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Well I found a theme I like. I just need to go and fix everything. And archive and archive….

Once I have all that done it will be better. I haveΒ  few things to do..

Yeah one piece done and a few more to go. I have to go find some pics.

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Thank you for sticking with me while I find my theme and start back on my journey of writing. I really thing I was suffering from a broken heart as I finished books last year. So many of my luvs left. Let’s make this next year better. πŸ˜€

Any suggestions are appreciated.

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Frank and Matthew

It was the scream and thud that woke Frank up. He didn’t even pause just went out his bedroom door and across the hall.

“Pup? Mattie it’s me.” Frank walked in to a room in disarray and dark. Well there was half the problem Mattie didn’t leave the light to the en suite on.

“Mattie, it’s okay to leave the light on. I have the kitchen one on too.” Frank walked across using the light coming from the open curtains to make his way to the bathroom.

Turning the light on, Frank was able to see the crack in the closet. That wouldn’t be where Mattie was. No, the young man always somehow managed to get himself under the bed. Frank was too old and too large to be crawling under there, though that first night he had.

Grabbing the bedding and the pillows Frank settled down on the floor leaving a path to the bedroom and to the bathroom for Mattie.

“I’m just going to sleep right here pup. It’s okay. We’ll talk in the morning about changing the sleeping arrangement okay?”

Frank could just see Mattie’s eyes as he peered at him from beneath the bed. Laying back on his back, Frank shut his eyes and started counting. He hit ten when he heard the first shift, twenty when he heard the next. Patience was what Frank needed. How many times had he had to wait for Mattie to figure out that he wasn’t in trouble for being scared. They were still trying to follow Mattie’s trail, find where he came from and how he ended up at the club.

But until the sweet pup started talking they were running blind. Frank sighed, it would happen. Patience and quiet right now were the key. And Frank could provide that in spades. The guys would take care of the club until Mattie had adjusted then they would go from there.

120. Frank stilled and stayed silent as Mattie crawled next to him on the make-shift bed. He didn’t say a word. He had spoken the other night and sent Mattie scrambling for safety, now he just waited for a sign.

Mattie had watched the feet of the large man come in and turn on the light. He still wasn’t so sure that it was okay, but he wasn’t in charge. He had had another bad dream and hadn’t meant to wake anyone.

Now watching the Master lay down on the floor he felt guilty. Not that he had been punished for being inconvenient, yet. He didn’t understand. He had woken up the house, why wasn’t he in trouble?

Carefully crawling from under the bed, Mattie stayed low and scooted closer to the warmth that permeated from the silent form. Just to be warm. When no punches or scolding words came Mattie settled down to sleep. Maybe…

How did we get here with Frank and Matthew? I still do not know what I am going to call him, Matt, Matthew or Mattie. Comment below. And I’ll fill in some of the blanks as I go.

Thank you for reading. πŸ˜€

Hugs&Kisses

The beginning…

Matthew sat and watched. Well leaned against the bars and watched. He was so tired. Not hungry, not sore, no longer stiff and achy from sitting for so long, just tired.

The boy currently kneeling at his Master’s? feet was gorgeous. More so than he was. He had grown up late, a late growth spurt ruining the twink look he had going for him. Now, well he was too tall, too gangly, awkward. Awkward and bald, his soon to be former Master having shaved him bald. Everywhere, the dirty blonde hair… all gone.

He had seen this from the other angle, watched as the boy he replaced was let go. Closing his eyes, Matthew simply thought, “Please let me find someone.”

A Thursday Thought

Well, more like an excuse. But I do not feel good. The head cold running around my house seems to think I would be the perfect person to land on.

Really I am against Valentine’s day. We discussed it in the chat yesterday (Yes Draw, I borrow from Twitch chat. *if I knew all your info I would give you credit*) and consensus not the best day. Not celebrated not… well ya get the gist.

Now, that being said and posting a Valentine’s day post for the Chain, I have decided the universe must owe me. I have a head cold. I need SNUGGLES!!! See I woke this morning with the perverse want of having someone to be there tell not to go into work. That I needed to go snuggle back into the covers, they would make sure I was all tucked in. Make sure the kid got off to school, they offices all called and then come back to snuggle with me. Just to be my body pillow.

Nope.

I am at work. Drinking hot tea with the last basketball game of the season to look forward to tonight.

I am off of my regular blog programming. Two weeks behind and I don’t know if I’ll get it figured out.

But I got Monday’s done, and I am monitoring / mediating? this month’s blog chain for Absolute Write.

So busy busy.

And I would have totally forgotten about today’s post if Draw hadn’t reminded me on Twitch yesterday. Well not reminded but we started talking about Chat and the raid and how we could so totally write a book about it. Gotta love guild leaders. πŸ˜€ But writing the book on chat right off the top of my head? I’m good, but I am not that good.

Here’s to the Raid today and more ideas to pull for a book on WOW πŸ˜€

Chocolate v. Spotter

January 010” I’m just a little distracted” (when your spotter leaves for chocolate on Friday)

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I was a little distracted and a little not wanting to work. Thinking thinks that didn’t need to be thinked.

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