The Mansion

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My ex and I use to go out shooting a lot. The one good thing he left me with was a love of shooting.

I'm a spot on shot with a rifle. My pattern is really tight. My hand gun one isn't bad either but I think if I had strong wrists, it would be better.

I'm sure there's some way to strengthen your wrists....*smirk*
 
Morning did come quickly most days. She was up, dressed in tank top, shorts and her running shoes. She drew her hair into a ponytail and was seating her ear buds in before she turned on her music. A few quick warm up exercises and she was out of the mansion and off jogging.
 
Her day had been occupied and she hadn't minded either. First RW was going to claim her for a bit, then she was coming back to settle in at her computer and get more responses done.
 
And she was done for the day. All caught up, everyone, including a new post for M. She grinned, completely happy with herself at the moment. Her eyes hurt, but she was done. Until tomorrow. She'd look forward to tomorrow when it got here. Now just to spend a few hours chatting with a good friend.
 
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She drug the rain with her, back to mansion.

Sitting back in her leather chair, cup of coffee in hand, she enjoyed the gentle breeze that came with the soothing rain. Cait had opened the door to her private patio so she could listen to the rain this morning instead of music. Heavens Tears. Healing things. Good for what ails you. The gauzy curtains billowed out and settled back, repeating the gesture as the breeze dictated. The air was clean smelling and heaven's tears had washed away anything that remained of stress or grief.

She was feeling as soft and gentle as the rain that fell outside. Her line of vision swept across her desk, at the things that had accumulated there. Two more had been added. A small Bengal tiger with a collar and a tag (now who would dare to collar a tiger, hm?) and a wee dragon that had a comical expression on his face that could only be defined as wicked and horny, all rolled into one.

She got to her feet and padded out to the kitchen to refill her cup, briefly wondering how the Archangel was holding up. She worried over him. Maybe she should send him a note and ask him to come see her soon.

Idly she stirred her french vanilla creamer into her coffee, a small wayward smile crossed her lips as the thought of him, the giver of flowers, came to her. He would be returning soon. She didn't know when. She didn't care to. She rather enjoyed it when he just invaded her space suddenly, out of nowhere. All part of his charm.

She snagged a cookie from the cookie jar and leaning against the counter, she munched on it and enjoyed her coffee. What would today hold? What did she feel like doing or not doing?
 
A larger version of my av... because resizing it meant one can't see her scar.

Here is a woman who has a dedicated path, to serve, to defend.
Outside she is all steel and determination.
Remove the armor and she is all things Woman and not afraid to be so.
Velvet, encased in steel.
Who is willing to peel away the steel to claim the Woman?



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Bedroom door opens and closes behind the redheaded one. Her eyes seek only her bed and a deep intense dance with Morpheus. Clothes fall to the floor as if they have a mind of their own. Covers pulled back. Pale soft flesh slides onto the bed, pulling covers over her shoulders as red tresses spill on the pillows around her and eyes close.
 
The bedroom door opened by itself as he quietly stepped in and walked towards the wall on the far left corner, next to a full length mirror. This seems like a good place to install it, he thought, then smiled to himself.

Just an hour earlier, he had been busy choosing different items from the cellar downstairs. Almost an entire trunk could have been be filled with the various kinds of toys picked from the dungeon room behind the cellar. Some items had come off the walls. A few were picked from the large trunks that lay open in the same room, where he had been previously, pinned to the cross. He had looked up towards the implement and grinned.

After the installation of the new ornate piece was complete, he quietly walked towards the door, turning back for just a moment, glanced one last time towards the closet, then the mirror, the bed, and then the trunk, smiled to himself, and stepped out of the room. The door closed behind him automatically.
 
She entered her room to change into something more comfortable when she noticed the ornate trunk sitting next to the full length mirror. She smiled, walking across the floor to it and lifting the lid. Her eyes noted the various things inside. Such a naughty, naughty tiger. She grinned wickedly. She let the lid fall, closing the interior from her sight.

Stepping into her closet, she found a dress of mandarin cut and drew it on. It was deep red in color and slit up on both sides, allowing her to walk with freedom and ease. The high collar seemed to suit her as did the style. She had taken her hair out of the ponytail it had been in, shaking her hair free and letting it fall on her shoulders. Barefooted, she traversed from bedroom to study, where she had met earlier with the fallen one. Life was going to get interesting for sure. How to balance out herself was the question. By the moon and stars, what she wouldn't give for a strong man right about now. She sighed. Ah well. All in due time, when it was suppose to happen she supposed.

She walked to her desk and plucked a flower from the vase, pinning it to one side of her head where she had drawn back her hair. She thought he might appreciate the gesture. Her eyes fell on a package on one corner of the desk. Sir Thomas must have placed it in here. Glancing at the address, she grinned. It was for M. She'd leave it outside his bedroom door for him to find in the morning.

Picking up the package, she headed out of the study and toward the stairs, taking her time in mounting them. Once at M's bedroom door, she set the package where he couldn't fail to see it but wouldn't trip over it. A brief glance at the door before she was headed back down the stairs and back to her study.
 
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He stumbled out of bed as soon as the alarm went off. Eyes still closed, he felt for the alarm with his fingers. The ringing seemed like a siren to his ears at that moment. Thumping the button down with this palm finally, he sat on the bed for a few minutes and buried his face in his palms, resting his elbows on the thighs, before getting up slowly and walking towards the bathroom.

As he walked out from the bathroom towards the closet and put some clothes on, his mind wondered whether Cait must have seen the trunk by now. He thought of going downstairs into the kitchen to get some breakfast before heading to work. He opened the bedroom door, stepped out, twisted slightly and just as he was about to close the door behind him, his foot hit something and he looked down. It was a box. A package for someone? He leaned down and picked it up. It was for him!

Slightly confused, he went back into the bedroom and started opening the box carefully after peeling away the wrapping paper. When the top lid of the box finally fell open, all he could do was stare at what was inside it. After a few seconds, when his heart beat came back to normal, he pulled the gift out with both hands and grinned, before placing it back into the box for the time being, and went down into the kitchen to eat something. He was starving.
 
The morning had all but slipped by her as she went to dress so she could handle the rest of her day. Today, perhaps tomorrow, she would have little things to see to, but maybe she could scope out some time for herself before the weekend dawned.

Taking brush to her hair, she stroked it until it shone and then captured it in a jaunty ponytail. Now, where to begin....
 
*Sliding a photo under her door.*

*opens her door as the RW dumps her on her ass -ahem- she finds something on the floor. A picture sent from Milady Thyri . Grins. Pretty. Pretty. Love the eyes and goes to file it under her character pics and makes a mental note to thank the lady for sharing.*
 
It had been a long productive day and now, she was definitely ready to just relax and let the night surround her. The weekend was going to be busy as it was. She sighed softly, she hoped her angel wasn't too disappointed that she wasn't going to be around tonight and she hoped he found some pleasure in his day.

She was tired, maybe an early night for her as well.
 
The night had swiftly passed over her. Thankfully, she woke refreshed and ready to face the dragons the day would offer. Perhaps, if she was lucky, it would only be busy work, but she doubted it. Still too many dragons in this world.

She sat at her desk, contemplating posts owed as she licked the leftover chocolate goodness from her fingers, while the RW drew her quietly back into its grasp.
 
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