The Mansion

[LoganDarkHolme]

It was snowing? She peered out and sure enough, small white flakes were falling. The sight made her smile. She loved snow. Closing the door in his wake, she turned and stared.

"Oh hell no. Off you go. Now shoo."

She gave his rump a shove off the couch.

"You can curl up over there, by the fire if you like but you're wet. Go dry off."

She glanced at the wet spot his fur left on her couch and retrieved her laptop and curled herself into one of her comfy chairs this time.

"What brings you out this time of night, wolf?"

*chuckles and hops off the couch*

im a creature of the night, i enjoy the moon, the calm, the usual*

he grinned to her as the heat dried him off

how you doing.......i still cant believe you set my pants on fire lol,

 

[DarkWarrioress]

*chuckles and hops off the couch*

im a creature of the night, i enjoy the moon, the calm, the usual*

he grinned to her as the heat dried him off

how you doing.......i still cant believe you set my pants on fire lol,

Her head tipped back as her laughter filled the great room. Her eyes sparkled with mischief.

"Ah, Logan. You really need to learn to expect the unexpected with me. I hate to greet and run but I have things requiring my attention early in the morning. You are more than welcome to bed down here, next to the fire for the night if you wish. You can see yourself out in the morning or whenever if you wish. All you have to do is will the door to open/close and it will do your bidding unless I wish it otherwise.

Dream well, wolf. When you do."

She took her laptop and rose from the chair, pausing beside his lounging form and leaned over to press a light kiss between his ears before she vanished further into the interior of her house. There was the sound of a door opening and softly closing into a part of the house he hadn't been invited to.

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

Her head tipped back as her laughter filled the great room. Her eyes sparkled with mischief.

"Ah, Logan. You really need to learn to expect the unexpected with me. I hate to greet and run but I have things requiring my attention early in the morning. You are more than welcome to bed down here, next to the fire for the night if you wish. You can see yourself out in the morning or whenever if you wish. All you have to do is will the door to open/close and it will do your bidding unless I wish it otherwise.

Dream well, wolf. When you do."

She took her laptop and rose from the chair, pausing beside his lounging form and leaned over to press a light kiss between his ears before she vanished further into the interior of her house. There was the sound of a door opening and softly closing into a part of the house he hadn't been invited to.

*he grinned and nodded to her*

thank you for the hospitility

*he watched her ass sway as she left he chuckles and hunkered down staring at the fire*

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She wasn't sure why she had come wide awake around 3am and found herself unable to sleep again. Just one of those days, she imagined. The alarm was turned off when it started blaring. She rose and dressed warmly knowing she had to be out and about for most of her morning. Her late afternoon was going to busy as well. The day was going to try her patience, what little of it there was.

She'd manage. Somehow. Just plow through her day with an iron will.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Wolfling comes wandering on her way from where ever to where ever. She had been remiss lately in showing her enduring affection for the Lady and that was never a good thing. And so, a single blood red rose was plucked, de-thorned and carried to the Lady's home. In the Wolfling's other hand was a flat white box containing a gift. The Lady had always appreciated pretty things...and the Wolfling KNEW that she would appreciate this.

The door is knocked upon and eventually opened by a fairly sleepy looking maid.

"Please give this to the Lady."

Once more, the Wolfling...retreats.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Wolfling comes wandering on her way from where ever to where ever. She had been remiss lately in showing her enduring affection for the Lady and that was never a good thing. And so, a single blood red rose was plucked, de-thorned and carried to the Lady's home. In the Wolfling's other hand was a flat white box containing a gift. The Lady had always appreciated pretty things...and the Wolfling KNEW that she would appreciate this.

The door is knocked upon and eventually opened by a fairly sleepy looking maid.

"Please give this to the Lady."

Once more, the Wolfling...retreats.

Exhausted. Has run on a quarter tank all day and hasn't killed anyone. Amazing. I'd pat myself on the back if I could.

In my study, on my desk lies a thornless rose and flat oblong box. Now I am curious. Drawing the box to my lap, I open it and a smile accompanied with a happy feeling come to me, replacing all signs of weariness.

My fingertips drift over the knife. Lovely. Lovely thing. Beyond any question, it is from the Wolfling. The lady is generous, thoughtful and caring. I shall always think of her when I have it out. I unsheath the knife, palming it. It fits my hand like a glove.

An imp of mischief comes to mind... to use this blade on a certain male wolf if he gets too cocky. Soft laughter emits. Floats. I return the knife to the safety of its sheath. It is a thought. Not one I am likely to indulge myself in. Maybe. Depending. And just because there is an imp of mischief residing, my fingers retrieve the rose and tuck the stem between my lips, gently biting down on it. All because I can and because the Wolfling left no thorns. I remove it a moment later and make a brief salute to the ether, still grinning. She really is quite enjoyable. Getting to my feet, I twirl it between my fingers before depositing it in the vase on my desk.

Food. Then a shower and if I can summon the energy, finish the post for Dryfter before I retire for the evening.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She slept like a rock.

Do rocks sleep?

With a yawn, a hand raked through a cloud of dark red hair, her feet found the floor as she drew on a robe and negotiated a path from bed to kitchen to pour a cup of coffee. Leaning against the counter she sipped the much needed caffeine.

She wasn't needed to chauffeur today, other than her usual. So, that meant things around the house to catch up with and writing to do. Dryfter and TKM were keeping her on her toes, she thought with a grin.

Decorating. Yep. That needed to get done too. And shopping.

That last thought made her grumble as she pondered if she could do it all online this year.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Home again.

The air shimmers as she reappear in her bedroom, safe behind the door. Well, safe from everyone, except Ice. A smile quirks her lips. He always has access to her bedroom unless it is already occupied by another. However, for the time being, life beyond this realm has claimed him and there was no telling when she would see him again. Nothing she isn't use to where he is concerned. He goes his way and she goes hers.

She padded into her closet and drew out her robe, donning and tying it. Fuzzy socks were found and put on her feet. She was caught up with her writing. It was time for some food and some hot chocolate, maybe a fire and some music or maybe an early bed time. Tomorrow would be another busy day.

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

*stretchs out and throws another log on the fire shaking out my fur*

 

[Light Ice]

Kitchen door, through the gardens. The house is old and warm and has good bones. It isn't hard to cut his way through. There's no mind paid to the movement from the hall. A maid skitters by in a flicker of stockings and black velvet; a girlish smile. There's other business tonight. His mind a wandering thing. It's crossed a thousand dusty roads and returned. There is nothing more dangerous to a man than to be left with his own thoughts. He guarded himself against it with pure productivity. It coaxed him onward. Stretched him 'fore. And eventually, ascending the twisting staircase, found himself at the door.

A wall of hardwood. A knob of brass and iron patterned with intricate scrollwork. It felt like something out of the early nineteens. Familiar and strange.

Inside, he shed his clothes across the floor. There were times he made mess of her space simply because he could. Others, like now, when he'd simply no means to do otherwise. The sheets lifted and billowed, revealed slices of soft skin beneath and he was steady to it. Sliding, moving across the sheets, until his arms curled around a lissome little waist and pulled her against him. He breathed her in. Drank her up.

Glad to do so.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Kitchen door, through the gardens. The house is old and warm and has good bones. It isn't hard to cut his way through. There's no mind paid to the movement from the hall. A maid skitters by in a flicker of stockings and black velvet; a girlish smile. There's other business tonight. His mind a wandering thing. It's crossed a thousand dusty roads and returned. There is nothing more dangerous to a man than to be left with his own thoughts. He guarded himself against it with pure productivity. It coaxed him onward. Stretched him 'fore. And eventually, ascending the twisting staircase, found himself at the door.

A wall of hardwood. A knob of brass and iron patterned with intricate scrollwork. It felt like something out of the early nineteens. Familiar and strange.

Inside, he shed his clothes across the floor. There were times he made mess of her space simply because he could. Others, like now, when he'd simply no means to do otherwise. The sheets lifted and billowed, revealed slices of soft skin beneath and he was steady to it. Sliding, moving across the sheets, until his arms curled around a lissome little waist and pulled her against him. He breathed her in. Drank her up.

Glad to do so.

The sheets lifted. A chill touched her backside but was soon covered by his welcomed warmth. She snuggled back into him, hardly waking at all.

Sleep wove around them both.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Morning arrived earlier than usual for her eyes. 4am. She shook her head and sipped from her coffee cup as she sat at her desk. A post for Dryfter was already in the making from last night. Then there was one for Fr33k to do. More than likely a couple of more. She was also contemplating one for the sassy wolfie, but she had yet to make the idea into something concrete and approach him about it. There was background to read for Glad. Perhaps a conversation with him was in order. A thread started and then find time to read. Hit the pavement pulling up her pants as it were.

Decorating of the mansion needed to be done. She also had another idea. One she had to contemplate and implement yet. Maybe she'd find time to do so today.

All in all she was content. She just wished that away from this place, in the world beyond that always beckoned and lured her away, that things were just that simple and uncomplicated. The reality was, it wasn't. Her heart was troubled but she had to believe all would be right in the end. What was suppose to be, would be. She just hoped and prayed that the results were something she could live with when all was said and done.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

A husky alto rings out from the ether~a low giggle followed by words.

"Completely unfair, Lady!!!"

 

[DarkWarrioress]

A husky alto rings out from the ether~a low giggle followed by words.

"Completely unfair, Lady!!!"

I return to this world and find the Wolfling's voice lingering in the air. She makes me laugh in delight and mischief. Yes, it might seem unfair and the mischief it stirred delighted me. The gifts were already selected and there were no hints given on purpose. As in the world beyond, she was just going to have to wait until the 21st. Yule.

Now.. to get on with my other surprise for an adored one.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Home again. Finally. For the night. I sink into the couch and just sit, letting the day's stresses drain away, as much as I can. I toe off my tennis shoes and run a hand over my face. Gods, it's been a long day. I've been up since 4am and there is dinner still to make.

The outside of the mansion looks great. The lines of the house are done in twinkling lights. On the roof, Santa stands not far from the chimney, waving to all and sundry who spot him. Behind him is his sleigh and his reindeer. Rudolph, of course, is leading the pack. Lighted trees dot the yard. A teeter totter with elves on it take up residence in one spot. A few lighted deer and a fawn take up another. A jolly snowman who tips his hat stands not far from the door to greet visitors. On the front door hangs a great wreath.

The interior isn't done yet. I'll get to that slowly within the week. I have writing owed that I couldn't get to earlier and I'm not sure how much I will get done tonight as tired and worn out as I am, but we shall see. Mirela is whispering in my ear as is Elana and Rayne. I shall see what I can do. For now, a cup of decaf green tea and to put my feet up for a bit. Listen to some music and relax if I can.

I call for one of the maid and leave instructions that I am not to be disturbed by any. They are to be turned away from the mansion tonight. I do not wish visitors. There is only one who comes and goes in this mansion as it pleases him. He is a ghost these days. They know. The soft click of heels echoes and grows faint. My head tips back against the couch. My eyes close as I will my body to relax. A button on a remote is pressed. Music softly fills the air.

 

[Light Ice]

And she's kissed. From above, bent over the couch, towering over her like a shadow. It's over the back of that little sofa, into the place beside her, where rugged arms circle a lissome waist and she is left otherwise as she is. Embraced. Held.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

And she's kissed. From above, bent over the couch, towering over her like a shadow. It's over the back of that little sofa, into the place beside her, where rugged arms circle a lissome waist and she is left otherwise as she is. Embraced. Held.

Her head finds his shoulder. Her eyes do not open. No words are spoken for if she speaks, she will break. She is held together by the most fragile of wills or so it seems for the time being. Arms slip around his waist, giving a quick squeeze. His strength seeps into her. A slight turn of her head, lips that linger on his shoulder a moment. Acknowledgement. Unspoken words. A quiet haven.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Another long day. She sits, on a hill, betwixt the Barn and the Mansion. Huddled in a coat, a mug of herbal tea cradled in her hands, a scarf about her neck as she stares out to sea, enjoying the view of the water below and the stars above.

 

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[DarkWarrioress]

It's Saturday and yet, I'm up and about as usual. There's something to be said for a body's internal clock and routine and it's not nice. There are things to do today, places to be and people to meet. Hopefully, my patience will endure. For now, it's coffee and to see if my muse wishes to indulge me. If not now, she will later.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Yesterday was frantic and tried my patience to no end. People en masse drive me insane, to the point of wanting to kill something. I tend to avoid in town on weekends after Thanksgiving. It only gets exponentially worse from there and if anyone, who knows me, sees me in town the weekend before Christmas, should probably call an ambulance because I'm either going to leave a wake of bodies or I have lost my freaking mind!

In any case, that day is done and my pocketbook is lighter, I still have an uncompleted shopping list and a sore back. The latter will ease when I go outside to work today. I need to take advantage of the sunshine while I can. Maybe I'll run into town later to get my only fish some companions. Maybe. I'm revolting at the idea. I rather shop during the week. This morning is for coffee and stretching out my back while I contemplate what to do with my brother's room once he leaves after Christmas. I'm still not happy with his decision. Nothing against his girl. There, I am more than happy for them, but I am not happy about the way he is setting about this. Love really does make us blind to certain things, doesn't it? Like logic.But, it's his life. He has to chance it and while I will miss him horribly, it's about time he has a dream to chase. No one deserves it more. It's all so bittersweet for me. It's the knowing that I will probably never see his face again in my lifetime that is killing me. I say nothing. I would not darken this (beyond my displeasure of the way he has chosen to chase his dream) for him more. He and I are all that is left. I will miss him horribly but I take solace in the fact he is happy. That's all that really matters. I have fulfilled my mother's dying wish. It's time to let him fly.

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

This morning is for coffee and stretching out my back while I contemplate what to do with my brother's room once he leaves after Christmas. I'm still not happy with his decision. Nothing against his girl. There, I am more than happy for them, but I am not happy about the way he is setting about this. Love really does make us blind to certain things, doesn't it? Like logic.But, it's his life. He has to chance it and while I will miss him horribly, it's about time he has a dream to chase. No one deserves it more. It's all so bittersweet for me. It's the knowing that I will probably never see his face again in my lifetime that is killing me. I say nothing. I would not darken this (beyond my displeasure of the way he has chosen to chase his dream) for him more. He and I are all that is left. I will miss him horribly but I take solace in the fact he is happy. That's all that really matters. I have fulfilled my mother's dying wish. It's time to let him fly.

*padding in from the shadows he moves to her, sensing her discomfort, her frustration, shaking out his fur he moves to her, resting his muzzle in her lap, eyes rolled up to look at her as he nuzzles gently into her leg, here for a while yet before the real world steals him away as his work season begins with todays storm*

 

[DarkWarrioress]

*padding in from the shadows he moves to her, sensing her discomfort, her frustration, shaking out his fur he moves to her, resting his muzzle in her lap, eyes rolled up to look at her as he nuzzles gently into her leg, here for a while yet before the real world steals him away as his work season begins with todays storm*

He comes unannounced but with good intentions. Her fingers find an ear, gently scritching behind it. Green eyes find his. A gentle smile.

"You. Be careful out there. I have a friend who had to medically retire because some fool rammed the back of his snow plow."