This is Tyrese's second most favored room on his estate, the bedroom. The master bedroom. It has a small sitting area sectioned off, settled right beside the door leading to his wrap around balcony. The large bay windows have heavy, dark curtains that close with the click of a button on a universal remote located beside his king sized bed. Ty typically stays in this room until mid morning, even if he is not sleeping. This room in particular was an area he splurged on, an investment in a place that melts away stress. Even though it's just him here, he is more or less content. Guests aren't allowed here without his express permission, all except his publishers who make habit of forcing their way in when hunting the male down like the animal he is (their words, not his.)
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Master Bathroom:
This is a well endowed room, featuring jets within the tub and heated floors. The shower has control settings mounted to the wall so the very water temperature is set to his liking. He finds that he showers often, considering he often goes out in wolf form and tends to get dirty. One must pass through his walk-in closet in order to reach this luxurious room.
Office:
This is where the author gets his work done. A set of arm chairs sit infront of the heavy oak desk for when his publishers drop in to force him to meet his deadlines. He never misses one, his work is always completed days ahead of time...but since he likes to make a fuss, he pretends otherwise to keep the higher ups on edge. He's not quite sure why he likes torturing them, besides for the hoots he gets out of it. Every wall in this room, including the space around the door, is covered with books. The man needs a ton of reference material whenever he starts a new work. No one but publishers and himself are permitted to enter this room, especially when he is working, and trespassers should have a death wish should they ever knock on the door.
Theater Room:
Sela Bedroom:
This room is for singular guests, or a single special couple in particular, if they grace him with their hyperactive crack fueld presence. Ty may pass out in this room at rare times when he over works himself. This is the second most grand bedroom on the estate, as he feels it is appropriate to cater to those he assigns to this room. It has a walk-in bathroom, although not as large as his own. It also features a fireplace, sitting area, flatscreen tv, and glass doors leading out to a private veranda in the backyard.
Bedroom:
This room was remodeled in case any of his five uncles, two aunts, or eight cousins should come to visit. It doesn't happen especially often, but he likes to be prepared just in case. His favored cousin Aaron jr comes more frequently than any other family member, and is always welcome as he has always looked up to Tyrese. Ty may also hide out in one of the bunks when fleeing from his publishers, it only works sometimes, and only lasts until they have checked every other room in the estate.
Bathrooms:
These full bathrooms connect to each spare bedroom, another half bath sits connected to the main sitting room for guests. They are nicely decorated, but still smaller than his own bathroom. There isn't much to be said about this room, just keep it clean.
Living Room:
One will observe this room has no tv. It is a formal sitting room he uses when his guests either aren't staying for long, or when he's performing business with one person or another who doesn't necessarily need to be shown to his office to get things done. On occasion, he will use this room to host parties, allow interviews with lucky reporters, and to temporarily entertain fans lucky enough to be invited inside. Large double doors lead directly outside to the heated pool as well as his garden area where he grows his herbs.
Kitchen:
This is Ty's most favored room in the whole estate, his kitchen, as can be deduced by it's huge size. Strategically placed flower pots always house seasonal herbs not already in his garden. They keep the room fragrant and the food seasoned with organic ingredients. The cabinets are also used to store the dried ingredients he uses in teas, as he has over one hundred combinations he has created and stored for anytime he desires a fresh brew. The cabinets, pantry, fridge, and wine rack are always fully stocked, Ty doesn't play around when it comes to this. However, he only cooks for friends, so one may count themselves as fortunate to have this measure of favor from him. Like absolutely everything in his house, Ty likes things to be left exactly the way he arranged them. With exception to the guest rooms while in use, he will become irate when things are not organized and in a strict and clean order. Even if he were to have a lover, he won't likely let them 'tweak' what he has set his mind on thinking something ought to be arranged.
Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2014 11:41 pm
✗ With no one ✗ @ home -EXIT- ✗ Is in human form ✗ Link to journal: none currently ✗ wearing/Driving ✗ Inspiration for newest work: Long Time Coming ✗ Today's deadline: 30 pages before noon
Tyrese leaned back against his pillow, looking to his bedside table where his clock displayed the time. Still kind of early, he'd learned to hate waking up anytime before nine with his vast amounts of free time. Regardless, he often was, as his best thoughts and inspirations seemed to dawn on him around five anti meridian and keep him up for a few hours until he had them all typed out on his laptop. His thirty page quota for today was already met, which meant he would be bored for the next sixteen hours or so. Seeing as he was wide awake now, he plucked his universal remote from beside his clock and clicked the blue command button to open his blinds and curtains. The room was flooded with light and he mumbled gruffly to himself before turning on the tv and changing the channel to the news. There was a grunt of effort as he closed his laptop and crawled to the foot of his bed to drop the device onto the ottoman. He dropped too, back into the comfortable blankets stomach and head down. It was a relief to feel the cool silken and leather patches sewn onto his comforter against his bare chest and down the length of his legs, sending a welcomed shiver down his spine.
The tv blared on for ten minutes while Ty listened for the weather report, breathing in the smell of downy on his comforter and playing with his bed head lazily. It would be good weather today, the type of weather that made him want to go out for a drive. One thing about moving from a mainland one bedroom studio you've lived in for the last three years to a three bedroom estate on an island was all the moving you had to do. And after having lived so simply before now, he ended up having to do a butt load of shopping to fill every room with tasteful furniture and decor. He wasn't that bad of an interior decorator, if he could say so himself. He liked that the noise he made from whatever room he was in echoed throughout the whole property with pristine reverberation. Three months living here and he had just finished unpacking the last box yesterday, and now he could emerge from his den like a mole emerging from it's winter hibernation. He had so much space just to himself, but he deserved it, he'd earned it in earnest. Everything that happened since high school weighed him down so heavily for so long, he couldn't believe it had already been five years...there would be a reunion after ten years, right?
Turning on his back, he stared at his ceiling fan and lifted his hand to click the button powering off the tv. Time to get going for today, maybe take a tour of the parts of the island he hadn't seen yet. He lingered after sitting up on his elbows, his mind going to Finn. He knew the squirrelly blonde had moved here, it was in the email sent to him just over three months ago that piped the wolf's interest in moving here himself. He hadn't yet gone to see him and let the man know they were on the same continent, state even, after five long years. They hadn't talked that much either, a fault of the author as he often neglected to reply to his high school friend's onslaught of emails. He read every single one, but replied to very few. It had been enough for them to know where they were in life and hardly anything more, on Ty's part at least. Finn was a chatter box even over the internet, the wolf didn't mind. Finn was his right hand man even long distance, he and Bree inspired one of his more popular series on the market right now. Ty felt a pang of guilt knowing he missed his best friend's wedding and hadn't been there when he blew out his knee a few years ago. For the wedding he dedicated his newly published book to them, for the accident he did nothing. He didn't know what to say. Knowing Finn's hyperkinesis and his love for sports, what could have been said?
But today he was going to see the couple down in...Pasadena? Hn, the address was in his email, and probably the phone book if he or anyone owned one of those anymore. Plans set in stone, he got out of bed and remade it into near perfect form. Turning on the radio via universal remote, he passed through his walk in closet to his bathroom. He didn't bother with the floor heater, he wouldn't be in here long today. Turning the shower water to 65 even, he stepped out of his boxers and tossed them into the laundry basket before stepping under the water. He pushed his hair back, rotating to get thoroughly soaked over. Ten minutes and he stepped out again, the scent of old spice on his skin and apple cinnamon in his hair. He grabbed a towel and dried off, transitioning over to the sink to brush and floss his teeth and style his hair. In the closet, he selected casual wear and fidgeted childishly with the tie. He missed going shirtless in high school, the good ol' days when he wore vests and called himself dressed. He missed a lot of things from high school.
Jogging downstairs after powering off everything in his room and packing his old leather satchel, his shoes then tapped dully over the hardwood flooring until he stopped in the kitchen for a left over steak burrito. He tapped his foot while waiting on it to warm in the microwave, snatching it out as soon as it was done and taking a water bottle along with it out the door. He paused to grab his keys off the wall before closing the door and staring the car with a command from the key ring. His heavy breathing inducing Bentley was another splurge, the funds coming from his book -Red Thorns- that was in the process of being filmed as a movie. That was a jackpot moment if he'd ever seen one, but he wasn't arrogant...he was stunned and honored. Then again, if that fifth grade trash Fifty Shades of Grey could be made into a movie, his bloody well better be made into a movie! Stuffing his food into his mouth as a temporary carrier, he slipped into the drivers seat and turned to put his water into the cup holder and bag into the passengers seat before looking over his shoulder as he backed out of his driveway.
『Estate #: 1504 Lumiere ┋Funds: $900 』 『Temper┋Stress┋Happiness lvls:✎✎✎✎✎ ┋✎✎✎✎✎ ┋✎✎✎✎✎』 "My words are useless if they don't deconstruct the limitations that keep the creativity in you from flourishing." -TY Havens Out Of Chamomile:
✗ N/A ✗ Home ✗ Is in human form ✗ Link to journal: none currently ✗ Wearing/Driving ✗ Inspiration for newest work: Long Time Coming ✗ Today's deadline: 30 pages before noon
Tyrese trudged up his driveway, dragging his keys from his pocket and absently jingling them on one finger. He stopped at the door, staring at the cherrywood and knowing there was no one on the other side. He couldn't go back to Lillain's place. Couldn't turn around and go to Finn and Bree. This was the first time being alone didn't feel right. It felt appropriate, but so empty and without refuge or distraction from the storm brewing inside him. What was going to happen next, would any of this he fixed? He blinked back more tears, but couldn't swallow the lump in his throat.
He dropped the keys twice trying to open the door before finally doing so. He shuffled inside, and shut it with his shoulder. He stared at the empty house, dropped his keys where the key rack should have been, and pressed his back to the door before sliding into a sitting position. He tore off his vest and dropped it to, right on top of the keys as he slumped down that much more. Lillian. Sela. Finn. Bree. What was his life anymore? What was whole and what was broken? He kicked off his shoes one at a time, took off his watch and tossed his wallet aside -after removing the picture of Sela.
He had his phone in his hand when it began ringing, he gave it one unfamiliar glance and put it down beside his watch. Legs drawn to his chest, he laid his head on them when more sobs shook past his lips. Wasn't he done with this yet? He wished he was. He just didn't know if he would be okay. He and Lillian and Sela. He and Finn. His could one single day be this full of pain? He held his stomach, throat hurting where it couldn't make sound. He became both irritated and disconsolate by the echos of his own cries.
The phone paused, and began ringing again. He glanced, turned away, and took a second glance before snatching it up. Who wanted what with him right now of all times of all days?! He picked up, "What?!"
『Estate #: 1504 Lumiere ┋Funds: $495』 『Temper┋Stress┋Happiness lvls:✎✎✎✎✎┋✎✎✎✎✎┋✎✎✎✎✎』 "My words are useless if they don't deconstruct the limitations that keep the creativity in you from flourishing." -TY Havens Out Of Chamomile: uwah! We all need bandaids! T^T I'm sorry!
Lady Illusia"
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Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2014 8:41 pm
✗ Bree, Finn ✗ Home -EXIT- ✗ Is in human form ✗ Link to journal: none currently ✗ Wearing/Driving ✗ Inspiration for newest work: Long Time Coming ✗ Today's deadline: 30 pages before noon
Tyrese jerked the phone away from his ear with a painful wince, recovering with a wavering sigh. "Lillian? Uh, s-sorry." He didn't think she'd call him this soon. He could imagine the look of her face just now and dropped his head for a few moments. There was nothing more above his shoulders to be bitten off today! There was silence until she spoke again, his head snapped up and his brows furrowed at her tone. His pulse raced again, but not because of an upsetting argument, but dawning panic. "Sela? Is she okay?! I-...I'll come right over, where are you?" He asked quickly, scrambling up and standing in place. He glanced around, opening his coat closet and slipping on sandals. Once he kicked his vest aside, he grabbed his keys and listened for her reply as he stormed out the door.
『Estate #: 1504 Lumiere ┋Funds: $495』 『Temper┋Stress┋Happiness lvls:✎✎✎✎✎┋✎✎✎✎✎┋✎✎✎✎✎』 "My words are useless if they don't deconstruct the limitations that keep the creativity in you from flourishing." -TY Havens Out Of Chamomile: I cried a couple times. Ugh >.<
✗ Sela ✗ Home ✗ Is in human form ✗ Link to journal: none currently ✗ Wearing/Driving ✗ Inspiration for newest work: Long Time Coming ✗ Today's deadline: Review email of latest suggestions and criticisms of book draft
Tyrese parked in his dust stained cobblestoned driveway, shifting his vehicle into park and removing the key from the ignition. The short drive had been quiet but he hadn't felt uncomfortable or nervous. He let his seatbelt snap back into place releasing his body, and grunted as he clamored from behind the wheel. He got the unbrella while Sela took off her seatbelt, meeting her at her door as he opened it and picked her up. "We can share the umbrella." He moved her to one arm and grabbed her backpack too.
Closing the door and locking the car, he let them inside a minute or so later and plopped his daughter into her feet. "Do you want a quick tour before we make your hot chocolate? Or would you rather explore once it's time for daddy to get his work done?" He asked, locking the door and picking up his abandoned watch and vest from the floor where they spent the night. He gathered his shoes as well so everything could be filed into it's proper place. He lead the way to the livingroom a dredged her backpack in the arm of the couch.
『Estate #: 1504 Lumiere ┋Funds: $495』 『Temper┋Stress┋Happiness lvls:✎✎✎✎✎┋✎✎✎✎✎┋✎✎✎✎✎』 "My words are useless if they don't deconstruct the limitations that keep the creativity in you from flourishing." -TY Havens Out Of Chamomile:
Looking out the window the whole drive to his house, Sela's eyes only grew bigger and bigger as the house became grander and grander. Where were they going? It was so nice and pristine over in this neighborhood! As they pulled into the driveway, her head craned back to see the entirety of his home. She had a look of awe plastered on her face, not even paying attention to anything going on around her. When he seat belt was unfastened for her, she stuck her arms out as she was picked up, her eyes glued to the massive house they were parked in front of. This was where her daddy lived?! Why didn't she and mommy live in a nice house like this? She loved her house, but this one was so pretty! Her head tilted back even further as they walked up to the front door until she couldn't see the outside anymore.
Dropped to her feet, she looked around with wide eyed fascination as she was led to the living room. Sela gasped lightly at the grand appearance of the living room. She's only seen things this fancy in her uncle's house. She looked back at him with the same awestruck look, "Hot chocolate first," she answered slowly. That way she'd have something to do while he did his work.
✗ Sela ✗ Home ✗ Is in human form ✗ Link to journal: none currently ✗ Wearing/Driving ✗ Inspiration for newest work: Long Time Coming ✗ Today's deadline: Review email of latest suggestions and criticisms of book draft
Tyrese took regard of Sela's awestruck expression, nodding to her short retort as he began to chuckle. "Okay that's just fine. Follow me this way hun." Leaving his things at the foot of the stairs for a while, he waved Sela along on their brief stroll to the kitchen. Big and grand, yes, but desolate and lonely. He was inquisitive of Sela looking so bewildered by wonderment, he supposed Lillian raised her child in the environment akin to where they lived now, not high class like she herself had been raised. This was new to the wolf as well, before now he never dreamed of being anything other than a content country bumpkin like he still preferred.
"Make yourself at home, this won't be long." He remarked quietly, putting on a pot of water to boil before rummaging for fresh chocolate and his double boiler. He broke the chocolate into squares and plopped them into the uppermost pot before setting it on the stove over the heat. He added milk and a dash of nutmeg. "Wait. Hm...do you have any allergies, Sela?" He called to where ever she was at the moment. He nabbed a bag of marshmallows and left them beside the cinammon. He himself had no allergies, he didn't recall Lil having any either. He smacked his lips and spun around to grasp two large white and gold stripped porcelain mugs.
『Estate #: 1504 Lumiere ┋Funds: $495』 『Temper┋Stress┋Happiness lvls:✎✎✎✎✎┋✎✎✎✎✎┋✎✎✎✎✎』 "My words are useless if they don't deconstruct the limitations that keep the creativity in you from flourishing." -TY Havens Out Of Chamomile:
Sela followed along silently, her eyes darting back and forth to everything there was to look at on their way to the kitchen. WHOA! She stopped dead, looking at the kitchen with a slightly agape mouth. It was such a nice kitchen! Way nicer then her own. Slowly, she made her way to one of the bar stool and huffed a little as she climbed up to sit at the counter. Her eyes drifted all around the room multiple times, making sure to look at every single thing there was to see in here. "Hm?" she hummed as she dropped her gaze onto him. "No." Blue locks swished around as she shook her head to accompany the word. "Daddy...Why do you live in a house so big all by yourself? Doesn't it get lonely?" she asked, looking around again before looking back at him.
✗ Sela ✗ Home ✗ Is in human form ✗ Link to journal: none currently ✗ Wearing/Driving ✗ Inspiration for newest work: Long Time Coming ✗ Today's deadline: Review email of latest suggestions and criticisms of book draft
Tyrese let the milk and chocolate coalesce as they came to a boil, walking to the patio doors and looking out at his garden. The rain was good for them, but he may need to worry about how cold it was getting. They were seasonal, but this was more tropical weather than the region he brought them from. Hearing Sela answer his question, he nodded and heard what he was asked in turn. "Well, I feel like I worked hard and it wouldn't be bad to treat myself to something nice. And well, daddy likes being alone a lot of the time...but at the end of everyday he does get lonely for a family. But daddy has that now, doesn't he." He smiled over at her and returned to the stove to pour Sela's cup. He motioned as he placed it on the table with it's low surface she could reach and dashed it with cinammon, then dropping in three marshmallows. "Careful, it's hot. Stay inside until daddy is done with work and don't do anything that has even a fraction of a chance of getting you hurt. Just call if you need me, if you explore then my office is on the second floor." He kissed the top of her head after making himself a cup of apple cinammon tea and making sure the stove was off. "There's a tv in the livingroom on the third floor, same floor as my room if you'd rather sit in there after I take my shower." He paused to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything, which also gave time for Sela to interject if something was wrong.
『Estate #: 1504 Lumiere ┋Funds: $495』 『Temper┋Stress┋Happiness lvls:✎✎✎✎✎┋✎✎✎✎✎┋✎✎✎✎✎』 "My words are useless if they don't deconstruct the limitations that keep the creativity in you from flourishing." -TY Havens Out Of Chamomile:
"But..." she started, her eyes dropping to the granite counter tops, staring at the pattern intensely. They were a family now.No, they had always been a family. "We don't live together. Daddy will still get lonely at the end of the day," she finished, her pointer finger smoothing over the surface of the granite. She wanted them to be together. One family. She wanted them to live together. To wake up under the same roof and have breakfasts, lunches and dinners together. She wanted to be able to run into her parents bedroom and snuggle up with them when she got scared, or first thing in the morning. She already did that with her mommy, but now that he was here, she wanted to be able to do it with both of them.
As the hot drink was set out for her, she slid off her chair and walked over to it. Pulling out the chair and sitting at the table, she slid the cup closer to her and blew on it. "Okay daddy," she replied, her eyes closing as he kissed the top of her head. She continued to blow on the hot chocolate waiting until he left.
✗ Sela ✗ Home ✗ Is in human form ✗ Link to journal: none currently ✗ Wearing/Driving ✗ Inspiration for newest work: Long Time Coming ✗ Today's deadline: Review email of latest suggestions and criticisms of book draft
Tyrese pursed his lips, caught off guard by that tidbit. Right, Lillian empathized how smart Sela was. "Well, unti me and mommy fix our relationship I'll have to be content with how we are now. Just yesterday I didn't know I had you at all." He sipped from his cup and took his vest and shoes upstairs. Sighing as he closed his door behind him, the cup was left on the ottoman while he tossed his vest into the laundry and tucked his shoes into their slot in his closet. Hopefully Sela would be okay while he was indisposed.
Still thinking about what she said and the look on her face, he sighed at his daughter as he picked out today's outfit. They still had a long way to go before they were far enough along to be waking up as a family. Today was an exception. And before even living together there were things that needed to be addressed. He understood that Sela wanted them all to be together, but that couldn't be done at the snap of a finger or the blink of an eye. He lumbered into his bathroom as he mushed up his hair.
He was done showering ten minutes later, and was dressed in another five. Glancing at his watch, he went for his laptop in his car. He glanced around for Sela as he came back in, texting Lillian to let her know where they were for the time being. He saved her number and set it to speed dial. "I'm heading to my office, now's your chance to look through some of my books. I'm sure have some Tom Sawyer books you might like." He remarked once his daughter was tracked down. She might be able to sit in his office for a while if he could still work in peace. He still wanted to be around her as much as possible.
『Estate #: 1504 Lumiere ┋Funds: $495』 『Temper┋Stress┋Happiness lvls:✎✎✎✎✎┋✎✎✎✎✎┋✎✎✎✎✎』 "My words are useless if they don't deconstruct the limitations that keep the creativity in you from flourishing." -TY Havens Out Of Chamomile: will put the outfit link in soon~
His words lingered in her mind after he left. He didn't even know about her until yesterday...But her mommy always told her that he loved her. How could she have known something like that if he didn't even know about her? Sela pushed her drink away and placed her head in her arms. Why would her mommy like to her like that? He acted like he loved her, but he hadn't said it. Maybe he really didn't and was just trying to make up with her mommy. Maybe he didn't even want to have anything to do with her. A heavy sense of sadness dropped on her and she sniffled. Bringing her head up, she wiped her nose and stared at the drink he made her. Why couldn't mommy just forgive him and they can finally be a family? Isn't that what her mommy wanted too?
Sela straightened when she heard him coming downstairs, afraid that he might see her looking sad again. She slid out of her chair as he came back, "No, that's okay. I want to explore," she replied as she walked past him and back out into the living room. If she could convince him to go to the bookstore, maybe they could read there. Right now, she was in a new place and wanted to look around and make out all the different scents.
✗ Sela ✗ Home ✗ Is in human form ✗ Link to journal: none currently ✗ Wearing/Driving ✗ Inspiration for newest work: Long Time Coming ✗ Today's deadline: Review email of latest suggestions and criticisms of book draft
Tyrese rotated as Sela walked past him, glancing back to the untouched cup of hot chocolate with brows raised. "Well, okay. You know where to find me." He replied slowly, watching her meander about the livingroom before taking his laptop upstairs. He glanced over the railing before entering his office. The door remained open as he eased into his seat and laid out his basic work material. The printed copy of his latest draft, a dictionary, white out, a highlighter and two blue ink pens.
He logged into his laptop and opened his inbox, seeing a couple hundred new messages and rolling his eyes. He only needed those sent from his publisher, fourty of those two hundred twenty. Sighing and slumping in his seat, he read over each one, replied to twelve, and singled out a document mailed to him. Thank goodness he enjoyed most of his job. Painstakingly, he highlighted every correction on the document onto the hard copy of his document. This would be hours of work if he meant to correct them now, but he wasn't going to during his and Sela's day together.
He then proceeded to read the review and used a blank piece of paper to jot down what changes he wanted to integrate and how he could satisfy his editer regarding everything else they wanted changed. He read over the three hundred page draft again and with a different colored highlighter and pen, singled out what other written material would be affected and would need to be changed now that he was making his editor's changes. He bit his lip, looking at his watch two hours later. It took several days to actually make these changes and resend the draft, but in between there would be a lot more changes and multiple conference call with his editor and publisher.
Looking at his watch again, he decided his current efforts were satisfactory and closed his laptop. He needed several refernce books, all of which he already knew he didn't have on any of his book shelves. A trip to the book store was in order...some other time. He wasn't sure if he would be watching Sela from now on while Lilian worked. Since he worked from home it unexpectedly fit snugly between their schedules. Before leaving his office, he made a call to his uncle. The male picked up on his second attempt,ed call and with a swift apology for the timing he tried to explain Sela.
It wasn't a story that could be told in five minutes on top of asking the older wolf to reasearch three year old shifters with regards to one of their parents being a demon. He knew he would have to come back to this conversation, his uncle was freaking out on the other end of the line. With strained patience, he was able to end the phone call after fifteen minutes, and slowly jogged down the stairs for a new cup of coffee. "Sela?" He called, strolling around the house once he had his refreshed cup. Once he got into his work, he just came to realize how invested he became.
『Estate #: 1504 Lumiere ┋Funds: $495』 『Temper┋Stress┋Happiness lvls:✎✎✎✎✎┋✎✎✎✎✎┋✎✎✎✎✎』 "My words are useless if they don't deconstruct the limitations that keep the creativity in you from flourishing." -TY Havens Out Of Chamomile: will put the outfit link in soon~
In all the time it took him to work, Sela had already been all over the house. Well, everywhere except his office. She explored the two living rooms, even crawling through large enough gaps in the furniture pieces. She went back into the kitchen and dug through his lower cabinets, even opened his fridge to check out what he had in it. She went upstairs to the guest bedrooms, the one with the multiple beds was fun. Crawling in and out of them, pretending she was playing hide and seek with someone. She even went into, what she suspected, was her daddy's room and bathroom. She inspected every piece of furniture and accompanying blankets, sheets and pillows. Before he was even done with his work, she knew every crevice his house had to offer. She didn't make a mess though.
When she was done with the inside of the house, she sat around for a few minutes waiting before realizing he wasn't done working. With a soft puff of breath, she got up from the couch of the second living room and opened the doors to the backyard patio. It was still cold outside and the sudden rush of chilly air made the little girl shiver. Making sure to close the door after she left, just like her mommy taught her, she explored his massive backyard. The rain was starting to lessen, turning to more of a drizzle then rain. Walking around the pool, she noticed leaf in the water and sat on her ankles at the very edge of the pool and tried pawing at it from the edge.
When she was finished, she found a particular tree in his backyard that looked good for climbing. Looking around for a chair to help boost her up, when she finally found one, she dragged it over to the tree, climbed onto the chair and finished climbing her way into the tree. She loved nature. She loved exploring. Most of all, she loved climbing trees. Swinging her legs back and forth as she sat on the tree branch in the dreary weather, she thought about everything they had talked about today so far. Looking up at the gray sky, her eyes squinting as rain drops hit them, she sighed softly. Maybe they would never be a family.
✗ Sela ✗ Home ✗ Is in human form ✗ Link to journal: none currently ✗ Wearing/Driving ✗ Inspiration for newest work: Long Time Coming ✗ Today's deadline: Review email of latest suggestions and criticisms of book draft
Tyrese lowered his cup away from his lips when no response came to his words. He glanced around from the second livingroom. "Sela?" He called again, peeking into the laundry room and circling through the kitchen again. Had she initiated a game of hide and seek without him knowing it? Brows furrowing, he stopped in utter silence and listened with nothing but rain pattering outside as a reply. "Sela!" He called, voice dying on the last vowel. He cleared his throat, leaving his cup on a table as he searched each room one at a time.
"Sela, it's time to come out now, hun. Let's go to the toy store, we can play games once we get back." He lingered in the hallway of the second floor, looking over the railing to the first. His eyes narrowed in confusion, he walked to the guest room and checked each bed. Her scent covered almost everything, and yet she was no where he'd seen. Maybe he wasn't looking in a place a child would hide? Giving another sigh, he started over in the kitchen as he looked under and behind furniture.
Once he searched up to the second floor again, he felt angst and slight irritation. "Sela, come out. Now, if you please." He called, arms folded and foot tapping on the wooden floor. Okay, he didn't like this, storming up to the third floor, he thoroughly began searching his room and the livingroom, brows furrowed and a frown on his lips. The bloody hell, it was only one child he was supposed to be watching! How did he lose her? The doors were locked and there was no hiding spot that secluded.
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