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These days, there was nothing that could cause Olive to rush, or to hurry, or to do anything in a manner that was remotely stressful. Everything happened in its own time, with its own pacing, and there was nothing that the druid could do about that; it did not matter how long she labored, or how many times she worried. Everything happened when it was going to happen, so Olive figured she might as well be passive about it and enjoy the ride.
It was a luxury that many didn’t have, but it was certainly afforded to her through her presence in the willows, her sanctuary — a sanctuary that was open to all, if they willed it. Life was easy here, slow and lovely, and Olive usually found that if she did not have the energy to tend to a task one day, there were very few repercussions to waiting until the next day to do it. Everything was always fine, all the time.
Even when it came to conceiving her next litter, Olive did so in a sweet, methodical and unassuming manner. She knew what type of dramas rushing into these sorts of things caused, and she wouldn’t have any of that — it would be done right, when the timing was perfect, and because she had Seabreeze by her side, she was not left wanting. Now quite experienced in the art of baby-making, Olive did not worry that her fertility would suddenly disappear and with it, her every possibility of conceiving a litter for she and Seabreeze and Delight — sure the stakes were high, but Olive had every confidence that this was the way of things. When it was meant to happen, she would know.
— and then, one day, Olive woke up and she knew!
Perhaps there was an extra rush of blood in her veins, or an extra skip-beat of her heart, but from the moment she opened her eyes that morning, she knew it was the day. The druid unfurled herself from Seabreeze’s side and kissed her to wakefulness. There was no question that the two of them were no longer enough to make the relationship whole; there was a distinct need for Delight that transcended their inability to conceive a little on their own. From a past of healing and support had grown a real love and affection, and they made sure that Delight knew he was as welcome in their hearts and souls as he was in their bed. Olive desired a real relationship with him as much as Seabreeze did, and when the feelings were this authentic, the rest of it all was a no-brainer.
So, under the cover of the early morning, the two women pulled themselves from the rose garden where they lay and went out to search for @Delight.
It was a luxury that many didn’t have, but it was certainly afforded to her through her presence in the willows, her sanctuary — a sanctuary that was open to all, if they willed it. Life was easy here, slow and lovely, and Olive usually found that if she did not have the energy to tend to a task one day, there were very few repercussions to waiting until the next day to do it. Everything was always fine, all the time.
Even when it came to conceiving her next litter, Olive did so in a sweet, methodical and unassuming manner. She knew what type of dramas rushing into these sorts of things caused, and she wouldn’t have any of that — it would be done right, when the timing was perfect, and because she had Seabreeze by her side, she was not left wanting. Now quite experienced in the art of baby-making, Olive did not worry that her fertility would suddenly disappear and with it, her every possibility of conceiving a litter for she and Seabreeze and Delight — sure the stakes were high, but Olive had every confidence that this was the way of things. When it was meant to happen, she would know.
— and then, one day, Olive woke up and she knew!
Perhaps there was an extra rush of blood in her veins, or an extra skip-beat of her heart, but from the moment she opened her eyes that morning, she knew it was the day. The druid unfurled herself from Seabreeze’s side and kissed her to wakefulness. There was no question that the two of them were no longer enough to make the relationship whole; there was a distinct need for Delight that transcended their inability to conceive a little on their own. From a past of healing and support had grown a real love and affection, and they made sure that Delight knew he was as welcome in their hearts and souls as he was in their bed. Olive desired a real relationship with him as much as Seabreeze did, and when the feelings were this authentic, the rest of it all was a no-brainer.
So, under the cover of the early morning, the two women pulled themselves from the rose garden where they lay and went out to search for @Delight.
and all my days are trances, and all my nightly dreams
are where thy grey eye glances, and where thy footstep gleams
in what ethereal dances, by what eternal streams
are where thy grey eye glances, and where thy footstep gleams
in what ethereal dances, by what eternal streams
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it hurts until it doesn't - by Olive - March 01, 2019, 06:01 PM
RE: it hurts until it doesn't - by Ariel - March 05, 2019, 10:20 AM
RE: it hurts until it doesn't - by Olive - March 07, 2019, 04:21 PM
RE: it hurts until it doesn't - by Ariel - March 12, 2019, 01:37 PM
RE: it hurts until it doesn't - by Olive - March 19, 2019, 02:50 PM
RE: it hurts until it doesn't - by Ariel - March 19, 2019, 04:18 PM
RE: it hurts until it doesn't - by Olive - March 21, 2019, 05:16 PM
RE: it hurts until it doesn't - by Ariel - March 31, 2019, 05:50 PM
RE: it hurts until it doesn't - by Olive - April 01, 2019, 12:21 AM