The Mansion

[DarkWarrioress]

The Kitchen

Coffee consumed. Check. Brain functioning...meh... Check. Now it was time to get to work and bake that birthday cake. The stereo speakers in the kitchen are playing as she bounces around dancing, pulling things from the cupboard and mixing ingredients.

~HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR ELVEN WARRIOR!~​

 

[The_gladiator]

Coffee consumed. Check. Brain functioning...meh... Check. Now it was time to get to work and bake that birthday cake. The stereo speakers in the kitchen are playing as she bounces around dancing, pulling things from the cupboard and mixing ingredients.

~HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR ELVEN WARRIOR!~​

He watches her from the doorway. A soft smile on his lips. this birthday has alreadyhad so many ups and downs, he could only hope it would be all ups from here.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

He watches her from the doorway. A soft smile on his lips. this birthday has alreadyhad so many ups and downs, he could only hope it would be all ups from here.

Flour dotted her nose and forehead. She was singing at the top of her lungs and it was a good thing there was no one close by to hear her because she couldn't carry a tune in a bucket.

She whirled around with a spatula covered in cake batter in one hand that she was using as a mic for the moment stopped in mid-song, grinning sheepishly.

"Please tell me you haven't been standing there long." She wrinkled her flour dusted nose at him.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The Study- More scribbling of ideas

~~The Reign of Swords-- Taken.

The clash of steel rung in her ears as she lifted a hand wiping at the trickle she felt at the corner of her lips. Blood. Hers. Her eyes lifted and she found herself staring into dark brown chocolate pools, captivating eyes really. By the stars, she could almost drown in those. As she shoved away from the tree’s trunk, pain split her head in two. She almost fainted and would have if it hadn’t been for the anger that filled her. Her hand shot out, sword in hand, flipped, so that the pommel came across his jaw with swift hard side arcing impact. Watching with a measure of silent satisfaction as his head snapped back and a trickle of blood flowed from his mouth. She followed that by stepping into him bringing her left knee swiftly into his gut. Her offhand slammed into his shoulder, causing him to stagger back against a tree trunk. The tip of a dagger found the vital vein in his throat, pressing lightly against his skin, daring him to move. Her offhand grabbed the hair at the back of his head, fisting it and yanking. As his head jerked back, her dagger followed, unerringly keeping track of that precious vein. Her face came close to his, so close he could feel her warm breath upon his skin. She canted her head sideway as her lips drew closer to his mouth. Slowly her lips parted and the tip of her tongue flickered out, to lap at the blood that flowed across his jaw.

His focus now became anger, vibrant, strong, swift.

 

[The_gladiator]

Flour dotted her nose and forehead. She was singing at the top of her lungs and it was a good thing there was no one close by to hear her because she couldn't carry a tune in a bucket.

She whirled around with a spatula covered in cake batter in one hand that she was using as a mic for the moment stopped in mid-song, grinning sheepishly.

"Please tell me you haven't been standing there long." She wrinkled her flour dusted nose at him.

"Long enough." he said with a small smirk, He made an effort to not cover his ears from the singing. He himself was a singer, and enjoyed the art very much, he wasn't extremely gifted but wasn't bad, but singing off key was something he was used to although could one be sait to ever really get used to it?

He grinned, "You look like you got in a fight with the cake, and I'm not sure who won." he said grinning at her.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

"Long enough." he said with a small smirk, He made an effort to not cover his ears from the singing. He himself was a singer, and enjoyed the art very much, he wasn't extremely gifted but wasn't bad, but singing off key was something he was used to although could one be sait to ever really get used to it?

He grinned, "You look like you got in a fight with the cake, and I'm not sure who won." he said grinning at her.

She sauntered up to him and took the spatula, swiping it across the tip of his nose with a grin.

"Come here, Elven One, I want to see if you taste as good as the cake batter."

Looping an arm around his neck, she urged his head down toward hers so she could lick the batter off.

 

[The_gladiator]

She sauntered up to him and took the spatula, swiping it across the tip of his nose with a grin.

"Come here, Elven One, I want to see if you taste as good as the cake batter."

Looping an arm around his neck, she urged his head down toward hers so she could lick the batter off.

he laughed but abligingly leaned forward to let her lap the batter off his face. When she finished he pressed his lips to hers kissing her tenderly. "You didn't need to make me a cake." he says softly.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

he laughed but abligingly leaned forward to let her lap the batter off his face. When she finished he pressed his lips to hers kissing her tenderly. "You didn't need to make me a cake." he says softly.

She returned his kiss before she backed up a bit.

"I did. You deserve one. I like to bake and I'm craving sweet things lately."

She looked at him for the longest moment, then raised a hand to brush his hair behind his ear and offered him a soft smile.

"Happy Birthday, Dear One. I bought you a little something. I hope you don't mind."

She handed him a small wrapped box.


(It says: Be the change you wish to see in the world.)

 

[The_gladiator]

She returned his kiss before she backed up a bit.

"I did. You deserve one. I like to bake and I'm craving sweet things lately."

She looked at him for the longest moment, then raised a hand to brush his hair behind his ear and offered him a soft smile.

"Happy Birthday, Dear One. I bought you a little something. I hope you don't mind."

She handed him a small wrapped box.


(It says: Be the change you wish to see in the world.)

He smiled, "Craving things? you're not pregnant... are you?" he teases a mock horrified expression coming to his face.

then he smiles and meets her gaze. "Dear one, you are too kind." he says as she wishes him happy birthday.

He takes the box she offers and his eyes widen as he opens it. "Cait, that's beautiful..." he bites his lip trying not to show his emotions too much but it is obvious it has moved him. "Thank you dear heart." he whispers pulling her close kissing her tenderly.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

He smiled, "Craving things? you're not pregnant... are you?" he teases a mock horrified expression coming to his face.

then he smiles and meets her gaze. "Dear one, you are too kind." he says as she wishes him happy birthday.

He takes the box she offers and his eyes widen as he opens it. "Cait, that's beautiful..." he bites his lip trying not to show his emotions too much but it is obvious it has moved him. "Thank you dear heart." he whispers pulling her close kissing her tenderly.

Her hands frame his face as they share a tender moment together.

"You're very welcome, Glad. I'm happy it pleases."

 

[The_gladiator]

Her hands frame his face as they share a tender moment together.

"You're very welcome, Glad. I'm happy it pleases."

All he can do is nod, and then lean forward to kiss her tenderly, "Thank you I have missed you... I am sorry that the rw has kept me away lately more than in the past."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

All he can do is nod, and then lean forward to kiss her tenderly, "Thank you I have missed you... I am sorry that the rw has kept me away lately more than in the past."

She shrugged, "It has a way of doing that. I totally understand." She leaned up and gently kissed him again. "I've missed you more."

 

[The_gladiator]

She shrugged, "It has a way of doing that. I totally understand." She leaned up and gently kissed him again. "I've missed you more."

"Don't count on that." he says softly to her statement. He tucks his arms around her holding her to him just standing there smiling softly.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

"Don't count on that." he says softly to her statement. He tucks his arms around her holding her to him just standing there smiling softly.

Her own arms fold around him, smiling up at him. "Oh, I'd count on it and then some. Want to get comfortable in the Great Room?"

 

[The_gladiator]

Her own arms fold around him, smiling up at him. "Oh, I'd count on it and then some. Want to get comfortable in the Great Room?"

"He nods, "That sounds nice, I will have to try that cake soon but not this moment." he says with a soft smile.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

"He nods, "That sounds nice, I will have to try that cake soon but not this moment." he says with a soft smile.

She grins, taking a moment to shove the cake in the oven before taking his hand and giving it a gentle tug as she leads him into the Great Room, settling on one of the couches

 

[The_gladiator]

She grins, taking a moment to shove the cake in the oven before taking his hand and giving it a gentle tug as she leads him into the Great Room, settling on one of the couches

He settles down with her. "Maybe you should take a nap here in my arms... Sir Thomas could always get the cake out." he murmers as he lays back on the couch pulling her closer to him.

 

[ShiningShadow]

She studied the room slowly, moving from object to object when something she hadn't noticed before, caught her eyes. Getting cautiously up from her chair, she went toward the wall. Moving aside the potted plants and trees. She stood back and stared at her discovery.

There was only one person she knew who could have done this. That explained the shift in energies. Moving the plants and trees around to frame the doorway that hadn't been there before, she went back to her desk with nary a look back. Was it an if? Or was it a when? Time would tell. For now, it was back to computer and her writing.

Wind rustled through the Study, very quietly...as the doorknob turned, and the door slowly cracked open; but a pair of inches, at most. No footsteps, audible, from either one side or the other, of that door that had once not been present.

Through that crack, naught but darkness could be seen, despite the morning light streaming through the windows of the Study.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

He settles down with her. "Maybe you should take a nap here in my arms... Sir Thomas could always get the cake out." he murmers as he lays back on the couch pulling her closer to him.

With a yawn, that's exactly what she did. His was a comforting presence and considering her frame of mind that past two days it was exactly what she needed. Snuggling against him, she let her eyes close.


Something caused her to stir a bit restlessly but she didn't wake until hours later. She woke to a heartbeat in her ear and the gentle rise and fall of his chest under her cheek. Opening her eyes, she realized Glad and she had fallen asleep on the couch.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Wind rustled through the Study, very quietly...as the doorknob turned, and the door slowly cracked open; but a pair of inches, at most. No footsteps, audible, from either one side or the other, of that door that had once not been present.

Through that crack, naught but darkness could be seen, despite the morning light streaming through the windows of the Study.

The door to the study was left open and the path from door to desk was a short one. She made the short walk to her desk frowning and rubbing the back of her neck. Sitting down in her leather chair, she sipped her coffee, letting her eyes roam around the room and that's when she noticed it. The door that hadn't been but now existed, was cracked open. Her heartbeat accelerated, out of fear or anticipation, she wasn't sure.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*The messenger rings the bell at the front door, waiting patiently until Sir Thomas answers.

"I have a package for The Gladiator, would you sign for it please?"

*Thomas lifts an eyebrow imperially, making the messenger question his right to be there for any reason, let alone one as routine as his job. But Thomas sings for the package nonetheless. The messenger leaves a heavy box, wrapped in plain paper for Thomas to take inside.

Once inside, Thomas delivers the package to the Great Room, leaving it where it is sure to be found by it's intended recipient.

When the paper is removed, the highly polished wooden case is revealed, burnished black ebony with silver filigree inlay in a classic Elvish entwining vine design decorating the edges. A simple locked clasp holds the case shut and on top is a note from a friend.

Dearest Gladiator,
It was with solemn regret I had to leave you on your birthday last evening.
I just couldn't stay in the realm of consciousness and consider myself very good company.
Please accept my sincerest apologies, and this belated birthday gift as a token of my affection.
Now perhaps you will have something else to do with Cait once in a while.

Yours in friendship forever,
Annisthyrienne​

Inside the envelope with the note is a small brass key on a crimson ribbon. The key fits the lock on the polished ebony case. When the case is opened, a matched set of Elvish fighting knives, fully tanged, 18 3/4" long, acid etched wrapped handles, with gold plated hilts, crossed over a small wooden buckler plaque sporting a gold etched Elvish sun design. The blades are perfectly balanced, as only Elvish weapons are for Elven hands to wield.

http://www.freewebs.com/norstar1/1FM-411.jpg​

All is set within a black velvet lined tray, shaped cutouts for each item for storage, or the buckler plaque can be mounted for display of the matched blades.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She woke to the sound of birds chirping and pulled the covers over her head. That lasted all of a second or two. Stumbling from bed she wound her hair, knotting it against her head and half asleep found the shower. Normally she took her time showering, basking in its warmth but today she chose to get clean and get out, dressing in shorts and a summer blouse. Padding toward the kitchen on bare feet and brushing out her hair.

A cup of coffee in hand, her hair in a ponytail. She was ready to face her day and see what it wrought.

 

[The_gladiator]

*The messenger rings the bell at the front door, waiting patiently until Sir Thomas answers.

"I have a package for The Gladiator, would you sign for it please?"

*Thomas lifts an eyebrow imperially, making the messenger question his right to be there for any reason, let alone one as routine as his job. But Thomas sings for the package nonetheless. The messenger leaves a heavy box, wrapped in plain paper for Thomas to take inside.

Once inside, Thomas delivers the package to the Great Room, leaving it where it is sure to be found by it's intended recipient.

When the paper is removed, the highly polished wooden case is revealed, burnished black ebony with silver filigree inlay in a classic Elvish entwining vine design decorating the edges. A simple locked clasp holds the case shut and on top is a note from a friend.

Dearest Gladiator,
It was with solemn regret I had to leave you on your birthday last evening.
I just couldn't stay in the realm of consciousness and consider myself very good company.
Please accept my sincerest apologies, and this belated birthday gift as a token of my affection.
Now perhaps you will have something else to do with Cait once in a while.

Yours in friendship forever,
Annisthyrienne​

Inside the envelope with the note is a small brass key on a crimson ribbon. The key fits the lock on the polished ebony case. When the case is opened, a matched set of Elvish fighting knives, fully tanged, 18 3/4" long, acid etched wrapped handles, with gold plated hilts, crossed over a small wooden buckler plaque sporting a gold etched Elvish sun design. The blades are perfectly balanced, as only Elvish weapons are for Elven hands to wield.

http://www.freewebs.com/norstar1/1FM-411.jpg​

All is set within a black velvet lined tray, shaped cutouts for each item for storage, or the buckler plaque can be mounted for display of the matched blades.

He came into the great room frome his morning walk. It was beautiful out and he had risen early. He had spent some time in the garden meditating trying to clear his head of all the thoughts that raced a mile a minute.

He stepped into the great room and his eyes, almonds of green came to rest on the package layed out in the paper.

He fell to his knees beside it and slowly began to open the letter. He recognized the flowing script and he read the words. The thoughtfulness of it taking his breath away, not too discimilarly to how Cait had with her thoughtful gift.

He whispered, "Dearest Thyri, you know I was not angry you had to go to bed, I myself did not stay up late.

He slowly fit the key to the lock and opened the wooden box. His eyes widened with the sight. Reverent hands lifted one of the blades testing its edge with a thumb, finding as he thought it was sharp as only elvish steal enfused with magic could be. He hefted it and found the balance fit him well. Trained in both long and short swords he found it quite easy to wield.

He often fought with one long and one short sword, but often also fought with two long blades or two short ones. He took up the second weapon and stood. The twin blades spun in a circular pattern as he moved them through some of the basic moves of the flowing dance which he called his fighting style.

He could not contain the soft smile that came to his face as he let the blades continue their flowing pattern beginning to spin them actually throwing one into the air and catching it.

He watched the way the sunlight coming in through the windows flashing off the steal.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

He came into the great room frome his morning walk. It was beautiful out and he had risen early. He had spent some time in the garden meditating trying to clear his head of all the thoughts that raced a mile a minute.

He stepped into the great room and his eyes, almonds of green came to rest on the package layed out in the paper.

He fell to his knees beside it and slowly began to open the letter. He recognized the flowing script and he read the words. The thoughtfulness of it taking his breath away, not too discimilarly to how Cait had with her thoughtful gift.

He whispered, "Dearest Thyri, you know I was not angry you had to go to bed, I myself did not stay up late.

He slowly fit the key to the lock and opened the wooden box. His eyes widened with the sight. Reverent hands lifted one of the blades testing its edge with a thumb, finding as he thought it was sharp as only elvish steal enfused with magic could be. He hefted it and found the balance fit him well. Trained in both long and short swords he found it quite easy to wield.

He often fought with one long and one short sword, but often also fought with two long blades or two short ones. He took up the second weapon and stood. The twin blades spun in a circular pattern as he moved them through some of the basic moves of the flowing dance which he called his fighting style.

He could not contain the soft smile that came to his face as he let the blades continue their flowing pattern beginning to spin them actually throwing one into the air and catching it.

He watched the way the sunlight coming in through the windows flashing off the steal.

She left her Study as she heard the rustling of paper and as she rounded the corner, she spied Glad, opening his gift. Walking across the floor toward him, she smiled.

"Those are beautiful, Glad. Who are they from?"

 

[The_gladiator]

He slowed the beautiful weave of blades until they rested down at his sides. He bowed his head closing his eyes for a moment savoring the feel almost communing with the blades with his inner being.

He heard footsteps and his head lifted again eyes moving brushing lightly over her face as he saw her. He had been away a while yet again. damn the rw.

His eyes briefly met hers.

"Thyri," he said softly almost reverently, "With an apology that she left me alone early on my birthday. I totally understood, yet the gift makes me smile... they are beautiful."