sandandwater: (groggy)
{ ooc } this is a good idea :D

I've given my characters a healthy dose of Veritaserum and now they have to tell the truth. What does this mean for you? Ask my characters questions about anything and everything and they will truthfully answer it. So, go ahead and ask what you want. He can't beat around the bush with half-truths.
sandandwater: (some class)


You Are Chopsticks



People see you as exotic, unusual, and even a bit intimidating.

You are a difficult person to figure out.



In truth, you try to live a very simple life.

But most people are too frenzied to recognize the beauty of your simplicity.

sandandwater: (oh ew)
The rules are: Comment to this post and I will give you 5 subjects/things I associate you with. Then post this in your LJ and elaborate on the subjects given.

I suppose this is what I get for asking Ro:

gaffing :: I am a gaffer, it's what I do. I've done for years even while attempting to do other things such as waitress or maintain some semblance of a relationship. Blowing glass is so much more than just making a bubble in molten substance gathered on a hollow pontil. It starts with mixing and heating the raw materials. Sand, sodium...whatever else you require for color and sheen, opacity and luster. It's water and air and a steady hand. Well, really, I suppose I could talk about this all night, but I'll spare you.

jewelry :: Some of what I do with the glass I blow. I make jewelry. Of course I also make jewelry out of other things, like guitar picks for instance, or a handful of dice and game board pieces. I also have a habit of changing my jewelry frequently. I don't have any one piece that I wear constantly.

beauty :: Keeping in mind that it was Ro who chose this, I'm simply going to say thank you and be presumptuous enough to assume he is referring to my glasswork.

grace :: Something that I am working on achieving once more. It's somewhat vital to working glass and Ro has seen me in action in the studio before. Balance, a steady hand, control, precision...it all leads to perfection when I'm working.

passion :: Something I believe all artists have for their given craft. Without it, there is no art, just tedium and a task that has to be completed. Going through the motions. Passion is what drives us to create. When someone has it, you can almost feel the fire they pour into their work.
sandandwater: (*flop*)
Dangerous Play.

Ellis mun wrote an awesome fic where he meets Pippa in Venice for a bit of wining and dining.
sandandwater: (come hither)
ooc: written for [livejournal.com profile] fey_fire for the snuggle meme. Binding only if his mun wishes.

May 2008

Warm day, cool breeze and Rory brought her to Murphy’s farm. He said there was something he wanted to show Pippa. She knew from many of their chats over the last year or so (mostly between sets and after gigs, more recently from some of their dates) at Last Call that the Irishman sometimes worked on the farm, exercising horses and giving the occasional riding lesson. It was a lovely place a bit upstate, large pastures dotted with pretty trees, tall grasses and pretty wild flowers.

She was currently in one of those pastures, backed up against a split rail fence, laughing as a gray stallion snuffled and snorted against her midsection. It tickled and then she squealed as the beast had managed to work his nose against her bare skin, her shirt riding up over his long muzzle. “Ro, stop! Oh, my god…stop…I can’t breathe…tickles.”

The horse nickered, flicked his ears and gave his tail a swish to the left then right. He was laughing. She knew he was laughing. And she was helpless against the equine’s size and strength as he continued to nuzzle her. Pippa tried to push his massive head away then resorted to tugging on the forelock of his mane, not that either deterred the stallion. He had his pretty filly where he wanted her.

Right where he wanted her.

The stallion finally relented once tears began to run down her cheeks and she really did sound as if breathing were difficult. Pippa was still laughing though, giggling until the horse vanished in a flash of energy-white light and the face pressed to her belly was once more the familiar one belonging to Rory Stone, púca fairy. Her boyfriend. “Ro, you are…”

She didn’t get to finish her declaration because strong arms wrapped around her waist and pulled the waitress down into the grass, tumbling her into a small heap alongside the much taller, lankier now-man. “…crazy,” she finished unnecessarily as Rory brushed long red locks of hair out of her face.

“A muirnin, my darlin’.” He murmured the words with a gentle smile, pressed a kiss to the side of her neck and proceeded to nuzzle her in much the same way he had in his stallion form. He even made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a nicker before clearing his throat. “Pretty Pippa, why did never tell me you could ride? All those times I’ve mentioned Murphy’s farm and not a word from you, why, sweet?”

She sighed and shifted, rearranging herself atop her lover to better cuddle with him. “You had your secrets and I had mine.”

And now, thanks to his foolish playing, Pippa also had several dandelions tucked into her hair.
sandandwater: (sleeping)
ooc: written for [livejournal.com profile] gifted_hands for the snuggle meme. Binding in terms of storyline, and I did choose to place it in the immediate aftermath of Pippa's ordeal with Larch.

“Shhh, a chara.” Tadhg ran long, steady fingers through her tangled mass of russet curls and spooned her body more tightly against his own. Knees bent to fit against Pippa’s, her back pressed against his chest and one arm looped around her waist with his hand resting on the outer curve of her thigh, the púca snuggled her close. Kept her safe.

She wanted Rory, he knew, but his older brother couldn’t put off outstanding obligations any longer, not without raising suspicions and questions no one wanted to answer. Rory would be back soon enough and until then…well, little brother would do what he could to soothe and comfort the girl. Tadhg had held her this way more often than Pippa was aware—over the last few days, in their efforts to repair the damage done by a disturbed, deeply twisted inhabitant of Manhattan, the MacEibhirs (save for Anrai) had all sat with or held the slight form as they used their unique healing gifts to mend wounds and sustain her life.

This afternoon the púca was more focused on calming her fitful sleep than he was on easing any pain she might still feel. He’d done what he could there, his magic crawling in and out of her brutalized body, slipping over bruised muscle and broken bone. Tadhg knew her injuries better and more intimately than she did in some ways…and he was thankful that the sleeping girl would never know just how well he knew the torment she’d suffered.

When she turned in his embrace, rubbed her sleepy face against his neck and murmured nonsense against his shoulder, Tadhg slid his hands over her back, hugging her tightly. He was very thankful that he would have the chance to get to know Pippa Kerr as a person, whole and healed. “Just sleep, lass. I’ll be going nowhere soon.”
sandandwater: (*flop*)
The Snuggle Meme. Because everyone can use a snuggle now and again.

If your muse has ever wanted a good snuggle/cuddle/hug with my muse, comment here.

I'll write at least 250 words with the pairing. Every fic is to be considered just that, fanfiction, and not actually RP history unless you request that it is. You're welcome to leave any sort of suggestions for the fics you want, be it genre, a prompt or scenario. Things can be platonic or romantic, just let me know which one you’d prefer.
sandandwater: (determined)
1. Have you ever called a person useless?

I probably have, yes.

2. What object in your room is really important to you?

There's a guitar pick on a ribbon I used to wear a lot.

3. Are you good at hiding your feelings?

Some might say too good, I suppose.

5. Honestly, have you ever thought you were seriously pregnant?

Yes. And I was, one of those times. The wrong one.

6. Where were you when you last did anything sexual?

Why is that any of your business?

7. What kind of sense of humor do you have?

Silly?

8. Do you usually tell people when they hurt your feelings?

No, I do not.

Read more )
sandandwater: (silly boat)

More Pippa Please.

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[Private]

Jan. 2nd, 2009 05:13 pm
sandandwater: (sad girl)
1) Where did you begin 2008?
Last Call, Staten Island

2) What was your status by Valentine's Day?
Single

3) Were you in school anytime this year?
No.

4) How did you earn your money?
Waitressing at Last Call, dividends and interest on my trust fund

Read more )
sandandwater: (*flop*)
This is supposed to say something about my month? )

All this really says to me is that I need to change the songs on my iPod.

OOC

Dec. 28th, 2008 10:50 pm
sandandwater: (l'amore domina senza regole)

IC Friending Meme!
Pimp yourself, recommend your friends.
All are welcome--click the graphic to post!
sandandwater: ([short hair] black shirt)


Your New Year's Resolutions



1) Get a pet pony



2) Eat more Cheetos



3) Travel to Sweden



4) Study finger painting



5) Get in shape with belly dancing



Somehow, I don't see any of this happening...
sandandwater: (some class)
THE RULES:
1. Leave me a comment saying anything random, like your favorite lyric to your current favorite song. Or your favorite kind of sandwich. Something random. Whatever you like.
2. I'll respond by asking you five personal questions about your character/muse so I can get to know you better.
3. Update your LJ with the completely honest answers to the questions.
4. Include this explanation and offer to ask someone else in the post.
5. When others comment asking to be asked, you will ask them five questions.

From Ms. Zippy:
Read more... )From Cait:

1) If you could have one non-tangible gift for Christmas, what would it be?

Something intangible? A quiet mind, I suppose.

2) Have you ever wished you had a brother or sister?

No, not really. A playmate that lived in the same house on occasion but that really isn't quite the same thing.

3) Would you like to get back into riding?

Not in the same way, no. I don't want to compete and I don't want to devote the time necessary for lessons and dressage. I do miss riding for pleasure from time to time.

4) Your favorite place to shop?

Dolce & Gabbana

5) What nickname did you type in to get that flower in your mosaic meme?
Read more... )
sandandwater: (pippadeer)


You Are Donner



The most lovable and sweet reindeer, you're also a total dork!



Why You're Naughty: You keep (accidentally) tripping the other reindeer while flying.



Why You're Nice: You're always smiling, even if you've fallen flat on your horns.

sandandwater: (smirk)
The Rules:
1. Answer each of the questions below using the Flickr Search engine.
2. Choose a photo from the first three pages.
3. Copy the URL of your favorite photos into this site: http://bighugelabs.com/flickr/mosaic.php
4. Save mosaic to some form of photo hosting thing and share w/world.

I like Zippy's idea of leaving off my answers. Feel free to guess!

1. First Name?
2. Favorite food?
1. Hometown?
4. Favorite color?
5. Celebrity crush?
6. Favorite drink?
7. Dream vacation?
8. Favorite dessert?
9. What I Want To Be When I Grow Up?
10. What I Love Most In the World?
11. One Word That Describes Me?
12. A nickname? Read more... )
sandandwater: (Default)


You Are a Bengal Cat



You look wild, but deep down, you're really quite sweet.

You are curious about the world around you, and you love to explore.



You liked to swim and climb trees as a kid... and probably still do!

You are confident and energetic. You are ready to take on the world.

From Bee

Nov. 28th, 2008 03:29 am
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