Queen faye solos of 2022
16 march 2022
https://twitter.com/SkyBoivin/status/1504186886562189324?t=nxlRDBpCouzsmxkdvQkVIQ&s=19
Warmer days makes for wishful longings of more of these days to frolic in the cool waters once again... https://t.co/hau9Z3xtCZ
16 April 2022
https://twitter.com/SkyBoivin/status/1515544465930391553?t=1lyuIzRAjlGpBGBRjBulMw&s=19
Finding a new rug for the bedroom, she unrolled out upon stepping into the room. Methodically, she began the task of unrolling the item a little at a time, lifting the legs to their bed to the front corners as she went. A strenuous task indeed alone. Determined though she was to do this on her own. When in fact it seemed like she was these many long moons. Squatting upon her knees as she went along, propping the bed up with her shoulder to shove the rug underneath and pull it along the middle of the frame until finally, it was all straight and flat underneath their queen sized bed. Exhausted, she tossed her body back upon their bed to catch her breath finally.
She closed her eyes to focus on slowing her breathing; the silence of their cozy little cottage both a welcomed sound as well as a deafening one all the same. 'Where could he have gone, all these months? Not a letter. Not a word.' Her mind now escaping herself as the silence had a way of allowing her to begin such overthinking as she was known best at doing. Especially with such as these moments.
She gave a deep huffed breath out and then opened her eyes, staring at the ceiling above her. A frown to herself before she mustered pulling her body from their bed to debate if she would begin another task or go and officially take a real break for the moment. Such overworking of her body these long days wasn't good for herself, she knew this. Yet she could not control it. She had to keep herself busy and occupied in some form...
26 October 2022
https://twitter.com/SkyBoivin/status/1585349325533478912?t=pHqp7Mfj9gttGCOwczrBWw&s=19
#internationalPastaDay
https://twitter.com/SkyBoivin/status/1585350449011777536?t=WiqTHFKBiPrJwkap1kr-PQ&s=19
#mondayMeditations
1 November 2022
https://twitter.com/SkyBoivin/status/1587599482333675520?t=peIOiMgmk-59yVg4q1zuuw&s=19
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13 November 2022
https://twitter.com/SkyBoivin/status/1591860724720082945?t=TUh1hFrRrnSqO6wdM81KHQ&s=19
Chilly and rainy days mean sweata weather in the cool, crisp fall...
https://twitter.com/SkyBoivin/status/1591861602755780611?t=UfN7J-P33LwKcJoqcMQByA&s=19
Projects to finish and start as well as errands to run! They won't get themselves done lazing about the cottage!
21 dec 2022
https://twitter.com/SkyBoivin/status/1605743245555748869?t=ymNS1MriuCfutJ1boHVVag&s=19
Some time past-
Sky cannot recall everything of what might have happened or what may had led up to the now. She remembers some fond memories and of the such. The twins here with her still; a niece Hope. Other things. For now, she had decided to take a break and reside in the cozy little cottage of ᴹᵃᶰᵒˢᵠᵘᵉ before settling once again at the castle at the island of realms. She felt the girls needed some time of hidden solitude and protection until they were old enough to protect themselves better. She also knew things were made to be such a way... "easier to her mind to keep her more focused" so to speak; with the small assistance from her sister in such ways. Just a tiny spell perchance might had been executed to help things smooth along until the right time came to perhaps recall on things she needed to not remember for now. Clues clearly still left about the cottage of any of such memories. Just too much for her heart to bear for the time being that she needed to do things in such a way. When the time was right, the triggering thing will flood those very memories back to her. Like a wall of a dam to come cascading down...
She took a silent stroll throughout the cozy little cottage, pausing here and there to examine something between her slender fingers. The touch in her fingertips, the feel of realness to her. The sounds of silence between chatter or giggles of Sami and Solvi off at play somewhere along the grounds. Probably chasing bunnies once again. Or the soft murmurs of Hope, trying yet another spell on her own. A heavy sigh escaped her chest as she began to cross the threshold of the study. Richly decorated in carved mahogany furniture, lavish tapestries and more. A man's study this room was fitted for. She did recall that much. Fond memories might have surfaced here if it was to be allowed. But now, just dormant. He had been away for so long now; the reason still very much unclear to her to this day. Partly to why the memories had to be sent away as well.
Too much work to be dealt with now. She needed to stay focused. Keep a clear head. The heart needed to not be allowed to linger on other things. Like where could he had gone to? What might had happened? A deep breath in and a slow exhale as she turned from the now middle of the room to walk to the chair side of the desk. Pushing the chair aside as to discard it from her sights, she laid her palms flat upon the smoothly polished desk. Her eyes lifted deliberately up towards the center of the room; where she had just stood. She stared past it all. Like nothing stood before her vision any more.
Silence.
That was all that greeted her in this position. Blessed silence. Damnned silence. A blessing and a curse all one and the same. Closing her eyes and let out a defeated breath. "Why did this have to be..." a barely audible whisper escaped her lips. The desk solid beneath her palms. Her gaze still unfocused yet focused all the same. Faint glimmer to her eyes and then an uncontrolled surge of enegburst forth across the room. The defenseless chair in its path shattering to a thousand tiny fragments. She herself, felt calmer suddenly. Yet, still stayed there for what felt like hours...
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