By the Moon - Dream Wizard - The End
The Conclusion.
Dark dreams from a tragic loss ease into a hopeful future with a little help from a special neighbour. From Angst to Sweetness and Fluff. (Promise Dibs - this is happy now *nods*)
Big Thanks to saskia399 who created the Dream Wizards, wrote two lovely stories and PLUNNIED allowed me to play in her verse.
I hope you like and would as always love feedback :) this is deeper than my normal fluff so multiply that ;)
Waxing Shivers - a Shiver by Day - Wash it all Away - Halfway Somewhere - Trading Breaths - a Full Day
Title : Full Moon Promise
Wordcount : 1483
The water is warm as it laps against my skin. I wallow, arms and legs stretched. Flopping over I feel the mild current tug the ends of my hair and gaze up at the clear midnight sky. The moon is bright tonight, a perfect circle surrounded by it’s scattering of stars. People read all of history and future dreams in the stars, I don’t see that. I see only beauty. Dark velvet blue hues that move to black, bright crystal lights that twinkle secrets. Wink at me as they decorate the sky and pay homage to the moon.
Science teaches reflected light but the moon has a power of it’s own and is benevolent as it spies my floating form. The water should be cold with no sun to warm it, yet it is warm and pleasant in the moonlight.
Letting my body sink I hear the thunder of my heart beat, it roars as the water covers my ears and I soar to the surface, breaking the placid pool into a myriad of circles fanning out to fill the pool with ripples. Breathing deep of the exhilaration I clamour out, let the soft breeze dry me as I shake the droplets of water from my air, laughing at the crystalline spray.
There is a quilt on the bank of the pool laid for a simple picnic. Flowers grow in bunches around it, carpeting the ground with colour. There a several paths leading from this little haven and not all look easy, some trees are bare and crooked while other bloom. The light doesn’t dapple every path. Some I know I’ve walked, some are forgotten routes, others I’ve yet to travel. Adventure calls to me, tempts me along those paths new and untried.
Exploration can wait a time. There is no rush. Time doesn’t tick here. Tonight I sit beneath the moon, admire the basket with it’s poppy printed cloth. Tonight I await my friend.
I feel his presence already. Know I’m not alone in this muted world, that he has more connection to the landscape than I can begin to fathom. He’s waited so long for me. With surprise I see his hand over many nights, that gentle nudge for months of time forgotten. My eyes prickle but tonight is not for tears. Tonight I wait for him, he doesn’t disappoint me.
Hands stroke my shoulders and breath tickles my neck. Every nerve ends comes alive as those hands slide slowly down my arms soothing the goosebumps that rise. I let my head fall back to the strong shoulder behind and the hands pause to consider. I’m gripped before they move on, smooth up my sides feeding tremors, finger my collar bone and finger flick my neck. Steadily my chest is covered by flat palms. No lingering torture just a cool steady stoke. Light presses to my ribs that reminds my lungs to breath. Fresh cool air with a taste I can not place.
The hands rest upon my hips. Undemanding. Thumbs circle there, a comfortable absent touch. Nestling back I feel his heart beat, strong and vibrant. There’s strength in the body that supports me and it makes me fragile. A small safe creature cowering in another’s shadow.
No more. Though he’s yet to know this.
Deliberately I turn. Kneel as he is. Knees touching, bodies angled. We are naked I think, bare to the elements and each other. Funny I’ve not noticed this, stranger still I’ve no desire to hide. My surface scars show in the moonlight but the deeper ones are healing over. Kneeling up, our chests align, calm to a regular matching beat. His breath meets mine, mingles. His eyes reflect the sky. Are the sky, and I could dwell there.
Smiling I concentrate, I really look, take in this friend that holds me. Will release me in a stuttered heart beat, would follow me and see me safe. Midnight eyes and worried lowered brow. I lift a hand that moves through heavy air and find it thin as my fingers touch that brow. Ease the worry and cause a wondered flicker. The fleeting kiss I press is electric. Sparks take us both in a shudder and gasp.
Looking to those eyes I test my voice, find it stronger than I knew. Loud and confident in this space.
‘Ben’ I name my secret friend. And whisper ’Thank you’
Time warps and movements blur. I’m kissed in wonder and feel great wild joy that’s not all mine. Words are exchanged, strange ones and sweet. I learn of Dream Wizards. A select group who can travel the moons rays in the land of dreams. Can lighten the shadows to ease a troubled mind. There are downsides he says, voice low and heavy, but it can be a wondrous thing. He kisses me then. Our mouths parting for tongues to delve deeper than before. My hands move of their own violation and find new planes to explore.
I’m hungrier than in recent memory. Fevered my hands drag along skin and my nails press. Open mouthed kisses rain down on me and I return them with equal need. There is a hint of teeth as tongues laver and suckling of neck and chest. Dark roses bloom on pale flesh and scars are kissed away. We fall together in a tangle of desperate arms and legs. Claw to get nearer. Rough as we re-align.
I cling like a limpet to it’s rock. Hold tight to this patient friend. To Ben. To Ben who holds me ever closer, kisses me ever deeper.
I feel his bodies probe and press back eager. In this world there is no hesitation. I’ve none of the shame or indecision that plague my normal day. I want this. Need this. This old familiar dance. Our bodies take the lead and our minds race to keep up, to remember the steps and learn new. To learn what pleases this love that holds me tight.
Everything pleases me. Every touch a revelation. Stars sparkle brighter over head. Everything is new and touches deeper. The first slide of his body into mine breaks barriers, downs shields. I’m crying. My face so wet it causes pause. Digging my heels into his back I urge him on, tell him without words that is this right, that I want this. Want him.
Ben whispers my name. Prays it as he worships me. The kisses loose aim, his mouth open on my skin. I feel him deep inside me and hunger still. We ride it out together this lunacy that takes us. Finish weary and sated. Bodies linked as we rest there.
I see Ben touch a flower, a poppy that makes me smile, our fingers link there. Part of us, but distant, as I sigh and fade away.
Waking I know new truths and ponder mysteries out of reach. My body aches and my stretch is magic to my muscles. Showering feels divine. I’m decadent today and laugh gaily at myself, sound stolen by the shower. Dressing I chose comfy clothes that hang a little loose. The colours compliment my skin.
Hair still wet I munch my toast and slurp my coffee, add extra cream and swirl it in, create galaxies in my mug.
I hear Ben stir, his door slam as he makes his way to work. Our last evening is a bright splash on the canvas of my life. Tonight is a promise more. Not thinking much I open my door, holler good day and grin when I see him stumble. Sleepily he steps back to greet me, eyeing me for secrets to the giddy pleasure. Secrets I don’t know to share.
Impulse beckons. Impish in this new day. I remind him of our plans and hopes he is an able cook. His wary look is heady and the stammered reassurance makes me laugh. He grins at me, eats up my pleasure and the look is familiar on his face. I give in to the teasing temptation. Lean in and steal a kiss.
His lips are soft, giving beneath mine. Oddly familiar as our tongues duel. I feel I know him better, though this can’t be so. His hands are welcome as he hugs me. Nerves take me and I step back flush and stammer my goodbyes. He swallows hard and echoes it. Blinking back thoughts as he stumbles on his way.
I close my door, hear it’s click and touch my burning lips. My eyes go to my photo on it’s lonely table and I sweep it up. Replace it central on my sideboard. The flower too.
My past is always with me, it colours who I am. It doesn’t judge or bind me. I’m alive and free to love. To tangle. Nodding at Keith, smiling ever from the past, I plan my day.
My evening can take care of itself.
x
Dark dreams from a tragic loss ease into a hopeful future with a little help from a special neighbour. From Angst to Sweetness and Fluff. (Promise Dibs - this is happy now *nods*)
Big Thanks to saskia399 who created the Dream Wizards, wrote two lovely stories and PLUNNIED allowed me to play in her verse.
I hope you like and would as always love feedback :) this is deeper than my normal fluff so multiply that ;)
Waxing Shivers - a Shiver by Day - Wash it all Away - Halfway Somewhere - Trading Breaths - a Full Day
Title : Full Moon Promise
Wordcount : 1483
The water is warm as it laps against my skin. I wallow, arms and legs stretched. Flopping over I feel the mild current tug the ends of my hair and gaze up at the clear midnight sky. The moon is bright tonight, a perfect circle surrounded by it’s scattering of stars. People read all of history and future dreams in the stars, I don’t see that. I see only beauty. Dark velvet blue hues that move to black, bright crystal lights that twinkle secrets. Wink at me as they decorate the sky and pay homage to the moon.
Science teaches reflected light but the moon has a power of it’s own and is benevolent as it spies my floating form. The water should be cold with no sun to warm it, yet it is warm and pleasant in the moonlight.
Letting my body sink I hear the thunder of my heart beat, it roars as the water covers my ears and I soar to the surface, breaking the placid pool into a myriad of circles fanning out to fill the pool with ripples. Breathing deep of the exhilaration I clamour out, let the soft breeze dry me as I shake the droplets of water from my air, laughing at the crystalline spray.
There is a quilt on the bank of the pool laid for a simple picnic. Flowers grow in bunches around it, carpeting the ground with colour. There a several paths leading from this little haven and not all look easy, some trees are bare and crooked while other bloom. The light doesn’t dapple every path. Some I know I’ve walked, some are forgotten routes, others I’ve yet to travel. Adventure calls to me, tempts me along those paths new and untried.
Exploration can wait a time. There is no rush. Time doesn’t tick here. Tonight I sit beneath the moon, admire the basket with it’s poppy printed cloth. Tonight I await my friend.
I feel his presence already. Know I’m not alone in this muted world, that he has more connection to the landscape than I can begin to fathom. He’s waited so long for me. With surprise I see his hand over many nights, that gentle nudge for months of time forgotten. My eyes prickle but tonight is not for tears. Tonight I wait for him, he doesn’t disappoint me.
Hands stroke my shoulders and breath tickles my neck. Every nerve ends comes alive as those hands slide slowly down my arms soothing the goosebumps that rise. I let my head fall back to the strong shoulder behind and the hands pause to consider. I’m gripped before they move on, smooth up my sides feeding tremors, finger my collar bone and finger flick my neck. Steadily my chest is covered by flat palms. No lingering torture just a cool steady stoke. Light presses to my ribs that reminds my lungs to breath. Fresh cool air with a taste I can not place.
The hands rest upon my hips. Undemanding. Thumbs circle there, a comfortable absent touch. Nestling back I feel his heart beat, strong and vibrant. There’s strength in the body that supports me and it makes me fragile. A small safe creature cowering in another’s shadow.
No more. Though he’s yet to know this.
Deliberately I turn. Kneel as he is. Knees touching, bodies angled. We are naked I think, bare to the elements and each other. Funny I’ve not noticed this, stranger still I’ve no desire to hide. My surface scars show in the moonlight but the deeper ones are healing over. Kneeling up, our chests align, calm to a regular matching beat. His breath meets mine, mingles. His eyes reflect the sky. Are the sky, and I could dwell there.
Smiling I concentrate, I really look, take in this friend that holds me. Will release me in a stuttered heart beat, would follow me and see me safe. Midnight eyes and worried lowered brow. I lift a hand that moves through heavy air and find it thin as my fingers touch that brow. Ease the worry and cause a wondered flicker. The fleeting kiss I press is electric. Sparks take us both in a shudder and gasp.
Looking to those eyes I test my voice, find it stronger than I knew. Loud and confident in this space.
‘Ben’ I name my secret friend. And whisper ’Thank you’
Time warps and movements blur. I’m kissed in wonder and feel great wild joy that’s not all mine. Words are exchanged, strange ones and sweet. I learn of Dream Wizards. A select group who can travel the moons rays in the land of dreams. Can lighten the shadows to ease a troubled mind. There are downsides he says, voice low and heavy, but it can be a wondrous thing. He kisses me then. Our mouths parting for tongues to delve deeper than before. My hands move of their own violation and find new planes to explore.
I’m hungrier than in recent memory. Fevered my hands drag along skin and my nails press. Open mouthed kisses rain down on me and I return them with equal need. There is a hint of teeth as tongues laver and suckling of neck and chest. Dark roses bloom on pale flesh and scars are kissed away. We fall together in a tangle of desperate arms and legs. Claw to get nearer. Rough as we re-align.
I cling like a limpet to it’s rock. Hold tight to this patient friend. To Ben. To Ben who holds me ever closer, kisses me ever deeper.
I feel his bodies probe and press back eager. In this world there is no hesitation. I’ve none of the shame or indecision that plague my normal day. I want this. Need this. This old familiar dance. Our bodies take the lead and our minds race to keep up, to remember the steps and learn new. To learn what pleases this love that holds me tight.
Everything pleases me. Every touch a revelation. Stars sparkle brighter over head. Everything is new and touches deeper. The first slide of his body into mine breaks barriers, downs shields. I’m crying. My face so wet it causes pause. Digging my heels into his back I urge him on, tell him without words that is this right, that I want this. Want him.
Ben whispers my name. Prays it as he worships me. The kisses loose aim, his mouth open on my skin. I feel him deep inside me and hunger still. We ride it out together this lunacy that takes us. Finish weary and sated. Bodies linked as we rest there.
I see Ben touch a flower, a poppy that makes me smile, our fingers link there. Part of us, but distant, as I sigh and fade away.
Waking I know new truths and ponder mysteries out of reach. My body aches and my stretch is magic to my muscles. Showering feels divine. I’m decadent today and laugh gaily at myself, sound stolen by the shower. Dressing I chose comfy clothes that hang a little loose. The colours compliment my skin.
Hair still wet I munch my toast and slurp my coffee, add extra cream and swirl it in, create galaxies in my mug.
I hear Ben stir, his door slam as he makes his way to work. Our last evening is a bright splash on the canvas of my life. Tonight is a promise more. Not thinking much I open my door, holler good day and grin when I see him stumble. Sleepily he steps back to greet me, eyeing me for secrets to the giddy pleasure. Secrets I don’t know to share.
Impulse beckons. Impish in this new day. I remind him of our plans and hopes he is an able cook. His wary look is heady and the stammered reassurance makes me laugh. He grins at me, eats up my pleasure and the look is familiar on his face. I give in to the teasing temptation. Lean in and steal a kiss.
His lips are soft, giving beneath mine. Oddly familiar as our tongues duel. I feel I know him better, though this can’t be so. His hands are welcome as he hugs me. Nerves take me and I step back flush and stammer my goodbyes. He swallows hard and echoes it. Blinking back thoughts as he stumbles on his way.
I close my door, hear it’s click and touch my burning lips. My eyes go to my photo on it’s lonely table and I sweep it up. Replace it central on my sideboard. The flower too.
My past is always with me, it colours who I am. It doesn’t judge or bind me. I’m alive and free to love. To tangle. Nodding at Keith, smiling ever from the past, I plan my day.
My evening can take care of itself.
x