Topic: Morning after Reflections and the like

The Hourglass Girl

Date: 2011-04-12 12:18 EST
Boy I think about it every night and day
I'm addicted wanna jump inside your love
I wouldn't wanna have it any other way
I'm addicted and I just can't get enough.
I just can't get enough

Hours had passed ticking past the seconds and minutes and yet that rich smolder had yet to dissipate from her soul. That tandem beat of heart in hummingbird flutter had yet to go away and the Pale Star held no protest to that new feeling growing and building, the waves of emotion that could drown her. If this is what it was to drown then she would give in.

Something never known or ever experienced, feelings so unfamiliar and new had awakened into a full bloom within her as she stretched out languidly in the bed before she was scampering off to get a shower. Words there could always be words but now it was just emotions, and the stir of feelings colored in the shades of passion that left her feeling far from innocent.

Needless to say the Teas and Tomes would never be seen in the same light again.

Damn baby I'm feignin
I'm trynna holler at you, I'm screamin
Let me love you down this evenin
Love you love you ya you know you are my demon

Fresh and clean she wandered the apartment with the nature of one in curious travel path, padding barefoot with an inquisitive quietness. It was better to let Toby sleep now even though it was almost unbearable to be apart from him. Mayu no place to be found but for once it didn't bother her that they were at a small distance. She felt...safe.

Delicate limbs stretched out before she spun in a slight circle. Once the Star had danced, in the life once known she had danced every night. It was her rhythm, her remedy found in a beat, in a step, in a pulse throb of music. Now much had changed but it couldn't stop her, not a chance.

Oh baby I can't come down so please come help me out
You got me feelin high and I can't step off the cloud
And I just can't get enough

Boy I think about it every night and day
I'm addicted wanna jump inside your love
I wouldn't wanna have it any other way
I'm addicted and I just can't get enough

I just can't get enough

New beginnings to find the path of new ends. She felt like for a moment, just in that moment she could fly. Laughing lightly in her reverie she was alive in every glistening, shimmering in all that pale shine and sparkle.

Was she falling? Perhaps so but stars always would fall and something to fall in like love was not so disturbing to fall to. Head over feet. It was nothing that she was terrified of. She was addicted and drawn, bound and captivated and there just was no turning back.



Can't get out won't when
Makin me feign, give it to me
I want it all, know what I mean
Your love is a dose of ecstasy

Addicted
I can't get
Away from
You
Afflicted
I need it
I'm missin

I want your lovin right next to me
And I can't
Erase ya out of my memory

I just can't





The Hourglass Girl

Date: 2011-04-16 07:48 EST
Her body ached, worn and exhausted she awakened to find herself back within the closed quarters of the room at the Red Dragon Inn. Slender limbs stretched out as she sat up and pushed her hands through the tousled dandelion fluff of hair.

Astraea had never felt so drained, and yet it seemed this exhaustion was forged from her own doing. A look was spared over to the empty side of the bed as that usual smile seemed tattered and torn. The note was plucked up as she looked it over, the smile softening with Toby's reassurance in ink that he'd come back.

Just as he promised, and those promises left her thinking about her own. A swearing that she wouldn't harm Mayu or Chastity. For one it was easy to keep the vow, for another not as easy.

Her breath exhaled in a sigh as she drew on a pair of jeans and a tank top, a surprised glance at the mirror as it seemed the clothes had started to fit her more so then ever. A better look proved just as she expected. The Glass Star had changed again.

It was a simple alteration for the Hourglass Girl. The figure to match the namesake still remained, although now she seemed... taller, slender and sleek. Truth be told, Astraea didn't mind too much this change, it almost made her feel as if her body was starting to reflect the emotions and feelings that had consumed her as of late.

The same feelings and emotions that were awakening the power within. Her thoughts drifted back to Mayu and Toby, the look in their eyes and the strange empty sickness they seemed to possess on two separate occasions made her stumble back as if struck by an invisible blow. That had been what caused the reaction. She was terrified to lose them... the Spark... the Nymph... the Magic.

Weaver would have handled this so much better. The Guardian was the level headed one, the reasonable one. Never as flighty as Astraea and never as detached as Chela, but now was not the time to visit Weaver. The woman after all had her own emotional ordeals to handle.

Sighing softly fingertips tamed the strands of her hair. Pale strands reflecting in shades those that meant so much to her. A lock of aquamarine, a wild strand of phoenix sun red, a honey and wheat kissed braid. The braid was palmed at as she contemplated.

Secrets and mysteries. Dillon had taken her light and color and made it his own, altered her touch even as some of the gold strand brightness she had brought to those dreads had remained. All the more strange was the fact he knew as well as Toby how to bring her back to herself when that energy chased and ate away at her as lightning.

Nibbling on her lower lip she opened the window and scrambled over the window seat to escape into nature, lost in the notion of all it meant to be created of nothing more then secrets, magic, mystery, and light. Just another fragmented story waiting to be written and shared from an Hourglass Girl.