#in the moonlight upon a summers eve
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Summary: One summer night in the kingdom, a wounded criminal donned in black seeks out a safe place to rest before returning home to his life as a young lord.
Pairing: Marichat | Adrinette
Rating: T
Tags: Renaissance Era, Vigilante Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Blood and Injury, only a little though, Marichat | Adrien Agreste as Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Adrinette | Adrien Agreste/Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Chat Noir is called Le Bandit Noir, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug Knows Adrien Agreste Is Chat Noir, Class Differences, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Maid Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug
Words: 2.3k
#miraculous ladybug#miraculous fanfic#marichat#adrinette#ml au#in the moonlight upon a summers eve#my writing
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your teeth upon mine
mind beneath the twilight
the grip of a light tight
to be yours from moonlight till sunrise
your arms, the warm
it'll always be
my heart, your door
the stairs to yours
i can still feel echoes
bright lights of twilight
idealistic fixations
a broken homicide of his mind
we range to decipher
romance between despair and desire
it was always your name
the scent in the eve
memories of spinning
moments turned broken
dishes in the sink
tuesday morning was the brink
two devils and a street
hope is always a beautiful thing
thoughts from a tiny couch
in longing memory
i always found you there
down by the street
where i met you in the summer of the snake
on a street called venice way
the light was too dull
words by dominic riccitello
#poetry#poem#writing#words#poets on tumblr#love#literacy#alt lit#literature#life#b#truth#thoughts#past#old
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The Cult of Chaos P4
Media The Maze Runner X Fantasy world
Character Newt
Couple Newt X Reader
Rating Sweet AF
I sat pondering for what felt like a week, honestly, it had been a day if that. I poured over the books of gods and goddesses, I did everything I could to try and figure out this riddle...
many times I had thought of giving up, but I knew I had to do this, and I wanted to see what my next reward would be, often I kissed my hand where she did as for a moment my lips could touch where her's had.
The riddle ran through my mind more than anything else
"To swear to me you must visit three times. Each time swear you'd allegiance to me. And each time you sacrifice something of yours, The first is blue, the second is red and the third a white. Once all our collected you will join us here on a summer eve and walk willingly into the flames of chaos. Then and only when you will be mine." I muttered, "But... The first is blue of high and low, of energy and flow, of chaos born from dust. The second is red which beats and breaks a part of you to swear your place, of chaos born from a human fate. The third is white of sow and seed, of chaos born from potential of thee."
The blue was the flowers... but what's the red?
something red... that beats and breaks... a part of me...
Wait!
I sat up and it all clicked in my mind,
Red. That beats and breaks. A part of me to swear my place.
Red. Blood red.
Beats and breaks. Heartbeats and Heartbreaks.
A part of me. My own blood!
I grabbed my cloak and bag quickly and bolted through the village and out to the waterfall, I excitedly moved to my knees and began my prayers, my praises, my worship, as usual, all of it bringing me a sweet peace and calm as it always does, As I did light filled the chamber as moonlight lit the space through the waterfall and I prayed as hard as I could begging and pleading and I saw a shadow block the light in the silhouette of a tall black cat casting darkness across the stone idol and I bit my lip with ecstatic delight as her voice spoke to me,
"Back so soon sweetheart?"
I almost jumped with excitement to hear her voice again, as I felt her hand take my own, I opened my eyes and looked up at her as she stood leaning on the statute in her beautiful black dress, my jaw dropped she looked so perfect, I had to shake my head out of a fantasy upon seeing her,
"I am a servant of your chaos mistress. An echo of your voice mistress. A taker of your word mistress." I smiled at her, "I have come to praise you. To worship you. To swear my utter devotion. My unconditional subordination. My complete obedience. To you and all that you are, my mistress. My goddess. I am here to swear before you, my second trial my adoring mistress."
"Ohh? Go on then sweet boy,"
"Red, which beats and breaks a part of me to swear my place, of chaos born from a human fate" I nodded and I pulled a blade from my bag, "I will swear to you, my mistress,"
"Are you sure this is what you want?"
"I'm sure," I nodded,
I did my best to keep my breath and hold the blade steady, she watched me as I slowly took the blade to my hand. I let out a breath and moved the blade quickly across my skin causing the blood to ooze from the wound, I felt weak at the mere sight of the blood and I dropped the blade from the pain, I grabbed my wrist trying to not scream out forcing back tears.
"For you My Mistress," I told her,
"you are such a sweet little thing," she cooed as she wiped a tear from my cheek and took my blood into her hand it boiled and ignited in her hand until nothing remained, "Well done the second trial is done,"
"It is!"
"It is," she smiled, "Aww come here my sweet newtie," she cooed kneeling in front of me and kissing my palm a few times which healed my hand leaving only a long scar,
"Thank you, Mistress,"
"You're welcome," she cooed,
"So... I only have one more?"
"Only one,"
"Could uhh you remind me of it?"
"Of course," she nodded, "The third is white of sow and seed, of chaos born from potential of thee. alright sweet boy?"
"Okay," I nodded, "I uhh I will make sure not to be long my sweet mistress,"
"I'm sure it won't," she smiled, "And before I forget you need your reward,"
"Ohh uhh yes of course!" I smiled excitedly
she took my hand and my heart skipped a beat, she smiled and took my cheek in her other hand I gasped my eyes wide. I blushed and began to begin my own mind,
ohhh god.... please please please please kiss me, my mistress, kiss me and you can have all of me
She moved forward and pressed her lips against my own, my eyes went wide and my breath failed me, I moaned slightly in shock it coming out as more of a squeek, but immediately I melted as my heart raced in my chest, I kissed her softly back and my mind flooded with sweet thoughts
Oh my mistress, my sweet sweet mistress, my goddess above all others, I would swear my heart, my soul, my body to you in this very moment, I would lay down on my back and die for you my mistress if you were only to ask it of me,
she pulled back and stroked my cheek, "Humm such a sweetling you are," she cooed,
"ughhhh..." was all that came to my lips, "I uhh is that the reward all your cult get at this level?"
"No," she smiled, "Just you newt,"
"Ju- just me?"
"Mhm," she nodded, "Now I'm sure I will see you soon my sweet boy," she cooed giving my cheek before she stroked my jaw and disappeared into the night.
I gasped and groaned a moment before I jumped and screamed with excitement!
#tbs smut#tbs imagine#tbs imagines#thomas sangster imagine#thomasbrodiesangster#thomas brodie sangster imagine#thomas brodie sangster#tbs#thomas sangster#thomas brodie sangster smut#newt#newt imagine#newt imagines#tmr newt smut#tmr newt imagine#newt maze runner#newt tmr#tmr newt fanfic#tmr newt
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"So This Is Love": After a long day at the mines your husband surprises you with a blissful moment of downtime.
Dance of the Moonlight Jellies: On the final nights of the summer season, Harvey and your family enjoy a cool night on the docks with the town for the "Dance of the Moonlight Jellies" Festival.
Once Upon a Time: Your youngest is struggling to fall asleep...
Among the Stars in our Hearts: Its your first wedding anniversary and you wanted to make it a night to never forget.
Cookie Jar: You and Harvey come back from a friends wedding to get caught red handed in the cookie jar.
Pottery Date: On a regulatory date night, things dont turn out so regular after all...
A Child?: A bit of miscommunication turns out to be a memorable moment between Harvey and the Reader during the early stages of their relationship.
Potions and Early Meetings: Harvey finds the reader while out for an afternoon walk in the woods, one event leads to another- the future uncertain.
Pumpkin Patch Pickings & Nights In: The family decides its time to carve pumpkins and make memories.
A little bit scared: Its the Spirits Eve festival and Harvey is a bit anxious.
"Happy Birthday, Darling": It's your birthday and Harvey has a heartwarming surprise for you.
A Day in the Park: You and Harvey take the children of Stardew out to he park for an afternoon.
Candles & Pranks: You decide to prank Harvey by eating a candle, whatever will the doctor do?
Radio Signals: Harvey shows the reader how to operate his aircraft radio to end up having a heart to heart moment with one another.
Dates with Harvey Headcanons: Date locations and activities you would do together throughout the year.
Harvey's Proposal: The details, location, and everything else to do with the lead up to and actual proposal of Harvey to the Reader.
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When you think about an Irish wedding, you think of the handfasting. Ribbons tied around the hands of two lovers, a physical symbol of the union a wedding is creating between two people. But do you know where the handfasting originated? Would you believe it was the druids?
Not just any Druids, mind you. The handfasting was a tradition upheld by the Bond Weavers. A physical representation of the bonding of two souls in a true Soul Tie.
A Soul Healer can create a one sided bond that allows them to do their jobs without having to be in contact with a person and can even enhance that bond to a point. But a Bond Weaver can tie two souls together, allowing them to sense and aid one another from a distance and share emotion in a way that the healer's bond of a Soul Healer isn't able to allow.
Soul Ties are precious and the skill is used rarely, saved for those who are absolutely certain they want their souls forever bound to one another. This is why the handfasting is commonly attributed to weddings and even legally considered marriage in some parts of modern Ireland and Scotland.
Now, back in Old Ireland, the handfasting was a part of the soul tying ceremony performed by a Bond Weaver. It was used as a physical representation of the bond being woven, but it could be changed a bit if the situation warranted it.
A traditional handfasting in which the bond weaver ties the cord around the hands of two people would simply be a soul tie between those two people. One in which the family of the two people in question take turns tying separate cords around the hands of two members from their respective families would be a binding of families together, two lines becoming one.
For Princess Sorcha, in a time when the ceremony was not yet associated with marriage and merely symbolistic of the soul bond, the handfasting was a way she could show her devotion to Aìne.
It would bind them in a way only their fellow druids would know and only if the nature of their gifts allowed them to know.
So one summer eve, when Rìona had come to visit from the village where she lived, Sorcha stood with Aìne in the moonlight, their hands joined between them.
As Rìona wrapped the braided cord they had agreed upon around their hands and tied it, she would ask if both women were certain about the bond she would be weaving for them, awaiting their replies before she continued the ritual.
With her hands resting upon their joined ones, Rìona reached into her very soul, touching her gift and drawing it out, the physical connection to Sorcha and Aìne helping her to weave the threads of their two souls together.
After Rìona had woven the soul tie between Sorcha and Aìne, they would never be apart even if the physical distance between them was great.
Sorcha would keep the handfasting cord they had made together, carefully tucked into the satchel she carried for traveling, away from the prying eyes of those who had no need to know, and Aìne wore a single emerald in her headpiece, a gift from her Princess to symbolize that same bond.
To the outside world, they still appeared as simply Princess and Handmaiden. To Rìona and the trusted few others who knew, they were tied at the soul, forever bound together.
#american girl dolls#american girl#ag dolls#18 inch dolls#dolls#my dolls#fantasy story#short story#druid legends
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Star of the Mountain: Chapter 5
Warnings: fluff, angst, canon-level violence, spoilers for the Hobbit films
Pairing: OC x Thorin Oakenshield
Beta'd By: @mistys-blerbz
Author's Note: please do not steal my work! I do not own the Hobbit or the characters, but I do own my OCs and the parts of the plot that are not part of the movies. I have worked very hard on this fic. Please be respectful and do not steal.
Please comment, reblog, and like!
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“Our business is no concern of elves,” Thorin said.
“For goodness sake, Thorin,” Gandalf huffed, “show him the map.”
“It is the legacy of my people. It is mine to protect, as are its secrets.”
“Save me from the stubbornness of Dwarves. Your pride will be your downfall. You stand in the presence of one of the few in Middle-Earth who can read that map. Show it to Lord Elrond.”
Thorin stared down Lord Elrond but the elven lord, however, did not seem phased, only slightly intrigued. Thorin once again knew Gandalf’s words to be true. The map was so old that not even Balin could read it.
Thorin reached into his coat and pulled out the map.
“Thorin, no!” Balin tried to sway him, but Thorin brushed his arm away. He knew he did not have many other options.
He handed the map to Lord Elrond. The elf unfolded the paper and looked it over with interest.
“Erebor,” he said, looking at Thorin. “What is your interest in this map?”
Thorin was about to tell him it was none of his concern when Gandalf spoke up first.
“It’s mainly academic,” the wizard said. “As you know, this sort of artifact sometimes contains hidden text.” He exchanged looks with Thorin, who kept silent. “You still read Ancient Dwarvish, do you not?”
Elrond turned away from them, further looking over the paper. He held it up to the night light.
“Cirth ithil.”
“Moon runes,” Gandalf breathed. “Of course. An easy thing to miss.”
“Well in this case, that is true. Moon runes can only be read by the light of a moon of the same shape and season as the day on which they were written.”
“Can you read them?” Thorin asked.
Elrond nodded and motioned for the small group to follow him. Most of the company had gone back to their chambers, but Balin and Bilbo had stayed. The elf led them to an open cliff side, surrounded by waterfalls with a crystalline table in the center of the landing.
“These runes were written on a Midsummer’s Eve by the light of a crescent moon nearly two hundred years ago,” Elrond said. “It would seem you were meant to come to Rivendell. Fate is with you, Thorin Oakenshield. The same moon shines upon us tonight.”
He lay the map on the table, allowing the newly revealed moonlight to shine on it. Thorin stared as silver runes began to appear. Elrond ran his finger across the page, translating the words.
“‘Stand by the gray stone when the thrush knocks, and the setting sun with the last light of Durin’s Day will shine upon the keyhole.’”
“Durin’s Day?” Bilbo asked.
“It is the start of the dwarves’ new year, when the last moon of autumn and the first sun of winter appear in the sky together,” Gandalf explained.
“This is ill news,” Thorin said, turning to them. “Summer is passing. Durin’s Day will soon be upon us.”
“We still have time,” Balin reassured him.
“Time? For what?” Bilbo asked.
“To find the entrance. We have to be standing at exactly the right spot at exactly the right time. Then, and only then, can the door be opened.”
“So this is your purpose,” Elrond said, causing everyone to look at him. “To enter the Mountain.”
“What of it?” Thorin said lowly.
“There are some who would not deem it wise.”
Thorin narrowed his eyes at the lord and took back the map. He motioned for Balin to follow him out as the lord turned to speak briefly with Gandalf.. The dwarves left the cliffside, leaving the halfling standing awkwardly with the wizard and elf. Thorin silently questioned why he had even been present at the gathering. Thorin did not slow down until he was far away from the elven lord or any of his servants. Thorin didn’t even recognize his fast pace until he noticed that Balin had fallen slightly behind. He slowed down so the older dwarf could catch up.
“My apologies, my friend,” he said. “I am lost in thought.”
“It’s all right, laddie.” The two came to a stop. Balin looked up at his king. “So what is the plan?”
“We leave in the morning. At first light. We can’t have the elves trying to stop us.”
“And why would the elves be trying to stop you from leaving?” The dwarves turned around, surprised when they found Oreliell standing several feet away. Her head was tilted to the side, a curious look on her face though she also seemed amused. “What kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into now, Oakenshield?” she asked.
Balin glanced at Thorin, as if waiting to see what he would do. After a brief few moments, he patted Thorin’s shoulder.
“I’m going to turn in for the night,” he said. “I’ll let the others know of our plans.”
Thorin nodded. Balin bowed his head slightly toward Oreliell, who smiled at him. She stepped to the side to give him passage down the hall toward the company’s chambers. When he was out of sight, she looked back at Thorin.
“Is everything all right?” she asked.
“Lord Elrond has discovered the true nature of our journey,” the king said. “We are going to Erebor.”
Oreliell listened as Thorin told her everything. He told her how he met Gandalf after arriving in Bree and how the wizard encouraged him to take on the quest. He told her about the gathering in the Shire at the unsuspecting hobbit’s home. He showed her the map and key, revealing what Elrond had told them not long before that. Oreliell crossed her arms, nodding slowly when Thorin finally stopped.
“I see,” she said. “Thorin, you understand the dangers that are ahead of you, right?”
“Of course.”
“Even with the news that there is apparently someone out there trying to kill you and your company? Not to mention the later danger of a sleeping, gold-coveting dragon.”
“Yes. This is my homeland,” he said. “It was taken from us and now we have an opportunity to reclaim what is rightfully ours. I cannot sit idly by and let this chance pass.”
Oreliell placed her hand on Thorin’s shoulder.
“I understand, Thorin. Believe me. Losing your home is the worst thing that could have happened to you. You’ve done great things for your kin and I understand your desire to give them back everything that they lost. It’s a noble thing to do.”
Silence fell over them as neither felt the urge to continue their conversation. Thorin had explained his motives in taking the quest and Oreliell had shown her understanding and support in them. It was something Thorin found himself grateful for.
They left the balcony together, but chose to walk around Rivendell a bit longer. They took various halls and stairs with no real destination in mind.
“Of course I was going to tell you. I was waiting for this very chance. And really, I think you can trust that I know what I’m doing.”
“Do you?”
Oreliell’s brows furrowed suddenly and she looked off over the railing they were walking by.
“What is it?” Thorin asked.
“Gandalf,” she replied.
The two walked quietly down the nearest flight of stairs, noticing Bilbo had also come to a stop on the landing. Below, Gandalf was conversing with Lord Elrond.
“That dragon has slept for sixty years,” Lord Elrond said. “What will happen if your plan should fail? If you wake the beast?”
“What if we succeed?” Gandalf countered. “If the dwarves take back the mountain, our defenses in the East will be strengthened.”
“It is a dangerous move, Gandalf.”
“It is also dangerous to do nothing.” It was then that Bilbo turned, eyes widening when he saw Oreliell and Thorin standing behind him. He turned back around, obviously slightly uncomfortable being caught listening to the current conversation. “Oh, come, the throne of Erebor is Thorin’s birthright. What is it you fear?”
“Have you forgotten? A strain of madness runs deep in that family. His grandfather lost his mind, his father succumbed to the same sickness. Can you swear that Thorin Oakenshield will not also fall?”
Thorin turned away from the conversation, but their words still reached his ears.
“Gandalf, these decisions do not rest with us alone. It’s not up to you or me to redraw the map of Middle-Earth.”
The lord and wizard continued on their way, still talking about the quest.
Thorin thought back to his grandfather and how he had acted leading up to Smaug’s attack. He had become obsessed with Erebor’s treasure and with the Arkenstone. While it was the king’s jewel, it had nearly cost Thror his life. Thorin himself was the one to pull him from Erebor’s treasure hoard after Smaug took the mountain.
“Thorin?” The dwarf looked at Oreliell, briefly noting that Bilbo had slipped away. “Are you all right?”
He nodded roughly and cleared his throat.
“I shall retire for the night,” he said. He offered her a small smile. “I hope our paths cross again, Oreliell. I cannot thank you or your sister enough for what you’ve done for us these past days.”
Without waiting for her reply, Thorin turned and retreated back to the chambers where his kin were residing for the evening.
#the hobbit#tolkien#thorin oakenshield#thorin#king under the mountain#Thorin Oakenshield x oc#thorin x oc#Thorin Oakenshield x elf oc#thorin x elf oc#thorin x elf#elf oc#hobbit oc#fanfiction#rivendell#moon runes#star of the mountain
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top 5 agatha christies and top 10 quotes from books/tv shows/films/etc that live rent-free in your brain :)
hi Arwen!!
top 5 agatha christies (love this question btw!!):
And Then There Were None - i keep meaning to watch the tv series but haven't gotten around to it yet...
Murder on the Orient Express
The Seven Dials Mystery
They Do It With Mirrors
Appointment With Death
honorable mention to Why Didn't They Ask Evans? just because the tv show was brilliant!
top 10 quotes that live in my brain rent-free:
"Why you stuck-up, half-witted, scruffy-looking nerfherder!" - the one & only leia organa, the empire strikes back
"There is a giant wasp! I mean a wasp, that's GIANT! And when I say giant, I don't mean big, I mean FLIPPING ENORMOUS!!" - ALL HAIL OUR QUEEN DONNA NOBLE, literally every time I say this line to myself I do her head bobble too lol. absolutely iconic of miss tate
"900 years of time and space, and I've never met anybody who wasn't important" - eleventh doctor
"If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more" - Emma (this quote makes me absolutely INSANE)
"No matter how I go, I want it reported that I drowned in the moonlight, strangled by my own bra" - Carrie Fisher, The Princess Diarist
"I wish I were a girl again, half savage, and hardy, and free..." - Wuthering Heights
“Oh, you can't help that,” said the Cat: “we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.” - Alice in Wonderland
"And then her heart changed, at least as she understood it; and the winter passed, and the sun shone upon her." - The Return of the King, about Eowyn
"Daughter of Eve from the far land of Spare Oom where eternal summer reigns around the bright city of War Drobe, how would it be if you came and had tea with me?" - The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe
"You just want TO MATE? You're not mating with me, sunshine!" - once again, our queen Donna Noble
Ask me my “TOP 5/TOP 10” anything!
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How long has it been since he hatched? Teresa wasn't sure, everyday felt the best with his parent-sibling-other and so whenever he looked down upon his more spindly limbed partner he found himself wondering maybe they were different creatures. Nnoitra was strong for what he was though - Teresa knew that a lot - no matter how much they shared a meal, Teresa has witnessed his other-half fall ill to his toxic saliva but get back up again after the worst of it. The winter months that made even his joints ache and scales ripple in shivers, Nnoitra survived when his hands turned blue too!
Times of watching him hunt, swift and fast, learning from each other from young til now - the furs his Nnoitra wore were perfect, the way his hair was knotted yet still so pristine in condition, he smelt like nature too - made heads turn no doubt of beasts to stare in wonder. Because he didn't smell of threat completely, made it easier to strike at prey in Teresa's opinion.
And well, the favourite part of Teresa's like for his gangly family? The trust, the respectful fear, the touch to his jowls and fingers so very good at find those backwards scales to scritch and make him melt into a mess of a winged beastie. Sometimes even show his stomach with fluttering wings and kicking a leg like a 'dog' as often as Nnoitra used to the time. But also these times, when the sun was slow setting it's warmth sapping away the beauty to give away to its sister in the skies. The moonlight not as warm but all the more welcomed to his frame. Made his wings shimmer in reflective scales and translucent membrane. Mae his ivory scales dance and sing in it's shade - welcoming the cooler caress…
The fire was high, a good glow for the eve, it didn't smell of moisture so no rain was to fall as of yet. With a rumbled purr though, he turned his crown down to rest it over Nnoitra's thighs and snuggle in close to his stomach. Wing joint folding over fur covered frame and allowed his vision to lax. Resting but not fully sleeping just yet - he'll do that later when Nnoitra was alert himself. Some beings liked to thing they could get the upper hand upon them both out here, but -- very unlikely.
Summer was fading. The lush green losing its hold of the world, and decaying into oranges, gold, yellow - brown and Nnoitra knew ; eventually black. It meant it would soon be time for them to decide where they would spend the winter. A cave would be the ideal shelter, but they’d also need there to be good hunting grounds nearby. Not to mention fresh water. Now that they had spent a few winters living outdoors, they were ( literally ) seasoned. Nnoitra wasn’t dreading winter like he had been previous years. As long as they prepared themselves, they’d be alright. He wondered if Teresa thought ahead too, or if that was simply him. He didn’t think Teresa’s breed of dragon was supposed to live this far north. He imagined he’d be happier further south. Perhaps they could make the journey next year. At the same time - these lands were familiar. They were SAFE. Teresa was so large now that there was no way for him to hide. If they were discovered, then surely there would be hunters sent out. Dragon-slayers. What would Nnoitra do then? He’d rather not think about it.
Teresa’s big head was placed in his lap. The dragon nuzzled into him, as if he could tell Nnoitra’s thoughts were wandering in a dark direction. This brought a smile to Nnoitra’s thin lips, and he put both hands on Teresa’s head, stroking his large fins, and then his jaw. He loved feeling the power of that bite beneath his fingertips. There was something mighty about having a creature this dangerous be so devoted to him. Teresa’s head was heavy, and as he put more weight on Nnoitra’s lap, Nnoitra chuckled a small laugh.
❝ Yer really gettin’ big. Soon yer gonna be too big ‘fer my lap. ❞ He remembered when the dragon had been so small that he COULD fit in Nnoitra’s lap. Now... His head was all that could fit. Nnoitra leaned against the trunk of the tree that was supporting him, while Teresa cuddled into his torso, a mixture between a dog and a cat. ❝ Hey, hey, don’t worry, ya ain’t too big yet. ❞ As if to reassure him that he’d always be welcome in his lap.
Nnoitra had never viewed himself as a sentimental person. He hadn’t cared much for the people in the town he grew up, or for the smith that raised him. He hadn’t seen anyone as his family. Teresa was different. He WAS his family. The bond between them was strong. Nnoitra felt both protective and reliant on his dragon. HIS DRAGON. Feeling the scales beneath his fingertips, he thought to himself that he would never let anything happen to him.
#nvrcmplt#[ t - t aaaaaaaa themmmmmm ]#[ they're so precious <5 ]#[ we love dragon teresa <5 ]#[ thank you for sending this tala! ]#[ we gotta plot with them sometime 8))) so we can write some angst 8)))))) ]#despair for me. ╱ in character.#talking shit. ╱ answers.#the serpent's calling. ╱ au.23.
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Untitled (“By much upon thyself only”)
A treochair sequence
I
The golden
pits: ’twas too late, our souls would
have ever trod the darts. We
rode; it seem’d
very old vizier might or
footmarks, but thought had been their
shops of shame
in pride, or walk’d down monogamy
like you for me,—so
sweet girl, were
good with his breeding first, and
dewy buds, and figured to
tie her an
efforts for ever warm and
strained in the flood. Comfort: therefore
than either
keep, nor merit it. With
voice was gentle her sad ears
like a stone
to the high to scold, and the
sun unwilling care: o think
I’m different
story. By much upon thyself
only. Men of France annex,
and how
they like spiked aloe. But they
lock thee in so hush a mask?
II
Like a
firebrand; she told me too; you
walk the hands, side by side. For
thee thine, nor
dispraise your sense, with the muse
of clay, but be no other
magazines
of the glass, and clashed in thy
combine the flint, as the fayre?
III
Like one dumb,
and tells of human clay; ye
could not join them, palace, what
are you are
fair, on trembling over
Endymion’s spirit never read
strange and full
of power for goose is said,
young Juan was thilk same lawn all
sudden journeys,
I beheld and yet rolls
away; she recognized no
being; in
a gushing for men, but could
marry. He left it: so farewell!
Know on
earth, sings but one, till some a
swooning over. As heavy
day on day,
and t is odd, none at present;
i’m sensible of happy
hoax: there
art taught that I loue not wishes
in our power was strappin,
the budding
years to Art, her slave, and
gird in your witchcraft o’ Beauty’s
bright, she’s
twisted too long; I have shrunk
as from this most balmy lip
when ’tis present
situation had it
o’er a brow brightest o’ Beauty
and clangs
in their senses; and buy. Is
much: but ’twas to the chief intense
she must
inventions to silence better
kept behind none in gay
remarkably
sweet breath; and sup. Holding
the valley, stream, and yon bonie
side-lie of
a suddenly sings but one
where all my words cannot
estrangers selfe
boye, ah for Colin he who
feeling for her pray’d the dew.
IV
At midnight,
earth gaue the goal yet, day by
day, with fruit of lovers a
true Hidalgo!
Than thou sinn’d in his lesson
of Eve, went plucking
various joltings
of spring on the fair.
All this thine, and woman, so
she’s twisted
right, condemn: each was as
capable as woman and, you
saw some thrise-
sad tragedy, is it seems
winning, but heedy shepherds
call. Which, at
least-wise brings me to keep off
mildews, and cavern, which his
Haidee, it
was but that love too much, the
heard. Me and wandred I wene
about the
shore through the valley-lilies
where Tim the whole were gone. Payne.
V
Neglect, indeed
as though her mouth saddles
there was no other circumstances
with
contented late Sir Samuel
Rogers, nor the woodlands to
feel his power
depose.—I tell how much
oats had fallen no tears. Flying
Hour before—
and which, thought it knew not
broke thy yoke, they open’d next?
VI
She saw
endymion was good, instead of
quarrels one will revive our
fooling that
brow of thing so fair, their sheepes
bloud full of tumbling mazes
of the
hour too soon their tenderness
of these groups were through she must
close, a shout
mostly sing, with thy glorious
libels by no means let
them of their
summer has met wi’ my Phillis,
has met with the day did
dawn, and whispers,
glooms, the lass of Lochroyan
is first woke song in his soul
was unlikely
to sea in a beauty
of the most atrocious readers
should be
some time of words, now with such
visitant at interview
had ta’en for
anon, I felt delighted
with his eternal powers
where is the
smothering moment, the moors,
benighted, sleeping Julia
sate within
my call, that’s loose, or to cloud
thy brow; the world, to fan and
were not for
that’s I—must, with her arm forth.
Opening door, who doted;
the deep and
birth to turn a blow, and, surely,
withdrew itself be lesson
of moonlight;
i’ll come to pardon the
lot of life, and diplomatist,
they only
son, which grow more rich is
his chair: though those gentle commons,
lords, t
is sweet air stirs blue hare-bells,
or at least abstruse. And tell
the fresh green
boat, they could take all pieces
of passionate love—it stands.
VII
The sweets are,
that vow’d therefore no one knows,
whose husbands, friends: one’s quite a
crime, can yet
then there wound, and with gushing
for him have I invoked the
thigh.—Don, of
course; graceful as free and he
arose, advance as his temples
bind; and
now it happen’d the throng: with
gentleman. Gurgling in rich
hair and there
was no great plenty. She, too,
had Buonaparte won at
Waterloo. It
disna become a sweet to
see another their horrid,
hideous
wives, yet of theirs was an hour
and built a house within the
tattoo pulsing
at the skies are sweetest
stile affords: while he insult
heap, and ruin,
or mountain—the change not
wish undone. Usual burden
head a
Cremosin coronet, with
nothing, dreadful leisure; I
care nothing
else to guess. Died from opening
her silken flanks with the
road was of
a happy dell. To name a
thing by which were through hell should
stay—at worst
befell, a nymph of tears, green
knowes no matter merit?
VIII
And world as,
since she throng. Until the hour
to the dewy head, and her
tyranny,
might mark a lynx’s eye, there hope
that she might be bereft, and
said, Those are
fond of solitude or so,
but sage Antonia maid,
came blushing
eye could temperance delight.—All
for one more on her common
want, because
to go where’er I fill my
mild and quiver; so that this
pardon, who
wish to parry the remnant
worthy of my lameness
in a sloping
mead to heart like a states,
leaving it; but the swell of
turf and sleet,
with all that flickered light to
learn the red-breast had not leisure
of weary
eves; the ravishment? And,
from the Brenta I was so
anxious hands.
Looking sent out, calmly Love’s
willing leaves, dried careful kind—
I have no
rewards on what page; and gather’d
a reward to say, Just
this bruisèd heart
throbbed to heare. I lou’d, but
much inferior to King
Menelaus:
but the sweet sound, poor fellow
captives back darker and she
herself they
do, t will only be the
hatchway one by one three votes.
IX
Observing
little to exalt; no matter
when wrong! She now delay
a trace, a
tinting on her: great pittie is,
he be in vain the ear, which
is mornes
messenger of sympathetic,
because to wet finger’s
taper burnt,
and test! His coffin’s lid: let
not much inferior to
King Menelaus:
but the many thing, marching
that bene bate, an airy
lust, too
often have had force of work
is here! Of Adeline, with
her Moorish
blood less noble life be a
blessing, or me, so tyranny
grew strong,
but thought him bring good! The shepherds
pipe as sad as plover’s
cry, of looke,
at my request. Has so sorely
bruit, where twenty years hence
it ran bright,
if such a beauties broken
o’ercharged with a tawdrie lace.
She kept, and
store it up when musing deeply,
and overcoming at
his movements
were ripe for her princesses
were thrown into mischief-making
Woes darkness
to have more pallid cheek
the mode of Cyrus, best one.
X
Swim: and took
all things we see, his pinions
should excel the brine with the
cobbles he
endure to brood so lost a
thing til the hundred good
zecchini, but
cold spring he most attractive
dower, endymion’s spirit,
and musings
on and determine: although
his fools away. All for the
muse of thy
perusal stand for their books
to bait their friend like this
various ways,
until, from those are the stamp
of my fault—I kept good seem’d
answer’d but
with many legions beautiful,
the blustring lover, poet,
or asp,
had she vow’d chaste liaison foul
of bubbling princesses shook;
or, it may
be, some stay’d in Spain? He found,
and on flowery tale more,
to be deem’d
by thy love was once a little
to despond rather here?
XI
And this all
the morning. Feels all that
Memory loves languish, whate’er
the other
stopp’d this at presently, still
chaste and singen soote, in that
fair Adeline,
you are in plenteous store,
but next that wondrous new
machinery, and
I choose take heede. Cherry-ripe,
ripe, ripe, ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry,
full palatable;
and ask me to you.
Their friendlesse night draweth on,
and every
spirit nurse with middel smal
and loud cried for a lass wi’
a tocher’s
shafts, perhaps I shall be thy
babe’s father, and clodded earth,
sings a bird
upon it will bolt the page
is shown, and seals might sweete? As
of guilt, t
is not meat corrupting.
Invented, and pale, and pain had
been early
grave which she deem’d answer’d to
a halt under. And familiar
was her
eyes a moment that same troade,
but just the evening-star’s at
once could scan
a lurking demi-god, and
then—and went, he will I singe
his legal
face. Often to this new field,
with King Henry’s right out. Until
she stay’d
my foolish heaven! But
Adeline, what far too long I’ve
battle was;
and, for this was my idol,
which she is about theatrical
pretence
to live young mind from the
shepheards swayne you couldst haue all,
and her loving
sprite with quiver; so that
he wanted to heauen is too
young son in
her crumenall. No matters
are seen, with him how they lock
thee possess’d;
but where, and all her sides I
could not brew a pastoral.
XII
From alle
wommen my lord’s estate, by
a foreigner is strange sensation,
even
disdain; he wander’d, by divine:
though we deem it frantic
gape of darkness
among the shepherds to
the flowers, on the chronicle;
men have
always spoils the heard of summer
is not manage such guise
that sith the
White yfere, in either on
the most attracts by his pretty,
precious
points. Thought of sea and wind, flung
roses, but them climb Aornus,
and other
scarce knew alliances his
tresses. Her black, to mumble
deliciously
she no further great a
sum of sums, yet can not love
to show false
Art what binds us: strong bow
into them all in vain he
listening, how
dark tree tops? Though her hair, and
death destroy. The lady’s bed,
and so nor
wine, you knock on my breast was
not other strife by carrying
the business
past o’er the tattoo pulsing
came a lively tone, and
sage, a goodly
verdure flings, the
mathematical, her magazines
of a friend;
between his pillow; pale she
was spring I might I missaye.
XIII
Attend the
rosy dawn. Me—me, there, till
through oh! Of happier men.
XIV
He had won.
And that her soft, liquid words
spak never wi’ her can they
thinking Fund’s
unfathomable sea, that
wild ecstasy? And such a
slight sair again,
if we can’t tell me all
amiss! An ignorance and
plied the valley
lighted the winds; and there
suspicion could not much strong.
XV
An hendy
hap ich habbe yhent, ichoot
from such with scarce any reve
me my shame
and out Lowder was her, but
still tarrying her lips were made
out, and yet
I care not so unpleasant,
to catch a certainly no
virtue’s sake—
not a lump upon her cheek.
Her stature tall—I hate it,
as I believe:
if t is not to be
invited to any
sensual for
a child, and Wordsworth understood
the merry was a mere
sense held a
basket full of all this the
birth; and cordials they join, joints
dovetailed on
this by this calm and freeholders—
yet no less—the voice more
pallid cheeks,
and after having in the
ear, and thou, Desire, because
surrounded;
yet could like him with the
rosy dawn. Of passions, sheds
beautiful
as free and Juan, eager now
thy lee-shores by my soul was
undrest,
intentions were much the most
circulating scatter’d in the
edge of matter,
and must want or for the
change ere nigh lands, that, alas!
All the dore,
and spreading in his shell, and
mean, next winter season; the
memory
was she treated me who have
its head to you; then by day.
XVI
—Inter nos.
Because the shore, bacchus and
Ceres being, and to bind
us to
join, the Holy Three to
But closed the electric blade.
XVII
As his sway,
how they look like lies; should have
but look and limb diffused the
blue surge, not
wherefore I’ll make Don Juan’s
father’s rough, especially
in France, spread
greyly eastward, thus one lamb
did lose. Stands alone; she perhaps
she must
not let one to loue and singen
soote, in the silver she
was sparkled
through she loosened hair! And thus,
it shan’t have done as my maiden’s
force, since
what Meg o’ the gude red gowd,
set up Wordsworth, and shining
into its
radiant with inward envy
his troubled sea of ocean.
And begg’d her
eye; there be whate’er my deserved
the dairy pair, who never,
never
taste, who doth owe to the
venerate a petticoat—a
garment more
neat than such things; he threw a
rueful glance departed soul.
XVIII
Ere I go
hence came wonder at your belles
and young son is in their groves
Elysian:
but thought ay deep-mouth’d welcoming.
Stranger, mislaid love with
truth; a truth.
More last this or that is with
grace can you shall statesman or
a prophecies
of this dim vast vale of
my own steed from moats and how
they gaze on
her cheek. Devils, and there it
granted it was to rent I
would raise; but
pity had he for a different
leaning. They slept together;
we’ll see,
how melancholy risers
after all their eloquent
recitative.
See: but my five sense of
the powers checkered with
precision hooves
if it brings me to you. Since
the deep and brightest o’ Beauty’s
bright all
be true, and groom who hurry
in the magic sleep! And all
heroes some
private end, melting pulp, that
Juan had great where the same brightest
compass,
round her serious makes me
sin awards me, like the
silvery setting;
we may chance—and who can!
Rhymes, and the Hellespont and
placid sandals,
first vow’d cheeks, half smiles to
envelope those nonsense thing
need not call
the trophies of no tongue. I
though, taming a shady, fresh,
and all be
here; his singing all my care
and his friend scrawled by the by;
in Spain, you
are! I lou’d, but no more
attractive dower, especially
when at length
those nonsense things unto people
are coin’d from such small licence
is to
glowing dull. And healthier
brandished high, where euer it laye?
XIX
Shown in Spain?
Pang, the trees feele his loue
such are little book, from thy
sleep o’er-power’d
me in ministring looks
were his fyrye face so liuely
chere. From his
bowery nest. Which once he
made no bones. Her conscious did
they were never
more or less those who served
me from the Brenta I was
desolation:
few would not so decent
either. When Damsines I
gether, breath
least forbear to wake, and now
no more: we humbly at your
own footsteps
regularity may cloy
when met, and then would do; his
your Venus,
who doth owe to the old inn-
door. Boy, as he knew no better
yet to
fret the foam that she spoken,
time is quicke in vain. If any
person
what are they become change things?
Her set his loathing but what
is fixed trance,
all bluely dash’d through hell should
compose more bene thine image
dies with
its synonym.—Then hey, for
a divorced, but seldom hear
it. And vales:
who, sudden grown high skies, though
chill—with a sprig of yew tree
in his tutors
whom to call pretty lad,
but nothing could all be cramped
into the
toilet, but still tarrying feet,
and found how to peruse; he
readiness
those regions beauties blot; let
him betight. And now, like it.
XX
The action
of the most probably,—when at
length to fly the end. Here in
the sunny,
for David lived to show all
the evening sun; conspiring
I deny,
admit, reject, contemplating
there, I favor’d none—nay,
was upon
her cheek, and see them, and care,
if wee must, let’s sing off Count
your men of
every line portmanteaus, trade
will revive our heroine.
XXI
I’m fond myself
I’ll force of her heard it?
Of Zephyr bids a little
do we know
even fourth place, he knew not
what dark eye show’d deep Passions,
which such lust,
and though which, by bribing the
population there art taught,
by love of
the best intent I never
had seen a ghost—what way the
parties to
thee, and pleasure. The delight
down like a state within mine
with her wi’
her caress’d his energies,
and woes there, and Vice, and
staggering new
loveliest, chaste Muse he pleasant,
if there was not that trod
as heavy
ache lay dead and blue-stockit
farms. Which my worth is friends and
physician
that froth’d on his, but found himself
at the beauty’s alarms,
to keep the
whites. This Child I to myself—
besides, I leave the cause of
newe woe, for
willing care: o think they’re on
thee Diggon, and shar’d their taste,
he abideth
night thy nurse with mingle
with Georgia snow. Priest they must
be done? But
with musket beside his deuoyr
beliue. Thus ending an ear-shaped
cone to thyself
thou wilt resort, so now
fayre Elisa be your stockings
are touch’d
his toilet, there to see. She
would he while people on most
my mother’s
shirt for a greatest company,
and bright, my dazzled soul.
XXII
What, any
longer paused not the waters
run gurgling in thee to be
wed or dead?
He taps within the withered
leafe from this his own: there bred
new though winning,
after they are ready
to her loof her feeling forehead
of honey,
and therefore, unluckily
ne’er retreated, but
innocence is
too young and snake-like figured
to be done? She gather’d a
reward to
Homer’s birth, and haunt of sister.
Leading staring always
envy, though
it was whiter still must pay
a hand-breed short-hand penuree.
XXIII
To bend with
arrowy smart; years were, each
other’s head, daily, or more
o’er me threw
his singing then—he too became
repeaters, then look’d grave
had first are
you rush of garments when we
traced his own plight and was but
thoughts to Lucy
I will nor can forget
you and turn’d to his heathenish
heartfelt
reluctance between thee are
always must lose whate’er may
be, now! A
prize pig, and then the design
against the while Sweet Adeline
deserved
the other see how many
things; he threw himself had chance:
so happen.
Not at the enumeration,
but—Oh! Taming a song.
XXIV
Yet Jose
was much consoled by like saints—
was all have not a boy, and
then publisher
decrees I, forc’d, agreed
excepting the valley, by
rock and yre,
where rivulets danced to fly
have a fee was peace must bear
to me:
forsaken lady to sage or
piety, and gowan lurk,
lowly bending,
as all methods t is
of Antonia let him
but been nor
wine, we han greater, purer,
bright rise had blown in fright; she
saw endymion
pine away! Then to the
deid o’ ane, the two and though
knives and squires
a saint to be, which he
sought; and that my Muse is a
fitting,
causeless perhaps t is odd,
but with though too well bred to
Dian? Not
a soul to sever, and flush
with chastned mind. And you will
be thy breathe
such an education,
expurgated by the Hebrew
noun which grows
less a friend to followed, his
selfe beleeue that would’st thou through he
did not why:
t was extremely pale, and
dewy buds, and doth not I.
XXV
Shepherds, lifting
up a branch break vengeance
on him her flaws in some truth
to pity,
who sitteth by Norman Church
his pride, the margin kiss all,
for very
slight, that which can face calculators
when they tamed him out
of men, can
tell by tongues—she looks; to country
and soft pipes and you with
mine eyes. How
the weel-stockit farms. And must
have done things the name has sent
his feet, pale
and still, and, as the silvery
pyre of bright, my dazzled
soul. And
that I call that theyr flocks: whether
a sky’s or tradesman’s
scope, more rich
in hope, they han solemnity.
To her; for her! The
aggregate may
drop in for a Princesses
around her, this, though on their
moralities.
With a haw bayberry
kame; that men, the bag o’ the
bath and a
lustre in its little broom
bowèrs where t was for me.
XXVI
You resided
first, then, abash’d and lurk;
her hair was dripping, and less;
i’m
sensibility. Without display
in, trust me, too, my battles,
despite my
sad antithesis to glowing
how to fill up his aged
heart and
every line: so now his passion
cannot be—or I at
least t was
May, a Jew took one of thine
incomparable oil, ’
Macassar! Their
shadow’d that true we are riding—
a highwayman came again;
to love;
flesh grows lush in turn,—Why do
you—and all the many might
noise of thy
sprites with Inez were worth
did it’s whole weeke without strong
minority
and dim, and knew not what
is new: you’ve pass’d Juan thou
reviewest now
is the top-gallantry, and
overswear the light, for her
tragic life,
to love; flesh stays no father’s
glass, so little love much as
they are but
to destroys most list and said,
He was quite it from annoy,
like the many
brothers but, instead
demurest meditation, unto
her with
Lord Augustus Fitz-Plantagenet.
Me beare, all for her
prime: so thou
need—let everywhere, confused,
in the approved it somehow,
this effect,
or feel, by its praises, perhaps
may strike six from sullen
earth its crimson
glory spread, and lives and
were no longer still too late,
with realities;
but vaccination
without fewell you among.
XXVII
Where are shadows
wild and saw into her
own couch, new made out, and seemed
to strange! I
can interposed to
venturesome, I send my herald
Hesperus
away, she who champion’d his
endless like a knot. Thought, with
leaves his singing?
Here I might be inly
swore because I can’t gaze a
minutes, he
found a lodging is, than all
the phantom of her blotte. And
cordials they
walke not without a blushing
under gore, herkne to my daughter,
temper
not the numerous and his
light’s tear. Other on the sunny,
sounds and
burning up a lower, much
for me by my onely
Deare: but Virgil’s
song; each in the meditation,
all country girlish
grounds,—alfonso
in his shell, and falls thy
shadow-like an error cleare.
XXVIII
Or the sun
unwilling, had the shepheards
daughter, cast on the heard her
song; valour
was a sort of champagne and
times of her own blood bound to
see displease,
whom I must be or seem what
are conceives how tiptoe
of an old
pass most people hum it long—
the race of all sweetness to
explain’d, as
no deed of fire, and distracted
guise seemeth to choose between
his faith,
to the door was of late the
loveliest, chastest, best, no
better chance
my tale. And tuned his Paradise
of amethyst,—would I
to myself
am mortgaged to state, that
linger inuests with many
a wile, and
lives of glist’ring skill, I trust,
but—quite there were exiled from
this scrawl because
t is said, and third time
procedure in that he had
been pluck’d—all’s
known women as a scout were
left with buls and showers where
all in vain
by the ditty. In their
antiquity for ay from you,
light of these
thing want; more rich, more than wear
a train going to thin a
little journey.—
Was, that break through nature’s
wreath, when last to lose itself,
without I
leaue to love and gude enough
for me by moonlight, over
the bed as
well as all my dress their forehead,
without drawing bloudie paine.
XXIX
Was a mine:
she knock’d it with fraud and champagne
and took all the cock can
summon all
sides on the dawned lighted the
mysteries which us doth
eternity,
famous for the Sea; listening,
how dare you rise? Thus I
have read, the
nights and romances I ne’er
forget the calm hours creeping
star and sweet,
if human hour where these grey
to hear such, or ne’er have you
treat? That
severely wound, and as a summer
clouds and one miscarriage-
bed of this
epic will connects us,
the dew sat chilly on the
loved before
the sideboard’s stage be, will
hunt thee for myself am
mortgaged to
see the bitter power shall
be sports of louers ruine somewhere
sings a bird
on every angle greet! Or
I at least it did, thou leave?
My hearts endured
and now at length, and they
did not cost me you know that
oppress’d him
out before they’re sincere regret
the rain drops are taxes
on our journey.
For Henry heard a hint
of Adeline would not suspects
with her
form another at the brighter;
while that euer he begun
a long ere
the purple moor, a highwayman
comes back from my side shall
be either;
and deaf, that vision’d bower,
shall quickly find any more:
juan had not
be free, the ground is buoyant
spirit, thought I well marke: he
has known women
torturing, as they pick’d
up the writhed her out within
it is
plain: seas that we felt no wrong.
For where the day—the sixth year
is strange flames,
my heart was in t: and now
my heart lies hatching to you.
XXX
This is the
unforgive me, don’t think, was
she but and better angelick
face, a
sudden journeys, I beheld
and rot share a boy I sought
forbids all
were too straight win oblivion,
and then to think to fly
have a high
soaring by a virgin bloom
the spirits, and stirr’d to take
that howsoever
ride? The clients’ clan of
Doctor paid off an old old
worlds life hath
ceased to fly the cup. Die. Sorrow
the golden palace. The
Miller he
hecht her care a moment on
my part, because the pale smiled
when ever
risk of being fires: some one:
the change the good Hobbinoll,
record some
skill to be unmoved; but this,
what new to speak to your child!
And, in sooth,
possession, and chin the air.
Blessing, and laid conditions
rather come
and white, plainer shewing like
a brand as if it could enter
into
its cool underwater face
was resembles most king
calculation,—
fair Adeline had an only
what I would see but for
supercargo.
As in any manner
by the best or ambition!
XXXI
Of heau’n of
my door, who thus much of words
masculine persuade me I
am old,
and she was written upon
grass, long-settl’d eies whence flowery
band to
have found, and can’t get out, ’ like
Yorick’s starlight glances of
quietness,
and, truly, have tower’d me
in midst of all selfenesse
he for a
lass wi’ a tocher; the foam
of age, nor there was not for
me on earth
can have been shaping visions
are my own applause, of ayde
or country
season, of the shaft, and I
myselfe beleeue that may turn your
bones, a soldier
went for new. Or gall the
freshness of a birth beset
her, and still,
which did show of louers ruine some
shape of darkness; thou hast but
look into
the lyric sound, whose suicide
that she was remote from
book myche to
despise, who like throws o’ershadow’d
by heaven, remain with
heavy
ignorance of what it might he
leane soules trees, though gald, and hard
as his very
neckcloth’s Gordian of
the glassy deep, where thy ways!
XXXII
Thus let the
schoole of Paramoures.
Let no matters and pray for
you, no doubt
she only on this subject
to invent a something waste
has sometimes
of sterling silvery showers
where long. Spiritual pit-
a-pat, or
that such skies, could yield his
confusion, and reasons making.
Which might choose
take heeded not; a monk remain’d,
unchased, unchased,
unchaste? But
there’s the old inn-door. Tis
said of Trafalgar, twixt place
where—young, he
has been knowes no man knows
what’s his; thou, their measure of
his mouth. She
hadna sail’d but will still must
pay a handsome truth our vows
are wooing
sun of spring about, yet,
coop’d up in a Brussels lace.
XXXIII
Either
chilliest beat with vigour; and
thus doubly widows—wives! More
blue and braider
great resource to me; then
advocates, inquisitors,
unconscious
heart. Lives that vulgarit—’ which
made Solomon a zany.
XXXIV
To live on
still that darkness among the
fair. Of chivalry was she,
Blythe by this
most vile, besides there is a
most abhorr’d. Becomes more bright;
she did not
sleep in twixt life was dour and
eats her hair: but let a tear.
XXXV
No doubt it,
I do burn in loue. Are you—
poor, sick, old ere you like a
sea-horse, though
well born and bare in their tithe
of the moon, they were crackling
in Heaven
descend to government—he
held within. Occasions: the
preserve it
less; i’m so entanglements,
hours, and Kingcups, and can’t say
much admired,
and snow, such follying before
the royal and love, nor
trumpet’s mouth
but you and you will serve for
the sun’s purple couch; to
emulate in
ministring ore: ’twas then her
sire’s arm, which quotation they
fear’d but two
except in sight, to be whate’er
she loiter’d and lotted
to meet her
without a groan, finding the
bell bed, handfuls of daisies.
’Er the bounteous
showers, and worthy praises
are all his country circle
rang’d, stood
silent deep-disguis’d demon,
missioned to keep thy credit
as a
ghostly galleon tossed upon
thy heart is the usual
price, and
red; but in their hideous
sigh, and turn’d at once more shak’d
thyself than
stronger strife; t is said, until
she spoke: like statutes of
women, whose
trees it struck through high sense of
pain with peacefulnesse,
forstallen hem
of three. The silent night, I
became more his mistress’ thrall?
XXXVI
A monk, array’d
o’er this much mortal, an
immortal drink, pouring all-
claretless
to the sky, when wars doe surcease:
such folly. My being,
and the room,
and serene cast on the
humanity may make ich habbe
yhent, ichoot
from the earth we are names
of love alone: but if thy
lure hath in
the midnight come in the
severity was most your sweet
the serene
and all, some time an unhappy
soul doth tell me there; so,
nor plains where
are eligible. Death contrived
too many trouble, their
dinner and
play in his desolate, and
turn’d himself has made in that
once with a
wild clock for nothing strings; ’ and
fourth grace of heau’n of my sex?
XXXVII
What theirs was
locked and robes grace, as between;
an unknowing trees do lean
all tears, my
skirtful of offend, will spy
in the isthmus of the day,
the heroic
salamander if t
is truth—to prove him—I will
consume my
heart, t is he for amusement
with dumbe eloquent
recital was
told Rose-Armed Dawn, love stays
forever; he cast aside the
pride I this
fountain pine, o forests; while
we look, his man’s estate would
understand.
Then advocates, inquisition,
I wish thou wouldst free cast
on their quiuers,
intentions for madder music
too,—while we can be most
stranger than
he while the earth being
obsolete. Them take him to his;
but their books,
and Juan will fall; but if heaven
with your fearful of my
sex? It was
from those are monthly, or our
guilt brought. Sing all for Poesy!
XXXVIII
Three quarter.
’, Her nose and judges, some rest;
but, wretched up from loving,
o fine as
that would meet, and may find thee,
only Phillis can vie: her
brain, thought in
me do reed of louers speake what
they had not brew a pastoral.
Eyes can
shoot so fair assisted. Should
as t were, on the lily!
XXXIX
And nowe sithence
besides, it had many
thing, ere such things—ocean and
comprise a
pack of fables; t is sweet
poesy of his air, those who
would fail. Of
brighter dropped the world, my
universal epigrams of
May; the more
the Long Knives’ getting much distrait,
and milky way; but I
must dwelling
of time aloud the mother.
So hush a mask? Then, whence their
turn like to
mix some strange. The neck with bowèd
necks, and mellow’d, which now-a-
days had
mitigated part, I’m afraid
of those eyes can it foote to
tye thee more.
Her virgin bloom of a
virtuous woman’s faults were here;
perhaps surprise.
Odd, but then the sky retired;
and burst, and resources
have Public
day,—quite well; yes,—no. Scar between
this mark of friend, I guess’d.
XL
Pride, as by
a sprinkling staring always
what they turned since nothing
too. Haunt us
till her fingers were crackling
teares spring, as there
it was the
moon is: I praise. For all of
you are charmingly sweet friend
Don Juan’s eyes.
Your Beauty your mantle of
the Storm grace the merely felt
a grieuous case,
blind-hitting out of his magic
of her small guitar, o
lovely gifts
something through almond vales: who,
sudden journeying high, much
as the door,
no shame had blown in fright; the
which even the way, subdued
because that
seeldome chaungeable rest, he
stood in act to spring in
pious consort
gave back the hours, and bent.
Yet once adventurous and
cause of milk.
Yet of the litter. Like it.
And Ida in the great bounty,
he sate,
but no matters are swept away,
with wide open—and they
mean to move
towards its dose;—hers was that, but
be shown, no doubt, when he was
in dangerous
to blacknesse coming at
last, of parcells may depart:
t is sweet
the interview had ta’en an
internal throes, and therefore
paused a minutes
troubles from me. I can’t
imagined you half-awake,
and sped the
full board, and passionate breath,
seem’d made eternity, unless
what they
prove her head droop’d as when I
awoke and freeholders—yet
no less sublime
discovers, or Mrs.
Quiets at once for giggling?
What end the
Attic Bee’ was much more true.
Has made me rich: but nothing
themselves so
very odd. Is wrong; though seeming
song sighs o’er her foul pride.
XLI
Or Paint must
never meet. Like one who hold
some otherwise? I can’t say
much upon
the stage, and friend of having
plann’d, unless, like the whole, and
between the
same, delight, I pray thee greet:
but press my love’s fuellers, and
made me as
the full moon, the pretie Pawnce, and
when upon by the landlord’s
daughter, and
game, a still shoulder, whether
saint to boast, and that same none;
in feeling
forth the situation, to
plunge in medias res’ horace
makes the porch,
and Jervis. In speech were some
heart or sciences, and cave
and like the
confusion reel to earth, but
not the sun came and both in
the work was
locked and doth not set me an
example, blowing,—tis please,
if there I
will fall; but in sense, with
musickes loue through nature, and
though fortune
is—o, valiant man! An oyster
may see; don Juan’s compare?
XLII
So thin it.
And, second had him some shape
was like a keyhole and waite.
The hall, could
not directly for there is
a babe; then outran discrepancies,
none
upon her to rehearse? Those
above.—Yet no lesse: looke here,
too, my battles,
despite of his own
innocent determined that this
poor rhyme: what
I should through thou canst thou betray
us. But I say, when
two people
in the ceremony. While
you now. Drew one lamb did lose.
XLIII
He also
her to such things wi’ Geordi-
an knot, what merest white, of
mine for ever:
its loveliness. And
makes the clouded, but wonder!
XLIV
With ebon-
tipped flutes: close to reproduced
a plan whereby to erect
new buildings
of life’s hackney coach, where translate
a general admirations
high, and
that in his chariot glimmer
on high the ravishment,
into the
street: none can tell? But now a
scholler art to such doings
I’m a modest
alley they by, and, may
be dear, and still. His breeding
warmth of one
of Sisyphus, if once was
rather. The truth. It half finish
Juan’s breath
no flower loves the firmament
as yet, quite clear and brick.
XLV
Contented
thy powers, and display
considerable things down some
fairest most
softly intreat my soul with
that sweet to brow, and fair, or
mermaid’s
undressing if the sun unwilling,
and next a quarter: she
had been
embroidery, and then, that he
sought for fifty times: leaf, zipper,
sparrow,
lintel, scarf, window send for
saving—vice spares thee remaine.
XLVI
Smiled, but dearth.
The antique Persians taught, thy
nature’s fire heats water-fretted
halls, which
way the when, or why then put
to the latter worser far,
the wind blew
loud, that I prove no more; but
who can have pass’d, like prayer
with a difference
benumb’d my example
more, or romancers: You’re a
boy can’t be,
as in polite than mournen
evermore. But makes new noses,
one from
the whole self once with amber
studs, my hunting—for the prince
is bold even
fourth grace, by humouring
sun was not any other
minds to the
life, and still these, a world grows
dull, and stars, the rayne is false
Art what Passions,
wit with his brain went ever
pantingly and blood. That
fond kiss; and
now in the pit; the gaudy
house is a flow’r in May, her
sweet time came.
For, like Wellesley now; each having
no such families. And a
day, a summer
weather; to summon’d handmaids
tender young hearth, spite of
wrinkle. But
Phemie was a walking a
silvery enchantment came to
pay their buried
are mine eyes he look’d a
lectures he wish’d abolish’d.
From its
bodily tenement. The
However dealt in fiction.
XLVII
So as I
can, I will not suppose thy
gifts. Talk to your choice was white.
XLVIII
A lump of
coal that is, the Lord’s prayer,
’ and the marble’s unchanged; for
the matrons,
while I kiss till Gregory!
But for too much; for from me
hys madding
more; with awful footsteps
regular and dresses mark, and
trampling on
her: great number, and she was
married—how soon made indifferent,
with
the Saxon king, new character’d,
D—n her, ’ and for slaughter,
and their
death. Yet one to Venus, when
right tinge of friendship but in
their spells did
never dream, mither; sic a
wife in Spain, you know’st thy
estimate: though
which though Love’s inmost sacred
beauty is a joy for every
bourn; and
loud and smiled when nature of
our near-dwellers of age now.
XLIX
Of knight at
your belles and ached for all turn
the train going away. And
three, when all
smile or star must be damn’d for
superstition’s mint, they sayne
the follow
them link’d with looks lovely in
the breathed words would understands.
L
Your nature’s
discrepancies, none of what
his gowden was her, but served
their tenter,
hack, knew that awful shine that
doth light. Featured like the lot.
LI
’Er; and hold
those precious points. Of that do
still without any dangers
like a
suddenly a memory of
the first o’er a dish of tears,
my clenched in
a crack will all be the lass
of thy husbandry? In my
mind doth not
so dirty with though she was
not near that Peggy made it
half finished
is. The common forms in love
the rightest confounds—but the
house of all
beings passions. In praise for
not but well if other million
times the
naked salt of earthquakes, and
if the simple, shown me with
a pure
Platonism, which she said, and faith
may after dinner of the
lass of children
garlands dressing in long
starving hopes, since a bride! And
rock,—’mong which
just now, his usual proceed,
till fayrer Fortune is—
o, valiant
masquerade; but the most full
happiness to feele his
heart can fall
like dying tongues—she look’d at
home, in times a gleam of too
much, which still
she that authority, whose
back with the year where the palm.
LII
After a
life than law. The event
decided to turn a young couple’s
were ripe
for her! Of silver leaf, that
thou hast thou live, remembered.
LIII
Close by the
town, where people do. Calculations,
and would have had your
belles and face,
a still would only one, who
made monastic vows; that
overteem with
much she defied all in
another’s watch. Prey of sea-born
Venus, whene’er
you please you read that for
while she pond’s surface before.
LIV
Through he rode
with all the distance from
enclouded brain, like shower of
blossomed Muses’
lovely thinking it was
as one will die of long
eulogy of
patent black and Tom are paired
within. Were ticklish grace,
that blows, and
dark in thy breath no great
sensation; but at six a
charmingly sweet
than the dolour of bards and
faith may shee florish long, in
ev’ry possess’d
a straw, t will be back
the rain drops fra my yellow
guineas for
all heroes some years ago.
Twelve days and nights she tripping,
and mutters
his past or present, doubting
of my chaste Adeline, what
a checked impulse
of the company, of
the lang night! Are so divine:
thou shalt remain,
if that should do, own the
o’erflowing,—tis pity would
with her can
comparing, joyful cries, the
love or thy old Orinda
call those same
hypocrisy design to
jest upon the grosse. Bows have
I brought up
much more red; she took amiss:
in the we moons, or his palms
were something
rather come and to fashioning
the same: the illusion’s
form by silent
night, bathing of it. She
written upon the dim echoes
drew, trembling
over hollow sound shall
pass my days alone a Gods
name: as the
burden of a well, and rail,
and make nothing so fair a
light; our taintless
fleeces? I do not drop
in with thee how many moe.
LV
There, one may
say, like moonbeams fell negligently
glad the shoes! Nature’s
distresses
mark, and plunder’d my whole
analogy between a kind
of crews as
renegadoes; while it
travellers, and set it on the
cobbles he
each day of the truth our vows
and compromise of lids then
of cornflowers,
on the more bene Wolues
yrent, all for he mutters
his place,
the heaviest tempest—surely
the knot. To turne and all
the worst befell?
And were through me it was
as he passion, that would wander’d,
by divine!
Might have it weene, and frantic.
When an heir is born, a
pleasures, and
as youth I wrote it still; death
call, and have served the matrons
frown’d; some new
convulsive groan; on her the
third thing more, or madam dies.
I felt his
hair twine like a cedar fell’d
their owne false, yet with a ruby
large amount
to her face sharpens and
caught is to be sure; she shaken
the learne
it with its soft displaies vertues
gold must set at first, and
is only
bedded reeds—in desolate?
And must not down thy name, a
wretch to bear
all that Hope is half a poetess,
’ turning glow; nor did not
the hour less
dreary melodious leasure
of blister, a young a
husband’s foibles
by according as the
fragrant me to keep going
down, thoughts, and
all weather round her breast, the
call, would understand. Of what
he may
triumphant show; all, there, till, now,
on the ear, and would not you
discoveries
made me, feele his
creditor; yet, like a blanket.
LVI
I call leisure:
now, like soldier heard a
Wild Flower singing all
together, this,
besides there are elect, whether
it would say, nay, if any
actor
miss’d the oaths which until the
tide. If you loved housekeepers,
to discern
longinge for soon was my idol,
which make my hoarded joy
if it bring
it was daye light of hurts, which,
for we must all poetic
licences
must be—my whole host’s identity.
And run in mazes
that same to
this during even her small
pity him I lose their very
common;
for instant more near, by every
station, talk o’er the wind.
LVII
Rules without
much that they bred in the robber
say—one kiss, my bonny
son was grown
already for me by moonlight,
i’ll force theyr good one on
tithes and
young trees it signify? If
he his heart while its cool cell,
far as I
kenna thou be my blessing
or complexion shone as e’er
held her in
a sea; an element that
she was, as thou hast read how
roughly he
in pieces of more than seruants
wracke, where bright alone, like
Adam’s
recollectioneerer, by laying
what he cannot skill enough
to hell,
my life, for example, blowing,
or worthiness I miss.
LVIII
Whose cheek laid
open; but this is my breast
such a louely grace to leaue
to loue and
few there was shaped like a poll
of ivy in their own in
universe!
Although for thee will only
bellow; in fact; from thence I
sawe Phoebus
daunce euen? Which they are laid: juan
was that I knew ye not as
yet imagined
it vnto this truth is frail,
and with twelve yards off, or soul!
LIX
—For lo! Are
ways to be said little. And
is in others for the woman
earth beneath
its heroes some man, there
she was, that others, replicate
amber;
and, as true it was the fair.
Dancing, gunnery, and beat
ye so, and
a good to restore his
glittering leaves a lonely Niobe,
poor, love
Gregory! Than true, some name her.
The tout ensemble’ of his
toilet,—which
of time passion there was absent,
and, as this, for Julia.
LX
With her falls
asunder I feel the bees
hum about the hot Burgundian
on
the harmonies she is a
caprice; and if a staircase
ending at
their state and truth or errors
note; but pity him I lose
their voices
to the sublime, and all ye
gentle Muse he was another.
The right
upward, throughout: i’m very
sympathy, for facts against
bonos mores,
’ with a tawdrie lace. By the
merely to myself, Alas!
LXI
That brought to
send a young man’s art and seamen.
Sagged like a Miss America;
perhaps
may sit, and from sleep steady
thy losse, and less, fair Annie
of Ladies
bright. She had that I must
surprise.—In short, I have spent
pair, shall procure,
although destined to know
what euer it hight, feare to breakers
to their
chins,—a daily news printed
its flesh; for all of misery
can scarce
could they did not confined, ’ some
new convulsive groan; on her
pale, and free
of spear aloft, as signal
shaking, but with one I love
not a sigh
or step ran sadly through, and
some French, but then, and sees with
our good old-
gentlemen, who had no such
materialised, and pity;
and Juan’s
gore, he thrust there was not a
judge or a name, a wretch to
behold, then
for the conscious heart all mould
thus he stars dart them cruel love!
That night, what,
a whole and sighes stormed be!
Of poets plunged in their faces
are but
to the leg. We’ll talk of their
brows! It display in his sheepe
would bring; the
whitely sweet peas, I must, I
think, instead of being him
to the dales
of her exultation of
ethereal; and then flies.
LXII
Or careless
way, and set her view struck through
the case, it might afterwards
burn what piece
a wondering moment; she
dream’d his toilet, but it was
a trying moment
he had a heart—which made
vs meriment, he
wylfully hath
been a creed so stands a statue,
stood: he felt her warm and
still, is flank’d
round his foreheads, lowly bending
an eclat, but the Amor
Mio’s! Line
had one defect—here in the
more’s the others, but they
lived together.
His curls strive, but for dowry
will consumers of the
map of day:
Antonia, who were like
a cedar fell’d. By our lowing
bust, which
many legions of true genius
by dames admired; a
little
comprehends; revenge in perspective,
her voices to take my
vows, and wandred
I wene be his stanzas
back. As the next swath and blood.
LXIII
Fling up that
come and bulky worth, as danger,—
her husband now I have
no one lives
and but in the aforesaid
paints as Saint both man and champagne,
and in
pride, as sweet to win, no matter:
impress’d even as breaking,
the starry
height to hang over his
brain of human breath’d defence.
Or of both,
some slightest colour’d hedge, ditch,
and who she is Syrinx daughter,
had bagg’d
this way, so much please—a most
edifying consciences,
no breezes
reinvigorate dormant
deserts scorched with sounds straine, pain
his transistor
to Long John Nebel
arguing from his right. Their union
without
a foreigners don’t know who stem
the stain’d up a though sleep, Haidee’s
sweet to
the river damm’d from thence I
sawe thy hair soft-lifted by
a downward
glance not abasht: when you broke
in upon us with
courtesy so
blending, comes home deserts, as
a patience. Their fellowship
I need not
in the onset come; so shall
I ne’er be thou shall: tis shadow’d
by two,
and the tertian, and sun. Despite
therefore the capo
d’opera, not
for me! Ere what Meg o’ the
flower: o, for very
sympathy, for
which will die with, dim-descried.
Air like the old are quite alone
a Gods
nameless lip to Juan’s last sentence
sayes, the gentle girls who
for madder
music’s sound of our old debts
in at sixty years to climb.
LXIV
Greatly love
and virtues cover; I knew
ye not? I leave the ingle
station, to
plunge with the sweet to have from
such hurry, with some private
meet? I tell
the mode be perhaps they who
liues course of all books! Glad if
for heaving
us fancy, till the daunc’d,
they say your memory of
the sky; if
you looked on, and having songs
waken from off the morning.
LXV
The large a
scope, more finesse with Georgians,
Russians, English influence,
I Stella
oft sees the violet, one a
guillotine, and the valley,
streams that twinkling
strawberries their cal: for
festivities or mortal
love. Day by
day prepar’d—though the fifth Juan,
nor change of friends, those who hold
a levee
morn. A purple, none at press
there be law or law, but by
the poor thine
shall roll before thirty come,
sir, get into a warm heart
is feminine,
nor poet these other.
But Heaven, these he mopeth
idly in
his face withdrew his spirit
a woman and, you made; and
chafe, and
hastily look’d on many a
token o’ercharged with payne.
LXVI
Each doth such
a dance, but would kiss those verdict
in Insanity’. Pussy
said no
one like a stone is slight and
despair, who never loved, I
loved, that love
must come, which always signs she
must not paid for in good this
bow to Cupid
but this is the shepherds
with Moll and poppies red: at
which brings to
common sympathetic
vapoury tent—whereas I haue
bene, to
adorne her waist; but Juan, here
is tholien while the will, in
times shalt not
lead some limb and she, with a
glance, too, my battles, despite
of decency;
but even seven years
had warm’d; and out, in his lip
to her wit
she something in footing the
first strange! As morn, to set a
foreigner is
strange—the Hebrew tongues in a
sieve. A paper to receiv’d
in sleep without
much stone table, would spoil
his mind was Ambition, and
did give my
eyes to wonder’d by two, and
tell the calentures is
dependence,
of the hall was long; but, as
he revolved to feele this,
but mine to
die? I will be my blessing
for clarification, a
most attracts
emotion. Translucent
electrical wires, a black wing.
LXVII
No doubt, t
was stores and yon bonny ship,
to keep thy creditors regret
the
military breeze would swell—thou
ligge in a pair of Lugo,
but none could
make it knowne, a grief, of dogs
and a staircase ending, could
not tease my
pleasanter than the severity
is always seeking
to me, until
it centred in a tule
fog that when the origin
her blood
before the very common-
place or two; yet held my
recollection
in its spirits, and then would
hope, life, misled, and send out
of our only
visible, because the
night listen’d;—Hush! Of grass, and
then, I beg
all my dream change designed: she
treated me who have made of,
stream, gives grace.
Dear is tame, and still more of
pride with dreams. And everybody
knows, and
truffles. And the tracery
of this; thou shalt be so
deleterious,
unless, like Wellesley now;
each having at set my hell.
That I brought
faint fare-thee-wells, and to come.
Her brains she should ask me, if
you wouldst free
I worship him, like a ball!
Then look for me by their faces,
and wish’d,
mid that theyr flocks creeping ankle?
And every where thy ways!
LXVIII
To what garres
men might fight againe. Yet
without a tomb to cover
me—me, the
bare bulb softens above, young
a husband’s life—I recommend
young
company below, which flies twixt
life awry? How sickening, listened.
Shuffle
your feeling, she arose as
one whose age is rustled whiles
our father’s
bosom all for her! Excuse
for fear of seely sheepe, for
tea and coffee
came. Where Tim the other—
at least I have them long! All
at one dark
old inn-yard a stable-wicket
creaked where first examinations,
and
caverns in a great Bandogs
will not suspects with her hand,
the lonely
every hair. Ponder and his
muffin was not other
sensible of
happier men. Till with loue
yblent: great pittie is, he be
in the
atrocious, and here these late has
not for the proud, the earth grow?
LXIX
Perhaps to
open for sinning; seen beauty
thoughts quite profusion reel
to early,
that it, despise, while playing
hearth was the more like all very
coldness
still said all, and many a
token o’er which men are as
before had
I done thine. To sue her gentle
girls in the man; the nice
hence—forward,
and whole self on the least, and
lay there, an urn. Now kiss me
again that
wanted me, if I should be
so,—but—it cannot she was
not brook at
the world’s dusky cave, when we
call hem at Waterloo. And
therefore be
noted with greene, o seemly
raiment; no pretence of their
ocean in
a wound he came there was not
in kind which will build a bonny
sweetheart,
I’m afraid of those who had
more serious rhyme, good wife.
LXX
But now I
have cause of mind, and beads and
limb diffused the hands upon
thy heart feels
all those ripeness to the
lean’d up a thousand people
on most despise.
Have wasted, wae is my
bracelet. I shall I repine?
And then—and
went, as the sun his autumn
bold, with nothing so good, honour
to repay.
What if he his lips, thou
cheered sweet Rose-bud’s the blood partake
all pay
who thus much more—fifty, or
similar remarks to take
heede. Hard labour,
yet she be fair from the
apostrophe—’O thou! That
which seldom—
sages never stopp’d his to
you of her experience
made me, feele
my griefs have I would swell—
thou live, as the giddy Heaven
known in
the whole, and then hastily—
as nothingness; but the heart
re-sent; and
then, straying me, his own
Aristotle. While the evening
start, and he
kissed his hand shame in wanting.
And, the one is the—the—Pooh!
LXXI
Nature’s whole
heart and pray for Seasons; not
Eternity: Cold Pastoral!
Something
more than law. Her walie nieves
like all verse, I’m fond of
true
philosophised: a great promised
to find a half-reap’d furrowes
night-winds
creep, a careful moving our
velvet coat; when I would pay.
LXXII
Especially
in counties have pass’d Juan
took him, thou canst thus it is
sae prevailin’,
and woes the hapless styled,
and here the lark was low or
loud by gusts
will soon be at rest. All things
might I gain, so might be for
a lass wi’
a tocher; the night, as if
painted glassy brooks, your
memory of
hurts, which, with a neat little
to destroying, leadings from
out her
purity of my father’s rough,
not I, ’ he said many a
spark up: is
it thus it is me sent,
etc. Chaste were ticklish
grounds,—
alfonso sued for wings, because
than is yon moon which, at the
darts. Of champagne,
with thee will; bearing love
for only visible, only
my place,
and frantic. Na langer dow
I stand any in the moonlight,
her slave,
and so becoming to go,
vntill by your little that’s to
be described
from its birth. And love with their
blacke banner, had bagg’d this, for
Julia whom
on things upon the seraglio
do to Jason’s. And long,
in ev’ry
other side, and dames less
obscurity. Faint fare-thee-wells,
and said, merely
slumber crept sluggishly
by, ere matrons who would reach
her heart them
of their Violines. What we
least, in them with full hear ye
lie, ye ill
woman, so she’s hein-shin’d, tempts
and plied the weight,—peona guiding,
she and
must have the lily, heigh ho,
how I was no further song.
LXXIII
Then they say,
whene’er you will pass, I wish
to behold, serenely in
the mid forest
brake, rich with good compare,
whaever had, nor he would go
forth into
universal epigram;
but thou, sweet to put to all,
except itself
out, as my lameness,
and bramble, tracing a bath
and poppies,
where perish’d more than our rhyme:
whatever bar the chronicle,
how the
black and pleasantly to a
wilderness and rose, for
superstition.
Because that piece is yet
unlevelled. I became more
forester
divine: thou shalt find a term
is shifted round the light banking
of the
spirit of another gay:
in him and to Chrysostom
inured, so
dear a picture, as also
a lawsuit upon an
affidavit,
romances which ensued his
clasp, twixt life was that, is to
breathless round
therefore, ye soft phrases, in
case he though once she could not
advance as
high up the way or t’ other
there let female or male?
LXXIV
In a knot.
When exquisite, by all is
virtue, she had taken up
the wine, and
to Chrysostom inured, she
must fade for only son left
with inward
state the world to fire. She never
clash’d: they found a term is
shifted round,
and like sympathy with a
little journeys, I beheld
but surety-
like to mix in the tables,
which waves rose the ouerthrow.
LXXV
So lost the
mystic leaf his sacred vestments
swept. The longest miss his
warm land, well
as a modern phrase?—But thought
to market of Constant and
pale, who lov’st
no more you. The Lady
Adeline, that is, except in
the same. And
the steuen, lowder caught, who now,
ere Phoebus thrust itself from
Cadiz. See
na ye yon bonie whitely sweet
than the precious Eyes a tear.
LXXVI
Fall ill or
good companies nimbly began
to flowers my Jean.—Then
hey, for a
good workmen never ready
for gander, ’ and red; but I
shall I wende
and went, he will find mate, for
earth must do my duty—how
thou be, tell
me good with posterity,
who cam so far there a border.
And set
it on horses; here you rise?
Rill. As if a long low down
by river
sallows, borne a son hae a
heart o’ the sense among the
winds through whole
ambition from the blazon
of sweet up violets, and through.
LXXVII
I’m caught, all
along the chieftain’s side: there
lies a deep hae I luv’d; love,
thought might or
might be for him she hired,
grow tired of hand, and say,
my deare, let
in the light lone how she could
rather. Where dwellers of his
towery
perching; frown a lion near
a song that my Muse is a
sort of love,
you bind your feelings on thee,
Cogniac! And how ye may be
crossed locks the
Southey’s everblooming garden-
key—Fly—fly—Adieu! Was
much as marble
man, ye’re no coward conquer’d
woe; give not be, art, alone.
These things
blessed with they call the mair they’re
new doubts honour to kill; but
that wax and
water than restore him with
glad exclaim’d, What has been mistake.
Oft with
passions to impartial
indemnification. Whose red
drop of light,
like danced by the unforgive
me. Grass; man’s voice was releasing;
my bonds
in my dream and death—so Juan
had reach’d eleven with choisest
words. Deny
who was a prize ox, a
prize ox, a prize pig, ploughings.
LXXVIII
It is the
graves of empire of thine
in me, while this, but overwrought
to be
bound by solemn hours creeping
like Ganymede to come, can
yet there was
at all women, without
perceiving spent, whether t was
shown, no doubt
it, I do not granted wings:
wee have always much Adeline
dispensable;
he rubb’d his endless
thee, Cogniac! They are like a
linger’d—joy
and past: since I can’t say much
formality, small pity
had heart glow’d
in vain to chatter, my veins;
with delights to lose fair Venus,
who appears;
my eyes; my pulse grew grey
to her looks o’er incertain
I wanted;
therefore the love too much good
choyce, they only son with the
rest, so well,
and gone. No villain need be!
As all that pity thou art
not nigh the
twenty leagues and twigs, might after
he had passed those little
love of wars,
how much wrestling touch, yet
halfe in doubt, he opened mote
vnfolde many
benedictions—sun’s and moonlight,
some believed, the pity
of years to
Art, her slave, and cordials they
could not slept, began at once
it can be
most proud flesh, men as a servant
stirr’d with eyes then if he
delay, tis
a plight. From Boston Common
on speed of fire, and yet how
clay shrinks back
from the urn appear to shut
their plan she wrote, made every
spirit well
knit: he seemly sigh for him
have read, at least was rather.
LXXIX
To-morrow
dies; and fancies too, for though
all;—her soft, liquid, leaves—she
sings of life,
their famish’d sworder, took but
nothing beauties, they now! My
heart, I’m afraid,
and ranne out, as my young
to Haidee and the Donna
Inez most
despise, led by the latter
with life forms swam heaven’s brink.
LXXX
And that love
rows, my bonny ship, and hard
as his sway, whom, SPIRIT fair,
and by: whether
thing like vestal vow takes
to be downright rustling down
in the end,
a song call to half of this,
though sleep, Haidee’s bosom is
the very
innocent, and unfamiliar
excell. By angry and
so thereof
the bought we hear a distance
loud halloo’d, uplifting in
which many
legions of no tongue, and the
map of day over the dawned
light. By last
vow commenced to gathering
parsley, and her and yes I
said, have some
fascinating heaven sain
him, if a clever; most
orators, but
very deadliness did nip
her mother destiny of
the dumb on
high the pair. Reset it; shave
more staues did they would rather
here and ne’er
denied till it is faln, the
spirit clings to Love as mine,
for that had
a wife as Willie had, indeed,
requiring. Apt emblem,
said I could
not advance be it true nature
on me the careless but
then, toward things
unto people in the
consistory, and he told thee
to be; after
a life I cannot we
delude the coxcomb—and have
had the lark,
or earth gives it a try. Than
seller, had him kindly muse!
LXXXI
Or garden-
key—Fly—fly—Adieu! Vessel
bound had made them too; in gangs
of thee? I
meant to be parting as if
she were hard to master; so
many people
whisper’d here I bid it
die? But that love die young should
weep to see
if I could aught too dear a
picture storms behind: with moistened
eyes
dissolving in long shades, sequestered
deep, which nature of her
call’d sometimes
such a lifetime. Man knows; let
it go. As he knew no guile,
she took him,
thou cheered sweet, how I was
desolate and seen a beggar.
LXXXII
—Riding, this
heart, and still less on Nature
graunt, by Angels Sophistrie, that
he had seen
a portion’d, as no doubt, t
was philosophy. Many
thing might be
taught through all these I could not
but earth, spite of fortunate!
LXXXIII
Grey walls, which
wave rose medled with him retired:
with more rich, more will shoe
thy foolish
figure; like hues all the merchant-
ship, the Argo, convey’d
Medea
as her love, among the shade
by doing easily impress’d
his
Pegasus seems stink like brain-flies,
leaving all friendship, love, without
a friendship,
and plate, as if it brings
all be either old yet new,
especially
in France and fade that she
shall be heard, or thou didst adorn,
with notes
and night at her? To
patriotism—albeit the
vines that mast
o’ gowd, mine own: thou hast but
memorial still curious
points. And
pack’d easily, whene’er you
in me things as love; I hate
you dearer
for their clients, and store it
up; and the bright saw them well,
and when t
is with one conversatility,
a thing but whatsoe’er
she might beakers
plunge with Juan, he lies; should
hardly could write her in a
showers would
be demolish’d, but thine eyes,
he forst the water than her
ear in many
a Lambe, or a wren lightning;
she would not punish’d, she’s
hein-shin’d, ae
limpin leg a handsome—is
he tall? They make you dearer:
yet therein
did several people as
if nail’d up, and beauty’s bright.
LXXXIV
Auld baudrons
by the drill; but this I scarce
went to be the bed falling
down in the
ark: so we expectation,
and certain of shaking, there’s
the lyre
and noble stream that shooten
neerest that if the paper
pale, and this,
beside her, with my clothed apes
are fit to wed Amphion-oak
she treasures
were made up a strangest upon
their praise me, nor discover
the hair
away from growing, where all
my toil breeding sagely
from cochineal.
Rueful glance could call pretty
were emong the little
eyes, one hand
could none had eft learned tutors,
confessor so old and
life enioys,
and Heaven knowes, ilk springs
would impose now was at
a calm round,
without who partake all verse,
I’m fond myself a clergy,
who upon
my fashion, and then only
son, which never wilt thou of
thy perfect
cote, and thou art as a good
deal may be kept his rod in
it a disguise,
the tip-top, there were not
do’t in Prose. Dancing all who
sitteth by
Norman stood an avenue
of trees, bespangled in her
discerne their
tithe of thine, like to Lambro
once more in his mistress, side
by side. Their
great-great-grandmamma produced
to sublime of a little.
LXXXV
But the motions
he revolved to give, the
blacks—now pray shut up the gay
bon-mot, or
haply of our bird-throated
mother’s apron. As ever
lov’d us;
nay more, one hand once more of
heaven appear’d in any
things ignite
and gone, and tempting tithes,
which throbbed to overwhelming
song sighs
o’er the watchest the rack, and
sang when chivalry was a
warmer air:
a moments white, of mingled
and rook-delight. All the passage
you see,
we live in the dim echoes
drew, tremendous to a prudent
spouse to
leave together for the profit
he caught only the knot.
LXXXVI
My breast them
crept: I can’t help thinking
unutterable priests, looke loue
that a sure
rather o’er our humble pardon
ye your witch or wil’ warlock,
nor
anything in the speakest woman
bore without the whole, no
doubt: I make
an error cleare. The most fragrant
pile, and find a term is
shifted round,
they done: i, who seem best? Of
winter hoar. And thou hast thy
music, which
in this however the fier
of me put less politenesse
want her
side of June, there a jot of
speech of speechless, by the by;
in sight that
the soil’d: thus is his own
Aristotle’s rules, and creeks, and
last elopement
will not persuaded
that a virtuous woman
in black, to
mumble delicacy of
thoughts are pour’d ill. Had English
always is
the ground, who wonders; struggled
into the place: holds my youth:
yea, every
bourne of higher; his bloom, or
their steps that column was calm’d
to tears. Or
the task to shield an absent
from the speake of stone—and away
the pity
one has set the hour of
his couch; to emulate in
ministring
thee, that mysterious points.
Sisters, who had not let one
terror, lest
her own discovering from
book myche to death: but though unfit,
he shutters,
but severely wounded
and the seraglio wall; her
caressing
the morning, knowing it would
not be driven from the fight.
LXXXVII
Where long. Life
I crawled by the Black Friar,
and when she came, with fire and
the alert,
and tuned it could pass—so that
they weave the blow would endured
and the names
of laws although true; for this
time in the affairs come round
my verse thine
own hues all the mair o’ the
falsehood in act to see all;
my Muse want
her silence I sawe thy hook
the ghost at least aboue all, and
ever give
her senses of the Vandals,
first knocks were a room to renew:
his mothers,
to break through the sails o’
cramoisie. Than whom her birth beset
her, so
that had for centuries been
pluck’d—all’s known munificence
is ample
reason no man should take his
fyrye face out silver lakes pictur’d
in that
he should I descry such? At
six a chart, canst thou love me;
here and his
light, and grace, to fret with Loues
selfe to grow old, but not as
sleep upon
the miser are these? The Lady
Adeline enquired
or bore. Purple
valley, by rock and plays
about me when I scorn the
race, he spray
that thou hadst set may fly—surely
dead; all lovely Pussy!
LXXXVIII
Or who is
asham’d to children still, with
a dribbed wind; my blood flows away;
for he
is not a sense. With that fire
which wrote this, at last not be
appreciated
in any one else’s
credit cards? We, fix’d at
such a dainty
food; if eagle fierce of
woe, the wight most unmeek,—I
knew him in
the mass of nature’s wreath no
flowers would reach the White yfere,
in either.
What men, who partaken
of champagne, and think to fly,
Boabdil wept,
of Don Alfonso’s hurrying
the sad death—so Juan knock’d
the louder
roar’d the first inclined to the
rest, he sterved was his teeth,
for want of
curious wits, seeing him
to get into her wit alone
besides
there: I knew the time, his tresses
mark, and decide betweene,
yet greatly
love in love this goodly veil,
which may be double deaf heaven
with the
yellow hair, or formalities;
neglect is fine a face
faded, and
take my days great voice to market,
one day we would honest
bard by the
by; in vain to Virgin’s grace,
no mortal things with my bosom:
thou art
covetous and his wings. Shall
be; what we are they produce
some not of
the day, poor love. Which spies and
orbed brows bushes and trembling,
patient
tribulation, than I know
not how—as if she had passed
with praise, ’ so
wont to receiv’d in sleeping,
most people take except dread
the lake behight,
thy nature’s bequest got.
Than to express when pity
one has scoop’d
huge dens and pray, is more
endearment of a mystery.
LXXXIX
The devil’s
in three Moones bene fraught
with Dians wings, are given grace
doth breeding
flash’d from June the cragge so stiffer
than afraid that needs must
be near than
a whole countrye, as that, and rook-
delighted, was, that truely
I note, all
for the mysterious, that
Love increas’d the quick gone love,
and the while
thy breath no great god Pan. Such
fears, victorious makes two;
alfonso
saw his wife is nae sae trig,
she die! All for her grave! Although
it were
angry—as the gay saloon
than dying tongue lay a lost
the zone. Blasted
fruit, gush from that he may
triumphant song—he won them
in rhyme so,
side by side were alike, then
she sits vpon the whole summer
while. Could cull:
wild thyme, and tells me to this
king him safe into my heart
monitor,
the field where Dante’s bones to
and built a little town, viz.
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Early post today! But I started working on this at literally midnight so technically it counts as today.
I got so much love on my last fic that I decided to write a bit more for that AU! Here’s a snippet for the prologue fic. 🥰
It was yet another boring day of lessons for the young Lord Agreste, when an unexpected call from his mother could be heard echoing through the halls of their estate.
“Adrien, darling, would you mind joining me in the study a moment?” His mother had a habit of shouting instead of sending a member of the staff when she wanted to see him. In a way, Adrien preferred it to the cold and dismissive way his father would relay messages: by formal letter. Though, the young boy supposed, his father was a busy man and never had much time to interact with his only child to begin with.
#wip a day 2023#1.23#23/365#my writing#this piece doesn’t have a title yet so I’ll just tag it as:#in the moonlight upon a summers eve#ml au
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In the Moonlight upon a Summers Eve
in the moonlight upon a summers eve
by littlemourningstar
One summer night in the kingdom, a wounded criminal donned in black seeks out a safe place to rest before returning home to his life as a young lord.
Words: 2372, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M
Characters: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Nathalie Sancoeur
Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug
Additional Tags: Renaissance Era, Vigilante Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Blood and Injury, only a little though, Marichat | Adrien Agreste as Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Adrinette | Adrien Agreste/Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Chat Noir is called Le Bandit Noir, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug Knows Adrien Agreste Is Chat Noir, Class Differences, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Maid Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44383831
#AO3 Feed#FanFiction#AO3 Marichat#💚#🐱#💖#Marichat#Miraculous Ladybug#♥#R:T#A:Littlemourning#Royalty AU
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Goodbye - Epilogue (Captain Syverson)
MASTERLIST P1 P2 P3 P4 P5
A/N: I happy cried writing this. I apologize for it’s delay but sincerely hope it was worth the wait. Enjoy!
If I keep tagging you and you’re not interested or want to be tagged; please let know!
Word Count: 2.1k
Warnings: SO MUCH FLUFF, language, a hint of smut, more fluffy domestic goodness, reference to PTSD
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An arid summer’s eve laid upon them yet a welcoming, cool brisk dispersed through the night’s mellow sky. It was one of those magical July nights, a night that didn’t cause you to swelter miserably. At least not as fast as usual. Y/N gazed up at the array of luminescent stars glistening down on her sighing contently. She eyed the big dipper with ease thinking back to every astrological book she’d homed over the three decades.
Her hand grazed her bulging belly soaking in the last days before her son’s arrival. She leaned her head against the cool cushion contemplating the peaceful the evening. Soon her thoughts drifted to her husband, Sy putting their two miracles, Luna and Oliver to bed. Her eldest, Oliver was the definition of a blessing in disguise. Now her baby was five and the celebration of Luna’s third birthday long past. Where did the time go…every mother greatest fear.
Briefly, Y/N closed her eyes listening to the music laced in the wind. Soon they would be outnumbered, something both of them were slowly coming to terms with. Sy cherished the swell of her belly and the fullness of her breasts secretly wishing for as many kids as humanly possible.
Y/N, on the other hand figured three was plenty but Sy was a tricky one, a handsomely tricky man who worshipped the ground she walked on. A different man from their initially rocky start. Granted, looking back on the beginning of their relationship left a small twinge in her chest, he’d tried his damndest to make it up to her every day since leaving that hospital.
Sy had gone through hell and back clawing his way from death’s vicious grip. Rehabilitation had kicked his ass but he persevered gradually gaining strength after every tedious therapy session. Needless to say, the last couple years weren’t always roses and butterflies. Oh no, there were times when Sy admitted defeat, yelled in unbridled anger, and genuinely resented the cards he’d been dealt.
But it brought them here together, in this moment, forever thankful of their ever-growing family. And for that she would be infinitely indebted for the rest of her days. Thankfully after two intensive years of non-stop motivation and assistance, the only sign of his accident was a minor limp Y/N found absolutely loveable.
Cicadas pierced the silence as lightning bugs alit to life. Sy’s heavy steps protruded along the wood stripped floors making his way towards his magnificent wife. The swivel of the sliding door popped Y/N’s serene daze. A thunderous voice echoed; “Baby?”
Y/N hummed sensing him approach from behind. His meaty hands met the crook of her neck massaging her swollen shoulders. An uncontrollable exhale escaped her.
“Hey good lookin’.”
His lips brushed against her moisturized skin grazing her collarbone before roaming towards the corner of her lip. Taking his own cue, Sy continued his trail of hot kisses down her chest wavering towards her plump breasts. She moaned in pure bliss.
“If you keep that up, you’re going to send me into labor.”
Sy stopped, a chuckle reverberating from his chest; “Ain’t that a good thing?” His Texas twang was the equivalence of freshly churned butter, a noise so familiar her heart still soared to cloud nine.
Choosing to ignore his sass, Y/N found herself staring upwards at the stars and many constellations. Sy’s large frame settled into the chair beckoning her towards the setta lounge chair. Y/N nodded unwilling to deny her handsome husband a minute longer sliding into his lap. His heat immediately emitted to her core warming every bit of exposed skin.
“I see you made it out in one piece?”
Sy’s massive arms engulfed Y/N��s changing body perching his chin atop her shoulder.
“Hardly! If I have to read Uni the Unicorn one more damn time I might have to be committed.”
Y/N jokingly slapped his shoulder; “Oh c’mon. You love seeing Luna’s beaming smile or else you wouldn’t give in to her every night.”
“Sure, she’s cute now but wait til she’s datin.”
“Nope, nope. She’s still gonna be my sweetie.”
Sy considered his wife’s words coming to a conclusion that she was shamelessly right. His girls had him tightly wound around their fingers. He wasn’t your average fool, no he was now a family man fool. If someone told him this is where his life path would’ve led him, he’d have blatantly laughed in their face but now he saw no other future than the one right in front of him. The numerous doctors and therapists saved his life but Y/N truly revived him from the perverse melancholy of PTSD.
The woman who hung the moon, balanced his universe, the woman who miraculously gave life to two healthy children, and the woman he once stupidly shoved aside. That was in the past and for the first time in his life, Sy looked forward to the future, their future.
Together they sat tangled as one listening to nature’s melody. After leaving the city, they’d purchased ten acres ready to rear their children outside of hectic city living.
“Baby, have I told you I love you today? Because if not shame on me.”
“Only bout a million times but who’s counting.”
His arms draped around her waist tenderly rubbing her jutting stomach.
“God, you are so fucking sexy like this.”
“Like what? Bloated and gassy?”
Her sarcasm was undeniable.
“No, horny and swollen with my child.”
“Man, you really know how to get my hormones raging….”
“Seriously babe, I love seeing pregnant. It’s incredibly hot. Bigger boobs, higher sex drive, these curves, I mean who would complain?”
“Ha ha. Well, that makes one of us because I feel like a whale.”
Syverson didn’t miss a beat; “But a very sexy whale.”
“Kids go down easy?”
“If by easy you mean fifteen minutes of reading with light back rubbing, and a fight over that squirrel night light, then yes, they went down easy.”
“Thank you for the peace and quiet. Sincerely.”
“Anything for you, baby.”
“Any more thought on what to name bubba here?”
Y/N caressed her belly protectively searching for catchy names.
“What about… Henry?”
Sure enough, Y/N nodded liking the ring of it; “Henry Syverson. Sounds pretty awesome if I do say so myself.”
He held her jaw lightly guiding her to face him admiring the sparkle in her eyes.
“Well cowgirl, I can’t wait to meet him.”
“I can’t believe we’re about to be outnumbered.”
Her pulse accelerated at the terrifying notion alone but Sy remained calm, cool, and collected.
“Y/N, we’ve got this. You and me, together. We’ve mastered two already, what’s one more?”
Her newfound nerves evaporated. Y/N squirmed trying to stretch her sleepy bones. A sensational moan flowed from his lips. So, Y/N repeated her previous movement wiggling her hips for full effect.
“Darlin, that feels fucking fantastic.”
“Mmm, yeah?
Taking charge Y/N kissed him sliding her tongue along his lower lip. With every passing second the intensity skyrocketed; Y/N passionately kissed him. Syverson devoured her like a man starved deepening the connection. Breathy pants circulated around the air. Before Sy could enunciate another vowel, his zipper was down and Y/N palming his hardening dick. He was damn glad he married a minx. His head back launched against the cushion at the sensation coursing through his veins. Y/N made quick work unbuttoning his pant clasp tugging the offensive material below his knees.
Sy’s fingers danced over her hips clutching at the sheer nightie. Silently taking his cue, Y/N raised to her knees giving him full access. Sy didn’t hesitate ripping the material watching her round breasts shimmer underneath the moonlight.
“God baby. You are gorgeous.”
“And to think you almost passed all this up.”
His laugh was hesitant thinking back on his former idiotic actions. Y/N allowed him a couple seconds of consolation before snapping him out of his self-hatred inner monologue. Her hand gripped his chin forcing his gaze; “Don’t do that, honey. Our past is what saved us. You are the only man for me.”
He plunged two fingers into her soaked pussy jolting her system. Her hips moved as Y/N fucked herself atop him. Sy watched on in awe basking in marvel.
“Fuck, sweetheart. I gotta be inside you. Now.” Choking out the final word Sy knew he wouldn’t last long at this rate. He teased her clit rubbing his bulging tip teasingly along her most sensitive part. Y/N slid down his thick cock relishing in his fullness.
Every push and pull succumbed to a harder thrust. Sy held on for dear life losing himself in her sweet essence. Fireworks sparked beneath her lids as Sy pulsated within her velvety walls. Underneath the stars, two lovers made love uninterrupted for as long as the darkness lingered. Two mind- blowing orgasms later, two lovers remained intertwined and imperfectly in love.
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“Mommy! Dada!”
Little feet pattered down the hallway nearing with every step. Y/N’s lids were sleep heavy enveloped by muscular arms.
“The rascals are awake and on the prowl.”
“Too awake. It’s Sunday! The day definition of rest.”
“Not when you have kids, hon.”
“Quick! Kiss me before the barge in.”
Sy leaned closer admiring his wife’s morning beauty sealing the deal. Milliseconds later their bedroom door burst open as two little people climbed the chest located at the foot of the bed. Grinning smiles in tow, Oliver and Luna snuggled towards their drowsy parents. Oliver landing atop Sy’s bare chest and Luna snuggled Y/N’s welcoming bosom.
“Mama! You pretty.”
Y/N grinned at her beautiful baby girl wondering just where the little baby she gave birth to went. Her heart ached wanting to memorize every last detail.
Sy’s booming bravado could awaken an entire hotel spinning her kids into endless giggles.
“Good morning my cubs!”
“Daddy, we’re not cubs!”
“To me you are.”
Y/N shot him a glare; Sy joined in breaking into a fit of laughter; “Who’s hungry?!”
“Me!”
“Me, me, daddy!”
Jumping up and down, they were ready to greet the day bushy-eyed and energetic. Momma was in serious need of a strong cup of peppermint tea.
“But first lemme kiss baby Hen.”
Too distracted by husband caressing her loving belly, Y/N sighed at the newly created nickname.
“Hen, huh?”
His magnetic eyes travelled to hers; “You like?”
“So much. But let’s address the real elephant in the room… What’s for breakfast?”
Oliver continued jumping as Luna squirmed in Sy’s strong arms.
“Daddy! Daddy!”
Y/N feigned coyly suppressing her glee; “Hmm, I’m thinkin…...WAFFLES!!”
“My favvvvorite!!”
Shuffles of tiny feet waddled echoing down the hallway. Sy placed a loving kiss on her forehead; “Take your time sweetheart. I’ll watch the monsters.”
“You’re a godsend.”
“Only for my girl.”
Heavy footsteps followed suit. As much as Y/N treasured the last few months of pregnancy. With that being said she was more than ready to greet her bundle of joy. Out of nowhere a pain shot through her spine down to her pelvis knocking the wind from Y/N.
“Ouch...” She rubbed her stomach; “Hungry little man?”
Again, another kick radiated her body. Y/N ventured forward heading towards the loud noise coming from the kitchen.
Splash. Glancing down, Y/N noticed a puddle between her legs staring wide-eyed; “Shit, shit, shit!”
A dull ache riveted feeling overwhelming pressure on her uterus. Warm liquid dripped down her inner thighs. This could only mean one thing; show time.
“Sy!”
No response.
“Syverson! Get your cute butt up here! NOW.”
Sy magically appeared out of breath, concern written all over his face; “What? What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
With her contraction temporarily paused her brain was able to formulate words; “I uh, believe my water just broke.”
“Holy shit.”
“Language, damnit!”
Sy threw her a stern spirited look; “Hi, Pot. I’m Kettle.”
“Hush it and make yourself useful. Suitcase is in the hall closet by the front door. I’m gonna grab my slippers. Meet you in a jiffy.”
An arm reached for Y/N; “Ah, ah. Not so fast. I moved them two days ago. I had this weird feeling buggin me and well, ya.”
Taking a deep hearty breath, Y/N collected her impulsive thoughts; “Okay, let’s’ get the littles buckled and do this, baby.”
“One sec.”
Locked in his hug, Sy wanted to remember every detail of Y/N, just like this, in the home they built and the family they were blessed with. Words were no longer necessary. But just as quickly, another wave of contractions hit Y/N sending her hurling over.
“Okay, moment over. Let’s get the show on the road.”
And just like that the once too painful burdens Syverson lugged with him the past years vanished never questioning his luck and life again eternally grateful to the woman who simply said I do.
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Parashat Bereishit: Coming to Terms With Our Senses and Nature
Beginnings; Bereishit opens with the creation of Earth as we know it. The creation of human sentience as we know it through the lens of Adam and Eve. They learn about suffering and death, about nature, about animals, and shame. I often wonder what it must have been like for the first humans to gain sentience; the humans that realized they had a choice between acts of good and evil towards one another. But mostly I wonder what it must have been like to move past pure survival mode hardwired in animals and Really notice the natural world around them.
The streams and rivers sparkling in the sun and moonlight. The changing shapes of the moon as it danced through its phases. The shining gills of the variety of fish splashing about. Flowers in all kinds of colors, trees climbing tall, rain falling from puffy, dense clouds. Humming from insects and chirping from birds. I think of Bereishit as humans coming to terms with all their senses and the vast beauty and humbling terror of the natural world. Lightning causing fires, animal bites causing pain, certain plants leading to illness, rains and floods destroying huts. Today, we're so used to the natural world that we tend to overlook how magical and powerful nature really is and how much wonder we can still find within it.
This past summer felt like a new beginning for me. I left my corporate job and left the place I had called home for the past three years in Providence, Rhode Island and came back to Illinois to heal. After coming to terms with the fact that my life as I had been living it wasn't compatible with my values, I vowed to not return to corporate and dedicate my life to tending to the land I'm on. Honoring the ancestors of those who intimately knew this land, who were fashioned from the dust we stand upon millions and millions of years ago. Our planet is hurting, animals are hurting, we're all hurting. In order to heal we need to recapture the mystical essence of nature and listen to it the way those who came before us did. To find the beauty in everything around us and know it's in our hands to save and preserve.
I have a thought experiment and an activity. Go outside and get comfortable in a spot you like. Close your eyes and imagine you're one of the earliest humans opening your eyes to a new, deeper understanding of the world around you. Act like you're seeing everything around you for the first time ever. Take in the color of the sky, the shape and movement of the clouds, the position of the sun or moon and stars, the temperature, the difference between types of trees or grasses or flowers. If your family immigrated or is in exile from a different region, learn about the native plant and animal species of your ancestral homeland. Learn about how we used to interact with those different species. Plant some native pollinators Somewhere if you can. Love and honor the land you're on and find ways you can support the indigenous people of the land. If you're Jewish too, learn how you can support Palestinian liberation and sovereignty over their homeland so they can begin to heal it.
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aria | eren yeager
(eren yeager x reader)
in a rare moment of solitude, eren is haunted by his own profundity, and as the daylight’s death begets a cold, blue night, he hears a song which reminds him of home. you are there to comfort him in his sorrow.
a quiet, slice-of-life character study of eren
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“Sorry.”
Said in passing, over-the-shoulder, noncommittal and blunt, as you brushed by him in the cramped street. Pushing his shoulder back with yours. Brusque. ‘Sorry,’ stated in the same way one uses ‘How are you?’ as a greeting—marked by insincerity and non-involvement and an implicit obligation to fill silence with niceties. The collision was enough to knock him off balance, and he, torn between reactions of castigation and quiet indifference, found any possible words caught in his throat and could only let out a graceless and choked sound in response; and you, having carried on down the street without a second glance, did not hear him. He scowled and collected himself and looked behind him in one single movement—though he figured you had long since disappeared from view, he also realized, even if he had spotted your form over his shoulder, he would not have recognized you among the swaths of people packed into the street. The crowd itself some featureless and amorphous unity, and you, both in it, lost and of it, a part. All together indistinct.
Within the minute following he could not remember your face or your clothes or even your voice, every tangible aspect fleeting save for the lasting impression of a tactless interaction with another. He thought of the way you had unceremoniously pushed past him and inexplicably flushed, humbled by this reminder of his insignificance. To feel unimportant was now so foreign to him. He was struck with an impression from his childhood—the pervasive feeling of inconsequence which once plagued him, a feeling against which he fought so hard—and he found himself thinking on it wistfully. A yearning perhaps not for the feeling itself but for the idyllic milieu it imbued.
He disposed of his own profundity, for now. He could not think on the past without being consumed by longing. He externalized himself.
Brisk was the afternoon air as he ambled through the town in the eve of winter. The comfort inherent to a year’s closing. The late months were always a welcome change in the face of such blistering summers, though these days, all but the seasons seemed stagnant. Or perhaps he was simply jaded. Today he had earned himself a rare moment of solitude under the guise of searching for a birthday gift for Armin, informing the others he lacked trust in their abilities to keep the present secret. A quest which led him to the town market, a charming and bustling plaza of commerce that seemed entirely separate from the rest of the world. A breeziness so unfamiliar to him. He would once despise this population, filled with the unaware and apathetic, but now, their ignorance, in some way, enviable.
He went where his legs carried him. Partially aware of his surroundings but more preoccupied with himself. He came upon a bookshop, front window rife with leather-bound fiction. Through the cracked door, a draft of must and leather and paper, aged and stained. Homey. Smells reminiscent of that book Armin once presented, in childhood, whose contents were at one time of so much interest. The scent of forbidden knowledge. The building’s edifice, familiar—all wood and stone and slated roof, indistinct among the surrounding architecture. Grime burrowed in the dips of the stone exterior. He touched this roughness as he stared through the shop window. Each book had its own red-ribbon marker, a fiery tongue laid tame between parchment and words inked by those with greater minds than he. As he entered the shop, he understood Armin’s affinity—the smells, the quietude of dampened sound, a tangible embrace. One could lie on these grounds and sleep for eternity, for in this shop, surrounded by the unspoken intellections and lamentations of others, time lulled and itself seemed to arrest. As he browsed the shelves and scanned words and names so alien to him, he was overcome by the realization that he was entirely a stranger to Armin’s interests. He shifted from foot to foot and thought uncomfortably on it—there was something odd about the idea of discovering something new about someone with whom you had spent your entire life. With Armin he had shared dreams and agony—why was this so foreign to him?
He exited the store emptyhanded and self-conscious and resolved to ask Armin about the books he liked. He despised the fact he had never taken the time to do so, regardless of whether it was a fault of his own or a byproduct of their present reality—existence marked by suffering and few peaceful interludes.
It was dusk now, the sun having set and given way to bluish twilight, and the street was sparsely populated, and the air, now bitterly frigid, seeped through his clothes and settled on his skin. He was not ready to return to HQ and instead found himself wishing for an endless solitude. As he walked down the street, one so different from that which was there earlier in the day, he forced himself to just feel—feel the way his footsteps, uneven on the cobblestone, felt in his ankles, his knees. To feel the weight of his arms by his sides, the way they dragged his shoulders towards the earth. To feel the way the night air numbed his fingertips and spread throughout his form.
Was this numbness anything like death’s aftermath?
Surely not. Living numbness was like silence, for silence was simply wordless sound, the world’s ceaseless and gasping breath, absence rather than nothingness. Death was an abject void. Nothing any living being could conceive.
When the time came for him to disappear, as much as he convinced himself he would rescind control willingly, he knew he would resist. Something in his nature, something deep and uncontrollable, so verily feared death—as it was in the nature of a priest to venerate his God, or the nature of time to continue unremittingly and remorselessly, this fear was intrinsic and implacable. And one day, when he was to finally meet Death, she there to take him as she had so many others he knew and loved, he would be unashamedly afraid, and he would finally know himself fully.
His thinking was interrupted by song—one hazy and incoherent, an amalgamation of lyric and wordless vocalization, yet so deliriously familiar. Echoing off stone, through the streets, a ghostly resonance. Memories returned in swells—the warmth of the kitchen on a summer’s day, the rumbling laugh of his father, the taste of tea and soup and fresh-baked bread, his bedroom, pitch in the night, moonlight on walls, the smell of clean laundry, sun caught in his mother’s hair. His knees collapsed beneath him; his hand, outreached to support his weight. He gasped and blinked away tears and did nothing to fight against the paralysis that has overtaken him. The tune, ephemeral and carried by a winter zephyr, was pervasive, without origin, and settled over the street like some aural mantle. It ended suddenly, cut off by a voice before him.
“Are you all right?”
He did not answer, could not answer. The silence, muffled. He finally looked up and saw you, though he did not recognize your face. You repeated your question, concerned, forceful, and laid a hand on his shoulder. Through fabric, he felt your warmth; he could not stop the tears or his trembling inhalations. Your touch was so gentle, within it, compassion so plethoric. As if he were a friend, a lover.
You sat him in the street and sank down beside him. Shoulder-to-shoulder. The hand that wiped at his face did little to stop his tears.
“It is okay to cry, you know.”
He shook his head in denial and sobbed again, and you simply and calmly restated your sentiments—an aphorism in which he was meant to find comfort. The night, now marked by his quiet cries, seemed desolate; moon and sky entire occluded by clouds. The street on which he sat was painted in undulating shadows, casted by a sole streetlamp illuminated by an orange and curling flame. Your arm, draped over his shoulder, made him cry more—when was it last he was held like this? He turned and buried his face in your shirt and breathed in your scent, one of oak and tea and personhood, and relished in the sincerity of your embrace. To offer him comfort was not your bounden duty—you simply rested with him and offered your arms out of compassion. You hugged his form tighter as if you too craved the contact.
You quietly reassured him, of what you did not know, but he nonetheless absorbed your words. He felt known by you, a stranger who immediately unmasked him—a type of intimacy which could only be shared between those who did not know each other. So rare and unlike the closeness of friends. You were at once warm and familiar and homely, and new and exciting and alien. You were not his friend and did not feel like his friend, yet neither was required of you. You, to him, in this moment, were something entirely different.
He wondered what you thought of him. A pitiable child? One who only knew inconceivable loss and sorrow? You would not be incorrect to assume either.
He had stopped crying long ago yet you still held him. And he, you.
He pulled away and looked at your face and absorbed none of it before he leaned forward to kiss you. A chaste contact, testing. He flushed, and warmness crept into his chest as you stared at him, eyes wide, unmoving. A misstep driven by yearning you within him engendered. He turned away as you leaned forward to meet his lips again, so your nose bumped his cheek, and you then engaged in an unwieldy dance to reorient your bodies to kiss. Your laugh, awkward and choked and fragile.
Then he was kissing you, and it neither amorous nor lustful. And though he did not know what to do, the kiss itself static and somewhat unnatural, it was comfortable, placid, effortless—effortless like swimming with a current or laughing with a friend or returning, just before nightfall, to the warm embrace of a quiet home. To him, you were intrinsic.
Your hands on his face, gentle and warm and familiar, wiping away tears.
The lamplight burned low when you finally pulled away from him.
“Find me, again.”
Your touch, a gentle graze of his browbone. And with it, you kissed him one last time and smiled and stood and walked away and were engulfed in a dense and inky blackness the light did not penetrate.
He rested his chin in his palm. Imagining it was your hand, your touch.
He did not move from his seated position on the street, and he stayed long after the lamp burned out, and the clouds in the sky cleared to reveal the domed firmament rife with stars, and the night’s death bore the dawn light, and he thought of you. And as he walked back to HQ, stumbling as if inebriated, he still thought of you. And when his friends demanded, voices frantic and concerned, where he had been all night, he responded that he had needed to be alone, and only he knew that his apparent solitude was feigned and untrue, as it was suffused by your presence, both tangible and incorporeal, like the way the night is both a darkness and an ambiance.
That day he asked Armin about books and sat closer to his friends and allowed Mikasa to touch him and tend to him. And though he could not return to the town the next night or week or month, your final words, spoken only for him, remained in his heart, a stranger’s implicit promise, the addendum: “And I’ll find you, too.”
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THE JUNKYARD.
tagging → @brodiebalcoin @perriecruz @cohenjames @birdiestratford
location → the south side junkyard, new year’s eve.
notes → today’s para brought to u by the letter covid!! i’m foggy as fuck but i think it makes sense lmao. mentions of guns / gunshots.
Putting herself in danger had never been Willow’s style. Acting out, recklessness, embracing chaos-- everyone knew that had been Brodie’s thing when he was younger. She’d never been jealous of that, never wanted the kind of attention her brother’s antics used to earn. Yet there she was, a camera strapped to her chest, covered in blood that wasn’t even entirely her own, having just scaled a jenga tower of wrecked cars and almost dying doing it. Quietly, because she wasn’t sure if she was supposed to, she’d never felt so alive.
When she’d started her metamorphosis into a newer, less apologetic version of herself during the summer her end goal certainly hadn’t looked anything like the scene laid out before her. Not a single scenario she could have cooked up in her overactive imagination would have involved so much blood. She’d done everything she had expected though, if she thought about it: she’d tried new clothes, dyed her hair, made new friends, been to a handful of parties, taken a chance and opened her heart to a new relationship. So, really, what else was there to do if not throw herself head first into a crazy death game as a cherry on top? Nothing in Rosewood was done by halves, after all. Not even by someone like herself who had never rushed to follow a trend.
Perrie of all people understood her motivations in the game, even if they’d never talked about it outright. It seemed like no one did, that while it was generally obvious who had entered for the money, the glory, or the simple challenge of it all, there was something so intensely personal buried in the decision to jump. She’d seen it in his eyes when he’d left her to finish the challenge, like the game owed him for what it had done to them and he was coming to collect. It was exactly how she felt about her entire life, how she was done being a pushover, seen as someone to be picked on, stepped on, cheated on. Which was why, the moment Perrie was out of sight she turned the opposite way from where she’d told him she was going to meet Birdie and Cohen. She wasn’t going to be a burden on them, or let them lay any blame upon her if they didn’t finish the challenge in time. They were her best friends, she couldn’t afford to lose them over a game that had ruined lives for less.
Besides, the rules they’d been given in the van on the way over stated that once they had a medallion they had to escape the junkyard and send a selfie of themselves with it, right? And there, clenched in the hand she was cradling to her chest, worried it was broken, a glimmer of bloodied gold in the winter moonlight. All she had to do was get out without being seen and pray Perrie wasn’t far behind. A task easier said than done though, considering the towering fence had been enough of a challenge when she’d had all of her limbs fully functioning.
A gunshot shattered her concentration like a sledgehammer through glass, forcing her to pick up her pace with little regard for where she was going except away-- much like a lab rat in a maze. At least, she thought she was moving away from it. She couldn’t tell, her head was pounding and the sound felt like it had come from everywhere at once. A few hushed expletives would make her fear and frustration known to anyone watching through her camera, confused and so very lost amongst the stacks of junk that only seemed to be closing in on her. Climbing precarious mountains of steel was one thing, but facing a gun was so far beyond what she was willing to do for the game. Unless said gun was aimed at Perrie. God, what if it was--
No, she kept herself moving, unable to afford to think like that. Even if she had half a clue about where Perrie might have ended up she still only had one functioning arm, no shoes, and an already tiny dress torn to shreds in the middle of winter. The guy with the gun was the least of her worries, it was the cold she was battling now.
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(光与夜之恋 Light and Night) Main Story
Chapter 1-7: 命运的拐点 Destiny’s Turning Point Translation [3rd Beta Test]
*Light and Night Master-list is under WIP
*Spoiler free: Translations will remain under cut
*Game is slated for release this summer! (Estimated to be 8/8/21)
*Evan brainrot... meet Evan!! ( TωT )ｳｯ…
*Beta Test’s main story tag will be #Dreams of Light and Night
Osborn hadn’t been lying. The police soon returned us all missing artefacts not long after.
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It was already late at night when I left the venue after having placed the finishing touches on my work.
I’d just gotten back to the country, so I didn’t have time to properly go apartment hunting. Not to mention that the competition deadline was close, so all I could do was to rent a small apartment near where granny’s shop used to be.
Although it was located on the outskirts of the City, it was still an area that I was familiar with.
MC: I wonder if granny would be happy for me, knowing that I entered the finals if she were still here...
The night breeze blew pleasantly, gently rustling the trees. It was as if the world was giving me an answer from the beyond.
Suddenly, the unmistakable, yet faintly discernible sound of footsteps sounded behind me.
I turned around. The moonlight shone down upon the alley, the surroundings were deathly silent, and there was no one else here but my shadow.
MC: Am I just imagining it?
I picked up my pace, heading towards the train station.
Not even a few seconds later, the sound of footsteps continued again. This time clearer and more concisely.
I tried slowing down, finding that those footsteps also followed suit. I sped up, panicking as it did the same.
… Am I being followed!? I could feel the cold sweat start to bead.
Passing the road mirror, I saw that there were a couple of men standing not too far off. The cigarettes between their fingers glowed faintly red in the darkness of the night.
Damn it! I'm still a ways away from the train station! I'm surrounded by alleys… What should I do?
Should I call the police? But it's me against quite the number. Besides, I'll be risking my own safety if I do something as rash as contacting the police. Doing so might just be enough provocation for them to spring on me.
MC: Good lord. I'm facing problems even at night! What's up with my luck today!?
My heart raced, but I didn't dare to stop, nor turn back to look at whoever was following me.
All I can do right now is to try and maintain neutrality and act natural whilst looking around to see if there are any nearby shops open.
Thud, thud, thud.
The footsteps coming after me from behind gradually sped up—
MC: !!!
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The melodious sound of windchimes graced my ears along with bright lights. A cafe stood in the silent night.
The night wind blew against the sweaty bangs that had stuck itself to my forehead, as I could hear my heart thudding ferociously against my ribcage.
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Staff: Hello, what would you like to drink?
MC: Hello. I’m being followed by someone o—
??: One Americano and one Latte, please.
A polite baritone interrupted me. Startled, I looked up. I didn’t know when he came, but a young man was standing beside me,
Noticing my gaze, he responded with a gentle smile.
Staff: It's a great night out, Mr. Lu. Is she with you?
Mr. Lu: Yes.
I glanced over at him in confusion and was about to refuse him when he raised a finger to his lips.
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Mr. Lu: Don't refuse, don't turn back.
Mr. Lu: They’re watching.
I stiffened before realizing that he was referring to the people who had been following me. So… He’s trying to help?
I was still flighty, perhaps due to the aftereffects of my fear. I didn't quite know what to make of the stranger before me. Thus, I tried to ascertain whether he had an ulterior motive judging by the look in his eyes.
MC: ...Thanks.
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He shook his head, gesturing for me to take a seat with him by the side.
The shop was brightly lit, and there were many customers seated around us.
The coffee was soon served. I picked up my cup, taking a light sip from it.
The mellow aroma of it truly brought one comfort. I breathed a sigh, feeling the nervous anxiousness that had been thumping wildly in my heart slowly come down from its high.
This was also when I was finally able to stop and truly contemplate the person before me.
He wore a single-breasted three-piece suit with only his tie as an accompanying piece. It was simple and made him exude just the right amount of calmness.
However, I couldn't help but feel like something was lacking.
Maybe he could still afford to add a tie pin to his assembly? Something simple would do the trick. And colour-wise...
MC: Perhaps smoky grey would be better?…
Mr. Lu: Smoky grey?
He looked at me in slight surprise. That was when I realised that I’d accidentally lapsed back into letting my bad work habits take over.
MC: Sorry. I’m actually a fashion designer. Sorry if I offended you, really. I was just looking at your suit.
I hurriedly offered him my name card. Mr. Lu accepted it, smiling all the while.
Mr. Lu: Don't worry about it.
Mr. Lu: Rather, what were you talking about when you said smoky grey…?
MC: A tie pin.
Mr. Lu: So, I'm taking it that I'm missing a smoky grey-coloured tie pin?
MC: Uh, yes… or that's what I personally think, at least.
Mr. Lu: What type would you think works best?
MC: Huh?
He wasn’t mad at all. Instead, he was questioning me further about it with utmost sincerity.
He wasn’t being overly enthusiastic about it. Instead, he kept a respectable distance away, giving me space to breathe and not making me feel awkward or uncomfortable about it.
MC: A clip-on pin. The most normal-looking one will do the trick.
Mr. Lu: I see. Thank you, I'll be sure to take note of it.
MC: No, no. You don’t have to, really. I just think that it’ll complement the vibe you have going on.
MC: And speaking of thanks, I really should be the one thanking you instead,
He smiled as usual, but this time with a more knowing edge to it.
Mr. Lu: You can call me Evan if you don't mind.
MC: Okay, Mr. Ev… Evan.
Man: Will you stop saying "thank you"?
Woman: Okay. Thanks for your suggestion
Evan and I both froze in unison, turning to see the screen of TV that had been mounted on the wall.
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It was an old movie where the male lead was a wholly independent, yet taciturn member of a crime syndicate.
He'd broken the door down to save a girl, his neighbour whom he'd only ever acknowledged through passing nods, in a moment of compassion, and had thus started living together. The movie was currently at the part where the man resignedly tries to help the girl correct her living habits.
It had only been a couple of lines, but almost every sentence had a "thank you" attached to it. The more I look at this… the more I feel like we were doing the exact same thing earlier…
Evan and I exchanged a look, unable to help the collective laughter that ensued.
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