Daydream_weaver's Refuge

[Drunken_Angel]

A gentle knock.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Throwing the windows and doors of my cabin open wide to catch the evening breeze I take in a deep breath and let it out...it has been a long day. I shake my hair loose, letting it fall around my bare chest and shoulders, and reach for a sarong, the color of moonlit sky, to tie around my waist.

My bare feet carry me from the alcove and candles spring to life with a wave of my hand. Soft music plays unobtrusively in the background and I settle in the corner of my comfy sofa*


Come in, Angel....come in... *I rise and go to greet her, taking both of her hands in mine and placeing a soft kiss on each cheek*

 

[Drunken_Angel]

I smile and inhale soft scents, a breeze so gentle it flows around my body like silk. This is a good thing. As you open the door you see a fey without a stitch of clothes, looking slightly sheepish. The cause of her nudity isn't some purposeful abandonment of fashion finery, it is much more basic.

My normally alabaster skin is a deep red. Angry and obviously not tolerating anything greater than said breeze across it.

"It is good to see you, Weaver"

 

[dragonrazor]

Can someone please explain to my mother what a legal document means? Because she's obssessed with the idea that, even though papers have been filed by both parents of my niece naming her legal guardian, that DHS from IOWA can undo that (the case is in the ILLINOIS courts).....

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*taking in the angry red of her skin I wince and yet smile in sympathy at the same time*

Oh dear...what have you done, Angel? A bit too long outdoors today?

*I lead her to a soft chair where a cooling breeze will caress and soothe*

 

[Drunken_Angel]

Angel nods, with effort, trying to keep a brave smile "I fell asleep. I was on the roof and before I knew it, it was nearly night. Nobody warned me that this would happen."

She accepts the offered chair, strangely not cringing at sitting. An examination will note that the backside of her body is still white, and there is a sharp line between crimson and alabaster.

She smiles her thanks for the chair.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

I don't know anything about these things, Raven. In my family if a niece or nephew came to live with us, the parents came along as well. It was like growing up in a commune...but not as functional.


*leaning over Angel I whisper softly* ...lemonaid?

 

[dragonrazor]

I don't know anything about these things, Raven. In my family if a niece or nephew came to live with us, the parents came along as well. It was like growing up in a commune...but not as functional.


*leaning over Angel I whisper softly* ...lemonaid?

Heh. T hat would probably drive me nuts. Here's the problem. DHS is trying to bully her into giving them an opening. Legally, they have absolutely no authority. What she NEEDS to do is have her lawyer file an injunction against them. But she seems hell bent on believing that they'll find a way to take Lailani. Something that they can't legally do at all since the court case is in a different state.

 

[Drunken_Angel]

I don't know anything about these things, Raven. In my family if a niece or nephew came to live with us, the parents came along as well. It was like growing up in a commune...but not as functional.


*leaning over Angel I whisper softly* ...lemonaid?

A warm smile, slightly pained. Cheeks red, dimples white. "Yes, please. How was your day?"

 

[dragonrazor]

Okay, I'm proving to be a little out of it (out of it enough to put probing the first time through << >>). I think I should head to bed. DW, please be sure to post tonight. Whichever thread you prefer.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

My day was hot and tiring, sweet Angel...not bad, just tiring. *stopping myself just before patting Angel's shoulder I step over to the kitchen area and take down three tall glasses from the cupboard*

Sounds fishy to me, Raven. But I've never dealt with DHS before.

*There's a clink of ice against glass, the sound of liquid pouring, and I return to the sitting area with a tray of drinks. I hand Angel one then turn to Raven with a quizzical smile* ...thirsty? Alright Raven...I think the librarian appeals to me most...

 

[Drunken_Angel]

I do not realize how thirsty I am till the first drops hit my tongue. I think I inhale the lemonaid rather than drink it, little bits of it dribbling down my chin. It makes a glorious feeling as a bit of it lands on my chest - that is until the acidic properties of the lemons set in. Gingerly I wipe it, catching the liquid with my fingertip.

"Long and tiring.. hot. Yup we must live in the same clime. You're place is so nice to come to, thanks for having me over."

 

[Daydream_weaver]

You are more than welcome here, Angel...

*I watch her for a moment as she drinks thirstily and a quick smile curls my lips. A second passes...a moment...when she turns her attention back to her glass I casually wave my hand toward the tray.

A small silver bowl filled with finely crushed ice appears. Nestled in the bed of ice is a small bottle with a spritzer bulb at the top. I take up the bottle, and kneeling beside her chair, give the bulb a quick squeeze. A fine mist, a mix of cooling water and soothing aloe drifts out and falls lightly on her sun abused skin*

When the sun is cruel to me this always helps...

 

[Drunken_Angel]

You are more than welcome here, Angel...

*I watch her for a moment as she drinks thirstily and a quick smile curls my lips. A second passes...a moment...when she turns her attention back to her glass I casually wave my hand toward the tray.

A small silver bowl filled with finely crushed ice appears. Nestled in the bed of ice is a small bottle with a spritzer bulb at the top. I take up the bottle, and kneeling beside her chair, give the bulb a quick squeeze. A fine mist, a mix of cooling water and soothing aloe drifts out and falls lightly on her sun abused skin*

When the sun is cruel to me this always helps...

I close my eyes as the mist hits skin thirsty for moisture and relief. Each mist sends cool tingles of well being to my brain, easing its torment. "You are a goddess, weaver. Thank you, thank you. I wish I would have known the sun could be this cruel. So unlike the moon, I always sleep in moonlight when I'm out."

I open my eyes expressing pure gratitude.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

Seeing no need to return to the sofa I simply crisscross fold my legs and sit on the plush carpet beside her chair. The small bottle is nestled back in its bed of ice to stay cool until she needs it again and I take up my own glass to sip long and deep of the sweet yet tart liquid.

As much as I love the sun, summer is not my favorite season. I do not do well with heat. Summer nights, however...those I love. Still, I am looking forward to Fall...to the harvest.

 

[Drunken_Angel]

Seeing no need to return to the sofa I simply crisscross fold my legs and sit on the plush carpet beside her chair. The small bottle is nestled back in its bed of ice to stay cool until she needs it again and I take up my own glass to sip long and deep of the sweet yet tart liquid.

As much as I love the sun, summer is not my favorite season. I do not do well with heat. Summer nights, however...those I love. Still, I am looking forward to Fall...to the harvest.

Angel smiles, daring to shift a little, sneaking one of the ice cubes to further soothe her raw skin. "Oh?What is it about the harvest that is so appealing? I like that time of year because of the thinning of the veil. It helps me remember home."

 

[Daydream_weaver]

It's hard to describe. There is an expectancy to the air, a change to the color of the sky, the way the world smells. It makes me feel...ripe and full of good things. *blushes a bit as I try to find the right words*

 

[Drunken_Angel]

It's hard to describe. There is an expectancy to the air, a change to the color of the sky, the way the world smells. It makes me feel...ripe and full of good things. *blushes a bit as I try to find the right words*

"I love your words. They are like colors that paint emotion. I can see clearly what you describe, I feel it as well. Today a massive storm built, almost thunderstorm, as most storms are "almost" thunderstorms in our area. I loved the stillness as clouds seemed to rise from nowhere. It was as if the earth hushed, waiting.

A crow sat on a roof and looked at me, I could tell she felt it too. I don't know how I knew, I just did."

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*nods and draws my knees up to my chest, hugging them in an almost childlike way* My daughter is camping up beyond the lake near Detroit and she texted me a while ago to tell me they are being rained on and that there was thunder and lightening...I was so jealous! I keep looking out the window and smelling the air, hoping it will come this way...but I doubt it will come so far just for me.

 

[Drunken_Angel]

*nods and draws my knees up to my chest, hugging them in an almost childlike way* My daughter is camping up beyond the lake near Detroit and she texted me a while ago to tell me they are being rained on and that there was thunder and lightening...I was so jealous! I keep looking out the window and smelling the air, hoping it will come this way...but I doubt it will come so far just for me.

"Perhaps you could bring one here. I would love to hear you describe it and goddess knows, I could use a cool breeze."

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*laughs softly, considering* I have never thought of that before. I am not sure I could do it justice...but at the worst we would have a good laugh, and that in itself is always a fine thing.

Will you come out on the deck with me? *I stand and offer her my hand, still wondering at my audacity in even contemplating such a thing*

 

[Drunken_Angel]

*laughs softly, considering* I have never thought of that before. I am not sure I could do it justice...but at the worst we would have a good laugh, and that in itself is always a fine thing.

Will you come out on the deck with me? *I stand and offer her my hand, still wondering at my audacity in even contemplating such a thing*

Beaming at her, and more than a little impressed, I accept her hand and follow. Her touch is like mist bouncing off rocks at the bottom of a waterfall. Droplets, so fine, yet carrying still within them the sheer force of the torrent that produced them.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Feeling more than a little excited now I thread my fingers through hers and lead her out the glass doors onto the back decking and settle her onto the most comfortable of the lounge chairs. One that she can lay back and stretch out on and enjoy the evening air on her skin.

I give her a grin and a wink and step down onto the grass, needing to feel the earth beneath my feet, to be connected...my eyes close and I let my mind fill with the coming storm.

...first there is heat...slow and heavy. Liquid heat, like breathing through wet cloth...and the air is full and waiting...expectant...

*I feel the heat, pressing against my body. A slow intimate caress, a lover familiar with every curve...

 

[Drunken_Angel]

*Feeling more than a little excited now I thread my fingers through hers and lead her out the glass doors onto the back decking and settle her onto the most comfortable of the lounge chairs. One that she can lay back and stretch out on and enjoy the evening air on her skin.

I give her a grin and a wink and step down onto the grass, needing to feel the earth beneath my feet, to be connected...my eyes close and I let my mind fill with the coming storm.

...first there is heat...slow and heavy. Liquid heat, like breathing through wet cloth...and the air is full and waiting...expectant...

*I feel the heat, pressing against my body. A slow intimate caress, a lover familiar with every curve...

Weaver's words reach me in a heated embrace, I feel their weight, my chest rises against it, trying to breathe. My skin, once more feels the sun's cruel touch, but it is mitigated by a gentleness underlying the invocation's strength. I relax into a sense of well-being, both from within, and from the refuge itself.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

The sky grows darker...changing from summer blue to a deeper richer shade...light shining through sapphire...and the clouds begin to gather...

*I see them, in my mind's eye, slowly growing on the horizon...building one atop another...rolling together, entwined, intimate. The tension building in me as they grow...low in my belly*

They fill the sky, covering the sun, and yet its heat still penetrates...it calls the moisture...from the earth, from our bodies, to the air, into the clouds

*a bead of sweat trickles down my bare spine as the clouds gather in the sky above my refuge*