The Outlook

[DarkWarrioress]

Well, you're the one who made it, after all.

Evening, Raven. been behaving yourself today?

 

[The_gladiator]

Well, you're the one who made it, after all.

"And, Apparently I didn't do such a bad job." he says grinning. "Who knew."

 

[dragonrazor]

Evening, Raven. been behaving yourself today?

Wouldn't I?

"And, Apparently I didn't do such a bad job." he says grinning. "Who knew."

Heh.

 

[The_gladiator]

Takes another bite before offering the spoon to Cait.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Takes another bite before offering the spoon to Cait.

She takes the offered spoon and dips in to his bowl. But instead of returning the spoon to him, she dips it again and offers the sweet to him.

 

[The_gladiator]

She takes the offered spoon and dips in to his bowl. But instead of returning the spoon to him, she dips it again and offers the sweet to him.

He smiles and opens his mouth accepting the bite. Pink tinges his cheeks, for it is a romantic gesture he likes very much.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

He smiles and opens his mouth accepting the bite. Pink tinges his cheeks, for it is a romantic gesture he likes very much.

A tender look enters her eyes and she hands the spoon back to him, leaning back in her chair, stopping a passing waiter for a cup of tea.

 

[The_gladiator]

A tender look enters her eyes and she hands the spoon back to him, leaning back in her chair, stopping a passing waiter for a cup of tea.

he accepts the spoon, "Looks like the others have left us?" he asks curiously.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

he accepts the spoon, "Looks like the others have left us?" he asks curiously.

"Oh I'm sure, Raven's around somewhere." She accepts her tea from the waiter with a smile of thanks

 

[dragonrazor]

Still about, yes.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Still about, yes.

Gives Glad one those looks that says, "See?"

 

[The_gladiator]

Gives Glad one those looks that says, "See?"

Sees the look and laughs, "I never doubted you my dear." he says with a grin.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Sees the look and laughs, "I never doubted you my dear." he says with a grin.

Winks at Glad and sips her tea. She leans close to whisper, "He's everywhere."

 

[The_gladiator]

Winks at Glad and sips her tea. She leans close to whisper, "He's everywhere."

"Yes indeed, that's why he's got like 65,000 posts." he says with a grin.

 

[dragonrazor]

"Yes indeed, that's why he's got like 65,000 posts." he says with a grin.

I could probably give the government a run for its money in that respect.

 

[The_gladiator]

I could probably give the government a run for its money in that respect.

The government posts on lit?

 

[dragonrazor]

The government posts on lit?

No, about being everywhere. Though I wouldn't doubt it. A lot of the stuff that they do makes me think they have way too much time on their hands.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

A lone figure strolls along the shoreline, watching the waves lap at the sand. Inside the pit of me there is a seeming hollow, where once was filled with ebullient enthusiasm, now creeps in doubt, concern, and some discouragement.

The solitude of this place is both comforting and lonely all at once. Memories of a long ago companion, too soon gone, leaving me alone to survive, bring a tear of remembrance to my eyes. Salt water obscures the vision of salt water, and I'm reminded of the saying about not seeing the forest for the trees. Could it be the same as not seeing the ocean for the tears?

I wipe them away, angry at the display of my weakness. After all, I remind myself, there surely are others who have matters worse than I. And so the guilt of feelings genuinely felt becomes a new addition to the pit.

My footsteps carry me onward, bringing me to a spot that is as good as any. Pulling out a blanket, wrapping it around me as I sit to watch the waves, the warmth of the sun heated sand soaking into my legs, inviting ever more intimate contact. I curl on my side, fetal position, oriented so I can still watch the waves. They look different from this angle.

Still the sound of the sussurations, the rhythmic encroaching and receding of the sea, the moan of the wind, the wheel of gulls: all serve to soothe and relax a troubled spirit, lulling me into peaceful contentment.....for now.

 

[The_gladiator]

A lone figure strolls along the shoreline, watching the waves lap at the sand. Inside the pit of me there is a seeming hollow, where once was filled with ebullient enthusiasm, now creeps in doubt, concern, and some discouragement.

The solitude of this place is both comforting and lonely all at once. Memories of a long ago companion, too soon gone, leaving me alone to survive, bring a tear of remembrance to my eyes. Salt water obscures the vision of salt water, and I'm reminded of the saying about not seeing the forest for the trees. Could it be the same as not seeing the ocean for the tears?

I wipe them away, angry at the display of my weakness. After all, I remind myself, there surely are others who have matters worse than I. And so the guilt of feelings genuinely felt becomes a new addition to the pit.

My footsteps carry me onward, bringing me to a spot that is as good as any. Pulling out a blanket, wrapping it around me as I sit to watch the waves, the warmth of the sun heated sand soaking into my legs, inviting ever more intimate contact. I curl on my side, fetal position, oriented so I can still watch the waves. They look different from this angle.

Still the sound of the sussurations, the rhythmic encroaching and receding of the sea, the moan of the wind, the wheel of gulls: all serve to soothe and relax a troubled spirit, lulling me into peaceful contentment.....for now.

Elvish pain calls to elvish pain and a figure materials on the beach. He walks to the familiar figure. Kneeling behind her slender hands find her shoulders massaging softly, then just rubbing in small circles on her shoulders. He says nothing, just draws the elf into his arms after a long moment. Figuring she will speak if she wishes to.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Her heart draws her back to this place and a smile settles in. Drawn to the rail by the sound of the waves gently lapping at the shore. The sun is setting and it's a glorious sight but something in the air keeps it from being the peaceful place it is. Her heart is drawn to the pain but as she watches, her eyes spy Glad, reaching out to comfort, to soothe as only he can with one so dear to him. No footfalls to detect. No gentle swirl of air to be felt. Simply gone with the sun.

For all things there is a time and place. For all things there is one who can comfort, who can give strength to. This is not her time. Better for another to see to.

He has her heart. For now, he is needed elsewhere. He knows how to summon her when all is seen to....

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Elvish pain calls to elvish pain and a figure materials on the beach. He walks to the familiar figure. Kneeling behind her slender hands find her shoulders massaging softly, then just rubbing in small circles on her shoulders. He says nothing, just draws the elf into his arms after a long moment. Figuring she will speak if she wishes to.

*The soothing touch, offering comfort, offering that which was so sorely missed, and craved, reaches me through my fog. Instinctively I turn into the embrace, welcoming the solace of a friend and the feeling of strong arms holding me, keeping me safe from the world. Nuzzling into the crook of his shoulder, I whisper,

I know it isn't fair, but sometimes I feel like he went off and left me to face the world by myself. He didn't ask to be sent. He didn't ask to be taken. But still, the end result is the same; I'm alone. I miss him.

 

[The_gladiator]

*The soothing touch, offering comfort, offering that which was so sorely missed, and craved, reaches me through my fog. Instinctively I turn into the embrace, welcoming the solace of a friend and the feeling of strong arms holding me, keeping me safe from the world. Nuzzling into the crook of his shoulder, I whisper,

I know it isn't fair, but sometimes I feel like he went off and left me to face the world by myself. He didn't ask to be sent. He didn't ask to be taken. But still, the end result is the same; I'm alone. I miss him.

He doesn't kow what to say. For one being trained for such things he feels ill prepared with words for her. She is no client but a friend, so he gives her the comfort of a friend, holding her close saying with touch what he cannot with words. Fingers stroking her hair. "I grieve with thee." he murmers. Cheesy maybe, from a book maybe, but the words are heart felt genuine for he can empothize with her pain even if he has never felt a pain like that himself. He feels the urge to apologise, but does not for he knows an apology is not what she needs, an apology might shut down this sharing. "I know you miss him dear one." he murmers.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Wolf trots up to the Outlook proper, making her way to the bar, with a sigh. Body eases from furred to brown and curvy, eyes fade from gold to copper. Finding an abandoned bathrobe, she puts it on, to cover her nudity and goes to sit on the deck.

 

[The_gladiator]

Wolf trots up to the Outlook proper, making her way to the bar, with a sigh. Body eases from furred to brown and curvy, eyes fade from gold to copper. Finding an abandoned bathrobe, she puts it on, to cover her nudity and goes to sit on the deck.

Green eyes lift spotting another figure, nodding a greeting eyes silently requesting she come to us join me, so Thyri will feel even less alone, surrounding her with her friends could only help.

 

[dragonrazor]

Blargh *sinks into seat*