The Mansion
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She nodded and turned back to her desk.
"Feel free to look around, browse my books. I keep quite a selection."
"Feel free to look around, browse my books. I keep quite a selection."
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Nodding, he raised a hand. A random book floated from the shelves, resting within his hand. Opening from a random page, he tilted his head, resting it against her shoulder.
"So, what does Miss Caitlin have on her agenda today?" He asked curiously.
"So, what does Miss Caitlin have on her agenda today?" He asked curiously.
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"Well, I'm trying to get a head start on posts. The RW is going to pull me away from here at some point and why aren't you asleep, Sun God?"
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"You know me. I can't track time for anything, especially in your part of the world."
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Worries? Who worries? Unless there's a typhoon ripping through. Then, I worry. *sticks her tongue out at him*
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For the first time since she had bought the house. For the first time, she sought total solitude. She closed the door to her study and locked it.
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She rolled over with a soft little yawn. Her hand slid over to her side and found the space empty. Elevating herself on her elbows, she glanced around. He must be in the study. Not wishing to disturb his creativity, she wiggled back down under the covers, pulling them over her shoulder and closed her eyes again with a small amused smile.
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Flitting in the ether between the Inn and the mansion, she finds herself back in her study with a cup of hot pomegranate/raspberry tea, inhaling the aroma as she contemplates the posts she owes.
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She sat idly at the computer this morning, a cup of hot tea close at hand. So many things flitting through her mind that she was having a hard time concentrating on just one thing and she knew she had posts owed. Her day, for as long as need be, was dedicated to one thing or rather, one person and after that, when all was quiet on that front, until the other realm called her to it, which it would as she had someplace to be that she could not miss this evening, her writing here would have to wait.
A chapter was coming to a close more for him than for her, but as a by product, for her as well. It was going to feel odd, for their routine since coming together, to change. Things were going to change. She was ready for that. It wasn't a matter of routine with him that mattered to her or something she counted on. It was simply that she enjoyed his company and though there had been a few bumps, not unexpected, given the mode of their communication, she silently held her own counsel when it came to her observations about him. Everyone in this world deserved a touchstone. Someone who made sense to them. Someone who....anchored them to this world when it shifted violently or tossed them into the seas of chaos. She had no expectations and asked nothing of him. She simply wanted to be his touchstone. A smile in the dark when he gave thought to her. A hand squeezed when doubts created by life, troubled him. A reassurance that he wasn't alone in this world anymore. Someone cared. She wanted to be his crazy thought when he laid staring at the ceiling of his room in the dark waiting for sleep to claim him. She wanted to be a whisper of a thought that never left him, wherever his footfalls took him. No expectations, no requirements, no demands. She simply was.
She had been drawn to him from their second meeting. Why, she couldn't say. By their third, which had them sparring on the sands of the Outlook, she was utterly charmed. By their fourth, in the Outlook proper, she knew she wanted to know him better and the rest, as they say, was history.
At some point she would fade from his life because it simply was that way. All she could hope for in that distant future, was that he could think of her with a smile and hold a small tender feeling in his heart for her. But that, she hoped, was still a time away from happening. There were plans for his life he would be executing and she would do what she had been, what she was committed to do and hopefully, from time from time, they would continue to develop their friendship whenever possible because she had no intention of him ever going off to some forsaken place ever again without the knowledge of knowing she was going to be there, to send letters or packages filled with just simple silly things to make him laugh and brighten his day since speaking with each other would be an impossibility.
She acknowledged, silently, that perhaps all that had been was all there was going to be. It was a possibility, not one she voiced, but one she was willing to accept. She knew how it went. Get home, get back into familiar routines and what was, what had once brightened days, made the time go by faster, had become a memory. He was a man of honor and respect, generosity and chivalry at its finest. She believed him when he told her things. It was still a possibility she couldn't deny. His world was going to reclaim him again. She had been part of another, a brief world he found himself in. Whether he tugged her back with him into his, remained to be seen.
She wasn't some delicate flower that needed tending all the time. She could quietly move about the world as she needed to, to function. He worried too much about her, worried too much about his change in routine which, in the hours apart, while he slept or she did, she pondered what kind of females he had interacted with in the past. She growled at him. She reassured him. He hadn't a clue of the thoughts she didn't share with him and she wondered briefly, how he would take them. Like she didn't care? Hardly. Like she was letting him go? Only if that was what he wanted. And yes, it was that simple. It wouldn't be without regret or a feeling of loss but it was, just that simple.
So, time would tell, in days to come, what exactly would transpire. She wasn't fretting. She was simply going to live in the moment, enjoy it and move along as time shifted. The rest was up to the Universe.
A chapter was coming to a close more for him than for her, but as a by product, for her as well. It was going to feel odd, for their routine since coming together, to change. Things were going to change. She was ready for that. It wasn't a matter of routine with him that mattered to her or something she counted on. It was simply that she enjoyed his company and though there had been a few bumps, not unexpected, given the mode of their communication, she silently held her own counsel when it came to her observations about him. Everyone in this world deserved a touchstone. Someone who made sense to them. Someone who....anchored them to this world when it shifted violently or tossed them into the seas of chaos. She had no expectations and asked nothing of him. She simply wanted to be his touchstone. A smile in the dark when he gave thought to her. A hand squeezed when doubts created by life, troubled him. A reassurance that he wasn't alone in this world anymore. Someone cared. She wanted to be his crazy thought when he laid staring at the ceiling of his room in the dark waiting for sleep to claim him. She wanted to be a whisper of a thought that never left him, wherever his footfalls took him. No expectations, no requirements, no demands. She simply was.
She had been drawn to him from their second meeting. Why, she couldn't say. By their third, which had them sparring on the sands of the Outlook, she was utterly charmed. By their fourth, in the Outlook proper, she knew she wanted to know him better and the rest, as they say, was history.
At some point she would fade from his life because it simply was that way. All she could hope for in that distant future, was that he could think of her with a smile and hold a small tender feeling in his heart for her. But that, she hoped, was still a time away from happening. There were plans for his life he would be executing and she would do what she had been, what she was committed to do and hopefully, from time from time, they would continue to develop their friendship whenever possible because she had no intention of him ever going off to some forsaken place ever again without the knowledge of knowing she was going to be there, to send letters or packages filled with just simple silly things to make him laugh and brighten his day since speaking with each other would be an impossibility.
She acknowledged, silently, that perhaps all that had been was all there was going to be. It was a possibility, not one she voiced, but one she was willing to accept. She knew how it went. Get home, get back into familiar routines and what was, what had once brightened days, made the time go by faster, had become a memory. He was a man of honor and respect, generosity and chivalry at its finest. She believed him when he told her things. It was still a possibility she couldn't deny. His world was going to reclaim him again. She had been part of another, a brief world he found himself in. Whether he tugged her back with him into his, remained to be seen.
She wasn't some delicate flower that needed tending all the time. She could quietly move about the world as she needed to, to function. He worried too much about her, worried too much about his change in routine which, in the hours apart, while he slept or she did, she pondered what kind of females he had interacted with in the past. She growled at him. She reassured him. He hadn't a clue of the thoughts she didn't share with him and she wondered briefly, how he would take them. Like she didn't care? Hardly. Like she was letting him go? Only if that was what he wanted. And yes, it was that simple. It wouldn't be without regret or a feeling of loss but it was, just that simple.
So, time would tell, in days to come, what exactly would transpire. She wasn't fretting. She was simply going to live in the moment, enjoy it and move along as time shifted. The rest was up to the Universe.
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Sits in her study listening to music until she has to leave.
Born to be...
Calif. King Bed.
The Edge of Glory
For her Lion as promised. *grins*
And this one one too.
Born to be...
Calif. King Bed.
The Edge of Glory
For her Lion as promised. *grins*
And this one one too.
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*stops in mid-play as the note flutters down. Grins.* I knew she'd like it.
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Mist forms female, forms brown skin, forms twinkling eyes. Solidifies. Boi pounces sweet Cait, tumbling her to the floor, covering her face in kisses.
Have a good night out!!!
Boi form ghosts into mist and is gone.
Have a good night out!!!
Boi form ghosts into mist and is gone.
DarkWarrioress
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*delighted laughter echoes in the currently empty house except herself and before she can retaliate Luna is gone again*
Thank you. Family commitment. And you just wait.. *snickers*
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The Study
As she sat down, with coffee in hand, she could feel his lips on hers over the rose.
"Wind to thy wings, my lion."
She inhaled the rose's scent once more before she set it in a small crystal vase on her desk, so when her eyes strayed to it, she would think of him and his words... not that she needed such a reminder. Her thoughts were always on him these days.
"Me too."
Her whispered replied though she knew he wouldn't see or hear them. She was content. It was only for a few days or no matter how long it took. She knew the lion would find his lioness, even if she was prowling around in another jungle.
As she sat down, with coffee in hand, she could feel his lips on hers over the rose.
"Wind to thy wings, my lion."
She inhaled the rose's scent once more before she set it in a small crystal vase on her desk, so when her eyes strayed to it, she would think of him and his words... not that she needed such a reminder. Her thoughts were always on him these days.
"Me too."
Her whispered replied though she knew he wouldn't see or hear them. She was content. It was only for a few days or no matter how long it took. She knew the lion would find his lioness, even if she was prowling around in another jungle.
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The Master Bedroom
She caught that on the ether.
"Not bloody likely." She muttered as she changed into her normal sleeping attire and slid into bed, to dream her dreams. A flick of her wrist and the bedroom door closed.
She caught that on the ether.
"Not bloody likely." She muttered as she changed into her normal sleeping attire and slid into bed, to dream her dreams. A flick of her wrist and the bedroom door closed.
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Another day has spawned and she knew her time here was going to be sporadic at best today. Her eyes strayed to the photo on her desk, the one she liked the best out of the ones he had and it wasn't the av or the flip side to that one.
The day was overcast, had been since yesterday. She took that as a good sign. Sitting up in her chair, she reached for her mouse and headed for the other jungle to peek in before she decided to write here or go take care of other things in the RW, that were patiently waiting.
The day was overcast, had been since yesterday. She took that as a good sign. Sitting up in her chair, she reached for her mouse and headed for the other jungle to peek in before she decided to write here or go take care of other things in the RW, that were patiently waiting.
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The Study
Her back was turned to the door. Leaning back in her chair she was idly staring out at the new day dawning. It was still dark but not as black as the darkest part of the night. It was far too early for her to be awake this day, but she was. An idle yawn as she waited for the tea pot to warn her it was ready.
Her eyes fell up two things on her desk at once. His picture and her hourglass. By the winds, she had a fascination with them in the RW. Here, in this realm she kept one to account for something she wanted to keep track of. Sitting forward she reached for the dagger had left her. She absentmindedly played with it. The sands in the hourglass were minimal now, a few grains at best. Today was the day, at some point. Without communication though, she wouldn't know when.
She gave a soft sigh and went to make a cup of tea. It was enough to know today was today, she thought as she poured hot water into a mug then automatically reached for a jar that held her favorite tea, pomegranate raspberry. She left the kettle on low, leaving the kitchen as she inhaled the aroma of the tea she was seeping.
Sliding back into her chair, she reached for her mouse, bringing up her electronic writing pad. She had an intro to write, a character's intro into hell's arena. An hour maybe and then she would try to sleep again for another two or three if she was lucky. A sip of tea, sitting more upright (posture lessons were a bitch to forget), fingers on the keyboard and her mind shifted to where it needed to be.
Her back was turned to the door. Leaning back in her chair she was idly staring out at the new day dawning. It was still dark but not as black as the darkest part of the night. It was far too early for her to be awake this day, but she was. An idle yawn as she waited for the tea pot to warn her it was ready.
Her eyes fell up two things on her desk at once. His picture and her hourglass. By the winds, she had a fascination with them in the RW. Here, in this realm she kept one to account for something she wanted to keep track of. Sitting forward she reached for the dagger had left her. She absentmindedly played with it. The sands in the hourglass were minimal now, a few grains at best. Today was the day, at some point. Without communication though, she wouldn't know when.
She gave a soft sigh and went to make a cup of tea. It was enough to know today was today, she thought as she poured hot water into a mug then automatically reached for a jar that held her favorite tea, pomegranate raspberry. She left the kettle on low, leaving the kitchen as she inhaled the aroma of the tea she was seeping.
Sliding back into her chair, she reached for her mouse, bringing up her electronic writing pad. She had an intro to write, a character's intro into hell's arena. An hour maybe and then she would try to sleep again for another two or three if she was lucky. A sip of tea, sitting more upright (posture lessons were a bitch to forget), fingers on the keyboard and her mind shifted to where it needed to be.
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The Study
Contentment flooded her. The lion had made it home, safe and sound. He'd be scarce, but she already knew that. He had told her so enough times. She laughed softly, drinking from her mug. Still, he had re-established contact. With a look of determination, mingled with satisfaction, she went back to work.
Contentment flooded her. The lion had made it home, safe and sound. He'd be scarce, but she already knew that. He had told her so enough times. She laughed softly, drinking from her mug. Still, he had re-established contact. With a look of determination, mingled with satisfaction, she went back to work.
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Time spent prowling another jungle does little to ease the mood she finds herself in. She's not sure anything will. Swiftly changing into a summer dress, one that has a sweetheart neckline held up by spaghetti straps and falls across her body in a flowing manner to her ankles. She snags up her shawl and heads for her favorite view, the ocean.
Cutting through her gardens, she moves through the woods coming out on the other side to a small cliff from which she can hear and see the ocean. Leaning against a tree, pulling the shawl closer around her body, she leans her head back against the bark of the tree, just watching the waves as they roll to the shore.
Cutting through her gardens, she moves through the woods coming out on the other side to a small cliff from which she can hear and see the ocean. Leaning against a tree, pulling the shawl closer around her body, she leans her head back against the bark of the tree, just watching the waves as they roll to the shore.
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She is tempted for a moment to visit the Outlook, but not tonight. Tonight she feels like a cup of hot tea, a good book and her bed to curl up in. Pushing away from her spot against the tree, she turns back toward the house. The soft scent of vanilla in the air as she goes.
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