sun setting over a lake


Sun sets and Milky Way Rises over Lake Tahoe California as the inhabitants/visitors drive by.

Night Hides the World : Stars come out as evening twilight fades in this serene skyscape following the Persian proverb Night hides the world, but reveals a universe. The scene finds the Sun setting over northern Kenya and the night will soon hide the shores of Lake Turkana, home to many Nile crocodiles. The region is also known for its abundance of hominid fossils. On that past November night, a brilliant Venus, then the worlds evening star, dominates the starry skies above. But also revealed are faint stars, cosmic dust clouds, and glowing nebulae along the graceful arc of our own Milky Way galaxy. via NASA

Undeniable Heat Chapter 30: Memories

Jensen Ackles X Reader

1750 Words

Story Summary: You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

Jensen’s P.O.V.

Seeing her there, in her beautiful swimsuit, her bruises showing, I wanted to sweep her into my arms, and never let anything else happen to her. They were fading, but it still made my hands clinch at the thought of someone laying a hand on her, and I had to force myself to calm down.

Once she joined me in the pool, I pulled her into my arms, voicing my thoughts of beating the shit out of Brad. After she calmed me down, I spent the next hour with her, splashing about in the pool, watching as she interacted with Jared’s children. It was easy to see how good this trip had been for her. Her eyes had a certain sparkle to them that had been missing, and there was color to her cheeks once again.

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Sun setting over Lake Tahoe and the Sierra Nevada.

anonymous asked:

How would Sole's first kiss with the companions go? Would Sole make the first move or would the companion do it? I LOVE your blog by the way!! I could sit and read it for hours and hours!!

Ah, a classic! Thanks for the prompt anon! I am always happy to be of service to you, and I am glad you like the blog! ^.^

Cait: “Oh shite Sole! I’m so sorry!” Cait awkwardly hovered over Sole with her hands close to but not touching their face. “Argh! This is what happens when ya challenge me to a fight you idiot! You know I can’t back down from a challenge!” Sole doubled over, heaving air through their mouth as blood flowed out of their nose like a faucet. “Aw, geez Sole, d’ya have any paper or bandages on ya? Gah, where’s Curie when you need her? Here,” Cait lifted up her foot and ripped of a piece of her pants, “Let me try and stop the blood.”

Cait clumsily dabbed at Sole’s face trying to stem the flow. Sole delicately took control over Cait’s attempt at nursing and patted her on the shoulder to reassure the ex-raider that they could take care of themselves.

“Yu ah cu when yu ah wuhwied.” Sole remarked in one of those deep, holding your breath voices.

“What’d ya say now?” Cait asked.

Sole couldn’t help themselves and removed the bandaging cloth for a second to quickly kiss Cait.

“GAH! Sole that’s disgustin’! Now ya got blood all over me!” Cait rubbed furiously at her face with her forearm, then muttered, “Clean up and we can try again later.”

MacCready: Neither person released their breath, the dull thump thump of Deathclaw footsteps shook dust off the floorboards and onto MacCready’s back as he hovered over Sole. The only things separating them from death were the creaky floorboards of an abandoned shack and a moth worn rug. MacCready could just barely distinguish Sole’s nervous grimace form the dirt below their head; this could be it for them. He started shaking, or maybe he had been but just now noticed. As the mercenary’s life played over again in his head, he realized the massive amount of regrets it has piled up to be. He didn’t want to add “withholding his feelings for Sole” to the growing pile, so as he stared down into their eyes with sharp, cutting fear, a shaky “hell” escaped his throat.

He let his head drop, and their teeth crashed together uncomfortably from behind their lips. Sole gasped and MacCready darted his tongue inside their mouth to hush them. Shaky breaths left their mouths as he parted for a moment, and then went back in. Thump thump went the footsteps; thump thump went their hearts.

Soon the Deathclaw had wandered off, and finally the two partners parted. Panting, MacCready suddenly realizes what he just did.

“S-Sole, I-“

Sole hushed him with a finger.

“It’s okay MacCready. Me too.”

Danse: “Ugh, why did you have to enlist me for this assignment Sole?” Danse made an unpleasant face as his feet made gross slopping noises every time he picked them up out of the bog. Sole had apparently gotten word from Preston that somewhere in the far south of the Commonwealth was a promising spot for a settlement. Danse wasn’t so sure of that himself. And of course, the one time he needs it most, his power armor is sitting in Sanctuary with Sturges, getting repaired. He can see Sole forcibly holding in their giggles every time he complains.

“W-woah!” The paladin’s foot caught a submerged tree root and sent him flying into Sole. They both splash into the boggy water and get absolutely drenched.

GROSS!” Sole shouts, and when they quickly sit up to escape the swamp’s grimy clutches, they accidentally ram lips first into Danse who’s been on top of them this whole time.

Both freeze, perfectly still, their eyes wide and staring at each other. Tentatively, Sole brings and hand to the back of Danse’s head and closes their eyes. Danse breathes a sigh of relief through his nose and lets his eyelids slide close too. They spend the next few minutes kissing in the cold bog water, and Danse figures Sole’s kiss was worth  getting wet over.

Deacon: They were just messing around. A radstorm had blown through their path and forced them to hunker down an old abandoned bunker. To pass the time Sole flipped on the PipBoy’s radio. “Care to dance?” Deacon asked them, cocking a playful eyebrow at Sole who simply giggled and offered their hands for a dance. Deacon grabbed Sole’s tentatively outstretched hands in his and started waving their arms around in exaggerated, goofy motions. Sole just let him do what he wanted since they had already gone mostly limp from laughing too hard. Suddenly he spins them around and dips their body low over the concrete floor. He’s grinning wildly, face close enough to feel Sole’s breathy laughs wash over his cheeks. He knew then he just had to do it, so he kissed them.

Sole froze for a second in shock, then threw their arms around his neck, pressing in, wanting to go deeper. Deacon tilted his head as he slowly stood them up. Tighter and tighter he pulled them in, parting his lips and hoping they’d part theirs too. They did, and both partners slid their tongues over each other’s, melting into the kiss.

When it finally ended, Deacon was smiling and looking down at Sole. He took off his glasses: just this once, he thought, just for them.

They gaped at him.

“Like what you see boss?”

Piper: Sole bemusedly observed Piper as she attempted using chopsticks for the first time to eat her power noodles. With each new attempt the slippery pasta continually escaped the grip of her utensils and plopped back into the broth. Finally the reporter managed to catch the noodles with her mouth about an inch above the rim of the bowl before they had the opportunity to slip away again. Slowly, she raised her head, a long train of noodles still hanging from her mouth. Proud but perplexed, Piper was unsure about how to finish getting the entire bit into her jaws. Helplessly she looked to Sole.

“He’p a gir’ ou’ here?” She pleaded through pressed lips.

“Haha! Sure! Here Piper, let me help you with that.” Sole picked up their own pair of chopsticks with perfect technique and scooped the other end of Piper’s noodles into them. “Bon apetit!” Sole exclaimed before shoving the pasta into their mouth. Piper watched Sole with unbelievably wide eyes as they inched their way across the noodle strand towards her. At the end of the line, Sole pressed their lips into Piper’s before biting off the noodle strands. The survivor then reclined triumphantly back in their seat. Piper’s face now matched her coat,


Preston: Preston thickly swallowed back his anxiety as he gripped the hubflowers behind his back. His mother taught him to always be a gentleman, but his nerves were really getting the best of him at the moment. Oh no, there they are! Sole was standing on an elevated outpost, facing away from him, watching the sun set over Sanctuary’s humble little lake.

“G-General…” Preston stuttered. Sole turned to look at the minuteman, a smile blooming across their face when they recognize it’s him. Preston smiled too, out of reflex at seeing Sole happy. He almost tripped up the steps to get to them, and blushed whenever Sole made a quiet giggle.

“Hey Sole! I um…”

“…Yeah Preston?”

He took a deep, quieting breath. “I wanted to give you something, to show you h-how much I appreciate you, and-“ He handed Sole the bouquet who gently took it from him. “And, I just thought I should let you know that… I admire you… as more than a General and… as more than a friend.”

Sole beamed at his confession, and relief flooded Preston’s veins. And what a pleasant surprise when Sole popped up on their tiptoes to kiss him.

Nick: Nick admired Sole’s silhouette against the backdrop of Magnolia’s performance, a cigarette slowly smoking up the bar from between his fingers. Yellow eyes study the outline of Sole’s nose, its delicate bumps and curves. The survivor didn’t notice the synth, intently focused on the singer onstage, watching her with mirthful eyes.

Nick didn’t need to think much about doing it. Maybe it was the dim lighting and pervasive chem-laced atmosphere that impeded his servos inhibitors. Regardless, he catches Sole’s chin between his thumb and forefinger and pulls them gently in for a kiss. Sole was surprised, but quickly dissolved into Nick’s lips, feeling his mouth move in tandem with theirs. When it ended, Sole asked,

“What took you so long Nick?”

“I don’t know doll… I don’t know.”

Hancock: Of course Hancock had been joking when he suggested they share the bed roll for the night. He would’ve been completely fine spending the night on the floor; he’s woken up on more than enough of them in his lifetime. But there he was, laying next to Sole in a flimsy excuse for a sleeping bag. He rolled over,

“You asleep yet Sole?” He asked.

“Nah, it’s kinda hot in here to be honest.” They confessed. Sole decided to roll over too, wanting to chat a bit more; but after finishing a complete one-hundred and eighty degree turn, Sole and Hancock perfectly lip-locked with each other. They both immediately pulled away; neither of them really expected… well, that.

Hancock cautiously went in for another kiss, this time intentionally. He stopped just before reaching Sole’s lips and let them choose whether or not to close the rest of the distance. He smiled against their mouth when they connected with him. Hancock wrapped his arms around Sole to keep them close, and for the rest of the night they enjoyed dwelling within the comfort of each other’s embrace.

Curie: Curie frowned furiously at Sole while dabbing an alcohol-drenched cotton ball to their busted lip. “How many times must I take care of your before you shape up and stop getting into ridiculous bar fights. You weren’t even drinking! How could you engage in something as ridiculous as zhat while still sober?” The rest of her grievances the scientist rattled off in French. Sole just smiled dreamily at her, still a little out of it from being decked in the head.

“Y’know, kisses makes things heal quicker Curie.” Sole slurred, eyes half-open.

“W-what!? Sole, I think zhat punch did more damage than I originally calculated.” Curie frowned.

“Please!” Sole begged, pouted, and pointed to the cut on their puffy red lips.

“Agh! Alright, I guess if you will finally allow me to continue the evaluation afterwards, I shall do it.”

Red-faced, Curie cautiously leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to Sole’s lips.

OW!” Sole whimpered and held their hands over the now agitated lesion.

“AHA! Zhat is what you get for interrupting me! Now, move your hands! I must continue zhe examination!” Sole frowned as they removed their palms, but inside they thought totally worth it.

X6-88: “You want to do what?” All at once Sole wished they’d kept their stupid mouth shut. X6 was now staring straight at them, his stern face belying his genuine curiosity.

“Nevermind. It’s not important, let’s just focus on the mission alright?” Sole turned to stalk off in the direction of their latest assignment when X6 roughly snatched them around by the shoulder.

“It was important. Now tell me.” The courser demanded.  Sole screwed up their face at X6. There was no way they could ask him for this kind of thing! The way he acted, he’s probably never even thought about it, much less ever wanted it. He was still staring down at Sole expectantly, and Sole began to tremble a little. They couldn’t force the words to come out again; the first time was stressful enough.

“Tell me.” He prompted again.

“Fine. W-would you… kiss me?” Sole grimaced after finishing the statement, waiting for the inevitable rejection and complimentary condemnations.

“Alright.” X6 agreed with Sole, and then he was on their lips. A lifetime of Institute living made X6’s lips soft against their wasteland-chapped pair, but the kiss was more than Sole or X6 could have ever hoped for. The chaste kiss ended soon, maybe too soon, and X6 only had one comment to make,

“Can we do that again?”

Lost In The Woods - Part 1

A/N: I received a fun request that gave me an idea, so thank you nonny! Let me know what you think guys! 
Warnings: Some cursing. Some attitude.

I stood at the edge of an enormous lake, trying to skim pebbles across the water. I couldn’t do it. Probably because I was doing it aggressively. I felt aggressive. I was pissed.

We were lost. It was a team building weekend away, a “survival in the woods” kind of deal and I was paired with Spencer, I didn’t mind, he was cute. Until he opted for the difficult version of the trail. The one where we didn’t get a map to find our way to the cabin, we had to follow the path ways and find clues. Okay, he’s a genius, I’m fairly intelligent… we can do this. Right? Wrong. We had clearly missed a substantial clue along the way because I’m willing to bet we were not supposed to be here, in the middle of nowhere next to a lake with no paths and no roads.

“Look, I know you’re upset (Y/N) but it will be getting dark soon and we can’t keep searching all night.” Spencer interrupted my thoughts and I turned around, he furrowed his brow when he saw the look on my face
“What’s so bad about staying here for the night? We have the emergency tent, some supplies we can figure it out in the morning”

“Fabulous.” I muttered miserably in defeat, swinging the huge rucksack from my back and on to the ground. 

I knelt down and searched through the front half, pulling my cardigan out and throwing it on. It was COLD.
Spencer began working on putting the tent together and I stood watching, I knew full well I was being completely childish but I despised camping. If we’d made it to the cabin, I would have been find. A roof, a warm bed, a shower. But nope. I knew nothing of my surroundings, what dangers there might be, I had to pee in a bush. Nothing about this was good. At least I didn’t think it would be…
I sighed and set to helping Spencer finish erecting the tent, it only took about 15 minutes to get it set up with the sleeping blankets inside but it felt like a lifetime in the awkward silence. I needed to stop being a brat.

“So, fire wood I guess?” I chirped, Spencer furrowed his brow in confusion at my change in nature.

“Definitely a good idea.” he smiled and we both walked a little further into the woods, collecting branches and thick twigs. My thoughts turned to that of food, what had we even brought with us? I bet it’s gross.

Spencer chucked the last of the wood on the fire and sat crossed legs next to it with the flint, my tongue stuck out over my bottom lip a little as I concentrated.


“Voilá!” I exclaimed, I was extremely proud. I looked up and Spencer was staring at me with a smile twitching at the corner of his lips “What?”

“Oh, n-n-othing. Good job.” he stuttered, clearing his throat and turning to his open rucksack. That was weird.
I shrugged it off and started setting up the metal grill over the smallest end of the fire, Spencer wandered back over with a pack of sausages, bacon and some soft rolls. Nice.

“These will be perfect.” I rolled my R’s as I purred the word perfect and Spencer chuckled as chucked them on.

Ten minutes later and we were sitting in our fold out chairs, lost in mindless conversation, eating sausage and bacon rolls watching the sun set over the lake. Okay, so this wasn’t so bad.

“This. This is breathtaking.” I smiled, taking in the view.

“It certainly is.” I turned to Spencer who was already looking at me, I felt myself blush.
I drove my hand into my jeans pocket and brought out my phone, checking for the millionth time for signal. None, of course. I sighed and decided to take some photos, it truly was a remarkable scene. Nothing like I’d ever witnessed in my life growing up in the city, I sighed with content and snapped away. After numerous landscape photos, I flipped to my front camera to check my hair, my unruly, long (Y/H/C) locks were tied tightly to one side in a messy ponytail. Wilderness selfie? Yes, I think so. I smiled and posed, but stopped when I felt his eyes on me.

“What now?”

“Nothing, (Y/N). You just finally look like you’re having fun.” Spencer smirked slightly, I rolled my eyes and leaned over towards him, forcing him to pose for some extremely awkward but super cute pictures. I smiled as I looked through them.
Spencer’s face is ridiculously photogenic, good Lord. And he looked so cute, sitting there in his cargo pants and his worn, brown jacket, his soft, curly hair falling over his face slightly as he memorised every moment of the view before him. Ok, need to stop looking at him like that. 

We sat in silence a while longer, and it bothered me. When was Spencer ever this quiet? It’s me. I must’ve upset him earlier, damn why am I such a moody bitch? I bit the bullet.

“Sorry for being a jackass earlier, I’m just not that fond of sleeping on the floor. Or nasty bugs. And having no toilet, toilet paper and… yeah, I hope I didn’t offend you.”

“It’s fine, (Y/N)… Although, I kinda was starting to think you couldn’t bare the thought of being alone with me” he murmured, looking down at the ground.

“Aw, I’m so sorry that’s not the case at all.” I reached my hand out and squeezed his shoulder, feeling him tense a little.

It definitely wasn’t the case, I had a huge crush on Spencer. I was completely smitten, actually. But I’m just not the type to admit those type of my feelings, not even to myself. The only person I’d confided in was my bestie, JJ. Although, I’m pretty certain the entire team knew.

“That’s good, because I was kind of looking f-forward to um, spending time with you.” he pursed his lips slightly, his gaze travelled from the floor back to the lake.


“Oh” was all I managed to air as a huge crash of thunder made me jump so hard I fell backwards out of my chair.

“Are you alright?” Spencer jumped up and extended a hand for me to pull myself up, I could see him desperately trying to laugh.

I wanted to laugh. But I couldn’t. I’m petrified of thunderstorms.

“Shit…” I breathed as I stood, dusting myself down. Another crash of thunder
sent waves of anxiety through my body and I almost cried.

“You’re scared of thunderstorms?” his tone was serious now, he’d figured out I wasn’t joking. I turned to look at him then to the sky.

“Yes. Very. Maybe it won’t be a full one, maybe it will…”

A triple flash of lightening, a crash of thunder and the heavens opened.

You’re fucking kidding me right?

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“Oh great, Kevin’s started the fire already,“ Nicky says. "I hate starting fires. You have to gather wood, get dirt on your hands. The smell of smoke sticks in your clothes. It’s torturous.”
“If you don’t like getting dirty, you probably shouldn’t work at a summer camp,” Neil ays.
“I could either suffer through spending the summer here, or suffer through spending the summer at home.” He winks at Neil. “You’ll find that a lot of the people here are just choosing the lesser of two evils. And if you chose to work at the Foxhole out of all the other camps in the world, I’m pretty sure you are, too.”
The step into the clearing around the fire pit. This campsite sits right next to the lake, and Neil can see the sun setting over the water in brilliant pinks and golds. The camp waterfront, with its docks and boats bobbing in the water, is within sight. A faded sign nailed to a tree displays the name of this campsite as “Eden’s Twilight.”
It’s a fairly large clearing with a picnic table a few feet away from the fire pit, and logs and stones provide makeshift places to sit around the fire. Kevin stands at the table unwrapping raw burger patties and putting them on a paper plate while Aaron squats beside the fire and feeds more wood into it. Andrew sits on a stone and holds a flaming stick dangerously close to his face, staring at it expressionlessly. He drops it back into the fire when Neil arrives, throwing up sparks and earning a scowl from his twin as he does so.

anonymous asked:

i went on vacation with my parents and brother this past weekend. it was amazing. we stayed in a tiny cabin in the woods, met some cats, went kayaking, had a bonfire. the best parts to me were when we visited lake michigan and i climbed a gigantic sand dune with my dad where we could see for miles and later on going to the beach & watching the sun set over the lake. it wasnt super breathtaking but it was all so restless & so content. i couldve sat on that beach for ages. -february dandelion

aaaaaah this is so nice, thank you

MUFON Report: 79099. 2016-05-27, Galway, IE    

I was sitting in my sitting room looking out the window, it was grey dull and overcast wet evening, which is often the case here in the West of Ireland, I’ve lived here for 18 years and always enjoy watching the sun set over the lake but with these weather conditions I knew there’d be no visible sunset, so you can imagine my surprise when this sun like object appeared in front of the clouds, I was confused, it was a strange sight, the sky was completely covered in a blanket of cloud so how could I see a sunset happening, I grabbed my phone and took some photos of it appearing and then switched to video, I can’t remember it setting as this happened four months ago and although I thought it very strange I didn’t mention it to anyone other than my husband who witnessed it as well, it’s only in the last few days that I thought of having another look at it and put it on an Irish Facebook Group but got no feedback except from someone I know who messaged me privately and told me about this website.

anonymous asked:

Crap okay I was the one that asked for 52 with Scott but I forgot to press anon? And I wanna stay anonymous, of course. So can you just use this one please?

Of course, no worries lovely!

Scott Summers + Things you said with my lips on your neck

You’re standing at one of the windows, watching the sun set over the lake when you feel a set of strong arms wrap around your waist as Scott props his chin on your shoulder

“Hi baby,” You say softly, leaning back into him. He presses a gentle kiss to the juncture between your shoulder and neck, his arms tightening affectionately around you.

“I was looking for you. You been here long?” He murmurs, the words slightly muffled against your skin.

“Dunno,” you shrug, “I just wanted to watch the sun go down. Look, isn’t it pretty?” You gesture at the window to where the vibrant colours of the sinking sun are streaking the lake with orange and pink, making it look like it’s been set ablaze. Scott looks at it appraisingly, studying it for a second.

“It’s alright. You’re much prettier.” He replies, pressing his lips against the edge of your jaw, and you laugh.

“That’s a terribly line. You know we’re already dating, right? You don’t need to use pickup lines anymore?” You say, turning around to face him, your hands on his shoulders, and he tightens his grip on you, hauling you closer to him.

“But it’s true. You’re stunning.” He grins down at you, visibly amused, and you roll your eyes at him, even as you return the smile.

“You’re just saying that so I’ll sleep with you.” You tease and he chuckles as he leans down to press a series of kisses down your neck and along your clavicle.

“Maybe. But we’re dating so you’ll sleep with me anyway.”

New Fic: Kitten Heels and Other Pretty Things

Title: Kitten Heels and Other Pretty Things (Ao3)

Fandom: Fallout 4

Pairing: MacCready/Sole Survivor

Rating: T

Summary: In which MacCready says the wrong thing at the wrong time. Again.

Notes: First official Fallout fic. Eeks! Posts and runs away.


They’re making out like teenagers, which granted wasn’t too long ago for MacCready, but no way in hell is he gonna remind the boss that. Instead, he slides his hands from her waist to her ass, hoping that the crumbling wall they’re pressed up against is solid enough to hold their weight.

He nudges his thigh between her legs - this is the first time they’ve shared more than a brief kiss; he wants this to be good - and Anura moans into his mouth. Goddamn, he wants to hear that sound again, so he cups her ass, and pulls her even closer, close enough he can feel the heat of her cunt on his leg.


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The sun had nearly set over the Misaki household, bathing the adjacent lake and woods in warm reds and oranges. Despite the idyllic scenery, however, all was not well; there had been an arguement. A big one, too; with yelling and some crying too. But it wasn’t between Ryoko and Ayeka, as someone familair with the residents of the house might assume. 

No, instead Detectives Mihoshi and Noike of the Galaxy Police had argued with each other for the better part of an hour. There had been raised voices, pleas, accusations tossed around, and frustrations aired. It had ended with Noike saying something (or some things) which so upset Mihoshi the blonde Seniwan woman ran to her bedroom, crying. Noike, frustrated and stil upset, excused herself back to their shuttle. Before anyone could stop her she took off, leaving Mihoshi behind on Earth for who-knew how long.

As the sun finally set behind the mountains Mihoshi peeked out of her bedroom. The house was mostly dark, with Ayeka, Washu, Tenchi, and the others in their rooms. She let out a soft sniff, then began to tip-toe down the stairs to the kitchen. Mihoshi wanted something to eat… or drink. Maybe both. Definitely both. She paused, recognizing a familair shape up in the rafters; “Ryoko?” she asked quietly.

Into The Dark

Movie: Maze Runner ( AU )

Characters: Newt x Reader

Written by: Lauren

Summary: Reader is in the woods, when she encounters something that could possibly turn her entire world upside down.

(A/N) Hey lovelies, I’m starting a new series callled into the dark and I hope you like it. This was inspired by an imagine I had read called bloody rose on tumblr by @generalwitchcreation, its bloody amazing so go check it too. :) We don’t actually see newt, since hes in like his wolf form, so I apologise for that but he will definitely appear himself in the parts to come. I hope you enjoy this and alright imma stop talking.

I sat on the dry patch of grass that was underneath me as I stared at the sketchbook in my lap, a paint brush  in my hand as I took in the fine details of my drawing. The cool breeze that blew past me was a comforting presence and the air around me that had an aroma of petrichor with it made my mind a peaceful nirvana. I chewed on my lip as I focused my gaze on the drawing of the woods I had drawn, deciding on the colours that needed to be added onto this blank piece of paper. It was both a treasure and a joy to be in the woods near an empty lake all by myself without no one’s presence near me. It was times like this that truly made us discover our own true selves without the the distraction of the fast world that passed by us. In the woods, all by myself, with only nature as my only company, it was just as easy as if I was falling into a deep sleep as I began painting the picture I had pictured vividly in my mind.

With furrowed eyebrows and deep in concentration, I pressed the tip of my paint brush against the fine material of the paper then watched with fascination as the orange paint began to slowly  to fill the blank paper. I watched as it moved by itself across the paper, adding a bit of life into the drawing. The way it spread itself like a free soul drifting across the streets and world, without a worry clinging on to it. While biting on my lip hard, I followed its every movement before it finally stopped. Then, dipping my paint brush into an area of red paint, I swiped my paint brush to where the orange was found. I watched again as both colours merged and danced in sync, when finally a touch of water was added to it. Finally, as if a side of artistic side of me took over the movements of my body and mind, I began painting with nothing in my mind except the picture of a sun setting over the horizon of an empty lake with only the trees of the woods standing by its side.

I sighed and leaned back on my hands, taking in the half completed picture in front of me as I stretched to the side, relieving the tense and aching muscles I had gathered over the hours. I smile to myself as I looked at the fine details of the painting, noticing every single little detail that was present.

Details are   important especially in art, for with details you learn to treasure the effort and meaning of every art work present. A simple piece of artwork isn’t just an art that was for the amusement of peoples eyes to see, they carried a special story and meaning behind it with only the artist’s talents used to told. That’s why, my love, treasure every painting that you can paint or see for each of them has a special meaning behind it.  

The words of my mother that was said to me when I was a young child echoed around my head as   usual reminder and I subconsciously felt myself nodding my head as if she was really there in front of me. I shook my head then looked up at the sky when I instantly remembered her passing when I was only seven. The pain that was familiar at times like this never failed to make my heart clench in sorrow but as I stared at the sky where the sun was setting, I slowly felt the pain beginning to recede. I exhaled the breath I was holding and finally looked down at the watch that was on my wrist, nothing the time. I clicked my tongue when I realised that I had spent much more time painting that I had intended to and immediately shuddered when I recalled the pile of homework sitting on my desk back home.  I cast my gaze to the art materials lying down on the ground beside me and slowly began packing up when I heard the sound of dead leaves crunching behind me.

Not hesitating to waste a second, I whipped my head around to see who it was and  felt myself die a thousand deaths right there and then when my sight came across a huge wolf that was approaching me. Not knowing I was holding my breath, I swiftly shuffled backwards hoping to get as far away as I could from it but it kept heading towards my way. As I moved away from where my art materials laid and further from where I had sat, I could feel my heart pounding against my chest as if it was trying to escape the longer time passed. My heart was palpitating like a sledgehammer against my chest and my breathing was getting faster with every second. I could hear the words and warnings of what the principal of my new school told me about huge wolves roaming around the woods after being spotted and I felt myself mentally slap myself for ever thinking about coming here.

My hands were shaking by my side as I shuffled even quicker away from the wolf the faster it moved towards me however, I felt fear fully cover me whole when my back met against the huge trunk of a tree. I pressed my back further against the rough and hard trunk of the tree when the huge wolf was starting to be in front of me and finally closed my eyes when I felt it right in front of me. I held my breath and kept my eyes closed as I began listening to the already quickening beats of my heart, to divert my attention from the wolf in front of me. Nothing happened for a while but I took huge nervous breath in when I felt it sniffing my hands that laid on my lap.  I shakily opened my eyes to see it now redrawing from my hands and when it just stared at me and did nothing that brought any harm to me, I felt the tense muscles of my neck and body begin to relax as the fear I felt began to recede.  

My eyes met the dark brown Bambi ones of the wolf and I felt myself furrow my eyebrows without even knowing, when I suddenly felt a strange sense of comfort around it. The pounding beats of my heart turned into slow gentle calming beats as I took in the features of the wolf in front of me, fascination replacing the fear I felt. I sucked in a breath as my eyes slowly traveled down its body. It was.. beautiful.

Its fur that  helped kept itself warm against the cold weather was dark brown at the top before the colour slowly faded into a light brown as it continued. The colours of it fur was a range from the darkest brown to the lightest, like darkness to light. It had the colour of the hard solid soil of the woods and the earth and the colour of my favorite sweater which was colored a light cream brown. The wolf’s dark brown eyes regarded mine closely and as I stared back at it, starting to get lost, I felt myself part my lips that were moist and soft.  Its eyes were just like the amber and the onyx, like the gold that people were desperately trying to find from the ground. It brought not only a sense of comfort in me but the familiar sense of belonging that I had not felt in such a long time ever since my mother’s passing. I could feel myself beginning to question it but my fascination with the wolf in front of me swept it away within the sea of thoughts in my mind.  

I hesitantly brought my hand up from my lap and gently placed it on the wolf’s fur, with caution however for the fear of both me and itself. The sudden fear and worry that it felt out of the blue made me be aware of its tense body position and then it occurred to me that it too was afraid of me. I bit my lip as I tried to move my stiff and frozen hand and when it finally moved to my command, I began stroking the wolf’s fur gently with caution. I was immediately aware of the relief it had when it realised that I wasn’t going to hurt it and I felt my heart softened at its movement. I brought my hand from its body to the side of its face and continued to stroke the soft fur but now with my thumb only. When it nuzzled its head against my hand like a silent message that it was enjoying  both  my touch and presence, I could not help the small smile that escaped from my lips as I continued stroking it softly and gently.

A part of me that was wise and highly aware of what was happening was just shaking her head at me in disbelief and disapproval as she watched me interact with the wolf, silently waving her hands around to tell me that what I was doing was extremely dangerous and could get me killed. Instead of listening to her wise words, I went against it, too fascinated by the wolf in front of me. I watched with awe as the wolf moved forward, closer to me, and closed its eyes while continuing to nuzzle its head against my hand. However, when a loud growl sounded from in front of us, the wolf immediately turned its head around and growled back. As I moved my eyes from the wolf in front of me and towards where the other growl came from, my mind shut down as my view came face to face with another huge grey wolf who was now snarling at us.

The grey wolf had its face twisted up into a scowl and it looked even fiercer when it began circling the other wolf in front of me. I watched with my entire body frozen as both wolves circled each other while growling and snarling. I could tell that they both were wanting to fight with each other and knew that instead of watching them, I should have ran but neither my mind nor body could move. Fright was making my body settle into a non- responsive mode and my mind a wired mess of thoughts.

Please get out of here, I don’t want you getting injured.  

I let out a small gasp of shock when I heard that voice sounded in my head. The voice, where had it come from? I didn’t know why I did it as if I was just following the strange feeling that was present in me but I felt myself look up from the ground and to the brown wolf. My eyes met theirs and I felt myself nearly fall to the floor, when its nodded its head at me. My breathing became erratic and fast paced when it finally hit me on what was happening.

Hurry up and run.

The voice sounded in my mind again and as if a spell that was finally cast on me was finally broken, I felt myself move my limbs before I began running. I heard growls and a wolf howl behind me but I didn’t dare look back, for I was frightened at what I might see behind.  I ran past trees, dodging branches that came into my sight, never stopping to once catch my breath. My heart was pounding hard against my chest as I allowed my legs to take over and do its thing, running with all the energy I had left. The light cool breeze that I felt before had turned to a strong wind that was blowing past me as I ran, I felt my hair that was once in a pony tail let loose before it began flying. The fright and anziety that I had bottled up in me was turning into adrenaline, making my legs and arms pump faster and faster enabling me to get away from the wolves as far as I could.  

The sound of leaves crunching because of being stepped on kept sounding, breaking the silence of the woods and soon I could hear my own unsteady breathing accompanying it. I could feel relief beginning to flood in me  like warm honey when the sight of my small familiar house came into view and I began slowing down the pace I was running. Running turned to sprinting before it turned to jogging and once I was finally standing in front of the steps of my house, I was no longer using any of my legs before I collapsed onto the stairs. I struggled to catch my breath as I sat on top of the wooden planks, panting like a dog that was suffering in the summer heat. Beads of sweat was dripping down the sides of my face and I pressed my hand against my chest to find the quickening beats of my heart.

Thoughts were already racing across my mind as I finally got up from the stairs and walked towards the front door of my house. Questions, theories about what could have happened were making my once empty mind a labyrinth but I knew that I wouldn’t even have any answers available even if i thought about them. The images of the brown wolf that seemed to bring comfort to me and the memories of both wolves circling around each other flashed past my eyes and I clenched my shaking hands that were by my side to help with the fear and anxiety. I twisted the doorknob of the door then pushed it open, immediately feeling a sense of worry when I realised neither my brother nor my father was back home yet.

The house was eerily silent and dark and with the events of what happened just now, I was already feeling like a terrified child after watching a horror movie. I bit my lip down hard and tried to put a leash to my  imagination that was running wild as I moved to switch on the lights before making my way up the stairs and to my room. My hunger that I was feeling before seemed to have vanished and I could feel the hairs on my neck raise when the stairs started creaking beneath me. I walked faster towards the direction of my room, not liking the silence that seemed to reverberate around the house and immediately slammed the door shut once I was in the safety of my room. I banged my head against the door of my room and closed my eyes before sliding my back down against the hard wood behind me. I buried my head into my hands as I sat there, just being accompanied by my own thoughts.

Was what I saw just caused by my own imagination and if it really was, was I really going insane? If it was real, which it probably was considering my contact with my wolf, how was it possible that it could trigger a voice in my head, a voice that I have never heard before and wasn’t mine? Could the wolf possibly be talking to me through telepathy considering the nod it gave me before I ran? Was the wolf not even a wolf at all and maybe a half wolf and half human, like the myths and stories that I had heard? And if it was, how was that possible, how could they even be true in real life?

My mind was running through the questions that were being flashed past my eyes like a bullet train going at full speed and I pressed my fingers to my temples once I started to feel a headache coming on. Sighing, I got up then went to my phone to play some soft fall acoustics that were available on my phone before I walked around my room, getting ready for bed. I tried to concentrate on the music that was playing softly in the background of my room as a way to ease my wild thoughts and I felt a sense of relief when my efforts were working. I could feel myself gently swaying my body to the music as I walked around my room, cleaning the small mess that could be found. I started humming to myself without even knowing it, just allowing the music and me to be together for that terrifying night.

I laid in bed that night, my eyes wide open as I stared out of the window, noting the stars that were in the purple ish sky. It was a normal routine that I had always done before I went to bed since it never failed to bring me comfort knowing that there were some stars in the sky that night. The only thing that was being sounded in the room was now my own breathing and my own heartbeat as I laid awake, thinking.  

Please get out of here, I don’t want you getting injured.

Hurry up and run.

The voice that sounded in my mind in the woods that evening echoed around my mind again and I   felt myself furrow my eyebrows and become more wide awake as I replayed it again and again in my mind. The voice was gentle but stern and a British accent seemed to come along with it. I could feel the cogs in my mind starting to spin as I  thought about the possibilities of who the voice could belong to. I was the newbie at my new school no thanks to moving into the little town a few days ago so my list of people weren’t much. But if I had heard the voice I was sure I wouldn’t have forgotten about it. I sighed then closed my eyes, as I heard my inner self telling me to go to sleep again for I had school tomorrow. However, even though I was falling into the depth of my sleep fast and deep, I could still see the familiar face of the brown wolf past my closed eyelids as I laid in my bed. The image of it could not be erased from my memory no matter how hard I tried and I was frustrated because of that. Pushing away the thoughts, I concentrated on sleep and soon enough I could feel myself slowly drifting away from reality like the soul tailing the cool wind.

I slept with my back to the window that night, something that I had never done before. I couldn’t  help but feel as if my entire world was about to be turned upside down. Whether it was a good thing or not, that was for me to find out.


Pearlapis au:

Pearl and Lapis move to the countryside and live in a cottage together. they watch the sun set over a nearby lake every evening. Pearl takes up embroidery. Lapis thinks it’s a waste of time, but loves to watch Pearl at work anyway. The first few years is full of emotional conversations (and a few songs). As the years go by, they talk less and less about their pasts and learn to be content in the moment with each other. 

Via @faunfriends