The Mansion

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A Small Room in the Cellar

There's a small door in the Cellar of the Mansion. It's not something that stands out but if you're the type of person that notices things, you'll notice it.

Inside is a beginning collection of things I find interesting. Oddities, really. Not something you usually see.

Come on in. Take a peek.
 
There's a small door in the Cellar of the Mansion. It's not something that stands out but if you're the type of person that notices things, you'll notice it.

Inside is a beginning collection of things I find interesting. Oddities, really. Not something you usually see.

Come on in. Take a peek.

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The witch comes to the Mansion, a small brown box tied with a lilac bow in her hands.
She leaves word with the smiling maid that opens the door that the contents is for her mistress and other half and should be given at a time when they have some moments to spend together.
A nod, sure her request will be followed and she leaves the way she came.
Within the box is something she saw that made her think instantly of Cait and FD.
Nestled inside the box, among the tissue paper, they'll find a pair of these.
 
The witch comes to the Mansion, a small brown box tied with a lilac bow in her hands.
She leaves word with the smiling maid that opens the door that the contents is for her mistress and other half and should be given at a time when they have some moments to spend together.
A nod, sure her request will be followed and she leaves the way she came.
Within the box is something she saw that made her think instantly of Cait and FD.
Nestled inside the box, among the tissue paper, they'll find a pair of these.

The maid located her the lady of the house in the study, pencil lodged between her lips. Pencil is removed to ask.

"What's this?"

Taking the package she couldnt help but give it a little shake. She dismissed the maid and set the package on her desk. She'd wait to open it when FD was with her. Her eyes kept going back to the package wrapped in brown with a lilac ribbon, tied in a bow.

Concentrate , Cait.

I desire a medieval thread.... now I just need a plot....

*scribbles commence*
 
Stretching a little with a soft groan, he was still feeling the effects of the past few stressful days. He had been lurking around looking for a beautiful girl. Only to find her at her desk scribbling away. On quiet feet he closed the distance. Wrapping his arms around her, chair and all he kissed the top of her head.

"Hello beautiful. Oh, what's this?"

His eyes drifted toward the package.
 
Stretching a little with a soft groan, he was still feeling the effects of the past few stressful days. He had been lurking around looking for a beautiful girl. Only to find her at her desk scribbling away. On quiet feet he closed the distance. Wrapping his arms around her, chair and all he kissed the top of her head.

"Hello beautiful. Oh, what's this?"

His eyes drifted toward the package.

His arms came around her first and then his kiss. She tipped her head back to smile up at him.

"Hey there, Papa Bear. It's a gift from Brit. Now that you're here, shall we open it?"

Her hand reached for the package even before the last words cleared her lips.
 
His arms came around her first and then his kiss. She tipped her head back to smile up at him.

"Hey there, Papa Bear. It's a gift from Brit. Now that you're here, shall we open it?"

Her hand reached for the package even before the last words cleared her lips.

"ooooh. I like prezzies! Open away baby girl."

With a smile he let his chin rest lightly atop her head. Watching her unwrap the package.
 
"ooooh. I like prezzies! Open away baby girl."

With a smile he let his chin rest lightly atop her head. Watching her unwrap the package.

"So do I, as you well know."

She slipped the ribbon off and unable to contain her excitement, she tore the berown wrapper from the box, It littered her desk but she didn't care. Clean up later. Present, first. Opening the lid, her fingertips pushed aside the tissue and she spied two mugs in the shape of a heart that made her smile.

"Brit always leaves the most thoughtful gifts."

She took them out and held them up for him, "Don't you agree, love?"
 
"So do I, as you well know."

She slipped the ribbon off and unable to contain her excitement, she tore the berown wrapper from the box, It littered her desk but she didn't care. Clean up later. Present, first. Opening the lid, her fingertips pushed aside the tissue and she spied two mugs in the shape of a heart that made her smile.

"Brit always leaves the most thoughtful gifts."

She took them out and held them up for him, "Don't you agree, love?"

He enjoyed watching her excitement as she tore into the wrapping. He couldn't help the grin on his lips. As she revealed the mugs his grin shifted turning to a smile. Nodding in agreement.

"I couldn't agree more. Such a sweetheart. "
 
He enjoyed watching her excitement as she tore into the wrapping. He couldn't help the grin on his lips. As she revealed the mugs his grin shifted turning to a smile. Nodding in agreement.

"I couldn't agree more. Such a sweetheart. "

"We'll find something to fill yours with," *grins* "I know you don't do coffee and we need to find something special for Brit to say thank you."
 
She nodded and set the pair of mugs on her desk, reaching up a hand to squeeze his arm.

"That works and the mugs will do well for this winter when we sit in front of the fire."

Gives a smile at her touch and a soft nod.

"Fire, hot coco, and my girl. Did I mention I love winter?"
 
Gives a smile at her touch and a soft nod.

"Fire, hot coco, and my girl. Did I mention I love winter?"

"A time or two, yes and it's a good thing too. I'm depending on you to keep me warm when it gets cold. Unless of course, you can talk me into nothing but a sweater and make love to me in the snow that way," she grinned impishly up at him.
 
"A time or two, yes and it's a good thing too. I'm depending on you to keep me warm when it gets cold. Unless of course, you can talk me into nothing but a sweater and make love to me in the snow that way," she grinned impishly up at him.

Laughing softly he looks down at her with a perked brow.

"What in the world do you mean 'If?'"

Reaching down to give her a loving squeeze.
 
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