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I love the earthy smell after a first rain. Listening to the soft fall of rain with the tv murmuring on low while I read my PM with a smile playing around my lips. My brain already compiling an reply.

There are no time schedules to keep. For the majority, I don't live by the clock but by my body's demands. It's a nice feeling for awhile.

I do have some writing to do. I might get to it today. But first, I have a list to write up.
 
The mini storm had passed. In its wake it left behind a few clouds that scurried across the moon, darkening the world around her for a moment or more. When they passed, the moonlight returned, stars were visible again. She walked quietly in her rose garden, the hem of her dress barely brushing against the grass. Stopping lomg enough to pluck one of her roses, she twirled it in her fingers, the twirling paused now and then so she could inhale the rose's lovely fragrance. The dew it had gathered up until she plucked it, tickled her nose.

Her world had become a calm, relaxing place. She had become calm and relaxed. All was right in the world. Amazingly all right.
 
She cursed her body for the umpteenth time for rousing her from bed after only four hours of sleep. There was a long angry red line going from the corner of her eye and swinging under it from where she somehow had cut herself upon passing out yesterday. Below her eyes was a bit puffy and owie, her eyes a bit bloodshot from the trauma but she counted herself lucky that she hadn't harmed her eyesight.

The headache behind her eye made concentrating on anything rough this morning. Maybe just lounging in her garden with coffee, basking in the sun warming her skin would help. Grabbing her coffee, she headed for the lanai and a nice comfy chair.
 
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The faint shape of a humanoid appears like a shadow cast against the horizon of the rising sun, the blurred grayish man looking blob slowly filling out as it moved silently like a phantom across the short,well kept grass that covered the entire backyard of well kept Mansion, the gardening staff still not slacking, even to this day. The rich smell of the beautiful pine trees with their bright green tresses filled the nostrils, a familiar smell that unlocked buried memories from what almost seems like a past life, it would be nice to be able to take a deep breath and enjoy the scent but the graceful yet quick strides, mirroring those of stalking panther, showed only a determined single mindedness that brought the shadowy figure straight across the grounds, headed straight towards the back patio like a well aimed bullet.

Finally stepping well into view as the bright, burning sun to his back outlines his frame, the illuminating light reveals a familiar though hollow looking face: symmetrical, tanned and classically handsome though the harrowed look, lifeless empty amber brown eyes and unshaven scruff growing on the sides of his face look uncharacteristic, almost alien. Shirtless,well tanned skin tight over well toned muscles, from the large trapezoid muscles that meet the side of his neck down to the defined abdominal muscles, only a pair of metallic dog tags sway softly with each step, lightly resting between a well defined chest. In nothing but some black, long legged running pants, bare feet squish the soft ground beneath with hardly a sound at his passing.

Both hands full, each holding a sword by their sheaths, each weapon radically different from the other, the still mostly drunk ex marine came to a stop right where the grass met the patio and set the Katana in his left hand down on his feet softly before drawing the long sword in his right hand out with a simple,smooth stroke, the scraping sound of metal on metal ringing softly. Flourishing the sword, letting the sharp blade swish through the air as the pure metal practically sung as it clove the air, he finally brought the blade point down in front of him before jabbing it into the earth in front of him. The sword shook violently from the impact as it sunk softly into the dirt and stood there, hilt up, waiting.

" You used to know how to use this Cait, though I am sure you have gone soft, care to prove me wrong" Soft words spoken in a cold tone, practically monotone, echoed softly across the quiet patio as the ex marine gracefully kicked the Katana up vertically in front of him, right hand grasping the wooden, cloth bound, hilt tightly as his left grabbed the lacquered wooden sheath right beneath the circular guarder, holding the blade out before him as he slowly drew the keen,polished blade out in front of him, the thousand times folded steel blade coming free as he through the wooden sheath aside and brought the blade in front of him, cornering out his body and bending his knees slightly as he dropped into a well drilled fighting stance.
 
There was a tingling down her spine. A warning perhaps? He came from the woods with purposeful strides. Her eyes narrowed as she simply watched him come. He stopped at the edge of her lanai, two swords in his hand. Her eyes wandered over him. Nothing about him escaped her scrutiny. They say some things never change. They would be wrong. Everything changes, even people. There were changes in Blade. Subtle. Most. Some, not so much. But Blade wasn't here for her sympathy. He certainly was't looking for pity, which was a good thing because she didn't have any for him.

Rising from her chair in one fluid movement, she walked toward him slowly. Dressed in shorts and a tank top, she moved around him, circling him, studying.

"You're drunk."

Her steps brought her around to face him and her eyes continued their study. Her lips quirked at that taut.

"It's good to see you too, Blade. "

Deceptive feminine fingers wrapped round the hilt of the long sword and gave a firm yank. The blade came out of the ground and she studied it.

"Well, you haven't forgotten my name. That's saying something. "

She moved around him, out to the garden. She brandished the blade, once, twice, in the shape of the Mobius Strip, The blade flashed from left to right then over, right to left. Planting her feet in a stance, blade held in both hands, slightly raised and ready.

"Turn around, Blade. Let's dance."
 
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"Sober enough to remember how to find my way here, drunk enough to have the courage to even show up" he replied coldly to her snide comment about his current state of sobriety, his entire body taunt like a drawn bow string, waiting for the archers fingers to slip off the string, his energy held in check.

"Y'all might have forgotten about me, doesn't mean that I can forget, guess that is the problem" his clear baritone voice carrying despite the fact that he was talking to her without facing her, having waited for her to move to his back and make an attack from there, finally breaking the base of his fighting stance, knees unbending and his hands bringing the blade to comfortably rest vertically in front of him, the curved blade of the Katana spliting his body in half.

"Should have took me in the back when you had the chance" the last word hadn't been uttered from his lips before his left foot pressed hard into the ground and pushed his entire weight forward, the powerful muscles in his legs hardened from years of running and carrying heavy packs up and down hills, easily pushed his weight forward with surprising speed for such a large man,gathering speed with each bounding stride. The gap between them disappeared in an instant as his bare feet slapped softly against the grass. Just a simple two strides from her, the marine pressed his left foot hard into the ground and sprung off his right, sailing easily into the air, the wind whipping around him as he rose the hilt of his Katana above his head, powerful arms flexing as he held the blade in check, until that last, final second when there was barely room to swing between them, his timing a fraction slow as he brought the sword down in a powerful downward strike aimed for her head: There was no hesitation in his movement, no look of doubt in his eyes as he struck.
 
TheScarletBlade said:
"Sober enough to remember how to find my way here, drunk enough to have the courage to even show up" he replied coldly to her snide comment about his current state of sobriety, his entire body taunt like a drawn bow string, waiting for the archers fingers to slip off the string, his energy held in check.

"Y'all might have forgotten about me, doesn't mean that I can forget, guess that is the problem" his clear baritone voice carrying despite the fact that he was talking to her without facing her, having waited for her to move to his back and make an attack from there, finally breaking the base of his fighting stance, knees unbending and his hands bringing the blade to comfortably rest vertically in front of him, the curved blade of the Katana spliting his body in half.

"Should have took me in the back when you had the chance" the last word hadn't been uttered from his lips before his left foot pressed hard into the ground and pushed his entire weight forward, the powerful muscles in his legs hardened from years of running and carrying heavy packs up and down hills, easily pushed his weight forward with surprising speed for such a large man,gathering speed with each bounding stride. The gap between them disappeared in an instant as his bare feet slapped softly against the grass. Just a simple two strides from her, the marine pressed his left foot hard into the ground and sprung off his right, sailing easily into the air, the wind whipping around him as he rose the hilt of his Katana above his head, powerful arms flexing as he held the blade in check, until that last, final second when there was barely room to swing between them, his timing a fraction slow as he brought the sword down in a powerful downward strike aimed for her head: There was no hesitation in his movement, no look of doubt in his eyes as he struck.
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She simply listened to his words. Response would come in time but not right now. Her eyes were watching him, observing. There wasn't a thing about him or their time together she had forgotten. Nor the fact that he had sent her on her way. But apparently he forgot her words to him. If he stayed around long enough this time, she'd remind him.

"Should have took me in the back when you had the chance"

Her muscles tensed. Her fingers around the weapon, loosened then tightened. He turned. Precision. Glorious thing to watch. It was one of the things she admired about him. His words had fallen on deaf ears. All her focus was on the graceful, powerful man heading her way with that beautiful, sinfully dangerous katana in his hands. Blade didn't play when it came to swords. He was a fighting machine. Her weight shifted. Her grip shifted in attunement to her weight shift. Her feet barely moved at all. The sword slid, it didn't arc, horizontally to meet the katana as it came down toward her head. There was no doubt whatsoever that Blade was stronger than her. The muscles she had always admired in his forearms bulged but he wasn't just a pretty boy. She knew those muscles weren't just for show, there was strength behind them. She could hold his blade against hers but not for long. True metal rang against its brother. It was a satisfying sound to her ears. She swiftly stepped to his side as edge slid along edge. Her arms moved in the opposite direction then they had been. A swift small arc that followed her around. Its aim was for his back if he didn't move to counter.

"Take you in the back? Have I been so long withdrawn from your mind Marine, that you forget what I am?"

THIS time there was contempt in her voice. Her words were hissed on the wind of her swinging sword. Green eyes narrowered, her jaw clenched in concentration and in aggrivation. She couldn't afford to feel hurt or pain at his words. Focus must be maintained on the deadly dance that was occuring in the silence of butterflies and roses.
 
It feels like it's been ages since she's been here. It's been nearly six months since she'd left in the dark of the night, needing to get away. She slips in the front door wheeling a pink suitcase behind her and holding a fresh bouquet of flowers in her other hand. When one of the maids comes along and offers to take her suitcase, she's grateful and offers a smile and a few gracious words along with the handle of the suitcase. It'll be taken up to a room for her, and she finds herself hoping it's the same room she was in before.

Once the suitcase is rolled away, she's left to wander through the house reacquainting herself with the surroundings. In the kitchen, she fills a vase with water and puts the flowers in it, carrying the gift to the office where she knows the Mistress of the house will find it. There are two pockets on the front of her emerald green sundress, and from one of them she withdraws an envelope that simply reads Cait. It is settled in front of the vase, left for the redhead to read when she finds it.

Cait,
I am sorry to have left with no word, when I did. I needed time to heal and time to take care of myself. I look forward to spending time with you again, friend, and hope that you are willing to welcome me back into your home as you did once before.

With affection,
Tanyia

Her tour of the house brings smiles, hands touching this or that as if to recall a memory through touch. The tips of her fingers brush over the surface of LI's closed door, and she is pleased to find that her room is the same room as it was before she left. She unpacks quickly, hurrying back down the stairs and into the kitchen she she's missed so much. Once there, she slides her hand along the countertop, recalling the last time she was in this kitchen. She's come so far since then, and while she will never really recover, she's made progress and intends to keep trying to do just that. She is pleasantly surprised when she finds that there is still a hook in the pantry with her name above it, and instantly looks forward to baking something sweet and fresh for the house.

Cupboards are opened, bowls and utensils retrieved. Eggs, butter and lemons are retrieved from the refrigerator, flour and sugar and handfuls of other ingredients are removed from the pantry. The oven is preheated, and a bundt cake pan is removed from the cupboard beside the stove. She feels so at home in this place, where the sun streams in through the windows and lights up the kitchen with it's glow and warmth. Slipping on her apron, a pretty white frilled thing with little red hearts stamped all over it, she starts at preparing her baked goods.

Before too long, the whole house is filled with the smell of lemon and freshly baking cake, and she stands with her auburn hair pulled up in a loose ponytail. Her green eyes are bright, a mug of coffee tucked into her hands, her pretty little toes painted a bright red as if to match the hearts on her apron. She leans against the island, smiles against the rim of her coffee mug, and watches as a pair of maids bustle around her to clean up the mess she's made.

It feels good to be back.
 
APassionateFlame said:
It feels like it's been ages since she's been here. It's been nearly six months since she'd left in the dark of the night, needing to get away. She slips in the front door wheeling a pink suitcase behind her and holding a fresh bouquet of flowers in her other hand. When one of the maids comes along and offers to take her suitcase, she's grateful and offers a smile and a few gracious words along with the handle of the suitcase. It'll be taken up to a room for her, and she finds herself hoping it's the same room she was in before.

Once the suitcase is rolled away, she's left to wander through the house reacquainting herself with the surroundings. In the kitchen, she fills a vase with water and puts the flowers in it, carrying the gift to the office where she knows the Mistress of the house will find it. There are two pockets on the front of her emerald green sundress, and from one of them she withdraws an envelope that simply reads Cait. It is settled in front of the vase, left for the redhead to read when she finds it.

Cait,
I am sorry to have left with no word, when I did. I needed time to heal and time to take care of myself. I look forward to spending time with you again, friend, and hope that you are willing to welcome me back into your home as you did once before.

With affection,
Tanyia

Her tour of the house brings smiles, hands touching this or that as if to recall a memory through touch. The tips of her fingers brush over the surface of LI's closed door, and she is pleased to find that her room is the same room as it was before she left. She unpacks quickly, hurrying back down the stairs and into the kitchen she she's missed so much. Once there, she slides her hand along the countertop, recalling the last time she was in this kitchen. She's come so far since then, and while she will never really recover, she's made progress and intends to keep trying to do just that. She is pleasantly surprised when she finds that there is still a hook in the pantry with her name above it, and instantly looks forward to baking something sweet and fresh for the house.

Cupboards are opened, bowls and utensils retrieved. Eggs, butter and lemons are retrieved from the refrigerator, flour and sugar and handfuls of other ingredients are removed from the pantry. The oven is preheated, and a bundt cake pan is removed from the cupboard beside the stove. She feels so at home in this place, where the sun streams in through the windows and lights up the kitchen with it's glow and warmth. Slipping on her apron, a pretty white frilled thing with little red hearts stamped all over it, she starts at preparing her baked goods.

Before too long, the whole house is filled with the smell of lemon and freshly baking cake, and she stands with her auburn hair pulled up in a loose ponytail. Her green eyes are bright, a mug of coffee tucked into her hands, her pretty little toes painted a bright red as if to match the hearts on her apron. She leans against the island, smiles against the rim of her coffee mug, and watches as a pair of maids bustle around her to clean up the mess she's made.

It feels good to be back.
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It was the smell of freshly brewed coffee that assailed her senses, making her roll over and stretch before slipping from the bed and heading for the walk in closet. She emerged in black shorts, an emerald green strapped top and her hair in its usual ponytail. Pausing only long enough to check on her black eye and gently press around it, she proceeded to the kitchen. There was no sight of Tanyia to be had. Hm. Well. She'd catch up with her at some point to offer a personal welcome. In the meantime, she cut herself a piece cake and took both coffee and cake to the office. She needed to get down to business and get some writing done.
 
She stared at her keyboard in disgust. Maybe more coffee? She hoped he was getting some decent sleep. I really need to finish this post for Se7en. Thinking about Blade.....

So many thoughts tumbling over each other. Maybe a walk in the garden among the roses will clear the cobwebs. It was worth a try.
 
The lemon bundt cake had been left on the counter, settled on a pretty glass cake-serving platter with a glass cover. There is a very light lemon glaze drizzled over the top, and you could see where the cake was still warm when it was applied because it runs down the sides in drizzles and rivulets. After her cup of coffee, she'd gone upstairs to shower and put the last few touches on her room to make it feel like home again. She's not surprised to see a piece of cake gone, smiling because she knows if she looks there will be coffee missing from the pot as well. Cait must be awake.

After cutting herself a piece of cake and sliding a fork from the drawer, she heads down the hall toward the office where she's sure to find Cait. Still damp auburn hair settles around her bare shoulders as she toes the door to the office open and peeks her head inside to see if the owner of the house is there.

"Cait?"

While she waits a few moments to see if the redhead answers, she slides a piece of cake onto the fork and then into her mouth. Leaning against the doorjamb, she uses one leg for support and tucks her other foot up against the supporting calf perhaps like a flamingo might. She's wearing a pair of simple cut-off blue jean shorts, and a white thin-strapped tank top, and if she doesn't hear Cait's response after another two bites, she'll move through the house and out into the gardens to see if that's where her friend has wandered off to.
 
APassionateFlame said:
The lemon bundt cake had been left on the counter, settled on a pretty glass cake-serving platter with a glass cover. There is a very light lemon glaze drizzled over the top, and you could see where the cake was still warm when it was applied because it runs down the sides in drizzles and rivulets. After her cup of coffee, she'd gone upstairs to shower and put the last few touches on her room to make it feel like home again. She's not surprised to see a piece of cake gone, smiling because she knows if she looks there will be coffee missing from the pot as well. Cait must be awake.

After cutting herself a piece of cake and sliding a fork from the drawer, she heads down the hall toward the office where she's sure to find Cait. Still damp auburn hair settles around her bare shoulders as she toes the door to the office open and peeks her head inside to see if the owner of the house is there.

"Cait?"

While she waits a few moments to see if the redhead answers, she slides a piece of cake onto the fork and then into her mouth. Leaning against the doorjamb, she uses one leg for support and tucks her other foot up against the supporting calf perhaps like a flamingo might. She's wearing a pair of simple cut-off blue jean shorts, and a white thin-strapped tank top, and if she doesn't hear Cait's response after another two bites, she'll move through the house and out into the gardens to see if that's where her friend has wandered off to.
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She was licking the glaze from her fingers when she paused. Was someone calling her name?

The windows and doors of the mansion were left open so the fresh air circulated through the house. And hopefully to carry away the ghosts of what had been. She had frozen her heart, stuffed memories into a box and shelfed them someplace in her mind. She wasn't ready to deal with them, didn't want to. The more she didn't have to think, the more she could believe they didn't happen. It simply was the way she dealt with things until they no longer hurt. One day, she'd be able to look in the box and not feel damn thing, until then, she would carry on. Do what she had to to be whole again and friends went a long way to make that happen.
 
DarkWarrioress said:
She was licking the glaze from her fingers when she paused. Was someone calling her name?

The windows and doors of the mansion were left open so the fresh air circulated through the house. And hopefully to carry away the ghosts of what had been. She had frozen her heart, stuffed memories into a box and shelfed them someplace in her mind. She wasn't ready to deal with them, didn't want to. The more she didn't have to think, the more she could believe they didn't happen. It simply was the way she dealt with things until they no longer hurt. One day, she'd be able to look in the box and not feel damn thing, until then, she would carry on. Do what she had to to be whole again and friends went a long way to make that happen.
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There is no answer after three bites. She takes a moment to savor a forth, licking the glaze from the fork and closing her eyes to focus fully on the lemony goodness of the cake and glaze. At the end of that bite, however, there is still no answer from the redhead she's searching out, and so she goes on a mission searching through the house. When that turns up nothing, she meanders her way out into the garden. It's beautiful out here, and she makes a mental note as she passes a beautiful patch of white roses - to ask Cait if she can maybe have a small piece of the garden to plant some flowers. Gardening, like baking, is something that she enjoys greatly - it keeps her mind off a great many things, but also allows for her to work through other things. Therapy-by-dirt. She picks her path carefully, not wanting to step on any particularly pointy rocks with her bare feet.

The last of her cake is finished as she wanders the garden, leaving her with a plate and a fork as she calls again.

"Cait, are you out here?"

She sees a bench up ahead, surrounded by beautiful rose bushes and patches and streams of sunlight all around. It's peaceful and quiet, and if she doesn't see or hear Cait, she'll stop and have herself a seat on the bench to enjoy the simple beauty of nature. There is no sense of urgency for her to do anything or attend to anybody in particular. She feels the strong urge to write, but hasn't yet wrapped her head around what she wants to start with. And then there's the pesky business of getting her her head and her fingers all aligned so that the writing can happen.

A bird tweets somewhere nearby, and she whistles back as if in answer, lifting her head to absently search out the feathery greeter.
 
APassionateFlame said:
There is no answer after three bites. She takes a moment to savor a forth, licking the glaze from the fork and closing her eyes to focus fully on the lemony goodness of the cake and glaze. At the end of that bite, however, there is still no answer from the redhead she's searching out, and so she goes on a mission searching through the house. When that turns up nothing, she meanders her way out into the garden. It's beautiful out here, and she makes a mental note as she passes a beautiful patch of white roses - to ask Cait if she can maybe have a small piece of the garden to plant some flowers. Gardening, like baking, is something that she enjoys greatly - it keeps her mind off a great many things, but also allows for her to work through other things. Therapy-by-dirt. She picks her path carefully, not wanting to step on any particularly pointy rocks with her bare feet.

The last of her cake is finished as she wanders the garden, leaving her with a plate and a fork as she calls again.

"Cait, are you out here?"

She sees a bench up ahead, surrounded by beautiful rose bushes and patches and streams of sunlight all around. It's peaceful and quiet, and if she doesn't see or hear Cait, she'll stop and have herself a seat on the bench to enjoy the simple beauty of nature. There is no sense of urgency for her to do anything or attend to anybody in particular. She feels the strong urge to write, but hasn't yet wrapped her head around what she wants to start with. And then there's the pesky business of getting her her head and her fingers all aligned so that the writing can happen.

A bird tweets somewhere nearby, and she whistles back as if in answer, lifting her head to absently search out the feathery greeter.
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She came upon Tanyia sitting on a bench in the garden and went to join her.

"Welcome back, Tanyia. I see you found everything in the kitchen," she grinned, "great coffee and cake by the way. I guess by now you know we...I, saved your room for you. There's just the three of us in residence now...oh wait, four. I just invited FD to take a room in the mansion too. Not sure when he's going to take up residence though."
 
DarkWarrioress said:
She came upon Tanyia sitting on a bench in the garden and went to join her.

"Welcome back, Tanyia. I see you found everything in the kitchen," she grinned, "great coffee and cake by the way. I guess by now you know we...I, saved your room for you. There's just the three of us in residence now...oh wait, four. I just invited FD to take a room in the mansion too. Not sure when he's going to take up residence though."
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-Shouts from her bedroom window-

"I might take the room, but more than likely I won't sleep there!"
 
Firmhanded_Daddy said:
-Pushes the extra 35 pillows Cait's bed so there is room for him and curls up with a sleepy yawn-
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HEY! *she yelled back toward the window* Don't go pushing my pillows on the floor or I'm going to be using you for a pillow!

It was a hunch, but she was sure it was a good one.
 
DarkWarrioress said:
HEY! *she yelled back toward the window* Don't go pushing my pillows on the floor or I'm going to be using you for a pillow!

It was a hunch, but she was sure it was a good one.
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-In a playful, mock helpless tone-

Oh no... please.. anything but that!

Any time, anywhere darlin'.
 
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