The Mansion

[DarkWarrioress]

Many have come and gone from my mansion. It is what it is. Times have changed since she first moved here. Plenty of good times, almost as much drama and some sad times as well. Still, even from her time away, she returned time and time again. This was home away from home. She nibbled on her lower lip as she looked back over her notebook and wondered if she'd ever finish her jungle/drug story or would she simply leave it to die in the dust bin.

She frowned. She hadn't seen evidence of ICE in a long time and wondered if he was doing ok and where the hell was he? He could be such an asshole, but he was a sexy asshole. Ah well. Life happens and now, she needed to rest. Maybe a new idea for a story would come to her. One hadn't in a long time.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Sitting at her desk with her ever present cup of coffee, she adjusted her glasses and reread a few messages and nodded.

"It happens. So, for now, until the RL lets up on them (and perhaps this is not the right word to use but it comes to mind) I shall put two of my/our threads into stasis. If my co-writers come back and want to continue, I'll be here otherwise, I shall move on."

So with a quick flick of her hand, she changed her Lit signature to three active threads.

"You have to do what you have to do. Heaven knows, I've been in the same position."

She talked to herself a lot AND she knew who replied so she was still pretty sure she was sane. A quick click or two of her mouse and she was off to write..... hopefully.

 

[dryfter]

*slowly sneaks up to silently refill DW's coffee*

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She muttered over her keyboard about cats, absentmindedly reaching for her coffee cup and found it to be heated and full. She softly grinned.

"Thank you, darlin', she whispered.

Though he was nowhere to be seen, she knew it was her other half.

 

[Light Ice]

A great fall of flowers spills along the stairs. Blooms of a myriad color, texture, and all holding a harmonious sweetness to scent. Along with, left there, is a note with narrow, neat handwriting.

"Life is good. Loved and happy. Be both bad and good."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

A great fall of flowers spills along the stairs. Blooms of a myriad color, texture, and all holding a harmonious sweetness to scent. Along with, left there, is a note with narrow, neat handwriting.

"Life is good. Loved and happy. Be both bad and good."

She started downstairs and stopped short. There, along the stairs were flowers. Scents, array of colors and textures. She gathered them up as she came downstairs, heading toward the kitchen. Setting them on the island, she fetched a vase and filled it with water.... and smiled. He hadn't forgotten. It made her happy to know he was happy, loved and that life was good. As it should be. Arranging the flowers in the vase, she carried them to the Great Room and set them on the coffee table. She just never knew when he was going to show up. He never stayed. He came, left her flowers and left. That was Ice.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Two of her favorite men have snuck in leaving behind their thoughtfulness. She had to grin. Of course, if Ice heard her calling him thoughtful, she wasn't sure how he would take it. In days long gone by, he would have grumbled about it. Now, she wasn't so sure. He was happy and loved. She couldn't have wished for anything better for him. JH kept her on her toes. Fetching a cup of hot coffee from the kitchen, she moved through her home and into her workspace. Sitting down at her computer, she began to write her next post and waited for Sara to take over.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She sat back in her chair with a soft sigh. Done. She felt accomplished. She had two new co-writers, two new stories to tackle.

Leaving It All Behind with Ryanmo97
The Wheels of Fortune with Tio_Narratore

And of course, Shunned with Logan Darkholme

 

[DarkWarrioress]

So, Ryan and I couldn't see eye to eye about our tale, so we dropped it.

My tale with Logan: Shunned. Seems to be on hold since the cat isn't talking. LOL.

Revising my additional tales with two newer ones:

The Demons of Ashcroft Manor with cnuveau

A Dragon's Desire with Finadien

 

[HornyIsh69]

Ah, adieu. But I'd love to see your additional tales revised as well your two newest ones for sure, DW.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Ah, adieu. But I'd love to see your additional tales revised as well your two newest ones for sure, DW.

Thank you, Ish. Are you having any luck?

 

[HornyIsh69]

Thank you, Ish. Are you having any luck?

Ah, not exactly. But I ain't giving up. My two stories from November are on indefinite standby lol. But I write ideas in my Personal Tale Crafting Thread

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

Ah, adieu. But I'd love to see your additional tales revised as well your two newest ones for sure, DW.

*the heavy thud of boots, and the near silent swish of leather echos around the mansion as a figure emerges from the darkest shadow'd corner of DW's home, the trenchcoat settling around him as his footsteps fall silent he archs a brow, a half smirk on his lips as he winks to DW then looks at Ish*

Well, doesnt take you long does it? Does DW know about the GPS tracker you pinned her jacket so you can always find her?

*he cocked an eyebrow at the man*

 

[HornyIsh69]

*the heavy thud of boots, and the near silent swish of leather echos around the mansion as a figure emerges from the darkest shadow'd corner of DW's home, the trenchcoat settling around him as his footsteps fall silent he archs a brow, a half smirk on his lips as he winks to DW then looks at Ish*

Well, doesnt take you long does it? Does DW know about the GPS tracker you pinned her jacket so you can always find her?

*he cocked an eyebrow at the man*

"Speaking of the devil and he's returned." *Ish smirks and began to make his exit.* "Just came here since she has the best top shelf drinks and love hearing her tales. Like an old friend would." *He makes his exit to head over to wherever the wind takes him*

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

"Speaking of the devil and he's returned." *Ish smirks and began to make his exit.* "Just came here since she has the best top shelf drinks and love hearing her tales. Like an old friend would." *He makes his exit to head over to wherever the wind takes him*

*glowing amber eyes just watch, a smirk playing at his lips,*

 

[HornyIsh69]

*glowing amber eyes just watch, a smirk playing at his lips,*

*Ish noticed those glowing amber eyes watching. He had headed over to his own newest property he has acquired although it would need a tonna renovation before he could get it off the ground.*

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She entered the room in time to hear something about a tracker.

"Tracker?! Who's wearing a tracker? "

She looked from the Wolf to Ish with an arched brow.

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

She entered the room in time to hear something about a tracker.

"Tracker?! Who's wearing a tracker? "

She looked from the Wolf to Ish with an arched brow.

*He just gave her a wink the corner of his lip tipped up into a grin as he made his way to the bar searching through her stock and grabbing a bottle of bourbon*

 

[HornyIsh69]

*Ish returns to the mansion in his truck from his new refounded establishment. This time, he came to visit those who are there. Be it DW or the Wolf or someone new coming in*

 

[DarkWarrioress]

*He just gave her a wink the corner of his lip tipped up into a grin as he made his way to the bar searching through her stock and grabbing a bottle of bourbon*

*just shakes her head and mutters* You just can't resist, can you?

*Ish returns to the mansion in his truck from his new refounded establishment. This time, he came to visit those who are there. Be it DW or the Wolf or someone new coming in*

I've got work to do before I can sit down and write. I owe responses. So, if you'll excuse me...

*Gives Ish a vague wave as she heads for her study and shuts the door*
*pops her head back out the door to growl*

And don't drink up all my bourbon, Wolf.

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

*just shakes her head and mutters* You just can't resist, can you?

I've got work to do before I can sit down and write. I owe responses. So, if you'll excuse me...

*pops her head back out the door to growl*

And don't drink up all my bourbon, Wolf.

*he laughs* resist what? all i was saying, is i think Ish stuck a tracker on you darlin, seems to always find you with a little too much accuracy *his grin turns wolfish as he raises the bottle in salute* i wouldnt dream of it, i like my fur right where it is

 

[DarkWarrioress]

" Damn Wolf... he knows exactly what I mean. He just resist poking. Period, " she muttered and sat down at her desk with a wince. Having been busy these last few days, she couldn't get to her desk to write, but now, she found some time but it might take another two days to catch up. And coffee. Lots of coffee.

 

[HornyIsh69]

*Ish wakes up, on the couch in his room he slept in here. Even though he has his own place, he doesn't really hang over there. But pays his bills for that place while hanging out at DW's mansion. He yawns and heads over to the main living room to see who was around.*

 

[Light Ice]

A cascade of flowers along the stairs, spring colors. Wishful thinking, certainly, but c'est la vie. There's no note this time. There doesn't have to be. Anything so optimistic as spring flowers could only mean good things. Like tall, leggy, pretty blonde things and a happy dog and a new home on the lake. The maids would, at first glance, appear to be safe.

But she'd find one in all manner of dissarray on a bed upstairs - napping away a night of rough, romantic use. Gold spun hair, long legs, and blue eyes. He's developed a taste, after all. It was a certain lady's fault.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She found the flowers, all over her staircase, as she draped her coat over the banister. At first, she thought they were for her birthday, not long past, but he wouldn't know. It didn't matter. The sight of them made her smile and lifted her heart just that little more. The array of colors was a sight for poor eyes. She looked but found no note. She didn't need one. She knew Ice well enough by now. Gathering the stems carefully, she had just been thinking about him a few times lately and wondering how he was doing. Apparently, the rogue was doing well and happy. That made her even more thankful to the lucky lady who had his focus. For all his rough edges and whatever demons that lurked in the deep recesses of his mind, Ice was a good man. A caring one as well. It had been ages since she had spoken with him via cellphone but, that was okay too. He let her know he was fine and happy and that's all she needed. Life was good to her as well. She was happy, madly in love with her husband and she had two aging puppies she adored. Life was good.

Taking the flowers to the kitchen she rummaged around for a tall vase and filled it with water. Arranging the blooms in an appealing fashion she decided these would go in her office, on her desk. Spring... wouldn't that be wonderful. She remembered his promise to her, made long ago and the flowers kept coming. The man could reach out to touch her last nerve, be trying her patience, they never could write a story together. He always started and then just... stopped. After a time, she realized it was just him. She didn't have whatever it took to hold his attention, but then, she couldn't think of one that had. So, she simply kept from starting any story writing with him and all was well. She adored him. Always would. He had been gracious with her even while being his usual gruff self. In honest's truth? She missed him. Plain and simple but, life moved on. They both moved forward. Happily so. Taking the flowers she headed for her office and opened the door. Crossing to her desk, she set them there, giving them one more admiring look before heading upstairs to change her clothes.

From somewhere up there, came a rash of swear words that would make a sailor proud. DAMN HIS ASS! Hands on hips, booted foot tapping on the wooden floor, she glared at the hot mess that was snoring in one of her spare beds. She stared at the female, she noted the type he was into now and sighed. With a slight shake of her head she moved forward and woke the sleeping female. Groggily the maid lifted her head, wearing a smile. The mistress of the mansion pointed to the clothes that were strewn around the room and then the pointed to the door behind her. With a quick about face, DW left the room, chuckling softly as she headed for her own room. Some things about that man never changed. Thankfully.