Daydream_weaver's Refuge

[Daydream_weaver]

*grinning to myself I move to the kitchen and set about making a mint chocolate chip milkshake, thick and creamy, cold and sweet.

I carry it over and set it on the table at the end of the sofa before curling up on a pile of cushions on the floor*

 

[dragonrazor]

*one dragony hand slides out, taking the milkshake, and pulls it back inside the couch, where much sipping is heard*

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*With a chuckle I take up my thick, black bound book and pen and open it to a marked page and stare at the words written there for a moment. Time is running out for this project and it needs finishing, but my mind refuses to focus on it, the characters refuse to speak to me. I sigh and tap the end of my pen against my chin, give a shrug and a glance toward the 'empty' sofa...whispering* ...why are you hiding?

 

[dragonrazor]

*With a chuckle I take up my thick, black bound book and pen and open it to a marked page and stare at the words written there for a moment. Time is running out for this project and it needs finishing, but my mind refuses to focus on it, the characters refuse to speak to me. I sigh and tap the end of my pen against my chin, give a shrug and a glance toward the 'empty' sofa...whispering* ...why are you hiding?

Because my little brother is in serious need of a reality check, and I don't want to be witness to his idiocy anymore. *hand slides back out with the glass*

 

[Daydream_weaver]

ah...yes, family can be a bane at the best of times. *waves the glass back to the kitchen where it is cleaned and put away neatly*

The sofa is yours as long as you need it...

 

[dragonrazor]

ah...yes, family can be a bane at the best of times. *waves the glass back to the kitchen where it is cleaned and put away neatly*

The sofa is yours as long as you need it...

I also don't want to have to incinerate him. Or worse. *nods, curling up in dragony form while awaiting posts and the unoccupation of his bed*

 

[Daydream_weaver]

I used to be positive that I had been switched at birth and given to the wrong family. Or maybe I just hoped...My eldest sister lives just around the corner from me and I only see her if our mother has one of her 'family' gatherings. We really dislike each other, but pretend for her sake.

*feels the beginnings of a headache and considers pre-emptive measures*

I really don't understand why a four year old needs her own room more than a grown man, though...

 

[dragonrazor]

I used to be positive that I had been switched at birth and given to the wrong family. Or maybe I just hoped...My eldest sister lives just around the corner from me and I only see her if our mother has one of her 'family' gatherings. We really dislike each other, but pretend for her sake.

*feels the beginnings of a headache and considers pre-emptive measures*

I really don't understand why a four year old needs her own room more than a grown man, though...

2....she's two. and yes, I know. Anyways, I'm going to head to bed. I need sleep.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

Two...even worse, I thought I saw four...babies can sleep anywhere, though. *shakes my head*

Try to sleep well, Raven...

 

[dragonrazor]

Random Dragon Fact of the day:

SEGA Smash Pack, a game first seen on the Dreamcast, is a bit unusual in the fact that Volume 1 for the Dreamcast is actually the FOURTH Volume of the Smash Pack set. The PC version, Volume 1 and 2, actually contains all four volumes of the set, but is marketed as Volume 1 and 2. Volume 1 for the DC is only MARKETED as Volume 1. There were supposed to be three other volumes released before it, but Sonic Team seems to have wanted to release it first in the US because of the specific games on it.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*grins and takes the factoid over to store in my Raven file*

Now...we need...light!

*a clap of my hands and sparkling fairy lights spring to life all around the ceiling, floating and changing colors and dancing to some unheard tune*

Better...very nice...

 

[Drunken_Angel]

A quiet knock, all white lace and heels. Eyes with a subtle emerald glow.

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[Daydream_weaver]

*swings open the door with a wide smile and waves my guest inside*

Come in, come in, pretty Angel...

 

[Drunken_Angel]

*swings open the door with a wide smile and waves my guest inside*

Come in, come in, pretty Angel...

All smiles and waves. Angel comes in, offers a warm hug and a kiss on each cheek.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*scoops Angel up and whirls round and round with her until we are both dizzy, finally dropping down onto a pile of cushions on the sitting area floor with a giggle*

 

[Drunken_Angel]

*scoops Angel up and whirls round and round with her until we are both dizzy, finally dropping down onto a pile of cushions on the sitting area floor with a giggle*

Angel laughs and laughs, mirth bubbling out of her in an unceasing font of pure joy. "I love it here with you, you make such a beautiful, peaceful, magical refuge."

 

[Daydream_weaver]

I like having you here. You bring a certain, well...touch of the fey, with you. I enjoy your energy.

*reaches out to brush a strand of hair behind Angel's ear*

I hope you come back often...

 

[Drunken_Angel]

I like having you here. You bring a certain, well...touch of the fey, with you. I enjoy your energy.

*reaches out to brush a strand of hair behind Angel's ear*

I hope you come back often...

Angel's laughter quiets. It doesn't dissipate, the joy of it lingers in the air, floats around her in a soft glow, but its sound quiets at the touch. Angel is all breath now, all eyes meeting eyes, faerie and soft.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*With a warm smile I turn onto my stomach, pulling a cushion into my arms and tucking it inder my chest to prop me up a bit. My knees bend and my feet swing back and forth in the air above my backside*

So tell me all about your day...your weekend...it feels like it's been forever since I've seen you.

 

[Drunken_Angel]

*With a warm smile I turn onto my stomach, pulling a cushion into my arms and tucking it inder my chest to prop me up a bit. My knees bend and my feet swing back and forth in the air above my backside*

So tell me all about your day...your weekend...it feels like it's been forever since I've seen you.

Angel lays upon her side, eyes staying connected though roaming softly over the contours of your face. Her voice is soft and connected. "I will tell you something I havent shared with anyone, not even Aus or Vail. I've been feeling.... odd. Like... i'm fluctuating. You've seen some of this.. with the shadow.. but it goes beyond.... I'm liking the sun.... the warmth... I'm finding that my muse... the green one is not the only influence.

I'm not so sure how I feel about that."

 

[Daydream_weaver]

It sounds like you may be growing...evolving *hugging the pillow in my arms I rest my chin on it, my eyes dreamy yet focused, watching her*

What else is beginning to influence you?

 

[Drunken_Angel]

It sounds like you may be growing...evolving *hugging the pillow in my arms I rest my chin on it, my eyes dreamy yet focused, watching her*

What else is beginning to influence you?

Honest words, "I'm not sure."

"Part of it may be that the primal has begun to integrate, that thinking of myself in those terms has made me look at the outer as transitory.. undermined its solidity in my psyche. Maybe I'm just letting myself unfocus for a bit, becoming mist. Does that make sense at all?"

 

[Daydream_weaver]

I think so...it doesn't sound like you are as afraid of the primal in you, as you seemed to be before. Maybe in letting yourself blur and become mist the parts you've been holding seperate are beginning to blend, integrate as you say, to become a more solid whole.

*sitting up quickly I lean toward her a curious gleam to my eyes* I have been thinking along those lines myself. Ever since our long talk last week or so. Integrating and blending...becoming whole, while still maintaining a seperateness. If such a thing can be possible.

 

[Drunken_Angel]

I think so...it doesn't sound like you are as afraid of the primal in you, as you seemed to be before. Maybe in letting yourself blur and become mist the parts you've been holding seperate are beginning to blend, integrate as you say, to become a more solid whole.

*sitting up quickly I lean toward her a curious gleam to my eyes* I have been thinking along those lines myself. Ever since our long talk last week or so. Integrating and blending...becoming whole, while still maintaining a seperateness. If such a thing can be possible.

I also sit up, moving cross legged, letting the shoes slide off toes that would prefer freedom in this conversation. I move to take one of her curls in my hand and slowly run my fingers down it. I hope this is okay.

"Please, tell me your thoughts on this."

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Mirroring her crosslegged position I scoot closer until our knees touch, the conversation seeming to call for a closeness, a softening of voice, a certain intimacy*

Something was said to me that struck me at the time, it stung. But as I thought about it the truth of the words came through.

My primal isn't a seperate part of me, some alien thing inhabiting my body. She is just another aspect of who I am, who I could be if I let myself. Embracing her doesn't mean that I would lose who I am now, this part of me that I enjoy being the most. I just means that I am one of those who are blessed to be able to enjoy more than just one level of the pleasure spectrum.

Once I started thinking about it, and really listening to myself the more I realized my primal isn't even that scary. She's not that violent, she's not cruel, she's not even that selfish. She's just a part of me that every now and then craves a bit more intensity, to be a bit more playful, a bit rougher.

I think that repressing that part of me is what made it harder for me to control it when it did start to manifest. I want to embrace her, let her out to play now and then. I am even finding that a lot of the things I like aren't that different than what she likes...just different levels. I still like calling her "Her" but it's with more fondness than distrust now. I still want her to be a bit seperate, an individual inside the whole...if that makes any sense.

*realizing how I've babbled I feel my cheeks grow warm and know they are probably a glowing shade of red*