In the Dark of Dreaming -- Homecomings -- Group
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>07-07-2011, 19:49:05</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>07-07-2011, 20:09:30</strong>
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				Home, they were home; at least that was what she told herself as the plane set down on the tarmac and started taxing to the hanger. There were, of course, a few perks to being whatever it was she had become. Princess of the Shinning Court, yes, that, but also one of the three candidates for High Ruler over the world of the Pure. And she had never wanted it. Closing her eyes Dawn rested her head against the window, feeling the cool plexi glass against her cheek. <br><br>D.C. would hopefully be different from being in the midst of the Kingdom of the Hearts, being part of the Shinning Court. Upside at least was that no Court directly had influence over D.C., that was part of the agreement humans had made with them, though Maryland still fell in the Kingdom of Liberty. But D.C. could be hers, modern, political, but human politics, not the Pure's. That was some relief. The fasten seat belt sound went off, meaning they could stand now and so she did, happy that her seat was in the front, away from her guards and handmaidens, grateful for any sort of privacy she could have these days. Absently, for in the past few months she had gotten use to it, she spun her glamor around her, making her appear utterly mortal. It wove itself into the same glamor that had protected her for twenty seven years and given her a wonderful childhood. Though compared to most in her new world she was still a child. <br><br>Her starlight hair was simply a pale golden blond now, and her eyes just seemed to be dark blue; smoothing down the grey suit skirt that covered her upper legs she picked up her satchel, a well worn leather bag from her college days, and the blazer that went with the skirt before making her way to the exit. The flight attendants, air tied elements she believed, had set down the stairs already and dipped slight curtsies to her as she passed. <br><br>Yet another thing she was not going to miss in the least. <br><br>Out in the slightly humid late spring air she found herself smiling even as her white shirt started to cling to her skin more, loosing some of its elegance, not much though. This was, had been home for years now. Ever since she left Columbia after graduation and she loved the thriving feel of the city, the corruption and glory side by side, the hopes that flourished, the grandeur of the old State buildings. She wanted to go back to her old apartment, wanted to get to work. But instead of reporting this time she would be the one reported on. <br><br>This was suppose to be a diplomatic mission after all, she had become the new face of the Pure to America which meant she got things like White House dinner's as the guest of honor. Lucky her.&nbsp; <br><br>A stretch limo was waiting for them, which nearly made her shake her head. They expected them all to pile in there? With luggage? But then her eyes spied a SUV, as black as the limo, waiting as well. Smart. This was of course all paid for by the Shinning Court; couldn't have their heir and their High Ruler hopeful seem anything less then posh. Turning Dawn watched as her 'people' left the plane, the handmaiden's first, three of them. And then the guards, Connal, Roarke, Gwydion, being those closest to her. There were others, new men assigned to her who she didn't really know yet. Four of them all told. She gestured for Connal, Roarke and Gwydion to join her in the limo along with the handmaidens, the others could ride in the SUV wherever they were going. <br><br>A few of them had been unsettled by the plane, she wondered how they would take to cars, or busy streets, or hell anything modern. It was going to be a very long day. 
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				Post by: <strong>lollipop</strong> on <strong>07-07-2011, 23:05:58</strong>
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				<strong>Cecily Cochran</strong><br><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/Cecily.jpg)</div> They weren’t trees, so much as really tall bushes. Their trunks thin enough so that the entire tree swayed with the gentlest wind. It wasn’t like home, like the large strong pines whose trunks never faltered. But here, the beasts were stronger than the trees. And one such beast was the reason for her being here. He would smell her soon and come to deal with her trespassing. So Cecily walked and she waited, no fear of what waited and watched her.<br><br>She heard him first, the soft crunch of grass and twig, the gentle paw against dirt. It amazed Cecily that a beast so large could move with such elegance and grace. Though it shouldn’t, her father too was capable of such feats. His anger rushed her next. She felt it flow off of him and blast into her. Were she merely human, had she ignored the danger signs and found herself in this position … she’d likely be dead very soon. <br><br>But she wasn’t human, no matter what her appearance was. No matter how much she wanted to be simply human … she wasn’t. So she stayed still and did not turn. Cecily kept her glamour in tact, but let her true essence flow from her and to him. She listened as he snorted curiously, smelling her for what she was really. Only then, when she felt his anger wane did she turn fully and stare down the lion.<br><br>His mane was thicker than most and his height spoke of power as much as the scars the riveted his muscular form. Legends of the tribes near this particular den, spoke of his might and did so with fear. Even her guides had screamed and shouted as she’d moved off without them. Now she was sure they’d be ransacking her camp, thinking her dead. None of the mattered, not now, not when she was this close to him. She’d spent six months trying to get here. Six months searching for this one, for this beast … king of the jungle, the savanna, the entire African continent. And a magnificent king he was.<br><br>Knowing her place, showing him his due respect, and lining up for the perfect shot, Cecily knelt in the dirt in front of him. And when she cast her eyes upon him, her camera (worth more than most spent on a car) in her left hand, she let him know her and what she was about. And he gave her the same. She saw his pride, both the mothers and the cubs, and she saw his home the way he saw it. No he didn’t fear humans, though he feared those like her and their weapons. So she showed him her camera was not a weapon, let him see through her eyes what she used it for. <br><br>And Cecily was smiling as he approached, smiling as she lifted the camera to her eye and focused the lens, and smiling with triumph as he roared. <br><br><hr><br>Cecily was antsy on the plane, even more so since her lay over in France. It was bad enough, spending so many months in Africa and then throwing herself back into the fray of humanity. But add to it that her best friend was … well … not what she’d thought she was all these years. But, if the “Fae Cinderella” articles were true, Dawn had as much knowledge of her heritage as Cecily did. Which made her much less the deceiver than Cecily.<br><br>Cecily knew exactly what she was and chose to ignore it and most aspects of it. She was the one who had lied and deceived those she cared very much for … including Dawn. And now she’d have to answer it, because if it was true, if Dawn was the potential high ruler … then Cecily owed her that much. And Dawn would know, if nothing else would know just by Cecily’s inability to properly lie. Which was ludicrous since her entire life to this point was a lie. <br><br>She missed Dawn, she missed DC, she just missed her life. More than six months away had made her miss a lot of things. All she had wanted was to go back to normal, but apparently normal wasn’t going to be found. At least not as it was before Cecily left. She worried for Dawn too, knowing things must not be that easy for her either, especially with the press and with her new found political commitments. <br><br>Shaking her head, Cecily went back to sorting her photographs … paying particular homage to one of a roaring lion, far too close to have been safe. The power and the glory in the shot made her shiver. She’d go back some day, to see his life and his pride. She owed him that much. But she’d go back … after he won her a Pulitzer. <br><br>By the time she was off the plane and through customs, Cecily had her phone out and waited patiently for voice mail. It was the last number she had for Dawn and as the beep sounded … a six ton brick of emotions flooded from Cecily.<br><br>Happiness.<br><br>“Dawn! Hey! I’m back and so I see you are too, though I never knew you left …”<br><br>Annoyance.<br><br>“Could you have managed an email?”<br><br>Fear.<br><br>“I really hope you’re alright, I worry about you.”<br><br>Love.<br><br>“We need to talk and soon. I’ve miss you. Be safe. Call me as soon as you get this.”
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				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>15-09-2011, 23:16:45</strong>
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				It amused him to watch the others on the plane.&nbsp; Of all of Dawn's guards he was the farthest from the typical warrior.&nbsp; He smiled as he saw the older Pure, the knights full of honor and strength, shift uncomfortably.&nbsp; The sky was not their place and the technology that made up the plane was human and modern.&nbsp; The newer guards were younger Pure and more attuned to such mortal things.&nbsp; And they were calm.&nbsp; Calm had replaced valor with the modern human world.&nbsp; He watched them and shook his head.&nbsp; They were not knights, they were bodyguards, security.&nbsp; It was good since they were entering DC.&nbsp; And while he did not know them as well as he did the others, he had no doubt that they were brave and loyal.&nbsp; Some questioned what place he had among such honorable Pure as the child of a shadow and a beast.&nbsp; He was not a fighter like the rest.&nbsp; He had forsaken his Queen to swear himself to Dawn but the dark acts he'd carried out for her followed him.&nbsp; <br><br>He smiled when he realized some had begun to return his gaze.&nbsp; He could care less what they thought.&nbsp; They knew of his oath and that was enough to placate their distrust.&nbsp; There was only one who's opinion mattered and she knew how he felt, that he would follow her anywhere and do anything for her.&nbsp; Even those things her other guards might be too honorable to consider if it came to it.<br><br>The plane's decent interrupted his musing and he rose eagerly to disembark once they were on the ground.&nbsp; His glamour masked him, hiding his inhuman features and leaving him just a slight and nondescript man in a dark suit.&nbsp; He adjusted the matching dark shades before exiting.&nbsp; He made his way to the limo, lips curling to see Dawn after the long flight.<br><br>"So, does it feel good to be home?" he asked as he moved near and reached to touch her elbow lightly.
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>16-09-2011, 07:25:16</strong>
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				Once everyone was safely off the plane and started to slip into the cars as she had directed them she let her attention be taken by Roarke, he had come to her side and touched her elbow with that slight touch that spoke of respect but also the depth of their connection. He was the most unusual of her guards and yet the one she had found herself falling in love with the most. Ironic really, particularly considering that Connal, who slid into the limo with a tight face, had been the man she had been dreaming about since she was sixteen not to mention according to rumor her soul mate. Or rather she was his soul mate reborn, at least that was what he said. She wasn't so sure. He could have been upset over the metal objects they traveled in, he was one of the 'old guard' or upset over the fact that she let Roarke touch her.<br><br>Really, some of the Pure could be such snobs about their bloodlines. It annoyed the ever living hell out of her but she smiled at Roarke warmly rather then let her thoughts linger on things that made her unhappy. The list seemed to grow by the day.<br><br>"It does, though I'm worried the others won't adjust well. At least you and Gwydion have some basis for the modern world. That should help things." Glancing around her she noted that everyone, and the baggage, was in the cars and so she slipped into the limo herself, taking his hand in hers and tugging him after her. <br><br>Connal had chosen to sit on the side rather then on the back seat, his face focused forward and she had a moment of wondering if he was going to be car sick. That or he was punishing her. Well and good, she'd rather sit between the Harper and Roarke anyway. Her body still ached sometimes from the last time she and Roarke had stolen any time together, right after the evening she had spent with the Wild King. Odd to think so much had passed, finding out that her father had in fact murdered her true mother, realizing she would never be safe in the Shinning Court and was risking the lives of those around her by staying and putting down her foot and using all the political know how her career had taught her to get her way and get on a plane back to D.C.<br><br>Gwydion pressed the button to let the driver know that he could start driving, the man was only her 'guard' because he chose to be and as one who had entertained the 'career', rather a pastime for him, of being a rock star for the past forty years or so he knew how limos and such worked. She smiled at the men, speaking lightly. <br><br>"I know you all wanted information about where we were going and I withheld it until we were alone, I hope you forgive me." Dawn reached for her satchel then and drew out folders, three of them, one that she handed to each of the men aware that their protection styles were wildly different. "Staying in D.C. proper is expensive and dangerous, I'd rather not stay at a hotel and I know that most of our companions would feel uneasy there, most commute in so I arranged for us to have a rental property (http://www.homeaway.com/vacation-rental/p922712) with the money the Court funded us. Its ours for as long as we want it and any modifications we need are approved. I hope you approve of my choice...it was somewhere my parents and I rented on the first vacation after I landed my first job here."<br><br>A sad smile touched her lips then, thinking of the 'parent's' who had raised her and who now she had lost, her mother killed and her father vanished; normally she tried not to think of them, not wanting to face the grief she still wasn't sure she could handle. About to close her satchel and move on she realized her phone was vibrating in the bottom of the bag, she had missed a call. <br><br>"Forgive me for a moment..." she tugged the cell phone out and flipped it open, bringing up her voice mail to listen to it. Cecily. She could hear all the emotions that lay in her old friend's voice and she sighed, wanting to call right back. But that would be too complicated, better to do this in person. So she typed out a text message quickly, sending it before she could second guess herself. <em>Hey C, its all complicated. Please come meet me tonight, the Cove house in St. Michael's. I miss you too, so much.</em>. The blond made herself turn back to the men rather then think about her friend.<br><br>"So...thoughts?"
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				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>14-10-2011, 17:49:20</strong>
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				Roarke took the folder and set himself to looking over the pictures and floorplans inside.&nbsp; Staying in a hotel would have been a nightmare for security and privacy.&nbsp; This house would offer more of both.&nbsp; Of course, it invited a less subtle attack if someone...&nbsp; Though as he considered it he had to admit that any of the princess' enemies that might be so bold wouldn't have let the risk of dozens of innocent humans stop them.&nbsp; While she checked her phone he started to look over the info with a more critical eye.&nbsp; If it were he trying to slip in to steal or spy or harm.&nbsp; <br><br>He closed the folder when she spoke.<br><br>"I agree that staying outside the city is safer and I'm sure all of us will have some thoughts for security once we've arrived."&nbsp; He smiled and reached to squeeze her hand.&nbsp; "I hope this place still holds some good memories for you."
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>19-10-2011, 21:48:53</strong>
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				Roarke was the first to answer, which didn't surprise her. Connal was horribly tight lipped lately and Gwydion took his time; but he knew the most about modern houses. Dawn gave her lover a simple in reply, squeezing his hand as well as she let herself sigh thinking of her parents. "Perhaps it is simply best to wait and see what thoughts are once we arrive. I'm sure the others will have more to say as well."<br><br>She spoke, referring to the men and women in the other cars following the limo through the D.C. area. "It does, and perhaps we will make more. Which means I don't want it to be destroyed."<br><br>Gywdion laughed then slightly, shaking his head as he leaned in and kissed her cheek. "Don't fret so my princess, I'll make a few calls to heighten the mortal mode of security once we get there and I'm sure the others will have the tricks learned from their times in their respective Courts." The blond nodded and leaned slightly into the Harper, relaxing with him. He had been the very first of the Pure she had ever seen, ever had contact with and he lived equally in the magical realm and the mortal one. It was reassuring to have him around, to hear him laugh and seem so confident. <br><br>The drive seemed to fly by, certainly faster then most drives she had made through the area by herself in her own car. Soon they were St. Michaels and then pulling into the estate. Everyone seemed to work well together as they unloaded the cars and selected bedrooms, two of the handmaidens leaving to go shopping for food and the like, through glamored to appear merely human. <br><br>Connal and Dawn spent a good hour arguing over what bedroom she should use, he favored something upstairs, saying the master room on the ground floor was too exposed but she pointed out that wards could be tied to the earth and stronger that way and more easily escaped. Finally giving up on getting it settled Dawn left the men to themselves and went into the master bedroom with a firm shut of the door. "Dawn, at least..."<br><br>"No!" she shouted through the locked door at her Captain of the guard, seething. "I'm only changing and this is closer then running upstairs so you can deal." <br><br>There was no room to argue there and she was sure Connal was storming off then to do something himself. Pushing him and other concerns from her mind Dawn changed from her traveling clothes into a swimsuit and grabbed a towel; working out some stress in the pool sounded like a lovely idea. There was no response on her phone from Cecily yet, or from the email she had sent to Cernunnos. It seemed she was alone with her 'routine'. What fun.&nbsp; She left the house through the garden rather then going back into the hallway; any of them that wanted to know where she was could easily read her aura after all, and quickly made her way to the pool. Discarding her towel and her phone on a pool bench the woman dived straight in to the crisp cool water. 
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				Post by: <strong>lollipop</strong> on <strong>21-10-2011, 01:22:35</strong>
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				<strong>Cecily Cochran<br></strong><br>At home she showered before doing anything else, choosing to plug the ipod into its speaker port and listen to music rather than turn on the news. It wasn’t that she disliked what she would see; more she would much prefer to hear it from her friend. They had so much to talk about, so many secrets to share. Dawn was embracing something far greater than what Cecily had run away from. <br><br>Out of the shower, a towel wrapped tightly around her, Cecily rubbed the steam from the mirror and saw her own tired face staring back at her. She’d run from what she was and somehow in doing so, run right back into it. There really was no escaping it, her father had been right about that.<br><br>Staring at her reflection in the mirror Cecily dropped all pretenses and her glamour as well. What looked back at her wasn’t much different, save for the antlers and the shimmering amber skin. Was life really easier like this? She doubted it. But did it change who she was? No. Knowing who Dawn really was didn’t change much either, she loved her just as she had before. She worried more, now. Not for her physical safety, The Shinning Court would see to that, but for her emotions. What a drastic change fate had forced upon her.<br><br>Several moments later, glamour back in place, Cecily heard her phone go off. The tell tale ping of a text message. Shrugging, she picked it up and grinned.<br><br><em>Hey C, its all complicated. Please come meet me tonight, the Cove house in St. Michael's. I miss you too, so much..</em><br><br>Cecily knew exactly how complicated it was. It only made her worry more for her friend. It didn’t take long, however, for Cecily to set out on her way. The small, severely abused, sports car still managed to slide in and out of traffic as if it hadn’t looked like it rolled off of the wrong side of a cliff. <br><br>She kept the music loud, loud to drown out everything around her. She didn’t want to think, didn’t want to imagine what Dawn might say and knowing that she had to tell her … she couldn’t hide who she was from who Dawn was. It didn’t work that way. She also worried, in the back of her mind, that things would be different now.<br><br>Could she have her friend the way her friend was now and still manage to live the life she’d lived. She didn’t want to go back to before, to go back to the oppression she’d felt at her father’s hands and she d grown to love her life as a human. She was confused, a bit scared, and excited all at the same time.<br><br>Cecily wasn’t the type to worry much over what she should do and when, she mostly went on intuition alone. And it was that intuition that had her hopping immediately from her car and walking up to the house. A gentle splash caught her attention, she knew enough about to Dawn to turn and move lithely through the gardens.<br><br>Moving through the outdoors might be the one sign to give her away. Her steps were too easy, too light, and too nimble to be human. Her approach to the pool gave no regard to the guards that would surely be lurking close by. She’d dealt with their type before, she didn’t fear them. Why should one have fear when one meant no harm?<br><br>Kicking off the sandals she’d worn, Cecily rolled up her jeans, and plopped down beside the pool her friend had just jumped into. The water was cool against her feet as she dipped them in and waited. She had no intention of surprising Dawn, but rather realized her friend seemed so peaceful that she didn’t want to disturb her.
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>27-10-2011, 22:57:58</strong>
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				Feet dipped into the water of the pool, thanks to her 'new' hearing she could tell that even though she was underwater swimming in the opposite direction. Sometimes the perks of her actual Pure being were rather nice. Dawn still swam completely to the other side of the pool and flipped herself around again to head back, underwater and not bothering to see who had joined her. Now there was <em>always</em> someone watching her. At least this someone had made it clear they were there. <br><br>Cutting through the water in clean fast strokes she focused on calming herself so that she didn't loose her temper on whoever it was that joined her, it took little time to reach the side of the pool and once her hand latched onto the ledge she let herself surface, drawing in a deep breath of air.<br><br>When the water cleared from her eyes though and she saw Cecily sitting there she let out a strangled sound of joy and hauled herself up onto the side of the pool before hugging her best friend so tight the other woman probably lacked for air for a moment. Dawn didn't give a damn about getting Cecily wet either; there was someone here who had known her before all this insanity and she had come to see her, for her. Not for fucking politics. "Oh Ce! Its so good to see you again, things got so crazy and...."<br><br>The words trailed off as she let go of the hug and pulled back a little only to realize that her 'new' eyes were seeing things on her friend that hadn't been there before. Like antlers. And shimmering skin. Cecily was a Pure. The blond's eyes widened and she went still, her lips compressing. "Ce...you..you're....please tell me you didn't become my friend because of Pure politics..."
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				Post by: <strong>lollipop</strong> on <strong>04-11-2011, 00:38:49</strong>
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				<strong>Cecily Cochran</strong><br><br>Cecily watched her friend glide through the water and the smirk was quick upon her face. Dawn knew someone was there; Cecily didn’t have to be fae to figure that one out. But the smirk was because Dawn didn’t know who was there. She wanted to giggle, to kick water at Dawn, but knew better. Things weren’t as they had been before. At least, they weren’t that way yet. There were secrets that needed to be outed and dealt with, things that couldn’t be hidden anymore.<br><br>Cecily had no interest in going back to what she was before, of living the life her father had wanted her to live. She was happy now, happy and settled. But, she didn’t want to give up her best friend either. So she was at an impasse and really didn’t know what she was going to do or even how Dawn was going to react. So much had happened, so much had changed. The redhead fought off the chill that ran down her spine.<br><br>None of that mattered when the happiness shone on Dawn’s face when she surfaced. Cecily returned the smile and giggled as she was quickly encased in a wet and enthusiastic hug. She loved her friend and really Dawn was the only true friend she’d ever had. No manner of fear or secrets mattered when she thought about that, when the excitement of being together again seemed to flow out of them both.<br><em><br>"Oh Ce! Its so good to see you again, things got so crazy and...."</em><br><br>She had waited for this from the time she’d walked up to the pool. Waited on that look to wash over Dawn’s face. Cecily sighed, bracing herself for what would come next. She felt awful for lying all these years to Dawn, but hadn’t Dawn done the same? Or had she? So much ground to cover, so many things to tell each other, Cecily shuttered to think about it. But before any of that, they had to get over this.<br><br><em>"Ce...you..you're....please tell me you didn't become my friend because of Pure politics...”</em><br><br>The arrogant snort came before she could stop it, as did the rush of manic laughter. Cecily laughed until tears began to roll down her eyes, laughed until she leaned over to place her head on Dawn’s shoulder.<br><br>“Gods no, D.”<br><br>It was her turn to hug her friend, tightly and possessively. I was her physical way to show Dawn that she was here and had always been here, because they were friends.<br><br>“I’ve spent years running from what I am, what I was supposed to be. So as far as politics, much like those of the mortals … I could care less.”<br><br>The dry sarcasm, purely who Cecily was.<br><br>“Because you know with my political aspirations, I would have just ran off to Africa with this looming on the horizon.”<br><br>And then the concern.<br><br>“If I knew, I’d have taken you with me.”<br><br>She raised a brow.<br><br>“Things not going so well on that front, I take it?”
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>11-11-2011, 03:54:50</strong>
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				It was silly she supposed the relief that welled through her at the snort that came from her friend, and the laughter that came as well. Tears of her own welled in her eyes, tears of relief for her that Cecily was still simply her friend, regardless of the fact that they both had been 'blessed' with the gift of being a Pure. Dawn breathed in and returned the hug, laughing softly at the thought of Cecily involved in politics. It was true, Cecily loathed politics. <br><br>"I can understand wanting to run from it...I wish I could sometimes, all the way to Africa, but its even there. They are everywhere you know." Her blue eyes moved over her long distant friend, drinking in the details and a sigh welled from deep insider her.<br><br>"I can't even begin to express how much I missed you, how much I wanted you here...my Mom...I...she's dead. And Papa vanished." Dawn's voice nearly broke over those words, Cecily would understand though she knew how close she was to her parents, how much she cared for them. Hell her parents had adopted Cecily as well, for holidays and birthdays and just about anything for years now. And they were both gone. <br><br>"And I get to be a fairy princess....so not what its cracked up to be. And no, its not going well. I really don't like being the one to be the center of politics, I rather like observing them. And the men, they are all so stubborn and seem to think they know what's best for me. Please say you'll stay, even if its just for the night. The handmaiden's fawn and it drives me nuts. We could order pizza and pig out, I'll send them off to get ice cream and stuff and chick flicks...or action ones. <em>300</em> maybe? Or <em>Thor</em>?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming -- Homecomings -- Group</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lollipop</strong> on <strong>16-11-2011, 07:34:56</strong>
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				<strong>Cecily Cochran</strong><br><br>She waited for it, whatever it may be. It wasn’t like she didn’t deserve a drastic emotion, like anger, from Dawn. It was pretty obvious, especially now, that Dawn had been completely in the dark on who and what she was … so she’d never lied to Cecily. It was always Cecily who had lied; she only hoped her friend would believe her now and forgive her such a trespass. <br><br>Cecily’s answer came in the shining, tear filled eyes of her friend. But, she held back the sigh of relief until Dawn spoke. Then and only then did Cecily fully and completely relax.<br><br><em>"I can understand wanting to run from it...I wish I could sometimes, all the way to Africa, but its even there. They are everywhere you know."</em><br><br>Dawn kept quite of her father and probably would be for awhile. In truth, she wasn’t really abreast of Pure politics as she should have been, especially not her sire’s involvement. And considering the Queen was now her best friend or her best friend was now the queen … some things were better left to the thoughts and capable hands of others. This very moment, Cecily was just glad that things were as normal as could be between the two women.<br><br>“I know, why do you think I never stayed in one place for very long?”<br><br>She thought of Africa then, of the lion, of the way of the great beasts. How complicated even in its simplicity that such a life was. She wished for it, really, to just be alone in the wild … to be away from it all. And just as hard as Dawn wished to be away from the politics, Cecily wished to be free of all the trappings of both worlds. ‘What a pair we make.’ Neither could run that far, Dawn was very right about that.<br><br><em>"I can't even begin to express how much I missed you, how much I wanted you here...my Mom...I...she's dead. And Papa vanished."</em><br><br>Cecily flinched. She wasn’t so old that she could brace herself for such pain. And not just from her own, but Dawn’s as well. They were good people, strong people, people who loved deeply and took a young woman with nothing in as their own. She hadn’t really realized it until that moment, but Cecily had loved them to. They were her first experience with family that didn’t want just to control each other. It hurt, more than she expected, but she held it in. She’d be no good to Dawn if she fell apart. There would be time later for her own pain and fear.<br><br><em>"And I get to be a fairy princess....so not what its cracked up to be. And no, its not going well. I really don't like being the one to be the center of politics, I rather like observing them. And the men, they are all so stubborn and seem to think they know what's best for me. Please say you'll stay, even if its just for the night. The handmaiden's fawn and it drives me nuts. We could order pizza and pig out, I'll send them off to get ice cream and stuff and chick flicks...or action ones. 300 maybe? Or Thor?"</em><br><br>Even with the pain and the shock to her system that this was really happening, Cecily still managed the chuckle. It was hard not to. <br><br>“At least you’re a totally hot fairy princess.”<br><br>Then Cecily cringed.<br><br>“And believe me, I know all about the men and their stubbornness.”<br><br>It was true, she did. Her father had been the worst she’d ever encountered. She’d also learned in her life how to handle it when she couldn’t run from it. Whether she could teach that to Dawn or if it would even work against those bent on protecting her, protecting their way of life … she had no idea. But damn it if a movie and something normal didn’t sound perfect.<br><br>“Thor, has to be Thor.”<br><br>Cecily’s grin was a mile wide as she hugged Dawn again. She didn't know how to approach anything, or even what to say. In truth, it was easier to talk to animals, to understand them. How she'd ever managed to make and keep Dawn as a friend was a miracle. There was still a lot to cover, it would probably take them weeks to cover it all. But what mattered now is that they both needed to settle in and just be ... just be what they were and who they were. No more secrets.<br><br>“I want to lick him all over, so ice cream would probably be best.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming -- Homecomings -- Group</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>18-11-2011, 05:36:54</strong>
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				"Can't say I blame you now...." The blond breathed out at the comment from her best friend about why she had never stayed in one place for long. Part of her wanted to do that, to just run and run but she was too important. If she ran away from her guards she would probably die and if she didn't she was going to go insane very shortly. Having Cecily around would help, if her friend was open to making that choice but Dawn would never pressure her; certainly not to live a life she herself hated so much. <br><br>Dawn hugged her old friend again, tightly, knowing that Ce would struggle just as much with the loss of her parents as she herself was doing. Maybe with Ce's help they could track down her father and have a hope of figuring out just what had happened with her mother. That was part of her desire to leave behind the Courts as well, to come back to D.C. She wanted to feel herself again, even just a little and having her best friend around in a place that was full of memories with her parents was helpful to that end. <br><br>She laughed herself at Ce's comment about her being a totally hot princess. Perhaps. <br><br>"Want to help me deal with mine? Stubborn men that is." She laughed, though it was a weak one there. What would Cecily make of moody Connal who thought he had the right to tell her what to do about everything? And Roarke who was so different from what everyone thought she should be with? And Gwydion, the rockstar Harper Prince. It was all too much sometimes. And she wasn't even thinking about the other men. Or her fucking 'father'.<br><br>"Mmhm Thor..." she sighed at the thought, happy to be distracted. She let herself be pulled into the hug and just sighed, staying there before she started to giggle, at her friend's comment, at the fact that she had gotten Cecily nearly soaking wet. <br><br>"Well if you will join me Ce I say we go inside and I give the men hell and we get out of the wet clothes. And maybe I'll invite the guard that looks like Thor in so we can lick him all over after...." She winked at her friend, finding some humor now. It was impossible to not be cheerful with the other woman around and she really did have a body guard who looked ridiculously like Thor from the new movie. The blond pushed herself up to her feet and offered her friend her hand to aid her in standing. <br><br>The bushes to her right rustled but she ignored it until a tall man stepped out of the brush to bow to them both; he had hair the color of deep forest loam and eyes like ivy, even with the pattern a bit. He had been some nature deity, or was still, something. "We are glad your friend joined you my Lady, you seem happier for it."<br><br>Dawn forced a smile on her lips, gave him a nod. "I am, she's been a dear friend for many years. Thank you.."<br><br>"Jayient, or simply Jay. We only met just before the plane trip so do not feel guilty for forgetting." He provided his name cooly even as he collected her towel, phone and hair tie and gestured for them to go back down the path toward the house. Right, the moment she mentioned seeing one of the men the one secretly watching her appeared. She glanced at Ce with a resigned expression. <br><br>"Ready Ce darling?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming -- Homecomings -- Group</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lollipop</strong> on <strong>18-11-2011, 08:10:23</strong>
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				<strong>Cecily Cochran</strong><br><br>The fear and worry she’d had when she first made it back state side had waned some, upon seeing Dawn. Though it had been replaced by a different sort of concern; Cecily knew what it meant to feel as Dawn did. She also knew her friend’s spirit, knew what she was inside, and knew what it would mean if they kept her in a cage such as this. Cecily herself had power, she knew her power, and knew that Dawn had it too. Only Dawn had more, even Cecily’s father would fear her … loathe her as well, but fear her. And yet, Dawn seemed to not even know or realize such a thing.<br><br>Dawn began to wonder more and more, just what they had told her friend, if anything at all. She knew even now others watched her, she’d been warned before walking up. But yet watching Dawn, protecting her, and telling her anything more than what she needed to know were completely differently things.<br><br>Did they listen? Cecily did, enough so to hear the gentle tones in Dawn’s voice change at the mention of stubborn men. For now, it managed to earn the pretty blond a raised eyebrow from Cecily. Nothing more than that for the time being, but Cecily would most certainly question Dawn further when she could.<br><br><em>"Mmhm Thor..."<br><br>"Well if you will join me Ce I say we go inside and I give the men hell and we get out of the wet clothes. And maybe I'll invite the guard that looks like Thor in so we can lick him all over after...."</em><br><br>The giggle was only half hearted, though her hug had been all in. She didn’t care if she got wet; all that matter is the one constant in her life since running from her father had been Dawn and Dawn was whole. There might be issues, of course there were some huge issues, but Dawn was there and cracking jokes … that was worth something huge to Cecily.<br><br>She knew he approached even before the bushes rustled, though her outward appearance gave no hint that she knew it. They had told her, the little group of finches in the bushes had shown her he was coming even before he did. As many of her ilk that guarded Dawn, double that many of other creatures watched after Cecily. It didn’t matter where she went, those near would come closer. It was their nature, just as finding them was hers.<br><br>She did stiffen, however, when he walked out. It had been easy to see Dawn, to imagine her with glimmering golden skin and other Pure attributes. But to see another, to have one so close, it made her edgy. She couldn’t help the irrational fear she had to battle, or the defensive stance her feet slid into when she saw him.<br><br>She didn’t know him, but she knew his kind. Just seeing him brought memories, some good and some bad. Those memories were a threat to what she’d created, who she’d become, even more so than Dawn was. Because those memories would drive her back, force her to be what she was … to accept it, to become it. <br><em><br>"We are glad your friend joined you my Lady, you seem happier for it."</em><br><br>She wanted to run, but she couldn’t. Knowing she couldn’t only had her muscles tensing, though she kept her face as no committal as could be. The birds didn’t like it, neither did the nearest of the large animals. She could feel their tension too and even hear it in the impatient flap of wings from the bushes.<br><em><br>"I am, she's been a dear friend for many years. Thank you.."<br></em><br>He was attractive, hell they were all attractive. She tried to focus on that, focus on what she saw and not what she remembered or what she felt. She was independent and safe; no one could take that away from her … she just needed to keep reminding herself that; to keep reminding herself that this was about the best friend she’d ever known.<br><em><br>"Jayient, or simply Jay. We only met just before the plane trip so do not feel guilty for forgetting."<br><br>"Ready Ce darling?"</em><br><br>She couldn’t help but smile at that, smile at her friend and fight off the emotions. She longed for the freedom she’d found in Africa, longed for the company of the great beast that others had feared. But, she fell instep with Dawn and slid her hand into her friends. The touch would appear innocent to whoever looked, but the gentle squeeze and grin as Cecily spoke wasn’t at all. In her mind she heard Dawn’s voice. <em>"Want to help me deal with mine? Stubborn men that is." </em><br><br>One thing her father had taught her was to never back down from a fight. Even if the fight came in the form of two grown women acting like troublesome teenagers.<br><br>“Of course, whenever you are.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming -- Homecomings -- Group</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>23-11-2011, 03:00:15</strong>
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				With the years she had spent in school and then reporting as work she had gotten good at reading people; and Ce was the closest thing to a sister she had ever had. She knew the moment she tensed was the same moment Jay appeared. Cecily was a Pure but she didn't seem to like her guard. Had she known him before or was it simply something against the Pure? Hell after almost a year of living with this awareness Dawn was wary of Pure in general herself not that she could show that. She was too highly ranked, showing fear wouldn't be a good idea in any form. <br><br>Still her friend smiled at her and she smiled back, her eyes showing a empathy of the other woman that went beyond just their shared history. Their fingers wove together, intwined like they had done in college in New York, walking down busy streets chattering about everything and teasing men. How she wished they could still be those carefree girls. <br><br>Slightly Dawn leaned into the other woman, resting her head on Ce's shoulder for they were just of the right height to do so and murmured. "Don't worry, you're with me so you can boss them around all you like and they have to listen."<br><br>The blond threw a glance over her shoulder at the guard that trailed them and then she gave her best friend an impish smile. "Elsewise I'll pitch a fit and they hate it when I do that." <br><br>It was true, that they hated it when she got upset but in the end they wouldn't budge on some things. Things that Dawn had made note of and started to work around as best she could, trying to find personal time and freedom where she could. If only she could return this so called 'birth right' like any other bad surprise 'gift' that had come along in her life. Down the path through the garden they went back up to the house and into the bright kitchen where two of the handmaidens were gossiping about some celebrity mag. If only they would read actual journalism. Then maybe she could like them more.<br><br>"Oh my Lady, did you forget your robe? And who is this? She's so lovely..." They started their gushing the moment their eyes set on her and Dawn summoned her polite smile, forcing it to stay on her lips as she greeted the two Pure beauties. <br><br>"This is my dear friend Cecily, she'll be staying with us for awhile. Please make sure there's a private room for her, near mine. We'll be in my room changing."<br><br>She tugged on Cecily's arm then, not waiting for anything else to spark as she lead her friend through the familiar house, though now it had Pure filling it and wardings and spells everywhere one looked. Wonderful. She made it into the ground floor bedroom and threw the door shut with a sigh of relief before muttering "Oh fuck, ice cream and Thor....I'll be right back."<br><br>Dawn darted out of the room, only to run right into Gwydion who caught her easily in his arms with a chuckle. "Upsetting the others again are you? What's this about a new friend of yours?"<br><br>"Old friend, and its not my fault they are upset so easily." She replied automatically to the questions, offering a smile up to the redhaired Harper without out one bit of repentance in her. He was the most modern of her guards, and her first lover. Things were always easier with him. If she had to deal directly with anyone over ice cream, pizza and action flicks he would understand. His fingers moved through her hair and she drew comfort from it before smiling. "Think I could bribe you with an IOU for chocolate chip cookie dough and mint chip ice cream gallons, <em>Thor</em> and some pizza from Mick's in town?"<br><br>"Girl night is it? No need for an IOU, simply a kiss." She laughed that he understood so easily and gave him the kiss readily, sinking into the simple bright heat of the moment with a sigh of pleasure until he pulled back. <br><br>"I'm off then, fair damsel, to fulfill your hearts desire..." Dawn shook her head at his teasing and waved him off before going back to the room and shutting the door once more, sealing Cecily and her away from the rest of the craziness; a smile of satisfaction on her lips. <br><br>"Gwyidon is off to see to it we get everything we need. Now for dry clothing, we are still roughly the same size right?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming -- Homecomings -- Group</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lollipop</strong> on <strong>29-11-2011, 19:55:09</strong>
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				<strong>Cecily Cochran</strong><br><br>It was odd and perhaps a bit of a miracle to Cecily that the two of them could slide so easily back into what they were before all of this madness. Granted, their relationship and what they were could never go back to what had been. But, that was okay too, as long as they still had their bond … had each other. Cecily would worry about everything else after catching up with her best friend.<br><br><em>"Don't worry, you're with me so you can boss them around all you like and they have to listen."</em><br><br>Cecily laughed, couldn’t help herself. She didn’t have to imagine that sometimes bossing around the guards was the only way to amuse oneself. She’d been there before, if not on a much smaller level. Smaller, but much more violent … her father’s guards would have killed any friend who had tried to get to close. She didn’t doubt Dawn’s guards could tear apart the entire country if they had to, but they wouldn’t unless they had to. That made them different, in her eyes, but none the less uneasy. She didn’t want to hurt anyone or have to hurt anyone, but if backed into a corner over her friend … she would.<br><br><em>"Elsewise I'll pitch a fit and they hate it when I do that."</em><br><br>This time when she laughed, it was loud and full of life. The visions of Dawn pitching a fit were too amusing not to let forth such a laugh. It felt good to be happy with Dawn, especially under the circumstances.<br><br>“I would pay to see that.”<br><br>Inside the house Cecily was greeted with more of them, this time in the form of what she could only assume were Dawn’s handmaidens. Cecily had spent so much time in the mortal world, the concept almost offended her. This time she wasn’t as put off, though the unease remained. She wondered briefly, when they saw her, how bad of a decision this might have been. Would he come for her now? Would he start some sort of war, political or physical to see his offspring return to his home? She sure as hell hoped not.<br><em><br>"Oh my Lady, did you forget your robe? And who is this? She's so lovely..."</em><br><br>The snort couldn’t be denied, lovely wasn’t exactly a term someone who’d spent months in an African savanna might use to describe another being. Lovely wasn’t really a term Cecily would have used anyway, so the amusement in her eyes would be apparent to her friend.<br><br><em>"This is my dear friend Cecily, she'll be staying with us for awhile. Please make sure there's a private room for her, near mine. We'll be in my room changing."</em><br><br>Readily, Cecily went with the tug on her arm and followed Dawn. She had no interest in being stuck with the two other women, regardless of being Pure. Any woman that chatty, that used terms like “lovely”, frightened Cecily on a very deep level. Two of them? Dawn should be happy she didn’t run up the stairs like a frightened Gazelle.<br><br>Cecily’s brow rose when Dawn shut the door behind them. It was interesting, to say the least, to see the blond practically dashing into the room to avoid any others who might see them. ‘And I thought I wanted to get the hell out of there.’ The huffed sigh from the other woman only made her chuckle. Really, for Cecily, the entire scene was like something out of some sort of spicy food induced dream.<br><em><br>"Oh fuck, ice cream and Thor....I'll be right back."</em><br><br>And with that, she was gone, leaving Cecily alone to wonder just what exactly she’d walked into. That she’d even walked into it at all was a shock. Seeing Dawn, knowing she was alright, put everything into a different perspective. This was Dawn’s birthright, not hers. Cecily had fought to flee from hers, still had the blood on her hands from what she’d done to get away. But it was different, much different, than this. At least here, there was some sort of quiet … something other than her beast of father breathing down her neck with his anger and his threats.<br><br>The thoughts of those threats, scared her. Scared her because she’d seen what he could do. He was selfish and cruel and she had angered him greatly when she’d run. Staying with Dawn would mean he’d find out, he’d know she was here. But leaving would mean hurting a friend who seemed to need her a whole hell of a lot right now. She wanted to be there for Dawn, to do what she could, the protective instincts of what she was had already started to show. Maybe it had been the lion, feeling what he was inside, that had her wanting to protect her friend. She had a choice to make, one that wasn’t going to be easy … was Dawn safer with her here or if she left?<br><br><em>"Gwyidon is off to see to it we get everything we need. Now for dry clothing, we are still roughly the same size right?"</em><br><br>“Gwydion?”<br><br>Cecily’s brow raised at her friend’s smile. But at least Dawn was smiling and seemed relatively happy now. Both were good things in Cecily’s book. <br><br>“Roughly, though my legs are longer.”<br><br>They’d probably be closer to the same size now, since her trip to Africa. She’d lost quite a bit of weight there, since she couldn’t stomach most of what they called food. It wasn’t that she was against meat, she just wasn’t fond of it. It was sort of hard to be, when she spent most of her life communicating with animals. Granted, not all of them were able to communicate, some were quite stupid and Cecily was fairly certain put on earth to feed the masses … but still, it just never felt right. <br><br>But dairy, as in ice cream, she was all over, especially right about now.<br><br>“Tell me about this Gwydion who makes you smile.”<br><br>She continued absently, with a chuckle, as she began to peel off her wet clothes.<br><br>“I dreamed about ice cream in Africa. Mint chocolate chip became my wet dream … which is rather sad when you think about it.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming -- Homecomings -- Group</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>30-11-2011, 20:24:08</strong>
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				Roarke had to restrain himself from laughing as he slipped through the house.&nbsp; The buzz of whispers and muttering as the other Pure scrambled to spread the word of this new arrival and figure out what and who she might be.<br><br>The warding had been raised and it had not alerted them, which meant that this woman was a guest.&nbsp; It was curious that apparently one of Dawn's old friends happened to be Pure.&nbsp; Curious but not completely unexpected.&nbsp; Even glamoured and hidden there was something that drew the pure to each other in the mortal world, even the ones that were unaware of their true nature like Dawn.&nbsp; They were simply different from mortals.<br><br>He was just as curious about this new arrival as the others were.&nbsp; But while the maidens huddled and whispered and the guards scowled and furrowed their brows in concern, he ran a hand through his unruly brown curls and walked up to the door.&nbsp; He rapped on it with one hand while he opened it and stepped into the bedroom suite.<br><br>"Princess..." he chuckled as he let his gaze sweep unabashedly over the other woman and then smiled at Dawn, "As much as I do enjoying watching Connal scowl and fume, you really should have let someone know you were inviting another Pure to visit." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming -- Homecomings -- Group</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>02-12-2011, 12:29:43</strong>
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				There was a soft noise as Dawn's phone announced the arrival of a message, playing the first few bars of the theme from the old Addams Family TV show. That had been Branwen's idea of amusing. The message itself was short and to the point.<br><br><em>Hey. I'm trying to show someone that electronic communications are just as handy as minions for carrying messages, and won't send yours screaming in terror if the pop out of the shadows. How do you feel about an unexpected visitor? RSVP and he'll be around at dusk.</em><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming -- Homecomings -- Group</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>05-12-2011, 04:21:39</strong>
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				"Well I'll just give you a skirt then, or shorts. You always looked better in my shorts then I did, I hated that..." The blond flippantly responded as she moved through the bedroom toward the closet. Her hands were peeling her swim suit off her at the same time without any concern over modesty. There was the fact that they were both Pure, and then the other fact that they were like sisters and had shared rooms on vacation and helped each other change before. <br><br>Add the fact that now at least twenty other people had seen her nude and Dawn had gotten over being flustered in various states of undress. The swim suit ended up on a hook and she toweled off again before finding panties and a bra and slipping on a simple navy blue 50's style sundress. It fit her body well, something new but not unlike her old taste in clothing as she brought out a pair of hunter green shorts and a amber peasant tunic top. More Ce style clothing then her own style but that was normal as well. She had missed her friend and found herself often buying things that reminded her of the other woman. <br><br>She tossed the offerings on the bed and found a hairtie to throw her hair up in a messy bun, expending a bit of magic to have her curls dry rather then wet. Wet hair was always such a pain. And there had to be some perks to the whole insanity of her life now. Magic was one of them. Ce's question touched on another in her mind. She blushed a bit, surprising but it was Cecily asking and so Dawn perched on the bed, laughing at her best friends comment about ice cream.<br><br>"Well I told him to get a gallon so we are set. Mint chip <em>and</em> cookie dough. Only the best for you and me girl." Dawn winked and then bit her lower lip absently, wondering how to talk about how confusing her love life was. A year ago she hadn't had one. At all. It had been easy and Ce hadn't dated either. Her parents had teased them that they were lesbian lovers in the closet. <br><br>"Gwydion is the first Pure I really got close to, actually the first one I met. Remember that story Mom hated me telling? About the guy with hair like flames in a Texas Walmart? That was him. He's a rockstar actually, leads the...um....<em>The Between</em>. He's the most modern of the...guard and maidens. The routine. And he's a friend. There's Connal, who apparently is suppose to be my soulmate but damn does he have opinions on who I am and should be. We fight, a lot and then there's....."<br><br>A rap fell on the door, slightly familiar and she trailed off just as Roarke, the man who's name she had been about to speak, stepped into the room. A smile played on her lips just at the sight of him, though nerves came as well. They had sorted out some stuff but not much in the end. No, not much at all. <br><br>What would Ce make of him?<br><br>"Oh dear...I hope he doesn't hack into a tree, they don't regrow here like they do in the Court." The blond heaved a sigh but then shoved the concern away. "Roarke, meet Cecily, my best friend who I had no idea was a Pure. Turns out she had no idea I was one either. We've been friends since college in New York. Cecily this is Roarke my...." Her phone went off with a theme that made her want to laugh and she reached for it on the bed, smiling when she realized who it was from.<br><br>"Looks like we will be having company at dusk....I think you'll like the Wild Court King Ce..." Her fingers flew over the key buttons, texting back. <br><br><em>More then willing to have him arrive. I have someone he should meet. Thank you for being the saint you are to introduce him to the 21st century. Tell him I look forward to see him.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming -- Homecomings -- Group</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lollipop</strong> on <strong>06-12-2011, 03:57:38</strong>
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				<strong>Cecily Cochran</strong><br><br><em>"Well I'll just give you a skirt then, or shorts. You always looked better in my shorts then I did, I hated that..."</em><br><br>Watching as Dawn stripped; Cecily couldn’t help but role her eyes. Anyone who looked that good naked was half nuts to hate the way anyone else looked. Then again, it was Dawn and Dawn was so unassuming she wouldn’t see what the slight flare of her hips looked like through the eyes of another. Cecily could appreciate it, however, just like she could appreciate the slim line of her own long legs, even if she was currently too thin and she didn’t have the sexy shape of her friend.<br><br>Cecily had never been modest and it didn’t matter who was in the room. Sure she was more comfortable in every facet in front of dawn, but she would have peeled the wet jeans down her legs anywhere that wouldn’t get her arrested. Running naked through the woods with her father’s entire court was something she’d done most of her life. The mortal world’s modest leanings were something her father’s people scoffed at. Not that Cecily had the urge to talk about her father or his people, not even when surrounded by this many Pure, and not even really to Dawn. Dawn had her own problems at the moment and Cecily was here to help her adjust and overcome them. <br><br>She stepped out of the jeans and tugged at the tee shirt, glamour made wearing such things much easier. She actually like her glamour and enjoyed the way she looked without the antlers or the amber glowing skin. She liked being normal for one in her life. Only, of course, it was her fate that normal would be short lived. Looking at dawn in the dark blue dress, perched on the end of the bed, Cecily tried to keep things normal … or as normal as she could with thoughts of ice cream and Dawn’s newfound love life while she pulled off her wet under garments.<br><br><em>"Well I told him to get a gallon so we are set. Mint chip and cookie dough. Only the best for you and me girl."</em><br><br>Cecily held back from pointing out that Dawn was avoiding one very important part of her questions. Not because she wouldn’t pry, but because she could see her friend trying to figure out exactly how to explain things. As she reached for the shorts, Cecily nearly laughed. She couldn’t imagine living ones entire life knowing nothing of the fae, then being thrust into their world. To the top of their world, quite literally … she imagined Dawn’s sex life was now quite the interesting thing in comparison to before.<br><br>The outfit Dawn had given her made Cecily grin. It was just a tad more girly than she might have chosen for herself, but it worked. She listened as Dawn finally began to explain and couldn’t help but grin at her friend. She knew the story well, just as she knew the displeasure of Dawn’s mother. The fondness of the memory made her grin as she stepped into the moss colored shorts.<br><em><br>"Gwydion is the first Pure I really got close to, actually the first one I met. Remember that story Mom hated me telling? About the guy with hair like flames in a Texas Walmart? That was him. He's a rockstar actually, leads the...um....The Between. He's the most modern of the...guard and maidens. The routine. And he's a friend. There's Connal, who apparently is suppose to be my soulmate but damn does he have opinions on who I am and should be. We fight, a lot and then there's....."</em><br><br>The rap on the door interrupted Dawn, which was fine. Though, Cecily’s brow rose when the Pure walked through. She might have grunted in annoyance, had she not seen the nervous look upon Dawn’s face. While not very modest Dawn had lived with the mortals long enough that having a man walking in while she was stark naked was slightly unnerving. Either way, she pulled the shorts up her long legs and wiggled them over her hips as he looked her over. <br><br>As the newcomer and Dawn spoke, Cecily snatched up the shirt and pulled it on. The peasant cut of the shirt hung loosely upon her skin. It was comfy, which meant she liked it. Now all she needed was some icecream. She also realized another thing she hated about living within her father’s grasp: the lack of privacy. The p<br><br><em>"Princess..."</em><br><br><em>"As much as I do enjoying watching Connal scowl and fume, you really should have let someone know you were inviting another Pure to visit.</em>"<br><em><br>"Oh dear...I hope he doesn't hack into a tree, they don't regrow here like they do in the Court."<br><br>"Roarke, meet Cecily, my best friend who I had no idea was a Pure. Turns out she had no idea I was one either. We've been friends since college in New York. Cecily this is Roarke my...."</em><br><br>While her tone was dry, perhaps even a bit annoyed, the twinkle of mischievousness in her eye gave the attitude away. It was hard, really, to be annoyed with much of anything or anyone when Dawn was okay. She’d spent entirely too much time worried about her friend that seeing her alive, well, and relatively unscathed made everything else seem small in comparison.<br><br>“Always a pleasure to be barged in upon while changing, Roarke.”<br><br>“Though, if you’ll give me for warning next time I’ll make sure Dawn and I put on a show.”<br><br><em>"Looks like we will be having company at dusk....I think you'll like the Wild Court King Ce..."</em><br><br>Immediately Cecily’s head snapped around and her eyes narrowed. Her father had never been fond of the King, but she was quite certain that he would have let the king of the Wild Court know that his daughter was missing and that he searched for her. She could handle handsome Satyrs and other such guards, but a Court King? <br><br>And furthermore, how did she explain to Dawn? And just what did she do now, as just walking out would be more than a bit curious and earn her the wrath of Dawn. Who was now, well, the deity she paid homage to? Or something like that, it had been so long … Cecily had been so removed, she wasn’t even sure how the politics even worked. Except that her father had loathed with Wild Court king. <br><br>She only hoped Dawn wouldn't see the flash of fear in her eyes as she croaked out the quest.<br><br>"The Wild Court King?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming -- Homecomings -- Group</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>05-01-2012, 04:46:29</strong>
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				Roarke nodded and gave a wry grin as Dawn introduced him to her friend.&nbsp; That smile broadened as the woman spoke.<br><br><em>“Always a pleasure to be barged in upon while changing, Roarke.”<br><br>“Though, if you’ll give me for warning next time I’ll make sure Dawn and I put on a show.”</em><br><br>"I could leave and come back," he offered with a wink.&nbsp; Then his princess mentioned that they would have another visitor in the form of the King of the Wild Court.&nbsp; He bristled slightly as he recalled intimately the bruises and bites that he'd seen upon Dawn after her last meeting with that particular Royal.&nbsp; Of course, his support was important and Dawn could use all the allies she could find, especially one so powerful.&nbsp; But as much as it was reasonable and made sense Roarke did not like it or him.&nbsp; Because out of all of Dawn's lovers, he was the one that made Roarke jealous.&nbsp; <br><br>"You really have to forewarn Connal about this one," he said after a moment, "Though I could let him and the rest know for you if you wish."
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				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>05-01-2012, 05:01:21</strong>
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				Dawn had to bite her lower lip to keep from laughing at the snark in her best friend's tone, Ce could be horrible about it at times, how often had she enjoyed watching the beautiful woman rip into men who got uppity at events they went to together? And the time they had faked being lesbian's together to get a particularly forward sports player to back off...ah the memories. No more night clubs or journalism for her though. The mention of putting on a show got a arched brow from the blond as she settled down to perch on the edge of the bed. Not that she would be against it, though how the men would take it she wasn't sure. Some of them could be very...odd. <br><br>Like Connal. <br><br>Cecily had almost an odd expression on her face when she mentioned the Wild King though Dawn decided not to ask questions about it. Some things were better left to private and while they might tell each other everything Roarke was a stranger. A very handsome stranger, but still. AT the question she nodded, letting her phone close before she gathered her hair over one shoulder. <br><br>"Yes, his name is Cernunnos and he's someone I hope to make a firm alliance with. He has a wicked sense of humor, a bit dark but," She shrugged, her eyes darkening for a moment at the memory of just how 'dark' things could get with him. Of shadows binding her helpless to his will and begging, pleading under the moon filled sky. "He's...he'd make a good ally." <br><br>The last was a bit lame but she didn't want to rub salt into the wounds Roarke might have from their fight after she had returned from her night with the other man. It had been a breaking point for them, important and wonderful but she wasn't going to see her night with Cernunnos as only a vehicle to that. Her midnight sky eyes met Roarke's, knowing he might have issues and trying to express how she loved him with just that look. He was right, to forewarn the others and she made a face. "Gwydion can do it, he listen's to him and he should be back soon enough with <em>Thor</em> and ice cream. Though really I thought I was the one who was suppose to be the diva..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming -- Homecomings -- Group</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lollipop</strong> on <strong>05-01-2012, 20:08:22</strong>
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				<strong>Cecily</strong><br><br><em>"I could leave and come back,"</em><br><br>She doubted any woman wouldn’t have wanted to sigh or groan a little bit with a wink like that. Though she didn’t, instead she grinned a little at Dawn’s raised brow. Of course they could put on a show for him, not like she hadn’t thought about it at least once before. But then they’d never get around to Thor and ice cream. That and if she was being honest, Cecily was more than a little put off by everything.<br><br>And looking forward to causing trouble. <br><br>She was not, however, looking forward to a visit from the King of the Wild Court. And if she were being honest and technical she would be one of his subjects. That thought gave her pause and she was quite certain Dawn had caught it. As far as her friend was concerned, Cecily’s emotions were an open book … even if others did not notice. ‘Wasn’t my father going to try to over throw him?’ She almost snorted with that thought. Her father was always making an attempt to thwart someone. It was surprising he hadn’t found himself at the wrong end of a blade or something else by now.<br><br><em>"Yes, his name is Cernunnos and he's someone I hope to make a firm alliance with. He has a wicked sense of humor, a bit dark but,"</em><br><br>It wasn’t the shrug that raised Cecily’s brow to Dawn, but something else she saw flash in her eyes. It reminded her of her people, of how they approached life. And also reminded her that she hadn’t had sex in a very long time; if she didn’t love Dawn so much she might be a bit jealous.<br><em><br>"He's...he'd make a good ally."</em><br><br>Too many names to remember, really, Dawn was starting to get confused … especially at Roarke’s mention of Connal. Was that jealousy she saw flash across Roarke’s face? Wasn’t his name Roarke? She couldn’t totally be sure of either, but she took a moment to be amused at how all of this must have felt when Dawn found out what and who she was. If she weren’t so amused, she might have a bit more sympathy. As it was, she finished dressing without wiping the grin from her lips.<br><br>The grin vanished when she watched the look that passed from Dawn to the other, who she was pretty sure was Roarke. Instead, her brows rose again. Apparently they had quite a good bit to catch up on.<br><br><em>"Gwydion can do it, he listen's to him and he should be back soon enough with Thor and ice cream. Though really I thought I was the one who was suppose to be the diva..."</em><br><br>Tired of the confusion and desperate to figure out just what was going on, Cecily tossed up a hand as if to call attention to herself.<br><br>“Whoa … rewind … take a step back for a minute.”<br><br>She gave Roarke, yes she was almost certain this one was Roarke, a sheepish grin before turning to Dawn.<br><br>“Now, who all are you boinging and why wasn’t I invited to this hellishly sexy slutfest?”<br><br>She took on a mock serious tone and mentally crossed her fingers that talking about this, which was a very important conversation to have, would take away any more talk about Cernunnos for the time being.<br><br>“I mean really, Dawn. I spent nearly a year in the African wilderness <em> all_by_myself</em> and you start playing pattycake …”<br><br>She gestured to Roarke, though she referred to all of the men in Dawn’s life.<br><br>“… with all this hotness.”<br><br>“Totally … unfair.”<br><br>She plopped down on the bed beside Dawn and fell backwards, giving a wistful sigh. Though the teasing twinkle in her eyes was quite obvious.<br><br>“Jealous. Completely Jealous. I’m going to need that ice cream like yesterday.”<br><br>Then she pointed to the space between the other two and continued.<br><br>“Next time, I get to at least watch. And as for whatever is going on here, this is girl gushing movie night not inter relationship problems galore. So unless you’re bearing movies with hot guys, ice cream, or hot sex …”<br><br>She didn’t say anything, just gestured to the door. But she did return the wink he’d given her earlier. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming -- Homecomings -- Group</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>05-01-2012, 20:43:39</strong>
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				<strong>Roarke</strong><br><br>Roarke was perfectly content to let Gwydion talk to Connal.&nbsp; It needed to be done but he didn't really want to be present for the knight's reaction.&nbsp; The look in Dawn's eyes told him she'd caught his own reaction.&nbsp; He glanced away to school his features, and found himself watching Cecily as she began her clearly semi-serious complaint.&nbsp; At her comment about his hotness he couldn't resist posing a little and smiling.<br><br>Then, after she'd plopped down beside Dawn and finished, he grinned wickedly at them both and spread his arms wide.&nbsp; Serious or not, Cecily's implication did perk his attention and his aura flickered a touch.&nbsp; "Not to toot my own horn, since it is much more fun to let someone else do that, but I don't think you'd be content to simply watch dear."&nbsp; His eyes drifted to the rack parting her hair and he winked again before he fixed his playful gaze on Dawn and cocked his head to one side.<br><br>"I have neither ice cream nor movies," he said as he watched Dawn's expression carefully, "But as to the final item on your list.... I shall leave it to my lady as to whether or not she wants to share."
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				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming -- Homecomings -- Group</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>05-01-2012, 20:55:22</strong>
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				The blond's eyes went to her friend with a spark of confusion for a moment when she tossed up her hand and started on her 'rant'. Hellishly sexy slutfest? Well that would make her a slut but considering the sheer amount of people she had had in her bed, going from virgin to...well yes, she was a slut she supposed. She laughed at the mention of playing pattycake and let herself shift backward to gaze down at her friend and the mischief in her eyes. She had asked for Ce to make trouble, and she was doing in it the best of ways. <br><br>"So glad you suggest ways to make it fair...though to be fair to me I never thought about sex before so I wasn't aware you...well swung that way. If you like to watch its fine with me." She leaned down to kiss her best friends cheek with a smile that showed how deeply she trusted her. "You know I'll share any part of my life with you you want Ce."<br><br>Roarke's response, the wicked grin, that gleam in his eye, clearly he found the other woman attractive and for a moment Dawn found herself feeling...well jealous. Which hadn't ever happened before. She was likely becoming spoiled, being the center of so many men's attention, and so she rejected being jealous and focused on the fact that he was an incredible lover and he could make Ce happy, if they so cared to. The teasing comments got a slight smile on her lips thought there was a hint of insecurity in her eyes that normally the cool collected blond didn't let show through. Cecily was, always had been, more fun then her in her eyes and what if the only reason all the men who were in her life wanted her was because of the power she <em>might</em> one day get. <br><br>Ugh the political crap. <br><br>But Roarke was looking at her then, with a playful look and she found herself unable to resist smiling back at him and then shaking her head. "You have to share me, its only fair I do the same...I'm just not sure I want to share my best friend is all. Though it might be fun to be the one who does the watching for once." She glanced at her best friend and gave a wicked smile of her own. <br><br>"He could be the one we lick ice cream off like you suggested earlier..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming -- Homecomings -- Group</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lollipop</strong> on <strong>05-01-2012, 21:54:45</strong>
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				<strong>Cecily</strong><br><br>Propped up on her elbows it was like watching a fae version of Days of our Lives. In truth, the only thing she had missed when she left was the sex. Mortal men, or women for that matter, just never quite compared. And in truth until she saw Roarke’s smile, she wasn’t really thinking about sex. Not that the two people in the room weren’t hot enough to make her think about it … she just hadn’t.<br><br>She’d meant to lighten the mood, to lighten whatever was going on between the other two. A little too late she realized she’d just shifted that mood into something different. Very, very different … so she sat and she watched intently as Roarke posed. And did Dawn stiffen? That left her curious and cautious, though more curious than anything else.<br><br><em>"So glad you suggest ways to make it fair...though to be fair to me I never thought about sex before so I wasn't aware you...well swung that way. <br><br>If you like to watch its fine with me."</em><br><br>The kiss was sweet and reminded her of how Dawn had been before, but Dawn’s words earned a smirk on her face.<br><br>“I’m fae, Dawn, I swing on whatever tree happens to get me off at the moment.”<br><br>“As for sharing your life ..”<br><br>She shrugged.<br><br>“I’ll do whatever makes you happy, sort of why I’m here. Ya know, the whole trouble making thing and such.”<br><br><em>"Not to toot my own horn, since it is much more fun to let someone else do that, but I don't think you'd be content to simply watch dear."</em><br><br>“That would depending on how exciting the horn tooting got.”<br><em><br>"I have neither ice cream nor movies,"<br><br>"But as to the final item on your list.... I shall leave it to my lady as to whether or not she wants to share."</em><br><br>Cecily rolled to her side then, to watch Dawn intently. This was Dawn’s day, in truth; Cecily had all she needed in knowing that her friend was safe. Adjusting to a new life, one completely different than what she’d known, but safe none the less. <br><br>There was something else though and Cecily was to attuned to people, especially those she cared about, to not notice it. Even if Dawn tried to hide it from her, she couldn’t and in truth the jealousy, quite similar to what she’d seen in Roarke, reminded her that Dawn hadn’t been a part of this life for very long. So Cecily sighed and shifted to sitting and lay her head on Dawn’s shoulder.<br><br><em>“You have to share me, its only fair I do the same...I'm just not sure I want to share my best friend is all. Though it might be fun to be the one who does the watching for once."<br><br>"He could be the one we lick ice cream off like you suggested earlier..."</em><br><br>Cecily gave a sigh and studied her fingernails for a few seconds before bringing her eyes to Dawn. There was much to discuss, certainly, but some things were better left in private. No matter how many guards or lovers Dawn had, Cecily still preferred keeping some things between the two of them. <br><br>“Well, I mean …”<br><br>She stood, turned, and bowed with flourish and grace as she’d been taught when she was young. Though she’d not done so in many years, the movement came as easily as if she’d ever done.<br><br>“For the lady, I shall do whatever she wishes.”<br><br>And with a grin, she stood, moving around Roarke as if she were inspecting him fully. Behind him, she placed her hands on his shoulders and peered over at Dawn, wicked fun dancing in her eyes.<br><br>“He’s not Thor and we don’t have ice cream yet … but he’s a suitable toy.”<br><br>“If we were wanting to play … and if anyone has to watch, why not him?”<br><br>She swung around him, playfully bumping him with her hip before leaning down to whisper into Dawn’s ear.<br><br>“Come on, your majesty … Lets cause some trouble.”<br><br>And then hers flashed back to Roarke with a naughty gleam.<br><br>“Together.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming -- Homecomings -- Group</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>05-01-2012, 23:02:38</strong>
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				Roarke stood, clam and waiting as the two ladies spoke.&nbsp; His eyes roamed both and he stirred beneath the tiresomely mundane clothing he wore.&nbsp; There was something familiar in the brashness of this woman.&nbsp; He knew quite well what a good smokescreen it was.&nbsp; It was easy to conceal deeper emotions and desires behind.&nbsp; Of course, it might simply be that the woman had spent a year without proper company.&nbsp; The satyr had to shudder slightly at that idea, a whole year?<br><br>But then Cecily rose and bowed to Dawn flawlessly before turning her attention to him and beginning to circle him.&nbsp; He did not follow her, keeping his attention on Dawn instead as he peeled his shirt up and off.&nbsp; If she wanted to study him, he'd let her have a good look.<br><br>The touch of her hands upon his shoulders as she proclaimed him suitable and suggested that he watch made him chuckle.&nbsp; But if it pleased Dawn he was quite prepared to go along with it.&nbsp; He lifted an eyebrow at the playful bump and wet his lips.&nbsp; He knew of one way to make this afternoon quite interesting...<br><br><em>“Come on, your majesty … Lets cause some trouble.”<br><br>“Together.”</em><br><br>He smiled wickedly and fixed his eyes on Dawn's, watching closely for any sign or approval or disapproval as he reached to the magical pipes that rested against his bare chest and lifted them slowly to his lips.&nbsp; Dawn knew the power that lay in those simple looking wooden pipes.&nbsp; Not that he intended to use more than a little to perk the mood that was already in the air but he did linger a moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming -- Homecomings -- Group</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>05-01-2012, 23:18:27</strong>
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				It was truth that among the Pure it seemed like whatever worked in that moment was what they went with, no fears about their sexuality and little jealousy either. At least, normally. Still she felt flattered but...shocked at the thought of 'getting' her best friend off. Could she really go there and have it not affect their relationship? But then their relationship was already altered forever in a way. And she knew they were both watching her, gauging how she was responding as if they expected her to freak out or something. How she loved them both. <br><br>Clearly there would need to be serious conversation eventually, so many different tensions coming from this moment but she didn't want to face that quiet yet, no, not yet. <br><br>The flourishing bow had her blinking in surprise, it was a motion of elegance and clearly one from the Court. Ce fit better in her new world then she did. Whatever she wished? Dawn had no idea what that was though. But she stayed quiet, amused as Cecily circled her satyr lover, admiring how attractive they both were and then laughing at the wickedness in her friend's eyes, the way she was teasing him. It didn't miss her notice how Roarke was looking at her but she looked at the bare skin of his torso rather then his eyes for the moment, admiring him as if he were new to her all over again, remembering that night they had met in a coffee shop of all places.<br><br>When Ce leaned down and whispered to cause trouble together she nodded slowly and reached up, catching her friends face in her hands and laid a kiss against her lips, almost shy. She had never kissed a woman before but the love she felt for Ce made it something more then just lips against lips. <br><br>She pulled back with a faint blush on her cheeks and offered the other woman a smile, midnight eyes going to the satyr and noting his pipes before glancing back at her friend. "He can make it...deeper, emotions, want, yearning, summon them out with his music. Do you desire that? I just want to be with my best friend, to give her what she needs and to forget, for a little while, the politics."
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				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming -- Homecomings -- Group</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lollipop</strong> on <strong>05-01-2012, 23:58:17</strong>
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				<strong>Cecily</strong><br><br>Years before she’d been alone in a strange world, so different and so much more confined than what she’d been used to. There had been fear, loneliness, and all the pain that came with such an adjustment. But she’d chosen that, chosen to run from her home … from the fate that awaited her there. That had made it no less difficult and in a way something very similar to what Dawn had experienced. <br><br>Being Pure was pain in the ass enough on its own. But being Pure and not have been raised as such brought about a whole new slew of problems. She felt for Dawn, her heart went out to her, and politics aside traversing the interpersonal relationships could be difficult on the heart and the mind.<br><br>Dawn was a large part of her heart. Physically there were ways she could show her friend that, ways she could make all of this a bit easier for her. For Cecily sex and love did not always run hand in hand. But to someone like Dawn? How could she not love her lovers? How could she not be pulled into a deeper emotional pool than the rest? It was one of the things she loved about Dawn.<br><br>There was a side of things that could be different, beautiful. She wanted Dawn to know that no matter what happened she could have those things with someone who didn’t want anything from her … except to share ice cream and bad boys. <br><br>She was impressed by Roarke’s flesh, what woman wouldn’t be? And she watched him from the corner of her mischievous eye as Dawn kissed her gently. The corners of Cecily’s mouth turned up at the soft play of lips. A woman’s lips were so much softer than a man’s, the textures so different and yet just as arousing. She couldn’t think of a being on the planet that wouldn’t want to have the best of both worlds and have them both be Pure.<br><br><em>"He can make it...deeper, emotions, want, yearning, summon them out with his music. Do you desire that? I just want to be with my best friend, to give her what she needs and to forget, for a little while, the politics."</em><br><br>Cecily glanced over her shoulder and grinned wickedly. The shyness of Dawn’s kiss not causing even the slightest hitch in her stride, so to speak.<br><br>“Well that’s up to him, if he’d rather watch than play … that is. Though, at anytime I think we can give a demonstration of proper horn tooting.”<br><br>When she glanced back to Dawn, she let the full force of her arousal seep into her eyes and set them afire. <br><br>“You kissed me, it was sweet.”<br><br>She moved easily, straddling Dawn’s lap and pushing her friend gently back on the bed.<br><br>“Play me a tune, kind sir … and lets forget.”<br><br>When she leaned down and put her lips to Dawn’s there was no hesitation, no shyness. She kissed her like a woman deprived, full of heat and passion, full of want for a creature that was more beautiful that any she’d seen before. Her finger tips slid up Dawn’s side, gently, exploring the delicate curves she found. And still she furthered the kiss, her lips warm and taking even as they gave … and then she dove in, letting her tongue taste … and showing Dawn exactly which ways she could swing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming -- Homecomings -- Group</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>06-01-2012, 00:31:37</strong>
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				Roarke smiled as he watched that tentative kiss.&nbsp; Dawn was Pure, she was vibrant and sensual and alive in a way no human could be.&nbsp; But she could also act so endearingly mortal at times.&nbsp; Intimacy was never something casual to her.&nbsp; <br><br><em>“Well that’s up to him, if he’d rather watch than play … that is. Though, at anytime I think we can give a demonstration of proper horn tooting.”</em>&nbsp; <br><br>He had to chuckle at that and swayed his hips a bit.&nbsp; "I'm sure there will be time for you to demonstrate your prowess in many things," he answered with a wink.&nbsp; He liked this Cecily and a friend from Dawn's past that was also part of this new world was just what she needed right now.&nbsp; It was something he could not give her and he was happy to see the rekindled and new affection in his princess.&nbsp; He wet his lips as the woman straddled Dawn and pushed her down.&nbsp; The purely sexual allure of the moment wasn't bad either he had to admit.<br><br><em>“Play me a tune, kind sir … and lets forget.”</em><br><br>The pipes touched his lips as Cecily claimed Dawn's.&nbsp; The enchanted music was soft and sensual, a low melody that was eager but not rushed.&nbsp; The notes urged and encouraged while pushing everything beyond the room away from thought.&nbsp; There was only the scent of sweet sweat and the softness of flesh and the taste of salt and the promise of pleasure shared and connection of soul and body both.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming -- Homecomings -- Group</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>06-01-2012, 00:43:12</strong>
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				There were some parts of being Pure that she thought never to understand and yet Cecily lead her deeper into it, making her see how sexual contact could be comfort with that look in her eyes and the pure heat of them. She shivered a touch, unable to help herself from being enthralled at the beauty of her oldest friend and she resisted not at all when the other woman pushed her back against the bed. The blond lay there, gazing up, smiling at the words that slipped so naturally from Cecily's lips; Ce had been born to rule, not her. <br><br>She had wanted to forget...<br><br>And ah it was so easy as Cecily's lips met hers, the heat, the hunger of it burning into her and making her skin shimmer to a glow, made her hands raise to tangle in the other woman's hair as she sighed in delight at the purity of it. Everything faded away in the face of that loving, heated kiss that demanded nothing from her save pleasure. And so she gave, pliant, eager, shivering at the caress up her sides, her own hands trailing down Cecily's back in an exploration of her own. When the kiss deepened and Ce drove her tongue into her mouth she moaned sweetly for it, shivering with want and tightened her arms around her friend, rubbing their bodies together as the faint strains of Roarke's pipes reached her ears.<br><br>The fire burned, sweet, tormenting, deep and she tangled her tongue with her friends, urging on the contact, fingers caressing the antlers and then through her silken hair, down her back to her hips and there she undulated her own, her nipples hardening in response to the primal, pleasure filled magic that flooded them. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming -- Homecomings -- Group</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lollipop</strong> on <strong>06-01-2012, 00:59:51</strong>
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				<strong>Cecily</strong><br><br>The response of the other woman’s mouth was all Cecily needed to moan deep and long. Months of not touching, not feeling, of not having exploded inside her and Cecily rode the explosion by taking more from Dawn’s mouth. Dawn pulled her tighter, the breasts pressing together and their bodies trembling against each other. The music came then as Dawn’s hands explored much the same as her own did. <br><br>It warmed her, floated sensually into her senses and made everything warmer, sweeter, and more enticing. Cecily arched a bit, her hands sliding between them and her thumbs brushing across Dawn’s taught nipples. Another moan as Dawn moved beneath her and Cecily pulled her mouth away, fighting for breath. <br><br>Just as Dawn glowed, so did Cecily, a dark amber color illuminating her skin like autumn leaves in the wood. She sighed, reaching up to brush a stray hair from Dawn’s face. She leaned in, nipped, and began to slide down the other woman’s body. Roarke’s music drove her need, had her slipping from the bed and to Dawn’s feet.<br><br>She ran her fingers, feather light, up the insides of both legs, stopping only at the hem of her skirt before she brought them back down. She lifted one leg, kissed it from ankle to thigh, her kisses landing in time with the music, her heart beating faster and faster. Cecily repeated the step with the other leg before rising a bit and pushing Dawn’s skirts up her hips. She kissed her just above the hem of her panties, teasing them both, before casting her eyes back up to dawn.<br><br>The music filled her, and she brushed her fingers lightly across the other woman’s panties. The gesture taunting, teasing, even as she smiled.<br><br>“Sit up Dawn, let me undress you … let me touch you …”<br><br>She leaned over her friend and kissed her again, her fingers still playing across the thin barrier that kept them from her core. It was seduction, driven by the pipes Roarke played, seduction driven by a need to give her best friend all she had and more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming -- Homecomings -- Group</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>06-01-2012, 01:15:19</strong>
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				Roarke played and watched as the women's kiss grew deeper and hungrier.&nbsp; The exploring fingers and slow writhing made him sway, their soft moans becoming part of the music.&nbsp; His arousal was strong, savoring the sight of two such beautiful Pure.&nbsp; The light of their auras as they gave themselves over to the moment was intoxicating.<br><br>Roarke's own skin shimmered as he played.&nbsp; The satyr stepped to the side to give Cecily room to kneel and to watch her trail kisses along Dawn's legs so tenderly and passionately.&nbsp; He nodded slightly as Cecily coaxed and seduced with such a perfect balance of need and patience.<br><br>The music stayed soft and slow, seducing rather than demanding as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming -- Homecomings -- Group</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>06-01-2012, 01:24:30</strong>
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				When Cecily's thumbs brushed at her nipples she whimpered into the kiss, savoring the way her friend was loosing herself just as she did and the blond made a soft sound of protest when the other woman moved away, trying to catch her back though she needed air as well. Cecily's autumn amber glow was glorious in her eyes, beautiful and completely her, while her own body shone as if starlight, silver radiance. Her body shifted into each touch she could get from Ce, blind and aching. The caresses on her legs, the kisses, they flustered her, had her legs parting and she protested not at all when her skirts were pushed up and her panties bared. The kiss just above them was a torment but oh so wonderful. <br><br>Her body ached, and it was flushed and wet, she knew that, from Ce or the music, it didn't really matter, not as Ce teased her fingers across the thin barrier of her cotton panties and she shuddered at the words. Dawn melted into that kiss, nipping at the other woman's lower lip and deepening it to express her desire as she pushed herself upward, into Cecily and let her hands cup the weight of her breasts, let them trail lower, to caress the skin exposed by the shorts.<br><br>"Anything for you..." she murmured against her friend's lips, shifting so that the skirt of her dress was out from under her ass and the garment could be pulled over her head at anytime. Though she had been concerned this would ruin what they were and shy almost before the moment they had started to kiss, the moment Roarke had started his tune...it had all drifted away.<br><br>All that mattered was Cecily and pleasure. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming -- Homecomings -- Group</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lollipop</strong> on <strong>06-01-2012, 01:40:02</strong>
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				<strong>Cecily</strong><br><br>Dawn’s responses were intoxicating, enthralling, from whimper to moan Cecily only wanted to find more … to give more, to have more. More of Dawn, more of the music that seemed to become a part of them, she wanted it all. There were times when she could call it just sex, many times she could have called it just sex, but when Dawn responded again to her lips and her raised up beneath her … she knew it wasn’t just sex.<br><br>And when tender, demanding hands sought her breasts she knew it wouldn’t stop for some time. It couldn’t stop, she wouldn’t allow it. The intimacy that passed between them was something stronger than just the music, but the music made it burn brighter, burn hotter.<br><em><br>"Anything for you..."</em><br><br>Cecily growled, her hands reaching down to slide up the hips Dawn exposed. Her lips, hungry against Dawn’s again, this time not giving … only taking. She kissed her hard, nibbling at the other woman’s lips before pulling back and wrenching the dress over her head. The fingers on her own skin almost drove her mad and she wished desperately they’d started this show before she’d gotten dressed.<br><br>Her head dove down, catching one hard nipple through the fabric of Dawn’s bra. She sucked it and nibbled gently before moving to the other. Then she kissed lower, her desire humming to a level that made her body tighten and ache. Down the planes of Dawn’s belly and against the cotton and lower still.<br><br>She stopped, her breath beating against the cotton between Dawn’s thighs. She looked up and across the shimmering silver skin and grinned before nuzzling Dawn and inhaling her scent. A scent of pure woman, musky and sweet. She placed one kiss there against the cotton, before her hands glided up Dawn’s thighs to pull the barrier to down her legs.<br><br>“More?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming -- Homecomings -- Group</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>06-01-2012, 02:13:28</strong>
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				Roarke had experienced the joy of Dawn's surrender first-hand but watching it again made his skin hot and bright, the shimmering of his deep blue aura playing over his skin like heat lightning as he let his own hunger and desire thread into the music of the pipes. <br><br><em>"Anything for you..."</em><br><br>He almost growled along with Cecily at that.&nbsp; The thread of music peaked a moment, a hint of that desire for taking and claiming.&nbsp; As Cecily sucked and nipped at Dawn's breasts and skin the music grew eager and more needful.<br><br><em>“More?”</em><br><br>Yes more... He thought and he drifted a step nearer as he watched that flimsy barrier of cotton be drawn down Dawn's thighs.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming -- Homecomings -- Group</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>06-01-2012, 02:23:45</strong>
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				A shiver worked through her body at the growl on the lips of her friend and she moaned into that hot kiss unable to do anything other then surrender and take through that surrender. She let her lips be taken and her tongue clung, dancing, teasing until Cecily broke the kiss and left the blond whimpering in protest. She blinked in surprise when her dress was wrenched over her head and left her in the simple bra and panties she had chosen but she only focused on the fact that now she could feel more. <br><br>And oh, dear heavens above, did Ce take advantage of that.<br><br>Dawn thought she might throw her back out with how she cried out and arched up into the mouth on her nipple, moaning in pleasure as Cecily's lips suckled and nibbles on it through the cotton of her bra and she trembled, falling back onto the bed again to open herself to the other woman's touches. Cecily's lips trailed lower and she felt her breath deepen, quicken and she bit her lower lip even as she shifted to undo the clasps of her bra, struggling with the devilish things and nearly forgetting her task when Ce paused between her legs and grinned at her, nuzzling that tender hot area.<br><br>Comfort, love, need, they swirled around her and she shuddered for a moment, when the kiss set against her panties and her hips lifted then to let Ce strip her of her last garment, as she finally got the bra undone and cast it away baring herself to the eyes of the others in the room without thought for modesty. "Yes. Oh fuck yes...." her voice was raw, unstrung, hardly like herself as she reached behind her for pillows to prop up her head so she could watch Cecily and lifted her own hands to cup her breasts, thumbing the hard peaks of her nipples. <br><br>A stolen glance she looked at Roarke, sensing his movement, listening to his music and feeling it almost like a physical thing sounding against her skin, seducing her. Normally she never commanded him, never pushed him but now... "Touch her....feel her for me, give her pleasure."
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				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming -- Homecomings -- Group</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lollipop</strong> on <strong>06-01-2012, 02:39:15</strong>
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				Touching and giving were arousing ways for one to take their pleasure. Cecily had often thought as much, but Dawn’s arching to her touches only furthered that thought. And it made Cecily want more, want it all. But still she teased, just as the soft growl from behind her teased as well. And her body was captured in the heat of arousal, as she waited for Dawn’s response.<br><br><em>"Yes. Oh fuck yes...."</em><br><br>Grinning in triumph, Cecily pulled her own top over her head and tossed it, much like she’d done with Dawn’s dress. It mattered not to her where the garments landed, only that what remained was skin; heated, glistening, shimmering flesh of both their bodies. She pulled away the rest of the cotton and tossed the panties as well, her hands quickly going back to stroke up the insides of Dawn’s thighs, her thumbs teasing at her wet lips.<br><br><em>"Touch her....feel her for me, give her pleasure."</em><br><br>Angling her head over her shoulder, Cecily grinned at Roarke her eyes offering him to take whatever he wished. <br><br>And then without warning she turned back to the other woman and swept her tongue up the length of her arousal, relishing in the taste of Dawn, the sweet taste of woman. She moaned then, flicked her tongue across the other woman’s clit, and smiled up at her.<br><br>“You taste like heaven, Dawn.”<br><br>And then she started sucking that nub in full, two fingers sliding down into her wetness, to stroke, all in an effort to make her forget … even just for a little while.
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				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming -- Homecomings -- Group</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>06-01-2012, 02:52:54</strong>
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				Roarke eased closer to the two women.&nbsp; The sight of them made his jeans much to tight for his achingly ready shaft.&nbsp; And so when Dawn commanded him, he smiled and lowered the pipes without hesitation.&nbsp; "As you wish..." he answered softly.&nbsp; His dark and hungry eyes met Cecily's when she looked back and he drank in the promise and offer there.&nbsp; He took a moment to lifted the pipes free and set them aside carefully before hastily stripping off his pants and freeing his throbbing cock at last.&nbsp; <br><br>He sank to the soft carpet behind Cecily, watching the woman sway as she worked at dawn with her lips and fingers.&nbsp; Then he was pressed close, the firm length of his cock trapped between them and nuzzling the small of her back as he slipped his hands around her, brushing his fingertips over her skin until he gathered one of her breasts into each hand and began to knead and cup those soft mounds firmly.&nbsp; His own lips moved to her back, exploring the ridges of her spine as he embraced her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming -- Homecomings -- Group</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>06-01-2012, 03:10:11</strong>
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				With open desire her eyes darkened when Cecily stripped off her top and bared her breasts, breasts that Dawn had seen countless times but never really noticed before, not like this. Every inch of her skin was arousing to her now. She shivered at the feeling of Ce's hands stroking her thighs, her thumbs a whisper against the wet petals of her sex and making her take in a shaky breath though she didn't miss the way Roarke and Cecily gazed at each other. It only fed to her desire, to know they wanted her, and that she had willed it, so it would happen. Dawn never abused her power but it felt like a rush in that moment to know she could give them all this. <br><br>A whimper of want parted her lips at the sight of him undressing, because she always seemed to want him, but her attention was stolen right back to her best friend when the other woman set between her legs and her tongue diped into her body and made her cry out and arch on the bed. Sweet, so sweet and so very knowing, the tongue of another woman against her sex. When Ce found her clit she shuddered and gasped for air, seeing the smile but far too aroused to return it. <br><br>"You are divinity Ce...." she whispered adoringly, her breath catching and moaning again when the brunette. started to suck at her clit and her fingers added to the tease, the pleasure. She writhed there on the bed, loosing herself to the heat of want and lust and shimmering with the intensity of it as it moved through her.<br><br>Her hand found Ce's hair and tangled in it, urging her on without a second thought as her toes curled and her eyes became unfocused. Silk, hot and living it felt like against her skin and only increased her need. The blond's hips undulated up into the touch, her free hand teasing her own breasts still wondering how long she could hover on pleasure's edge to savor this unexpected moment. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming -- Homecomings -- Group</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lollipop</strong> on <strong>06-01-2012, 03:28:22</strong>
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				The anticipation of knowing Roarke moved closer was almost as divine as the taste of Dawn upon her tongue. And when he was behind her, she moaned, the sound vibrating seductively off of Dawn’s sex.&nbsp; The music was gone now, but its effects remained, or maybe her own arousal was so thick she only thought to still feel its warmth.<br><br>Cecily could feel him, feel his arousal as it pressed against her back. She wanted more of it, just as she wanted more of Dawn. So she sucked harder upon the other woman’s clit, flicking her tongue now, as she writhed back against the satyr whose arms snaked around her.<br><br><em>"You are divinity Ce...."</em><br><br>She glanced up again, her eyes dark and hungry. She watched the other woman fondle her own breasts, enjoying the erotic beauty of it, taking pride in the fact that is was her tongue that drove Dawn to touch herself. <br><br>Another moan, this one ending in a forceful suckling and fingers that delved deeper, taking mmore. Roarke’s hands were upon her now, sliding across her skin to cup and kneed her breasts. How long had it been since a man had touched her? How long had it been since her nipples had grazed across masculine hands? Too long. Her pleasure was only furthered when the moaning beauty atop the bed grabbed at her hair.<br><br>Cecily gasped and nuzzled Dawn, her free hand sliding down to cup one of the hands at her breasts. There was so much stimulation, so much need, that she wondered how much more she could take and hated that she’d forgotten to shed the thin shorts when she’d shed her top.<br><br>Roarke’s lips upon her skin were as maddening as his hands upon her breasts and she was almost drunk on Dawn’s taste alone. Cecily groaned with it as stars began to swim in her mind. She could no longer hear anything but the blood pounding in her ears. It didn’t matter to her, not when she could taste Dawn and feel Roarke. Right now, between both beautiful creatures nothing mattered but the give and the take of it all.<br><br>“Dawn …”<br><br>She moaned the blond woman’s name against her pussy, flicking her tongue now faster, and willing Dawn’s pleasure, a desperate desire to ride the pleasure of her new found lovers.<br><br>“Roarke …”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming -- Homecomings -- Group</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>06-01-2012, 03:42:05</strong>
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				She was soft and hot.&nbsp; The fullness of those breasts as he squeezed and kneaded them made him murmur wordlessly against her skin as he kissed and licked and then nipped at one shoulderblade.&nbsp; The encouraging touch of her hand on his own... the needful moan the escaped her lips...<br><br>Roarke shifted his hips, easing his cock lower to nestle between Cecily's ass cheeks.&nbsp; The tight shorts were thin but they still kept skin from skin and the satyr growled against the heated flesh of her back.&nbsp; His hands moved down, leaving her breasts to roam down along her belly and seek out her hips.&nbsp; He curled his fingers in the waistband of those infuriating shorts and pulled.&nbsp; His breath blew over the dampness of the licks and kisses her placed upon her back as he strained a moment before the fabric yielded to his desire with a sharp tearing and came apart.<br><br>And suddenly his cock was pressed against hot and bare flesh, sliding along her ass and then between her thighs to rub against her pussy.&nbsp; He discarded the scraps and reached up to take her breasts once more, giving them a firm squeeze as he bucked his hips to grind against her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming -- Homecomings -- Group</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>06-01-2012, 03:59:38</strong>
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				When the mouth between her legs sucked harder she moaned and then her fingers, ah, oh...she arched her hips into it with a husky moan of delight as her skin flared up brighter and her fingers tugged in Ce's hair, urging her on and on. A woman's touch, oh it knew, just where to touch, just how, driving her to the brink all too easily. She wanted to savor the moment, to hover there but when Cecily moaned her name against her slickness and then Roarke's as well she lost herself, crying out with a scream of pleasure.<br><br>"<em>Ce</em>!"<br><br>Perhaps it was the fact that it was her friend, perhaps it was that she had been too edgy or the knowledge that Cecily was moaning for how Roarke was touching he as well. In the end it didn't matter. She lost herself to the bright white light of her climax, shinning like a star flaring into brilliance as she climaxed and writhed beneath her best friend, eyes unfocused and dazed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming -- Homecomings -- Group</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lollipop</strong> on <strong>06-01-2012, 04:10:03</strong>
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				Her body was moving desperately back against his. She was amused, as only Pure would go from eyeing one another suspiciously to groping and writhing in passion in only a few moments. She as steeped in the passion, from him and from Dawn. And it wasn’t just Dawn she was trying to help forget things, but herself. To use passion to forget why she ran away, so that she could stay and help her closest friend.<br><br>And as he ripped her shorts, removing that barrier as if the fabric had been nothing but flimsy gauze, she arched against him, moaning. She would be taken, the furious rip of the shorts told her that much. And she wanted it, wanted it as desperately wanted release to rip through Dawn. <br><br>Roarke’s swollen cock slid down between the rounded cheeks of her ass and beyond, rubbing against the wetness … teasing her, tormenting her. She moaned again, thrusting her hips back against him and thrusting her breasts into his hands. And still, she suckled and licked Dawn; using her tongue every way she knew how so that she could feel the other woman tense and crash above her.<br><br>And she did.<br><br><em>"Ce!"</em><br><br>Cecily smiled triumphantly as the orgasm ripped through the now vibrantly shining other woman. And still it wasn’t enough, never enough. With a hand on each him, Cecily jerked her down violently into her lap. The move pushed them all back, Cecily practically on all fours, her as pushed out and beckoning against Roarke’s cock and Dawn in her lap.<br><br>She kissed Dawn, hungrily, paying no heed to the passion and release that coated her lips. All she knew was that it wasn’t enough, she needed more. Her hands hungrily searched out the blonde’s full breasts, kneading and teasing. She took the kiss deeper, greedily taking everything she could.<br><br>“Dawn … Dawn … Dawn …”<br><br>Her hips thrust back again, her body writhing.<br><br>"Roarke ... Roarke ..."<br><br>And she lost herself to it, letting to the touch and torment of the devilishly handsome satyr and the taste and surrender of the beautiful Pure she kissed. The only thing she knew is that she could never have enough.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming -- Homecomings -- Group</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>06-01-2012, 04:44:40</strong>
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				Roarke could not help but pause when Dawn's climax crashed over her and lit her skin like a flare.&nbsp; But Cecily did not let that moment linger, pulling Dawn down to the floor with them.&nbsp; The was no mistaking what she wanted.. even before she moaned out his name between fierce kisses the thrusting of her hips and grinding against him made it clear.<br><br>He reached down, taking hold of his cock and guiding the head across her wet folds.&nbsp; A shift of his hips and a thrust and he was inside her.&nbsp; It had been a long time for her but he did not hesitate.&nbsp; He moved to grasp her hips, pulling her back as he thrust forward, driving in hard and fast.&nbsp; He gripped her hips hard and growled in satisfaction when he felt his balls slap against her the first time.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Roarke found Dawn's eyes then, letting her see the wild green of his own as the slap of flesh against flesh grew loud.&nbsp; "Oh yes..." he groaned as he felt his muscles coiling and building already.&nbsp; He reached up then, not taking the fae's hair but instead grasping on of those majestic antlers and tugging at it in the same way as he drove into her relentlessly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming -- Homecomings -- Group</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>10-01-2012, 04:42:54</strong>
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				Her breath had hardly started to come back when she felt her friend's hands jerk her downward and she moaned into the sudden hot kiss from Ce's lips. Dawn clung to it, shivering to taste herself and ler her tongue seduce her best friend with its skill with a confidence she had never had about her body when they had known each other before. Ce's hands on her breasts made her cry out into the kiss, nipples hardening and her own hands lifted to bury in the brunette's gorgeous hair and cling to her until the other woman broke the kiss. <br><br>She ran her hands down Ce's body, one slipping between her legs to gently touch at the other woman's clit; nerves about not knowing what to do vanished as she simply focused on giving her friend pleasure in return. Roarke seemed to be taking her order seriously with how he was touching her and with her hand where it was she felt it when he thrust himself deep and hard into the other woman's body and shivered with desire flaring in her eyes as midnight sky and wild green met. <br><br>"Yes...." she murmured, a smile on her lips. "Cecily...give into the pleasure, let me return what you gifted me with."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming -- Homecomings -- Group</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lollipop</strong> on <strong>10-01-2012, 06:23:09</strong>
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				<strong>Cecily</strong><br><br>It had been so very long since she’d received pleasure from someone who was Pure, since she’d received the sort of pleasure her body craved. Roarke moved behind her as she pulled Dawn from the bed. She was taking and being taken, all the while her blood pounded a primal symphony in her ears. <br><br>She was gasping as she claimed the mouth of the other woman, her closest friend. Gasping from Dawn’s hands in her hair, and more from Roarke’s swollen member teasing her wet slit and then he was inside her. <br><br>She cried out, wordlessly as his hands gripped her hips and her took her fully. It had been so long she’d forgotten how good it felt to be taken by a pure, forgotten the powerful surge of&nbsp; Pure lover’s hips. She moaned with it, writhing against Dawn’s touches. Her body trembled as she tossed her head back and arched with it.<br><br><em>"Oh yes..."</em><br><br>Roarke’s groaned words fueled her, fired her desire, and Cecily met his thrusts with a force only a Pure could muster. She brought her eyes to Dawn then. She wanted the both so badly, needed to touch both, to touch Dawn while the force of Roarke’s strokes sent her moving against her. <br><br><em>"Yes...."<br><br>"Cecily...give into the pleasure, let me return what you gifted me with."</em><br><br>She moaned low and loud as the other woman’s fingers found her trigger and accepted Dawn's gift without hesitation. The passion with within her escalated to an uncontrollable level and with a wild cry Cecily let it all go and came in a crashing, muscle clenching release unlike anything she’d had in a very long time. As she did, she lowered her lips to Dawn’s and shared that release with her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming -- Homecomings -- Group</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>10-01-2012, 17:57:09</strong>
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				<strong>Roarke</strong><br><br>His own guttural cries grew louder as he took Cecily hard and fast.&nbsp; The sight of her kissing his beloved Dawn while she was still glowing from her release made the satyr growl in pleasure.&nbsp; It felt good to be unrestrained... to take pleasure and give it without hesitation.<br><br>Dawn's words to her lover spurred him on and the satyr leaned in close to feel Cecily's back against his chest as Dawn stroked the other pure, coaxing her to that magnificent release.&nbsp; His arms encircled her torso again, cupping and squeezing her breasts as he clung to her while pumping his hips in short hard thrusts as she exploded and clenched his cock.&nbsp; It only took a few thrusts before he felt his own release.<br><br>He leaned in as the first gush of his spend flowed and his aura flared.&nbsp; Then the satyr sank his teeth into the amber-hued flesh of Cecily's shoulder and moaned into her flesh as he jerked his hips and rode out their climaxes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming -- Homecomings -- Group</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>18-01-2012, 02:16:10</strong>
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				<strong>Dawn</strong><br><br>A smile curved her lips as she felt Cecily's pleasure peak and then she happily returned the kiss, her lips and tongue seducing the other woman deeper into pleasure as she caressed her with a surety she wasn't sure she truly had. Pleasure for Ce was all that mattered and that gave her fearlessness as Roarke took her friend's body and they both found their pleasure. <br><br>The blond broke the kiss, pulling away panting for air and smiling as she gazed at them both. "That was...incredible."<br><br>There was a knock on the door then, and it opened, though closed quickly once Gwydion slipped in. She felt his familiar gaze on her and then saw it move to the others with a hint of approval in his eyes. And of course he approved, he was Pure and he was the man who had taken her virginity, a dear friend who only put up with the Courts for her now. He wanted her to be like this, like the rest of them, to take pleasure where she found it and not suffer from mortal issues of modesty and shame. But his presence put a blush into her cheeks and she took a moment to give him a smile as she slumped against the bed.<br><br>"Seems I missed a good time." He commented with a chuckle, letting the others know he was there. A plastic bag rustled and was set down on the dresser. "Still, I have the ice cream so can I bribe my way in?"<br><br>And his teasing, sultry manner with those bedroom eyes that he did so well [no doubt part of the reason he was as famous as he was] had he start to laugh, gasping for air. "Oh....sometimes its good to be Pure."
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				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming -- Homecomings -- Group</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lollipop</strong> on <strong>19-01-2012, 18:47:10</strong>
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				<strong>Cecily</strong><br><br><em>"That was...incredible."</em><br><br>She couldn’t respond more than to laugh. A rich, trembling laugh floated from her lips as Dawn’s pulled away from her lips. It had been awhile since Cecily had made love to a Pure; hell it had been awhile since she’d made love to anyone (being in the wilds of Africa will dampen one’s sex life). So calling it merely incredible was an understatement of the highest caliber, at least for Cecily.<br><br>Dawn was beautiful in every way. It was true Cecily didn’t usually swing that way, but the fact was that Dawn was an intoxicating creature. Intoxicating enough to pull anyone and everyone in. Cecily was not about to complain about being one of those pulled in. Just as she was not going to complain about offering escape, not matter how short lived.<br><br>There was a knock and much like with Roarke; the man slid into the door before waiting on a response. Not that she could complain of how things had happened after Roarke entered, especially not when she’d still not moved from beneath him. But still, the lack of privacy was not something she would imagine Dawn enjoyed. <br><br>At least their intruder seemed to enjoy when he had walked in on. His fiery hair drew her eyes first, especially since it seemed to match the color that was now on Dawn’s cheeks. Cecily merely raised a brow as she wiggled unceremoniously from beneath Roarke. She sent him a sly smile over her shoulder, leaving no mistake in how much she had enjoyed his attentions.<br><br><em>"Seems I missed a good time."<br><br>"Still, I have the ice cream so can I bribe my way in?"</em><br><br>Ice cream. She was perhaps human enough, or had been with them long enough, that the thoughts of ice cream had her dancing in her own mind. Dancing, wiggling, and dashing for a spoon. Not that the treat was necessarily better than sex, but it was like the cherry on top of good sex. <br><br><em>"Oh....sometimes its good to be Pure."</em><br><br>“Indeed. It means I can eat all the ice cream I want and not get fat, as long as I have steamy hot sex all the time.”<br><br>Cecily winked conspiratorially at Dawn before looking down to realize the shorts she’d barely worn for a moment wouldn’t soon be worn again. There was much to do and much to discuss, but not until after she caught her breath … and had her ice cream. She eyed the bags as she slumped up against the bed beside Dawn.<br><br>“Please Gods, whoever you are …”<br><br>She gestured at the man.<br><br>“… tell me you brought spoons.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming -- Homecomings -- Group</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amberghylles</strong> on <strong>20-01-2012, 00:22:07</strong>
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				If Gwydion's arrival bothered him Roarke didn't show it.&nbsp; He sat back as Cecily wiggled away, dropping back to sit on the floor as he lifted his arms above his head and interlaced his fingers in a languid stretch.<br><br>The banter between Cecily and Gwydion made his chuckle, but his attention was on Dawn.&nbsp; She seemed relaxed and happy, at least for now, and that made him contented.&nbsp; When Ce flopped back beside her and asked about spoons, it brought him back from his woolgathering.&nbsp; "Oh fear not good maiden," he chuckled, "Sir Gwydion here always comes prepared."<br><br>He leaned back and rested his hands on the floor behind him, grinning and letting his gaze drift lazily over the two beautiful and delightfully naked female forms.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming -- Homecomings -- Group</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>28-01-2012, 18:54:57</strong>
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				“<em>Indeed. It means I can eat all the ice cream I want and not get fat, as long as I have steamy hot sex all the time</em>.”<br><br>Cecily's response to her comment had the blond laughing again as she shifted to rest further against her best friend. In college years they had sometimes shared rooms and beds, snuggling and totally at ease with one another. Now things were different, clearly, but she refused to let them become awkward, not with her best friend. Dawn kissed Ce's cheek with a soft giggle. "You really do love your ice cream.."<br><br>Gwydion seemed just as amused and reached into the shopping bag for the different pints of ice cream and a few spoons, the redheaded Pure went down onto his knees and walked to them on them without an inch of seeming subservient. Those burning blue eyes found hers and she found her breath catching, her skin flickering all over again because he was one of her best friends here in the new life, a incredible lover and the man to whom her innocence had gone. He had refused to let her be simply a tool to her father's whim. <br><br>When he reached them she shifted up, flashing him a smile. "What's the price for yielding the spoons oh Harper?" <br><br>It got a deep chuckle out of him as he set the ice cream down and then shifted the spoons, considering. "A kiss, from your lips and then hers." Dawn glanced at Ce with a smile, figuring her friend would consent, after all she had just done far more then kiss Roarke. And so the blond leaned in, setting her lips against Gwydion's and then softened, whimpering in delight as with a savage sort of grace he moved it deeper, kissing her so well her thoughts spun away and she clung to him without reserve. When he finally pulled away, nipping her lower lip with a pleased smile she returned the expression and collected her spoon. <br><br>"I think I got rather more out of that deal.."
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				Title: <strong>Re: In the Dark of Dreaming -- Homecomings -- Group</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lollipop</strong> on <strong>21-02-2012, 21:42:48</strong>
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				<strong>Cecily</strong><br><br>Roarke’s mention of spoon preparedness earned him a quick grin from Cecily. Life as Pure had never been this simple, she realized, not in her father’s court. But here friendships and lovers were easy, warm, and involved ice cream. For those few moments life couldn’t get any better. The press of Dawn’s lips to her cheek reminded her of that. <br><br>She stashed the guilt about lying to her best friend, the guilt from not being there for Dawn when she should have been, and just enjoyed the company of the others. For a few moments, Cecily could just be … nothing more, nothing less, just be. <br><br>The easy companionship Dawn had with these men eased some of Cecily’s fears, some of her guilt. It was easy to float along, basking in the glow of really good sex, and watch the others interact. She should have felt out of place, but she didn’t. Dawn would have had none of that sort of thinking anyway. Here, right now, she felt content. Contentment had been hard to come by, in her first life and in the second. She’d only found it alone with the animals, until now.<br><br><em>"What's the price for yielding the spoons oh Harper?"<br><br>"A kiss, from your lips and then hers."</em><br><br>Cecily returned Dawn’s smile and shrugged her shoulders. For ice cream, a kiss seemed fair game. It might be worse if she were surrounded by trolls, but she wasn’t, the three others were beautiful. Were she anything but Pure, she’d have felt self conscious nude in front of such displays of gloriousness. She snorted, out loud, before shaking her head. She’d been away from her own kind for far too long.<br><br><em>"I think I got rather more out of that deal.."</em><br><br>Their kiss had left Cecily’s body warming and it didn’t seem so much like payment. The corners of her mouth quirked up and she winked at Roarke. <br><br>“My spoon is being held for ransom.”<br><br>Shrugging again, Cecily chuckled, and leaned forward towards Gwydion in almost a mirror image of the way Dawn had.<br><br>“If I whimper like she did, I should get two spoons.”
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