The Outlook

[Luna_Wolf72]

Poor Muse. She is falling apart. A needy greedy little thing. After prolonged teasing, I settle into a kiss~teeth nibble on her bottom lip before the tip of my tongue ventures out to taste her mouth. Hands tighten on her body. I break the kiss to whisper only a few words.

How long do we have?

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Her kiss leaves me spinning, pulse racing and skin tingling from every touch*

I am limited only by how long I have before my eyes grow too heavy and my brain too fuzzy...and right now I am wide awake

*my eyes shine up at her, filled with so much. I know she sees through me, knows how I ache for her but will never push for more than she can offer*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Then I believe we should leave this place, my love and go to our home. Either your place or Mine.

What do you say?

 

[Daydream_weaver]

I say, yes...oh yes.

*rising to my feet I wave a hand absently at the fire, the flames extinguished in a puff of steam and a few stray sparks. Biting my lip in anticipation, I tilt my head to one side and gaze at her with sparkling eyes*

I will race you to my Refuge...

*mist rises from the sand beneath my feet, swirling up around my legs*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Laughter as I follow her to our place....knowing that she will be there before me but happy that she will be there...nonetheless.

"Good night Outlook"

 

[JimmyHartley]

James stood in the corner, nervously sipping his gin based cocktail.
He was wearing his favourite tailor made clothes, a sky blue suit, with Navy trim, white shirt and orange tie.
"I shouldn't have come here jus after the football," He sighed to himself, taking another sip.

 

[JimmyHartley]

James' eyes follow the two ladies leaving the room.
"Great choice of location there Jim" He whispers to himself before slowly making his way into another room in an attempt to find someone else.

 

[JimmyHartley]

"Hm," James thought to himself "It seems that coming here was a bad idea."
he hesitated for a moment (Hell he'd been here for hours and no one had talked to him) then pulled out a note pad.
"Traversing other realms, if anyone wishes to summon me simply use this spell; Personalis Messagarius!" He wrote.
He stuck it on a wall, reminding himself not to get his hopes up, then turned around, took two steps and disappeared.

 

[The_gladiator]

It has been long since he has been to the outlook. just a couple days, but that seems an eternity when he made a habbit of coming here often.

He leans against the railing looking out over the sea. His mood is intraspective. Many thoughts weighing on his mind. He has dark circles under his eyes, evidence of less than adiquit sleep over the past few days.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

It has been long since he has been to the outlook. just a couple days, but that seems an eternity when he made a habbit of coming here often.

He leans against the railing looking out over the sea. His mood is intraspective. Many thoughts weighing on his mind. He has dark circles under his eyes, evidence of less than adiquit sleep over the past few days.

A gentle hand touches his back, rubbing lightly as her usual scent reaches his nose.

"You look tired, Glad. Women taking up way more of your time than they should?" She teased as she came to stand beside him, lifting her face to the morning air.

 

[dragonrazor]

*poofs into a ravenblack beanbag chair, floating two feet off the ground*

 

[DarkWarrioress]

*poofs into a ravenblack beanbag chair, floating two feet off the ground*

"Good Morning, dragon dear. How are you?"

 

[dragonrazor]

"Good Morning, dragon dear. How are you?"

Annoyed at those around me *glares at family*

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Annoyed at those around me *glares at family*

"Oh dear. One of those days,hm?"

 

[dragonrazor]

"Oh dear. One of those days,hm?"

Yes. Lailani's being a little bitch today. Won't do anything she's told to do, keeps getting into stuff, screams at everyone, running up and down the hall...

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Yes. Lailani's being a little bitch today. Won't do anything she's told to do, keeps getting into stuff, screams at everyone, running up and down the hall...

You know, a ball gag, collar and leash works wonders. I'm kidding.

 

[dragonrazor]

You know, a ball gag, collar and leash works wonders. I'm kidding.

I'm not getting her into fetishes.

 

[Apollion]

"I hear a harness works just as well."

Slowly, Apollo walked in, enjoying the morning light, making sure the sun was fine on the current course before sauntering over to Caitlin, smiling at her softly.

"Hello, you. I trust breakfast this morning was to your liking?"

 

[DarkWarrioress]

I'm not getting her into fetishes.

*quirks a brow* Who said anything about fetishes?

 

[DarkWarrioress]

"I hear a harness works just as well."

Slowly, Apollo walked in, enjoying the morning light, making sure the sun was fine on the current course before sauntering over to Caitlin, smiling at her softly.

"Hello, you. I trust breakfast this morning was to your liking?"

She smiles at Apollo and winks, "it's not everyday a lady finds a sun god bringing her breakfast in bed."

 

[ObscureInsanity]

She woke up on the same couch she sat at the night before. She blinked. She didn't remember falling asleep... she glanced around the outlook and sighed.

"Jesus..." she muttered to herself. "If I keep doing stuff like this they're going to think I'm a narcoleptic."

She got up and stretched, making her way to the bar to ask for another iced mocha coffee. This seemed familiar to her: of course, it was exactly what she did yesterday. She giggled to herself and glanced behind her at one of the staff members. If she continued residing here she'd probably be charged rent... but... anywhere was better than where THEY were.

She took her coffee to a nearby booth area. She slumped into the seat with a sigh and rested her elbow on the table, her cheek in her palm. She hoped he didn't show up while she was sleeping, that would be hard to explain, considering her thirty-six hour slumber fest the day and a half after the toga party. She sighed again, a longer breath of air escaped.

 

[JimmyHartley]

"Bloo-dee-hell..." James sighed to himself in staccato, hoping it wasn't loud enough to out the fact he had cast a chamelon spell on himslef.
"I see how it is" He said, backing away and then accidentally knocking over a vase.
He cursed and then pranced into another corner, hoping he wasn't found out.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

"Bloo-dee-hell..." James sighed to himself in staccato, hoping it wasn't loud enough to out the fact he had cast a chamelon spell on himslef.
"I see how it is" He said, backing away and then accidentally knocking over a vase.
He cursed and then pranced into another corner, hoping he wasn't found out.

She spun around, arching a brow, looking at the newcomer...

"Well, hello you to you too, sir. Care to join us?"

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She woke up on the same couch she sat at the night before. She blinked. She didn't remember falling asleep... she glanced around the outlook and sighed.

"Jesus..." she muttered to herself. "If I keep doing stuff like this they're going to think I'm a narcoleptic."

She got up and stretched, making her way to the bar to ask for another iced mocha coffee. This seemed familiar to her: of course, it was exactly what she did yesterday. She giggled to herself and glanced behind her at one of the staff members. If she continued residing here she'd probably be charged rent... but... anywhere was better than where THEY were.

She took her coffee to a nearby booth area. She slumped into the seat with a sigh and rested her elbow on the table, her cheek in her palm. She hoped he didn't show up while she was sleeping, that would be hard to explain, considering her thirty-six hour slumber fest the day and a half after the toga party. She sighed again, a longer breath of air escaped.

Well, Good-Morning, little miss sleepy-head. About time you joined the living.

 

[JimmyHartley]

"Bloo-dee-hell." James sighed to himself in staccato, hoping it wasn't loud enough to out the fact he had cast a powerful chamelon spell on himslef.
"I see how it is..." He said, backing away and then accidentally knocking over a vase.
He cursed and then pranced into another corner, hoping he wasn't found out.