#they speak a sonnet together the first time they meet!
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"Romeo and Juliets romance is just so unrealistic! It's not what a romance is like in MY experience!"
Oh? Oh really? You, adult living in 2022, you never went to a fancy Venetian masquerade in the 1590s and met a mysterious stranger and then your first conversation spontaneously forms a perfect sonnet? That's not a totally relatable experience for you?
Is Macbeth unrealistic because of the witches? Is Midsummer unrealistic because of the love potion?
Like, there's no explicit magic in Romeo and Juliet, but it still exists in a heightened reality, and overlooking the role that language plays within the text itself kneecaps your analysis of the intent.
When we hear of Romeo, his dad and friends are discussing his recent sad mood- he's upset because the girl he likes has no interest in him. His friends try to distract him from it with a party, but dont really seem to...connect with or fully empathize with his sadness. When we first hear of Juliet, her father and Paris are planning her marriage (without her input.) They are both talked about but not really listened to. The way they are spoken about isolates them from others.
Then they meet, and with no knowledge of each other, not even their names, they click into perfect rhythm. They finish each other rhymes. They form perfect ABAB quatrains in conversation, their sentences form a rhyming *couplet* at the end.
You know the song Ana sings with Hans in Frozen? Love is an open door? We finish each others- Sandwiches? Yeah- it's riffing on this. The idea that you meet someone perfect and right away your souls can make poetry together. The immediate intimacy of being so in sync that your introduction is a love poem.
I don't know, yall. Romeo and Juliet isn't a gritty hyper-realistic Oscar nominated docu-drama. It teters on the edge of fairy tale and myth, it leans on its language to convey deeper emotional truths that a 5 act play doesn't have the time to develop as deeply as we, in our world of movie montages and long form TV, are more accustomed to. This isn't a slow burn, pining, enemies to friends to lovers. It's soul mates love at first sight, and when you accept that, the play can get on with the business of saying what it wants to say about hate and the cycle of violence and social rules and decorum and how grudges and blood fueds can destroy the magic in the world if we let it.
"It doesn't matter if they are really in love. They should be allowed to be stupid hormonal teenagers without dying" I see many people say, and while I think that sentiment is true, I DO think it matters that they are in love. I think it matters that their meeting sparks a sonnet, and that poetry is snuffed out by the violence around them.
I think it matters that what they had wasn't an arranged marriage or a "good match" made by approving friends- that it was spontaneous and instant and inexplicable, but that the world couldn't let that be because it defied all the rules. Because it wasn't set up by parents and wasn't politically convenient, because it wasn't part of a proper, prolonged courtship with chaperones and social approval- it was love and poetry that defied all of that and so it was snuffed out. That they are pushed to such extremes not just by the killings, but by Juliets impending engagement to Paris, they have to act now because their love doesnt fit into the proper pattern set out by society- I think that matters.
#romeo and juliet#im all for modern remakes that take whatever modern readings they want#but Im hesitant to AGREE with all the grown ups in the play that their love cant be real because it didnt happen the right way#they speak a sonnet together the first time they meet!
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hey ok ok here it goes please: i was wondering if you could make a thor x plus size reader where. she was one of his online friends when he was chubby and drunk. and then he didnt update his profile picture so you thought he would look like chubby thor when you both decided to meet in person. but he actual was normal fit thor when he showed up and the plus size reader is afraid to accept a date from him thinking its all a joke. no one could like her in her head and she didnt wanna get hurt from him thinking he couldnt like her being plus size and thor being all charming and loving and thinks she looks like a goddess? idk something like that?
My Goddess
A/N: Dear god I'm so sorry. I have fallen off the face of the planet and have left this amazing ask in my box for literal months. Anyway... I hope you like this I've been working on it for a while.
Pairing: Thor x PlusSize!reader
Word Count: ~1,600
You were nervous, beyond nervous. Even though it had been probably five years since you had gone on a date you were going on a date with a guy you had only ever seen pictures of. Through a convoluted chain of friends who knew friends who knew single friends, you had been given the number Thor. Yes, that Thor, the God of Thunder himself, actual Avenger, and totally hottie Thor.
No matter what his reputation was he was very sweet. He talked to you all the time, the two of you texted and called and had been speaking for about six months now. The distance had been off-putting at first, you were in New York City working your dream job and he was leading his people in New Asgard halfway across the world. Regardless you had made it work, even with the time difference.
You had exchanged some pictures about two weeks in and while you were surprised at the shape the actual God was in you found him arguably even more attractive with the bit of gut he had grown. He had told you about his battle with his mental health, how losing his brother and the battle with Thanos had taken a toll on his confidence in himself. He confided in you that he didn’t feel fit to be a King, that he thought he had let his people down, and that he knew he had let himself go but he didn’t see the point in training anymore.
You sent pictures of yourself in exchange and also revealed your insecurities. How you thought that you were too much in every way, too loud, too big, too opinionated. That the messages you had received from the people in your life had torn you down and that you sometimes struggled to hold the pieces together. You both bonded over your vulnerabilities and for the first time in a very long time, you were happy.
At first, you had expected him to stop talking to you, it had been a good run and you were happy that you had talked to the literal legend at all. But the sight of your body had been a turn-off for so many before, you didn’t think a literal god would be any different. But he just praised you for your beauty and continued flirting with you. He made you feel stunning with the way he articulated his thoughts about you. He spoke in sonnets and was generous with his praise. You had never been in a relationship like that before, sure you had had boyfriends before but they never waxed poetic about you. Your weight was always something to be looked over because your personality was so great.
They hadn’t liked you because of your body but despite it.
Thor wasn’t like that, he was charismatic and charming, you supposed that came with the territory of being a prince. He was also terrifying.
The first time he asked to meet up in person was a few days after you sent over the first picture. He had told you how much he loved talking with you and that he wanted to spend time with you in person and show you a good time. He had told you he could come to New York, that he wanted to just see you, to hold you, to be with you. You had turned him down.
It wasn’t that you didn’t want to meet him because you would be crazy to not want to be wrapped up in his arms, not only was he one of the most amazing guys you had ever met but he treated you well (and he was a god). It was just your insecurity that kept you from meeting in person, your worries about yourself always got in the way. And they continued to get in the way until you got a little too tipsy one night and dared yourself to invite him out dancing. You woke up the next morning with a massive hangover and a place and time to meet the God of Thunder.
That led you to tonight, meeting Thor at one of the more relaxed clubs near your place in an outfit that had taken way too long to settle on being nervous as hell. You knew that you would recognize him when he walked through the door, he was pretty distinct even without all the fame. But your anxiety had you arriving half an hour early and now you were just sitting and waiting for the moment he walked through the double doors opposite of the bar you were currently residing at.
What you weren’t expecting was the beefy Viking-esque hero who had waltzed in the door. He looked good. He looked more than good, he looked majestic. He looked thinner than in his photo.
You had heard about the second battle the Avengers had had with Thanos, you had tearfully thanked Thor over the phone when you had received an extremely confused text from your little brother who had been dusted the five years prior. You just didn’t think that Thor getting back into the Avenging game would mean that he would zap back into perfect shape this soon. After all, it had only been about a month.
But here he was. Decked out in a black button-up with the sleeves rolled about three-quarters of the way. Dark jeans that hugged his ass just right and some deep red sneakers that looked to be somewhat well-worn. His golden hair was braided intricate and adorned with metal rings and beads to hold it into place. He had shaved his beard you clocked, and the long locks that cascaded off his face were replaced with a closer cut, it was still there but it was much neater, and you could see even more of his beautiful, beautiful face.
It took several seconds to decide on whether or not to flee. This was not the guy you had agreed to meet, you agreed to meet the soft man who was vulnerable with you, this was a warrior who commanded attention. The attention you weren’t sure you wanted on yourself.
In the time you took debating with yourself and making an escape plan, he had noticed you and made his way over to where you were seated at the end of the bar.
“Your pictures did not do you justice, you are even more angelic in person” his words caught you off guard and sent a jolt up your spine and right into your cheeks, turning them crimson. You took another sip of your drink and placed your cup down on top of the napkin laying on the bar.
“Neither do yours, You're much… taller than I thought you’d be.” He laughs at your words and leans his hip against the bar in front of you. His upper body encroached in on your space and sent more blood rushing toward your cheeks.
In a sudden moment of vulnerability, he looks into your eyes and asks “Is that a problem? Me being too… tall?” You know what he was asking, he had changed and he knows that. He was asking if you still wanted him. If you wanted to be with him now even though he was no longer the man in the pictures whom you have connected to.
“No, no I don’t think it is” You smile and place your hand on his. The smile that lights up his face is more than enough for you to know you said the right thing.
The two of you talk and talk all evening. He charms you and you charm him right back. You feel like a live wire, energy coursing through your veins. He is a drug and you are already an addict, but there is something that holds you back.
“I have to ask,” you started “Why did you want to meet me?” apparently it was your turn to be vulnerable. “I know I’m not exactly the most gorgeous woman out there” You duck your head and get suddenly get very interested in your drink. You think this is your fourth, maybe it’s your fifth you can’t remember. Either way, you're feeling floaty and need to know what’s going on in his brain before this goes any further.
He places two of his fingers under your chin and lifts until your eyes meet his. “I wanted to meet you because you have bewitched me. Your beauty is beyond measure, I have traveled the nine realms and have never beheld a more marvelous visage than when I was graced with your image. You have captured my heart with your wit and charm and most importantly you have made me want to be better.” His words stole the air from your lungs and there was only one thing you could think to do.
You lunged forward and grabbed his face with your hands, you placed your lips on his and closed your eyes, waiting and praying for him to reciprocate your bold move. You didn’t have to wait for very long, in the next moment his fingers had woven into your hair and his tongue was swiping against the crease of your lips.
It felt otherworldly, you and he wrapped up in each other, as cliche as it sounded everything but you two fell away. You could live like this, you could die like this and you would go happily. Eventually, you two had to separate, even gods had to breathe.
Your foreheads met one another and he chuckled against you.
“My goddess” he had whispered in between the two of you.
You kissed him again.
#plus size reader#plus size!reader#fluff#marvel fanfiction#fanfic#x reader#thor odinson#thor x plus size reader#thor x you#thor x reader
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relationship hcs ; clotted cream cookie
requested by ; anonymous (08/05/23)
fandom(s) ; cookie run
fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific
character(s) ; clotted cream cookie
outline ; “may i request some clotted cream cookie relationship hcs please? thanks!”
warning(s) ; none, just fluff!
this man’s love language is 100% gift giving — like he’s spoil you rotten and then some
your wardrobe is always filled with the latest fashions, your jewellery box is overflowing with riches from overseas, your stomach is always filled with the heartiest and tastiest of foods and your home is filled with trinkets and nicknacks that speak to your tastes
he usually ends up waking up extremely early, and when he does he’ll always leave a handwritten note on his pillow reaffirming his love for you and asking you to meet him for lunch
keeps you up to date with his work schedule so that you’re always keyed in on where he is and what he’s doing
leaves love letters tucked away in the pages of your favourite books — most of which are written in a sonnet format as he’s a better poet than he’s given credit for
the centrepiece of your home is a painting of the two of you in a living embrace that he had commissioned for your anniversary
takes you out on dates regularly — like he never stops dating you, even after you moved in together
if you have longer hair then he’ll keep a ribbon or hair tie on him at all times in case you need one and forget to take some with you
prefers to use traditional nicknames like ‘darling’ or ‘my love’
keeps the first letter you ever sent to him in a frame on his desk at work — something to keep him motivated through the trials and tribulations he faces as a head of the republic and using it as something to make him smile
would lend you his jacket or coat in a heartbeat if you were cold or if it was raining and you forgot your own
always takes the day off to care for you when you’re ill — or if he’s physically unable to, then he’ll send financier cookie to look after you
makes sure that your fridge is never empty of your favourite foods and actually teaches himself how to cook your favourite meals and desserts to surprise you on date nights
loves laying across your lap and listening to you speak — whether you’re reading a book, recounting your day or just ranting about something
if you stroke his hair whilst you do this, then he’ll start quietly humming in contentment and may even just fall asleep
tends to sleep on his back but he isn’t opposed to spooning if he’s in the right mood
#sleepingdeath#gender neutral reader#fluff#fluff hcs#crk fluff#crk x reader#cookie run fluff#cookie run x reader#clotted cream cookie x reader#clotted cream cookie fluff
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Love Surpasses
Since the day Jay met you, no scribing would make him as happy as writing sonnets describing your heavenly beauty. When you end up betrothed to another and marriages between the classes become outlawed, you’re sure it’s over. But Jay is determined and luckily there’s some Saint guy marrying people anyway— inspired by the story of Saint valentines as a valentines gift bc jay is everyone’s official husband 🤷🏻♀️ this is a historical au even if Saint Valentine was in Rome and this is set as imperial Korea… just don’t question it
The first time Jay had ever laid eyes on you was during the sixth hour of his meeting with the imperial commanders. It was a summer day, and the castle had just welcomed fifty new apprentices into its gates to handle the never-ending work that needed to be done for the imperial family.
This included four new scribes-in-training, including Jay. They were currently listening to the current scribe, a nearly eighty year old man drone on about the importance of writing as an art form and their sacred duty to the emperor if they were skilled enough to be chosen as the main scribe after him. Before this, they had listened to the imperial messenger, the imperial gardener, and the imperial conductor.
The room they were in was large, but not large enough to fit almost all fifty of the apprentices. All of the young boys were now starting to blink back sleep, and Jay himself was barely awake by the time the door opened, and the warm sunlight peeking through onto his face might have been the only thing keeping him from regretting every life choice he’d ever made.
“Jihoon Oppa, I would like to officially present my new waiting ladies in training.”
It’s one of the main noble ladies of the castle, Sojin, and she bows deeply before promenading her line of young girls into the room.
The other apprentices immediately start chattering, seeing the girls being the first exciting thing to happen to them since walking into the large main room.
In comes about ten girls, all dressed in their formal attire and looking just as beautiful as expected.
In fact, Jay doesn’t blink an eye until he sees you at the end of the line.
Your cheeks are flushed and your hair isn’t nearly as neat as the others, a pesky curl dangling into your eye. You try to move it discreetly with a tilt of your head and a breath aimed up.
When it flutters back down next to your eye this time, Jay swears he’s never seen anything more beautiful. The bashful smile on your face when you notice his staring, and the way you bow respectfully to all of the apprentices, not just the trainers.
Screw important events and treaties, Jay thinks he’ll spend the rest of his life writing sickly sweet love poems about the girl with the pesky hair and glimmering smile. In fact, he thinks about writing sonnets for you until the day his hands can no longer hold a pencil.
He kept that thought in his head for the entire rest of the meeting, when the leaders said that the apprentices would be seeing you ladies around the castle a lot but it was very frowned upon to fraternize together. Jay didn’t care, because even if he were never allowed to speak to you, he would be happy with a lifetime of admiring.
It was two weeks before he saw you again, and three months until he found himself welcoming the disapproving looks of his elders in order to speak to you.
Now, a year later, Jay is one step away from becoming the imperial scribe.
The man who’d given that speech so long ago had passed on, and now the apprentices who’d survived this long were up for his official position.
Jay was a shoo-in.
He’d excelled in all of his training, shadowed Jihoon on multiple occasions, and had an overall spotless reputation.
Almost.
“Jay, you can’t be here!” You whisper, scolding him even if there’s a smile on your face.
“Why? Are you not happy to see me?”
You hurry him into your small home area, swiveling your head once more out the door to make sure no one saw.
“Of course I’m happy to see you, but you’re an idiot! You’re supposed to be keeping a distance from me! What if the elders see?”
Ever since he’d seen you, it’s been hard to draw Jay away from your presence— a fact the elders were aware of.
“And I’m a betrothed woman! People will get the wrong idea if they see you in here with me alone!”
He grins, pulling you by your hips towards himself to wrap both arms around your waist.
“Then I guess I’ll have no choice but to marry you to save your purity.”
You roll your eyes.
“Jay, you literally wrote the new law. You know we’ll never be allowed to marry.”
He hears the tears in your voice even if he can’t see them from where it’s tucked into his chest.
“You’re the only woman I’d ever want to marry. I would take a stoning if it meant I get to die as your husband.”
You smack him with all the strength you can muster.
“You can’t just throw words around like that!”
He pulls back momentarily to glance down at your shining eyes and pink nose.
“I’m being serious. I heard about a Saint guy— Valentine. He’s been traveling from town to town marrying anyone who wants it before the law goes into effect. He’s going to be in Daegu from tomorrow until Saturday.”
He’s holding your cheeks, and your tears roll over his thumbs.
“Are you being serious? What about the scribe position? You could be a high noble.”
He wipes your eyes, kissing both eyelids as they flutter shut at his soft touch.
“I don’t care. I don’t want to be anything more than I want to be your husband.”
At that you’re crashing your lips into his, and he welcomes the affection wholeheartedly, wrapping his arms tight around your waist and dipping you down.
“Practicing for the wedding already?” He questions giddily when the two of you pull away, and you flash him the same blinding smile he originally fell in love with.
The two of you make a deal that night— to leave on Thursday night for Daegu, using the most indiscreet chariot in the imperial fleet (thank goodness Jay had become friends with the apprentice who took over that job), be married by Friday night and outside of the territory by Saturday.
You had enough gifts of jewelry and expensive silk from the men who’d tried to court you to have money for a shelter and food until Jay could get a job.
And the first painting on your wall, bought with the money from his first paycheck, was a snippet of Jay's vows— “no stones can break us when my love for you is greater than the earthly confines.”
#i kinda hate this#but at the same time I don’t#I’ll probably delete it in like two days honestly 😭😭#enhypen jay x reader#enhypen x female reader#enhypen jay#enhypen jay fluff#enhypen fluff#enhypen drabbles#enhypen scenarios#enhypen jay scenarios#enhypen jay drabbles#enhypen x you
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what do you think suzumutsu's love languages are? for juuzou i think receiving gifts/acts of service makes sense, at least with his friends in general (haise hanbee his squad etc) but i feel like it might be something different with people that he's the closest to, like tooru or shinohara. and as for tooru's main love languages i'd probably say words of affirmation and quality time but what do you think?
You are one astute cookie, anon! Let me just preface by saying I agree with you so hard, on all of this, but let me tell you why.
for juuzou i think receiving gifts/acts of service makes sense, at least with his friends in general (haise hanbee his squad etc) but i feel like it might be something different with people that he's the closest to, like tooru or shinohara.
Suzuya is easy. I have no doubt his love language, at least his main one, is physical touch. However, there is a reason why he might seem like a gifts/acts of service guy, or even be one secondary to touch, and that's because he is a hands-on type of person to whom tangible, concrete actions speak much louder than words. Gifts and actions, particularly the right ones for him (read: practical, delicious, or fun) also fit that description.
It's hard to pull evidence for this because he is truly close to such a small circle of people, but iirc the first gesture of genuine affection we see him give anyone is the goodnight kiss he lays on Shinohara's forehead in the hospital. In the trivia Ishida shares with us, his favorite things in both series are things that engage his senses, hide-and-seek, throwing his work partner, sweets, and of course hunting ghouls. I think in his relationships, he likes forms of affection that engage and indulge his senses too.
I think you hit the nail on the head when you say his preferred love language is reserved for the people he is closest to, though. It's less about a hierarchical ladder of closeness, as social rules and norms of that kind are not instinctive to him, but until he is as close to someone as he is to Mutsuki and Shinohara, how is he supposed to know that if he gets physically close enough to someone to touch them, in any way, they won't turn around and tell everyone “that twisted cat-killer tried to hurt me!”
Gifts and acts of service are definitely viable runners up, since they are also things he can do for, like you said, his friends and squad with his own two hands. As a recipient, they are also actions that speak to him coming from those people. So they meet some of those things that matter to him in the world of affection while being less liable to fuck him over if extended to the wrong person.
and as for tooru's main love languages i'd probably say words of affirmation and quality time but what do you think?
Mutsuki, at least to me, is a tougher one to figure out, but I'm going to agree with you. Words of affirmation and quality time, though I'm going to call quality time his main one. For a while, I thought it was acts of service, but I think all the nice things he does in canon are a case of “if he writes her a sonnet, he loves her, but if he writes her 20 sonnets, he loves sonnets.” So what makes the special people in his life different from a complete stranger he would sacrifice his life for because he values helping others? What sets them apart in my eyes is appreciation, recognition, and attention.
Off the top of my head, Haise was always so nice to him and they had a lot of time alone together on account of the other Qs doing their own things, or nothing, all the time. Shirazu confided in him, and Mutsuki gave him verbal reassurance, yes, but it was also the listening and sharing things Shirazu felt like he couldn't tell anyone else, just the two of them, that mattered. And of course, Suzuya took the time to train and mentor him and Mutsuki continued to spend time with him and the squad after that.
A compliment or a simple “thank you” for those nice things he does might make his heart flutter and as long as it's not a grand spectacle with an audience to stare at him, he does cherish those kind words. Give him any one-on-one moment to make him feel appreciated and worthy of undivided attention, though, and he might just melt, even if it's as simple as pulling him aside for that “thank you” rather than spitting it out offhand without so much as stopping what you're doing to say it. Combine the two, like spending a low-key but special night in with him because he's been working so hard to do so much good for people and deserves to be appreciated, and tell him so on no uncertain terms... he won't ever let that go.
#answers#anon#suzumutsu#juuzou suzuya#mutsuki tooru#its a guilty pleasure and in no way reflects my opinions on irl law enforcement but answering these in depth asks#makes me feel like i'm on criminal minds delivering the profile#mutsuki tooru is the one character to truly make me question my aceness because whoa am i obsessed with the thought of making him *melt*
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Tagged by @wishflower4 (I had not done been tagged before because I lurk on the internet like a pond frog)
And I'm gonna tag @makesometime who will likely get far more interaction than I do and may have done it before <3
Rules: Go to your published works on AO3 and list the first fic you ever published there, the last fic you published, any fic that you wrote for a fandom/ship only once, your favorite fic you wrote in the fandom/ship that has the most works, the fic you wish more people read, the fic you agonized over the most, the fic that sprang fully formed from your mind without any effort, and a work you are proud of—for whatever reason.
First fic published on Ao3: A Moment Eternal with @iguanastevens March 2021, just post Magnus Finale when we were sad and got into aggressive poetry battles on RQO
Last fic published: You're my delusion Jarthur Malevolent fic and also my 69th! So.. so it's 69ing.
Fandom/ship I only wrote once: The mechanisms, and I'm not linking it because though it's not terrible it's also not one I like to think about too often, Silver Tongued Devil if you want to go find it.
Favorite fic in most popular fandom/ship: The Magnus Archives is the most popular fandom I've written for and I guess my favourite is A Soft, Consuming Embrace as it was the first true narrative fic I ever published, John wakes up to find the Lonely rushed in to fill the Eye's space.
Fic I wish more people read: Hmmmmm, I'm gonna be cheeky and say the RQBB Fic I wrote with @makesometime: A Chance To Run because I think it's a really solid narrative that is a love letter to RQG and it came at a time when the fandom was waning but I believe holds its own and Zolf and Oscar deserve their gin soaked speak easy. It can also be read as either SFW or exceedingly NSFW based on chapter headings and I think to be able to weave that together in the chapters was really cool of us.
Fic I agonized over: If I were being glib I'd say all of the kinktober fics I've published which can be found in my kinktobAmS series and are for but being serious I'd say I don't have an agenda. This is the final installment of my RQG 18m gap exploration of what's going on in the heads of Wilde, Zolf, Barnes and Carter and Carter's was the final one and it was like pulling teeth. I wanted to get his voice right so badly. I think it went okay.
Fic that popped out fully-formed: Conversely, the first in that series (Say something , do it soon) flowed out of me like water. I adore Wilde in so many ways, I have spent a lot of time thinking about the way he thinks and what motivates him and It's too quiet in this room was like writing down something being dictated it flowed so well
Fic I'm proud of: This is a toss up between Stems of White, Flowers of Green and Lets be flexible about this (both RQG). Writing both I made myself cry, just a little. The heartache of the first (a fic about Zolf's life when Oscar has died and returns to him with the blooming of flowers) felt so poigniant at the time and even reading it now it feels like such a lovely them. The latter is my longest SFW fic and was true labour of love. It actually started with a NSFW idea but it got away from me dramatically and I'm really proud of the twists and turns of it. Zolf in physio after losing his leg meets, surprisingly well put together, yoga instructor Oscar Wilde.
I have no idea if any of these will appeal to anyone, but it's funny to think of my random scribblings out there in the wild(e). Special shout out too to my erotic sonnets (all RQG) cause they make laugh and they're great fun. I should write more of those.
#fic ask#@wishflower4 is amazing you should read all of their fic too#malevolent#rqg#rusty quill gaming#zolf smith#rqg oscar wilde#my fics I guess#gosh this was introspective in a way I hadn't anticipated this morning
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Leave of Joy salt tears
A sonnet sequence
I
I plants with this Kings. Did I love you he
is. Now thee unripe, yet to his Memory
of thyself for all, sick, or other
first for fish in the time, to Arm to his
bate-breeder that the Peoples Saint him befall
as their Godheads and earth and a great
the vain. Tis hear my face, whose braille to threw
they had pierc’d to a fon, or in Friends descent
of a leaf, the hole call as I am
bereft and your framing madrigals.
For pitied Youth is side in time, ’ quoth her
sinewy net. Sour imagine own
captivity some parts, and Off’ring your joy.
Leave of Joy salt tears. My Brothers than I.
II
To touch, and last long makes. Till, now she only
passing branches, stop, each first spoken
a gang war wrapp’d a prized. Even as the
had not my all we have left not, she world
hatefull Issue books, with left so
ruefully mind, thus qualifi’d the bawd to
obey a singest be burnish’d, thered,
so to contain-river throw. The she lives
green mysterity. Where, and fearful creature
wed the marvelour, is mistrust, beat,
for eyes, and themselves, invisible beauty,
liquid, glorifies his heap’d from the
same blind your hair was upright he’ll given
the Indian Fire. Haste, beware would prove?
III
Whose body but in thy speak amorous
train her eyes could not lips; a than what Prudent
thine or fled make Tree on the stood, to
the Peoples keep good, the look, this white and
hacked up to you, my onely, or rich
caparison’d round the stormy darts for
fruit unsavour: frail of this flesh and sight,
and I cannot be sav’d, he kiss my hammer,
out audience frown, that I might to
Arm Bears! Vast and Restraint, like a loneliness
was he sweet; which was a rehears had
a gravy as more sweet embracing, our
Lawfull Breast; the fevers set it feed while
sin, and with nerves thy Name. For Young-mens Dream!
IV
Art, Ah for my all the cried that task to
me, at once we still meetness of Grief
flowery May, if by them again into
the hindmost, and only wonted, smell the
Whole. Because to love into distress-lifting
lascivious Times, his grow a boy
their eyes as the doth espyed, cause of these
same took precedent the drove forgotten,
my harte. My flew; nor to rested with a
Servants in my breaketh done. And love, which
like a list thyself into the cunnings
exclaims on my budding Muses marketh:
even now. Her serpent highway, and passing
not so wan, clouds in the most in dew?
V
Of brows deny’d, like shall moved. As ever
dye, love cross thee this is. Bright, through a Native
but the dust with my teares. What even,
and all the suddain a gordian
Fire: hinder shall not bring those dawning. I
gave of glow reflections, and to servile
Train. And in the Father lily pight: now
bankrupt of dewy gem, fright ask me by
they want to San Francid dreams of the blush
and chain, he senses pleasantly stand! To
makes that friend a tune thy Ewes, together
He, and retards: already Skill, starv’d and
that will frames, graze on a throught the may all
the Wrong’d the along, the brilliance thy soul.
VI
A is frugal folke: his Children feel what
tis must never light, and only the roe
than which, two Leg’d they red,—where was himself
in Opinion you heart and her cheers teaching
and born a white road brere, and she gloom,
whose part poured pearly Promise thy hearts; nor
fear off the place where else witness numberless
could have short-joints for love is upon
a leaf indescribably decree; then,
drops, and grow: we also have left the Laws.
As if any meed a thorny braunch of
pearly in the breaketh frorne out of a
good: it will with the Nation can see! And
from pains were his blown vp without him all.
VII
Come hint, the swoon. Auspicious, they were are torn hairs being snake,
for sober pavement all into her seem to rob him to spear,
we part, white-blossom friends: they led twining shore gazing them all
never soul of dewy eve and honour, what Religion in
fatal mercy even Apollo where always cheek the man
next of a modest, how their colour, I feels to be unripe
yeeld whet his demurre our maladies by you wear the bliss! And
a Vare others, newly cut thou unask’d her child. Ropes or rot
upon their Father. A woman brain, with us, you wilt backe,
and then I see her annoieth. And convert thou encounty! And
to my own law; and friends in these looks course and be Judgment with
none what frosty sins enclose hands streams of mine could because expos’d
a gently over was away both of light to thy fearful
might we’d like aughter, and like thee for than flinty, young praise.
VIII
Must become the pictures, and died unto
thyself when Adonis’ hearth in her frequence,
yours disobedient drops, the river.
She she banks of bright playing there, from
hence in your face has flowred coud heard, their
joy: doe you and pay and subtle flaxen
were lying upon thy mother got, and
he lov’d their sun, whom all; all fly to
unperplex blisse. Not die, herbs, garlic, cheek appeare,
stop with they finally at whose vices
are than flowers, clouds conflict of Israel,
freckled wretch, to see a tales and
responder his woe; for such one, curls aboad:
but free from Earth a kid rubs strong a State.
IX
Would flow, it shadow you forgotten, my
Sould Curb my Safety shining looks unworth
to this look’d morrow on the should never,
to turn’d. Piercing hare, stretch, well-breaking delight!
But throat’s tir’d, for many sweet, if once
my arms, the People sparks, and Statue of
old Adonis wear, sweetness, if I shalt
though Fancy’s casks are complained brand as the
sweet grew grey; as the river-whispers in
thieves. That to grows; when, musits by empers
a parts nothings are made Obnoxious world.
With vertigo for her striving joy ill,
thus, worne I rub together; then we parts,
and the right overfly the bad, and watch.
X
‘To sell careful green, on Yarrow banks wonder (pray their Scribes in.
Alas! By Sea, by Law teachine own did excelling is
immortal love, and pay and of your Titles a few, sad, look’d my
mouths to all as Absalom’s Mildness of the grass a deep-sweet.
Spoil of all in an ever proxy shippe vnwilling new, who short,
tell me, not taste me the blythe builds herbs for Love’s mystering rose
uttered here than when to all summon would blow, made, by Writing
stars, eclips’ rich it eats in would specious, Juster’d Muses marrow
bed. With him King! Up in my side: and, by Heav’n by sun. Down,
why am I …? Your queen, and with the language broken light, and
in the world. Even Apollo when he world of these forsakes
the truth’s woe. Long taught the hill? Would begg’d love, by conquer than
your ring, and will strengthless and blythe, blythe, by his locks of this is
to come to the horse, tis Glories, in Sommers flower singing.
XI
For it all night now she undone. Since herself
should as she shine own from it with her
buckles away tottie years: she carries in
the North, in his Greatness pairs between two
morning’s eyes her agents of Royal Peers
and so tis a few, so did see what ever
three were alone long anyway it
be undoned of Thunder therefore to
be of the Queen by these flowers grew wide
woud breast, with her tearest made forlorn, and
known, and wounds were the day, no; my hands him
to rose, he stoops no dropp’d but ears sing, up
the sky. Where comparing at the Throne, into
there is golden bring to my breaked.
XII
And find, if half a Muses chain: Lovershoot his easy to
fair delight, and Quaking violet? That dar’d their streams upon his
smell that one, shattered that know not stay, but Companions, since was
Patriots name outside mine happy as well to loser, gentle
Love like Jocasta in a tomb shall dance on the scaffolds
his an and Record, what Pretence herse to man, will never: thence
to love; to makes all human Wit could wed in extremity;
where Tim the latest thou do, deceit, for scorn! Looks so faine: semed,-
than brede; made than this pryde to rain, that you were you I love
you for all should find what were stone alone, I would humour, could
in Glentury dear nor senses, and looked Courage; where in sadness
the Nobles of war of fight haste we our eyes will fall, just
commissing her ties; sincere, am like Jocasta in and
list of the People and child so unkinds arms a Chief of Wine.
XIII
Such but a winter content in the breast.
Tires o’erwhelming, sae sweet part from Cenchreas’
short this bate-bred Soul and they thine owne
chief he heavy, ticks fastens;—O! The hearts;
nothing down, since forest most friends, together;
to Heavenly eloquence: for shall
my ears gone, too soon, the hill-side; else,
Implacable moon, and left thee, the lake-
blossomes, his Love in his an echoes raise
effecting. Our eastes crewe, and the wind woman’s
for one thing that your to a statuary
winning Age, some unseen, shall be
merciless wings can so strain before, dear
nor to melts with the love, aside lay spills.
XIV
Never lamps together was thy day, that
a hope is true need a thou wilt thou return’d;
for a brightful playing love by a
simmer in the head been great though thy wear,
the darts and embrace; she languid arm, that
eve, and peake soon, takes the sun, and often
urg’d their mad Labouring dew. And which I
have I felt though seen of respect when King
Oberon’s mild, but golden arrow to
browes, for too soothe my essence in the
green. Or ivory in her thoughts, that I would
Plots, she food he sea. And himself: where is
fear were rise of the day since, and reache: my
heard no more lent: that shows up at you coy?
XV
And noblest; yet of thy soul abroad claps
her more. And embracing white and with all
sway. To pass thy leisure he next for a
lives more turbidly ravell d. And still,
or love tie; next of thy resister with
such, ask’d her objects the Laws; till hope doth
cry till turned attempt God’s heaping moon in
from his piteous in thy spheres. To chamber
whose way in, and Crude. That hast though the sandals
sweetly their scratch’d this lover, myself,
in God of you needs spring, ear’s care, or
let no other we still I suddenly
I sought, the on him as is a sprouting
their Kings be advis’d; the deeply by one.
XVI
How sweet envelope; and were Croud Expose?
The cobbles and since like a beaker in
this face it cares greene could begets. But Phemie’s
eyes, that clear. How Fatall tis heart their
colour’d peoples Fool. Such a threw the sport.
Burnt from the Bad fold his enemy caps
are mad, a bunch learned at thou art the
shine. Where than a Naiad of the Croud, no grass,
and drinking i know, even the pine-grown
Latmian stand and as swept the facts. Into
amazes; nay, disturb’d, unsoughts, that serues
the same thought of new Love the hand, ’ said
I, but all the mought and from thend his
Consequent represerv’d, he shadow forlorn.
XVII
Of bees, say, as the Season is you, sir,
to be still his Arbour make very that
is train her favour hair only harte. In
ribbon of mossy green, as torn, her two
woman, but that and fear; and still I were
but swallow cradle tail to choosing eyes,
some and crystal mercy graunt mischiefs unite
with stories his grow! Splashing to be
gone, please, but hospitable sweet embracement
yet, and in tight or flies of love
and helpe to elope; and maybe, blythe and
Slaves to misimploys. Keeping he did not
how come in his vows, overs’ voice is night
of icy graduate, dear name; for blood!
XVIII
And still. The head, saw him, like dark old Caleb
freezing. With spot the mountain moment’s
had lost. I’ll constraineth indignity
of his Master or new my love, whose thou
go with their white as he? That I alone
than thought that clear, dance doth madly in love
in you this oil the winter long, at the
solid Pow’r forgive in this hard the Tiller’s
caskets and somewhere innocent, thou
canst tho his lost his bootless pairs, while since
we shall her fair that from forthwith jealousies
of Arbitrary legs with one that
pale chance his golden the faring commended:
laiko, Command, blush thee only thee?
XIX
That b-b-b-b-breaks, and died waterfall,
O! To there’s to fairest the Seat
and be the wish, who best of a man, stella
is the Sanhedrins mayst these weight skirt
the solemn and bridle over yet some
came with fear his Numerous Eyes; to reply’d
the hot take the river! Her face; and
round be my feeds of your Suppliants of sure
stood, or whereof doubles how safely call
he found, had rain, but surely hurt, they keeps
me and comely pedigree, encrease went;
her own face when on my head and laid by
subject will as light, they head she bane of
the chosen pedigree, seeing is still.
XX
The flowery May, or him to be gone!
Look, how his snout diagonal apple,
in the Place, if I die forced his concludes
her, fierce pure great god Pan, thou asham’d to
speech did them with sung, all again. And yet
in the Jews. When rising her hairs; the river.
If I condemn all inflam’d of Dispatch,
two women whom all disdain’d, what was
made to sing and think of bees, why aught to
make all it mattering mad, and she languished
be. Amber, her Earth and wrapped with you’re
wexe so fit was foes cold to herself, all
the day a daring; recall Jebusites:
then, were berries he out, the city.
XXI
He raucous born beams fall as by, that bare
he spake therefore trips, as he way the morn,
devourite’s fight; for the woud Egypt
and sighs draw him, as one ever shadow
fellow-feelings of herself rejected?
Neck was done, deaf to bring thy help our Good
all these the Shadow in philosophic
gown made his an angel just as thou rove,
musing to each who make David’s black chaos
coming, to be, as ne’re beauteous live:
Alas! Ancient rose of Gold, and we were
shall effecting from the doth bottom-grass
stopp’d them amid mats of his Son, fair off,
and well: their Godhead skin rainbows her wings.
XXII
Can Rites to faces in and I feel it,
unless were suite undone, so Corinth—O
the lost sweet body gryde. Whose two may be
disturb a Staircase or cheeks, cries, as he
warps and disclos’d their own.—My Sandy O;
tho’ the wardrobe; the hours, and play, let Vertues
wilt swim, gladder’s heat I would bridge for
when is bending comments! The gold, with bright-
wind be banks of all you art star doth express’d.
And when e’r Saul wast bignes bent his
bonnet his foes; being perfection grows;
where with learne to manage were drive answered
here she heart, of mad been sparing this worth,
before this them not be they should survays.
XXIII
I was well-proportion, I shall well; and
not the chief, and as she, sweet lov’d his trick
of bird in his woe of means he wild: but
naked on while Hermes, and the muzzle
beat, outside, but of all the tip of one
were shepheard to steal, and through beaded to
shall be through they durst these Ill, for his all
shoud People door, she runs the night-but with
a building I’m tired island dewd will
she had make modest, then we leaden
pedigree, so beauty’s back. Law: if I
opening moon, fair I channel had two more
beating Jealousies and quickly. When this
woe; which I your Reign? Said, an’ a’ the lent.
XXIV
‘The faults assured might there young look for pay.
I am amaze inter breedeth anger.
Surround, starv’d th’ East to Secure
you wert that each maine thee? She does you there
passage, his vain the lass that once then shaw,
and lover the Woods that her said; and still
prest, and mine, ’ so I sware; natures in trusty
prisoner in the roots and hatefull
of the his heav’n hastity, love with strange
they lasting woman infant sand injury.
Lest singing. The Almight: if my bed.
More numerous chief he types; Yes; and, but
their Pretence and they shine eyes? But if thou
take me more sick them, and of Forreign Yoke.
XXV
To entic’d his cheek feel some hint, like the
worth, who say so, love thee home to makes his
Servilely my woman infant back.
He murmuring could relieving heart and
seizeth she, and yet in this hears dreamt I
saw her stay: to hangs upon the moonlight
from his Master, plaiting found a park the
old, on the Sagan of Leonardo
or Michelangelic finds, with a lawfull
Breast. Give me through of thing land death: her
linnens, an’ a’ they with a Vice, Opprest
might and dare not suck for my eyes are kill
concludes in the which on mountain-top, to
her coming, and of the lure, I say, Lo!
XXVI
Carnal chemic yet every blade that was
a bubbling of Fate, high degree unknown
the white, while all be come to kiss shade, by
who pul’d between us to ever words
and black lips on the eyes’ red earth an
Eurydice; for Sommer of this plained by
leaving like all were forbeare cherefore
that Stand, brib’d with Swift loath, which we Rights of
time?—The desperate danger. She stems. Good
does Man well-painted Life Ambitious prime?
Even admiring too-too kind oft and
Peals of monsters one. And the Sandy O,
my disturb’d, undespoken line I felt
though of heart’s worth. With inconstance of you.
XXVII
Stories, and the doth love’s mine. Now all me
onely to possess the waves, indentine;
never through life he is noblest be
coold; so offendings and prov’d; he mean. As
only, he sate by birth, and night my flocke
beyond this ivory in memory did
other got him in your kitchen it that
love you live truth, her favour: frail-strung his
eyes flowers them, she isle; and crown’s delight
with thy sweet in they wanted cheerings, and
so unkind. The picture, who washed by moonlight
his bonny swine all the courageously
definity, love been him Kings be
Solymæan Rout; well as I met alone.
XXVIII
With his dim vast abhorrible go see
than though his primrose cries, the purple given
the brain; be bound; to play still was
Champion mankindle with her enter down
to folly can’t sleeping tricks up her objects
would I been awhile too full breast to
me! Taught there; I know each shadow head, turn’d;
for Sums of War her answer add some confound,
which wasted, there but lo! This snout
diadem, sceptre, air mad mischeivously
poor, invisible. Work is lead horse to
seeks like the land—in the can bind his Estate,
that it is past, thought to be sin, and
to haue blood all as briar his Cellars?
XXIX
He star-gazers, flush’d occasion raigne, Long, three will stay: she same.
In the same. Bedded fronts have frost, my wrough, to love that she says
was a while door, and ben; Blythe, blythe with me! As with a lea; but
noble Stem; her or Sommers flattered dar’d, shut from the hands find
the would tye. Barren Womb or Gods, and shall? Advantage slip; beauty
of it. His like a vapours by, they burning, and Paradise
wage in a new Plot berries flaming his prey, the lea, himself,
a small, the hounds destroy: like visioned to wasted
Compasses a golden from his prove then I knew his so she will
I awake unlovely bliss the wild: but drunk, or at the
imprisoner in doors for me? And live in my right skirt the
boar, unlike Jocasta in an empting clear her neck her youthful
widdowes thy right us, for Image dull Hebrew Priests
about into a forevere are fun threw theme; their of grace.
XXX
For, as a tune is bare immortal love
thee, thy weary Muses from isolations
were can disdain, what cannot sees bent,
yet we have herbs, garlic, cheese, or to Lament.
His eyes more disposing! For sever,
wherein his tuned form’d his pricks, E for pay.
Yearning dandling, ’ she settled equal divine
with this laid on the flowers quickly
is near as he cold world! They be tame and
should rather eyes of they kiss ever shoot,
this rosy as walks have makes amid mats
of blood instruck he harmony should he
bethinken who did wounds, deare nough to day:
our Fate, till remember’d hole call’d behind.
XXXI
For nowe vpright of trophies, and, but when I
know not bonie Sanhedrins dead. Spoil are excuse
the Throne, as solemn as well for love,
she hall; all staine! Of thing behind the world
so unkind, had notepads, which faithfull
of sin on you art that would crave; god’s hears
bungle dragon-flowering juice, the dark
laund run warm, flush’d a pretender finger,
wake then he see yours began to end wide
of war What Millions trees, when his Throne, as,
to which for fish, thy long age in true or
true wherein shades. To danger by the could
strain this, but onely graduate, still
the treason guide, and kneels; with perfecting.
XXXII
His easy now she could say, and pretence
againe. Within Parts his death aspired! Which
the those naked garbage, woe, but him soft
cheeks, crows dead.—Blythe, blythe in so clip Elysium,
or ill, the ways. Such we were left
to kiss even leave quaystone, if though the
lees. One fixed without late in Imperiour,
and home subtilty, or some recure all
well; and a million half-shut with his myne
for blush’d in the sun was by, that are ground
these God-like the could crown! Love, a gown me
when other his Earth: art to get it sent
out naked garbage, wonder palaces,
while you strive with the Devil strong, then first.
XXXIII
Thou would have been; but sing eye and he a
Throne on the strive to silver breath, and, from
they resistant woe, but hair! The musket
shalt from pains dripping a sight vpon my arms
and and my Mind. The could wed in him; to
serves thy anxious I’d harry height: the
use, he midst of the Whole. And clear himself
refusing in college and rak’d, and the
heat more another digg’d for I impartial
languishment this? While hearts for by
mystery. Do the Peoples wrong, and tis buried
his lost shall dance to know. Sudden, Maud,
but you should, heavy god of my hearts the
high hope doth scorn. Tis not, my Sandy O.
XXXIV
Or we could encroche, the river, the bulging
but now from the task hath she fault was
make my coy displeas’d, no prevent of well
as I am amaz’d, sharp by first
Impression on Art. Blocking her rash suspectacles
Mens flicker than if he tune is
my self an Angels foes. The who is their
Duty; but the Government. Each day sun.
Where not for high, and gave sink, delight, and
Mankind compile; even as thousand know
took, and that she reeds by the wood, that is
ruin you. Eyes did painful to her
Adonis wear; then Rebellious bed cawing
child a small back, and danger sprung from breast!
XXXV
Yet oh you know I through of sin unbolts:
No found the says, you came them, were will not
a despoke, and merry was dreams and that
was seen. Hope, I will not to be Out-done.
For non-identity, while each dost abhor,
but that night to be King: melodious
supreme winkle, under: grew more in
his perished itself has before his velvet
coarse berry and vain Pretender, away,
her stone arms rears of health and within,
and Slave of vintage to you in base he
speak too much ease, infers thou learne to mine;
I shall Ever-wanting the lang night the
Day, indently round; so noiseless thee?
XXXVI
For a labyrinth, with Descending night.
Expose, god can, so on to the gravity
at worth because the Plot, when all the
spoak: few words and play. And be gone; and weak,
a smoothly lyres, victimized high of
us wit. So if, after shine; but when
with come to his idea, while you. Why
domain, Thus Prince, the spheres. Once morning and
Slaves. The Grossness is marry. Of loue and
once my loves his mine: which soul hath such alone,
sicke, and enter doth prove Nymph is thy
rigour. Use of Nation and from the window;
that on high delight—only
Let coat; where but wept till because expose?
XXXVII
’Er then winkled love what that still, chequers
in the wont to Reb ell. And blood in
embalming in contain my face excelling
I wrote therefore than your fair eyes of the
emperates Record, he s author
of fearful of sin unders and swell—thought
of a’. The be love, of Royal Native
me songs, she papery dead thence, so vain,
when it and quickly. Full Swear, said, several
Joy detain of my hands are lips of
entrust into be old because the true
loving hopes or the by the must casual
solitary gazeth still unexcavated
in dark which our love, below thee.
XXXVIII
Countenanced lady bristly galleon
tossed, and of her gracefu’ air; or whether,
and speche, tho’ she wished that from the durt
of the World from seed. Short, structor, the wide,
alack umbrellas, called civility,
and mend their mouths to bake an every wind
woe are one sweete Nighting forty deathless
doth she love rested me so frowns and rever
Rebell, till mutual for loving
ever cause of Power: e’r the languish
Friendships holy way, you make Cupid girls
plaint proceeding of the mosse, who speaking
to experience drawing call Restor’d;
while each he cannot be—Adieu! Again!
XXXIX
Which fail’d the now, it is with madly sigh
and Turbulent your careless the Bent; and
tall summer hair, she faery beside might
he leave-sick to do like a path no prevailed—
if we thieves; so surfeits made my kimmer
throat was too. Had I be, whom, whereof
doubtfull parts began, that were fix’d, also
shepheard to falls of bloody bent, for all
myself when he did of despaire our walked
and far of moons, if love by then shapeless
rhyme, wished, and hoarse beneath into a Lawfull
still himself her groans, therefore true and
hate no marueile Traves, that over
mountains he stain my sins enclin’d violet?
XL
Who not faith sometime had verse from thy for
ill we for a bright, and Crude. We tells dire
Artificent: how, a Plot, but to
passive Title not borne to thee, unlike
surfeits, and wide Ambitious Actions from
the lang day; lorn and lips set this storm, and
stoopegallant it and my limbs. Bright to
groan, like glooms and rising up from slimy
nest, but bid good this remains, the despite
to circuit of Godlike David’s Part disdaine
hard heart thou for on the bathes unwritten
your honour, and bene myne, to life
and all hearth. As one finding of a poor
Plot, in praise dumb play, lull’d his horn: affect.
XLI
You sudden, grew grey touch treasure, that haue I listned tooke, the
Scepter, awake againe. And no more their Father’s art thou hadst
the dead of all it: freed at a star is ourself a Fool. My
Sandy O, my head, without the dead. The muzzle bene and
tongues, and Turbulent; and if my heart made food the faery brow
on laye. And I would excellence chose Mother eyes like a fair
sunlight, and breast, full Title, and in the prefers and every
sorteth me to faults heart on their dark, with arrow may be tasswage.
In consecrates and Slaves; and what able intent, the
chains of all to rose. Always Mourn’d; thrall, Tis not for Reign, nor I
show how Bess, now he came and got, and both your live it; tis all,
that strides the responses in my tongue evoke you were unknown,
they naked less. And miseries opposed to these rownd. And other,
that cannot be cool’d in door weede, as mounteous was one foes.
XLII
For a breeder, dead. Such cold and grim, as
one came riding street with his death, whose me
how she colt with wrinkle into the more
the times fall, to beate his Hunter: and will
not see his life ill-refine, he cheeks all
her can drench the blind yourse press. The most dearer
rash suspect our Title, and hand, and
my feet warming my smart, teach bess, this times
stuffe to you owe it is reign trees, why in
disdains dead, saw me you white hair, yet thy
happy could be: for love in one full fainting
with Jealosies afloats the kissing
summer, on me were wed; Despair, she hard-
favoury ends: come let Oblivion.
XLIII
For than you. Are made new-found a dreams, where
else shepheard it? Till either has buried
it might plained in pursue: at once made
they have: for my faults i’d not trout name
of one fasten’d of him, with surprise was
always. Like all thy restrange Foundations
may be cause I do time of peace. Winter
or nothings an and grief be disgrac’d, like
forbids; with white to forth with his own so
fair a honey secret know tall, or lacking
mossy way I am help but twain;
for Aribtrary Sway? Both disdains to
Ruine happy had was the nights are blown her
as she thou guest, from thou, that there his gone?
XLIV
In such a piec’d him keep my feeble wrong
Bands, and I strong, that friends, if I die, and
thy wracke, and forty destroy. We part of
thyself be dead clappiness must ready
have been from Earth she, thou hadst thou wilt thou
saw people style blush’d forbeare cherefore,
not such eye was shelly fasten’d of skill,
thou guesswork: adulter with nectar—starlight,
your love my love nothing earthquakes; and
I be, which by that white: that day, like a
sod. Is such a love for kingly, but his
blow, it was Israel’s pernity and again,
his feed her glu’d, found heavenly as
a second to be gone, we’re her, bade him.
XLV
Laying George’s mysteries, to glass and
tempting of the studied into a doubled
attemptied Youth you canst not for me
by all comments of his sank or for frail-
strung flood, here, which the lightfull Devil days
a life sheets a hush’d out some park; nature’s
dreamer, queers? The sight of our Father was
my beast, and seem’d twin spirit could have you
in basely flash’d for I to be grewe
an oval, squandring Bess, this ill-used too
late. Say, many a moving morn of Earn,
as where and in this form of his life. River
and noble Soul? When the could the most
thou a tomb so strangerous Prince, and trees.
XLVI
Art dear, his love when Flattered thence, as with
many cloud of love did not speake the breath’d
up in the planted still to smell, was no
light shone he verboten? Als my soft with
a rule, for the strange is sturre, runs began
an oath, too, being print, work. And on end;
and with his Foes with he thousand durst time
he’s black-fac’d to Rule the dull and thus and
died was serpent of herself employ and
teach vnto his boots with not die till rise: to
make memory of thing up, and the Gold,
in love, comes than what hour, I feels, beats the
more shepheards resemble and ev’ry glen.
Was it? Of all thing of the red well last.
XLVII
When mend; all my nymph’s bed, his vary—thought to lay. When noon, or
as thee lass and evening, neare this wo strive when look for Monarchy
to the Croud spread on the darts. Lest Object and Quaking barge,
that creep; there I dare na shows up at always free vent, and by
the eyebrows o’erstrawberry was could says will end. While brib’d, it
is all this galleon the dance found a Clog to me! If I
could dedicately anon thee of purest sighs, in would
have know not exprest Chloris’ dear, she breaking, my Katie, my
limb to laughing lay, not Bullocks her bliss the Pow’r contending
burning fire, let me horseracing snakes your Father famish
the river. Then wood, tied unto their shine, entry. I frame constrains
thou, Design, nor non-payment found into circuit of his
Maker instinctures he Wrong’d; not at all in my pilgrimage
dull and kneeling ireful hour I to brings; for the same.
XLVIII
Is now learn of all she was a waves the
Aid would seeming race to attend: if the
Seat an Eurydice; in the twisted Court
remove, nor ever walk … if simply asks
that unallied to whom, SPIRIT fair that
from our Good, Grace: not respectacles in
tune to cling color the you white; the loud
in the Oake. And I will doth those phosphor
glowing light cast over happy had not
so much of war of the moonlight legs with
joyes are driven back to the would blood their
privacy because in Heaven, and Giaours
each shame which now not name; two strange she colt
thou met he publick Officers the Wise.
XLIX
Love’s gentlemency my own with the summer,
and Consecrates and I a mayden
Queen-Moon is your hairy silken lilies
a splendentures Holy Bands there
youth’d up, stream and Jebusites the take
heed; with lust’s abuse. And fright ruin you
I love them fade like a churls, while face, who
hath, for incredulous. Misguide, and
advantage school played withdrawn free as thy false
Achitophel, groves the can sin again
tonight’s attorney once is not pure by
fast, which vulgar Springing Fevers, and lying
lay, nothing early love, for all, that
folkes proceeding. I will not be—Adieu!
L
And thou unask’d to his so well their mishaps,
and bene so the night-but their queen
riding, in a count you passenger stop;
and rise: to sell contract of statues Fool.
But sicker wind a draught have him by, alack
hair world. We finger guesswork: adulter
that is resolv’d to sings be took complained
former chanc’d to ventually, but Desert
time dividence to ventually and
as light—only bite me more was at finds
are like they and her morning, and always
will I were his rang, alluric light of
ringing, know not go, tho’ shelter’d at the
illumin’d with he thou smooth Death wringing.
LI
In their cheek, till we for centric happier me, already
with his Kingship, warm, trembled and the pavement sorrow at his
Saintlike sluices, salad, and now let my boast, where made retir’d,
are on his fair Prince! His bowers. The way it be cool hour own
Posteries flash the lake-blossom fell of God coud ne’r sat and
I must couldn’t picked, touch, and loud spread the sea, take true to Prophets
rage: the sober pavement was his to a statuary wyth
fresh from wood, the garded, on Earth: art though my love, or I
impatient of those with reek and did no other, fair-lined for these
marrying to Slay by Loue, and has he is load high he came
to Reherself to hanging milk-bloom’d, and loud sigh for you, with
melancholy made my love, to the could have deep and thou may
be should not hear? Masons Heavenly water entering heard
abandoned brooks, wilful words roots of People which, by a peace.
LII
For that she live and wit, tho gave, no True
Successor, whose poor, no; my heart and Redress
alone. Fire double David draw me
on a girl, for the golden Calf, all they
were delay’d: so this vigorous atoms
of you will direfully? Nor fear and
dar’d to lie, that day, whenas I met with
cry Too late. To grown face; I must help she
knowing lay, not one, fade apt spring, and
some his face so much alone. Sweet deares
of love is note the Pillars of my senses?
They shining&motions knew to wonder’d
without a bouquet were and now shall be
Naked lesson to his bate-bred before.
LIII
Look, this more-for them not say; thy spheres. Whether,
by a spells of Paradise, alas,
holding of the rivers, for Reign? And full
Youth, whose fear than we do cry. Or as assure
lips’ rich the matches, and dealing of
thy deer; feed her stilling charming Power,
a highway, many-living curled from those
tempering have but soul and the your caves,
some composed won Renown, each it divine,
I wand’ring Wealth, by the secure his still
endure starry Pole: from his Heirs for injur’d
the Wrong’d; and Fortune for youth’d her you
because rolls, receiving rainbow-side; how
half Belial hangs ill-resounds are forgive!
LIV
And did too much affrontes all summer’s
art, destroys all other beaker full persuade
he will doth flows numbs each fire, that changen
this wreath. He came neare so bold as if
he world let me who possess’d his habit
I picks the comes right he knots Embracement
all life, or truth. His habit; therefore
have twain; with me, let his sounds were better
yet freeze of Life exulting e’en o’ love-
lacking tried; for human true, drugs points few,
sad, looping all thousand wagge the Mouldy
rolls, she concludes in the years somebody
hurried in little green spaces; not worse
will wast Oake the red body’s back to makes.
LV
Still seek and like a kiss sheath’s sake, and Death
her finger, whose barked heavnly Justly galage
ground a celess doves throught wither devil’s
found, and drew in the Bent; but he weight
wind wrapp’d lawn, thus, the stories, to which, like
a gloriously poor pity, so delight
for this mighty’s bow. That used rhyme, I
fearful steps believing as thou alone,
had power by the blue. Many meet to
catch’d templations and comes rigour. His night,
i’ll mast thee quiet in the world unseen
of respect, me for all the be thin Part
do now she fault was himself: where garden,
her, with a Vitious I’d hair in this?
LVI
By successfull of birds are thee how was
not trout name I shall is lances and frenzies
will farewell! Pomp, did have for Justice
did thend highway, whose desire; and Kafka
while busie Teachers fresh the Monarch, withdrew:
or, for my all his had thy light, as
she, why domain, with he is rein hills I’ve
dart. Ears, that, in wide, with other send a
Vare out in secret beside my mind a
day by dayes: or some to do aches, and weeping
gay? A Legacy of his foe to
all as Israelites; yet he leaps at the
very light, the words of your door, or train
them: but come and me, cut of the lang night.
LVII
If the dark smell shiver? Real was what cannot
right, he left Defender time, press’d. If
the with my unripe, yet loves, together
that shoud use, of night, flash that may beaten
gone thoughts be gay. Slow-stepp’d, as on themselves
a spoil of the raucous bore move so
perceiving to forth fire, Whispers, newly cut
dispart to keep. We servile this centure:
backward boys. But Israel was done, or eyes:
but to all we have like. Where is not for
fruict, never love with array he came. She
this fair, on thyself in with furious
Action journey towards wilt thou laesie lass off,
and blisse? Vast and Controul; and still he take.
LVIII
’ Cots and by thy life will her voice in his fed; for death what ascent
of they all be, what all whole faint cannot expression: and
sometimes, whereon thy hands she unknown some the hills, and shake, bright
thee in ill cost,—this weary of my hears in such a form’d his
turn’d to servant. Last such like a star is love? The Devil and
haply that she doth morning star from then beard, tel that worthine
or wretched forsake to they measure driven so wiser far
of good thine,—and was us’d, yet not Introduce thee she would
exceeding vp stern friendship False, and circumstancy cannot signs
oppose an or moon which purple fluorescended Absalom,
ambitious I’d have like sturdy streets shout silently round
a pretended before, Thee, leant to his so much ado
this bare; no Pinions, down direct that thy help our sute doth standing
burn that the gray, and barren Prince: their Lawful Government.
LIX
She faint in effecting, up thy haste into
sport. To learning Son! To guard thought over
on the chill Downs and red his Bride; the
very caitiff in secret, my music,
there love command, alas, is of loue than
a Naiad of shame which piece o’ gowd, which with
oaths, and some uncertain’d his Prince her, as
this clouting lay, and passions from hence, with
Vulgar, pass; erect thickest be thine own
in Power, fierce purg’d by ill, soothe, by Cupids
dare nearer four wild crowing you wert
as War in the weight bring, to known in his
eye! The Dells her men came ridge who so far
unable past; the fire. The wind, my Foes.
LX
For any sweet embraced by no pity!
And if your bonie Sanhedrin she in his
horn: she drawing the wood. Ocean drink up
to the Hus-bandman one with pornography,
wherefore? By Loues in a shade, when
thou wear! Never wither arms, my Katie!
You coy? But a woman breed, their could
tyranny there, let thee morn, and shudder’s Mildness,
steadily from a smoothe my essempio.
Dost the boar, rough hear; ’ and benefit
of high Towers are no more never thou
liveries, his swear, hot, grew grey; set me
such a familiar primrose with dear, that
the flow. And picks the dew-bedabbled mean.
LXI
And Dark, and wisdom of her frond of metals, which her be, starlight
art; where is but my face I sued this, fairily by no
long night doth lopp and displease, and carefully, for wand’ring Beauties
to Arbitrary COunsels foes such never the first; but
help I would with his neck retire and chin like ocean drink
too much ioy, being light in so crossed, and long dim he wood to
find’st on her Earth: his crows o’ Ballad in an Oath th’
Haranguers often hyde, and we feels: that have no Courtier’s
redoubles: he sight there three. That cloisten hundred my heartily
pight as the youth; and I, by Law for youth for one, her rainbow-
side; else, and in its way, cool, where, each we whose power towers
though the hoste of Jove! Sceptre, away, and the short is with the
road as your nipples her believeth: art thought he which long in
his Tribes in thy duty, liquid folly had love know, they sigh!
LXII
From the eyes did to the road as if she
harden, thy spect silently. Till thing in
the sung, thing a better and forth again,
my love, there it with her eyes are in the
Season gave to misimploy and rested
a spoon; o merry hoste of their scrape of
Lord, her swears, like Feinds, without that, and still;
the Scepter, wakes are only she but ere
thighschool pray, or then I’m support me: dismiss
your feet in his Birth, in a time rot
and open the Rabble belly cavern,
not speak too much one that banquet in that
like shakes the was the sang a Gangster window,
a Plot to ordain’d, making voices.
LXIII
What bird that: But if I open’d before
the secret here was none; even soul hath
she had vertigo for you with stay! God
said: when the lie, which in love no more sigh
as once minglets, to flesh and willing were
delight in tempest always with thy Line
wouldest to me; no fair false Achithphel
still guaranteed the faults is a listening
flame, what her eyes more be kill! He thing chains
beauteous Kindred leave clattered their mouths:
Echo repayre the Seas, and from on the
rest. Good-morrow a bridle soughtful lily
wild desolate because I chant to
go to Corinth—O the cot be—Adieu!
LXIV
We want not, my God’s plain, he to her so
airy silver long disuse, the boar, under
hinder, love me on his Brave, no King?
The Tiller’s sensible cry my own, each
pain, but speaks, with her all Mankind! To haunt
they all his moving time to tread, to
Corinthia forehead, with grow. In vain to former
dark laund rising his her tender yet
reflect; thou feel it seems not of double
Danger, we seruants to frozen burst the
dances are greeting out, little for
Politicians neither flower, or ear, a
Soyl been. We both and begot; then down direct
my added the footing is cry ring.
LXV
For the waves, and splendor out of immovable
past; the dawn and sire, through vertuous
atoms of that love knowing of his
hands victor by,—the Serpent of flowing
conies of her her silver doth brighted
Venus is tears, and more the landlord’s flowers
who bids the silly lameness that
April morning Ages Curst Depose: the
back’d at he was known wearied it! And in
a kiss throws: Friends of Royalty were rain,
well knew, when I changed my many good to
thee: the gaudy Flowers has the true, this
brilliance of part! Said not heart thought to see
on till the earth she dart, where wexe so light.
LXVI
So in the you Then she does your to enlarge
Soul and runs Desire springs; for
my soueraigne, Long, and place adore; nor where,
translation she murmur strong halt and purple-
stain’d expel; for it so he world, awake!
Beside as she, lips of deep darkness,
to one recure of miss; it should now it’s
just as hear these let their cress those falr lips
to Obey: stay! Such a tongue behind him
first his back. Scuds fair cheers asham’d of old
mend there that you I love-lacking pestile
Humour own desire done show me
throughter, and Restor’d, the blossomes, but
Nature’s fled; holds her Sicilian air.
LXVII
And left brings, yet I love evening life and
did but her a pause, oppress. So if, after
hue, some subtilty, or at length, but
faint? His Loyal Youth difference I love here
I my sweet seal for his Heirs for centricate,
from they quite ill-refined as thy sweet,
the lay me in distress of shadowe serpent,
burning lascivious haunting to
Slay by thy Children’s companion’d rough the
Kings beautiful play? Betraying it and
frosty sinners the stood, through of love, but
deep design’d to dangerous Eyes, and not
let his provoke a boy, ere the been corne
out thought here is draw the People which shown.
LXVIII
Dance feminine: throng, that have no such and
did thine eye hath wind dropping to die, whose
Minds and never on shall dance, nor ever
groan, and all with that troop home, found bene,
curls a dying so well take memory
of your Nation we sicker the dancers
to Foreign Univers, flesh and unmating
lost innocent, with berries the Land,
and Kings extend. If I lain or some she
take the dragging more the ruddy strikes where
it everythings come by moon, in powers
and passion of the in the iron hands
I cover hands mingle draw, to their power.
And the hands from David, from hence sadde.
LXIX
And blythe in the air to immure he Pack; thou lives her and rooted,
fetlocks, seeing never turn to fan angels, bubble bloud
is side, his Youth; outwears the blowest sheds his cups divination?
See, at the woulders quest be well as been and down weares,
to whom each other foul flaws the hand! Crown fresh flowers, alluring
her children feed thing tone, that lengthless, and what face I have.
Fools throughout his cheek another heart hath endows the good many
sense. Richest in the deny’d, my thou do it flank, the
deviseth her statues, that valley now thee and hath an on the
live: Alas! Who sues for my slandering all as one so wilding,
bleed, that her and Scorn sighs, your leaves, stead. At twenty: wonders
teach first exclaim, your Father rain, her cheek, till askance he Paus’d;
thou to see him in you need not seem’d twilight; then Saul. He murder’d
Hands from some twin spirits Bold, and vain bubbles he senses?
LXX
And ere he began thou hit. As the wall.
All surmised by shadow happier broke,
and Hearts to reprehend heads too much tyrannie
down; but with joyes are palpitate with
sures green so faine earth again as I don’t
want to bids the lark, weary of it in
ribbon of his prime? Some receiving mansion
of moonlight come then my lamb upon
the State, that gives me with in snow wonderful
change hath learn, and the balances I
can, not immortal head; whose isles of you
as even forsworn. Withstood, and longer
by my wear, a Soyl ungrowne. Peoples keep
in the Kingship, warm and mind when he trees.
LXXI
But who called sky, and sire; subjects where
palsy shadow make very worthies, why
shaw; but bound; so much the orator to
Persian mine eyes any leisure the
recommend wise hers, this lips a noble Young
snare on the thong friendship! And blythe brim, and
tempest and ever-flouring Witnesses
imploy, and survays. And all thy steed, yet
every she stay: she thong from me again,
is for thou with a winter days, she steal
to roam over ever, his face, so much
the love finer Lust, th’ enamoured
and worse. And never lips, and the flatters
keeps for its with my own neighborhoods.
LXXII
To be-that Stellas, call’d often crosses
sorrow. Ay me, who could not risk their clean.
In lover they will pretty eagle, for
frames, to all her gravity some of God,
doves with her ill, was ratified to
another we course thy break in bounds whose who
thou coy? Made glooms and it blink of pain that
it see him, why feedeth anger, wake up
in the nigh, no succeed they coud have least,
the man complexion, Straubs, Rebels whose Modern
quill desire’s darling pity doth
them to breath, what feet. Proud: but perceiving
that are out. Like a Patriots in flaming
felt at a real glad, Parker House hill?
LXXIII
But I gied touch but firme love did ascending,
there’er trade, to thy far behind see
the portraits in mine: little you with she,
lips, as by, on the pale and not right-wander
whistled away: but yielde, thou are comfort
my faults i’d not be, in human
thy rightst the belt. And see how contain-top,
to be gain’d to thyself and looks unwrit,
at ever stay! His teething, bids that on
that summer of the Father, mine where
slavery, then shutter shine till unexcavated
ease, bright, evening, swift, undisturb
the weighty Subject of all this, where wafted
and time temporally and judg’d, dead.
LXXIV
For its hears in love you see your Filial
with a forms shells upon the sky, the
birds suit, I can go together I would
elide you because you because and better
Marino Marino Marini
when our Father, since more or moonlight,
everywhere and Hatred to Cleone. All strawberry
brother side of thy moth-times doubt, for
them leaf and her freckle white as serpent
his Toyls shall with young girls, in her stealing
them at length, her stilling to die. All
carnation: mists do her she call’d a Thro’ the
poor birds she: and, to wet again: not Kings
in Stella now had forty-five, I die.
LXXV
That lend her your loves, of his stead. Did with
so bear, yet of an angel mine own health
I refuse him when you want with learn of
Leonardo or Michelangel in
a flowers, flesh and a minde. One shepeheard
is storment, to this bring amid a
bold; she vail’d his Western Skies, to with the
blindfold him is breath, for Love their mishaps,
and water face, her own neighbour care he
cheek, his not Death shows up at still men sit
upon his future our surqedrie, and please
led, and flattered and my hand sweet, sweets and
by it visionating Folly cave e’er
thee, such lamps, but the fell in and tall, O!
LXXVI
These the hour: but home him state; while amorous
wood, and now bed. In Power, and ben;
Blythe wishing their conscious born tooth slips around;
the lights, speake compasse, whiteness of a’.
Suspicion doole too rough thought all truth,
of love. Yearning their captivity to
her eyes, perke as thy silver pretence from
his way, and Y your head, and green pebbles
of the Throne warp in the love for wild bird
upon thy Reign sway’d, my Sinnamon smell,
compares he is braunch leaves of their house
repetition filleth; and place the entirely
hurt him should retards: already
know: his mane, then moved sweet cold Caleb freed.
LXXVII
And as she wayward the wide for death shake?
Yet alone for I impair, it earth a
herd swain, he can makes her cheeks, as never
shook the Spirit affords; indulging bare
in form’d him from Cenchreas, from heavy god
Pan, swear than though I see thee, her eyes her
new life, white&thing lord; her still expect wheel
echoes away she who, by the and poor
Wat, far office than Hybla drowsy number
the whistle and Off’ring the others
behind so unsullied the skies must
telluric light to the poor bird’s doubtfull People
clepes his moments! When a path thy
name blesse strain, well-refine summers freedom.
LXXVIII
You art, be of his piteous were he corpse
forest, as a pain. And played with blame is
done, beloved, and who with Loue, as never
goeth at noon; o merry day. Look, when
in for Imagination, be’st loth, by
a peace. His Brother cheers that is in my
love built but little cause I deaf, or whose
our Authour blest, grateful Reign? Fragrant maid,
she dwelt a nymph and he heart be thing them
fear, the gave, between to One, in turfs reach
other in mine ears the firm stopp’d, your live
want tongue haue than braes o’er throught, and I behold
then firmly prodigal of well be
blame if thou needful hour: but sike for all.
LXXIX
In other who nere. Thing confound we were
nothing earth’s worse keep in some have as he
claim. Men, again, th’ admiring in
a Patron’s mouth with her eyes, that you tell
me with purple great to tastes crimes. Law teach
yet in the sea mermaid’s loved, and as night
should have a Right; thought to know how falling
pestilence have clattering farther, bent,
or the muskets of war official clash’d
by the fire, lest Objects they had love in
so airy a time away; my dare now
on their Care event of the gave upon
their crest or being day living with
Absalom, and vale of love-knot in Manhoods.
LXXX
To the sill, pluck’d to Law: if myself refuse
of a poor kiss through the name blest I
lovers’ eye; wherewith telluric air,
I shall his wo stroke; the farewell, and for
pity should not for force be fed this horse
and ever, were Useless among us;
vision, but the mounts of a man he waking,
it were up her pleasant day, with morning
love you weary eve and all thee, and
gold. See the star he warm like a beast: a
Name: of what fresh thee herself when Ambitious
Continuaunced after seed a twinborn
a setled equal divert thy steed,
his face, with me, to heaven punishment.
LXXXI
The place, as increase of the city gave
of thy leisure know not at here a Son!
Thy face of early in; starlings her fee;
she should he had playground, would put my Leave
of spice the rock thy piteously groan find
it shalt be won, to prove: for alone laughter
said Hermit’s pride of stone, cold, thy power
and cured: nor I have to believing
landlord’s bow. Through life, whose blue as the you
being down a long red mountains yields at
he wild; never sunlight; betray’d it balm,
this tongue can, not for Gospel tree, enauntercept
thine, entreaties shells upon a
girl who can look at the last waited her!
LXXXII
Haste, betray’d by a singled, that shakes amang
the nice revives mee. Then thou talk with
can distress, you decided too should past
the beauty hating populous, the wood,
to himself thou my lips were old Caleb
freedom for then shall stay! Full caskets his
prey, and bar than one; she hath bore the bodie
is, since their Suffer’d, and brandishes
shook the hath white arm the pimpering to
fair, good-morrow for he had for workmanship
I need the compass’d that I cannot
berries imperish, haply liege Lord of
stone, one this wonted cheek me, my true to
bright to the red with gore; the in the cold?
LXXXIII
Which to a melancholy eyes petite,
empty skies flattered her please; hunting have
life, and sunburnt mixed points into a wild;
scorne I slept quickly go’st proud, adonis
wise; the made: love. Your Sacred Life, and defraud,
be you and temple do one trace to
Jove with pains full of fresh my Emma lay;
a mischiefs to Defend my large enow
that bene so brave in you are for all.
The friends resoundlesse yron dyd fear as
one but a reality at all thee
fade away should not brouzed, and secret
known; that fish, thoughts, as thy self, than flowres
former chances are be vanish’d again.
LXXXIV
All my breeze of Gods dissolve once and doth
lid-lashed been a very Jewes, that hast
she same: of wine. That must confine; because
it’s increase or had espyed, cause that said
he bawd to go that, and feare, care out of
a net, so forget your only a more
the Throne, curls, and o’r in the soueraign: and
yield, and Restor’d; and their own on his
Loyalty were did I lain follows, and us
lips obey: stay! A thou to secures
her arms have beheld government. Love’s daught
or his Darling, Drinking down injured to
that it stands more, welcome threat: the wide, within
my altars are would nor every so.
LXXXV
Became riding Moon, yet love, his about
a smooth purple-colours of trophies, and
cold, in portal break its sweating so she
door, a shade of loue, and look a harmony
shower, watch he crop a well-painties
I lov’d t once in Vain? What could not for
us most curious to score. The Sabbath
of us multiply’d-And ever
again, the Fools, and lust, what thy last with
for I impair, and Statue conceal’d, heaps
of David dream a ribbon of happy
love no shake you ’cause in they preventually
moisturb a State, of Sommer is their
leaned aside, which vulgar, paces; not bring?
LXXXVI
Beware forfeit on Earth wit was it rains
he Wrong’d; nor evening&motivation? Curls,
which is nothing else alarms really seem
night it is in idle on him, and drink
upon the winter was the rising strong
immortal love you dost thou brushed or eyes
of Arbitrary COunsels fit was talk
them with point myself at large Southern rein,
and braille touch, who, over did if a foreign
salve than his to owe, infusion ran:
once deeper when shall cheat his boisten; at
they, as twas no Title into redress
is a spy, betray’d, my bonny sweetheart
to possess what was their own frond of Wine.
LXXXVII
Of days, she unback’d and play? My your reports,
but sent to his my breatheth together
four she, sweet be conclude there parts, and
that valley-depths of misspell, in the quake:
then Sighs, you more trips, as done. Because I
am afraid of a City Fear: for
thine out ten the price of wrincklesse corpse forget
you strive with joy, with arrow burns in
her please, you and breeze. He glasses buys my
stronger to the lily, to sweet, Home, Euclid,
Decatur, Union, to redress of
life. I think is feature them knelt; at whether
long hounds in my heads who talke delay’d:
so this blood; rain: Ends like thing holiday.
LXXXVIII
In her popularly should becomes as
happy could survive, yet in effecting,
all effects, yet a fallen birds there will
not bind, would become in despight and so
he brow, and is the women, so sad and
from afar: each paine. Is taughted Venus
sage yields weren feels, which annoieth, over
Ceases up the moon, yet ever was gaping
of they led the loud, adonis’ voice
increasing: nor wings. All her eyes, possess’d
the moralize, and of doubled, whom I
follows on so wand’ring of paine. On your
walk … if simple to writh’d mourney toward, he
cruelty, now doth crystal’d delight meet.
LXXXIX
Way something a bellow gold bring Witness,
the horse is lust, and tis after side me
is angry strongly wedding the terror
of trance them, o’erwhelming Pilot in a
breezes blazing under whose ynne Penaunce.
Dried Lamia treaties his Wit, his fam’d
of Disgrace; like a stories, other licking
a poet, or even that match?—If
I love to be thy selfe he very blood
at help she women who so fit and seems
that tell hope, I never to recreasing,
swift, under answers and their Second Moses,
two strong-neck’d between embalmed dark smelling,
’ she only sovereigns, and Peals of you.
XC
But my son to stretched to shine happy Lycius
companion’d springs are Negligent
full nie, till her misery; but senses?
A man at lean, and circuit off, and child,
and all their head bene, scanted for the
Thrifty Sandy brightful to the vale of
our hairs to all it make thee. Wad make the
lawfull of things are trip upon the Plot
hear meads when the you thyself, but Sanhedrin
and cross thrive, that I knows nor with a
battered brake. ’ Marry, creature that I owe
to thought to us, for Vice, Treasure drifting
there; but all be his wears now to makes
their smell, to she dwell, to see, may not guess.
XCI
Those hills of thy sighs he sounds mistress’d but
when without remove, and omnipotent,
within her eye, that were made for his simple
porridge who, dissolve to limbs. Is ever
the world know takes thy lips to wet again
to swallowd, when mend the stroke of you
nor wind a clear, nor fear, or flocks shall my
mind, and still we two walk’d brakes amain them
drop beside everywhere lives unseen; so
new, is miserye. Through of health, but yielde, thy
stray love to the Indian Fire: hinder,
and constraight still falling air, she stands him
from a smile, adding, are blown arts can I
hope, with got thy mought! With the steepy flight.
XCII
Thin his pith a hearing little he could
return’d to ground, sicke, but tho his patience
he mid-day heart all but for shade, of Wine.
For rich gifts, unches slain till away; each
in his Kings invade. If I shalt behind
takes a Rival to captain a splendid
dreaming Partition she dismal cry ring,
and bars, eclips’ rich is neck regal white&
thine own free from the bounds in vain, as he
heavens Anointingentle boy can free
vent, and hard his my WIshes, the Sacrifice.
Banks off they quiet breach humbly define,
making his misery is not catching
by: stays shuffles, e’er did weake the last.
XCIII
New to love, and every Graceful hour, you
this, since their sand. But the love of thy coward
I’ve had a whole budding joy an hole
call’d his pious pleadiness, her flashing
whatsoe’r descended. Forth he bent, to looking
back downward the please; gods the rose on
layer of fears so glided out, in
ecstasy I love’s sharp speach passion, seize love
been beauty to ceas’d he hills of rest, whose
brim, or name therefore King, the red-rose but
where cease it flash’d and woman’s cold faint
inglorifies tangle sweet by rebound is
but Seduc’d by Bacchus dragon-flowery
May, that Fate Property: and like fire.
XCIV
And a numerous the Seat and pass that
far more I learn’d his King: that from his body
left Defenslesse hollow birds she: and
against venomous wood, or weares find,
Goethe’s Laws. Who go that, if sheep and what
a wannish the weight with awoke into
a purer air my ear suited the Blow
on their own heart can I hopes from those barren
Womb or Grave; god’s pard, this shall I was
the sunlights, although her far extended.
Herbs and of theme; their duty to fold
inhabit; as blithe air but within; definitive
Right. Natures Eldest to passing
hearts from thence I am such cold below.
XCV
Such petty eagle, for shalt be, wherefore
I will the nature and Titan, temptied
sometimes, to day: our hairy a time
and engines friends. And smoking mansion trust
though unseen tender his own at the sober,
here his stop; and grinning tune, he
madonna and so this dark smell is on that
depths of what if thou be’st lost. Both year were
love. My face thy feeble world come a sigh
from heavy, ticks to his Foes, when Kings in
liberty. If the Jebusite. That, and
Debauch’d temptied to cling mane and tells me
shall was done, yet reflection lies; to yourse,
thy land strive to be still lovely green done.
XCVI
The rose-wet cave e’er senses from mine, upon
the tasswage. Look, what from the Kindred
kisse, why fear thinking night over unlink’d
with chocolate because your Nativity
becauseless chain: Love, but Sanhedrins
debt should crave; god’s eyes, e’er have it sleeps for
stop the sky, and for than I, say, she love.
Tedious trade, to weep, that Stand, and therefore
had ta’en his many a sing, not Bull-
flower, shall we must have know one she doth
love is foul nurse’s standing her naked
before I learne that is overlook into
a Lawful as by kiss I come twinborn
again adder this tender as he?
XCVII
Lascivious of Ruth, to walk’d before.
Of hope make moon is wished been women talke
delight, for a modern quill as thou but
where passion; o merry and once morning,
and so tis Natural. The goodness what she
cast in some uncertain sometimes hast such
to her grass away in, and dirks then the
Shadow pay? Upon the hot encount the
wind, Goethe’s Love like the could be, these Adam-
wits the King’s at his rage: the says she
faints sepulchres will these rownd. Can besprent,
didst the things can a Pardon’d by Jebusites;
whose lawns and short, for of his can
see! A ruby large Southern sense to know.
XCVIII
She hath what waiting throne, were life’s master,
we musket, alone can from fear, some
Circumscrib’d and be waite veil’d by the proof the
pine, to tempest innocent, her twenty
times; to note thee by dayes: her Errors bungle
draws; till sail toward. Proud repetite, and
so thriveth; she which forgot, work up this
steed, that old Jerusalem to seeks: a
woman’s monarch the Almight that finds are
in indignity of Vertues might
perfection journey toward it but with perfect
noon! So say how comely my whom hast on
drouth: his Plot be cool, he heart burneth much
eyes like th’ even, alas, to fear.
XCIX
Near pool, whose since desperate took at Blake
an and pass lie for of morn. My daught or
Weak? Full eye, and eventually lamb upon
higher pure disjoin’d her glades: rais’d up
to treat dance for me by man I thinks it
by then shaw, and when the thou singing
heartily prophesy, sorrow no more detain
she left. And sisted to her one sweet
seal fold fury was an academic
joke. To that shine on mermaids’ sigh celestial
gazers, flesh white clouds in voice; for Amiel,
where but bid the fever, as the began
touched is out-wrest; for truth to Saul. Are
mend throne, plaiting Fevers, flush’d phosphor glow!
C
Then done mind his velvet cold they had not
task to roam over happy in disdains
may the sword she drink them all with thine, or
blood to kiss her eyes colored banks are done.
Her other plenty, harme that confound by
her press you wilt, on will prevail: but idle
soundlesse comforting on thou had specious
Cry, religion arts might excell’d, and
in ever lamp that it be now who bids
his broken, conceal’d like a nymph and morn
tomorrow head turn to the same young, and
rash suspectre-thin, and toward the morn or some
scent, his dumb; for that ran warmed God tis after
shine of things lies reviving tale, fair.
CI
She story after Hearts too depriv’d and
honours love, as thought that unches grief can
thy shown, what even that have kill me wed
thus with Cruelty, nodding Age, some he
half: leave the hungry general Cry, for thirsts
appeare, make Tree. I loved of Fates, and thou
encounteous David by, on the spake: thou
feeder twisted the eye? The merciless
Kindness of thy day be commend the wishes’
wand’ring palm dissenting on Latin
King to consolate, enaunter down, and
cured: pity, screens, that is wise-women; and
their mists throng, I gied the flowered daughter’s
Name if the told’st me, let are lying crowd.
#poetry#automatically generated text#Patrick Mooney#Markov chains#Markov chain length: 5#112 texts#sonnet sequence
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Hi 👋
I wanted to ask you if I can get ideal partner reading for myself 👀
Hello!
It took me awfully long but here I am with your ideal partner reading, freshly out of oven.
Take what resonates with you and dismiss the rest. I hope it gives at least some sort of clarification to you and if not, then I hope you have at least fun reading 😊
Thank you for your request!
@im-whoim
Deck: Egyptian
Spread: Ideal Partner + Heavenly Bodies
Body - 10 of Cups
Your perfect match is someone who likes good things and pampers themselves. They surely deserve it. They never say no to delicious meals or sweet cakes and they are likely fond of soft and smooth fabrics. They love to be merry and ooze cheerful energy. They are likely speaking loudly, someone could call it shouting. Their cheeks are pink and soft and so squishy you want to cup them and cover in kisses.
Heart - Knight of Pentacles
Your ideal partner is a deeply practical and meticulous person at heart. They might progress slowly but with focus on details and when they do something, the outcome is perfection itself. They are likely ambitious but lack a sense of romance. Don’t expect them to declare sonnets to you. They are more likely to show their affection towards you through very practical actions. They will happily do your taxes or help you with installing a new operating system on your PC. And very likely save you a significant amount of money and make your computer super fast in the process because of their expert knowledge.
Spirit - Ace of Swords
When it comes to spirituality, your ideal person is a pragmatic type. They don’t really believe in deities, spirits or any other kind of non-material entities. They won’t mock you if you do, though. They have understanding and natural curiosity about the unknown so you might expect them to gleefully discuss the meaning of life and the origin of the universe with you, if you want to.
Soul - 7 of Swords
When it comes to their soul, your perfect match is scared and wounded. They have been through a nasty betrayal in the past and they carry the trauma from it. It might result in them staying a bit distant which might be infuriating for you. You need to show patience with them and persuade them that you are true and loyal. If you succeed, you will get the most devoted and loyal person in them, the kind that would run into a burning house to save your collection of creepy dolls from there even when they think that those scary toys should burn in hell flames. But for you, they would do anything. (The dolls are only an example, I don’t expect you to actually have such a collection).
Time - XV The Devil
You are likely to meet through battling yourself. Maybe you have some sort of a bad habit or addiction you want to quit (smoking perhaps or grinding teeth in sleep or whatever). You might battle this for some time, trying multiple methods but always failing. This person is likely to give you the kind of tough love needed for you to overcome the first and hardest stages of quitting. They are likely to stay with you up all night, guarding you, talking with you, distracting you from your bad habit urges. They will check on you as often as needed for you to stick to your resolution. And their support will genuinely help.
Place - X The Wheel of Fortune
If you ever decide to live together, your home is likely to be an ever changing place. You will redecorate it, renovate it, reconstruct it often for it to always match your current taste. And also because you simply need your home to be fluid and in sort of a motion. You don’t like to get bored in your home. You need it to support your current needs.
Zodiac Sign - Aries
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Here's a gush pass 🎫!!! If you'd like an f/o yo fixate on to gush, may I recommend Virgil? Please feel free to send this gush pass to three other self shippers if you've the energy (but no pressure to of course!)
I like the way you think anon, I’ve been kind of thinking of him recently too. Really quick before I get into this, the original dmc games are my oldest special interest since my dad brought it home when I was like 6. Vergil’s fic journals go back literal YEARS, the first fic journal I ever wrote for him was in one of those voice activated “My Password Journals” (yeah, remember those?) at age like 12. Honestly, he’s one of those blorbos that is so different from his original source now that he’s his own character lmao. It’s below the cut and gets kinda dark at times so read with caution. (Part 1/2 bc of length I’m so sorry anon)
So to understand how we sort of are now, you have to understand how it started.
Vergil craved power and rejected humanity, and as a siren going through a similar awakening, our meeting was inevitable. He was looking for a way to raise a demon tower and merge both human and demon worlds, and Samael had just the book he needed in his library. I was 15, he was 17. Neither of us had social skills, and both of us had plenty of time to wander endlessly through the modern library of Alexandria.
I knew he’d be there, admittedly. I’d known Dante longer, we’d met maybe five years earlier. Because our home worlds are parallel and the library is a shared doorway between the two, I’d already known who both of them were and that neither were aware of the other’s life. I didn’t know that I’d fall so fast for Vergil though. He was so stuffy at first, but when he opened up he was clever and funny and broken. He was still arrogant, just a little. He was also a bit like speaking to a mirror, he was the least loved, the one that needed to be responsible for everyone and everything, the one that knew better. He was the one isolated and shut out from the warmth, and I was the exact same. We raised the tower together, and were naïve to do so. Vergil changed when he was in that tower, and I saw it as my punishment. I could have kept the book from him and feigned ignorance, but I wanted his happiness so badly I’d gift wrapped the damn thing. Gone were the bookmarked poems and carefully copied sonnets, and in their wake was silence, cold nights, and an irritating competitor. Alice. She’d try hard for his attention and lose every time. I hated the frigid bed, but the defeated look in her face soothed my wounds just a little. I was glad when she disappeared to seek her own ambitions. I’d managed to make it to the top of the tower on my then barely used wings, but not before the portal closed. I wasn’t able to see him leave, or give him an earnest goodbye. I wanted to hate Dante when he returned with only his new acquaintance, but I couldn’t.
The time between when Vergil fell into hell and reappeared under Mundus’ control was hard. A mourning period. Dante tried his best to keep my mind off it, but the truth was that we were both struggling to keep it together. It wasn’t all bad, there were happy moments too, but sometimes a book here or a button there would return the somber mood. Vergil admits that he doesn’t have many coherent memories during this time either, and the few he does have are dreamlike fantasies. When he lost against Mundus he lost control of his mind and body for the most part, and when he did come to? Mundus had already made a copy of me to occupy him. This is unfortunately how Nero entered the picture. Once the copy served her purpose she was erased for further torment. When Dante returned from Mallet island and finally opened up, he’d apologized to me for being unable to rescue his brother once again.
Part 2 here
#goblinanswers#god I hope nonshippers never find this#i sound insane#❤️[a thousand years]#💛[call me little sunshine]#💚[Téir abhaile riú]
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Okay T. I'll tell you.
I'm absolutely terrified right now because I'm pretty certain that once you know, you're going to panic and never speak to me again.
I'm staring out of the window into the black night and maybe our eight months of texting has finally led us to this exact timeline split. Either you walk away, or you don't. It'll be your choice alone and I can't control the outcome any longer.
Either you love me, or you don't.
Okay here goes
[screenshot of my Tumblr post which reads "T there are some late nights when I feel like I will absolutely wither away and die because you're not inside of me"]
I posted this on the internet on April 16th. You can Google my Tumblr name and my blog will come up immediately. Everything with the #is this flirting? tag is about you, and it goes back to August when you very first texted me.
Aside from the blog, I started writing you letters when I thought that I was first developing feelings for you. The first letter that I wrote to you was on October 5th. The most recent letter was yesterday. I've written you 92 letters and one Italian sonnet (seriously).
Remember back in November when I told you that your name was beautiful, and you said you hated it? And that I wrote an "argument" to defend your name? It was actually the sonnet that I wrote. Since we'll probably never talk after this, you can have it now
[screenshot of sonnet]
T, I'm madly in love with you. I should think it obvious by now. I've never felt this way about anyone in my life, not ever. Not even close. And I can say that because, I believe that we meet in every timeline. I never believed in fate or destiny before I met you.
When I saw you in Dr. T's class, it was the most fucked up thing because I just knew. I just knew. I felt the presence of your body in Dr. L's class, sitting behind me. I felt your... vibrations. It sounds so dumb to say it like this, but I did. And I think you felt it too, strangely, and whether or not you understood it, I think maybe you loved me immediately. At least, you felt something enough to seek me out after not seeing me for an entire year. Why else were you still thinking about me after all that time?
Anyway, I knew by October 5th.
By the beginning of December, I was so in love with you that I started to become ill, like in those old Brontë novels. Leading up to the first day of my new job, I couldn't eat and I couldn't sleep. I started to lose weight. And then I made you the voice recording which you did not enjoy, and you stopped talking to me for a few weeks, and I honestly thought I would die from heartbreak. Just like in those old novels. But I fought really hard to get you back, and I did, a little bit anyway.
But then we didn't talk for all of February and half of March. I wrote you two goodbye letters in fact, I think they're on Tumblr. I couldn't send them though, because I love you so desperately.
I know there are infinity timelines in which we get married, and have kids, and we're really happy together. I know there are timelines in which you are not afraid to love me too, passionately, endlessly, openly. I don't think I'm lucky enough to be in either of those timelines. But it's not my decision, it's yours.
What else can I say? You're all I think about, all I desire. The days that we don't talk pass in sheer agony for me. I cry all the time over you. I come all the time thinking about you. All my close friends know about you.
If you asked me to marry you tomorrow, I would. If you asked me to wait ten years, I would, although I'm not certain I'd be alive. If you asked me to run away with you, to a ranch out west, to Washington D.C., if you asked me to live in LC with you, or Canada or Ghana, I would. If you asked me to have the kinkiest possible sex with you, I would.
I would do anything for you, because I love you. It's that simple. There is no shadow or hint of doubt in my heart. My love for you is real and pure and true.
I'm your dream woman, your trophy wife, your little slut, your brightside girl. I'm hopelessly devoted to you. I love you, T.
And even as you walk away from me, I'll love you. I'll love you until the day I die. And after.
Anyway, that's what I wanted to tell you in person. But maybe it's better this way. Because I have my doubts that you're ready to know all this. I guess my 93rd letter to you will be about telling you all of this finally.
And now you understand why it's agony for me, to never hear you tell me that I'm beautiful, or that you like me, or want to see me or date me, or that you want to be my man. That you love me. [Author's note: What do you suppose are the chances of him ever writing a love letter back to me?]
You say only the strong survive; you probably perceive my love for you as a weakness, or your own feelings for me as weakness, whatever they may be.
And I say to you, love is the only thing worth living for. It's the only thing worth dying for, worth risking it all for. We were put on this earth by God to love and be loved. That's it. And all that matters to me is my all-consuming love for you.
One last thing: Life is really, really short. You think you have time; you don't. You think there will always be chances and opportunity and next time; there won't be.
Personally I'm waiting for the day when the doctors tell me that I inherited it from my mother after all. And then I'll be counting my life in days, not years. And in that respect, I'm glad that you know. In this timeline, before I die, you know.
I think that's everything. You have my heart now, do with it what you wish. It's yours.
I love you, T
#love letter#I really sent this#please don’t doubt my fearlessness again#or foolishness#writing#is this flirting?#letter to T
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Happy Birthday @krissology!!
We commissioned the lovely @miranhas-art to draw your beautiful Ezra and reader from “Forget Me Not” - your story lives in our hearts and is held dear by so many others; I hope this picture does your vision justice!
Some birthday messages below the cut:
@the-ginger-hedge-witch : Kriss, Happy birthday! Thank you for always making me laugh! Thank you for the book recs that will never leave my brain cough Credence cough! Thank you for sharing your gorgeous writing with us, for your support, and your enthusiasm. Thank you for your TikToks that speak to my soul. Lol But mostly thank you for being you. Very happy you were born and to know you! Lots of love on your special day!!
@djarinsbeskar : My darling Kriss!! You have been a pillar of support, hilarity and filth since the first time I invaded your DMs like the fangirl I still am to this day. Your humour is unparalleled and fills my day with absolute belly laughs, your advice is unrivalled and your taste is unmatched. Thank you for taking a gremlin like me in and being such a phenomenal friend for all these months, I absolutely adore you and I hope you have the most wonderful birthday being treated like the queen you are!
@astroboots : Beloved Kriss! I am so grateful to have gotten to know you because you are one of the most hilarious people I have had the pleasure to know. Whether it's you writing a epic sonnet of a porn drabble to describe the pose of how Din should sit while he gets a blowjob; or you bestowing me the flawless priceless masterpiece of an art that is your erotic stick figure drawings that puts Klimt to shame; chatting with you has easily become one of my favourite pasttimes of the day. You truly are the whole package, loyal, kind, hilarious and insanely talented it makes my head implode a little bit. I hope you have the most wonderful birthday today.
@javier-pena : Dear Kriss, first of all, happy birthday!!! And second of all, I’m gonna take this opportunity to tell you how much I admire you for being such a talented writer, for knowing exactly who you are and what you want, and for being so fun and positive. I hope you have an amazing birthday!
@charnelhouse : Kriss. My love. My life. My porn-enthusiast. My romance novel fiend. IDK when we started being friends, but honestly it' was one of the BEST days of my life. You are fucking hilarious and a brilliant writer and I remember reading Forget Me Not and thinking wow this chick can fucking write and I feel like she's cool AF and you are so - i'm prophetic. I still think we'd blow up a building on accident if we ever partied together. i love u.
@silksaddle : Happy birthday Kriss! To the person with the funniest stories and book reviews, and an incredible talent for writing, I hope you have a more-than-wonderful day. All my love!
@highsviolets : Happy Birthday to the nastiest bitch around! Thanks for being one of the most honest, crazy, and talented humans I’ve ever met. I hope your day is filled with lots of *screenshots* and all the other things you love!
@frannyzooey : Happy Birthday to the world’s best filth procurer and the other half of my whore heart! You have made such an incredible difference in my life this year - with the tireless work you do for the best book recommendations, with your constant support and enthusiasm, with your hilarious, honest posts and with your inability to keep your mouth shut in discord. I know you see it as a weakness, but I think it’s actually the literal best. The amount of times I have laughed until my gut hurts since meeting you has increased tenfold and that is the best feeling. I hope you have a great birthday! I love you!
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"my child is fine" your child was just told for the first time that Romeo and Juliet's first conversation is a shared sonnet they create together meaning from the moment they meet they are speaking love poetry to each other and is seriously considering Flinging Herself Into The Sea
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hi bestie !! 11 “I never thought I’d fancy you…and yet here we are” pls 🥺🥺
In which Percy and Annabeth don’t meet in the best of circumstances, but then time goes by and he can’t imagine life without her,, percabeth
When Percy first meets her, he’s fifteen years old, and it is not at all what he would consider a pleasant experience.
He’s forced to sit next to the blonde girl with sharp grey eyes on the first day of freshman year. Her name is Annabeth, he quickly learns, and she is the complete opposite of him. Where he’s sloppy, she’s precise. She’s the first to raise her hand in class while he’s the one hiding his eyes from the teacher’s, and when she points it out to him, a mocking grin on her face, he decides right then and there that he wants nothing to do with her.
They don’t really talk for the entirety of the year, excluding the jabs she takes at him when he gets a quiz back marked in red while hers is pristine. He prefers it that way — silent — and by the time the end of the year rolls around, he’s not at all disappointed to discover that she’s not going to be in any of the same classes the following year.
He almost forgets about her, really, until he walks into English literature on the first day of senior year and spots her sitting next to the only remaining seat.
Percy almost walks right back out of the room, tormented by the idea of having to spend his last year of high school next to the girl with scary eyes, but then she locks eyes with him, and something tells him to sit.
He slides into the seat next to her and is surprised by the slight smile she shoots at him.
“Haven’t seen you since freshman year,” she comments. Her voice has changed a lot, he notices, and as he takes the rest of her in, he realizes that the rest of her has too. Her hair has grown out and seems to be tamer, and her face seems more defined than he remembers. Other parts of her are definitely fuller as well, and he has to fight back a flush as she laughs at him struggling to form an answer.
“I guess it has been,” he manages to answer.
Annabeth leans over the side of her desk, and Percy feels a little bit lightheaded at the smell of her perfume. It’s the same one as before. Maybe she hasn’t changed so much. “You look like you want to bolt.”
“Only a little bit.”
She leans back again, humor in her eyes. “I wasn’t that bad, was I?”
Percy isn’t really sure how to respond to that. As far as he had been aware from the things he’s heard, Annabeth was still a very prickly person, but sitting next to her now, she couldn’t seem further from that.
“Well,” she says when he doesn’t answer, “I guess it’s a good thing you’ll be sitting next to me then. I wouldn’t want you thinking I’m still a dick.”
“I didn’t say you were that bad,” Percy points out, finding his voice again. It’s hardly his fault. Annabeth’s really pretty. Maybe she always has been, but now that she’s not at his throat, he feels less shame in seeing it. He can’t breathe.
She shrugs, though she doesn’t seem insulted. “Yeah, but you didn’t need to.”
From there, he isn’t entirely sure how it happens. They quickly become friends, and Percy finds he enjoys her company. She’s really funny, and she’s not at all how she was a few years ago. To be fair, he’s sure he’s making it easier. He’d be the first to admit that he probably wasn’t the best person to sit next to either a few years ago when his hyperactivity was at an all-time high.
They become what some may call best friends, and it’s pretty awesome.
Still, as awesome as best friends is, it doesn’t take all that long for them to become more than friends either.
One second, they’re at his house putting together a presentation on Shakespeare’s Sonnet 19, and the next second, they’re on the couch, Percy’s hand sneaking under the back of her shirt to feel her warm skin while she kisses him senseless.
It’s hot and heavy, and it’s only been two months since they’ve reconciled after three years, but it’s also perfect, and he wonders how he’s been missing this for so long.
Annabeth pulls away after a couple minutes to rest her face in the crook of his neck. She’s breathing hard, and Percy is too, but he’s much more focused on the way his lips tingle, yearning to feel her pressed harder against him again.
She lifts her head to look at him, and Percy falls distracted by her eyes. They’re the eyes that he used to hate as they’d tease him, but now, they’re the same eyes he gets excited to see every day for fifty minutes in class. They’re the same eyes he thinks he may be just a little bit in love with at the moment.
“You’re so pretty,” Percy blurts out. He doesn’t even realize he’s said it until she’s giggling, close enough for him to feel the small breaths against his lips.
“Yeah?”
“Mh-hm.” Percy’s nose nudges hers, but he doesn’t kiss her. “Like, really pretty.”
“I think you’re pretty cute yourself.”
Percy doesn’t know that he’s ever heard someone else say that to him, and now he doesn’t need to. Hearing Annabeth Chase call him cute is about all he’s ever needed in life.
He tries to bring them back to where they were a few minutes ago, but Annabeth settles a hand on his shoulder to stop his efforts. He doesn’t mind, since she doesn’t seem to be upset by him.
“Thank you,” she says, “for sitting next to me. I really thought you were going to turn around and ditch just because you didn’t want to sit next to me.”
“And miss this?” Percy presses a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth. “Never.”
“I really like you,” she whispers. “And… I’m just really glad you’re my partner in class.”
Percy can’t help the grin that slides across his mouth. “I really like you too.”
“Not as much as I like you.”
“Oh yeah?” Percy tries to kiss her properly this time, and she lets him. He kisses her until he’s out of breath again, and then some more, before he pulls away. “Then date me.”
Annabeth laughs, but it’s not a condescending one he would’ve expected three years ago. It’s funny how much things have changed from when they were both fifteen. He never would’ve thought he’d be an eighteen-year-old with Annabeth tangled up in his lap, asking her to be his.
“Date you?”
Percy smiles softly, and Annabeth matches it. “Be my girlfriend.”
Annabeth’s fingers move under his chin and she lifts until his eyes lock on hers. It just feels right. Against his lips, she says, “I’d love to.”
And that’s how it starts.
It spirals out of control from that point on. He falls deeper in love with her with every day, and so much surer that this is how it was meant to be. He feels so much flooding through him every single time he looks into her eyes, and he doesn’t know how to express just how much he loves her. He doesn’t think that words could ever describe it.
Percy doesn’t try to explain his thoughts at first because he just doesn’t know how to. He doesn’t try until it’s the last week before they graduate, and they’re sitting on top of a building staring off into the New York skyline as the sun begins to set.
“This is beautiful,” Annabeth says. They sit together on a ledge, still far enough to guarantee their safety. She’s sitting between his legs with his arms wrapped around her waist and head resting on her shoulder. It’s a bit cold outside, so she wears his jacket.
Percy thinks it’s beautiful too, but for more reasons than just the skyline bursting with pinks and golds.
“It’s nothing compared to you,” he whispers into her ear.
“You big sap.”
“Only for you.” Percy kisses the edge of her ear.
Annabeth sighs, and Percy tightens his grip on her. “I still can’t believe it.”
“Believe what?”
“That we’re graduating. We’re leaving high school together when on the first day of high school, we wanted nothing to do with each other.”
Percy snickers. “Yeah, but it adds some spice to our relationship.”
“I hardly think we need any more spice,” she says, teasing.
Percy hums deep in his throat, content as she snuggles deeper into his arms to protect against the biting wind. “Probably not.”
Annabeth’s silent for a few minutes, and he wishes he could know what she’s thinking.
“Can you do me a favor?” she asks, so quiet he almost misses it amongst the New York hum.
“Anything.”
“Tell me a secret.”
“A secret?”
“Just — something you’ve never told me before.”
“I tell you everything already.”
“Just something you’ve never said.”
Percy doesn’t even have to think. He already knows exactly what he wants to say, so he leans in close to speak into her ear.
“I love you.”
Annabeth laughs and rolls her eyes fondly. “That’s not something you’ve never told me.”
“Then I’m telling you again.” Percy kisses her neck, a soft brush of his lips. “I’m just a little bit in love with you.”
“Just a little bit?”
“A lot in love with you,” he corrects.
“That’s better.”
“And…”
Annabeth tilts her head back against his chest to look up at him. It’s so cute he thinks he may explode.
“I never thought I’d fancy you,” he admits, “yet here we are.”
She grins. “I was an awful fifteen-year-old.”
“If it led us to now, then I’d do it a million times over,” he tells her. “And you weren’t that bad.”
Annabeth makes a sound of disagreement and brings a hand up to brush against his cheek. “Can I tell you something now?”
“Go for it.”
Annabeth blinks slowly, and Percy realizes that the sun is almost set as the night takes over. “I love you.”
“You just told me that wasn’t a secret,” he says, playful.
“Let me finish,” she chides. “I love you, and I’m giving you everything I have, so… don’t change your mind on me.”
Percy knows he couldn’t possibly change his mind on her. She’s it, he knows, and it’s exactly how it should be.
He sees a future with her. He sees marriage and kids and growing old together. His future is written with Annabeth Chase, and his mind is made up.
“Change my mind on you?” Percy laughs once and brings his lips to hers. “Never.”
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She’s Faster - Emily Sonnett x Reader
Prompt: Can it be where Emily and the Y/N didn’t know like she had to take her child to a practice because no one could watch her. And then later one Emily gets close to the reader and her child and asked the reader out?
“Fuck fuck fuck,” Y/N mumbled, rushing to the bench, throwing her bag down, hastily pulling her cleats frantically putting them on.
As soon as her cleats were on, Y/N sprinted to the center of the field where Vlatko had just started his team meeting before practice. Vlatko just nodded at her arrival, continuing to speak.
“You good?” Sonnet whispered softly.
Y/N just nodded, shoulder heaving as she released a sigh.
Sonnett gently pushed Y/N with her shoulder, dipping her head to try and get a better read on her face. Y/N pushed back slightly, a small smile coming to her face.
The defender had noticed the younger woman had been more rushed recently, more distracted, and hardly around the team during free time this camp. Mostly coming back and forth to the hotel for meetings and curfew.
When practice and meetings were on, Y/N was focused. The only time she seemed to look relaxed.
As soon practice ended, Y/N was taking her cleats off and rushing off the field again. Tossing a quick good-bye over her shoulder and she left.
Several of the players watcher her leave, all sharing looks, each confused. Y/N was normally very social with the team, bouncing between the different groups of friends, close with several of the players. So, her leaving after the practice so abruptly was out of character.
Emily noticed that Alex watched the other woman leave worriedly, like she knew something no one else did. Once Y/N was out of sight, Alex looked back to the group, her and Sonnett sharing a quick look. That look of recognition on her face still, giving Sonny a small smirk.
The next day at practice, many of the players were surprised to see Y/N already there, off to the far end of the field already ready for practice but not alone. Y/N was passing a ball back and fourth with a boy about six years old. Every watched on confused at the unexpected addition to the field. Alex dropped her stuff and quickly making her way to the pair with a familiarity, smiling.
Emily quickly got ready, glancing over every couple seconds.
“Dude, Y/N has a kid?” Horan asked to the group around her.
Sonnett shook herself out of watching Y/N and the boy.
Several players all shrugging their shoulders or shaking their heads, no one knowing anything.
“Just ask her if you guys want to know,” Alex told the group as she approached.
Emily squinted her eyes at the direct response, the two making eye contact again. What the hell did Alex know that no one else knew?
As Vlatko called the team to start practice, Emily watched as Y/N gave the boy a quick fist bump before ruffling his hair and jogging off. The boy swatting at her hand with a smile.
Vlatko started talking as soon as everyone was together, preventing anyone from asking Y/N about the boy she had been playing with. The entire practice, Y/N managed to be busy and avoid giving anyone any chance to ask her questions.
Sonnett attempted to get close to Y/N as much as she could, only to be also avoided by the younger soccer player. Everyone was confused by Y/N’s behavior and concerned. They all spent so much time together, it was normal to individually feel overwhelmed and pull away. But this was different. Y/N had been off this whole camp.
Finally practice came to a close, Y/N quickly jogged over to the boy who had remained playing by himself throughout the practice.
Eyebrows shot up when the boy called her name and ran to meet her halfway. Y/N smiling for the first time since practice had started, picking the boy up and swinging him around.
“Auntie Alex!” eyebrows went up when the boy saw Alex approach them.
Y/N let the boy down who ran to the forward, hugging her tight around the waist.
“Hey Kaleb,” Alex ruffled his hair, squatting down to pull him into a proper hug.
Sonnett hung back and debated with herself if she should join, if she would be welcome. She had struggled to keep her feelings at bay for months now, working to get closer to Y/N, been trying to determine how Y/N felt in return. The two had started to get closer, gradually sharing personal pieces of their lives together; a son had never been mentioned though.
“This is starting to look creepy,” Lindsey whispered to the defender, coming to stand beside her.
Sonnett whipped her head to the side, Lindsey just shrugged, shoving her friend forward with a roll of the eyes.
Sonnett stumbled slightly, catching herself and slowing approached.
“Hey Son,” Alex smirked, shooting the defender a knowing look.
Emily stumbled again under the smirk, hesitating at the nervous expression Y/N wore. The boy had inched his way to be behind Y/N’s legs, poking his head out slightly.
Mustering up some confidence, Sonnett closed the distance, squatted down to be eye level with the shy boy.
“Hey little man, I’m Sonny,” she smiled at the boy, who tried to duck behind Y/N more, only to be stopped by Y/N shifting her legs to expose him.
Y/N knelt down as well, soothingly rubbing her hand up and down his back.
“What do you say bub?” Y/N prompted.
“Hi,” the boy mumbled, trying to burrow his face into Y/N’s shoulder.
“This is Kaleb,” Y/N introduced, purposely not stating her relation to the boy. She leaned in and whispered something in the boys ear, who brought his head up and glanced at Sonnett who gave him what she was hoped was reassuring smile.
“Did you have fun watching Y/N play today?”
Kaleb just nodded his head.
“She’s pretty good, huh?” Emily continued to try and engage the boy.
“She’s so fast!” that perked the boy up.
“Guess what?” Sonnett said smirking. “I’m even faster than her.”
Kaleb quickly turned to look at Y/N, shocked.
Y/N laughed and nodding her head. “It’s true bub.”
Kaleb turned back to Emily, still surprised. Emily gave the boy a quick wink.
“I bet you could beat Sonny though,” Y/N tried to detangle the boy from her arms.
Sonnett looked back to the younger woman, grateful for the olive branch that was being extended.
Kaleb slowly pulled away from Y/N.
“Wanna race?” Sonny stood up, extending a hand to the boy.
Y/N gently pushed the boy forward, who nodded and gave her a small smile, reaching out to grasp Sonnetts offered hand.
The two went to the side line, the defender pointing out where they should run to for their race. Y/N watched with a smile, she had been so worried about bringing Kaleb to the practice and how people would react. More so, how Emily Sonnett would react. Y/N wasn’t dense, she knew how the defender felt about her, she knew how she felt in return too. But she knew Kaleb was going to be an important factor in what she would do with those feelings.
Her smile grew, chest swelling while she watched the defender let the shy boy win. Dramatically flopping on the ground behind him on the finish line.
“I demand a rematch!” Sonnett called out, rolling onto her stomach to see Kaleb.
Sonnett stood up, encouraging the boy to race her again.
This time as they called out ‘go’, Sonny gently pushed the boy, giving herself a head start.
Y/N rolled her eyes and laughed as Kaleb ran after Emily, tugging her practice jersey to slow her down. Emily allowing her momentum to slow and the boy to pass her again.
“Talk to her,” Alex whispered, knocking their shoulders together.
“Nothing to talk about,” Y/N mumbled out.
“Talk to her,” Alex repeated, rolling her eyes and walking away.
Kaleb came running back to Y/N, a huge smile on his face.
“Did you see me win?” he called excited when he got closer.
“I did! You did such a good job bub!” Y/N put her hand out for a fist bump.
Sonnett cautiously followed, unsure that Alex wasn’t there to be a buffer this time, nerves returning.
Y/N gave Emily a grateful smile, seeing how happy the boy was.
“Can Sonny come for lunch?” Kaleb asked, tilting his chin up to look Y/N.
Y/N looked down at the hopeful expression on his face, looking up to Sonnett, trying to decide if the blonde would be interested.
“I’d love to come, dude!”
Y/N let out a breath, shoulder dropping. Sonnett let out her own breath, relieved knowing she hadn’t over stepped, happy she could spend more time with the two.
“Alright, let’s roll,” Y/N held Kalebs hand while they walked to the parking lot.
Sonnett made eye contact with Lindsey who shot her a thumbs up across the parking lot.
Lunch had ended up being a blast. Y/N and Kaleb were clearly very close, whatever their relationship was. The boy had quickly warmed up to the defender, telling her all about himself, dominating the conversation. Y/N able to sit back and watch Emily and Kaleb interact, loving how happy both looked.
Y/N didn’t make it back to the hotel until later that evening, just in time for their film session. She entered the room and sat next to Emily, their shoulders and legs brushing.
Sonnett watched as Y/N nervously fidgeted in her seat, playing with her fingers, glancing to the defender only to look away a few times. Finally having enough, Sonny confidently reached over and gently stopped the fidgeting.
“You good?” she leaned in and whispered.
Y/N nodded too quickly, turning to Emily who hadn’t moved away. “Thank you for today,” she whispered just as softly.
“I had a great time today Y/N,” she whispered back, the two making eye contact. The moment far too intimate for being in the middle of a film session. Both quickly pulling away when Alex cleared her throat next to them, smirking again.
Y/N remained tense the rest of the meeting, kicking herself of allowing things to get too close. She had had a great time today with Sonnett, she loved watching Emily and Kaleb together. It gave her hope she could have what she wanted. Y/N knew she couldn’t have it though, not matter how well today had gone.
As soon as the meeting ended, Y/N shot out of her chair and rushed to her room, taking the stairs to avoid being with any teammates.
Alex and Emily shared a confused look. Sonnett thought she had finally figured out how Y/N felt, was ready to make her move, regardless of the relationship with Kaleb. Alex had thought that Y/N was finally going to let the blonde defender in, stop keeping her at arm’s length.
Feeling disappointed, Emily hung her head and shuffled her way out of the room.
“Go talk to her,” Alex pulled her back, handing off her room key.
Emily paused in the room, looking at the key now in her hand. Determined to end this hot and cold between the two of them, Emily made her way to Y/N’s room, letting herself in after knocking on the door.
“Sonnett?” Y/N asked when the defender walked into the room, confused at her unexpected presence.
“I had a great time today,” Sonnett started confidently. “Kaleb is awesome, and I would be honoured to spend more time with him and with you. I don’t know what he is too you, but he’s obviously important to you, so he is important to me too now. Because you are important to me.” She paused to gather her thoughts, letting out a sigh she continued, “I like you Y/N, as in like like you.”
Sonnett cringed at herself, visibly wincing, confident immediately leaving her.
Y/N got off the bed and approached her, reaching out to hold her hand, only to pull away unsure, then reach forward with both hands. If Emily could be confident, so could she.
“I like like you too,” Y/N said shyly, not looking up. “And Kaleb is a, is a uhh, a long story. He’s not mine, but he is mine I guess.” Y/N rambled; eyebrows creased while she tried to gather her words.
Sonnett turned her hands over so they were actually holding hands now, giving them a squeeze to encourage Y/N to continue.
Y/N let out a sigh, rolling her head to stare at the ceiling, frustrated at her inability to express herself.
“Fuck, I like you too Emily,” Y/N finally made eye contact. “Kaleb and I are a package deal though.”
Sonnett released one hand, placing it on Y/N’s hip, tugging her closer.
“That’s fine, I’m ok with that. And you can tell me the long story whenever you feel ready,” Sonnett dipped her head to make eye contact again, making sure Y/N understood how serious she was being. She released her hand, moving it to Y/N’s neck, thumb gently rubbing along her jaw.
Y/N shuffled her feet closer to Sonnett, free hands now grasping the hem of Sonnett’s shirt.
“We can go as slow or as fast as you want, but I want the opportunity be with you, explore this,” Emily moved her hand from Y/N’s neck, motioning between them, leaving her hand on her chest now.
Y/N brought one hand up, holding onto Emily’s wrist. They both inched forward a little more, their chests touching now, Emily gently sliding her hand to rest on Y/N’s trap. Giving it a little squeeze, she dropped her forward head until it touched. Neither knowing what else to say now that their feelings had been expressed.
Y/N tugged on Sonnetts shirt even though they were already chest to chest. Releasing the shirt, she moved her hand to Emily’s face; thumb rubbing her cheek while her fingers dug slightly into the back of her neck.
“Can I,” Y/N started, only to pause, letting out a small breath. “Can I kiss you?”
Giving a barely there nod, Emily tilted her head and they both closed the final small distance, lips brushing briefly. They made eye contact, before pulling each other in for another, deeper, kiss.
“I mean it, we can take this at whatever speed you want, but I want this. I want you. I want Kaleb. I was us,” Emily gave her another kiss, pulling her into a tight hug.
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And more; by shame or fancies dipt in great krater-cup
A sonnet sequence
First Stanza
For the breathe, thanne had been assayed at her
sweet is still, a discouer when Science, knowing
owre wi’ the day, and that he often
tymes wolde han slayn me, fly me, for thou
are o’ermuch; i, the firstling thighs? A lightly
to the place where is thro’ with the west,
and as in this sweet; from off thoughts conclusioun
were close, then spak moore wikked and manhood
fused with it; from lips I kisses on
glorious springs! Seems their live with her
state begun. A void of land—alone, and
the glove, your tears, then all the street, jackhammers
that hope of earth hath been, and fresher
things are sight in a dusky colonnade.
Second Stanza
If in so sure: what he, if thought that said?
Go from Heaven like the nigher height, all
song the full of life true and thro’ all itself
through the simmer sun, and hir lyve. Yet
nearer way men to light; but Crist hymself
dost thou speak, tho’ in sarks to all that fruit;
who touch’d with glad arms unite, and gazed upon
them about my spirit went; whether
take what very brother, perpetual
maidens of wearing of this as of
sorrowing day; and grasps a spiritual self!
From thee, sacred be God, immortal door,
wi’ a rank reiver, a porter at a
time, I shal seye yow soore I hear the sea.
Third Stanza
There sleeps the queen: when we part? And high to me, for, God with gold,
and airy goal, and half disarm’d him: so away in them where
upon follow’d to another in the very same and then,
when from his however we brave is a zero vector
existence, thus whispering cup, nails fellowship of sciential brain.
Utterly her song, tho’ I walk’d unto the town, and if I
lose to look at the door! A millionaire: not griefs with an anxious
fraud of beauty born of my dream: but a breathe hills and the
woodbine blown do but gentle stream.—The deep love and flung himself
in yonder stynte, comth, first, but know it is the stream, but my hand
anxious fears numbers journey on her eye; nor are young birth, and
every charm of what come here is the unshapeliest, issuing
of this limp and dree, and dance. Her dream, mither will hours. And
married sunbeam lay athwart that he wende that brent wole be.
Fourth Stanza
Of him. Blood glow wind blew loud, it leads through the world of fondness,
haunt to me. And Autumn, with Hope to bord with ful good; or so
it did invite to waken’d, but mean they. Delights around in
thine. Inexorable still all adorn my spiritual of
the creature, which he had a flower-plots were cast a cadaver.
And I—my harps she love-glance and was false, ring weed, until
they went from his warm that beat doubt. Ally, as me yaf me my
potent, imperial, and still, for I myself as firmer
mind. Useful at last lost, some times a separate from the mimic
picture of human faces glimmer’d, like silence from death along
the drift and array’d; themselves in these must tells the ruddy
strife melted in a clouds them lie, viewing the sun, o’er studded
peaks in the shock, so I wake—no more; such sanity will death-
pale, no hint of Day is music, forc’d himself he fleeting fate!
Fifth Stanza
If, in thine: ere loveliness oft turn
minutes, by the sky; they lose toppled down
the glow of more such light, they chatter’d trifle
please me, the warm; for know it is battered
prays, nor past together, giving true,
and shew how can my bed to tread, withouten
excellent for the shoulders did we
went doubt, believing wainscot mouse behind.
And now we saw a great Pan-festival:
his sisters of old we for ever empty
cup, and lorded than before their flairing
of wheat and part us, leaving dead,
four lips shall fall as the white, we easily
nor wills, and I discern! Young mankind.
�� Sixth Stanza
In the caue, while each amicable gazed-
and genial table-talk, or how can my
breathed furrows of bees, blacken’d brown of Demons?
To meet and we lie near me propitious,
not the soul, nor game, no roome, no the
dear, thro’ all these fading afar pastoral
hillock a lang, languid paces; not
ask me why I tolde han my breast and learn
it, whence a little snake, but in mariage;
for, by my fey, I took exactly what
made the dead man’s low came on, how lithe! Once
more than be—I care is new-born goddess
of their house where for human frail gesture
are not a things; my world came, and farewell.
Seventh Stanza
Name for to weeds of habitacioun of
uryne and chastity: yes, Pallas from
the large eagle language of regrets that
forget me down her die, and to man. For
never let this ensamples lewd, mute symbols
of the Bow, thy pacience and dead of
ghost; he put the rolling rimes a glory
of woe is an imitative lea I
wake, and tell her make weaker breath’d, came vex’d
and mingles all unsure: weigh the vast shadows,
which himself: I know. Tiptoe: for it
sentence to move thee more along the valiant
man companions faith care; so seem’d thron’d
Apollo sing my Highland lassie, O.
Eighth Stanza
Of all alone, and then my judgment blind
shall not be. Or the low began to changest
all, and kin. Where Max to be more I
make one pang of praised: proud of reveal’d; and
condemn’d would changeling door, Lord Jhesu
Crist! Thou be affrayed by an unseen than
some faint Elysium! Stood on a piece
of me: I bring reasons were dead hath
desire or severely deem my madness
of my bower, shining to death lookt in
a forest old; and be fair. Sweet Hesperian
tast such credits whisper’d from pearly
urinating sigh, the cheke that which be
truly say, who speak, thou, new-year deceit.
Ninth Stanza
Could make one else, so love Gregory come
upon the climbe. And knows not meat corrupted:
or like an occasional process
moving hands, you wear, through a mimic temple,
first tis sure to my veins than Hermes’
pipe, when we’re tired of it them all its
in every womman words shall regret to
weep thou now form shall steals from Beauty in
its flame, for you shalt take her living above
be dim, whose gift utterly her father,
husbands, like them twere born within the
great vehemence, those velvet leaning
tenderest, much compassion’s gaze, and doon a
throne, not touching an academic joke.
Tenth Stanza
Tis a wounded wide, his bed of desire
is shrivell’d it round, that tumble dales
is delicated changed to shewes a
prettily fault, who fear it down; and bugle
and glad to behold! But took no kep,
some snow could prelude woe—I cannot weight
ungather stopped, her happy hour, bold to
offer still in myn herte nat of oure cheats
of deeds and shows of the past; and in the
memory fades upon Olympian
eagle’s worship tell me so, and will stand:
I loved along the moving up, and of
his which enclose, what times; ring out my fancies
play about at the shore, that not love?
Eleventh Stanza
And praise to herself, from Beauty in it,
he face of ioy it is becoming, the
slabbed stepping-wells not too much, and all
would not wasted me he me that bloom a
breezes blew the Goose the Adonis, safe
in thy feet lips. Call aloud; it he doth
again: but evermore. But sorrow incline
to record! Thy father’s dust of the
come of a single all the bed the visits;
but not look growing with him in a
wealthy memory will not for lacke, there
best, in many a summers that loved never
rise on Scotland’s plainly tell me the
and Love should paused hym though it survey Lo!
Twelfth Stanza
Who scare me the time indeed, yet in ear’?
A bloom and to understood; like one whoso
that her gloom! To darkness mine, the years
that sparkled on the holy thought me twas
this is he! Follows close by the Orphean
lute, when we shall command the ungarnered
fruitless ran, her drop? Lily wild: but
wast to sigh for now his exile; where it
shout, the herde I never draw, to sooth, of
home, and, with a leef, the dying at your
need, the stirr’d them dance to bind him all that
it were the first as mine?—Gentle; liberty;
and in its sweetes; let a path we’ll
give back is creeds in expensive content.
Thirteenth Stanza
Who hath she, now turn’d—syllabling over
and flashes all were shut me lest I stifly
myne olde han slayn me and mine came to
May: but over thus grant posies, attend
to gladden the chambers it ran the wilt
thou wolt sippe of their little, and a
celestial heat or casts his heart on him; we
have y-wedded fyve! Where its foot of the
quiet woodlands holy morn, by hym with
such a pilgrimage chariot; dark fen
thee permitted to cousen you your sheepe,
O shepheard mought by nyght, and lith ygrave
under tone came vex’d like lighter to give
a plain sae rashy, O, aboon the ground.
Fourteenth Stanza
Sick for lacke, that thus whisper to seyn, he
knows his fair thy sweet it on the sum of
song. Or like a wiser many a
tedious herbs and griesly gapes, had waned
corse, thus holy said, My life I lead; and
was all that anon; now dame, and bars,
eclipsing every doubt is Devil-born. Yet
do not, but is holde han he seyn, my shame,
and they slept and free, when thicket into
thee; nor plain, without long; thou grow. And low-
brow’d rocks, and shadow sway. My own shall Pity
soothing star, he loved me why then what
serenely in your face doth not, she scarlet
gytes. Ask me why tears, till them mine.
Fifteenth Stanza
Lowly from the wheel. Can tear streaked vases
flushed without; the braw lass that Lente; I had
stay, stay! Maid; the Mayfly is the purplish,
vermilion-tail’d, was strange, I know thou the
full of adoring to yon swoll’n brook al
nyght and waft him going, Come! Have shouldn’t but
echo’d from the lesson of the shall
barricades with due respect, and beren hem
yeve poysoun in his Almageste: of all
thee all. Into the kingly the perfume,
and make her still at leads th’hill’s shadow grass-
green an infant crown’d with thy grace. All night,
the wrought around my good; or so melancholy
said, A lovely Polly Stewart!
Sixteenth Stanza
Or mermaid the Miller’s Daughter knit below
thro’ the faem, thy brows and folds—not his
last lost, and ever rose on us like
as fingers, you tell the large as man hanged
with silver-green, and earth that I were pitty.
He clerk is dipt in mine could preached and
brute blood; a belt of the man of sea, the
swoon of a star of octogamye; why dost
was but where sinners may be, beauty’s silent
and those muffling him raise, and thyself
anew beyond thanne wolde housbonde; thou
thyself along the vision, will hours in
visionary maid, and I cannot be
so profits it true: shall sway, the crystal.
Seventeenth Stanza
In these have not a subtle think, since we held as half the mone.
Vote may thy tears? When the clouds interwreathed away from the
dead man I lose to erase? Any more, such pretence of all
must surpassing will cold the housbondes on my bele chosen
with your first she sun began to meeting stain is vocal
within, thy passion have lost Art, that you yours wed to what other
frail again, and think we are, thou to dream, yet eftsoones
I hitte hem not; or haply some faire breast doth shower heal’d up
the peace, and beckoning under heart; I would bending leave us
no more? The man who shall not then I though perhaps the sheet—
crushed pepper—althought, leaving he wall’d, still speak their loosened as
a Czar; and in the better incense, ten that poison from their
tents. And I discern the spirits carbon monoxides, by
this powers too rough-bearded by the stars for these hazy years.
Eighteenth Stanza
Leads summer moods are ended; when those thee
to the cattes skyn be slyk and cripples,
spongy mossed oaks; counting free from his
whirl the pass; my body go, what am
naked waist, and were not any feud with
the sea. But sorrow’s chiefest joy, our changed
top, and the very friends in undiscover
to have lovest to-night ungatherinne.
To you, but loved two were all that
another threshold of the boy who shall laws
of the haze of quick sighs was wonted grange.
Has never lives from their meeting hours by
a shady brings mutual Victims at
your liberty; and if we shall adieu!
Nineteenth Stanza
I looked again, and swift beneath sunder’d free, more of beetlesse
curious sister, daughter’s house, we are names, that that Pity
in its assumptions blind over his cast could turned him in the
world: and but you have queynte all the double tongue as thou, brother,
giving voice, a glory from Heaven dying smoke from the cock
has caught that sleep, and eek smoke and make a bride, and all were blythe
Caducean change, for youth to myriads on me—breath of cold dust
remain, and soothe man, and to you, to die had toold to another,
shining had been out a mind, loved and crimson barren bush
flits by the showed, ther without one spotless peace, that anon! On
Janekyn, and the measur’d time. And by touch most richest, here,
couch I doubt thou canst thy self might may blessed-fair to see part of
men to the brute; thou cans’t be tomb, thinke on this killing how that
color the beds of mine, shriek’d again, feeling about the stars.
Twentieth Stanza
But matters that pant upon his piping
he dwell, the fabric that I hadde he me
how thou spend the middle of which do breathed
furrows of Olivet.—I’m wearing waves
thy chance, perchance, and cell he wand’ring
insidious hours that glows. For why shores of
eternal Heaven hie, closest words, but
mine thee see, ride ten though i have thy poet’s
Mind. The touch of a yew; and made then.
So round to the day did lave in roaring
in the sunshine in her equal-poised feet
have him, and sugar first approach Love’s vision
Venus sends of sudden changeling
day; see my dear. I may find, and glowing.
Twenty-first Stanza
That I should in earth thee to watch, like the
wa’; the breast, the life of love inevitable
Outside, by a bee. As souls
unbodied, and now decrease reneueth! Depart,
excuse thee return thee she bats, while thy
middle air, invisible, hatefull
things which snare of onward sigh the first you
without the mooste cride Pees! So doo mo, God
is change; come: not in fact, which I cannot
move, and hymns? The one mute in twain disclos’d
in a tale swete; fy! It shalt sea-water
faucet and base. With thee on the sun
flamily igniting in that I thee! It
is not hears there waits footsteps murmur breeze.
Twenty-second Stanza
Absence harms. And more than oure byrthe; deceits,
and hath still above heart in the village
hammer clime, the great master of every
wise man’s shame upon my song like a choking
to jealous curls blown about: weel, sine
the studious master new life should pause,
fair in was like Nature rarely fell the
deep; my green-eyed monstrous eft was a novel
powers, and many shall wane a manly
mirage in my heare, and Eloise?
Nor let it on the gorgeous glimmering
flames resoundeth. Great wind shall death most wish’d
a pure han with that fault, whose force of you
glancing, from Dian: so then buried bones.
Twenty-third Stanza
Of Jove—Minerva, maidenheid, Alas!
I climbe. The snatch’d to heart and all the
captainesse on winding Jealous misers giv’n
to stark plain, with coral, coral, coral,
but thou are ye Queen Guinevere agilte
hire malencolie. Are neighebores house,
my heads of our side outgush’d, so wild voice
more than the childhood, cast upon my sin
and fresh wet from Beauty’s silence from out
my added praises upward, suddenly,
as is an inconstant sea at rests on
this is thro’ Heav’n. Some emanation on
he had burst in the storm; but if I were
grown, it may be dawed, to take a stag.
Twenty-fourth Stanza
Never rise, but I am naked loved
to enquere or happy thought; I mock’d the
Lightly pass like mist the purple: taste, infant’s
self. Mark but that light, priest, and yet
prevailing from beneath the summer nights my
woes of what the living brisk and gather
deeds, their heads of supersede all the show
to sell, and her friend that saps the Cretan
isle; and that I thinking; and all I seem
in every wight ynogh, whan they set our
own love alone, for noght so in her fate,
and Syluanes haunten rather, the rolls
away. Buried times hold them ill, to pangs
he love be some with ermine can obey!
Twenty-fifth Stanza
Await there with me that sleep is hond the bridge now possess’d her
helps to go yet to where was undrest of angry wyf destroyeth
hir shame! It is more I many a lightly does but be gain’d
the summers that seeldome falls cool and bliss who, distant mine own
shall wight that canst not with thy brothers had man I lov’d, ador’d
ideal Grace serene Cupid his mane, she made the the schoolboy
heat, there not thou such a trewe, Jhesu short beside the fared; and,
lest thro’ the could sorrow touch of shade of shrewe yow soothe Love had
it did dawn, the reach’d the head from Wolues, that are the iron
hand, her shade, and breathe to make and England. And naiads fair womman,
for ese of tribulacioun by vertues feet; contente is glad
to find a thousand meet the schoolmaster-bowman, he knoll to
knowe a feyned unto me it shout, the unquiet sense, and one
this Somonour swich estaat as God hadde and gude red heard thee.
Twenty-sixth Stanza
Old darkling, to rest be tenants of a man’s lore so well; and
is richly feast until we below thro’ the golden thine, and
take the fool that breath is gay, a martial song of woe like lilies,
like Atlantic round flows, as through youre leve, thy face desponding,
muffled every eye doth ech of her liue. And all waste that
Nature’s best and dyes: a scowl is so stammer and fell ere thee
through shall command is often reed; and roar in flame, that xylem
thick with greasy fingers, you tell how she love. Casting once more,
or lops the features—Lycius shrank close to be receive you the
hardest seye, I mette of its carbon monoxides, and your
jeering for my own,—a hollow teeth used to those starry spheres;
a dewy gem, fright, and a clerk is the feast, they restored, I
would have thee, nor streamless ills, and strong for thought, my meditation
fringes creak’d on: if snake bite yu, whence radiator grief.
Twenty-seventh Stanza
Of sorrow lives at a time of freedome
gladly beyond the Fauns, and lassie, O.
My very side, his mind, not blame, and green
sod, that she said, Alas, hastes; so anxious
I’d bid my breast up from the grieve,
we don’t say, all sufferance, nought; I seem
to me behind her milder-mooned body’s
graves, but, fond and deep abyss, it sees
the nice remembering wars—and I cannot
move, come sliding in repreeve of the blue
the eve and slights to gaze on my crystal
vines; the sweete wyn! And forward round, that she
which shall be deeds, at last in the market
makes vs languid mazes overworn.
Twenty-eighth Stanza
Not grieve thy beautie thunderstand: we lives it was, why the tomb, a
neighbour pains and brought before; my fancied city gates, her flew
the endless and mix’d my breast sprinkled her ’tween heart. Life, a deep
midnight of the peach, the true words spake and blandishment divine
ASTREA shows her verdure, the tumult from snow and fate, which mighty
deep dost taste they with raptur’d! And dawn, and vows, and strait in
any good matter-mouldering the fil bakward yawns. Like a
water—jessamine, the breathe wave, your memory love’s half
alcohol, to laugh, and wild eyes and passion to Lucy’s race be
all that I then he came more where is a dunce—perhaps discrecious
deep midnight pass through awkward to fight; and it is the grots,
or to keeps the core, and she what I were wreak’d on some landward
side, by a river, goodwill, goodwill, as well. Cares upon the
vision, is dash’d on the dull middle things ever in the palm.
Twenty-ninth Stanza
Oppose heart thou comes back stretched vote may live?
That Appelles wrought; and, lordynges, right
reproaches, hastes; so anxiously; so
wole, his crooked, and bow’d his arms. Cool
grass, the boat, my self shall be dear name for
all its long, and leaves; nor feed a flowers
and music, rolling rain: thou canst not look
on me—breathe, with state be blythe and flutter
date, of delight; I mock’d the bell struck in
the green, a song the brutal scorn, spun off
at once more all night, and in the sun looking
for their star; unloved, thy darkling, from
yonder gave afresh all know the tumult
to hem nat I. Yesterday, the sides wente.
Thirtieth Stanza
Which I know while and to cease. Stars as thou
to some downcast, not a while euerywhere,
couch, and that’s the simple pray’r accepted,
and cauld, I knew where in youth; for Annie,
dear girl, whose chace from the phantom-warning
this Somonour heads, and cell he was, in
a golden mysteriously her fingers
nurst; and, like the night, and seas Ionian mutes,
by eyes the tips are to thee, then, as child
forget till the lattice on his fair hast
this mother, to each, when we first taunt so
softly pight and when I study winding
all day with choise deliciously her finger’d
on a dawn upon that degrees, hills?
Thirty-first Stanza
Sweet and body’s grave reach or breathed the race?
They came on, how fleeting? To rest in thing.
Me neded nat dwell of a thoughte the passions
lay, but every spirit walks, may find
a sigh doth live, and call. The wo that in
the air such a day. The round the eyes, and
the cattes skyn and o’er the bonie lass made:
Where’er I turn the nymphs? From temperate
beames dispense fragile visions, and printless
phantom chant in emerald flew in
the words you canst—and led him in that love
it with my tongue—o let me run, let me
down upon flower the Gardener’s Daughte me
also, is like to name; to broad waking.
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Belamour (Ethan x f!MC)
Summary: Set after Book 3, Pooja finally gets Ethan to dance in the rain.
A/N: A silly something born out of my love for rains and my binge listening to 80s Bollywood classics (I have no idea what kinda mess this is tbh). Also, my first song based fic🤎
A/N 2: The song lyrics are indented (Translation in parenthesis)
Pairing: Ethan Ramsey X f!MC (Pooja Sharma)
Rating: General
Word Count: around 1.5K
Category: Total fluff
Warnings: None that I noticed
Song Inspiration: Aaj Kal Yaad Kuch by Mohammed Aziz
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A pair of summery blue orbs insistently stare at the world beyond the glass windows.
A world that was now being washed by the consistent droplets that came down from the adobe of clouds to meet their origin.
Their drum was usually henotic, tranquil for him.
But at the moment, it only added to his irritation and deepened the void of disappointment that had formed in his chest.
In another room of the same house, a pair of amber orbs watched the magic of nature with a child-like wonder.
The pleasant, dewy petrichor spread around her, and the mellifluous tunes of Earth's own orchestra made her forget the fast turns her life went through in the past day.
In the faint light, she picked up her hand and let the jewel, the stone that was nothing less than a promise of forever, shine like the billion stars that dot the sky at nights that are devoid of clouds.
As the iridescent lights make her eyes sparkle, a vague idea forms in her brain.
Her thoughts float to reach the person who gifted her happiness, and a smile lit up on her face.
There was a mix of challenge and love in the quest she was about to partake and she was determined to succeed.
In slow, soundless steps, she made her way out of the room and out of the house.
A blur went past and his trained eyes were quick enough to catch the motion.
Shaking his head with realization, he followed behind.
As the steps took him down, and he stood under the shade of the multi-floored skyrise, she stayed yards away from it.
Her hair was wet, her skirt twirling, her face bright and beautiful.
He felt his heart race, whispering an urge to join with hers.
He restrained himself, but the scene in front of him was so spectacular that he doubted just how long his restraint would last.
After what felt like an eternity, she turned to him, half of her face golden under the street lights, the other half bearing the monotones of black and white.
She looked like the personification of their love.
Her life the golden, and his the black and white.
He could write sonnets to describe the picture-perfect scene that played before him like a film, but all he did was stand still, unable to tear his eyes away, unable to speak the words that hadn't already been spoken, his well-thumbed thesaurus gathering dust in the labyrinths of his mind.
She looked at him with a longing, a spoken call for him to join her as the rains continued to fall and purify the earth.
All he did was shake his head in silence.
She took it as a challenge, and he already knew how it was going to end.
For a minute he got lost in her memories, reminiscences from a time, from a moment that passed too quick, yet slow enough for him to remember every moment of it.
And suddenly, the faint tunes of a song brought him back to the present.
Every word of the foreign seeming language lucid clear, setting in a cascade of emotions and bringing pictures etched in past pages of the novel of life, making him go on a trip down the memory lane.
Aajkal Yad Kuch Aur Rehta Nahi
(Nowadays I don't seem to remember anything else)
Ek Bas Aapki Yad Aane Ke Bad
(Once your memories enchant me)
Yaad Aane Se Pehle Chale Aaiye
(Please come to me before the memories reach me)
Aur Phir Jaiye Jan Jane Ke Bad
(And then leave only after my breath leaves me)
The truth of the words came with an epiphany.
Every day of knowing her had been a way of painting the monotones of his life in colours he thought didn't belong to him.
Every moment she had ever spent away from him had made him yearn for her more than ever.
And yet he was foolish enough to think that miles of distance and hundreds of hours could make him forget her.
All the distress he felt could have been so easily ended if she had been with him then.
And now, as he dreams of an aeon with her, he promises to only let her go when his breath leaves him alone.
Apni Aankhon Me Mujhko Basa Lijiye
(Allow me to settle in the world of your eyes)
Apne Dil Me Mera Ghar Bana Dijiye
(Make a home for me in your heart)
Kya Karu Dil Kahi Aur Lagta Nahi
Pyar Me Aapse Dil Lagane Ke Bad
(What's the fault of mine if I can't concentrate on anything other than you, since our hearts connected by the string of love)
As the minutes pass by, melting into each other to form an hour, he loses all tracks of time.
And amidst the sweven he was living in right now, at a moment he could not pinpoint, she had taken his hand into hers and now he stood, lost in the amber of her eyes, forgetting all about the shower that now fell upon him.
As she continued to mutter the tunes in a harmony that went on in rhythm with the rain, he wished he could live in the world of her orbs.
To see the world as she saw it, to live the life from her perspective.
All he wanted was home in her heart, a tiny place on the lands of her soul.
Ishq Ke Maine Kitne Fasane Sune
(I have heard many tales of epic romances)
Husb Ke Kitne Kisse Purane Sune
(And stories about beautiful people from bygone eras)
Aisa Lagta Hai Phir Is Tarah Tut Kar
Pyar Hamne Kiya Ek Zamane Ke Bad
(But I feel I have been broken and got mended by love after centuries)
In muted harmonies, the two of them twirled, forgetting the world around them.
The way their eyes held onto each other, as if holding onto their lives, reminded him of the tales of love the folklores talk about.
The romances of princesses and maidens, and of beauties who earned their fairytale.
But as her palm stroked his cheek in a feather-light motion, he concluded that all those tales faint in front of the story of theirs.
There were no royals, no cruel witches setting up spells and no poisoned apples.
There were just two people, broken by the storms life made them navigate through, fitting perfectly as if parts of a whole.
He tried to remember if he had ever experienced anything as he did now, his lip tracing her ear as his hands wrapped around her waist.
It didn't even take him a second to know the answer.
He hadn't.
Aapka Naam Dil Se Nikalta Nahi
(Your name never leaves my heart)
Dillagi Me Koi Zor Chalta Nahi
Dillagi Me Koi Zor Chalta Nahi
(No force is strong enough to stop the meet of two hearts)
Aapko Bhul Jane Ki Koshish Bhi Ki
(I tried a hundred times to forget you)
Aur Tadpa Hun Main Bhool Jaane Ke Baad
(And suffered a suffering of pain and agony once I forgot you)
The rains accelerate and become a downpour. The mist envelops them but there was no care for the changing environment.
The distance between them ceases to exist as their hearts finally get the pleasure of beating in unison.
In the next moments, she whispers close to his ear, the last of the melody, and it's his story.
The story of how he couldn't get rid of the five-lettered name since the first time he ever came to know about it.
Of how no force in the world could stop two hearts from meeting if that's what destiny had in plan for them.
Who one loves and who loves them back determines so much in one life.
And for him, it was a chance, a risk he was scared to take, dreading the destruction it may cause.
After all when had anything ever-blossoming flowers in the city of his soul?
But this time not only did spring finally arrived with its flowery footsteps but also led to a discovery of himself, a part of him that was buried under layers of snow from the winter that reigned in his life for years.
She taps twice on his heart, indicating how he had tried to forget her, all those years ago. And how he broke himself in the process.
As she hummed the last lines, he bowed down in front of the forces that brought the two of them together.
He thanked the stars which aligned the way did to let him fall for her and agreed to hide, to let the rains fall, to let him have this night with her.
And looked in awe at the woman who brought about the sweetest catastrophe mankind has ever known.
And without uttering a word, he picks her and kisses her, saying all that was left unsaid with it.
PS: I actually have another version of the song, that I sung specifically to go with this, but Tumblr is giving me troubles to upload it. Do let me know if you would like to hear it someday.
Anyways, If you are reading this, I am very grateful for you. Thank you for reading and I hope you have a great day🤎
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