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 Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2012 12:50 pm
---Entry One---
I assured myself it wasn’t greed that brought me back to the gilded garden of overgrowth and hidden dreams, but as I twisted my body at the waist and slide through the roots and fallen over pillars; the increasing weight in my pockets reminded me that it was pure monetary gain that brought me back. Letting out the pent up breath that I didn’t realize I was holding the fog rolled off my lips and obscured the air around me with a white haze, tonight was cold, just as cold as the night that I had found Mika. Wriggling my narrow hips through a tangle of knotted roots the feeling of icy muck cut into the warmth that my hooded sweatshirt provided against the chill of the frozen ebony veil of night. Driving my bare feet into the thick, encasing mud I twisted at the waist then looped my aching arms around a firm root. Pulling I felt my mass lift, the wet suckling smack the red earth gave seemed almost profane and ludicrous at the same time, with a grimace I flicked my toes up and away from my body slinging the remains of slim off of my calloused phalanges.
“Ugh,” bitter mutterings rolled from the guttural region in my throat, I needed to hurry, scurrying and scampering from the nook that I had found myself wedged in I quickly turned towards the exit and began to make my way back home. Padding along the broken the path with sore, dirty feet I paused for just a moment, a dark blush crept upon my cheeks as the wind suddenly kicked up and roared into my face carrying with it the scent of oncoming rain and ravaged flowers. “Seriously, ********…” There was no way I would outrun the approaching rains, Mika had a sitter I honestly didn’t have anything to worry about, turning in place my bright green eyes scanned the garden for anywhere that I could use as shelter.
The tree.
Bursting into a full out run I bolted towards the center of the garden, the last time I was here there had been a dew glistening on one of the branches, a dream that needed me, a smile tugged at the corners of my lips just for a moment.
The suddenness of the ground slipping out from under my feet caught me completely off guard, I felt my body buckle and tremble as I slammed into the ground and tumbled head over heel down a steep slope.
Crack.
I flinched and winced as my breath was stolen from my lungs, the instant burning that permeated my chest cavity brought about a wave of tears and a pitchy gasp, something hard and sharp pressed into my core and cut into my chest right over my heart. Frantically I tried to decipher if I had a broken rib or just severely knocked the wind out of myself, rolling onto my side I found a wave of nausea pressing its wiggling and crawling fingers into my gut, shutting my eyes I forced my breath to even out then shifted my weight again, lifting my left hand up I clutched at the thing that was piecing my chest and bruising my sternum. The sensual smoothness that greeted my fingertips startled me greatly, snapping my eyes open I stared down at the elegant bottle, rolling plumes of red and gold greeted my eyes, erotically the colors swam together and I swore I could hear muffled sounds of pleasure whispering against the glass container, a heated flush crept up my neck into my cheeks and settled into my ears, my god this vial was nothing like my other Dream’s, this one was something that stirred arousal from my loins and cause my heart to hammer in my chest, desire? Lust? I couldn’t pinpoint the emotion this essence was conveying to me, all I knew was I was longing for it to envelop me and fill me with it satisfaction. God I wanted it so much. I wanted it to me mine.
♬
The sound that called out was feminine in pitch, teasing, alluring. Forcing myself to stand up on wobbling legs I ignored the pain that I had momentarily forgotten. There was a dew that wanted me, that needed to be mine. Climbing up and over the slope that I had fallen down I sprinted towards the tree at the heart of the garden, the moonlight filtered into the area causing the thick mist of rain to shimmer as it began to fall in heavy sheets of piercing frigid needles. No! No, this wasn’t good, what if the rain tore away at my beloved dew, I pumped my legs harder and flew towards the tree with desperation guiding my motions. Staring at the dropping branches I strained my ears to listen for the ringing of the dew, the sound of the torrent driving upon me deafened out the world around me. No! This couldn’t be happening, throwing caution to the wind I rushed around the sulking heavy limbs of the green giant, the fainted sound caught my ear, it was her, it was my undiscovered dream. Rushing forward and around the side of the massive trunk I spotted it, my gorgeous glistening dew, she was calm and collective even as the heavens poured down around her, she had complete faith in me already, and we hadn’t even met. Reaching out with my free hand I plucked the leaf that she rested upon and scurried under the low hanging protection of the life giver. Clutching the dew to my chest I sat down on the soggy ground and smiled sweetly down towards her, chiming softly towards me the untainted dew soothed my nerves then in its own way begged to be filled with the resin that brought primal sexual urges to surface within my body and mind. I instantly obeyed her whim, sinking my teeth into the plunger of the bottle I uncorked it then lifted the lip of the bottle up and emptied the contents into the white innocence. Swirls of red and gold bubbled up underneath the surface of the now growing dream, the moan of ecstasy that flooded my ear startled me, at first the sound seemed foreign but perhaps it was my own voice I had heard. Honestly it didn’t matter, smirking I glanced down at the dew that I clutched to my chest, suddenly my eyes widened, the crimson droplets of my own blood had spilled onto the leaf and rolled unknowingly down towards the base of my dew. When had that happened? Would my blood effect my dream? Closing my eyes I relaxed and intensely stared down at my gorgeous dream, shifted my thighs together I blushed and tore my eyes away. The sound of her ringing brought another fit of shifting and flushing. It was almost as if she was wanting me to do more, was it wrong that I wanted to give into her? Would it make her happy?
Oh god what was I thinking!? Blushing more I grumbled under my breath and tried to ignore the hammering in my groin and in my chest as I cradled her close and waited for the rain to let up so that we could go home. I honestly prayed Mika would enjoy her little sister. Knowing Mika though, that wouldn’t be the case. Dear sweet god what did I just get myself into.
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 9:39 am
---Entry Two---
Things hadn’t gone exactly as well as Anesthesia expected, Mika had all but rage flipped the universe when she had arrived home soaking wet with a tiny dew tucked against her chest. Items had been thrown and the babysitter had insisted that next time she try a difference agency to watch her ‘special needs child’, this comment caused a far more aggressive anger to surface in the dainty figured woman’s demeanor. How dare someone call her child special needs! Snapping and roaring at the sitter Anesthesia all but kicked the woman out, how ******** dare she talk about Mika that way, how dare she!
The mixture of emotions flying through the room caused Mika to settle her own subtle, childlike rage then cower pathetically at the sight of her ‘mother’ acting in a manner that she had never experienced before, for as much fear that flowed through her there was a bit of excitement that flooded her senses, that was her Anesthesia, the proper ruler of the household, strong and fierce, a war-maiden that was ready to defend her name. However, she was still terrifying, scurrying into the bathroom the little half-griffin latched the door behind herself and curled up in the tub hiding.
Stalking away from the door Anesthesia seethed with a boiling quiet rage that caused her vision to throb and her temples to pound, this was the shittiest way to return home, a pissed off and scared child sulking in the restroom and some b***h disrespecting her child, if she wasn’t in such control of her emotions she would have decked the c**t. Growling from deep within the back of her throat the brunette brought her hand up and brushed her messy, damp tresses out of her pale face. The musky scent that lingered on her hand brought embarrassed heat to surface to her cheeks, god she couldn’t believe what she had done only an hour or so ago underneath the protection of the dew heavy tree; ringing teasingly the crimson and gold dream almost seemed to giggle flirtatiously then softly beg for an encore.
“Oh god, you just don’t stop do you,” breathily mumbled Anesthesia, a deep shade of embarrassment surfacing upon her pale face. “Behave yourself--- we need to go calm down your sister.” The livid jangle that the dew made caused the petite brunette to blink at her confusedly, ringing again just as venomously as before the dew gave off a very odd air. “Come now--- don’t be like that your sist---…” Viciously the nameless sensual dream interjected stressing her source of displeasure. “…erm… I see… well… Mika needs me…us… so we are going to go get her.” Heaving a sigh Anesthesia made her way towards the bathroom and gently rapped at the door before testing the handle. Gritting her teeth together until they threatened to crack the thin, barefoot youth knelt down onto one knee then stabbed at the lock with a piece of wiring from her turntables, Mika was already such a woman locking herself in a bathroom, god it was as if it was coded into the female gene to be so dramatic. Popping the door open the woman stalked into the darkened room, with a twitch of her wrist she flipped the lights on.
“Baby--- mommy is sorry she yelled, come here, everything will be okay.” Sitting down on the edge of the tub Anesthesia stared down at the curled up form of the white-haired youth that hide beneath quivering silvered snowy wings, wriggling the feathery appendage the girl peeked up with her wine-red stare then pushed herself up onto her knees.
“Mommy--- yous mine,” hostilely declared Mika with bared fangs. “No share! Yous mine! Yous Mika’s! No wans her here! Take it back, yous mine… only Mika’s member, mommy? Yous belong to me, only me, member mommy?” Her voice wavered for a few moments as she spoke in a childish rush, she still hadn’t mastered speaking perfectly but she was quickly learning, the terms ‘mine’, ‘belong’, and her own name were a few that she had mastered above all others. Letting out a deep sigh the messy haired brunette set the new dew upon the curve of the tub so that she could scoop up the other child and pull her into her lap.
“I am yours, but there is enough of me for the both of you. I can love both of you equally. Don’t be sad, nothing is going to change now that she is here. Listen, I know something that will be fun, why don’t we both try and figure out a name for her, something that we both like and we can go to your favorite restaurant tonight for dinner and we can watch some movies, play some games. She isn’t big enough yet so it can just be us two.” Sweetly bribed the woman in a honeyed voice that was tender and calm. For a few moments Mika simply stared at Anesthesia then made a bit of a stoic face, her expression calculating and eyes brightening with the inner workings of keen intellect.
“Deal. I gets steak, and she stay home. Mister Google watch her. Only Mika and mommy tonight. Can we go now, please?” Nuzzling into the crook of the brunette’s neck the half-griffin brought her tail up and stroked one of the thin wrists that belonged to her guardian. Nodding slowly Anesthesia kissed the center of the girl’s forehead, the hostile noisy jangle that the dew screamed at the action caused a hiss in retort from the silvery-haired child. “SHUT UP! I had her first! Besides mommy loves us both! So hush, meaner.” Nasally demanded Mika as she climbed out of Anesthesia’s lap then scurried off towards the bedroom. “I gonna get ready mommy. I hungry now.”
Lifting her hand the brunette palmed her face and let out a ragged sigh. Two jealous dreams, a one bedroom apartment, oh yes this was going to go just peachy.
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 7:47 pm
---Entry Three---
Running the length of my fingertips through my scattered brown tresses I found myself shutting my eyes for just a moment as the woman across from me continued to bather on about the different party packages that her business offered. It wasn’t like I genuinely wanted to hold a party at such an establishment but Mika enjoyed the games and the food, truly it was a very fun family friendly atmosphere, the sort of place that she wanted her children to remember when they were older.
“Now, the ice cream, we have several different types,” all too happily stated the woman with the red and white jersey that read ‘party leader’ across her breasts, right pay attention, tilting my head to the side I re-focused my attention back on the perky teen. “Vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, sherbet, rocky road, royal fudge, cherry jubilee, minty swirl, raisin rum, and nutty, nutty coconut. Do any of those sound appealing to you, Ms. Malejovich? You of course can mix and match up to three flavours.” The faint ringing from the messenger bag that rested on my hip drew my attention down towards my side, the sound wasn’t that of a cell phone but rather of my youngest, Mila. The creeping warmth that her flirtatious noise brought a soft shade of crimson to my face, I knew that every day she wanted nothing more than to manifest herself into something far more tangible just so that she could caress my skin and take in my scent; I was fully aware that even though I saw her as my ‘child’ she revered herself as something more. The thought both excited me and brought the deepest shade of guilt to flood my already mixed emotions, what sort of person was I becoming, she wasn’t even a child yet and I could help but want to----
“Erm, yeah definitely gonna be need a mix. For certain.” In the back of my mind I wanted Mila to mature into her new form so badly, I didn’t want her to miss the special event, I knew it was silly of me but I wanted to watch her enjoy herself and maybe, just maybe she and Mika could finally learn to get along if they could play together. Dragging my fingers through my messy, chin length bangs again I tried to pull my hand away from my messenger bag but found myself paralyzed as Mila’s heated pulse called out to me with desire and need, tenderly I brushed my nail across the firm surface of her crimson and gold shell and stammer out a breathy sigh. I really must have been a sight to see, one hand coiling through my hair the other tucked away into my sidepack and a growing blush creeping on my pale cheeks. “I do believe you can mark me down for royal fudge, the coconut, and cherry jubilee. Now what about the cake?” The question I sprung on the girl was meant as a distraction rather than something I actually cared about. I would get a marble cake of some sort with whipped topping and some sort of fruit in it. If I had to I would make it myself, pineapple and mandarin oranges with a top layer of strawberries. I could already picture it in my mind, it after all was a family tradition, one that I wanted to share with both of my girls.
Several more moments passed before my business with the young woman was settled, I had bought the largest package available and rented the deluxe room, I also purchased every additional add-on that they had to offer including a piñata. In the back of my mind I honestly didn’t trust Mika with a stick, there was just something that told me when she got a touch older I would need to in roll her into some sort of martial arts. Flicking my tongue over my bottom lip I scooped Mila into the palm of my hand and felt my heart begin to race, I could tell just by the noise she produced that she wanted to go out and sightsee. My day had barely even begun and I already wanted to stop and relax.
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