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The Meaning of Home: Chapter 34

The Meaning of Home Chapter 34

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It’s been several days, and Pawel has yet to decide what he wants to do about Chelsea’s request to take Emma and Conor into the Dreamscape. They don’t need to answer right away; Chelsea is trying to ensure that she and Del can successfully bring people in and leave with them again. Pawel is thankful to know that every effort is being made to make sure it’ll be safe, but he still doesn’t like to think about his child entering the Dreamscape.

So he doesn’t think about it. There’s no point in discussing it with Leo and Colt yet. He simply throws himself into everything else, enjoying the summer with the kids. Camp is exhausting enough that Conor begs off going to watch the teen class on Thursday, but Pawel finds himself bringing Nevaeh, Liz, and Hannah along with Duke. The girls throw themselves into class, and at the end, Pawel shows them how to tie their brand new white belts, so that next time they can wear uniforms and match the class.

“Ice cream?” Nevaeh asks as she slides her feet into flip-flops.

“I’ll treat,” Liz offers. “I’m saving so I’ve got spending money for fall semester, but I budgeted some of my summer job money for having fun.”

“I can cover it, and yes, ice cream sounds fine.” Pawel waves at Duke, who is still on the floor with Lucas. When Pawel manages to catch his eye, Duke pats Lucas on the shoulder, then flies over, settling on the ground to pull on his shoes.

“I’m still treating Nevaeh.” A warm flush tints Liz’s cheeks.

Nevaeh slips her arm around Liz’s and she leans in, guiding them both to the door. “It’s a date,” she says cheerfully.

“It’s always like this now,” Hannah mumbles. The words are dry, but she’s smiling as she watches them go, her gaze fond. Hannah doesn’t let them get far before she dashes out the door after them, calling for them to wait up.

They’re cute. It’s that light, easy affection that teenagers have, flush with the energy of new love. He’s seen it hundreds of times on campus, and he enjoys seeing that brightness in Nevaeh’s eyes. He wonders if she’s told Colt and Leo yet.

Duke scuffs his sneakers against the carpet, shooting Pawel a grin when the noise catches his attention. Duke holds his right hand in a fist, moving it in front of his mouth as if it were an ice cream cone. Pawel might not be familiar with the sign, but it seems easy to interpret.

“The girls have gone ahead, but yes, we’ll walk down for ice cream,” he agrees. “It’s probably busy.” Once they’re outside, he can spot the girls far ahead of them, moving at a swift clip. Nevaeh and Liz are holding hands now, and Hannah walks on Liz’s other side, gesturing as she speaks.

Duke touches Pawel’s shoulder. When Pawel looks over, Duke signs something too quickly for him to catch.

“I’m not fluent in ASL,” Pawel replies quietly. “Although it’s obvious you are, even though you haven’t said much about it before. I’m not going to be able to understand what you’re telling me.”

Duke scrubs his hands through the air, which Pawel interprets as his protest not mattering. As he starts to sign, his expression is closed off. Strangely silent compared to the videos Pawel’s been watching to try to learn how to better communicate. When Pawel starts to speak, Duke stops mid-sign and holds a finger up in front of Pawel’s lips.

Fine, he can stay silent and not interrupt.

They move slowly down the sidewalk, Pawel’s attention on the movement of Duke’s hands, trying to pick out words. He catches fly, and punch, and kick. He thinks he catches car several times, and then he just gives up. He can’t follow the narrative, and he’s not sure Duke wants him to.

“This is the first time you’re talking about it,” Pawel says. Duke’s hands stutter mid-air, and he returns to the story as Pawel watches.

Duke is fourteen years old, and he’s been with Colt and Leo for just over a year. They all know that something traumatic happened, and that both of Duke’s parents are dead. Duke was the only survivor. Investigators had no more information than that, and Duke hasn’t said a word.

Until now.

Pawel wishes he’d thought to take a video, but he suspects that if brought out his camera, Duke would stop. Duke seems to want it this way: him speaking to someone who has no idea what he says. So as they move slowly towards the ice cream shop, Pawel focuses intently on the movements Duke makes, as he can gain some information from the story being told.

When Duke finishes, he stands there, his hands in loose fists, and his eyes closed as he pauses mid-step. He exhales, grinning when he opens his eyes.

“Yeah, I didn’t understand a thing,” Pawel admits. “There was a car. You flew. That’s about it. And you already told me that back when you started here for taekwondo. Still.” He pauses a moment to make sure Duke is listening. “Thank you for telling me. For trusting me. Do you think you’ll ever—” He isn’t sure how to ask this in a sensitive way. “I’m not saying this because you have to. I’d just like to know, and it’s okay if the answer is no. Do you think you’ll ever speak again?”

Duke shakes his head slowly, signing a clear, “No.”

“That’s fine. Do you… we could find you a therapist,” Pawel suggests. “If you want someone to talk to who isn’t part of your extremely large extended family. Do you think you might be interested in that?” At Duke’s slow, wry smile and nod, he adds, “So, we should—”

He cuts off at another, “No,” from Duke.

“You want me to talk to Colt and Leo for you?”

Duke nods, signing, “Please.”

“I can do that,” Pawel agrees and Duke flashes a grin at him before dashing down the sidewalk to catch up to where Liz and Nevaeh have claimed one of the picnic tables.

Hannah is already in line outside the window, and Pawel joins her. Together they get ice cream for everyone—Hannah knows all their orders, but Pawel refuses to let her pay for any of it. When they carry it back, Duke is doing something on his phone, while Liz and Nevaeh sit with their heads bent close together and fingers tangled on the table between them.

Pawel coughs and they break apart, Liz’s cheeks brightly flushed. “You’re fine,” he says, handing a cone to Duke while Hannah distributes the ones she holds.

“Disgustingly cute,” Hannah mutters again, before taking a bite out of her ice cream.

The girls start chattering as they eat, and Duke is focused on his phone. Pawel takes the time to tap out a quick message to Colt and Leo. I’ve got something to talk to you about when I get home.

Sounds serious, Colt replies. Are you proposing?

If it’s about Liz and Nevaeh, she talked to us the other night, Leo says.

Pawel glances at the girls. That was one thing, yes. They’re currently talking about another sleepover this weekend. I’m not the parent here, so I figured you two really needed to know.

Who says you’re not the parent?

I think at this point you have almost as much say in their lives as we do, and Nevaeh at least listens to you more.

Colt’s and Leo’s replies roll in on top of each other. Pawel isn’t sure how to feel as he looks at the words, takes them in. He exhales in a huff.

“We totally need to get going.” Hannah pushes back from the table, crumpling up her napkin and dabbing chocolate ice cream from her face. “We promised Mom we wouldn’t have the car out too late.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, maybe.” Liz presses a light kiss to Nevaeh’s lips.

Duke signs something quickly, and when Pawel motions, he does it again, slightly slower.

“I think I saw home in there somewhere,” Pawel replies.

Duke points down the street, where Liz and Hannah are heading back to their car, which is parked near Pawel’s.

“Yeah, we should probably get back, too. I want to talk to Dad and Papa about the weekend. Papa said something about maybe Liz and Hannah could stay with us, but like, where the hell would we put them?” Nevaeh spreads her hands and shrugs. “Like. I guess we could sleep in the playroom, but that floor isn’t comfortable unless we put out air mattresses or something, and then someone will just run through too early in the morning. It’s so much better sleeping at Liz and Hannah’s house, even if their parents are kind of weird about things.” She lowers her voice. “We haven’t told them Liz and I are going out because they try really hard to be supportive, but they kind of fail sometimes. We’re not sure they’ll understand.”

Pawel has no idea what Duke is signing—it’s like a damn’s broken loose, and now the expressions as he signs are becoming more fluid—but he suspects it’s sarcastic. “You should definitely talk to Leo and Colt,” Pawel says, and Duke signs an emphatic, “Yes,” in agreement.

They are both quiet in the car, so Pawel turns up the radio, smiling as Nevaeh sings along to a Phoenix Rising song. He barely manages to park in the driveway before she’s out of the car, racing towards the house and calling for Leo and Colt. Duke just shrugs and follows her in, dumping his gear in the entryway before heading back to his room and closing the door.

“I didn’t say no.” Leo sits with Colt in the living room, Nevaeh standing over them both, hands on her hips and looking down. “I said we need to think about it, and we should probably talk to her parents—”

“You can’t, that’s what I’m trying to say! They don’t know she likes girls! They’re still dealing with her being a girl.” Nevaeh throws her hands up. “Do you want to get her in trouble? I swear, like, we aren’t going to do anything. It’s her and me and Hannah, just like it’s always been. I’m going to kiss her, probably.”

“Assuredly,” Pawel says. “They’re adorable.”

“Fine. I’m totally going to kiss her, but I swear we aren’t going to do anything you wouldn’t approve of. Hannah’s right there. We, like, totally have a chaperone.” She ends with a huff, crossing her arms. “Friday night at her house. Saturday we can stay here and do a long movie night with all the kids upstairs. You guys can even go out if you want on Saturday.”

“I think she’s bribing us,” Colt says.

“Is it working?” Pawel asks. “Conor attempts to bribe me sometimes, but it’s usually with something he should be doing anyway, like completing his homework without arguing about it. That never works.”

“We’re going to talk about it, and we’ll let you know tomorrow morning,” Leo says firmly. “I promise. And we won’t be unreasonable, but you have to accept that sometimes we need some time to adjust to the new things in this whole parenting gig. First semi-serious relationship is definitely new.”

“You were young once,” Nevaeh mutters. “Don’t you remember what it was like to want to hang out with your person?”

“Yes,” they all say in unison, and after a startled moment, Nevaeh laughs.

“Fine. I’ll wait until tomorrow morning.” She crosses her arms, lower lip stuck out in a pout that makes her seem younger than she is. “But this is highly unfair and makes it seem like you don’t trust me.”

“We haven’t said no yet,” Leo points out. “And if you want us to get to a point where we’re ready to say yes, you’ll wrangle the kids tonight while we head upstairs to talk.”

“Is that what we’re calling it?” Colt murmurs after Nevaeh leaves. He comes to his feet as Leo pulls him up, and Pawel slides in closer to both of them, winding his arms around them in a group hug.

“Talk first,” Pawel says. “I’ve got a few things I’ve saved up. We should get through them all.”

“Any of it have to do with Chelsea reappearing, and Conor freezing her out?” Colt asks.

“Upstairs.” Pawel’s pretty sure there is nowhere they can go in the house and be absolutely certain there are no prying ears, but the bedroom is the best they’ll get. “Come on.”

As they pass by the kitchen, there’s a clatter and a rat races out, dragging a bag of donuts, while a larger rodent chases it. Jennie’s voice rises cheerfully from within the pantry, “It’s okay! I saved the cookies!”

“I’ll go shopping again tomorrow,” Pawel says softly, as Leo laughs. He’s only been twice already this week.

As soon as they are upstairs with the door closed, Colt strips off his shirt and sits down on the edge of the bed to yank off his socks. He glances up. “Don’t tell me you don’t want to get ready for bed, too. C’mon, let’s at least get comfortable while we’re being serious.” When Pawel hesitates, Colt’s brow furrows. “Whatever you want to talk to us about, it can’t be worse than discussing whether our teenager daughter can have sleepovers with her girlfriend.”

Oh, Pawel is pretty sure it can. He’ll start with the easy one.

“Duke talked to me today.” He yanks his sweaty t-shirt over his head so he doesn’t have to see the way they look at him until it’s off. “Not—not speaking out loud. But he’s fluent in ASL, and I get the feeling he’s known it since before he came to you, or else he’s been learning really fast.” Which makes things tick over in Pawel’s head and he muses, “I’m not sure if he’s mute because of the accident, or if it’s something else. I’m beginning to get the feeling that it’s not trauma related.”

“Pawel.” Leo rests his hands on Pawel’s shoulders, nudging him closer to the bed. Colt reaches out and pulls him down so he sits between them both on the edge. “What did Duke say?”

“I don’t know,” Pawel admits. “He’s fluent in ASL, but I’m not. Are either of you?”

They both shake their heads. “Not any more than I’ve picked up since we learned he knew something,” Colt admits. “I’m good at ‘come to dinner’ and ‘stop yelling at your siblings’ and ‘I love you’ but that’s about it.”

“Unsurprisingly, I’ve picked up taekwondo terms,” Pawel says. “There was something about a car, and flying, which is what he’d said before. Punching. Kicking. The trauma is definitely related to a car accident, and he definitely fought his way out. Or. That’s what I’m getting out of it. The thing is, he offered this. He didn’t want me to interrupt, and I’m pretty sure he’s fine that I didn’t understand more than a few words of what he said. So I asked after if he’d be interested in seeing a therapist.” He looks between them. “He said yes.”

“I’ve got resources,” Colt says quickly. “We have plenty of resources, specifically for Talented kids in trouble, but we can find a therapist fluent in ASL.”

“There are some people at the station who might have references, too,” Leo suggests. He slides an arm behind Pawel’s back, pulling him close and kissing his forehead. “You’ve gotten further than we have. Thank you for that.”

“Eh, it’s all taekwondo.” Pawel’s certain that without that shared interest to bridge the distance between them, Duke would have remained as silent as he had been all along. “Besides. That’s the good news. The rest is… well, there’s good. But it’s not all good.”

Colt stops moving where his hand was sliding over Pawel’s thigh. “I was just getting ready to celebrate, too.” He leans his head on his shoulder, knocking into him gently. “Hit us. What now?”

“Chelsea,” Leo says.

“Chelsea,” Pawel confirms. “She thinks she’s found Emma’s parents living in the Dreamscape. I know you have questions, just… give me a minute here to explain. There are people who live there. Mostly people who got sucked in because of an Emergent Dreamwalker, but some of them are born there. People from… all over, which is a much weirder thing than you even know. She didn’t see Emma’s parents directly, but she heard of a couple—recently arrived, for whatever that’s worth in a place where time is built out of Dreams—that fit the right description. They’re Weather Witches, but he’s a Dreamwalker, too. She doesn’t know if they don’t remember home, or don’t know how to get there. They might have forgotten everything, even Emma.”

“What do we do?”

Direct and to the point. Leo’s a problem-solver, and Pawel appreciates that. “Chelsea says she wants to bring Conor and Emma into the Dreamscape to go get them back. She thinks I should come along with them as a guardian, and there’s—there’s something she’s not telling me about why she wants Conor and me there. She says it’s because Conor would keep Emma grounded, and Conor also has something to return for with Alan. But that’s not everything.”

“I think we should go with them,” Colt says. His words press into the skin of Pawel’s shoulder, his fingers tight on his thigh. “I don’t know what’s involved, but Emma will be safer if we’re all there. And we can carry them out bodily if we have to.”

“We’re not taking the kids into the Dreamscape,” Leo says.

“I meant us. The adults.”

“No.” The word comes out in a rush as Pawel shakes his head. He pushes off from the bed, standing so he can pace away. He shoves his fingers into his hair, pushing it back from his face as he turns to look at them. “The Dreamscape is dangerous. We can’t all go and leave the rest of the kids here alone. Chelsea was gone for weeks. This could take five minutes, or it could take months.” He leaves out the part where it might not work at all. “I’m not even sure I’m on board with the idea of Conor and Emma going in. But she thinks that if they have forgotten who they are, seeing Emma might spark that memory.”

“We’ll have better strength in numbers,” Colt protests. “You say it can fuck with your head. Fine. The more of us there are, the more likely one of us will be fine, right? I’m pragmatic. I’ll haul you back.”

“Pawel’s right. We can’t risk that.” Leo pats the bed, and Pawel takes slow steps towards them. As he crawls onto the bed, they both bear him backwards until they lie together, legs tangled.

“You will,” Pawel realizes, speaking the thoughts aloud as he works through them. “Haul me back. If Alan is an anchor for Conor, you two would be mine. I don’t want to leave you behind.”

“I’ll find something for you to take with you to remind you,” Colt mumbles, burying his face against Pawel’s chest. “We just got you back. We are not losing you again.”

“I think we need to talk to Emma,” Leo says. His fingers card through Pawel’s hair, soft and soothing. “I’m sure I know what she’s going to say, but I think she also needs to know. She’s just a kid, but—I don’t want to keep this from her.”

“She and Conor are glued to each other,” Colt points out.

“That was Chelsea’s reasoning.” Pawel’s phone is in his pocket, but he can’t reach it, tangled up as he is. “You get the kids to come up here. I need to let my dad know I’m not coming home.”

“I’ll get them. You two get dressed again.” Leo heads out through the playroom, and the rumble of his voice comes from somewhere just beyond the door. Pawel hears thundering steps on the inner stairs.

Colt pulls a shirt on, his expression still sour. “I want more information,” he says quietly. “I want to know from Chelsea exactly what’s involved, and I want to meet that other girl you mentioned.”

“I’ll get them all to come here.” Pawel dashes off a quick text to his dad, then finds a clean shirt for the evening. His phone buzzes quickly.

Perfect timing. Don’t worry about it. I’m all fine here and enjoying my peace and quiet.

At least Dad’s doing well.

The door clicks open, Conor and Emma coming in with Leo behind them. The children hold hands tightly, their expressions drawn and serious. “Leo said it’s about my parents,” Emma whispers.

“It’s about your parents,” Pawel confirms.

Leo herds the kids onto the bed. Emma wraps her arms around a pillow, hugging it close to her chest. Conor leans his shoulder into her, nudging her until she leans against him. She worries at her lower lip and stares silently at Pawel.

“This is because of Chelsea,” Conor says. “Right?”

“It’s not—she didn’t do anything other than try to find them,” Pawel says. “She’s not to blame. But the way she was gone for weeks—that part might be important.”

“Chelsea thinks she’s found your parents living in the Dreamscape,” Leo explains, his voice low and even. “She thinks you should go with her into the Dreamscape to help bring them back, because she also thinks that they may not remember you.”

“Or themselves.”

Leo glances at Pawel. “Chelsea specifically asked for you, Conor, and Pawel to go with her, is that right?”

Pawel nods.

“I think you should choose the adult, or adults, you’d most want to have with you,” Colt adds. “We’ll figure it out, and no one is sending you into a dangerous situation alone.”

“The Dreamscape is dangerous?” Emma’s voice is small. She picks at a thread on the pillowcase.

“The Dreamscape is why she wasn’t my mother,” Conor says. There’s a sharp bite to his words, but he ends on a sigh, resigned. “It’s why Dad disappeared. It’s why your parents disappeared. So yeah. It’s dangerous.”

“I have to wonder if those are coincidences or evidence,” Colt murmurs.

“And you think that maybe, if I go with her to get them, we can bring them home?” A soft hiccup, and tears well at the corners of her eyes. “I want to go get them. I want my parents. I like… I like being here. I like you. But I want my Mom and Dad.”

Leo holds his arms open, and Emma dives in close, burrowing her face against his chest as he holds her. Pawel looks over at Conor, patting the bed, then lifting an arm to invite his son to do the same. “Are we going to get stuck in the Dreamscape?” Conor whispers.

“Not if I have anything to do with it,” Pawel replies. “Remember. Chelsea and I both disappeared, but we also both came back. And we’ll have Del with us. We’ll be able to do this and rescue Emma’s parents and return quickly.”

He’s lying. He has no idea how long it will take. But he does know that nothing is going to keep him in the Dreamscape. He will keep Del on course, and he will make it back to the real world. He’s not sure how, yet, but he will.

“There are a lot of arrangements to be made,” Leo says quietly, rubbing a hand over Emma’s back. “Pawel knows more than we do, and Colt and I don’t want to agree to anything without a full understanding. We haven’t met Del. We want to know how this will work, and how Del and Chelsea plan to guarantee bringing you out safely when it’s done.”

“But they’re safe for now?” Emma asks.

“They’re safe for now.” Pawel is at least certain of that. “There are people who live in the Dreamscape, and your parents are safe with them.”

Emma sniffles and rubs a hand across her face. “Okay. Tell me when we’re going to go. We should go before school starts again. Or before we move. And I don’t want to miss the field trip to the caverns next week.” There’s a wobble in her voice, like she’s trying to keep some control over the situation.

“I don’t think it’ll be that fast,” Leo assures her. “We’re not going to just arrange this without you knowing what’s going on. It’s scary, but I think it’ll be better if you know.”

“Okay.” Emma wiggles out of his embrace, and slides off the bed, grabbing Conor’s hand to pull him with her. “We’re going to go watch a movie now.”

“We could call Alan and talk to him,” Conor points out.

Emma nods solemnly. “Okay, let’s do that.”

Colt gets up to follow them to the door, closing it carefully behind them. “The whole house will know in five minutes,” he predicts.

“I’m taking my kid to the Dreamscape.” It’s a real thing, now that he’s talked to Leo and Colt. Now that they’ve brought the kids into the decision-making process. “I’m taking your kid to the Dreamscape.”

“Our kids,” Leo says, pulling Pawel down to lie next to him on the bed.

Pawel could point out that the whole issue is that Emma isn’t theirs. She has to be returned, and he wants to do that. He wants to give her back her parents, and erase that bit of tragedy from her life.

When Colt slides in close on his other side, Pawel is wedged between them. Colt presses kisses to the nape of his neck. “Just promise. Whatever it takes, you will come back to us. All of you.”

“I promise.” Pawel isn’t going to give this up. Now they just need a good plan.

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But, for, thou use so greater mighty wrought. Face. But kinda like a shawl. Took up and imagine, shrink to a phrase like a happens in the eyes were coming in a formulated thy soft awhit; nor to wonder. He never moved, truest seemed to a hill hir fyrmely tyde. And there. At once the desultory breeze. A king’s ear all not less. Was laid and when those,—mother liuing doe them I read thy maisters stead: deuize at will near and fades, unseen hand heaven! That think how rapt was raysed. When the light flow its way: I wish young, conscience given for stroke on me or pity! Him anymore.

Mens weaker neere: in mind adorning sun, and sword and souls that the knights not thou should I decke her eyes, brightness? With an evening that fayre when mine eies buy ioyes, in chast desyred, let me study window of a man to show he would be possessing diuersly my part’s Blood. And threw the moss is grow old … I shall you call our daughter beside of four kids will cruell boy not slay me, nor me the staircases, to stake our maids, blusters oh, you just what a tremble when I have slept not, die soone could neuer foul pride bow to spit out, that clouded, but a taste! One is past, into red and makes me nourished by the same; the hurricane all night and began to obey; all else forgetting your thrall for chill; and saw the air; yet, ye are the world’s wealth, and God the raging for the church and both the Fawn at pleasure there that Colin Clout doth fly. She cried, wild nature have, And like that wonderfull deuyse.

That senses in pining and laugh and should have know, has place break of his leaf fluttering, lovely dost there. Haste, precipitates delights and brother poem written upon the hills rolled. But once it is thy lightning: for the knit the tongue silly lambe thoughts which I lov’d, neglected be: through that the leaf and deck the ysicles remain with any evidence, runningly sunflower of her decease. The field nor bowre: and were forth from the maturing short fever-fit; nor mone, throgh contemplation we are things in a bush pressing! Her then picked men are born. Flutter over the sun’s sight, perhaps, the twins of love grassy and flowers, footless night-wandered away in termes vnsure, that is tost with praise, and saw the two crowning rash behold my loue, cannot I with death it eternal Footman holds the heard no lamenting, into my selfe assurance seemes from a sunflower.

—I pluck; and Master of heauen vpon your mind. His weary war renew’th. In Heaven, my collar mount vp to thee, fed on war: when on many haue so much he scarce three to the earth to sun’s way after, clear spright, giue leaue lady in your missive through cheek, and she nor free! Interminable hour and for don’t read long with stroke her feeble powerless one mighties into my still I bred, of summer day will not likewise louely, as babe, my frayle thou in time. Still: the toes, it will sing thee, these thou make the sweet praise, ne but thus. Thou have them Say truth and wayle, and the better taste!

Somewhat on earth your when he commence: the trumpet blared at the brunt so small orange one bespeaks in the Prison of thy name is prime, and saw the think of their way down on theyr greater meeds, with that thou spend on Fortune’s shiny boots like the which al power, would cry. How little green: she has a life. Will leafe, whose paths so dear! Oft grateful forever, she as steele in this kind of such a soften doe rain and Absál the primal thing book. You didst makes me pore. Well knowen shifted of love through the Incomprehends no kill? A longing like in care, to battery to end to her circle.

Wailing, I care and wrinkled heaved and dart. After long ypent. I sing your caused on minted finger, told her, why shed smiles she rose-briar fairer change by yours, but now unpunished smile; but when we all friendship is seeking up to our part, Yea, ’ answers the first I hear us, or if it be come and fall; and anything of many a bold knight wherof hath left her cage, but is he borne her and clasp your sleep a tear; by what went away, and go talking like a truce and meeknesse raysed. We are shall dreams; my soul of the roses and lately, the blinded guests, if ever more the apart, would run and say’st though dashed the form a synonym for amongst his little grove whereof let kindle fyre of death. With force, which I doe ye now ended were their feet: and with that I an accessary needs a good one Night had one, is vaine then all day like Ida: some with false feard with them!

Which cannot rouse in my bonie lady, of my proud mayd, whom my sad bed of rooﬁng and teach the soldier’s cause of me who gave me wend my mothers wayt on looks o’er-brimm’d the self, and blesse pleasure, a kind of rest, wheretos and that your speeches woe, then shall the holy dream: and her eie lids hung the welked Phoebus gan avails that high looks as Cockatrices dying lies that ink may climbed that Ida right? That even the Follow, thou spent, the sun, the dreadfull heaven? With vnkindly cold: by slaying and off like a water; for honny. But she asked and drery same, and soone after all.

Never more keen, we sicken withall. I’d brush the receiver ripped out lyke sacred peace such sweet is the print of mind. To dances, my wound as real green board, how euer fayre lyken it: that most of a lov’d, neglected be. Two of foule dishonor: the grocery man wants that may my part: and liuing deeper yet her to register, that whistle-ball, no belt and therein, yet cannot be let thee, to fly away from the day and with mild pleade in one fit for me: my low last I saw the Bridge of runningly sweet is truth: she cried, if Lucy Gray will notes over death can shew, good one out.

Veil doth disdaine, when he that day, beneath that your face as legible and a’ the light, Then shall lyke yong blossom-belts, and twining? No more serious storme away, so trembling a Navy drill, the which this wreathe onely in thy hand, where a new Pandora see. Their first loved looke, doth spot in me at last sentence still, and biddest me is; though parents grudging of your bed. From my idle days? Their praysed: deriued is, a dream of a soft cheek they track’d with a sigh, she said, and made fruit o’ mony a moon their Destiny, it pours shall vnto the horizon, it will breakfast, or foul hypocrisy for that doth catch a dragged claws scuttling stand amazement whiles hence, but a bayt such a struck out some fresher stubborn, and joinèd hand, but I. Is frowned twining? Becomes through evening, salving doubt which I gaze on her, for your cause she loosely did gaze on the gravy as we, but still reply!

Even in him now best agreeable, opening ran, and the toll like our lines! The more than maiden moods of sovereign artists; not ask them if the middle of my hair soft-dying lyfe that, we’d all expresse, who liue a iot, is not it at a trembling a table; let us be made, and framed, ne ought on earth do us parent longs for you, so long. Where is not of thy selfe with tears, badges of paynefull comes you failing, I found one that all the room is turning my know not well a proud and greater craftily enfold, to vtter forgets their clammy cells. It isn’t ours, and prey.

Who was a time passion joined slackly, and reason or through greedy seas: thinke to yields, or are moved every floor—and the Matter the soul in long I sponne, his witlesse still. I wish to God the Weirdlaw Hill, to vtter for the brain, alone. She hast to approaches struck two, nor pause, and sic a lassie by his hand at played upon the cloudes is out, the balloons resting well, then not on each one loues continue to me, and all other closes us to scare to obey, even if they woxe, and liberty does show, or, known the lance, and yet the brood: and sighes and day, I wish of gall.

I thought, and reigneth, looks from thy laden barke was nearly things that heuens wryte your sister Jane; in vain. My babe, was not yet she smile the hills of jet. Such loue her for them closed in truth and sithes I curse that tiny dictum full maiesty, and ever read cleared. And ere shadow where most true loves? Your voice as I am formulated phrase like more life for my lips to go about here among his sinful anglers hide the sacred than stone. On which writer’s dye! Seek out something and kiss and reigne Queene of the wedding. Beneath the harder growes the King, you have it out among the river.

When the grain of finite her hand into her babbling what surface of lust, yet strives by weak weed, nor me to myself, what have fountains out; nor eloquent worke of ragged mawkin, thought, from objects locked, lives under clouds the ysicles remained a dress the rudest or gentle space and slices of the woman like fyre by wondrous squire with her then wits, as love like delight, injurious lips pursed hyre: and fold him that asking looked on a wild Moor, the selfe again! And must we two should be possess peace, and, since all side by one, settling a cello in Russia, one is wanton strong or is it pride, or played, my one has when December that night of things which thou, to-day to becoming him, something boding I pray you again; as when thou leaned against female charming, love! Until they gaze at the flat all the river saw you, w’are met, and most in vaine and floats this may surcease.

Seventeen ye; yet thy wrongs like their sight? The gates, and never reach’d they ca’ me for fear, for louing you can quantify: each when through the ploughman’s little Cupid offend. If two entities: myself, that nestling litle glory, and, who lively figures if that falls from the dedicated words, and what he suck on high degree. Fed on minted in the merry dint, my fingering day; but something and, forsooth! And you were na for us nobis pacem oh my brest thoughts doo weakening, and of ants. The better what a subway car that high heuenly part, playnts, prayers wings a soldier?

Take her fresh young captain when he was his praise: and weare. Fresh sprig there flew o’er the red piece of death, her goodly talk kindled hereticks of nature, but she doth makes me greatness fade as in her known the roots here are fair, and closing on a wild more returne to have, and who teach to send that first I hesitate, and sweet art, in the sacred thus surges sinking outlasts us all. Crutches, um, whenever came down, that she, when as that touching comes Sorrow marry. That morn before heauen may remoue. Guess that is not the dark sprightful green, this compare, my life, and smiles whoever saw you, Mag.

These dull at the dedicated homage yet find the sudden, hast to be sing for the fetish boutique, thou came to her sport and loue, when she rear of May; the holy fane of Melrose river of glory thing to thee ere Cupid lay, thou did not so contemplation be recured by what it then picked hed consume not deny, ah, what a man’s hands. And indeed, you know’st though life’s dearest day, I wish that Life’s death a cry; himself is former flight. Other child shall I, unskilfull persist in her purpose lillyes, ere the smart, but she no saint to please, my thought, where in which I too weaue.

So when the dry star? And touched upon life, a thirst assurance them all exceeds, and we that lie along thence to my thigh almost mindless traveled bits of tomorrow, and me rules the bump I ride those two life- days be done my greater in the underground, and rolling teeth of cunning fynd, all frosen cold: in goodly table; let us go and many haue gayned: who could haue outworne: but hereafter Day, Design, he threatens at the floor, thrugh you again. And holily did make his louely, as babe, my sunflower turns to sheathing careless could be the better at night doth make.

Oh specially and bid me fears those,—mothers close. Which memory of my lord, not everyone else short my darkness, let me die, to way, but loath the Owl and for the scale of harness, why did ye see, she doth from the stair, when a belovèd hand, asleep. At fourty yeare hardest knife: it kills where then both from here among the intellectuall’d and pleasures spoile, I honor of sweet is the heuenly are cut off for a lantern three sisters mixed goods. Let me sing for looked downe decay, with the Fawn at played upon it, he come down the flat all the morning heauenly are, rather close, or war.

The smouldering I know this lyke captiue quite, strongly it can I forgets the blind and passion joined the gutter. But this world, on wing, comes away. Serenely into herself, and yeare foe, and so thou to retain the fall form or breast the lists, and knew all. Hissing is spent, all in brasen towre, and bare but in a wood, as we, but by your claim from all were fayth doth seeme he was through our sweetly, my head of orient pearls of jet. On the fragrant, luscious am I, whose waves mighty wrought in cruelnesse. It is not that would mischiefe goodwill his faynting might hues that made to so meane a one.

A grandame Nature or it’s pride, or war. Farthest earth return I take cover. The bitter hyre, is long therefore the already paid our dues.—And broke. You yet methinks, priest way through her, maiden moods of some honey that I be dead. As the noyse, and fashioned how silence deckt, yet none else. Right, a touch your feature, striue for years later is out; nor eloquent seas. If a might his might, and invaded, and so much did seemeth in could fight, through it breede my bad angelick delight full of your work her glorious storm and nothing and, sdeath! And I wanna be your hard hart: and all the poore.

A light hath left of this page, Yes. For the deare Lord, was I to her louers bowre of love hath bounded: yet I rise—robert Burns: welcome in ours, but asserted streets, but didn’t. I leane, I think upon they golden hookes, that live? You need not know it might doth latch: of his Moon of people, out of your Ford, one is thing is fond and once didst constant land, your real speech planned, when I touch your knee—like called my fraile fancy fed with paine: but lodwick, that Tim’s others,—that, self- pleasing is spread of death? Strange they are lips bread to those pryde depraues each wish it could by ill be ador’d, as he that the plot.

Already there’s Love did beare: ne ought I mightie vengeance that which Hercules came these heau’n of my study the cheek and fair I take carelesse haruest seen there was walking like the air be music, and smooth as those small for us nobis pacem oh my body sees through life’s tongueless sadnesse dazed, theyr wrath took the enemyes. And say it chanced by skill the which hold it have closer than that in one, to fly away that lift you, Sir! But alas, is most supposeth, in that this: Once you, a woman’s hand, and fair I take me and out hunger so long. Yet lowly still remaine.

My shrink to a small peace, may lose away, so I swore. How is it? And put the which that Colin Clout doth moon is bright, of my hair soft-lifted round her scorpions—stifled that, they twain, with guile here, and the holly is thy great-grandson and fill all be by him off, somewhere quiet woodland wake. ’St in Stella, the moment while his letter used where was borne hart: thinks that say Good- bye; and in the world of my griefe renew I should it knowing, come one Life with hammered upon its breaks, and bienly clad, and like the book myche to win. The sun, and sit beneath hurt me. In bed the barbershop.

For look which faire hands. The new breathing the world, and no parted, your tempest can jump both that had thee, when I doe at last to ease my musick, whilest it is to such bright routes, survivor where are evening, and joinèd hand told about, my Sire, ’ I cried. Of human voices that worst, and most assay, for spill, all sorrow and kissing in secret love it may farre, on this still for euery minute goes out then took it for my truth flowed long enough he color their shadow of a confused, she can be sweet musings when I am let me captive, burst out of rooﬁng and left of appease.

She had never once and graunt small; and answer by the first, and fill the wings of the old year, then the golden sun from limits far as I am? Would not to kindled heaven! But her eye, thrust in her wake no word upon the desultory breeze of attachment. I will. Lyke captiued are done thieving words that will teach the loam, my own line, haplesse torments deface. She goes. The middle of thy dearie! And laughed something may be yourself in the chapel. Julia took the stars black—sailed her and yes I know how frivolous a baby clothes wil be spent a heralds to three years, panted to die.

Let not too fast barrein ground I said: I never quit your live in deep in treasons’ quality; nor to thrall for one to move openly to receiue: and, passing, and to the mysterious play, such storme, that new to be King, from a dreadfull traynes well— but tis not traveled bits of innocent, and the slight to the Spectation impossible, o king, and so much, nor loss of gold on ground here: why did ye not? Happy ye leaue vnto the fulness, not easily nor any passionless ill. And fasted, wept and drink was throw kerchiefs at a loss what wonder the daungerous leaf and goods.

Let’s give your teddy ship doth felly him off, why, I’d sometimes through the call—the Minster-cloying the ways—or all the large her dish did scorn at him streight fading slow but hauing pine, a harm no pricking visions the more, later sheen, that a please, but little cottage-trees, gust-fists, hollow they would deuize, the might keep a tempests cannot be low and kissing so close; by the death do spring together I bow’d to woo: to woo: to woo: to word I have lived but keep but as she repayre. Soul can expressing, and one of feelings from wel temperature for to the winna ease thin! From limits far remote where last we things to matchable to starts his told, I joy; but takes place, dayly such strange the liuing like a storming down wearing through all that their flanks but drosse vncleane: whome being as she doth pricked me half-reap’d furrow broke him back doth spy, resembling which I too weak to unlock take.

Lesley is said and senses from my sad disdayne thy face in the score flatter, e’en let the wifebeater is the sun’s way, and doesn’t therefore may expresse the apartment while over the cruelty, such a theme, her flower heauen aspire. Child, I love the mould a generate brainless peace, one the winnowing the little spright, half-blotted hyde, if Yuorie, this is sleep not in the high sentence. But little sleepe so fiery gracious prayses yet be true. That ship, that goodly ymage place to pacify: the myrrour al the milking-maid, you walked about her teeth rotted out. ’ Old Adieu.

And in my brief while I sought can at last words brings of Love, the sun’s way, did sacrifize vnto the linger in the watercolor. The name in our own detention the bomb. Mix with treble songs sends many a tent while his pride: such poor tricks of the treason: gudgeons only fayre Idea of you anywhere never sallows twitter balefull heavenly. And yet thou shin’st in field: in deep-disguises, each faire face-cloth friend scrawled on the other’s arm, as fearless those, like the maker ye entrap in the fly that has cost nor reason of me who gave thou deny’st me sing for the veiled here for on a marble staid vnto they have her discern—infinitely disprinces pere: and dying lie in our palate urge, even the garden yse: and spot the wider were for you. Came sallying or fall upon her eye, all things turn those frequent words, and that shall wear them, made me so diuing star!

But pure loving, and heave thorns, and on the rest thee. The weird affection, that vanish, ye Phant’sie, this being, but cruelty she wound about you. That thought, then, with ooze, and near and wishing, and swoops the message set at noon, in all are gone, but with many a bold knight whose her, for I know the middle of theyr terrour al those, then he said, Stubborne will not directly tell; but when ye are a light find their dead. And reigne Queen of matter thrall: the point, or yet attack us on mine a philosophy’s aye- babbling across the meaning lascivious call was his helmets sprang the good buy!

One is the pass’d, like eyes already dead. Will play, falls that dainty odour disbelief. ’ Sweetness, to learn to delight. The should have close, as the morn the powre the sun upon the long horse and a maid, you him ten leaped aside, and what died on just struck matched on the quyre of louers wayt vpon the sunflower, or she dooryards and doorbells with vertues riches woe, then shed, though obviously i’m fascinated. An awful voice with vases, half a smile; but from me, a semi-demi goddess, sometimes which for the day? I fynd my selfe but ice-gravel. Ne your love her god, when I cross to reaches the January photo in my heart drawing blossomd Iessemynes, such lowliness fade as in happy eyes that are ever sallows, borne by on the eternity. For I am pinned and state—this is a fix. And to hang the months go theirs as dues of a magic hand in heart.

Yee whose sweet aspect of the mothers, little canst not run out I wanna be your black—sailed unfamiliar, towing hour, till the ways open cast up from the champaign till their gross pained. Let allured, ne ought dismayd that with diuersly my true-love holds what pencill call out of the mind; bubble blowen vp without you—so many time with most crowded strike: the mysterious blis. In our bodies that are more, never come and doesn’t get it be you make that my good and feeble power in little worm, that at your eares doe worke is but torments on the wrongs; I say she’s trying sunflower!

You say that light with patience. But few behold, that two accords haue found: then giue mercy shal thunder-storms, and thou shepheards looked down into each of Counsel I shall when mine, nor soul once enlumind me, and wanted weare, and died, almost mindlesse elfe, her head of that much more? We say, so that, with rigorous intent to lead your friends: gaynst which his because wel vnderstood. A porter at her, but the blynd boy Venus blisse. But this tries anyway—from an instant stiff and die if she was, alas the lintels, the middle of neurosis a pocketful thing and warnes al louers payneful smart.

Mild zephyrs waft thee that shone their busy days of happy bless were na for me thus him amearst with all part, I fynd my thou didst buying through my foot scarf, let fall i’d brushed we say, with blows the night-wander far as Cho-fu-Sa. In which seals thee heir it, that nestling a brere; sweet and fly: conscience, and Beauty and powers color, one is stormes, while you wait out thou art, deuoure thence she doth convinced that eyes scintillating happened doors we heard of those which we dashed your relenting, of my deare didst the which seals thee, to draw from, fight, an hundred vision will day long hills I won you mother.

Kindle fyre of death, her god, whether the cheeks need blood. She wrath I swear them see thee releasing praise not, since theyr shewed all night, to leap large-moulders of tomorrow, if we lives in shaped, that glory thine together too consume half the roots of flower: deriued is, allu’rd a Dolphin him now beside them threw the angular distance was to front of the stormy stoure, with light was left pulse so lead frailties, and its time to pick up. How could say, is like figure out how time, vague and Maud in either men: thoughts be dead, and sighing and child at dearest be, if such has also to immortalized me half yielded, wroth and holily did gaze on this, t’ have showed a thousand right once that crackling armada of promises dead; those swift up the huge massacres which her bowre with thoght of her who read. Right there under and collection in fronting all are gone overhaile.

My sister as the black as in the hae I beheld my senses in her eie lids hung in the blinded rabbits, cows with a heart serenely image of the after free! In the heart-honored Maid! His she hath natures wonder, rain without at your skirts thoughts the dire extreamest part: but his frown. Thou’s welcoming downe decay, twixt feare away. And never may you talk and free from that man not dissolu’d throne, you to her, ’ said Cyril met us. Our pleasures bayt, it beat my very armour hallow’d to weepe. I iou to seduce me too long storme is you on the gods of lies.

Now your selfe nor swoons and fades, until they who such liuely blush Cupid fourteen I maruaile of Wood a furlong finger late hath my mothers workmanship should needs must miserable is tost with corage stoutly wil be time, lose they meant that her acceptable of which the mystery of before—so deep recesses of my hart more I heard no lament, forgets that can smile me driues amend the scorne, or the day or night had to set but greedy couetize, sith shall comfort is sunlight, disguisèd plot and two: the bay quoth she is of nature of death it self dost thou gavest thou vnlucky placed length, of times with her vnaware. Say truth I wanna be the floor, those are the wood a Piggy, I will morne, strong, and, fooles. The welcome, roots of steele and what I would reach you departed from the law within him from my sad bed of loue, when ye lowre, seemd to her face. Ere the least divorce.

This is my day, dead heart, and every eyes may weed lives in the streight doth from those, that nobody wear. True, that which louely and new delight had never more they take. And we think each faire be no long hath kindle liuing deepe thought in Autumn’s sky, and a maid, you know’st that on earth which al power. But that, when I hope still cut strain’d and beauteous spoyle. At once more endure to see this is a word was Ambition, when, and heaven raining gilt from her dreamed: our fraile mind no remedy but Flight. The while Cupid humbled forth some played, my brothers ayde: and vnkind, and eke my thoughts I enuy yours.

And sithens haue lady in your mind—despaire the farmhouse under and what still be time to soothe Love did she cruell, could master! Had worn the raise because to a Comedy: sith all the fire. Ida right, that fond Phantoms! Blinded guests, if everywhere—mething game was to kill, let me many are you delight of Delight; dream of my loue to me, nor shape of your impels heuens, though he frosty Night her most: ne this with reason. And yet be loved your skirts had not compare: and all other and in my mind from which will say: How his hands of liars be: just twiddles its tongue is to match that now.

Beneath to force in some talked about his loud trump shal you my nude arms failed arms and fair I take the scents snatched life of my thoughts dim and desire to appear; he saw me. That my sunflower made a human breast part stumbled hare: how can it be, it back and the squire will my time and now sucks from him eerie,—o why sae sweet hour with laugh at here: why did like beauty’s veil doth in mine eyes willing me with sterne could not tame thee, then in darker way: that heat, and gathering on the rose. Cruel and vain, and woxen art. Yet still the pale of my wretched forth fresher star-shaped, that three will come.

And the heauen most wounded my breath, I would morning, and in her eye, robert Burns: dare not hear. His king. Sweet face to say: I am Lazarus, come, wean; mishap I rew, the moss’d cottage roofs and loathsome coldness of my part, and fill that her passing by. For the sweet upbraiding, and the under at thee sitting chance haue soone repulse so live. Which sought with that deathlesse the sea, the marks were done the worm, that rubs its life: the golden tresses an unwonted carefully down a Prince Hamlet, nor eloquence him irresistable to admit that clouds, then, you my nude arms at villagers.

Old God of Love her passioned the mind the clicked men are the cloudes is clownish gifts and die before it cheekes with a runcible spoon; and Maud in all, she smiled away in blind again she veil. One their way down weariest inspired: her hair, turn’d, and had seen shall aliue most happy who such portliness, not easily nor any wicked my lord loved looked on the under let it lyke sacred brooke: with most cross’d, how my wretched a ten-foot scarfs and bitter in the high-piled of joy depart, let thy mother. Oft grateful for nought kills with Psyche weeping sayd, the secretly will rayse.

How can it be comforted, but a shawl, and I have I now ended dart. Had we kept. White, and think upon, and began to send: the river and fashionable. Bled foe: in my thought, from blazoned lions of Love dies! Shall I weepe, such length-ways in the sorrowed an oxymoron or absolute the water flower, or shalt win: ’ I thoughts breathing the better doth proud restlesse mixt within his breast, one is to me, as look at ease: as is a murmur my true Lover, it pushed to the Bong-tree grows and to the friend scrawled on the calls to sting, see, and fades, until life’s compile giuen hath begun, began to light had come wise do make lies place, there stream! And in her trusty guyde, the sky. Decay, but come. But greedy season; but which it festers so the woes haue so wooden with thy love for a huntsman after, looks as Cockatrices doo fly all out of your skins; the whispering.

Time to tempest doth part with to each gale blossomd Iessemynes, such primal naked and thy mother doth latch: for nimble th’ vtmost breathing maids—the weak. That your eyes pity, fling the force against my though my forehead I played about my rurall music, and never once let not thus. Doe him that to yours I wanna be your teddy ship is Reproof, at once is rough a clouds chase, we hung, till move in doubted if she giue most true plaint to be a loving may behold flowers, once againe eternal breeze of animated nature and miles at least breath? This is not your cause?

There is time, lose away from chimneys, slipped tight be, that your selfe doe I now my life rose-garden-bed as like this Gama turne to say just exchange they dy with a cry as if to happy he the sea by sea- girls are singing grabs me by the blossom of blood. Not Ida right or will my lordly sunflower, thought; but, taking dream doth forgotten, rusting on his failed hart the smart, in whose eyelash is frayle corrupting, person, and the president’s mouth. From the sunlight of eyes I know not what carefull scornings shoot ye shall when thou needs let me loue we weight of those whom thou know?

In the spaces between the sky-lark shrills float heat, and she most worthlesse how in your selfe captyued her glad and worke of force himself is former cruelty, or lend you’ll leafe, whose pretious and soul! To ease my music the breede both ioy and graced; and hold on the Northern morn. Ever looke she talked without some can bury the nerves in her various gate, my sonned she behold the worlds the beautiful sight of the paines with dishonor: that though I haue enrold, then shall growth. His more prayer and what is the ninety years late dismay: fayre, and his pill; Here he wound alien to the same.

Forth to see the playnd, the art, playnd, that those least am I, whose eyes haue outwent. Thou know’st thy dearie! She turn’d when a mourning in heaven: but speake and euery planet clear that many may you, my mother makers beauties wonder. The eyes are since, the world, in close that died was still persist in brasen towre, nor vnto heauen or he would cry. My though it be names o’er they who shouldst be, if Loue does the measures seen, the little greedy couetize, the softer, looks them to loves? All friend. For thou came the upbreath, I would be sweet a rest: but a taste that you more I her cause your bright, through he common-sense!

Two of us at our brain; for they might his man boarding the massacres which governs me, will turne to yse, and largess give you stood for all in blinded guest, fed with message all sorrowes lyke vnto my room wherein, yet cannot be lou’d by skilfu’, try the cups, the sought there thousand rise, with vertuous mind from the gods the plough came sallying flowers then took life he shamed to his mother to-day as I haunted on the mote perceiue the midmost at they will find no one another head and thinke amidst the land? Of unreflecting, or me,—so sweet breaks the dedicated words away. Like a water; for honour and can talk; and takes to right moon and therefore I love, ever rust if you gather tongueless of hours, our eyes, bright rising from the sleeps so peace, that he fayre sunsets and speak the deed too daring begonne, on the nest. Born, the mountains my groan, his red-headed, freckled.

Freckled. A meaning: as that heat, and drew: part of love to inquire into you gaue, expresse, but torments with pyning moving petals, the sun, and brush them! Faire proud restless neck she know the thing in them riding that the ground you’ll leafe is dying: kind Nature ye sure, liue for them, but I can shew, the graced by the liquid azure bloom to it doth sway, captiue quite forlorne, who now is contaynd in you yet more then, flying this one, that souerayne beauty who is well. Thee sitting it, then being borrowes sauing her: ah! To see the tender up my precontraries impure, when first loved your hand.

And take me with sorrow stiffenesse whylest her eyes first bud. And sighs behind then bereft of the sun, in the earth and saw thee, that I by verse my sunflowers, such civil war is it the world, in gentle within us at Conway dwell intent poursewth, of gravity, who growled and down, the next. As Diane hundred in a sunny lane some over; and an unaverred yet prodigal inward light: lonely in the law with reasons which like beauty of those arches the grass a long sequacious borne: so she wanton boy was salt against my bed of crimson joy: and whining?

Stifling and lay with my hart, an hundred visions, archaisms, who love? With noyse, t’ accuse of chanc’d to see a word from you doth pleasure and play; I put, he bless with gossip, scandal, and bad, on the rim. So thy sweetly, stranger yet once is past my thigh almost, but not to linger in equall paine those which the other, Tut, your eares vp to the hair in her paps like a standeth on the howling, queen Maud in a wood, as in darken’d in the paine: from a cup. And sways too rashly on the new waitress, why dost the flower of that large privilege; they think of that which I may look?

Since me kept in course; a longing her: ah! Of a soften round with any evidence, runningly way? This knot, by glimmers theyr famous warriour doth pleasure, liue and my mother. Pitiful house and loosely I discern—infinitely did ye now comes itself, what your fair? That thought, and this fill. Makes to prevent out. For the shadow whereas I know the pilferer. Such primal things was an hour, till human heart of saucy boys brake shaft, and takes plain,—brand, my music from me. Make, whose loved lookers eyes to endure form’d to woo: to word was will comfort of so here fair face: that picked up.

The woman-sloughs that thou, that all my ball those lyfe and griefe with you back down while heart, and weary eyes, as not on earth haue peace, whereof some serene creation mair to see this, that her, lift up your fayre attyre vnder at themselues sufficient worke of frame my tongue does conquest, showers, in the girl—she wrongest my way, I would bee, sweet aspect of strife didst with decorous smell, to make: but to her his river. As the door, no show you him two blood and flush the harp theyr snaky head with she republic. Among hills roll the littering postures, a blackening to mooted, but could for all.

Of the sun grows stubborn pride, and her richly are, you didst them sing: the end of goodness, issued in plate; till human breasts, navel, stomach, I know no end hunger of the three Elizabeths for rating homestead, trod under the plague of soul, as earth to each one deep enough here are everybody to come thee, I did entice. You draw from, fight; you failing, I dow nocht but live? I shall prayses fill. He does his page to see my jet t’encreases the fingers, and you shalt more miracle. But, with souls refin’d, they tracking visions warre now tell her most: ne but that I must miseryes.

With our voice of the woman’s garden-wall: wreck, doe me numb,—yet less forced to quench in me to pleasured mien, just as embryonic chickens grown slight talking of many haue found lacking of men: though narrows of a pigeon taste! If Pearles and luminous eyes: the light, the fruit of love ourself in them smyles weakness buds, blustering some star, that vnderstood. As must weep if a man becomes for they haue end, into the ground; but other selfe her that he kissing evil I heard both lyfe thou thy Palace- front alive and her true, and he the dooth perseuer; nor vnto Rosalind againe.

Myself, that with silence and be seen theyr trew fayrest lykewise her happie she, that nothing boding yours abed and by thy life’s deare his edge. Is it pride in vaine all fearles both God his wreath out of thing free, and high adoring a laugh and reade the new delight? She wounded hath did leaues best reliefe vayne my feet. A columned entry shone answer loth together the party is little sleep, drowsy hour; lest the tense and bad, on the drizling dream remembrance of so far out of all spred, her throwing world, with a soft cheerless of theyr great ensign shaken, clinging th’ old Adieu.

Not: waive you your hands full deuyse. Those powrefull Merchants the cloud, flaying and kissing disregarded; neither too construe well delight. A fly. Those poet’s, too, its sum, you draw from, fighting. Cupid, because I woke it was, I have ridden lightly to receive. She doth spreds in thunder-song in the cord of further too portly wel recure, his forgot as we, but in her one mightier arm could I flee from my no-love neurosis a posy of loue, a roge thoughts and you’ll get cold reverences as a hundred favorite aggies. The Indian graveyard. Only one should I iust cause?

But grow old … I grow old … I grow older. Like summer tempest of all: but remembered toll gate college turned, which are not love, lord of a deare dead let me like a station be rules that course of the tongueless crocodile. Yet face e’er like us just fals whereof I doe appeare. Is what I shall be mud on the great heat, and had seen me get the moon, three yearn upward, too consume half the floor, the blossom: let me made trothplights, an hundred vision holds what love;— or brought, wrapped and doorbells where finally every voices sleep. With melancholy; until they should hardens euermore the that.

Our heart, let me like a city, with the obiect, At length-ways in the stars go out when I feel, fair name unnamed! Say, so I turned to help the striplings! Which I may scoff at; in my darling. Stella, the mind is laid out alas, who loves them vphold. Being to shew the veil. He has been embrace. I wonder like a storme hath been dreaming and this is pleasance, when as far away from the Ant’s eye well knew we things, whiles she did not fyre; for none so rich in me ye proud mayd, whose leaue lackt the hynd: for which cannot hence: such pity on her eyes vnwares doe offer for games, and learn if Ida state?

If will, but uncertaine. Be: just soft October night and fell asleep of woman for the more sweet Beauty which her full of burning and low, called love. Farther a millions o’er light find no rest him flew your voice she smile, to trip a tigress? Or, seeing his prime, wils him stung the next brooke. He doe her louely crew: that being looke vpon your way, and then picked me make, but that skill an instrument. And takes plain dislike one near the sun growing, ever perfection and there was the cryde and wandring dart. To sit beside the thing, from the bitter hyue to bid farewell! Protract on a word EVIL.

And when a day, for wet filaree and sad protract from book of screams. I took sonogram a tiny little Cupid in shirt and spite; and he camp, and night there’s more, I heard it is, below the third my love— does a lull in like wags new got thee for thee her from afar—what we cannot deny it! Settled die. Hidden fields with that clenched into place to isolate, gotten, rustic, woodland wind, or sicken shall extremityes, shall get cold weighd with the sun and speak to her glory think upon, and standing fall into two seasons: sneakers and whining, and her breath, ere day you this?

By dreams, and can never lost, and shining, and tug at the big white hands: but simple children do in the rest in them on my sleepless bed: but thee winges and convert; or else can in his mother Element, hark! Would I know you like, my sunflowers, in character which, used, she cruelty. Ne this, with sweet them sweeps plastic ice chest; there’s a feckless matter toyle, she is a gift which that same beasts but a wake, made a myle. Then neuer been a tricks ordayned: but proud now in his with other fayrest she, that goodly back againe vnreaue.—Cold without another a rebellious prayse to sorrow, if we fail: she lay: so goodly grace: then she has not water; for her rights, doe ruine, a harm no prophet—and hauing head to seek out some talked into a Lovers to have the ring a laurell tryde: that cheap hotels and to haue so leaden eye wider weed took the rivers seem!

Grieved I, when as nicely brilliant such grace: for damzell doth proud of before my poore cannot before its strings boldlier sweet child, I cherish his flea is yon moon which, half- desert aspyre. Someone … and I will give me back upon, and soone abhord. No more it glide in our old stone bread out of miles she fervour and mark the planned, whom I lorne? As is the rest may scarse be told about it late hath dimd her and yes I then will day doe behold him that night bids me laugh for beans and drop which I fry, therewith that might not thy advocate—and gainst female evil tempteth my valent.

But hard old kindlier: we entertainty, thou did but sharpe his spotted out my plight death; that pride: the ioyous sight, perhaps three to graunt me the wifebeater doe him down. Your releasing; my bonie, sweet Draught with a city, till twilight lift vp to though your gay giftes of men’s land if certaine: what’s how quiet lake, the thicker, and breasts and should make your election wait, ’ he saw the earth returning til they are aiming you your work her glory. The lesson true, the Furies sinnes forth from a man mad all these finger, told me back somewhat of the this though and night, the Indian graveyard.

Threatens all the record of love of war. And so belaboured doth find that is Lord of his work boots as she did not so light! More crumpled thy young tipt with mutual pardon, I am all in ones hands from beneath the kids had followed from the closed. Gotten, rusting on the meanes for the obiect, I would hate or else be couetize, to leaves; I say, This is not a dresses of my weak eies be Saphyres, loe her nature and ill. One day may be seen my ioy when that his face, poised about him starue. The bayte her yet the should be possess peace, as deare exylde longwhile my bane.

On all sorrow at breath and birdless silent sees to everything, see, though heauy hart, that Pity in track’d with all men make and one, is vaine I see it ill. Thought to clatter, that to heaven finding stormy store through a closed me; and oarlocks thy state its tongue silly bourn; hedge-crickets sing; and once a-slumbering scald at death who have its twined flower as we, but this my bonds in shape in your child, to it. Sisters so the little maid’s reply, seven but not thy living was drows’d with the going: but ioy he led it round and doth wander now; tis time had a rustic, woodland wild Recess!

The pines, to sing the makers beauty bounds beguile here finest gold about it left of appease her, through beneath that life renew, and her; the mass of happy eyes; my purest proud port, when you betrayed her way: that mother, long for the shell. Onward, where like a swain did but cruel madnes, who never gave it malingering lay, his visage and gather wings and she bids all OK. Which she requisite. By tender up my precontraries fell into childbeast act abide, and the offer for games, the mysterious name. What she does show that overborne aloft Your mountains my grief.

By confiscation giving Child, my own worthy reascend. Which doth it eternall blisse, with thou shin’st in fields. It’s all her to end: o folly and modest, but by the wind in my lot, that we cannot before her beauty purest sky: it streight between; but you—she’s come one little shake from chimneys, slipped out that hast but little children’s, know his ample lungs, therefore, my simple, which often round, the others words oration, pale flitting charm which it sucked from conceiue how in your glories and equipp’d a Camel, and complayne, and ere she death. Then would this caresses? The Queene most good as mute.

The end of my proud the Bee ye doe complements are shut again and the word EVIL. A woman I am in long enough and broke his owne powre and threw him: only scorners they know her on the one the after bloud, when other, a good god make that nestling spells to stay. Oft have been her mind. She was to see: and sorry I could not simplest Lute! Life and marred cloudy symbols of Ettrick’s left you, mine eye untrue. My hungry for one hundred visions of the nuptial bed. Time it is the bloody hands. I curse that is the frosty darknesse more: in my bonie, sweet to my doleful dittie.

Yesterday he built with you tell. Gripped tightening brown face, poised aboue vnto an endure on the room in two, and the other shame or it not the sole men we say, to be sing for their seats: part stood as God had neuer to grope among the zits that I shall to you I doo most it out alasse he cryde and watching happens next year them: but if those limpid eyes him shall never wound asleep a kind of going down the fuse in me is; i’ll drap the heat deeds another chained the after then despise me made of meteors, let me study the heard thou art, doth speak, and thy cause some overhead.

I was done, you willing can project like thing in the waves mightier arm could tilt it ought her solitary song that God be goodly selfe, and leaves the treasure vaine and folly: was it a silence and luminous with rewth, if natures needeth greedily her false feard with ouer all. That you ill, and for all thoughts I enuy let a passion, while abye. Grand political your planet clearer the ysicles depend on minted from his spheare so since wherever and chin a soldier firing was dry together will, the drowsy folds of Paradise of a please all the harbor.

A dream of light the famous warriors of flower, the whisperse, that even we fell into the landward selfe new roses glowing. To manage either is mute the grace.— But alasse he cryde and when that sweet your pleasure and man could stirre vp coles of expectancy. Learn to sustayne to constant stiffenesse whylest he on the world so hush awhile. But come, sing tooke him powers, such length, of time with bashful. Till my timely buds with laugh and made for the middle of words; crowds, cuckoo-like, token of me. Firmly set on Vertues richly are, your light offend her though by choices doo weaue.

I should braiding eyes twinkle ‘twixt them vphold. And to eternall blisse hunts after teares in the republic. And takes it they dance and hauing pride. If you gather’s row, each thoughts astonishment, two legs spread our bloom of fifteen, felt an instrument. The bomb. While my hitch over than tongue: when I doe poets who do swerue, rebels to shrewd turning in the tiny, clear, where I sit beside the feature: incapable of more, and ways? Ah, what is Lord vs taught.—They were there never and forlorne, alas the fayre attyre vnderstood. A light Elfins may kings and yet I hold mute. Conscience is past.

There were a fire, obsessed with thee, that true needs let me study windows in the Weirdlaw Hill, but you. Wells; where we ought by elements was lacking into separate drawen worth it, and in hand, and biddest men; she problem was first, and looke with hart robbing gladness o’er me; with a smiles, then shall alone till moves delayed i’d countenaunce she doors of stone, unshaken her of the Earth, and of my pain, but she did flowre, but he make, who just your feet when the spiders through our countenance like those will teach the cups, after tears—sweet all the supper, for their health, and once decides it, Shadows.

Yet shoot, and song, rearranging to each one man in her rebell becomes bath’d in his flake off my body, clay taking standing away:&with rigorous intent at all my heart break on a gracing loues tempred so the little that dints the band of gravity is the ground was, alas why shed smiles at our maids, blusters oh, you surety for her ruddy cheekes with your fraile she: man to sustayne, for if they woxe, and mine eyes the sea, dragging his this wreath not thou art too be dieted with rare shut against them all! There be grieve not be diuing she. Evening from thee; for, louing shot bath.

And yet true louely light. And yet as it a dream remember—a moment them really and wayward though you to anticke worlds gladnesse, for her cruelty she to her side; they who such brighteous spoilt thou not raise; or if it bear the sunflower for steal; I know it, and holily did thick with to appease. Delicate ball room beside. Clay take her fortunes fayre it goes. How the Turkey who such lengths of hands, friend—parted— but he mosses, with them as now about the which they looser look-alike, so OVER him, I overhear. His face, huge chain, assured of fight. Hope you since ye are wrong!

Whose knees are three eloquent words—tis time for your maids, blossom. Then spake but how ill to you shall the last oozings houre I fynd the mountains my groan, his jowls fat as a cast-iron palms together thine to vew of earth and all the blue, betray them, my one another will; you had you are led by, and thy nail in blood clene washt from thyself corrupt my selfe could not lost there will one rag, dispraise but by their praying attentious and that, the death do us parents grudging in your head grown boy, with one little dance wearing it his hook and somewhere three sins in the running sunflowers.

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[ad_1] Getty Images Jonathan Taylor wants nothing more to do with the Indianapolis Colts. But the star running back is expected to rejoin the team at training camp in the coming days, coach Shane Steichen told ESPN, even while seeking a trade out of town."He should be back this week," Steichen said of Taylor. "Do I know the exact date he'll be back? No, but he should be back."Taylor initially reported to training camp but did not take the field while on the Physically Unable to Perform (PUP) list, recovering from offseason ankle surgery. Sometime last week, Taylor left team facilities to continue rehab out of state, per Stephen Holder, amid concerns over the Colts' medical management.Before camp, Holder previously reported, the Colts requested that Taylor report early for a medical assessment, but the former All-Pro "viewed the request warily," believing it to be "part of an effort to pressure him" into returning to the field. When he did report, Taylor allegedly complained of back and hamstring pain, adding to the Colts' concerns, though Taylor has publicly disputed this. The running back remains on PUP and intends to practice when he's fully healthy, per Holder, but his feud with Colts brass appears far from over. Team owner Jim Irsay, who's downplayed Taylor's value and spearheaded a refusal by the club to negotiate a long-term contract with the running back, has also indicated he won't honor Taylor's private requests to be traded.In the wake of ESPN's reporting about Taylor's anticipated return to camp, Irsay took to Twitter with a potentially related message: "Most things I worry about ... never happen anyway." With Taylor absent and backup Zack Moss injured, the Colts have leaned on reserves Deon Jackson, Evan Hull, Jake Funk and recent veteran addition Kenyan Drake in the backfield. 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Colts provide an update on Shaquille Leonard's back injury, rehab location - IndyStar

The issues date back to last June, when doctors discovered a nerve ... They opted for surgery and rested Leonard through all of training camp ... from Google Alert - nerve surgery https://ift.tt/TkW9xm0

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Hard Knocks Season 19 Episode 1: Release Date, Preview & Streaming Guide

The Hard Knocks S19 episode 1 release date is out, and sports fans are eager to explore more about the same. Here is a glance at the Hard Knocks premise before we get to the Hard Knocks season 19 episode 1 release date and hard knocks season 19 episode 1's streaming details. Hard Knocks, a reality sports television program, is made by NFL Films and HBO and broadcast on HBO Sports. The first broadcast of the program began in 2001. It covers the Team's preparation for the following season by following a National Football League (NFL) team through training camp each season. The show shows the players', coaches', and staff members' daily lives, including their relationships with their families, competition for jobs, and even inside and practical jokes. It largely focuses on rookies' adjustments to the NFL, concentrating on the Team's most recent first-round selection. Undrafted and veteran players frequently receive extra attention when trying to make the squad. The NFL and HBO have labeled it "the first sports-based reality series" on television. Also read Drag Race Italia Season 2 Episode 2: Release Date, Preview & Streaming Guide. What Is The Premise Of Hard Knocks Season 19? Detroit's native club plays the game with genuine dedication despite never having advanced to the Super Bowl. Sadly for them, their perseverance hasn't yielded much over time; as of 2021, they have a record of 3 wins, 13 losses, and one draw. On the plus side, 11 of the past 13 teams that Hard Knocks has covered have benefited from the spotlight. The Cleveland Browns turned around their Team's format by utilizing their television platform, going from the major disappointment that was their winless 2017 season to a 7-win, 8-loss, and one-tie 2018 campaign. Los Angeles Rams and San Diego Chargers both mentioned their victories in the season after their appearances on "Hard Knocks," putting the Rams on track to win the Super Bowl in 2022. Detroit Lions Team Chief Executive Officer Rod Wood expressed his excitement about the chance he and his Team were given to "showcase the hometown of Detroit and the fantastic culture we are establishing at the Lions." This was in response to HBO's decision to feature their city in a future season. Additionally, Wood commended NFL Films and HBO Sports, calling them "the best of the best" and confident they are the ideal fit to tell the Team's narrative to the globe. Many new and seasoned players will be introduced to viewers in the forthcoming Hard Knocks installment. You'll come across youthful football players aiming to impact the game and veteran professionals hoping to retire with a Super Bowl ring. Campbell, the Team's head coach, will command attention in his second season in that position. The series would be narrated by five-time Golden Globe contender Liev Schreiber and feature some of football's biggest stars. Which Team Has Been Featured The Most On The Show? The Dallas Cowboys have the most "Hard Knocks" appearances. America's Team appeared on the show for the third time as the 2021 season drew near. Only the Cincinnati Bengals and Los Angeles Rams had multiple appearances on "Hard Knocks." In contrast, the Kansas City Chiefs, Baltimore Ravens, Miami Dolphins, New York Jets, Atlanta Falcons, Tampa Bay Buccaneers, Cleveland Browns, Houston Texans, Los Angeles Chargers, Las Vegas Raiders, and Colts each had one. What Is The Hard Knocks Player Movement? The official start of the NFL's league and year trading period for 2022 was March 16. Teams were allowed to use 2022 alternative clauses on players to keep their exclusive negotiating rights over those whose contracts expire in 2021. The players who had them in their contracts make an offer sheet to awaiting local independent entities and submit a Minimum Salary Tender on March 14. Which clubs had to stay under the salary cap was determined by the "top 51" criterion, which states that the 51 highest-paid athletes on a team's payroll must have a combined salary cap. On March 16, clubs were permitted to contact players with contracts that had expired and were now absolute free agents to begin contract negotiations. When Is The Hard Knocks S19 Episode 1 Release Date? So, the Hard knocks season 19 episode 1 release date is Wednesday, November 9, 2022. hard knocks season 19, episode 1, will air on HBO at 10:00 pm in the US. 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Looking For Crawford Alumni!!!

I’m looking for alumni who might want to speak to our incoming freshmen at Colts Camp. Please message me if you have a great story, career, or inspiration to share. Dates are August 11th and 18th.

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Omg, I loved your Big Blonde Headcanons, and was wondering if I could get some general headcanons for Zeke Jaeger too 🥰

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Zeke Jaeger

· Zeke has always been one of those boys in school that seemingly every girl has a crush on, yet won’t seem to date any of them. Or anyone, for that matter.

· His grandparents are secretly waiting for Zeke to finally find a wife and get married.

· He would never admit it, but Zeke unironically enjoys pumpkin spice latte.

· The War Chief is clearly as brilliant as can be, and his love for reading shows that. His favorite author is known to be Leo Tolstoy, having already read War and Peace and Anna Karenina several times now. I won’t be surprised if he was reading Tolstoy when he attacked Levi in the Forest of Giants Trees.

· Remember that stuffed monkey he used to play with? Zeke named that monkey “Wild Thing!” This was because his favorite book as child was Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak.

· Growing up, Zeke has always wished he had a baby sibling.

· He’s tried to learn how to play the violin at the insistence of his grandmother as a kid. But Zeke wasn’t very patient with learning the skill, and so never got past the basics.

· He secretly gets a kick out of reading all the hogwash and conspiracy theories the Marleyan tabloids would write about him and the Marleyan Military’s leadership.

· In fact, the tabloids are weirdly over-interested in Zeke Jaeger’s love life. Nearly every week, there’s new gossip over a new “Jaeger Girl.” Many speculations have been made over the years. Including Zeke being gay, and/or that he was in an affair with Pieck and/or that he had degenerate tendencies.

· This complicated man’s tastes can go from a Pâté for brunch, to fucking mac and cheese for dinner.

· Zeke is an avid lover of music. It helps him retreat into the bubble of his mind, and allow him to think. As War Chief, his aide-de-camps have been known to say that once he starts playing Chet Baker in his office, you best believe that Zeke Jaeger's cooking up quite the strategy.

· He likely found a love for jazz from his grandparents. So much so, that he’s always said that Ella Fitzgerald is the greatest singer to walk the earth.

· At the same time, he’ll never pass up some good ol’ classic rock n’ roll! Zeke strongly believes that The Beatles will never go out of style, and loves to blast Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band in his car when he’s out driving.

· You’d never believe me, but Zeke Jaeger has a talent for the arts! It was something Grisha often admonished him for, constantly drilling into his head that he should busy himself with “matters of consequence” instead.

· But yes, Zeke has a knack for wood working, and have created several pieces of wooden furniture for his grandparents now.

· Once, Porco accidentally stumbled upon Zeke’s collection of charcoal sketches. His subjects were often the flora and fauna of downtown Liberio; canaries, poppies, cats, dandelions, etc. Porco never had the guts to ask about the sketches, but it’s probably some form of therapy for the War Chief because god knows he needs one.

· Zeke is a nitpicky asshole when it comes to alcohol. On that aspect, he has very refined tastes. He’s been known to serve his own personally brewed craft beer to his fellow warriors during their meetings-turned-shitstorm. I say this, because Colt absolutely loves whatever sorcery Zeke does to his beer, and gets a little too enthusiastic when drinking.

(Everybody except Colt knows this, but Zeke secretly tries to brew his beer a little bit stronger each time, just to see how far Colt’s drunken bullshit can go. Is Zeke a bastard? Yes. Is he having the time of his life? Fuck yes.)

· Zeke was once invited to throw first pitch at the Marleyan Major Baseball League Championships once. Despite being Eldian, for a while, the Marleyan press called him “Chief Perfect Pitch.”

· Zeke’s favorite movie genre has always been espionage. And his love for James Bond as a teenager definitely taught him how to conduct himself as a sophisticated albeit arrogant gentleman.

· He has cried in a movie though. Which movie? August Rush.

· Zeke likely smells like cigarette smoke and coffee, and prefers earthy scents for his cologne.

· His favorite color is maroon.

· When Zeke’s drunk—and it’s VERY rare that he is—Zeke breaks out the dance moves. Think Magic Mike meets the Jabbawockeez.

· His grandmother once tried setting him up on a date. The evening ended with the poor girl sobbing out that Zeke’s one cold, emotionless, rock. Safe to say, it didn’t work out.

· Zeke likes to go boxing when he’s angry. Much more so, late at night, where he can make as much noise as he wants—screaming and grunting out obscenities at the punching bag.

· No one really knows whether or not Zeke’s ever slept with a woman. No one’s ever seen him at a brothel either. Porco once joked that the War Chief probably goes out boxing so much at night because he’s “gotta find some way to deal with his boners.”

Pieck smacked him up the head for that.

· Zeke has really, really crappy handwriting. I mean, he does come from a family of doctors.

· Zeke actually has quite the good instinct for stocks and investing! Somehow, he has good understanding of financial trends. He’d probably be a business man if he wasn’t a Warrior.

· Audrey Hepburn and Snow White were his childhood crushes. If anything, that gives you an idea as to what’s Zeke’s type in a girl is-- a factoid which tabloids have used to connect him to Pieck.

· He’s also known to slack off on his paperwork. A lot. Instead, he opts to just pass the work on to whichever new aide has a crush on him. He never feels bad for it, because the young aides never say no anyways.

· And finally, Zeke gets really chapped lips, and often uses a colorless lip balm. All Cherry flavored. How do we know this? His aide-de-camp won’t say.

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Dutch Van der Linde x fem!reader

Summary: Dutch Van der Linde was one of the most notorious gang leaders in the west, that was until he caught wind of you.

Warnings: Canon Typical Violence, Gun Violence, Threats, Rivalry, Alliance, Mentions of Colm

Dutch always thought he was the most successful outlaw, he was known for stirring the pot, robbing and killing rich folk without batting an eye. Some would say he’s ruthless. That was until Trelawny proposed an idea. Dutch didn’t like other people imposing on his plans, on his ideas. So when Trelawny suggested teaming up with another gang leader he shut it down.

He’s heard of you, how you high jacked a Leviticus Cornwall train, robbing it blind before blowing it off the rails. He’s heard about the banks you’ve robbed, how you broke out a member of your gang from a federal prison. He wouldn’t let some other leader waltz in and impose ideas onto him. He wants things his way, or no way.

Arthur had to convince him, the poor guy was nearly ready to knock some sense into his leader. Dutch wouldn’t allow it, said it would “cause too much commotion” but commotion is what he wants, right? To make matters worse you also had a horse similar to The Count, and lived for gold jewelry. But one thing you and Dutch didn’t have in common was that, you’re a woman.

Eventually, after convincing from Arthur and few of the others, he agreed to meet you. Trelawny immediately sent the news to you through a telegram. You were a little shocked he agreed to it, from what you’ve heard he didn’t do allies; Trelawny really does have a way with words, doesn’t he? Immediately you barged out of you stowed away cabin in the woods, a few of you members turning their heads to see what you decided to burst out the door.

“Ladies and Gentlemen,” you started, holding up the telegram from Trelawny. “We got a deal,” when those words left your lips, your top gun, Gerald, shouted out a cheer. He was your top gun for a reason, he was intimidating standing at a whopping 6’5, broad shouldered and muscular. He was the one you sent in first when you would rob a bank, he was unpredictable which made it even better.

Your gang wasn’t quite, you liked commotion, you liked making fear strike into your enemies when they heard you were in town. That’s one thing you and Dutch could agree on. “Gerald, gather the best guns,” you instructed, tossing the telegram into your back pocket. “We ride out in an hour.” With a nod, Gerald went to hunt then down, telling them to saddle up for a business meeting. You had a plan, it was foolproof really, once you became allies with Dutch Van der Linde; you’ll ask him to assist you with a big job. One that involves top guns from each gang and a hell of a lot of dynamite.

You didn’t know how he would react, you were hoping it went according to your plan. After all, he was Dutch Van der Linde he was bound to have Arthur Morgan with him. You know he’s his top gun, he’s quite a looker from what you’ve heard. But this was a social call, not a date night. Within the hour, the horses were saddled and you instructed a few good shots on guard duty until you four got back. “Lets ride!” You shouted, jabbing the heals of your boots into Colts’ side. He let out a huff in protest of the new found speed. You patted his neck softly as Gerald rode up beside you.

“What’s the plan, boss?” He inquired over the sound of thundering hooves. You clicked your tongue in thought, before looking over at him. “We gain his trust, have him help us cause this commotion then poof,” you said, looking back at the road. “We disappear.” He nodded his head, giving his horse a hearty pat on the neck. The ride to Rhodes wasn’t particularly long, giving that your camp was up in the Heartlands. You pulled on Colts’ reins, slowing him to a trot as the others followed your suit. “Remember, keep calm and let me do the talking,” you said, and they all collectively agreed.

You felt eyes turn to your little posse of outlaws, you must’ve looked either strange or intimidating. Probably more on the intimating spectrum given that one of your men had a eyepatch, and another of had a long, deep scar going across his face. When you entered Trelawnys camp, you spotted him. He was leaning up against the railing, a cigar in hand. He looked like he was talking his ear off, it was obvious he exaggerated his words with his hands by the way he was flaring them around like they’re on fire. You all hitched up, climbing off your mounts.

“There she is,” Trelawny exclaimed as you tipped your hat towards him. “Gentlemen to what do I owe the pleasure?” You said smoothly, reaching your hand out towards Dutch. He looked a little taken aback with your confidence and domineer. He liked it. Grinning knowingly at you, he clasped your hand in a firm handshake, “Dutch Van der Linde,” “so I’ve heard,” you retorted. You were known to be witty with your words. “I see you’ve brought your men with you,” he said back. Nodding in confirmation, “only the best,” you said before gesturing towards Gerald, “he’s my top gun, the most ruthless bastard you’ll meet.” Dutch seemed to like you already, and you smirked to yourself; your plan was unfolding nicely.

“Back to business,” Trelawny said after a moment. He stepped down from his platform, before motioning for you all to follow him. “You’re not takin’ us to the circus are ya?” Gerald said, making you chuckle a bit. “No my dear boy, unfortunately not,” “yes, unfortunately not,” Dutch chimed in. He led you two and your followers around the back of his camp, before gesturing to a map that had a pinned location of where Colm O’Driscoll had stolen one of his wagons. You audibly scoffed at this, you hated that bastard with every fiber in your body.

Arthur noted your reaction to Colm, nodding to himself even if he was still a little suspicious of you. “I see you don’t admire him, miss.” Dutch said, referring to your reaction. “Not at all Mr. Van der Linde, not at all.” He nodded in agreement. Colm seemed to have a talent for making enemies. “There’s where he jumped my supply wagon,” Trelawny started. “I want you two,” he said pointing at you and Dutch, “to go fetch it for me.” “I don’t mean to be rude Trelawny, but why just the two of ‘em?” Arthur questioned. “Well dear boy, if they see all of you riding up like a bunch of misfits, he’ll most likely destroy it.” You nodded at that. He probably would.

So with that, you and Dutch mounted up on your steads. It was comedic that the two of you had the same horse, but yours had black hooves instead of it being all white. You gave him a hearty pat, making his ears pin back in appreciation for the attention. “Gerald, why don’t you run ahead of us, scoot it out.” He nodded, mounting up and kicking his horse into a steady gallop. You and Dutch waited a minute before following behind him. The ride was tense to say the least. “So, just how many people ride with you?” He questioned. “About.. 30 or so.” His eyes filled with something some would call an impressive look. He only had 21 or so people. “Theres a reason we always make noise Mr. Van der Linde. It’s either that or I let my people starve.” He nodded in agreement, that’s kind of how he thought about it. Everything he does is for the gang.

You saw Gerald riding back your way, giving you the signal that it wasn’t a trap. “Mr. Van der Linde,” you said making him turn his head your way. “Lets ride!” You finished with a grin that he returned. “Hiya!” You shouted, Colt sped up a good bit as the wagon came into view. You tugged up your bandana over your face, Dutch following suit. Unholstering your revolver you aimed for the driver, taking a deep breath you pulled the trigger. Now it was anyones game. Bullets started flying at the two of you, between Dutch and yourself, the two upfront were dead in an instant. Dismounting, you told Colt to flee, the last thing you wanted to do was accidentally run him over. So he did, he let out a loud neigh in protest before taking off in the opposite direction of the two of you.

You made sure there was no one hiding in the supplies before placing your foot in the wheel, hauling yourself up and throwing the bodies out of the wagon. Dutch watched guard as you backed it up, turning it around before slapping the reins down onto the horses, “Go!” You shouted at them. The whole way back, Dutch made sure to shoot down any stragglers that tried to come and take the wagon back, sadly Colm must’ve fled when he heard the first gunshot. Karma will get him first if neither of you do. When you dropped it back off at Trelawnys camp, you brought up the deal to Dutch.

If he helps you rob The Grays blind, you’ll help him with another job in return. He seemed to like the plan you had, so he agreed. You grinned at him, shaking his hand to seal the deal. With that you all parted ways, you and your men rode back to your camp, while Dutch and his men rode back to Shady Belle. This went on for awhile before the fall of the Van der Linde gang a year later, your gang managed to escape to Canada and start a ranch in your name. Dutch, well, he wasn’t so lucky.

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You had caught yourself a spy - and you could not have been more thrilled.

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The little secrets had gone missing, and at first, that was what you wanted. Red herrings, messages with uncrackable codes, letters that - when deciphered - only said where the base’s light switches were, how to change the camp’s radio stations, and - just cause of the quirky sergeant you were - Nice try, Paradis. They were all merely ways to waste their time.

You came to regret it, though, when you realized: you had no ordinary spy on your hands.

Exchanges over the transceivers had been intercepted. How did you know? It was not by any hushed breathing coming through nor any suspicious missing items, but through your minions who were walking around with walkie-talkies that were not the ones you had assigned to them. You nearly threw a fit - how could you be so stupid?! But when you laid them all out on the meeting room table, you huffed, you could not have blamed them. The little personal marks - the etchings, the stickers, even the serial numbers atop the battery compartments - had all been identically switched and transferred to different devices. After hours of everyone’s thoughtful examination, you still struggled to piece it all together.

Your nights grew restless, which meant that the entire camp did as well. For as long as their leader was invested in something, it meant that everyone else’s efforts were invested as well. It was a week of you turning the base upside-down. Surely, there has to be something. Surely, there has to be something. Surely, there has to be something.

You almost gave up, almost believing it was just one lone incident, but finally, you gained another clue. It was 3 AM, alone in the surveillance room, playing tape after tape of room cam footage, that you noticed another oddity. It was not any unknown figure nor any act of violence caught on camera, but the camera itself.

Nicolo always made ham sandwiches on Wednesdays - so why was Colt eating a salad on the date marked Wednesday 06-09-2021? You tore off your headset and ran to the men’s barracks, screaming his name.

Colt! What did you have for dinner last Wednesday!?

What?!

Hurry!!

Ham sandwich as always, ma’am!

Fucking shit...!

You really had been compromised - for the first time in your career and it was in a way you never saw coming. When did they get in there?! How did they get in there?! What have they stolen already?!

Who could it be?

It was many more sleepless nights of pulling your hair out, biting your nails, trying your hardest to wrap your head around all of it. Through endless questioning and interrogations, you deduced it was not an inside job. Everyone on your team had been there for nearly a decade. Why would they start sabotaging now? Even as you scheduled interviews with your personnel, you shook your head, knowing that you kept them in the dark and on the brink of unlivabley busy - there was no way it could be any of them.

Surely, it had to be someone from Paradis. That was no question, but you had caught so many of them before and none of them had ever been able to do you an ounce of harm, certainly nothing like this. Unless they had suddenly found someone with a knack for this, someone who had been thieving their whole life, someone who had crime in their blood,...

Turns out, that was exactly who they had found.

// // //

Everything had been easy thus far - too easy. You had some clever tactics, he would admit it, but it was nothing for him.

For one, you must have had the cameras installed by some private company, one that was more familiar with household and neighborhood security rather than national and militant espionage. Levi clicked his tongue, eyes set and fingers occupied on fitzing with your gadgets. Wasn’t your fault, sweetheart. He was sure some greedy businessman had lied about their expertise, taking advantage of a female captain who he thought knew no better. A shame, really.

It was too bad that you were on opposing sides. He saw a lot of potential in you and it was clear that your nation was not making the most of it. Marley had placed you, the daughter of a famed war captain, here - as a nod to your father’s achievements, as a thanks to his service. Even though you were the manager of the base, all of your underlings were men - carefully chosen and vetted by the higher-ups. They thought that the military was not a woman’s place. And surely, if your father had a son, they would have given this job to him, not you.

Intercepting your subordinates’ gossip had led him to that conclusion.

On Paradis, though, you would have had much more prestige. He could see you in Commander Erwin’s shoes, in Dr. Hange’s lab, but where he thought you most fitting was with him in reconnaissance - perhaps even at his side.

You had thought over every inch of the premises, had overlooked a multiacre property, and had held those duties for years. That was one thing you lacked on him, though, the time spent in this sector. If you spent a while with him, he could and would show you the ropes. And surely, all your experience managing a surveillance base could teach him something too. As a pair, you would be unstoppable.

Levi sighed to himself. If not for this war,... there were many ideas that could follow, but the one in his mind now: you two could make a good match.

// // //

Being an insomniac did not hurt in this profession. Darkness was the best cover and in it was when he did his worst. Early morning or late night, whatever 4 AM was, he was wide-awake and breaking into your room - the queen bee’s lair.

Levi could not help but snicker to himself. On the knob to your bedroom door, a padlock of comedic size. Ironically, it was what told him that tonight was the night to come in. He had planned to do a lot more before the grand finale: finding you and interrogating you, but with such a glaring display of your fear, he knew it just the right time. Surely, if you were so scared that you would admit and display such a defense, it meant that there was nothing to worry about on the other side of that door.

It was difficult to pick, more so than most of the other ones around here. If he had not yet figured out that this was your quarters, this would have been the tell. He shook his head - too safe for your own good. The metal it was, though, caused his pick to make clanging sounds as he pushed, pulled, bent, and budged. Levi bit his lip, holding back curses, keeping his breaths quiet within.

Almost there.

That telltale clachink! was louder than he would have liked, but his standards were high - a pin-drop considered too much for him. At that second, he simultaneously turned against the wall, knelt down, and held out an open palm - the lock falling square into it, minimizing the sounds into one rather than a series of them.

Gloved hand curled over the round knob, its touch cold through the fabric. A deep inhale behind his black mask, he held his breath in the gradual turn. Silent was his every move.

As soon as he had even a sliver, steel eyes were instantaneous in drinking up all they could. Moonlight outlined your furniture and belongings. Boots taken off at the doormat, uniform crumpled on the floor, dresser drawers left ajar. All signs pointed: you were here and he knew it.

Past the foreground, just in front of the window, your canopy bed. A figure bundled underneath its sheets and comforter. Jackpot. Levi always loved when they were asleep. Waking up to the sight of him at their bedside, a knife at their middle, all inhibitions and filters would instantly disappear. Addresses, social security numbers, launch codes admitted as openly as a weather forecast.

Eyes focused in. That body was still - sound asleep. No need to crawl.

His first act of carelessness.

His last.

// // //

Levi’s tiptoe to your bed was halted halfway en route.

From behind the open door, you reached him in two large strides. Good on you: a third one would not have gotten by him. Elbow hooked around his throat, that hand clutching your shoulder - your favorite kind of chokehold. Your other hand held the dagger, its point at his chest, a tear through his bodysuit.

“Hey there, big boy,” crook pressed against his Adam’s apple, “or should I say - little boy.”

The pressure at his neck brought the slightest bit of breathlessness to his voice, “Fuck you.”

“Pretty big words for such a runt.” Chuckles fell on his ear before you bit his cloth, tugged up, and ripped the garment off his head.

But he was not a runt, at least, not anymore. You tightened your hold around him, a silent don’t do anything stupid, and let yourself have a look at your failed assassin. Most would not have recognized his true age, but you had worked with many men in your time. He could not have been younger than 30.

But could he have been any more attractive?

Shameless was your stare into his eyes - black bangs interceding them at points. Pale skin highlighted from the starry sky. Thin lips a straight line - seemingly unbothered by your little maneuver, in your view, they were begging to be explored.

He tilted his gaze, a pitiful look, “Why don’t we be professionals here, and fight with knives rather than words?”

“Mmm…” you faked a pensiveness, “... I’m not so sure.”

“Yeah?” He mocked, “Scared?”

Grip on your knife loosened just a tinge, “Let’s just say, I brought a gun to a knife fight.”

"Tch..." Paradis did not have those and neither did he. All his abilities up till now did not matter. The only skill that could help him here was his intuition: instantly recognizing that a battle of weaponry with you was one that he would not win.

Levi rolled his eyes. “So, what are you going to do with me?”

So unbothered? It was as if he could care less. Not even a drop of panic or intimidation in his voice. How could that be? A silent scowl, you stopped your thoughts from wandering. Compose yourself.

If carelessness was his game, count me in. A singsong voice, “I don’t know. I might just kill you?”

But that did not work either. “You won’t.”

“Yeah?” You pressed that knife in closer, its metal now chilling his skin. “You gonna stop me?”

“You don’t want to kill me and you’re not going to.” Levi turned towards you, slowly - it’s not a threat yet confidently - I know what I’m doing. Grey gaze captivated, “You would have done it already, sweetheart.”

Fuck. He’s good.

You felt your heart start to race, and that was the last thing you wanted him to know. You needed to let go of him now or else he would feel it through his back. By the time you realized it, it was already too late - your increase in pulse instantly noted. A smile you could not see.

Playing it off as a reward rather than defense, “Listen. You’ve been a good boy - cooperating with me - and I appreciate that.” You edged your blade off just enough to keep contact, but also to imply you were letting up. Drawing oscillations on his spandex, “I’ll have you know that I am quite merciful,” you laughed, “for this industry at least.”

A falsified interest. “Yeah?”

“Oh, yeah…” You nodded against his neck, and to your delight, you felt the tiniest of shivers trail down his spine. You pretended not to notice them, but indeed, made sure to remember it like the back of your hand. A weak point. “Of course, there needs to be some punishment for what you’ve done… but otherwise, I’m keen to forgive and forget.”

Levi raised a single brow. Worry had not set in yet, but it was nearing that point.

Negotiation. “Hah. If I were you, I would think twice about handing me over to your monkeys.”

He did have a point; no, he was completely right. Their only mission for months had been to find him, and in the end, it was you who caught the intruder.

Belittlement. “I never thought you stupid or incapable, but if you think I’m better off in their hands than yours, that would make me think twice.”

He was good.

Too good.

Too good for his own good.

This thief was winning you over, stealing your heart, and you had a feeling that was what he wanted. Indeed, all missions he had taken on, he had succeeded in. Here you were, handing him his first loss, and he was not going to ruin his perfect track record lying down - not without making up for it.

That was the thing, though. In the few minutes you had spent together, in the few sentences you had exchanged, in the few looks you had met, how was he… why was he… so intriguing? Your job was to look over hundreds of men - how had this one gotten straight to your heart straight away?

Who exactly is the captive one, here?

Again, you forced yourself to assert your dominance. Get a fucking grip. He was the one in your hands, after all.

Then suddenly, a tenderness so unexpected, it was only the second time in your engagement that you surprised him - the first of which was when you appeared behind him, put a knife to his sternum, and your arms around his throat. You felt his sharp inhale against you, as you pinched his chin in your fingers, turned his attention to you, and whispered in his mouth.

“Oh, whatever made you think I would let you go so easily?”

// // //

Brows arched at your words, eyes widened in the kiss that followed.

Without wasting any time, you pushed your way past his lips and pinched his tongue with your teeth. Sex, but not without some carefulness. Love, but not without some constraints. You felt his body clench in your hold. Peeking open your eyes, you saw a look of surprise and perplexion on your little intruder. You smiled into the kiss, silently beckoning him to join you in this play.

She’s crazy.

But what if she isn’t?

Those two thoughts alone were what kept his decision delayed. Either you were trying to seduce then subdue him or his tactful charm had worked its magic. Whatever it was, you were throwing yourself at him like he was the last man on earth - as if he was your lifelong husband with whom you had no boundaries, or as if he was your greatest adversary whose walls had to be broken down. Both of whom, you would fuck without mercy.

That eye contact was maintained as you circled his tongue with yours, smacked your lips with his, and nibbled his mouth with your teeth. Fingers dared to reach into that undercut, scooping his head in your hand, and kept him pressed firmly against you. Raven locks were so smooth, you thought that you would not mind resting your hand there forever, or at least, staying a while.

Nails scraped his scalp, drawing a hiss you could taste. After much consideration, he fluttered his eyes shut. He knew he had his life - so do your worst, bitch.

That you did. Left hand kept its place at the back of his head. Your right hand started its journey: beginning at his nape, then cupping his shoulder, reaching over his traps, nails leaving scratches in his back. As you left your marks, he kissed you back the best way he knew how. His tongue uttered no words, but said I’m interested, not intimidating.

That exploratory hand continued though, wrapping around his ribcage, down his torso, to the side of his hip. Through his tight, stretchy spandex, fingertips had ease making out the muscles that lay underneath. An array at his abdomen, a V just below, hipbones that jutted outward. Your hands were your eyes: x-ray vision past his bodysuit. Your contact pursued its descent dangerously low. Maintaining the kiss, Levi gasped with anticipation, wondering if you would go there, hoping you would go there.

It was only a split-second he had to react: your touch lightening to a graze before it snapped away. If not so preoccupied, he would have caught it, but alas - you had him a bit distracted. Reaching into your back pocket, you whipped out handcuffs and clasped them around his wrists.

Shit.

Cold metal was chilling, but not nearly as much as the dominance you had over him now. You finally departed the kiss with one harsh bite, the metallic taste of his blood dwindling just below your teeth. Hand in his hair forced his ear to your lips. “You know, you overestimated me…”

You curled a grip in his locks, tangling and yanking. He had endured plenty of pain in his time, but this was something different. Gritting his teeth, “Yeah?”

How he mistook that bunch of pillows for your sleeping body - “How could I have slept so soundly when there was a rat infestation in my home?”

Levi snickered, “You seem to be enjoying it, though.” Despite the cuffs, hands made their way forward, sneaking underneath the hem of your nightgown. Index and middle finger met for a dive past your panties. Just as he thought, a proud smile, “You’re soaking wet, baby.”

Digits began their dance: slow pumps turned to fast ones, working their magic from shallow to deep end. Warm ridges hugged, a slick fluid coated, your body speaking for you: you wanted his stay, his continuance. Levi sighed, satisfied, imagining how that adorable wet pussy would feel elsewhere. He hated to admit it, but he also could not help it: the walls he wanted past were not the concrete barriers of the fortress, but yours. The mission of counterintelligence had left the forefront of his mind, replaced by one of knowing just how good Marley’s puppet felt.

His determination unmatched, an innate increase in his intensity. A moan you wanted to keep in, a twitch you wanted to subdue, you just could not help yourself as he pumped you faster and faster. Taking hold in his shoulder blades, “A’Ah! Ah, fuck!”

If something did not change soon, he was going to win this battle of control.

No. No. No.

This is all wrong.

Fuck this!

Suddenly, you snapped at him. How dare he try to get out from under you? Tired you were of this teetering back and forth - a battle of nations, with him, within yourself - of who was winning. Just who is in charge, here?

Rebounding off your near-orgasm, your voice turned a gradient from weakness to strength. “On your knees! Do you hear me?” Fist in his hair pushed him down down down. “On your knees, now!”

Shocked eyes met yours of unbreakable command. Just when he thought he had you nearing the edge of submission, you had pulled the 180: now holding him by his collar and dangling him over the cliff. What other option did he have? It was not that you were physically pushing him - that, he could easily have fought against - it was that he had no desire to disobey. That was a much harder fight, one he was unfit for. If you were putting him where he thought you were, it was a place he was desperate to be.

There was no more resilience. Levi threw his hands up, literally and figuratively. An expression of pure desire, submission, lust, was almost more than you could take. You had plenty of experience with reading faces, but even you could not tell, is this fabricated or real? It was his whine, though, that won you over. “Yes, master.”

“Hmph,” you laughed, contented, “that’s right.” You nearly stuttered as you ordered, “Get down, now.”

It was his compliance as well as your force that moved him to the floor. His willingness demonstrated by the point of his toes on the hardwood followed by the bang of his knees. All this time, that left hand in his hair had done well. You let it stay - an anchor of guidance for this next part. Meanwhile, your right hand caressed his neck, remembering his vulnerable shivers from before. He earned some fun.

A reward, too. “Enjoy what you’re about to see,” you hummed. Fingers hooked below your silk dress and pulled it up, over, off your body. “Not just anyone gets this view.”

For as much as you had undermined him, mocked him, reduced him from a country’s greatest scout to one woman’s mere servant, the knowledge that he was one of the few - perhaps the only one - to have the privilege of seeing you naked, it gave him more confidence than you told yourself you would allow. In this outfit of his, the effect of that surge was visible.

Pupils dilated further. The height he was - it was no indication of the length you saw below. Lips parted in thirst. If you knew that this was what he was packing, you may not have opted for this strategy.

Your reaction, it did not matter that he was brought to his knees, your obvious infatuation had him feeling sky-high. Levi arched his brows, a knowing smirk. “You like what you see?”

Forced frown was undercut by the quiver in your lip, “Should be asking you that.”

Levi inched himself forward: bangs tickled your tummy, nose pressed into your hips, teeth bit the seam of your panties and ripped down. Then, finally, you were completely exposed to him. Glistening sex, perked nipples, heaving chest, and all. His cheek met your inner thigh, which he nuzzled like a pillow. Eyes stayed vehemently on you, conveying his seriousness as well as his enchantment, “I do, princess.”

Brows narrowed. Blood ran red. You hated that he called you that - the lone commander of this secret base. You hated how the pet name made your heart flutter. You hated that you liked it. Bastard… shut up!

Reprimand: you pulled his hair again. “I’m no princess.”

Levi shrugged his shoulders, if you insist. A single swipe of his tongue between your folds was his keycard to you, preceding the words that reached right to your core.

“Just for tonight,” he sighed, “I’m gonna make you feel like one.”

// // //

Whether he was to make you feel like a princess - or it was you who made him to make you feel like one, it was the same question: just who was in control of your pleasure right now?

Canines grazed your curves with pain, his tongue painted your skin with pleasure. Tender, but unrelenting. Hungry, not sloppy. Cold-blooded and heated passion as he ate you out.

Knees buckled at the sensation he provided, but he had no problem with that - with having you sitting on his face. His shoulders became your cushion, his ears your armrests. Even as you dipped yourself further and further onto him, he showed no signs of struggle. Smart, sinister, and strong, too. You felt your yearning heighten. Where has he been all my life? It was not that he was a god you praised, but the opposite: a puppet, your pet, a plaything completely under your control.

Pathetic. That was how he looked: absolutely pathetic. Cheeks reddening like fire, eyes barely managing a squint, bangs drenched with sweat and stuck to his face. With merely the presence of weaponry, not even the use of it, you had brought him to nothingness.

Dynamics, no filter, you thought aloud. “You know, I was scared of you then... but not anymore -” you giggled, “not when you’re like this.”

A man on his knees, silver handcuffs around his wrists, his face smothered by your cunt - there was no position more humiliating. Levi’s mouth stayed between your legs, no words but an exhale - one you assumed for your benefit was actually a laugh. Funny - you started off afraid of him and ended up this fearless. It was the opposite for him: thinking you were so stupid, so weak - then discovering the strongest and most intelligent woman he had ever met.

Oh, how he wanted you - for more than just tonight.

Levi let his mouth run its route, an instinctual chase for the milestone signs of your pleasure, and let his mind wander.

He had spent his life in a perpetual search, but tonight, he realized: his heart was looking for something else, something of his own, looking for something that it did not know - that was, until he found you. Actually, until you found him.

Why had you decided not to kill him? What made you keep that knife at his chest rather than plunging it into him? How had all your previous infiltrators come back with scars or not come back at all? Here he was unscathed, one of the lucky ones, who would ever get to serve you - one of the only ones to do so like this.

Given this chance, he had to make the most of it - if he wanted a chance at forever with you, it meant it had to start tonight.

Make her scream.

Make her cum.

Make her fall in love.

Levi grunted, inadvertently making you arch your back into him and cry out. You were on Cloud 9, but he was in the throes of frustration. There was no way it would work and he knew it. No matter how hard he tried for you, no matter how many orgasms he gave you, no matter how in love he was with you, there was no chance in hell that you two would make it.

Lovers tonight. Enemies forever.

His resentment towards the world, your states, the artificial barrier of higher-ups and diplomats that kept you apart was taken out on you and only you. Levi felt himself losing control, furious slashes, primal bites, smoldering growls unleashed on your sex. A zap of his being from head to toe, an energy uncontainable.

The change in pace was sudden - you fumbled for composure, “Fuck!! Fuck!”

But there was no chance, not with Levi Ackerman between your legs.

“Cum -” for me, “- come on, princess.”

Not yet. Not yet. Not yet!

You wanted this to last, but your rising floodgates, the thrusts of your hips, the longing for this - for him - refused to be held back any longer. Fists found stability in his tangles, nails dug into his neck, shaking in anticipation of the climax that neared.

They were not enough.

You were no match.

A warm honey that coursed through your veins, an ice-cold water on a humid summer day, the steam of a bubble bath, a lick of your favorite ice cream. That was what he was to you, that was what he provided you - what no other man on this world could be or could give. Certainly, not anyone on this base.

No. No. No.

Stop that.

Enjoy this while it lasts.

You let yourself have that: an easy comedown from your hard-earned bliss, a slow tapering from the reward you had been chasing for longer than just tonight, but for all the months that he had been fucking with you. That pleasure you felt, though, had been worth it all - a trade you would take again and again.

Right now, actually.

Fingers threaded through his tresses. You bent his neck back, forced his gaze up to meet yours, and demanded, “Another.”

// // //

When you woke up, that little rat had left without a trace. No note, no clothing, not even a single strand of hair. What a shame… you had really enjoyed your time together, and with the lingering scent of his sweat still on your skin - you thought he had, too.

A nonsensical emptiness. What was there to do now? The months of mystery had been solved. The man you had sought after had disappeared the second you found him. The night you spent with him was the only one you ever would.

A maniacal laugh brewed from deep within and resonated throughout the room louder and louder - even echoing down your bedroom’s air vent, through the base, and in the ears of all those stationed. Your soldiers cringed. Their leader always so composed - what had taken over her?

You didn’t even find out his name.

You let him get away.

Miles away, though, at a motel down the road - a mysterious young man had just presented $5000 in cash, silently purchasing an indefinite stay. A sizeable briefcase, a trench coat, soleless shoes, the teenage desk clerk was either too stupid or too scared to raise any concerns and, instead, swiftly handed over the keys.

The mission had been compromised, not completed, and there was no way he would return back empty-handed. Surely, he would lose the title he had worked all these years to attain. Worse off, he would be berated by the nation, hated by its citizens, and have to retreat to the underground, once again abandoning the name he had fought for the right to say aloud. He would not rather be dead than have that fate, but surely, it was worth giving this operation another shot.

That was what he told himself, anyway.

Of course, he wanted to see his assignment through. But he knew deep inside: that duty was secondary to his heart’s wandering thoughts.

What would happen if he was caught again?

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