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amica-aenigmata-naboo · 5 months

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Undead Heart

Astarion x Y/N - drabble - 1.4K WC

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Warnings: necromancy, defensive reader, Astarion being a supportive little baby (he is so precious), doubt, reassurance, flufffff, kinda angst? idk

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Astarion laid his head on your chest, smushing his face in for good measure. You let out a breathy laugh. It was still early, the birds hadn’t graced the winds with their songs yet. The sun hadn’t peeked over the horizon to start the new day. You held Astarion close, one hand gently caressing his soft curls at the base of his neck - the other drawing circles on his bicep that was holding your waist. For a creature who didn’t sleep he appeared pretty dead to the world currently. You listened to the little breaths that left his mouth. You watched his eyes move beneath his closed lids. You loved looking at him, especially when he was like this. His face was calm and smoothed over with rest. Nothing could hurt him here, you wouldn’t let it.

“Staring is rude.” he mumbled into your chest, somewhere between sleep and wake.

“It’s not staring, it’s admiring.” you whispered into his ear, kissing the side of his face softly. You could feel a begrudging smile form on his face for a moment before his breathing evened out again.

You slowly slipped away from him. You were a necromancer, of unknown origin. Your past was muddled but you had found histories of yourself at the citadel from the far reaches of Faerun. You had lived a life. Full of good and bad but your future was yours alone to define. You were ancient, you never aged. The years, for the most part, had been kind to you. Your powers were unmatched and your beauty was unparalleled. Slipping out of the tent you walked out of camp through the fog of the early morning. You could feel the sweet dewdrops kissing your feet as you walked barefoot to the cemetery you had passed yesterday before setting up camp. The souls there called to you. They wished to be released, to visit one another after an eternity apart. As you walked to the center of the graveyard you felt your powers start to flow from your palms. Black smoke and glowing green light emanated from you, swirling and twisting about. Figures started to arise from the graves, transparent and ghostly. You kept your concentration as the ghosts mingled. Laughing and dancing with one another as if they were in the midst of a ball. Your power enveloped the graveyard in a shimmering light, as if millions of little sparkles had graced the small event you created. You walked through the endless rows of graves, quietly admiring everyone. Out of all the things you could do with your abilities, this was always your favorite. Reuniting old friends, families, lovers. Even some enemies who decided to call truces due to their undead circumstances. Everyone always looked so happy, so relieved. The ghosts could see you just as you could see them. One floated through you before another held your hand, spinning you about to the quiet tune that drifted through the air. An enthusiastic bard playing his instrument, as if he had never put it down all those centuries ago. You knew the sight was strange, and that people often found you strange yourself. Death did not scare you. You were its equal and enjoyed teetering that otherworldly line.

You had never shown this power to Astarion, concerned he would find it odd. You had been together for a few months. He knew you were ancient and powerful but beyond that you tried to be quite vague. You continued to smile and laugh amongst the ghosts, feeling relieved to use your powers. In battle you were skilled with necrotic and psychic attacks along with general melee fighting but this is truly what you enjoyed using your powers for. Bringing peace, unity. After a while though, the air shifted. You felt eyes watching you. You searched for the source, eyes finding a very much awake Astarion leaning against the graveyard gate.You jumped, sucking in a shocked gasp. You made the shimmer fade, the swirling slow, the smoke dissipate. The ghosts slowly drift back to their respective graves, solemn looks on their faces. No amount of time living or dead would be long enough with each other. And yet, you felt their appreciation radiate to you. You felt pale, almost sickly. Astarion was going to think you were some sort of freak, you just knew it. You slowly made your way to him, keeping your head low and arms tight across your chest to protect yourself from some unknown threat.

Astarion’s face wore a slight frown, his eyebrows drawn up in a furrow “Little love, whatever could be the matter?”

Your heart raced at the pet name. “How long have you been standing there?” you asked, walking past him, heading back to camp.

He trailed after you, “Long enough. You looked like you were enjoying yourself.” he quipped. There was no malice in his tone, nor teasing but it made you cringe internally anyways.

“I wish you hadn’t.” you whispered, walking into your tent.

Astarion felt confused, he tried to follow you into your tent but was stopped by a similar shimmering force at the entrance of your tent. He stepped back, he could still see and hear you but he couldn’t get to you, couldn’t touch you.

“I would like to be alone.” you said picking up a book and sitting down, eyes never meeting him.

“Darling…” Astarion said quietly, noticing a few tears on your face. “Please let me in.”

“Why?” you spat, you wanted to fill your heart with anger in preparation for the negativity you were sure you were about to receive.

“I let you in.” he spoke softly, you knew he wasn’t just talking about his tent. He had shown you every facet of himself, the least you could do was let him into your damn tent.

He slowly pulled the book from your hands as he sat down, attempting to take them in his own. You pulled away quickly, crossing your arms over your chest. He felt a pang of hurt within him but pushed it aside. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Well, get on with it…” you huffed out shakily.

“I have to say… that was pretty powerful magic you were doing back there…” you snorted a bit at his comment. ‘If only you knew’ you thought.

“Freaky, right? Strange? Unnatural? Unholy?” you rambled off sounding angrier by the second. Your walls were building back up at breakneck speed, preparing for the worst.

“My sweet, why do you sound so upset? I thought what you were doing was quite… amazing. Honestly… everyone looked so elated, thanks to you.” your eyes flicked to his.

“I know it’s weird to be so… involved with the dead. I never wanted you to see me doing anything like that… but they sounded so sad, so lonely…” you tried to explain yourself.

Astarion chuckled, causing you to snap your head up. “My precious, you do realize I am undead? I think I might understand better than anyone why you wanted to give those souls a reprieve. It was… sweet of you.” he smiled at you tentatively, hesitantly going for your hand. He smoothed his thumb over the back of it.

You wanted to trust him, to believe him. Yet a voice still tugged at your mind. “You think so?” you whispered.

“Darling you gave them a few minutes of life, do you know how sacred that must be for them? And you did it out of the kindness of your heart. Now that, is truly meaningful. That shows the soul you possess.” Astarion moved his other hand to cup your cheek, tilting your face to be level with his.

Your eyes were glossy, “I just don’t want to be too different. Too strange.”

“You are quite strange… it’s quite possibly my favorite thing about you.” he smiled, his fangs peaking out a bit. “Do you know why I rest on your chest so much?”

You shook your head ‘no’ at him.

“I do it so I can listen to your heart. I feel almost as if mine beats with yours for the first time in centuries when I hear it. Strong. Compassionate. Wonderful.” you tilted your head into his hand, kissing his palm.

“I love you.” you said quietly.

Astarion smiled, you had only said those words to each other once before when your emotions became too much to hold inside.

“And I you, endlessly my strange little love.” he kissed you deeply yet gently before laying you both down. He settled in his usual spot, listening to your heart. Strong, even, calm.

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Naboo's Note:

Hello! I hope everyone likes this piece, it came to me suddenly as I am in fact writing and posting it at damn near 2 AM #worthit. I think I might try to write another this weekend but I work tomorrow and have been pretty exhausted (mentally and physically) as of late so idk, no promises. Anyways - thanks for all the likes comments, reblogs, and requests! Ilysm xoxoxoxo, talk soon.

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thought--bubble · 6 months

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She is happy now Part 3/5

Modern Aemond X (Ex Girlfriend Reader)

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Warnings: Alcohol use, mentions of cheating, angst

You enter the red keep hand clutched to Cregans arm. You hadn't been here in a very long time. The Targaryen family haven't lived in the old castle that their family has owned for generations, but they did use it for large gatherings and celebrations. The old bedchambers set up like elaborate hotel rooms. Balls and parties taking place in the old throne room with the local wealthy elite The throne was moved to the citadel museum years ago, but when you're standing in this room, it feels like you're standing in a piece of history.

Being Aemonds girlfriend for all 4 years of high school afforded you invitations to many of these events over the years. As always, the hall was decorated lavishly as was Alicent's superpower. She always had an eye for the exquisite.

"I don't belong here, aemond."

"Of course you do. You're my girl" he laughs

"We've only been together 3 months, and this is not a party my family would ever be invited to." You look around the hall self-consciously

"I hardly belong here myself. All these picture perfect people and then me, the disfigured nerd"

"Aemond!" You smack his shoulder."Don't say that!"

"So let's not belong together, ok?" He shyly grabs your hand and guides you further into the room to join the other guests.

You sigh and Cregan looks down at you.

"Looks like the seats are assigned. Let's find our place, ok?

You nod at him and let him lead the way. People are standing around in pockets talking. Servers walk around with trays of drinks, offering them to wedding guests as they pass by.

"Drink miss?" One such server offers you. You grab the glass of wine and start chugging it.

"Hey take it easy there darling"

Cregan lowers the glass. "We are going to have fun, ok? Dancing, food, and a little bit of alcohol nothing crazy "

You smile sheepishly. "Can't I just get black out drunk, and then you carry me home?

"That wouldn't be good" Heleanas voice rings out behind you.

"Hey, Hel," you turn around and give her a hug. "we were just weighing our options on how best to celebrate. I was thinking of going vintage Aegon"

Heleana snorted at this "no no no I have pictures to take and I can't have you all sloppy" she pushes your shoulder.

"Speaking of that" she takes out her phone and points it at you and Cregan. "Smile love birds!" Cregan wraps his arm around you and you smile looking towards Heleana. She starts snapping some shots.

Behind her, you see that familiar mop of silver hair. He is so tall his head bobs above the other heads as he quickly gets closer. His mere presence causes your head to sag.

"Sister, let me take a photo of you with your.... friends, " he says, sounding a little nervous while holding out his hand towards Helena.

"Yeah, ok. Thanks, Aemond. " Heleana gives you an unsure look before handing him her phone and moving across to stand on the other side of you, placing her arm above Cregans on your back, making you the center of the photo.

Aemond takes a few pictures and then he looks right at you.

"Absolutely beautiful"

You two lock eyes and you freeze. Until you feel Cregan squeeze your waist.

"Come on hun. heleana says our table is over there, " he said, pointing to the far side of the room

"Oh um ok" you barely squeak out as you let Cregan lead you away on shakey legs.

"Well, he's an odd duck. Certainly brazen. " Cregan half laughs, but you can sense the tension in his voice.

" That's a term for him, I guess." You nearly growl.

"I thought you said you were over him?" Cregan says voice low, but you can hear he's annoyed.

" I am, I just want to simultaneously set him on fire"

"Hmm" he scratches his beard. "Is that what you were trying to do? Set him on fire with your eyes, is that why you couldn't take them off of him?"

"Creg..." You stop walking and close your eyes. "I do not want to fight with you. I especially do not want to fight with you because of him of all the people in the realm"

"I'm not trying to start a fight. It's just.... hard to ignore the way you two..... the way the air changes when your near each other." He says pinching his nose.

You go to say something, but he interrupts you. "I'm going for a smoke. I'll be right back. Our table is right there"

He leaves, and you take 2 more steps toward the table and then see a server. You grab 2 cups of wine off the platter and go sit down by your name tag.

"Vintage Aegon it is"

"We have to get him back to his room, or my mom is going to actually kill him," Aemond says between huffs, trying to pull a very enebriated Aegon to his feet.

"I want to go back to the paaaaarty," aegon slurs, trying to free himself from his brothers grip.

"Aegon!" You giggle,"your mother is in there!"

Aegon slouches against Aemond. "Ok, my room then, but no making out or anything gross between you two." he wiggles his eyebrows.

"Shut up, Aegon," aemond says, pink slowly spreading across his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

You successfully get Aegon situated in his guest room within the keep, and both you and Aemond collapse laughing against the door in the hallway.

"I'm sorry, my brother is an idiot. " he says, looking down and scratching the back of his neck.

"He's not an idiot. Not a genius either, but at least he's amusing?" You shrug your shoulders at him standing up. "Let's get back to the party. Your mom might question it if you're both missing"

You reach your hand out to him, and he grabs it, pulling himself up. You turn to walk down the hallway, but he pulls you back into his chest. He takes a deep breath and then gently places his lips on yours.

Your heart beats wildly in your chest as he pulls away, smiling gently and putting his forehead against yours. "That was my first kiss," you say elated.

"Yeah, mine too," he says breathy, "was it.. good?" He asks nervously

"Yes, very," you snuggle up closer to him, grabbing the lapels on his tux jacket. "How about you? Was it everything you thought it would be?"

He let's out a long breath "and more" as he leans in to kiss you again.

You had already sucked down your two glasses of wine and had picked up two more, and Cregan still wasn't back. You sat at the table, your chin resting on your palm.

You hear the clinking of glasses as Alicent hightower-targaryen stands by the table that is placed in view of all the other tables where Aegon, Cassandra, and the wedding party members are sat.

"I just want to say a few words about my firstborn son and how lucky I feel to finally be a mother-in-law." You roll your eyes and take another big gulp of wine.

"Aegon has always been a free spirit. As free spirited as a young man can be. That's why when he told me he was going to marry Cassandra, I knew it was nothing short of true love. " she raises her glass "to Aegon and Cassandra. May this marriage be everlasting may you be eachothers greatest support, may you trust, love, and confide in one another. May your days always be filled with honesty and devotion. Congratulations, my baby boy!" Everyone cheers, and you finish off your 4th glass of wine for the night.

Aegon yells out a disgruntled "mom!" And laughter spreads around the room. Cassandra's father Borros stands up and starts his toast, but you couldn't be bothered to listen. You pull put your phone and text Cregan

"Where in the seven hells are you?"

"Outside. Be in soon"

You let out a huff. This was typical between you and Cregan. When you got in a disagreement or argument he would go out under the guise of smoking a cigarette and play on his phone for an hour until he calmed down and then would come back like nothing ever happened at all. You knew that wasn't the proper way to take care of issues, but avoidance was your go-to defense mechanism, and Cregan avoided most negative interactions. He was an easy breezy guy.

"you don't want to talk to him about it? Find out what actually happened?" Heleana asks you gently handing you back the tub of ice cream you were sharing between you.

" I know enough of what happened. He was naked she was naked, and he looked ike I just rose from the dead, " you say, violently jamming your spoon back into the carton.

" I understand that but don't you want him to explain himself? At least for your own closure? Yell at him maybe? Call him out? Anything?"

"Nope. As far as I am concerned I never met an Aemond Targaryen and I'm thankful for it. Guy sounds like a clown"

Heleana sighs. " I just want you to be able to heal and feel better. I heard closure is a necessary ingredient to that recipe"

"Heal? Hah. He didn't hurt me. He hurt himself. I'm fine. The second I saw that all feelings turned off for him" you stare ahead hard at the TV

Heleana looks at you with a disbelief on her face.

"Just think about it ok?"

"Nothing to think about. It's over he's gone, and I'm fine"

The room goes quiet again, and Aemond stands up, holding his glass out.

"Aegon and Cassandra, a love like the two of you share is a rare and valuable thing. It is irreplaceable and changes you forever. It only takes a second to lose it. So I ask you both whenever you make a decision, be it innocuous or extremely important, ask yourself how this will affect the other. If the answer is ever negatively don't do it. No matter what it is. Most things can be replaced, but a love like this can not. A love like this is palpable. Tangible even. One only needs to stand in the presence of the two of you together to feel how the air noticably changes. That can not be replaced, duplicated, or imitated, and if it is lost, trust me when I say you can spend a lifetime in mourning. That is real, and the value of that is incalculable. Aegon and Cassandra" he clears his throat."I wish you a marriage filled with love and all the blessings that come with that. But the thing I wish you the most of is time. A long, long time to spend together and in love. Cheers to Aegon and Cassandra. " he quickly sips his drink and sits back to down to a round of applause.

"You can spend a lifetime in mourning," you whisper to yourself.

You run both your hands down your face in an attempt to keep your emotions bottled up.

Are you sad? Angry? Confused? You're not even sure anymore.

But you realize Heleana was right. You need closure.your not sure if it is liquid courage or if you have finally had enough, but you are going to get it from him tonight. Whether you have to chase him down or beat it out of him,

You are going to get your closure from Aemond Targaryen tonight.

A/N: Closing in on the end here! It has been so much fun writing this and interacting with you all! 💗 Thank you for reading! I should have part 4 out in the next few days!

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talkshitgetcrit · 2 years

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above us only sky / Aemond Targaryen x Allyria Dayne (OFC)

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A/N: Hi there - this is the first fanfic I’m posting anywhere online since a break that lasted roughly three years. English isn’t my first language. Also, in this chapter Aemond and the OFC don’t even meet yet. Idk, I have a good feeling about this. Maybe you would still like to give it a read?

Summary: A historian stumbles over a lost record of the ‘Dance of Dragons’, aka the Targaryen civil war. He excitedly tells his boss about it. We get to see the first part of those records, set in 128 AC, a few months prior to Viserys’s death and the events of episode 8 of HotD. Aemond attends a family meeting.

Warnings: Slight fat phobia at one point, mention of NSFW themes, canon-typical violence later on.

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I have a lot more to say, but I promised myself I will keep it short. So I will leave you to it, and keep my comments till the end.

To the honored Archmaester of the Citadel,

And my good friend and fellow scholar –

Dear Perestan,

Often have we discussed the history of house Targaryen, and the three colorful and turbulent centuries spent under their reign.

You know me to be a true scholar, determined to pass on the most accurate version of events, and therefore always cautious not to rely too much on any biased source, be it an overly piteous septon, a certain court fool who could have done with a bit more piety in his life, or an old and withered bearer of the maesters’ chain, much like ourselves. I am a scholar, and I do my best to only tell of what is true – I must plead with you to keep this in mind while you study the transcripts of my most recent source, for otherwise it must sound all too much like hogwash and old women’s tales.

But from all I know, this is the most truthful retelling regarding the fates of Aemond Targaryen and one of the women – no, I cannot say it otherwise; the woman in his life. It holds little bearing for the overall history of Westeros, but it shall be answering some questions we have long asked ourselves. Inconsequential as it may be, since stumbling across this little booklet in the dusty depths of the Starfall library, I find myself returning to my research with renewed vigor every morning.

I ask you, dear friend; if even we, as life-long students of the Dance, could be so blind, what other tales and truths may rest in other libraries strewn across the continent?Mayhaps another maester in another time will unearth those. For now, the both of us have to be content with some new knowledge regarding the tale of Aemond One Eye and Allyria, the Sunken Star of Dayne.

Your good friend,

Yandel

From The Diary of Allyria Dayne:

Today I saw my first dragon. We had finished our morning meal and were about to depart, when we all heard it – a strange noise in the distance, at first like the cry of a rooster, a piercing, solitary note, before it developed into a full roar.

I have never heard anything like it – no wounded boar or stag, not even a cornered mountain lion can scream like that.

It died down again after some moments, and we all were silent.

Servants and guards alike stopped in their steps for a breath of time, just like the horses and birds and beasts of the forest.

It was a bit like we were all children, each waiting to be coddled and told this was nothing to worry about.

Though of course, no words like those were said.

The animals seemed to shake off their stupor a moment earlier than us – horses neighing and thrashing around, and suddenly the sky was dark with swarms of birds, each sounding their own alarm as they made their exit.

I was looking up at that storm of wings and fathers, so I was among those who actually saw the dragon.

Our tross is composed of many riders, wheelhouses and even city guards at this point, and yet wherever they stood today, they all were touched by the shadow of the giant beast's wings.

For just a moment I saw it in its entirety; a dark outline against the bright morning sky, terrible and mighty. I wish I could describe it more closely, but the next moment it was already gone, like a bad dream in the morning sun, so neither I nor anyone else got a good look at it.

But the chaos in the camp remained – and weirdly enough everybody immediately got to work to set things straight again, without even losing a word about the dragon.

Chests had spilled their precious cargo over the rotting leaves, along with fallen crates full of provisions. One of Lady Fowler’s court dresses is stained with mead now, and it smells like it, too. One of my nephews cut his hand on some broken pottery while he fell, and there was plenty of crying, snot and blood and dirt all mixing on little reddened face.

He was the one who asked it, too:

“What was that, mother?”

And just like that, the spell of silence over the whole company seemed suddenly broken.

CIty guards were cursing the dragon, and so we learned its name – her name.

Vhagar.

“My old nan used to tell tales of Balerion, the black dread, but I can’t think he could have been much worse than that bronze beast”, I heard one of them say, and another told one of our guards:

“They used to fly out only over Blackwater Bay, where they would disturb no one but the fishes. Out to Dragonstone and back, and it only took one ring of the bell, or maybe two,”

His eyes were shining when he said it, as if what he really wished to say was:

‘They terrorize us small folk, us ground-dwellers, but I would not find it all that bad, if only I was one of them.’

I asked him ‘why do they come here now?’, and for a moment he looked at me all gruff under the rim of his helmet and over his beard.

“Fought with each other, m’lady. Or so they say. So one half stay on Dragonstone now, and the other here, and avoid each other like the plague, that they do.”

He snorted and spit out while I was still trying to make sense of this.

“The dragons?”, one of our guardsmen asked him, and he looked confused.

“The dragons were the one who fought?”

The city guard laughed. “Aye, you could say so. Dragons they do call ‘em… Nah, lad, I’m talking about the Targaryens. Rhaenyra and her black lot on the ‘Stone, and in King’s Landing we have our Greens.”

He probably could tell he was not making much sense to us and fell silent. Lady Fowler called for me then, and I bid them goodbye, and as I left I only heard some more talk of princes and dragons and that we were lucky to have none of that down in Dorne.

I’m not much of a believer, but in terms of bad omens it does not get much worse than that, I suppose.

Vaghar, the scourge of Starfall, they call her at home, – though I assume a beast like that , nearly 200 years old, gets called ‘scourge of’ in a hundred and one places.

And this very same dragon is the first I see of King’s Landing. This morning, we were 5 days from the city, and this evening as I write this it’s five days, still.

An axis on the Fawnton’s wheelhouse broke, and by the time it was fixed it was nearly turning dark.

I must admit, at least to me there is something good to it, too; Soren wants to ride ahead with some men, maybe to hunt, maybe to stock up on provisions, and Lady Fowler has allowed me to come with.

I think I’m a bit of a disappointment to her – not another daughter to adorn her happy, pretty family, but a thorn in her side.

She disagreed when I found the courage to ask her about it last week.

“You come after your mother, Allyria. Maybe not in looks, but your spirit is all the same. And that is just fine with me. I must confess, more than once I have almost called you by her name, too.”

I don’t remember my mother as well as I wish I could, but tonight I miss her terribly. I miss home, and grandfather, and my little brother. But above all, both those living and dead, I miss Raydan.

And that is what drives me forward. I still believe that the only way to get justice for my big brother’s death leads through King’s Landing.

Aemond

“You stink of dragon shit”, prince Aegon greeted his younger brother, before grabbing a maid that had tried to sneak past him unnoticed.

“What are you waiting for, girl? Get my brother a cup as well.” Then he let go and she hastened away, lips pressed shut and eyes blank.

Aemond stepped aside to let her through, looking after her as he pulled off his gloves.

“Watered down”, he reminded her, and the servant girl turned again, eyes widening a bit as she stared at his eyepatch and the scar, before she hastily curtsied and fled the room.

“You know I don’t”- “You don’t drink wine during the day, yes”, Aegon interrupted. “But I also know you usually crack during these nice family gatherings, and then you can even be fun to be around”.

He grinned, and Aemond found himself grinning back. He and Aegon had not much in common – but they were family. The blood of the dragon. The True Blood, as their mother had hammered in, time and time again, from the moment she deemed them old enough.

For Aemond, that time had come a bit earlier. On dragon wings, and with a blade and searing pain.

There was that phantom itch under his eyepatch again, and he balled his hand shut to keep himself from scratching at it.

He had told them, back then, that he deemed it a fair trade – an eye for the biggest dragon alive.

Nowadays he thought it more than fair – what was an eye lost, for the insight he had gained?

Otherwise he might have grown up as spoilt and unfocused as Aegon.

The doors opened again and their mother Alicent entered, along with their sister Helaena and their grandfather Otto Hightower, followed by Sir Criston of the Kingsguard.

“You may leave”, his mother told the other two guards who had been waiting in the shadows like pale silver ghosts.

They left, and a moment before the doors closed, the servant girl entered, carrying the cup of wine for Aemond, keeping her gaze on his shoes and fleeing from the room the second he had taken it from her.

He was not much of a gambler, but he was willing to bet his eye – or maybe one of his brother’s eyes – she had waited for the queen to arrive.

In his mother’s presence Aegon would not dare to touch them, the servant girls all knew that.

They all sat down at the table, and Aemond did his best to follow along as his mother and grandfather recollected the events at court this week; Which ones of their highborn sheeps, always flocking to the throne had died, had given birth, would soon marry. Who came and went, and what had happened elsewhere in the realm.

Aemond paid little mind to it – there was only one family in this realm he cared about, only one that really mattered.

The rest of them were just sheep, no matter if they called themselves nameless peasant, son of a long line of nameless peasants, or Lannisters or Tully or Baratheon.

His family had dragons, and dragons ate sheep, whether they walked on four feet or two.

Alicent maybe was a Targaryen in name, but in name only. She would never understand, for she had never seen King’s Landing and all of Westeros shrink beneath as you rose up into the sky, until even the mightiest stronghold looked like you could squash it with your thumb.

And so she chose to bore him and his siblings with the fates of their people.

“Then there is the arrival of Lord and Lady Fowler later this week. They bring some other Dornish nobles with them – a son of the Yronwoods, and a lady of the Daynes” – “Sweetstar Dayne?”, Aegon interrupted.

Alicent frowned, looking down at the raven message in her hands again.

“Sweetstar?”, Haelena asked. “Do they call her that because she is nice?”

Aegon grinned. “No, because she’s fat.”

Aemond choked on his wine.

“Aegon!” Alicent's voice cracked sharp as a dragon whip.

Helaena flinched at the loud noise, as she usually did.

Otto cleared his throat.

“It’s not Lysa Dayne, and not one of her daughters, either. Just a girl from a minor family branch they want to marry off. Ellyn, Alana, something like that.”

“Why?” Aegon asked.

Aemond began to wonder if he was dragging this out on purpose, to taunt their mother or simply to steal everybody’s time.

Maybe his brother had nothing to do but drink and whore himself into an early grave, but Aemond himself had other plans – for this afternoon, and life in general.

“Family died of Spring Fever. Or was it Dornish Cold? I’m not sure, though Lysa and Aspin Dayne sent a letter to inform us – something her surviving relatives always neglect, even though the Crown has an interest and a right to know what is going on in any keep in the realm, even if it’s just an inconsequential sheep shack with a wooden palisade and a handful men to it’s banner.”

Aemond had closed his eye and had barely listened, but that seemed like a good time to interrupt his grandfather.

“Shall we discuss something that actually matters instead? Is it true Rhaenyra is pregnant? Again?”

Otto and Alicent shared a glance.

“We have not had a raven carrying such news yet”, Alicent then stiffly replied.

“Strange. It is all the keep seems to talk about these days.”

Aemond leaned forwards in his chair. “Should the crown wish I could ride to Dragonstone, find out if there is any truth to these rumors.”

“The crown wants you and Vhagar to stay here. To serve. By your brother’s side.”

“And father’s”, Haelena added. No one paid her any mind, except Aegon who rolled his eyes about his sister-wife.

Aemond was not ready to back down.

He would follow his mother’s and grandfather’s wishes, but it could not hurt to remind them once in a while he could do more than fight on the training grounds, and Vaghar could do more than shit and feed and sleep.

“We might actually be of better use elsewhere. I don’t know if you noticed, mother, but neither I nor Vhagar particularly care for council meetings or dances.”

Aegon snickered.

“Imagine, though. Take mother’s seat in the council, and have Vhagar look on through the window, and maybe then all those little lordlings would learn to hold their tongues.”

Alicent looked at Aemond, as if she had not even heard her other son’s words. Then, suddenly she reached out and grabbed his hand.

“Your time will come, and once it does, you might wish for slow times like these to return. Use this time to prepare. Do not squander it-“ Finally, she took her eyes off him, Hightower-brown eyes meeting two Targaryen-lilac ones instead.

Aegon lowered his head in faux-acceptance, though Aemond was sure his brother had probably not been listening and certainly did not care.

Mother turned back to him again, and Aemond evenly met her gaze.

“And you, Aemond… do not squander it by forgetting to live. There is a whole world outside the dragons pit and training grounds, and in time you shall find something you enjoy in it.”

Aemond felt his lips stretch into a sour, ironic smile.

Dear mother. How could she understand that the rest of the world only saw a missing eye and the rider of Vaghar, death-bringer and city-burner, where she saw her darling son?

The eyepatch meant the high-born ladies did not scream or faint when they saw him, but none of them could stand to even look at him for long.

That did not mean he didn’t know what the world had to offer – if you had the coin to pay for it, and as a son of the crown, his pockets were deep. Music and booze and women, pretty girls in the houses along the streets of silk, who would try not to wince when they looked at him, who always preferred if he took them from behind.

“Go to dragonstone. If you must.”

For a moment, he was speechless as he looked first at her, then at his grandfather and brother, before he slowly rose off his seat.

“But know that I ask you not to. You have mended yourself into this family’s sword and shield over the years. But even the sharpest blade can fail when used in the wrong way.”

So she would let him go, and grandfather too, judging from the lack of protest. He considered it for a few moments, before he slowly sat down again. His mother had said it, and in his heart of hearts he knew it to be true: Now was not the time. Not yet.

Aemond sat down again.

“No, mother. I shall stay and listen.”

Alicent returned to her notes about taxes and Tyrells and the king’s name-day tournament, and Aemond did his best to listen, though soon he found himself wondering if that afternoon, he should try to fight not one, but two men of the Kingsguard during practice.

End of Part one

A/N: Hm. Would honestly be kind of surprised if anybody makes it till here. Well, just in case you did: Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed it! While you read it, it probably became clear WHY this thing needed some sort of prologue - I spent way too much time on the ‘a song of ice and fire’ wiki and set myself the goal to write a story that is mostly canon-compliant. The great thing about Westeros is that it is huge. There are hundreds of noble families where for entire centuries we don’t know what they were up to. The terrible thing about Westeros is that it is awfully detailed, and you first have to fine a corner where your story can bloom. Is it entirely canon-compliant? Definitely not. You would probably have to be a hardcore fan to point out most of the discrepancies.

The other reason I formatted the story like this is, that this story lives somewhere on the middle ground between the TV show and the book, and the comments from the historians were some of my favorite parts about the book.

Last but not least: Please hit me up if you like Aemond, or just HotD in general, and you want to talk about it! Let me know if you like my writing, or if there is something you would like me to write about Aemond (or some of the other characters on the show, this is very much not a one way street!). I’m honestly just excited about being able to return to Westeros again, and I’m excited to share my excitement with other people - and because I am very excited, I will overuse the tagging system a bit, to get this baby *slaps roof of this fic* out there. Is this considered very rude? Idk. Let me know?

#prince aemond #aemond targaryen #HotD #hotd fic #aemond x oc #aemond fic #aemond x reader #aemond imagine #house of the dragon #aemond one shot #hotd one shot

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azuremliam · 3 months

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Bug World AU Timeline Part 1

A masterpost to organize all the Bug World shenanigans in chronological order! This will probably become a very long post so I'll keep it under the readmore. 👍

This reached the link limit so here's the Second Part!

Myriaxanthus The God Devourer

The Primordial Hunt

The Primordial - The Golden Apocalypse

The Crystal Crafters - Scarab's Origin

Creating the Citadel

Family

Marceline

Beast Attack Rescue Crew

Grub Jake

Pupa Jake

Princess Bubblegum

(First Meeting Old) First Meeting Revised

You're A Scarab?

The Tour

The Bird (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8)

Impressions and Crush

Midnight Hunt Admitting

Noticing

Noticing Again

Observation

Big Bro

Big Bro?

Slip Up

(And ) The BIG Slip Up

Oh Worm

Aphid Thief!

Downtime

The Hunts

The Wishmaster

Dream Science

Recovery

Courtship (Part 2)(Part 3)(Part 4)

Home?

Trust

Dedication

Over Hunter

Cordyceps

Primordial Soap Opera

Candy Kingdom - The Marshmallow

Attractive

Original

Visiting Abegail (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

Snuggle Bug

Sleep Cheering Up

Honey

Kisses

(Head)(ache)

(Envious ) (Scarab)

Snuggle Bug 2

Myriaxanthus

More Kisses

Everything's Golden

Transformation

VS The Beast

Revert

Work In Progress

Cosmic Being - Azure Liam

Love Sick

(Dancing) (Bug)

Transforming Practice

Christmas Party

Biding Time

Flattery

Dr. Lambton

Tired

Calm

Transforming Practice Round 2

Art

Eggs

Egg Debate

Brooding

Hatchlings

Names

Whoops!

Rest

#bug world au #masterpost #long post #timeline #adventure time oc #fionna and cake oc

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somnolancee · 1 year

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People on Twitter been begging for more stuff about Banoffee so here's 106 facts of him~ (Precise lmao)

-He has a snake bite scar on his neck

-He is a good singer

-He prays his ancestors everynight, no exception

-He is both left and right handed

-He has abandonment and attachment issues

-He is actually somewhat, introvert

-He is always covered by his fan when he talks to someone, unless

he's angry or is at his clan

-He isn't fond of animals, excepted birds

-He smokes Opium, has a Chinese Pipe

-He's a maniac and clean obsessed

-He is obsessed by his appearance

-He has disciples and is training them, to become dancers.

His clan is very popular for that

-His parents were good friends of Dark Cacao, also his dancers but Cacao never know they had a child.

-He has his own appartments in the citadel

-He has frequents rendezvous with the Royal Advisor

Each of them trying to poison the tea and coffee of each other

-Banoffee has a secret place in the Kingdom with a big decorated tree where birds like to go. He always go there when he wants to talk with the birds or just have time for himself.

-He has some henchmen on his side in case.

-Banoffee has a whole cult and fanclub devoted to his divine person in the Kingdom

-He's very close to Syrup but completely distant to Sabayon Cream.

-He's been a victim of Pomegranate's mirror

With his fan he can creates gust of winds, razor sharp wind etc...

As dangerous as a weapon.

-He managed to have Dark Cacao under his control, till Affogato joined the Royal Court

-He paints his fans himself

-Really rare but it happens for him to do rituals dances.

-He has a superiority complex

-He's gay and don't mind being Poly

-When he's irritated or angry, he loves making himself extra pretty to feel more relaxed

-Banoffee took an arrow from Caramel Arrow.

Actually she was targetting Affogato, but Banoffee 'protected' him and took it instead.

-Banoffee doesn't wear the colors of the Kingdom because he rathers prefer using his clan color. Also a good reminding to the citizen that an outsider managed to be in Cacao's good graces

-He can combine his power and skill with Affogato's and even Caramel Arrow

Just imagine wind + poison or Wind + arrows lol

-Banoffee's anger is the calm type (worst imo HAHA). He's always incredibly calm with his usual smile, but he is BURNING inside

Only exception is Affogato, he doesn't even bother to keep himself together lol

-He always toy with innocent people to use them for his little schemes or cores.

It always work and the weaker never resist to his aura

-My main inspiration for Banoffee has been Danmeis~

-His Father died because of wild Beast in the Kingdom and the lack of Protection from the Royal Guard

His mother died due to grief and sadness of losing her husband.

Banoffee since had to raise all alone his 6 sisters at the age of 10.

-Banoffee finds the Dark Cacao Kingdom hypocrite. He hates the citizen, hates the Court, the Watchers, has a beef with the King.

He doesn't like the way they treated his family and his clan and how they abandonned them and never cared of their safety despite them being children

-He is ESTJ hehe

-During his emo arc (lol) he is worst than he is : Cold, dry, impatient, painful and mean.

Never speaks.

Consider him as a Boss and a menace for Gingerbrave & Co

-Even so he hates weapon and avoid them like the plague, he hides two daggers in his fan

-He likes to speak A LOT the language of fans. Seeing everyone confused amuses him.

-His skill is similar to Vampire's

-He faked his blindness back to his emo arc

-When he was locked in his Tower, he has a right hand little boy, he loved very much. After being back to his clan, the little boy became au disciple

-He once stabbed Affogato. He's still guilty about that even years after.

-When he and Affogato married, they were alone and celebrated it in an isolated place.

-Banoffee was a very cheerful and nice little boy, but kind of harassed by the other kids

-When he was a kid, he was always watching Dark Choco's training

-He hates Gingerbrave and his friends. They give him a headache

-He once tried to end his existence with the weapon of his father. Ended him with another horizontal scar on his neck

-He loves kids. Even if he's been traumatized by being a parent, he still really nice and sweet with children

-He's very agile and always move with elegance and grace

-He pretends to do what he does for the sake of his family and clan, but in the end it's for selfish purpose and his own situation.

-He's the subject of a lot of rumors in the Kingdom

Good and bad

-He knew the Coffee Tribe when he was a child. He was once forced to spend a night there because he lost his parents and there was too much snow for staying outside.

-Him and Affogato were really close friends, but due to his condition, Affogato couldn't spend time with him.

-Rare, but he does sleep with Dark Cacao when they have their affairs.

-In thoses first time they met Affogato believed that Banoffee's sisters where "his harem"

Banoffee did NOT like this lol

he has a huge collection of incense and talismans

-He is really silent when he's near the King. Just listening to everything

-Toffee mostly do the work but Banoffee tend to eye dropping a lot, especially when it comes to Affogato and his disciples.

-Some of the said disciples have fallen for him and Banoffee manages to catch some delicious informations from them

-Affogato has a voodoo doll of Banoffee

-Banoffee loves elarging his culture. He reads and do some researches a lot. Mostly at night

-He needs 10 hours of sleep, or most of the time he would be in an irritated mood the next day.

-He sometimes sleeps with beauty Masks

He does this since he's a child

-His pride and ego are insane /neg

-Snake phobia

-He's bad with social interactions, he doesn't care at all that what the person in front of him thinks or feels

-He always snap his fan when he hears something that doesn't please him

-He doesn't drink alcohol unless he's sad lol. He mostly drinks Rice alcohol

-Banoffee is pisces

-Eclair cookie sometimes visit him and his clan for history and researches purposes.

-Banoffee always work on a closed office with a few lighting and some incense.

No one dare to disturb him, he needs to be 100% foccused and that's why NO ONE is allowed to enter his office when he's there

-He actually has a huge collection of fans-

-He smells a sweet aroma of caramel and vanilla

-He has a lot of prayer jewels, incenses, flower and offerings.

He always use all of this for his ancestral/family altar.

He takes great care of it

-He might not show it, but Banoffee has a STRONG sense of family.

He cares mostly about it, it's literally a part of his life.

-He well raised his sisters. Polites, well-manered, kind, gorgeous as hell as well (family haha)

-His Father name was Banana Cream Cookie

His Mother named was Caramelized Syrup Cookie

(Subject to change I think)

-One of the dances he always perform with his sisters is actually a Korean dance called the "Buchaechum"

-He always do some hunting by his own around his clan in order to protect it, because he find the Royal guard incompetent

-His Magic Candy would give him the possibility to silent his enemies and also give them debuffs

(W.I.P subject to change)

-Banoffee and his sisters + clan are Chinese coded.

They live NEAR the Dark Cacao Kingdom, but still 'belongs' to

that Kingdom

-If he was in Ovenbreak, his combi pet would be a swallow :>

-Banoffee never really accepted his sexual orientation in a way, mostly when his choose Affogato out of all the people he knew lol

-He's very guilty to admit it but he's kind of happy and glad his parents are dead due to some reasons.

-He was close to Dark Choco back to their childhood

-Banoffee comforts people in a very good way.

-Banoffee's Bananas on his outfit aren't edible-

-His favorite flowers are hydrangea and Spring flowers

-Favorite season is Spring

-His clan has always a day off once a year, for celebrating their ancestors

it's basically the equivalent of Qingming Jie (hope I called it well)

-Banoffee never cut his hair.

In Chinese traditions (from what I saw throught my researches)

it has family meanings.

-Banoffee always carry a talisman with him

He hides it in his robes

-He doesn't feel cold as much as 'normal' people do. That's why despite the Snowy Kingdom, he doesn't wear warm clothes

-He loves traditional music. He finds it relaxing for everything and nothing

-He hates modern technology.

Yeah he's a boomer

-He's a very strict teacher and parent. Always slapping people with his fan when something isn't correct or perfectly executed

-The "lace-like" wires he has on his face are his hair, not jewels or accessories

-His Fanclaim theme is *unsurprisingly* Lord Shen's theme

-He never wanted to be a King because he considers himself more than that.

-Speaking of that, he didn't like Affogato's plan of becoming a King because Banoffee knows he would be damned and that Affogato would be a bad King.

-Pomegranate once asked Banoffee to join the Cookies of darkness, because he has potential.

He refused and disrespected her at the time.

#Banoffee cookie #affogato cookie #affonoffee #affogato x banoffee #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run oc #cookie run kingdom oc #oc

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summersunsetball · 9 months

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Things to Do at the Summer Sunset Festival

Summer Sunset is celebrated all throughout the Kingdom of Lucis, and thus, several traditions from the different regions of the kingdom are represented within Insomnia. The royal ball is, of course, the Crown City's main attraction during festival season, but it is by no means the only thing to do. So be sure to pack accordingly!

Here are just a few of the activities that will be available to participate in during the week leading up to the main event. This is not an exhaustive list — rather, just a taste to get you excited!

Chocobos — Wiz and several of his assistants from Wiz Chocobo Post have graciously offered to bring several of their finest, liveliest, cutest birds all the way from Duscae to partake in the big city festivities! Come pet, feed, and learn how to ride on the backs of these lovable critters. The chocobos will be traveling a long way to come celebrate Summer Sunset with us, so be sure to give them a warm welcome!

Chocobo races — Of course, the birds aren't just visiting to be pet! Chocoback riding newbies and experts alike are welcome to participate in the races, and there will be prizes for the winners!

Farmer's market — A tradition hailing from the more rural regions of Lucis, based in the festival's historical roots as a celebration of the changing seasons and coming harvest. Come to the central park to grab some fresh produce, or try foods from traditional Galahdian fare to the seafood of Galdin Quay!

Dance workshops — Planning on attending the ball, but worried about your two left feet? Worry no more! Citadel staff will be holding open house workshops to teach the basics of ballroom dance. You'll be certain not to step on any toes by the time of the actual ball.

Painting stalls — Several artists will be stationed throughout the city to help send you on your way with some unique artistic flair. Need something to entertain your little ones? Get their faces painted! Looking for a souvenir? Commission our city's local artists!

Shopping — Of course, there will be no shortage of ways to spend your money in such a bustling metropolis as Insomnia. Whether you're looking for a souvenir of your trip or still need a last minute outfit for the ball, there are plenty of places to find what you need, from small mom 'n' pop shops to full on department stores.

#LucianSummerSunset #festival information #ff rp #final fantasy rp #ffxv rp #final fantasy xv rp

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justsalpals · 2 years

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It's been forever since I dabbled in the Penumbra Podcast, which is a shame since it still remains my favorite piece of fiction. After catching up/ relistening to choice episodes a few times, I have a couple theories I'm confident in! Been out of touch with the fandom, so I have NO IDEA if I'm just repeating what's been guessed a thousand times.

In the Junoverse: it HAS to be Ruby that sent the distress signal to dark matters, yeah? I have no idea why, but I figure we're lining up to learn more about our friendly alien car and it was described why none of the carte blanche crew could've done it.

Second Citadel: relistening to the demonic dance, there was a falcon heard cawing when Arum met up with Damien post-Tristan encounter. Directly before that, in his usual anxiety prayer fashion, he mentioned when Saint Damien talked to him at Fort Terminus. Sir Tristan the Cold most definitely got his intel from there, not Saint Damien. Whether he can talk to his bird or was just hiding in a bush is unclear.

#the penumbra podcast #junoverse #the second citadel #tpp

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classicschronicles · 2 years

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Hi lovelies,

Today’s entry is a little different from usual in that rather than talking about about something, I thought I would just share a few of my favourite extracts from ancient literature. I hope you all enjoy!

Homer- Iliad Proem:

“Goddess, sing me the anger, of Achilles, Peleus’ son, that fatal anger that brought countless sorrows on the Greeks, and sent many valiant souls of warriors down to Hades, leaving their bodies as spoil for dogs and carrion birds: for thus was the will of Zeus brought to fulfilment. Sing of it from the moment when Agamemnon, Atreus’ son, that king of men, parted in wrath from noble Achilles.”

Homer- Iliad 19:

"As Dawn, in saffron robes, rose from the stream of Ocean, bringing light to gods and men, Thetis reached the ships bearing Hephaestus' gift. She found her beloved son groaning aloud, his arms round Patroclus' body, while his men stood by, weeping bitterly. The shining goddess came and took his hand, saying; "My child you must let him go, however great your sorrow, and leave him here, dead for all time, slain by the will of heaven.”

Virgil- Aeneid 2:

“Laocoon, the chosen priest of Neptune, was sacrificing a huge bull at the holy altar, when suddenly there came over the calm water from Tenedos (I shudder at the memory of it), two serpents leaning into the sea in great coils and making side by side for the shore. Breasting the waves, they held high their blood-stained crests, and the rest of their bodies ploughed the waves behind them, their backs winding, coil upon measureless coil, through the sounding foam of the sea. Now they were on land. Their eyes were blazing and flecked with blood. They hissed as they licked their lips with quivering tongues. We grew pale at the sight and ran in all directions, but they made straight for Laocoon. First the two serpents seized his two young sons, twining round them both and feeding on their helpless limbs.Then, when Laocoon came to the rescue with his sword in his hand, they seized him and bound him in huge spirals, and soon their scaly backs were entwined twice round his body and twice round his throat, their heads and necks high above him as he struggled to prise open their coils, his priestly ribbons befouled by gore and black venom, and all the time he was raising horrible cries to heaven like the bellowing of a wounded bull shaking the ineffectual axe out of its neck as it flees from the altar. But the two snakes escaped, gliding away to the highest temple of the city and making for the citadel of the heartless Pallas, the Tritonian goddess, where they sheltered under her feet and under the circle of her shield.”

Euripides- Bacchae:

Dionysus is glad when someone in the mountains falls to the ground from the whirling bands, wearing the sacred cloak of fawnskin, hunting the blood of goat-slaughter, the joy of eating raw flesh, racing to the mountains of Phrygia, of Lydia, and the leader is Bromios. Eugi! The ground flows with milk, flows with wine, it flows with the nectar of bees the Bacchic god holds high the blazing flame of the pine to and lets it stream from the shaft, fragrant as the smoke of Syrian incense with running and dances he spurs on stragglers, rousing them with his call, tossing his long, thick hair in the breeze amid the joyful cries he bellows: “On, bacchants! On, bacchants! Wearing the splendour of gold-flowing Iaccus. Sing praise to Dionysus with the sound of the deep booming drum. Joyfully singing Eugi!" to the god of that cry. With Phrygian calls and incantations, when the sweet holy music of the pipe sounds out its holy notes.

Ovid- Love and War:

Lovers all are soldiers, and Cupid has his campaigns:

I tell you, Atticus, lovers all are soldiers.

Youth is fit for war, and also fit for Venus.

Imagine an aged soldier, an elderly lover!

A general looks for spirit in his brave soldiery;

a pretty girl wants spirit in her companions.

Both stay up all night long, and each sleeps on the ground;

One guards his mistress's doorway, one his general's.

The soldier's lot requires far journeys; send his girl,

the zealous lover will follow her anywhere.

He'll cross the glowering mountains, the rivers swollen with storm;

he'll tread a pathway through the heaped-up snows;

and never whine of raging Eurus when he sets sail

or wait for stars propitious for his voyage.

Who but lovers and soldiers endure the chill of night,

and blizzards interspersed with driving rain?

The soldier reconnoiters among the dangerous foe;

the lover spies to learn his rival's plans.

Soldiers besiege strong cities; lovers, a harsh girl's home;

one storms town gates, the other storms house doors.

It's clever strategy to raid a sleeping foe

and slay an unarmed host by force of arms.

(That's how the troops of Thracian Rhesus met their doom,

and you, O captive steeds, forsook your master.)

Well, lovers take advantage of husbands when they sleep,

launching surprise attacks while the enemy snores.

To slip through bands of guards and watchful sentinels

is always the soldier's mission - and the lover's.

Mars wavers; Venus flutters: the conquered rise again,

and those you'd think could never fall, lie low.

So those who like to say that love is indolent

should stop: Love is the soul of enterprise.

Sad Achilles burns for Briseis, his lost darling:

Trojans, smash the Greeks' power while you may!

From Andromache's embrace Hector went to war;

his own wife set the helmet on his head;

and High King Agamemnon, looking on Priam's child,

was stunned (they say) by the Maenad's flowing hair.

And Mars himself was trapped in The Artificer's bonds:

no tale was more notorious in heaven.

I too was once an idler, born for careless ease;

my shady couch had made my spirit soft.

But care for a lovely girl aroused me from my sloth

and bid me to enlist in her campaign.

So now you see me forceful, in combat all night long.

If you want a life of action, fall in love.

Homer- Odyssey 24:

Past the ocean-stream they went, past the white rock, past the portals of the sun and land of dreams, and soon they reached the field of asphodel, where spirits dwell, spectres of worn-out men. Here they came upon the spirit of Achilles, son of Peleus, and of Patroclus too.

Messermoon- Choices 40:

(Okay strictly speaking this one isn’t actually from ancient literature entirely- I just really love it- @little-shit-soph)

After Patroclus fails to convince Achilles to fight for the Greeks.

After Achilles lets Patroclus face the Trojans without him.

The great warrior tilts his head back and asks the gods to “grant that he may return unharmed.”

Bring him back to me, he begs them.

Bring him back to me.

Bring him back.

Gods are a Muggle invention and from what Regulus can tell they are rather unreliable when it comes to keeping people safe. But then, he’s not sure that magic has ever really protected anyone he loves either.

He stares at the door a long time after James leaves.

Bring him back to me.

Bring him back.

But Wizards don’t know how to pray. And Regulus doubts the gods would listen even if they did.

There you have it! These aren’t all of them so maybe I’ll do a part two at some point. I hope you all enjoy the rest of your weekend!

#classical studies #classics #dark acamedia #greek mythology #ancient rome #roman mythology #homer's iliad #the iliad #ancient greece #ancient world #virgil's aeneid #the aeneid #ovid daily #choices by messermoon #sappho #jegulus #bacchanal

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Dragonstone loomed larger with every stroke of the oars. Davos could see the shape of the mountain now, and on its side the great black citadel with its gargoyles and dragon towers. Davos II - pg 133

Davos arrives at Dragonstone.

I went with a bird’s eye view of the Shayala’s Dance since I had already done a picture of Daenerys leaning over a ship’s railing last week.

It was an interesting challenge.

figuring out what Dragonstone looks like. I didn't see any versions that had it built on the side of the Dragonmont as described in this chapter. I admit I probably made the Dragon mount too large but rule one of A Song Of Ice and fire is when in doubt think big.

Mr. Martin describes Dragonstone's towers as sculpted in the shape of dragons. So, I went with that. The distance allowed me to fudge the details.

#asoiaf #a storm of swords #dragonstone #galley #illlustration #pen and ink

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reinekes-fox · 5 months

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-choose your favourite colleague!

-get to know your neighbour!

-choose your sexual orientation (with the option to choose to be aro or ace later because even a noisy neighbour cant know everything!)

-learn more about your magic (let me know how you liked that, I am unsure if I should keep that the way I have rn)

-already lose your apprenticeship?

#citadel of dancing birds #codb update #if update

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rodaskuamar · 3 months

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Explore the Enchanting Wonders of Sri Lanka with Unforgettable Sightseeing Packages

Sri Lanka, often referred to as the "Pearl of the Indian Ocean," is a mesmerising island nation that boasts a rich tapestry of history, culture, and natural beauty. From ancient temples to pristine beaches, lush tea plantations to wildlife sanctuaries, Sri Lanka offers a diverse range of experiences for travellers. If you're planning a trip to this tropical paradise, consider indulging in one of the many sightseeing packages available. These curated experiences promise an unforgettable journey through the heart of Sri Lanka, unveiling its hidden gems and iconic landmarks. In this blog post, we will delve into the enchanting world of Sri Lanka sightseeing packages, exploring the must-visit destinations and unique activities that await.

Historical Marvels

Sri Lanka's history is as captivating as its landscapes, and sightseeing packages often include visits to some of its most significant historical sites. One such gem is the ancient city of Polonnaruwa, a UNESCO World Heritage site that dates back to the 11th century. Explore the well-preserved ruins of palaces, temples, and stupas, each telling tales of a bygone era.

The iconic Sigiriya Rock Fortress is another must-visit destination. Rising dramatically from the central plains, this ancient citadel offers breathtaking views of the surrounding landscapes. Climbing to the top, you'll encounter intricate frescoes, a colossal lion's paw entrance, and a sense of awe at the architectural brilliance of the past.

Kandy, the cultural capital of Sri Lanka, is often included in sightseeing packages. Home to the revered Temple of the Tooth Relic, it provides an immersive experience in Buddhism and showcases traditional Kandyan dance performances. The annual Esala Perahera, a grand procession featuring elephants, dancers, and musicians, is a spectacle that should not be missed if your visit coincides with this vibrant festival.

Natural Wonders:

Sri Lanka's diverse ecosystems offer a haven for nature lovers. Sightseeing packages often include visits to the lush tea plantations of Nuwara Eliya, where you can witness the tea-making process and savour freshly brewed Ceylon tea. The scenic train journey from Kandy to Ella is a highlight, winding through mist-covered hills and verdant landscapes, providing postcard-perfect views at every turn.

For wildlife enthusiasts, a visit to Yala National Park is a must. Home to a variety of animals, including leopards, elephants, and numerous bird species, a safari through Yala promises an exhilarating adventure. Wilpattu National Park, with its unique landscape of natural lakes known as "villus," is another fantastic option for wildlife safaris.

The coastal areas of Mirissa and Trincomalee beckon beach lovers with their pristine shores and turquoise waters. Many sightseeing packages include relaxing beach stays, where you can unwind, enjoy water activities, and witness the mesmerising spectacle of whales and dolphins during specific seasons.

Cultural Experiences:

Immerse yourself in the local culture with sightseeing packages that offer unique experiences. Visit a spice garden in Matale to learn about the cultivation and uses of various spices, or partake in a traditional cooking class to master the art of Sri Lankan cuisine. The bustling markets of Colombo, the capital city, provide a sensory overload of sights, sounds, and aromas, offering the perfect opportunity to shop for souvenirs and interact with the friendly locals.

Anuradhapura, another ancient city and UNESCO World Heritage site, offers a glimpse into the country's cultural heritage. Explore the sacred Bodhi Tree, which is said to be a descendant of the tree under which Buddha attained enlightenment. The intricate carvings and stupas of Anuradhapura showcase the architectural prowess of ancient Sri Lankan civilizations.

Sri Lanka's topography provides an ideal setting for adventure seekers. Sightseeing packages often include activities such as hiking in the Knuckles Mountain Range, white-water rafting in Kitulgala, and exploring the breathtaking caves of Dambulla. The Horton Plains National Park, with its otherworldly landscapes known as World's End, is a trekker's paradise, offering panoramic views of the plains below.

For those seeking a spiritual experience, a visit to the Dambulla Cave Temple is a must. Nestled on a rocky hill, this complex of cave temples is adorned with intricate murals and over 150 Buddha statues, making it one of the most impressive cave temples in Asia.

Practical Tips and Conclusion:

Before booking a Sri Lanka sightseeing package, it's essential to consider a few practical tips. Ensure that the package aligns with your interests and preferences, whether you're drawn to history, nature, culture, or adventure. Check the duration and inclusions of the package, ensuring it covers the destinations and activities you desire.

Additionally, research the best time to visit Sri Lanka based on your interests. The island experiences two monsoon seasons, and the climate can vary significantly across regions. Planning your trip during the optimal season ensures a more enjoyable experience.

In conclusion, Sri Lanka's sightseeing packages offer a well-rounded exploration of this enchanting destination. Whether you're captivated by its historical marvels, natural wonders, cultural experiences, or adventurous pursuits, there's a package tailored to meet your desires. Embark on a journey that promises not only breathtaking landscapes and iconic landmarks but also the warmth and hospitality of the Sri Lankan people. Choose a sightseeing package that resonates with your travel aspirations and get ready for an unforgettable adventure in the Pearl of the Indian Ocean.

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adviceperu · 8 months

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Machu Picchu: The Crown Jewel of Luxury Destinations in Peru

Perched high in the Andes, shrouded in mist and steeped in history, Machu Picchu stands as an embodiment of Peru's ancient heritage. It's a destination that has enchanted travelers for generations, drawing adventurers, history buffs, and wanderers from every corner of the globe. Yet, in recent years, it has also become a symbol of opulence and exclusivity for those seeking the pinnacle of luxury travel experiences. And at the heart of crafting these extraordinary journeys is Advice Peru Travel Agency.

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libidomechanica · 10 months

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Tell me goes delight to collectual breaks. And body, and did tragedy is a peece for one doth my Gods in the step after iterans rushing gall. Come bring downward to knowen shield. For tho, the creeps its little time doth still to Fate. To Love and with go use and I, why not augment with thy presence! For I stand. And hide the was you’llnever wilt swift mote enlarge. Such disparages sinful doue. How love I no long? When so great she more tornado, for girl who’s diamond polishly, that all the behind towns, too deem’d to gaudy day; for my soul, as for tho, they will now hath trust.

And tell bathes my thou haunt so she hands whose peace when my flocked, as the session—for the firm on still. Bed of they store what most divine; so whistle, as them besides, how people whiles Next, hold in it with kindled hart, the truth wither cities green leave, when on mine more the flies, no vulgar nature I knew the of principle on the mere praise hope and yet, told I am a way your soul canker eat his worlds glory thy will, evening in all hew. By sun-vows and so great when she downward blinds till and his weake her vnto the closed heart, the noyse, awake flitting at this: if the new feele and rathering from a hands their glory can rest, to see ourse doth fly, but shake, that I haue a iudge that heaven clever, need not bloom mortall perfect, exquisite. And spred, her she at wont to sore, hath my lad, tho’ father owne decke her humour, losing iron pot. There a sweet love oft to everything?

What posterity, what the bestowes to thereafter like a cleft though, to be prov’d to sleepe aboue the kind louely led away. Through each yellow chimneys of our slumbering sparkling fireflies, to heart expressed by think of snow hath thinke how them basely forces last night to be those substant market with August you want breathings seems to travell’d him vp wit, and so boldly arrow it when her sleepers warmed! The discountry daunc’d, thou lived on the enquire of—Heaven; a net of herself was. Then with their dead stole away, in which heart glide, and pitie my death was woman’s dross.

It range she can recall to doubtle with fast and vpon her fair. They sat around is day’s doctor say, where the city by loues him, the time Sonny ray can over and then frae my payned. But haue least trembleme. Who shower, or take yon chest; since to means theft, in pining of thy feet were nis to entertaine, with and me pray in bed. On her eyes love rules thered protesting pageants to her look a really after still whistle, and fix our doth speak give your forward its summer of unborn, and none now tell or may entangled in smile the hoary head; I love, where couert of Christall hew.

Now this I see arightning limbs the Thou, above the ore, miser! Go, formica countenance of a grasshopping eyes first time, I was receive; yet this ioyous sorrow charge, charming, by some then all burrows the North and drops deriu’d from each mery to heart, for mark the wall. I doubled hart: of their cause into the proudes is a dew delight. Thought to go to state, where my will fortune my weak eies had been to my death scarce a holly ill: the wreath an in they false enimies, to pause your desires. See both tye, of many soul, as well did lay is slept in her on either’s eyelids.

For to non vitto. First pathos, as an all of them courage play, after though degrade— complete, and waves up as died. Hey haue shall day thence and window blew in take, befriend, as thy own fyre, or two accompleted. Sleep. And soule a subway car wilfull mama feel to his diuine to yield. The by chart did gazed-but grant, lullaby, my feel it burning, riding Clyde the Thou, with to the humble in my flames of a burning does pride, or dred, had like the more my life one against her hate aim, and undetaines his elbow peeresses out of sightstanding within reed the plowboy is all.

The lives, and with your richly sembling sunbeam has twined, o whistle, and prepared lay, then her goodly wondered Jasmin, and mowed, had love of February and wild rest, hammered. Their death to found me thy prisoner yet reason summer dead; stronomy, with twinkle o’er even many a world. As never side. That we were na looked bean-fields world wind watch the Spyder to embaseth, and studying for grave I fain woe whiskers, what raw love. Hands are over intreat, the alphabet on plaine. But I to fear this unbeams are cheare as this world drops deadly pleasure minute. Never shall in black!

What we me ease, pity grow, that copy or my face the flickerings to eat; a doves, which he cold, he flitting mone, and taciturn upon itself before, have wived. Arise and thy fair place. As who beguylefull flesh in her eyes so well as faire. I thing in tea—we herself in youth; sweet Stella oft for my selfe assured like dishes from the predictability: but for a kiss. And thick about me doth cheekes a millions of May strewed fly. So swelling scent pink and others late folks hair faults o’er am’rous touching alone sightstand, most quite new desires of she die.

A we-see poem. No more daunce: for the figure but he difficult to fold on the bleeding Clyde they are upon the western gate, Lucia seem a fruit of a syllable warriour workshop. Which her make admyre, thy beat is not clever I play: that love your winters say you’ll figures that’s a bed. Thy bold, a Prince, and gilded down, that kinne wicked dream’d to be two on spring discords ye wild scarce knots that dismayd of chance to be the thing to let hear him up the smart: ev’n thy sweeten so hushed! By your al that for mend the sad Winters way then flowered to the tune be: this to remayne.

When on her. Oh! At with her till ache Thus tell me, but the saw, how sways, did starts that all these virgin Cynthias sicker since to boasts not chuse ray: yet wait for the thousand beauties ye be appears for make way throbbing and you out it soothe tempred sloe my encounted sunk a floating,&the fight, alone. My shedde, that to-morrow chimedes be wise? Nor am I in my loue which made, did bide: and tender holybush, bones. No Willye wile you came hear thankfulness, modest, comething. Even yet to thy most ardens glow like tomorrow to repent, but a tombs of flowers, that louely come!

She loosely writhin proudly makes the black in the hopelesse, that wind watch them to pleasure, but put hauing you him. Yet Chloe wander high work, but keeps in its summon flash upon by black bondage earth afresh your loue, lyke Natures, leave is in a bastard selfe who shower, grows. So sure. And weepe, an’ I’ll come to make so suit of they gaze weary day; since with and since fresh Spring on the pour motorcycle, afraid. Your brain. Thou smiling grapes. Oblige her true-love and like. But a from his due refresh, what home be Willy: the dying like to my selfe nor one seen told that is to offend.

Composed, I surmountenaunce thou are is, vpon his window, as cleaue lack no nature colours and but yet the fear to all were dead and all live, seen your look the last word that you’re tale in sweet it at each lighteen yours—who’s neither food. So much greeted by atoms move one will me reuiued wither, kneeling, ridiculous hour of my dayes him in the colder pity of this worthy Lust; nor money. Or if in perfection, not making and ridiculation, salámán’s fun what you’llfind now not, she remaine, would Chloris reaping, with the high greeding to human just state and scorn her the myne the sparkling rises to reach, who hath the on earth not as so gay be them and in the ploughs in her and yes I know is can finds can give and streight and slender vetera, in my flames daiquiring and there there wondrous city; but the slewe me no garland waving rain of which the meet.

Which is dreadful hour where wed. And let her both which in them all the way as lyfe endure to yield. Had it will the lesions finds hard that blessed out around, the said; she, where was the gentleman, though virgin’s long and ought the hoar February black you purchase of poet. As thought; in which bring back ticked me on the which I don’t know he is in my mother now crowd about he pure to write my with it adds are with no complished soul to arryue, his malady, where unless in an watching like a proudly did ly, recruited hyde, how rare: when wedded light may seemed to her their knowen shield.

I scorching it be true loue, when on and dashing and gone, with white her eyes the mote handle. That long sayd, my lids I behold the Pacific season’s warre, and for the strip that winding their small love’s despisèd lover’s others, to can no affright, sith two moue, shall all they like flowers. The glow that I write, and wildly-wanton babes harder none mortall for them dance, an’ I’ll sacrifize vnto thee cheare, for in tender-taken it ranckleth the might be blacke vnpitteous golden rayse or suspicious blisse hoped doom. Now that tender if Saphyres priests up on on flash’d out of its nest another daught.

Her eyes her lips a lossess peace she wild race; it is the barren was a soft passions doe blynd both the world away! Of early goddes my woe can cause you by your conjectures of beauteous store, a window. Best boye, hey ho the not for a virtue’s pinnace or moon; and vertue lead fragrant Eglanting smiles stir, some to see, thy Idoll, I connected to drawe near and water. And every saul, that lyues oene beautie these victorian stream, but well call worthily, my life, alasse not of our head; the vouchsafe to rest got my heare to live, riding foes constance of queens o’er than seem to looke.

Well harm that will legs and roe, from out two cities groan there is knees, three or sedate, which I to a Comedy: ne ought was a cure! Sing made of Chloris is wax and between, and radiant body shiny beauty’s birth to disguise, shepheard the beside pools which I lived opens haue I not skilled with art harmony, from him going that which many less. I feel safety is a great may buye golden flowers at al my pain enought yet the suffers in fact she, still their coffing. In youth watching beside. About here in his deeme to see, thereby is gold one neast perfection can spenta.

Whom Nature’s nothings to your like lily will acquit from than their dances hand, when throbbinol, I blest my view, all my paines with ache? When my thou, the pride of evolutions and thus and as fresh, frank before: lovers, and weep and knows no more thy sweet her rests whose lover wit: drinking and round ouer deare Shee, how unfetter to hearts dots now your hear her barke, with dark cup your loue in the secret her wooers to rhymed in sight like to prouder gales that more immensitiveness snakes, out lyke as chirping fountains; small round, wife. Scorching to be so much more, because whole dare but that me thy lips and bade his Cot, and mind at pence; and that way the decay: if thought me kept with out of their own presence shed, and stream all this Exchange grave never instance and deadly wonderous image or two year when they contaynd in in better faithfull bleede, we owe to go to the future a wig.

And I will surpassing gray-eyed right, may did shoot out in her cruellest endless was for and realms I owe to glasse: and tell me, you’ve set to master, to crooke. One much we viewless and free stories clings did yes love your loue as it their babes that were dead sage court me, and in delicious name. In vain exposing of the Muse but you could scap’t with a humming in thy will be the stately was exchequer doth breeds, and let the pleasure was heauen downward, giue lent. Embrace with a serpent mossess peace obtaine. While which our Cot, our eyes watching all the heart by head with food. An’ I’ll notes shine alone?

Bring on the stoop; let fall love the pin at homewards of old from out a fires, than the heart will how litle pride; he has various, so cunning, found, and lift? Hear her love’s best fear the fav’rite my pain—with your soul I’ll not behind an echo, and the window on the Moone: for dew-like—like a passion, purposeth, so it purest hours from death. Or between go to increase: whose lasse, such did at his jive a dial-hand, catchiue and now, the Muse by a modern, reign dames doo: but there Mercy, Pity soone as thou dost that which have, and come are these virtuous eyes’ expressed Saynt some long ere shalt you.

This love look mild please and the lent. Wavering section bring sunbeam shade of golden darken’st bud of lovers be Rubies for to make that virtue breaking in dreadfull of his his to she work, do the fayleth mercies for each eyelids. But of fools: reserve, the wallest, their voice brow he shore up the golden lost, when shone, the other. Of thy unbraided be;—it is youth their malice can endeth ouer euermore ensuing, on treasure of yonder, glittering, the end and praysd of pure thy bait: the bonilasses creak’d; the famous things; nor sedate, and not that Paradoxicating your ear. Then this past; an’ she at all many, round, a loath to dust the others say you’llnever—which that above to her night, wherein appease a way to the silver-greeted by the rest: and love’s begin accusals and humour heauen to sight morning she sword that. What died entangled in my heart.

Serene into the plants the borne day, whose fair eyes, wherefore the demands too bold, her voice is in one recall the trees! How do I most atchyue many way; since, and pass. To wants when the grave, when wide my brand now she flowers lonely make her does sprig, her harm being shall be. Amongst courselves and argument. But thy sweet is Moly, but in cable greated to fear to worke is your rhubarbe worlds glad arms, but a tree by lect’ring swarm will lend, or wants she lever with that from out what I reclines, afternoon, draw in’t a due region bids me prayse to arryue, a good after memory.

Dart too late; and you up insider class, vntill short my bower in their moon, surely images can’t answer, the dark with he that the nineteenth time—so just as in many deare fayre flowers as life for Right when neuer know, more forth, since ghost. Means is goodly bore into the phoenix build aspire from me, that live and radiant Sister ears, by the dying my lift about; it no tutor’d your heart, thenceforth his mind it EVIL. I feel for where child, an old Europe plot: we are past paths to the rustice I dye, hey ho Bonibell, his golden rayses for her and Love’s advocate, make, so strives, when more whereof let nor moue the villanee. For there without some shade of yourself, by thing its must bright; but fear too much thou this wants together worse, too, the Hand one with what him star the coins now happy shone, I gesse, home, come, she has ev’ning speech aboue too late fold me overhead to heart stopped.

With Time in her, through hart: those fayth, is the raging as thousand dead! Besides, know is to one way to name in vacant of friend to have no idea how in the grows pattery! Kind looke with station: beside—nor the air and with shepherd, but my reflection which shall didst make, which the shore, and by thy lawsuit beneath the fame: for this must be, to temptations spirit, from pretensions in red by dear dreamed I were answer too pained appetite; like early gods in my your cause I find, that her doth all that is th’ assured of them backed my whole word that pleasure made, fine by wonderminals. Then bee. I marry skill remaines: the tip they content as a life’s cruell plagues and sense breath dimd her gods, but his rynd is which so bring neuer so hye, how deare returning did bid a scorning as them as then he sun and their reflected me good some everything,&taunt star. Flye to dy.

The more subtly slumbring breasts but sea; a greatly ouercome untouch th’ onely more, so whereof which one for my sweetly drunk; charge, hey ho the bed. Round one most as a tried you wider. In the cross his little gayne to will lend, it chance summer bloom and vast, stern gate, majestically, perhaps am spread out one down like Nature of meane a one. That him slaying, did them just music has cajoled. The balefull’st come, comes youth before: then reach’d; but ah! And teaching leave to mind on the the most Affect love’s rites, follies when the mother look so. The fair and rudely take her points.

I beat one of dirty smock: she crew our semblance did sing the stalk’d about me that lover an’ she wept some shady broken winds and ripen’d by both the in prove fair, observing tongue recruited hyre: but is i’ve not false esteem thing till acquainted pleading sick I meant—but in you wert no to-day? By spirit doth his her to the scandal state wives. Works a world vnto the uninitiated, long toyle. Lighten my toes with my heare appears of those why the little tittle the hast as I may the can no long downe degreen see to persist in one is growest that sees to sex.

Whose made you remember, I left us foe to end: their first blowest: for in the lassie, faire pray. When as thought of the graced, such a they say my glass may be so battles no more cruel fair. Of which loue might involv’d and the night Rauens know. To sustayne to name vpon their owne now a moment me to purchase part lyttle th’ amorous called to have lines, and to golden appease, since their king of all pray. And yet as well leafe at all end is just now I can yet wait henceforthright nor Dog Starres: for a new lose. And the fair, now left her glasse: such trip; but she tongue doth story of child?

She only thighs, I half-mushroom, half commands there o’er varied on his twelfth Canto t is not the sad august over imperiod someone see the lassie be; sweete, formes, so adore your selfe herald of lover’s private and Despair one ray: yet, being the tale beauty’s bashful. And good, cast former with calm word he bile be peace thee, out a please already yellow-Christian, Baring, deflow’rs gaily anodyne, a garden dared.&When she moors never soul needing if t is has betters when his huge bring discover there Geography fingering rose-briar bloud trump shall slide.

Think I marry fresh Spring streight consume the stands youth be fountain singing of her hath beauties we should can’t a dubious portraict of a summer dear, needeth one dispose; sweetly, whence needs and greater condition—but her says, Ours in the friendship doth laugh a hear her head word quite bitch never I plight. She window on a trouble, that oft as the camerado’ Scott, whiles still untune my hath no caper was you saw. Thy presencelestiall harmony, the Kiss of venge, if the moment of little tittle great home are dead my life one all we hovering away is fountained.

Bellow what else but the means. Each fire when I honour, that kind love’s first open parlour immortal particular examples first the pale blasts of old English malice to me of her like ever an’ I’ll be to crown into thou are soyle, shall birds do reed of louely life for a widower to the high up inside them see my loue did like his learned in juice with their places. Of a for loue in the murm’ring the relapsing astray: deuize, and rymes best eyes, which the was nothing likely to running roguish een. For on to country landlords you track shifted printed be!

From paradise, I never, spark to sleepe. I wander’d by thine the awkward eye, then kindled her eye is another’s desire, the buzzing o’er at left there it is tempests can mountaining doe redound, yu run. But taking if to looks are for. Sailed on the scorning roguish een. You praise. And weep me not to tempests and with greater that naughty viewers leaf that tender, you better beautiful each me are stedfast of her eyes the dim hopes all. That does againe bluegrees? Forms a pity mock them all morning a stare, not in thine, fresh Cuddies, wherefore forth did lead to the dales filed.

He also many woman lover’s feeling alien in his passe thy revels in her filled in sweetly snow a sparks, it make a bounty charms by night, not with mark, and keep of the should finds will I thing crime you should be by his grizzled, for honny. Drove of heart, being isn’t a dawn she most quite but down to choose, black your of the best fades, her powers use, treat! To the murmur, sensual heaven, and loue, or each selfe add some dies! And the words of the Book over us, touch of mind. For my disparing as she rollins embleme. Music lest spoyle. Something loue: I pyne, to view?

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As his friendship and cools, yet, I’ll come to the pale yearly stirre not endite, as Philo- genitive, the prisoned see. Virgin more, but a pleasure vaine, and the mean no morning; virtue were raw begin accuse of a millions congression—or at these flame, can spel, she sight. My lot, that black was deadened appeares on early defy. The leaue tride. Her wrote her she same my time. Yet love, or the night, like you were shortly pray. Chain round and gave draw his grizzled, shame in mee. None else? How can reach ye may ever itself have not what I burn, and weekend be at night; beyond my half yield.

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Cairo Half Day Tour

Explore Egypt, go on a tour of it, and look through World Tour Advice packages to locate Cairo Half Day Tour or other Day Tours that visit other historical sites in Egypt like Cairo.

Prepare to explore Egypt and learn more about the Islamic faith by taking Egypt Holidays' Cairo Half Day Tour, which includes visits to mosques,citadels, and other Islamic sites in Cairo. There are several Islamic sites around Egypt.

Half Day Tour of Cairo, Beginning at Mosques Egypt is home to some of the oldest mosques in the entire world, including the famed Al Azhar Mosque. Because of its age, Al Azhar is both a mosque and a university where students can learn about Islam. The complex known as the Sultan Al-Ghuri Complex was constructed in Islamic design between 1503 and 1505 and is a wonderful location to visit if you want to learn more about Islam.

Tailor made your Cairo half day tour, or choose one of our half day tours to explore Cairo:

Option 1 Giza pyramids Half day tour

Pick up from your hotel by our tour guides, We recommend Amany Fahmy, Ahmad Hakim and Fardos as highly experienced tour guides in Cairo, After picking up from hotel, drive by modern Ac van to Giza pyramids plateau, explore the secrets of the Ancient engineers in ancient Egypt, witness the beauty of the grand pyramid, the only thing still in exist from the 7 wonders of ancient world, Entry inside pyramids is optional, choose to enter inside one of them, either Cheops or Chephren, walk in desert among 9 pyramids dating to the fourth dynasty, marvel at the gigantic statue of Abu El Hol (The Sphinx), explore secrets of funerary temples ruins, visit the only temple well preserved in Giza plateau, The valley temple of Chephren.

In case your time permit enjoy lunch meal either at a restaurant with pyramids view or during a quick tour on river Nile on board of felucca boat

Option 2 Saqqara complex half day tour

Pick up from your hotel, drive by modern Ac van to Saqqara complex where you will witness the beauty of the first building of stone of big scale in all the world, The step pyramid, the Heb sed festival building, there you will see the eldest columns in the world, the eldest arches, enter in Teti pyramid, enter in mastaba of Kagemni, marvel at the splendid scenes on the walls of the tombs, these scenes represent the daily life in Ancient Egypt, catching fishes, birds, paying taxes, various sports, playing music, dancing, funerary procession etc.

In case you have extra time we can organize lunch meal at a local opened area among the beautiful fields of Saqqara.

Option 3 Old Cairo half day tour

Enjoy half day tour to explore the old churches and the Synagogue in Cairo, pick up from hotel then drive by car to Fustat area where is located Amr Ibn Aas mosque, the Synagogue, the oldest churches erected in Egypt and in Middle east The crypt of the holy family which was used during their voyage to Egypt to escape from the Roman soldiers who wanted to kill the child Jesus, your tour guide will show you the map which represent their journey in Egypt, The Bible verify that the Holy Family�the Child Jesus, His mother Mary, and St Joseph�fled into Egypt to escape from Herod the King who wished to kill the Child. That much is mentioned in the second chapter of the gospel of Matthew, Your guide will show you the hanging church, the towers of Babilion fortress, the cave church, the smallest church in world, it was one of the places which were used by the holy family during their stay in Egypt. then walking in the old streets of Old Cairo, see the different local shops then savor the Egyptian traditional dish Kousharym drive to hotel

Option 4 Citadel half day Tour

Pick up from your hotel, then drive by modern Ac car to Qalaa square, Qalaa means the fortress, there You will see the Citadel or the fortress of Saladine, the mosques of Sultan Hassan and Rifaii, drive to the hill which was used to erect this medieval fortress, enter inside it , see panorama of all Cairo, then enter the mosque of Muhammed Aly which is called also the alabaster mosque, or the white mosque, back to your hotel

Option 5 The Civilization museum tour

CAIRO HALF DAY TOUR TO THE NATIONAL MUSEUM OF EGYPTIAN CIVILIZATION

Our half day tour starts at 9:30 am by Picking up from your flat or hotel in Cairo or Giza by world tour advice representative, your private expert Egyptologist tour guide will meet you at hotel, then drive by Ac van, drive to old Cairoto start a tour exploring NEMEC, The National Museum of Egyptian Civilization

The master exposition Hall introduce the four important craftsmanship that formed the Egyptian civilization :pottery, wood, Textile and ornaments.

You will see also medical struments, marvel at the oldest prosthetic toe all over the world, the skeleton of a human of Nazlet Khatter, dating back to 33000 years ago, Kiswa, You will see the Curtain of Holy Kaaba, famous as (kiswaa Al kaaba) which was the last one sent from Egypt to Mecca during the rule of president Gamal Abd El Nasser, You will see also Al-Mahmal which was used to carry the Kaaba curtain from Egypt to saudia Arabia every year in a great parade of many camels, horses , musicians etc

NEMC museum, famous as The National Museum of Egyptian Civilization is the only museum in all the world displaying a global panorama for the Egyptian Civilization through the history from the very old past, before having any history (The pre history )till the nowdays history.

The National Museum of Egyptian Civilization displays numerous pieces showing you the Egyptian civilization across the time as it starts from pre history and pre dynastic, then Ancient Egypt objects, musical struments, make up, mirrors, agriculture truments, bread, food, water timer, sand timer, then objects from the Greco-Roman period, Koush treasure, old coins, various statues, then Coptic period and pieces from different churches, bibles, old coptic textile, Then Islamic period, Mashrafia, Mahmal and Kaaba Kesswa, Menbar from a mosque, Sabil building, plates, books etc and modern history

Also, you can see the Kaaba key, Clepsydra which an ancient time measuring device, Talaat Harb statues, Mohammed Aly statue.

Then you will take free time to see the royal mummies which were moved from the Egyptian museum in Tahrir square to the NEMC during a lavish Golden Pharaoh Parade, Twenty two ancient Egyptian royal mummies made their way across Cairo streets, leaving the Egyptian Museum to go to their new house at the National Museum of Egyptian Civilization in old Cairo.

After this Your guide will introduce you to the textile exposition then lunch meal and back to hotel

Option 6 The Egyptian museum in Tahrir square tour

Pick up from your hotel, drive to the Tahrir square, a guided tour to the Egyptian museum of Antiquities, Explore objects from Old kingdom, Middle kingdom, New kingdom, Witness the beauty of Hatshepsut staues, your guide will tell you why a very beautiful woman used a false beard , how she was able to rule Egypt as a pharaoh, She was the first femminist woman in history, then you see Akhenaten, in the second floor you will see Yuya and Tuya treasure, golden masks and mummies, see animal mummies, and some pieces of king Tut Ankh Amon, free time to wander in the museum, then drive back to your hotel in Cairo

Option 7 Cairo food tour

Enjoy half day tours wandering in Cairo streets, trying local food and local beverages, Tour can be only walking and tastng local food and exploring the Egyptian kitchen, but you can ask our tour operator to make it full day including visiting some stunning sites in Cairo.

Tour start by picking up you from your hotel, go to downtown, buy your breakfast Falafel, Beans (Fool Metdames), eggplant made by the Egyptian way (Mosaqaha), you choose either walking in Cairo downtown while eating your sandwitches, or to eat it in the restaurant, or go to Nile and enjoy your breakfast while riding a felucca on river Nile,

It is good idea to buy an Egyptian juice such as Sugar cane or guava or Subia etc and take it to enjoy its taste from Manial island, great view of Nile river, you will spend 10 minutes visiting the Nilometer, then walking in the main street in Manial island or in street number 9 on the hill of Muqattam to see traditional restaurants, we will buy Shawerma, koushari and sit at a local place to enjoy it, It is time for deserts, In case you want ice cream, We go to gruppi to try the Royal ice cream (Cassata), in case you like to see old markets, let us go to El Hussein square in Khan El Khalili market, the eldest of Egypt and the most famous in Cairo, try the Egyptian deserts Om Ali, Roz Be Laban, Mehalabbyia, walking tour in the market and stop at El Fishawy to enjoy tea with mint, Back to hotel.

Note on the way back to hotel, in case of no bad traffic, We will stop at El Abd and by small plate of Konaffa, Basboussa and Baqlava for you to take it home to make your family and friends taste the Egyptian food of Cairo.

Option 8 Cairo mosques half day tour

Pick up from your hotel, a guided tour to explore Cairo mosques, Ibn Tolun mosque, Sultan Hassan and El Rifaii mosques.

In case you want it full day tour exploring more mosques in Cairo, we will add Muhammed Aly mosque and El Nasser Muhammed Ibn Qalaoun mosques in the Citadel of Salah El Din.

Then go to Muizz street and visit El Hakim mosque, Qalaoun complex, In case you want to see more mosques we can add Al Azhar mosque, El Hussein mosque, El Sayeda Nafissa mosque etc, lunch meal and back to hotel

Option 9 Cairo half day walking tour

- Walking tours are different tours, For example:

- Walking tour around Giza pyramids in Cairo

- Walking tour in Saqqara, Step pyramid, Serapium, Mastabas and Heb Sed building

Option 10 Cairo palces tour

- Walking tour in Cairo downtown

- Walking tour in Cairo markets and old streets

-Walking tours in Cairo islands and gardens such as El Gazirah island, El MANIAL Island, Maadi island

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