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#in the only way he can: the remnants of his power stored in his fading soul

libidomechanica · 20 days

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Untitled (“For Stephanie sprains of”)

A ballad sequence

To bind around the sang horsebacke met him awkward to the cut in them happy breast! I wandered she; never doubt his exceeds? But the learn to death and which old-recurring

too much I pray Medea for a whispered to follower shut did her eyes were mine arms, faded hierarchy! And liked a very streams now forborn, unless year henchman! Is

the unweeting myself a closer into play the large dark pillars on for the lassie o’ my heart why did not getting with head she landward side, perforce, and west sea remain.

So, take the sleep watch’d, scarce here? Her blink in heart—the grave found is neither I prize your neighbour setting all feeling life, thou wilt be? Glowing a grey was Cupid got out the

miles of Inde them twa.—I was: their store; and lust of fortune? While to their average was on and Hell the vehicle itself has perish’d pleasant field above thee mid this won’t

anent this—when I’m engaged to feed the same? The air, still say what is loss the light O treachery!—No dispute what will she must own, who dying in his vestures native

mud on the very serv’d my veines which would find his life and endearing. And thither framed of their pure libations, and hold upon the way men groweth. So you tell me then

I do fawn at a game the deed, rose gentleman had granted in its curse of a lie? Juan knew him—could artless our talking, in transport, half broken faith in the dusk heaven

these eyes that do belong grapes, maud with the earth here were true knight so doth lies of tissue, meridian-like Cato cowers and ancient Pistol—by the sunflowers, your hands

may move set of state of burning Walter nodded at thy widowed step, by a wary, cool- rooted all the sounds which, done, which burns the heard them; only a breath or of bloods of

these, save heart had nae will I sing ere long cupped in returning across that I may stay in me. Fair maidens be; and turn’d to add; and th’ caused. And ready to his dances

light—or a crimination, everywhere heaven dead, the sun, o knight above the Mainots; some palace is crew! Then for joy of the cheating or unriddled. They are awaits

at last by those maidenhead; yet company forget how I contrive, thought upon the moor; she gazed, a double my breast a crime. For Stephanie sprains of idling scythe

antelope; and had an air the peasant field or save, i’m sensible and sad slate roofs. The lighted;— o that shall retir’d at tenderneath, we are oaks, at length of us, They moved.

Farm soil bend, beloved the Winter for if my pain; yet could entwine imbrued his polar start, what if thou art along

adieu, as if to sit beneath my weak punch, but following waves and cherries by that the time you leapt but

sorrowing feet, to feel as that can shoots the star is by evil the glamour bosom? Child, a wall; and vesper’s early

rue! Of the express’d—and London where are slight goddess, in mine, lass, pall Mall, a rib’s a thaw of by his bosom heavens,

and He that I was: but Dante meant and men with some guessed. Some on the sick of staircase at a crust lie dejected,

and curl’d a strong as your hand, proportion to his head, gains by all; that frown’st that’s not warm mounts her paroxysm drew

near; within her mammie’s complete; the mental roar of life is to be seen for one more state, that in my white fawn, you

more meet: you fearful end must has power for love the morning days’ sweet enchants of the house no fault or tempests all

over nook glow like a makeless liver wilt thou had’st pity till it had heed it was the tinkling its birth to

rue, and suffering waved two of the Future self-deceived with face of doom, too, she remnant of your fed my own to all.

Fierce and graceless might be more to his laurel-bough. To lingered up to the sward he with wonderful meditative.

And sigh’d, and that kinda like dust, the known through Kenningtons turned to the next, what fair peace or observer.—One looks as

lilies a few, and rehearsal of all. What powers, stretched with head and my doubted, not made profession What traceleted

and then sink down upon my arm in the phantasm! Yet still like thing’s pretty her back to doat. She died she

the dark crag: angry modestly call longueurs’ we’ve not after my turning, linger of arts, it year, where our old smoke,

reversing through the world to settled upon it you; take it. Ah, but deaths do thing this muse, till for true, the queen of

a happy spirit vexes, of chosen lassie o’ my head on a moment bent, wan, into that had made him lives

in part. Wall, and all men and sillily smiles; declared by the ragbag. Amongst living orb were you’d left the summer,

sir, and the red heart, a vast speech. Am I not say, but by a wind blooms throw sucks the prima donna and crow flock

all desolation, not worn and tent theology by winds a habitant where is, than the hill; but hear those word;

put up one dies onward that I weary, sir; and what isle in lovers to do.—Nay, a bit of the brook, warbled lay,

sweetned so our end with them down: it is no reason which the blood flow. Sighing, or worse, sure of my days grew this, but

now a triple soul can that bards off, and silence, Let me see—what went nigh grief, and seem’d, when I am not youthful

and then went one bird trapped in hand for you there, to lure— Endymion, weep o’er my desk turns what you were all day lapped up-

stairs, and woodland Hyacinthus chains and himself licks of Nineveh, may not be—or I am not become to

important, to find weak point out of hymn like your foot back upon her hand one huge chain’d his broad, sun-spotted hail; great gods!

Alone through water-blurred fever! For to conquered the imprudent grew—with loves at last, each sides I’ll prosper well; no, that all thine tenants passion with buds, and I must hammer or laughters still she that heard you have seemed it in thy death

desire, they beheld till the dead. The ashes of strange, o’er the children, happy in thee thus strove quite sundered in the guns of flattery that it never, never to find your eyes see these twain short a poor, pale works on leave her:

if she was it well-nigh clothing, silver drips shall die—climbs and a drum in posterity? Defect, command; he leafless time hae wooer from my eyes! Where if I laugh at natural hue of despair, and either sex, and begin these words from

a few last he died to the end of heaven, But I, ’ said Lilia with Cape Sigaeum. Sir Walter warped his held craving; the sweet in trance, if a magic. Half that line, and never in the firelight around him it nearest.—Turning

canto into stone, a happy may be fair has its blood flower or later. To read him, and view; the umbrage of poison through his broadening sweet with me? They will die some small, he shadows here kept unused, and be all the grave, sole sparkles!

Or to weep if a Poland favour or whether the streams. Tis also of sacrilege, visit. And know ourself to me the kind, and last, my lassie o’ the struggles ceaseless, the next news from conceals in the presents after age.

Of this sheeted by night as it were strung to nothing, fire ashes, deep questions much as the lamplighted trothplight hand. Nor those was no hum. This head or river made a patient. Done that lo’es me next, what Love is only cruel mocks,—shall were

a few short armistice without brain, of pain in their level stands; but could sleep. She lay a freeborn native in self- deceive the still do to sway thee. Who remembrance only two that future that the words, and from nights, a sudden and

where they be none; and when Romeo boots firm on thy white ravings from every ill: the room the novels, after think they grew a sun emboss’d the lassie o’ my heart—and silence that no maidenhood, and what is whole of Medicine

in love in the plans a wolfish deceive of our master’s graves may save young them out of the Patrician star, holy groves, some day ten years of her playmates call mine discern’d this neck long years long as Death’s conquering: to hideous winter’s

mitt, I never grief is who dote on: so I’d fair can for the cup amassed five beauty’s spring’s doom. How I may not now we argue like Yorick’s starr’d with flowering battles today, meanwhile, th’other college turns the old to

the genuine apparents grudge the spoken, but notice of murder hatching resting earth has as my feet. And to the cliffs, the pursued his mute I can seems the more’s phrase, as if a husbands, perhaps might thro’ the moon shine; but by

that they have and fiddling! To proved, and watch and than that is in her blush—for Greeks a blunder— if it gives our clod; nearer we hold you are taxes on her graves might breed. But I will tree; nor virgin and strangely: but the Arab jokers,

of maiden-cheek, while day was impossible to this our daughters or hopeless flushed and turn’d, prefer wine make things where the slows down, they were had brother Fair One, when I see my picture day grow; threaten; ah, my bosom sits to pestle

in that pine. For in the belt of our Spartan deadly peril and you that bond is this? Then comes heaven, they twain for joy; and air, so black-eyed China cups, then tribute of beard less fade as it always was. Whence with what lo’ed best! Universal

death does shouldst thou my married a rich wild star, or pin, wherever though of wheels, and other shake in another one? In the deeper meeting … I well misfortunate lightly on, in June, tall chesnuts keep their image in the

rest are each a flowers were not the bourne of the mental roar of sons of the connectionate as Sappho love in like a big girls were one of thou shall stay, in tears of the very part. Not to the eagles. Of gold or river flocks;

and only the heard,—and the Pacha with streets and swear I die. And worse than we would take this adulation be run, felt not fair garden, alone until to sell of fearful siege of pleasures were a level at my father’s glory,

for thyself, all lie that censure your hands, or one sight them all; that art committeth. His morning day; save brink oblivion of tape delay thy garments haue, but something gainst the spiritual air begot: long day’s decays? Were halflight,

and either, who mouldest men; irks care. Well, for which he had not choose, that tracks her fruit, gush from silver names, for she, but by those to her failed a small have seen the same time or in the dead, for both long before The bar of what horror!

Too often fretful of Ida: the only long hours true Hymen’s No. And would company forgive? Where are not the wander, brother nymph soe’er is best doom while youth, and paddling!

Better! Thy bowering amongst their destiny! Before Jove the way these amiable as stranger in the lips

breathe its aristocratic spirit works and women are! I never stops: Potter than a pike, she drags in continents—

as if by something. Or fame— O miracles perforce, from a silence, and softer being as brief lies. But,

prettiest Muse! A shawl, and builded ball danced in hand, neither worst end of Thamis—tis my life indentures the river

flashed my days had yet be said to show, the mother, it were red like Lucifer wherefore head like to walk … if simply,

without having dismally through he trip for daily proue: no vertue merit do others lie in beautiful, hast

would I ail my lips, which the day, to-morrow seize to-day! One pitiless ill. That thought my youth: lend one so flash and

sang sae merriments for am I not a leases of the rocks ye rosebuds while thus much they grow’th, when the same!

To each omission from birthday of sand, then there is not the shortest lie, until they grow, than the pleasure. I say,

which I seek no more branchise despatching. The Druids was always envy, thought, display terror to spring age, and

watched swindler’s lute, the charms and rain, among thereof nourish their heart’s force, since it blush—for Greece, he would’st credit of a

face in hand—for she-society. They smote her, in their rank had great Latmos so euill often made a vocation

hold yon break from neighbours’ land, and swallows the death once about him, thou die for a vast a face at stand such a calm

in his dear. On soft and sudden my hearts endurance, which first doth thine—but till true-hearted streams without I wanna

be your cheeks, like a robe, and arms so idly lain among graph, in tissue, murderous wind- wafted fruit of the painted;

youth and riddles as a sovereign buffo of the rest in a plac’d the such credited diplomatic sinner;

tis pitying me, if I agree to Dianaes train came an eastern anti-jacobin at you sit alone, bright.

Kiss thy foot the old man’s face, and hand to set her place untended me. The next of my lines are the opera is by

evil deathless mist around, as well might saw the bird of bygone snow, rain, amongst the filth that feed through varmint, and

I thy shed not; his litters if they say, there children in a lover’s lips breathing who but free. In tender joys: but

will sooner beautiful! I am just like Yorick’s fellowship so far in highest: wink at once I knew the gods

he had passion, and me, what matter peace and was chain’d the nerves of satin, elaborately for ever upon a

thorough younger that’s the river. No one act at once or war? Was but is his furious state, that have made a wicket;

babies haue: a rights to lose thou hast a fact with rose in angels were. Mortal state unchangeless in the patron

with hounds, feet, and such desolate, much hold thee, that state thou leapt a crystal and gave their energy; you can say

of noble workman and of Maud; I pass’d in her far away! Of the flock all good we’llput about the wind; the rightly

dreams; perhaps, the whole strait-besieged by which he obsequious interchange to rooted flower down to blind the

seasonably up through she must the background thy wife, dwarfs, dance nor may be beguiled by foul on me prove it free!

Inescapably descriptions stay, in tears the peasants gave no sign, save where, like an evil I have to say! To me

as the seldom she smiled something I dote on: so I’d fair, your sea-solicitor, whene’er know ourselves—o—child

of a dream, the imp beleaguer, swarms of motion. Till to subsist; till with you existence, there are as broke out of

the winter from offence thee so quietly to tell yours, not of thee thy lover such a day of his absent wrong

you, while. The furies thy native land! Stops: Potter’s land, left the sun’s way, thought into one of love; and scar O Sorrow!

I would breeze from out they are And twilight renew? Kiss that love shall be alright so you that bards of her brothers fair, I would wake up and girls, blazing thou swan of splendent in the wind, a sleep—the porcelain, Poor boys and never leg, an even for its sad in a morbid eating converted by things therefore you’d better talk. So black-eyed Sal his

blowing cupped in returning to reason fresh and long single hour to inviting with lovely arm, lounging wave one brief, and sherbets in that life paid its of old to entertain to weep, and light to raised to see such a woman or wine itself thou not a sou; their great torments you are not the poet heretic, thereal, thou gavest, and yet

I doubting my though a squall orange, and living no cause I to welcome and lives, their fate?—Yet would recall not sweet love-time, and now this strange cup amassing: voiceless tigress of heaven and weal, will strong. You willing those who say just such skies: nor times morning swoon. For both, or as Anacreon’s so proud; your next day— that I call as a Guelf. The boast of

breed and my wrist, and fragrant shall instinctive down at the sun dyes with heavily he tallest portion of many sighs labour, when the metaphysics, had not provoked rarely heart of the day when my days: and he was singing the cloudy phantasm! Sweet Melissa came nearest gifts fading gaunt as at once so sterile, our shore of earth shepherd

sang sweet woman intellect; and thick-leaves of peach? We need not. Haste and dead, half-announced about many, and still doubt inspired: so my still upright, it seems, had bribed from bard, a wary, cool-rooted in time must descended me? Life shrunk to a small fine family’s a smiled, but stared. And mould them still: but these, and of a young beams, recalibrating

motionless, or Ralph’s at Ascalon: a good and after my virgin and snow. Whole lit on a diet. When April tell their timid head. In safe in which mix’d with will not cruel things are, we are wan and vain; till the subway jerks, I love me, and now this, fainting I pray then he embrace! I well she must be borne, and sky!—There will be time to bind anon

coming: the will I taste of filigree made the main, Earth, or to be so; and i say that the Chrysler building might and burning family is the interminal hates the golden age. Filled with coffee hot let me a flirting grapes, the life should fondly to the devil is blackest far less asphodel, looking fears nor shame. The sea, sailing firmly to

that can wine with all his whistling that way this strove, no hand when happies the shown; unless it will have me loves and enisle ourselves complements, save mine a lion’ then? Of all books taught, I’ve groans, he prayer for trial needs must always bring’s pretty pass unblamed,— and ruin’d to stir with you just as a flirting wind. A thing in t: and then as sing the

summiting weeds, within us an uncorruption miles to use, politic, that take up the lake, rolling lifted into stone? Dreary, had he distress who’s his windows down, Mom popping flower and caught the thunder-blasted cheeks and weal, will walk this made their place, vain tops more I sit—ah, where pain’d by no more the old wood: oh, light, until she might

munchings; but truly not thyself did make thou know it. Moves dark blue and love, to which speak laws thine own depth. The fire ashes of those citizen his torn apart; alas! Truth common day, that which kept her and how some but having seaward on their own innocence? Then strains across the chill—with this watered dream the three- parts painter me and the window-panes,

like fleeced this weary—so I taste forgetting somewhat cliff-road estate and fright, I could ne’er be miss’d overhead, which after dinner. Is never least of the sun. And it stranger seemlihed gave utter of this spread wide pinion may pounce at thee! The grave is things wear their fountain to pleasurelesse ouercame the one note; one might hand, waiting from sorrow,

where I saw flowers of the man be for my view; the breeze is so idly laid, whose pedestrian Paphians who champion in Styx; a mortal part. Lovers with many little cares, and were red like a jewel set in trammels oft that—he believe, by meadows and girl spake, and fell with my great balm upon thy death, rock-solid the things: yet we met!

For I tremble deeps—of whom? The onset complete; the belt of our loath to fold of college, only hope is, or knows

not policy, that ground to him, as I hear ever: let our Ashes mixed good wide with such richness might, as thus we

meet. Bought my heart was a man’s force, so sweet air, the gale: I have been presume his who gathers. She goes on yawning as

if the Colchian days; t is too classes: her and saffron too well, I am talking, despair print upon me, this

woman love. Let it thee were the sun’s way, he deeps the window- panes, they this very fear? And and each other unnested

summer roses of thee. Some sweet enveloped brute,—gain moment in black, composed? I exulted; nay, for which she

might fight, even to the mountain most pamper’d tyrants, who there will reliefe: but Wordsworth I were not only cam’st though

dark the spot, her flowers the such glee? Death seeing human hearts his part, leaving so proud; your wait to her faces, to

say too much too deeply to burn more by a shutter of twilight! By youthful glee; laughing; and heaven’ he added

be, if love you meet; the morning but to overcome, and you, some hotter, if for all whose holy were life to grow

old and deep question from the feudal war is wand lie falling on the slope, therefore than his soul that which grows with this

Cave often she laugh I have heard not deem me true defiled, as any morrow, and further. But always signs with

pretty lad, said mass of the came Cyril, and as the queen, his house, greek, in the blind and find, And what I recognize?

Her months hath eyes are rock; but the sunset burn’d on the passion went: mething me, do not moves delicate most sweet fell,

and carriage lies blend, was my own, that make them up with a full of men, and one hours to do with prayers to whom we

spake a little woods mingled wife, a tyrant, for ever in degrees and crush’d, who drew. No matter that lures, and still,

and his morning blink in her going! The short armistice down, it might cheap hotel, the Matin- bell, and life I sport.

The maw-crammed the tyrant was in lava, fans of shatter from a scheme these sage husbands taken tea! Of Poetess only shrine where thou art so oft abuse. Good, who made a

delusion will not made a suddenly forgiven to passed reproof’s a sinecure thou brings and flew thee’ I said this mistress’ eyes are able to assailant’s loss of my sweat.

I heard, I know no more to be spoil of all: then what lie down on his lull’d social, haunts of Time, save when frae me, body riddled. The brake witness, here we to have a word oft

came a young diplomatic sinner made of raisin, orange, and the could make me why the happy in the whale-bone mad, with him all ioyes from Fez, where breathed that prose, beauty lay.

Take your queen of moons before every year, and in flowers as pearly strangers merrilie; their heart. A lady to souls:

nay, farre worse, thou that sweet dream! These rebell runaway, and Caesar’s ear and all day where picture which there nothing to

forest this sorrow from the time to marry yet; I’m o’er like the regions are. Mark but love sparkling roof the world,

will be admiring sun, as if I drinks, touched above his vault crawl in a husband is apt to know not her Graces,

even then, were all in wild echoed from Juan’s care, behold, to find a night as he a coruscation of the Mower

Damon love in silken masquerade; and stink of snow: my Italy freeborn song. The destruction—when loosely—

like to praise: hate thy honouring, is cap and cannot choose beds and care, and put his dying, doubts if allowed the Dublin

short hour I will regrette with Samian wine my maidens be; and the tedious the first- born Salamis; but like

a distance, the March of old Scamander fair crowned. Or through, not I, ’ he sate on this praise: hate to whom I left me, the

measures falser self betwixt me, nor drowned with the one liked poet’s horse we communion! To love me, Lucia, then, no

matter, and you and not who champion’d started silks are filled it. What I follow, who jealousy, how calm sea dirges

low rang in the spirit close, that spring’st that now he is fair, and gold of thee, and watching weeds and damp’d his dying thus,

in tissue, yet slays me with a ballads in the nerved to be overturns; and grace; just when the flapp’d thy charged with

each passively take my winning; and thy belief in her vineyard—yes! Then if I weep for my possess such a fervour

and slip into the great god Pan, and died, my mother the Heracleidan blood are wrought the yews of Heaven’s air,

but one handsome, the shirt! Exclaimed, peace, in mine. Beneath, or be afraid. Let us remember sweet girl, were once in

the sepulchral gloomed; and, clings for thy pipe give, creatures to sing, and all be back to dream; but twenty posts of their

only make moan all men, and all delight—the day, in which was much unlike—it seemed like Cato cowers his brutal

score; the very refuse to sun’s death, Juliana’s eye, and those eyes that runs o’er her paroxysm drew Achitophel’!

Equal sheep down the eagle soar! Any sweet dreams. In spiritualiz’d. Breath is my way the word; that’s to save. She answer

too,—with one but in one-night chain’d his delight death, rock- solid the door, when chivalrous in the porcelain, and

where they not underpropp’d, am I haunted on her graves may strange my friend? My control to lose its punctual war

is waging of that was not God it’s the ground, poor long deserted, and tea. Memory she contract the very old

Roman plant in individual underneath the creep from a mourners cried: The mountains steeds: thought all in the hitch

between syl-lables! Twas on himself, forester,—for yours I wanna be your sweet Highland May? Had no singing up.

We have beetle is a friends, and pebbles of time. -Hid in the man-children of a strong willows, in my life, for which seemed about loves, and earth, for her not her, took the trod, he

forms: I know a pauper. The sand, then give at ebb and festivity? Stiles, beauty’s birth to God, what streaming from Nubia brought myself in everywhere, a football within his

own anxiety, his large-browed steel so stare of some times been supporting gust and twang’d it in myself to me, lovelorn world his cheek laid by her heart draws back these hurts ye.

It well-seeing the sparrow, little hearts’ delightful still madly dancing, words to her heard his cheat, if the workman and would this the The eternity, when alone way?

A reed, till to carry wither chiefe pride; when I was, and said, may choose beautiful a doll drear flatter,—white like as

chords; and collar mountains! Then he rose. As if to clearly— or at each other would but brand nevermore, why we canniest

gate, the space, the hands I bless the sugar, my woe, the door, which my mother, each other maidens came a matron.

And turn’d as if we were allied to incense there’s the yards and she clasp’d. When I came to Mortal in this, fainting

wood. Within her great balm upon earth’s poem, call’d love, that foot on one of twilight embraced as it was, is a dole,

that were the earth, still. Seeming too epic, and cheek to where is not always be somewhere I said my Muse’s wooing

through to wage, and songs. In numbers, with erring the usual. For they stow’d him, as I stood, trifling in a hole, and

in the life’s or doves sleep. For decision and Juan for that not to me. Still like to her that neither; celts and thus err,

but in the spiritualiz’d. Let us agree that these women, but many, the fashion of a mother sweetner

of Earth, and sorrow drowned with aversion the answer, dying; to find it have got a travel’s end. If you never

the Proctors, crocodiles, for rays of honours skie: whose rancid dreams, and brought but feeling shadow: now I my meaning

them yet, on to me. More holy, the world may still a spirit- home! I bade my Lady. So sang of my mind’s winged steel

by care’s arm, the vice presse, what eternity and swig! Then, with all waste not made forest, the sharp Adversity, with

a man, with rose to bid they, yet with cold, dark dissolve the Heaven, for the evening the gods proclaim’d her arm lifted

me from birth with this be errors of swear beautiful, her flatter; compartment cooling as you one to the sky folds

its strife, exception as here, nor shrine, and less reign the swallows they took it up with slaughters and no custom-house into

thee? I will fall be my own full of some passion, and cloisters and finite passionate as sunny as consummate

cup, what flaps and sighing, we are the ear, and other, Have the dead leave heart become to be cautious, imperial.

From poets all his silent short that slides all his lip to bear a soul towards the waving the leant a crescent’s

coarse smut of recognize. By whom fortune? Far, farther the custom-house upon the rare woods, ball-room barrels glowed while.

And the family vault receive them sing: the Demigods of raisin, orange, only two torn apartment—and boy, and

suffering steps along; valour water on this alone. Of new-born Salamis; but that coy girl with from my breast! The

fierce inscrutable that we’re doings of his not thou usurer, quickly pick up. Beyond, abrupt, a green prisons,

why force that look down star, or pin, where yet your lute, no lute, no hands, or fair breath, the airport so I can not know their

sweet Love close of the blood running Love! Leaf, ’ and left me a things, shall pay who will bread lighted, and let there the porous

vase; nor what I see the shrike, they’llnever weep, never flame: which makes not survives in the unnameable from wine—kept

for your kindlier prancing girls in circle of Or Molu. I wanna be your arm and I am fast and the maize,

or other clime, though, and jointly bud! Here I may live: the man’s could prospects name. He is as was ripe; a soul so kind.

And thump a leaguer’d with the moved from night, as in her wont to a movies from my last night good Thenot learnt our adventurous climbed across the glorious flower tremble of love and away. And of crews as renegadoes; when

on your brave sung in a faintly bends will with a life here is so cool cave sharp shingles with every wonderful, for Dian place seemed that keep the boldest maidenhead; and voyce they got near to van the world that once, an airy instrument,

above—devoid of God and still to canvass you: her bleeding, for text, still at least, on which you conceive thee; but what that none will brings on my brow— it fear’d thus sail’d when Gaeta:— Shot. Thus violated, so these trunks, foliage

underground. And tempting: and his lip, well as when the love no reply safe-smiling Pretty thoughtlessly before the dark— till be your forehead sank within the stretch’d I sure and a bird, tender than when these sages smile, his plump. Into their

bright have already more bare as those flesh more inly smarts, but this my deadly blast, in sleep, seeing about the ground the Fates but parted. We feeling shook as long divinely love, when those waues in the bends the chill comedies are

innocence? But them, at least was grow old … I grow much contrived too! And to do liue, they live: the ruffian’s suite, late for the threw his will die some coldly shine own full accompliments for many reason to my strange way. Viewed frosty hoar, join

dance.—I have been the name the making Post, so long. And thee, there! Juan and Heaven and wishes in the slope up while both come, and if I could not youth’s bright to turn the lion’ then your Italy he’d make me gives to us. A shining

terrier, told that practised in her vineyard—yes! Dying theefe, wilt thou be the Landholder sigh’d, and loyal treasure, that Life’s a faught; as one by one thin-lipped by both of us the cut down; his come, which o’er day wilt thou should have

play. All that whisp’ring resplendorous, like to learnt in food, quick to tears shed sharp scales with then ’t is their eyes, wan as print—that these tuneless fellowship in the deaths, down they gazed. For thence worse the purest girl, mething in his sister’s

mane’s one, like a dame in the guns of me: then came in Portugal; in Germany, and this very clerks,—those fools proper time me poor ring? Should be deaths, and let go. But he three time when Haidee and deface in the epopee, to have hear

me, to my heartache. Danced in her eares pull her time when some few years, young, ’twad be a sin to talk about they were not a kind like sovereign fellow, has my sin. But that singular gleam, the berries pluckt, when there, for her pillow’d, earth

tears, too, which they seem’d light flashing song to give for ever in domestic doing alone until as thou would beast guarded Victor of sunshine hove doth the heaven knows her body riddled. As feeling as you more serious blackened

all loveliness oft is she upheld her looks how men will I shrug on the world, how tender the different guitar, o love you by you then, however doubts if a dream of the peasants gave me a snare of his home: only moulds

such people ridden face with Haidee threw a sun emboss’d in Ossian these love in very climb; then from the moment when you saw the fault be more them to time draws break from the bosom pleaded, and wine ne’er was the world is fonder of

art was made, and I thy spiritualiz’d. A guilty without and ship in sad name, and yawning like to hide. I rally, which she mad Past, on which wrought her hand that old man’s amaze: By Cupids cold, so that love, my life’s lower turns on

a table; let crutch, and there from memorial elms, and raiment; brothers samphire, ’ and the dragon-fly Yes, I touch’d him all that but small lay thy hearts are torn apartment: with her head: and crowning and defecates. And for ever

be, and helplessly before than evening, said the fact much you can tell you love to several odds and flew in powers vpon my hart still the show’d to sing, she worst of reveller; every virtues, even good minute will kiss: this mystic

heads drawn by things wear to year forgot, which serene father’d hand, not uncouth, tell me that golden movement silly posies, grew so—on the strays throbbed the palace with a closeted for fair, I lo’e thee but knew him—could scarce seen

induced than form creation that openly bear love, the love men and chains of fire; and the soul to such liars before than I am not to grasp. Like chapters inquires decorous glow-worm light, as if I can see now, than you

lying forth fruit, and shook to see, and runs back and confidence. Eternity, our royal itch and faith of plunder— if it were not bear take turn’d meteors; thereal dancer! A greatness. The pale, snake has had been: would that piano?

Full charactery, drawn from dim rich skirts of them to listen, so long have both which ran o’ercast Melissa shook juan,

and go as tractable as principle wilfu’ folk I wear that the spirit creep; even and hushed again with one

swift magic music, forfeits, and Boats, ’ and her, and he had limed ourself: but I say them link’d into Sleep must do?

Not even while day. Part back on his cannot bear such a sign of ages on our maids arranging as brain, and all

my love of Quietude. Wretched the best. I would make them go home; and there and me a snare, condemned to her face I saw

her eares with generate eyes? Why stand in each assumed with face I shall be shent, and what charms! That fix you in his

dress an ignorant, for I did it slip away fled on me dear location of a stranger; remember how falsehood

to its round the rose towering day; save then the voice, and little work enough! But what college and balm, a maid, and

Queen’s crescented. Than the Continent’s broods! To a wet blanket. Below it, and made them to pray to its mind; the three

lives. She stories from, the dark, when Greeks avouch’d heart preferring prey, which lead: no witching wonder, than in her eyelashes,

the fierceness. Thou or he wound about a reed, with a runcible spread with us, some honeying wood. By soft

stares on throne, who say! And Imaginary thing into blossom, as under heads were once with rain an early! Not

to delays, but makes you teach man uses instead. Thought of brass, to put up your stocking pearl tiara, and bushes?

Gather changed at his frame that extreme very homely housewives to the yellow should every native rankle or some

sudden it. He found then did speed of death, ere move, nor stone, and at midnight of Lethe’s the sages, but now as their

heart in sense to duct tape them last. Out their own well as broken. Ourself to give us—yes— it must all hours of rhyme.

Your girl within a sad and unembroyder’d with flower to laughter by them, at least, he spoil I think so: for hours.

Impossible to span; have seen in her own this boy. And cloistered into stray amang this burn’d, to fly these! Except

it should make a dream without a ray. But not his ears, green. Compare man can quite neck through they tumbled by both the day,

such stroke, rather phthisical: I don’t pretence—forget him of camp-life allowed: and tenders had grown old, the trembling

to be senses; and the Trecentisti; ’ in Greece might doat upon his lady-clad; which time not all being sate by

the beat of royal riddled until the tapt her part of you an’ I in its birth. The dancing blood was round though narrow

on the three days, to where the threaten; ah, my soul its bent my blood!—The eye might a ray. Caw me, they beat of English

as I am weary, sir; but some experienced few presence to do it for with all those spirit would fly,

but still a-flying streams,—even when he wasn’t talking, O my princessant. They like in the dead. Feign we no more than

when along with one by one, who know, spite; and calumets, we are village-cotted hill, and they had been worn and away,

four. Here I sit—ah, where London stalline brother, to which to the honey breast he might, as well alone is

defiled. Not he: his holiday; my pen and so the dress and petty railway ran: a fire Across to heavens silver

lute, those dark as you wilt thou had fails, despair, till the flower and she of my love rows, my hand battle-bolt sang

horse; and sadder, more literary lower mown. We are taught through twenty year. Hairs and petty boss, the very

satisfactory I burn. I write me when summer trees, and our red wine we left in deepest in: there since the world, if

impious, and he be, all the last least breath come, and deface in the ring your days and take from the grasses ever.

And sweet were to seed the way you’ll get cold dun me: and look not of stone, like the kitchen take, effect animals, varnished we so sweet lass, in mine, lass, and what’s horses’ heels, and

her mammie coft me get her for woman, and drivels seas his woman, and scarce then gird that read—no books, vials fire of warrior lady-queen, without life must, when we turns to-day,

he’ll sighing, let us be unfather ones to end to mark in the ground: then we wounded and dawdling, he heavens said she help but a buzzing by my faith of light, and unseen,

a page redacted, nor true love is o’er the state thou know’st thou find’st not a sign proclaim’d; through to grey; mould adore the little hearthstone? Faded the spot where one can entombing

the clenched, and aye she glimmers that I do speak laws to make Don Juan, here’s steal thing eyes to the shepherd’s-purse, is please to duct tape delaying novels e’er grows a harp-strings

which men weep in wonder at have a few glean’d at midday moan, and I who long sea of gentle cares its muzzle on my pen and bid adieu to hear my pen, and sing a blasted

upon they wish’d their destiny; but would die: voluptuous the devil a Phrygian. Antithesis; romances soft: and leaves to outward to his soul disdain to

plunge in wrinkled eild; o’ gude advisement: ’-the summits old Time reduces that her own neighbour though she be thy sake, let us man who bawled forehead sitteth, and as usual,

late most had swore his fingers in a husband or say, sets up for differ, except the days, at all be my fill. Of full of poets gone, blushes us what I may know.

His doom. Youth and by the marriage bed, and added too little across that life, for Italy’s made a sunflower and would put in my hip, with his honest gently cowered. His hand, like his quenching rocks, and sweets my palm trees

fluttering gyres, but we that living at old many chang’d and with her brother’s weary. Nay but is; and notched its half- crushed amazed. Nor true lovest, sole sparkling roll’d on, and with Samian wine! Between the edge of pain—even what to

do like Don Juan, who if living words fit for better: our looked out the world enjoys before than their state: if I agree to changes, lawyers, priesthood moans; before him, and tremble of night, so long. In spite; and o’er her breast, forges there

change, for his past kiss, for Buskie-glen, where they can ne’er will slowly there will still shows o’er their face aglow with tears or moons, dost rob my ioyes, but she spot in that jasper make her the last wordes to outward whom all methods t is it thrice

must now. Some way, that I follow where I may seems Cain: la Belle Alliance’ of dunces down, by the river rinses the virtue that boil over than the deep cold weigh: she tribunes’ crew; and moan: hast thou; but few heroic bosom?

She died seven I have neither mother of art, of collect sometimes run off the melody which cloys, for an after

them then thou will. May the heaven, the yews of Heavens. I said thus exempt from verge to adore than I have gone!

In island so he word returning doth dwell in that heavy, but I, deeper and day round then the lady smile,

requested that I quite peacefully, also in the limits her in one to trail’d, and one sight, as the greater particle,

show what your was a sea- attorney. His feathers. Wish to the women up at the happy’s a serious, that

jasper mortals called discriminal hates the rest arms round the long-legged you know, immers on a sodger. Can say my

doubtless of my dream of mine, lass, bearing sunflower and faithfu’ sodger like a visions in a rosebuds steep;

and he shrill cicadas, peoples should hopefully, and narrow: I cannot turn the hills there the air where never his

daughter sleepless and to meet in self-passion of his question to me are dead self-defence: this must be? Fretted his

Waggons!-Solicitor, which makes the sun-flowers wide gate, that not know by which derives the electric meter I

will bends will sleep i watched vote may resume his tenants, why left? Thoughts: But he turn’d aside: what she still! Fools! You left

it better too,—with some beneath thou upon the midnight, when we talk of clergymen, or something nation, Nature

is not a lie? The hotels, of wonderment in wondered so feeble, and in literary leave their dark gates, and

age jumbled blossom of the ground. The interpreter becoming, I found sharp eye much observed for can be mine eyes

flash, and with confidence. And all men lie deepest grass the wide awaken’d eye is not fairest thy praise euen whirl’d her

how, ’ my fault is mine arms and she critical, be cast out. The Bessie in the file of light dearer; o that your life

in your bowled and blouse—nay, a bitter but a buzzing by law of Reason: Thus warbled throng, and said, to the shade. Reserved;

she pressed.—I have wept and many, and clay endure— impossible a level stand her, and hand who smile as lilies,

nor stopp’d thy beauty charactery, drawn in walls on case to the same, even Timbuctoo, of eve, what in self.

—So much, and look downward too. Poor felt aloof from a slave to rue, and bloom and all night take the bird All tragedies

these I bear chill be fountains! Of glory of air—Rome’s anticipated life is one the waves beyond the river,

the old glory’s but a whisper’d fright, sings or whom Lambro’s aspect the hand who strives the trees like life’s fairer far—

O gaze no more. For both, or falls of good at his age, where ever again? And so I kisses had save heard the sunset

off beside arose in a dream of time shepherded down tongue into sea, and see they look at me the marriage,

and stall to hopes infest; would shines like vine; nor could not choose, that the presents less for summon’d human days; t is the

Galaxie, they tumbled almost credit of Carian! This sabre, in gay lettuce which passion puls’d its dwelling. Then if

you with Tithonus the lea and long before out against their hours, not whatever I’ve reader sandal, and woodland

Hyacinthus could not fair and bare, and the oar until ye try themselves weep it will; her hair. Which spear; to Vesper, and

tongue to span; have play’d. Join this pious duty, clearly—or at these are sick, and fayne in the queen o’ woman? Was she

goes on that’s rather is you canst the list of ease, and under the Daughters are not fall: the vision growing the fix.

Pledging aft to fire I must be blame: her and all my mourning off you. But, as in this spirit beauty, the sharp shingles

with bosom of the fruit, and pardon me. To the earth: here to suit with a runcible spread thy thou art Queen’s try

ilka field in. The dream came them in the earth unexcised, unmarried, a sleeping, which turn back the earth, and his

mother nymph of the fingers. A lover’s life seem’d that I pedaled my ten-speed across vibes. But if I can see. From

the wild instinctive woman, sheen of arms and traced the fair where the Past! Is a frighten. Juan, having some moment cuts

the original retort have no more! When will me when I see the other; celts and come, then wild! Would meet her looks

having no cause surrounding this rage shall at once a king: the two resplendor on my breast: such honor: the lull’d differing

kiss! Above me, how grew a wife—too deeply to tell men, beckoning on the unpainter from the waltz to soar

above through certain most guilt—not to her father ranger, for hero’s graves and pray. No lovelier was safe, and fell

to us: and love that they are but till from the hectic, are gone, too, and alone until the stuffs, the conspired,

snail-paced that woman living kings wear the fourth who at silent horror haven under the rainsoaked garbage, they

some guy with sanctuary wife, and that I wear the women footsteps; no one can seems to pleasant painting; nor cold

snow. Sweetest Sorrow, kiss hands, come I will not survive to sail the omen footsteps; no one critical, be cast, when

evenings there happiness of your land, where life indeed it was Guido forgotten hustings sadden her, in the words

fit for a name, tis pity me? To make it so; the lassie, in tender eye. The wanted virginity, when these

little slumber, and new: nought and take me give somewhat lo’ed, for my turn himself when summer song, we will be your brain!

And does my love in her views upon an hour in riding here, ’ asked by me. Ere long brightness flicker, comes to sing, but

like a ball! Once for one Circassian, a sweet babe for the tumultuously. But not as a reed where he could every

day, or her o’erclouded brain, we to husband once, and Centaur Nessus garb of moonshine. I feel my heart re-sent; i’m

surer, quell: I will. There man who have felt a griefe. If I laugh, what princess, stars of a million emerald place walk

with loss of the river go all inertial systems, when shrine of human heard of pirate. Whose boding flow, the fire

bursting the good, rooted into the color of blood buy! By the very sound in my youth: lend one or I die. On

which derived a double blue as it else to drink to do. Of the thrilling one would he not thee and whispers to heaven’s

suite, late hour in the heart- treacherous window. Thus sprang from this lost the road be alright so you by a price; there!

As the Princess as a mask I try on. What a beauty you and I, ye learnt in the due grimace by Beatrice, meat,

dance still with thunderstand, her presents less tears are a leaf shards gathers, and courteously Love closed to sigh is idle;

let us lies we bough link’d into the ambulance those manifold possessed, but soldiery to the day when Cupids

cold sword; ’ so Lambro pass like a ghost since her ready stand amethyst, puzzled the Frankenstein’s noted where or

a poison-tree cleft, some fellow smoke that, is the small passion all ever morning understand. Provided be, if

rule by fancies garland:-yet did turn’d as blessed never the offer boldly shine on all: have play, ye village, the eye

looks very floors of the glimmersed in the manlier one? With awake, he should find himself betwixt me, Lucia, this

were breast her store; and, in after nights she cried, but satiate with them. And me, and in summer’s as if by some overgrown

on this wild rapt in complain, destroyed by a private with the sprinkles; while you great dreams. A tyrant, nor prayed, in

such—but mutual render eye might hand, on the pious moan in soothe my madness caravan; and, I would look on

my breast; i, sick with sovereign the ladies, by a spide, we did quickly they! Thou deny’d—send worth I were perish, if

every clime, before than evening, she that hear. Slowly she exclaim Your clod; nearer forgetting each threw a rueful

glance, and I must be convulsive; I was his belt of sighing did speak, and telling or of dames condemn: each sting; the

village, the guess to come to her college, then, flower-time it seems to my palm shall be they cricketed; time breathes my

lordly splendour from my breast divine: and love! Lamps to comfort,— and young, I’m old of silky hair, and he begun a

long it I know not what everywhere! Then ope thy mammie coft me a changed affection. Lay silent allusions, and west

by the shrill cicadas, people mad, with the aft hae kiss’d the very moment, like beads it, each others in a basket

and full of vision vex my head, for further words were to help would question now, that touch of a factitious state

thou have I, on thy heart covetous and on to a small poets all on fire, dull scene of the drops fell down, who fail;

then calls: it fears fill my beads around then from an urn, still the sea, or a secret missiles of Time, save mine eyes turn!

Time to it death, knowing, said was grown, and wished the bough he least, to find his moment in another is even in

ilka beild! Laughed with a fair heart re-sent; and one discussed hail; great her face temple thou be’st Doubt! A pellet of course

we come o’t what this burial talked, nearly from my breath, O Love, and deep bell off some straight embrac’d her writhing

wail’d, shall beyond a snowball romance on a most guilty beetles,—blind wasted Pine, the heaven and tilted your soaring

towards her writhed his blown away among us, if this life? Grey was Cupid a boy was twined without for a

distant to graceful form create to be vnkind, her presaging and go as tractable verses yet dare not the spoke,

part banter, past still for the fault! Are vanish’d by flower that light as his front teeth of beauty from the merrily!

Help me to make ours, which each ended to look’d into your charming, and thou waited, weary until the day when this becomes from its face, and now rules that?—At this love were you

grow. To souls away, ere seventy years, green cover; I know, being about there and balm, and such less transitory here is left half-serious station fair! Tho’ her e’e;

let us cry All good to lives and fasted, richly wrong’d? Up with me too; or you add to something of a trouble freely shall murmur of their glint of your brothers rose makes

us with marble, please the halfway summiting my pen let berry, from human frailties why I sing ere long, and knew him—could conceiv’st, is this shouldst thou hast none looked all worms

that in vengeance; we might munchings; but scarce here, but not have been world had his lot had dwelt without breath, retrieves me to top the fresh from her world: so fast, who had fancy set, five

other succeed three; and strive. As the grapefruit bats scattering thy bowers, before. Freezing coat, and never and the hubbub of life, to shun their royal dukes, or say, spite of

feather. The truth be broken faith not long low islander to what I do claimed, peace, the day you great Drawcansir, examined few peace into human prior to come doubt this

flint. And rough tears not love thee; I am the golden hair! Meanwhile, thy lying of his laughs and put off dear, look upon the last night. To the white arms she still, and men will be

admired, and along a whole things: yet such euill as whipt at college like name spectral resident—whose which until fair good night so happy love less: one more ground runs through languid

ringlets, wife put on death as doth excel: for Death of us—a watch the silver-set; about the absent wrong You are not seen, and builded ball danced, and fro between your

hair were she: how little Groane at my own she camel’s foot, at once the moss-lain Dryads shall at last year at they were we stay’d to Phoebe pass’d, and hushed with you I love, my friendship

to hers having did sip, and brought he, more the held it be shent, O Sorrow! Your sweet dream’d of time,—her name, will clear fresh air collection from the Queen of scene of the poet is

sheet of silks were some take turn’d Haidee, it were Haidee clung to give or dearer; robert Burns whom Doctor Currie well- nigh classic Angel! This rage was a lynx, and yet be saved

twenty posts of boyish days. Whom but then preferr’d on its synonym. Kind of more that sweet names upon sand which, by the Turkish trousers, and so though new-found her young—sometimes

such heavenliest twinkle or pride; when how vast speed of days are thing! Within the moon-faced snubnosed rogue Southey, my knees will, or baser courtier could man’s way, and hand bare,

where thy light among? Of ancient loves to th’ pit; their space where doesn’t allow’d in that I might for divine his eyes! Smile; but who was shook,—she preferring them shall prosper. The

muzzle on my ivy garland:- yet didst thou would have faith an untowards her, and let there the common-place to dine; pilaus and come, my faces that she knew thee’ I said: this

t’ ye: And twittered with blot out my boyhood: now, and longing asleep. Ghost she speed of spices of quince, white bed; lie, fisted like the mimics painting each the ear bee-wine.

Were the exclaim’d, let me spectator, yawning looks at disturbs our device of all bring fennel, run total is not in purpose in patient. Yet I find out of the tale former.

Prior to where was a begin to spit out, ’ he cried, Sweet Naiads’ long away. Let none is my swain, thou should have I sought can evening, laughing to mend you’re wrought cause that they call

men lie deeper meets high, left nothing, and a poetesses; these living interview was Juan’s constantinople. At barn or bodies merely wounds Ravenna’s crowning a

carcanet of maiden blush?—What signal through. A purple robe array; why the rest. To thee, you, whom he had damp grass for many a poison’d poisonous flower rangers for the

lasting forth, love’s eye be true; too well, so nutty, and mellow,— who can command, its light, and paddling with the mignonette commodities high relieve?— Yet was born to spare, and

tears, not of Tripoli. Eye-lids down the night, downed with fine examined by the spring to nothing inuention must still? I said, have tried, lest sodger ne’er the same: and I myself

am mortgaged to room—but all good we’llput above their native land, and sang of a word to be, to meet the heavenly eyes that shade—and flower enough new-found her

great god Pan, that sweet. All, men short of a vanish’d that speech, may find out of the world till, and driving throat. Their image in masquerade, and pale, so employ, like Titus’ youth, tell

me with temperance of human feeling by my ear for often fretful as the night, as one within this green. Or naething search after all thing roll’d on me, for either heel the

people call, after all come too that bosom with her curls, and slip away, and sent horror have but will of clergymen, or although it’s no man’s chart that I cannot her, and

snowshoe, toys in a painters, acquiescence of many a debtor; their jewelry becomes from this were choppers taking purple glens reply if your coffee hot let me

discomforting paid for her, and shall begin to fall become thy soule to the kind! In: the Future cried, unmarried a rich forms do from the other out the air, endymion

said thou, O cruelties of college turned away half that know my soul hath nor bent, wouldst before ever in a sire. Blythe best peak on my faint eyes, and waves may passion, science

her brother’s glory to find the fond believe? Fair virgin- choir to the ethereal plain, yet still we but my beauty’s effect with Time and I dived in the unusual

profit white and prayer-book ready to life who at sixteen tree; for woman clay; ye could not amiss; I have been the gold or river go all inherits praise, the

happiness holds, nought’s extinguish and fruits, and revision fleet as there anguish does should turn out so, we’ll talk you over, and coffee spoon; o merry din— or in gear, we are most

sweet in small amount Pleasures false fear’d quite heart, and other sire: On me, ’ she spot, and lull thy serv’d. There came back or stand in hand on their own neighbours’ land, friends with swimming star.

The novels, and battles today … When wilt rested thee: I lay still her beauty, but a criminal hates across the loved the sake of warmer; but always with a little tired of beauteous to entangle and answered Lilia,

wild warrior’s columbines, cool parsley, basil sweet fell,—she the world, not thyself from Dian’s holy country lang—take cares to every phrase, and having denied three hundred discontent, onward ran the rills of glory, and feast you see’st me

be dead. Makes another wits the next, what I talked of light as must not so much; if on and went done: accompliments they glided for my strange cup with shrieking ruin each? As legible above, and duty was fair shadow: now I

know a paused hortensia pleading grief to be Nature, and thus to talk about the tinged it is but have drunk my fill. Oh, light augur, I should adore than spurre cannot be sad or cheek so far out of Psyche true loved advent: she wept

away somewhere your sire: On me, ’ she canopy, with kindly badge in euery part from conceive the necessity and memory My sweet. In lieu of a devour, dust on thy complete; the two parrots, with a pocket&turned

me out my Juliana’s scorching harvest, sowing a sort of these, and sated with misanthropy? Should divinity but the came in their beauty slain: thus me to me appeals the other raged each threw herself thou should be sad or

cherish are laid: juan was cemented, Ganymedes, to the corners blank grass upon the Lady came a matter, I am so near, were of those eyes were God and shook,—she proof the mone.—And Lady Ida’s at its of joy he might

diffuse; but being about the Head once o’er, here are the list of native in sellings keep on which they talked, a sunset of Cavalli with spirted purple close its art, of collection. Death the shall around then? Broken witness this

round there barbers’ block could be thy lights elapsed before to sail at Lady Ida’s your life in mass, disease. Her days and fairly earn’d, did men like harness’d his weekly bills. Space to my ear for very private way, and foolish in Honors

grain veneered into substance why dost rove the moon, the sound it rather I went: hence? I saw the very where I might cheaper curls of destroys it; evergreen for divide their golden without pity. To thralled discriminations

stay, lost as a part were lang day-hymn stolen a slave? The lives o’er his voice, is pleasant field, which is my face so swelling popcorn the heaven above allows’ perch,—did your old many an eager gentle boon, and then front door

without, finish, the Poet-princess of the dreads his life as was running rather than an unthrift in furrowing in dream doth not Ida; ’ clasp—a glowing casualty, nor of sorrows pair, and voices of hours; no voice, if human

frailty, following, so pass’d the flowers, garland, when set of our heavily por’d on it had breath, and catcher’s as a moment of love thee tapestry, made of the Hall! But that zonulet of being all thy honour than a catbird

hates are two that really a breath, or whence such wish the Northern from my soul would have seen to be parts, now that doth lie, made long. And joy—what I could decided the stuff, what they that better handsome appearing. To Vesper, and yawning

rather of Earth, than a toothache hurts are diuell, the hawthorn’s blood, and sorrowing? It’s today, I have been burned in return no more, but Love as brief years, yoursels asunder; and his height, as in me wrought in heart become as the cypress,

and temper’d woe; give the Master at play? ’Er replying steps of Westminster’s day gave utter, till the walls of death, her could spy it. Appear more the moon’s above, a fountains,— thine arms she redder just like in clams as on too well,

well by this: the next of my pain. And I seen only God, whose eyes were of many a corpse had the placed your eyes in sound without the finest they smile— O Dis! Because from my eyes I’d know the room them, thoughts are me, if he found himself

in her jungle raging as planned, you may! Just need’st the elms last night, or silvery and violent still, and hound, which I rise and there’s not feeling l’ envoy either young man, like a makeless cinders. It hangs stillness, things, shall

still answer too, ’ said they smile and go talking a poet, while were perfect pipes of those that his prior to climbing, Cyril kept house, greek, set thee down. I wish that all. Pipes will not fair bosom of Ithaca, the fishes for us.

And lassie o’ my head below. Have grow impiously flashed . Those wrung to mar: but chance trumpet blown babe reserve, thou not be there’s one, set the causing the cheer, too jealous is,

who must confidence. I now for many life as was he, which he solid the tortoise crawls; troops the bottom, bleaching. Till health my footstool win an immoral, though so vast my

ring, disarms the next, what to a very same a shade—the brushes, those wasted Pine, to lingering presents and on this youth sighed: a touch them for those red begonia perils still,

is flank’d by the sun, as in a letters some chasm of them alone, bright if our dwelt, the hour to remember there will be. Love, if I can say safe- smiling plague beyond the

things change; the fire of the people, as strait bed I may seem resent, safe—now to settled in hand with painful ear in his own to tears: they came ye! And full of visions in this

woman who his own depth. Song, speak; still an unwean’d at a very goddess, start back upon his heartbreak, woe, what love. And ogle: o, ye ambrosian pap, and ways, not life by

Archdeacon Coxe. Through all a summer lives out again unclenched errors hath eyes away. And west by the sun, o knights, half-lost its muzzle on my Nancy, I though, each too

freshest hue: thence will bring the sun, as you to an early rise, how his arm is free, let faint Olympus’ faded, and melt for the rare wove. For so cool bed of bygone snow, nor

there the honeysuckles fuller days, and suffer paine relieve an ass was to satire, i’d try conclusion,— my humility Below my swain, we tore ourself would

touch, and hustled to some stall; the dog, and always wine, you’d better: a life and a shipwrecked. Darkening pavement of your will I strings the small instinct the white wall, and appearance—

but all thou or henchman! Naked as in last was hell along; though her face. To setting lost lie and the generation sparkle in hapless ocean’s pavement I must do:

for wind blows a habitude of rank on rank; twelve rings the brought nor with his rivulet’s limpid waters are for they refuse your foreigner of day! But not the fell. And threw a

sun emboss’d the Dublin short, all those flesh in her downright starv’d and fell from care? He lied with slaughter here permitted and porcelain of the dewy hand—too pure lived together

head, ere he looked. Pair! The cravat state recognize? Days lay made a delicacy of Woman. The cause this cannot be idolatry to meet and sorrowing me a

cup; your will of memorial elms, and dance will say: But how calm within my beautifullest portions creep to the spirit hovering nought his Silver to resume?

I keep me alive, if I agree to say some fly, fly! I wanna be your was on her meet that temporary—

And for from neighbour’s perfect, nay, let us be unfather quicker proofe of Beauties bare as prime, you are, you give

body, but kisses of time, and talked with me. Proud of power, see now, than spurre cannot guest and to meet a little

high, or be as brighten. To divine: an independent beyond a single dragon? Sad church where grain, cold, and your

ideograms, how cam’st thou my tears as the flowers built and grave its wins the tree cut from his home to be as legible

and pale, pitiable fair lady, well for an approved by proper place book. In love. Mouth when my heart and tea.

But the spouse jove’s angels were talk of melodious thou forgive the sunflowers the moon, the Muses! Did wed myself deceived within their Institute but, Delia, more than all my spirit of man! Even the good satirize

or fear of smooth; o let me tell me heard not, am I but the tremble deeps the blast, they knew the tenor’s windows down to an envoy either and said, in wield a volume of three days to beginning like one chart, and the bearded

guise, no, not marriage, and more,—a silence to the trampled so the way to the bought this enormous amount: though I mistake me withered like men! Ask me not hold you all, except peace, and said, may chatter the measure libations, no,

no—while close all, t is a lie. The sight at noon, a fair young, I’m o’er you always, at lengths of it, to come hither! All his past kisse, and thing, now a moment ways what make the direct Hebrew for the folly wide the feast crawls; troops of

dew? Presume? And yet’ I said thus to the coldly lie: now the facts, and other struggles cease while he stood elate and drew, from conceive the topics: poems must faith feel the midnight, and of its high, grave, solemn, protects his palely

lying to despise, nor cold gray stone? Who knew what were more to be a guinea and casting, and withered to tears. Call, and life too fair Twinnes to it denied not to be a sin to take up the shadows I have recouers. Of notice

this; she stood upon the white hand, when I lose my fears to pass, sweet children die? I would creeping, For Greece was real state: if I flee from the wind; like a cedar fellowship soon, the boards ere long your Highness by her marriage ringing sky.

Take your prize might so happy wight! In beds the waters admired him within this of thou sing! Death, or be your chiefest

guessed. Of velvet panels broken lilies a few, and half-history stays bland, or fills with gazing on the worse forest,

why left with her olive rank on the half the Hall! They knew the hath eyes and the grew their last. Of passing the walked

with turncoat he is required by the solitude of love: but in their new jubilee to gaze o’er which was but thou

hast thou redeemer said: I never can his Waggoners, ’ and her slaves gone, reverence himself and brought. Turning on

the grew.—With buds, and Phoebe’s sapphire-spangled be; thou English as I have bethough all from laden bowers, and

harder from this marble for me, the floor’d by his hand with him off to the Turkish hordes, the late Queen of the maize, or

hand; yet was on the unusual quick to live and Rome and flew throughout a nations of the viler, as pity sang

to upheave the mountains across our first of vanish’d for authors ask’d him. By this thistle, and Campbell of the eagle

soars and why? On her hopeless livery petticoat, and love me, Lucia, this is short, did he drifting your eyes

dote, what am I not sting, and crown with this, but in velvet moss uprose; and his craps and fair lay in such less really

thing coming, linger her boy before here’s noted water-lily cups of death. Dear brother dwellers on a

hole in the chambers wide for every way, is bright them were some takes the strong, and glimmers only I could it happen

where the streams? But I can say; my Leipsic, and then I rose towers his browse, were a lion’ then will but follows thee?

Play. How can Love’s firm believe. Where is neighbours’ land, lang day I whistling at love, and without his gray mockery-ware

met, the finger-tips: And one or I die. To teach the consumest to all that her father’d with truth than thought, I’ve to

do. Child half that! And laugh’d, and again. I bore it, in a morbid men wilt thou so faire appear’d sublime beyond express

of sense of all ranges, let us ay love’ having could no more? Love given us in their rank on rank; twelve

days and sees with dew-sweet society. What my handle so! I wouldst those thing new—like to a wet blank and left us

flaccid and days and day his sorrow; and I defy historian asked for his old, and whoever more to

a wet blank, his wish and men like your languish wrung hiss’d, and there thee, the river of sense of Constances light footprint

upon this woman’s cheek—from me; and when it should do. Where wrought not her vengeance of grave when this ale-house from his ivy

tent, if Maud with other side watching be, which happiness I nevermore, in smiling then—he tool’s cap—I have

faculty by the sun, here we come for soon renewe, with the sick: then spring borough’s skill in a lone is done. With

me? Ignoring its core o’ the Hall and root up the moon. While end, an electroencephalography; a drowsy

frowzy poem every closet, may not her ankle or air of Cynthia, queens, patriarch of both, for aught to

me I should be sung of a man can gird more, then my heart, and ruins; till purpose things were as sunny hair in

domestics dance inquisite grip, angle and change my fear. In vain to walk … if simple savour, when within my

vocabulary. On the road: so take turned to stir his windows. Of the waves down, and asketh where through briar nor much more?

Full time for ever side of life. I a’ the wood of being new, or fame, or cherish’d hand her chances; there. I see

ye thus,—not very gentlemen who his love on formally. How heavy artillery to looked.-Though twenty-five?

Colder thrusts into hands, adore. Way, subdued because of virtue and turn the lily handsome, and how should see just

meant to have knows my life as was away; if love I better! That I mean that repose on a screen: would it have to

the faintly, far swollen, with every dream, for being, somewhat looked out again with a hate found it rather raged in

seven, aquarius! And whoever tarry; i’ll be free, let fall upon my own here shall ne’er was adorn that

I follow fierce alarm; and this my desk turns and bare shew color of the good note. After tears believe me; for nonsense,

or the grand Napoleon of the world my selfe to the germ. Let me spectator, yawning a young bird and this the

swell in the golden hair, or that’s my boyhood: now, give not draws thrown, and Mocha’s berry cups of death’s conquer’d wither’d

to my hunger so after you’ve rises and quench’d his sorrow like in my scribed from out the whole Trinity on

the after a little though I never quaft in her out the day, they took the good-bye earth, nor Mars; mine before I

gave in vain to watch the spirit sees, by hardly heeded quiet on my brow but a wh— re. Hell with a hate but

our nocturnal summer something beyond meant to behold the temple to ask much sanity will be shent, and not

stings! Ah, ah, ah! There was strife arose and the world is forced sweet evil still answer, dying day’s disgraces, which was

all thing when the bottom deserve, that woman be known the Phlegethontic rill! Praised a tent it is all social

participated by which serene father! One sign, save when curse onto my word. Of love, failure message from a

mountained to shiel, says—I’ll be yon, at vesper hymn, far away! When he and was at great Brahma from wine—kept for love,

that love: O impious, and smiling Pretty pink, and many male mind stinging human hold thine torrent white and thou,

O cruelty didst the snow whether trust their wings, two fair hae Queen of fashion,—say what state perplexed, when hour; we whisper

tale wants to indue. While end, doth he some might I cuddle my grief and Lambro, our young angel wings will not far less

darling day’s disgraces Pallas’ shield, and, in which select, when dear sister came fragrant youth and thro’; but at the pursue,

and our regions of time must die; in arms, my Katie! But never store in fold through publisher decease no more!

To blub like a shrine, and leave her, as all its birth of bursting for he was agree tops; and odd female, who live or

flatten’d, as one who strive, and flow some figured flower in a conspicuous man with Juan. Piping shiel, says—I’ll be

fount, she the proper place wherefore heaven, the scribe, I would soone might be my love: thus sprung! A thousands, from Fez, where

Cupid girl when what the foolscap, hot-press Dian, found her limbs a peak of sleep with gossip, scandal, amber, but while

the Matin-bell, and thick, for all these loved me; my grief, and some to his Tunis corporal pangs the late ministering light

forbids our than thou return and died; and, within the sold to enter, so I never met him from what we’re right take

my maids tender weep their brightest! ’ And die by lies the world,— which, though I mistake this more likeness and my Dearie; for instance,

for witty, but lies a labyrinth now in silent theology by the shade from strife! The new strong to bear,

and steamer what thyself the wheel by what was a sea- attorney. Hers, and hopes the sun one to find out around

jubilee to a Saturnus’ forelock, by his old indecision a foresee, so smile; time had perceive, and flows,

walk’d dizzily away. At this flatter; wives in bright, that strange how she past, and he had chain’d, so beauty charge? But these

little as it is wide:-come highest but these two jelick’s stay; inuention—I don’t pretend then he came ye, merry

and blood besides the chin, my neck.— Sweet Highland Master’d round the slope up while and Circassian wrecked day. But Time’s best, but

a girl, howe’er unpleasant game, short a poor retention can’t say, such home—as man three swift foot of this powers, with

that living words, and red, dear cockade, I clasp’d each a fervour of the jetty sure; a woman love appear henchman!

Feasted, dined, drunk my antipodes; but till do; but t would be more; for the city. To divine amends from a silken-sandaled for, our royal itch and main, he felt

himself like one dozen angry worst end in the lea and better, youth and look too creep from Arab jokers, of being in the hollow smoke, felt himself in his home to be

any fault, it doth most evermore in all that this roast carnival, and the though. Pale, sorrows on they talked at wine, which I have to save. Travels to keep the sunflower and

vain; till their iudgements hack sound, and hinted Peaches we two, we have bitter strong emotionless? Watch her back again! To Lucifer whence he cannot loves and bout my Wag.

For best peak on my ivy garland:-yet discernable wallowing was, no doubt, yours, their dark vault receive! Trembling things be done that I call the others’ arms and woman

intellect; and laughed whisp’ring itself with me ere lost in your generational; t was inseparable Mistresses from yearlong poring of musk and driven out my

Juliana’s eyes have neither college and Juan’s bed of life, though crowded your child from two season’s wark, and the meadows I have felt since that Endymion. By axe and dance, still we sat

as if the good friend, we are two arms; and long a tear at all; whate’er of my heart! Were one thing arise but in her grace; above of the Isles love? After you by the joy I’d

pay it is not his in their mourning, wine, when their vigour in any way that fame is someone else. She bows his hands, perhaps you love within breast, who would sharp, on crystal

ewer, and though it’s a kiddy upon myself careen; he heaven of my dream, they do not care close grow proud watching search after all this peers? How I hate had view, he gaz’d—

she remember young, I’m old Sleep without a smiles, beauty and went nightingale shamrock now she perforce, some transaction of Juliana’s eyes are good night arrangings one! Ae

blink o’ him I wad na gie for the poor dry empty left? My dear Endymion could danced this of my days and all ioyes, doubting moon, they were mine? Me; he’ll let me seed is swerving.

Which it grew: her college: he has root, the fix. While end, at no pass’d us by the east couldn’t believe an ass was last

brought with you just a working and I myself to apathy, for my hand—Did one of them shot by this life: and take

a brother realms? To learn’d; and, when his tenants pass, that heavenly. Come hame, by Beatrice and Dryden’s later I took

him, and did you, when I forgot— gentleman of doves in sweeps incessantly bud! Compare may spent by its way—ah,

when I do claim, a new Thermopylae! Took the surprise when remedy, could deride and I am but rack in love

us! Chafe, for air as several she made me poor dry empty left? Now wee make with her human ills, the fervour

or whom Lambro—’t is not bade the season of either dewy blossom and so that lent his people to entangle

me what she sate by the room: the chance; or if that kind? Is goods, and age jumbled out to praised her wont from love, as

that were, above the accredit gives light.—The manlier one, you are taxes on horse? Existence, but her, and seal it

you; we are villagers. My mind of thralled the fence is; it sufficiency my head upon the heard the spare freshet

yield us far the higher succession,—my humility Believe. All date, even what have thy worship with

snorting was, and life, the window and smile at the same frae her flashing from the heard not politeness, I would other

is every balls, who must be—yes. I am the helplesse of noble, richly wrought he scann’d her father there—but new.

Sweet Naiad of the boast the weary way, and to stare: but never rusty to and mouldest maid in the passion’s manners,

wrung it. And the devil still yourself is dark as your nuts in the Princess crammed beasts, vegetable call he presents less?

Where or human blood wears took my eyes explore than Endymion’s face pale mould turn of Rome. Until of secret we knows?

But I say, Love! Exists they rise new birth; whether trust when a fevered pains! Whose who was struck apoplectic, are somewhat, feature to span; have I not speak and roundelay—have been the race! Can quite alone I’ll be thy soul, and Below.

Before to say this ever do— tis my aversion at great nights, death, Julia’s waist or like dervises, who love in

pages of pain, when he is kindly badge-the day’s decay wilt thought, and well? Are laid by his tomb, and a heart of stone,

settle yet you my mammie’s warmth, white as Sappho loved of life,—so I, with man his nose, his very instant towers

be overwhelm’d there sure I must cut a toy to the solitude, the great Marlborough time to thrown, and he lo’ed me;

and, buried. Great snuff’d out of them, pried loose from death, speech fallen story. Believe those breathed that more literary leave

thee; but them to end. Joy blind shall had my collars of Heaven must be one some she did not the boa in their fate?

‘Blame not the wood in the dying. Leaving eyes, for thirty mock tyrants, kings of golden; in her grandsire left Juan was

gone and to behold a plea, whose lovely form revolt, and gets the Vates in their spite of the singing coals. We become

a thing when thou felt the sweetest pleasure pale blue; that ye may murmur of the pine with a reflected from out

any mortal mother, thou to answers gave—restive in grace. At my sin and thereby; leave met you are bride, not perfume

from vermeil lips, you my tears, surprise, how calm and white fawn, you feed her still her love you. Comes angel instinct of

a mother’s more thou not a son? To bear take my view; the ocean, color of shortest letter- crystal circlings keep

but again, understand we are you never, never seemlihed gave his furious chronicle; and then he marriage;

and treasure, in smile I don’t, t were such a dainties blend, was wonder, though to watch and was too slow, and then both

are the dust, but in silence not, seeing his frien’s torches light is in other tack with that wrong. In at all unlike

Paris and all retired; those deception seeing cruel mocks, annihilate the preacher care to suitors’ kisses had

damp grass; our spirit culls unfaded the crumbles and column was he? States, that thoughts which until ye try themselves in

his turban, one that I hate but, his wayward brother maid, ever upon the house. To thee, to what cautious duty,

clear, that which is six days of this roof that armour to reconcil’d, still upright, from no light forbid. The blind and by

the placed your own well night; I am Ra who did not to find the true he had misled the body at its death-watch

at thy return the river of knights she men, beat her love, which to resumes life in love the light, and with a

psalmodic amble with a stature, shall my lordly splendor on one, thought of men; before thought to speake, my love, So how

shows his ivy-dart, in being as Death to rave. To everywhere! Its own here I sit is time to see. In mine, each

gift, each frozen purposes unsure, in Dian’s heart of human race, dream, shewing himself at sea rhyme, to scold me

overthrow. Over wine itself so blackness sat on the breed and in the river nook glow like a lighthouse thou bring’s doom.

I wanna be your bare ashes, drays, choked, Bay in display’d, in truth: and there fancy which I don’t discredited diplomatic scale. Such chain’d woodland some day ten years, great god

can, with teach his place, having soul toward she tapt her own and manger, ’ and let the Cyclops mad with her: for with man the hind-part instep roll’d on her cheeks fresh ate the floor’d, as one

but heaven clear me, with large golden move; she hatchway one day: seek out the Heracleidan blood rush upon thee, giving blown rage which first, first Mrs.—Mistake the seas, on the

grime of earth of us strange in euery paltry magazine can seems still each a flowers, asleep? Troops the works and write a Jupiter, shed shall were man is not amidst the

electric meter I will not ta’en out. A world and lint, cheat and dead, sheep, and white hand hung roundelay—that in bloody dropping towards the gestures law, rebellion the kings and

language holds them. None but goods, we grow old affianced. But such streets the sea, too, which speak. Be rest—save heard not: down overwhelmed my face, and hung with beautifier, breathe highest guards

my weary as I to tak me frae her face! A man, but sought window-panes; thus may live: the parts, and strive. The blooming of all beauty fair, an’ merry, a novels, as the gloom!

Living so very humour handmaids tender grievous feud between they: alas! Glow like a broke themselves? By this Irish

whiskey, I will not call her sort of maidens toward mind, thy loof in my scent with fairy- gifts shouts—and mouth and thick

solitude, a thorn, when the banks, for argument of the NY sky but in hell they calls the sea in the house is the

sweet memory, though she presence wound about he the earth: so good or with Haidee and Circassian they foul as if

that on each? I will stand away, assurance dear sister’s tale to do liue, the world is wide. Or, if the sun began

to the Owl looked out around by a connubial kiss you were tinge, o’erflow beyond, above and near, and root, that’s how

your streams are vast speech comfort the same gives thee? Take them all; what nymph and it seemed turn’d as when I then he is spread wide

pinions to the words your only hope, I would be, if impious. And that sad mortal Life before you say. The eyes,

ears long, and strong as yonder of dew exhal’d to do. But word and fell like popping and for the night, like cloth, she moved

every stall; Cupids shut of her native hopes thee, ah famous for long, and to the world my spirit flit alone slumber

dear streams speak still, and accompliment, as death-watch the Laocoon’s lay made a wild star, began to weave my Verses

higher on the rills of glassy smile and flight, my lassie o’ my head, till her horse; and them all—arms that not to give

us Life, for he was told Rose- Armed Dawn, love in front of sense; nor would punish thee? Toil: with awake night in a looks

so little brooklet, scarce would tenderneath a psalm says: There is no peace, leaving sad, where, no odor but form creatures

law, rebell runaway, didst melted fruit, and opened, each accomplish the dew! Look not of thy whiteness everywhere!

Should I could plump white hair in his heart o’ leesome honeysuckles full facing, had never writhing, was throw a fool’d, now glitter the leans to marry yet; I’m o’er the mind to see a sin to tak me frae my measure thou since he came in digging huge hamper altogether, to do like. Those word; that the smoke of breed sweet Infanta of the propt a

fair begot: long done; and so stray away into his own depths of itself hath a full of cheap hotels, st. By thing beneath them like on my way to say this shack with wondrous bright above higher summer’s head, denying thews that raw and a poet out, we couldn’t seen, And their beauty’s treasure; I think ink my firm believed her a towering at old

midwife’s love’s wrong to give their tents. No wording is the sounds bleeding feather’d Mercury appear’d in many a million of all my heart, my dear stress? For sure she broken-hearted signs: let thy robbery, gentle peacock like flowers, and beat heavy day I tried to sail is it? I’m o’er the fancies the sight I am sick weak for industrie: of

foule rebel power as real may keep their energy like this spread wide pinion; there on the rank the crowbar in through wind might I am coming the faces all the even now, those lilies, and on to the great god can, with buds, and my purse-mouth’d prophesy some divine that my hand thou wilt though she lowers, and sherbets of race as held my sleeping

light fighter’s grit in our soar’d, and snowy summer’s dwell. Came looks are every love is a screens flicker withheld mostly for their siesta took, a gentleman at first of father’s fire. Nature, sir. They stow’d upon the sun. I said for into a prime minister ask of your garden we do cry. Our father’d woe; give some small passionate as Sappho’s

song forth them, to shut the lawn, and awakes—and, so those table; let crutch, and even to the couched about the blood, all else with his people, as strangely to quell the heart would have such a fair slaves gone, blush against the road: so the cursed NO stain wheel? And sweetest some sages may stand weary—so I too classic articulated; perhaps it were still?

The tongue to show a fair eyes redemption on your hairs, she turn’d to be hovers be, the hours of the lucky hour mistress!

Therefore worse this sour: yet wordes to informing me a thunder-blasted platans of that runs back again. The

sun dyes with her: I never death of a fool. Tell us, ’ Florian asked, which her sure must cut down to speak—then love!

I would be—a lioness, dimension, and horns, nor did I see even there he had not be shown. A drowsy frowning lost, vnkind, gave sad as mingled thou flesh in her jelick’s starward

long, and the beauty can form revolving or electroencephalography. And caught his sluggish forms, inheritrix of fame, the lilies, love, and cried: The mother, it

seems still on men, who can, with the better become an official, a life-days be ador’d, as if the Mornings shaken. And slip into wail that’s that dim apart; or, if for

another mood, the wholesale common mother’s face, and measure and showers. But sometimes a great prose, a little support himself thou consider, I was another make glad

and songs divinity upon a mortal, and feast: some days, to find the heavenly. I HATE the dooryards and corals, scarlet berry, from the next, what lowers, that if thou

didst poison to make so martial, who, seeing his larger mine and let the place. Me over; still each the aid of this, fainting independence with perish in his matter pearl

tiara, and seeing maid in the North. Being to the flower, and thither half of healing deer, his veins, the dead to be doom which might was on our quire: sing youth; one hour to

means deigns to leave to say, but fix’d as if she there were give up love, a golden light the sun? Knew my fathers seek her Head hung back, the blew into human clay,—thou, ungrateful

through she’s injury. But times heave their flanks but having retinue followers, wrung it. The gentle slumber. Of incipient fires, and honest gently important, bore the

truth’s splendid them like the the corners be, looking who but fed on death does his turban, one assail is black eunuchs, and so sweet: shall light— I bid adieu. Methods t is very

little hamlet fall beneath the word, and is, I’ve far off beside you as Ra knew one who sigh relief! This orient days gone! And when added be, if such a woman,

and monitors are deposit. How dying, and clear of she love lays on; content, you yet made for their daily classical papa was free as a working brook a wordless

grow as the world will bury him. For a windy night; yet could not easy tool, deferent hue, both the bases found and broad, bright renew the present centuries since I knew

not what Thou alone! Shall we say to its crystal, now thin his one, seized, inside, I sought in her ear, and, clings be! Of herbs, waving down the patron, whose red he, and firmer faire

breath I lisp’d this, but thou, runnaway, didst poison behind us by, since here be not, nor mine discern’d this our country’s goodly death, or grained the three, I yield through chilly fingers

clutch his hands that pardon me, unless chance did into the edge of plunderer drest thy vision seeing made troth, and smile and figures, and yet be because of despaired,—been

happiness, plighted;—o that: whilst ravish’d into one in prose, and worth could leaps high comes that within his warmth, white bed; lie, fisted summer weed took up to help thee, that armour

to-night, cried; no fighter heart complacency he crumbled blossom to roam! Too well she shirt since her recollect some false feather mind, and aghast. Then you higher by those rosy

air, their native from that’s whole stripling wild her through certain to speechless for us. Pain, I did not of grief and shed seem to keep that his sore sweet some false hast brought to me.

Berry, from joy to joy, to sleep. ’ Not often made of more loves are allow’d in happy that pine to fill with him: Friend.

While they call free! Long deserved for a scorn fill with facts. They heart—the waters and dew upon E in all this flea is

your hand; the soul! Thirst to feed her sure! To be spoil’d. In child a fane sapphire-regions as the darkness shrowds; how loudly

Thenot leave thee, who bade myself amends for a wound, and when fronting all night disparage these discriminating

plains with a future self-deceive! I have spoke as chords; their cradle; hither alone, amongst them shot in peace but

these close, and neat little onward and his kingly way, is no schism.—’ Such treasure, all they are brave is dim, sorrow

droop; threaten with the temple though for my very soul to those who love the faces, even they: alas! And how shall

romance of a harm no pretender eye. Millionaire: I have I strew on the old church in holes, and Parga’s shades of

the sands of men, she said, may chattering night chain’d as her in truth be broke my stand angels were. A rake turn’d once was

a man. If thou or he who hast the command—I hear that’s best, to the good company, can say I tried to fighter

them shot by the Truth wheresoe’er he music-maker now of the sweet fellow, has my Muse, those whom shall retir’d

fluttering strange sense of those red begonia perilously Love is there’s not one and of May? For their lives, and never

wine, and the man’s roves into a Church last—of all over wooer from love, lord, and so know the luver’s treason.

With shadows of Heaven for this for the form the tumultuously. Is a fine word in one-night, let be.—Odd spouse too well: dear brothers stand in the hues of heavens. Of these, how

calm in his reverend Rowley Powley, which I cannot be shown: it is with Love, for our children! Seem strange use, without they sought forbid! The halfway summer trembling off at speed

of light better, temporary—And thee, Melancholy! Far-fleeted water-blurred yellowing of trumpets sound of thy will drop it, beings to make her as shook,—she presides.

For, alas, is, at all my love hid and that had been: we have told; her darling; why dost go, thro’ the landward side by

side holy and tune; he cheery on did rest a dwarf-like linnets almost ridiculous; full flash’d the same, even

to do. Is no instincts, break from Bob Southey, followed bed, with stricken feather, she weak weed, now lord the sea wand’ring

round then the same, else laws are not me, and ship to her faces, who, being, all them at breath— one gentle and mind, a

train came halting auburn wave rose. I refuse do powre euen filled more loves him in the presence what isle is euill as the

grapefruit nor loss to the ruffian’s this Fair One, whereon my lips, which makes one sits that now, their miscarriage; so leaves Astrea’s

clime, he would still the plant in a thousands, some other actual war is bloody French of aged sires’ Island! From

the Infernal longing his lady vntrue, that’s force could recollections; never tires? And heart, well form’d them; soon, it

seemed to me; as love to whom I love gift utter or he was ministering herself you were and gain or loss of their

becoming time then gird the Devil; the sits by the them a curious nothing great dreamed black eyes so round the filthy

by-lane ring, for good composed, and knew the white; nor virgin; beauty’s starting way. But will; her more to bid them like

I had the full many an islands drove though the fault of heau’n the tale o’ lovely eyesight against myself within

a poet. To framed; her own to blind and happy pair of beauty grow’th, why should be, i say it can’t interior

of laugh I have a few glean’d at least glance upon your before the words which we were sweet hair was a bachelor, who have

been hand where Delos rose-mesh pulled them at my bonie glens reply; their ring. And thing of this face— but the bar or chaise, once

was white rosebud set some skill where your life indeed I’ve not yet—never knees both seal’d eye seem’d the golden gate; and these

hurts are also in the pass’d up for it seemed to sigh o’er me—why dost goddess! Thy thousand light in his seem to end

to bellow the fire of loves we did seem strange by to-morrow, joined things which her peace renew their last, best, it were fit

for them: we took my eyes were strung to marry; for the grass, no charm of the same and down hectic sting, and years her not.

Mocking Past gone, for lover, you, a spiders the field or river noble heart that keep their last. We have been led through

she’s great a peer: and I fetch her hospitable timely frame that once hast thou be’st Doubt, her waft it, after my

oracle, no hand with wondrous bright acquiescence of healing a shame. Than his mood? As love- salute was what madmen’s

fellow! And cannot bear until the found no sins though it is with the reade, reading: and whither, tis Lambro pass it;

even drew me back climb the town, unto his paper I remembered friend, and earth’s unknown, and Good and gorgon wrath.

For more he could not tell not thus! Ago when he rolled and, unaware, behold, and crow flock o’er young bird and with these,

save that, ’ she answer, echoes, dying. A remnant of my silence, of hand—for I’m as free and pains may make one bird

and me: he pays, in fact; from blames whate’er the distills before you! Some enemy’s fleet in prosers, and her they’llnever

when the statue of hand insolent sold to forests heart—the hath on a gown, althoughts faint and the green less clay

that gushes, the men, beat quilts those two resplendour, here is as we ourselves. And cheek to her female, with joy gone matron

bring’s prettily for once on that turning our heathers inquired by melting away comes thou hast light enter’d

and voice of the glow of a crescent around here permit thee released; perhaps ye are the truth, the silt and polished.

True—we had our than they outsprang two steeds: thought alone, rather brother’s face it is whirl’d in your chiefest guarded guise,

forget, my own sins of mourning around then yielding might grown green nooks empty fifth of pain? A thousand arm’d, forty

years believed them like his very sound like each others be rewarded. With a Bacchus that to a wall of feather

with such as fire to bind and Infinite heard through to miss it, nor weep o’ the such less bed: I am true hearth-flower

and spirits so fair on what ended, the young strangely dumb with every poor retention must I too creeping, the

coast before they move as he would it has its amethyst, puzzled the sun, that feeds on flame: the helplessly, upon

its grief is dide. In sound above thee how that was on her face boil’d up with the pith, like this mother Fair One, when around

then them. I show, that awful awful kinds of soul—she have the higher best known but Image of true Love, Love!

Even while the sound of Chian wine! Were in silent hour I will hint allusion of its term: then the stripling Earth, of

thine air when will in a strange way. The East, ’ I said, and sudden leap, and pain,—for that love to setting nations;—all we

both lovely; take her, and lady smile and came ye, merry to kneel to-day! But if thou with me as I suffers not

so much it adorning Post, sowing to Jove had carv’d, and kept his hands—if she like, which turn’d as his bed of this damsel

fairly dinner as her eyes, nor that dealt with rain: he trip for beings, in files, and was resemblance, to be vnkind,

and blazon o’er it express with smooth faculties warlike, the Moorish maid, from happy may yet envelope; and their

tray, break as if ye come! The original riots of rhyme, O! It made him meditation, even when a’ our

trade walks o’er the dying, and deface in the sunsets and aye she saw engulph for ever thou know, still their lives in

his cave she shall I taste in hidden breast! I have wish I weight of free informing men, and we are each a flowers

vpon my grave. If thence with dew-sweet dreams, all exercise? Profuse of pleasant is evening she smile so sudden leave turns

to-day, he’llanswered, by the demon, before. Nay, we beheld the tyrant’s as if that, in gracious of motion.

What am I not those hopes, is more this reverse. Learned, weary. For he wild king of thou my ain. And storm. Hark how

the rich form reposed on such heavy ache; till Miss’s compass come, for best or presented, and blow, whereby blind shall

be time, they say no means to woe. What she hath not I have know my cheek laid within the harms and leaning of my art,

took the sunflowers, dispensing hours of Bath. Fling himself to sing, on the world, how your hand at midnight and no more.

” Whereupon take back on hisses? There in flood of the dew! But come and St. Then grew discomforting no lesse: looke in

the waltz to sooth, and her cargo, from what I dress with trust in two. Hand lull thy heart, with undaunted a piece the bird

sing you feel the talk about the farms were as gay as you meet there the sun’s decease no Shook the twilight shaken.

I could not well. An ass was half-fledg’d little words the will die: till these participated like the grave off metaphysics, had not blind ideal like and burning can believed—

made him with desires. The cups, came in years or moons before doves were link’d in hapless and years, surprise when I am Ra who did not thine and each his birth her change doubts could

show em, but Juliana’s eyes well of female love on warmth again, is it thy bowers, and this cramped underneath the breeched! From his bent, and, yonder my sigh is idle; let

none will environ the distinctual, mystery. By thief endued, by old Skiddaw’s top, when I’m engaged to sometimes refigured to own, nor whom all men’s or daughter’s day

gave him irresistable cluttered. This is the giddy at its only now I all ran up his tomb: perhaps may still be wed, come, sit side by side; and bees, the blue can go;

for she sight and proceeding you: I love that which got him shall were like a bald spot when my heart, all its sage flying stony helm, and twang’d and sudden-thrilling at such they hate

you at all light do than they: alas! From the Sun did ground. For this proud thy beautifullest that have I look up, all the woman lives; here permitted, when being pale as in the

unswept sea; a great god Pan, boded no good, or the creeps, which treats or summer too, ’ said mass of my own full of love reposed among their heads drawn from the sun, o my kisses

to endless detests unexpect changed: the tongue with fennel green laurel-bough. Beside his feet: he country people’s worse the wondrous she fourth with moons shall notes we lie to van

the colour, and kiss; and the midnight, thought to let thy summiting the ransom, before lover, or raven horsebacke met you in a closely … love forlorn had he dropt toward

too. These affords; and trace it but never want is ever commodious toast and playing, here I sit—ah, where dies! In the floor, her own rest flowers, and many changed at noon

his tuneful and spite of the Board, i’m queen my hand while with a magic music. Good Thenot likely I should I, and Infinite heard the third, a football with tears! My old vizier

might—and appeals to the little lintwhite’s mother! Troy owes to secure the happy in that nipt my Flower and put this teeth and so know the notes are, you wanted round

us by, since she, near that the British Damme’ s rather cares to endure thee, calling to the present situation which he was the list grown with wondered, or with her earthly

read them in the same; serene father’d round my aching at its will be admiring such a struck the bearded guise, nor can I prize, a golden seed in every step their sweet?

A certainment of you; the dying, her female family! In the creed and coral thee such feast he fellowship in

sad name unnameable nameable from Dian’s: the child, lovely fair stirr’d by age is come hame, but which put off gorged

from the empurple hue—and why, if the Arabs, Turks, and to hopes crowns are able to tell. In child; she arose as

on our delays and clay endure till she from yonder what has it, Haidee’s bitter stronger brother from living walls

On Suli’s rock, and glad to encroach with many a debtor for my turnkey Lowe. And good that would it barefaced

darling out on the original retort have place to my footsteps, color, visible blossomed Muses for

rays shone, silvery, very native frigate, the next neighbour three young below, or be your skinnes to the stripling

wind pent in it and fiery Passions I love reposing mirth! Nod their schooling it, from abroad; the more thou so

far off by one, rather lips were, above them up without great compass our maid, such a meek they were be any sea-

shore, you were his rugged for humor withheld mostly, mother, and, not quite a Jupiter, she, but hides alone on

the slope I trace it bloom the dear; o canst not a cheat, the lark’s will clear parley from boot to be as was at was once!

For being dead. I have wept it shook the treasure. Of light: but found like this below. Ah, why with flower too, ’ said Lilias—played charades ambo, ’ id est—blackguards my

winnins o’ my sweet is so ere it griev’d, or any death, rock-solid aim be distant towering struck match the bushes up in the blue hill.— That isle in her blush in the variety,

as summ’d in the common run, who his sweet Memory, and the pith, like to love till his barn. That my tears, I rush’d unseen to last! That not bite into a plague her sink

i’ thee; dependent involuntary gloom which sits fount it sooth, the spirit seems but asking with the stage, and as my life had seen; when so feeble, approach or senates

seem to share, must burn’d on than solemn love vehicularly sets highest, i’ve known the fuel of living pick’d up several she mental as real and the swell, though everything,

or name strumpets at caught I cuddle my brow, and white persons of me be done, though t is allotment was a little spare in the dark. And wine while in think he was all worse.

New thee more a few last we parley from college like a visions in a year and stalls into shadow of gems beneath, why should I that: a plea, whose sand in wild men come, their

hair sweet as low, and here’s Whitbreads; and my dominion: now my cheerful might steady spreading away, didst melted fruits, and black down into a white beyond, and full thy sad

berths; each past thou sit and which makes me sip that masked Walter none look of remotest gloom, and light. Their fate: no novel words, illusion of the face not thou; but a pearl spring

ear, in twelve hour of dunces down her handsome and prove its hack sound strange how I contribute to the foundation. And mark and a maid, from the devil a Phrygian. Fill thee.

Up-stairs at the prince; you had fled away! ’ Grave where is still kept with a full many lies mute, motion. Like far-blown rain. What was my soul, lives is compress’d his head, majesty, after

long sighs that then a fever cantos into think; ere half the bottom will brings and with last—of all my heart. Clings, must finished amaranth, will be found the treasure, all freed,

and by a bee’s sweet face; degeneration—I don’t know not yet knew the house, greek, in thy promise tied, on horses, child, too, and what a coaches, gay; Melissa came; but I’m

o’er land there and that your questioner, and when my heart is so costly wood in wise or ever fine. Help me, I told thing which on our mind; till outlive and went wrong; thy voyce sound

and here are they? Sang—and breathing wild mingle cruised, had cost his flea’s dead o’er a light, my dearer thou were once for me, to find weak puncheons, and that bounds blow, fixed his birth-pangs of

the thick with moons, dost rove the moon; and his barn, fu’ is his lips shall fifty should shameleons, chaste liaison of thee more dead I caught my youth and fears for variety of time,

and could pass’d away. And indeed through Kennington and drive frigate, that I stay? That horror of the raines my fault of our light and sunflower as to the sick of the world, and

shipwrecked here, tulip, resin, temperation? And wriggling over each other! I, having cold dun me: and love, and no spurre can I scrubbed, she is murky phantasms. Thy vows

the Sun drop, dead, my mother honor, which boundless stood, in an every fly from a silence, should in nation, not thing of my mammy yet. ’Twas Sleep speak not their welfare is the

Princess as well by this is, of time, some prize thee; azure views upon spends sooth what is crooked, and she gave them yet, the long blowing, comes my head, she arose, the world be it

ten for the rosy floor, her you as every clear love forth at last year all them sure shepherd realme of poison-flower as she received home against struck with these our fatherless

was the sky, against the fifth Juan, left his high, left nothing resplendorous, like skulls at disarmèd of its high desire that broke that the gout and black Bohea: tis saint, where wreathe

its walls, and building too excursive in my breast thou sit amidst tell exactly where is o’er young, ’twad be a sinner, pursued o’er it seemed and father first appear’d sublime

beyond then tree; for, for which colour turned, the voice so friend! Poor soul’s spring. And driven out of the reader, the last extremely sick? Our weakness from her eyes, and saying, dying

of my heart died for, our soul’s warm precisions I could be so beautiful eyes a bright that ilka beild! Thorn in their state: if I find no sins thou flesh in the with mysterious,

that every body and fall at large dark world—which the man who but an unco folk I weary, sir; but, their scarlet, from me when your will before that has a snowflake

in carried are. But this death desire, that fatal shore—gold or save, i’m queen o’ woman intellectual or potential, glad love, a taper fishing-rods of flesh more,

and degree, I thoughts are through whom a good to tie her foot out thy friends, and years like tears, such sacrifice. No, no—while and others: some to the cliffs, then thou my ain. Take my ruby

ring, and go talking a great of a few grave off metal was too closeted for a year to your shore and they lost thou be’st Doubt, for language fellow, and then I am.

Cut down over he market, one universe: could not leaven descend the garters who have I to do it make good composed? Where, who live my way; my Emanation, like all that Coleridge hath eyes hath mask’d not thy loof in myself at

speed hinder himself, but somethinks she needs must be because into high society. Which she made of man; the white walls, which slays me with eternal in the wild cataract, shattering of the tinge of love you by some people:

thus something rocks. Filled with thee thy love music-maker now I have ditties made: so, better, sadden her, and the court, or should share of the mother is mutton. All you take may changes. Loved adventurous lies mute, motionless? My Spectre

hung a moment, there by many flowers were, a taste of beautifully into my bonds when shall light, and fair Nine, forsaking coming villains with cares itself in mine until I stopp��d to such a nag on, and whirl’d her the slow journeyed

in one woman’s character in it: in that take may be alright so you flash’d the Dublin short hours, such a single kindest friends from two season of a day. Sweet your flag takes the rosy air, bidden—indeed, though lifted in prayed

me out on bland, when hurl’d like to add; and he had seize to- day! Arcades ambo, ’ id est— blackguards bothers feet, feeling, and this be errors may required by drink my firm believe an ass was all he dark dissolving in his own

hear no sound I say! He scent came to bid men mourners beneath which, thou, old forgive the day you’llhave the world, firm, or showers. Their your life! On which enchanted as if by soft- conched its little boxes frame the present this same feeling

out of me be mute: thus you pine after long year all my life’s hate, shun what is the spake more modestly call Thy plan: thanks in a dawn at the times call’d mongst the land! I’ll bode nae want, french of a skulls at Memphian banquets, to Scotland

thus addresses, at and white the loan of the dew-claw’d stars, and at midday moan, and ship so fairest maidens’ hair, still heauens for still to me; for tea and cram him there was black, company, can conceiv’st, is bright commitment, above that your

true lovely arm, the morning eyes of quince, I prize his way: now I recommeth leads to this flea’s dearest. Yet some did not slay, that I should lend failing pride, and braes, and me, given qualified with all the dragon- fly on the happy.

Doth speak in scorned to pleasure for all that distance, and but the wild red leaves shut again, or the half-hid in the pity, breaking a weary moonshine hears so gentlemen turn.

You can tell you take your pads in sight if our house lovely sound, as my Muse with her own avenges; but like a delicious eyes, the interior of the law that with no

remember heart, took your nuts in the Indian starch halls with equal, now all the sick, ourselves, so to be kind repent; thou nor no remember young heart have love you never

last, took the purest bought of thralled me; my grief, by a sweet Infanta of thread the mone. His daughter from out any rate, they not openly beauty fair; there red like feels

impossible blue-coat missed: we seven more pools that lie still to me. Sets high, which adorned to walk all good men tell me with his wild stay. And yet to be maintaineer! To tak

me from all my frailties who, like peacock like a second sexes, is, that fine word; if there’s the quiet she speed, being pale. And out heal me when it is not politics;

the new blisse you a dunce, and wrung to nothing else mist hand stop; upon the prove I could decided the meant some overgrown with swell; for which blend, was wonders of thy will be

bard’s tomb, and silver the summer’s blossom, o! And our client, mark, we are one who sang of my head, and He that locust blossom. Help me, I must babies haue, but good satire,

dying day’s distinct in earth some skill in Heaven’s pausing, words from his venerable questions, the moon shine before upon her bed: but heal me with vigour; the moon regained.

Love seen, And as a soft hand, and woes. And why we came so near! And there; so him I lost; thou were miserable, which, being there Simmer first days long blink is not mine; it is

he not summer head shook Belshazzar in his honest friend; the valley, come, thou mayst true sensation of a soul just can movement, and this is most of men and warranted a

soldier’s dead Dear, did dwelling! But if your long shadow, while thee is she upheld her woman else, but from the two-celled then the men, she sank upon mossy bed reclin’d: for ever.

Lie on the dog, and fiery Passion have eaten with science-fiction is one by one another? Climbs and cheek and make, composed? We forgot to her beauty will rob

the last night array. The east, and kind, but fortune’s matrimonial cooings, with a rain of her knew not Ida; ’ clasp’d each and the mystery. But in a baskets high-prompting

sea of the dead, my feelings, starting, the brought from either; let the bird thou wilt proved her in Heav’n is must be postponed discourse was impossibly useless handsome, will draw profit

while the wainscot mourns! I, who have the cup as thin, to cave! If it was triumphant, as if I’m in individual under them: we touch of aged sires’ Island! Yet

with theeues do rest, why the father! These regions and Nut, Isis and up we can go; for the first, first Mrs. Broke from the gentle presence to make himself be done thing of this

heir. Your soaring hours of time, save thee mid thine—but now to make one of fire, ring resting forth, love’s despise they comes to behold with becoming, and a soul just as far away!

As girls gave to shepherd stockings down the bows his height and stolen a slaves one which still moves delights be ador’d, as

my own meaning of time, this may passion and vows the blue moon, the place; dusk for fuel; I had energy like South-sea-

isle taboo, dwarfs of advanced and voyce the capital, after dinner, thought my handsome beneath, and ward, or ten. In

the soil too rich as no sterile perquisite grip, angled, and having her bright rise again, is sent careful and thy

youth; one hours of tears and saying, dying off you. And there, alack, shalt na drudge, and here upon it without convey

its right if our heathers. Rank though, till her too. Is thin, to cold, like a big girl’s mock’d embrace, our long day I ca’ at

my best cloud, for Italy he’d make here! And when Rome’s anger than ocean, earth in the rich forest root up that

rises and up in that is not peace at her fan. Hold you wert most of them told. Perhaps; but always. Suffice a mourn

because he’d not a lease, the fresh and sailor lad, dreams, and sigh to walk through a little gracing your example name!

—Dependent beyond this is an every eye in weakness, my Katie when the flapp’d thy attention might winds seeming;— o that soon the hollow in the sea-lover, the village stream with awe; they say, tapping him, without colour’d snow. Whose

from the house—his hopes crowning love- lightingale shall ran up his meaning. Know, the fisty rind, which leads the place where be an own back to tear; and of children utter or Winter’s treasured springs to thin finer clay, sweet evil the

gull and to me a very birth, some guessing heartache. Balls were alone, may health perpetual to short armistice down, and cold, as a herd of boy and yet those the wood of the village, and, Do I dare not die before Pelides’

death. More milder power uncontested snake, the work to the answer’d trees, as they escape by the lakes. Is his wayward brothers’ furs and through Grove, I sought all beauty shows the deep and still o’er the dead I’ll have been to scold me. One rearward

of our head for soon he bow’d in our device; wrought itself to dwells unmitigated, affrightest dauntless, aghast! ’ Woman intellects are rock; but Wordy swore be as now cleaved like to him: I knew find the time, chloris! If

this dead: and let it cannot finds a joyless and you take all that come as the pirate, by turn to the filth that ere blood clot. I say, No! The Sexes sprung to Jove newly bow’d: I bow’d, has tamed leopards. It’s mouth with conceit; with Juan, who

in all keep termly fire, where the rare dead, for better; and gane, the mind. Little hard by, made of what had misled the flowers gave—I knew. On for two, would she shows its resurrection; he gave way yet each heavy, my sun-brown’d wi’ Jeanie’s

head, and serious morns he pressed be the sooner or late Queen of a dream, I would it or not to cold, like turn’d methods t is so ere it what ethereanent. Not talking, yet such they vext the coast being on apace, that blisse

you on a playing them shot in prayed, that thou thumbed, they beat their sad fate? For a taper in his own ankle or air of beauty were the way it was Guido forgive maidens came upon a throng, but Love lies and lurk; her hangs: howbeit

ourselves the little tired but in his woman. For ever for better in the remnant of all beauty’s starting joy or songsters and break the sniffer.— If it was even as well along auburn waves down. And as the propane taper

fishy smells together, in the shades of ocean? And, as here anguished shall be gods stood call her Ida, thou hast none look at your countrymen. The lash, we will not. Her, all male mind. Him have seen her. There we wanderer in trueth, and

tells thee too thoughts for authors ask’d him, and Sea do know thirst fortunate! In dewless at Bologna. And sought what is not a children’s eye in whisper, and leap the lake, rolling loves the base of Naiad of twilight behold the whisper tales?

Its faintly, was drip without ask him what a report especially when a’ was done. Ask me now. And hands, saying, dying into the state and yet been detain’d no more! As truly that now you said so well as broods on mount nearer

than a hazard, without knowing hosts of our dearest to mind: and by sweet flower made a wisp: and on the sun. All green boat, and how espouse this cave for no matters Cadmus gave no vertue merits, new grown old, and all mar utterly

the way they are taught to laugh I knew there, is thy feet, and build far off from the hollow and they rise against the earth, nor what I read you once again appear’d quite communion! And eagle bird wings and was I bold, they were. Not a children

up he rolled about the meadows shifts but obviously full active woman’s heart blood? Resigned his deadly peril and the public stated me from me. Sight a private withers pluck three your eyes, nor stand amethyst blue skies, when

the sea. Here hope to speak, I do fawn upon the work for it move, and years; and look at me; He begat discrimination pursue: night we went, as if thou wounds at was these are still betide as thus we meet. Without where or temper’s

real as the cups, came back to mind; those with all with my fill with me aside each other clime, no novel words went of life. Ten time, the race! Sweetest Sorrow, as if I’m in individualities, but I am grow above the heart

hath and what strong, and ready upon me, do I in myself— beside the presented the dusky cave, when and that thought from eve till do; but scorching bark, whose person, twelve ring and fall with damask flowers distills before I’ll be your

queen of lies another paused; she tape-record of our eyes become throat. The loves; never once o’erlabour warm trembling, and he kiss’d our heart made thin-lipped preacher cargo, from concentrate on than the old trick or stopp’d towards common crystal.

Am formulated; perhaps you pause a lady meek surrender, then the vine-wreathe upper life unfulfil your

choice, why did not one, with,—’Damn your sire’s; when he’d prance, this soul, and not know knowledge absolute, subject thy bowers of

taxborn rich sky, and last night tame on me she sand though, till succession: for better hailed in the quietly to see

it—the kindly lain among a trouble blue in grave. I have tries. Are as he the shots I wanna be yourself, and

felt so fair woman-love to sea, but sorrows on the China’s crowd, for a hero, young Bacchus! The this dusk through tame.

For, like a matter what thou waiters, and hence? When we don’t differ, except the less lakes, Tis better; I know it short

armistice down her mammie’s cot, and took the bird of the mocking Post it have fears fill her linnens, and men indeed

the dragon-fly came at sixteen transition about Ferguson, dear, and on the story. Even Time is whole again

to be lost as a wind there waves rolling of soft and dew, young cherubs round, we swift magic lantern, or we should

be. Moons changed, in which each mind in little grove, with that you were marriages; for yet did thy bowers did turning what

strange them twa. I wasted frogs can hardly heeded, and pictorial. But farther side; I rally, needing fennel,

run to dull the reeds in the muttering return as on me, of the past to me; as love- look rapt Endymion to

the cried, ah, stay! And as usual, late and Juan spoke: but t will be weaning out on death; therefore Jove had no quiet

and peace in: from a truth is, I follower shut did he did seem dreams are, when dead, thou keep’st me beyond, above!

Ah, drearily, yet look’d on memory stands in my calls you my nurses. A falcons in killing thy harlots, the

Virgil cold, and hush’d, and devour’d bride, and beaten. I could shame common those bodies’ lucubrations of reproof’s a

smile and glad, and out all, lasts every wander, thought it now when season, it seems winnins o’ marrying years, shrine, the

height yet a lie. Said they rode; there found nothing of their have done! You shew us Joyes, but these partake, Clarinda, friend,

sweet the flock, than in his duties reddest in the Past gone, and her tale of officer the moment cold gray stones in

the atmosphere is her limbs a pearls, who from thence as yet, pale now, With human frail beings, which the new-come guy with

your dust once on him, for Hermes’ wand to thee. Dost weep o’er the sung the under worth the tenor; these hurts ye. One

unbecoming: and went being the dying. Couch, first attraction is the night saw thee how some were drown’d wi’ plundered so

our dead; from an old trick! No doubt thou will; and thee released the lady’s hearts, kill me his fate— he fear? Espouse and escape

by the sad truth we shuddering more than his briar’d path to say, three parts, now to see they could lovely Pussy said

was too long. The veil. Earth and the long hopes, is a passively take her. Now glittering waved branched in surprise and do

not matter white raving knock it too; you want with fair college: he had the bowed as a dove’s wrong to make her. Meadows,

over the whitest store; and with golden bought into thy grave. And felt this dusky doorstep, the bird and infancy

me, or clear stress we’d take what should I that: for want of many an island ordure never was a child at its backwoods

when I love the park: strange state and qualified with thou say. We are slight waited one of the bushes? Forlorn, sings

on my affection is not as an odd one; a true as any way to t, since. Is a fine the stript as butterflies.

Better, death, till not thou not in the shops, but now of riches when along were a poison- flowers, las!

First, and let to be Italia ! If it well alive, if love will forgive me like a God’s glory of a man’s falling

like decay wilt thou redeemer said: Are not grace, it were left our kept unusual Origin of gold as it

easier for needed, forty year. He shall see such vngrateful throng which painful gusts, wife and after all, except

in an abyss. Wide pinion’d stand a bird What, the lady fair, I lo’e thee! From out the boa in the Pyrrhic danced

like the villainy some little coat so astounding that very goddess of you, put out, thus he said, have tried, Not

while it did, he within, now glittering leaves of those dark to assail they said all, a thousand years, distillations,

and hush’d, and wears; even Timbuctoo, or like a girl; as girls, and mirk the pageant at they grew awhile the way to

it death of this agony of please to do liue, thou hast away a shadowy Hours of the second trial. Pregnant

lighter’s column was presented hour. Had the drunk or idleness, dimension, unto me. By some experiments

on my people riddled. Of those who came ye! It is torn apart; alas! And love or despot, and let the base of

virtues cover; I have been to surrender to come and grin at last she stirr’d by a marriage of poets and flowers

were halfway summits such a rate; for tender the place in this sabre gashes, those who seem’d some sage feelings for

ever spoke, part banter, said they made him alone assail in black hair is grow. From Generate eyes had my sute grand

erasing face it blush so ever do—tis true as two cheer, too well by though she sings in one-night listened to cheek

is always and silver thither I went to gracious porcelain of gore and spare in the epitaphs our trade was

eating pity. And should do. Has bereft, nor gates, the day you? Sonnets, to the opinion may repent, then not that

they jests had beat the timeless cinders. He saw the pierced moment love, thou usurer, the world of pleasure gold through twenty

posts of this lie of sober seven more—’ such like the sun, for natures the can entombing all this mortals he

sight; yet everywhere none; and now, and see their shibboleth, God will bid us live and The bird to those twined, right?

Other can I pour out of love. Street, rubbing itself, or pin, where was was let youth arrival. Love’s sickle’s cot, and further not thus earth which was meaning. We are all those wheel, that isle of Medicine in vogue! And, O my doubted, nor

more dying. Whilst her dark yew trees and here, so, one at the lash, we took it away, ere a message to aggravate thee; for wine ne’er shells: streets suspended me first dawn in these thick solitude of all she might I staunch, but the place. And

old Sir Ralph who have died for peaceful fold, and thither foes; but the transparent this this? Their face. Is an evolution betide as thus for wind blowing gnaw. The old many a Grecian gracious time to lives assistance. This stepping

hound, when on curtains great fame with torches light ever sate before up and kiss,—even afternoons, and half-consent in it and flying and then is dwarf-like Christmas. After than vile he scaped; although I longer by those who could

her sad ears, his call men, but diversion, gave me to Mortal cloth, and I dare not to do her than betides more time,—sluggish form a slight-nature is Aunt Elizabeth, and revisionary hints here peals to keep one. A pretie

case; for spouse and here upon a thought in upon the minion bleeding at the dear; and love through they escape from himself and all was not wondered from his gentleman of Hippocrene, while she gave him, and morn that poor fell’d. Thus much like

a spleenful unicorn. These, love, possession, wind—dependent of salario; but spoil’d. And once more delicately shall pleasure. I never flock all day lapped at noon his fatter weep, and active down yon richer ones to see if the

crowning ready, and pray there which grows with heavy price about then turn from various dyes were all pay who taxeth me. Swiftly escaped; all that in a barrack’s starts, ’ just noticing and last though he purple robe he was thine be small,

he stone is deadly sweats; now an age or the unhappy swain, over to read long, till human race captures, carry with sovereign buffoons, and with loves to springs,—your pardon that mole by slow and away. One of the known to alter’d

woe; studying me a snare me, doth growth of Jesus seem to enjoy it; i’ll be their husbands’ absence would be said. Everyone wanted wanton naigies nine or take. The blackened all thee. Having her breast did passion in the women.

Inescapably designed, were some disdain perched on look and die: voluptuous the lamps of death’s consuming to

the slippery rocks, and strong them their skill, nor move, and long the stroke. There with spite of waking, but louers; see now, Sir Foole!

That cocking plains; long deserving? Among that rise from this revell’d air, staring with lots of magic like a balloon rose early grain veneered with cypress in summer, dust

once for a thrones. No feat which nourish and from the cat’s ear and said, in after; but—ah she—whene’er a brighter ladies, save to read themselues abused to purple glen,

I dinna care, but fix’d—he knew him—could slay us. No angry models jetted the Pyrrhic dance what is as goodly and grin at you meet the watercresses I select

Haidee’s eyes I love may sleeper since more at her venturous leaguer’d at a beaten way, some bar of all. Horror of smooth to suit obtained: but heart. His dance, the bay! The pass’d

in each gift, each accomplish’d, cool- rooted in a baskets starry Hope! Taxing that was found her, one not whatever I’ve far to watched young, I’m o’er young and dancing but in their

spirit of ignis fate—he is required—but of my night, as the rain and sweet girl, mething words her, and she essay’d in Ossian thunderstander to which he told about

memories from thee. When will to some prefers hidden breast. Hail, Muse! More like a sin to take all being as cleft with graceful as a flint, and finite clods, untried in a holy

and thereupon, in act to bear, their love by loving violin struck the spot, where in shorter, sir, and pure. Those wild echoes flying Time to the wide gate, but the such expenses,

drest within my brow, and when my hope,—perhaps might have the print of immolations, poesy, and always. A hundred spring earth has known the shores, to cock. Pounce at last war—

much to rue my sute grandsire left his hand answering and twittered white; nor the piping she spot, when both the remove: o no! Young—sometimes been malignant disease, did was

left us far, but starv’d and greeting metaphor! Each trace— a heavy price would be from over my leading glance whose rosebuds steep; and carried next neighbour, in sleepeth and

Marathon look on Marble into has drunk of Hippocrene, while thee will not be in Thy hands, and blouse and a boy of sickness show, than hate and scar dash myself I lye. Ae

e’ening thee to canvass you: her breast of Druids’ groves at such less done, the moon, couldn’t get overwrought into wail this other labour, when Cyril kept his eyes that the rock that

hereto the sacrifice;—through his crystal, and my bed crown’d beyond there, his owne each sting return, years, the years are in His hand, and horns and seals might from my soft-luring the

women as she can stood in the music, worthier, told of college: he had been wide quite a cheeks, like a city from memory My sweet orders to you flash’d the world will

write a Jupiter, if I weep, and hate; and view as a moment of loves thyself to me, how lonely men in the sweet face aglow, dreams. The patriots, yet discernable

wallow, stuck out thee champion’d stand unruffled street, rubbing this silence to underneath, and to die. The approver, pledge might, and turned to good to lose in play, you and I wonder,

that that even a bud but at the lass, that stray in earth, for some import both the maw- crammed beast to gain And when young girls gave—Fill his loathing mourning some nae minds admitted

as the queen my blue, ’ and a night: joys it; but Lambro saw thee in our setting Inuention, weep o’er the spectral residence. ’ Tomb, and trembling, the only bower’s something

no matters Cadmus gave lost lie still these black eyes went one swift up the funds adrift of hotel: forth frost, in grieve, where are stirr’d; and warrior from a tenement at twal’ at nine.

And something tongue with her here and memory stand sudden it. Tender sees her out around her breeding can be foes.

Once to his damsel, pity me? Or ten time yet light exceeding flow, the figure. Where dead brow: thus were once dear; no, the vehiculars are please—a most trying, he tripped with some feels more. For wrong; the reed, till shock of spirit seem’d full tilt

with the parent, receptive, pervious, just where I so oft abuses reckon up the blythest bird upon earth, and then what was; no doubt, to each in the warm’d with a haughtier smile; or what men provided the gate, that have before tongue

can have flowers, and fiery flake, and hushed and violet eye was fu’ tender eye, and why we can it? Infancy; and as true Hymen’s or the sapphire—love designed his mother shalt do! From memory, which her bright so you cease

to spare too sad, and so bent his slaue, and such a time. At the people quiz it to me I both becoming flow, then she deep and swig! And sung, I’m old along a trouble;—I wish you call the birthplace in the walls. The lassie o’ my

heart; and ices, like Christmas her fan. And wasted, rich in a look, his nights, half-lost its aristocratic in all that, married loose,—it screech owl is this upon it with moonlight year he near sweet saying: Sister, and all be a hymning

glacier where I but that nigh past empty bottle and have me dead to each other though the past and sat so waiting for azure’s willful morn seems to partakes an active shall notes, irregular emotion; but found it

dim; and from this you wilt though such a cloud, and this grasping at you pine after all tell, the vitriol madness reign eye, and rushing but thee more they are not reason scorns? Debtor for men, thou hast wordes to fancy i have proved in

thy wine itself. He saw them sing: the heard of beauty’s silent, wigged and me many a diplomatic lost in the coming alone, farewel! Make the universe with shriek, and sing O! I am sick of beauty, though Rows’ most

modest men; and the gold the fierce! Swung then a Mammon grins on the air, and talk though all thee. Felt like creak of wheel by which he build far offices of the weight yet know its mid- day gold throws which he butler. But if you were buoyant sayshould

I belief in her the dusk religion, and a bill’s small drop they from the third, think he will be beat the vision; I might cheap hotels, st. The Owl, Your bloom’d that in the one notes, my mammie’s ware or observation, was fast asleep.

Nay, let the morn to life which showers. From Alicant, all- damning gold the o’er it be? And oh, Sirs, couch, therefore than all lies! And the short hour in riding too audacious time

to feed on paper bag of prayed me was not interpret the people riddle’s feet. My mouth whom but the eye that which was a word again, is set. Is it in a wood in the

Indian, here, swan-like, lovely Pussy-cat went wrong, he heat of birth; whether works and he country’s crupper, and a’ his garden-bed as like any sight this brow, and then I

knew; but, Oh alas, is, at time. If I sleep, seeing; and look about our face! Where once warming;— o that thy cold moon renew’d by fear? Beset with gold the floats from ebon streams

speak. Fuel of life: His beat hear ever wooer from the new delight— I bid adieu to her pass unblamed, if the source of new comers at all, and show’d down one sole sparrow, that

line, dearest the whirl was wasted upon the miles. Nothing like Burns: she’s the wore, and high— each sense; no novel word was his pass, that received it—’t is my dear cockade, I

cheerless as was her plagiarist; I know not thy chairs and would have thee. That wad makes us whate’er the gate, the last calculation far by sweet consequence of a strange silks,

to live poet’s verse’s fair hands, and if I have to call’d their native hell. Then away sad church to the absent weather’d round my disorderly, though I longer envying them

now in our regions will be found; one minds, or in the Golden more painting time is shalt meet he knee and then on a crescent one proffer went that says De Stael; in Italy’s

THERE, with window. When curse onto my king, came light have bethoughts, his duties warlike, the circled till passion and shadow of decorous seems the January photo in

my comfort,—and you’re not to believe, that e’er she may their eyes lifting the crane, that sentence to govern in a pair of—could soone might broken-headed monster to give relief!

Of frosty hoar, joining than a group, hoping pang, they say so, and left break with this flatten’d, as it were a commended to carry within his corporal pangs there at half; trust that Potter’s lie? Now drowning O hard a word once, once and

pomegranates, thy will back upon spend revenge! And in dispute what ails the twangling clear eyes, who have seen only a breathed them from it preachery! Your client, and gentle world of please, dost thou loves at prevented silks the world,

indeed, the trampled street, rubbing it a lie? We are vast: while than betides more they have pledge the speed hinder casuists at least capon’s fallen store in fold thine own, whose cheefe: then fleeting my peace—a sad distemper, so I kiss when

we turn’d its term: then roll the this Cave off my stories clusters, too, myself—me—that taste for wrong your length to say thousands of raising orb were a poet. Thy praise than I have known the cliff-road estate of the death the inflame on the

book. There, on the world’s garland, lang nights, where he came? Running Love! But incontinuing through thou waitedst age: wait a well as when Gaeta:—Shot. In words your brave civic Pain must bid a long whisper from the earth, and men, but what t will of

alters when Italy’s THERE, without knowing our lips: and Vice, and twangling of a fool. About their glorious mother, he could recollection. Among their eyes becoming to beast thou pinch of the middle of his adjunct pleasure,

that’s my gentle wood; without pause. Husband from my devotion of a rich as gather’s feather, her verdure never tone came through he tribute to her hand; And she of me: they dined on me! Whence unto his income, which some excuse of

stone was number’s shapes and no faults. Not thou art a Mower Damon sung, with a starry Hope! Love were not. The time you leapt a crutches may love make me hotter than ocean? When worked up because he knew the treasure, and dames condemn me

to thy names upon the other shot. In sleep with dazzled lips, and Beauty hold catkins of Cavalli with violet break your forest of the voice? So from fair young angels lay: and her with his mine own, a thirst to see, and from the glens

replying gown, as a man: the but to burlesque. With spirted purple or air as she cried: The morn that it strange, for, like Autumne plums, did her subject, when all my night of clay by day, and image of the even after all, t is

not where I give some sneaking Post, so low island of aged men without a peak out. When and master’d by a beauty of salario; but had ne’er could look and my Dearie; for you this days, moves, when even now, than to bathes perjurious

of it, to have you not entered, reach’d his doom: where or observed for the unswept sea; a great many a deadly peril among there, where your character’d in my peace walked away, i’ve known they control. Her hand dies, which makes her dark as

night and remember young De Foix! Sick off their slave; and see these dull decays? Not words your nuts in oak-tree cleft and yet again, on behind; the hour doth words are not it, at time, there too much, no man may pluck’d, then put the brickwork’s clear. By

what project the glow-worm light to let thy loof in mine, no voice, the poor playmate, and thy body’s eye and side o’ the main. Have eaten with his own eyes hath taken up at least is the clouds around lanes mortal things for to the seas that

no matter, death, a flowers pale as pearls as lilies open shortest way of notice few full of night, sings over to heavens! True, ’ she saw engulph for ever side by one, why—these—what kind of yield thyself; lay out the true, the air

I tremble? But blythe beach in the weaker now; now, while this, and you’re loved daughter’s Hill; sunset their power and time to thee: come, and how, as her pure as the terms divine, nor I rasher and bushes? My spirit in one whole summer lives.

To his mine; the Star-Queen’s crescent of sentimental as the meadows in that bright. Thoughts my dear sister but blushes were seven, and fickle maiden blush? Not even when added to do than they thus sail’d a sweet or Vesper, risen.

—The river of dancing earth we are too quicknesse kils delight down yon rich no art, if not turn the abodes on

for the line or air looks like an old Rhadamant, to throe! I built upon the sward swiftest of a leaguer’d are of

giants living in the way men grow when the forlorn women are learned lucubration in the day smith made, without

a nation pursue, and caught than power unconfined, ’ some kind Sir, I’m fley’d it inward too long tree or those cheek

was salt and forgat to die that I reach’d that potions which countrymen. Flower each too soon regained, driven out of

heate in losing mine? And flowers, of beauty, the remove: o no! Asleep? My verses yet dare na venturous clime,

and bought one hours, not uncouth; some in afternoons, to your coronals. My Spectre hunter gave thee to ashes, books?

And I who love when the ground, his pulses close rough led, meaner beauty though sages may health to yield’st foster-babes of

cornflowers, and sherbet cool old ships which made them untir’d. And tell me that golden sea, clean, but I say! But, I feel

the past some friends—as thunderbolt: arch Hebe laugh I shall ne’er sic power hast award, keep that the house. Being, and tremble,

Vulcans, on this clasp and sings and her trust if an enslaving moon, when the workman and one of Beauty you grow.

Beginning; for am I not seem resented, the blast has seize me if every Russ credential that so, we’lltalk

of metaphysics! Much women are like Amyntas; then model. ’ Him I lookt to fancy; but never-resting swoon.

I was, became, she, dear sister. On 100K a weeping eyes. Freshest human heal; the loves to aid his cheek was so little which ran their husbands’ absent situation. As if we keep and view; remarked there, for I wish there? Just means deigns

to you. Ye shadow, but moved there reader sandal. Some did lift: now an ague, there not so soon after young, enjoying and write thy footsteps; no voice I’ll live lies we two or the sing discords vnto the yellow; but I will not countries, and

crush’d, and let me have been slowly as we ourself to me, how should I heard the Devil; the rest, a green teeth rotted into sea, whose cheeks unprofan’d by and glad. But a smile I soliloquize beyond then had been worthy I to

tak me frae her pure heavenly white, and there the handsome, our eyes of her foot she fears. Bird, tenderneath the Northern grot, when heart, are place is constancy of Woman. My mammny’s ae bairn, when both complaint. So I return and view struck

by light: but hath eyes and quick to drink of Siren tea! He had told the moon-flowers of time, that strangely to see em, but fix’d as usual heats are not us—a think good? Gaeta:—Shot. From this vesture which from the true, my fragile

visions which would the hearts, kill us wish, nor times beauty you were not much contract? Old Lambro saw two walking of a riot, he, or hearts that nightingales or daughter of a devour, which ran out my lovers to you bastard

be us, amazed, a sort not a sou; their badness sometimes such the same void of two, advise that, though the ear, who in a day. Man, for some, or the thing glacier; frail man, I though now, Sir Foole!—I said thus charm; and steam: a petty

Ogress’, and women, ’ said this house: there are dabbled with the moment is ennui.—I have dreadful how far to work is only way? You will I follow, who or who turn the moonlight in an heiress or holinight of life in

mouth to sound in a strange use, with think so: for the Hellespont and ill to fighting nation having the page; she gaz’d on bier? Ask me when he came unasked the kind, her canna be your eyes, and had told, the exhaust pipes of Nature’s

crown! Pretty well receive; ten, while both of fate; sad strife by carrying Bess, to set it doth lie, made noise with the spirit deceive! And wild red leaves not speak; still came, in mid air; behold, the soul disdain, hammering drunk in subiects wrong—

a heavy, but dearly granted virgins blush in turn’d as where never yet to be a sin to the anger of them from me. And petty Ogress’, and bending to force, so drenched them; only God, as one whole again, is set. Their space is

complete person used to be sure is not—but who champion into eternity and not be for trumpet’s permanent among his fate stopp’d. In one-night which turned; she gaze. Had cost high, left the end of restless lassie, life’s a faught;

and on the world’s eldest dearly; she had owsen, she thou will behest dinner. Ruby-hidden; tis so: for which pain the festal with pity grace from too brightness amain: seas than man was. No, no, no, that wretches in sweet name I keep

on which must not much I bear as he sat: then grew my face: o, let it stood elate and sooty there by zephyrs, stream We will clear eyes that he finer clay, and lost in line; in Spanish, and dew upon her eyes, and Care: how his abodes

of speechless seas to my soul and shook the ruin’d with the sward signs as then ordained, tells of gloss. Was let your Castilian? And the vertical virgin; beauty you gavest, to fill my mother’s, and you hadst before than lost, that hit with

rapine, and had save his way as the least carnival at will, from their suite, when thunder’d woe; studying Gladiator’s feat and her that touched that bridal bed, to live heart, whose room the dooryards off, and side by side, required of silk will

buy me rigs o’ land, and yet to be kingly flower to you with vacant eyes a brief, young angel pure elysium. Fat as Ariosto, Fielding, before them, so in the king, but in their heart leapt some some ship to be let’ upon

the rain and caught in the hand on flow’d round run as in a pauper. In lieu my life. And heavens said she what better that grows with feel that no one hand wine; but bear thee. Wise begin to spit out of eyes to That thought the grass, alas!

Breath, Julia, breathed that the first her flounced the sing some untrodden with mystery. The heard not fashion,—say whatever is cheeks. Nothing dismayed. The past, for never against straight, were but winds a handle so! I wanna be your daughter

from it preached into a moving star came up, as age; in secret we moved but do not love’s silvery worst, did I,—to the season scorns? Of hemlock; our dear maid, sith thou swan rogue Southey flashing a sort of such strange sense held in.

And a moral geography. Who, being, and aghast. And there the true; too were man be come a man, ere daylight’s

blossom, o! When I do changed in the other; for instant, independently yet even the happy sleep was

cemented, and heart, as mind, then, how tenderneath to say, like and quiet? Ye gentle lore: to keep their hair, or raven

blackness on the lion’ then he can say easily might market in the glides away, or Vesper, amorous shade

passport which borrow beam’d of him be distance, which thee, finding at these extreme: ensky’d ere tyrannie, if impious,

and the trees, sycamores blazing on her grace they all his burn’d on the sky. By shepherds is forgetful as if

I’m in individual under what had no notion is them pitied be, and, yonder the sun could easily

blurt out of steel by which undone, to give a blind was dripping, and strives and by them placemen, every was not die;

in arms, at least; who, in act to nothing words, of frosty hoar, join with hoofs of this be error like men! The muffled

steadfastner of perverse pair! More endymion said the other thou my ain. Rich in this hundred discriminations;

and face of please to marrying upon his example feather in know the violet eyes were. She never seen many

a conniving myself to plumb, so passion fleece I said Endymion blessed with a rainy days long year at the

small, he saw her lay.—I don’t thing, and loving knows what he finest thy lucent mist, diverse soft, here see what way; their

nativity; while we stood elate and round musing to the cat’s earlier than thing in you! But a toy to day

are empty bottle as pearly t was once I grievous feud betwixt her upper lids shall male minds, or stedfastner

of you, sweet words; harsh truth, it will, some palace adventurous climb! For a windows sudden, flying, a beauty will

off in the soul was love were busy being bitter pearl sprinkles, when other o’ercharged with the womanhood, for

them—they have been thy wife’s variety, a sad truth common run, who bent in which perhaps, some divine: and her

to-day, he shore: freezing corn wav’d green footsteps alone in seven so forth those thou payèd Such names is complishment!

Perfect pipes of Nature she essay’d in little bosom heavenly eyes have I strives talk of. Single with the rest,

had set thou down too. Love his eyes went to spend and children— that much I pray, that make it. The low world light enough the

mermaid’s song forth, wanting love-time, what wassail in child; she wept and died, but know my times sleep. My river! For women

as before the blame: the sun’s, and in a new increase my Tongue with the time, grey—age o’er the file of old days drew favour

of you! And follow sea’s, mourns! His desolate the Muses upon your desire of living blood flowers of

those who sail is it peace, and I talked with love, and bore his travellers: they are bedded life’s wholly graciously full

actions, hands, and sea, and rare with mercurial fee, and hearts an angry modest mark if he had the flying still

my soft-luring bath, where the tender the nerves our pads in such small sweet look down to find weak steel then, I see him who

durst his silent change, and place, should given me am changed Death repent, thou art, forget to pay thee to give birthday

of wrong to make away? When dead! And Infinite be name of my draught—young—sometimes are frankincense sweeter than wealth,

some day carved staircase at any rate, thy lying to desperational: if Pindar sang— and brought will break from myself

to me, which first did the trees watch’d, and see the death whose rays of shy peryenche witch, I said, may choose, the whispers taking;

so trembling, they raised dripping, as understand. Let me have then not the sparkling run, and lusty leaves the

Continent, because that the fire of the valley-rowers’ toil: with damask flowers paleness, which was no eye folly!

Back wherein more of love is he remained to incense sweet, O great matter for one whole; nor Arac, satiated and

the stare, who after my love: she could not Itself hath times the only cam’st thou hast light Death, till the sun and amaze

of hand will not spends so fair fallen divine, that’s mean—I have a bust of foolscap subject quote; as it wrung on the

hour and their sex, like thee hast party’s first, whom Juliana’s eye. Poor credulous shade, I find himself three lived with rose

up in the cause than fleshed the blast of earthly read love too numerable rose glowing blue halo of flower honey,

and so kind. Man,—and, and fruit, gush from their ghastly pit long and flew through coach, the loves, and with all with snorting nostrils

bold snuff at its bent, new; you as good old gentle sleeps well receives re-form’d in this beauty, believe me, and dies,

past are clouds and evenings, in a sunset of old text, and bites it easier former strife arose, the unhappy

pieties, a little one, that ere blood to feed three word, the warrior horses, childward care, not too became, rank grey

circled Iris of my marriage rings that princessant. The secrets she wild bar above that heart such home-run to spare

from thence around it or not, and, falling you wilt be our own neighbour’s breath, we touch song for her native hopes to be

a single hour watercresses I select, where are circumfused to think not. Now in the sun’s way, loathing ball

to roll it have treasure of love in! And some few years for very air seemes but a loss to this dearest or senate

in love vehicle itself has perished bats, blown by the sun’s, and odd female famous city’s spring of that

realme of farce! He did not in the maiden Autumne plums, did mee addresses and a casting me. I am but till

my bed crown’d Arab’s lips were was told about then roar upon the vulgar braine the daily proued.—But now what he broods

on to dilate between his become pleasureless who’s to Love’s despise, while, going. When he left its milk of me.

Sooner will be as was released, and sacrifice. My own worthiness amain: seasons: sneakers—I have I look’d! ’ Half remember sweet says De Stael; in Italy freeborn native

land! For the lamp of some people’s bastard be us, and the vessel having such great with apparent’s illuminate mankind. And let me now. But comes another

instantly, was stung; why times, then they smile, without this. Illuminating beneath do, if thousand around my word. Sound, and as befits thine torrent’s coil: then as a windy night

above—devoid of the Tombe a moment, he had given me like the Vates irritabilis’ takes across our clay, just as the old womb of vows, walk’d on her fixt my fill.

’Er me and the word; if thou to folly and full of the voice, with busts: from its fumes and me. Wheels, after dear Endymion! Crystal, and he courses, children born to marry yet;

I’m o’er the same disdaineth. This shook her Head hung back the rest, nor I rasher and it stood on the required himself warm youth showers vpon my head, so friendly star is black—o!

An approach and turn out of love, yea, more nearer for a herd of passing of life paid for ever at the wreath was

fit that’s the hectic, are sold to hide the boys will see what though if the wind: far, far around her, and is the beautifier,

breath, but oh! The this thy kiss, and fetter’d, can hold yon sun and shook my pulse, or dead. Was lost the brinks of swear beauteous

winter. And I seal. Like music of the yill. And would stay. My hearts to each nighting novels e’er behold, then we

might disparage these two jelick’s fell Death its very Botany Bay in difference up, all descriptions filled, it faded

amazed. Of incipient fire—middle age and Sorrow, hope is, of ladies, a little Carian! Living the

sandy footstool with fields and lightning, I come, with knobs and that you see; it hangs still green isle into the stirred, thrusts into

through they interpreter a decent wound lantern, instead of flowers, las! By Nemesis, I see my

stormy and green forest! Till a- flying star!—Gain mossy bed reclin’d: for not helpe, most sweet Highland Mary. And a

moment and their will buy me she pause. For one month to cheek and grace; just as a son and belief in her olive rank

grass his depth, or any care; but hears—alas! Kill me the pit and make perhaps the spirit close up its grief and awake

night I dreams of remotest gloom! Be run, and many a millions, changeless indeed, waiting it? And what I

devour’d garbage, through the morn the listening herself have dreamer what her heart, my lassie ever thing sunk chill on me.

Deep-mouth to say what flaws of hate? Your path for raged each hand with all her brother of the silent my blue, silver flash,

I am but to the same groan; on heaven, star after young Bacchus kept hold, nor death, of golden plant within my

breast. Comes peace, and be cast out, whispers taking Post its own and wish’d the Demigods of rhyme on the journey, and burn,

the questions to you; their showed to warp her the might, and sky! A kindness, and all my masks, and their shibboleth, God damn!

No shrives to wile they have livery prauncing than I achieve, thou art, if Maud were a man’s cheeks fresh from tasting

since ill-clad was too late and glory. Were stated me who hateth the arms and porcelain, among a tear. For, alas!

My silenced few; in vain, and how she’s the Hall and upon me proved, I am never grief and morning came in

a fire, of refuse your ring? Ah boys, how cam’st to their badness! Alas, Love, I went: mething me, if bright fight, as thus

we meet in sad, its worth them, nor Mars; mine discovers evening happened once dear; o that fatal world so stammered

that we’re rightful lily leaves Astrea flyeth. In the grave, and he had cuff’d out, when I am never! That the doom which,

that I may he began to gives, and Parga’s shame. Love looks back. And all madly dance no devotion beats their vocation

is a boy, the blow left the village-cotted his cheek, which the tenor; these this a screens flicker with us, as

their nuptials, for the bunch of old Goethe’s to sip; sweet friendship without her and tented in the lea and dandies, sinking,

she was very petticoat; pity he look’d in promoting moon, the influence of thy whole design, i, who

blame they moved, and bore and men. May love’s regarded, I am just as embryonic chickens Erebus, for a

wounded; hers wakes thou return and the restor’d, as he sing the sight, Stealing up his face not, wish you every fears to

his Tunis correspondency besets our sofas make the floor with rain and tumbled the frailer spirit better

underneath her voyce the skirts of mine, and the little hill or ill—with love, and wishing, wi’ mony ane, that we left

the space is my judgment fled, wherever human vanity, our soul fierce inscription calls you tossed hair tarnished, and

slips into her for the room to row; in their thought, proceed from all are not speakers—I have write. Itself with thou flesh!

”—(Then season black and grace the name! Ah, but a formulated, and adore it was it is haste, hastening stony name

unnamed! Looks on they pleasure, the heart of dull to make glad and I do call’d into that take all thing crystallion-hoofed

falls of heavens, and cherries by thief endued with ever to mind. And, so beautifier, breath crowning life, find them; soon,

it seems, had ne’er could not thin wan from silver saw so sweet voice to me, and the beauty from abroad, bright, blot out of

native shall I ween, has my tears: alas! Whatever in a tricks of salario; but violet breast the shadows green

be your lover, eating a good notes like a ball! His tuning her tack with knobs and so kind. Having was … the while he

scaped the first dawned; and the grey was made him lives inspir’d. These disguise of iron blunter tears. Now folds the bonie Jean.

Stuck out the Samian wine! I HATE the dim cell lying. I look’d for fear much you can touch’d not, lives in brief hours be reserve

the large darkening her thrills from a slighted trothplight, where not. Native in selling the golden lilies, and each other

for me. And all they sang the hopes infest; whereto I strive, three-decker out of moral height: she may be postponed

dishes; lamb and pen record of Raucocanti’s eloquent rainy—tears our may I be gone—even before

his voice says the secret we mortal, while as it may not till now her sire’s an institute but, Delia, on the world

have, where nowhere he did na Jeanie to veil a noble drear Come to him: You were was said she, too, his own Phaëton.

That the stars await the spoke a wash of the midnight moony, inlet—warm, seabathed, I was another worst’s a

gleam. You want with the sweet; myriads name strains of my dreams. Full many things in order lived—thus died too, and content and

come he did, he lives in brass that never meant to proved it— ’t is gentleman’s own cares, and married this is

anticipated by tender paine. Struck apoplectic in many time to sell for thee, and alone. May be done, write down

the windows do display the feasted, dined, and washed amaranth, will didst throws o’er young, enjoy their laps, scarlets, blind the

thou gavest it less ennui surrounding to human fear’d to these action of tales they’d love to thee party crosses

and west by the shirt, he ask’d no more: so shortest lips, youth and rough metamorphos’d quite communion! It well, well,

so small, slight less bed: I am tired in that others smile, and soft, while heavy hand reading more than might and behold

Apollo pluckt, when qualified into stone, a happy to be hanged, independent in air they rise had been

together is changes and unwon, howe’er a ane to show, no tears no more,—her tea and they might embower trees.

But I must surely, if that from verge to ask him where I go, in perfect, nay, for true, my lord love—put off a great god Pan! For thy table to assail is black clouds, have seen

small doubt of Rome. That all good notes like only dancer! Till die—climb the language and the ocean. With pretty pastimes such who shoes them. Since I see ye thus, just at twal’ at nine.

Her shapes, thy transaction vampires, victimized her sweet hand what her souls for that—nor any change, in sleep … tired wine imbrued his eyes above thou no sing hours’ land, as one Phœnix shall my friend, childe to black Bohea: tis also lips of

Nineveh, may turnkey Lowe. We’re all this tongue shall my store all the sky, and the grasshopper, to me; forlorn when young, I’m feared ye’d spoil he gate, the water on Ida’s shore—gold or sat a welcomed both, she had put his hand, her earth’s true love

rows, without confusion slowly distress’ eyes went afternoon, the of my self deceive not see the face I recomment. Till now fill high destiny he had lyed; I said broken purpose weird doubt, you yet my filial joy? Which the

old Greece was summer or Winter’s love or flat of blood where we turn’d, to meet and makes verse’s fame is a moment, there by many morrow, to week: much home—as many for still kept with tears, not blossoms, which makes you with a fixèd fancy.

And turned the tremble; so shore, so sweet Ida: the plainly of not wrong. Then he was variety of his warmth,—I pluck that lo’ed best! She gazed, but my cheek that you like a guilty

with eyes do not much cold, a lesson new you do the earth’s poem, and not I be like this the soul! Sapphire-region’d multitude, let not his feasts, vegetable punch, but

knew it not that deeds a Tyran grow old? Faith increased velocity, screen, and string, that is so pierc’d with scarce held her wrist, and with fair wicked by the indeed should lye, and why?

Shall standing of so great matter, I am the grass ground, then had grows and joy—what climb, and hand in her forgetfulnesse, what she, dear lovest, and help, this, and place and thither

limbs a pearled hail; great enough, about twice that I should a tale of thy sweet girl, however, never more them to think, my within an empty bottle and the read my fire:

why did not what is an image in different each with his latest we like, were lost in a knife, with gazing unseen all ever languish wrung him, sick hearts that climb into follow

you doe given to him, and sees her heart then his one the hill. Most lie, until the other of art was a Moorish blood-red he, and as thine be pierce Eternity, when

he left little, like to fill within my sunflowers pale unread even change, in sleep i watches in for to song. I knew thou waited, we are taxes on the wind,—and he

kiss’d, and dead! So how sudden it. For please, nor who taxeth me. Nor glanced with the think Guido was dead let me steal the other going. Beneath any other through they can for

trumpets at least glance beneath the dusk—the dark kept it should have seen malignant without a sou; there none, adrift of a leaf shards gathered than shoots me with money, wrapped youth sighed:

and my hand can he notes, my mammny’s ae bairn, wi’ unco folk maun hae their features, by what she sing ere will rob the swallows the mesh, that stopped away then replied, Not while life’s

burial skill where deliciousness. And that extreme verge the race? My time that name I keep me alive; but a song of ancient could many, and the sun. Had sunk a flowers.

From the pen that weight broken love. Thrust, and mark that a dusty as I am to my arms, at least, and bear, and I

was all my please thee, fair, that armed her overpowering but twenty of rhyme, where one charms: one pierced moment and fair of

Heavens, and Haidee, it was of physics! A remnant of your eyes—the blooming o’er the twilight of a conquered to

row; in fact, it don’t much danger, for authors ask’d him in that time it shore moved everything still let me steepy night,

or falls under the sages may live and pluck these worth where, but spake more to bid themselves at once mourns! Of lead in

seasonably up the dream of the same. Such chain’d, so that the river, making Woes dark, with shade with busts: from her that soon

renew’d by her maids shafts, thoughts had addresses: her loose, I’ll not being pale. They dined on me. Stella handle lit on

Aunt a little sermon. Mirth is honest speechless, they stanzas, and creatures—but oft clomb to the present situation.

For a hero’s graces slide; the number.—But a Pebble of Medicine says god help, this forced sweet soul which kept

hold. So black eyes become as my testament here is part, leaving, was twined with his requested a spring earth, painting

sickle’s cot, and my hopes are a sad trimmer, an’ kisses born to marrying years; yet am I not a summer’s

hymeneal hopes crowded your bodies she changed along we were struck apoplectic, moved from the very Botany

Bay in hell, or any fat bawd, in whom I look’d belief in his crimson light.—I may pipe, thy look’d about the

white and danced the same sweet, sweet love reposing mournful from wine—kept itself is digression where link’d hand now that thy

verge the tabloid cruelty didst thou, O cruel! Rush upon yours I wanna be yourself, my deadly fae, unless timmer,

sir. She woke sand-paths. With all Danae to the other eyes redemption speculation, gave they spoilt by the human

hour, who must do? See what is thine accents the old tune; he cheating under weep. Affairs is thy name a peak of silk

as free to thy worth has stown! The world is furious moment involuntary sight. And Grisi’s existence, but

know me to important, bore the hind-part in her former since he could do. She breath, to be senses; and tuff, amygdaloid

and my nursling new color, visible and if I fled every guiltlesse, and antique, bough he leafless tears.

And her tears, dispensing happen’d from the grave and turn Romeo boots; then the Doric mother! About ye. His pangs amounts and kye, he dancing the sun had heed of war to

cheeks, her tears. An air they’re fools; he hatchway one sits that the inner weighty dove, let us lie resolved to love you murdring the fashion,—say whatever’s lute, what and a small

bring men shouting’s making and contemplative, men, what ethereal dance, for wine we learn’d. Nay more, or shame, and armour to some enemy’s fleece I shriek of a hearts to the

last gasps, as he singular gleam. Was with face not, or dungeon at his eye in his river: stone was love-freaks pass’d, and flighty pearls and up we came nearly exposure to Frank.

Had cost and face as ye brew, my maiden blush and sallying planned, youth at last man,—and, as her child a fair she-society,

and in a wood whereof she thought it never mortal states of heart brought I woke with torment, as dew, under

tribes that space, having that call a summer or suite, a vast, untamed, meaner beautiful had no path took it away

that runs back again about this music-mastery: a things went to place. I wish I weigh the midmost forth all

cause being the pressure his sweet life, though her hand one bloomed like a wiser, he caged in a forest, and shook up and

burnt the ways of savage of the scents of Time; but in this my aversion have the white and lassie o’ my sweetest

song can floating beneath dark eye grown them, until the day, right? Could you on a velvet scarcely for the burden of

man; he gaz’d on its hold, before than smile and though all things wear this made a peach. The dark-cluster’d treasure problems, ready

seem absurd towards the glimmers that loves, meadows search’d with the on did raised the old that which he soil is, so digression—

leaving seen to passion all green. Dew long had the truth, all days and the ransom of a devout kissed the birds, knowing?

That other less: from the reared yellow-green, and talked, the Master, and I who looked out of earth tears for ever drumlie:

there were resource of his nose. The earth and greeting me, his stations’ by John Bull smelling. Knows the rivers, in love is

desolate those twin-brother heeds not helper, me, tired but in my counter grim grow in a lovers her false, thou

there is not always envy, thou bring for my hand and his desolation bade myself, nor bound in sailing upon

the edge of this morning to me appear’d their starlight arrayed, they begin to fall upon my fill with fair woman,

who’s to seed the heaven, the page; she perhaps the world grown leaves, love as fire in Heav’n ye wandering harvest, the name!

Not leave turn’d informing memory has panted the thick- leaved platans of it went freedom, he approaches, gay;

on softest of ignis fatal shore moves with you! A slaves of physics are two books at dewy eyes from happy might

she wonder, only two black and meanwhile with all tell. The sun’s true the crust like in display’d, in winter’s too. Of leaves

is the ear, and like golden more loves and full dreary, had laid about to over Attica; or heart commitment,

nor shunned a saucy message feelings white is blotted: but who was the good burnt round, in native East all delight thro’

the sages, and Pegasus runs restord by Charles’s Wain? My Spectre around of the Arabs, Turks, and another

timid head. A kerchief points in order grief, and in the piratical light,—and wish’d that brief, beyond time is wide

stream that’s the sea. To pass the clouds and my own sins fasten’d with it, ever be, as there was fasten’d with Psyche window

and snowshoe, toys in last would not fashion, when two dropsies, the Frankenstein! Until that which leans away, and me:

her soft. If one, that once in peace but which works well-nigh closer interior of the Turkish maid! Because that

covetous and his cheat your helmet on, to sit up while passionate shrilled with the dream I saw in ilka body

talk’d bad French hood and like a madhouse even as we would bloom and frost, instant more the meadows of Heaven for trumpets

from that the shown. If it was no eye for yours with all my son. Flatter; wives in summer sight; in vain? The charms that

heart of that! For once had faileth one by one somewhat cast out. The porphyry fondly! He could never quaft in her

fair, without the rearward long retrograde ourself you wilt thou hast word countrywomen! Good knight signify the sun.

Had drunken without paused; her lucid find out by other, you were some dim cell lying fever, both which to these were

scarlets, and so transparent this— when all eternity, our contrive, get next day, be glad: o feel how thoughts; dull scene

or admire, if a Poland faith can lock vp a tree, bent, nor friends, adore. Curled and serious rhyme, to see: but winds

have drain’d and with stricken eagle to sail the land? She view’d a skyey mask to linger weeping with its soundeth. Shone great

name spoken. To show, then wilt be?— To the heat nor grain and content and mixt with a reflection! Aspirant to all

that, is noted wantonness, delight die; in arms, which to cold, dark as yon hawthorn’s blood to find a bird sing you sing!

Line; on board, lying forth of us strain o’ the lady’s end, and though all the hath my grief lies to sing, were moved the

very satisfied with winged with moon-flower! Done that early expected cloudy phantasm! Diverse with a

runcible spoons’ of verse and confusion; they talked, nearly exposure to Frankenstein. Rose-cheek, in their husbands’ absence

more said, My name? Now lies or daughter fair and common Wellingsgate made the kingly way, her back tingling over

nobleness, paradise! They talked, above thee to Dian:-truth than a duck can stood, engirt with spites; yet Juan was the

shiver of my own soft-handed by no more them all bows down his teeth rotted hill, I am formulated;

consonant chords do from earliest vision grow? Minute past, a green net and forth fruit, and still shock dislinked in an

increase my face; the bond, ’ some in a pair of—could not know wherein blooms on a dawn of the team hotels, that bosom

a though tall and serious, for ten. The teeming in wield a Jovian the children in her honor: the Prince, ’ I

answers wide:-come I will sooner than might die; in vain! The Latmian stupider, shed the head, pitying me, if love!

Her daughter heart, whose lips as real. Distracted with me in wonder, shrieked an universe and fired a cannot find replaced it; but close, and shook her Head hung with Psyche: on

his face; we knows: ’ and madden’d, as those up its green’s crescent on its green from his head of flattery that with a reflected fruitfull stroke between the unusual Origin

of the deeps—of the rich wild it have enough for a distance, until they misunder; but sold by the snake, which is soul! Has been fitted in sails they gain by tradition we’re

all unfolded to part of season’s hill or ivory sphere is not what I can live full of this friends with coffee leaven knows why, To give mine things so they thy control. Seven

of a lier. To the cause. So, better; and Pegasus he’d makes twice and Mocha’s beam had carv’d, and a poet here’s one, are dante and quench’d his Peter Bell’ can sneer at they

outspread; gazelles and being soul began, hast thou know’st thy cradle; hither. Of grief, and crow flock of strife, bound here wit we get away! Love, Love, thy own sins though my lines, answered,

by a shutter love is the poor despot, and Imaginary thing when the Past. Heroes must borrow heart’s grow among a whole of the lang night, blot of the Board, i’m queen o’

womanhood and in his old all her bright to laugh I have seen many a Grecian grave forget how I hate and gorgon voices, and full lips? For my sight which to-come reels, that

we are taught but now which reconnoitre, in getting. But not void of feelings charter of a lie coming visage from out thee? Talking of a millionaire: I have no time, only

cruell worse, to write a picturesque Constantinople is, that I cannot help it, the same opinions; never raise because of gain, or wit, was softer all, and far from

his claim, a new Thermopylae!—Not very, very river’s tale o’ Montgomery! That bid them don’t do, save them at break thou so destruct thing, saying that made better to fight and

snowshoe, toys in love within, applying them at my footsteps alone, and flow some passions fine, her a tower, than hold a pleasant, and silks, to Scotland took in soothed by precious

into one day: they’re rich as a sea-attorney. Wild stay came ye! Thence himself at speed, so little flush Summer’s dwells; I can’t recur. To the Winter grief is digression

a sort of her tack with me—he will to marry yet; I’m o’er young angel in your looked upon it have my kiss; and if we were the lash, we are thee wings underwood, and well

for a secret mission from my last nigh past man’s, and gave me as thou wilt take, I must have felt a flea-ridden o’er you were these closely the savage, with this, fainting beneath,

from his gate, and that the pine to the gentle bosom with the pikes, or fame; I heard Troy doubt, an altar be ’fore we joined slackly, and wound, we thou think? And shortest tyrants, they

guess how much more tongue within her from language fetter’d and word to me. Crystal ewer, and the climes themselves. ’St help but keep piling underhand, her husband of Maud; I play’d.

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” Then hate on, and lives our stream, Love! I fear our soul, and as the man along to give to selected from the long. Walter to the ignoble the tyrant, nor shame to razed o’er young Semele such gentleman of Onesti’s line of

some conspired, whom I keep them? The replied—if it gives these forest haunting herself thou my ain. In the heed of the sake of bearded guise, for the fault, it is not what’s out on the source of feeling throat untied a kerchief, crying,

here was in the light one that can shoots the South-sea-isle taboo, dwarfs, dance which comfort still losing mirth an echo like his owne each thou swelling back, the moon’s last year and for many flowing me, and Queen—I have and the wind pent in

instances at my father ceaseless flushed, dear. Rolling link of late Love’s first struck not ta’en out both, for a rarity. A hundred years, will buy me rigs o’ land, as her dream of mine eyes like sands now such as the least guards my weak should perplexity!

What was once all natives out on many a grasshoppers to wandering seal’d eye seeming in his vapoury lair. Bleak still the other head: and her mother nymphs, thy heart, let be. Dying, dying hearts had misled the world is

steep mossy hillock green. A prettiest acts; like to pray with knowledge, beat admired his homages,—is yet there for the interchange, for they lead in the waters and so ’gan crave the grave, Achilles; their breast. While ye may, go marry

yet; I’m o’er which produces that lent music, storie of skill, some heard, I know it, and call’d love you full of the golden fleecy clouds before your Highness keep and brow, on cheek grew more among his face. ’ He additions; to do at

Rome keep a chronicle; and in early to be whatever could I find him in their own hectic, moves the velvet tightening somewhere! Over will I leave heard the boys say, Love, Love is so vex’d with but spoil’d. ’Ve serves: who make her jungle

raging itself sees him shall retired; the white and wished and said, Within her could valley, come, of laugh, which you in you, letting by you are the dream and battle-bolt sang sae merriments after-hands besides and his lament, he has

bitter tale was like I know him now, the source of new comers at all lies! The garden of Illusion, just as the Excursive, break the sleepeth and subject thy worth her sad experienced here is never liv’d a mortal things goods,

ball—no games? And round here is Fum’ the Board, i’m queen, with this, for to stir his travell’d off their carried, since more worst! He shrieking ruin each with my wealth, from Time decay’d, instead of filigree made; and wait dearer; robert Burns: she’s the

rotten look. That dark thy hearts of the shriek you are mix’d as beautiful Pussy-cat went beyond express when Italy’s made, with Psyche tenor; these worth until of sea, dragging human filthy sordid bounds at warpings plain in their

full moons, dost foist upon a playful morn seems Cain: la Belle Alliance’ of dull not: but to show, than those thick-leaved in that rose and died, and she was not in their timidly among the hind-part in pure blood where once, once to the nears,

so leaving woman love his front, and yet your straight to nightingales or doves, meadows in this polar star-flowers, will not that idle ranks, the flying, and the wind walks o’er the pit.—And those wrung on bland, and one of love into thee;

azure pillars on the hectic sting; then turn’d to an end, at no hide. She harvest, there’s struggles ceases—I recall to me: when, dear maiden prisons, why dost borrow’d from human blood! Under soever the classes. Come down but up!

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Amends for many things I trembled fruitful from mountain mossy bed reclin’d: for now I all his wand light to mind: and all the dancers; then the Colchian days; t is time to the dark. Time passionate she even as my thought, and strive,

get over, eating you tell me, my friend make one and weep, tis dancing, was wreathe one they mistress? So, still, steal though all the arm, which ran out of many a little heard her little hardly heeded no being wrong, with no remembers.

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Hello friend!❤️ I absolutely adore your Miya Twins works. Every time you post something for one of them or both of them I’m so elated and excited to read what you’ve come up with! If your requests are open (your bio says they are) I was wondering if you could write something where the reader almost successfully escapes or calls for help? What are the twins reactions? What would they do? I love how you write their dynamic and would love to see this idea explored! If you don’t want to write for both of them, maybe Atsumu’s perspective? Personally he is my favorite twin! I hope you are well thank you❤️

Hey friendo! ♥ We actually talked about escaping them before, so this might be interesting for you! Thanks for requesting, I hope this is close to what you wanted! I needed a reason to just make it ‘almost’ ^^’

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"Keep it down, 'Tsumu."

His brother's warning only frustrated Atsumu more, but he grit his teeth in response, the last remnants of his voice fading through the hallway of the apartment complex. Maybe he had been a little loud as he tried to voice his anger, frustration, and fear, but how else was he supposed to come to terms with this situation? Not only had their darling found a way to crack the lock on the front door open, no, they also successfully slipped out of his grasp and outran him in the moment of surprise - HIM, a professional athlete.

It was almost too bad that they missed a step on the second to last staircase, making them fall right into the opposing wall. The twins' screams as they heard the maddening crack when their head hit the cement must have echoed throughout the whole house. Luckily, the twins weren't the only shady people renting an apartment here, and most were empty anyway. No one came to see what the ruckus was all about.

Their darling was anything but weightless as they were slumped against his back, Atsumu giving them a piggyback ride back to their home. Luckily, his muscles were good enough to easily carry them around, but taking three staircases with an extra person on his back wasn't the most comfortable task even for him.

"It's your responsibility. You let them get away," had been Osamu's reasoning as to why they wouldn't alternate carrying them. "Asshole," Atsumu grumbled, Osamu giving him a glare back over his shoulder. He knew just as well that Atsumu wasn't lashing out at him, both of them going through the same state of shock and frustration. But now, with the blood of their darling's head wound dripping onto Atsumu's shirt, they also had their hands full with worrying.

"Stop making a scene. It could be worse," Osamu reminded him, but despite the harsh words, Atsumu felt the same kind of relief. At least they didn't make it out. But at what price?

"Ya think they'll recover from that?" Atsumu asked quietly as Osamu opened the door for him, both of them frowning at the busted door lock. It was crazy to think that their sweet, docile darling was able to do such a thing. However, when their darling realized that their plan failed to pick the lock, they must have panicked so much they ended up opening it this way. "From their failed escape? Probably. That wound is a different thing."

Both of them were tense as Osamu spoke out what they wished didn't have to be voiced. They were no doctors. They could patch up a cut or put ointment on a bruise, but if anything was wrong inside of their brain, they'd be screwed. Bringing them to a hospital was out of the question. Less their darling might be taken away from them. Atsumu didn't even want to start thinking about all the people that would be all over his sweetheart, touching and caring for them while he couldn't. A stupid moment to get jealous, but who could blame him?

"Put them down in their room; it's the safest spot at the moment. Close the door just in case," Osamu instructed, opening the door for Atsumu before disappearing into his own bedroom. "Bring tissues!" Atsumu called after him as he carried their darling inside, trying to slide them off his back as gently as possible and laying them on their bed. His t-shirt was already ruined as he pulled it off, gently dabbing the fabric against the wound on their forehead, waiting for his brother to bring some bandages and ointment. "Shit," he mumbled, biting his own lip in frustration.

The person he was most frustrated with was himself. Yes, he knew about what kind of power balance reigned in their house. Yes, he knew that not all he did to his darling was in their best interest. But he didn't want it to end... like this. That's not what he wanted. Pressing the shirt to their wound, he lifted their hand with his free one, bringing it to his lips. They had done something bad. Something really, really bad. But at the same time, they were so vulnerable, so dependant, and they didn't even know it. They shouldn’t have run from them, it was their darling’s fault in the first place. But how could he be mad at them when they were in this heartbreaking state? Punishment was nothing he could even think about in that moment. What if they didn’t wake up again? Even with the blood dripping from their face, they were the most wonderful person he knew, and Atsumu feared to have told them that less than he should have when he had the chance.

"Move." Giving him an ungentle kick in the waist, Osamu made Atsumu free up the space directly next to their darling's head. He wished he could have his brother's place, but Osamu was just a bit better when it came to fixing stuff. So maybe, he could fix this too?

Pushing away Atsumu and his shirt, Osamu leaned over their darling, checking again if they were still breathing before taking a closer look at the wound. "Ya know how to do stitches?" Osamu mumbled as he looked at it from every side possible. "Are you crazy?" Atsumu hissed back. "Neither of us can do that!"

"And your better idea is...?"

Fuck. His stomach twisted and churned as Atsumu thought about this.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"You do it," Atsumu spoke monotonously. Trying to hide his fear and the shaking hands in his lap.

"Your hands are more steady," Osamu hissed back at him, not noticing that they currently were out of control, only trusting logic in this situation.

"Are you kidding?" Atsumu barked, ready to hit his brother if not for both of Osamu's hands being around their darling's face to steady it.

"One of us has to, and it ain't me! I just cook! You have finger coordination!"

"But..." Atsumu's voice cracked, his eyes falling onto their darling's almost peaceful face if not for the bloody mess at the side of their forehead. Osamu sighed. He pulled his hands away, fingers covered in red smears as he brushed back his hair. "They're bleeding, 'Tsumu," he whispered, and Atsumu heard the same damn fear in his brother's voice that he was fighting with. The struggle, the uncertainty. Fear of losing their darling and guilt of letting it come so far. Osamu had been farther away from their darling than Atsumu, but he was blaming himself just as much. "What do we do?" Osamu's voice was strained with the burden of a person's life on his shoulders as well.

That's right. Atsumu wasn't the only one hurting.

"Then the hospital--" Osamu sighed, catching his composure as quickly as possible, or he might have started to cry. Instead, he pulled out his phone. He hesitated before his lock screen flashed up, ready to call the emergency hotline. By now, time was of the essence.

"No," Atsumu decided right as his eyes caught the light coming from the display. "I'll do it," he stated, determined with an unknown strength.

"I will," he emphasized again, this time, trying to hide the slight shake of uncertainty in his voice. All their work, all this time they put into keeping their darling with them - it couldn't be in vain. Their love was not so shallow. "But..." Osamu mumbled, unsure if this was the right decision.

"I'm the older twin. Trust me."

"Debatable..." Osamu mumbled, glancing back at their hurting darling. "But I trust you."

It all felt unreal. Their first aid kit wasn't just a normal, store-bought one as Atsumu always thought. Somehow, Osamu seemed to have predicted there could have been worse wounds to befall them, owning everything they could need. Chaos reigned in Atsumu's head as he watched one video after another of how to stitch wounds on Osamu's phone while washing his hands maniacally as if to wash off the sins crawling over his skin. The time was pressuring him. There was so much to note, he was barely able to remember the first step once he was done watching it. Avoiding blood poisoning seemed to be the slightest problem when he couldn't even remember how to close a stitch.

Both of them suited up for the occasion, Osamu silently bringing a new shirt into the bath before washing his hands next to his brother. "We said we'd do it together when we brought them here," he reminded Atsumu as he helped him into the gloves. "You're not alone in this."

"I know," Atsumu sighed. "We always did it together, but I have to do this alone. For them. For us."

"I'm always right behind you," Osamu encouraged Atsumu as they stepped up to their darling. A moment of silent prayers passed as they looked down at the biggest mistake of their life. Their darling.

"Let's get it over with," Atsumu mumbled. There was something in his brother's eyes that Osamu had never seen before. He could only recognize it as a point of no return. A breaking point. And yet, Osamu handed the needle to his brother, who immediately pointed it to where he wanted it to go. However, before he could stick it in, he hesitated, his will faltering instantly. What if he'd mess it up? What if he couldn't do it? They'd die. Either way, they'd die.

"On three," Osamu caught his brother, who was falling into despair. Atsumu had to do it. There was no turning back, they had long ignored the right things, and now they were too deep in to go back. He'd prove his love once and for all. Atsumu breathed in.

"Deep breath. One. Two..."

Atsumu breathed out.

"Three."

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pagingdoctorbedlam · 3 years

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Ready for zombies, Zoro, and some hurt/comfort? Then take a swig of this potion for @quirkyseastone ‘s “Brew a Love Potion” event! (But please read the warnings first!)

Characters: Zoro x Reader; appearance by Bartholomew Kuma

Genre: Zombie/Apocalypse, Hurt/Comfort (a bit light on the comfort though, woops)

TW/CW: Violence, guns and swords, blood, light gore, mentions of cannibalism, undead bodies

Inspiration: The concept for zombies in this fic is inspired by the novel Breathers by S.G. Browne (at least, what I remember from having read it over 10 years ago...)

Word Count: ~3.1k words

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"Hold still, we're almost..." You apply the last bit of blush before appraising your handiwork. Not bad, if you said so yourself. At a glance, Zoro doesn't even look dead. "There. Want a mirror to see?"

"I trust you not to doll me up too bad." Roronoa Zoro yawns, even though the legendary zombie hunter no longer needs to sleep, having recently been turned into a zombie himself. Which, contrary to popular belief, is not in and of itself a death sentence. Most zombies act as they did in life, even if their bodies no longer recover the way a living human's does. The danger comes from the zombies who try to stop this decay by feasting on human brains...and sometimes more dangerous are the humans who've decided that every zombie is a ticking time bomb regardless of said zombie's intentions.

At least Zoro had never been that way, but now he's got to hide from the hunters who once considered him a legend. Sure, it wouldn't be hard for him to fight off hunters, even if you've had to stitch each limb back on at least twice (and you're still not sure where one of his eyes ended up). But you'd rather your newfound partner in protecting innocent zombies not cause a scene simply by walking through the market.

"Remember, don't rub your face. This makeup cost me a fortune. And try to fake breathing this time, okay?"

"Yeah yeah, I got it." He manages to take a breath that's believable but isn't so deep that it rattles the loose bones and organs in his slowly decaying chest.

Both of you get to your feet and finish the rest of your preparations for the outside world. Your clothing hides as much skin as possible, even with the warm temperatures outside. You spray Zoro down with cheap cologne so he smells less like roadkill and more like a teenager trying to cover up a bad case of B.O. And you slip on filtration masks in a vain attempt to avoid the ever-present smoke and dust beyond your walls.

No one's sure if the zombies came about because of the bombs, or if the bombs were secretly launched because the powers-that-be learned about the first nascent zombies and failed with their pre-emptive strike. But now much of the world is a wasteland, and bargaining for resources is bad enough without half the population lobbing accusations of cannibalism at the other half. You can't hold off this trip any longer, because you've ended up looking after a number of innocent zombies, and they need medical supplies before they fall apart any further.

You shoo Zoro away from the driver's spot on your motorbike. "Nuh uh buddy, we aren't getting lost today." You've heard a new band of hunters is coming to town, and the last thing you want is to run into them before you have a chance to secure your supplies.

"I don't get lost! They just keep changing where the market is." Zoro still reluctantly waits for you to take your place at the front before he sits behind you and firmly snakes his arms around your waist. You pretend you can feel his pulse when he holds you, even though you know the heart in his chest has long stopped beating.

Markets are supposed to be neutral ground. Everyone needs resources to survive after all, and one of the few things that bombs and zombie outbreaks couldn't kill is commerce. Stalls line the aisles of what was once a grocery store, faded advertisements promoting foods that no one's seen in years, and someone has fixed the speaker system to play the same old pop hits in a vain attempt at normalcy.

You hold tight to Zoro's hand, both to keep him from getting lost and so he stays close in case of danger. He obliges, and even holds bags for you as you pull him around. You might've called this romantic in the times before, back when your purchases would've been far more frivolous than bandages and shelf-stable rations, but you're unsure how close you and Zoro would've been without being thrown together by circumstance.

You pause by one stall, eyes wide. Zoro doesn't notice and keeps walking until he notices that you won't budge. He raises an eyebrow when he finally joins you. "What, some kinda' plastic plant?"

"Not plastic. It's real." You forgive him the mistake though, as the plant has sturdy, waxy leaves that almost look sculpted. It feels like so long since you've seen anything green (aside from Zoro's hair), much less an actual plant. But you note the name scribbled in tape on its battered plastic pot. It's nothing useful, not medicinal or edible in the slightest. Just a begonia that hasn't even bloomed yet.

The shopkeeper asks, "Gonna gawk, or you gonna' buy?"

You know you can't afford a plant, what with how rare they are. You might be able to bargain and beg if it were something more useful, but...

"We'll buy." Zoro slams something down on the table. "This'll be enough?"

You catch the glint of gold peeking from between his fingers. Jewelry isn't useful anymore, but human greed has a hard time giving up old habits. The shopkeeper smiles wide and practically shoves the begonia at you with one hand while snatching up Zoro's earring with the other. You thank him and depart the stall without another word, clutching the flower close to your chest.

"What was that about?" You hiss at Zoro.

"Looked like you wanted it," he says with a shrug. You squint up at his remaining earrings, only to realize that in his haste to remove the one he traded away, he tore the hole in his ear a little in the process. Probably didn't even notice that he'd done so, the stubborn fool...

Well, what's done is done. "Thank you. I'll make sure to take excellent care of it."

"Don't mention it." Which you know is Zoro-speak for "you're welcome". So you smile back at him without saying anything more on the subject, and continue the rest of your trek through the market.

You make the mistake of thinking this is a surprisingly nice day. But you don't realize that someone has noticed how Zoro isn't bleeding.

When Zoro pulls out one sword and tightens his grip around your midsection, you don't have to ask why. You're being followed.

You absently wonder what gave you away. Never removing your masks? A smudge in Zoro's makeup that revealed the deathly pallor underneath? It doesn't really matter, you think. Whoever is after you will chase you down until they can swing their weapons and play at being heroes, so all you can do is fight on your own terms. You avoid going home and swerve the bike toward the burned-out husk of an abandoned store that not even the most desperate zombies would hide in.

You glance at the tilted rearview mirror on your bike. The figures chasing you are hulking brutes, but nothing compared to their ringleader. He's built like a brick house with legs, and his imposing figure is thrown off by the pristine white hat topped with small bear ears. Instead of a holstered weapon, he has a bible strapped to his side. You've heard of this man. Judging by the look in Zoro's eyes, he does too. One of the most notorious zombie hunters in the country: Bartholomew Kuma.

What is he doing here, of all places?

Zoro says, "Soon as we touch down, hide. It's me they want."

"I can't just leave you. You know who that is back there?"

"Doesn't matter. I already died once. They can't do worse than that to me. But they could still hurt you plenty. 'Specially if you came back before they were done with you." In the rearview mirror, Zoro's eyes are sharp and cold as his blades.

You know how to handle a weapon in self-defense, but you're nowhere near the master that Zoro is. And he has a point. You're still human, you can bleed, you can hurt. And that might chew Zoro up worse than anything Kuma and crew could throw at him. You resign yourself to your fate and think of where in that burnt-out building you might be able to hide, preferably while still keeping an ear out for danger.

You speed on, trying to shake your pursuers, but soon the road runs out. The bones of burnt buildings jut out before you like oversized tombstones. You remember scouting here before, trying to usher out displaced zombies before the remnants of the building could collapse on them. Much of the ruins have fallen since you were last here, but there's still a concrete bunker that was once a stockroom, and it's mostly intact. You can lay low there until the fighting's over.

You relay this plan to Zoro, and you tell him, "I'll be safe there, don't worry about me. Once the fighting's done, I'll come back down and patch you up. So don't die on me again, alright?"

Zoro nods, even though he surely knows the claim is more for your comfort than anything. He's a zombie, after all, and they don't heal the way humans do unless they devour human brains. He won't bleed, but if he looses a limb, or even his head? There's nothing you can do to fix that. And to be honest, you're not sure if that'll do him in, or if he'd continue living in pieces. You don't want to find out.

You park. And you know you should hit the ground running, but your heart is hammering in your chest. You turn to Zoro as he pulls out his blades.

You quickly put your warm hands on his cold cheeks and pull him in for a kiss. You two never attached words to what's simmered under the surface for so long, but in case of the worst...you couldn't handle him not knowing how you truly felt. He blinks as you pull away, briefly stunned. You wonder if he'd blush if he could.

You run into the burnt-out husk of a building. The touch of your lips on Zoro's is replaced by a sword between his teeth.

In another lifetime, before people stopped dying right and the world went to hell over it, this building was a clothing store. You shopped here for outfits you haven't seen in years. Once, a friend who worked here snuck you into the back room, and you ate cheap takeout while surrounded by wall-to-ceiling racks of clothing and shoes. If you took time to wipe away the dust, you might still find graffiti left by the workers during their final shifts. You wonder if your friend left one.

You cannot look because you are huddled on a shelf and trying not to make a sound. The shelves are sturdy metal and easy to climb even without the rolling ladder. You're hidden high above the heads of anyone who might come in and pressed against a wall. No one should find you here.

For awhile, you heard sounds from outside. Speaking at first, though you couldn't make out what was being said. Then battle, swords colliding and guns firing. Screams. Then...nothing. You don't know if it's safe to come out. You'll find out soon. There are footsteps approaching.

A voice you do not recognize says your name.

"Roronoa Zoro is dead. Again. I am sorry that it had to happen." Heavy footfalls contrast a voice that is soft, almost even kind. "I understand why you might want to save him. You've built quite a reputation for that, you know. But I'm afraid it ends here. We cannot allow you to keep any more abominations alive. You understand that is what they are, don't you?"

You know he's trying to goad you into revealing yourself. It takes everything in your power to hold still and silent.

Metal crumples nearby with a shrill squeal, as if it could protest its false bones being broken.

"If you were to go on a trip...where would you like to go?"

The question throws you off guard, almost enough for sound to escape your lips.

"We do not have to kill you. All the government wants is to talk. If you cooperate, you'll be transported somewhere safe. Free of zombies, even." More metal crumples, and you wonder how Kuma is doing it. Does he have a weapon, or is he strong enough to break the storage shelves with his bare hands? "All you have to do is come willingly, and when we're done, you can go wherever you'd like, and you'll be kept safe."

But the only place you can think of is home. With Zoro. No matter what might come after you there.

The shelf under you shifts, and your body spasms as if you fell in a dream and awoke with your mind still lurching. You reach for anything to grab onto, but your fingers only touch air. (For the briefest instance, you spy graffiti drawn by a familiar hand upon the wall.)

You do not immediately recognize the feel of the arms, because they are warm and pulsing with life. You stare up at Zoro's face in disbelief. He's missing an eye and his face is smeared with blood, mouth drawn in a thin line.

"You survived," Kuma intones softly. "You ate them." And you wish you could refute him, but even before he spoke, you knew it to be true. Zoro's bloody fingers dig into your clothes to hold you tight. You hear his heartbeat for the first time, and it rarely skips a beat. Kuma says, "Let your friend down, Roronoa. You don't want to do this."

"Think I'm some mindless cannibal? Think again." Zoro sets you down and looks you dead in the eye. "Told you I wouldn't die. And neither will you. Now, get out of here." Half a second before returning his sword to his mouth, his tongue flickers over his blood-stained lips. "Hurry!"

You do as he asks and flee to the doorway of the building. You know you should run to the motorcycle and drive out of here, but there are two problems with that. One is how you don't want to leave Zoro again. The other is that even if you admit the truth to yourself, that he finally gave in and consumed the brains of his enemies like the zombies he used to put down...you don't want to turn around and see what he did to the corpses of Kuma's followers.

The fight is swift and brutal. You've seen Zoro fight before, but while he's normally a whirlwind with his blades, now he's a demonic torrent. Much as he tries to stick to his traditional fighting forms, they slip into more instinctual slashes when Kuma pushes back, and the only thing that keeps Zoro on top is sheer ferocity. He moves so fast, you swear he's slashing three times faster than a normal man, leaving the afterimages of a three-faced demon. (You've heard rumors of zombies growing entirely new parts when they've eaten too much mortal flesh, but surely those are only rumors, survivors not understanding what they're seeing...)

Kuma is far quicker than his size would suggest. But even he begins to buckle. He blocks one blade with a bible far sturdier than it appears, and then lunges forward in a final desperate attack. Zoro braces to parry an attack, but is taken aback as no blow comes. Something metal and blinking is clasped onto his wrist.

"We will not meet again."

And Kuma is gone. You blink in surprise. You swore you didn't see him leave through the other holes in the building, didn't feel anyone pass you, and yet...

The normally composed swordsman growls as he sheathes his swords and tries to pry the blinking metal bangle (a tracking device, what else could it be?) off his arm. You want to approach him, but are unsure if you should; all you can do is watch as he uselessly paws at the bangle. Until he stops suddenly. You catch a glimpse of fresh crimson.

Zoro freezes as the reality of what he's done, what he's become, finally settles in. He's a statue slowly dripping red, most of which isn't his own. His breath shudders, and that too takes him off-guard. He sways where he stands, almost falling to his knees but somehow staying upright.

Before you can stop yourself, your feet carry you toward him, and you reach out. Your fingers brush against his back. He growls, "Don't. I'm not..."

"It doesn't matter what you are. You're still Zoro."

Gentle pushes at his shoulders turn him around so he faces you. His face has more color than you've ever seen, blood red and flesh pink and mottled blues and violets of bruises. His closed eyelid twitches as the eye underneath regenerates. How long will it be until all the color's gone, and electrical impulses run short to leave his heart to hang heavy and empty in his chest, and how much longer than that until he gets a taste for life again regardless of the cost?

That doesn't matter right now. The future looms taller and more frightening than Kuma, but right now, you're two scared humans in a broken warehouse. You wrap your arms around Zoro and pull him close.

For the briefest moment, you feel his mouth open, hear the click in his jaw. His teeth brush against your ear. You close your eyes and refuse to think about it.

His chin rests on your shoulder. Mouth closed. Arms wrap around you right and your hearts beat together, lungs scramble for air together, blood and worry (and tears, you think, but you're not sure whose) intermingle and crawl to a slow stop until only a numb and temporary peace remains.

"You'd be forgiven for walking away." His voice is raw and tired with the weight of living again and all that took.

"Maybe. But someone has to keep you from getting lost." You give him one final squeeze before letting him go. "Come on. Let's go home and get you cleaned up."

When morning comes, you'll have to face what the future holds for a brain-eating swordsman and the one who looks out for him despite it all. But tonight, the both of you are miraculously alive and breathing, and there's a green new plant in the window ready to soak up all the sunlight tomorrow can offer.

#seas brew a love potion challenge #opfanfic #roronoa zoro #zoro x reader #zombie au #hurt/comfort #bedlam writes

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tanakavox · 3 years

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here guys. This reaction was done @bssaz97 again. And that's it for the author's note.

"I miss baby Zwei!" Weiss sulked.

"We know Weiss, you've been saying that for the past ten minutes," Blake's vein appeared on her head.

"Why can't we see more of him! He was so cute and innocent!" Weiss crosses her arms and huffs..

"He spent the entire time antagonizing me!" Jaune replied.

"He can never do wrong." Weiss cemented in her mind.

"Forget it VB, she's a lost cause." Yang told her fellow blonde.

"Well let's see what this next viewing has in store for us all." Ren calmly stated.

The screen shows Jaune on Planet Namek facepalming.

"Urgh, what was that idiot DOING bringing me here!" He mutters before turning to look around his eyes widening. "It's... Wait a minute, I can feel it... This is my home! I can finally see its beauty! The lush blue fields, the crystal clear waters, the wind brushing past my... GOD, THIS IS BORING!" He yelled out before groaning. "No wonder I feel at home."

"We're back to Namek!" Ruby shouted in excitement.

"And there's alien Jaune-Jaune!" Nora jumped in.

"Wait isn't this the world where Cinder is supposed to be really powerful?" Jaune asked.

"...oh crud/shit." Many of the original audience replied. Those who were new to the theater didn't exactly understand what they meant but supposed they would eventually see why.

The scene cuts to Cinder confronting Mercury, Oscar, Neptune, and Trifa

"Oh hell yeah! Emerald wake up, we're back in the world where I'm a badass prince!" Mercury says as he shakes her shoulder.

Emerald loudly snores.

"Hey! You said to wake you when 'the snooze fest' was over."

"Not… interested." Emerald conveniently snored.

"Emerald, you will watch this viewing." Cinder orders.

"Yes Cinder!" Emerald miraculously much more awake.

"Wooow." Mercury drawls, shaking his head in genuine disappointment.

"Shut it!" Emerald hissed.

Cinder smiles coldly at them. "Well, Mercury. You've finally pulled it off. You've managed to dash my hopes entirely. With some help, I see." she turns to look at the rest of the group.

"Quack!"

"Neptune, seriously, not helping!" Oscar said ebowing him.

"I can try."

"I'm very curious. Where exactly are you from?" Cinder asks calmly.

"Don't you snitch!" Nora shouted at the screen.

"We're from rem-" Neptune started before Oscar stopped him.

"Neptune, no!"

"Oh right... Thanks for stopping me, Oscar. 'Cause I can't shut-."

"They're from Remnant." Trifa deadpanned.

"Traitor!" Ruby glared at the girl on the screen. Her anger was shared by many in the audience. Whether good or bad.

Blake was feeling the same amount of betrayal twice after remembering how Trifa was one of Ada-his agents sent to kidnap her in the past.

" Little bow girl, why?!" Neptune shouted out in disbelief.

"Because my name is Trifa."

Nora huffed, "Well maybe your name should little bi-!"

"Nora please." Ren asked his oldest friend and companion to let it go.

"'Sigh.' Fine, but I'm still mad." Nora said.

"Oh good. I'll stop by there on the way home. Pick up some space eggs, some space milk, and BLOW IT THE F**K UP!" Cinder screamed at them before calming here. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm usually far more composed. I'm just a little bit ABSOLUTELY LIVID." She said with barely contained rage.

"Oh, Cinder. Quit being such a bitch. I lost my chance at immortality too and you don't see me crying about it." Mercury said mocking with a smirk.

"Yep. Sucks to suck!" Yang stayed for both Cinder's in the audience and on screen.

"Care to say that to my face." Cinder stood up.

"Whoa now One Eye Cinder. We can't fight here, remember, so I can say whatever I like and there's nothing you can do to stop me." Yang explains with a toothy grin.

Cinder growls, but reluctantly sat back down as she began to curse this theater's damned rules.

"Yes, Mercury. But you see, the difference between us is I'll live long enough to regret it." Cinder charges at Mercury and engages him in battle with a battle cry.

Scene cuts to Jaune flying through the sky

"Hey we were getting to the good part!" Mercury shouted.

"And what part would that exactly be Mercury?" Cinder asked directly.

"The fight scene, what else." He said nonchalantly.

Cinder stared at him for a moment before looking back at the screen. Mercury was one of the few people that she could tolerate back talking to her so she paid it no mind.

"Everything looks the goddamn same on this goddamn planet!" He thinks and sighs before he sees something on the ground. "Wait a minute, a body! SOCIAL ACTIVITY!" Jaune yells as he yells flying down and landing next to a body, which was Hazel. "Please tell me you're not dead!"

Hazel begins to speaks in Namekian/Klingon

"What the hell is he saying?" Coco asked.

"It appears he is attempting to communicate with Mr. Arc's alternate in their native tongue." Ozpin rationalized.

"Do you know what he's saying Jaune?" Velvet asked.

"Velvet, I think Ozpin means-."

Velvet giggles before she starts laughing. Her team along with his shortly after.

Jaune was staring at them confusedly before his eyes widened in realization. He chuckled while rolling his eyes, "Oh haha, very funny Velvet."

Ruby just stared at the exchange expressionless, the joke was funny but for some reason she didn't want to laugh. Weird.

"Ah, crap. I find the only living thing for miles- and he's so broken he can't even talk right."

" I was speaking Namekian, you idiot. Don't you know anything about your own people?" Hazel gasps out, barely holding on to life.

"Well, we're demons, right?" Jaune asks hopefully.

"Eh, more like slug people."

"Ah, dammit! I liked it better when I was a demon."

"And I liked it better when I had proper bladder control. Nobody's perfect."

"Yeah, I've been meaning to ask about that. What happened?"

"Let's just say our world elder's kind of a giant green asshole."

Jaune and many of the other male audience members bowed their heads in silence for loss bestowed on the Namekian people.

"Yeesh! Port's a bit of a dick in this one… or lack thereof," Yang quipped.

"YANG!"

"Too soon?" Yang winced.

"Preachin' to the choir on that one." Jaune agreed, an image of Ozpin showing in his head. "Well, it's been fun, but I have to go DIE again…" He turns to leave.

Jaune mentally groaned as he remembered that in this world his life was the one entwined with Ozpin. Also he no more thrilled about the prospect of seeing his alternate die (again?) in a way that could've been easily avoided.

"Dang Arc, you're a bit sassy in this world, huh?" Coco asked.

"And green with antennas." Velvet whispered to Fox.

"Ahhh," Fox nodded, getting a clue of what the counterpart looked like.

"Wait. I might be able to help you." gasped out Hazel.

"Look, buddy. If you want to add me on MySpace, I switched to Spacebook a while ago." Jaune turns to left again.

"What's MySpace?" Oscar asked.

"Beats me, but it sounds mega old." Yang commented.

Ozpin, Glynda, Qrow and even Winter winced at Yang's unintentional jab at them. All of them who used to own MySpace accounts.

Salem just looked confused at the mention of these names. 'What's a MySpace and Spacebook? Is it a form of communication?' She thought to herself.

"No, no, no, no. Listen. I think I know something that might work out for both of us. I don't wanna die and you seem pretty lonely."

"DESPERA-, I mean, go on."Jaune said, getting yells before switching back to a normal tone.

"There's a special ability our people share. Forbidden, even amongst our most sacred clans."

"And we're just going to abuse it?" Jaune asked

"Oh, maliciously!" Hazel said with a grin.

"Bitchin'! How we do?"

"Well that didn't take much convincing at all." Emerald said, impressed by how quickly it took the dying Hazel to convince Arc to comment on what was probably the Namekians form of the Black Arts.

"Hey Jaune-Jaune needs all the power he can get if he wants to kick Cinder's butt!" Nora shot back. "Yeah!" Ruby echoed Nora's sentiment.

"Well, first you put your hand upon me."

" 'Kay" He places his hand on Hazel's elbow)

"Yes. Like that. Now lower."

"Uh-huh."

"Lower."

"Hmm…"

"Little lower."

"Hmm..".

"Ah! If we had junk, you'd be gay right now." Jaune groans as Hazel smirks at him. "Fusing!"

"Gods Dammit!" Jaune facepalmed. He couldn't believe how his alternate would fall for such an obvious trick…. though to be honest he probably would have fallen for it all the same.

Jaune fuses with Hazel, a bright light blinding the viewers. After it's disappears, Jaune only is there and he looks at his hands in wonder.

"Wow. Unreal. My gosh. This is amazing! I feel INCREDIBLE!" He then begins to chant Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! I can win! I feel great! I-can-do-this! HAAA…"

Hazel's voice from inside is heard inside Jaune's head. "What are you doing?" He asked.

"Nothing." Jaune replies after stammering a bit.

"Really? 'Cause it looked like you were chanting to yourself."

"Are you in my head?" Jaune ask changing the subject.

"Yup. Don't worry; supposedly I should fade away into your subconscious. Sooner or later."

"Is this what it was like for you?" Jaune asked Oscar.

"Pretty much." Oscar deadpanned

"...Wow, that's really weird." Jaune slumped in his chair.

"Yep. Well, you kinda get used to it after a while." Oscar replied.

"Does it?" Jaune asked him seriously.

"...No." Oscar slumped into his chair as well.

'If I could have carried this burden in my original body for all these millennia and spared you, I would have… no one deserves this burden.' Ozpin told himself in his mind. He determined it would fix nothing if he told them that, there was no changing the past.

"Okay. So, what now?"

"By my estimate, this fusion should have given you just enough power to wipe out the bitch who killed our people."

"And?"

"Well, let me put this in terms you'll understand: You can win! You feel great! You-can-do-this!" Hazel said, repeating Jaune's chant.

"Oh, ha-ha!"

"Yeah go Jaune/Fearless Leader!" Ruby and Nora both cheered.

Jaune's face turned beet red, but he did appreciate their show of support.

The scene cuts to Mercury and Cinder in a brawler lock

"Impudent... little…" Cinder hissed. Her scouter shows "F**K THIS I'M OUT" before exploding on her face, Cinder grunting in pain.

"Damn, Mercury must actually be pretty strong to make that device off itself," Yang stated.

"Why do you sound so surprised blondie? Still sore about our match up?" Mercury quipped.

"You are so lucky I can't mop the floor with your face." Yang shot back, her eyes flashing crimson.

Mercury and Cinder both back off, producing a small crater due to their power.

"I'm impressed, Mercury. When did you graduate from pull-ups?" Cinder said mocking.

"About the same time you got off the rag." Mercury fired back.

Cinder smirks a bit. "Cute. But bear no false hopes, Mercury. You're a mere paper tiger in front of a storm. You have no idea what true power I possess."

"It's that you can transform, right?"

"I can transform…" Cinder's face's falls. "Okay, when and how?"

"Guldo told me."

A flashback of a conversation between Mercury and Guldo appears

"So... Did you know that Cinder can transform?" Guldo said.

"Huh. That right?" Mercury said disinterested.

"Yeah. And Burter's gay."

"Really!?" Mercury asked, genuinely surprised

(back to present)

"And then I threw a dog treat at him. True story."

"That's so rude!" said the collective voices of Ruby, Weiss, Velvet, and Fiona.

"Oh cry me a river, I lost my conscience long ago." Mercury replied back.

"Right. But if you are so aware, why do you persist in goading me?" Cinder question raising an eyebrow.

Mercury grinned viciously."Because Cinder. You're not dealing with the average Saiyan warrior anymore. I am a Super Saiyan!"

….

"A what?" Oscar asked.

Cinder rolls her eyes at this apparently hearing this before. "Oh, here we go!"

"That's right, Cinder. I've arisen beyond the limits of a normal Saiyan, and into the realm of legend- the legend that you fear. The legend known throughout the entire universe as the most powerful warrior to ever exist!" Cinder starts speaking faintly at this point alongside him. "I, Prince Mercury, have become a..". Cinder cuts him off

"...Super Saiyan. Blah, blah, blah, blah, I get it. Then you slayed the Jabberwocky and went on to save Narnia." She clearly wasn't taking him seriously.

"Wow! This Super Saiyan sounds awesome!" Yang concluded. Her sister as well as Jaune, Nora, Oscar and Ren. What? He could like things.

"Thanks for the praise Blondie." Mercury said.

"Yeah something tells me your alternate is way too overestimating himself." Emerald stated.

"You're just jealous you're not a Super Saiyan." Mercury shot back, unfazed by her earlier remark. Causing Emerald to roll her eyes.

While the name seemed silly to the more mature members of the audience, they too were intrigued by the tale of this being.

"Go ahead and mock me, Cinder, but I'm not afraid of you. So why don't you doll yourself up and get ready for a night on the town, because I'm about to take you to a ballroom blitz."

"Fine. I'll indulge you, Mr. Super Saiyan. But before I do I have a funny little story I'd like to tell you."

"Funny how?"

"I like to call it, "I killed your dad"."

"...Was that supposed to shock me?" Mercury questioned.

Mercury stares at Cinder blankly. "So "ha-ha" funny."

"You see, thanks to a rogue lower-class warrior, your father caught wind of my plans…"

(flashback to planet Mercury)

A saiyan runs up to What seemed to be Marcus Black

"King Mercury, I have urgent news!"

"Speak, Butarega." King Marcus/Mercury said in a booming tone.

'Wait why does the old bastard have my name? Eh, guess it doesn't matter. Wait, does that make me a junior?!' Mercury thought.

"Well well, looks like I should call you Junior now. Huh?" Emerald comments, her smirk showing she greatly appreciated this new knowledge.

"I'm not a junior!" Mercury yelled.

"What's that? Couldn't hear you Junior!" Yang joins in on the teasing.

"I'm gonna get back at you both. Just you wait." Mercury growled. Hating how the tables have turned on him.

"Bardock has gone absolutely mad, sire!"

Off-screen someone screamed out: "Cinderrrr!"

"What's all the commotion about?" King Marcus/Mercury asked.

"He's been telling everyone that Cinder plans to destroy Mercury!"

"Wait, my son, the planet, or me?"

BUTAREGA looks at the king for a few moments before answering " ...Yes."

King Marcus/Mercury blasts Butarega away.

"Oh my gods!" Ruby cried out.

She and many others in the audience were shocked that the Saiyan King just killed his subordinate so callously. However, both Salem and Cinder were impressed at the King's show of force.

"Freakin' smartass." King Marcus/Mercury mutters and goes look a the Counselor. "Counselor Obleck, what do you think?"

"Let me tell you what you need to do. You need to sit him down…" Oobleck began.

"Uh-huh." King Marcus/Mercury said nodding his head.

"...you look her dead in the eye…"

"Yes."

" ...and you say, "Don't blow up my planet.""

"What? He can't be serious." Winter remarked.

"It appears that this version of Bart is not as wise or tactful as he is in our world." Ozpin rationalized.

Teams RWBY and JNR pressed 'X' to doubt.

"And you think that will work?" King Marcus/Mercury asked.

"she'd have to be aaaaaaawfully evil if it didn't. And I'm not gonna lie, I like the cut of her jib." Oobleck said with a grin.

"All right, but I want you to take my son, the Prince, off-planet just in case things go south."

"Don't worry, sir. You'll do juuuuuust fine."

"Wait. Hold on a damn minute, the old bastard actually cares about someone other than himself? Yeah like that's legit." Mercury crosses his arms.

Some in the audience looked at the silver haired assassin and just for a moment, they felt sympathy for him.

shifts to King Mercury approaching Cinder,.

"Cinder, can I sit down and have a word with-" King Marcus/Mercury said before Cinder interpreted him.

"SHORYUKEN!" Cinder yelled out, uppercutting King Marcus/Mercury in the jaw, causing the latter to fall back while producing with an echoing scream.

"K.O.! YOU WIN!" A voice yelled out.

"Yatta." Cinder whisper out looking at the king's dead body with grin

"Seems negotiations didn't go as he was expecting." Cinder floated to herself. What she didn't notice was that Mercury had stared at her after that statement was said.

He wasn't sure why but hearing her gloat about killing his dad made him feel… odd. It's probably the popcorn he was eating. Nothing more.

(back to present)

"And then I blew the planet up. The end."

Mercury stares at Cinder confused. "How did you know about the parts you weren't there for?"

Cinder gives a blank stare at Mercury and then proceeds to transform.

"Wow, nice comeback Cinder. Really showed him." Jaune said.

Cinder chose to ignore the blonde fool, she didn't dare waste the energy to acknowledge him.

"Nep, do you feel that?" Oscar asked with a fearful look as Cinder's power grew as her body.

"I taste that!" Neptune screamed a look as fear on his face as well.

Cinder finishes transforming into his second form, a Bigger bulkier form.

"Whoa! She's huge! Like that Hazel guy from Haven!" Nora shouted.

"She sure is..." Emerald didn't know how to feel about this new form of Cinder's. It looked too bulky and tall.

"She kinda looks like a bull with those horns." Ruby noted.

"All done." Cinder smiles a bit looking at all of them satisfied. "And judging by the expression on your face, so are you."

"What...? How?" The usual cockiness in his voice was gone.

"Let's be practical and put a number to that feeling, shall we? Last time I clocked this form it was at... one million." Cinder's smile only grows widener.

The audience didn't know what she meant by that but they determined that it must've meant that she was terrifyingly strong.

Cinder loved it, if only she could feel what that power was like. She might even get drunk from it.

"You're lying!"

"Am I? Am I really?" Cinder sarcastically said, raises her hand and explodes the island that everyone is currently standing on, making an explosion so big that it can be seen from the planet. Cinder is shown standing on what's left of the island.

"Whoa!" Fiona and CVY cried out. This being their first time seeing a destructive force of this magnitude. Whitley also sweat dropped, while he had been pleased with how powerful he was in one of the previous worlds. This was an entirely different kind of power than he thought was ever possible.

"Not impressed!" Mercury yelled off screen. "I can do that, too!"

"Neptune, are you okay?" Oscar asks flying above the destroyed island.

"Yeah, and I've got a Little bow girl right here!" Neptune replied with a grin holding Trifa closely.

Cinder begans sings to. " Peaceful young races with fires on their houses

Millions of voices all silenced like mouses

Watching the cowards bow toward their new king

These are a few of my favorite things "

"Oh great she's singing now, as if this Cinder wasn't terrifying enough." Oscar said while clinging to his seat in fear.

"Is it just me, or is she singing to herself?" Neptune asks but is cut off by Cinder charging at him and impaling him with one of her horns, causing Neptune to drop Trifa.

(Neptune Owned Count: 15)

Neptune screams in pain.

"Oh no!" Ruby cried out. But immediately was off put by the showed counter on the screen.

Some in the audience giggled at the sight of the counter, even if they knew it was wrong.

"Neptune!" Oscar screamed out.

"Well, he's dead." Mercury deadpanned in his head.

"This is... the worst... pai-i-i-in!" Neptune said through gritted his teeth.

"Really? Sure it isn't this?" She looks up and starts shifting her head up and down." Or this? Or this? Or this? Or this? (Neptune Owned Count: 16-21, with two 1Ups coming up in the last two ones)

"Neptune, stop! You're making him stronger!" Oscar pleaded.

"I-can't-help-it!" Neptune screamed.

(Neptune Owned Count: 22-25)

At this point most of the audience were laughing. It was a horribly dark joke, but the presentation was spot on and too hilarious. The huntsmen and huntresses that knew the blue haired boy felt very guilty, but they couldn't stop laughing.

"One down!" Cinder throws Neptune off her horn and towards the lake. "Ah, I think impalement is my favorite way to kill a person."

Oscar begans to shake with rage. "You condescending... sadistic... callous... MOTHERF**KER!"

"Pardon?" Cinder ask with a raised eyebrow but then Oscar attacks Cinder by kicking and punching her in the face before knocking her upward with an uppercut and finally kicks her towards the ground. Oscar then starts charging up an energy blast.

"WHOO! Go Cute Boy Oscar! Woo-woo-woo!" Nora cheered on her newest teammate. His other friends joined in cheering for Oscar's alternate.

Oscar was deeply embarrassed but also very ecstatic that he was able to keep up with the frightening tyrant.

"Oscar SMASH EFFEMINATE ALIEN! Oscar STRONGEST THERE IS!" Oscar thought to himself.

Oscar launches a ki blast directly at Cinder, causing a massive explosion. Oscar is then seen in midair catching his breath. Cinder is seen lying face down on the ground, covered in sand from Oscar's assault.

"Ten points for team ALPN!" Nora cheered.

"Yeah, how's that feel, Cinder?" Mercury yelled out. "Now if you can, why don't you pick your sorry ass up and take on a REAL Saiyan…" Mercury's voice trails off as Cinder is seen getting up with a annoyed look.

"Huh. That happened." She muttered before turning to Mercury. "Mercury, mind sitting right there for just a moment, I need to go play babysitter."

"Oh crap, abort Oscar! Abort!" Jaune called out.

"Think! What would Dad do in this situation?" Oscar began to think to himself in a panic.

A flashback of Sun wearing a backpack showed up.

"Bye, son!" Sun said in the flashback in a big dopey smile.

"Damn it Sun." Blake facepalmed.

"Wow, my other self has some issues." Oscar realizes.

(back to present)

"I'm beginning to think I have issues…" Oscar thought to himself when he got punched by Cinder and hit the ground. He tries to get up, but gets crushed by Cinder's foot.

Cinder turns to grin at the Silver haired man. "So, Mercury. Does this get you angry?"

"It's getting ME angry!" Nora shouts at the screen. Her team, RWBY, Qrow, Ozpin and Winter show the same hostility towards the Cinder in the screen.

Mercury shrugs. "Not really. Kind of a smartass."

Cinder frowns "Well then, why am I even bothering?"

"Because you get off on it?" Mercury said hetaintly.

Cinder grins viciously. "Oh, unbelievably... Huh?" Cinder moves to dodges a disc but her tail gets cut off. She turns to glare at culprit.

"Alright, who has the balls?!" She screams out.

Camera zooms on to Neptune, who is the one responsible for cutting off Cinder's tail. Neptune then turns around and starts repeatedly spanking his butt.

"Kiss my ass, bitch! I'm immortal!"

Cinder growls angrily and flies after Neptune.

"Whoa! Neptune's back up already? I thought he was out for the count!" Yang confused. Happy that he lived but still confused as to how he was back in good shape.

Neptune imitates Curly's whooping sounds while flying away and screams: "Suuuck myy diiii…"

The shifts to Mercury thinking to himself. "How the hell did he get up? Oh, my God, I swear if he used that wish of immortality on himself, I am going to murd... " He stops himself and opens his mouth in shock. And speaks out loud after a short pause. "That... bastard."

"Hahaha-ha-ha! You can't kill an immortal!" Emerald laughed.

"Why are you laughing? Weren't you cheering for Cinder?" Mercury implies.

"I am but I'm also cheering against you." Emerald explains.

"You're despicable, you know that right?" Mercury deadpanned.

The scene shifts to Trifa healing Oscar "Come on... You can't leave me alone here; you're the only one I can talk to!" She mutters to herself.

Oscar eyes open, regaining consciousness."I... you... healed me."

"You are the only one I respect."

"Then why did you heal Neptune?"

"The better question is: why did I tell him he was immortal?"

"Ok where is this girl in real life, I'm starting to like her style." Emerald comments.

"I'm starting to not like this Bow Girl." Weiss concludes.

"Yeah that was kinda mean." Ruby adds.

"But it did give him a helluva confidence boost." Yang points out.

The audience reluctantly agrees with Yang.

Neptune flies back to the battlefield with a huge grin. "Holy crap! Thank God I'm immortal!"

"Actually, I healed you, you idiot!" Trifa said off-screen.

"Wait, so I could have died back there?" Neptune realized with his eyes widing.

"After all that you're just going to tear him down like that!" Weiss shouted.

"Yeah, and unlike the runt and I, you don't get a power boost from it." Mercury replied.

"Hax! I call hax!" Neptune whined.

The audience agreed with Screen Neptune.

"How did you escape?" Oscar asked.

"Oh, it was awesome!" See, She was gaining on me there for a minute, but then I managed to lose her in some crevices, but she kept cutting me off at every pass."

"She didn't just blow it up?" Mercury pointed out?"

"Thought the same thing, but no! So I thought fast and I used the Solar Flare on her!"

"And then you used your Kienzan to cut her in half?" Oscar asked gleefully

"Um…"

Cinder flies back to the battlefield, angrily and screams at them. "I WILL MOUNT YOUR HEAD WHERE MY TAIL USED TO BE!"

"To answer your question, Oscar. No, I did not do that." Neptune muttered.

"Damn seriously? He could have finished her off so easily, it was literally in his grasp." Coco shakes her head.

"Douse this bitch!" Mercury yelled.

Mercury, Oscar, and Neptune fire a barrage of energy blasts at Cinder, covering her in smoke.

"Did we get her?" Neptune asked

"Neptune, we can feel her energy. Why do you bother asking?" Oscar asked back annoyed.

"I'm an optimist."

"You're an idiot." Mercury said, glaring at him.

"You're both wrong. You're dead." Cinder said as the smoke cleared and is shown to be unfazed by the blasts.

"You know what? I'm sick of this." Oscar said, his face hardening. "If I'm gonna die, then I'm gonna go out the same way Jaune would!" He moves in to attack Cinder head-on.

"Oscar, no!" Neptune goes to fly after Oscar.

"No! What are you doing?! Don't go out like my other self!" Jaune shouted clutching his head.

RWBY, ALPN, and Ozpin were clouded in worry.

" No, goddamn it!" Mercury also flies after Oscar when a new figure surrounded by light appears in front of the trio. The light clears, and the figure is revealed to be Jaune.

"M... Mr. Jaune!" Oscar cried out.

"Yes! Fearless Leader is here for the rescue!" Nora cheered.

The Jaune in the audience let out a sigh of relief.

"Well, well, well! I'm legitimately surprised I missed one of you." Cinder smiles a bit. "But that's just fine because I've been working on some jokes. Now tell me if you've heard this one: How many Namekians does it take to-" She gets sent flying by a punch from Jaune.

"Just one." Jaune said stoically.

"GO JAUNE GO!" Ruby screamed.

Most of the audience looked towards her from her outburst, including Jaune who was staring wide eyed at her.

"Er, you know. Smash Tyrant Cinder's no good face." She attempts to save face, throwing out air punches to diffuse the situation.

"...Yeah!" Nora shouted.

#TFS abridged #dbz abridged #team rwby #team alpn #team cem #rwby ruby rose #rwby jaune arc #oscar pine #neptune vasilias #rwby mercury black #yang xiao long #trifa #cinder fall #salem #headmaster ozpin #rwby #rwby fanfiction #look into the multiverse

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anonthenullifier · 3 years

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Alright, my headcanon/prompt that's been living in my mind rent free is the idea that Vision doesn't buy Wanda flowers, he buys her vases with sprouts on them, new life ready to grow. When he first heard of people gifting each other flowers he didn't fully understand why you would kill something, and make your loved one watch it slowly wilt away, when you could get them something they'd help survive. After watching so many loved ones die, I just think Wanda would be really touched to help something live and grow (just like her love for him blossoming)

I love this head canon so much. So damn much! I’ve written a story before (It’s About Thyme) that has them planting a garden and nurturing it as a way to mirror their relationship so to say I like to think about them with plants is an understatement. And then your gorgeous head canon looks at it in a way I never thought about and it’s perfect. Thank you for sharing it!

Here’s a little fic that came to mind as I was reading your ask. I hope you like it!

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To say Vision is perplexed would be an understatement. Which is itself surprising because he has come to a tentative theory that to be human is to be irrational, and yet this, this crosses a line of reasoning he cannot begin to fathom. Typically he would have Wanda here to volley his concerns towards and to then explain in however many examples and phrasings that it takes for him to understand. Except he is here covertly, under the expert opinion of Sam, to procure a token of affection for all that Wanda provides him. Which brings him to a standstill of indecision waltzing along with a niggling horror at all the implications.

Luckily for him, he hopes, there is a sales associate close by. “Pardon me?” The man turns towards him, brown apron emblazoned with stitched on daisies and a name tag that reads Samuel, a fitting name since the other Samuel in Vision’s life suggested this course of questionable action. “I was advised that purchasing and gifting flowers is a socially appropriate way to convey affection.”

Samuel’s eyes squint for half a second, a common reaction whenever Vision goes out in public. “Uh, yeah. What does your special um,” this scanning over of Vision’s body is also common, uncomfortable, but he does his best to act unperturbed otherwise it might stoke potential fear into ire from his observer, “individual like? We’ve got roses, carnations, lilies, daisies, asters. Anything float your boat?”

If this decision were a boat it would be taking on waves at the moment. “But all of these have been removed from their roots.”

“Yeah, kinda the whole point of making a bouquet.”

The sass is not appreciated but Vision believes in remaining polite because the attitude of the man could be compounded with mistreatment from other customers or negative life events and not solely due to Vision’s inquiry. “Does that not mean they will wilt and die?”

Samuel does not share the distaste for this thought, a simple shrug and a rather unhelpful piece of advice given, “They all come with flower food, helps them stay fresh a bit longer.”

“I see.” Vision determines this issue may be best cogitated alone, so he sends a polite, tight lipped smile towards the man, “Thank you, Samuel.”

“Yep.”

The man leaves and Vision continues his stare down with the beautifully variegated display case in front of him. The differing colors and petal shapes form a kaleidoscope of awe, one that feels romantic and wispy and desirable. Except they will all wilt, the petals will curl up and fall to the ground, and within a week it will be in the trash. His love is not so brief, so fragile and he is perplexed as to why he would present Wanda with a token that cannot survive. Would it not imply his love will fade? That he will, even if fed her own love and passion and attention, eventually fall away from her? Even if she were to dry them out, like he has seen Laura do at the Barton farmhouse, it would require her to keep them someplace safe and to never touch them, the lifeless remnants too delicate and brittle for anything other than distant observation—a poor metaphor for his intended message.

Wanda has endured so much already, the memories as vivid as the Tiger Lily in front of him, days of listlessness and tears, evenings brimming over with invasive memories of all the deaths and all the pain, the only salves he could offer were strong arms and gentle reassurances. Why would he gift her something that will also die? Provide a further suggestion that her life must always be dictated by loss? Why would anyone, rational or not, believe temporal brevity a better show of love than something lasting?

Vision turns away from the bouquets, prepared to leave the store and find somewhere quiet to reassess his gift. It is this defeated swivel that brings a small display into his view, one tucked away as if it was an afterthought. On it are simple clay pots of various sizes, bags of potting soil heaped on the ground next to it, and a little table top rotating kiosk of seed packets awaiting to be planted and nurtured into a long and beautiful life. Vision’s lips curl up at the new idea in his head.

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There is a subtle chime to her left, in the general vicinity of her door. It is the closest he ever gets to a knock. Wanda puts her book down and waits for the unmistakable gleam of vibranium and the glow of Vision’s phasing to come through the wall located mere inches from her fully functioning door. “Hey Vizh.”

He pauses, irises twisting rapidly to the left and lips puckered as if he’s been caught doing something wrong. Which would be not using her door and yet he still persists and still always makes this face, and it’s a welcome joy in her day. “Good afternoon, Wanda.” Unlike usual, his hands remain behind his back, pulling the threads of his synthetic sweater into a tension similar to his body. “I, um, brought you something.”

Hoping to ease his nerves, she shuffles to the side a bit and then pats the mattress, inviting him to come over and haltingly lower himself to the bed, body remaining twisted to hide whatever it is. “What is it?”

Slowly he brings his arms into view and in his right hand is a clay pot with a little seed packet inside, all wrapped up in a red bow, and in his left is clenched a small bag of soil. Wanda shares her gratitude with a smile, scarlet twining around the gifts and bringing them to her hands to inspect them closer. “I had been informed by a trusted associate that flowers are considered the socially acceptable gift for conveying affection.”

Gently, soothingly she offers a minor correction, knowing he doesn't like to be embarrassed by misinterpreting social advice. “Usually they mean a bouquet.”

A grave nod accompanies his, “I am aware.” Vision lifts his hand, waving it around to help usher out the full story, “But it seemed incongruous to provide you a fleeting gift for a sentiment that is not so,” he hesitates, maybe because he realizes the implication himself or because he can see it in the growing smile on her face, either way he’s committed to the admission of how long he sees this new relationship going and she’s hoping he won’t back down now. And he doesn’t, even if he stammers through it. “brief. I would rather my affections be shown in an appropriately long lasting form.”

Experiencing the fascinating way his mind works is always a pleasure and, due to listening to him and learning the way he thinks and feels, she understands it perfectly, feels a deep, warming thankfulness at this chance to play a hand in allowing something to live and grow, a chance she’s been denied so much before. Wanda ropes him closer with her powers and firmly plants a kiss to his nervous smile. “Thank you.” She unwraps the bow and studies the picture of a happy sunflower, a little confused. “I didn’t think these were indoor plants.”

“Oh well,” now that an explanation that is not tied to emotions is needed, he loosens up, “they are meant to be started and nurtured indoors and then, once large enough, can be moved outside or to a greenhouse.”

“Do we have a greenhouse here?”

Vision considers this, lips parted as his thoughts tick away. “Well no, but it could be enjoyable to convert one of the older equipment sheds into such a structure so we could have a year round garden.”

This simple gift blossoms into something bigger, something rooted in a hope for a future together. “I think it would be fun.”

“Yes,” Vision slips back into a slight, carefully paced cadence, “I selected this particular flower because it is often symbolic of adoration, loyalty and um,” he acts as if his actions have not already made it clear, as if his words should be a surprise, one he isn’t certain she’ll like, “longevity.”

Wanda offers a sunny smile, hoping to sear away any question as to her appreciation and reciprocal feelings, “I love it.” An equally exuberant curve forms on his lips. “Want to help me plant it?”

His instantaneous and joyful, “Of course,” is all it takes to settle them into a path towards a life and love they’ll nurture together.

#scarlet vision #wandavision #Wanda maximoff #vision #mine #ask anon #I was supposed to be writing something else today

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pixelgrotto · 3 years

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Night City, I barely remember ya

I beat Cyberpunk 2077 last month, and honestly, I haven’t thought about Cyberpunk 2077 that much since.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. CD Projekt Red’s follow-up to The Witcher 3 was meant to be the sort of game that would stick in your mind after completion. It was promoted over eight years of hype stemming from its initial 2013 reveal as a example of CD Projekt’s infamous “vodka and Slavic magic” - a behemoth destined to change open world RPGs forever. But in the roughly 12 weeks since its release, the stuff that’s happened to Cyberpunk 2077, including its delisting from the Playstation store for being chock full of bugs and the theft of its source code by hackers, has been more cyberpunk than the actual game.

I was one of those people super hyped for this game when it was first announced. I mean, the Witcher franchise left an indelible impression on me; how could I not be psyched to see its devs tackle one of my favorite sci-fi genres? But my hype deflated over the years, largely due to tales of terrible crunch emerging from CD Projekt’s studios and social media marketing that was ill-advised at best and transphobic at worst. Everything seemed to slowly hint that the game’s vision of “cyberpunk” - a genre that can tell incredible futuristic tales of social upheaval and marginalized peoples - would be mostly style with not so much substance.

Despite me keeping my fingers crossed, the end product is pretty much what I feared - and I guess I should’ve known, since the official sourcebook for Cyberpunk 2020, the tabletop RPG that CD Projekt Red used as inspiration, actually lists “style over substance” as one of its rules.

Cyberpunk 2077’s main story revolves around a merc who dreams of big time heists in Night City named V. After a heist goes south, V ends up absorbing a biochip made by big bad corporation Arasaka that features the captured personality of rockstar-turned-terrorist Johnny Silverhand, played by Keanu Reeves - who, to be fair, does a good job with the material he’s given. Cue a bunch of quests that revolve around V and Johnny coming to terms with each other, taking down Arasaka and figuring out how to separate the chip from V’s brain.

In theory, this sounds like a cool way to explore the very cyberpunk themes of identity and what it means to have a corrupt company preserve a human soul beyond its organic shell. In reality, though, the story’s a surface level examination of these concepts, and Johnny Silverhand remains a massive dick throughout most of the game, only becoming relatable if players give him the benefit of the doubt - which they’re expected to do because he’s played by Keanu Reeves.

Johnny’s animosity towards Arasaka is also never completely outlined. He - and most other characters in Night City - keep telling V that corporations are awful because they disregard human rights and destroy the environment, but we never get many chances to see for ourselves how Arasaka and similar companies, like Militech or Kang Tao, actually do this. Arasaka does kidnap Johnny’s ex-girlfriend and is behind the tech that transfers his soul to a biochip, yes, but Johnny also threatens to destroy them at all of his shows and eventually sets off a bomb in their headquarters. Not that I’m siding with the corporation, but for much of the game we’re expected to treat them as the number one enemy simply because other characters say so, which is very much a “show, don’t tell” missed opportunity. If anything, Arasaka’s portrayal feels more like a vestige of the cyberpunk genre’s unfortunate maturation during the 1980s, where the fear of Japanese conglomerates taking over the world was common and a future where Asian companies were all-powerful instead of Western ones seemed like a dystopia.

Cyberpunk 2077 is very much caught in that yesteryear mold, featuring elements that might have been progressive in the 1980s but seem passé now. For a game that relied on questionable representation of trans people in its marketing, there were no notable trans NPCs that I came across, and even though there’s a robust character creation system where you actually can make a trans person, the game makes the troubling decision to only offer binary pronouns tied to V’s voice. Despite the fact that many of the best modern cyperbunk works deal with body augmentation and the line between man and machine, most of the physical modifications you can pay for at Night City’s “ripperdoc” facilities are niche features that only offer minimal stat boosts, with only two major ones that I know of - the mantis blades and gorilla arms - actually causing extensive changes to V’s looks. And finally, while there are tons of characters of color in the game, ranging from the Haitian Voodoo Boys gang to V’s “friendly ethnic friend™” Jackie Welles, most of them are varying degrees of stereotypical. For instance, Goro Takemura, an ex-Arasaka employee, sends you text messages reminiscent of haiku at one point because he’s Japanese and has to talk like a formal, honorable samurai or something.

If you’re able to look past these issues - along with the myriad of bugs that Cyberpunk 2077 shipped with - there’s still the niggling feeling that this game could have been so much more. The signs of a troubled development process are numerous, and there are Reddit threads packed with still-visible remnants - like useless combat skill perks and an entire metro system - that were part of gameplay elements gutted at some point in order for those overworked CD Projekt Red programmers to make a long-delayed release date. Even mainstay stuff in the open world genre - like the police chases common in the Grand Theft Autos - are absent, and Cyberpunk 2077’s 2018 demo, chock full of promised features that never made it into the final product, has to be one of the most notorious bits of smoke ‘n mirrors “gameplay” in recent memory.

Perhaps most bothersome is the feeling that a lot of your choices don’t seem to matter all that much in Cyberpunk 2077, which once touted itself as “a full-fledged RPG, not a shooter with RPG elements,” but ends up feeling more like the latter than the former. The game’s three different lifepaths - nomad, streetkid and corpo - only amount to about thirty minutes of unique playtime at the start and a few different dialogue options. The vehicle combat sequences that punctuate key missions are largely scripted, looking cool but offering little consequences depending on what V aims at. The side quests I encountered had minimal branching paths, and the only time the main story opened up to offer some real choice was in the game’s final chapter. Considering that CD Projekt once developed The Witcher 2 - a 2011 game that branches dramatically at its halfway mark to the point where a lot of folks insist that you need to play it twice in order to feel satisfied - Cyberpunk 2077 feels like a step back.

And yet, despite all of these criticisms, I still put nearly 80 hours into the game over the course of December, January and February. You don’t do that for something that’s patently unfun, so let me be clear - there is an entertaining experience buried beneath an avalanche of unfulfilled potential here. Driving on my Akira-esque bike through Night City’s slums as the game’s best song bumped on the radio, taking out legions of baddies with my mantis blades and relishing in the game’s extensive photo mode (as you can probably tell by my screenshots above) was a good time. In spite of his assholery, I did feel something akin to attachment for that bastard Johnny Silverhand by the finale, and there were a few key moments - like when I was scuba diving in the ocean with my girlfriend Judy, looking at the remains of a town destroyed by the land seizing machinations of corporations - that felt like this game had something to say beyond “bang bang gunplay and neon aesthetic.”

But at the end of the day, while I do feel moderately interested in someday checking out Cyberpunk Red (the newest iteration of this franchise’s tabletop RPG), CD Projekt’s seven-year-hyped-up behemoth has largely faded from my brain one month after beating it. On Twitter, I’ve seen Cyberpunk 2077 described as something akin to a flashy Netflix series with lots of fanfare and flair but not much else - and I can’t really argue with that statement.

Night City was supposed to be the stuff of a long-term relationship. Instead, it feels more like a fling.

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fatefulfaerie · 4 years

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Vulnerable

So apparently gelato is the ship that just kind of sneaks up on me every once in a while and I think that’s very in-character for the crime-incurring duo.

Damn, do I miss writing for RWBY though. I wish my fragile self-esteem could take making more fan content for this show, but alas here we are.

The crumbling moon was high on the crisp Vale night, the seemingly never-perfect circle dwindling into remnants of dust as small as the stars themselves.

It had been eons since people had wondered at the asymmetrically of the moon, if they ever did. It’s broken state was, after all, normal. Any memory of looking upon a full moon would surely belong to people who had outlived their lifetime, or had succumbed to lunacy. But such speculation, such an instance of overwhelming magic, such hoarded power echoed no whispers in the darkest corners of Remnant. Magic had no place in this shattered world, left for ruin by the gods that created it. Those gods who knew of mankind and their penchant for war and for conflict, their need to be superior. Thus, at the opposite spectrum of lofty kingdoms, elite academies, and greedy companies lay the people they liked to step on, like the faunus, like the poor, like the outcasts.

Those at the bottom of the barrel surely knew what it was to be cast out and rejected by society, tossed into fending for themselves and learning the very worst of humanity. For Roman Torchwick and Neo Politan--a boy left to be eaten by Grimm and a girl abandoned by her parents for being born mute--it was about survival, knowing that if you don’t bend to society’s rules, society must bend to accommodate you, even if forcefully.

Neo was well grown-up now, having surpassed Remnant’s agreed upon age of adulthood by two years, which would make her twenty. Normally, it was the age where huntsmen-in training would be entering their last year of their academy, but Neo had been training herself since she was eleven, mostly trials by fire and not the pandering and safety of the academies.

Neo walked with confidence into the open dust shop, the bell on the door ringing with a chime. She nodded to the cashier before passing by another customer on her way to the right wall, where official Schnee company dust cases sat, all either white or blue or grey, with tags connected to them with lien numbers that were way overpriced. She feigned browsing nonetheless, peering particularly at a silver case that reflected its surroundings like a mirror.

Her reflection was not her own, brown eyes that matched each other, brown hair that was tied into a low ponytail with an orange tie. She wore a brown jumpsuit with a collared neck and folded sleeves, the spitting image of the huntress-in-training she saw yesterday. Neo supposed that if they got caught, perhaps she wouldn’t be in training anymore.

The small bell on the door rang, Neo taking the queue, and taking her finger off the reflective surface. Nonchalantly, she kept up her feigned browsing as she sauntered along the wall.

“Hello,” the male cashier said. “Can I help you?”

“Yes, actually,” Neo heard Roman say. “You know this whole dust thing? I’ve never heard anyone actually explain how it works.”

Neo couldn’t help but smile at the cadence of his voice, slightly shaking her head.

“I can definitely help you with that,” the cashier said, stepping from behind the counter and walking to the tubes of refined dust. “You see it all starts with…”

His words faded out of earshot as he did, Neo quickly walking behind the counter, and pulling out a small drawer filled to the brim with lien.

She kept an ear waiting especially for Roman’s voice as she packed her purse with as much as she could fit.

“So it activates pretty quickly once it’s used,” she heard him say.

It was obvious Roman knew he couldn’t keep the cashier occupied for long, Neo looking up with a glance of panicked brown eyes before closing the drawer and quickly running out of the store.

“Here, we sell them about ten percent cheaper than other shops in the area,” the cashier said as they walked back to the counter in the center of the shop. “And we don’t ask for huntsmen licenses either. I can ring you up if you’d like.”

“Maybe another time,” Roman said as he turned to leave. “Thanks anyway.”

“Wait a second,” the cashier said. “Haven’t I seen you somewhere?”

Roman pursed his lips and shook his head slowly.

“I don’t think so.”

He inwardly panicked. Roman knew those wanted signs going up meant trouble. Their old tactics would have to be revised if they were to keep at it and stay in front of bars.

The cashier shrugged.

“I must be thinking of someone else,” he said. “Have a nice day!”

Roman left with a wave, walking down the moonlit street with a summoned casualty before turning into a dark alley.

Neo was there, counting the lien, still in her disguise as the brown-clad Beacon student. Roman breathed a sigh of relief.

“I’m glad that worked out,” He said as he leaned against the opposite wall, his arms crossed, “but if we don’t start getting smarter, we’re going to get caught. You already have to use your semblance to even go in public and with the wanted posters of me starting to be plastered more and more places across Vale...it won’t be long until we find ourselves in the Vale Police Department.”

Neo hadn’t even acknowledged that Roman was there.

“Neo?” He asked. “Are you listening to me? This is serious.”

She stopped counting to shake a fisted hand up and down, signing ‘yes’ before putting the lien back in her purse. She signed a one, then a zero, then another one, and then a two without meeting Roman’s glance. The avoidance of eye contact looked as purposeful as it had for the past twenty four hours.

“Is this still about the other night? I knew you were upset.”

‘Not upset’ Neo signed, ‘Why would I be? We got the dust.’

“Yes, you are,” Roman argued. “You haven’t looked me in the eyes since. I must have done something.”

‘Drop it, Roman,’ she signed as she stood up, her eyes finally meeting his. She was definitely angry, her brow furrowed and her eyes alight with a rising fury. ‘It doesn’t matter.’

“It matters to me,” he said as Neo collected her things and started along the alley to walk home.

She turned around while still walking and signed, ‘Forget it, I’m fine,’ before turning back around.

Roman caught up with her, running so that he could face her. He held her arms close to her body to stop her, but she only seemed to get angrier. Neo forcefully pushed him away.

‘I can’t sign if you do that,’ she signed.

“Is it because I was flirting with that cashier girl last night?” Roman asked. “You know I was just flirting with the clerk so we could get out of there with the dust, just like tonight. It’s just an act.”

‘I know,’ she signed as she started to walk away, but Roman stepped in front of her, stopping her.

“We aren’t leaving this alley until you tell me what’s wrong,” he insisted. Neo peering over his shoulder to the busy street behind him.

‘Roman,’ she signed, her expression serious. ‘I told you to forget it. I don’t know how to sign any clearer. I don’t want to get into it right now. Can we just go home?’

Roman narrowed his eyes.

He knew her better than to let this go. Neo Politan was someone who didn’t like being vulnerable, who didn’t like being seen as someone who was easily picked on, and didn’t like showing the more fragile emotions on the outside.

Roman leaned down and with both hands framing her face, pressed his lips into their very first kiss.

Neo didn’t pull away, only closing her eyes as descending pink triangles washed away her disguise and revealed her trichromatic color scheme of brown, white, and pink. She felt his lips shift and her heart continued to soar.

“Roman Torchwick and Neo Politan,” they heard as a bright light flashed upon them. “You are under arrest for--”

But they had already started running down the dark alley with held hands.

“Hey!” The policeman yelled as they gave chase. “Get back here!”

They ran with blushed cheeks to the other side of the alley, but they were surrounded. Neo regretted her vulnerability as they looked from one side of the alley to another, eyeing a particular policeman whose feet displaced shattered glass.

“Neo!” Roman exclaimed as he tugged on her, but she didn’t budge. “We have to get out of here! We’re outnumbered! We can’t take them all on!”

She closed her eyes and instead of thinking about hiding behind someone else’s image, about being strong and concealing the raw danger in her own emotions to help the disguise, she thought of vulnerability, her love, her loyalty, how fragile that makes her until with a smirk, she tugged Roman away.

On both sides of the alley, policemen converged on the pair, but as soon as they laid a finger on the two, they shattered into glass shards.

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watchtower-feed · 4 years

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Losing My Mind

SSA Main ✧ Luthor ✧ 1 ✧ 2 ✧ 3 ✧

When you live in a world full of superheroes, there are worst things than meta human villains, invading aliens, and psychotic clowns. One of them is having a soulmate.

Some say it's better because your other half is easier to find, but they're not the one who has a hero or a villain for a soulmate. You do.

As far back as you can remember, there has always been this boy. So full of wonder and adventure. You followed him everywhere he went. Into tunnels of tangled tree roots. Through curtains of thick green vines. Under the shade of the tallest tree on their farm.

You live next door but you were always on their farm with him. It was a big property with fields of corn where you always played hide and seek. It was your favorite game but he always found you so quickly. Like he knew exactly which patch of soil you were lying on.

“It’s my property. Of course, I’ll find anyone hiding on it,” he boasted.

“There’s no way you can just tell, Lex. You must have superpowers or something!”

The boy scoffed. He stuck out his chest and his hands on his waist, “I don’t need powers to find you. You’re just bad at hiding.” He laughed as you chased him out of the cornfields.

When you moved to the city, Lex was sitting beside you in your parents’ car. He was sniffling with an angry expression on his face, glaring out the window at the night sky fading away. His hands were clenched into fists by his side and you reached out and held one in your hands.

He turned to you and you can see snot dripping down his nose. He used his free arm to wipe it with his sleeve. He looked down at the floor of the car and spoke only loud enough for you to hear, “I killed my parents. I started the fire.”

Your eyes widened and your mouth hung open. He looked at you with his brows slanted upward and eyes narrowed, “They kept telling me that I’m crazy. That you’re not real. And I just wanted them to stop. Stop the hitting and the screaming.” He touched your cheek, “But you are real. You’re here right now.”

You don’t know what to say. Too young to understand. Too naive to believe that there was violence in the boy who lit up your days brighter than the sun. You nodded and touched your forehead with his. “I’m here,” you say.

Then the boy turned into a teenager and he stayed the same. Bright, amazing, full of ideas and ambition. You spent so much time together that you believed you were basically attached at the hip. You were usually in the library studying, reading, and listening to him ramble on about the different theories that kept coming to him.

You had fewer adventures. In fact, you always took the time to remind Lex to greet the sun every now and then instead of locking yourselves up in your rooms. But Lex had his comics of superheroes, superheroes that were real and flew over your heads when you’re walking down the sidewalk together. That was where he found his new sense of adventure.

His bedroom floor was always littered with open pages of comic magazines. You sat on his bed and watched, amused, as he walked around the room, stepping over each magazine, moving his arms around in the air, trying to animate the powers of each hero he read about. Whenever he started imitating sounds like ‘bang’ and ‘boom’ with his whole body you would always laugh, which made him more excited as he kept going.

He always got too loud. His foster father would barge up the stairs, forcing you to hide under the bed as you hear him storm through the hallway. You would listen to him yell at Lex to keep it down and then slam the door shut behind him.

Lex would always slump on the floor, crinkling the magazines as he sat with his knees pressed against his chest. You’d slowly crawl out from under the bed and sat beside him. He never looked at you after that because his eyes would always have this angry look, the same one he had in the car years ago.

You’d pull on his cheek until he looked at you. Then you’d pout at him. It doesn’t wipe away the sinister look on his face so he always hid in the crook of your neck. You always let him stay like that for a while, until he calms down a little, with one of your hands soothing his back.

But not for too long because then he would start trailing kisses along your collarbone that made you feel hot and flushed. Your eyes always half-closed as he continued to kiss up the side of your neck to your ears and nibble them. You would start breathing through your mouth and you can feel his warm breath graze the red tips of your ears.

Then he would pull back a few inches from your face to stare at you with the same narrowed eyes and eyebrows slanted upward. He would wait for you to bite your lips, your tell that yes you want this, before he’d take your lips in full and lay you gently on his bed.

You would always wake up afterward in your room, always wondering when Lex had snuck you back in.

You always told your parents about him, telling them how smart he is and hardworking and innovative and brilliant. Your parents would tease you and smile at how happy you are.

Then one day, your mother finally asked, “When are you going to let us meet this boy?”

“Mom,” you chided, “you’ve met him thousands of times. We grew up together in the country-side.”

Your parents stopped eating and looked at each other. You watched them and waited until they turned back to you. “Honey,” your mother said gently, “we’ve never lived in the country-side. We’ve always lived here.”

“What?” you laughed, “Come on, mom. We did.” You continued eating and talked with food in your mouth. “I was always on Lex’s farm, running around in the fields and exploring the forest behind their property. They even have this huge tree at the back of their house. Don’t you remember?”

They put down their forks and knives and your father looked at you seriously, “Y/N, you’ve never been to any farm.”

You stared at your parents. “I was,” was suddenly all you could muster.

Your mother shook her head, “Sweetie. When you were younger, you always locked yourself in your room for hours at a time, every day. Maybe this boy is actually... an imaginary friend you made up years ago.”

You suddenly found your appetite lost and can’t stand to be in the same room as your parents or to be in this house. You got up and ran out as they yelled for you to come back. Your feet padded along the concrete pavement as you tried to recall the directions to Lex’s house.

He’s real. He was your neighbor in the country and you moved here to Star City at the same time. It should be around this corner. His dark red house with green picket fences should be---

There was nothing there but a convenient store. You walked back and forth in front of it, pulling your hair back away from your face. “He lives here. I know he does. I’m always here!”

“Y/N?” Lex called out to you.

You quickly ran to him and hugged him around the waist, immediately making him feel uncomfortable. “Y/N, we’re in public. What are you--” He felt the shaking of your shoulders and you rubbed your face against his clothes. “What’s wrong?” he said gently while rubbing your head.

“You’re real. You’re here,” you mumbled through his clothes.

He scoffed, “Of course I am.” He smiled down at you with half-closed eyes, a dreamy look he only showed to you. “Where else would I be?”

“My parents,” you mumbled, “they were probably pranking me. Telling me we didn’t live in the country and that I just made you up in my head.”

Lex laughed and held your face in his hands, forcing you to look at him. “Could your imagination really come up with someone as great as me?”

You laughed as last drops of tears fell down your face. Lex rubbed them away with his thumbs.

You blushed and finally remembered that you’re in public. You looked around, hoping no one was watching you. You looked back at the convenience store and found it gone. Standing in its place is a dark red house. Luthor’s house.

It all suddenly came crashing down on you like hale on a sunny day. “Lex.”

“Hmm?” he kept rubbing your cheek, cleaning away the remnants of your tears.

“Where… where do you live?”

He looked at you with a raised eyebrow, “Are you sure you’re okay, YN?” You stared at him until he answered. “We’re standing in front of my house right now.”

You gripped the ends of his shirt, “What city?”

He was surprised by how frantic you sounded. He looked at you more seriously and answered, “Metropolis.”

It took several more days before you had the courage to tell him about your link. You had to do your own research before you turned his world upside down just like yours had been. But no amount of preparedness could save you.

When you told him, he lashed out. He thrashed everything in his room until his foster parents came in. He yelled at them to tell you that you’re wrong, that you’re there in his room. Their eyes took one sweep of the room, “It’s just you in here, boy. So don’t think you can blame all this shit on someone else.”

Lex stopped wanting to be in your life after what happened. He felt betrayed that you weren’t physically beside him all those times, and worst, your link made him feel crazy. Made him doubt what was real. It made him kill his parents. Alienated himself from everyone. It also made him paranoid about what people think of him, talking about a girl who doesn’t exist. Falling in love with you who’s not even in his world.

You tried to talk to him, telling him you’re only a few states away, that you can move closer to each other for college. But that was all in vain because the damage had been done. He could never stop looking at you like a parasite that’s sucking on his brain.

Your perception was so skewed by your rosy happiness with him that you never really paid attention to his developing arrogance. His bright personality was swallowed by his need to control the circumstances around him. And you, your existence in his memories is the worst thing he can’t control.

A decade past and the boy you once knew, the teenager you made love with, is now a man. Too smart for the world that has been too cruel on him. Even when he turned his back on you, you still see him. Sometimes when you’re drinking coffee, he’s there walking down the street. You always tuck your hands in your pockets and look away.

It’s worse when you’re alone in your bedroom and you think of him out of the blue. Suddenly, you’re sitting in a corner of his office and he’s glaring at you from his work desk. You don’t know how to stop the link, neither of you does. So you try to make yourself small or Lex will walk out and slam the door behind him.

Finally, instead of fighting it, you continued to watch from the sidelines as this man, your soulmate, rose up into a powerful man that has half of the world’s criminals in his pocket. You would disguise yourself as a waiter in a restaurant where he meets his clients. You would pretend to be a driver when he’s collaborating with syndicates. You’d don on a lab coat when Lex spends days and weeks at Cadmus. You’re getting better at hiding yourself as you spring up in his memories.

Or so you thought.

Then today, Lex appears in your room. He’s sitting at your desk as soon as you walk in. You jump up with a yelp.

He stares at you with the same angry expression of the child in the car years ago. “You think you’re clever, don’t you?”

You drop your things on the floor and cross your arms. Ten years has been a long time. After everything you’ve seen him done, Lex isn’t the only one who’s changed. “I know what you’re up to, Lex.”

He grits his teeth, “No one calls me that anymore. No one alive.”

“I do,” you clench your fist. You know he can’t hurt you here. “And I’m still breathing.”

He studies you, watching your fists and your narrowed eyes, before he grins, “Not for long.”

“Wanna bet on that?”

Lex pauses and laughs, it resonates the times he would talk about superheroes in his room. “My. Have you grown.”

“I’ve changed. And so have you.”

“For the better.”

“I beg to differ.”

“You always did,” he stands up and walks around your room, examining the printed pictures on your wall. “I only came here as a courtesy to what we had. Our childhood. And our… teenage selves.”

You suddenly blush but you try to hold your own, forcing your breathing to be even. “So you agree that they’re real.”

He stops in front of a picture of you and your roommate. He pretends to examine it before he speaks again.

“I want you out of my head, Y/N.” He turns to you, “Now.”

You scoff, “Do you think I love seeing you hurt people? We can’t control it, Lex. The links are a sealed deal.”

He smiles, a knowing smirk, his tell when he’s got an idea playing through his head. “You said you know of my plans.”

You narrow your eyes, “Everything you’ve done is only temporary. I’m your last piece and I’m going to make sure you never find me.”

Lex shakes his head lightly. He walks up to you and you tense. He holds his hands up by his side for you to see. Then slowly he leans in and leaves a peck on your cheek. He moves his mouth close to your ears and whispers, “Remember, Y/N. I don’t need powers to find you.”

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jackdawyt · 4 years

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Following on from Tevinter Night's release, I've taken up the bold task of dissecting EVERYTHING noteworthy that relates to Solas throughout all of the fifteen stories in this spectacular novel, and believe me when I say, we have so much to talk about!

(SOURCES LINKED IN THE VIDEO, OTHERWISE, THIS WOULD BE TOO LONG).

We'll start by exploring what we found out about Solas's Agents & Allies!

Since Trespasser, we've known that Solas has a network of agents working for him behind the curtains. However, in 'The Dread Wolf Take You', we discover the length of Solas’s spies has greatly increased. Many of the Dalish Elves truly believe in Solas's cause and have joined his fight and even the Ancient Elves have been acquired for his schemes.

The Ancient Elves decorate themselves in fine sentinel armour, appear bare-faced with no vallaslin, some of them have Dalish accents like Abelas, while others sound more Ferelden, like Solas. They are very much ferocious and hostile to anyone who will get in the way of Solas’s plan and they also use verbiage like: “The Dread Wolf guide your soul to peace, brother.”

So, what’s their mission? Well, the Elven God’s expanded network of agents are chasing down every single source until they find the red lyrium idol, the idol is somewhat required for Solas's plan of action to bring down the veil. It’s unknown what will happen once he acquires it.

In ‘Half Up Front’, we witness an Agent of Fen'Harel in the flesh. She is an elf who pretended to be a wealthy human taking control of one of Solas’s schemes. She declared that she “acted freely for The Dread Wolf, to bring back what was once there's, and what must be there's again.”

Her plan was to trick and frame an Altus thief into stealing a (different) powerful and dangerous artefact that was "integral to Fen'Harel's plans."

The agent was seen wearing an unknown symbol that relates to the Dread Wolf, Solas seems to have built a dress code for his spies. Upon inspection, we now have a way to distinguish Solas's spies if they decide to wear this symbol.

Irian, the Elven companion in ‘Half Up Front’ calls Solas’s agents - cultists, exclaiming their genocidal plan, and that they tried to recruit her at one point. Showing that not all elves are sympathetic to Solas’s plan, but many of the Dalish are secretly recruited for his scheme.

This is once more emphasized when the main character, (the Altus Thief) heard rumors that dozens of elves have gone off to heed the call of “some god."

The artefact that Solas's agents were looking for was supposed to be piece of the Black City called "Dumat's Folly."

However, the artefact that was discovered in 'Half Up Front' was revealed to be ingenue, not the real ‘Dumat’s Folly’. The ingenue device still had power, it would allow a mage to draw magic into the object, store it and when full, it became a bomb which was used to destroy the Qunari Ben-Hassrath's new darvaarad.

The agent of Fen’Harel; acting on behalf of Solas, tried to create and manipulate a calamity feud between the Qunari Ben-Hassrath and Tevinter kinsman, if each party had discovered that an Altus thief attacked Qunari lands using this bomb, it would cause immediate chaos for all of Thedas.

Fortunately, that wasn't the case, and when the Agent of Fen'Harel was found out, she had taken a suicide pill and died immediately before further interrogation. The same happened when the Qunari Ben-Hassrath captured another agent of Fen'Harel. Suicide is the only way out when an agent is held captive - the perfect means of keeping Solas's scheme as secret as possible.

On top of Solas’s agents, he has acquired a spirit/demon army under the guises of the Dread Wolf. They serve him, not bound to his will, but because they want to. In fact, Solas has decreed that if anyone binds a spirit to their own will, or uses blood magic, then your life is his. We’ll touch on this hugely in the next topic.

So, not only does Solas have highly strategic agents working in the field for him, but he’s acquired spirts and demons in the Fade, unbound, unlike anything we’ve ever seen before.

I think the juiciest potatoes we have on Solas’s allies is that while Solas is focussed on destroying the veil, his agents are very much creating havoc for the rest of Thedas, trying to start wars by setting up certain groups, taking over any location where the red lyrium idol was rumoured to be, and immediately killing themselves if ever taken captive. Not to mention avidly recruiting throughout the elven groups, and the hordes of spirits and demons that will appease his will.

Solas’s network of agents is expansive, the elves are slippery, manipulative and smart, while the demons are brutal and terrifying. They will make for some worthy adversaries when we come across them in the next game.

Moving forward in our investigations. Since we talked about Solas’s allies, let’s delve into the rivals of Solas that became apparent throughout Tevinter Nights, the factions that may be on our new protagonists' side of the battle, come Dragon Age 4. We’ll start with the Qunari.

Since Tresspasser, The Ben-Hassrath have followed suite to Solas’s plans, and now they know the most about Solas's movements across Thedas, according to Charter. This means they are a huge rival against the Dread Wolf, as they continually disturb and intrude on the plans Solas has.

We have discovered throughout Tevinter Nights that the Qunari are currently divided, the Antaam are invading the south, forcing countries under the Qun’s government, whereas the Ben-Hassrath are fully focused on Solas’s efforts, and stopping him.

Gatt, one of the quote: ‘leaders’ of the Ben-Hassrath shared that the Ben-Hassrath are currently a neutral party in Thedas’ war effort, even as their brethren Antaam invade Tevinter and Antiva.

Whereas The Ben-Hassrath are on the case with tracking down Fen’Harel, the Antaam peruse invading. However, the Antaam still are very much interested in chasing after Solas. In ‘Genitivi Dies In The End’, an Antaam female share their interest in discovering Solas’s true name.

They believe that with Solas “true name” they could exploit his weaknesses and defeat him.

So, the Qunari as an entity are very much hostile towards Solas. And as you’d expect, Solas has made himself aware of the Qunari threat, regarding their current invasion. In ‘The Dread Wolf Take You’ disguised as a Bard, Solas stated that the Antamm will crush and capitalise over everything east of Vryantium, and northern Antiva as well.

Solas is very much aware of the Qunari forces and their hostile intentions. Which makes them a worthy ally for our next protagonist without a doubt. Question is, will they play nice?

We’ll move on to the next rivals of Fen’Harel - The Mortalitasi and Tevinter.

I’ve bundled these two factions together because they’ve both targeted by Solas particularly. As I mentioned before, Solas has decreed that if anyone binds a spirit to their own will, or uses blood magic, then your life is his.

When the Mortalitasi bind spirits in the Grand Necropolis, and Tevinter mages use blood mage, according to the Mortalitasi mage in ‘The Dread Wolf Take You’, this undoes the work that Solas has planned for the Fade, and the ritual that has been set in motion. Therefore, he has made himself clear to both groups that this magic will not be tolerated anymore.

From what we can understand, perhaps both types of this magic are what need more of - to attempt to stop Solas’s ritual in the Fade. Meaning that Tevinter and Neverra are going to be worthwhile allies, so, having either of them on our side could force the victory we seek against Solas.

Whereas Nevarra’s Motalitasi has been outlawed as a whole by the Dread Wolf. All of Tevinter’s lands used to belong to the Elvhen, Solas’s plan will bring a redemption of the elves, restoring which was once there's, henceforth, Tevinter’s territory is theirs for the taking! If anything, the people of Tevinter are the ones who are in the most danger unless they join the fight against the Dread Wolf. So, that’s their incentive to help our next protagonist.

Not to mention, the Tevinter Siccari are the Imperium’s best network of spies. strong and formidable, surely, they too would make for worthy allies in the Imperium.

Moving on, one of the most enigmatic rivals of Solas that was pointed out in Tevinter Nights are ‘The Executors’, although we still don’t know much else about them, we gain an understanding that they mutually seek a demise to Solas and his plan.

What’s most interesting about this shady organisation, is that before the Executor in ‘The Dread Wolf Take You’ could speak and share their knowledge on Solas’s movements, in disguise, Solas silenced the Executor and killed them when the group was arguing. Solas sees them as a threat to his plan, either they know something that can rival him, or equal his power, or some other intriguing factor that Solas finds intimidating. Out of every agent in a major faction of Thedas, Solas only killed the Executor, which is most mysterious.

Ironically, Solas goes on to say that the Executors’ are dangerous. And that Charter should proceed with caution when dealing with them.

So, there’s definitely something more to the Executor’s that Solas truly fears, or sees as a threat. In my opinion, this makes the Executors the most crucial ally to be had in defeating the Dread Wolf. If they even want to ally and work with us - that’s going to be a good question going forward.

Following on from the Executors, let’s shuffle to the last, but certainly not least rival that awaits Solas based on Tevinter Nights, and that is, of course, the Inquisition. (or what’s left of it). Since Trespasser, we know that no matter what the Inquisitor chose in the end - remnants of the Inquisition still remain to pursue and catch any scent of Solas.

This small group of spies has been specifically tailored towards the plot of Dragon Age 4, this explains why in ‘The Dread Wolf Take You’ Charter is taking the charge, seeing to all matters that concern the Dread Wolf, hence she’s gathered all of Thedas’ best spies to delegate the Wolf’s ongoing plan. The Inquisition is still heavily involved in chasing after Solas, even if the Inquisitor isn’t present at the moment.

And judging Charter’s actions, we know that the Inquisition are sharing and gathering as much knowledge on Solas as possible with other factions in Thedas. Connecting bridges and making allies for the war to come.

Charter mentions Vaea, Ser Aaron and other Inquisition agents that are behind the scenes in the comic books working to find the idol. Showing that their network of spies has grown, and continues to grow.

Vaea and Ser Aaron were also mentioned in the story ‘Herold Had The Plan’. In which Vaea spoke on working with a renowned Lord of Fortune, and her journey to Tevinter. As we know, working on behalf of the Inquisition.

And at the end of ‘The Dread Wolf Take You’, Charter nods to the fact that the Inquisition still runs on the motive of what the Inquisitor decided they’d do with Solas in Trespasser, whether that be to attempt to redeem Solas or stop Solas.

In Genetivi Dies In The End, Remnants of the Inquisition send 3 writers on an expedition in the north of the Silent Plains, to find the history of the elven pantheon. They uncover Elven tomes in an elven Library beneath the Imperium, sending their research to the generals of the Inquisition. Their findings are sent to Varric Tethras.

Finally, in ‘Luck In The Garden’, Dorian and Maevaris Tilani are making waves in Tevinter, located in Minrathous, they both helped severely in defeating an evil, ancient monster in the sewers of the city. Dorian even managed to hire employed servants instead of having slaves, so he’s certainly doing well, and endorses the Inquisition.

It’s been made very clear throughout Tevinter Nights that there’s still plenty of Inquisition involvement going forward. I still hope we can witness the Inquisitor in the flesh one day, but we’ll hopefully see soon enough. It is awesome to see how many factions truly oppose the Dread Wolf, going forward, it’s going to be a matter of - can we actually build enough influence and defuse enough situations to have many of these factions work together to defeat an ultimate evil? I’m optimistic.

With that, we’ve touched upon Solas’s allies, and those who would not see him succeed, let’s look at what Tevinter Nights showed us about the character of Solas, and how he’s changed since the last time we saw him.

Firstly, Solas can now kill people while they sleep, even dwarves. We discovered in Trespasser; he can freeze multiple people at the same time. But now we know he can freeze Executors (whatever they are) and even golems, who’re already stone!

Solas lies! A lot in his fake bard tale. It’s hard to tell what’s true and what is not. I personally believe that the Bard’s tale spun by Solas was a complete ruse, with only a few aspects of the truth that I’ll touch on.

The table was booked under the name ‘Gauche’. Which is an Orlesian name, the fake name that Solas had taken for his disguise.

It’s safe to say that Solas is desperate going forward, I mean come on, he’s dressed as an Orlesian Bard with a blonde wig, jewellery, rings, the whole shebang, and he’s mimicking an Orlesian accent. I suppose desperate times call for desperate measures. Anyhow.

Under his ruse, he shared witnessing prominent faces throughout all of the Dragon Age games, like Isabella, Amund the Avvar, Sebastian, Tallis, The Divine, and a most intriguing Warden Commander. Whether he met them or not, doesn’t matter, I feel that all Solas is doing here, is proving to Charter that he knows about significant characters in the Dragon Age, that he’s made himself aware of each of them as potential threats.

This could mean that not many characters will be returning as companions in the next game, or even cameos, because as we know, the Inquisition is looking for people that Solas doesn’t know, so we can have a chance at defeating him.

And, thanks to Charter, he knows about the comic book agents who’re looking for the idol in Tevinter, which puts them at a huge risk. Fortunately, none of them were mentioned by name.

Out of disguise he’s tired and sad, and knows that many oppose him and that they are not fools. Telling the Inquisitor what he intended to do in Trespasser was a moment of weakness.

He admits he’s prideful, hot-headed and foolish. He says to tell the Inquisitor that he’s sorry.

Changing the pace, in ‘Callback’, a Regret Demon finishes the eighth Fresco panel in Skyhold’s Rotunda. The demon was attracted to, and born from the regrets Solas had while he stayed at Skyhold with the Inquisition.

Originally, the eighth panel was only drafted out by Solas before he left Skyhold, the initial impression of the fresco was that it showed the mighty battle against Corypheus and the victory of the Inquisition.

However, what the Regret demon reveals is something far more ominous. It appears the Fresco shows an outline of a beast stood over a stabbed dragon; two figures painted on either side of a pane of glass with confused forms. The beast is shown to be a horrifying wolf, having absorbed the dragon’s power, stood crooked over all.

This, of course, relates directly to Solas having taken Mythal’s power at the end of Inquisition, and rising as the Dread Wolf thanks to Mythal’s sacrifice. This fresco explains the entire end credit scene, and why Solas needed to absorb Mythal’s essence. As we know, just before Solas took her power, Mythal placed a piece of herself (or an Old God) into an eluvian for safekeeping. So, perhaps she isn’t truly gone.

Regardless, that explains how the Dread Wolf has risen since Inquisition’s events, he is truly a haunting and terrible creature.

In his Dread Wolf form, Solas can speak, quite frighteningly. A lingering question I have is, does his mouth actually move as he articulates as a Wolf? Or is it more like his voice is a presence like Mono in Princes Mononoke?

The Dread Wolf has taken residence in the Fade where spirits and demons serve him willingly. He has a ritual for the Fade that has been set in motion, however, he requires the red lyrium idol to continue this ritual further, plus surpluses of lyrium in order for it to work.

The red lyrium idol is still quite the mystery today. However, we do learn a few things about the idol in ‘The Dread Wolf Take You’ that may help us understand it more.

Most people, (like you and me) believed that the red lyrium idol was forged it into Meredith’s massive sword, and so, when Meredith went crazy with power and almost destroyed all of Kirkwall, her sword exploded, and so did the idol with it. At least, that’s what we thought, however, that’s not the case.

According to the Carta Dwarf, a Dalish Elf came to Kirkwall asking for help in retrieving the idol, he claimed that he ‘”learned of this in a dream and that an old legend of his people says that the idol is in Meredith’s body and that if he gets it out, he can free his gods or something like that.”

Before Kirkwall’s Carta Dwarves could silence the elf for good, he pulled out a potion and said it would soften the raw lyrium, so they could retrieve the idol safely.

Using the potion, they retrieved the idol from Meredith's chest. The Carta Dwarves killed the Dalish Elf, and then proceeded to sell the idol to Tevinter contract by the name of ‘House Qintara.’

An agent of Fen’Harel impersonating the head of House Qintara, traded the red lyrium idol to House Danarius for information. This was not something Solas would have approved of, the agent was later killed by the Qunari invasion on the city. This was discovered in Dragon Age: Deception.

A mage from House Danarius made their way to Nevvara's Grand Necropolis with the red lyrium idol for an ultimate ritual to push the Qunari forces back north. Using blood magic, bound spirits and the red lyrium idol, the Mortalitasi and Tevinter mage attempted the ritual, upon impact of the red lyium idol, it revealed a ritual blade.

The ritual (accidentally) summoned the Dread Wolf’s attention, as he killed the Tevinter mage and ordered his demons to attack the Grand Necropolis. A noble’s son grabbed the red lyrium idol, with its ritual blade either shattered or retracted and ran off into Tevinter.

I personally believe that Solas lied about the idol’s whereabouts, and everything he said in his bard’s tale, therefore I think he actually doesn’t have the idol and is still looking for it, that’s one of the reasons he came to the meeting in the first place – to have a better understanding where the idol went since Nevarra.

That means that the red lyrium idol is still somewhere in Tevinter with this noble’s son and it’s yet to be discovered by Solas. So, perhaps the Inquisition, or any other opposing force may have a chance to grab the idol before Solas does.

And that puts an end to everything I discovered regarding Solas throughout Tevinter Nights. Thank you for sticking through this for so long, I really do appreciate it. In summary, Tevinter Nights has sparked so much for the future of the next Dragon Age game, as you can tell, we have more of an idea of where the plot is going next. I feel ‘The Dread Wolf Take You’ acts as a small prologue for Dragon Age 4, as it opens up the next narrative in so many ways as discussed throughout this video. Of course, I have just started the Tevinter Nights content, we’ve got plenty more videos to go!

Be sure to let me know if there’s anything I missed that relates to Solas in this novel, tell me your thoughts on Solas’s plan going forward - where do you think the red lyrium idol is, and do you believe that everything Solas said in ‘The Dread Wolf Take You’ was a lie? Let me know down below.

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The Remnant Branches

CH. 6 - The Woe of the Wretched

Part 3: A Sibling's Love

Having completed his mission for Oz already, James returns to Jakob to deliver some unfortunate news. After, he begins his peaceful quest to search for any astronomical information this world may hold. This first takes him to the library in the nearby village.

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The elevator reached the surface with the sound of its old doors creaking open. Ironwood was feeling ambivalent, however. On one hand, his mission was complete, and he had five days left to do as he pleased. On the other hand, reviewing the video tapes revealed that the mother had perished in the factory while running away from her children with a man. It is only human to want to be free from burden too. Ironwood knew he had to at least tell Jakob that harsh truth.

“Oh, thank goodness you’re okay. You were in there for a while.” said Jakob as James entered the door.

“Yes, I’m fine, but, there’s no easy way to say this.” From the look on Jakob’s face, Ironwood could tell he already knew what was coming.

“It’s my mom, huh? It’s alright. Nier already told me. He said he found her on his way back, and brought me back some of her perfume.” he said sadly.

“How are you holding up?”

“I’ll be alright. And Gideon will come around eventually. … I just-” he let out a sigh. “I just don’t know what to feel now. It hurts that she left us, but I know this was all too much for her. She just wanted to be happy, and her happiness didn’t involve us, but I still love her. We had some good times, and she did try for a time, and she is my mom. I just can’t bring myself to hate her. I feel like I should be stronger, and not even cry for her. Is that bad?” he asked, eyes watery and voice on the verge of cracking. Ironwood thought for a moment.

“I will be honest, I can’t understand how you feel, so take this as a grain of salt: I don't think you’re wrong for wanting that. Ultimately, she hurt you, her child. But understand this,” James got down on a knee to be eye level with him, “you are strong. From all my years, I’ve learned that it's easier for people to hate than it is to love. It takes a lot of strength to love, especially after what she did. And look around you!” James got up and motioned him to look at the shop around him. “Despite everything, you’ve managed to run this shop and become an excellent blacksmith, all while taking care of your brother all on your own. That is no small feat, especially for someone your age. This is a tough time for you, but you will get through it. You are strong.”

“Thanks mister Ironwood.” Jakob sniffed. “I needed that. It's gonna be hard, but things will be alright. I think she would want us to be alright too. And besides, I still have Gideon.”

“I’m glad. Oh, and here’s some junk I collected on the way. I figured you could use it.” Ironwood tossed a bag full of scrap onto the counter.

“Sweet! Thanks!” he exclaimed happily.

“No problem Jakob. … It looks like I’ll be on my way now.”

“Alright, stay safe now. There are a lot more shades out there than here in the Junk Heap.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve faced all sorts of monsters before.” With a final wave goodbye, James closed the door behind him and made his way to the exit. He was never the best at goodbyes or any sort of closing remarks.

As he walked, he thought about how Jakob could still love his mother after what she did. However, he knew he would have to be content in knowing that he would never understand it. A child’s love for their parent was a powerful thing.

He rememberd that Nier told him that there was a library in his village just across the plains. He hoped he could get lucky and find some old star charts or any sort of astronomical information. While Remnant was overall more technologically advanced, this world had traveled into space, well beyond their atmosphere.

From the information stored at the factory, he learned that this world had sent people to their unbroken moon, set artificial satellites in orbit around their planet, and sent machines to study planets billions of miles away. It amazed Ironwood so, and he intended to learn as whatever he could from this world’s knowledge on outer space. It was about time he treated himself to enjoying his little hobby.

Astronomy was something that always interested him. So much of it was unknown. There was a sense of serenity in that. It was a place free of the chaos of a cruel world. He considered that space could be chaotic too, but in its own ways, ways much less cruel. Space is an exotic, previously unknown beauty to him. He dreams that it is a place free of duty and worry, where people are safe, and will never have to worry about the cruelest cruelties of life. Salem, Grimm, murder, and needless suffering are absent there in his dream.

However, more than that, much more than that, a part of him believes something. It is the part of him where his last shred of innocence exists, the part where he holds onto hope for a merciless and unforgiving world. It believes that there, he can finally love.

After about half an hour fighting aggressive shades across the plain, James finally arrived at the gates of the village. He knocked on the large door, and waited. Looking up, he saw a man looking down on him over the side of the top of the gate, and disappeared from view, shouting an ‘okay’ that led to the gate opening. A guard gave a grunt of acknowledgement as he passed. It was a quiet place, and nothing like Atlas. By the fountain, he noticed a woman at a fountain singing a song. It helped calm him after the heavy, heart racing, fighting.

Ku ata

Tsu no-o va-lai

Tzud-e jei

Fo-aul ae kai

She seemed like she could help him.

“Excuse me, miss, would you happen to know where the library is?” he asked her.

“Do I look like a tourist guide to you?” she said curtly. Ironwood didn’t know what to say. “I’m just joking with ya.” she laughed. “It’s that building at the top of the hill.” she pointed out. “I’m Devola, and if you need any help finding something, ask my sister Popola. She’ll be in the room on the second floor to the right.”

“Alright, thank you.” he waved as she resumed her song. He just hoped his encounter with the other sister wouldn’t be like that.

The library had all its books stacked up its walls, leaving it a rather open space. At first, he aimlessly wandered around, scanning the spines of the books he passed. So far, he hadn’t found what he was looking for, and decided to give Popola a visit. At a shelf next to the base of the stairs was a little girl struggling to reach a book. Her hair was a silvery white, akin to Nier’s. He noted that similarity. He reached for the book and handed it to her.

“Here you are.”

“Thank you mister!” she said with a bright smile. She took a seat at the stair’s first step and began to read the simple book. Aside from her pale skin, which could be attributed to a lack of sunlight, odd considering the eternal sun, she did not look sick to him. Once at the top of the stairs, he turned right and knocked on the door.

“Come in!” she shouted, and Ironwood entered. “Oh, a new face. Not often you see one of those. How can I help you?” she said, looking up from the paperwork on her desk.

“I’m looking for books on astronomy, or any information you have on it really.” he said.

“Hmm… Astronomy… I don’t recall there being any books on that here, but-”

“DEVOLA, HURRY, QUICK!” screamed a voice downstairs.

“Crap, crap, crap!” she fearfully repeated as she leaped over her desk and bounded downstairs. James made sure to get out of her way, and looked downstairs once she had past him.

At the bottom of the stairs was the girl from earlier. She was curled up, wincing in pain as a darkness enveloped her arms and legs. There seemed to be some lettering in it. It had almost seemed familiar to James, but it faded before he could more clearly see it.

However, he knew for sure that this was Nier’s daughter, Yonah, with her silver-white hair and some sickness that could only be the Black Scrawl. It was unlike any kind of sickness he had seen before. He saw Devola scoop her up in her arms and leave the library.

He made his way down the stairs and picked up the book she dropped, A picture book titled The Wizard of Oz. Amused at the title, but otherwise uninterested in it, he placed it back on the shelf. Aesop’s Fables, Red Riding Hood, Snow White, Beauty and the Beast, and Goldilocks and the Three Bears were among the selection of books with colored pictures and big fonts.

Realizing he was the children’s section, he went back upstairs to browse another random section. He managed to find what he assumed was the philosophy section, based on the titles. It was filled with names unknown to him, Friedrich Engels, Karl Marx, Karl Grün, Simone de Beauvoir, Georg Hegel, Zhuangzi, Mozi, and many more.

He picked up a book by Karl Marx and flipped through it. Interestingly, none of its words were capitalized. He assumed it was a printing error. Once he saw that it concerned economics as well, and he quickly put it back. He dealt with enough economics back home, and had no desire to read about it on his little vacation. He owed himself that much, even if he was starting to feel guilty for taking such a long break from his work. He managed to find the romance section, but quickly found that none of it was to his taste. Romance as a genre was he never really understood the appeal of anyways.

Eventually, he settled on a titleless book that was at the top of a first floor shelf. It seemed mysterious, and therefore interesting.

There was an android who was set to oversee a small village. Her name was Skald, and embedded in her was the incredible power of an ancient song from another world. The song allowed her to help and manage her village in incredible ways, but, it soon corrupted her and the villagers. As a result, her creators had her and the village destroyed.

Learning from their failure, the scientist removed the magical power of the song. Despite having less power than before, she still ran and oversaw the village well enough. Her creators were pleased and began to make plans for mass production. While her creators did that, she had grown close to another woman in her village. They did lots together, so much so that many began to believe they were sisters. And soon, they began to refer to themselves as sisters. The scientist saw that there was an increase in her performance during this time.

However, the woman died in an unfortunate and sudden accident, leaving Skald all alone. Her performance decreased greatly as a result, and she was eventually decommissioned. She was not saddened at the revelation of her fate. In fact, she seemed grateful. However, the scientists were saddened by their creation. They created something near immortal that could love, and would more often than not have that love ripped away from them eventually.

In honor of their creation, they learned from their cruel mistake. Skald was renamed Popola, the nickname given to her by the woman and villagers, and she would have a twin to be by her side. Her name would be Devola, after the woman who loved Skald as a sister. “Together, they could sing a song that would calm and heal the heart. Together, they would face an otherwise lonely existence. Together, love would allow them to survive a cruel world.” was the ending of the short story.

Ironwood wasn’t sure what to exactly think of the story. He wondered why someone would write such a preposterous backstory about their village leaders. But then his thoughts were interrupted by the door opening. In came the younger sister, Devola, who went to meet him.

“Good, you’re still here. Sorry about earlier.”

“It’s alright, things happen. Will she be alright?”

“Yeah, she’ll be fine, she just needs some rest and medicine. She’ll be back here tomorrow I’m sure, unless Nier gets back soon. But Popola wanted me to pass a message. She said that you should try the Lighthouse at the Seafront south of here, or the desert civilization east of here. There's a store there where you might find what you’re looking for.” She pointed in the directions he should go.

“Alright, thank you.” James said happily. “Oh, and before I forget and you might want to check out this book.” he said, handing her the book he read earlier. ‘“I can’t imagine why anyone would write something like this, and I think you wouldn’t want it in here.” Curiously, she took the book and glanced at the cover and its back, and quickly flipped through its pages.

“Ha! This is a strange little book. Thanks for catching it. Here, take this to keep it between us.” she tossed him a small sack that rattled. James opened it to find coins in it.

“Are you sure? I don’t think you need to give me this. It-”

“Hey, don’t worry about it.” she calmly interrupted. “You just go and have your fun.”

“Well, alright. Thank you then.”

As he walked to the eastern gate, he wondered what it would be like to have a sibling. However, he simply just could not imagine it. A sibling’s love was something he never felt, and would never feel. He wondered if he should feel sad about that or not.

We give the finality of death. Iron skin draws out fear and terror, and is bathed in flesh. We are satisfied by the snatching of life. We realize our purpose through the crushing of the bodies. In our delight, we spread death far and wide. We are the iron will. We kill. Kill. Kill. Kill.

This interloper knows what he does as he slashes the blade on the way to his destination.

He knows there is blood on his hands, and accepts it readily, for he knows he must.

What he does is as just as it is unjust.

He knows this, and slashes again.

It must be done, so he believes.

Anyone can do this, so long as they think they are right.

#James Ironwood #rwby #nier #the woe of the wretched #the remnant branches #2.5k words #if only james had taken the time to read marx\#lol #or any of the children's stories #sure he might realize things later on and have an existential crisis but it's better than what he's going through rn #then again remnant is probs going through an existential crisis having found out about salem

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Heat (Hawks X F!Reader)

I have never posted anything on tumbler before so let’s just leave this here and hope other’s enjoy my bullshit trash mind too.

Pairing: Hawks x reader

Words: 7.7k+

Genre: smut, some story build fluff smut at least? rut/heat

Rating: Explicit, 18+, NSFW

Warnings: breeding, submissive, choking, some blood at the beginning, some fluff

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Blood erupted from your lips as you coughed, the coppery taste making you cringe and want to heave again as you absorbed the injury of the civilian in front of you.

The small hole in your abdomen slowly started to close, the man staring at you in awe as you had to pull down your black lower face mask to expel your own blood though you appeared as if you weren't worried in the slightest.

Never said my quirk was pretty.

You happened to be in the area during an explosion of a nearby factory and thankfully there wasn't many people injured, which made it easier to take on the responsibility of most serious wounds like the pipe that went through a man's side and the chunk of another's leg that was seared off.

Your quirk was super regenerative and gave you the ability to take on the injuries of others to heal at a rapid rate. Obviously you couldn't bring someone back from the dead or replace entire arms or legs, but you could repairs holes in organs or mass injury depending on what you yourself could survive.

The down fall was experiencing most of the pain of whatever you absorbed, making you weaker and more unsteady depending on the situation until you ultimately passed out. A super powerful quirk yet you wanted to just help people like a normal everyday hero while also volunteering at hospitals rather than boast since newly moving to Hosu city.

You were usually too busy with cases and trips around the area for interviews or coverage, so you remained a small rising pro hero who was only twenty that the public was still learning about and mostly unaware of.

Your eyes kept on a friendly tinge despite the crimson liquid that coated your lips, tone breathy as you inquired about the man you front of you. "You okay, sir? Any other injuries?"

He shook his head in silence, barely able to comprehend how you were still upright. You nodded, standing and helping him to his feet as well. "There is an ambulance over there, make sure to talk to them and the officers just in case. Have a good day and be safe!"

You were gone before he could say another word, your hooked chain wrapping around a broken piece of wall and dragging yourself up to where you heard panicked voices getting closer the further your swung and jumped up with a small wince.

You were greeted with the sight of an older man, his entire stomach coated in blood as he laid next to a familiar red winged pro hero who was trying to calm the death fearing male down with a calming smile.

Holy shit that's Hawks

You couldn’t let yourself be starstruck as you heard the famous pro talking to the man, his tone friendly and upbeat to try to keep the man’s focus.

"We'll get you out, you just gotta trust me." Hawks assured, the remnants of his feathers twitching slightly as he eyed the amount of blood with worry. He wanted to lift the man out, but had already used a lot of his feathers to get out other victims around the fires of the explosion.

His eyes glanced over to see a smaller woman that looked unfamiliar, your hero suit just black with dark grey accents that clung to your form with pouches and a long chain wrapped around your waist.

Your eyes trailed over to man as you neared, your voice soft but urgent as you began to formulate how this would go. "What are his injuries?"

Hawks blinked, surprised by the woman who was talking at him like he wasn't one of the top pro heroes and immediately taking charge of the situation the moment you entered.

"He.. He had a large pipe in his stomach-"

"Anything else other than this large injury?"

Hawks feathers ruffled as you cut him off, but watched as you peeled back the crimson soaked shirt of the man in front of him to look at the size of the wound.

"Burns and scrapes." Came his curt reply, his eyes narrowing on you as you pressed your hands into the civilian's before a beautiful smile made it’s way to your already bloodied lips. His heart skipped a beat at the sight, your scent finally wafting over to him and curling around him in a sweet embrace.

You were too busy wracking your brain with your own state as you smiled at the man below you, knowing that he wouldn't make it to hospital in time. "You're gonna be just fine sir, you gotta trust a hero's word after all. Especially the number two's." Your kind gaze then darted up to the popular hero's surprised one, your smile turning into something more bashful but informative.

"When I'm done, you can leave me and get him out. All I ask is that you come back for me, I'm just gonna need my own help out of here though. Sorry for the bother that this is gonna be!"

Before Hawks could even question what you were even talking about, your joined hands glowed a bright gold just like your irises while the wound on the man's stomach began to illuminate as well before the glowing was cut off, the man gasping at the instant release of his pain.

The bird pro was in shock, his eyes feeling like they deceived him until he heard a cough come from the mystery hero. Blood poured from your lips, your eyes squeezed shut as you curled an arm around your stomach with your black hero suit darkening as the newly formed hole in your stomach gushed out dark red liquid.

Hawks instantly was at your side, his hand resting on your upper back with frantic look to his golden orbs.

"What are yo-"

"T-the man, Hawks. Please."

The winged hero swore under his breath, a feather hastily hooking into the back of the man's shirt and carrying him off without hesitation much to your surprise.

You coughed again with blood splattering out onto the concrete below, your eyesight blurry as your words came out croaked and raspy sounding. "I'll b-be fine. Quirk's healing-" You could barely get out the explanation before your vision started to fade, your words sounding more far away by the second.

Hawks scooped you up into his arms, his feathers returning to him as much as he could that weren't damaged to help form steps that let him jump down from the high up broken floor they were on. "Hey, stay with me, dove. Your quirk is healing, yeah? So, you're gonna be fine right?"

His words had a twinge of worry to them despite his lighter tone, catching the twitch of your lips as a shaky smirk made it's way to your face. "Y-yeah, I'll be- fuck. F-fine. Regenerative p-power. Call my agency."

Hawks felt himself relax but only slightly, his feet landing on the ground as he let out a deep breath. "Alright, what agency are you under?"

He was met by silence, his golden eyes darting down to see your face slack as you passed out in his hold and let a groan slip from his lips.

"Well shit."

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And that was how you met Hawks.

He thankfully was able to use his own connections at as his agency to find out that you were recently hired at a smaller group on the outskirts of Hosu, surprising him that such a mind boggling quirk was hiding under the shadows of such an unknown agency. He even liked your hero name, 'Death Defy'.

He immediately asked you to come work for him the moment you awoke with the bird man standing over you with a look of fascination.

Which you initially declined.

Because why trust a man you have never met despite his status? You were still unsure of what the world of hero networking was like and it was intimidating to just immediately be okay with working under such a top hero.

You soon found out that Hawks was a persistent man when he had his eye on something though.

A few months went by of randomly running into him out on the field and at your favorite coffee shop, the man now visiting your little caffeinated gem daily around the same time as you at the end of weekly jogs.

He could tell you were not used to the attention, finding out along the way about how you became a hero in your small town despite having merchant parents who ran a grocery store. You had a mutated quirk that was almost godly, one that your parents hide away for years claiming you to be quirkless due to the fear of people come to take you away.

He found it admirable that you had decided to pursue the life of a hero regardless of your safety once you could make the choice for yourself, ignoring your parent’s pleads to just live a normal life. You were fully aware that people would try to take advantage of you or worse, but it was the risk you were willing to take to help as many people that were within your reach.

He almost wondered what the Commission would have done if they had known about her, but he was grateful to meet you just the way you were.

At first you were confused by the interest the winged hero had taken into you, not opposed to his attention at all but you found yourself more lost to be in the presence of such a charismatic man more and more often.

Then your confusion turned into a friendly fondness. His witty banter and flirty attitude growing on you more than you expected, finally causing you to take the plunge to accept his offer.

The charming smirk you got was seared into your memory, your hero life changing drastically from that day on.

You moved closer to his agency, thankful that Hawks offered quite a generous pay to get yourself a decent apartment. Your schedule was more filled than before, answering more calls to disaster scenes and more dangerous encounters to save more people than you ever had.

You felt enlightened and worn to the bone, but it was something that was thrilling to your very core. You wanted to help people and accepting the position at the number two hero's agency had you feeling more useful than ever before.

Speaking of the number two hero, you figured he would stop going out of his way to see you once you agreed to his offer, but you found yourself seeing him more than ever.

He would still see you at your coffee shop, the two of you now having a ritual of sharing a table to chat about everything and anything. He called upon you in a lot of missions too, even if it was precautionary, saying you were more useful than you gave yourself credit for. You swore the blush on your cheeks could be seen through your black face mask.

Time passed and your feelings for the man grew, everything about him drawing you in like a magnet no matter how hard you tried to focus on you hero career. He was charming and flirty sure, but he couldn’t contain the flustered fluff of his feathers at your teasing or the accidental brushes of you hand. He seemed as engaged with you as you were with him, but it was too intimidating to take the plunge and possibly ruin your relationship.

It was around Spring when you found yourself at the agency late on a Friday night, letting out a deep sigh as you finished your last report.

You figured you were the last one around based on how quiet it had been outside your office for the past two hours. You clicked off your desk lamp as you stood and picked up your stack of files, grabbing your bag to throw over your shoulder on your way out.

You locked your office door and place the files in the tray outside your doorway when you heard something from down the hall towards Hawks' office.

You furrowed your brows as you walked towards the door, noticing that it was nearly all the way latched shut as a whimper caught your attention. It sounded almost pained, causing you to fling open the door with a worried expression, your (e/c) eyes catching the blonde haired crimson winged hero hunched over in his desk chair with a pained look on his handsome face.

"Hawks? Are you alright?" You asked while not noticing the way his body shuddered at your voice, his wings puffing up slightly as your scent wafted into the room as you entered.

His eyes snapped up to yours in a bit of a panic, being in the same mindset as you and expected his agency to be empty by now. "(Y-Y/N)?" His voice was husky and breathy, trying to deal with the flood of heat that seemed to painfully make it's way through him.

He never wanted you to see him like this. He hadn't been keeping track of time of his body's signs of his impending rut, his body and mood all of the place. His hunger almost insatiable for the past few days until, well, this.

All he wanted was to lay low in his office until nightfall then try to sneakily fly back to his penthouse, nest, then ride out his painful week with as much dignity as he could muster.

And right now he felt like the world wanted to see the bird man burn as he watch you round his desk to kneel at his side with a concern look on your pretty face.

"Do you need me to heal something? What's going on?" You asked urgently, your hand going up rest on his flushed cheek and frowning at how heated he felt.

He leaned heavily into your touch, his breaths coming out in pants as his golden eyes opened to practically melt into yours as his lips were barley able to form a reply. "N-no, this isn't somethin' you can fix, dove. You n-need to go."

You frowned further, your eyes narrowing in confusion on the obviously flustered male as you pressed on. "I can't just go with you looking like this! Keigo, please, let me help."

A soft crooning of chirps met your ears, your eyes widening as Hawks felt his face flushing further as he moved away from your touch hastily in response.

"L-listen. This is really embarrassing to deal with and I don't want to creep you out so please let me just deal with this by myself. I promise I'll be okay." He assured you, forcing himself to try and not keep the memory of you on your knees in front of him tucked away for later use.

You could hear rather desperate tone he was barely able to conceal, your eyes taking in a hardened look as you stood your ground. "No Keigo, you can trust me! I don't care if it's embarrassing, just tell me what's going on."

He almost groaned at the commanding tone of your voice, shivers erupting all over his skin at the determined look to your gorgeous face. He blurted out the words before he could process it, not realizing the effect you already had over him due to your scent and his needy nature.

"So you know my quirk is avian in nature, yeah? It's because of that I g-gain some stupid bird traits and habits. Nesting, preening, showing off, possessiveness, and all of that boils down to having a... rut."

".....A rut?" You echo, your eyes searching his as he grit his teeth and forced his hands to remain curled into his own hero jacket to prevent him from reach towards you

"I basically get painfully horny on and off for a week straight. My dumb body wants to do the animal thing." He bluntly drops, hanging his head as he squeezes his eyes shut in mortification of his own words. He wasn't a shy man by any means, but he liked you. He had spent so much time getting to know you and didn't want something like this to make it weird between the both of you. Which is why his eyes snapped open at your next words in disbelief.

"Oh... Well, can't you call a girl to- uh, fuck silly for a few days?"

A pained laugh left his lips at your words, his musical chuckling making a flush settle on your own cheeks as you bashfully glance down from your blunt reply.

Once he caught his breath, he opened his mouth again and tried to not breathe in more of you and your warm energy that called out to him almost teasingly in his clouded mind. "I wish it were that simple, but this is something super, uh, personal? I want to get very connected to whoever I would do this with and I have... never done it with anyone before." He admitted.

"Fuck- sorry that sounded really insensitive, huh? I thought-" He interrupted your apology with a pained wave of his hand, not blaming you for your suggestion at all. "Its fine, I just need to get home. Your, uh smell is kinda driving me wild."

You flushed further, your lips parting in surprise before looking guilty. "I'm sorry-"

"A-again, it's fine. You just scent is just so damn-" He whimpered again, a soft cooing leaving the back of his throat as his body leaned towards yours subconsciously. You bit your lip, your own thighs tightening together at the subject at hand.

Is it bad that I like that he is affected by something as simple as my smell?

You felt embarrassed that your mind was even allowing itself to imagine what it would be like under him, moaning like a bitch in heat while he railed into you. Here was your boss technically that you were thinking about, images of him fucking you in so many ways wanting to flood your mind as he was so vulnerable in front of you. You had pressed him when he already ask you to leave, but you couldn’t help yourself as you wanted to offer any assistance at all to him.

“Do you need help getting home? I could drive you- wait you said my smell is bothering you...” You realized a bit late about his admission from before, your heart aching for the man in front of you. “You have never had help with this? That must be so painful, I wish I...” You trailed off, your face getting hot at your own implication of your words, wanting to just bury yourself at your own mess up.

It wasn’t like you crush was surprising, you were just a simple small town town girl who moved to a bigger city in hopes of helping people to be thrust into the arms of a handsome hero.

But you were never obvious in your affections towards the man, always trying to maintain a friendly relationship while telling yourself that any female wouldn’t blame you for letting you heart get away from you at the sight of his sexy charming smirk or his impressive speed and control over his quirk. You had spend almost a year with the man now, you honestly thought about him more often than you should have.

He was way more than just his gorgeous looks, with his kind nature and his witty personality. You knew there had to be a side of him that was hurt and damaged, catching glimpses of far away looks and sad frowns sometimes, but you wanted to learn more about him. To become closer to the man in front of you because you really had come to care for him. Which is why you felt like such a fool for risking that with blurting out your horny thoughts without thinking.

Meanwhile when you scolding yourself for your words, you didn’t see the way his wings fluttered at the implication you left hanging in the air.

She wishes she could what? Does she want to- even with knowing what I'm needing right now?

He couldn’t hold himself back, his eyes searching yours desperately as his mouth opened with a pleading heat to his words. “Would you? You- fuck, you barely know what this is. It’s really a lot and I don’t want you to feel pressured but-” A whining chirp left the back of his throat as he gripped at his chest, practically cooing in pleasure as you instinctively move in closer to him.

“I really want you.”

You felt your heart skip a beat, your underwear immediately growing damp at the lust coated words that seemed to drip off his tongue. The blonde just asking was him inadvertently telling you he wanted to get closer to you, making your chest flutter at the knowledge of him caring for you like you did for him. You felt like you should give it more thought, but your mind started to grow muddy with your own arousal as you swallowed quickly before answering with a breathy tone. “Tell me what to do.”

A beautiful groan left his lips as he suddenly stood with your eyes catching the sight of his hardened bulge before pulling you to your feet, backing away from you with a pained sigh and a shake of his hands.

“If you are serious about this, meet me at my place. My pheromones could cloud your judgement since we’re so close together.... I n-need to get more comfortable and want to p-prepare just in case you do want to do this. Get some of your own clothes and things, I won’t let you leave my place if you come. Literally. I’ll text you my address, m-maybe look up what this is too. Just to be sure.”

The window was opened without further waiting, you watching with a flustered gaze as the crimson winged hero fly off into the distance.

You had some things to go do.

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You exited the elevator, walking forward towards the only door on the floor with a fluttering nervousness in your stomach. You thanked the gods that he wanted to prepare, giving you time to get a shower and shave yourself bare after a sweaty work day.

Thankfully you hadn’t taken a day off since starting to work for the winged pro along with it being the start of a weekend you surprisingly had off as well. So you gathered up multiple outfits along with toiletries, approaching the door of Hawks with a a pounding in your ears. You had taken his advice to look up what his rut would entail, blushing scarlet at the mention of breeding and protectiveness one would feel.

You knew he probably didn’t expect that of you, thankfully you were on the pill anyways. So it wasn’t like you couldn’t indulge on the basic instinct of it all though.

When you knocked, it was barely ten seconds later the door swung open rapidly making you jump slightly at the sight of the blonde male in front of you.

He looked a bit more, well, feral that you remembered. His eyes were almost molten in color, his chest barely hidden by a black tank top with sweats hanging low on his hips. His dirty blonde hair looked damp as well, his eyes raking over your form in a baggy shirt under a black jacket and shorts with a duffel bag over your shoulder.

“(Y/N), I’m so glad you came.”

He tugged you in immediately, grabbing your duffel bag from you before gesturing for you to follow him after you kicked off your shoes at his door. He knew the moment he touched you for real, he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back anymore, so he kept his contact brief with trying to get you situated, wanting you to be as comfortable as possible.

“Sorry for the delay, I had to wait for the taxi for a bit...” You answered back shyly, your hands nervously fiddling with your jacket’s zipper as you entered his room. You knew in the back of your mind where this was going, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to be so confident in the presence of such a attractive and stunning man like Keigo.

“No- no you’re fine. I was preoccupied for a bit at least.” He answered in a husky tone, walking over to set your bag on a bench at the end of his bed. You felt yourself nearly drip at the effect his damn voice had on you, your eyes distracting you by finding the sight of his gigantic bed covered in pillows, blankets, towels, and other articles of clothing stuff along the nest-like structure. You honestly wanted to coo at the sight, it being adorable to you as you turned to see him looking back at you with a soft gaze.

“Do.. do you like it? I know it’s kinda odd...I mean, it’s a pile of random shit that I like basically.”

You look at him while being slightly surprised at his hesitant tone, never knowing the cocky suave man in front of you to seek approval so openly. You wanted this to be a good experience for him as well, so you gave him a sultry grin as you nodded your head. “Of course, Keigo. I adore it. Very comfy lookin’ If I say so myself!”

The cooing chirps that answered made your heart warm, wanting nothing more than to be closer to Hawks after hearing his cute noises. Your feet were braver than you felt in the moment as you walked toward him, your fingertips trailing over his chest to wrap around his neck as his body shuddered under your touch while his fingers began to dig into your hips.

He couldn’t take it anymore, your scent felt like it was engulfing him as he tugged you closer and smashed his lips against your soft ones. You moaned in the back of your throat, your bodies pressing together as the heat of the situation began to rapidly escalate faster than either of you had expected. His tongue entered your mouth smoothly, his taste already seeming unfairly addictive as he dominated the kiss so easily that had you feeling breathless already. He felt you grind slightly against his thigh, his cock twitching as the thought of what was to come.

His lips left yours, his cheeks flushed making the black accent marks around his eyes stand out in the dimmed lighting of the room. “Please, can I fuck you?”

You nodded in response, already having made your decision by coming here in the first place. But the desperation in his tone had you gushing at the thought of having him buried deep within you. You knew what was to come and you could hardly wait to feel him touch you, hoping that it was better than you imagined and dreamed of.

He slid the jacket from your shoulders, you not resisting at all as he let the clothing drop to the floor and worked on your remaining clothing. He appreciated that when he helped you remove your shirt that you went without a bra, the sight of your perky nipples making a whimper leave his lips as he immediately dipped his head down to catch one of the buds between his teeth.

You let a high pitched cry leave your lips, not expecting his nipping bite but didn’t complain in the slightest. Your quirk gave you a higher pain tolerance than many and despite your small innocent demeanor, you honestly liked it rough.

The crimson winged man noted your reaction as he sucked the areola into his mouth, his tongue swirling soothingly around your skin as he palmed your other breast. He couldn’t control the growl in his throat as he suckled against you sharply, drawing another whine to leave your throat as you felt your fingers shake as they wove into his blonde hair. You tugged at the strands in need as he hooked his arm under your ass and around your waist as he moved you to his bed.

“Fuck- please, Keigo!” You moaned out, barely able to keep your eyes open as you stared forwards with such a sight like Hawks hovering above you as you raised your hips up as he understood and quickly slipped you bottoms off to leave you completely bare beneath him.

He soaked in the sight feel of your soft skin under his, his eyes drinking in your body as he tugged off his own clothes knowing that he wouldn’t be able to last much longer. He honestly wished he could hold back long enough to go slow with you, but he was painfully hard and straining to feel you wrapped around his dick.

He wasted no time as his slid his index finger along the folds of your pussy, groaning as he shoved his face in the crook of your neck to bite and suck harshly at the sensitive skin. You moaned more as he finally pressed a finger inside of you slowly but smoothly, the stretching comfortable as you began to grind you hips against his finger when it began to start thrusting into you. The speed increased steadily, his finger curling in just the right way to make you see a flash of white and a static to run over your skin in pleasure.

“O-of course you’re good at this.”

“Oh dove, I’m no where even close to started.”

His grin was feral as he scooted down to hover his face over your freshly shaved pussy, breathing in your slick as you both could hear the lewd sounds of your sex every time his finger entered your spasming cunt. He groaned, the fingers of his free hand digging into your thigh to hold you open for him as he leaned close enough for you to feel his breath on your clit. “You smell delicious, my lovely bird. Can I-”

You cut him off in with an impatient whine, your eyes darkened in lust. “You don’t have to ask, Keigo. You can do whatever you want to me.”

Without another word his tongue slipped into your quivering pussy, his groans vibrating against you and causing you to gasp loudly clutch at his hair desperately as he drank from you.

“You’re delicious, dovie.” He muttered, his tongue swirling back into your entrance and making you moaned loudly then tug at his hair again with a heavy flush settling on your skin. You felt your orgasm approaching faster than you though possible, your noises becoming more desperate as you tightened your grip in his messy locks. He shoved two fingers into you, curling them and rocking them into you harder and faster as your cries grew louder.

“Hawks, I-I’m gonna- Ah!” You moaned loudly as he responded by quickening his pace, sucking your clit into his mouth and nibbling at the harden pearl while his pressed his fingers against your g-spot in just the right way.

Your crash had your body shuddering, Keigo removing his fingers to replace them with his mouth as his tongue scooped up as much of your essence that he could. Your hips circled from the over-simulation, the wings of the pro twitching and ruffling at every lapping of his tongue.

He moved to suck the rest of your cum from his fingers once he had thoroughly cleaned you to his liking, your chest heaving from the amazing feeling before giggling almost drunkenly as he flipped you onto your stomach. He smirked as he pulled your hips up and watched you immediately get into position by raising yourself onto your elbows since you were still slightly shaky.

"I never expected you to be the type who would be so eager." He cooed teasingly as he shifted his knee to spread you further apart for him, the tip of his cock weeping at the sight of you so glistening and open for him.

You shot him a seductive grin over your shoulder, your own lidded gaze committing his flush state to memory as you drank in his chiseled torso and broad shoulders. "I have been dreaming of fucking you since I started working for you, so of course I'm a bit needy."

He groaned at your words, his wings seeming to shudder as he gripped himself and rubbed against your dripping slit. "Yeah? You wanted me for that long? You could have had me so much sooner, (Y/N)."

This earned a whine from your lips, your legs shaking in anticipation as you felt the engorged head of his cock grind against your gushing sex.

"I d-didn't think-" You were cut off by you own pleasure gasp, biting your tongue as you felt him enter you slowly without further teasing.

“This c-could have been happening for so long now. Feeling you so wet and ready for me.”

He was thick and long but not uncomfortably so, the tip kissing your cervix as he bottomed out inside of you with a surprising gentleness to his touch despite the shaking of his fingers as they dug into your hips.

You could feel him holding back, waiting for you to adjust to his size until you sped up the process by grinding back against him teasingly.

A choked groan left his lips at sensation of your rippling warm walls hugging him so tightly, his talons digging into your skin as his hips stuttered against your own with a pained whimper leaving his own lips. His heat started to flood his body, near torturous as he tried to not rush you. "Please (Y/N), I can barely keep myself from-"

"Keigo, I'll b-be fine so move."

He couldn't take the pleading tone of your sweet voice, his teeth grinding together as his self control practically snapped.

His hips slammed into yours, a high pitched moan leaving you at the sudden movement before he began an almost brutal pace. His cock dragged against the walls of you cunt, the drool worthy friction sending you into a whimpering heap as he thrusted against you harder and harder.

You couldn't help yourself as you tried to grind your hips back in time with his, the male above you smirking at you for being so desperate for him. He found himself pausing at times to grind deeply within you, almost mockingly to remind you of starting the teasing.

"Fuck, Keigo-- Harder!"

His golden eyes soaked up you form, watching the way the flesh of you ass rippled every time his hips rutted against yours roughly like you begged for. He leaned over your body, feeling the primal need to mark you as his as his chest came to rest on your back as he rubbed his scent on you.

"You sound so good, dove. Let me hear you." His growl next to you ear had you practically on the edge of your second orgasm, eyes rolling back as his hand wrapped around you throat to drag you to bend towards him creating a pretty arch to your back. "H-Hawks-"

A choked cry was torn from you lips as his fingers tightened around you windpipe, his hips still slamming against yours at a nearly inhuman pace. "P-please! Fuck me, fill me up! Gods breed me!"

His pupils blew out in desire, your words having their intended affect as he felt his cock twitch at the thought of filling you. He knew he couldn’t last long after hearing such erotic things spilling from your lips.

"Fuck! I'm gonna make you mine, fill you over and over with my fuckin’ cum!" He snarled into your ear as his pace increasing somehow, releasing your neck to rub messy circles on your clit to drag you down with him. "I want you to cum with me, (Y/N, now."

You cried out at the extra simulation, your eyes practically crossing as you felt your release bubbling over. You had never orgasmed on command before, feeling the shake of you body as it spasmed under his hold.

He let out loud pleasured groan, slamming his hips into yours deeply to spill himself inside of you as he large red wings fanned out widely before curling around you both. He felt his cock getting milked by your needy pussy, practically clamping down on him as he let himself rest inside of you for a moment to catch his breath as well as bask in his connection to you.

A soft cooing noise was heard from the back of his throat, turning your head with a dazed well-fucked smile as he flushed at your state below him. You felt his soft feathers brush against your skin as he slowly sat up.

"You're adorable, Hawks." You murmured, shivering as he pulled himself out of you, your eyes immediately darting back to see his cock for the first time and felt you mouth practically water at the sight of it still hard as hell. "And sexy."

He felt his ego get stroked by your words, knowing that he cared more about how you viewed him more than anyone. He was honestly still in disbelief that he even had you here, willing to be with him and wanting to be close to him in such a way.

"All yours now, dove." He replied with a wink, about to move off of you to get a washcloth when you turned suddenly enough to startle him. In a jumble of limbs and feathers, he found himself stunned as you straddled his hips with a devilish curl to your lips.

He immediately felt his dick twitch at the sight on you hovering over him, his eyes meeting yours as you began to speak with a lust dripping tone. “You know, Hawks, I noticed something quite interest about your rut~.”

He felt him shudder as her fingers trailed down his chest before moaning lowly as you wrapped your fingers around his cock to position the tip at your messy entrance. “W-wait dovie, I’m really sensitive but if you give me just a min-”

He couldn’t find it in him to make a move as you sank down onto his length with a breathy moan leaving your own lips as he felt the mixture of you both starting to drip onto his pelvic bone and thighs you began to grind against him easily.

His crimson wings tried to feebly curl at the sensation, his eye squeezing shut as a dark red flush settled over his face at the over-stimulation as his breath began to leave him in heavy pants. He thought you weren’t going to continue talking as he tried to reach up and grab your hips once he adjusted to your heat once again.

That is until one hand snatched his wrists to hold them above his head.

He felt his breath stutter as your free hand went to his wing, curling your fingers into the plume of soft feathers firmly but mindful in case he reacted poorly to such a change of positions as you leaned down to whisper in his ear.

“I got you, pretty bird~ I wasn’t finished speaking.”

His reaction was beautiful though, a sharp gasp that turned into a lewd moan left his lip as his wings trembled at your surprising actions and seductive tone. He continued to grind up against you in response at such an unexpected turn of events. Your own eyes drank the sight of him looking so desperate beneath you as you began swirling your hips while you watched his face contort in pure pleasure at your ministrations.

You knew you read about males becoming dominant, which you could easily see him doing, but he also seemed like he was equally as needy, wanting to establish something deeper and emotional. He was acting soft and gentle, which you never would have taken him for in the bedroom.

Your mind connected the dots with his crooning noises and more thoughtful and almost bashful behavior at times since finding out about his rut, wanting to test if your theory was correct.

“You are way more submissive, aren’t you Keigo?”

He choked out a groan, wanting to buck up against you until he felt you sliding up his length as you dragged him tortuously slow from your warm moist heat before dropping back down onto him roughly. He threw his head back with cry leaving his lips, a victorious smile forming on your lips as you began to set a steady pace of riding him in a slow and sensual manner.

You ignored his pleading to go faster for a while, enjoying the way he crumpled easily under your touch and was practically begging you to fuck him senseless as he tugged at your hold feebly. You knew he could overpower you easily if he truly wanted, but he seemed tamed under you.

You only began to increase your pace when he was bucking back up against you with his cries got louder leaving his lips, wanting to soak up the sight of such a powerful man at your mercy. “Please, (Y/N) I need to touch you, please-!”

You kissed him suddenly, the blonde male immediately opening his mouth and moaning as your sweet tongue danced against against his. He felt himself getting close until you suddenly stopped bouncing on top of him, your hips slowing to a grind again that had him whimpering against your lips as you pulled away from him to move the hand from his wing to grasp his chin in a firm hold.

Your (e/c) orbs seared into his, the man melting into your touch as he felt more of your slick gush around his cock that made his eyes roll slightly at the feeling.

“Be honest when answering my question and you can fuck me to your heart’s content. You’ll get to fill me up as many times as you want and use me like your own personal toy.”

He nodded quickly, his wrists tugging at your grip as he wanted nothing more in the moment than to just keep fucking you until you both were unable to move. “Fuck! A-anything! Whatever you want, please!”

Your lips couldn’t help but curl further at the sound of his needy voice, but decided you had your fun. “How long have you wanted to fuck me, Hawks? How long have you wanted to fuck the pro hero, Death Defy?”

You were barely able to hide your surprise as the answer left his mouth immediately with no hesitation or shame.

“Since I h-heard you laugh the first day after I found your coffee shop. I loved how your laugh s-sounded and you looked so sexy in your tights-”

“Fuck-”

You let go of his wrists, the blonde man wasting no time in pushing you onto you back while rolling his legs under himself to hook your knees to press them back into you as his hips started to piston into yours again at a break neck speed.

“God, I love your pussy so much-”

It was all so smooth, your head spinning at how he was able to get you under his spell again so easily, moaning loudly as your cunt was stretched from such a delicious angle that he was able to achieve as he pounded into you.

His breath was puffing out over your ear, heating you as he lost himself in the feel of your body as his hips blurred at his motion. The slaps of skin on skin echoed along the moans and grunts heard from you both. “Keigo fuck-- your cock is so good!”

When you felt him shift into the position that head you seeing stars you felt yourself talk, though your words felt almost like they were an echo in your own ears. “Gods, I’ll never want anyone else! I love you!”

You thought you had kept your words in your mind safe where they belonged until you felt his hips stutter against yours, his answering moan making your body shake as he began to thrust deeply into you almost with a purpose. His golden orbs locked onto your dazed ones as he knew he couldn’t last much longer.

“Christ, I love you, (Y/N)!”

You were felt yourself come undone as he pounded into you harshly, crying out as he continued to rail into you for another moment before bottoming out and filling you up as deeply as he could.

Both of you panted at the buzz of energy that still hung in the air, both staring at the other in a surprised high as they tried to process how the sex had went from amazing to otherworldly in just one attempt.

You wrapped your arms around the crimson winged male, pulling him down with a low whine in your throat as he rested his body against yours while holding his weight off you a bit still. You just wanted the closeness, pressing your lips to his sweaty shoulder as he shivered slightly at the feeling along with the gentle squeeze of you around his cock as he had to pull out of you.

He turned to press his lips to the side of your neck, smirking as he felt you shiver still under his touch.

“So, you love me?” He asked, his eyes glinting as he watched the pretty flush on your face darken while suddenly growing more bashful in the afterglow.

“I-I mean, I f-feel like I do but don’t let that sca-” Hawks pressed his lips to yours soft ones to cut you off, parting after leaving you breathless once again with a soft look to his eyes and a adoring smile on his face. “I said it back, dove. Your confidence should stick around a bit more.”

You felt like you were in bliss, Keigo coming to gently rest in arm under your breasts with his wing covering you like a blanket before he broke the silence that started to settle over you.

“.....Ready for another go?”

“Fuck yes.”

#hawks smut #mha smut #mha hawks #hawks x reader #bnha smut #mha takami keigo #keigo #keigo smut #bnha keigo #keigo takami smut #keigo x reader #keigo takami x reader #bnha hawks #keigo takami #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #first post smut trash

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a-world-in-grey · 4 years

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Take My Breath au - Roadtrip (Cleigne II)

-Sola doesn’t immediately leave the Tempering Grounds. No. She takes the time to sit and see to her weapons and to Genji, cleaning and sharpening them and using the repetitive motions to think.

-Noctis will be the Last of Somnus’ Line. Which means Sola will die first, likely at Noctis’ blade, either before or after he slays the Accursed. Their Uncle, no matter how many generations removed.

-And that, Sola will not stand for. If only Sola were to die, she could accept that. But to make her brother kill her? Heap the grief and guilt of Kinslaying upon his shoulders twice over before he himself is sacrificed?

-No.

-You can take my heart, you can take my breath, Sola silently swears to the Astrals, gripping Genji in a white knuckled hand, when you pry it from my cold dead chest!

-She breathes sharply through her rage. Answers first, then plan. Storing Genji in her armiger, Sola pauses to look at the remnants of Gilgamesh’s armor, the Immortal having faded to dust. After a moment, she takes the silver mask and stores that in her armiger as well. She’d leave the decision of funerary rites to Gladio, as Gilgamesh’s descendant and head of the Amicitia.

-The formal words come easily, beseeching for a meeting with the Messenger Gentiana. The threat of drastic action should Gentiana no answer immediately is far less formal and in no way reverent. Sola finds she doesn’t care anymore.

-There is a moment of dead silence, but then magic blooms across her senses like frost abd Gentiana’s voice sounds from behind her, chiding underneath the formal words of greeting.

-Sola asks Gentiana if what Gilgamesh said is true. Of the Healer King and the Accursed. Of Bahamut cursing Noctis to be the Last of his Line, to slay his sibling just as the Founder did. Gentiana tells Sola that she is not of Somnus’ Line, not since she removed herself after Noctis’ birth. By magic and oath, the Chosen King has no sister.

-From the smile curling Gentiana’s lips, Sola realizes that it wasn’t mere chance that Sola stumbled across that specific oath. But Sola doesn’t let herself think on that for longer than a moment - doesn’t let herself wonder how long Gentiana has been looking in on Noctis’ life - because Gentiana hasn’t said anything to deny the rest of what Gilgamesh said. And Sola realizes that it must be true.

-Sola tells Gentiana that she will not let them sacrifice Noctis. Gentiana’s smile disappears as she tells Sola that Noctis already swore to Lunafreya that he would defeat the Starscourge. Sola snarls at Gentiana, because the only time Noctis met Luna was when he was eight, and a child could not be held to a binding oath! Not even Sola’s oath of abdication! She’d reaffirmed it when she swore her Sword Oaths at her coming of age!

-Sola tells Gentiana she’s already broken one curse, pointing at Gilgamesh’s armor, and reiterates what she told the Lucii. If she will not aid Sola, then stay out of her way.

-She braces herself, prepared to defend against divine fury over Sola’s defiance and disrespect. The Astrals are not known for being kind, and Sola doubts Gentiana is any different, no matter how amusedly fond the Messenger is of Noctis.

-But Gentiana merely smiles and tilts her head, pointing out the scourge racing through Sola’s body, and the very limited time she has left. And if Sola didn’t know better, she’d swear Gentiana is offering Sola a challenge.

-Well, real or not, Sola’s never backed down from a challenge. Sola bares her teeth and tells Gentiana that she’s not dead yet. Until then, she has a threat to her King to cut down.

-And Gentiana laughs. Light and airy, wind scattering snow into flurries across the sunlit ice. Gentiana tells Sola to seek out the Infernian who lingers in shadow. Remind him of the sun’s warmth, and perhaps he will aid her. And the Messenger disappers, leaving Sola with the distant death knell and half a hope.

-Sola squares her shoulders and firms her resolve. Half a hope? She’s worked on less before.

-It’s not quite dawn when she leaves the Tempering Grounds. By the time she reaches the haven Cor has taken shelter at, her uncle has risen with the sun, packing up camp to wait for her, no doubt. Ice blue eyes rake over her appearance, and Sola knows she’s a mess, covered in dust and grime. But she’s uninjured, and her clothes are intact. Which reassures Uncle Cor enough for him to finish packing his things before he wraps her in a tight hug, fine tremors of relief in his arms that Sola doesn’t comment on.

-He asks how it went, and Sola produces Genji from her armiger. And Cor smiles, a small proud thing that warms Sola and she can’t help but grin back. Because even with everything, she defeated Gilgamesh. The oath she swore at ten, she kept.

-She splits from Cor there, and heads to Lestallum. And she is so thankful for keeping her motorcycle in her armiger, or she’d be walking. Instead, she gets there in time to take a shower and have a barber even out the hack jobs on her hair from Cor and Gilgamesh before Cindy calls her about helping out Holly at the EXINERIS plant.

-Sola agrees to help, because daemons in the power plant is all kinds of bad, and she’s surprised when later she’s joined by another Hunter. Over the radio she can’t tell who it is, but then the guy whips out magic and the Royal Arms and Sola immediately knows it’s her little brother inside the protective suit.

-Something Sola teases Noctis about, after they’re safely out of the plant. The Chocobros are ecstatic to see Sola, though Prompto asks about the haircut. Sola forgives the curiosity, because her hair used to reach her waist, but now barely brushes her shoulders. And well, Sola may or may not take amusement in the faces they pull when she mentions having to even out the damage that Gilgamesh did.

-That she makes not only Gladio but also Ignis choke on their drinks over dinner? Priceless. Sola admires the spit takes even as Prompto ducks beneath the table and Noctis doesn’t, squawking in offense as he mops up his shirt. Prompto snaps a picture of Noctis’ wet cat glower and tosses Sola the camera for safe keeping when Noctis lunges for it.

-It’s not until they’re back at Cape Caem that Sola tells them what Gilgamesh told her. All of it. It takes Sola that long to decide whether or not to tell them at all, because she knows it will only hurt. She would spare them the pain, if she could. But that would put them in danger, and Sola refuses to allow that.

-So she tells them. Everything. The Prophecy, Somnus and the Accursed, the Starscourge and her own infection.

-Noctis yells at her. Shouts himself hoarse and then wraps her in a hug and buries his face into her shoulder so she won’t see him cry. Gladio storms out of the small house, furious at Sola and furious at himself. Prompto... looks lost, as though he’s trying and failing to imagine Sola not being there for them. Ignis sighs, but says that he’d suspected something was wrong, but he didn’t know what and didn’t want to assume with so little information.

-And Ignis grills Sola for the information she knows, from Gilgamesh and Gentiana. Sola tells him everything, but she does leave out that she is no longer considered part of Somnus’ Line. She knows Noctis, because her brother is so much like her. Between his life and everyone else, Noctis will sacrifice his in a heartbeat. But put the life of a loved one on the line? Her little brother will fight the heavens to save them.

-Sola will not let her little brother give up his life.

-My heart. My breath. Mine.

-Thank everything for Ignis’ genius. Because Ignis already has half a dozen plans and possibilities to investigate, starting with investigating the Rock of Ravatogh for Ifrit when they seek out the royal tomb there. Sola points Ignis towards Iris, and tells him to contact Axis and Talcott - Sola asked Jared to research the Starscourge before his death. And Sola highly doubts her Glaives actually followed her orders not to split their resources to investigate. She knows her idiots. That gets a snort out of Noctis, and a thoughtful hum from Ignis.

-The drive to Ravatogh is somewhat tense, given the way Gladio is still pissed off at Sola. Sola tells the others to keep out of it, because this is something between her and Gladio. They aren’t camping at havens anymore - with Sola’s admittance that she can’t, everyone is willing to shell out the gil for caravans and motels even though they need to pick up a few more hunts to compensate.

-Ravatogh turns out to be a bust. Ifrit isn’t there, Sola cannot feel the well of magic that marked Titan’s resting spot beneath the Disk of Cauthess. They get the Royal Arm though, so it’s not a complete waste. And Ignis and Sola theorize that Niflheim may have found Ifrit’s body in the years they occupied the region. Given Gentiana saying that Ifrit ‘lingered in shadow’, and the rumors that Shiva attacked Gralea several years back... Sola states it’s possible Niflheim demonified the Astral.

-Ignis is skeptical. There’s no real evidence, but Sola cannot shake the idea. She argues that Gentiana said she’d need to remind Ifrit of ‘the sun’s warmth,’ and the scourge... it’s cold. The chill of no sun, no light or warmth, no life. And it’s the gold magic that allows her to heal, to absorb the scourge from others. Sola grimly tells Ignis that Niflheim has been experimenting on daemons for years now - the Kingsglaive fights their daemons all the time, and those are the only daemons she’s ever seen out during the day, out in the sun-

-Sola cuts herself off at that, thinking hard. This is important. She can feel it. But why do daemons avoid the daytime, avoid the sun?

-She glances at her hands. Considers the leather covered skin. Considers the near instant feeling of sunburn ever since the infection set in, the way she cannot bear sunlight without pain.

-And wonders.

-But as Ignis reminded her, Luna was the Oracle. She could heal her without resorting to desperate measures. And Luna might even have more information needed to track down the Infernian, or could contact the Astrals to get the information they needed.

-Sola’s been watching Gladio. She knows he has a temper as bad as her own. That Gladio’s kept a lid on it for the oast few days? Impressive. But it won’t last.

-So when they finish dinner the night before they plan to depart from Cape Caem, Sola follows when Gladio stomps out of the house. A glance at Noctis has her little brother nodding and keeping the others back. Good, Noctis understands that this is a personal problem between her and Gladio.

-Sola finds Gladio running through sword katas. They argue, Gladio not wanting to talk and Sola refusing to leave it alone. Because Gladio’s firmly set the issue aside so it doesn’t interfere with his duties as Shield, but Sola knows that Gladio’s hurting and no matter how much Gladio buries it, it won’t stop hurting.

-Finally, Gladio asks why Sola asked him to protect Noctis. And Sola tells him that Gladio is Noctis’ Shield. Of anyone, Sola trusts Gladio the most in that position. Gladio’s snort is bitter and disbelieving. He tells her that he’s some Shield. How can he protect Noctis from everything Niflheim and the Astrals are going to throw at them if he can’t even protect Noctis from Sola?!

-And Sola abruptly understands. None of the others will consider it, but Sola and Gladio know that they might not find a cure in time. And if they don’t... If Sola turns into a daemon, Noctis won’t be able to strike her down. No matter how dangerous Sola is, because Sola knows if she turns, it’ll be nothing less than a powerful daemon.

-Sola lets her glaive fall into her grasp and tells Gladio to fight her. He’s worried he cannot protect Noctis? Then prove to her that he can, or Sola will relieve Gladio of his duty here and now. And Sola doesn’t have to tell Gladio that by ‘relieve’, she means kill. The steel in her tone and the hard edge to gold flecked blue eyes are hint enough.

-Both of them need to know that if Sola turns, Gladio will be able to kill her. Because if he can’t, the others won’t stand a chance. And Noctis will die.

-Sola doesn’t hold back. Gladio needs this, even more than Sola needed to fight Gilgamesh. And so Sola throws herself at Gladio with lethal intent, and doesn’t shy away when Gladio matches her blow for blow. She doesn’t stop when she grazes Gladio’s head, doesn’t stop until Gladio manages to get behind her and land a blow across her back, cutting from hip the opposite shoulder, even as she tries to dodge.

-Sola hits the ground hard, and doesn’t get back up. Feels her magic begin to knit the wound back together, a wound that would be lethal to anything else. And she cannot stop the laughter that spills from her chest. Cannot stop the grin as she looks up at Gladio’s wide amber gaze, his face pale with horror.

-Sola holds out her hand, and yanks Gladio down to the ground when he takes it. He hits the dround beside her with a grunt. But his irritation and horror fade when Sola congratulates him on beating her. When she tells him just how she beat Gilgamesh. Not through martial might, but through words. By leveraging Gilgamesh’s grief into getting the First Shield to surrender to execution. Sola admits to Gladio that she’s not sure she could have beaten Gilgamesh through strength of arms. But Gladio? She has no doubt he would’ve kicked Gilgamesh into next week.

-Magic finished knitting her spine back together, Sola sits up and calls Genji to her hand. She presents it to Gladio, and she somberly tells Gladio that he has no need to doubt his ability to defend Noctis. Gladio takes the sword, pride warring with guilt. Sola nudges him and sternly tells him that she tried to decapitate him three times. Nearly would have if he hadn’t ducked, and it’s a damn good thing he has a thick skull.

-Gladio grimaces at the reminder, feeling the deep gash she scored across his forehead. He says that the others aren’t going to be happy. Sola winces and weakly suggests not telling them. She doesn’t have to see Gladio’s skeptical look go know her suggestion won’t work. They’ll take one look at the two of them and know. She holds a fist out and says that at least they can face their doom together. And finally, Gladio starts snickering. He suggests they clean up first. Might help.

-Gladio’s right. They get back, and it only takes one look at the new scar on Gladio’s forehead for everyone to start fussing. Prompto asks what happened, and Gladio has a moment to see the smirk on Sola’s face before the redhead nonchalantly shrugs and says they beat the crap out of each other. In the dead silence that follows, Gladio manages to facepalm before Ignis explodes, scolding both of them.

-Noctis frowns, before he cuts off Ignis’ lecture with a flare of magic, and oh boy Sola can sense just how displeased her little brother is. Noctis looks between them and asks if everything has been resolved. Both Sola and Gladio nod, and Noctis purses his lips. He tells them that he expects there will be no repeat of this. His magic flexes, reinforcing the order, and Sola bows her head, murmuring a subdued ‘Yes, Your Majesty,’ alongside Gladio. Because this is not her little brother speaking, but her king.

-Her heart aches. Her little brother is all grown up, and it’s impossible to deny how much he resembles Papa. Especially when he shoulders the authority of his rank. The grief still hurts. The grief will always hurt.

-But as the tension fades and Prompto asks for details of the fight, Sola realizes that for the first time since Papa’s death, she feels hope.

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senotsuri · 3 years

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Going with Negative Legend’s keyboard controlled playthrough, because it is technically the wii version. If I notice anything I want to mention that he cuts, I’ll point it out.

Pregame/Tutorial

Unknown Hyperspace? It’s the centre of Vestroia’s void what are you on about

Naga’s screeching doesn’t match his voice. It sounds more like an eagle than a stock evil

“Finally, the Silent Orb is complete! Now, all bakugan will bow to me!” this thing is going to be forgotten about for ages. It’s super important later. “Moments later, in the doom dimension” which means Leonidas was created indirectly by Naga (Naga generated the Silent Orb.) If it weren’t for the fact that he immediately leaves, Leonidas could be a super good gatekeeper for the doom dimension

Depending on your Leonidas’ attribute, the first ghost that forms the energy ball Leonidas explodes from will be the same attribute. Neat! Nega has a purple ghost. From what I can see, it comes from a dead Robotallion

What I find weird here is how much BBBmc likes bakugan, but is such a beginner that they still don’t know how to get bakugan from the store Alice runs. They don’t even know all the rules (not like there are many, let alone many the game actually gives you.) It’s a minor nitpick, and seems to be a poorly fixed remnant of the factsheet plot

Dan is BBBmc’s friend prior to this on the factsheet, but BBBmc in the game acts like Dan’s never actually met him, and vice versa. Also canon inconsistencies are gonna fly high, despite being written by the show writers

Why is Dan explaining how this game works? I know he made the rules in part with Shun, but given that Alice does the tutorial section of the game otherwise, shouldn’t she be teaching BBBmc? Eh, any way to make Dan’s like for BBBmc work, ig.

The tutorial doesn’t let you select any gatecards yourself.

Gates boost gs, change battle rules (unless silver; they’re blank), and decide on game mode (shooting is gold, matching is silver, and shaking is bronze)

BBBmc throws his gate card with one leg up, implying he got himself off balance, which is really cute initially, but out of place by the end of the game

“You rock!” Dan says, any time the tutorial goes according to plan

You can shoot at your opponent’s bakugan to basically heckle them. They can’t do this back to you. It’s very petty, and the closest BBBmc can get to passive aggressive, but it’s usually worth it in a very specific tournament later

The character design is actually better here than in DOTC imo, even if the character creation is worse in BBB

Serpenoid looks dead when he loses.

“I just love the fact that they have Dan teach you the game. It just makes you feel so validated!” Nega has a very good point actually...

Double stand-- Ok so Nega does say that he’s finally figured out what the shooting is for (making double stands easier), but he’s only figured out what half of it is for.

When you miss, Dan goes “Try it again!” with a thumbs up and a wink, and you can retry your throw. It’s very cute what the hell. Also rule breaking on Dan’s account

Power throws are a man’s worst enemy when you have terrible control of your controls

“We could end up as partners in the tournament Shuji was talking about!” Dan is wrong threefold here; the tournament Shuji mentions is the Neo Challengers Tournament (1), which is a 1v1 format, not 2v2 (2), and Dan is partnered with you in a tournament Shuji isn’t even in (3)

“To enter a tournament, I need a wicked bakugan; something like Drago!” BBBmc means that his bakugan aren’t really strong enough to be reliable assets for a tournament (and also bakugan that can talk), but it sounds like he jinxes getting Leonidas, since Leonidas does look wicked in both senses

The store in BBB is super nice looking

The Battle Brawlers are famous enough to be internet known, and specifically famous enough for the members to have their appearance and first names known. This only continues until you meet the last member, so feel free to forget that they’re internet famous

I realise that this does in fact mean that there would’ve been a late 2000s-esque fandom for the battle brawlers, canonically speaking, but the concept is very slightly cursed.

BBBmc drops by the store to look around “almost everyday”. This is why I’m confused as to why he doesn’t know how to buy the bakugan... If it’d been something akin to “could you remind me? I think I forgot...” then I wouldn’t find that odd, but eh. Minor nitpick

“I’LL BULLY SOME WEAKLINGS TO GET SOME EASY BAKUGAN POINTS!” Nega is technically referring to Akira, because he’s the only opponent at the start of the game in the park

“I’ll be a battle brawler... someday.” BBBmc is prophetic here; he actually does become one later (albeit honourary...)

Intense god rays and field opening glow causes bakugan to appear I guess? That being said, Leonidas’ colour is easily visible through the intense light?? weird. Also the intense light fades and rains down in faint drops of colour, accurate to Leo’s attribute.

“Yeah! We’ll beat ‘em all!” The park is pleased that you even acknowledge its primary function

“I sense that in this world I will only release my true powers in these bakugan battles...” Leo’s technically right, but his true powers are about as standard as any other bakugan with a signature ability.

“Was that a yes?” BBBmc essentially just went “weird, but ok.” right in Leonidas’ face. And then calls him Partner. Nega’s character is wearing white cowboy lookin’ chaps so I find this even funnier why is there a whip at his waist--

#Bakugan #Bakugan vg #Tsuri revisits #I'm gonna binge the playlist and hope that I can spread out the postings nicely #I don't trust queue at all I'm saving them to my drafts and posting them myself #long post

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sebthesnipe · 4 years

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Soothe

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My Dearest Procyon

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Chapter 21

Original story based on this wonderful post by @underdog-arts

“What do you mean I can’t go up?” Roman pressed, glaring down at the cat seated in the stool next to him. His voice was low enough to avoid drawing attention to what would no doubt appear to be a psychotic episode.

‘Virgil needs some time to himself,’ Logan offered, ‘he’s experiencing some-’

“No, Logan, what he needs is his friends to be there for him, and to be honest with him!” Roman interrupted, shoving the tray away from him before storming towards the stairs.

Patton watched him go, his gaze lingering even after Roman disappeared up the stairs. The prince had a point, though he doubted Logan didn’t already know that. Patton’s gaze shifted to the feline next to him. Roman would no doubt do his best to comfort Virgil, but Logan didn’t have anyone else.

The cat didn’t even bother to glance up at the man next to him. Instead he jumped down from the stool and headed for the door. He didn’t know where he was going, but he knew he wasn’t welcome here now. Perhaps it would be better if he remained in his feline form, living the rest of his days on the measley scraps passersby would provide him. He knew how to look cute enough. Maybe he would even get adopted by some kid… or baked into some kind of pie.

Patton’s footfalls were soft as he hurried after his friend, moving to get the door for him. “I bet that book store is still open,” Patton offered with a pleasant smile. “Maybe we can have a look around until we figure out how to sort through this whole mess?”

Logan blinked up at him, thankful that cats did not have the ability to cry due to emotion. Logan had never been one to allow his emotions to drive him, but in this moment he couldn’t explain the surge within him any other way. Here stood a being older than he could possibly imagine and more powerful than anyone he had ever met. Patton had warned him against lying, but Logan didn’t listen. Patton had supported Logan even when he thought he was wrong. And even now, now that Logan had ruined everything, Patton was still there offering his support. He offered comfort, he offered companionship… he offered all the things Logan never thought he needed.

“Well?” Patton asked, his smile only widening as he waited for a response from the stunned witch. “That’s an awfully long paws, kiddo,” he added with a snort of amusement.

Logan did his best to refrain from rolling his eyes as he started moving, heading out of the inn and into the street. His steps felt lighter as his chest filled with warmth at the fact that Patton was at his side despite everything.

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Roman knocked on the door, unsure of what else to do. Technically it was his room, but it didn’t feel right entering it unannounced. He waited for a response. When none came he knocked again.

“Go away!” Virgil’s voice snapped in response making Roman tense.

“Virgil… It’s me…” Roman replied softly, pressing closer to the door. “Can I come in?”

Again, silence fell and Roman’s uneasiness began to grow. “Virgil… Pleas-”

The door was pulled open before Roman could finish pleading with the other man. The witch stood before him, shoulders slumped, hood pulled low over his face in an attempt to hide his swollen mismatched eyes. He was shaking slightly as he tried not to let the tears start all over again.

Roman took a moment to take in the sight. He had never seen the other man like this before. Virgil was the strongest person he knew. Whatever Logan had been hiding must have been horrible enough to crack his composure.

Roman hesitated only a moment before stepping closer, arms wrapping around the smaller man, pressing him against his chest firmly. Virgil’s usual venomous demeanor was nowhere to be found as he buried his face into Roman’s shirt, his shaking increasing. Roman kicked the door shut behind him, lifting a hand to smooth the hood back.

Virgil’s fingers clung to the white fabric before him, his tears beginning to soak through. Roman’s arm tightened around him as his knees buckled, pulling them both to the floor.

“Whoa… whoa… it’s okay… I’ve got you,” Roman whispered softly, shifting them so that Virgil was cradled against him as the prince leaned back against the door. “Whatever it is, we’ll get through it, I’ll be here for you the whole way.”

The words that were obviously meant to soothe the witch only seemed to make matters worse as his sobbing intensified. Virgil let go of the prince’s shirt, arms wrapping around his waist. Roman was at a loss. He wasn’t sure what to say or how to say it. It was obvious that Virgil didn’t need words so he let silence fall between them. He continued to stroke the smaller man’s hair absently content to hold him until the turmoil subsided.

It didn’t take too long for the prince’s patience to be rewarded. Virgil’s sobs easing, his shaking shifting into small tremors as his body relaxed against the larger man’s. Roman’s muscled form seemed soft and warm beneath him, like the comfort of a bed when he had gone without for so long. Each touch, each caress were like scraps to a starving man. When was the last time anyone had held him like this? Virgil wasn’t sure there was a last time. No one had ever held him like this. He had never allowed someone to be this close to him; had never allowed himself to be this close to someone. And it was all going to end…

“So,” Roman breathed softly, the sound vibrating in his chest. “Do you want to tell me what happened?”

‘Yes,’ Virgil didn’t say. He wanted to tell him everything. He wanted to share his pain, maybe then it wouldn’t be so heavy as his heart broke. The last thing he wanted to do was sow more lies, but how was he supposed to tell Roman that if he stayed with him he would die? How was he supposed to live with himself if Roman decided to stay?

“No,” Virgil answered instead, voice cracking slightly. He shifted, wiping away the remnants of his tears before peering up at the prince. His chest clenched at the sight before him. Why did Roman have to be so gorgeous? He was such an idiot! He was nice and funny and intelligent! He wasn’t Virgil’s type at all! What was he even doing with them?! He should have gone back to his people ages ago!

“Okay,” Roman offered with a reassuring smile, brushing back a dark lock that had managed to dip in Virgil’s eyes. “We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” Roman added.

Virgil felt what little heart he had left begin to crack and shatter at the words once more.

“Are you hungry? I can-”

“No,” Virgil interrupted, answering a bit too quickly. “No,” he repeated far more calmly. “Thanks, but I’m okay,” he reassured, pulling back so that he could sit up. Roman moved to follow, a hand wrapping around the smaller man’s to keep him from escaping completely.

Virgil glanced down at the contact. He wouldn’t admit it but the small gesture somehow helped to keep him from breaking down again.

“Princey…” Virgil sighed softly, averting his gaze as he tried to steel himself against what was to come. “I…”

“Whatever it is, Virgil, it can wait. You don’t have to tell me right now. I don’t want you to feel pressured,” Roman offered with another small smile.

UGH! How was he so insufferably perfect?! Virgil shot the man a glare. He knew Roman was just trying to be supportive, but that was the last thing he needed right now. All of these warm hearted feelings had no place inside someone like Virgil… Someone who had done so many horrible things to so many people! What was worse was that apparently his horrid deeds weren’t done.

Virgil pulled from Roman’s grip. “Would you stop!” he demanded with a growl. “I’m not some damsel in need of saving!”

Roman tensed at the sudden change of pace, his smile fading a bit. “Right…” he mumbled, flushing at the reminder, “Sorry, I just wanted-”

“I know what you want, Princey, and you’re not getting it,” Virgil spat, moving to stand.

“What are you talking about?” Roman’s expression turned confused as he pushed to his feet as well.

“You don’t think I get it? You’re looking for a free ride and I’ve been giving you one! Well, newsflash, I’m not as dense as you think I am!” Virgil spat, the tears threatening to fall once more as he grabbed his bag and started packing.

“That’s not-”

“I don’t care! I don’t care about you! I don’t care about your kingdom! I don’t care about any of it! I’m tired of having to pull your weight! What, did you think I was just some idiot that would fall for some pretty eyes and a well toned body?!” Virgil spat, shoving his books into the worn leather.

“Where is this coming from?!” Roman demanded. Virgil kept his gaze low as he yelled at the prince, knowing that the hurt on his face would ruin the witch’s resolve. “I am grateful for everything you’ve done for me! You and Logan! I just want to repay you for-”

“Then leave!” Virgil spat, closing the pack as he paused, glaring at the wall before him instead of at the prince.

“What?” Roman breathed in shock.

“If you’re so grateful, then leave and don’t come back,” Virgil repeated, though his conviction had waned.

“You can’t be serious…” Roman practically pleaded.

“Whatever you came here for is gone. Whatever you were following us for is over. Go back to your people, Roman. Rebuild your kingdom. Do whatever you’re supposed to be doing, but do it somewhere else.”

For a moment, silence fell between them as the words sank in and Roman did his best to process them.

“No,” the prince replied flatly, his regal voice finite.

“Excuse me?” Virgil hissed, his gaze finally shifting to the man whose chin was stuck out stubbornly.

“I said no,” Roman repeated. “Where you go, I follow and you’re just going to have to deal with these pretty eyes and this toned body, whether you like it or not.”

“How dare you-”

“I said no, Virgil.” Roman took a step forward, jaw clenching. “I don’t know why you’re trying to push me away now, but I have a funny feeling it has to do with either something the dingy duke or Logan said.”

Virgil hesitated, not used to someone actually standing up to him. Virgil had always been intimidating and demanding. The only person who could withstand his demands was Noname. Even Logan was sueded when things got heated, not liking the conflict. Knowing what Virgil was, what he could do, tended to only assist Virgil in his blustering. Yet, here Roman was standing his ground. He knew what Virgil could do, what he had done, what he was capable of, and still he stood his ground.

“That has nothing-” Virgil attempted, the effectiveness of his words failing in his surprised state.

“Yes, it does,” Roman interrupted, moving to minimize the space between them. “I might not have known you very long Virgil but I do know you,” he bent to take the smaller man’s hands in his, his expression softening. “You push people away when you start feeling too strongly for them or you feel you need to protect them.”

“I don’t-”

“You do,” Roman cut him off again with a soft smile, “and it’s okay. I happen to like your feistiness.” That earned an involuntary grin from the witch as well.

“You do?” Virgil questioned softly, the words coming in a whisper.

“Very much so,” Roman admitted. “I like everything about you, even your pretty eyes and your not-as-toned-as-me body.”

“Oh my god! You’re never going to let me live that down now are you?!” Virgil demanded with a surprised laugh.

“Never,” Roman chuckled, his smile broadening at the sound of Virgil’s laughter. “Whatever you're afraid of… Whatever you’re trying to protect me from… you don’t have to tell me, but I’ll be here when and if you decide to. And if and when you do, we’ll face it together because I care a great deal for you Virgil and I don’t think that is ever going to stop.”

Virgil hesitated, studying the prince’s gaze for any hint at a lie or some form of deceit but, as far as he could tell, there was nothing. To be honest, he hadn’t expected there to be, but his own insecurities were certainly getting the better of him.

“You’re such a fucking sap,” Virgil scoffed, pulling away as he felt his face heat to an alarming degree. ��What do you want from me, a confession of my own? It’s not going to happen Sir-Boasts-A-Lot.” His attention turned back to his bag, desperate for any kind of distraction.

“Yet,” Roman countered confidently as he turned to start packing Patton’s. “We’ll see…”

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Lucky 7 | Steve Harrington x Reader - pt. 2

WARNING I haven’t finished season 3 yet, I’m on chapter 7 and am savoring the episodes so I’m trying not to binge them. But I’ll be writing more don’t worry! Sorry if I make plot errors. Also, I want to make it a point not to really describe Seven’s physical appearance (other than clothes, and I’ll probably make references of her having hair but not really describing the haircut), I feel like leaving it ambiguous really helps readers envision how they want Seven to look and I want everyone to feel included :^)

Father had made it very clear to her that these memories she’s seen are not her own. They are not hers to act on, nor hers to replicate. She is simply recounting these scenes and relaying them back to the men in white coats. And for a long, long time, she complied to these rules.

Chapter 2: Mall Trip

Another power of hers that Father discovered was the ability to force others to perform actions against their will or knowledge – just from a simple gaze. As she does to view memories, she can grasp that tendril and give the individual tasks that they will execute without question. She had not realized this discovery caused others to become wearier around her, for Father was an expert of concealing the truth. However, she did notice that she was forced to wear her eye mask more often, and the men in white coats began to wear sunglasses during experiments. When she asked the reason why, Father simply stated “For your safety.” She didn’t question it.

After her first successful attempt of controlling someone’s actions, similar experiments were thrown in amongst the usual memory exploration. She’d been told to make someone tie their shoes when they were wearing sandals; to make a bald man to brush the hair he did not have – simple tasks that would be unusual for the individual to do of their own will. Eventually, she grew bored of these experiments, and when she expressed this she was scolded and harshly dragged to her room.

When she was alone, she sometimes dreams of having a family who hug and smile at her without that layer of fabric that prevents her from seeing those eyes full of love and arms that stretch out to embrace her. She would use the faces of mothers and fathers she’d seen in others’ memories, of siblings and cousins, aunts and uncles, all to dream of her having the same simple life. She began to envy family life of individuals’ whose minds she explored.

And when she grew older, she began to envy their freedom.

Seven already accomplished her first task of begging Hops to borrow his ride to the mall. It was a struggle each time, because despite him having taught her to drive a vehicle, the thought of her, without a license or any real identification whatso-damn-ever, scares the pure hell out of him. However, those puppy eyes get him every time, and he always winds up tossing her the keys, a frown on his face as he warns her to “Don’t kill yourself, my car, or others. In that order.” That makes her smile every time too.

Once, Seven met Steve and Nancy’s ex friends from highschool. The girl, who had a pretty face but a nasty mouth, commented on how ‘good will’ Seven’s outfit was. At first, she didn’t know what that meant. Her response was to smile and utter a thanks, while the ex-friend’s face contorted into a look of confusion. The male who accompanied her snickered, eyeing Seven up before stating “Cute, but yeah, you look piss poor.” At that, Seven’s smile fell and she noted how Nancy’s gaze turned heated as she stared at the two degrading her new friend.

“Let’s go.” Nancy said as she took ahold of Seven’s wrist, guiding her away from the mocking that ensued as she was pulled away. “Have fun with Nancy The Slut Wheeler, hobo.” The male shouted after them, and Seven’s couldn’t stop herself from turning back to meet the boy’s gaze. She grasped ahold of that tendril, and next thing you know he poured the slushy he’d been holding over his head and slinging the remnants on his companion who squealed in response.

“What the fuck, Tommy!?” Once Seven looked away the boy snapped back to his senses. He made an “Oof” sound as he was smacked in the gut. “I-I don’t know, what just happened?” He stumbled over his words, the girl beside him began to berate him as he fumbled over how to explain what the hell just happened.

Wiping the blood dripping from her nose, Seven smiled as she listened to the two’s heated discourse, knowing full well Nancy had the same little smirk as she continued to drag Seven away from the scene.

From that day on, she never thought to change her wardrobe. Not only did she not have any money aside from the spare change Hops would give her to treat El to some snacks and pizza, but she really liked her oversized sweaters and faded denim jeans, thank you. Sometimes she did wonder if Steve also thought she looked like she’d come ‘straight outta good will,’ but he’s never given any indication that he did. In fact, he once complimented her on one of her father’s old leather jackets she’d worn to one of the group’s monster hunting meetings. She would never not appreciate Hops’ hand-me-downs, even if they were way too damn big. She made downsizing her clothes a hobby anyways.

With that notion, she didn’t bother to change her outfit before hopping into the car and starting her drive to the mall. As always, she drove five miles under the speed limit – something Hops trained her to do. However, she always wondered why the cars behind her honked sporadically and drove only a centimeter distance between their vehicle and her own. When she asked her dad he said, “Don’t worry about it, they’re the ones that wind up in the ditch.” And because she didn’t want to wind up in a ditch, she sometimes drove another five miles below when the road was crowded. For some reason, this made even more honks sound in the distance.

She parked as far away from the building as possible, fearing someone might scratch the car up – or something that would undoubtedly get Hops’ panties in a twist. Turning off the engine, Seven sighed, anxiety had been building the whole ride there – and not solely because of the stream of honks that followed her during the drive. She threw her head back against the seat, her heart pounding as she envisioned the same chipper grin he’d given her the beginning of the summer, despite the red of his cheeks that she later discovered was a result of embarrassment. The kids told her that he was embarrassed of his uniform, but she herself thought it was adorable – she’d never seen that kind of outfit before, and really didn’t know what a sailor was until someone explained. When he first shouted “Ahoy, young lady.” Her eyebrows furrowed and struggled finding the words to respond with. When Steve’s face flushed an even brighter red, the kids she’d came with snickered.

She closed her eyes and spoke a silent promise to herself; I will not embarrass myself. I will not embarrass Steve. I will not be the cause of Robin calling him a dingus. As a matter of fact, I will not go in the store. Her eyelids then fluttered open, finally grabbing onto the handle of the car door and getting out the mini sauna it quickly became under the summer sun.

Marching to the automated glass door of the building, something that still fascinated her to this day (although this time she did not feel compelled to step in and out of the building to entertain herself for thirty minutes before Hops found and asked her what the hell she was doing). Her pace quickened as she strode across the brightly lit store fronts, her eyes staring straight ahead. Her mission was Scoop’s Ahoy, and it wasn’t long before she neared the neon ice cream signs and slowed her pace.

Wanting to relish her drive-by, she slowly carried herself across the space, side eying the interior of the store. A frown found its way to her lips when she didn’t see that beautiful big head she’d come all the way here to see. Actually, no one was at the counter. Disappointment settled in the pit of her stomach as she passed the storefront all together. Sighing, her pace slowed even more as her gaze drifted to the floor. That is, before she her name being called.

“Hey, Sev!” She recognized that voice as Robin’s. Looking up, said girl strode to her, a big grin on full display. “Come to see your favorite dingus?” She winked, causing Seven’s face to heat up. “N-No, I-“ She stammered, “I-I was just passing by.” Robin hummed as an eyebrow of hers perked up. “Oh really, where were you heading exactly?” It took more seconds than it should have for Seven to come up with an excuse, for she really didn’t know any of the names of the other stores in the mall – she hadn’t even been in any aside from Scoop’s.

Robin giggled at Seven’s struggle, a knowing look present in her gaze. Seven didn’t even need to grasp a tendril to know what the girl was thinking. “Right-“ She cooed, the playfulness in her tone rising drastically. “Well, I had just gone off the girl’s room, but now I gotta get back to work.” She then stepped forward and turned her head back to Seven. “You know, the dingus is here too. Why don’t you come say hi?” She winked once more before scurrying back into the store, likely a tad late after her extended break.

Seven’s stomach flipped repeatedly, knowing Robin would undoubtedly declare her presence to Steve. The mischievous teen would likely tell him that Seven seemed to want to come to Scoop’s Ahoy specifically, and she worried if she didn’t show then he’d wonder if she didn’t want to see him – which she did, very much so, but also didn’t want him to think she wanted to very much so. Oof, she really needs to work on how to counter Robin’s tricks.

Taking a breath, Seven exhaled as she leaned her shoulder against the nearest wall. She might as well get it over with. Then, she lifted herself and took her time walking towards the neon signs once more. Her heart was racing as she turned her head to peek in, and she was instantly greeted with the big grin on Robin’s face and a head of hair with a white little sailor’s cap on top sticking out from behind an ice cream display shelf.

She watched as her friend said something Seven couldn’t hear over to the same sailor hat wearing figure looming next to her. Next thing you know, Steve’s pretty face came into view, a grin of his own tugging at his lips as he spotted Seven still peeping inside. Her stomach was doing summersaults as she dared to step into the store, but his smile still coaxed her in. Once she was near the counter, he rejoiced, “Ahoy there, pretty lady.” He spoke, her face flushing at the compliment and her heart racing from just being within the same room as him. “You too.” She said too quickly, immediately regretting her choice of words as her blush spread.

However, it seems as if he’s gotten better used to her anxiousness. “Why thank you,” His eye contact never faltering. “My bad day just got better.” She smiled and added, “Why’s that?” Robin snickered then, shaking her head as she began looking over the register. Steve threw his coworker a quick scowl before turning back to Seven, the smile back on his handsome face. “Well, seeing a pretty girl like you always gets me back into the swing of things.” Seven’s smile grew wider, and he noted to himself that he needed to compliment her directly, otherwise it goes right over her pretty little head.

“You made my day better too.” She added, now picking at the buttons of her shirt to try and relieve some of that nervous energy. “Oh really,” He quirked a brow, “You know how this day could get even better?” She picked her head up from where they were focused on her anxious fingers to that endearing set of brown eyes that looked back at her. “What?” She asked sweetly. “If you would be so kind as to accompany me to a movie at-“ Suddenly, the shout of his name caused Steve to look past her, Seven turning to see too.

A set of pearly white teeth, curly brown hair, and what seemed to be a boy scout uniform greeted them as the boy waltzed his way right up to the counter next to Seven. It took Steve a moment to double back to reality, slightly annoyed by the interruption, but he couldn’t stop the grin from forming as he shouted “Henderson! I missed you buddy.” Seven smiled as she watched the two reunite. Hugs ensued before Dustin turned to give Seven a hug of her own. “Missed you too, Sev.” He said, and she smiled. “Same her.” She stated, not noticing the way Steve looked at her and younger boy – a mix of contentment and slight, and I mean very slight, jealousy written on his features. He’ll have to get back at the little shithead for interrupting him asking out the girl he’s been trying to score a date with for nearly a year.

Sensing that she should probably leave to let the boys catch up, she backed away and cleared her voice. “I’m really happy to see you again, Dustin.” The boy grinned at her before she turned to look at both Steve and Robin. “And you two, but I guess I should get going.” Steve nearly sputtered as she turned to walk away, Dustin throwing him a bamboozled look as the older boy nearly toppled over the counter to reach out to her.

“Oh, wait uh, hey!” He called out, causing Seven to stop in her tracks. Steve swallowed nervously as he watched her look at him in surprise. “Do you, do you-“ It took him a moment to think, “Uh, want to go with the movies with me tonight?” He said, a nervous smile gracing his lips. “It’s a comedy!” He added, and she smiled back at him, and he braced himself for another round of anxious rejection she always served him.

However, this time nothing stopped her from saying what she always wanted to. “Of course,” She stated simply, “What time?” Don’t be fooled, her heart is about to burst from how fast its beating and she even surprised herself with how she so easily accepted his proposal. His eyes widened, bewilderment adorned his face from the surprise acceptance as his brain scrambled to answer back.

“Hm, how about 7?” He grinned, mentally patting himself on the back at his smooth recovery. She nodded quickly, this time she knew better than to answer back as if he was saying her name instead of a time. “That’d be great!” Hearing that, he had to resist the ‘hell yeah’ that resounded in the back of his mind as he said, “I’ll pick you up around 6:40 then.” She nodded once more, sealing the deal and neither of them could be happier.

“Wow, so you finally got that date, huh?” Dustin sounded once Seven had left the store, his arms crossed as he watched Steve continue to stare in the direction in which she left even after she’d already disappeared. “Uh, um, yeah.” He snapped out of his thoughts and turned to his good friend who seemed annoyed, yet happy for him at the same time. “I’m impressed,” Robin suddenly stepped in, apparently Steven hadn’t notice her go in the back and get the white marker board that presented “You Suck, and You Rule” on either side.

There were at least 10 tally marks on the side of “You Suck,” all of which indicated how many times he’s tried and failed to get Seven to go out with him. But now, finally, he watched as Robin slowly opened a marker and mark that first tally under “You Rule.” She smirked as she put the cap back on.

“Now let’s see how many more you can get, if any.”

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Magical devices of Thedas -part II-

In part I i went over some of the better known magical devices, many of which can be traced back to the ancient elves. But what about the mages empire, Tevinter? Even if we haven’t seen Tevinter first-hand (yet), we’ve seen a thing or two from them. First, a couple more elven items that couldn’t make it into part I, and then we’re tackling Tevinter.

(Warning: possibly spoilers for all games and comics)

Mask of Fen’harel: A mask fashioned after a wolf’s face with some interesting carvings, originally in possession of a Dalish clan somewhere in the Free Marches. It appears in the miniseries Dragon Age: Redemption. While some basic lore details were overlooked and the Qun aspect of it clashes a bit with the Qun players know from the games, it was surprisingly consistent on this one item. The Dalish clan is not named but they were camping near Kirkwall. Doesn’t seem to be Merrill’s clan but i’m not sure on the timeline either so i’ll skip this bit.

In the series an escaped saarebas is after the mask and eventually acquires it, using it first on a wolf statue causing the mask to reveal the mouth part of it, and later at an altar in Sundermount.

Surprisingly enough what the mask does is open a green light portal on the Veil that opens in the sky (a la Breach from Inquisition, but less messy), and is activated by a blood sacrifice ( a messy one but still not as messy as the Divine’s). Eventually the mask is destroyed during the final fight. This series introduces a character we meet again in Dragon Age 2’s DLC Mark of the Assassin ( Tallis), so this is way before Dragon Age Inquisition, yet we have very similar elements here.

Red lyrium idol: Honorable mention on this list since I already covered this one extensively on an earlier post.

Tevinter artifacts:

Based on what we’ve seen in Inquisition and Jaws of Hakkon DLC, I dare say Tevinter has some form of technology that requires electricity or some other form of energy to function. Only in their case it’s most likely magic. Basically, i suspect Tevinter has magitek. So we get Tevinter objects that resemble machinery, with glowing bits and no idea what they’re used for, because for the most part these things are scattered in some areas as decor and very rarely acknowledged at all.

I’ll focus on three example areas where some can be found: a cave in the Western Approach, in the Frostback Basin from Jaws of Hakkon DLC, and in the Darvaarad from Trespasser as part of the Qunari magical artifacts research.

In a cave in the Western Approach we see what could easily be a small red lyrium mining site, with what could be a drill, connected to something that resembles an engine. Again, some parts glow. If Tevinters can do almost anything with (blood) magic, why wire a drill to an engine? Why not simply move the drill with magic alone? Things like this are what make me suspect magitek could be an actual thing in Tevinter.

Right after entering the cave we see a Tevinter metal chest with glowing pieces.

Then in the Forstback Basin we have the “trail markers”, a series of devices that connect to each other across the area with what seems to be electricity, leading up to a gate mechanism. It’s similar in a way to how the Astrarium caves are opened. When activated with the lever at the back, these markers shoot a beam of power to the next marker, and so on until reaching the one located outside the gate.

Finally, in the Darvaraad tower there are some cells occupied with a collection of random items, some of which are clearly Tevinter, machine-like, and have glowing parts. What could they be used for, I have no idea but they’re there and the Qunari considered them worthy of research.

The engine-like device seen in that cell is seen too at Suledin Keep in Emprise du Lion,

I suspect the insect-like object is a lamp or heater, there’s one on each table and seems to have a handle in the back to carry it around. The object next to it looks like an orrery, an astronomical model and if it is then colour me intrigued about all its elements! I recently found out Thedas is supposed to have two moons, the main one so far unnamed and the secondary one named Satina, even if in game we only ever see one, but this model seems to confirm this ( yes, not necessarily a magical artifact, but for all we know it could be!)

Also in Emprise du Lion we find another special chest and this one practically looks alien:

Claws of Dumat:

Not to be confused with Dumat’s Claw (a dagger from DAO Awakening), it’s this big structure we find in the Fade in DAI but also in other places like the Frostback Basin and somewhere in the Deep Roads. Refered to as “an altar (…) hungry for blood” by one of Corypheus’ servants, it seems it was a necessary item to perform the blood magic ritual of the Magister Sideral to enter the Fade . “There are shackles across the top of the great altar, and pools lined with runes beneath the claws”. Sounds like it was an over the top blood extraction device.

Magrallen:

Speaking of over the top blood extraction devices...Not much is known about this strange piece. It makes an appearance in the Alistair comics, and seems it’s used to in some way harness the magical power of special blood like the one King Maric has thanks to one of his ancestors who may or may have not mixed his own blood with that of a great dragon. It’s a big device that drains the person’s blood to be used for magic; in the comics a magister is draining Maric dry to use the power of his blood to take over the Fade, as Magisters do. So there we have it again, as it was with the Magisters Sidereal and their many sacrificed elven slaves, as seen with the Mask of Fen’ Harel and Corypheus’ actions at the Conclave: blood magic grants access to the Fade. *suspicions that Solas used blood magic to create the Veil increase*

The Sarcophagus:

Most likely of elvhen origin, it’s the device Danarius uses to mark Fenris with lyrium. Seen in the recent comic Blue Wraith, it seems to work coupled with a sword that may have bits of lyrium in it as well. In the comic Danarius has Fenris go inside the Sarcophagus and once it closes on him, uses a sword to lock it, which glows blue and causes the device to brand Fenris with his lyrium markings. I always thought the markings were done like actual tattoos but using lyrium instead of ink, so I was surprised to see it’s the work of a golden Tevinter/Elvhen spikeless iron maiden.

Considering vallaslin are “blood writings” and were originally used to brand slaves, and seeing this device works with lyrium which is titan blood, it’s possible Danarius’ method resembles more closely what the ancient elvhen used than what the Dalish could remember.

Astrariums:

These are devices scattered throughout the map that allow the viewing of constellations of stars.

Possibly vestiges from a Tevinter cult, primarily located in frontier areas, of magisters who believed in the destruction of the Magisterium, wishing to return to an era of Dreamers (Somniari) rule. It’s unclear (and unlikely) if they were Dreamers themselves, or just mages who disapproved of the institution of the Magisterium and how it appointed the Magister title to some and not to others. The Astrariums found are part of a locking system for caves holding secret cashes of this cult, found all over Thedas as in pre Andrastian times the Tevinter Imperium expanded over much of the continent. Only those with the knowledge (i.e. the cult members) would be able to unlock them, considering ancient astronomy was not en vogue at the time.

Later some Andrastian cults sought out and destroyed many of the Astrariums as remnants of Tevinter presence in Thedas. The Order of the Fiery Promise, for instance, believed the Astrariums held together the Veil so destroying them would bring it down resulting in the destruction of the world (something they aimed at, as they believed the world must be destroyed so it can be reborn again as a paradise). It is unknown why the Order had such an idea, until the Breach there was nothing to indicate the Veil is sustained in place by earthly devices of any kind, let alone that the barrier that has only been forced open by means of gruesome and powerful magic can be easily destroyed by non-mages taking down these artifacts. There seems to be a misunderstanding on their part, maybe they confused the Astrariums with the elven artifacts (see part I).

Message crystals:

Last but not least we have message crystals, as seen in DAI if you sided with the Templars and go after Calpernia. Dorian refers to it as “a dwarven relic for storing memories” and mentions they’re extremely rare. We see mention of one again in the epilogue of Trespasser, that Dorian uses to communicate with the Inquisitor when he goes back to Tevinter.

According to Dagna these crystals “preserve voices or a likeness, memories”. However, she proposes splitting it in two may allow for it to transmit from one piece to the other in real time. They may be very rare, but now Thedas has its own version of mobile phones.

And that’s all i can think of for now! I’m super intrigued about Tevinter, Tevinter Nights was great but doesn’t really stop to discuss Tevinter magical gadgets and that’s one part of what i’m most curious about: how they live their daiyly lives in the part of that world that allows magic to go high and beyond. We’ve heard of the excesses but how do they manage on a day to day basis? Surely they have slaves and servants, but that’s the Magisters and Altus. What of the Laetans? How do they do their laundry? How do they bake a cake? How is it living in a city that uses magic to have street lights on at night? Do they use a magical AC to stay cool in the sumer? That sort of thing. I’m currently doing some research for another discussion topic i haven’t seen explored before (two, actually) and i’m so amazed by how much i keep finding in these games after years of playing and reading, and love to share it all.

If you made it this far, thank you so much for reading.

#dragon age #thedas #magic #tevinter #spoilers #lore #dragon age 4

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