The Mansion

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A handful of flowers. A mix a summer measure of daisies, various jewels, and lavender.

She trod on bare feet through the mansion on her way to bed and found them, where only he lay flowers for her and smiled. A stop and a swoop to gather them up, admiring the colors he had chosen. Admiring the flowers themselves.

He hadn't forgotten.

Neither her or the promise of flowers.

The route changed. The path was now the kitchen and a vase of water. A floral arrangement of jeweled tones and hues, all sweet smelling and a feast for the eyes. Footsteps retraced to the study where his gift was left on her desk. A fingertip against glass just briefly.

She missed him. Even with her busy life. Even with the advent of Sir. She missed him and hoped he was doing well. Knowing him as she did, there wasn't any doubt.
 
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Couldn't sleep well last night and should be asleep now. I'm not. Obviously. Make up needs to come off. Maybe a quick shower. Also grateful that I am not in arms reach of Sir for now. But sooner or later, I will be.
 
My blood sugar seems to be stabilizing. Sir and I continue to be happy. Our patience is being tested but it'll be worth it in the long run.

I have two posts to write for today. But some other things need to be seen to before I can sit down to write.

And lastly, I miss him. I know he's good, but I miss him.
 
*sigh*

I miss coffee.

Had to give it up. My body no longer even tolerates coffee. I wish I could say it was the caffeine, but it has more to do with the make-up of coffee itself.

I have had to resort to drinking tea. I have nothing bad to say about tea but I miss my coffee.
 
Quietly, he opened the door, and gazed at the sights before him. So...stately; so pristine; so like what he had known, from ancient time before. But was she, herself?

That's what he had come to find out, regardless of any consequences; be it from she herself, or any in all the worlds.

He stepped forward, with near absolute silence of step, into one of the 'stately' mansion's hallways. And there, he began watching.
 
It was...indeed...her. Had any real change occurred, in the time since? He wouldn't move to seek the answer, until he knew if the intrusion was welcomed; and he would, soon enough, for she never didn't know, about such things. Her Mansion: so similar, in its way, to another Castle, from long ago, where mere...appearance...within a glade could stir her instincts to distraction, and primal knowing.

Unseen, his presence moved just beyond sight.
 
A Wolf in boi's clothing leaves the scent of sandalwood and adoration behind for a Lady to find.
 
Why should any day be different? Today, even if it was Saturday, was off and running yet again. So much to do. Thoughts pouring over each other like a cascading waterfall. Feeling guilty that posts still need to be done. Gearing up for another school year and feeling glum that the numbers on the scale aren't moving much. Solution to that one is easy. More workout and cut current intake. Now if I can only get a handle on the rest of it.... without trying to put myself into a diabetic coma. I really need to speak with my doctor about that. At least, I know I must be doing something right if my blood sugar keeps falling more times than not. Maybe a lower dosage of meds is in order? One can hope.
 
A Wolf in boi's clothing leaves the scent of sandalwood and adoration behind for a Lady to find.

*sniff sniff*

Luna?

Of course the boi wasn't here. She drifted in and out as much as Ice did. That thought made her grin. At least they drifted in. Still, she cared about both, tremendously. A soft sigh left her lips. One of these days, she was going to catch up with them. One of these days....
 
There may come times in our lives when we are brought to our knees in hurt and pain, to the point where we just want to die. I had such a moment yesterday. I thank the Divine and Sir for being my rock. For holding me upright. Such moments are fairly rare, thank heavens. The sun will rise. A new day will begin. I will move onward. I have a life to continue living.

I thank the Divine for my continued existence. :rose:

I thank Sir for giving me a reason to smile. :heart:

And on a final note.....


The only times I should ever be on my knees is in supplication.... to either of them.

:D
 
Soooo.

School has started back up for the girl. The boy starts back tomorrow, but he insists he'll take the bus so he can sleep in a little longer. Uh-huh. We'll see how long that lasts. I'm betting on one day. This is the last year that I will be driving the girl, next year, her senior year, she wants to spend down south at her dad's before she comes back up here to start junior college. We'll see how that goes. So, after this school year, my obligation is done. Which means, I can move on with my life, which may include a move. We'll see how that turns out. There's still a lot of time between now and then. I just know I need to be there for the girl's graduation next year. How fast they grow. Damn.
 
Okay. So. One of the kidlets ended up with this hateful teacher. No, she's more than hateful, she's a bully and has this preconceived notion of the kidlet from last year which has carried over into this school year. Right off the bat she's calling him a liar, calling him out for sharpening his pencil and for tying his shoe (because he deliberately untied it WTF?) All last year, his mom was either on the phone with principal or calling the woman. It didn't yield anything. The principal and this teacher are good friends and all the principal does is defend her friend. Apparently more than one family has had a problem with this teacher. So when the kidlet got this teacher this year for Math and Homeroom and the crap started right off, his mom said enough. We're not doing this crap again this year. She transferred him to another school and we got him settled in today. I hope this all works out much better for the kidlet. He really is a good kid. He needs reminding now and then to work. I sincerely hope the teachers at this new school are into praising and positivity rather than taking a negative approach. Time will tell.

On another note, I lost my internet the other night because my router/modem finally died. It took me the rest of the night to get the new one up and running but it's all good now. It's been a hectic, busy, mind boggling week and I am so looking forward to the weekend. Yay.
 
Ahhhh, Saturday. How I adore you. I slept in a couple of hours and have been lazily wasting away my morning hours. So sweet but now I need to hit the treadmill and shower. *deep sigh* Some things never change. I should make some time to write today too. *nodnodnod*
 
For Sir
~The lyrics work both ways.~

I Do

~Paul Brandt


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I've seen the storm clouds in your past
But rest assured 'cause you are safe
At home at last
I rescued you, you rescued me
And we're right where we should be
When we're together

I know the questions in your mind
But go ahead and ask me one more time
You'll find the answer's still the same
It won't change from day to day
For worse or better

Chorus:
Will I promise to be your best friend
And am I here until the end
Can I be sure I have been waiting for you
And did I say my love is true
Baby I will, I am, I can, I have, I do

I know the time will disappear
But this love we're building on will always be here
No way that this is sinking sand
On this solid rock we'll stand forever

(chorus)

Baby I will, I am, I can, I have
Oh, I will, I am, I can, I have
Baby I will, I am, I can, I have, I do​
 
The air is cooler. The sun is shining. Life. Is. Good. The bed is made in record time. Clothes are donned for exercising and away I go. Hopefully the rest of the day will prove out to be just as nice. No drama. Just.. calm.
 
My soft footfalls are soundless on the wooden floor of my home. Why am I awake this late at night? A soft sigh. Fingers glide through short, red, soft hair. My feet carry me to the kitchen where I move to turn on an under counter light, creating a soft glow in the spacious kitchen. A coffee cup is fetched down, hot soothing tea is made. Perhaps the tea will help. There are things on my agenda in the morning to accomplish.

Oddly, I never thought life would take the turn it has. This place has been my refuge for a couple of years now. It is not a place I will ever truly abandon, no matter where my life turns. Memories float through my mind even as the silence, the calm, of my home does. One story is in my files that requires my attention. As tempted as I am to open it and write, I know it is not a wise thing to do. Sighing softly over my tea, I turn off the light and pad back toward my bedroom.

I am careful not to wake Dryfter as I slip back into bed and cradle my mug of tea. As always, in his presence, I can feel my body relax. He sleeps. Hopefully, this tea will work its magic soon and I will curl up against Him and return to sleep myself.
 
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