The Mansion

[Avellan13]

I give a weak smile. Not much. I celebrated it with my cousin mainly, and he's not really one for celebrations. Later on my family came along and we had a family dinner. But other than that. Not much.

I shift uneasily, a little nervous about approaching this topic. So....umm.... what happened between you and Glad. If it's alright for me to ask. You guys were such a cute couple and now it seems like you don't really interact as much.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She gave him a polite smile. "My dear Avel, I consider you a friend so please don't take this harshly but I really don't know how else to put it. Whatever happened between Glad and myself, is our business. Okay?"

 

[Avellan13]

I smile at her. I understand. Don't worry. I was just worried.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She shook her head. "Nothing to worry about, Avel. Glad and I are still friends. The RW is keeping him busy so we talk elsewhere, when we do is all."

 

[Avellan13]

Looks around the room. So what made you choose a mansion for a lounge setting?

 

[DarkWarrioress]

*Sits back in her chair and lets her eyes wander around the room* A mansion gives me a feel of a home and it allows me to have whatever I wish to put into it. I thought about something by the ocean but the mansion is close enough that it isn't much of a walk.

 

[Avellan13]

Intereting. hmm.... Imagine a mansion on an ocean? Perfect views, no noisy neighbors, go fishing and boating whenever you want. But keeping it floating would be a problem.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She grinned, "That it would. Maybe I should have made a boat and docked it somewhere on the coastline and lived in it. The only problem is, I like wide open spaces"

 

[Avellan13]

Chuckles I feel the same way that's why I picked the Island. Miles of forest and jungle where I can fly back and forth. Then the mountains provide a spectacular view of the whole Island.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

That was a novel idea, Avel. An island *grin*

 

[Avellan13]

Yes. A lot of movies and novels use islands But to have my own island full of mysteries and wonders... well that's what I like and I've always been facinated by islands.

 

[Avellan13]

Sensing the need to return to the Island, I stand up and bow to Cait.

If you'll excuse me Cait. I have some buisness to attend to at the Island. Hope the rest of the day goes well for you.

I shift forms and fly out of the Mansion and to the Island.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Of course, Avel

 

[DarkWarrioress]

My company has left and I can return my attention to my threads. Picking up a pencil, I idly set it between my teeth as my fingers find their way onto my keyboard... let's see... who do I have left? Ah yes, M13 next

 

[DarkWarrioress]

~Admin. Work~

Taken out of Inactive:

Reign of Swords.
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[DarkWarrioress]

She pushed the keyboard away from her, resting her head on her desk. Her coffee was just at the end of her fingertips when she wants it.

So not awake yet. Brain is not engaged. Four posts to do. Must...wake...up.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

.....And so the day closes and night falls. She stood at the open sliding glass door that led out to her private patio and the gardens beyond.

It had been a very good day. She smiled as she thought of events that had happened. She felt good about it too.

To sleep, perchance to dream.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The morning finds her refreshed, hair gathered into a ponytail, a cup of coffee at her immediate disposal and she's ready to start her day.

Her computer screen showed her flipping through pages. She is blessed and her co-writers are letting her off easy this morning. She grinned. That wouldn't always be the case for sure. Now the decision is whether to make her daily rounds and allow the coffee to jump start her brain or get right to it.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Sitting back in her chair, she contemplates letting the RW take her for awhile. Posts are all caught up. *small delighted cheer* There is nothing pressing to see to, except..... she reached out and picked a few dried flowers from the vase, setting them aside before she got up and took the rest to the kitchen for Thomas to dispose of.

Returning to her study, she carefully picked up the three flowers she selected, then sliding open the drawer just under the front of her desk... slipping them in there for safe keeping at the moment.

Only he had brought her flowers. It was a thoughtful gesture. One just before their time together and the bouquet after. Yes, there was so much more to him than most saw and even she hadn't been exposed to everything. The flowers hadn't been just an idle gesture. He was far from just an idle sort of man. She smiled. He pushed her. Knowingly or unknowingly, to think, to give her best and she liked that.

No time for fanciful thoughts. The RW called and she must hark back to its noise. She'd return later.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

I merely pause in my study to check threads and then slip quietly from that room into my bedroom, closing the door behind me. The trip from bedroom door to lanai door is quickly accomplished, with pad, paper and pencil in hand, not laptop. Taking one of the comfortable patio chairs, I sit down, relax, listen to night's natural music as I stare up at the stars. My muse is pushing me... I'm just not sure what I am going to write yet.

Sleep curls around my being, but I'm not ready to succumb just yet....

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The heat had driven her from bed and instead of heading for a cool shower, she donned her bathing suit, grabbed a towel and made her way to the poolside. She readjusted the umbrella before kicking off her slippers and diving into the cool inviting water. Swimming a few laps back and forth the pool before hauling herself out, lightly patting herself down and slipping onto a lounging chair. She reached for her sunglasses even as Sir Tomas arrived with a tall glass of ice water with a slice of lime.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Many say that when we die, we go to a better place. That there is a place that knows no pain, no sorrow, no despair, no anger. I don’t want to go to that place. I want to feel, damn it. I want to know…because for every drop of pain, I know another drop of greater pleasure; for every drop of sorrow, I know a greater joy; for every drop of despair, I know greater elation; for ever drop of anger, I know a greater happiness. Why would I want to give that all up? I don’t.

I don’t know exactly what lies beyond the veil of this world. I just know that I want to come back and start all over again. Ingrained in my soul is the lessons of lifetimes. I still haven’t gotten it right yet. And when I finally do get it? ALL of it? I’ll still want to come back again. I don’t know exactly what each time will bring. I don’t know what the world will be like each time, but I simply don’t care.

I am a soul that yearns for knowledge. I am a soul that yearns to live by touch, sight, sound and taste. I’ll always want to hear a man’s heart beat under my ear or against my chest. I’ll always want to hear his whisper in my ear. I’ll always want his touch, his taste, the very sight of him. I’ll always want to please him and be pleased by him.

I’ll never tire of sun rises and what they represent to me. I’ll never tire of the sunsets or everything that happens in between. One day, I will leave. It’s unavoidable from the very moment we come kicking and screaming, drawing our first breaths into this world. I pray I leave it gently, kindly and a long time from now. But I plan on coming back. I will come back. For all the times I tire of the struggle and the crap, what life gives me is so much more. Maybe that makes me a glutton for punishment. I have just one thing to say to that:

Punish me more.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

A quick recheck on her computer before she pads off for coffee. Her mind is thinking on replies owed since she was mostly absent this weekend.

The sun wasn't even up yet but, she was awake, for the time being. With a sigh and brooding over why the human body would wake someone when they don't want to be awake yet, she went back to her Study, coffee in tow, to stare at her computer screen.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She faded back in as she had faded out, sitting down with her mind on the stories before her. So many other things from the RW had followed her here but she tried to brush them aside and only focus on what she came to focus on.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She sat back in her chair with a soft sigh, rubbing the nape of her neck as she reached for her glass of ice water. One more post to go as of the last time she checked. Then she was going to check out, go catch a movie or curl up with a good book. She wasn't sure yet. Dinner was cooking in a slow cooker, filling the house with wonderful smells.

Time to shift mental gears and sink herself into Jillian.