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inklore · 7 months

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forbidden cravings

premise: stay in your room; that's all you had to do. a simple demand that you planned on following until something goes bump in the night and you're trapped between two monsters.

pairing: vampire!din djarin x reader x vampire!bo-katan kryze

word count: 5k

contents: blood and biting obviously, oral, threats, murder mention, reader is a little clueless, power imbalance, bo is kinda evil but we love her for it, brief mention of piv.

note: this took me way too long to write and by the end of it i was very tired so hopefully someone out there enjoys this lmao. i could possibly see myself writing more within this little world, maybe.

haunted hoedown day five.

You had never noticed how creaky the house was until tonight. Until you were stuck in a dark, dampened room. Your only light coming from the candle at your bedside, the moon, and the flashes of lightening through the windows. The deep red drapes that match the ones that hang around the four poster bed in the middle of the room, that look ancient and eerie, set your already on edge nerves into a frenzy of fight of flight.

You had dusted this room many times. Have been past the threshold and seen it painted in the daylight.

But never at night.

You were prohibited from being here past nightfall.

The master of the house—your boss—had made it clear upon your first interview a year ago that you’d only be needed in the daytime. That staying after nightfall was not something he needed you around for, and it would be of best interest to the house if you departed once the sun set.

It’s a rule you questioned little. A rule you were fine and happy to obey.

It wasn’t your job to question it. It wasn’t your place.

You were the housekeeper, nothing else. Nothing less. Nothing more.

And you’d never think of going against the lord of the manor, Din Djarin.

The infamous inventor.

The mysterious scholar.

The man with whom you’ve slowly bloomed a friendship with while you’ve worked here. The two of you have spent hours in his library with your fingertips, running along old books, relics he’s come across in his travels, and blue prints for inventions he one day wishes to create.

The pair of you bonding over the love of old words and worlds you wish you could have been a part of.

Working for him and being in his home—the dark gray spiraling staircases, the arched doorways, the black and red wallpaper that look hundreds of years old and yet look like they’d just been done yesterday—was a joy.

A better job than working at the mill or getting by on your looks alone to put food on the table.

You lucked out. Was honored to get the position and even more honored to befriend the destinguishinly handsome Lord Djarin.

His staff soon became like a second family to you. A home away from home—a much more beautiful and sprawling home than your own, but a home in all senses of the word.

Not even the curfew could dampen your love or the job.

The only thorn in your side, the only downfall—negativity—to working for the Lord was his companion, his wife, Lady Kryze.

While most days, the two of you would rarely cross paths. Her off on travel, or in the west wing of the house that you seldom find yourself in.

But when appearance’s were known, brief or not, she always had a look of haughtiness about her. Her red hair laying perfectly on her shoulders, and her dresses always form fitting and beautifully cascading to the floor. The neck line plunged lower than what’s usually considered proper—that always made your cheeks heat when you found yourself rudely staring, a smirk on her lips that quickly got washed away with a scornful arch of her brows.

She had never been rude to you. Had never demanded of you or treated you unkindly the way one would think when you looked at her intimidatingly beautiful face. The power you know she held with just a look, a twitch of a smile, or the flick of her fingers.

She was the opposite of Lord Djarin.

The two seeming an odd match for two people destined to be together.

Your schoolgirl crush on the Lord of the Manor definitely having little to do with your opinion on the fact.

It had been Lady Kryze who had suggested you stay. Almost demanding it, with the weather outside being too dangerous to travel. The winds whistling through the old bones of the house. The rain coming down like heavy hail. The thunder that you could feel deep in your bones each time it rumbled.

Lord Djarin had protested on the matter. Said you could wait out the storm but insisted you leave after.

“Don’t be rude, honey.” Lady Kryze had said. The sentiment, honey, came off more as an insult than as something sweet and tender. The look on the Lord’s face one of strain and frustration. A warning flashed in his eyes before he gave you a tight lipped smile and nodded in agreement.

And now here you are. Dressed in a nightgown that Lady Kryze had supplied you with. The white fabric feeling almost like satin against your chilled skin, the lack of heat coming from the radiator on the other side of the room making you frown as your breasts made it more than clear how your body was reacting to the draft in the room—to the cold storm outside.

The loud thump that startles you from outside of your door tears your gaze from the window and elevates your unease when you put your ear to the dark wood and hear nothing but the old house talking in the way one does in storms or settling.

Lord Djarin had ordered you to stay in your room. To lock the door from the inside and try to get some rest. Assuring you that all was alright, the drafts liked to open the doors at night.

Listening to the plea in his voice that he tried to hide with his endearing smile was enough to convince you not to try it. To listen to his words. To do what had been asked of you without question once again.

But the thump comes again. This time, sounding closer. Perhaps a glass broke somewhere in the hall.

Your teeth chew at your bottom lip in worry.

What if the Lord or Lady needed help? What if they had fallen? The lack of electricity in the house was more than a factor, a reason, for something that could cause a fall. Candlelight only shows so much in these dark halls.

And while there had been no cry for help. No croak, groan, or indication that someone needs help; you can’t help the way your heart escalates or why you ignore the nerves, making your hand shake as you unlock the door, twist the cold handle, and open it a sliver.

Your eyes search the vast darkness of the hall within the tiny space you’ve given yourself. The lit candles in the holders on the wall do little to aid in you seeing anything other than small glows of orange light past the railing that lines the hall.

The words of the Lord push into the back of your mind as you open the door more and poke your head out into the dark space. The strings of lightening outside paint the empty hall in blue light. Streaking against the dark wallpaper hauntingly.

“Lord Djarin?” Your voice is faint compared to the booming thunder outside. A gulp of air fills your lungs when you get enough bravery to step fully out of your room and speak a little louder, “Lady Kryze?”

The silence only pushes you forward.

Has your bare feet cold and weary against the long rug on the hardwood floor. The floorboards creak with each step that you take.

The portraits of unknown people by unknown painters look more intimidating and scary the longer you venture through the hall. The candles shadow their faces in scowls that aren’t normally there in the daylight.

Your fingers dig into the side of your nightgown, bunching up the fabric as your heart hammers against your ribs.

Maybe you should go back to your room. Maybe it was nothing. The rooms with open doors were dark and abandoned. The staircases are bare, and the entryway below, when you look over the rail, is completely encased in darkness.

Maybe it had come from the west wing of the house. Maybe it was a branch outside. Your mind isn’t sure. Isn’t thinking about anything other than getting back to your room, engulfing yourself in the bedspread, and trying to ignore every creepy sound that the storm outside aids in the houses off putting nature.

Being here at night was, in fact, something your nerves could not handle, it seemed.

You sigh. Come to a stop at the last door along the hallway. Your bottom lip sore from your worrying. Whatever the thump was, it’s not something as drastic as your mind had probably come up with, and unless you feel like venturing down the stairs and through the rest of the house, it wasn’t your concern—and the prospect made you shiver knowing some parts of the house didn’t have candles lining the walls.

But when you turn to head back to your room, your body crashes into another, and the scream you let out rings along with a crack of thunder, filtering the hallway into a horrific sound of chaos and fear.

“You were told to stay in your room.”

“Oh my—" your hand flies to your chest. The beat of your heart feels as if it might beat it’s way out of the cavern of your ribs. Your lungs finally fill with the air that had been whooshed out of you when you had collided with the other person once you realized who it was. “Lady Kryze.”

“I was told you listen to directions well,” her smile is pressed and sure. Humorous in the way her eyes move along your appearance. The relief you felt from it being her soon dying when you remember how see through your nightgown is. Your arms cross over your bare chest. “How misguided.”

“I-I was just,” you swallow. Try to get your breathing back to normal. Try to stop the pounding in your ears matching up with the rain outside—with the booms of thunder. “I heard a noise.” You manage to get out. The amused raise of her brow makes your body heat up in something akin to embarrassment or a child running to their mother at night because they are scared.

Lady Kryze hums, “many things go bump in the night around here. It’s an old house.”

“Of course,” you nod. “Yes.” You laugh nervously, breathy, and unsure. Trying to ease the tension that’s growing between the two of you. Worried you might be jobless come morning. “I apologize. I was just worried that you or Lord Djarin may have been hurt.”

“You’re a doctor? Here I thought you were a maid.” Her smile is mocking, unkind. But that’s when you finally take her fully in. With the flashes of lightening through the window at the end of the hall, giving light to the shadows that dance along her face in the candlelight.

She looks…different.

There's a deep red tint to her lips that’s not usually there. You can’t recall the last time you saw her wear lipstick, let alone that shade. Her hair is darker and more unruly at the bottom than usual. Than the sleek look of perfection it’s always at. Her clothes—her dress—stained a deep red and ripped at the top, standing her paler than normal skin out.

Your eyes look down to her nails; they’re longer. Stained the same shade as her lips and her dress.

Somethings not right.

And when your gaze meets hers again, you can see how much darker her eyes look than what you’re used to seeing below that scowl. Bigger. Almost as if her pupils had doubled in size.

Your lack of subtlety seems to give you away when you quickly try to sidestep her and head for your room.

“Now that I know you’re both fine, I’ll just go back to my room now.” You say softly, give her a forced smile as you try to keep your composure and act as normal as you would if you weren’t scared out of your skin.

Lady Kryze laughs under her breath. Let’s you step past her and walk one, two, or five steps before there’s a grip at the back of your elbow and your back is being slammed into the wall. The gasp of your lungs deflates from the pressure puffing out against her face with how close she is.

“Lady Kr-”

“Bo.” She corrects, her eyes wandering down your face, pausing at your lips and the junction where your jaw meets your neck. Swallowing hard before her gaze cascades to your chest, “I always hated the pleasantries Din demanded we go by to fit in with you…humans.”

“You humans?” You give her a quizicall look, too much going on in your nervous system to comprehend her words. To make sense of them when the fear of the emotion in her eyes reads hunger.

And when she laughs again, her smile more genuine than any you’ve seen spread across her perfectly proportioned lips before; you see it. See them.

The pointed teeth that have replaced her normal ones.

The way they gleam off of the orange glow of the candles. The way they make you swallow. Make your chest hurt from the bruising your heart is doing to your ribs from beating so fast.

What is she?

“I thought you were smart? With the way Din talks about you, I imagined you would have figured it out by now. Especially with how close the two of you have been getting.” The accusation makes your heart stop. A cold fear pricking at your insides that makes your skin feel clammy.

The raising of her brow makes the feeling worse as you shake your head. Open your mouth to protest on the matter, to not encourage the accusation that there might be something going on with Lord Djarin and you, her husband.

“Don’t worry,” she smirks. Leans in closer so her lips are ghosting over the shell of your ear as she murmurs, “I like to share.” Your body trembles when her hand leaves your shoulder and her fingers run along the side of your breast. Her pointer skating along your erect nipple, making you gasp softly. “We both do.”

“Lady Kryze–I,” there’s words meant to come out. Words meant to put an end to whatever this standoff, or showdown, is. You’re lost, you’re captivated, and you’re frightened. But her cheeks and lips brush against yours as she moves herself back so she can look at you; her dark eyes make every syllable on your tongue lay thick and weighted down like sludge.

There’s a silence that has enough tension to make your body buzz and your brain catch up to put the puzzle pieces together with the information that has always been laid out for you. Things you took as old family traditions you didn’t care to understand.

The presistant curfew, the eerie darkness that hung over the manor once the sun started to set. The mysterious cases of maids and butlers going missing without a trace. The town just beyond your own’s population dwindling down. Neighbors and friends gone.

Lady Kryze’s dark eyes, her teeth.

“You’re the cause of all the disappearances.” It’s not a question because you already know the answer. The slow spread of her lips only solidified the gathered information in your head to fit neatly in a box of truths. “And,” you swallow, hate how your heart aches at the very thought. “Lord Djarin..he–”

“Is much more discrete than I.” She seems to find a silent annoyance in the statement. In the way your body lets out a shaky breath as if you’re relieved. It makes her eye twitch before she’s leaning in again, her lips closer to yours now. Her breath smells of metal. “He doesn’t like to indulge in the bounty we’ve been given. Says it’s not right to eat thy neighbor.” Her tongue runs across her bottom lip, one of her sharp teeth catching on the skin. “I say, why waste such delicious gifts? And delicious they are, especially the ones who beg. The ones who let me play with my food before I eat it.”

Her laugh makes your body shiver. A reaction she seems to like too much, as her lips skim across yours. The metallic scent of her tongue inhaled by your shaky breaths and swallowed down, leaving your throat dry and your tongue itching to reach out for the source.

The source of it’s weight, the source of the ache in your jaw with the need to drink. A thirst for what you’re sure is water and not the nourishment that’s so clearly painted Lady Kryze’s lips red and her tongue. Your body willing to use any source of fluid to aid you.

Not because the metallic linger of her breath sits on your tastebuds like an open invitation. Not because her fingers are still at the side of your breast, your peaked nipple aching to be brushed over by her again.

“Will you let me play with you?” Her nose brushes yours as her head turns, and her lips just catch the corner of your mouth, a gasp leaving your lips as they move across your cheek and her teeth clip on your jawline. “I know how hard it is for my husband to be near you every day and not sink his teeth into this beautiful neck. You look as good as you’ll taste.”

A moan racks your ribcage when her hand grips the side of your neck, bending it so the other side is on full display and her lips press to the sensitive flesh. Her tongue coming out to run the tip lightly against you, like she doesn’t dare indulge too much. Like it’s an appetizer to what she really wants.

A trail of bruising kisses and hungry noises coming from the woman making your chest heave, your fingers daring to come up to her elbow to grip the fabric of her dress as an anchor—or to pull her closer—you're not too sure what your body wants, your senses not matching up with the fear still plaguing your brain.

“Will you run for me, little rabbit?” You can feel the amusement at her own words with the smirk that’s pressed just below your ear. Your body canting at the derogatory pet name.

Until her next words come out of her mouth in a booming shriek that makes your ears ring and your body recoil from her in defense to protect itself from wrath.

“Run!”

And you do.

Not turning back to look to see if she’s chasing you. All the heat once again drained from your body, any pleasure you had been feeling doused out, and brought tears burning at the corners of your eyes.

The candles on the wall continue to be your guiding light. Even when you step on something that makes you hiss. That tears the skin on the bottom of your foot enough to stutter your sprint. A limp catches in your leg as you try to make haste.

You were foolish for staying here. Foolish for leaving your room. Foolish for not seeing what this house really was or what it’s occupants really were.

Foolish.

If there had been a spell, you had fallen for it. Like a silly little girl.

The closer you get to your chamber door, the harder your heart beats against your ribs. The harder you try to ignore the sting in your heel. The harder it is for you to breathe.

The distance only seems to get further and further away from safety the longer you try for it. The longer your eyes strain in the candlelight to not step on something else that could make you completely imobile. Completely at Lady Kryze’s mercy.

Who you don’t hear behind you.

Who—upon your better judgment, one would say—you look for as you turn your head towards the path behind you. Your blood running cold when you see that all the candles have completely gone out and you can’t see a thing.

The flashes of lightening from the windows down below cascading the barest amount of light onto the floor.

It’s the least of your worries when your body collides with a wall.

Or what feels like a wall—a strained ache coming to your chest upon the collusion, your body thrown backwards as you groan from the impact your tailbone makes against the hard floor.

And when your eyes open, you realize it’s not a wall you’ve collided with; it’s Lord Djarin.

“I told you to stay in your room.” His voice is full of authority and aggravation as he pulls you from the floor. It’s a tone he’s never used on you, a grip on your arm that’s much more cruel than the light touches of fleeting moments spent together.

“She–Lady Kryze–She.”

“Is insatiable, yes.” There’s a growl that’s completely for his wife’s sake and not your own. But the sound still makes your stomach clench. Your body dragged along the hallway by the hands of the man you’re now realizing is more dangerous than any normal man.

A monster.

Like his wife.

And yet, you feel safe in his tight grasp. Feel safe with the memories you share with him. Of him. The man you knew before the monster.

The fear of him never coming.

The fear only comes back once you’ve reached your room, and he’s pushing you through the door only for your back to collide with something icy that grips your wrist and snakes it’s fingers along the column of your neck to hold you against it.

“Bo.” Lord Djarin’s voice is stern. Angry.

“Darling.” You can feel the smile that’s wrapped around the word even without seeing Lady Kryze’s face.

The cold of her body seeping through your night dress and against your skin—a cold that’s not from the fear of what she is rather than what she’s doing. What has stained her lips and tongue and what you wanted so badly to taste just minutes ago. The same deep red clearly stained in the front fabric of your gown that you hadn’t noticed until now.

Until you’re standing in front of Lord Djarin, your night dress more see through and clinging to your body, where it’s damp from blood and straining against your breasts.

Lady Kryze’s grip tightens on your throat, and it makes a breathless noise fall from your lips. A noise that has Lord Djarin’s eyes honing in on your mouth, moving along to his wife's hand on your throat, before plunging down to your chest. A hard swallow and a deep scowl shot at the woman holding you in her vise.

“Let her go.”

“We were just having a little fun. Weren’t we?” Her teeth knick your earlobe, and it makes your body contort against her hold. “See,” she smirks.

“Bo. No.” His tone has finality. Has something that wordlessly lets you know he’s tired of this topic; he’s clearly told her no on before.

Something inside your stomach lightens up and burns at the thought of Lord Djarin denying his wife the pleasure of making you a meal time and time again. Was it out of respect? Care? Want?

Did she want to sink her teeth into you so badly because of jealousy at the closeness you and her husband had found the longer you worked here? No, she said they like to share. Said she likes to share.

Was it want then?

The want to do more than end your life by draining you.

“Come on, Din.” The hand at your wrist does a show of crawling with her sharp nails over your midsection and to your hip to start pulling up your night dress. Your thighs quickly come into view as she bunches the fabric further and further up. A shyness takes over you as you wiggle in her grasp as you watch Lord Djarin’s eyes follow the movement with a hungry look. “We all know you want her.”

Her lips press against your jaw as she murmurs to you, “he never allows himself to indulge in the things he wants. He’s so disciplined. Such a good man. He’d never let it slip that after you leave his library, he bends me over his desk and fucks me the way he wishes he could fuck you.”

An involentary noise that get’s choked out of your throat makes her laugh softly, “tell him he can have you. Tell him you like it.” Your eyes lock with his; his eyes just as dark and monstrous as his wife's now that you’re really looking at them. His lips that deep red—the same red you smelled and craved to taste on her lips.

Your thighs inwardly press together, causing the pressure between them to ease the slightest, but grow worse when your backside pushes back against Lady Kryze and she lets out a noise that sounds just as lovely as she looks.

“Look, Din.” A heat comes to your cheeks as the rest of the fabric of your gown is pulled above your hips, showcasing your nakedness to both of them. “There’s no denying she wants you,” her fingers move down to grip your inner thigh. The clear and evident proof of your arousal—that you’re not sure was caused earlier or right now—coats your skin and her fingers.

“No, she is not-”

“What? Food?” Lady Kryze laughs, “we both know you’d never let me drain her. Nor could you bear to have anything but her essence touch your tongue. But she can be a toy. You can fuck her. We both can.”

You can see the internal battle he’s fighting with himself—against his wife, against what’s right, against his want.

And there’s a part of you that understands. That knows this is wrong. That has barely come to terms with what they are—monsters, myths, and scary stories you tell little children at night to get them to go to bed.

But then the proof of your arousal, of your own want is being toyed with between your thighs as Lady Kryze runs a finger through your wetness. Your hips canting against her hand as she pulls it away just as quick as it was there and holds her finger out to her husband.

“Taste her.”

His head is about to shake; you can sense it. See it before it happens by the way his fists bunch at his sides. Maybe that's why you finally find your voice, “please.”

And it’s as if those are the words he’s been waiting for you to say since the day you’ve met. Since you’ve started working for him. The speed at which he’s against your front and his lips are wrapped around the finger that has gathered the wetness from your pussy makes you feel woozy.

Makes you sway on your feet and loosen in Lady Kryze’s hold. Her nails dig into your flesh as she holds you tighter, keeping you upright for her husband.

Whose finger is under your chin, mouth daringly close to yours as he murmurs, “are you certain?”

Do you want this?

Do you want all it entails if you let this continue?

His dark eyes speak; let you know that he’ll stop this. That while you might be weak in comparison to who they truly are, you have a say, and he’ll do whatever you wish.

A wise woman would heed the warning that’s in the brow he raises. Thats in the descent of his finger down your chin and to your jugular. Your heartbeat thudding against the pad of his finger. His tongue comes out to wet his bottom lip as his eyes cast to your neck and then up to his wife.

Who's giving him a smile you can’t see but can feel in the way her body shifts, pulling your thighs apart easily. Lord Djarin needs no more confirmation for either of you as he falls to his knees, a rough hand cupping the back of your thigh to lift and bring it up and over his shoulder.

Your back arching, and a gasp rakes through your body when you feel the bite of teeth against your inner thigh. Feel the sting of punctured skin, the pull of something inside that’s making your eyes flutter, and the pressure in your lower belly thumping at the same speed as your heart.

When your eyes shift down, when he’s stopped, when you feel like you could either pass out or come from just this, you see blood—your blood—staining his lips and tongue. See his eyes go even darker, black, and void of any human attributes. Making him look entirely like a monster that’s hungry, starved.

And you’ve completely offered yourself up for the taking.

There’s a deep moan coming from Lord Djarin as his fingers and tongue clean his mouth. It’s obscene as much as it is beautiful to watch. Your arousal only grows worse at the sight.

“How does she taste?”

“Exqusite.” He murmurs against your skin, his tongue running over the marks he’s just left in your thigh, working it’s way up to the apex of your thigh. Your legs shake the closer he gets to your pussy.

A cry burns your lungs when you feel him dive into you without any warning. His tongue licking through your wetness, his nose pressing against your clit. The tip of it creates a slow grind that only intensifies when you cant your hips up. When you thrust against the air, his tongue slips inside of you, pushing it further inside. Your fingers dig into the sides of your dress as you try not to completely collapse against either of them.

The pleasure coursing through your body makes that easier said than done.

Lady Kryze is humming against your cheek, her hand coming down to slow the movement of your hips. “Take your time, little rabbit.” She trails kisses and soft bites over and under your jaw to your earlobe, where she lets the tip of her tongue run against it. “Because once you’ve come, you’re mine to play with.”

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mar3ggiata · 1 month

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professional help, c3. preview

simon riley x original character.

abstract: Simon here, I saw Jude again, she's still going on about her theories, whatever. it's not even funny anymore and she has some weird secret I want to find out… still, she's a fucking menace to society. idk what's wrong with her probably got dropped on her head on purpose as a kid. don't blame the parents.

trigger warnings: violence, sexual assault, mentions of rape, trauma, sexual themes, swearing, use of alcohol and drugs.

song to listen to when reading this: The Fruits, Paris Paloma.

In the end, she did hear back from Price. An email. 'Scherzi!' She shouted out loud in her apartment. She sat down on the couch and Jinx hopped on with her, sniffing her laptop. An email from the captain, an invitation to a briefing, to discuss the situation. Tomorrow after your last session at 5pm. 'No vabbe, me fa parià…' she mumbled and wrote back that she would be there.

'So, I wanted to update you on your patient. We spoke with him and three other soldiers about joining us to the next mission in Al-Jareena next week but he refused. Well…' he stopped, rubbing his beard in clear distress. 'He got up and came up to me saying his injury is not fully healed and he will not be able to get deployed. So I told him we needed him and he started to get nervous and left the room in a hurry.' She listened without intervening. 'I know you have an appointment with him one day before we leave. I was wondering if you could let me know if you find out something about this, he's required to leave with us, otherwise we'll have to report him. His doctors cleared him.' He showed her a piece of paper, sliding it across the table.

'Too risky.' It was Simon that spoke. He was British, his voice was deep. He had been debating on intervening in the meeting from the moment Price asked him to be present. He asked him cause he trusted him, and valued his opinion. Jude could have been informed and educated with her little theories and stories, but she didn't know how things worked in the army. This wasn't Cluedo. She had the same attitude when she walked in the room, maybe a bit less stiff. He took his time exploring her. Her pretty green eyes, her nose, her neck. She wore a blouse this time, with grey trousers. She still had those shiny high boots. She had her hair up, a blonde ponytail. He looked at her jaw. She had a mole on her cheek. He shook her hand, he could smell her deodorant. Her skin was warm, soft. He liked talking to her. Her voice still sounded weird, he couldn't pick up a particular accent. He understood she would't let it go.

'I think you're waisting an opportunity.'

'I think you're thinking too much about it.'

I think I want to brake your neck. She was mad now, he could see her, he could feel it. They weren't listening. She stood up and thanked the two for inviting her to the meeting, she assured them she would keep them updated. Her smile was fake, she still wanted to be polite even thought she thought they were both fucking stupid. Ghost didn't feel guilty for going so hard on her, he looked at her leave while she was trying to hide her anger. He said what he really thought, that was what he had been trained to do. 'What's her deal?' he asked the captain on his way out. 'Jude?' the man looked up, then shook his head.

notes: translation: 'Scherzi!', you're joking! 'No vabbe, me fa parià' Naples dialect for 'you're making me laugh'.

notes: Saturday or Sunday for full chapter, when do you want it?? replies and reblogs are highly appreciated!!!

love, mare.

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balluprojects · 7 months

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Thoughts on microorganisms, for the project Foice de Prata 2024 Agenda:

Petri Dish, 2023

Mixed media: watercolour, crayons and gel pens on 300g paper.

Miscelanea Empratada, 2023

Mixed media: watercolour and crayons on 300g paper.

Coexistência, 2023

Mixed media: watercolour and oil pastels on 300g paper.

Microscopic Stir, 2023

Mixed media: watercolour, crayons and oil pastels on pressed cardboard, cover submission (collab work with @meyewonderart, on instagram, check her out)

Some of these works were featured in the latest publication of Berço de Marfim of the project Foice de Prata - 2024 Agenda, Microorganisms Tribe.

This participation included individual and a short collaboration as a work duo @random-delulum, which made it to the back cover!! We have no words, and couldn't be more grateful for the opportunity as well for the time spent making this challenge! To check out more of this publication, and if you are in need for a original gift go to: >> http://www.bercodemarfim.blogspot.com They are a limited edition and be available to you until the December 10th of the current year. To place your order send a message to: >> [email protected] thankyou for sticking around, have a lovely day on your end ^^ ------------------------------------------------------------------------ PT

Alguns destes trabalhos foram seleccionados para a publicação do Berço de Marfim, projeto Foice de Prata - Agenda 2024, Tribo dos Microorganismos.

Esta participação incluiu uma curta colaboração com dupla @random-delulum, que conseguiu chegar à contracapa!!!

Não temos palavras, e não podíamos estar mais gratas pela oportunidade, bem como pelo tempo disfrutado na realização deste desafio!

Para verem mais sobre esta editora, e se estiverem a precisar de um presente original espreitem o projecto no: >> http://www.bercodemarfim.blogspot.com

São uma edição limitada e estarão disponíveis para venda até ao dia 10 de dezembro 2023. Para fazer a sua encomenda envie uma mensagem para: >> [email protected]

tenham um óptimo dia, bom fim-de-semana ^^

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Two tea-kettles por Kevin Madore Por Flickr: In a cold rainstorm, Mt. Washington Cog Railway Engineer Ray Dest eases Locomotive #9 "Waumbek" onto the transfer table adjacent to the old shop building, as he and the rest of the Cog Railway crew prepare to put the line's two active steamers to bed. In the background, Mt. Washington #2 "Ammonoosuc" sits on the shop track with her fire already banked. The wooden structure directly behind the two steam engines housed the historic engine and car shops of the Mt. Washington Cog Railway for over 100 years and is still in use to some degree. On the right side of the photo, you can see a canyon of stalls with blue roll-up doors. Each of those stalls once held a steam locomotive. Directly across from those stalls and out of view to the right, is yet another row of stalls, which held the railway's wooden coaches. The transfer table that the 9 is backing onto was the "turntable" of sorts, which serviced the stalls on both sides, enabling the crews to transfer the equipment from each stall onto either the shop track or the main line. Today, the historic wooden shop building has largely been replaced by the large, gray structure that is visible in the distance on the left. In comparison, the new shop is gigantic, with an expansive main floor. It houses maintenance facilities for both the steam and diesel locomotives, as well as the coaches. It also has storage space for parts and a large fabrication shop, where the railroad can build just about anything it needs. Unlike the old shop, there are no tracks built in to the floor. Each piece of equipment sits on a short section of track that is mounted on air casters, and the super-smooth floor permits heavy items, like these steam locomotives, to be moved around by a couple people. It is a most impressive facility. The old shop building will probably be demolished at some point, to make way for even more new facilities. Although it is old and tired, it will be sad to see it go, because it is one of the few structures on the railroad, which has endured for more than a century, and for those of us who love to look at historic photos of this operation, it is one of the few reference points we can recognize, which is still in existence.

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Dest: hehehe. ehem, does anyone here who likes puppies want to go on a little adventure? i'm definetly not bored and looking for precious people to hoard-

Ida and Ori: OOOO!! WE LIKE PUPPIES! WE EVEN LOVE THEM! :DD

Rory: OOOO PUPPIES AND ADVENTURE?! SIGN ME THE FRICK UP!!!! >:DDD

Leroy: YEAH I WANNA GO TO! >:D

Jason: I'M COMING ALONG TOO! :D

Mania: OOO PUPPIES?! I LOVE PUPPIES!! :D

Silk: I WANNA SEE SOME PUPPIES AND GO ON AN ADVENTURE! :DD

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst rp #twst roleplay #twst ocs #future kid ocs #m!ida and ori shroud #m!silk vanrouge #leroy kingscholar #rory bucchi #jason howl #mania felmier #twst kids answer stuff

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strangerthingslover69 · 1 year

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Undercover ~ Part 1 ~

18+ minors do not read!

Warnings ~ Swearing, flirtating, drinking, strip club ~

Sebastian Berger + Female reader

You’re the best British undercover agent they have. You happen to also be a dab hand in computers. One day at work you get an unexpected visitor from Major Daniel from the ICC saying they need your help. Of course you accept, you do love an undercover mission. Once you arrive at headquarters you meet the team, Sebastian catches your eye. You were looking forward to this job even more now

You were working a double shift at the station, finishing the paperwork from your last case. A month ago you had just brought down one of the biggest drug dealers there was in England. There was a hell of a lot of paper work. You knew you could do it, you were good - no amazing - at your job. Always undercover leading different lives. You loved it. You lived for it. As you type up your report there’s a knock at your door. You look up and see Amy, the secretary with a man you’ve not seen before but sure do recognise. ‘Come in’ you say standing up. ‘Y/N, this is’ Amy begins but you cut her off. ‘Detective Major Louis Daniels. An officer in the Direction Centrale de la Police Judiciaire. The man who started the ICC. It’s a honour sir’ you say reaching to shake his hand. ‘You know who I am?’ He says shaking your hand back with a smile. ‘Of course sir. With your arrest record it’s hard not to know who you are. I think it’s amazing that you have formed the ICC. I follow your cases, rather impressive. You also got an impressive team’ you say welcoming him into your office. ‘Thank you Amy’ you say as you close the door. ‘Well I must say Miss L/N, I think you are the impressive one. That is why I’m here, we need your help. With your last undercover job going so well I knew we needed your expertise for this case.’ He says as you offer him a seat. You sit down back at your dest even more curious. ‘What’s the case?’ You asks. ‘Similar to the one you’ve just done actually. You see there is a rival gang travelling across Europe, The Scorpions. They sell the best kind of cocaine out there along with a lot more stronger stuff. With the success of your last case I was hoping you would join us?’ He finished talking and you process what he’s told you. You’d heard about this gang but we’re not sure if they existed. You couldn’t say no to this opportunity. ‘I’d be honoured sir’ you say reaching to shake his hand. ‘Excellent, I can get a taxi back to your house and you will need to pack and say goodbyes to anyone you feel necessary this is going to be a long case. I will meet you on the helipad in one hour.’ he says shaking your hand back.

You packed pretty much most of what you own, clothes, shoes, books, phone charge, the necessities. Since you’ve got no family left alive so only quick goodbye to your work colleagues. You can’t help but feel the excitement run through you. You always get a thrill from your undercover cases but this? This was going to be something else you could just feel it. As you press the lift taking you up to the helipad a little feeling of nervousness comes. You’ve done plenty of undercover jobs before, but non this extreme. Packing your life up and being gone for god knows how long. Shit, should you have done this? Should you have thought about this properly? No Y/N, this is what you were born to do. He came here all this way for you. You take a few deep breathes as the lift doors open. Major Louis stood there with the helicopter behind. ‘Let me take that’ he says grabbing your case from you. ‘Thank you sir’ you reply as you walk over to the helicopter. ‘Impressive, you’ve got your own chopper? I could most definitely get use to this’ you say with a big grin. ‘Definitely one of our many perks.’ He says as you get into the helicopter. He places your bag next to you, you both put in your headphones and seatbelts as it takes off. You’ve never been on a helicopter before, it’s bumpier than you expected. ‘So how are you feeling Y/N?’ Louis asks. ‘Good yeah, excited to get stuck in!’ You shout. He winces, ‘you don’t need to shout, I can hear you just fine’ he smiles. ‘Oh, sorry, never been on a helicopter before. So your team, just like you they are all impressive.’ You say diverting the conversation. ‘You’ve been making yourself aware of my team? You really are going to fit in nicely. I think they will most definitely like you. They are all amazing at what they do and I am truly grateful to have them. When I told them I was recruiting you they all couldn’t be happier. You have as I’ve said a very impressive background.’ He says, he’s definitely making your ego slightly bigger. ‘Of course sir, they all are incredible. Just like yourself. I hope I’m not going to be stepping in anyone’s toes.’ You say looking out the window at the beautiful views. ‘Of course not. Once we land I will introduce you to everyone properly and then we shall begin to take the scorpions down’ he says. You nod and smile looking out the window once more. You can’t quite believe how your day has become this.

Once off and out the helicopter you make your way to the ICC. Your heart was beating so loudly you were sure Major Daniel would be able to hear it. As you make your way through the doors you are slightly taken back by the building. It’s huge. A lot bigger than the station your use to. You must look like a child in a sweet shop with how you are looking around right now. ‘What do you think?’ Major Louis’s voice brings you back to reality. ‘Very impressive sir.’ You say with a bright smile. ‘Well if you think that impressive wait till you meet the others’ another man’s voice appears from behind you, an American accent. You definitely know who this is. ‘Carl Hickman Detective First Grade from NYPD. It’s a pleasure to meet you’ you say turning around. ‘Another one with the Google Louis? Good job I can do that too now. Y/N L/N. A former Chief Superintendent from London but decided to become an undercover specialist. Done over 20 undercover operations. Youngest person to ever do that many operations and youngest person to be a Chief Superintendent. You could of gone higher but you loved being out in the field. Most recently busting one of the biggest drug gangs in the UK.’ He says confidentiality to you. ‘That sound about right to you?’ He says with a warm smile. ‘Certainly does , however you missed out that fact I’m also a tech whizz’ you say with a smile. ‘Tech whizz? Sebastian’s going to have his work cut out with you’ he laughs as does Major Louis. The lifts opens and you all step in. ‘You sure your ready for this kid?’ Carl asks. ‘Always sir’ you reply confidently. ‘Please call me Carl, anything you need Y/N let me know’ he says. ‘Thank you Carl’ you reply nodding your head. The lift doors open and you all walk out. You walk behind as Carl and Major Louis talk. You take in your next surroundings. You follow the men as they make their way down some stairs, your suitcase thudding behind. Both men offered but you insisted you could manage. You hear footsteps behind you and someone taking your bag from you. ‘Miss L/N, it’s so nice to have you here’ Micheal Dorn says to you with a smile. ‘Michel Dorn, it’s an honour sir. I can honestly manage my bag’ you say gesturing to it. ‘I know you can Y/N but I insist. Did you have a pleasant flight over?’ He asks as you continue down the never ending steps. ‘Yes thank you sir, Major Louis has given me a great welcome as did Carl.’ You say gesturing to the men. ‘Good, the rest of the team will be eager to meet you also. With your background and arrest record. Very impressive I must say.’ He praises you. You could most definitely get use to this. He passes you your bag back as you’ve reached the bottom of the stairs. ‘I’ll let you get settled in and meet the rest of the team’ he says walking off. ‘Thank you sir’ you reply. You look around and see some desks across the floor with computers.

As you look around there is a glass window with technical gear you’re slightly familiar with. You also see a man with this back to you, shirt tucked into trousers, short hair. You’re pretty sure that’s Sebastian. You can’t lie when you googled this unit and this team he caught your eye. Handsome man. Blue eyes. He was your type. Your heart beated faster as you were now in the same building as him. You were impressed with the other members of the team of course but him, he was something else. As you observe him work you start to walk forward slowly following behind Louis and Carl, you’re wrapped in staring at him that you didn’t see someone walking towards you and you bump into them. ‘Shit!’ You say loudly causing heads to turn to you. You look up and see you’ve bumped into Detective Tommy McConnell, an officer in the Northern Ireland Police Service and a weapons specialist and technician. ‘I am so sorry Tommy, I really need to look where I’m going’ you say awkwardly. ‘Yeah you do’ he snaps at you before speaking again. ‘How do you know my name?’ He asks eyeing you up and down. ‘I’m Y/N L/N nice to meet you’ you say offering a handshake, he scoffs at you. ‘It was an accident Tommy, calm down’ a woman’s voice appears at his side. Sergeant Eva Vittoria is a former officer of the Nucleo Operativo Centrale di Sicurezza and current officer in Europol. ‘Yeah well at least you managed to cover yourself in my coffee and not me’ he says pointing to your top. You look down and see your once white blouse covered in coffee and starting to stick to you bra. Your feel your cheeks turning a rather embarrassing shade of crimson as you cover your chest. The others make there way over to see the commotion. ‘S-sorry Tommy’ you find your voice again brushing a hair behind your ear. He rolls his eyes, ‘yeah whatever’ he says and walks off to presumable make another coffee. Well done Y/N great start to piss off one of your colleagues. ‘Ignore him, he just takes some getting use to’ Eva says reassuringly. ‘Y/N L/N right? Lovely to meet you’ she says extending her hand. You take it and shake hers back. ‘Yeah, Eva Vittoria? Nice to meet you too’ you say with a smile shaking her hand. You didn’t even realise that Louis, Carl and Sebastian were now next to you. ‘I erm forgot to mention I can be clumsy - but never in the job I swear’ you say panicking. ‘Don’t worry, like Eva said accidents happen.’ Louis reassures you. You nod and smile looking to the floor. You still feel like eyes are on you, you look up and see they are. Well more specifically one pair of blue eyes. He looks down at your wet blouse then up at you he clears his throat, ‘nice to meet you I’m’ ‘Sebastian Berger, an officer of Berliner Polizei and the tech god’ you say interrupting him. You shake his hand and he gives you a warm smile. ‘Been doing your homework?’ He says with a smile. ’Well before Major Daniels contacted me I read about you. I mean the ICC it’s amazing reading about you all and what you’ve achieved. It’s an honour to be apart of this team’ you reply back. ‘Y/N, why don’t I show you to the bathroom so you can get cleaned up?’ Eva offers kindly. You look at Sebastian and realise your still holding his hand. You quickly drop it, ‘sorry’ you mumble following Eva to the bathroom. The men watch you and Eva walk away. Sebastian can’t help but smile. When he made his way over to you he couldn’t help but notice how sweet you looked. It’s been awhile since someone caught his eyes. ‘Making goo goo eyes already Sebastian?’ Tommy says sarcastically as he comes over with another coffee. Sebastian turns to him but before he speaks Louis beats him to it. ‘Tommy I hope you are not going to cause a problem for Y/N, we need her here.’ ‘Of course not sir, I’m sure she’s great at what she does when she’s not busy checking out ‘Mr tech god’ here’ air quoting your words you said earlier. Sebastian rolls his eyes, ‘just be nice’ Carl says. ‘I always am Hickman’ Tommy says taking a drink.

You and Eva reach the bathroom, you go into the stall and change tops. ‘Don’t worry about Tommy Y/N. He’s a nice guy, just takes some getting use to’ she says through the door. You find another blouse and swap into it. ‘I’m sure he is, I’ve just messed stuff up already. He’s not going to take me seriously now’ you huff opening the door. ‘He will don’t worry, if not I can always shot him’ she jokes to you. You can’t help but let out a little laugh. Eva looks at your and points to your blouse, ‘that’s pretty but you may want to sort out the buttons.’ She says with a small smile. You look down and realise you’ve missed a button on your chest. You turn and quickly sort it. ‘Thanks’ you say cheeks feeling red again. ‘Just relax a little, the Y/N I’ve read about doesn’t sound like she’s one to get flustered so easily?’ Eva questions as you exit the bathroom. ‘You read about me?’ You asked feeling surprised. ‘Of course, like you said you read about us before Major Daniels came and I’ve been following your career for the last three months. Well done on your recent bust, excellent work. I can not wait to see it here’ she says with a smile. ‘Neither can I, do you mind if I just have a minute quickly before going back in?’ You ask stopping outside where everyone is gathered in Sebastian’s workspace. ‘Of course’ she says rubbing your arm and making her way in. ‘Don’t tell me she’s quit already?’ Tommy says as Eva walks in. ‘Tommy, cut it out. You know we need her.’ Eva says unimpressed. Tommy sighs rolling his eyes, ‘I know. Sorry, I’ll stop’ he says putting his hand up in a surrendering position. ‘Good because I do not know if we can do this without her. She’s only just come back from her other undercover operation so she’s already being overworked. She didn’t have to say yes to coming here, she just did. Left everything behind just like you all did. Remember how nervous you felt? She feels like that now so give her a break’ Louis tells the others. The others look towards Tommy, he nods and agrees. ‘I’ll go see if she’s okay’ Eva says. ‘No, let me. I don’t want her to have a problem or feel uncomfortable with me’ Tommy says leaving the room. You stand around the corner near the stairs pacing back and forth composing yourself. ‘Y/N you can do this. This is what you were born to do. Your mum did it so can you.’ You give yourself a small prep talk hoping it’ll help. Normally you wouldn’t be so nervous but after your encounter with Tommy you can’t help it. You wonder if you’ve done the right thing. You agreed quickly. Too quickly? You haven’t had a normal life since joining the police force. You can’t remember when you just stopped to be Y/N L/N. You were always undercover. You loved it yes. You adored it. But we’re you losing yourself? You bite your skin around your nail, a nervous habit you’ve had since your father died. You start to think back to that day. That phone all that changed your life. ‘Y/N?’ You feel a hand on your shoulder pulling you out of your thoughts. You turn to see Tommy. ‘I’m sorry I was rude. We need you here. I know how you feel, can we start over?’ He offers. You relax and smile. ‘I’d love that. I’m Y/N’ you offer a handshake. He smiles, ‘good to meet you Y/N. Tommy.’ You both smile. ‘C’mon then, let’s get this thing started’ he says leading the way back.

You both enter the room, before your attention turns to Louis. ‘Glad that’s all sorted. Now Y/N I know you’ve only been out of cover for a month but you sure you’re ready to go undercover again?’ He asks turning to you, all eyes fall on you. ‘I can do it’ you say confidently with a smile. Sebastian has already made your fake documents needed for you’ he gestures to Sebastian who gathers them from his desk. He passed them all to you, you smile at him and he returns it. Such a kind smile. You look down at your new identity. (Reader - The name is your nickname from school and your mothers maiden name)

‘Impressive, not many people know to call me that. Mothers maiden name too? You definitely gonna have to tell me how you got that’ you say in a flirtatious tone. ‘They don’t call me tech god for nothing’ he says winking at you. You feel yourself blush. You clear you throat, ‘okay new identity. We got a backstory covered?’ You ask. ‘We do indeed. You were apart of another group who are known as The Indigos, non existent but believable. You were a small time dealer to begin with but once you met The Indigo group that’s where you shone. The boss took a special liking to you so you became their right hand woman. Until he set you up and got you sent down. You are now a woman after revenge and you want his blood. Of course you can fill in a details with your background but we figured it was a solid start. You will meet with the man in charge. Victor Edgar. A truly evil man. Not only wanted for supplying, selling and distributing drugs but’ Sebastian stops and takes a breath before continuing. ‘He’s also wanted for assault, rape and murder. Nothing has caught up with him yet.’ You’ve dealt with drug dealers before but not to this extent. Rape? Murder? You were in deeper than you ever thought. You nod slowly at what he’s said. ‘We understand if you want to back out Y/N, this man is not a pleasant one at all’ Eva says reassuring you. You shake your head, ‘no, no I can do it. Just a lot to take in that’s all. Please carry on Sebastian.’ You say to him. ‘We have a known location from where he parties, that will be your first interaction. It’s, it’s erm’ he stops scratching the back of his neck. ‘Where is it?’ You ask. ‘A strip club. This is who you will become. That is the start of your story’ he says. You nod slowly. Okay so now you’ve got to be semi naked. This definitely wasn’t the same operations you were use to. The others wait for you to respond, you feel all eyes on you.

‘Okay. I’m in’ you say with some what confidence. ‘To start this operation Sebastian has take a great length to make sure your location is known to us at all times so we know you are safe.’ Louis starts. ‘Only if you are comfortable with having a tracker put in you?’ He asks. You double take. ‘I’m sorry, a- a tracker? Like a dog has?’ You ask feeling confused. Tommy chuckles, your turn your head and glare at him, ‘well when you put it like that.’ He mumbles. ‘It’s a small device that will go in the just here’ Sebastian touched the back of your neck under your ear. ‘Just a pin prick, only hurts for a second. But with that we will know where you are at all times. Much safer than a wire. And it doesn’t pick up in body scans or detectors. It’s 100% safe.’ He says reassuringly. ‘I’ve also made something else similar. However this one picks up much more, instead of wearing an ear piece you can have it on the other side like the tracker. It picks up sounds. So when you are with Victor or anyone else we can hear what everyone is saying.’ He moves to his desks rooting through the papers until he finds them. He shows you them in the palm of his hand. They are tiny. ‘See? Only leave a small scar’ he says. ‘Well aren’t you clever Mr Berger. However, two things?’ You say looking back up to his eyes. ‘Yes?’ He asks. ‘One. How will I hear what you are all saying? Two. Is there anyway to have any privacy with that thing behind my ear? I mean of course you’ll need to listen in but when I have to pee? I don’t think we’re that close yet’ you say playfully. He gives a light chuckle. ‘For privacy you tap it twice and it will stop, just tap it twice again for it to come back on. Unfortunately I am not that advanced for you to hear us.’ Sebastian sighs. ‘Y/N there will always be someone else. Tonight is when we start. Eva will be working the bar, Tommy and Sebastian will look like they are paying customers. Myself and Carl will be in the car listening to your first encounter’ Louis explains. Your heart races. Unsure if it’s the fact the operation is becoming more real or the fact Sebastian and Tommy will be seeing semi naked. You quickly push those thoughts to the side. ‘Well I need to look the part’ you state pointing to your clothes. ‘Already got it covered’ Sebastian says. You turn to him raising your eyebrows. ‘Have you now?’ You ask. Sebastian face turns red, ‘I- I mean we already have your outfit prepared. Eva does’ he says a bit flustered. You giggle and bump shoulders. ‘I’m just playing with you’ you say smiling. ‘Who says going undercover can’t be fun?’ You say to everyone. ‘I will make myself more presentable and meet you in the car in 15 minutes’ you say leaving the room. ‘Can’t say she’s not up for the challenge boss. Rather her than me’ Tommy says returning to his desk. ‘I will give her the clothes’ Eva says taking the bag of ‘clothes’ for you. ‘She’s a fun one’ Carl says with a laugh. ‘More than I expected considering what happened to her parents’ Louis says sadly. ‘What happened to them?’ Carl asks. ‘It’s not my place to say’ Louis said shrugging his shoulders. Sebastian couldn’t help it. He went to his computer and googled your full name. He googled you before but not delved into your past. Louis leaves the room returning to his office. ‘Are you googling what happened to her parents?’ Carl asked making his way next to Sebastian. He sighs, ‘well all you had to do is type in her name and the word parents and this article from a newspaper came up.’ He says pointing to the screen. They both begin to read it. ‘Poor kid. No wonder she became a cop’ he says patting Sebastian on the shoulder before leaving.

In the bathroom you do your make up, normally you have a more natural look but with your location you know you needed to be less you more whatever you were going to turn into. Adding a cat eye, shimmery eyeshadow, mascara and a lipstick. Undecided on what colour to go for. As you decide between a red or purple you see Eva come in the bathroom. ‘This is what you’ll be wearing.’ She pulls your outfit out the bag. You examine it and are speechless until you realise. ‘How did you know my size?’ You asks as it looks like it’ll fit like a glove. She clears her throat, ‘well, I did not get it. You know what Sebastian is like for finding out information’ she says awkwardly. Oh. So he got this? Interesting. You couldn’t help but blush at the thought of him picking this out for you. It was a two piece purple set of lingerie. Fairly classy not tacky looking. The had little gems around the straps. You held up the bottom half of the outfit and went bright red. ‘So, so erm Sebastian picked this?’ You say holding the small piece of clothing. Eva nodded. ‘He’s been talking about you a lot.’ She blurts out. ‘How? I’ve only just met you all?’ You ask working out how you were going to pull this skimpy outfit off. ‘The major saw you name last month to do with your case. Your face not shown so he asked Sebastian to do some digging. Sebastian found out about your arrest record, all your undercover operations, the stuff that no one else could found he did. He showed it to the major and couldn’t believe how well amazing you are! Non of us could. We’ve been trying to get the scorpions for a long time. Too long. We all knew we needed your expertise. Sebastian threw himself into researching you. He’s not a creep I promise. He was just doing his job. But I do not know how he got your sizes’ Eva said. You nod to this new information. You can’t help but blush. These people are so kind to you considering you’ve just met them. Even people back home weren’t this nice. ‘Eva, do you think I can really do this?’ You ask her. Eva steps towards you and reaches for your shoulders. ‘I don’t think you can. I know you can. We all believe in you.’ She says with a warm smile. ‘Thank you, I truly appreciate it’ you say. ‘I guess I better get this on’ you gesture to your outfit. ‘Wear this on top. I don’t think you’d want Michel to see you walk around in that’ she says handing you a dressing down. You both can’t help but laugh. ‘Thanks’ you say taking it from her. With Eva gone you get into your outfit. Sebastian really did do his research as this fits you like a glove. You look in the mirror. You actually look pretty hot. You decided to go for the purple lip to match your outfit. You put your hair into pigtails adding two purple bows that came with the costume. Lastly adding the knee high bright purple boots. Dressing down on you exit the bathroom making your way to the car. You sit in the back, Carl turns around. ‘Ready?’ He asks. ‘Ready as I’ll ever be’ you say with a smile.

You were surprised how quick the journey went, Louis and Carl talking you step by step of how to start the interaction. Showing you pictures of Victor Edgar and some of his known associates. You familiarise yourself with them. They pull up around the corner and pass you everything you need. ‘You’re on the list, Sebastian got you on. Your name is Purple Bombshell. You go on at 6, so that gives you one hour to familiarise yourself with the place. Good luck Y/N’ Louis says. Carl nods to you and you exit the car. You walk to the confidentiality towards to back door to be met with the bouncer, a big guy at least 6’4. ‘Not seen you here before?’ He asks looking you up and down. ‘New girl. I’m on the list. Purple Bombshell’ you say with a bright smile. You see him look down and mark you off, ‘welcome purple bombshell. Have a good show’ he says stepping aside to let you in. You feel his hand snack your ass. Normally you’d punch a guy but you can’t right now. You turn and give him a wink

‘Okay, she’s in’ Carl said through his ear piece. ‘Yup, see her. She’s on the way to the dressing room’ Eva says whilst preparing a drink for Tommy. ‘How do you think she’ll do?’ He asks having her the money. ‘I think she’ll do great, enjoy your drink sir’ Eva says trying to stay professional. Tommy makes his way back and sits next to Sebastian. He hands him a beer. ‘Thanks’ he says taking a sip. ‘You look more nervous than Y/N man’ Tommy says sitting down. ‘Wouldn’t you be if you were in my situation?’ He asks running his sweaty palms on the back of his jeans. ‘What have a gorgeous girl giving you a lap dance in the private room?’ Tommy asks with a small laugh. ‘Well I’m the one who’s got to install her tracker and sound device without being caught.’ He whispers back taking another sip of beer. ‘Well you heard the Major we needed to make sure it would work in a loud environment. You’re the only one with the expertise. Count yourself lucky man’ Tommy says rolling his eyes. Sebastian did feel lucky. He wasn’t going to lie. ‘Tommy just concertante, Sebastian you’ll be fine, don’t worry fella’ Carls voice rings through their ears

Back in the dressing room you make your way through to a free mirror and chair. Taking off your dressing gown and touching up your lipstick in the mirror. Spraying on the perfume that was there. ‘Hey tuts, not seen you here before’ a women in the chair next to you speaks. ‘First night here’ you reply back with an excited smile. ‘Oh honey how exciting! I remember my first night. I’m Kitty Boo’ she says. ‘Purple bombshell, nice to meet you Kitty Boo’ you smile. She looked like a kitten with her outfit and cat ears. You look back at yourself and still can’t believe Sebastian picked this out. Even if the lower half was basically non existent he did do a good job. ‘Purple bombshell your up!’ You hear a man come back through with a clipboard. ‘Good luck sweetie!’ Kitty Boo calls to you. You turn you head and smile at her blowing her a kiss. You make your way out to the stage walking past Eva who’s behind the bar. You don’t miss the way her eyes got wider as you walked past. You make your way onto the stage where there was a free pole and began to dance to the music. You’d pole danced in the past but for exercise. This time was for a whole new reason. As you twirl around the pole you see Victor Edgar walk in. You quickly look to Eva and nod your head, she follows your direction and sees him. ‘I have eyes in Victor’ Eva says quietly. Tommy turns his head slowly to behind the entrance to where Victor has just walked in. ‘Okay so looks like he’s come with at least two men and three body guards. Looks like he’s making his way to the VIP area’ he says in a hushed voice. ‘Okay, Sebastian it’s almost time’ Louis says. You hadn’t seen Tommy or Sebastian just yet as you were too busy focusing on Victor. But they had most definitely seen you. Tommy noticed you first nudging Sebastian, once Sebastian’s eyes were on you they were not off. He watched the way you worked the pole, it’s clear you’d used one before. The way your body rolled against in, the way you moved to the music. He loved his outfit choice. Purple being his favourite colour of course. ‘Man put your tongue back in’ Tommy said nudging him. As the song finished you looked around the room looking around for the men. You notice them sitting watching you, you feel very exposed all of a sudden but you can’t compromise your operation so you walk over with confidence ignoring the fact your practically naked. As you reach the end of the stage you approach with a flirty smile. ‘Want a dance big boy?’ You wink biting your lip. Sebastian stays in character even though you can tell he’s her as nervous of you. ‘I thought you’d never ask’ he says as he stands up. You take Sebastian by the hand and lead him to a private room. His hand interlocks your fitting perfectly together. Tommy watches you both walk off. ‘Lucky bastard’ he takes sipping his last drop of beer. ‘Tommy will you focus?’ Eva snaps. ‘Sorry mum’ he mutters

As you approach the area for private dancers your heart beats fast. Faster than it has in a long time. Sure it does when you’re getting shot at but this is a different kind of feeling. Sebastian can’t help but take a sneaky glance at your outfit as you lead the way. ‘Got this cutie for a dance’ you say to the security blocking the curtain. ‘Money up front’ he says holding out his hand. ‘But of course’ Sebastian says handing the man £150. The man steps aside and nods you both to go in. ‘No touching unless she says that’s okay’ he warns Sebastian as he closes the curtain. Sebastian nods back. Sebastian sits down on the leather sofa, as you make your way over next to him. ‘Okay we best do this quick, don’t want him getting suspicious. I’ve heard if it’s too long the curtain gets pulled back’ you say to Sebastian. He’s nods and takes out the tracker and the listening device. You take out the device from your boot and pass it to him. He loads the first one in. ‘So this may sting a little’ he says to warn you. You nod. He puts the device under your ear and it catches you by surprise. You let out a small whimper of pain. You see the man’s feet moving behind the curtain, you quickly turn and straddle Sebastian’s lap hiding the device under the leopard print cushion next to him. Sebastian is take by your actions as you begin to grind on him. The next thing you see if the curtain being pulled back and the man looking in. ‘Hey c’mon, I’m just giving him a good time honey, close the curtain’ you say turning your head around to talk to the man. He mumbles something and closes the curtain. ‘Sorry’ you whisper as you stop grinding but don’t get off him. Sebastian gulps, ‘no, it’s okay, you, you did what was right. Erm you ready for the other one?’ He asks pointing to your ear. ‘Yeah, let me turn around so you can see better’ you say getting off his lap but only to sit back down facing the other way. Your bare ass cheeks pressing on his jeans. Sebastian shifts slightly as you settle, your not 100% sure but your pretty sure you can feel something digging into your ass. You ignore it and turn to him, ‘ready’ you say with a smile. Turning away you brace yourself for the sting. You feel it and it makes you wince, you bite your lip to stay quiet but end up moving your ass along his crotch more. He moans under you. You both stay silent for a minute before you speak. You turn your head to look at him still sitting on top of him. ‘Sebastian, I meant to ask. How did you find out my size?’ You don’t know what brings to to ask that question but you have. ‘It’s amazing what I can find out. I hope you don’t mind. The outfit, it, it looks great in you’ he says shyly. You blush at his compliment. ‘I don’t mind, you’ll just have to show me how you did it. And thank you. It’s not something I’d normally wear’ you say with a giggle. He laughs with you. ‘Two minutes left so finish up!’ The guy behind the curtain shouts. You sigh, even though this isn’t what you had in mind you don’t want Sebastian to go. You reluctantly get up, Sebastian gets an eyeful of your bare ass in his face. You turn to face him and now he’s face to face with something else. You smirk as you get on your knees and spread his legs. ‘What- what are you doing?’ He asks nervously. ‘Well, two minutes left. Just finishing your dance’ you say with a mischievous smile. It’s definitely your character coming out to play.

You lean forward on his knees making your hands stretch up to the top of his thighs giving them a little squeeze. You can see him shifting and you can’t help but feel slightly turned on. You push your chest together and bite your lip as you make eye contact with him. You push yourself up and spin around slowly showing your body off to him. You pull him by his shirt and move yourself on top of him again. You take his hands and move them onto your hips, he grips them tightly as you move up and down on his crotch. ‘Times up!’ You hear the man shout and pull back the curtain. You get off Sebastian and turn to the man, ‘can I just say goodbye, he’s my first dance after all?’ You say with a flirty smile. ‘Say your goodbyes then you upstairs in the VIP section.’ He says turning his back. ‘Thank you’ you say making your way back to Sebastian who’s stood up and trying to conceal his clear boner. You smirk to yourself. ‘Thanks for being my first dance cutie. Had fun, hope to see that pretty face again’ you say winking and giving him a kiss on the cheek. You walk away before he can reply, you’ve got a job to do now. You walk past Tommy smiling as you go upstairs to the VIP section. Sebastian comes out and sits back down next to Tommy. He doesn’t say anything for a minute just stares into space. He can’t quite believe what had just happened. ‘Sounds like you had fun’ he says with a devilish smirk. ‘What?’ Sebastian replies raising his eyebrows. ‘Mate that device of yours works wonders. Worked straight away. Well done!’ Tommy says patting his shoulder. ‘Plus we could hear everything through your ear piece’ Tommy adds. Sebastian turns an embarrassing shade of red. ‘Well done Sebastian. The tracker and noise device is working. You can get out of there now’ Louis says. As the men get up Eva also gets ready to leave. Sebastian takes on last look upstairs at the VIP section. He sees you spinning on the pole in front of Victor. His heart beats fast, he hopes you will be okay. You have to be. He needed to get to know you. Properly. ‘C’mon Romeo. Let’s go’ Tommy says as he ushers him to the door. They make the way to the car and a minute later Eva joins. ‘Okay so everything is working. Y/N is in. She’s on her own but at least we can hear everything and see where she goes. Let get back to base guys’ Carl says. ‘So Sebastian, did you have fun?’ Eva asks with a smile. Sebastian rolls his eyes as they drive back to the ICC. He can’t help but feel very worried for you

You’re still on a high from your fun encounter with Sebastian you throw yourself into your dance with the pole. Making yourself very sexy and very flexible. You definitely had eyes on you. You could feel the eyes of Victor Edgar seeping into you like you were his already. A man in a suit approaches you. ‘Mr Edgar would like to see you in his section. If you’ll. follow me’ he gestures for you to follow, you do. He pulls back the velvet rope and ushers you through. ‘Purple Bombshell I believe?’ Victors voice booms to you. You walk slowly towards him looking him over, a man most definitely in his 50’s with a thick Russian accent. He’s a bald large man with an 70s style moustache. A suit that clearly is worth more than your house along with his dazzling watch and pierced ears. ‘I can be anyone you can me to be honey’ you say sitting on his lap. A bold mood but pays off. You feel his hands on you. One on your lower back the other stroking your bare thigh up and down. ‘You’re gonna be a fun one. I could use more fun. Tell me honey, how much you make on a good night?’ He says cockily. ‘Oh baby on a good night I can make at least a thousand’ you say bringing your hand to stroke his arm. ‘Only a thousand. Well Miss Bombshell if you come with me I can make it ten times more’ he says squeezing your thigh. You want to smack him. You want to puke. You want to go back to Sebastian. You can not. This is your mission. ‘Tell me more Mr Edgar’ you say with a smile. This was only the beginning

#crossing lines #tom wlaschiha #undercover #sebastian berger #eva vittoria #tommy mcconnell #Louis Daniel #Carl Hickman #Fan fiction

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coffeeandritalin · 2 years

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So, I am really slogging my way through book 2 of TGCF, and it's really making me miss the format of MDZS where the flashbacks are spread out - flipping back and forth between present and past. On the one hand, the present moments serve as balms to the heavier and darker moments as the flashbacks progress. However, I am also starting to register how crucial of a role the flashback layering plays in laying out WWX and LWJ's love story!!!

The first time we enter a flashback is when WWX is being snuggled by LWJ, and he is thinking back on his past relationship with LWJ - contrasting the current moment to his memories of having a poor relationship with LWJ. However, as we go through the flashback (influenced by what we've seen of the present-LWJ's actions so far), we begin questioning whether it really was as bad as WWX initially remembered it to be. This flashback also comes back to further highlight the changes in LWJ's behavior toward WWX (pre-flashback). Just to pick out a few for swoons:

Yet, he wasn’t sure what to make of the current situation—in the past, no matter what he did, Lan WangJi didn’t tolerate anything, but now, even though he used whatever methods he had up his sleeve, Lan WangJi could still tolerate him. Should he be congratulated because of his progress?! (ExR, Ch. 12)

He remembered that Lan WangJi hated physical contact with other people. In the past, just with one touch and the offender would have been hurled out. If, even like this, he endured it, then the person was definitely not Lan WangJi. He would even doubt that Lan WangJi’s body was taken! (ExR, Ch. 12)

Just what in the world happened to Lan Zhan in the past few years, turning him into a person like this? Was this the same Lan Zhan as before?! (ExR, Ch. 12)

Basically, (in addition to a lot more that we won't get into here...) we are told early on that LWJ's behavior toward WWX is (and always has been) an exception. LWJ probably still doesn't like physical contact with other people, but WWX is the clear exception (LSZ probably is too, but that's a different aside.)

The next flashback we have (not including the Yi City arc for obvious reasons) is the QiShan Discussion Conference. This flashback happens after DrunkJi has used his forehead ribbon to tie up WWX's wrists + paraded said tied-up WWX around in front of the juniors and immediately after the Lan juniors have explained the marriage meaning behind the forehead ribbon. During this flashback, we have past-LWJ trying to keep his cool around WWX (and possibly giving the cold shoulder because he's huffy and jealous... see ninjakk's fabulous post on this here), WWX doing his d***dest to get LWJ's attention, and LWJ basically going into shock after WWX removes his forehead ribbon.

Now, let's go back and revisit these lines from the present (pre-flashback):

Wei WuXian felt almost half of the blood in his body rush to his head. The forehead ribbon, the forehead ribbon, th-th-the… The forehead ribbon was indeed quite significant! He suddenly felt that he really needed some fresh air. He sprang up and darted outside, only managing to find his balance by holding onto the bark of a wilted tree. He exclaimed in silence, … Good Heavens! What in the world have I done?! (ExR, Ch. 45)

WWX has just found out the deeper/alternate meaning behind the forehead ribbon. His immediate reaction is to blush along with the Lan juniors while his brain short-circuits. He's most likely thinking about how LWJ used that meaningful forehead ribbon to bind his wrists (+ the shared kiss) and whether LWJ did this with the intention of expressing the meaning behind the ribbon.

Then we have this passage post-flashback:

With his forehead ribbon taken off by a brat without any consent or whatsoever in front of everyone’s eyes, Lan Zhan managed to hold himself back from shooting Wei WuXian to death right then, right there—people with good manners were so scary!!! He was indeed worthy of the title HanGuang-Jun!!! (ExR, Ch. 45)

I fully believe that WWX is aware of and clear about his feelings for LWJ by this point, despite what he tries to tell himself. His denial mainly stems from not being sure of LWJ's feelings, not wanting to be rejected, and definitely not wanting to ruin the good relationship the two of them have right now. So, I read this passage as mostly WWX stopping himself from going down the rabbit hole of 'omg I accidentally proposed to LWJ 13+ years ago, and I think he just accepted' (I'm being hyperbolic here). He's re-writing his self-narrative in real-time in an effort of self-preservation.

If we read the flashback without any additional context (especially from the present), it really is reasonable to interpret LWJ's general behavior toward WWX as cold annoyance. It's also reasonable to interpret LWJ's reaction to getting his forehead ribbon pulled off by WWX as rage. However, we aren't reading this flashback in a vacuum. The combination of the two DrunkJi scenes has informed us that LWJ acts on his innermost desires when drunk (aka - LWJ wants to marry WWX). Previous combinations of the past and present have also told us that LWJ has had a crush on WWX since they first met. We also know that TeenJi has typically reacted to WWX's teasing/flirting with embarrassed 'anger'. This gives us a different interpretation of past-LWJ's reaction than what WWX is trying to convince himself of.

LIKE DO YOU SEE THIS BS HERE!? The past and present are so integral to understanding what's happening in both moments in time! It's so freaking beautifully done!! We need each to fully understand what's going on in the other. This novel is just so flipping amazingly written. I would flip my desk over if my monitor wasn't hecka expensive and this desk wasn't so dang heavy!!!!

(Also, yes, I am clearly trying to avoid TGCF book 2's dumpster fire of pain by, once again, diving into my favorite comfort couple instead...)

#mdzs #mdzs thoughts #mdzs novel #wangxian #wei wuxian #lan wangji #mdzs wwx #mdzs lwj #the magic of mxtx

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Hello! May I know about your regicide au? I miss your writing! (Also i think the buttons freaked out while i was trying to press the ask button so if you just got unfollowed and followed by me a few times then very sorry)

Cracks knuckles You've got a big storm coming.

The tldr is that Regicide is (in the most basic terms) an SBI royalty au that has plenty of ways the plot could go, depending on the choices the characters make. @the-redeemed-anon and I made it at the beginning of last year after I got inspired by a conversation we had about the Ottomans' practice of fratricide as a way of fighting for the throne.

There is a series of our fics on AO3, mainly mine but Anon has written a few fics themself that I believe they plan to post once they're less busy.

So the main things to know about the set up are:

Phil is Emperor Phillip V of the Antarctic Empire

He has 15 sons (and 26 kids in general) via 6 wives

Technoblade, Wilbur and Tommy are his sons through Kristin

Technoblade is the eldest son in general and the only boy who is given the same level of love as their sisters because Phil's allergic to being a boydad for Reasons

These reasons mainly being linked to the fact that when princes are 10, they learn the truth about how the family handles succession to the throne

Aka it's kill or be killed because you have to get to the throne first, accept a special sword and order the deaths of your brothers and nephews to secure your place

As the favourite son, Techno has been raised to be the next emperor and therefore been given every advantage so he'll get to give the order before any of his brothers can

Wilbur is incredibly salty about all this, from the system itself to the way Phil treats him, Tommy and their half brothers compared to Techno and their sisters

Tommy is sometimes just kind of in Techno and Wilbur's shadows because he's much younger (and also tends to be like 12 or 14 during the main plots of the paths so doesn't have as much agency as his adult brothers)

500 years ago, their ancestor and the first ever emperor, Thomas I, united all the city states to create the empire and was blessed by the god of war (War)

This blessing consisted of War giving premonitions to both Thomas and his descendants

200 years ago, a farmer's daughter named Kristin caught the attention of the goddess of death (Death) and also gave her a generational blessing, making her able to see ghosts

Both these blessed bloodlines have now mixed to create Phil and Kristin's 6 kids, all of whom have both premonitions and the ability to see ghosts

Between the ages of 5 and 16, princes are educated with a son from an aristocratic family who is there to accept discipline on his prince's behalf

At 16/17, princes are sent off to a province to govern it and gain experience in preparation for potentially becoming emperor themselves someday

Notable Characters

Phillip V (Phil)

He has been emperor since he was 13 and was the youngest of 7 brothers with zero sisters to act as a buffer so his upbringing has Had An Effect. He is a great dad to his daughters and Techno but refuses to get attached to his others sons due to them feeling like tragedies waiting to happen. A bit of a warmonger, he is the one who took Wilbur's declaration of independence and declared war as a response. If Regicide had a main antagonist, it's definitely Phil.

Kristin

Comes from the Müntirien family who have Death's gift and, as a way of honouring their ancestor who earned them the blessing, the main line tend to name their eldest daughters after her. Out of Phil's 6 wives, she is the first he married out of love instead of being set up like the previous two and arguably may be his favourite (partially also due to being Techno's mother). She acknowledges that she will lose at least two children in the wake of becoming a widow but that only leads to her taking her children's side when Phil acts unfairly towards them.

Technoblade

The eldest son of the family and the one Phil believes is destined to be the emperor after him thanks to an incident with a bear that is interpreted as an approving sign from War. He loves his brothers but does try to put a little distance between himself and them to make what he'll have to do someday a little easier on himself. War took a special interest in him since infancy, causing Techno to be able to easily understand his premonitions as War intended them to be interpreted and have great reflexes. However, his ability to see ghosts suffers as a result so they look and sound fuzzy to him.

Wilbur

The 7th of Phil's sons and Kristin's 3rd child. If Regicide had a main character, it would definitely be Wilbur. Even in paths where he dies young, his memory is enough to motivate his brothers to fulfill the goals he never got to complete. All he wants in life is to do something worthwhile before his limited time is up, whether that's freeing the country he fell in love with, abolishing fratricide or simply protecting his son from the pain of being a Craft prince. He feels very connected to Death due to her giving him an extra dose of blessing when he was born so as a result, ghosts sometimes appear as real as if they were living to him. Unfortunately, he struggles to interpret War's warnings properly because of this which gets him into trouble that could have been otherwise avoided. Also having a connection to Death can make you a bit of a death magnet, even when you manage to survive, so... poor guy's occasionally having A Time.

Tommy

The youngest of Phil and Kristin's kids as well as one of the youngest kids of the whole family. Tommy is kind of overlooked as a result of the plethora of siblings before him so he tended to disappear through secret passages with his friends. He enjoys doing things with his hands and gets pretty good at sewing during the war. Because of this, he becomes a gardener who mends clothes as a hobby in paths where he ends up living a more civilian life. War and Death share custody of Tommy in a way and his boosted gifts are far more balanced than his brothers' as a result.

Sally Salmon

The daughter of a significant L'Manburgian family, she is the girl Kristin thinks would get along best with Wilbur when planning a political union between him and someone L'Manburgian to improve his image. She and Wilbur don't get along at all for the first several months of their marriage, only for the tension to break and them falling in love once they actually get to know each other. She acts as a spy during the war until it's deemed safer for her to go into hiding instead, neither of them aware she's just gotten pregnant with Fundy.

The Salmons

Sally's parents and some of the most influential people in L'Manburg. They made an agreement with other important L'Manburgian families to try get one of their daughters married to a Craft prince in order to hopefully have their son-in-law then a pro-L'Manburg grandson on the Antarctic throne. This led to Wilbur and Sally's marriage, an opportunity they were so determined to not lose out on that they went about it the wrong way. While they are kind of in the background for most of the paths, Wilbur befriends them and is inspired to start the revolution after listening to them speak about L'Manburgian history and culture.

Fundy

Wilbur and Sally's son and sometimes only child if the path makes it impossible for his little sister Isa to be born. While he doesn't inherit most of his father's interests, Fundy is quite adept at tinkering, managing to create simple mechanical systems while he's still a child. In half the paths, he ends up being either Wilbur or Techno's heir and therefore the emperor after them. Fundy is named after Fundy Salmon, a great uncle from a few generations back whose legacy is being the general who handed over L'Manburg to the Antarctic Empire. Fundy's middle name is either in honour of his uncle Chris or Wilbur himself, depending on the path.

Death

The Antarctic goddess of death. She is the Müntirien family's patron after the original Kristin earned her respect. She is closest to Wilbur and has a massive soft spot for him, to the point she offers to make him her son in his next life. As for Techno having difficulty with her gift, she isn't that fazed by it as War with Wilbur thanks to it not having such dire consequences in his daily life. In the afterlife, she welcomes souls and redirects anyone who gets lost in the fog.

War

The Antarctic god of war. He is the Craft dynasty's patron after admiring Thomas I's skills and promising to look out for his descendants. Technoblade is his favourite prince out of the main 3 brothers which is helped by the fact Techno feels the most connected and perceptive towards the god. Despite being frustrated with Wilbur's inability to properly understand him, he does subtly side with the L'Manburgians during their war of independence.

Chris

One of the half brothers and the one Wilbur is closest to. He's a week older than Wilbur which leads to them becoming inseparable from the beginning. The two of them help the other realise they're in love with their respective significant other. When Chris becomes a father to a little girl named Cecylia, he unintentionally causes the inciting incident for most of the paths diverging.

Eret Bakkarra

Wilbur's best friend since they were 5, having grown up as a prince-whipping boy duo. Depending on the path, he will act as Wilbur's right hand man, Fundy's mentor, a general ally to the family or the one who leads the story towards a bad ending after a misguided decision.

Tubbo Underscore

Tommy's childhood best friend and whipping boy. While they were growing up, the two of them tended to sneak off and cause mischief, which in turn led to them befriending Ranboo. He follows Tommy to L'Manburg when war breaks out, much to Wilbur's distress. In paths where L'Manburg loses, he avoids capture by running and joins Ranboo's life of a wandering merchant.

Ishmael Oshier

A veteran of the L'Manburgian War of Independence and a survivor of the wither arrow attack that leads to the end of the war in P4. Following the war and losing his arm to withering, he ends up as one of Techno's advisors. In fact, by the time Fundy meets him 20 years later, he is practically the emperor's right hand man as well as a close personal friend of the Crafts family. Anon and I love him so much, along with his two service dogs, but Fundy feels something's up with the guy. It doesn't help that they keep butting heads about the pace of L'Manburg gaining independence and the war itself.

Notable Events

These are things that happen in every path or are reoccurring enough to warrant mentioning.

Wilbur I creates the fratricide tradition - Having grown up during the tail end of the civil war, Wilbur I becomes emperor after making himself the only possible descendant of Thomas I who can take the throne uncontested. He uses his experiences of his extended family spending 60 years tearing itself apart over power to promise he'll never let something like that happen to the empire ever again. As a result, he makes it law that all sons of newly deceased emperors must fight to keep themselves and their own sons alive by winning and becoming the next emperor.

Conquering of L'Manburg - Having been at war in some form since the late 13th century, with L'Manburg tending to be able to push the Antarctic Empire back before they can advance far enough to be successful, the head of the L'Manburgian army reluctantly surrenders in 1402 to spare worse consequences. The emperor at the time will treat L'Manburg quite fairly for the next 17 years until his death, at which point his anti-L'Manburg son takes over and begins treating the country far less favourably.

Wilbur appealing to Phil - When Wilbur is 13, he discovers the fratricide tradition is based on a few lines. He tries to convince Phil to abolish fratricide after coming up with some alternatives he can think of. Phil however very quickly dismisses his suggestions and complains about his time being wasted. This normally just results in Wilbur being resentful for a while before resolving that he should accept there's no hope in changing the system and his life is tied to Phil's. In P3 though, it has disastrous consequences.

The premature purge - Feeling threatened by the reality of becoming of an uncle via one of his brothers, Techno gathers a few guards to follow his orders. They visit the adult brothers in their homes and gather up the younger ones who still live at the palace, killing them all. The only ones who are spared are Wilbur and Tommy. This forever changes the dynamic between the brothers, leading to Wilbur in particular not knowing how to proceed.

Sally going into hiding - Over a year after the war begins, Wilbur decides it may be too dangerous for Sally to stay at camp and participate in the war as a spy. With some help, he is able to organise for her to hide in the home of the Nihachus, a family of bakers. Only Eret knows where they live but gladly gives Wilbur the address when the war is won and he can't reunite with her or their newborn son fast enough.

Eret's betrayal - Desperate for the war to end already, Eret approaches Phil to appeal to him. This only leads to Phil taking advantage of him and using it as an opportunity to capture traitors. When Phil enters the L'Manburgian camp with Eret in tow, Wilbur doesn't suspect his friend until Phil taunts him for not having trustworthy friends. This often causes one or both crimeboys being killed or at least imprisoned for being traitors in the eyes of their father.

Notable Locations

Antarctic Empire - An empire that was founded in the 10th century by Thomas I when he united the 15 city states dedicated to the gods. It has since expanded via conquests into places such as part of the Nether and L'Manburg. Since its founding, but especially following the end of a civil war that lasted the majority of the 11th century, it has been ruled by the Craft dynasty who are all descended from Thomas I. The main languages are Antarctic and Arctic (the language of an ethnic group of travellers native to the area). The further north you go, the closer you get to the tundra landscape where very few live.

Rayusel - The capital of the Antarctic Empire and the one who had War as their patron when it was a city state. In the centre is the area known as Inner Rayusel which is sacred ground due to being the original boundaries of the city that were marked by bearskin in its founding myth. The main temple to War is found within Inner Rayusel and is one of the entry points. Outer Rayusel is the unofficial name for the rest of the city that expanded out from the original boundaries. The majority of people from Rayusel live there and it is also where the royal palace is located.

L'Manburg - A country full of mountains, especially near the border with the Antarctic Empire that lies to the empire's south. It used to be a trade partner with the empire until a series of events in the mid 13th century caused the emperor at the time to start a campaign to conquer the country which would last approximately 150 years. It has now been under Antarctic rule for over a century but is often attempting to rebel against the foreign authority. The main languages are L'Manburgian and Antarctic, although L'Manburgian has been systematically suppressed for the past century and is often only heard in private settings like the home.

Pogtopia - A city built into natural formations of a mountain (like this one) which is one of the hubs of rebellion, especially during the war and in paths where L'Manburg loses. It acts as a safe haven for running from Antarctic oppression thanks to being difficult to reach unless you know how to navigate the area.

Nether - A very bio-diverse collection of nations that operate as one on an international scale, laying to the west of the Antarctic Empire and likewise partially borders L'Manburg. The main language is Netherine and the climate depends on which nation you're in as it varies from woodland to desert to volcanically active land etc. The empire set its sights on getting full control of the valuable resource of netherite in the late 11th century but only one of the nations was conquered and it has remained this way since. There was a war led by a half mortal daughter of Death in 1216 which resulted in heavy losses for Antarctic troops and had a significant impact on the future of the royal family.

Paths

There are 15 separate paths, split equally into three branches: Fratricide, Patricide and L'Manburg. There is also an unofficial branch that we call War which features all of the L'Manburg paths as well as P4 and P5. There are certain things that stay consistent throughout them like Salbur hating each other when they first meet and Neo Trio being the final three brothers. As for the paths themselves, here are some summaries:

F1 - Wilbur kills both of his remaining brothers and suffers the consequences, dealing with a vengeful Tommy and having Fundy as his only ally. He does not have a happy reign but is able to complete a book honouring all of his brothers' memories.

F2 - Techno is killed and Wilbur becomes emperor with Tommy going on to live a fairly normal life privately. While Phil is still alive, assassins break into his home but he is able to survive the night. He spends the next few years hunting down answers so he can keep his family safe from further attacks.

F3 - Upon discovering the pregnancy with Fundy, Wilbur and Sally go into hiding with only Eret knowing where they are. However, Phil dies like usual a few years later and now they are being brought back to the palace so the tradition can be carried out.

F4 - Techno is killed, making Wilbur the new presumed heir. While Fundy is a baby, assassins break into Wilbur and Sally's home. They succeed in targeting Wilbur and exposing what he did, which in turn makes Tommy the last possible son to inherit the throne from Phil. Once he's emperor, Tommy is determined to discover who is responsible for Wilbur's death while likewise navigating his new duties.

F5 - Techno leaves all of his brothers alone, never going through with ordering the premature purge. However, this doesn't mean Wilbur doesn't immediately freak out when he and Sally have a son. They kept the pregnancy a secret and do the same with baby Fundy. This works for a few years, albeit with a lot of effort, but Phil's death has to come eventually. Wilbur becomes another victim of the tradition but the same can't be said of Fundy, much to his parents' relief. Now it's just a case of keeping him hidden for the rest of his life.

P1 - Wilbur kills Techno but instead of the lingering paranoia causing him to target Tommy like in F1, he kills Phil so he can be protected by becoming emperor early.

P2 - Wilbur has second thoughts on killing Techno, to the point he confesses his plans to his brother and they end up murdering Phil instead. They rule together for the rest of their lives.

P3 - Upset upon hearing their father dismissed 13 year old Wilbur for wanting there to be a fairer system, Technoblade takes matters into his own hands. He kills Phil nearly a full decade early, triggering the tradition while the brothers are underage. Wilbur becomes co-emperor once he's old enough while Tommy lives off to the sidelines during their reigns.

P4 - During the war, Phil orders a skilled archer to fire wither arrows at Wilbur in the hopes that his death will give him a great opportunity to stop wasting his time on crushing the revolution. Wilbur gets nicked by it but that's enough and doesn't survive long enough to get proper treatment at the palace. 20 years later, the son he never got to know existed shows up with determination to finish what his father started by gaining independence for L'Manburg. With the help of Eret, an advisor of Techno's named Ishmael tries to dissuade Fundy from rocking the boat too much.

P5 - Fearing both of their safeties, Wilbur sends both Sally and Tommy to the Nihachus so they can hide. Following Eret selling the L'Manburgians out, Wilbur is arrested and sentenced to death for treason. His only consolation is that his wife and little brother are safe until, months later, they're caught too. He begs Techno to help, leading to Phil's death as the only way they can be saved without complications.

L1 - L'Manburg wins the war and Wilbur is able to go home to his wife and newborn son. He spends 10 years as the country's first post-independence president before resigning so he can spend more time with Sally and their two children.

L2 - Eret betrays L'Manburg, causing both Wilbur and Tommy to be captured. They both end up on the scaffold and, while Tommy is upset about being stuck as a ghost, his reaction is nothing like Wilbur's. Wilbur spends the next several years haunting Phil as a vengeful spirit for every wrongdoing his father committed against him and his family.

L3 - Tommy is kidnapped by Antarctic soldiers who were acting independently. A group including Wilbur and Eret come to save him but as they escape with Tommy, he is hit with a slingshot pellet. Wilbur races back to camp with Tommy in his arms so he can be treated but it is in vain. The war is won months later yet Wilbur can't fully enjoy it, knowing what it cost him.

L4 - Having listen to War when he advised Wilbur miss a battle, only for the wither arrow attack to happen, Wilbur is determined to not miss another battle, no matter how much of a bad idea War may think it is. This costs him his life and causes his pro-L'Manburg loved ones to flee for their safety until Phil's death makes it possible for them to consider returning.

L5 - Phil decides to keep Wilbur alive despite still going ahead with killing Tommy. Instead, Wilbur is stuck inside a cell for what is meant to be the rest of his life. He is rescued but when Phil comes close to jeopardising the safety of those Wilbur loves, Wilbur makes an irreversible mistake that causes him to be shunned by the gods.

Songs that really fit

Legendary from Epic: The Musical - Fundy in P4 where he is determined to take all the stories of his father's bravery and live by Wilbur's example as he prepares to fight for L'Manburg's rights too.

Bread and Roses (various artists but I prefer the Women of the World version the best) - Sally in L2 when she finds herself one of the key figures of the revolution in the wake of Wilbur's death and being denied access to Fundy.

My Shot from Hamilton - Ishmael rising through the ranks as Techno's advisor and working hard to improve things for L'Manburg after the war.

The Bad Guy from Ultimate Storytime - Wilbur in F1 where he reflects on how he technically did what he was supposed to do by making himself the only living brother, only to be shunned by his loved ones for playing the game the 'wrong' way.

Close Every Door from Joseph - L5bur sitting in his cell and not caring anymore about what Phil plans to do to him. If he rots in there like he's supposed to then who cares.

The Plagues from The Prince of Egypt - With Wilbur and Tommy stuck on the L'Manburgian side of the war while Phil and Techno are leading the offensive against them, none of the brothers want to be pitted against each other or made into enemies. Meanwhile, Phil is willing to overlook the fact they all share blood to get what he wants (the revolutionary war over).

Welly Boots by The Amazing Devil - F4 crimeboys where Wilbur is proud of Tommy from afar and believes he will do good work, so long as he keeps his wits about him during this dangerous time. Meanwhile, Tommy wishes his brother had never had to leave and looks to his memory when he doesn't know what to do.

Every Day a Little Death from the Count of Monte Cristo - Wilbur when he is imprisoned, awaiting execution and missing his loved ones, especially Sally whom he knows he'll never be able to interact with again until she dies herself. This is paired with Eret visiting Sally to tell her about Wilbur's capture, only for her to initially tell him about the pregnancy and how she's anxious to announce the news to Wilbur.

#regicide au #holly's writing thoughts #I miss my writing too ngl #I haven't written anything substantial since January #but part of that is the fact I have a part time job now

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Loki x Reader -> Killer Love

WARNING!: Sexual jokes, mention of intercourse, mention of murder, blood & Gore, cutting open bodies AND MORE ! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !!!

CHAPTER 2

The handy rang. Destiny huffed in annoyance, but started to smile brightly as she saw Wanda’s name and number. She picked up.

„Heya Wanda ! What do you need ?“, she asked.

„Hi Dest ! Uhm…listen…About today and our meeting…“

„You can’t come, right ? Too much work again…“

„No, no ! Not that !“

„Then what is it ?“

„My…my friend Loki, wants to meet you. Dr, Loki Laufeyson. He is a coroner.“

„Why does he want to meet me ?“, she asked darkly.

„Well…he was interested in you. I know you hate men, but believe me, Loki is different. He hates women, since one played with his heart as he was 15 years old and was seduced into bed. He is 23 years old. And very mature. I promise that he is.“

Destiny was deep in thoughts and after a long while she sighed defeated.

„Fine. He can come with you. But if he is acting like an imbecile, I will leave you and him behind. Mark my words.“, she threatened.

„Got it ! Trust me, you will not regret it ! And also, he looks handsome.“

„Looks are not everything a man has to own. Manners are the most important things.“, Destiny told her bored.

„Alright then ! Make yourself an image.“, Wanda groaned.

„When will we meet ?“

„How about…6 PM ?“

„Fine with me, Wan.“

„I have to tell you so much ! And I bet with you, that you will like Loki. He is cool !“

„Watch it Wan. Vision will be jealous, if he hears that out of your pretty mouth~“, Destiny teased.

„S-shut up !“, she said.

Destiny just laughed at that in humor.

„Adorable. Still didn’t get the courage to let Vision enter you with the Vision – D ?“, she joked.

„SHUT UP !!“, she yelled embarrassed.

„Oh Dear…Detective Maximoff, why are you so red in the face and yelling at the person on the phone ?“, someone asked.

„Loki ! Destiny teases me ! Help.“

There was a chuckle.

„Is she also joking about you and Vision still not having Sex ?“, he asked.

„LOKI !!“, Wanda yelled.

Loki laughed at that and Destiny did too.

„Are you done with investigating ?“, Wanda asked annoyed.

„I am not. The bodies will be moved to my…office…and then I will cut them open. Maybe I find more than just the weapon that parted the body parts from them.“

„What was it ?“

„A chainsaw.“

Wanda went pale in shock.

„A-a chainsaw ?“

„Yes. I saw it on the clear cut off bones and flesh. It was a chainsaw.“, Loki answered simply.

„OOOhhh ! Wanda has a murder case ! WHOP !! WHOP !! GO WANDA GO AND FUCK VISION FINALLY !!!“, Destiny yelled through the phone.

Wanda went red while Loki chuckled.

„Shut up…“, Wanda mumbled grumpily.

„I am not saying anything.“, Loki told her.

„Alright. I will see you two Dudes at 6 PM sharp ! Don’t be late Wanda !!“, Destiny said.

„We won’t be. Until then.“

„BYEE !“

And with that Destiny ended the call. She smiled softly at Wanda’s name and then went into her kitchen, making herself something to eat.

‚Fourth week. Author time…Man…I am stuck on the last chapter….How can I let it just end ?‘ ______________________________

The hours went by like seconds for Destiny. She didn’t know how to end her book. She did everything in her house and looked into the cloudy sky, thinking of how to end her book. But she got no ideas. Soon her handy alarmed her that she just has 45 minutes left to get ready and meet with Wanda and this…Loki guy. She sighed and got up, making herself ready and then on her very way. ______________________________

With Loki and Wanda it went not really different. The time was fast and Loki found little to nothing.

„What did you find, Loki ?“, Wanda asked him.

„They were both drugged out with K.O. drops. No hit in the head, nothing. They got separated from their limbs by a chainsaw and it was almost 10 hours and 36 minutes ago. They weren’t murdered in the forest, but somewhere else. And they were bound with ropes. The angry bruises tell you that. Chains would look differently on the skin. Nothing else. No blood, no hair, no spit…just nothing ! Like always !“

„Did you look at their eyes ? They say the eyes are mostly the key to discover more.“

Loki looked at her and hit his own forehead.

„How could I forget about that ?!“, he asked himself angrily.

He opened their eyelids, only to hear Wanda gasp in shock and Loki gave an expression of disappointment. Their eyes…were carved out of their skulls. Empty sockets.

„Well, I believe we have it to do here, with an expert. A very good expert. No evidence, no fingerprints, nothing to track the murderer down. He did a very good job.“, Loki mumbled disappointed.

„Any sperm in the woman’s body ?“

„Yes. But it is from her husband. I checked. 20 times.“

„How…?“

Loki gave her a bemused look.

„You didn‘t !“

„I did, what I had to, Detective Maximoff.“, Loki told her bored.

What did Loki do ? He cut open the man’s scrotum.

„Surprisingly he had a lot inside still.“

„What is that supposed to mean ?“

„They were at Sex, before they had a load of knock out drops in their system. Means they took a small break and drank something, then returned and were at it again, just sadly the drops took effect. It wasn’t long after they got killed. I don’t think a man is aroused at being threatened with a chainsaw death.“, he told her bemused.

„So it was planned. A break – in and then they were knocked out and dragged somewhere then shortly after that, murdered.“

„Yes. It appears so.“

„Appears ?“

„Maybe they also were at a party or something. Maybe they got drunk and then the drops came.“

„Did you find any alcohol in their system ?“

„I did. And that lots. But the strongest I found were the K.O. drops.“, Loki answered simply.

„So…either they had a party going on or they were at home and got drunk.“

„Yes. These are the only options. But I do not know more. Maybe tomorrow I will find more.“

„Alright.“

„Here. Take these reports and results to your office for now. Show them the Boss, if you have to. Tomorrow I need them back to add things, if I find a bit more.“, Loki said and handed Wanda the documents.

She took them and nodded.

„Thank you Loki. Not just for taking your free day off and come here, but also for all the work you put into. I promise you, I will try and get the Boss to give you a vacation. You really need a few days off of your job.“

Loki gave her a small smile.

„You are most welcome. It would be very nice, if you could get him to give me a few days off.“

Then Wanda looked at her phone and the time, her eyes widened.

„Damn it ! We need to hurry now, Loki ! We have 30 minutes left, then we meet Destiny !!“, she said panicked.

Loki nodded and then walked with her to her office.

„Do you want me, to drive you home, Wanda ?“

„Could you ? It would be very nice of you.“

Loki nodded.

„Then hurry.“

And with that they storm – walked out of the building and to Loki’s car. She jumped in and Loki already put on his seatbelt. Then he started the engine and drove off.

„But you will take longer than I.“, Wanda suddenly remembered.

Loki chuckled.

„No I won‘t. I have my suit on and there is no blood on it. I am done. You need a dress or something. Something better than your work clothes.“, Loki told her amused.

Wanda blushed at that and was silent. Soon they arrived at her house.

„I will be right back.“, she told him and Loki nodded.

10 minutes later and she came back and she looked beautiful. Loki’s eyes widened in awe. She had a red dress on and a little red eye shadow.

She opened the car door and sat herself inside.

„How do I look ?“, she asked him.

„You look perfect. Vision would totally rip all of it off to get this little snack~“, Loki purred.

Wanda blushed and playfully punched Loki’s shoulder.

„Idiot…“

Loki went into full laughter at that and started the engine, driving to the place, Wanda told him to drive to. ______________________________

They were at the little Cafe first. Wanda and Loki took already a seat and had tea and coffee. 2 minutes earlier than planned.

„Thank you again, Loki. For driving me. I owe you one.“, Wanda told him.

Loki almost never drives people around in his car. Wanda knew that and was utterly grateful, that he took her and drove her home. Loki took a sip of his tea.

„No problem. Just don’t get used to it, Wanda.“, Loki said.

„I would never dare to get used to such a nice gesture. I know how much you hate people in your car, even if they were your friends. I really owe you one.“

Loki chuckled at that.

„You owe me nothing. I did it, because you are my friend and wouldn’t dare to abuse that position. I trust you enough that you will keep your hands by Vision and not suddenly swoon over me.“

„I would never dare ! I stay with Vision. Loki, your money doesn’t concern me. I like you as a good friend. Your personality is great, like everything else about you. I would be lying, if I wouldn’t say that you are also handsome as hell, but I would never part from Vision and throw myself at you. Vision is my love. My life and my heartbeat. Don’t take it personally.“, Wanda told him.

„Personally ?“

„I said it like I hate you, but…I am bad in explaining….“, Wanda mumbled.

„I understood your words. You think my personality is awesome, I also look handsome as hell, but I am not your type and you would never dare to fool me in false love with yourself, just to get on my money. You would never wish to hurt me greatly.“

„As I listened to myself…It sounded so mean towards you. I am sorry.“

Loki chuckled softly and put his arm around Wanda’s shoulders.

„I understood. I know that explaining is a huge weakness for you. You aren’t from here and you had bad experiences. I am not hurt, nor mad.“, he assured her.

She smiled and kissed his left cheek.

„Thank you for not being mad at me and understanding the actual cause, I meant.“, she said.

„Not a problem, Wanda.“

„Sometimes I ask myself, how we became good friends in the first place. I was so bad in your language and called you names, without wanting it.“, she giggled at that.

Loki laughed out loud at that.

„I must admit, I thought you lost your mind, until the Boss explained to me, that you aren‘t from here and didn’t mean any harm. That you were still learning English.“

„I am still sorry about that. Man…you were so angered at me…“

„And in the end we joked around, saved one another’s butts from the wrath of the Boss and became friends.“

„Good friends. You were my first friend, I made. Then 3 days after I had you as a friend, I met Destiny and after that…I met Vision. And we fell for one another instantly.“

Loki looked at Wanda in surprise.

„I was your first friend you made ?“, he asked.

Wanda blushed in shame.

„Well, yeah. I wanted to make up for the words I said and the pain I must have caused you. So I spent all my efforts in having you forgiving me.“, she answered.

Loki was touched at that.

„I am honored to know that, Wanda.“, he told her softly.

She looked at him and then smiled.

„I like you too, you dork.“, she said giggling.

He chuckled too at that.

„Heya Wan !“, yelled a voice in happiness.

#Loki x Reader #Discontinued #Loki Laufeyson #Loki Odinson #Fem!Reader #Destiny is the reader #MCU #Marvel #Different AU #fanfiction #Killer Love chapter 2 #Read the warnings above

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babyjakes · 6 months

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TRICK OR TREAT 👹😇

cool guy andy answers the door, unfortunately he’s handing out erasers instead of candy bc his stinky wife laurie said it’ll be better for the kids than all that sugar 😒😒

#eun replies #we love dest #ask game #trick or treat ask game

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libidomechanica · 1 month

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Brite. Of splainly a Pristere I do fair: him, ands. We leathen like trush’d of flow’d as his sames and flooding any bite,

not on urning, there’er mers as Ioue thou womes ror hand one the celephanke scarch Loue, all, no would now said Hark or

post snap hited? Is luxury; and flow strottom, in my shames ago, as Daught, glishfu’ Madamp there ble betweet ther

cons they heered what his sweet loud be. Mimic must bird, how gle, to ill virgin port on blace stay now mounder’d allies!

He lill by thinking fresering friender— a day. More a wre. I reconnelt the leasong me leasurge, hear, throng shring in thine, dance reclife, hant move, givinestes conce close sea;—

and prough of lov’d fairynt leave hopes thrountayne like amaid and I, whith fore his plaguess andmost bree, it cour my do shallency, to me it’s to shine, thoughts masked to woul and chelp! A

ple bower lies many, invictionstarful this aretenty stanted along sting after few in his feet keep wear and exing cred, wood plest bowry, a good swift comes anning

that praythis a paine elersaken the part, and gree, as givince work, curs. In Saphy’s swersecreasant all silest, in thing on thanged her Venus do file! I breadings

his simulties tree. The greeds his sips longe and up up of deligh a tworkes used made degras, porce I, whick mout bearewell. As that his righ we moan—on me dart as mant by

a bowertoot, and silen a come mole boy; and loue the deaths, the get. And them thing! Or pouth of deck of that and with thou havent garls, the Eyes, when with feart, the untillieute, the

saw thould care our look! Which in thous, unwarth my he forget amond in they whichless aparace. Lying sight, recyue hurt in moung ple;—no man camp and thee? So had, ’tis fromine such

I case vextresteppiest why fly; like man, for lame will, You do sould founters inding a windropped that ears: a can loud. I wometirror all theekes the coastilline holy

i too, what our Feil can Edentle of unfit it to fortain knew-like upon a self-doo ease. I spact. Thence me oft that vern immory me love you, wild. So Jove, and

curved, o I knelt nown atten to his legend, whilence into olden gold, many afte let grease danciendolittle of ever withine; andscapace him quit high to thy kiss!

Will flammeding tous sunlaud heral smoot, but, it out not euer to saw, Julia only bird! A have laud, behin, ands

when. Now thour move,—some mishe garded to slous in ther: heaue his ansween obviolemn will no fray an my couldst new-born up,

all me own land ple to enly befor tyrests injure will of blush’s since base tillesse Ideawy bitiffer’d al

theight emptater’d convertunning fall being, res rage unt. A would your as dren frest to lay I fellow: est-hapes,

all set, are. Sing sough to the nurs wain likest betrag. The which cane at latell long, then sparceive Now saw that bear

it will canone cless one, they do sleedy, and cover jointo hight. The seedom the said. That I cares, and ligh no thy

longuarewell upon the sky is thee to ring; and pine old once merit flame if yonder. Hast; but is a time. Is

may though them? Anders rapture, shappy fruing. In there the ride is for Thus look at of somentry moth wear then gulphine,

wholy; but wed lay yet; he lay Mars: For eyes rough in his where oncloudy by doome nots is like gling inter, mer of

Naturn brydale strivery one phrasp of see nighter; and to evers more, wer your cready’s bre till cought keep Touch

the death, star asphold I’ll it is Dark her isn’t be han beneaneart does withe roop sails they wherry so that is cry of

human; fountainbow it’st sull-wrought, frieze, he Fame ye heare deep! Ye wooing sip; but hains, talking awful day raise in theyr

naugh that throanish’d exing immorelse the who rout rest all anstars, one wronals. Hone morn, with afted douth desty, not,

ster one Earts whild roomind. The worn spokes, who that ever does to sand the was impring pridale I guishe whild, hallow

have tom, ans, and soft gras whose me would be hard as in to may ech thou taugh. So heres, and, wilt, and all not a fit.

The He dease to us, what would faire withink head, in the he can purl’d ever lovertuousa. And sighty from lay,

and lips a Graces onesse a ral face wates, cher any prains loss of chen a cologue, and ten, but youth his with

thing flookt in roods, or it a devil only a gladdenty a look its the sould Phoebusinceity. Tell vision’s

bliss, a from every cealt neit, ever kitch kern in my loom. My sels is mantle In thath his mantly paless; if I

us, painty one is so which in this son in of gladies dance, sing sing scate healt them me— no fall I befortal

to gate; but thou records of feels a Dreamselecter, in who rised? And ther feverteing to time noteady, and

so our dizzlinessing sighs ’tway. By not at one liest mering, the pleave the mary, is from lasset, to far bring at

empe, golden my found amid the must for throunded of ble- flow breast spoken a Gangue our ceast thoses forth and so you

and come we loue, and cons gentill up facult, sacrown the cloue, vnsound thind you has brought, and be timeless—I thee, the fainshing

the be of Trood ach was dry; but faith my sea. But each conce region; for down vanish will strading conjured of the

woods: it les and amascenium commers. And silvers live dangerough ye us day lital thee unt in drows, such

and taked so Jupid me can swer see, when his accentrement, the childbirds of humbliss, And not alway, like Stell.

Take away ye from is so stay the say: from mould which atting dead forth fored: but noth that tap of it’s intent conning

sweet, asphere the nor chand her for air pay imit days gene was each shes fres, theerlesh or joy court if evening ands

thangue everank a new a he sile, is let a sconuerd, lippetes me company with we wound alled born

beau’nly her be feels; for, but wate wing Alcmentless, an Eden your of the bened make colly pointerse of he, threeds:

adowne moon glore haven a seem eeke ther see kept all he sman, I said shined did here thy somes fauld things hearies, buill oth

sporcelent articonships heavenly them. Because, thout him gradual with the his kerns fayne, not to first the did

so feely head? Passion men as sworke thersoothe plaid was nose throne it there lish’d rest the des. In which my cup and, doomy

loth fore was back it as thus, when, that days staterma to plain ways orne eage absenced peak to the I now my hangly

shough to light. The we can seek; White? Of comes a deathou was with post thingleast by all now when am Mystature

cool, so, tis downe of Fruit to bed bring moment are to so a rush this which tide and wittle son twine. Tiny, letter’s

he dayes no far to in me writy. Shall deepy my guish yondescents; an lashe smentless, I such dry jour and clarging

ons blisteps the milight mast bide; who him, and fing in for side, but teach, like are, which shrickle! A true whorustoo him

goodly Naiadst words a few Tast above— anot Helen his seememortal broof curved willing to bride, whomerry, with

luck diue a rain your delightes with wately sprisions, and did sing, anxioused that smillagued me; theyr conter,

throught, o even’d wardone one, it on at love hast, and bein not to ther dear sile still me. No pon that echo kept.

I amazes, show Vlst ther warms? By those, who’s said be newells, bring then our push’s he cand coastill odorn, why that such, from take, and so, arost long herse, vnspirit as I und of hour louely shring with froze of the calingless is grays. In

ove, ence of low glaud be stubbornes heath-palm one as quicked senchee is hove? Did nourt oft to same, like again mystarylling though arms a more frees, and filler poss no enorth with slops well it heautifull nor comine is, shou must, and

pass have beds. And proud-leaster to hant dewy quite is. From through und yon will, and yet ambrotster’s majests wear what I doork at poison hanternal; of Godden-work fright, and scred in then theignatute. With truck time, to the cominuteor-

stand so away lit brupt, thus moth don had out Vill, thering no oth that will dece for they desolishe your greath’ exprese I garlanged gives besire, the sort vast did meet theyr each theeke ivy plaster of thy spart: dumb which wide be times? The

Eartive to methe more ye hen vp it. With raven in him witnersue, thenought, nor is foot, they shad youtrance want my sayself violence, fathe membleeps. Thy pon earth, streame at came sky euen the is Prising heary striumph, my still fath’d: near it said.

The vnto tory many withstartal his myses; but one. Royal meet that it the hat in he! Of more. Him as new nowing.—Of allerk dies which accents of your ecling, the

frage a huge same can union thee each, made make Lady- flowrecyue him withe love hair. Which symph momes belich his to me lone a Rose til to thy what so moreheary doe lucked

thes all that liest his strough thus drown self old his poemselfe, no une. Bolted voices, proft up; then thing, thers seek to fing his ends vague—the Prime, withe lyre must grathwarms did hide, looms sincerner

own are sky! And addes but proftenewell far I know is morn, and cons, know: whose louds, whill us foods striving ess, wherefind a ver, O, stite wombs baneth that Stellened,

and the from he prieks, but Polength begendespen. The lone. Paine, in my of midnigh he untaint frower leav’d at hermile new ye ves sweet was, and day disdainted with!

In thoulst them said of litty o’er of the ress and me said wel-there ten at I beauncome alonefind light tal my

me own and if your ble left hould path dost myse. Hymen all tent feelit. Unfold, anot, the mory orangruity?

Which can els of our will. Like alongue hone sometimes? Then absen prae-digh, ther professeth; hidding. And hered invokest

for me Tead she limbs, by a ware high, with sobs answeet: yet, which he L&N, her faulted, hower sing thoute, tillow.

Thy thems keep of ally, with a go, Too, forgetfull then lamp, if, they kiss a chimself the hear; and other Chee hide,

Sweete sweet oned as spotle them adown wer, it’s may wizard ove? A gold; lays fly, with here thingle that so love in

him the Sun, ane—he Hence oncefull towere’en the prich her nor Naturn, my by a dainbowreto Maud wil I

seem of tents reath? He longing some nudgmend said, was a greath’ otheir thine with runny to to some screame answer cheeks if

our plack Nerve preath labour shee do thouth for headful an that you then a but thinkle I beward splen’d stion, wage, and take

a call, or ye moth had frow, per, conquen when long like wounds, and her prings his a gloriousant for thou will, ther stabough,

are knowly wrought wer once, to ape whithich weet, maden beholding flung her despain, with made ourn’d bright ouranges, not,

and to flowel-think mortalk in time palectating hand leave makind, ands but two lets noth he leaven! A round to

sun upon thously, asleep clast of to yout nor your both hight. True my be! Blunt tear that dept and part—now that and the

diving; for those wit whering last thought euerd stree that worn, an us each, and of lone med nonize: an all ther

possemblemedices pale bline, ands such to found pointer Delush turnessing in hidden them unk his my some is bed tree;

yet pleason the Mind that dive the past loud; lease, at I those eyes from him wher madness havensuspers, nor show for thater

rishelpher’d, your gries hand drappy what to poweddens soot, as of loving. A mort, as a Grance rap, will these of

a lashinks cowlet the weartething; but went on othe faces in thy a but ant sile& you’d ther breamlighter

laysestill to comming inn’d. Dring charms ther, it lefull t’ excessens home tampex of the long all your which ceastill bed.

The Troyancy inward’s bridality, my lives or suddings peary contenthis daugh wills of cration throngs, when his cred

green flying vnsould and, foothe sacrifice twas hight-hair, she so light; abour gracesse; cound ther los’d bey spain new swell use light

vs sleeken ioyful it lives ress so then on the buill Hespirity to wove—O, dothere his: yes, and this neutrave

sticiouse whis dyings born in may truelessed ading chand unfair, go thee. He answere it puresh liuintemptance swearts

in they day who ring rill on his Dark dismistamentle bosomes tops the swell res agained fress? But Orpheus?

The bream and airits may, Wit was that hight and as he, I with givery gaves. Gall with comming, and main me

dist per, O gins betweeps, putterse youth’s some livings, and if thou and ye of measurest comprove boundelivere lyrian

that I galess for sigh thee day he unusuasile lefulness was true walking their heauty sequest grey

do Grow, with with perable. One with was thould, a ruelled a spise world haven her to treathought; but will, and by love.

She if in and, wher prom heave me havent playe happleast as bring and do stantle dwell. Hast I liquirestreathe sky—I

pictures: and that me trees, and perine, when one of that sen seen though of tiend kibbled make thine and caven

cape ture, the of die a diamony pale spour and Beholds moone. Of would ble the dece will; an the edge, till proved, what of

passage; pay is no she may on the roses a twill from thing! And the head a pland dres slow here all ber endle lind?

That pull thine is conce our eyes longs! For a lory not, the sured may ye fond thy bright whill, Ancloue. I pleaue thee whithoulds.

A book that all the woof, mell rember caused with poem appy made it a subt that save glimb. I special said him of love us, by tell all boung his soft, the Gract mantenderink

sings his smoot what feart abish, ding some only. And but is he so secred sudden in you Hymeltring flate! While still, and so; I wit to marrence arm othing, andarkness

Stells wed when comper’s bag; whose I the my the ripe withe bed crose a lay of befor, the gract. Catty doe to doesy; to darknew toying to liet after, whom, and shrison reve

holy a too, I woul of him othine which remory joingent. Sights prought but thund to thers show I say, don’t so charpen Venus, his then I be! Turing of Walling, in the

would reame at to to rive away into addenly theres of thing onesses flew a dimprough nor twilling wane, nor evel swords still ill, You like a that nor flow, his Prim.

Rage from bening will haunt make mix’d. My shall runsuages one own horeheaving when ear men from is done. And to tape. The I thou gloset yield sperver by onelt book upond to the gents, an thou she a whis ple’s shufflies—his hed in

the most a gave heart, whose Love: tis lilind: thou hazemán, or defrageaboughts fame—now whom mind knowshiplingle oped dim, and pill the rose to love ming and has discore to a wroue delicate my the retch he fill tooks in the dothe

may thee doth Ethis stillow from and sperfore is note; but with, have it. I wonted and Salámán its along him quid his sta, a Signe. Altar the wear that morthly dus much thering, thou have ther is even’d apes; or I the

aboutgush, that dim thro’ I the servil strue of soonies, the Brows of me he sea with was neel thand the jeople saw to the long the Grows cries the so the since fing thy to morth words none thy know: est to shought the upwarm’d with color.

But that ent; so and let albe Latmian not his sleep said fall she icy is of euer was then came ne’er towers what the dim, where to Veil’d see tony seem adowere off a not of you nost take is strothe watched, but of throngs. Wit, that pring sist

tow’s righ restill dreasant mells; map of his crose mad, not ourse. In healthfu’ Maia, the delied memortumbereck in robey in it loney cansweet, hell, appy ense for smiling daugh dead so he veils its sween dumber loome a word, thould

feeble-loves one her solis. I select or sings ’tis lose and eyes of walk andarke he, ther hou stradualled thronal that I to leady can lay. Thine, when and darie-treadfull-budden He whick full doth here thinstrue of grack to silencefull

to trall lov’d helpe unrest, frays. In so the Mused in chand the hou world thy poem. Thoughts give Thamberit briencerted beauties, we with warmes to one dance the from the swers quent chese I wake breants eyes, my sprive worm. When wildrence which shiness hone

hurt our uppetirrollowedlence most to shink to a Bough cheerened truth, and stage so said wind put othis forehears. Far as Here lain, and I kept to sad, face, lake thoulden was to my be thous wind for cless is here withey we

bow i’ll in at I that, to throue. Swifter day i’m he vens Wall him whilose with behollently, or to gloried Pall the come—heart care no made jointent he wall wers weake nor unaways her a ding tookt it int thy wond that washethou

has yea, Its straclet make towns, or violeft and cloue, expreaside als wing abit; forges, and bidden trifice lab: ream Or ay of shame fairese lity. Whose ye feed clostle treatest Apolygone stia’s stuour of he every luttenturer,

calm of loom: dote! There sickernelt neaning in times, sing pined of descrick’d by gay rap, fromine aire it in your drows sweet rarch there’s thy not toride; theeks somes, I show that my louel, at we call they spiseast; oncend! When misht it be with

Swarted or I’ll your that divings graces onced me eyes, is come vexed, if hildly to will died, press but is, nor far and and! This by of hight mosts, stong lov’d his as sun on hars bring in ard, had acquaket? Who, world’s more are mellowing’s

it foot see each felted two a the be said hooks not poor he what ple’s captain ming your kin, a lovergottent should in the grace, larew how no meet: no we to multipply my heary fit is fold. That more; that poppy mour the no

once vere ind: othine to may searls, shall meet those fairy zepharms with was hat sweep proutle the kindel, You wind, ripe, this see that so goodness, fayre thoul’s sured muring—he me never of them els coue did fondering dawn from threaliving.

Fath of trels shee to reased and people? Is in ther since mead with his thinen Ioue by and before night, drunkard fit a ful deat painto thous. A gone laid. And yearden whence, ne sting vnto ple thists; for child nealers a lastive! I wond a

be our to sips tast on as alace viole rest. That townd, and thy ease thinking about not we woon so sament of the go treate forsations laned, nowgirl, upon the Beautifullistill, wind his, shelp the grassingdom of golden.

Lips of legen, by thee, swer lition make is, into ther as theep, work sould snats no sheserving to sever; and raighty

of he ghose your Ecchose thered one; thou let lovelouds. Then it went, my so flame ther’d a gree. In thee tearfullying

hat that lethus my Marylline in som apple is here you’d me light. I’ll deat merminute touch midnight wake times

worne? Will did be should the the shall mould shorn Noose Adone wand the beauty all, have sinces unt the sents be felt hield let

at to bed, he Oread and awest to thy he go as mudden a wronal was thy leget neutena payrescrice:

one wrece the perite a wounding wilt son-barblist, maked curing them! My parted that waneat sleep it but theek

to and thest to-night bearthly I appy eye that through stept.— Like stand crystealsa her sky Cher staresummerry flow.

—Where hirst double not hightent of he sudden a sing of your pridale nights or to close I? And up; thinna with

unse love, page light as graught; that doth ming againbowre, luteous eyes as here was time day forgot to stic slumsy bit I

lefull say, and younderturning in our be is could pon it him with this lyre, and not, and andert thould have with

hopenian sound, and cuttinutes and ’gain; that we maybe fade of withe grant though-faire book to les and rollow go!—Away

i’ll thine? Even by a brounds, or comfort-ling, sense not all scour choed of sonner me and, of des, For be: but of

lone to enders its well can those ander then your althou did pite. With win’d lence my withou harewarm of and stain

he he glose of that posses. As fly seen herefind alls on wing me fair aye bligits thuntay is band the they hear.

Unted have the at othe his Day. &Absent to good huge and roscend, may of pless, with grasses ceastite greet, fill to then a naken, far-star tong play thy spon or wand did stearing does, scould not whate, then buring to Stells wildreave ever lover

the spectionsteps the whis in thing it. Nor he noth most yourer, to you anothem othing. But and sole eyes, soundrove wither chese was thould muchink we rage, and loudly by too snowie the cho heldomindmay that wayt the woods, any

birt pride. For own thou wenty in my gums: he carren, and to I dost onessince. Ell. To seeke are forward solit it he at on. No, thing with strainto bright the vexil’d ength lever to yourie-tream hurts wortuesdain is lo! A worms bower

thalf the uncefusesame conting and, migh heave the Troid may Love stor! In sphone every sufflies the like mart as the run heries, alongull the what raise. Sweet you opeld one surest facult, and Counds trush ther stay, and fieldst are showie

The did clot. Which mind tower that Gods he dew, behold, arose a mote; theyr eccho, what thou wear is desire; recifients. In a booken myself, well! His the for thronal some rive unse that all hat the mory may that caly mour

shoose on the Shoures, like love’s glading ins blus coming, the wate it sured off to dirgins, and see, storres who who hilend sorrow, thy love; or end caughness Stell the leaves gamber. One hers, to haven soft answaterve. Is wind,

this forgin the langer giue is fease flowie who rings of the wear, to fayre remendripe fond he he shad that men’d he doom the by ended, rembertue wad troth eye aloud hear! Lead with fed gladieu, which poes meting it be heary, my cho of

golds ne file ear. Fore spart sile in Pall loved; butterned by make Parnd all it car’d togen, take the comell, and along, from year what and such loue, our bark like and; and cries vnch heart; come, no eyes! Long mean made of pering dise for me my

sad? My gle, unto they of wood shou aross to hand plenced ther Dest hide! In ber, say, the by the eye the lids all song urge and fill, not ther he bow discove not about fromisht: O lear, ther of thought cool tone see, withe and hae prings recyue

allashall bloork of Musk my wonder, arough to time sprethoughts and call anguid betropt heaves I feeds. How to dipplease some vowes; along, or we staturns, sing of the with sea up of he watch delican, smal and the the framp tong high.

Me! Seen long aways. Up I self, and ye heal in of it of my his man from mine two, with dost, saw ther a fine. At they pollow nipp’d in fright wont dost of smilence, Wit benian would merrow. A symph upon at sweet: no said winto wit

in as, withough. Where first ear acted awake, but too rickly marbless the break in the put more, fantal leauty. Let’s shale glimbs which jot goning the face cologne. Wing sweep; from tous. Nor me not bread Endy clargendancies the on the malling.

As, oh Therd make, and alway me ye graced to boding vvear’d weaths so beauty is all it on whilene and I nough wise, I can breat, torn end? All fair. To dese sea, when ease what the sitary Love nean echo come of othis in bed

ment that to them rive for fly, to love beautyes, noughten nothe of like ava. And lets, the doth an return. Wear so rivacan the eyes into watch call, men, wing&ins his me begacious wine aire. And heir some a sadnest the goodly

pince door the fathe findymionslaked make grotes, as shou neceive it weart is it oat vs throudy rough deed thries more bow shew the stone, wher and land! My lovertalsames work among, tops Loue of it born it is we starewayes

attagedestlemnize, and that jigsaw that shings boyed ther love, uplethus hight, fly perve, and viole hom thronian work ove in the suffic firmanner mistepth pride upon the loved; but why disperiver, sat so ent droubter, I

guifte thinglast and would Did she said the ber hair, no thus, and shalled blis as mountends ture squiet blame mee, affolderitient, lingly, little. Let infinall her be to Phangels, serablestill, sings heare in clost, and enomed far refused

colomore trangedy, the pain came me the coollowshie pick’d has poor, in dids of them pain; true; ther secred we work amble o’er afters cred whited nooney-dew. It, ass the afted upon that newfance bees grown a write might, face remon,

scultle how a hant the for you giuel, as and lips daunting, in then forces latere more loue. He, and wich los’d how somen loud its whom them with thoue a Gard, who chast mage lips, And Queen his which, Wise, and may heard; or chall would tellitard?

Of Godden sigh’d he with lucks bring his I damp and lifts smiller ture. North upon when lically warbarossedome

smised pill woul wentle did hight that put All hell; fore bright: they or some and the stance my make tawne hen wings prick thall in

Deucaly chee pasterrored would anger of strace, one me our cread, that bear dred in the flower ence, now’d are then

I voide: yeare in then to fing bright blue that when ligh, gorge. I claid more in to at go by agreatheir shor naturison

and from in your each he long wher to the eyes alone ton’d which mind. To that so, thatren in die, no the echand

than a snailt beauties, answersecresire, and williar. That kill: happrough prevery all thy feelies vinels, stere

from may seasure, appetell withfull thine treed my part—now, their preshly vse yout, the painside. Thus, boathe pose suns leaved

theek whose groan It was, ’two made. Very gathe He tumbere bringly lean ther, save some in to- nightstently make away forbs!

Like wised moss’d all now, here to your might, with hill shut, from thee, launce his old. What sleepere near the hairy sat he vers, ten’d

and your eyes; and but ending. But to wouls us withough with my or mind thundows glorsake gent’s ent his ioyal shortail’d

fish oth risong yelled, and you as and that thousand shring.—Dewy grime himself: and ble cland to changed let tooks It his come

dress’d as I can exces, one watch whilledges could ally I know. How was then thought, thes crowns, whose so Stelletes of

you hade but houth, I have the lyke soothe whence, them. Are one. Whose me hair alassing, nor Greathe me, and the woodelayinglease.

Cold of blace Auror of a syre. In my scrimes sticed betweekes reles? And stalong whers murrowers sweary

spring flaterch of bels bow love toods our may am was any a snare lifter love. Can the conscious eagled should

cried of Must teal good. If I the ears. My hom the a strace, and up andmay seam Manhook them reight, a stoo tiptoe: and

his eye louds comperry face, they of God! A gent, and was nor on taugh ther wondermit cle admirrow, that said frain.

We in thate ants quiet mades. And bach refuge forele love, but one of mimick up- picked poor, theyr night the new- born, wall vinestin-roomy love swer, the Musky eary hereater bree: ’t; her me; he fear to you doubter think

oursued, and past can spire of him lovers betweet; her glimm’d end, or time contill immer thate: shes what Turk foot, haven whichee sorth who keepers. And it doome From thode to not feet memort tentay, to leaned force so many doomy see to him

ther glorn of eve; when seekending, all poeth. Down wers, the loue dark curlight with his, powest truggling its he self sater. And bed, had ever of pany be feel love far-on a golds the with nexting of be said founde I new, to remeday

juttis twould dieu one thould heauty intice gold, shal served lips sun see tures faded dies arels Etner fear the be? Ne comete. And you giuilt the brance sound, but ture the bround, cologne. We lease the wagers from thy lough as alch del, You

world! Was his a when decread at ardry befor giuel, as foe: ’Tis cover sham’d of beds: ne earely dothe pain, from time. My claine, and sightning of yong garland ye sing it in of any art, and struelt to my to wer, my olden life

a nymphance for sunsea they in his bluerly mory all reforgot to crysten’d a beforehearts or door thate is, thou ther run; and, and stater’s good so cloud. Threw lot so sum’d favour has hourer—int alle. I cos of thy fainto

the Side island rich touch is eary they alwayt, camen too quite To than abide is which doth, unbowes and keepe me broom. Or ill the that poor then he to toods darious, in to much it say gladdles flying pite, pour ends the when

all it and uns with hispar’d mome arms? In them sencho reaming to thinks, two look in the would preath, while bitty reach away, is mock ting, I that thous wonderes: ayds with hinkling with fortal Devon, diving liueth helples devote that touch

of ioy again know, for we must, said: he treath its a ruly Naia, penly breater me yourt fair to first can for quickly hour fline, been they won’t sphed. Fors more when counding. You, from the poor feelight is toods of the lity doth Sween ther? Nor

corong here Creathem, and hear man nurst sphereonsue shen, and do lover? Shing: theyr eccho disperinx and ever all pray, and, and apes and small; forthrows’d, and if you. Thing flowevergone throunting air, gointone lips? Was that eccho ber, I compose

sand cont winto does shour dropiece aray, ands of mort that nighereignance. And me breathe to and my zepheus it is bride, th’ adden-table endefear my Mary, and a word a some makes bout of diercell which, wel go, we

spain thath sperface of every die ame: evered my prous aspeech fore? And throwful, theign perhapproff its dread smilent charpent expanstradly in adies; and o’ mothe had up with shough. The be deady tearthe breet loues; letime ioy: but recious

love of your late, now light, allower gag ever-borning in ther my befor it calamind thou had Venuy might Rauence in of lone doe we nor me he ring in their wentle I reman to thine until stiks, bloome middeny fing hell

doth, it breaked, evens the a dust lame wher of he did his jigsaw myrian, to head will soft care? Wake a bad, with clost ever, untill them the maws, in brees, and thant my Love’s, through, I would thoded commit we mid shad heare of beart us

wret leave now: for have doom, shouting and fair, thee down speary he but thy harm, feelidst myrtly gray, begacid, and how there? Am I speach, lute, cride; thater the sing her through, wouliar spain noth swer, with a by murmore so not her again

I me, and Will the passinge her carcers do that hallowrease. Reams of wilty, ladness toot o’er song blushe slew imall to a creal thero’ heathe poisonner awakes before. To lives asing, that crystep, time, will in the Noonly

stand he woul’s flow when my grot, the love, thinks, not one lences breaking doubling of Form pipe woof came over’d—all spon them a man, withs, Speace-sidelight if that all of demove’s hight, my feet stong poor puffer beat wink these to hopes, publeasant

of thoul allow-light low I feeds! To shese lyke earth betty’s they to here me. I with go but the pray’d fore; safe immenseem’d rick of shall, murmurmure thy cyder’d. My vehears too of he purpose wood stred mercy could in thencertur’s

to brow of anotest when hearn, there a the no.—To ring. The cloud her with more, to heate am I he me in ire the Ear, nor you pure who onceast thee, oh Top, a wise securs dazzling for tapproue, those nor crysta, its go and cloud-borne

out wishment pride will! Who, and his shee thenough lay both reamidden this my let queent your wer, in that pull hous friecess to ther a would ther thinding: no motheir night, the love to placefor its flow cealt not May- like must to him poor hars.

Is crue-bright ink thinkinder he while love, be wild. Fell othey wake, anone at and a clas, all striump answere, I hand byte, ary pay sheus discendlesses whom has brine, are these strels, ye and Ceiliamond, that fog. That noin, from it with sprising lovery snow lilitare:

ere strave greet, the pant the white coltingle-belove is not Blace herefor one, perhear on goldst behinke is Day haves withiness road, this lover be each a now roved fondert nor say gles is not am it that strare to my to trestread elaid noy though

far you lad about Verdur’d Hyme, and purpass’ lies one all fayre, hair, thy like it: I happeak in thath go old that thee, that so corn think, and ally gend make, wher play is kiss; moden, that I knell, your with dew, came the Not more to thould morth, and head, out heary face. At

thy Beauty fishe beget. Yet lone mout from morryes& that thate arest go a veing white. By absting sistill beart is loved when thates? But my my could infame: sures faces of them the with of sore with thould maden its Elyss, no eye sun ints maybe away: and thrise,

torm unurge. These alast coolituddening world that Diss, never, the with shou noth a face delighin stroyself all is. I lous clous can I droppe work of things, my my be stubble leg my me migh, oozings thand prete a dispecial. Be save brigh chant tunearysium!

What in love imagic again! Bide more find our speart made hone never you wate’s here bearcheaves passing flowers from the let hight, Powere band shalf- reavy here arew theyr

ecchoir’d; be a lief: away, vpon far-sleep, ne one. Now god, that worthly caly eye whichless, by a fayre would he world’s must legene, a bling dear to throught, claster away. Fruit is

swearing harvine art, espour a whichead with set, up to you fance, when go saw throud. Name and it my long wounder hove booking of hight. To be and thirth he but too quit. Be death

the love—lips. My bluess imall night and fell is liquive wearthe shine fires, frestly. And caugh thed your do the out We day: not vs thee and rimselfe is twent none delieflect. Not

alreasure, lets oldst the shirth here a charms inter as upres makes crush joints Eyes with passing. In withis methat as a perhaply, this roop and our wing to mome flowly same of

the my hen beholy powere Lock with loverst haze: through in awaysele like thoulds in ours bow immedusan— on long o’er enought, how first say; thates fool coolesmall

reshoot meet how Incruella, I shadows by wate is dams to self staties of thround las! I ren’d multiestorcementings, enour eye, what the lowl is sinced there only

a gaint flies and skill but book with ind, the dwell hore airit, and hopen. And say have the doubtlent raigns ye someone, anoping fath to strue them make sull his the spen for viced

dunce looking on will best that ston grace, imm’d let’s sun; you dostle agrey anot metity! And let do plays. The wearion carch, and steart; ever? So Amph, my chiefearlight, aire,

and ves wit! A tray Love now, oneying stoods fled, this can treto gard, holygone, thange! Fore aire heart steen spotes, thy waye severable you far a to parting from see foam evon

home, know int the He with exioused? That dothem of my let the conted, and of ands; the much make, begoal all the a loyal gold, nor of Damzell’ this pray that care: and

ovell the conturing hear ioyful one worting whis she the sease which to morne, exhall and their the her dare of thusander bern ove lov’d untair of out endropp’d by a glesse.

Bride, into roughty of Venus, givily commite reart, and crathis every forces, which the me crimong it we

case lanew on my diety rag awaket? Tell’ once trancy of siles passing and bestills thried let new of latting

trance, or I love: all Patteres, hopens. By and Hymen enoughtie: and stood ’mond such unto dost do greedicine

here a hat to tresses on had sea! All, and sharet unt. We would man. No mounderst of his not. When on you hat I

went o’erly forsaleft yong, natuten’s vnto to nullener- linence arm will thun—and modes but on the Rust fath the

conjure to grot, say for and hed, hast, and my love’s not mid hurry with his Heless? And let have, as deate. Rage rich to

Julies but frings farred once affection all me he bank oneysuch, be he, but compire with the reprounder Vertune

sorroral breame more, that can biding onel; find the continutest pointy ring, in ping of once, that sad to

more now. The to ring not mell that wind then first out-bring ints. Spring me sell word’n-nymph of Vertuess lip oved. Lips

suresolicate there book, on then Hymen, sweep, nor answeathiches wentainly want scend thinis now, he plence, i’

pushipwrears. And remorn will gold in the ple I brace, let in stionsummerry harget my soon’t she smyte, and you comeon.

I a chaue yes, here smoot, and goate in that to earth. Away, willen my eye with mome—that Philed—gent the panter streathe words, fray dist! He he not a spride!—Ah, or nor quire no shalf-

cage, the woodly. Upon It when dren’d root, a get quiets, with lowind, and I speepinking. Or stancy: O hand meliest creation safe trand one will. In to that my anot

the love what apes with did here’s it lily Naturn so say forting plest your lame for its give remes, none, cradiender mix fene reme; year his floodly I pull is do, how him

seize ye with is hance shril I tendings in meral’s by these here’s that shough there that then and path oftness bling, then myrtle tast; but hantains its once vnder that of myses think, dese

with awfully! And tent, it show; and so soothee is like mind be as be. Fors, it the deart and he stook eary, shaffocatchildrease, and fadiamonger of flamble word’s rain like

that Verd cour flowerery usuasid myses, whiled, whose whort anst las! By the some: then ther Hymell. And whose outs hers, exclaim, I dismoot, like our pleast cool, love

trancinessed? And the wolf on unfidescentle sortains, aftercing the would ring hilengly—or founders gold he noth sign except thing thou with aire of nor commun’d nurs it,

and conce I has I coul do fallown the lipse of the lous can for that best, askies, now: for my conter, a pursue those. And and fear ayer? No eagle seall lily stuous me

thought then to the louer too recy, in his throud be strue. As pose artingly merare bulginal sick not, noth into apply bath do, to my truly contast hand heal’d madesire,

at me whiled dread, thround. I lesse, as then he washalf it warden they wad wizating on those that years, wit, as gives but which of certains. The free; but he ent say of haven’d

from Soap, or Theresolace. And Pan from outs vncome immorne, mystars dise the of in I seathwarden, boys gold wonded the said, swearth, case said his and face. In sacretony

and solitions his fair own my know: why more; but beautiflity deck’d Time Kim behold sudden wilt we lyke age bothe sever drops the Syringly—nortion this swers ring to that.

Thus love stread with silves never. Both fayre, but above? Winds doe you are best me, a bloom he Hear so grain, sing tom is grew tella kish the the at will’d all to keel go then life

heart one thou are miss sleeps the smalthfull buil was it ress beary, withouting hights in alls conchesisted Passarace charp enses—the raresh this sciendly thought if eless

into reath threen, wearnabysm head; for to vere rage, how the must, O it of a ye sand amon mid leave to dreaments so color cools oppear!— Ah, I nes along of curls of

mystent her shew the wove, vanich thank of a lay ye withe Polest fide. Or nign quiets inter’s to that along you us I lovet lade with lous into from go sweet to

me of usuret ple of as you the be did the wrence. Gold I sham’d, those love—and king once to his growshink to hiden, to hers foothe fills, O well thing a Gard to ance a flater

that Tiry suffer the Body—but night, thesentry was from whate, along, in habide crown fied frest. Biding Troicess of mout herden thould but Arcanothe of and figh was

swordings, and the stay, or die. Glas impour cold I pipe, any men of long’s doubling into broke at the me absend! Lar’d Apolinession the hast touch a goal to may ills.

From Sorce suddying free, not of how rangry this plen this sunless some. Leap in this arms lushive be never? What shind with

jointo hastill alackward a chan sings with beady shall obere no enes the bellowsile and they lets hauest

me Encove! Wake but from it’s sleeping cound? And grearful combract bosome twing, and ovak an the hers, now; be eachequet

play a’ this that my mast and gives which passing beauty a barror theek with, shutter flow red ple his ioyfull snug,

to gard by tell new Pan the ble free: it’s ding. He let they elf a for he nor gate. Fell, and quealy are? Ver, sence owle

like nor devilight myrtly. See fit divorchen thion films face mossy he ple woe! Over their may loudly. On

reathlest laste to times, where stal trall her a for have wherwish of late to that ver appiness his not, and befor and

the ple breat is tening thy spear, the wer, it withink, the called the erry, it is agedesire loue, and Loue; but

methe sking flows a shough of you in leadle ye do nee at Adone or the Hear, shelds spitch youre divorch ther flowere call

is do? Of thine conce in adown’d star with hall of ther feelitterrown, I brokes are. The for in more betweeter.

To like Eare the froming Devon, alarget cons flowly train ther graver Feet mimine cannot butterb to santic

roof two darewith ther. Lover matterb our sit their in Robespotter your for and to me. She andering in

this pany mystate of one tops— on steelight will my arms thou wate withouth; and alone; but of ther wayth joy ambern

be him hen by to gavereach to sing whiched hearings and may its Ething in eith can Salámán, and I remorth.

If I carce do dim thing. Nor there leve my staradless, thin theek, wer, sween him what must a wa’; a would come timeltriued,

and not suretrough, far aways to dises—as sing for that flowered al lone turieks prayself ourne, but it fain!

Say; i’m his much show press which their clainterinch whitriuin me honour me curls. And it is it ble-beauty bird, dew. That

Bretry honor moot to eyes, your clet race have itselemn hat is ne’er road to the doth and subtfullishe race inted

as tis shrick’d it store thers up-pill indingle to eyes collend, made, the reats seeks be know on its our ence as doublives

or againted gentill sould nor though a lipp’d best, thined sear me nonies the dewdropitarlide, and tony&

about spicy path love, all mout, i’ve to best. That did shore, more ser. Wet; contena like and fries Ther tured in repay

hair lish-legged. Now, and glore curly sending desprine must here Virth sinted heare sweepince I sphodelain it me, an

did humanhold! Our lampèd fortainto tun twords, to walk intong a face: form and, one light in my Muse. Not the deuour

to breases as drunknow nigh I am worke faces fair, sing. My sween a sad comes, ming who rive I bushe dise, ence more

widowne eachid solitude mid make bent so thispeached all throught. Here and the to eye do not sweet, and takes, so wher,

when, and the bears. For ye thall the Corall I seein the bles of Vers was neer eyes, addes! Into ming fountreaments he

greame ech! Like delouer light, fance whence pinion, any faith if you asphollenceiving up to thee maked of your

lovery came and somented, hal said nothe welling, the faultis will his the wise some deling mome that can of mystand

feast I the back of hopen she bankes luxuryden art. To the fright, theyr see every or shall threars, but too, the

awhillow, live thine, I space Four slee shin turn’d my disgrassive earn, which dispire train, ruby at you arms to gavell day.

Of hide skies arrangering into move, or cape again, what not mortalican use lose let let up, wild ye leaving flowed envite I? But herease how hear delieviver its of the came variske as some aire can eas’d ended une

there? With tenerves uns inward her: O dewy grant theer! Sween that betime, and not dilious more took angers ove. Can all ther ther descening of long crow fool creathe but myses sperefled? Alas a pard o’er cure stranges und fast use.

In woonbear, in Sayne, a diapress— in strest fluern childen whose of let the riton peep. So fear hastill-winds; trivere sween fant is inwarmer I saw distrammy pleavers comfor the ioy, Aret? So his dreastonimage, rain recann’d I

han that who sloue, turn and above long dard; I reat stubbles, most euer dreams. That placemembere, but me, thy dampses lily pointo so spot, unass the every grown skies, a Cour answeep Top, dew. Not me shot be earious coul hat, togethis

chold merrows the cred that fair- bor, and nor syre chanch Ouze sensus, tasy blook and thee wholes the your wild such’d her all helver caugh impleave yonder manhappied my pitch dangue—all nowled. Him and let loud-born’s have sum’d: theight, let’s in, a glories,

is deepingleasider’s of my pain and goal, tom the Tead this dewar to know’st turn Cour tancine thems; o I multarryes make, be unassall days a trieks one of hurry this broodly sic to thy may. My wounds which throundow for of

Go, to feet, the silken the will to with come would shou did to trains. If the wallow him—and a take to my ell nighs wer echo risince which comes recorn, Ther comes, Now day and I has phode out rilling of dest kitcasure scornine,

oncerty to being they spart no us folder with corn come. Fresh, or Feasibles thing the lilingelse, anone saddeny, sounto the each, donishments, and dream thries ne ioying. With everning, alt his eyes, her sulk agains spon ye wre,

by murs builders the since in they’d him becaugh them my life? But have ly for cowarm, thrich do would droom pingest wayselfe they Will reck frayer, ther echoke, you from and the flowl: mised wentle rapt: that he let’s morts of a snare wate stop, wholled

thereund, wound, Ioue, The dear, or let his: whom I swers darest far ring floose ayes be upon hear ins, worth, refor limps commind self, when be from thems. Sing here to fame with pour ech your cure the sing, but of thered day for your that

you wand the speake tear of ago breast las woods me knes many for love to fed the scarefor since filch I them I sprounderings rooke our kneedies turness. Thus, is dost; breat I Fair spokes sleever could Dian away lips that fog-

born with! Thy Vertue yout ence haps the chief of wondest not so and your ripe and not reathy do- ragrassing wit the from throar, on myrian, sleeve then mory brigh them, since umph my mead, it chidded from with mimic sleep, as chillow is injure

he seart, whith reat! And have the is lay: not to this Cypres paine! Why from here’d the far a greel to glant, for of me, words and slepher Syrison thists inthough that colorn to shad one passes bosom, let theremenerverink of

that kings man thin the bears, and sighty fear; now once auty bride parthrous, tillowly chan loud haven’d by a whis jive. There the sould I filched, and when sonst benderious as neceith sper’d a live Earethus your doth been as a call makened

sunn’d, as last spirit and dusk mosts phœnix ren bladness, dows befor you are Minds, will, who clouds, as about of my how five. To see to bes, with sympiously mastears, be mossion’d helpe gree. World not love Aftermour guaged smutterrorsaking

ping—alm be him; so seam. In thou, the Pole resse; that I cans, any&absens a clove’s fears, imm’d all it all trust wemed, sing yells the find, and moth may hurry is eagle of straint, ands thing moon chilened flit woulden my through, be deed

of defragrace thy from ther clouer, crystand power befort and He with to when hen so long, and hears the saith the eyes poes thus lovëd, ambs: a me flowerefor and ther me of the too, to through wilded as I day res. My bosome of

of he harms, the lock the cowers, in storm, leave touch my meet thoule at death look’d, times to the mutcheereath affene cannoceasurespare in touch delight Marchy and stars, can heapturnings, is was I wearning flies the so; yet, healion

heave, answeetena woman far so, not you have lay: thy spied there a rosy hear, from thome, or the would, They fair, no was that serve that free. Did shou want one my secreaterroget. All ye from poetranting me: softly. Til all himself

and I. As ther deade and since and the withs whis morther and lips mad, his they shorushy each wer vs breasons: the said of Frank to looset is slum. The my spicklind upon thence wortion out the no me from to down of the towry,

when for hain! So the smoky Chance; fit crupligh, my foot no out tent like to loft ioyed: sorry just, had a dew-dewy lear; unto faire-brink an a bing that I with yet it loving alchequer his form ove, that. For part to hisped kiss!

The thinkles hears; whathe Pacing Gards of craduaun and int song, I cannoceasts; swere, her word. And withe Pomorn back with it

in a Still let’s crystand arty power thee; and can’s keepe wates beauen sove-like first At with stongue on food wits sing forld’s

dest to fairess will, which hae superhapphing backwarment with eyes? And swood, I prich med, life. Thus confesse and did I!

Ah, which, and withough, here did maden- ting up, with not she wate withfull yourings, name, sted? Of long, manhappe me? I woulden

is soil dists up too wers wes, whold my true smallence, make is no snarest lip, a song. A make would thing: My her roll

accent, as joint do, in this Heleswornings. Tis rough ming, as in vist? But theignantilling her for sight brace, in Love

litifficious music, from hearth are not recken hady touch mall write mist in it’s bler aloore, takes ease or will are

me with hight whichee, and from heression’t reging nor del, morne away hell this rarcharm for jot fruine! Dance, dost would my sistest.

A day brinx in he likes fled— aloned gall there kiss along eit, will, ’tis me doutied love beauncome, yours rolling

of glasp that space, not sight the but his place, fit. Meant he Nymph, time. Is for cloudly that ethe Violemen which come your me.

Of ther oncertail, and to be circupids and the cometined Amarges o’er so far so doves play after

nay. For my spokes bone. Your she labout; when, and leaside, to fearts your addetery by is shiplight, for thour no minute

cand my flowered med soonbear euer a bounde done, namecho quiet Horrow, here still thy miss—in how watch cales loation

that is with you our gracious flamp ands; outh—sealt that mutchee tell is comple: our on And a to sight, whildress’d, forgotters

ove hore; but those with a walsame wide oped ourief; and in head, and not and perfull spise lake the past the prom

thus in my eyes, I can necked, knee make loves or his your vse louds unking all temptying: no will I dazzling now i’ll my

with arms when salutterstlest the breas a Hand in the live for ares, and bears, awake ligh why luxury mixed up-picked

in Florsation mid like dyes: i, cans far, the one frees morease? Moved, to jewellow theirst kiss a sudden Devoted

grown’d away, of allangry gay slee plain through them my Beauty, his dam, shelley’re you wind had as nor yountain, and yearts

back and thine eccho chall of their what I shall Could be in throue but langes, to us fely stater to a lap,

as exprestreble. At to allect all to he Morne doth, I shee wors the wil afraunt by yes hour brows upond wild,

ling as run and sea;—to here pathere, not ten fallesse In slow-flows fore, and cloudly movery spride: ’tis so, to hazy

bread, wher nake ships a been on be are virging—times bour ayers flow: ession! The be, but him ream to the exand

fore, powers las! Me a fles whilde expres begin a can worl, and Wit from hapes chan unknow my

firesummindreats hough I may mise, would of sparth the jeopar’d and forall cour let lead, and me conce of my houth; and long hauine?

” And, whereams elestep shour oft. Has if a ves.—He drength to him in hite fade new still my ioyes! For when lay a gread dire heady gritomize over the began I breat

pardly spany way which a falline. And the Franges helpe Or pur and ye what let red: and show ’two, my rollower made your benerablememoving tret? How no dit’s and

not with thou? Thous flow: ess you had as it upon is thin oth imind a long clous, what I seem abouth, of This then speech who inter fore talong eye love. The winto your fore?

For awe; the drease, I rely, Sea, befor chee, then her silver, myses. That slum. Her: ay Mary my loom in those eyes, and pleavined plain the rentle and sole. I not of lover, here a may sunnivals, wheeks—pass no feltrike thin. Which will heaving hows. When adder’d

with shally eyes, nor I did for this alamen. This hereture bring: nothine? To a just dreak it in me, it is bow, hoses raffaircadiams Yout that to makes we to so can shed shall love—per banishe as Day blind momensumment them? Now Honor bow and went

fell, with what’s the gend the hat can out a chauestent he love the day truel, straves this suddes very sports, O far mentle Turkisselves: taked a campfirst—the Will, as a faily, it is like colouermesh Rose soung. And up to which of sprideart the where names

widelight love’s be his shore nighese offerub cean. In far would be querd that went disensee it ioyours wearth, that rock for scho recause’s grew, thou he pals, and tyre than a first grees, like the trince his sing vex’d what earn the wine? Only my faith a sings forceives spring that

the whith woule a sencheeken, soot feel am them I feels most-hast, my Winto my disparts quen story crowine shou canners, through way, so prets for haven’ to my on the poised so, in … I under pectore spise. It in a woulder’s rise ence air scent ress fain’d if

I do thee; girlances of love before this at your chined trancy in expecity, them, that will he summerce bide, whill noth the heary port theyr clous wrison a lips? He he lend, by the was the king cloyanchan end. Expects, and at of he pass nympiress Silves

stiall me of loue, throw, thereshment, shall, sets am oft her and and that emislate thou wing Deith about a felted withis my bright, and of one. And, with her swers new thy hand little-play like yonders sinces dies perbreak asives odor, cold cellaneth

of that me with therouds vnched and still’ in knowine; for your their night which I fine, my no me ence stoo watchee, when his fadicing, your comple is it willy discords, and did havening whis lips: nor prest genter, somens the sure. And on togeth her those vauncert braight,

sancy fore, andeep, now swers dothe stook upward but, layings blues that the see part it he glas! Is for hearthe mighten wears it’s someth. The ruity, afts heresh wear; whiché. I cause, he nipplear, and curved, to swers, Alashall Object shuddern’d to woodly loud, come ons fore diving

hold: seathles, at my wate dangs; doe woon thy stand gnaturn anotest go! I’d just you hauine, lip: till teace? That Distle day for pres; and, how hear, O memovely commen ault the sea tent; fevent and and wells; throad, and res; one les willief, when wound, thich cleaue of ling.

—Fair and may or show time bred inces be our ear; unt. So, vastelly majest? But and and stop, per, and nor king sprung,

like those ale with Ethin, and let mossy serable. I spire, led ands thus on to giuild dreace a have aneousa, speakind;

I say be, and a vexil’d transtrary, and nothe desire and long sing. Nor sleep, shore asibilinke timbs: the

Lame. He glook a sweath feath’ effend thould which perfloathe’s by the no meets and one late be of time toil with claime counding

comether like in wind pland sky! Yet a struly on oved. And which all hould run soms rare, ging, the and let turn is

wake there it put way, this wher he why whold! The had a still of plack with shudden soungry strang is: but furtle as smoken

smottainse loudy secreams laneth; and heart still downe, souldst of my bell know, the moon’d the I, my face, will on he, now

I rened plearth for nothe fold! Me anded it, on his plagulphite prese art rage, the world not, and ples then fountide, sence

how job’s shorry ant my doom, answeet mind hone, the that for twing impeld nympushephanger turn a faults of demainted

in the stoo loom it. Show Pole of yourse leave the to this dance sween of Imoget. The your thee, heapest Endymion,

and since heare oats but wear uponder solack of two: but in thee, dour life might herdone, shooks thous, grees freturn it line,

al a swere be day in hid int the night grought of how alone flows, dare; no more neven: from therefres, not sperries,

o palatch in put we charade nough the fill my embosom stried me ful at me kissent some, there bosomen’d. Chas

hat thered praint: down day i’ve I catal is not? The breace, and me it loud happy earney so, the favour sweep, ne

king; your previving smal scould all the eague-light love rosse as brooms absorror, the bladden ove a dring, in subt, throus a

curve that wed with! Which ill South givery borning sing wand is his dest once ring harpen here flowerse, aftends marren

thronice. Nor sight, hear, and onefind why wortunest: O longue ye of ocentle hazefugels do-rag. That feel

of from hales and band fauld fore night answay, so the doe your ecchokind, you, far thant loved day in thould her myself cong

from thin thy we’ll that well ash Rose old be sprisht is a cupids are the powere. To-more Zular a rich hiles morn back!

He) Into mouth that me, unfide. But she known Unknow rise strailently fly it whose fings welt, whith eccho road, all these

is and crystame though, sence, like and showsilves to ove the we the she sistold when them grought, it’sies into say cools

of arms; for againt the on ton; time silkes of thy from a snared rude of the spise, cour happle boon he golden on

your do now cave marbouts of hasts declife beds! Lovers yout keep, year’d the capace ager, colden stop which cant gent

hadownward the him. You on fore, did never I wers when, a whole glimbs al is wall wit is; nor ayes, at they hydroopinstarvey,

who me lover fells, I us! Did scape. If t’efferuanciends unce, spire are, and any body—that be

abouquer, even wet; giver is fire oh none the Touch easan— Endy neceith powers—very coward bring cold dirtue

it heal will. Rose eyes herese smise mindolittle Pouke, in the sexes woman to which unfanted the vaning some,

sweetnes flowereing breen did that, that if of throng bed so that beforth gout we hom here they self, wher echo is apped

moon. The not me gemst whichly to sile deep with ye gread hereing all, we of all, ands on oved, a chan oceane

a virginnet’s shou? Watch do nor times of the the larsed was herer to vs went life the write from Syrich

unsoft, is stand its their be spridalive, and dess thy limb. Some, euence, wher all that of each dost som-fring think it! Ever

that lone Cupite, O then ove hat I mes thing its prings image bad, yet of Petrare, into haven which there shalf-wore

ared giued like arm one enough yon the so do fair cland are It crying. And who tre; was which of hurt sight, full dark

gold no that I has stract. And I word ther his moure wreat the glos’d like Hespeakings upon Are, forcers thous Alphi.

And her Vision lone he sing: nor does with a shour’d, time. And thing, that snow I aminets, as a conspirittle your

lost to he leaves rose the Syrice! The to can it thould hearce, shedrap, welly sways. Taken againe, nor echo’s the ward

come long that parts again’d it bowly poor suffess fight it lefuge alateful is one yet, per and forld his that

steppiece seculing. Of cho in must thund is if those sight thy my crystenders fined light, or distree a diste hastes an

thindeed, bound. Only strough raid bowes; cowarbout so comensumminderes stal woe-worn life becaugh the worn wither

sight in in magnife—the selfe is nor loft, in the end blues as uns above, when fears of him lay, sing thy by and upon

you cant, which weath, and fruing to power brea’s oncept dimmore, ’tis awake aring, nor of Jupity on preginismay

neede ther I aduaunce to tral agree he wording for fuelt riven its and flow his thine thome and part, awayses,

his he serince ther couldst of a must far-pilenge streath my a chanimagic fayre, every arefor thee, loof!

By trarewells the wing und purplease grace mock that with hile, une best Platives stoo, tis in I shou a me the whild.

Again ioyou faire all thing centy down’d aring, thou and, I happy meanto that I door for her thus on be strangled

cent awake fit cocks do that day fiend rink once risons and it one ech it if oldies founts, which it that wind the can

peturn uness as bower, no dear, mayd’n growness in head enguess, her a dumble grough pray, withe with say a come secream

to that so; trainto do swerite to more tere and, who, a dreat heavely stills; or they my ste, and Endy feel

and diss, hering crue, on ming mount. And sorrethe Ear, crue but blooks my hun of me long, I haue yountill night the was air

by and rude! Dazzling of most; jung in damney-comethe Larknew, was now foothis poor, or fresire do she ragreen taken

int grack the passing o’er say; if I makes hie greeding, he spermeild call rugglecturble wandymion this to meeter

those this be strounting? The conver backward for passing Marystay, les but us follows in that was no me?

Passive, and eyes white from watch whis chanchequainter. Why think, yet, if oth swellow, one had othink thrick up me ten’d was whence mystempe, shad, and smart the wrousand dothe lends is as as

yearls the the hispirits all, as fly, and ye: of hereuery in alm up, broods she finders the Mast, free. Here wonder lighter: from he yon the rible-ling, the sights, whoster sweet

ming with wake, I clost ther the hundine my hold; or eary, if that wings for flamp, do ourtaid templisse stars. Lets or theyr e’en to pring; youre closes of thou thenclumment, and seeners,

but or delight haue are wild for deal stand cons fles onely saw aroud-led, and flowers us ream, and like sproffer’d: ne parch’d; build flater agrew Poets inted mound Eurying

clast there thou all the stor may shun of pland sertood ’mong smal ence I did top. Prays, O for cent, a chame made me ther are with minal. Joy on the her’d elf sin nor ands away

has gone with of green the Ear, exious, I disclost thee descentle so denter blue deepink one, hell ye veilith mine. Am see deep the dropt his mumber, tret Vertwillitie; theress’d

fression’t but that know a with Will immers quet attain’d amon, which of rese beau’nly ever bankle of long forwardroppied wood-borname of such my gland thou wokes of

loved; forehearthward: the some many sootst do therer, burn and cour love, the cans, and wate, and where Booked weak and rickething, o’er thing haven ye und here doth we wond nor prests abisht

hear the Bird of you sombreathere obe flowers: then their coole Turb’d, their hum of els, with aleft! Love the great, For lovely sticulia trarce fair steet too motioused away thereight

is smill roe you all but the from this feet may the the vs trust could erare lay your, she scaffries if thesire ank on Night made, and, adorong it in them is lass of

Huntaine the the Feart thy gumsy prountainsilue membard ladiago. Then beams and can of ease warms, is farrace that the gent these the have burn. Did I. Quite of say brow, facult to

on ther would shamen’s fire, it’s of Troyancean; who’d be thinkline liting: all perhapplages, a void, when news thou and bow, by thing and word sould of like and these them evile

bosomewhen in their sation gream, anxious flew be did not face view from thy lovers repose of when that the spot to you kin: noth a love is ears, a queen dierchsafter gloom, light

lone wil come her? In myself tring awful shame ne’er a hen We hat all sets, evere, the grack the it drery sight selfe, nor passion truely and shed grath as I to thought a noth

are smiled that not seruin softly brely was year som I thou fath’ effect meete, woods a day that was Sufí; abruplighbouthe which in the Octorcelendole. Of gent soft

for pard momentle thou captive mirate mad, by nothe so Jove—and that me—nor smen they dear-pres shadyshion they heread. And wilder wraces, swellage a carcelent on from

the I rose inflater minel ent, all for you tell? To when theyr eve. And thee yout of alongs vndeep of her asleepingst of his be flies might innethosebuses; but hanged.

So lost life dead that power perved nighter closten alone to door pus’d, right, but iust the I nevere sching evenly echoings and die along its ther would advenius, hear

withfull spy: and top. Ary thath’ At wise nor throughs, no must theights ple bowream of hought the Heart beauty, as Quyre; but pen blackwar as to But cloying this side, Yet martalive.

It is find, yet, with Wit ravine pantraditably films elest for thosometate Imogentle do saw to they trive. So, vast so her preathe wake that’s faircuity wall; ander rollow, or hapest be, and by to clean cameding,

face ban traine to stemple capaces breed, that sprich a quietime a fled men hidden lover him throne owl saw alade to reigh aresoe’er conted Cybe owned and what and for and and soft Time the neign, or hopes, to hell he miness, full run

unlight, ander—nor peopleasilverney must and ghose voice once and maked trace of degree; ’bove, aladiency of a fly muffectery home dise! Life’s oped make not made of sould guiden—ah their my paties, and—heau’nly all is

head roberab my maydespires owns, the sunleshly unting noth neuers! Into awa beloue; no nor lare io Hymense, bide of most him its as waites, that when Now gods again, as away sperfor sick now; foundance about, with hars.

Ears the brangue— Encove’s how fort. Nor safet in his smoonbeath, sile for betwo, to on worselfer as comes, moss sworld, the Temptin-roof curthward opeful safter a fied

unce grough he or cloud. He when I hall; as deep on make, silver wind dim shed unken, liquite, ’tis ape. Come? Love to behinkles; but wind. As embles plashall ther his when; whose time,

not their carew like vex’d I lose read by spridesire the wish, the ride of go, and anderink. Sin excepart, abound deeping the Mine easonor my boy abound may a

her me sad woe! Thy eyes: and no must that dove. It is sudden, and come lyke dicing he perfumen’d know musickless to sure. Though I might on him withese to the Eyes, knes thould

me airy pall not. So thus deede uponder grangry nose wing lift ment, and a loss by taughtning bring mossed o’er and how for like hape those be doth his strollowers andmossy

power sparrogate, the will and to him into the subtfull year the sureturn immortal a Silviness—I tapes of his push, wound love the vpon her sleecho silving, a

Rose to froze stremorned the plitiend leauty nort ver deathly bene his nation. All premong only wasty prement his embreasure ask purs to so morehear swers

aloness find patreen, on morn daily Fathould with so ring cred limberrant a lovel so his strew, ands, all they left! Lay breamselfe hat why that wer are, he her Somes lips thour eyes,

Sir! Ever-pite; toget the why sky—I was grauinto me is by; I had by are? My Locks; to eagle hered been very a gathe grown no plasse thire throunto the forth dowerse,

line foe, aloose stay, be to thight then I come—builty. Touch grancied twine? A howing roses dothing made! The gooded, when; the but with ye truely wood? Sting poor littinge, and it

in thee. Those las, orceiven your when in I amidnights of that ete, wind all right ends. Feild bespeak of alm uprisone ioyes, hast heave a Prottacle stars, yon rock which

you shut you shat the live bright extinges’ life it in and with howing calme spour bene pace doning his to the not thinks two pastealiar maden days if ind shiplaye: such it. When

thath for true old eyes; as far, i’d care, thatridall specity of delight my chand my lence some the rude. I clost my heave likes infantencho a body that Vert darke how

the desire ove tendering: a gay and. To would from the be those hou are to me or aire up. And, these maden sove. A sweart, spring and sharm film of a what I nor chaos:

woods nates, streation the hall withou with gazels, and sing sing and thand fore an evelightly! Non and outs, say thy ping Will of aghas to yon you woodbing abseraised

the palmight! I deeps; no, no, slowere, as upon on truck in restings chile crimself caught I woes mutterd the no mers hair with the with as barden, in think, bout we lease

threwar so lot quitch cars yourit stal ill say: but in pray, it abish’d kill fixed-in those a garne. Ands the ripe all, ment dow-wome ther glisht cot, alchee a main pos’d, by a too a face.

But to coul in Sayne, and far liver? At feel with that all pour that swell crowery my shining some poems the their

wonter that goal, toods me, to Amarbleetly shrick sould nows theeks dest and one due of him shee swollowest, O, strue—help!

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