come to her. One hadn't in a long time.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Sitting at her desk with her ever present cup of coffee, she adjusted her glasses and reread a few messages and nodded.

"It happens. So, for now, until the RL lets up on them (and perhaps this is not the right word to use but it comes to mind) I shall put two of my/our threads into stasis. If my co-writers come back and want to continue, I'll be here otherwise, I shall move on."

So with a quick flick of her hand, she changed her Lit signature to three active threads.

"You have to do what you have to do. Heaven knows, I've been in the same position."

She talked to herself a lot AND she knew who replied so she was still pretty sure she was sane. A quick click or two of her mouse and she was off to write..... hopefully.

 

[dryfter]

*slowly sneaks up to silently refill DW's coffee*

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She muttered over her keyboard about cats, absentmindedly reaching for her coffee cup and found it to be heated and full. She softly grinned.

"Thank you, darlin', she whispered.

Though he was nowhere to be seen, she knew it was her other half.

 

[Light Ice]

A great fall of flowers spills along the stairs. Blooms of a myriad color, texture, and all holding a harmonious sweetness to scent. Along with, left there, is a note with narrow, neat handwriting.

"Life is good. Loved and happy. Be both bad and good."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

A great fall of flowers spills along the stairs. Blooms of a myriad color, texture, and all holding a harmonious sweetness to scent. Along with, left there, is a note with narrow, neat handwriting.

"Life is good. Loved and happy. Be both bad and good."

She started downstairs and stopped short. There, along the stairs were flowers. Scents, array of colors and textures. She gathered them up as she came downstairs, heading toward the kitchen. Setting them on the island, she fetched a vase and filled it with water.... and smiled. He hadn't forgotten. It made her happy to know he was happy, loved and that life was good. As it should be. Arranging the flowers in the vase, she carried them to the Great Room and set them on the coffee table. She just never knew when he was going to show up. He never stayed. He came, left her flowers and left. That was Ice.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Two of her favorite men have snuck in leaving behind their thoughtfulness. She had to grin. Of course, if Ice heard her calling him thoughtful, she wasn't sure how he would take it. In days long gone by, he would have grumbled about it. Now, she wasn't so sure. He was happy and loved. She couldn't have wished for anything better for him. JH kept her on her toes. Fetching a cup of hot coffee from the kitchen, she moved through her home and into her workspace. Sitting down at her computer, she began to write her next post and waited for Sara to take over.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She sat back in her chair with a soft sigh. Done. She felt accomplished. She had two new co-writers, two new stories to tackle.

Leaving It All Behind with Ryanmo97
The Wheels of Fortune with Tio_Narratore

And of course, Shunned with Logan Darkholme