Daisy Wen Glimpses

[Pixie Styx]

The afternoon light shone in the large windows of her new apartment. She hadn't yet put up her curtains, but she'd only managed to move the last of her life here last night. It had been like camping. Sleeping on the floor. She'd set up a torch, so she could mock make s'mores, before Sly glared at her and she found and unpacked the microwave.

Daisy turns away from the curtain-less windows, surveying the space she'd chosen.

It was more spacious then the apartment she had in New York. One bedroom, with a large storage area, as well as a place she could set up as her work-space. The kitchen had a breakfast bar and a small nook, Daisy didn't think she would be one to entertain, and she's completely fine with the small kitchen and dinning space, as long as she had a larger area for her workshop.
She'd already spent the morning finding and unpacking all of the things that made up her workshop. Stopped for a quick pop-tart lunch, and she was back arranging and rearranging her tools and materials.
Sly had left her alone, the both of them knew that if it wasn't completed, then she was be completely useless, until it was finished.

Only now the hall was full of cardboard boxes, and brown packing paper, which didn't seem to make Sly fret. Not with the sounds Daisy could hear down the hall. She bit her lip to strangle off a laugh that was bubbling up. She'd left a cat alone with cardboard boxes and paper.

Daisy's slight shoulders shook as she opened another box. A smile curving her lips as she saw what was inside.

"Come now luv, time to stop playing." Daisy called down the hall.

"Wasn't playing!" her friend denies with a growl.

Daisy gave him a look, which Sly returned. "Well...if you didn't want to play...I might as well return you present." she sighed with a feigned sorrow, as she turned to the box.

"Present?" Sly's ears perked, and Daisy knew she had him.

"Oh yes. I ordered it before the move. Luckily I had this forwarding address already." Daisy said lightly.

Sly frowned in a way that only a cat can, and readied himself to jump up onto a near by box.

Daisy turned back to him when she heard him land on the box next to her. Used him by now she already had her arm up to keep him from peeking to the box. Sly glared at the artist, and tried to arch over the arm. She used her other hand to grab his scruff, and set him on the floor. "Spin round now. No Peaking!"

The black cat grumbled to himself as he did as he was bid.

Daisy wasted no more time and retrieved Sly's present before setting it down on the floor behind him. She smiled when his ears twitched, and his tail swished, but he didn't turn around. "Alright, there we go open 'em!" She said with a grin.

The cat spun so quickly that Daisy didn't see him move. His eyes were wide and glassy as he stared at his present. It was a cat scratching post, only it was designed to look like a skyscraper.

Sly's tail swished again, and he slowly stalked to the 'skyscraper', then even slower still he raised his paw, extending his claws before he...touched the tower.

Sly threw a feline grin up at Daisy before pouncing.

She was glad that he - "Mwhahaha!" an arm wrapped itself around her midsection, while another smacked itself over her mouth, the force of her laughter shaking her.

God. She loved her little weirdo.

[Pixie Styx]

The heavy drapes were pulled back allowing in the natural light Daisy craved, soft music from her childhood was playing in the background. Sly was somewhere else in the apartment, sleeping or surveying his domain from one of his many cat perches.

Daisy hunched over her desk, her nimble fingers wrapping wire around her newest project. She has a deadline to meet. Frustrated tears gathered, as she tried to blink them away. There's always a deadline to meet. There's never not going to be a deadline to meet. Always the same. Always. She's the fool who wanted this. Be an artist. Be famous. Stupid-she's hunched over her workstation the ambient sounds of the Market around her. A deadline to meet. Potential buyers to impress. A tusked hobb hovers behind her, his rancid breath foul, but she has the discipline to ignore him. Work-work-working away. Always-always-always-work-work-work-deadlines and buyers - The Margrave and his gleeful -

"No!" the Artist shouts pulling herself out of her memories, throwing her porcelain creation against the wall, she was up and out of her chair before the broken remains fell to the ground. Tears slipping from her eyes, "I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry." she whispered over and over again, rocking back and forth as she cradle the broken creature to her best.

She was still sobbing, rocking herself back and forth, cradling her broken creation to her breast when Sly found her. An instant, and eternity passed before her friend gently touched a paw to her hoof, then when Daisy just sniffled, he climbed his way up her body, toward her neck. Settling himself there he started to purr, hoping that would soothing the still broken pieces of his friend.

They stayed like that for the rest of the night.

[Pixie Styx]

The sun is covered by dense grey clouds, it's raining lightly. Thankfully for this outing Daisy had left Sly at home. Like many of his mortal brethren, her feline companion is not a fan of the rain. Which is ironic, as Sly dose enjoy spending an inordinate amount of time in the bathroom sink with the tap on.

The phrase, 'Contrary as a cat' had never rang truer.

As the Artist walks down the dampening sidewalk she wonders how long it will take her to miss the snow. While it might have been infrequent in New York city, sometimes she woke to find a soft layer of fluffy snowflakes on the ground.

it might still be the middle of winter, that didn't mean that time wouldn't pass. That is something Daisy knows all too well. She's already planning on a flower garden for the spring. Her new balcony seems bare without anything there. Maybe she'll plant a herb garden as well...but it was all about moderation, the Fortress of Coins taught her that. Daisy stepped out of the rain and across the threshold, into the Foodbank.

Today, was not a day about her and her own Desires, but of others and theirs.

She waiting off to the side until one of the other volunteers saw her. An older women with a kind eyes behind round glasses, her graying hair was pulled back into a rather severe bun.

"I'm here to help," Daisy said before the other women could ask.

The women looked grateful. "Two of our other volunteers called in sick." the women explained. "I'm Nicole, and here, you can help me unpack some bread." Nicole told her leading her to a few unopened cases of bread. Nicole handed her a box cutter and set Daisy to work.

It wasn't the work her nibble fingers were made for, but she made quick work, opening the cardboard boxes, shelving the bread, and braking down the boxes afterward.

Daisy came to know the Sorrow wrapped Desires of those that had come and gone over the course of the many hours she stayed to help.

[Pixie Styx]

Daisy hummed, absently singing a few of the words softly under her breath as she set up her simple table, The Andrew Sisters had relesed the song only a year after she had been Taken. Sly hopped down from the table, and began rubbing his furred body against her leg, sensing the directions her thoughts had gone. They couldn't afford another breakdown today.

His registered emotional support animal vest bright orange for today, and Daisy could never be more grateful for that fiction they created for him to be with her. Always.

She set out simple unadorned animal figurines. Stock she brought with her from New York. Placing the paint bottles in symmetrical, but rainbow bright lines nearest to the bare figurines. She then fanned out various paintbrushes placing them next to the symmetrical paint bottles. In a few short moments all of her careful order would descend into chaos.

Daisy's smile widened as she began hearing the sounds of the children approaching the gymnasium.

She, as well as several others had been asked to participate in an art fair at the Primary-Elementary school.

Her booth was for the older students. As they will need the dexterity not to brake stock animals and possibly harm themselves, if something were to happen she did have a first-aid box under the table, and the Nurse was on call. The youngest children would be sent over to other booths.

Daisy grinned, she couldn't wait to see some of the finger paintings.

Sly, after making certain of her own steadiness, started frowning at her in his cat-like way of his, climbing to the very back of the booth, on top of the boxes she brought with her.

Daisy didn't begrudge her feline companion that, she wasn't looking forward to possibly having child sized painted hand prints on her either.

Soon laughter and paint spatter filled the gymnasium.

The children were full of joy....was it wrong of her to take some for herself?

[Pixie Styx]

The fawn did not understand the appeal. She still purchased the ticket and her new favorite snacks to enjoy when watching something at the cinema. This time it was the newest superhero movie, Deadpool. Daisy didn't follow the jokes, noting, more and more references she needed to research on the googles, she was glad she had left Sly at home, his poor ears. 'My poor ears' the china fawn silently lamented.

The story was an interesting one, but the women out of time was unsure how she felt about what constitutes as art, or entertainment rather, in this modern age. As Daisy sat in her seat, and nibbled upon her chocolate, she reasoned that it wasn't for the picture that she attended the showing tonight, but for the others in the room.

When all she had heard from people was how wonderful this picture was, the beginnings of a plan began forming within her mind. So the Artist smiled and feigned her enjoyment to such a vulgar film, but a real smile tugged upon her delicate features when the emotionally charged glamour began saturating the theater.

As Daisy sat, nibbling on chocolate and glamour both, she realized that there was a lesson of Desire in her dislike of the film. Her own Desires were not of someone else's, and to walk the path of striving for one's own Desire, one much realize that other's are walking the same path at the same time, though their destination might be wildly different. it would be best if she were to remember that.

OOC

I did see Deadpool, and it was awesome, but I very much doubt Daisy would have the same reaction. So here!

[Pixie Styx]

This was a strange thing. Born from her Desire to be Daring.

Though this is probably not what her fellow Lost she had met at the Quicksilver Gate or more importantly at Terri's Tree Top Fashions had in mind when she spoke of that Desire.

Daisy walked into a well lit room, equipped with floor to ceiling windows, listening as the room decided how they wanted her. If they wanted her to tilt her head this way or that, should she lean her shoulders back, or forwards.

The environment familiar, but her role in it, decidedly not.

She approached the center of the room, her head high, though her insides in knots. One step up, then another, she dropped her robe and sat on the stool. It's cold, she noticed absently, through her own professional pride kept her from trying to warm her bare flesh.

They wanted her arm forward loosely held in her lap, shoulders dropped, slouching, her head tilted upward.

Not what she would have personally chosen, but for today, she was the subject and not the artist.

Time, her nemesis once, and now again, acting as if life were a laugh. It passes both quickly and slowly as Daisy kept still in her slouching pose.

After she began focusing on her separate sense, the one gained when so much else was lost, she nearly flushed. Even after six years, she still felt uncomfortable knowing just when both men, and women thought to undress her with their minds. Now with not a thing on, their attraction and lust was making her more than simply uncomfortable, but still her greatest downfall kept her silent and still and she gathered their lust so she might fuel her other passions.