The Outlook

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I find myself nodding at his words

No worries, enjoy the outlook as long as you'd like. And I'll let the staff know that you'll be around, and that they should lay off the drinks. A smile

His next words however, shock the hell out of me. And my eyes go wide, before I nod

Wow. Well, I am not totally sure I remember where that thread was heading, if anywhere. But yeah. Totally. I'd love to pick that thread back up, if you want to. I'm pretty flexible on plot, so we can either pick up from where it is, or re-start it.

And for my edification, why the firefighter thread?
 
*comes in off the beach, long, brown curls a little wild from being tossed in the wind, wearing a loose, sheer coverup...*

http://i1234.photobucket.com/albums/ff403/purrmiaou/beach.jpg

*and holding my hands out palms up, bearing more gifts this morning, eyes sparkling with girlish delight as I show the fruits of labor this morning...*

http://i1234.photobucket.com/albums/ff403/purrmiaou/handful.jpg

*thoughtfully plucking from it a delicately fluted ivory Venus shell and a perfect fat sand dollar out for Ausus and a dark, glossy, speckled cowrie and a fragment of smoothed deep blue beach glass for fr33k.*

Morning.
 
*lips widen from smile to grin at her wide eyes*

Well, the whole "damsel in distress" scenario popped into my head when I read it. I've not done a thread like that, but I like the openness it affords in multiple directions it could go.

*a small chuckle escapes as he continues*

I figure it could just get restarted after figuring out what we'd want it to become. Of course, I'm not too picky. I just enjoy writing....

*dark chocolate eyes are suddenly filled with seriousness as his gaze meets hers*

I must admit that I'm intrigued by the bit in your profile about being sadistic on top...mostly because I've not really explored any of the D/s stuff in earnest, and at least on a basic level, I find myself to be a switch. I'm not sure what it takes to qualify oneself, but I have always been curious to learn.
 
*comes in off the beach, long, brown curls a little wild from being tossed in the wind, wearing a loose, sheer coverup...*

http://i1234.photobucket.com/albums/ff403/purrmiaou/beach.jpg

*and holding my hands out palms up, bearing more gifts this morning, eyes sparkling with girlish delight as I show the fruits of labor this morning...*

http://i1234.photobucket.com/albums/ff403/purrmiaou/handful.jpg

*thoughtfully plucking from it a delicately fluted ivory Venus shell and a perfect fat sand dollar out for Ausus and a dark, glossy, speckled cowrie and a fragment of smoothed deep blue beach glass for fr33k.*

Morning.

*accepts the gifts with a slight bow, turning them over in his fingers and admiring their natural beauty*

Thanks, 'Love. Good morning to you as well.
 
Nods and grins softly at both Fr33k, and Little, fingering the shell in my hand thoughtfully.

Morning, ma petite merci, je l'aime.
And Fr33k, you're asking some pretty awesomely valid questions. The RW is pulling me away, but I can and will get back to you about all of the above. I promise.

Kisses each of their cheeks and vanishes.
 
Waking up on the couch amidst much smacking as her tongue tries vainly to rid itself of the next-morning film that always accompanies a night out. Angel finds her cheek wet and laying upon a cold dark circle where the pillow had been absorbing her drool for much of the night. She hides the evidence as subtly as her grogginess, flipping the pillow dry side up.

A very grumpy fae rubs her eyes and wonders just where in the hell she woke up.
 
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*tilts my chin up to receive my bye-bye kiss...*

*looks back into my shells and picks a thin, iridescent snail shell to lay where Vail sat yesterday, hoping she'll find it later.*

*to fr33k* Should I fix us some breakfast- err... brunch- then?
 
*tilts my chin up to receive my bye-bye kiss...*

*looks back into my shells and picks a thin, iridescent snail shell to lay where Vail sat yesterday, hoping she'll find it later.*

*to fr33k* Should I fix us some breakfast- err... brunch- then?

I'm sure the housekeeper will be able to whip up anything we could want. No need to lift a finger and all that jazz...

*just catches a glimpse of DA waking up, flipping her drool-y pillow, and glancing about groggily*

G'morning Angel. Next time I recommend making it to one of the rooms to sleep...

*chuckles softly as the fey wakes fully*
 
*makes a little face at the thought of being waited on and wanders off into the kitchen to find something for my growling tummy, returning with a bowl of dark cherries. Holds it out offeringly to Angel and fr33k, sucking the meat off of the pit of one myself, lips smudged with dark cherry juice*
 
*Takes a handful of cherries, eating each one slowly, tossing the stem and pit into his glass on the table* Thanks. Not much for waitstaff eh 'Love?
 
Fair enough. So how's your morning going thus far? *pops another cherry in his mouth*
 
Still half asleep, Freek's words come over untranslated.. taken in only by their tone. Pleasant enough and it warrants a languid smile in return. And then there are cherries.. glorious cherries. She pops them into her mouth like peanuts, chewing.. reveling in the tangy juice. her eyes close in relaxation until it becomes apparent that she's left with a mouthful of stems and seeds.

Angel glances around desperately for a bowl.. a bucket.. a trash can.. anything to save her dignity.
 
Still half asleep, Freek's words come over untranslated.. taken in only by their tone. Pleasant enough and it warrants a languid smile in return. And then there are cherries.. glorious cherries. She pops them into her mouth like peanuts, chewing.. reveling in the tangy juice. her eyes close in relaxation until it becomes apparent that she's left with a mouthful of stems and seeds.

Angel glances around desperately for a bowl.. a bucket.. a trash can.. anything to save her dignity.

*seeing Angel's furtive glancing, scoops up his cup, now a receptacle for discarded cherry bits, pushes off the railing and strides over to her*

Here ya go. Wouldn't want to have to swallow them to save face, eh?

*another chuckle accompanied by a warm smile*
 
Grateful hands accept the cup and as gracefully as she can spit the seed and stems into it. Her mouth is wet with the juice of many cherries. Similar to the tempting wetness on Littlelove's lips.

Much relieved, she gives freek her warmest smile and thanks before trying to get her bearings.

Surf.. salt.. cool ocean air.. and the smell of tea all draw their image of where she is.

Finally opening her eyes properly, "Good morning, you two. Did I hear an Aus roaming around as well?"
 
Grateful hands accept the cup and as gracefully as she can spit the seed and stems into it. Her mouth is wet with the juice of many cherries. Similar to the tempting wetness on Littlelove's lips.

Much relieved, she gives freek her warmest smile and thanks before trying to get her bearings.

Surf.. salt.. cool ocean air.. and the smell of tea all draw their image of where she is.

Finally opening her eyes properly, "Good morning, you two. Did I hear an Aus roaming around as well?"

*seats himself in a chair opposite Angel's couch, one leg propped perpendicular atop the other.*

Indeed you did. She had to depart, but did say she'd return.
 
Angel wakes up from a daze...

"yes... she goes and goes.. I do too actually.."

Angel tilts her head, lounging stretched along the couch.. much more at ease now. "So we haven't met have we?"
 
Not formally, I don't believe. I've seen you around. I'm Fr33k, though I'm sure you'd gathered that from the others...*smiling again, though only partially out of habit and mostly out of geniality*
 
And she's partial to hair pulling and absinthe. A dry voice mentions from the stairs, I smile and walk out to the porch. Although I feel I should mention that may not be the order she prefers. Morning, my sweet angel. It's good to see you here. I mean that my sweet.

And Fr33k, I should place you in charge in my absence.
I accept a tray of fruits and cheeses from the staff and set out the spread for everyone to eat.
 
*shakes Angel's proffered hand, fingers lingering a moment longer than usual in the fey's touch*

Likewise.

*head turning at Aus' entrance, one brow quirking at her comments*

I'm sure the order depends on the time of day...and her mood. And as far as leaving me in charge, that'd be akin to setting bulls in charge of a china shop...
 
And she's partial to hair pulling and absinthe. A dry voice mentions from the stairs, I smile and walk out to the porch. Although I feel I should mention that may not be the order she prefers. Morning, my sweet angel. It's good to see you here. I mean that my sweet.

And Fr33k, I should place you in charge in my absence.
I accept a tray of fruits and cheeses from the staff and set out the spread for everyone to eat.

~Angle laughs brightly~

You always know how to make a girl feel special, Aus. ~a kiss, blown~

And I do think Freek would be a good one to be in charge.. he saved me from a cherry snafu... Oh dont look at me like that.. that snafu happened a long time ago!
 
Nods softly as I spread brie on a cracker.

Well, no worries, and I've got to hand it to you, Fr33k. You've been remarkably well behaved.

And you. My naughty little angel. shakes my head What are we going to do with you?
 
Nods softly as I spread brie on a cracker.

Well, no worries, and I've got to hand it to you, Fr33k. You've been remarkably well behaved.

And you. My naughty little angel. shakes my head What are we going to do with you?

~a playful smirk~

"I think you were on the right track already.. add nails an a little leather worship.. possibly a fang or two.... "
 
Nods softly as I spread brie on a cracker.

Well, no worries, and I've got to hand it to you, Fr33k. You've been remarkably well behaved.

And you. My naughty little angel. shakes my head What are we going to do with you?

Well-behaved....hmmm....I think it's more that I'm an observer first and foremost, and with so many lovelies to observe, I've not been keen to break their particular enchantments...*joins Angel in her smirking, though a bit of a jovial smile seeps in*
 
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