[The gentle sweet singin' of leaves in the wind] The whisper that calls after you in the night...
"Shadow...Scáth!! Dude, I am so not kidding here..."
With a grunt, Rian managed to shove the massive wolf dog off her lap, and off her laptop computer. Shadow was of the same mind as most big, heavy dogs...he figured anything a Yorkie could do, he could do better.
That included curling up in her lap.
From her place on the floor, she had to lift her head just a little as he stood beside her, then leaned up to kiss his cheek. The large, wet tongue that ran over her features got a giggle, making her jerk away with a grin and pat the sofa cushion behind her.
"C'mon...get up here." she instructed with a smile, watching as he hopped up on the sofa and curled up behind her, allowing her to lean back and rest her head against one massive paw. It was relatively late, AJ was in bed, and she was still surfing the net with only Shadow for company...and now had a cell phone number in front of her, along with a jpeg file on her screen of one of the tattoos she'd been considering.
Ruairi said his son designed them along with application and actual spellwork...and while the fairy and runes she'd come up with was pretty, she wasn't sure how well it would work out. The sigil on her hip she got from Sam, and the pentagram on her ankle...well, she couldn't really go wrong with the traditional stuff.
Shifting the laptop off her lap, she stood, tugging on the waistband of her loose linen pants to try and keep them from chafing her bandage as she padded across the room to grab her cell phone off the coffee table and went back to her computer, dialing the number on the screen. Couldn't hurt to call, especially if it went to voicemail...
...which it did as she stretched out on the sofa. Shadow shifted places, allowing her to lie down and pillow her head against him as he curled up in the space between her body and the back of the couch. His big, furry body was a comfort...and for a moment, she wished that it wasn't a dog's body. God, she missed men...
"Hello...Tadhg?" she began when the beep on his voicemail sounded. "Crap...I hope I'm pronouncing that right. Uh...my name's Rian Baxter, I got your number from your dad? Total referral thing...he's a friend of my grandfather's, and he's dating my buddy Abby, and I'm babbling, so time for The Point: Ruairi told me you do some tattoo work? I'm in the market for some specific stuff to be done. Witchy work, so I'm sorta rocking the arcane symbols and those can be tricky. Soooo, I live in LA, and you don't. If you can call me back, that'd be really fab...no rush, Ru says you tend towards the busy and into your work, which I totally understand...writer up in here. So...yeah. That's it. I'd like to get your address, maybe your rates...set up a time I could come by. I could possibly hit Santa B this weekend, or next, so...whatever's good. 818-554-8899...I'll probably be in bed within the hour, but if I miss you, just hit me with a voicemail. I use this number for work, so I check it like a mad bitch...and now I have to go before I run out of time on this thing. Sorry! Uhm...have a good night. Later."
Hanging up her phone, Rian sighed and frowned, shifting uncomfortably as Shadow's leisurely thumping tail brushed her hip. Tilting her head, she pouted at him and growled, an unconscious thread of power going out with it. He growled back, and in the sound, she felt words.
Sorry, Mistress.
Grinning, she tilted her head to kiss his side, shutting her eyes as she set her phone on the back of the couch. The dog was warm, the couch was comfy, and her bandage wasn't chafing...
Her neck would make her pay, but screw bedtime...maybe tonight, in lieu of a man, she'd just sleep with the puppy instead.
With a grunt, Rian managed to shove the massive wolf dog off her lap, and off her laptop computer. Shadow was of the same mind as most big, heavy dogs...he figured anything a Yorkie could do, he could do better.
That included curling up in her lap.
From her place on the floor, she had to lift her head just a little as he stood beside her, then leaned up to kiss his cheek. The large, wet tongue that ran over her features got a giggle, making her jerk away with a grin and pat the sofa cushion behind her.
"C'mon...get up here." she instructed with a smile, watching as he hopped up on the sofa and curled up behind her, allowing her to lean back and rest her head against one massive paw. It was relatively late, AJ was in bed, and she was still surfing the net with only Shadow for company...and now had a cell phone number in front of her, along with a jpeg file on her screen of one of the tattoos she'd been considering.
Ruairi said his son designed them along with application and actual spellwork...and while the fairy and runes she'd come up with was pretty, she wasn't sure how well it would work out. The sigil on her hip she got from Sam, and the pentagram on her ankle...well, she couldn't really go wrong with the traditional stuff.
Shifting the laptop off her lap, she stood, tugging on the waistband of her loose linen pants to try and keep them from chafing her bandage as she padded across the room to grab her cell phone off the coffee table and went back to her computer, dialing the number on the screen. Couldn't hurt to call, especially if it went to voicemail...
...which it did as she stretched out on the sofa. Shadow shifted places, allowing her to lie down and pillow her head against him as he curled up in the space between her body and the back of the couch. His big, furry body was a comfort...and for a moment, she wished that it wasn't a dog's body. God, she missed men...
"Hello...Tadhg?" she began when the beep on his voicemail sounded. "Crap...I hope I'm pronouncing that right. Uh...my name's Rian Baxter, I got your number from your dad? Total referral thing...he's a friend of my grandfather's, and he's dating my buddy Abby, and I'm babbling, so time for The Point: Ruairi told me you do some tattoo work? I'm in the market for some specific stuff to be done. Witchy work, so I'm sorta rocking the arcane symbols and those can be tricky. Soooo, I live in LA, and you don't. If you can call me back, that'd be really fab...no rush, Ru says you tend towards the busy and into your work, which I totally understand...writer up in here. So...yeah. That's it. I'd like to get your address, maybe your rates...set up a time I could come by. I could possibly hit Santa B this weekend, or next, so...whatever's good. 818-554-8899...I'll probably be in bed within the hour, but if I miss you, just hit me with a voicemail. I use this number for work, so I check it like a mad bitch...and now I have to go before I run out of time on this thing. Sorry! Uhm...have a good night. Later."
Hanging up her phone, Rian sighed and frowned, shifting uncomfortably as Shadow's leisurely thumping tail brushed her hip. Tilting her head, she pouted at him and growled, an unconscious thread of power going out with it. He growled back, and in the sound, she felt words.
Sorry, Mistress.
Grinning, she tilted her head to kiss his side, shutting her eyes as she set her phone on the back of the couch. The dog was warm, the couch was comfy, and her bandage wasn't chafing...
Her neck would make her pay, but screw bedtime...maybe tonight, in lieu of a man, she'd just sleep with the puppy instead.