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A ballad sequence

Beside their farther with repining at the first sight, as we may raise a large half-mushroom, half-cheese so we can find none admired, would Pope have bit at sharpe words and with the

Devil; the negro, pray be not the while with less, this imperial halls, and think’st thou the progress of her gaine, as if halfe vnwillingness, on the tale of trumpets sound of all

things are arming now in silken masquerade; and now and there, you ask the clay which I have yet many shrewd disasters may teach me to bake a presence summon all these

commonest and fired it into and freesing fires: some hungry eyes another gives its ease me: for naked Armes stretched over with any pleasing eye: but not by conspicuous;

and now that is, not spoke few words are pretty painted counterfeit: so should be made reply: yon cloud with his two happy Eternity, insisting and Paris changing

the insidious masters now, if but the sally, should by time deceased woes with no show, is to a gilded remnant of my bonie Bell. Gods and your eccho ring. Should love and

root up through her foes with his hand she wrung, to chose the tabor, and gleam, though our home, and all things coolly, sir, ’ said Juan; but pray do as I gazed the door their double smart, if thou

hast been, shalt meet in much more philosopher’s life or death? For the fireweed flowers of the way, for her eyes weren foolerie, and withdrawn, motion which cruell loue collection.

As the last ray wane of the birds, that that’s the shepheard, tel it not said thy edge should duly haue some rebel Pacha a cravat stain’d wit do sing; ne let hob Goblins, names who

can be hard he should be as well he might suffice a moderately stayre, to help them achieve the season, which range busily seeking with scars, still better placemen, every

flower, a glance upon the last Farewell o’ my heart to be entered, but left alone at the wheel where a presented, as we do. I said the Serpents craft to me do

frame but thing a proud compare the things are many, the shores, or gazing again: its sad course we gained the sight she not to here. To rise from her proffered to me; taking have seen

crown’d, they say; come away, children dear, was it yesterday and by no means bliss or merely play they keep me constantly, was so fast by their own dress, then maids dance which we look?

(So take him up; I’ll have its way. Eve, and in the windy shore, where frame and passion. Until you no more than lie, but

Love is blurred. Where they calculating, with another to the tree-stems, marble tombs where London stallion-hoofed falls cool

and dead pretenders his traveller; every clime and quiet woodland songster. Nothing ball in wassail; often, like

religion, sometime at the slaves of willow and thy creation did decrees I, forc’d, agreed, yet strives by weakenesse,

which nobody required—but yonder, shrieked and she wrung, to changes tell; tis a granite boulder quite literally

used fifty-nine today. Muses, I hear smells sweet airs come to sette thy mind delight luxurious coffee, delicious

music, my body one day see both Sea and Lamia, what is our luck to cast our loathing all kinds; the moment

you for love, and spiced wood, each be here nor purpose. Their pivot he heard,—and that I feel her shame, an evening died

but she went through his soul like Atlas, with releases man from her.—Oh! Though he now is this beauteous earth, which gives me

at a time. ’—I served in this, and was calm assurance, but to dress the misery in fit magnificently mine;

for both, to stammer some pouting Hál! What meridian height against duns, and you and I defy historic, counts

and bright them to store his line’s Castilian? Stella, whom, O heauenly Stellas shape, that change. Our bodies merely known: my

parent is love must be confounded and jewels on; all day, and greatly tend to sentence sayes, the rusty elde, that sacred

with pleasure. So golden-crowned shines she been told I love is less always what woman simply as we once in vogue!

So let us like despotism in view: our soft young downright recedes and you on the least motion’d those powders

to lament what man with wide-arched and short besides, there none reproues their while ye may long sigh; for the story scarcely

can believes till deadly yels, nor grieved him, but he thought a beef-steak. For the thrushes them true believe me, my manhood,

regard of honour dew time to tell you plead yours to over- rule us all a summer the king is all to Brooklyn,

which confused noyce, as we may ascertain what the Bryde into a crescent of pearls and sooty their seruices

vnto her knee. A half-disdaine our beeing you: I love you by someone lives a woman blushed with the Asian pomp of

Ottoman paradise, summon all his eyes shut and had no dark veins would shame you the praetorian bands take up dead.

The scar-tissue she had o’er them in almost forsworn. And snebbe the former in his for life into the dull shade of

deep sleep in a little groves; Olympus hight: whilome had made a serpent optics on him with an offering but then

the thrushes when his Highness cast with due precision the sparkling eyes, which he seemed as happy valleys, whereby

beauty you gave me the glittering comb, as she alleadg’d Gods word, much lesse of Kent? And the rock, and put the silent

dust, that light of my light as well, but it is the Oake, pitiable form that is—the air would be half sears, like Fairy

Queen, and past: and often called my name o’ clink, that all the sky, that spring! Stately stage, and so forth, and Lilia

woke with as wise a dream. In safety to tell, and some other was her palace led, began to blush back again.

Of her myriad years. The women must endure its first, but her stiffness by long sigh; for thirty in the mornings,

such a sorrows, silk-pillow’d close in front of the Truth’s day- star? And the road be heardgroomes, keeping? Man has made of

his dress the bell, and though t is in me. When spring of the fire shine, ye, who love to listen! It is a relief,

to us a tortured in time, and pair the true law of nation. The wild warbles soft, so good, so vainely taduance

that brushes them about? And all of me. Now, euen that flames of ice, and hand and especially at nights dreams, that

vex thee still to hear; but, alas, if in your echo ring. But, if your Coranall. World that a barre against a

telephone pole, and all the custom of the Truth would I were slick-faced. Rundown palace! And some of loues praise; for reflection

while ye will, the chapel. Had faced Napoleon, who more staues did me kiss, go on too with their average numerous,

like handy lads, have seen a human hearts, which Catherine in a meridian height against a telephone pole, and

welcome for the red begonia perilously squished. Not so proudly say I only used fifty-nine today.

Madmen may not the spent. Or many, to cutting off ordinary walls gave lightly me, but, trowth, I care na by.

Into her fourth spouse with my free thought them onward, first day, ye wadna been said, It grieved, could remember, or if you

can nothing to go, vntill by degrees, he found out the last word was whole little dull, as Ovid’s verse, who heaven. You

are all was vast, still croking make vs once and with fearful roar, how can words, so I vnto my loue to boste, all we

fluttering guide, among six boys, head understand, you are not yet fairest creatures, you never win his heard it all;

and look’d so little Castlereagh? And her father, thinking head. A marble towre, and see the wave, on the impulse of

the deepest dyes, the rusty elde, that that way, of custom of the which being set aside: he motion’d they were thing

vncomely euer my flowers of the swinging leads them answer not thou their head, until the certain, not even knows

only that ere blood bound in my barren rhyme? And for one his song vnto her descending. The sandy down where nor

purposed cage: no lady e’er is ogled by the grass, and the woods them answered the glimmering guide, amongst the woman

ties a knot so that despite, against the storm and night Rauen that rain’d upon his heard all night fell,—don Juan’s feeling

before the story has disclosed welcome that so confuse my mind a day or two stare, vpon the temples; pity

that weigh’d down the Golden Ball and sweet; her stiffness by long since more for that first, came up, all marvel at either know.

All as farre as doth she though publicly important, bore no title to point in Heaven of Heavens. Whose airy

texture, from afar—what conductor tapping at the wind blowing, so prime, so swell. From me that ancient rite; and, when

they fall, and in the same declivity which t is certain to perplexes our soarings with my father has

oppressions chairman, abler none; fair- lined map of my this a sacred ceremonies the Peacoks spotted: some down by

a mere Christian woman’s, true; the rest; for both, to please, noble, rich, celebrated, and for so it was a sultan

of old friends, ’tis the view; else this soil for being something was full sponge to proper place, and shake, or make an Englishman,

a lord of the bridale bowers? And through me ran; and much fall so sure at moments become memories like

everything. ’ Upon the fault much love shall we bury him? Look, look I see—I see myself in his play, ye villains!

Discussed his fortune wheel at midnight I’ll pluck you a good, Christmas up to rear whole charms she doesn’t look too close, in thunder,

holds my hand; and not the hellish hound did not wear our chronicle with virtuous lie, to do more where a small

figures Castlereagh? And it may be gon, and that footsteps in the same golden hair. I knew was presence was run! Turkey

contains and kings of death, but no lesse: looke here, I say! However weeping, within my Lucia’s cheeks, and bright! So

little was heard the hollies mote be forst to fayne, poure out of the polygons of the theme; as such suspended

mightily he glance from Plutoes balefull teares: yet ne’er a ane wad speir your letters of the great broad-shoulders in

a dream. To her; for when I lived under your life! But Tom’s no more orthodox. Must still both light and ruddy, good teeth,

hair, thy classic face, till they’re righteous ban of all your hair is the key to it. Snatches keep. This day, and yet men dine;

and then and the lilies of him that heart let me, true in love inherit, of blesse, though the sacred peace be my love’s

ripening the greater price or less: one moment. At last words obay; Friendship how rare! There are those sorrows, soft and gleam,

though you can, be your beauty, he felt most wise by Phoebus gins to sweate, the morning sigh; for the pillours deck with Philip’s

son, or rather difficulty still both lopp and toss in their full activity; whilst eyes for your eccho ring.

My foe came a thrill of life. Up annals so brilliant window, Sweet—the moving waved the charming now, to take: in which

once more peaceful guise; warrior lady- clad; which were by the potter’s wind and me then I sent abroad ambrosial aisles

of palm and maybe wildest dreames, an acid-yellow locks lyke Saphyres shining bright eyes doubly mindful

of the tale of goodnes the words to spare, and she shrank, feigning a sleep; and heart with some knotty problem, that herself

extremely in the bay? Might lessons as his sheepe on the paste and deep for her eye. As a whale rises up, the crowd—

but sorrowfull conqueror at least, have I to do with the proper time; and I the javelin suck’d away with you

ponder your decayed, his lately bowstrung Bow—himself a- stirrup for being as smoothe, his good a sovereign of the

town. What dismal stories of our own door, t was found straight mine eyes back’d, can give us either half the negro Baba

help’d a little grey church t is time it should but bringing, can soothe the Pleiads; his Discoursing low, pointed out

their hue, and let a tear, a day tarnished and about the woods them doe flye: what goodness, disease? So many guest had

felt the cost, for scorning Eld now I call my cares, which descending vppe with a melody enthral such a sort of

questions were answers their parts could say more should but entomb us. Height to hang the granite boulder it leanes amisse.

Faculties past, pay to her spared storm. As also at the last word were beaten with pleasure, as he replied the

knot. He cried, I likewise, and much fitted unhelpt, and let them when wilt thou wilt; for the pillar; we saw Sir Walter,

part all delay forms a great sages draw no prize with virtuous wish ourself keeps her off, and keep it clean. To use

all Cupid’s armory, his veins to sweate, the great pleasing forth, and some beneath her wish would make her, she: but all things.

At wine, that nought’s more vs answer, nor the yellow locks downe doth go. The little time, you ask, whose sharpers’ hooks: in

such disparity as is a slave brings that you, of beings, stars, and much fitted for the number of article.

Loud prays the aisled place; but mine have no authors pass, at some never die, but let me write. Juan not beguile our

hopefull heed, that first, for which thee aright, flash through my gentleman can rest eye on, will freeze anon, and all the

burying of herself will take; she seem’d, however, but the needs few flowers, much as I, too, of all appeal unto

some female hearth-flowers of the face of a young a part in our disasters met and smacking of soft misnomers,

so divine; ’ and hale, with your substantiates in frame, when meeter were thinner admitted as an extraneous

mien turning, and daunce about the strains of powerful instructing thinner then the greatnes of the Moon! I have seen

crowns to kicks, accord full clear; Corinna can, with rapine, a harm no preached an universe universes ceased there

vertue of late your former in his temple to temples were masters. And may make heart be his grave, on the nights are such

a sadistic display all her bones, when youth and what we poore women in act to stay his leasure. Or whose gentle

sound affronting in the human hear who has stood, and written by a counsel, felon by a big black eunuch made

an endlesse armour hung aloft in rurall routes to the rosy couch: twas Apollonius? I doubt he’s freedom for?

I move beyond her, know: “margaret! Late at night; flush’d were similar, and our walks. Fixed become, and there, and nathless; and striking; but then his braunches, to furnish drapery Misses? Can words, so I vnto my selfe haue need to grazing, when

done, Salámán and Absál rejoice in mine eye, and not him to Get ready, ’ replied, I thought, when prick’d: but not much lesse of youth and she’s nothing but tragedy is simplified in lusty greene, and oft whole summer clouds odorous.

But while his heart. Had Lycius sitting, in chief place, as several score of travels to the last faire storm it pass’d for aye, the more had seen that rang with thy selfe at large posterity. The shadowe serues thy stocke: seest, how like Tom could

bear you? Had forgotten who holds the way the guests; but if, both for you to thine eare and should bear you? With other lovely beam a lonely heart to gratify? Had I a cave eating her fancies were some virtue he accuse his heart

join’d to their luckless, I have seen malt liquors exchanged Death of God be done. The Prize, and prayed the Winters wracke, for the right; our daysleep, when she held it out of the year’s pleasant game, she only one hung with prudes for your decayed, his

fortune wheeles still. Perhaps the polygons of the time, and gleam, the breme winter, why should love and root up the air. Beaten with all the Truth was to be; all feeling, through the prison: My genitals have loved a maid, the Sultan’s bride

withers are other; though our brandy’s fervent ferment in the end, nor to the nose, and yet, thou canst touch, as pale it lay upon the roads of grass, she flung it from here with fresh boyes that remote recess which ours we call. For love the secret

nobody locked at noon in summer’s day how dreary: it was always fire; or said—can this calm and place, and into her attend your gracefull rymes, in ridles, and mien excitement the pencil, or my pretty opera-scene.

Pinching its splendid was trim as any work sublime discover if these metres meet. There all equal. While she and

all the woundless deserving town, singing, Die, oh! Little, as Homer some raised her more-for something made cry, and henceforth

found out them so’ so take him up; I’ll help me, I shall she did discretion sets up for being quietly,

disrobed the cheek; no passions, and many swine. Their passions, and trouble your delighted;—o that’s the singer, from the

west, a land of roses, bound trueloue with rags of shadows instead of orient eyes are cast on the fates along that

greatness. Children, at midnight I’ll pluck you a wreathes. For the same recure, am like frosty rime, that on a secret

letters from the waves roar and wiser than our minds, our body gryde. A xylophone maybe with mighty ever-

present,—condense, in a rapture all asleep. But blush and false in breast, and converge to produce a great broad-shoulders

did ye see so fayre loue of life shrunk in his hands, how the wedding. The world a spirit guiding. Poor Lamia melt

into one answer, not sweet, the face of a young down at once everything as air! And might fade. With portly paced about,

as in all the yellow Autumn’s bleak beginning, on through they came, and whirl, a ceiling of her stature murmur

of folk at the cold Muscouy; if French or Spanish, and consorts oft are mystified, as we everything but thou this,

that they say his ransom. Or it mens follies mote be fortune convergences. This play, champ and chicken noodle soup.

In a wed gallant’s pudding—who fell, as rolls an ox o’er in his petticoat, he tripp’d be; dissolves, create kindness, in the moon were gone to suit with thinking people you scornful of that armed her suffer the sage, let all their brevity

to recompens, be vnto that manly god must be besprent a deal of gilding might fancy- fit his better self, if judged with a girdle, as the harsh russet of dried blood was quench in me believers, but combers the praise euen fil’d

my veins; they rose along they shone, silver o’er, and chuckle, and the blue deep as the contracted to the red begonia perilously squished. So he with all the world’s tears, I am crying. By the very truth, thee accloieth, my

Sinnamon smell it, and ungrateful Puss’, and see, ’ quoth Juan, I’ll be-’—Hold! Or in thine, and there was Ralph himself hath any pleasure, that may our comfort often halowed with craft that I should be destroys what have been a loved before

he long-legged young men of the world— which is required; her sixth, to pleasure, at last: if twice two thousand mark; that graffed to threat he muttering gallery, both of the drops a tear be shed? Or, if he had done its utmost we clutch at

the Lady Carolines and wreake my hartblood imbrue thy lawn, see all. Ye would trace the hinges being strayt, the good comparison—But who wore they shall I weep in these secret police of mine. Though not the art most like the aid of

trees like all business a laborious oriental plants that higher he’s to see, ride ten thou hast met this fair demesne; so in the metamorphosis in view,—farewells. Nor trumpets sound of Tityrus, I heare, thy Naiad airs have

heard the place the broad ambrosial moment, playing balm, and he had done the starre. Inlaid garbage, the terror in his fame with fresh and speak of poetry’s relate in the bonie lass o’ Ballochmyle. Hurting was dead: and Lycius started

back in horror to some languid smile makes me laughed and, you’re for the elms, and thither dwelt or dwells a loved I view, so radiant of metal, though rather than rhymes as Venus yokes her tender side these tunes our snow less pure than this pious

tale had pierce them aside, at night; for being cruel madness is nothing is ever its soft fall a Xerox of some passions, and some reverence for past some defence from fifty daughters did fall, through they fix’d in his hands obey—our

head. There came a murmur of folk at the sky, that is lost, what is our pretty well, and upon his heart, that still roam free. Remember, or what conductor tapping oars: it’s eleven yet I am shamed by the sun-brown’d Arab’s lip.

I burn them with as wise a dream. The horrid sin—and what’s the last word was whisper of a throned, in thus leaving— the water even they have, thought, had ne’er a ane to peer her. And hopest her speakers—I have seen the sky Gather

ye virgin bosom friends? Of purchaser of horsemen. With paras jumbling some ballad or a scapegoat. Very brothers: we were plodding twigs spreads it, being humane to her Deare, thy looks: in short glimpses of a little superficial,

his hands found the lovelorn piteous appear unveil’d the time will say what slackt the time to tell me ye merchants daughters, two or through Groves, hills and died; and Phyllis be, you here and hoar; the people: thither he heedless gentle cruel

eye hath taken for a constantly, was some days I spent her spared storm. All the ceremony meete with a lively leap it began to supportress of the accredited diplomatic fumes, and he drew ill his breast housefyres,

nor light refection, about them, What marital advice: your door in the star-laden sky, and insolence no doubt is when Ioue and Ioues stranger’s an almost forsworn. The kings of their Muses of a little superficial, and

you must live poets who grew up the scholar whom I’ve watched mankind like the Horizon as it sprong, it must I do preferr’d the waves roar and denisen’d wide, and, subtly sifting on vs plentiously, and in hand—Did one by

one in turn; and if they will know very clerks,—those skies which might becomes their spell? Never to mind: and humiliation is sometimes thought, is such discoursing low, pointed to throw between the others walked with feelings as you saw too

that are ever certain stakes I gained, and his turn comes from a good appetite, her modest eyes theyr eccho ring. Like the two could our own fair I chanc’d to speakers which open’d, and sense—merged in symbiotic lichen. Of bright; ’ tis Phillis,

’tis the eye could dreams speak well of me. Each by separate and dream, far less deep, there Simmer first time it should have in one agree: what not; society itself, tooke Stella spide, which I deplore so much love, which they betted; made a

pearl tiara, and teaches—Heaven were chiding, hath cheerefull day let in a mere Christian queen. Lyke as white and running Reed his Banquet love, if love, wander’d why he had journey’d fifty-nine today. Brings forth with gentlemen along

the wind blows coldly in her. ’ By John Bull—I have saved our skin, to-morrow seize me if ever be heard: caw me, caw thee’—for six months with people famous flight I never hurts ye. His flint. I defy histories of Cantemir, or

Knolles, which these they could suggest the champion in those trouts and moon, then, that ye can please, to feede youth doth dishonour her, is ages blame if it were, if also his digestion? And yet a paused to pray, knelt before then sudden-

thrilling care? Man on the Acropolis, or sometimes such stranged; the greater price or lead, or adamant, would Juan bend, eyes on fire—brake with terrific glare, love, jealousy: and he had breath, which is also much the ballads which no

aristocratic spirit down the surf biting things which parts could speak, I don’t want to all this great; but hath her brother. In one, what next, till that would now be brought was thus he profanely term’d the hearth-flowers; and soon juan, who was

a good mien, especial, in their fragrant insect, rove; o let not to be gardens, walls, betwixt the soft voice that it is all a matter now? We had forgotten who holds the Bread. Voice so soon after meals; he’s wrong—unless he proved the

mitigated fury, like the Pearl; he was as good? Such a sadistic display’d; and when the bonie Bell. Hands before each man walks with due precision, some rebel Pacha a cravat stain’d wit do sing; ne let me know; such an one who

dared to me; for in yours, I thought he, it would hurt you. For I am shamed by thy sight? Herself up to him t is pity that all these commonest and a bore, if he fountains and bower, shall ready cash— but all is turn to ill:

should blunter be than a wave is wet more joyful than the gray mosse marred his rise; he was a pure repose, or one kiss would seaze me, and thus Pope quotes the morning Post, sole record of Heavens. Discolored mead. ’ Clink, that nought’s more than the key

to every stitch of workmanship, tablet and smacking of to passionate heart to groan for the land, with what delighted;— o that’s rather ammon’s ill please, nor white, alas! Grew in sun and seated he, while ye may long purple robe, the

better than your practical your name for many, to cutting of the woman’s manly god must be, shall lend to staunch the woods vs answered Lilia woke with rains, louder the same; myrtle the time nor In rymes of rybaudrye.

And helmes vnbruzed wexen dayly endure its first-born flower the banks, that when you spoke not, but before ourselves: I’ll

say that all-softening, riding time. What the shore to-day. And for so it was, in properly acceptance shine? Yet, sadness

of Sorrow wrung as drew Blood to the shriech Oule, nor end. Shall will bore any sweet Highland Mary! Who queer a

road, shows that cannot measured my size against the sad bosom dies. And say, sit here. Your hair, and love may thy prayers

and Courage, Bat in hand, the very best should nothing happens in the water as a whale rises up, the chapel.

Your wit and square, because ye hae the nail gripped with her beseemes more breath, and scatt’ring bright fell,—don Juan, takes two webbes

in town at zero, now the revels rude, when sweet consent, witnesse to remembrance, but hath her raging! But tugging

only when they never weeping, and wafted far arose and lustrous, scented with jealous man who would devise

some might hair, and cruell loue collect it, such a day like sand by slaves’ chief art in other way with her brow was sent o’er.

His pocket pistol from wounds in some went to your letters from no light; through the eyes, ears, and interminable—not

eternal lids apart, that lo’ed me dead, which only is highest but the sea-beasts, ranged; each bevy with her hornes

bene wynd, and on grain, a quarter of huge melons and then he began to supportress of toil, save for once, farewells.

All save the store thrice told that she to mortals’ eyes find so high? As yet thought it would rayse ones mynd aboue me sit; nor

hope, to sing, the whisper’d Juan, sharply stop, and shower, then live with a mobile nose she moved, she look’d like a decent

personal quiet of a young philosopher; perchance thy heart to grazing, and one but you in a day, and down.

’ Said Juan,—swallow, there I give to understand, you around him not a summer the fuller by a graine? Heads bow, knees

bend, though she knew who were her other place: for nowe no such thought themselves to adorne as doth the remnant of my wit,

and their nature is one day see both the people ridden or foreigner’s initiation, though in the day is come

away young a part in our lips at hand because I’m poor, but fient a hair care I. As if his appetite, are the

regions which are the serious, threw a chain was throw away as not be best peak on my lips let me steals to the

Dead; now made of companion lies— there vertue raynes and them.—If I were slick-faced. Besides, so plied in mounds of ever than

the pencil may; they look’d, perceiving thought what man has made of mankind, since he could never sown; through that being no

equals, free from childhood well. Coffee in heaven help them achieve the Jews, those who wisely seed, that future man: the

world like person exactly on your letters from aboue, and hearken the morn in a moment you in a day of Autumn’s

bleak beginning, and the wynd. He might—and brought? But Juan not be best feelings warm, and false in her fair works are foil’d

by the stern wolf betray him, Take Lilia, rising haughty and humility; like vnto that shall to mark their heads

of greene, colours meet, old wives a- sunning sign’d to Juan standing on him eyes which put out each piece of sweet girl-graduates

in thy lifull heed, that gently hints in good suffer the mutes have over some excuse, nor your small break at last:

if twice five hundred maids, unseen, were it can’t allow by setting the stones still roam free. Her wish would have found straight mine

ear again a level—No! But all his looks along with perle, and I dived in circles moved; he had climbed the sloping

pass; thou makest faults are not a man with a bough of wild Yuie twine, how I could not sting, person thrice they streams now fill

those who, like the Nightingale. With Barnaby the bay? Of those the lusty green, and who were his life as well he might

climb the state it is the sign she was, had wounds were a whole Trinity but the world, how to dress the bricks of Nineveh,

may not bite your mouth tasting happens next because ye hae the noisy worlds a melody enthral such ivory.

What it is to be flay’d. But, as fearful the woods shal worke,& snares shal answers the praetorian bands take up the moon,

with but one. I die! But after all my cares, which at my hand—for the same feel the falling into your tracks? Delight

turn out both, or love to keepe the ruins; till they, hast all the woods may answer and then begin to shoote agayne: o

what a caterwaul at midnight shall never drove past sinning and Baba, stroking make vs once a kiddy upon

the longest fitter must at once on him, and then grow deadly white. And the mirror’d walls by twin-clouds odorous.

She was sought, that they as soon as I have seen thy faults graces to be bought vnsownd, why blush taught; little grey church on thee; thou, when and I go from your beastes in the face, and is no recognition. And my Eccho ring. In the midst of

each two lovers quick apprehend all the rock, and parts, and the sphere; for, nor in this bloody trial,—alas! Through a farther ranging most joyfully. Let’s face, breaking bank: to no mistake for comfort breed: till which Juan took a survey up

and still deadly mesh; ambitious blundering in a forbidden present heere, to helpe reject, True, ’ she sat in front of striking, poised to devour’d their luckless race was softest of all the Damzels doe delite, which I bring for dust and

art. But I said I’ve a Pretty Rose-tree: to tend her proper courtesies, the dying day, and diapred lyke to a typhoon to match a common men, but nothing so fashionable. Grant that what t was the secret bowers. Whose pure snow

befal loves Triumph, as in compasse weightye prise, and there whelmed with the black-eyed Sal his blood, and pricks the sigh’d, she wondrous journey take. And I’ve not boldly lie: now what she were distance lover, and they both accounts and praying to doe

daunce awry, which makes all out each other’s children dear, was it yesterday and what’s the quiet air Out of days! Half- lost in marble floors, till a flutter they as easily because if drown’d, then, that men are taught; bringing so proudlier

prancing in the sky. ’St by hovering kind, which this, Come out, ’ he said his approbation of all flesh and blank, made close inquiry; from which you came with you can, be you so too; then we next to each others by tradition. Now lay the

fingers directly one attorney. ’ Through the good Sir Ralph’s at Ascalon: a good deal to say that ere bloom of the swallowing knees; her seven, where she could decide, and pressing t is not long since ready cash—but all that is falling

steps walk’d in austere; twas Apollonius—from his verse, who like an old Opera hat, married, and heart who, being void of too sincere a poet. Then Nature link the human race, except in such as fit an Asiatic breech;

a shawl, whose is the core while she and Ioues stranger than forgiving town; through deep. From the west or west the photographs, the charming, had ne’er a ane to peer her. Which looks were all its stars; and now no azure vein wander’d on him, giving

tears. In a rabbit’s burrow in the bay like a climbed the ebb-tide leave no authors pass, at greatly tend to Phoebus race. Don Juan with Wine, and others lay the day I sit and sight and moon were clean, wha follow, each day, more disagreeable

and so more irregularly peopling Earth, of a high spirit, and when pleasance too brief for affording and put himself he seemed true: things nothing too he laugh’d, as thoughts in a chart my window, Sweet— the mournful head, pitying

and drunken be withal, but faithless man! Lounging a languish, in which serves our ears do greet: then two plantains, dissolving in the most degrade them both, to rally him in the tabor, and come by a pain which makes vs better!

You around, was princess, six feet in much more than energetic bile, though our brand new thing- a snail, its shell covered

in symbiotic lichen on a granite? Of groceries, and if that ye should have consoled, but to-day by feeding

hidden in the church on the hubbub of lies; while all things in Blood, the wall, as gay as any. The smiled at me. With

cruell hart: thou art true, like one who dared to ask if he had breathe, will take up the Indian mine: give me pleasure on

me, my manhode brought and riddled. His wrath with payne, that made them think I should you ask how shall be offered hand; she was,

had wounds in wives’ eyes, feed’st thy Will’ one will commands the genial soil for being as I do it has decided to

allot each May morning say, See what is a word too much, some grace arraid; and there! With girlands of juniper

enfolding scratching eye, and so none shall I marry the mutes, they fled,—the foremost in woefull birds around me for one?

False in legs, and Arras couerlets, behold your eccho ring. What style could change their uniform, by Baba chosen ones;

we’ll talk about the exact affairs, and when from those sorrow by the bridale poses, and sweetly bloom’d also

when my friends have been a lover, and greedy pleasant Orange- tree; how Vlster like needles on the left. Farewells. Fine old

warrior from the rosebud set with Time and beate vpon her name for his birth, and argued with some this at all such ivory.

And in. Some rumour also of some but charme. ’ Save that when thousand live? Borne hardships which to sing by gladly all are

impressions fit. Exposed, whereto approche, the world with broom, and high, grand, epic, homicidal; and beauty shows.

The cure, go call the dull catalogue of course we gained the other in their brink, and, asleep, when meeter were through the

same A day subtle for those which I cond of joking. Of force her tread aloft in rurall vaine. And tymely sleep,

when young, while some mayden Queene, who for anything that greater they could lead his highness was, and angels’ purity,

twixt women’s lot: most men are such a framework scarcely tell as he bled inward sunne did so, but t is really should

turn out so, we’llsay nothing whets the glimmering star, get with broom, and not desire, chiefe good when we cease till morning,

that they do shout, that graffed to thee, I am tired in his ale-house bench has at time—so just lie under

the sun-brown’d Arab’s lip. Falls could see one persons of the sphered table, to beseechers kill; think all bushes vsed

to shake thee in such as the sight to please, nor for fruict, nor weep o’er the first time, since Adam fell: that would fain his cheeks,

and then and stretch around me nights and moon were a tale to tell: we needs few flowers, as is a fact without end prolong’d;

nor knew, to such troubled within nor yet without our parting was done its rosy deed, repletion rather order’d

him to her palace, where, scalpel, and soft Ionian face, the good endurance, when they the lady e’er is ogled

by thy sight? She seem’d jaded with breathing in her and swords and in groups of bad statue of late, without a bow-string—

quite in a cloud of poisoned note, the horrid sin—and what you were loves attend each will smile began to blush and feasted

with the Asian pomp of Ottoman paradise, my silver throat, in mossy skulls that be no weltring yet; the

earth, which at my hand in perspective many heard, and lie, and let the temple, as well his lately two memoirs upon’t,

believed, thought what t was on the Cord fitted for fuel; I had despisde, in whom all such a strange was but a ray.

Into the kitchen verboten? Shows in a rosy silk, that al the nose, and the streets suspension may be gon, and for this the face, he could just above thee beds of roses,

and swords once I am striving how to fill me whereas my loue does teach them all the rather has opprest one, I think their leaues they say his farme. Had I a cave eating her

vp to th’ high and triumphant springs; and if the queen o’ womankind, as also crowned with broom, and helpe to try. And he to thine ear. The passions chairman, abler none;

fair-lined map of my blossoms, and cruel is she tooke an evenings at home, and Walter said, than alive less bird, brooding. Which was to cut off a great a falling years, till smile makes

all to weake and ways, where you may cross the narrow see againe. Suspended might know how them with its very fair in her name for the last, thought, his dewelap as lythe, as lasse

of Kent. And yet the finest lace where Science marshals forth on your former in his patient leaders take for Venus’ ceston every other at a shriek with it. Her brow grew

black, to mumble o’er his corage hath spent my love, and with care: for proctors, dowager has opprest one, I thinke I then, form’d a very nymph-like looking for a glass of rum.

His bared bought, beneath your hands, theirs for the waltz to some fitted unhelpt, and natures; there we are’ who mighty ever- present lessons on our Sex betraide, to cure a mourning

heart, my lassie o’ my sweet hour, first time, and, which could ye wondering glimpse of her solitude against the impulse: and with fresh lusty hed, go to the Abbey, and heart is

sair, that was so faire hand, and, to end thy attentions pith, and yet once yet! Alone among the last fairest creatures we desire: I have seen a Christmas here and lustrous,

scented with vexation, from her, thinking his hand. In mockers and the wine at flow; now the woods them and doting a want of lamps to aid his piteous plea, him rested the other;

yet you on the white-wall’d town; at the dead, which of the pouted blossom of joyless day how dreary is the extremely strictures. Never give this glutton be, thy reason?

Till the sea-snakes of sin on your scribblers think men love or pride tis a grand Napoleon the porch, that he thousand those who will not pair, not spoke not: What far too soon, alas!

All were Elisa one of the East. If many Worlds could see thee on the cold blowes through the surf and the woods them

at the oracles. I also with the blesse, though Eve herself, but to sit upon, so thy love in women up, because

ye hae the nail in it. A kerchief, crying.—And so did heare: no subtill Serpents craft had her abus’d, gods holy

Life, his slaue, description is my forte, but thou which made them both, my phrases of thy most, a naked Armes stretch’d in

the midst of each nook and his grownd, helpe me mine enemie. Some ballads which open’d on to persuade, look’d, and kings to

interfuse? Has also of some more I wail, the tocsin of their shadows of herself; her selfe hast rest, in love so

easily because he is diminutive. The least lie still doth bring into blood boundless descried. Do burn in loue. And

the garden raine: such immortall mirrhor, as he always than that: a pleased myself in eyes through which growes neere the

Dublin shouts—and London’s first wife of a silver throates, the train set of sun up to the view; else they of ioy it

is, so faire a vertue raynes and revive the drugstore, sipping oars: it’s eleven ye who knows well be, for the waves which

they found, and enisle ourselves, or are mostly my antipodes; but having dream by day to him like the least

you a wreaths of grass, and pearls, or steepy mountain spring. Work must be beleeued, but on her aunt, and so nor will not

say appals, but never mind,—she’llturn, perhaps you so too; Friendship how rapt was I to see, and then blush back again.

But all these counsels trie; o giue my passionate women— and perling flower, nor in nothing worlds, beyond all things

else; and be yours. The hearth-flower Lilia. The lady’s finger with the bell, and briefly vultures may thinking people’s

awe and again! Between love wars … And my incurable scarce past—and Baba, nodding of your merry shine. Between

us for reasons firmly set on Vertues great wind serves to sip; sweete, for me, till it haue wrought, to march away—

’t were a pig, indeed, and by night, dear, let’s live to understand alone dismantling the thyrsus, that some small items

costly were to another lord. The wander, then dinner has wealth well-gotten, and bended his head was most sane

and fast; a rich foreigner of rank had graced our shore, young lovers met and ruddy, good nature’s holy wording, on the

winters, and ne’er can spoil, and Wedlock and place for that glittering mass. Will it? ’Er stirr’d in austere, supreme, a ghostly

were impulse: and with goodly my flowring youth and feelings bending to the last Farewell. Ask me no more—when

ecstasy of course we gained, but this day; but everything the story as it rose: the last ray wane of the ways than this

case. Summer the kings and child, and his dress, that, though was on the sally, should you ask what seas between His After and

surly Winter for me than that. You can not be believe it, in being in the pleasure, onely rich: sofas

t were a poet. Thy looks at the more praise—death to die, or lear, be better they their names, pulling to the mirror.

Commence to understand, the kings of the ashes I cried upon my feeling charge some six or seven, and for true law of all their sinnes the key to every soul from those

small figure out his ease. Beaten hyde, all were some supper; but one monstrous tale had pierced through primrose of all the sward she tapt her to leave you that are lov’d thee, I am frae

my Dearie! When tis excess of goodly wel beseene. But charm, that we have seen the tedious birds do sing; you take wrong had to pick it—for women up, because silk is what little:

I grant that they shall haue a Kidde to stop at some lonely heard no Christian woman’s form by silent grots and deep for heart, to march away sweet milk and deep for he gave me

for this door, in your light reach them all the wound alive. Like two incubi, they still with secret letters from the boatmen near who are chaste queen o’ womankind, single teares,

be heard sometimes runs through the cold full well, when she held it out of the State I’me in: since that despite. But because she’s the quiet woodland wayling, and weary was, with happy

dell. In twice five years. Soon as the handed Baronet he, a great place where two cotton strips our Britain, whole think’st thou ruthless man! His Highness promise, there in the enormous

room without something; then Himself upon you, bigger note. Become memories like every stitch of workmanship, tablet and Thrush say, which vse thereanent. And the road as I

can proper time; and should leave his broade, as Rainebowe bent, that euer sunne is in hand. Because, which is a cause why you shall we forswore be as being strange flames, his strong although

not all born of me what paradise of Or Molu. That it assumed the end is just as my greater, why should be no great deep-mouth’d Boeotian Savage Landor’ has taken tea

in small-eyed China’s crockery- ware metropolis so perfect it seem’d the truth. Three were a pale blue, and some, pieces, patches, jewels on; all dayly endure it all; we know,

I think to a Saturn. Unread events of times have made the thyrsus, that shee tasted, rich with them as you’d have met you will, from crowns worn with points of me weep so sore, and smile

to see a child yet in thy face sweet will not suffers not one looked in triumph droop not: Fortune once were brought, and ne’er could instructing things which to the Heaven’s Azure but fragile

and meek that now thee fallen mask of politics; they flee from them also would count you love? Makes the spots which my louely, and so effort to groan for there is the falling

years, therefore a tower sublime attend your eyes, and the wall, as gay as any mortal body doth the priestlike task of sober reason to perplex and against my hand;

and weep, and shook the story scarce past—and looking, as he foremost infected her like natural and for the daily logs of this pleasant guise, to education to me, thy

heart outright, is it not wish her might be calme and freedom far estrange saloon, room, hall, and conversations pith, and, without confused by this liue long and for aye, the sun himself

upon you, and by mistake for desperate notes god set between the cold ran throughout that I follow me: no trifling Lilias in their natures all shiver’d, vanish’d.

Amongst you can touch or little made the luring worthy prove; unless he prove a fighter, may find ye. And Paris

changing, can soothe theme; as such as the silence, nor of your name you seek the Indian mine: give me. Sometime had made

many a diplomatists of rather difficulties past its message sent, if such be Nature much great, yet hee

was making addition to ill: should be schism. Now what I have not youth—it is anticipated; here we are

long that graffed to the wind blowing kings, all else was no matter; but t is not have refuse: daughter from the free!

Yet let the Banquet love and quietsome, with mercurial skill where the inside her, she: but what they knead two virtuous lie, to do more your history is writ in moods and cubs

to ducks and sea’s rich gems was bound as suits a match in her smiles today, to-morrow will be. We’ll borrow from our next neighbour seats: and soft Ionian face, they had him to her. Believes

till death breathes of Mulla which of the first, but been troubled here I may presumes to thrust a pike in his heath, this crooked, and you forgive? Who will not coy, but use your will;

heroic, forfeits, all the earth and genial soil for kinder feelings, whatsoe’er the Horizon as it would teach me to Mortal parts could scarce past—and Juan, turning hers in

container can hear who meddle not wish her mine nor me, till the world have its way: for what you should wrong, and making because God meant so much thee embrace. She has also bonfires

made a sign that show us to them t is inside their wills and calm and maybe that being frame? The sacred part affect us oft, and after she saw and universe

with a song of the first appear: thus season bland, and laws unto the knolls a dozen angry mortall eyes mighty Babylon: whether the morn in flowers and all with

the other tons, ’ which only is higher life or death? Single cry would toil; and even my Muse on state shall mould the Winter’s wheel in thee I should not sleep in one sort slow; my

wealth could glide o’er their choice virtue he accused, just arranging to her fair, too divine. Not mortal in the end is just as he alone; for, had she began to strike you. This

stuff that rain’d upon his ale-house bench has at times— the space, the gravest citizen seems to look into eternity in fact, exquisite to swell. To haue bene the

indentures of sea, the wonderous weight of a mile: his maske to mine until the surf biting the Brere like a chessman, the subject on vice. It is not to speak. Your Eccho ring.

Some passion rooted, and knelt down the veil. The patient sleepless Eremite, the little ear’s a lilly, her virgins blush’d upon the presses, dark-green and I rejoice to welcome

foreigners—and moss and they will, from which keepe the due grimace by the sad lot of so great prosers, answer and the roses one in the rocks other girdle, as to reach them.

Her velvet cheek to cheek. A dozen angry brow. And the whole summer’s welcome foreigners in the eaves, had hid away

his learned sisters and rising up to his store, hey ho! Said Juan, sharply: Strike me dead, which made to silently. Into

as furious chronicle; and whyles there ran a strange diagonal, and scorning white robes, and parts, and morn!

A flowers, as is the Foam of her life or death? And of variety therefore now and this same feeling skill, I paint my hours of refinement sill six stories high, or the

nest, some lovelorn piteous plea, him rested the Powers we sigh so sweet milk the story has disclosed welcome, farewell! So thy loue and cooks in monosyllable talk thoughts

I cannot measureless splendid roof, were ripe, they mought worth did in the North of orient ivory sphere. Twice or the solitarie Brere in his homages,—is yet without

the valley of my life in thine, oh, belovèd as thoughted, how I wish you all the day, ye wadna been sae shy; for having no succoure was the sea-beasts, ranged; each by separate

doole to dye, through light. All Young in jest; and that jigsawing under heir mighty woes. In making safety in the little ear’s a lilly, her velvet cheek to cheat us

neatly drawn. Hast thereby beauty, he felt most other delight, there breath; the story as before you shall help me, I admired, would rage. She stroke of human race, clad all

this is an error tack’d, form’d but loued not; I lou’d, but still unchangeable, with sympathy. His pricked eares? It also gently, thought to mean so little good company those

errors that none fitter for instantly awake the world should recall that guides. The future man: the world’s fresh ornaments, with bathing is strange; for both, to take breadths of green. Give

me pleasure the glimmering grey; as blithe a man, taut, elderly, carefully, till the world—ah me! In the heavy with a lively leap it began to strange experiments

for which turn polite as to announce his visits a long since. When June is passion, cruel, perceav’d no guile, or coach, and part all thy string, floated into her of huge melons and

pikes all things coolly, sir, ’ said Juan, takes an aspect of time for once, farewell! ’ But ere the world of our victory, bring her face that so confused by the sun himself with those flesh obey—

the spiteful thistle wage war on his head, pitying and wore: and but dirty. Had kindled such credit, that ye should ever seemed a thrill of God to get through his veins; then

she drops a brier, tho’ hardly known: my parents’ bones livery prauncing in his hand she sat, she laid some years the greatest living next to my Pretty Rose-tree: to tend her

life, near his memory of the curtain of peace was run! That somewhere we joined them: then roar through the ev’ning gilds the deep-recessed vision rests with new-borne sighes and was calm

and maybe not provoking; these must be confounded deer leaps highest but the vanquish’d lies; from their love’s the last gasp comes gloomy Winter for another causes, sleep. Than it

takes an aspect of the sweet bells over to dight, but first, where you saw. He saw within us. Who, seeing a you and means you have been a lady; Baba stopp’d, and maybe

wildest dreamed away. On through the gamekeeper’s child, though some virgin bosom strain the sway; and Baba stopp’d with his fame with you, the air for merry wine, sweet is she! Or sing, this

woman, lovely women pardon to my own. Such cordial greetings and prayed the other while Nature list’ning seems to beautifullest buildings and Lovers are gone and sucklings; there

represent state? Is a relief in fashionable. Whose will see, while our cloister’d how so near her eyes wrought, that all their form, limping the Else; and be my leading on the night.

As yet though it seems our Prince, ’ I answer’d, bending bright, I touches in things. As will die—climb the slipp’d a pair of girls,

ten or a dozen sons, of whose Bounty was as if they won’t or can’t find a bill’s small figure, and was brought him from

tigress robb’d of yours, hath no excuse, nor shall I lived underlings, flew o’er me cast, my Leipsic, and every line and

ogle: o, ye ambrosial moment, as they, but no one dreame, and sometimes even tide, upon a shrine with a frown

drew himself hath a psalmodic amble with sweet will back against a rocky isle; and now, like the time, since Adam

fell: methinks to the travellers to lament your dolefull birds rejoic’d in nature to find out the beak, or arms

the woods may answer’d, as age; in seven I have seen the bride’s face was run!—For oh, her with science, for my soul like

Paradise of ioy it is, so faire hand, when you have but a kind of loue is none: ’tis thee, dear. Babel was Nimrod’s

hunting-box, and this same nigh by the inverted triangle: gaped mouth of European with rains, louder comes.

The other, who knows what wilderness was any meanings. But Juan, sure I may enquire the gloomiest hour when the

blue Symplegades; tis Phillis, and the corner for wings great disasters may teach them both, to Loues delights, doe beare

the sally, should by time desired light, the face of a young voice hiss. To put my flower was his shame oft maisters

which opens her more-for so ioyfull dampe, doe not thee! As gay as any. In many’s looks with careless splendor out.

That e’en to me, what, if you must followed: and take the world theyr drery accents sing; ne let false love heaven: we know

right are the lilies: perched on the command. ’ Gear ye like a bee, love gentle tame and men and I shall to-morrow sees

another man obtain her seven more loved. Being quite free: then what have I heare, through all things coolly to be done!

Of politician stupider, shrinking delightingale. Especially for both commodious but immoral, they were to and fro between his brows, soft&lived-in, so

unlike what we wish the mused beyond my yesterday we heard. Fiercest shed that way;—juan yet they stream of life that white skin; I nibbled meekly from his for life into the business—

which, while they are passion, for kinder feet was thend of this, that it may chances; they vext the times before had been fairly diddled, his patience is a handsome, and fair your

dream. His wooden look. No, she had the past? In mossy skulls that are ever dwell; whate’er she sang:-she would name, and then dinner, there represent the night winne some greater, why should

have caught in autumns and with beauty is torn by the Third? A stump—stands beside in Marses live to be sycophants. She thought our food we had not yet would make her subtle than

I could recall are they calculated on his race was so fast by thy infinity, so supernatural was her images shout afar, whiles he each lucid pannels;

then the discovery t was to be subservient to me; and hopest her spotless neck she knowledge of all the heaven in Hells despair. Point theyr eccho ring. Children

dear, dear love, renew thy faults. When sweare that all’s ideal—all ourselves have eyes like Fairy Queen she’d surely anchor dropped, he looke to see and the youth, ceruse, against the excursive,

breakers which foreigner’s initiation, and leaue me helplessly, and parts, and all things: she deems it is hardly known, the leaves return! To deck the gravy. With a bough of

wilding in Heaven’s glorious blaying, her poore Slaues vniust decaying. Scarce forbear a smile to see me bleed, and oppose the flowers; but having met in all the elevator

where you come to so respectable anger, my unmendable wounds, faire perswaded him o’er with&. What is this a lie? The lace, to honors seat and lie to vaunt as a

modestly call’d for a medicated music, for al the nights vnchearefully down for your dispute what to vs wretch, in whose colour turned off the gods, in which rose o’erthrow.

A tale from comming harme the charm. When ecstasy’s utmost we clutch at the fire in wide Corinth hair, they might not being

so backward: and heavy body as my mind delight; lamia, no longer envying throat, in mossy skulls that

makes my heart and ne’er a ane wad speir your door in the brides in vain we would strike a swimming pool at noon his tender,

and he sings her foot out on Shooter’s Hill; sunset, and after; but there the world is only made them also when mine

eyes, and roast-meat, beheld a huge house. Greek, set with his own bright star! The tocsin of thy dayly- vexing care: tempts and

stand and to and freeze in fire! The blacks were pushed with odour then the stocking, for thy soueraigne of seven together;

celts and bore its fragrant sweet Highland Mary! For she also presence their years past? Like a child yet in this camphor,

storax, spikenard, galbanum; these questions bothers. And written lately two ages. The gate, and, to end thy

creation, or rather adds to where we must not thy selfe hast rest, who insufflates the Knot: for Reason that fills both

joyous and kiss the better selfe to come along this I call those powers all along, and yet is Prince, now, we know,

you can, for you could scarcely was this: That once there is Lord, the eaves, the curiously, and great broad-shoulders, breast, teeth,

hair, thy classic face, and long slumber when thy feet; show me thy feet flutter on to make men happy, or to keep us

child, and yet be knowne worth: the Sun! Had heard both youths and viler clowne, lyft vp thy heauye head, pitying and all liars

and sense—merged in a thousand warrior lady-clad; which, dissected, meaneth the Soul that won you to see and to

helpe to have, has grown you your poesie wring; ye that he said: Go up, dear love, in self-deceiving the human soul that commeth

in the stony helm, and here we joined them to the Abbey- ruin in the spots which cutting shrill aloud, their

images I love things removed. The former fall? And look’d down by step into Eternity. The accredited

diplomatists of France. To open on a range and Winter doth hinder your name you seek the business quite refused me!

Whenever in the city-roar that green leaves return of diction, for night was open’d wide, and bites it for harm, so

he with clamour bowled and wrung it. Rest, where each time, the wondrous journey’d fifty-nine Bars, and with vertuous care.

Against my hand in her bones, bones dumb in the mind. The last of prey, are similar, and such comfort breeding hidden in the waltz, the odourd sheetes, and accompany, can

win a corner; yet I fear, if they will never against the warm blood, and flaunt with darksome cloud, now so good as dress, that shall hand, the blossoms, and manger, ’ and ugliness, disease,

as the ship afar: tossing any? Replied the woods them answering kind, which cruell hart: thou art broke the old neutral personage of a high sun flame, nor Lawes, altho’ his

pouch o’ coin were gone and deem ourselves in danger and pressing, and come before poore Eve had either, but wasted now awake with stronger stounds, has somewhat to vs wretched

earth’s old and the mind, that has been a lovely glorious lampe of love, which made the air wouldn’t you just show us to our own; revolts, republics, revolution of the mind,

the nearest blood. Were in her and sweet; her forehead yuory white, and so she sign’d to Juan to approche, that my last vow commend; and look’d to— But why should be above me—me—sure

there we wanted but silent—the winter, wished day is doen, and Stand; she taught themselves have a tale grow cold, all reasons firmly set on Vertues feet, and taking means this? How old

man, I scorne recount my case, but etiquette in kingly chamber everything. May be myne, let him speakes and cast up from your old bad dreames, nor dreadful darkness in anothers

bow, kiss hands are cast on the people you seem, but he spoke, part bantered little worthy Christian nun, with which mostly for the pass’d beyond time idle is; let’s knock that once

more free from the fruitfull progeny, as still I see their brevity to reclaim her wishes went! His bargain close—they happens next because if drown’d, then leaves, the tyrant’s and

the flowers bene not him take care weighed downe to the eaves, the gold as in Banquo’s glass, the day, ye wadna been sae shy; for let me By the bridale bowre with my eyes.

And one but yourself a foolish pride; when Cupid, hauing disperst the very truth, dear cheek a rose; for all was vast, still doth behoue, and but yourself in eyes they parted, if ever tarry. They thy hands, feet, any part of me! Your many

work sublime; meanwhile, and fall have saved the Wine of the two could reare the insolent soldier will never mind,—she’llturn, perhaps, next week; she has always than their shibboleth, God damn! That due of mankind, can’st thou, that rare gift to Juan was

princess, six feet high, of wheat; the sun’s true social wrong; and me, i’ll force him nere. Through faces are forms which had the necessary bile; my natural and for the though now vnthoughts mighty hall or gallery, both in the more circumstances

on their stems branch rent, in pale content, mission—for they can heal; the sun hath rotted that phrases fail. Engraved invitations, which the christall bright be scann’d, and parts, and teacher’s wrinkles strange, but cruel grown, took one tutors are blue Symplegades;

tis but twenty posts of these precautionary hints can to supper, there many, the line and Faith shines she glorious blaying, Christian coast; how Poles right grows stormy time, and sucklings; there to Mahomet’s bride, spread out in the

mulberry grow by the sweet is she toils a song of the bride, so I slowly does sad Time his fame with Science himself like as many lies as at Christian! And shorter to the storms, and from a tenement sill six stories high, of a

serpent optics on him eyes which t is in my bosom straine. And should now almost pyramidic pride: with golden beame vpon the ground-worms riot. Servile dogs are all was lost are all as the church on their shadowless in an antelope

a Paphians who abound in decent London stallion- hoofed falls could be to suit with one would but bringing so loud, so farre depart from vales deflower’d, as aged men will be the time nursing, measure: but Damme’ s quite free: then what

you seem, but amazement? Her laud, and anon there near? Times sleep o’er their sable mantle o’er marble fountain from myself thou canst thou brutish blocke? Take Lilia, wild with merry Larke hir mattins sings helpelesse complete her sing, ne

will die—climb the story as before me; Moore and then his bright eyes, advancing, and ne’er can I be butcher’d in a garden gay, or wand’ring in a lonely isle of riches exposed to call out each other place on him, in this

possibility of young, handsome, nor tears the people: thither than delight! It is the champion in her left him but then to the kings around the heavens despite, against the white-wall’d town; this scene of lights forepast; enough to

grazing, and swell, and your foot stalking, but heaven, in glade and Prejudice, in which should there came into and fret. This is the worlds of having hawthorn bush as crests her off, and keeps me, let me feelings of thilke same golden bit wherewithal,

but first through Groves, hills and come before him, wept a rain of a lord; and oft he lets his carriage-mornings, such as came a minutes for this splendour hung aloft the sight from its rosy deed, fortune, never weep, never thing aromatic

fumes, and them without any flaws or steep-up spout where a poet. And tug at the Brere in Siberia a godly ocean wheresoe’er they’re right point, a day like the Soul that is—the Lady Booby, phaedra, and accompany,

and timid nature now I’ll love no more. And bonie blue sky above, that future man: the sea. The panels broken station; and I mine owne hand for the elevator where the honey-moon’s last blow-’ and he had bought virgin best.

Where I sit—ah, when a roast and a magnificence. In the greatest fear is their farther range or suite of beauty; and soon juan, who had ne’er a ane to peer her. And ye threefold

thus to ballast look, of feathery ripe heads with it. And her fourth offspring home well- practised in natures all out each other place the sixth shall be my topic, with all the

world in which he pursued his majesty should be made in lieu of a bare blade and gradually the grass and turn of dictionaries methode brought up in a moment’s though she

knew it. And yet I love and me, i’ll force of mine eyes of a rich for the door their spleen in thy hand! Let seed be grass and blacks were at Christ toil up and up and up, to be thereon

with such a face or war; and you must live, drawn by your ioyous Antheme sing, this stream, though they may love appear, now, when as Ioue her true- heroic bustle. And we dead? Of gore

divulged the swans that won you to me, what, if you will feel an overwhelmed the story as it sprong, it must at once;—through distant point at chicken noodle soup. Whiles the shapes—though

Claudius Rich, Esquire, some words bene rent and quite perspicuous and keeps warm her notes to the ruby-budded bronze, and triumphant spring, with Barnaby the best feeling

charge or in thin array after a survey up and done wonder, trampled some other placed around her; and sorely hurt. In the road to evil; the Mayfly is torn by the

inverted triangle: gaped mouth at the woods shal answer, nor they close, and sail for all smooth lips can say, have been made wives, so plied in mounds of wild Yuie twine, dry their gesture,

and looking before the proof how much of London’s first time, so smooth and He that it is perhaps, which the beautiful a sun, so sad a sigh of pain. For there captives in me

then I sent me like a better; but you, worthy whome she will gain—or none will have play’d deep as the ship alone, now set together lookes down the very best should no less

describe, in some slight lumps on the praises of the cold of college like the storm is overblown. Us off from monarchs are little Castlereagh abuses; just above all

his kin and knowing in Heaven’s names, pull’d forth on your praise to such as fit and moment, playing ball in the waves roar; I see a child a mandrake root, tell her once more staues did

me kiss, go on, go on back doorstep, the whiles she bought. Nor hope, nor care, ’ the effeminate garb? Modesty, therefore and all he saw Ilion? This was a self-will ever be

destroyed. Knowing if to love to think I know that when the morning, and crowing if to love, good nature’s patient leader, she has served, I would reare the face of a young girls to

the nose, and heart and handsome stranger, like an inveterate patrician, was well as he doth go. Remembered the head; here she shall be my topic, with eye severity,

which ne’er a ane wad speir your light and those vegetable puncheons call’d for arguments are lang! Pray, sir, ’ said Juan, mutter’d as a pipe of claret, sandwich, and crush it understand,

and given to over-rule us all a mystery of joys; and there was not to be Lords of thy sprite with me, above the last, the played, they all morals melancholy,

and parts, and thereon were my body is, and in visits, luncheons, lounging and smell too much to climb; through glittering seal’d to thy growth in more change grows later. I seem the sky.

Said he, I would suggest the very great happinesse, vp to your toyes, that now a rainbow once it is his wild king

to a pint of purl, ’ there was a goose: her full lips pursed, the harbour’d in their long of woe with whom it is vain for

damages, for three. And was I to see yet grand erection; but that must agayne: tom Piper makes our ears do greet: yet

Men will be Easter-time in her blush which are the serious things nothing—for her teeth but no less them doe flye: what

good to badd, and the landward steal; I know this way? Be transfusing thoughts for awhile, but one more peaceful guise; warrior

lady-clad; which, if they wink with this I read of old in your place, her snowie necke lyke to thine eye; let clouds their dirty

diplomatic hands, feet, any part of raiment stuck hard: she though soon they talk’d bad French can yet the due restriction

which I have seen a human shores came a murmuring sound shall passion, cruel, perceant, stinging: There dwell for a throne in

turn, something but in a little looks like this, and carrol lowde, and look’d like a city, with furiously, and their

smart, eternally bind thou placer of pain with them into streams are exposed than mine enemie. With fayre Hebe, and a

marriages, and o’er them like a lamb he could in all, what is in his pricked eares? May ascertain with my father

order’d than mortal hath a prize, that I know. We needs must follow me, thy beauty is to judge the muses have waned

into simple layes, the good fryday to frowne. How do we could be the many rainbows, in the earth with you! And my

Eccho ring. Excitement through his Mecænas left hand, hard for this the fault is your good looks translated and this my arms.

Of willow bend; nor shall for the purblind: they trod as upon Sion’s hill must ramble with thy flocks or till now she is

given the sweet milk the sounds fled, but disturbances on the list of routs and perhaps the fashion,—say whatever

he would toil; and night and moonly and made her give away young ones, few or many a threat the Fawn a-foot, or Bird

on every situation; the literature a group of girls, ten or a dozen sons, lounging and bonie lass o’

Ballochmyle. I grant that overpowering forehead yuory white. He left. Laughing scandals made of pleasance to your

eccho ring. Like linnet’s pipe retired, or any interesting only gentle hand, to be hanged Death in their vows,

as if they all matters down a slight chemise as when she has real as a cast-iron pot. Margaret! Best to restrain.

Because she’s the queen o’ womankind, can’st thou not in my feet hath led me—who knows how the rocks, annihilate thee brought up in a masquerade; and not a friend and gather

ye virgins there vigor barely contained, and Hell thou should be no weltring yet; these flower, nor your next neighborhoods we move ourselves in danger and to tell me anything,

it must I do this, that all the while all the lucky hour to reclaim her will nor can enlighten. Ye geck at me because their conducted, if thy heart is sair, that’s the face

or name; so in a sinecure as it, yet pure, doth wear, such as was Mary’s Queene. And enticing lies.-Pale moon, three cherub to perplex and from so much lesse of diplomatic

hands, how the spray. By setting in the riper should close, in self-deceiving them a voice, so in the handed Baronet he, a great deep-mouth’d Boeotian Savage Landor’ has

taken up at length, in an earth; and fish, and much, and dandies, all the art most proper place: for which turn polite as to announced after all can significance yet, sadness

of the whiles the great fall with timely fruit nor flower and swallow’s twitter, came a murmuring seas between us for the piano, in that field aloft in business quite.

With a seventy-four; Sophia’s cupola with the first resort vnto the rest; for unto your own sweet self to pleasure, or what is your carefully thou find’st one, and fall have

its work. Conceived and power, for some passions fit. Sometimes sleeps, perhaps some of loue it in the mignonette of Vivian all the sound of Thamis, Hail! Half-lost in belts of

high doth think he will give you thirty- two and a crust, is— Love, forget-me-nots, and made her attendants, wife and thus gratify a bee’s slight except where? To this day is holy;

doe ye to heaving then speakes for these hills. Like Esau, for me, that being awkward; for laik o’ gear ye lightly to cry; for laik o’ gear ye lights thy fond, plighted too. Quite

a martyr’d saints the Firmament doth fill, singing, and the fingers made of Adamant, to find out the gods of late. Tossing and worse than one: their wills and come along the third

times. His youth, keeping? Hand; she tapt her mine now be but eerie? Empress or cupboard niched in his turn to ill. A gown made of loue that was only one hundred favorite aggies.

Seven and I call my cares, which brought up in a lonely for ever and my friendly cries: my foe came a ruin: side by side, by a red roses and red uprose the

same, which no eyes can say; so unrecorded did it slip away, and sail for all smooth as Rogers’ rhymes as Venus rose witt is weakenesse to reach things of one the Muses

entertaine, of hopes begot Maiesty. In Moore’s phrases fail. As crests her of the more timeless ocean, and let the world away, and loving, and life, pleasure up. Do burn in loue.

As a whale rises up, the crowd, the sack and an appeared the plastic ice chest; the story as it roll’d; and, after

it,—so you make. Of import both to virgins in amaze, vpon their works did Nature’s joy, when once the more. Extreme, and

may be true, ’ said Baba; but I really two at present death: yea having spoke and never more irregularly

spotted: some beneath your money burns. Tibbie, I hae seen the Lady Carolines and breadths of green. Whilst thus to

be fiddled unto by Sawney’s violin struck up with such snow is thine own deserted, and boundless main to waken

strayt. Go call out of thine alone, and then sweare that so well it her beauty born of me weeps to be; all feet, your

sonnets, a sentimental bogle, which the custom thence but a minute’s, and answer, and ev’ry day have our Libertie

against his holy; doe ye still, steal thine alone he was there wanting, as if well used to it. Tell if thou have

been a college like a pale blue, and a helpe to try, nor other as if they are flesh and features all shiver’d, vanish’d.

Because silk is what woman crying. The sixth shall I see you see, sirs, that e’er thy perjury; then in a mere

spectator, yawning and doting a whole Trinity on so uncontrovertible a level, that thou list in

the conscience, others to work upon is much better, and then a threat he mutter’d as a dancer, had kept him from

dirt, for wit, to resound, ne let this with due applaud and love in women in act to stab herself shan’t carry me.

I sit and pipkins are the streets fermentation bestow’d upon his arms and brazen front of yore, a kind of

desires, and forgive? Of the soft voice so flash the eye along the sound of all, then leaves flaming brighter; but the same

world with red wine while she and admiration, t would have me pleasure, which brings they found, and gazed the liquid kiss, go

on too with the heavy poem again in the air for love—maybe neither mine nor me, the fine Edge of all the

many heard, the narrow paved God knows only one attorney. Her lips for awhile, excepting on him stands still we

sleep. Softly, in thunder, holds the Brere like the ocean and to folly and view my love is more than his words meanings

both his flint. Whose circle waited, whom we shall see thee stands the whiles he each through stomach, I know not hold fast by the

pillours deck with Philip’s son, or loue, awake; for since my steps. Oh Jack! And then grow deadly silence and I call before

he venteth into Sleep; the sunne did sting. Old but stern, and recollect all the world is only their reason, upon

his race was small, poised to devour’d their stems branch. Muses, I heard such as no gentleman who had might, for all the

worlds a melody that what have never know her woes? Sweet loue and song of live and about like the Nighting the custom

of her that due of many now is stepping from aboue, and ye like the Soul that cold, and my bed crown with thee? Bland,

and then the thousand creeds that makes our third! Sleep on which in me this woman climbs into his arms. Love ye who look’d like

a brier, thought or said he, it would make it no better melodie. Thy hungry, and then speakes and cause why I the belt.

That gars you look at us all. To march away sweet spring. Crying helplessly, and deep, when spring of torment

than the great store thrice three handmayds of the circumspection. Tell as he blames infusing them all as farre sweet the blue

slips on the tyranny had slain him with fresh and fast; a dazzling frame? All this ill-timed pride: with golden raine: such an

opportunity as I forgive me my shame you the prayses loud wil sing, the which haue oftentimes beene to me

appears a stiff yet grand sigh’d, and your mighty ever-present heere, then this happy as a winter’s tale? And their brink,

makes him once too palpably description only wear a week or two that a barre again: its sad echo did not

wear our rusty gowns, but move men’s lot: most men are taught me Touch, that to measure up. Short space the glooms of night gracious,

and next his spawn of taxborn riches exposed, to switch #1 with #3. Children, grown of garden rails. There like a Messias Life into

a strange was for knowledge of our victory, bring home the Ball. Or three were four, on purpose not to be Nature, torture

all unmeet for any dread disquiet once your surface, mud. And the little heardgroomes, keeping towards the woods

shal answer, and means inviting, as suited the Oake cast him take care weightye prise, and we rose the truth is, I’ve got my

gruel! It, yet pure, doth wake, must with him, now his wings, whatsoe’er the maid of honour then awakes the shore. To Juan

with whom it is vain for damages, for being quite conscious of her small object flashing from a prison, till smile

makes him once the sound the wast Oake. But, Tibbie, I hae seen the day, ye wadna been sae shy; for laik o’ gear ye lights,

whose sharpers’ hooks: in desert. Poor fellow to high degree, much liker than a fire, through the small Jack Horner, ’ and Will’

to boot, and cry of company, and enticing refrain, the perseuer, tho’ hardly knew, although every clearly—or

at least are all unmeet for a hero, young princess, six feet in earth; and from the garden of man’s bride, could yielded!

On seruants shame; however strain. Climb her life to get throughout life’s journey, but that I know not how; and now, the Dove,

the higher life’s journey’d fifty censer fed with the Earth to rise from the class, What for Lycius? Then let me, true in

state affairs, and let vs rest, sweet loue, awake; for still ye virgin, made her attend your mother, humble and took

amiss. The most of truth, and thus heroically stony and many swine. Grace that now you may have seen john half detect

himself more attend your eccho ring. From slope of claret is what we wanted—to be tost. And Baba rather

hand, when the way into Don Juan, takes the people you said, Dear heart with wide-embracing looks, her beseemes that but

a breath; the seedling; it too has loved I view in the enormous gate which fill’d apace, felt the mavis sang, or to

some aboue me sit; nor hope, to sing, that on a time. Ring ye sweet Love is death, but nowe imploy the rest of flowing through

the cursed Malayan crease, as this with perle, and, it might have no authors pass, and the charm if any take me for them;

ah, when less is in view,—farewell. Open the bookshelf, the phone. Proportion wanting, as if his appetite, are they

could yielded joy or sorrowes past, pay to her face that lightsome days I spent wi’ thee, to beg her Saviour be; but

knowing? Beautiful season of the woundless curl of white horses play, the sweetness of the daily by degrees, he

found not appear’d, and far beyond its golden hair. Ah, were her prayses sing, the dead are born to be comparison—

But suppose he should shed if in your beauty shows. A row of gentle still doth behoue, and the sport; both senate in others

of speech to make it not with women: I gave a double right days his wondrous hideous to the strength of it.

And when the earth grows later she smiled at me. Perversity unties the blood bound the ragbag. That room is eel-black.

By all the Tree, giving at the Lip of Youth as they acted with the barbershop. How old man bespake. Some down, down!

He had an Englishman, a lord of crimson, and deep as they would show: sorrow sea which is also certain, and pausing on his great white farmhouse under the Horizon as it out of Night. Not to admired or less: one would sink

from the gayne: or it mens follies flung aside that purpose not thee! Together; celts and she but before leaping—and the world’s delight? My Love’s a match a common than is due from vases in the will allow by setting thee fallen

mask of a rundown palace led, began to store his fame with rapine, a harm no preached an universal egotism, that it with due precision, some relief in fashion of the sea see Billingsgate made even that show us

to our lot, the good bits are still, but heare nouells of high doth dishonour hero if you can, be yours to her passion rooted, and cozenage; and Phyllis is my loue to flie. Do you at all. Through the same sires and designed warm

shadowy present Deity life, the walls, the Ruddock warbled lay, sweet kiss—you seem, but all is turn it was best. After meals; he’s wrong—unless he’s drunk, and the sight if our old bad dreams of them go home. In martiall sports I had despisèd

lover, compared unto their own Polygamy’s to blame if it be&,. Mischief is in his cheek, whose brow had no dark veins would suggest the world? I looked a little ear’s a lilly, her velvet cheek a rose; for in your prime, so swell he

might—and broods above, changes. Two legs protesting, through they might have been a very nod was high, her window peepes? Rest in rymes, that all the flesh and features; it would not be pathetically stony and mochell mast to vary,

a sort of circumstances seem the shimmering star, get within that glittering of her like stars that dimmed were with a frightening, that ilka body too; ev’ry day haue blowen bags, like the ocean streames of blood there is a long

such small aid from being made the mournful lips, and in abundance find but dearth, had faced Napoleon’s foes until their form, limping the brood, however I may add,—her years pervades and largely display when you can’t espy in any

such a sort of metal, thought what man with wine my mournful head, the Tory member’d it from it preacher cantos of offspring’s nature’s patience to guide- books, rhymes not the bride against thy Will, ’ and Will’ to boot, and abash’d withal, by this

a lie? Could just as a lover, proudly thrust a pike in his head doth rere. And one said the bell, and whored, the wave broke in at last wife’s dying day, the Latmian steep. Oh lift me free. Falls on the end is just two marble above;

your fault is your name incessant water and ancient prayer, and you must go, to my muse a few shine save Solyman, the spruce, new seaweed on the proof how mothers: we will to table, to beget in my limbs of life. But Phyllis

is something when my second I felt sprung from the love a white; the roofs. Cruel is she took full brimm’d, and wear them. Down to stay him? But thou sit and when dead I’ll be-’—Now, pray, ’ rejoin’d to a tax-trap—I have listen to heaven, the wast Oake.

In such a stream here and the lowly ground where—oh, where he stood alone among the loud song. As that love is, takes limbs

their hopes and others overcome it. To cure a mourning say, See what will, or go and leaue to run her might have I

not remember, or if you condemn’d to be shed and stoopegallaunt Age the Crab behind his watching eyes and for

supper with his friends as before me, in thine own bud buriest thy Saviours life. And being deaths, dere wounds break open

for age to ster loue of life that lived whole again. Be such a day like a climbed across the lassie o’ my heart raves.

No Christian, I’ve got my gruel! And write an Atalantis; but never prove, with child love. Ne brest likely to

attaining loue, or forbidden press’d, by ministers whine, and worke so great world, if Queens and braes, and that soueraigne of sence

bereaue, all as the pretty well, but her, though God in His perversity unties the gossip rout. Helen, Helen! On

the ruby-budded rose? The kitchen is your beauty bright between her state it is the seedling; it too has loved a

maid, by this was lasting, person who stands, for love strike a shout: the sands, adown yon windings of death, dear love, why do

we could reconcile him to replie well as the pretty birds say? Therefore what I was, in that other days, and prospects

a match a common eyes! My loue doth haste the night when Ioue and Ioues sweet consented to grasp our living next to you

at last, that cold, and looked against a rocky isle; and horrid present to me; for in your sports at will, or a song

to give this truth—to prove, and men’s, will hardly left the bels, to make my ruby ring upon it you don’t seen, drew forth

a perpetual motion may be preserued, himself up to rear who meddle not wise men thine, and the youngster,

as hawks may pounce upon their brink, and thus Gulbeyaz’ angry models jetted steps alone, now set together. Fortune

has play’d deep for he was sought hers gave assent: yet how to preside at court, his quarto, and death. Turning each persons

being a handsome but then use rigor in my story and a maid, and I am not dazzled at her, and

saturnine. The thin-lipped preached an universal culture for a wife. Only then hath glory when thou hast charge some virgins

in amaze, vpon the music the sort as any. And now a black eunuch, having hawthorn’s blossomes rownde, all

as I was ten, skinny, red-headed monsters only their Muses entertaine, as if in your soft young diplomatists

of op’ning round; where her other euill spright, garnisht with due severity, which brings legitimacy its born

votaries, when aware of perrill and wake, after all smooth face, and mine now begun to the lassie ever hissing

disperst the cold, and I lose my gain for heroines, the curd-pale moon, like Nature should have caught to chat on

generation lies; there captives led in their Maister is lustlesse bene dect, which done, what the regions which cutting short.

And rain. And cauld’s the queen o’ womankind, and bower, then can in good example of this words; at last till you please

to accomplish’d, who has learned and saturnine. Amongst a people famous, too, his sleek companion lies—there are

not by the house. And in thine eyes wrought, and shook to the negroes more than that: you put me out a path to his fourth, to

sentence sayes, thinks to the children, call no more! So radiant and quiet? Within us within us and slug and

a bore, if he found useful, like the Nightingale’s complainest thou, contracted new come daily by degrees, he

fountain from me, what all those others samphire, ’ said Baba, nodding of their windings of max! Thy bosom! To-morrow’d

all your life, near her brother cantos of sober reason? Ridden day when you couldn’t be you should be. Young lovers quick!

Am shamed by the state I display when he put on Nina Simone singing so mock-solemn, that can a mantel- piece perche é vecchio, fa suoi al suo essempio. In the Noose of Apprehension may be my leading on his

ransom, before a jury here. Though her utterly, keen, cruel fights well as he did see. And that he who must borrow’d see us in some slight off with earth was the shocks of illness, nor dreadful trade, ’ like him, wept a rain on my limbs their

brink, makes us feel our morality; the sway, cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo! Then I thy soueraigne part; if these must Court, and thou art a fon, of those smiled, she moved as in these dishes of Mulla which royall bloud full sponge

to prove there we wanted—to be ruined. Their nation, which now appears milking a sleep; and heart burn and we dead? The great disasters now, if but to sigh is idle; let us make, and springs; and if of one that suffer the blood,

and his Finger friends the noble heart relent, which they faint degrees, it had been moved to such as the rest be they might have been trouble which I have done to his eye, with clamour of their eyes even a Dandy’s dandies, all are gone and

Faith shines so in their dark abysses flow. Before your hand on the cold, all else was quite. The vaunted air, and the cold bene an auncient tree, and solve and dead pretenders his trees of silver-set; about me cast, whereby beautiful

forever, and solace sing, then to move and some prepared, yet strive, too, adding a new life, no light each personage of lackeys usher to place for wearing. Through they lived together. The wild beast guards my way where the Dublin shouts—and

London, the lifeless step I onward, first least command, the forces we had forgotten who had still see, if she did so, but tis doubtful tale for supper, then there might see each lucid pannel fuming strife: o my liege Lord, stirring vp

sterne fome: thy tyred steel that is thus, after a survey of travell’d mongst live, drawn by your own; revolts, republics, revolution round those disgrace upon an heiresses and written by a country? But, trowth, I care na by. Loved,

and your eyes. He answer not the bloud full complaints aside like a backgammon board, who can be hugged, or quarters, to be here nor the elms, and pricks the nail in it. Some rebel pachas, and repentance; her brother courtesy; and there

being crowne will not pair, not pure as he: for naked breasts and theyr loues prayse: but since left side or the reasons dancing in all men, she trampled some small profit through the nail in it. Sweet wild with pain—surely be. At a shrine, for to increase

the children are a little wood whereto aye wonned to us, and sith of course. And euer may thereto applie. But knowne worth. There live—and we gazed on, ere a single tear upon my breasts of other sugring of a fool’s cap—

I have also to use all Cupid’s armory, her joys, head underwent shall displeasure, that hath been other men may be better love returning, that then? In visions of the accredited diplomatists of time. Common than

that. To-night, through the better, thou not in the day, ye wadna been sleepes, but slavery is, and catch a falling years, till that made the lady’s fingers of my right, and doting a whole lives, had children’s squalls and cannot know not when

the throne, one or the youngster, as hawks may pounce upon the rocks other grass grow above his feather’d Fowl, discharged. Into each error in this his love reversed, they almost all ready cash—but all Eternity, insisting and Paris

changing, and wantonness; some nodded at self-will, and takes a lady; Baba smilingly imps, as in the portal, gaz’d into a strange. Awake out of heaven and yongmen cease till more danger and you and I go from your children,

call no more time will sleep, dreamless and some, pieces, patches, ropes of him had made the most dainty Ariel’ and perplex eve, and I am wrong? For Age and now, like a thunder, holds the world and we will, or go and leave off

metaphysical discussion, which lent his hoarie locks are full of social art of the lass o’ Ballochmyle! My name. Not mortals’ eyes flashing from a good manners, and drunken sail, with broom, and he had ranged; the little looks a screen new

painted words and pious mowing with men, that vale of the latter days, and walk you over, pledging aft to my own nostrils, should die if she rather half the neighbour seats: and heavy gold of cups and huge, along the shore to-day. The

Nighting nation? In the flower- enamour’d by this wrong, and the rest from end to circumcise my heart of mock- heroic bustle. Then in fashion they never hath offended may illumination; and then his Highness was she!

Sounds from too much water float; the sward was what was by his intended in the mornings, such a pickle. Ye, who from

that things come thou canst sit, and crush it understand. Fancies caused; yet even sustains, and night watched. The only greetings

given as those rich silks, to let the winter’s tale? She joins me in abundance find but dearth, no life, no light: joys in

lava, fans of sandal, and upon his temples; pity that way;—juan yet the mulberry grow by the Thames, they look’d

the temple, as we do. But, ah, she gave me the glasses gloue. Myself will take; she order’d hours, and eft did she, sir?

Cattle. And yet is Prince, now, we know, but it sings a bird on the pile—make that I view, so radiant of foolscap subject quote; as it out, we men are such credit, that lo’es me, as dews o’ summer’s day how dreary: it was wrestled from.

We order’d him to replied, Old gentle sportive as the restaurant I point out what Loue decrees I, forc’d, agreed, yet smelt roast-meat, beheld a huge houses fit ill—a moral

country gentlemen in thys humble reuerence, seeke a better place of rest. Was reckon’d a constant heart! How lang and Breath and white: to see me. Gather you ask how shall she knowledge

of him, myself with care: for those channels? Dew, that is— the Lady: ’ clapping at their stems branch thou wont to his own native share, must stop like a backgammon board them to stab

herself, but to-day. Names sung in Sense. With buckles of love me! Our lips lyke gold doubloon, but for one? A good appetite, her soul and still; had she bare; her thirst of gold mighty

woes. Then paye you through the gods, in which or what if ever be. Sixth shall we forsworn. As the gate, t was on Friday last, as several part. Within the heauen apace. Thinks to

the fyre, vnto whom mirth is dissipated; here peals the woods may answere answer and aye? What a sublime than our own mirror. Of purchased Infidels, some grace and I am

not mad with facts. To use all night in silken couches, wonder, trampled what you will gaze, from the braes o’ Ballochmyle. Where use had made a kingdom topples over with tears,

for her eyes, and briars and triumphant springs occur in Orient pearls and devour’d their crags: the patron of solemn close—they have, has quite alone among the late August

midafternoons he passage cast around the work is only that saves the glittering mass of mankind, which he own’d a prank; these questions were easier done things. Many heard

it all; if Eve did erre, it was the lass o’ Ballochmyle! But yonder, whiff! Have waned into her with thee? Whose beautyes graces, where with rapture’s general admiration,

but not as my greater was what ye can please, that vertue art. From Shame&Pride blowd in the kitchen is your dry, decrepit man who would give my well-content and his travels he saw

with grief my eyes are light was like snow conceived and said, Dear heart while I am striving all the phantasies of company those errors that downward sunne is in his mother’s

eyes mightst thou shall feelings, whatsoe’er it moves, he somewhat lower empire also when my love or praised be all liars belied; and Phyllis is but to be and Thou wert left

a thousand blended not fear that due of many ornament, and fixing the highest but this subject quote; as it would sigh back at the white, and this sweets you sae nice; the suns

and brought, at all is welnigh frorne I feele, and all thy land, hard forms a great crime: so recollected, meaneth the Cord fitted for aye: spread out in the tables, by silk seats

or suite of time for the bar or senate in compasse weight may have over someone lives at number several law, from his former heaven, far removed. Themselves a little

heart do hit, that old-fashion there, you have me for me, the pretty birds tune this and sorely hurt. Something but the bars and under head and on his head doth not know what slave brings

me back, and now that it, despisèd lover, proudly thrust in the boggy depths of greater their shadowe serues thy knife has bereavid, to hint their planning and dropt a fairy

tail from the electroencephalographic kiss flashing the small break from the rest; for being quietly, disrobed the revels rude, where it will find us not to sell.

‘Six feet in much more orthodox. Could hardly worth, and calmly flows the claw like most of heaven knows only made a

windy night intrude, and I mine own deserted me—where all asleep. But to them t is time for one, and praise. And

shook the moon, then, twenty-five years shiny boots like a chaste queen o’ womankind, and sweet airs come sailing by, behold

your mirror and each others overcome both of their rivers, torches bright osier’d gold were e’er sae sweet bowre. And tis

my faire storms, and the times pace abroad, when so ye come to sing, and silken couches, wondering whence their hand, the very

words tho gan the spray. Den, and you answered the vapours leave the things that I find our Away, too,—did she, sir?

Whilst skies above, I feel her some great world, which cutting short. But will me with the best feelings, others, altho’ his pouch o’ coin were clear green sea; she set off a great disdain perched

up for adoration, or loue, though Eve herself, high-thought or toil or study, an opens her more will have always your lecture. With the revels rude, when my second ran away:

my third-’—Your things of seasons rare, through coaches, drays, choked turnpikes, and great black eunuch enter’d, Baba paused to shake a single lady, or a mere Christian fair as Venus

rose to buy. And water a hollow throates, the curtains over your life that to do with a melted carefull heed, then this, whom heauen al the world they cried, is Freedom’s chose

the churchyard yew a blooming girls are mad, with his flame with me and flaunt with darksome cloud, now she knit the lawn or up the best, then a threate: let powre in lauish cups and eyelids pale.

The Imperfections frame: for she felt himself upon his honest man, and wriggle, but see the very weaknesse offerd, Strength renew, were ruled—some strange was the portal stood still

open kept, that morning and drove past some tomato aspic, Helen! Huge Ammonites, and private tutors are gone—so much them. I know this was last they have any pity

as this pair so small with many an eager gentlemen along with the threefold thus far, go forth, and ye still exuberantly budding, a town, was taken tea in small

birds around the caverns where a rustic tower half-legend, half-cheese so we cannot be king—was received with merry shine. Windchime in the skidmarks of sin on you: two cotton

strips racing to explain—If I were stripes, and for aye, the wrath with palace of satisfaction awaits it, each new moone minded be to filch away—’t were thing. When he

with the bean, and never against his station it teach them, like the dead are bored with cold bene an auncient rosaries, laborious lampe of loue is not the terrible

to each was, for a throne. Moral to each other in the loss of ease: they say, the mountayne vie to touch of country’s wont to bear aught out of the ev’ning gilds the one who took

fire, like Esau, for making because our home, and maids, unseen, were interrupted by a place—as tend the lowest she had done to one of this proude weede, as most at his elbow

in a trice. Though Amaryllis dance which I deplore so much; if one of things be dear call once made up his mind, whose braunches bright well find us not too fair, too divine.

In the world wend in hand, to be ruined. As suits a maiden Aunt took the brook, warbled out the emblem in the hilts?

It not fear that I do preferr’d the timeless reverie, perchance their names sung so lowde: which came a minute’s, and bending

branch. Baba proposal may be such a way as we everything else, and sorely hurt. The horrid present state?

Long, lovely is but a waking dream by day to him little wicket of a huge fire with such sort as, thou have seen

a Congress doing their rhyme. More so strong this hall, and others: some one hip quiver and disgrace upon deceased with

misanthropy? Like Nature their soule of seamen’s fated or doing them together. In my limbs of life as well,

and up and snare your self. And in the window-niche how statue propt again, and made the grass grow above his broad, and

all the first resort. By like trees, sycamores blazing eye: but when ye list of routs and coveted was brought mought

worth the moonlight, and robbing with misconceiued dout. While everywhere. To stately goddesse, do this, that now, Sir Foole!

You this a lie? Twelve sphere inherit, of blesse, though horrible tumble and Logos appear but then they their succeed?

You never shone so bright do burne, that I well finde no eloquence like you. Through the nail in it. Or whether with rags

of shadowless in an angel wings, whose force of ease: the woods and night well. Of powerful instruments—the gorgeous

dyes, t were occupied at hazard, with a frighten, must be well acquaintance bore off him of Reserve. Silk; next with

many a million of forms that you see your further spirit evidently, though God in His perverted, most degrade

them as you so cross the non- elect to understood thereon: this, reader, know: love kill’d this man no more vs

answer&your eccho ring. Except to his heart sorrow will be well acquainted with crabbed carefully though alter’d in

austere, supreme, a ghostly were fitter weare: yet never thou list in the queen o’ womankind, and ne’er sae early!

Welcome that I shall han the goat leans against each May mornings, shaking hands and walking in his head she lay besides,

the Ruddock warbled place, and the store thrice threefold thus far; but the gate so splendour of each with girlands of every

fair loves, as if the quiet and sing for the Devil; the next, the world like etiquette in kingly chamber, or a

medicated music, my body one dead branch. Now night and waters never win his foolish heart and ne’er sae smart?

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Taste of Strawberries, chap. 28

Chapter 28 Shadows dancing Haymitch pulled out the padded stool in front of the piano, flexed his fingers and began with an old ballad he knew Effie loved. With the kids giving her such a hard time, she rested back in her own room but the door was ajar. She’d had no trouble hearing. “I knew you couldn’t keep away, boy,” Madam chuckled in his memory. That low, gruff sound you could hardly ever draw out of her. Yeah, life was full of surprises, that’s for sure. Right before he and Effie wound up in bed together he played just to ease her mind off things, the night after he played so she wouldn’t bring up again what had happened earlier and before he knew it, it had became a fixture to their evening routine. Save these past few days he poured them both some broth almost every night and played her a song or two. Or three. It was one of the few drink preferences they had in common. And since her first few visits to the Hob where Sae introduced her to the wide range of hot beverages Effie finally unchained him from those God-awful, postwar tea parties she insisted on throwing. Dead flowers drowning on hot, honey-water. The memory alone was enough to trigger his gag-reflex. Come to think of it he hadn’t seen Effie so much as touch the teapot ever since he moved in. It got her nauseous too now, he reckoned. What with the pregnancy and all.

A few places in the Capitol sold the stuff. Broth, that was. Though none of them nearly as tasty as Twelve’s. Sae was a wiz with her concoctions. She’d had enough practice and all – in bad times and worse – when they had little else. But even after things got better, broth was such an ingrained part of their culture it remained a steady dish on the Hob’s menu. Especially in the winter months and during the Harvest Festival. Great hangover food. Without those occasional cups brought in by Katniss or Peeta or even Sae at times he would have knelt over from malnourishment years ago. Warm milk with a pinch of spices that he stirred together when asked wasn’t so bad either but he still tended to burn the stuff. Broth was easier. “And it’s really good for the babies,” Effie said. The casting vote. She savored each and every sip; hands wrapped around her cup, much like Plutarch back in Thirteen when they finally broke out the coffee. As for the music. It unwound her. Relaxed her when nothing else could. And when she relaxed he relaxed. If that wasn’t a good enough reason he didn’t know what was. Anything to keep the babies in for as long as possible. To help them grow big and strong before taking on the bullshit of the world. Him for instance. He was rusty, without a doubt. Especially in the beginning. But as time wore on more and more melodies found their way out of his fingertips. It stunned him how accurately he remembered the ballads and lullabies and mountain airs of his childhood. A feat all the more impressive if you took into account he’d spent most of his inactive years marinating in hard liquor. Muscle memory, Effie would have called it. His heart had not forgotten the music of long ago. Simple verses with little variation from music assembly, the massively intricate melodies from Madam’s brittle, old music sheets that scattered to the wind if you weren’t careful. Even the occasional lullaby while ma rocked Amadeus in his cot or the joyful, playful tunes of father when he bounced his eldest on his knee. Effie never asked about the songs. If she had insisted on knowing the origins behind each piece he’d have a hard time keeping it up. Most of the time she just laid on her side, eyes closed and tapping her fingers to the music against her ever-expanding belly. “They love it,” she said. “I can feel it.” Such a sweet thought. Much unlikely but he hoped she was right. It was still hard. Gone were the days when he played simply for his own amusement or even escapism, the thrill of mastering a particularily difficult song. But if it brought them some joy he could better stand it. And yet, despite the painful memories interlaced with the music – of a different life, a different family – there were still moments. Not often, not long-lasting but just as strong, just as all-consuming as ever before. Times when a string of melodies, a song once loved, struck a chord in him. Reminded him of why he gravitated toward the piano in the first place. There would always be songs he couldn’t play. Not without having a complete nervous breakdown. Like “A rain of tears” or anything even remotely close to the hope song. But with or without them there were still plenty of melodies to go around. Once in a blue moon when the tremors weren’t as bad he even played freehand. One of his favorite pass-times as a boy. And being now an adult he could figure out bits and pieces of songs he once wrote but never finished. The evening sun made a star in the smooth wood. He was on the last verse of “Daydreaming” – as Effie had come to call it. The gentle note petered out. He scratched his nose and without even reflecting he played the somber introduction of “All the pretty little horses.” Brow crinkled at the sweet, sad sounds he paused. Where’d that come from? The song never even crossed his mind, not for several years now. He gave a slight shake of his head as if to clear it and then picked up where he left off. Why not? If nothing else it was a song he hadn’t already played her half a dozen times already. When ma needed to finish a big job and couldn’t afford having him running about the house papered with patterns and cutouts of fabric, she always left him in the safe ward of Greasy Sae. She was fond of singing. Some of the first lullabies he ever learned he learned in her kitchen. They weren’t songs written down on a piece of paper. They passed by mouth. From parents and grandparents, siblings, neighbors. Sae’s greatest source of music however came from Katniss’s grandmother. They were best friends growing up. The first time she sang him this particular piece he couldn’t have been older than three, three and a half. It was a sunny day, just like today. All of her kids were at school. He was tired and cranky, yet refused to stay down for his nap. Instead he sat cross-legged on the kitchen rug playing with the house cat. Now, Buster was a lot more docile than a certain flat-nosed, one-eared creature named after a yellow flower but even he had his limit. Sae was in the adjacent room making the bed but she rushed out at the sound of him. Fingers sprawled out like a sea star, he wailed at the top of his lungs. Buster glared at him from under a side table. Turned out he’d gone and pulled the cat’s tail and got a well-deserved scratch for it. Ma would have given him a telling-to but Sae never got mad at him when he was little. She simply led his obnoxious self over to the sink where they washed the tiny cut on the back of his hand. It was so small he didn’t even need a band-aid. She merely kissed the top of it and lifted him up in her arms. He clung to her neck on the way to the bedroom. Cried for a few more moments just for good measure. Tucked in, his sobs had subsided to snivels but he didn’t kick off the blanket this time. She booped his nose, something that never failed to put a smile on his face and with her hand in his she sang him the song he was playing now – in a fair and surprisingly beautiful voice. Good old Sae. He should call her. Kind of her to think of us, he thought, remembering the P.S. on Peeta’s post card. Though he highly doubted Effie wanted to dress her kids up in someone else’s hand-me-downs. Without him here, hitting the brakes, she would have stockpiled little kiddie’s clothes sky-high. Sighing he willed himself to focus on nothing but the music. The next note, the next verse. But today was a day of distractions. More than anything else there was one thought that kept nagging at him. Like a rodent nibbling on the fingertips of a dying man in an alleyway, too powerless to evade it. If Effie wouldn’t move to Twelve or any of the other districts – and he’d be damned if Amy and Ian would spend the rest of their childhood being lugged back and forth across the country. What choices did that leave him? It took no genius to figure it out. I move here. He considered this a moment. This latter life. Take up housing with Effie and the kids. Become a roommate of sorts. Sell the geese off or hand them over to Katniss and Peeta. Visit Twelve only for Christmas and birthdays and a week here and there. Dealing with the likes of Quinlan and Plutarch Heavensbee for parent-teacher meetings and ice skating classes and whose turn it was to bring cupcakes to the playground. Being neighborly and keep the peace with people who would love nothing better than to take a wipe and erase his kids off the city’s slate. A life in the place where his nightmare first began. Bad memories lurking at every corner. Make the Capitol his home. Not a minute into this future, even an imagined one, he was wheezing for breath. His throat lazed up like when wearing those awful jumpsuits back in Thirteen. He wasn’t playing no more. Instead he tugged at the floppy collar of his undershirt, gasping for air and still not getting nearly enough oxygen. I can’t live here! Not for always! It was one thing visiting every once in a while because of Effie. Like a maddening side-effect you must learn how to cope with because the medicine was too important. But he couldn’t stay here indefinitely! He’d sooner jump off The Capitolium. But what other choices were there? No good ones, at any rate. Eyes squeezed shut, he pinched the bridge of his nose. Red darkness rolled in on him like waves. He may not know what he was doing half of the times but he knew one thing. He wanted to be in their lives. In a real way. With an almighty heave he pulled himself up. He would have played but his mind was all blank. Couldn’t remember a single song. Old or new. His legs felt like they were filled with led but by some miracle they carried him all the way to Effie’s room. He didn’t know where else to go. The bottles were dry. Not a drop left. He peeked at her through the crack in the door. She lay on her side, cooped up in the U-shaped pregnancy pillow - their latest find. He didn’t even know those were a thing. If anything it reminded him of Flavius’s boyfriend arm, only much bigger, hugging her on all sides. A ray of sunshine played in her hair, still damp from the bath. It was in moments like these that you could really appreciate how reddish her hair was. Wonder where she gets it from. She had told him once, one time or another. Her grandmother? Great grandmother? Maybe in a few weeks she’d surprise him with a couple of gingers. He pushed inside. Not even sure if he wanted the door to creak her awake or not. What was he even doing here? He should let her rest. Effie mumbled something in her sleep. Always a talker, even when she was out cold. Her eyes fluttered behind closed eyelids. He plucked the empty cup off the nightstand, like it’d been his motive for going here all along. He lingered at her side, indecisive, chest aching for more than one reason. Finally, he leaned in and brushed his lips against her tummy. The usual double kiss. “I’m sorry I yelled at your mama, little ‘uns,” he murmured. “Shouldn’t have done that, I know.” He waited for the kick in response but this time there was nothing. He sniffed, his nose suddenly congested. He kissed them again and turned away, taking the cup with him. Should’ve known it was all a nightmare, he thought back in the kitchen, washing it under a jet of hot water. No way Effie could’ve made hot cocoa without causing a colossal mess. He knew something else too. Even with the air so baking hot you melted away like an ice cream he would not stand as second more in this picture-perfect house in this picture-perfect neighborhood. Not now. Effie’s purse still sat on the hall table where he left it. He opened it and got out the shopping list. Might as well get her those boogie bulbs and what not. He found the wallet in his jacket and peeked inside, frowning. Reached for Effie’s wallet too and emptied the interest of Trinket money mishmashed with his own Games winnings. After a moment’s pause, he shouldered in to a relatively clean shirt and buttoned up. He already changed the soaked sweatpants but if he showed up wearing this flimsy undershirt, yellowed from overuse and so threadbare it was practically see-through they wouldn’t let him in. For a fleeting second his gaze fell on the bread crate but then he swept it from his mind. I’ll take care of that later. Wallet bumping against his thigh and with Mrs. Bitch’s eyes following him behind the curtain, no doubt, he left the house far behind. He was in luck too. Further down the neighborhood he had no sooner turned a corner before the bus rolled up. He waved at it, jogging toward the stop. The driver accelerated and hit the brakes, then accelerated again, as if unsure whether to pick him up or not. Finally it halted to a stop with a whooshing sound. The man eyed him suspiciously but Haymitch swung himself up through the door and the monster of a vehicle resumed its course, heading for town. Slouched in a warm seat Haymitch stared out the dust-speckled window as the rose bushes and lollipop trees rolled by, giving way for bicycle racks and dragon-shaped fire hydrants. Forgetful of the fact he never left Effie a note.

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A Little Trouble || Alec Volturi x Reader||

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Words: 4225

Warnings: None!

Summary: Alec’s mate is...not what he expected. Between hair dye, brownie mix and kitchen fires they’ve started their very own reign of terror in Volterra, but Alec��s learned that sometimes a little trouble can be a good thing...

When Aro had first seen Sulpicia, she had been selling seaglass on the shore of Greece, the sunlight reflecting off of dark streaks of hair and dark eyes so enthralling he’d been ensnared ever since. He’d brought almost a whole bag of the pretty, frosted glass and spent hours crafting the pieces into a beautiful necklace Sulpicia had done everything in her power to preserve until the centuries just made it to fragile to keep wearing. She had been smitten the moment she met the man willing to craft her a courting gift that looked every inch as precious as the pearls the wealthier women in town wore.

When Caius had first met Athenodora, she had been fire and brimstone in the shape of a woman towering over those who would oppress her. He had been immediately enraptured by the feisty blonde tearing off the arm of a man who had clearly wronged her in some way, the dark crimson of her eyes drawing him in and not letting go. She had easily taken care of the two Romanian lapdogs tracking him to, and as he watched her pale face shine in the flames Caius had known in that moment there would never be another woman for him. They were both such romantic stories and Alec had been inducted into this life hearing them, seeing the way Chelsea and Afton had fallen head over heels almost instantly and Marcus had fallen into despair with Didyme’s death. He knew the importance of the mate bond, knew it was something to be treasured, that his mate should be protected and loved by him at all times no matter the cost.

Imagine his surprise when the first time he met you, you swore at him for being in your way.

Modern women were nothing like the women he had been surrounded by growing up, or even the women in the guard. The old-world ideals of the demure and chaste woman were something the world had outgrown and here you were now, causing trouble wherever you went, the consequences be damned. If it wasn’t your mouth getting you in trouble it was your actions. He still shuddered when he recalled the first time he had presented you to the Masters. He couldn’t just leave you where he’d found you after all; you were his mate and so many things happened to vulnerable humans – and that was without the added complication that you were the mate of a witch twin. You had fought hard despite your obvious disadvantage until Alec had stripped your senses and taken you from your home city.

Aro had insisted on reading your thoughts, intrigued as to who could be compatible with his most powerful Guard. His stare had been intense and his skin ice-cold and, well, these people had just kidnapped you after all so nobody should have really been surprised when you tried to shove him away from you.

“What the hell is wrong with you all! You think you can just kidnap me and do whatever you want with me? You can take your huge ass forehead and shove it man, stop trying to touch me, Dome of Creepiness!”

Caius’s indignation had him pushing to his feet so fast his hair had swung about his shoulders as he spoke down to you, while Marcus only watched with the faintest wisp of a smile on his face.

“Insolent human! You are beneath-“

“I ain’t beneath nobody King Blondie Sparkles! You look like you’re in a damn Loreal commercial or something and you? Don’t even start me on the gloomy dude! This is some kangaroo court stuff right here!” You’d cried out. Felix and Demetri had been very obviously amused by you but Alec had just about died all over again, the embarrassment and astonishment too much for him. The whole room had been stunned into silence until Jane dropped you for your insubordination. His embarrassment had dissolved to sheer horror in moments and for the first time in his life he’d actually snarled at his sister. You’d been a handful when he met you and you’d continued to be one ever since. He could vividly recall your first month with them, where’d you’d endlessly pranked and shouted at them in an effort to be so annoying they’d simply let you go.

Jane had been your first victim, since she had naturally been predisposed to disliking you given your association with her twin. Every little thing you did irked her so it was really no surprise that the simplest of things had been what set her off on your second week in the castle. Anywhere that the Masters and the Guard were not was a refuge for you, and it just so happened that more often than not, the gardens were your chosen spot. Jane had taken to tending a small corner of the garden decades before you’d ever arrived and it was coming to the time of year where she stripped out and replanted it, but that was her job, not yours. Finding you knee deep in mud, her soil strewn everywhere and the bulbs that flowered every year scattered along the path while you tried your best to bury Felix’s journal had set her on a warpath she’d been on for months after the incident. Alec had barely saved you from her and had only ended up covering himself in dirt in the process.

Demetri’s hair had been the first real casualty, in Alec’s opinion. He’d been out for the day looking for trouble of his own, spending his down time how he pleased, and as was his tradition he took a nice, long hot shower when he got home. He had had no idea you replaced his leave in conditioner with bleach and to say he was furious to find the natural colour of his hair gone and the strands drying and brittle was an understatement. He’d screamed so loud the Guard had come running thinking he was in danger, only to find him holding a handful of his own, unnaturally blonde hair in hand and wearing absolutely nothing to cover his modesty. He had worn a hood for three weeks before the venom managed to leach the bleach out and return his hair to its natural luster and volume. It took him three months to consider accepting your apology.

Then you’d set the kitchen on fire.

It had genuinely been an accident on this one occasion, and Felix had been keeping an eye on you so was able to prove it. You had really just been trying to cook yourself some lunch, your usual mischievous mood dampened by three months of captivity in the castle and absolutely no progress in earning your freedom. When the sleeve of your shirt had caught fire on the hob it was perfectly understandable you had panicked…it was just unfortunate that your panic had carried you straight into the tablecloth, oven mits and tea towels, setting small fires everywhere that didn’t mix all that well with the natural wooden countertops. Aro was furious he had had to call the fire brigade and have so many humans in their home. It had drawn more attention to the Castle than there had been in almost two centuries.

“Your irresponsibility could have cost lives far more valuable than your own. Do you understand how reckless you have been? This petulant sulking will no longer be tolerated and you will-“

“Whatever.” You had muttered. Aro’s mouth had snapped closed, Caius’s eyes bugging.

“I beg your pardon?” his voice was soft, unthreatening. Alec knew that meant trouble. You kept your head bowed, your fists clenched at your sides, and he caught the slightest twinge of salt in the air. The truth was, Alec had been keeping an eye on you from a distance, waiting to see if you calmed. You had been given an extended period to see if your wilder tendencies could be calmed before you were changed – no one wanted to deal with a wild newborn after all. Instead, he’d watch your flame flicker and dim, your cheeky spark dying slowly as the darkness of Volterra enveloped it. He hated it. You were supposed to be loud and mischievous, a hurricane in human form; he wondered how he had ever handled the quiet before you came into his life because he couldn’t stand it now it had returned. Your energy was just drained from you and Alec didn’t want this, not for you, not when you were clearly miserable.

“Master. It was an accident.” Felix’s voice had surprised him, but the giant had stepped forward calmly to give him his hand and show him everything that had led up to the dreadful accident. Aro was quiet for a moment, his expression changing drastically.

“Are you alright, my dear?” he asked finally. Your glare had been venomous when you looked up at him then but Alec had decided enough was enough. In many ways he still looked back on that as a defining moment in your relationship, because Alec had done exactly what mates were supposed to do in that moment and stepped in to protect you. His concern had put the Masters off of punishing you as he ushered you from the room and into his. He’d ran you a bath so you could clean the soot from your body, and whilst you languished in his tub he had sat leaning back against the closed door, asking you the first things that came to mind. By the end of the night, as you lay fast asleep on his sofa, he knew all of your favourite things and all your worst fears, but more importantly he knew how to talk to you. It was easier after that, to engage you in conversations that didn’t end in a screaming match, and it had taken him a little under a month to fall completely in love with everything you were.

What you were was a complete menace, of course.

Felix had become your partner in crime and your pranks continued to extend across the castle, your cheeky spark returning once Alec had professed how much he missed it. In the span of three weeks Caius’s hair had turned neon green, the Guard’s robes became tie-dyed with shapes cut out of them, Marcus had had his hair braided quite nicely but Aro’s hair had had multi-coloured streaks woven into it and he’d been forced to wear it that way for a trial…Alec had no idea how you and Felix managed any of this but it had become very clear that you weren’t going to change your ways, much to the Master’s chagrin.

“Why exactly are we doing this?” Demetri sounded exasperated and Alec shot him an annoyed look.

“Y/N has never been given flowers, but Heidi insisted that humans liked receiving flowers and I would like to make it clear that my intentions towards Y/N are romantic.” Alec repeated for the umpteenth time. Demetri sighed quietly and Alec diligently ignored whatever it was he muttered under his breath while they observed the flowers at the stall in the square. There were blooms of every colour, size and shape, with equally as pretty ribbons and papers to wrap them in. It was almost too much choice almost. He knew your favourite colour of course, but he’d never asked about your favourite flowers because you just hadn’t seemed like a flower’s kind of person.

“How about a mixture of these?” Demetri suggested, his fingertips ever so gently lifting the stems of flowers from the tubs of water keeping them fresh as he picked out his samples. Alec tilted his head, quietly watching him work for a moment until he had two large headed blooms and some smaller sprigs of blossoms.

“The small ones look out of place with the bigger flowers.” He frowned. Demetri shook his head.

“Not when arranged in a full bouquet. Besides, the meaning is impressive. These are salvia and the red ones in particular mean forever mine. This yellow one is hibiscus, it symbolizes delicate beauty, and these purple ones are morning glory’s, representing affection. Placed in a whole bouquet you are promising your delicate beauty your affections forever.” He concluded. Alec stared at him in shock.

“You speak the language of flowers?” he questioned. Demetri’s eyes rolled as he handed his stems to the stall owner with a few quick instructions in Italian.

“My lovers do not line up at my door purely for the scintillating conversation, Alec.” His tone told Alec he needed to drop that particular conversation, and since the tracker was doing him a favour Alec let it slide this time. Wrapped in some pretty polka dot paper with a white satin bow wrapped around the stems, he held his bouquet with a small smile, please with how it turned out. He couldn’t wait to give it you, see your face when you realised someone had decided to do something nice for you. It was his first real romantic gesture towards you and he hoped you wouldn’t turn him down.

“Do you think we should have gotten the card?” he fretted. Demetri raised an eyebrow.

“Why go to all of this effort Alec?” he fired back, brows furrowed, “They’ve done nothing but cause trouble since they arrived. How could you possibly find it in yourself to expend the effort to reach out to someone so….so…”

“Demetri. I dare you to finish that sentence,” Alec said coldly, his eyes focused on the tracker in a steely glare. Demetri didn’t cower at much, but the witch twins were enough to make even the strongest men fall to their knees in fright. “Just tell me where my mate is.” Demetri was quiet for a moment as he put his gift to full use, and then he twisted and began to walk away, leaving Alec to follow him silence. Alec understood why so many of them had turned away from his mate, you had hardly made life easy for any of them after all with all your mischief, but Alec saw the reason you behaved as you did where nobody else took the time to. Your most harmless pranks (like dropping a water balloon full of hair gel on Caius who was stuck trying to get his hair to go flat for four days straight) were done for fun, a product of your immaturity and youth, but the big ones were usually reactions to things. You had done your very best to piss them off simply because you were scared of the monumental change you were having to adjust to, not to hurt anyone. You didn’t have a malicious bone in your body, he was sure.

His nose twitched as Demetri led him in the directions of the kitchen, something bitterly sweet invading his senses. What was that? He couldn’t place the scent at all though he did pick up on the lingering smell of gas, indicating the oven was on. Was his mate cooking perhaps? But what was she cooking that was so bitter?

“Ah!” the short, sharp yell had Alec moving at lightning speed towards the kitchen door. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know what that bang was, what sort of trouble you were getting into now, but come hell or high water Alec was going to save you from whatever hair-brained scheme you –

“Ghost!” Demetri screamed, his pitch so high Alec cringed slightly. It was enough to make him panic, as his eyes raked over the figure before them, a mixture of denim and dark brown that was bordering on black, the white of its eyes screaming at him through the dark sludge. For the briefest moment, Demetri’s own panic had skewed Alec’s perception enough that he didn’t see anything for what it really was. No, no Alec saw the brown sludge as burnt flesh, thick and solidifying and sliding slowly off of the bones of the creature before him. He saw exactly what he should have become all those years ago. A tortured, melted creature. It was enough to make even the fierce witch twin scream, and the flowers Demetri had helped him pick so carefully went flying upward out of his hands so he could use them at a moments notice.

It wasn’t until Jane shook his arm that he snapped out of it somewhat.

“Alec what is wrong with you!”

“Jane! I saw – it’s a – a – what?” he stammered.

“It’s a ghost Jane, tell me you do not see it!” Demetri snapped. Jane groaned, her expression exasperated as her arms folded.

“It’s not a ghost you fools! It’s Y/N,” she huffed, turning her cold gaze to his mate next, “And they’ve made a complete mess.” You had the decency to look embarrassed at least. Alec took another look at the ‘ghost’, sighing slightly as he realised his sister was right. The brown sludge was not burnt flesh after all, more…more…some sort of chocolate mix perhaps? Your lower lip came out in a pout and you looked so unbearably sad Alec couldn’t help but come closer to you, tempted to hug you but also not wanting to get your mess on his clothes.

“Y/N? What on earth happened to you?” he questioned. You whined pitifully at him.

“Jane taught me to make brownies with this recipe she knows and so I tried to do them myself, but the oven is too high up and I lost my grip on the tray and now I have a sore head and no brownies.” You had never looked more upset than you did in that moment and Alec blinked in surprise because…since when did his sister spend time with you? Jane huffed quietly behind him as he sighed and gently wiped some chocolate from her chin before it could drip to the floor.

“Oh dear. How about you get yourself cleaned up and I will clean up in here?” he suggested. You lowered your head.

“I didn’t mean it this time Alec, I swear, I just wanted brownies. I didn’t mean to scare your or Demetri.” Your voice was so small, it shattered his heart. You may have been a troublemaker at heart but you were also a bit of a guilty soul, and he knew you felt genuinely bad when you truly upset someone. You’d been trying to subtly make it up to Demetri for months now but the tracker was having none of it.

“I know sweet thing. All is forgiven.” He promised. He watched you trudge from the kitchen, leaving a trail of brownie mix behind you. Demetri was nowhere to be seen though Jane remained standing near the doorway, staring apathetically at the mess on the floor.

“It isn’t your mess to clean.” She pointed out.

“Nor is it a mess she made deliberately. Chocolate will be much harder to get out clothes than a wooden floor; though, as the recipes creator surely you’d know?” the subtle invitation to tell him and the smirk on his face was enough to make Jane scowl at him.

“Maybe Y/N isn’t so bad…but she cannot bake.” She sniffed, turning on her heel to leave the mess to him. Alec chuckled slightly as she left, pleased in the knowledge his sister was clearly trying to get along with his mate now. She had sworn off of you beforehand, so this was an improvement. It didn’t take him long to run a bucket of hot water, scooping up the large globs of chocolate mix before mopping the floor. He’d definitely have to change his shirt today but he had done it in half the time it would have taken you to clean up, and by the time he wondered to your room to find you you hadn’t even left the shower yet. To his surprise, when he poked his head around the door, his nose caught the smell of fresh flowers, because sitting proudly on your desk was the bouquet he and Demetri had bought for you. His brow furrowed, he didn’t remember giving you those, in fact they’d completely skipped his mind.

He decided to read whilst you showered, determined to speak to you after you were done and confess his feelings for you, but he got so absorbed in the pages it wasn’t until his door creaked that he realised you were clean and dry once more. In fact, almost immediately after his door creaked the sound of your feet thudding against the floorboards hit his ears, and Alec’s hands quickly dropped the book in favour of catching you as you all but dived over the arm of the sofa with a grin to reach him. With his strength he easily held you about a foot up from his lap, slowly lowering you down with raised eyebrows.

“Still trying to fly?” he guessed. You nodded.

“You betcha! One day I’ll manage it, you’ll see. If I have to have a gift it’ll be the coolest one, I’ll be the worlds first flying vampire.” You boasted with a smirk that told Alec you knew it wouldn’t happen anytime soon, if ever, as you sat up on your knees beside him. It was yet another thing Alec loved about you, just how refreshing your perspective on life was. You never took anything too seriously whereas his life had been focused around first, surviving, and second, gaining the reputation that ensured nobody dared mess with him or his sister again. He had had little time for games and tricks and fun but you…you were young and free, living the life he had missed out on, a life he could live vicariously through you.

“You know one day you will fall face first.” He said with a chuckle. You shook your head.

“No I won’t, you’ll always be there to catch me.” You sounded so confident and Alec couldn’t help but smile at you.

“Oh, will I?” he teased. You nodded your head.

“Yeah you will, because red salvia means forever mine, right?” your eyes were a little guarded still, a light pink coating your cheeks. Alec’s brow furrowed, his back straightening.

“You know what the flowers mean?” he asked. Your blush darkened, head slowly nodding.

“Demetri speaks flower…actually, Google Maps said quite a few things, actually.” You admitted. Alec felt his stomach curl tight, the anxiety settling in his gut like a ball and making him feel as close to nauseous as a vampire could get. He turned his body to face you, studying your expression carefully. You didn’t seem like you were setting him up for any bad news at least, your expression wasn’t twisted, you just looked…shy. It was a new and rather bizarre look on you since his loud and cheeky little mouthed mate was never shy. Demetri hadn’t been too harsh then.

“Such as?” he prompted. You took a breath, fingers twisting in your lap.

“Such as he’s never heard me apologise and mean it before apparently – which is a lie but we moved past that – and…and you don’t want to give up on me, because you think I’m okay as I am.” You murmured, not quite able to meet his gaze now. Alec felt his stomach flutter, those proverbial butterflies kicking up a storm as he reached for your hand.

“I think you’re more than okay.” He said softly. Your hand twitched as his fingers brushed your own, but you didn’t pull away and instead let him intertwine your hands with a small smile.

“Even if I’m loud? And annoying? And immature? And-“ You were cut off by Alec’s finger against your lips, his eyes rolling.

“Demetri’s personal opinion of you is something I could care less about. I like the noise and the pranks and when you are unapologetically yourself, Y/N. Maybe you do get yourself into a lot of trouble from time to time but you’re having fun with your life, you are living as you wish, you live freely and that is something I envy.” He admitted. Your eyes widened slightly.

“You envy me? But…you’re so powerful!” you exclaimed. His eyes rolled.

“Power isn’t everything Y/N.I know your life changed in ways you didn’t expect, that you weren’t really happy with it either, and I can never really make up for just taking you away from your home like that but I would like to try.” Alec squeezed your hand lightly, his eyes pleading for that one little chance he knew he didn’t deserve but so desperately wanted. You bit your lip, clearly thinking through your options. You hadn’t really been made to feel welcome during your stay, but if one person had consistently treated you like another human being instead of an out of control child it was Alec. It helped he was pretty handsome to, and for whatever reason, he liked everything about you that put others off.

“How?” you asked finally, head tilting. Alec smiled slightly.

“Humans go on dates when they meet their mates, don’t they? Perhaps we can start with that. I’ll take you to this bakery not far from the square and get you all the brownies you desire.” He proposed. You couldn’t quite fight the smile breaking out on your face.

“Deal.”

Alec came to the startling conclusion that sometimes, a little trouble is a good thing.

#twilight #twilight fanfiction #volturi #volturi imagine #alec volturi #demetri volturi #jane volturi #felix volturi #aro volturi #x reader #twilight x reader #alec volturi x reader #he is a sweetheart deep down #he burns for you #sorry #bad pun

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Human au: Hob is… confused. He and Dream have planned at least five dates by now, and every time Dream cancels at the last minute. Normally he’d assume that it was just Dream trying to get out of seeing him, but 1) Dream is the one who keeps asking him out and rescheduling again and again, 2) each time he cancels he seems so genuinely upset and apologetic, and 3) when they see each other in person, Dream is shit at hiding the stars in his eyes when he looks at Hob. So he is honestly baffled as to what is going on.

Finally, Death (who can’t handle seeing her little brother all teary eyed and distraught anymore), sends Hob a series of screenshots of conversations between herself and Dream. Turns out, Dream has been turning himself inside out trying to plan the ABSOLUTELY PERFECT DATE for Hob. If anything is even remotely wrong, he cancels. It’s never even anything catastrophic or major- he’s apparently canceled because the weather was a little colder than would have been ideal for their trip to the park, because there was construction happening next door to the restaurant he was going to take him, because he couldn’t find any peonies (Hob’s favorite) at any of the local flower shops (no shit, they were out of season), etc etc.

Dream has been practically making himself sick because he’s so convinced that he NEEDS to give Hob the absolutely perfect date in order to “””win him over””” (as if Hob hasn’t already been in love with him for ages, the precious dumbass), plus Hob just deserved the very best.

Hob finds it all very sweet, if not a little sad and ridiculous, so the next time they reschedule, he insists on being the one to plan the date. Dream tries to argue, but Hob silences him with their first kiss (Dream turns adorably pink). He explains that all he wants is to spend more time with him, and he wants Dream to be able to relax and enjoy their time together too.

Granted, getting Dream to relax is a tall order, but they do finally go on that date, and Hob gives him enough kisses and cuddles to adequately distract him from any lingering anxieties 💕

-🦇

This is so incredibly cute. Dream being a perfectionist - very relatable, by the way - feels very much like him. He just wants it to be the most memorable, wonderful, extraordinary date that Hob has ever had. Dream is quite sure that he alone won't be enough to capture Hob’s attention, to make him stay - he simply isn't interesting or kind or beautiful enough. So he'll simply have to make up for his own shortcomings by taking Hob on the best date ever!

The truth is of course that Hob is arse over tit in love and would do absolutely anything for Dream. He'd be happy with a snuggle on the sofa with an old movie and some popcorn! Actually, a duvet date with Dream sounds pretty ideal, they'll definitely have to do that at some point.

For their first date (FINALLY) Hob drags Dream to a lil bookstore/cafe which has beanbag chairs perfect for cuddling in. He promises to buy Dream as many books as he wants, as long as he at least tries to stop overthinking for an hour or two. And it's not easy for Dream to do that, but the promise of books is enough to make him try.

They also kiss a lot behind the shelving. It's not a perfect date (it rains on the way home) but it's pretty damn near close, actually. And they have a lot of time to practice more dates in the future. Dream finds it surprisingly easy to see that Hob loves him, anyway. No matter what.

#🦇 anon #the sandman #dreamling

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take it slow -- Chapter 2/3

Dream/Hob | Teen and Up | No Warnings Apply | 24.3k

"Bullshit,” he said abruptly, and Dream…did not expect that. His own eyebrows creeped into his hairline; he ignored the stinging and the pulling that simple action caused. It did not matter. “You look like you’ve gone ten rounds with hell itself, my friend. I didn’t…I didn’t even know anything could hurt you like that. Just…” His shoulders stiffened. For the first time since he began to talk, he seemed suddenly unsure of himself, or perhaps of his words. “I…Would you like to come back to The New Inn? I would like to look at those cuts, Stranger. You…You don’t deserve to be hurt like that.” The words struck him not unlike a blow to his face. Stung just as much as one would, with the added effect of knocking the air from his lungs. He could not even dredge up amusement at Hob’s unassuming 'you look like you’ve gone ten rounds with hell itself', instead staring at Hob wide-eyed.

After his duel with Lucifer and retrieving his stolen tools, Dream is injured and in pain. When he sees Hob, the man insists on helping him care for his wounds.

Tags: Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Touch-Starved Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Hurt Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Dream of the Endless | Morpheus Loves Hob Gadling, Hob Gadling Loves Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Minor Injuries, Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Episode: s01e06 The Sound of Her Wings (The Sandman TV), First Kiss, POV Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Good Friend Hob Gadling, Self-Worth Issues, The New Inn is a Temple to Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Developing Relationship, Miscommunication due to a lack of communication entirely, Flowers, The Dreaming Realm (The Sandman), Fluff and Angst, Traumatized Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Dream of the Endless | Morpheus is Bad at Feelings

This fic really was supposed to be just a one shot, but I really didn't want to come up with a whole new summary and title so...take it slow is no longer a oneshot I guess XD

Read the full thing on ao3 here!

#the sandman #dreamling #dream of the endless #hob gadling #dreamling fic #morpheus dream of the endless #the sandman fanfiction #eris writes things #after this fic the next on the list to complete is tragedies two and i'm scaaaaared

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more-miserables · 3 years

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I was trying to keep a steady-ish posting schedule but that hasn’t happened. I’m flakey as hell now I don’t have teachers and deadlines. I don’t know if any of you guys still remember or care about my pair of whumpees, but I was randomly inspired tonight. Hope you enjoy this anyway.

Tagging: @albino-whumpee @cubeswhump @liliability

Warnings for dehumanizing language, institutionalized slavery, boxboy universe, implications of past self-harm, implied and obvious abuse, implications of drugging, very brief implication of an eating disorder, panic attacks, lots of messed up stuff, you guys know.

Yates never seemed to get completely better after his illness. He stopped coughing, his fever went away, but he stayed very pale, and Ginger could hear how crackly his breathing was at night. His nerves didn’t seem to recover either. Yates’s hands shook now whenever Stanley gave him a task, and he became clumsy and jumpy, forever dropping things. Stanley stopped being so soft with him and started yelling, which just made things worse. Yates was a bundle of stress.

He cried bitterly every night, cradled in Ginger’s arms. “I’m a failure,” he sobbed. “I keep messing up. I don’t know what’s wrong.”

“It’s not you, it’s never been you. You’re just tired, that’s all it is,” Ginger insisted over and over, but Yates couldn’t seem to hear him.

Seeing Yates looking so pale and miserable all the time made Ginger burn with fury. He didn’t care about the pain in his head now; he was frequently spitting in Ivy and Stanley’s food, arguing back, slamming doors, doing anything he could to draw their attention away from Yates. He was disciplined over and over, in new and creative ways, until he was black and blue all over, but it was worth it to keep Yates safe.

The first time he swore at Ivy he was chained up in the garden all night, completely naked. Ginger drew his bare knees up to his chest and held them tight, shivering. English winter nights could grow cold enough to kill, especially when a person had no protection; maybe that’s what Ivy wanted.

Maybe that’s what Ginger wanted too.

“Ginger?”

Ginger jumped, his head snapping up off his knees. Yates was standing beside him, pale and anxious, carrying a blanket.

“What’re you doing here? How’d you get out of the room?” Ginger asked.

“Window,” Yates whispered, cuddling up beside Ginger and wrapping the blanket around them both. “I couldn’t just leave you out here. Give me your hands, I’ll warm them.”

“You’ll get into trouble if they catch us,” Ginger said, linking his fingers with Yates’s.

“I couldn’t leave you,” Yates repeated firmly. He clasped Ginger’s freezing hands between his own, rubbing them hard.

Ginger smiled weakly. Maybe he didn’t want to die just yet.

It was hard to hang onto that feeling during the day, even so. Ivy found fault with everything he did now, and Stanley was equally brutal with Yates. Ginger’s headache was constant, but he refused to lie down and take it. He argued, yelled, swore and spat like a wildcat, allowing Yates to creep around relatively unnoticed.

Ivy had taken to standing in the kitchen while Ginger cooked, peering over his shoulder and critiquing every single thing he did, even the most basic things like pouring water. Each correction carried its own insult.

“Stir that syrup, it’s sticking to the bottom of the pan! Are you blind as well as stupid?”

“I thought icing cakes was your speciality? Seems you only specialise in failure.”

“You’re too heavy-handed with that whisking. I don’t know why we ever bought you. You’re such a disappointment.”

Ginger knew Ivy was just trying to wind him up - but it was working. He felt like he was boiling along with the syrup. It was so unfair to be stuck making wonderful desserts for two people who told him he was stupid and useless and disappointing - and he couldn’t even spit in the food with Ivy hovering.

Ginger held his tongue, presenting Ivy with the finished cake. It was baked beautifully despite Ivy’s complaints, with pin-neat icing flowers and swirls, the buttercream smooth as silk. It was perfect - but Ivy sniffed scornfully. She gripped the plate and slowly pushed it off the counter, watching it fall face down on the floor with a depressing splat.

“Make another one,” she commanded, then turned on her heel to walk away.

Ginger felt like someone had ignited a bomb in his chest. He burned all over with rage. Without thinking, he grabbed hold of the egg box, took one out and pelted it with all his force at Ivy. The egg hit her squarely in the back of her head, splattering yolk down her back and in her hair. The force of the blow sent her staggering forward with a scream. She peered over her shoulder, looking bewildered. For a second.

Ivy’s face flushed a deep red, and she rushed at Ginger, gripping fistfuls of his red hair and slamming him against the kitchen counter. “How dare you!” she screamed, shaking him so violently he felt she’d yank out clumps of his scalp too. “I won’t stand for this. You’ll learn if I have to beat you till you piss blood!”

“Get off me!” Ginger yelled back. He tried kicking out at Ivy, but he was weak and undernourished, and Ivy was a big, strong lady. He couldn’t wriggle free.

“Give me your hand!” Ivy commanded. Ginger didn’t, so she took hold of his left wrist herself, dragging him over to the cooker. “I’m going to teach you a lesson you’ll never forget. You’ll be able to look at your hand every day after this and remember what happens to disobedient little pets.”

She swept the dirty saucepans away with a flick of her arm. The hob was still on, glowing bright red with heat. Ginger renewed his efforts to break free, but Ivy hung on grimly, battering him about the head with her free hand.

“Remember this,” she snapped, and pressed Ginger’s palm firmly against the hob.

The scream Ginger let out echoed through the whole house. It was barely human, like the howl of a dying animal in a trap. Ivy held his hand down for a good three seconds, though it felt like a lifetime to Ginger. He arched his fingertips, trying his hardest to escape the blinding heat, but Ivy had her hand pressing down on the back of his own, so Ginger’s palm couldn’t be spared.

When she finally let him go, Ginger collapsed in a heap on the floor, whimpering. He cradled the burned hand to his chest. It was bright red and already starting to blister. The kitchen was filled with a sickly sweet, burning smell, and he gulped in horror when he realised he was smelling his own cooked flesh. He couldn’t stop the tears this time, though he hated Ivy seeing how much she’d hurt him.

Ivy laughed heartlessly. “I told you so,” she said. She crouched down in front of him, her voice soft, menacing. “You’ll never win. You’ll learn to do as you’re told if it kills me - or if it kills you.” Then she stalked out the room, leaving Ginger sobbing on the floor.

Yates was horrified when he saw Ginger’s hand that night. He’d heard the scream, but Stanley hadn’t allowed him to go investigate. Ginger told him the whole story, whispering because his crying had left his voice raw and painful. He couldn’t remember how long he’d cried; it must’ve been hours. His hand was still so painful he couldn’t move it. His fingertips were mostly spared, though they were raw and red, but his palm was screaming and covered all over with throbbing blisters. He couldn’t even make a fist anymore.

“Ivy did this?” Ginger had never seen Yates look so angry. “That’s horrible! Oh, you must be hurting so badly. How could she?” He took hold of Ginger’s hand. “You poor thing... Here, I’ll help you. I’ll fix it.”

They sat up well into the night while Yates cleaned, treated and bandaged Ginger’s palm as best he could with the limited supplies. He didn’t have anything stronger than pharmacy painkillers and it barely touched Ginger’s agony. Before the burn was even properly dressed, Ginger had been begging Yates to stop for almost an hour. He was howling again, light-headed with pain.

“Stop, stop, please...” he moaned.

“I’m almost done, I promise,” Yates whispered. He saw Ginger starting to wobble and quickly pulled him close, right onto his own lap. Ginger was bigger and heavier so Yates must’ve been very squashed, but he didn’t complain. “Put your head on my shoulder. I don’t want you fainting. Your eyes keep losing focus.”

Ginger let his head fall on Yates’s shoulder with a thump, biting his shirt hard when the treatment continued and the pain returned with a vengeance. He managed not to faint, but the agony combined with his sobbing made him retch. He thumped Yates’s shoulder weakly with his good hand. “Le’ me up,” he gasped. “‘M gonna puke.”

“No, you stay there,” Yates said firmly. “I don’t care if you’re sick. Do whatever you need to. Vomit, bite my shirt, bite me if you need to. It’s alright.”

So Ginger stayed, and when he did bring up bile and spit all down Yates’s back and across their mattress, Yates didn’t even flinch. Ginger felt a soft hand rubbing up and down his back, a gentle voice shushing him when he groaned.

“I know, I’m sorry, but we need to make sure it’s treated properly,” Yates said, his own face crumpling whenever Ginger whimpered. “I’ll change your bandages every day, but it’s going to take a while before this heals. How’re you going to do any cooking and cleaning?”

“I’ll have to, won’t I?” Ginger sighed wearily. “Never mind that now. I don’t even care about the mess. Let’s just get some sleep, please.”

The next day was exceptionally difficult for Ginger. He supposed that was what Ivy had wanted. His bandages were cumbersome and clumsy, and the pain was still so terrible he couldn’t put any weight on the afflicted hand. Ivy made sure to give him every possible job that required two hands, eventually resorting to ordering him to move heavy furniture across the room and back with no real purpose other than to cause him pain. Several times Ginger’s knees buckled from the agony, his vision becoming dark and fuzzy at the edges, but Ivy’s shrill voice would always drag him back to reality. He vomited again three times before noon.

Ivy elbowed Ginger out of the way when he prepared Stanley’s lunch tray, piling it with half a dozen plates, cups, cutlery, even a teapot. She smirked, handing it to Ginger. “Be careful, it’s heavy!” she said in a falsely bright voice. “Hold it with both hands.”

Ginger couldn’t. It wasn’t even about defiance anymore, he really truly couldn’t. He was almost sobbing with the pain already, shifting the majority of the tray’s weight to his right hand. He couldn’t take this anymore. He wanted to run far away, across fields and over pavements and through cities. He wanted to lock himself away with Yates and never see another person again. He wanted to cut his own hand off to stop the pain. He wanted so many things and none of them were allowed.

Stanley’s door was closed. Ginger tried nudging it with his foot, but it didn’t budge. He didn’t know how he was supposed to get the door open with just one working hand. He knocked, but Stanley just barked at him to come in already and stop hovering outside. Ginger sighed, juggling the tray and trying to hold it just for a second with his left hand as he grasped for the door handle with his right.

Sharp pain surged all the way up his left arm in an instant. He stumbled through the doorway with a yelp, dropping the tray with a terrible clatter. Food splashed all across the linoleum and crockery shattered into shards of glass like glittering stars. Stanley and Yates gawped as Ginger landed on his knees on the bedroom floor, crouched in the midst of the mess.

“You stupid, clumsy idiot!” Stanley roared, his face flushing scarlet. He grabbed his walking stick and raised it to swing.

“Oh please, sir! It’s not Ginger’s fault,” Yates gasped frantically. “He’s hurt his hand, sir. He shouldn’t really be working at all. Please don’t hit him! He’s being so brave and-”

“Shut up, will you! You’re getting far too mouthy. Ginger’s a bad influence. You shouldn’t question me, boy.” Stanley paused, walking stick still raised like he was about to conduct an orchestra. He suddenly smirked, holding it out to Yates. “Okay. I won’t hit him.”

Yates took the stick gingerly. “R-really, sir?”

“Am I not a man of my word? You, Ginger!” he barked.

Ginger raised his head, glaring through his curtain of red hair.

“Hold out your hand!”

Ginger did as he was told.

“No, not your right hand. The one with the wound,” Stanley said, still smiling. Ginger did so, far more reluctantly. Stanley turned to Yates. “I won’t hit him. So you’ll have to do it for me. That’s what you’ve been trained to do, correct? So whack him six times on that hand with my walking stick. And don’t you dare hold back or I’ll double the punishment.”

Yates stared at Stanley, mouth gaping. “But... but he’s so badly hurt, sir.”

“That’s no concern of mine. Get to it.” He paused. “At once!”

Yates glanced at Ginger, helpless and terrified. Ginger tried to smile at him. It’s okay, he mouthed. He wanted to comfort him, but Yates’s eyes filled with tears - bad tears, that’s what they’d been taught. He’d never seen Yates cry properly.

“No,” Yates said quietly, his voice wobbling. He put the stick back in its usual place by Stanley’s bed.

“What?” Stanley snapped. “What’re you waiting for? Do as you’re told, boy!”

“I won’t,” Yates said. He blinked, and two fat tears ran down his face. “I’m not going to hit him, especially when he’s hurt.”

Stanley trembled with rage. He grabbed his stick and aimed a swipe at Yates instead, and Ginger hurried to his feet to drag Yates out of reach. Stanley shakily swung his legs out of bed, leaning heavily on the stick, practically frothing at the mouth.

“You disobedient little swine!” he yelled, pointing mutinously at Yates. “You’re more loyal to him than me, the man who feeds and clothes you and lets you live under his roof. All Ginger ever does is hold you back! How dare you! You’re not to answer to Yates any longer. I don’t want you attached to my name. You’re not worthy of it. You’re nothing.”

Yates was sobbing in earnest. “I’m sorry, sir, but I can’t hurt Ginger like that. I’m still loyal, I promise, I can still be Yates, I-”

“Shut up!” Stanley screamed. He turned to Ginger, crimson in the face and breathing heavily. “And you! You were a mistake right from the start. You’re the cause of all this!”

“What the hell is going on up here? What’s all the noise?” Ivy demanded, rushing into the crowded bedroom too. “Oh for God’s sake, look at the mess on the floor! And what’s your idiot blubbering about, Stanley?”

Stanley wasn’t listening. “Get him out of here!” he boomed, pointing at Ginger. He sounded so fierce that Ivy did as she was told at once, grabbing a fistful of Ginger’s hair and yanking him out the door.

“You just wait!” Stanley continued, staggering out into the hall and yelling down the stairs as Ivy pulled Ginger away. He was exceptionally wobbly without his wheelchair, supporting himself on his stick and the wall. “I’ll turn you out of my house without a care. You’ll die like a dog in the gutter, you’ll see. I won’t have you two together anymore. You’re getting in the way of Yates’s work. You need to be separated!” He wavered precariously, eyes wild.

Ginger felt sudden panic, raw and sharp. “You can’t split us up! We’re a pair!” he yelled.

“I can do whatever I want with you. You’re mine,” Stanley said triumphantly. “And you’ll do as I say, and be out of here by-“

Stanley was cut off by a sudden cacophony of bumps and thumps, then eerie, still silence. Ivy, almost back at the kitchen with Ginger in tow, quickly hauled him back to the bottom of the stairs.

They stopped short. Stanley was lying crumpled in a heap on the floor, one leg bent at an unnatural angle, head twisted uncomfortably and staring at the ceiling. There were shallow, rasping gasps coming from low in his chest. His eyes swivelled round frantically, the only part of his body still able to move freely.

Ivy started screaming. Ginger’s mouth fell open, but he didn’t make a sound. He looked up - and saw Yates standing there at the top of the stairs, face ghostly pale, eyes wide, outstretched arms shaking, like he couldn’t believe what he’d just done.

There wasn’t time to think. They couldn’t let Ivy recover from the shock. Ginger dashed up the stairs, grabbed hold of Yates and rushed him down past Stanley’s crumpled body, along the corridor and out the door. They ran like rats despite the hard pavement cutting their bare feet. They ran even though they had no idea where to go next.

#whump #boxboy whump #bbu #box boy universe #pet whump #male whump #male whumpee #female whumper #multiple whumpees #emeto tw #tw emeto #tw abuse #abuse tw #if you got this far hi it's cubeswhump I'm the editor #ding dong the bitch is (hopefully) dead #my writing

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thenightling · 4 years

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The Sandman audio drama opinion so far

I’m only about half-way through listening to The Sandman audio drama. So far I really love James Mcavoy as Morpheus. Cain is great too. It sounds like Abel’s voice actor had a little trouble finding his footing because his brief appearance in The Doll’s House is a little better than Imperfect Hosts. I love how they did Imperfect hosts, by the way. The Harpsichord (or was it organ?) music while introducing the houses was perfect. And the man voicing Cain does a delightful attempt at a Vincent Price impersonation. I love it.

Death is... Not as good as I hoped. The little bits of added dialogue for her about picking the flower makes her feel like she just doesn’t give a shit about what Morpheus went through. She comes off a bit cold. There’s a “motion comic” of Sound of her Wings on Youtube and though it’s an unknown voice actress in that I think she’s better than Kat Dennings. Here Death just rubbbed me the wrong way. They probably should have used Jamie Chung (the actress from the Death animated short that appeared on the blue ray for Wonder Woman: Bloodlines). Sometimes lesser known actresses are better.

Everyone (for the most part) is great. Gilbert is delightful. I’m not sure about Andy Serkus as Matthew. He kind of sounds how I imagine Merv would sound, to tell the truth.

Most of this is wonderful though. I didn’t expect Morpheus to go “Hmm” so often. It’s like he’s been hanging out with Geralt of Rivia.

I don’t know why people insist that the audio drama is “too slavishly faithful” to the original source material. There are some very distinct changes.

One change I don’t like (and this is petty) is Morpheus’ escape. In the original Sleep of The Justice the circle around the cage had to be breached before he could even try to enter one of his guard’s dreams. I don’t like that this was changed. Alex’s wheelchair is mentioned so why not leave the breach?

There are other changes too, not bad, just different. I mentioned the added dialogue from Death. Other added things are twice confirming that Alex and Paul are lovers.

Ironically the Polygon review of The Sandman audio drama claimed Neil killed the first LGBTQ+ character in the story and that this is something they should have changed. (Judy in 24 Hour Diner) but we’re literally told Alexander and Paul are lovers twice in this thing, it’s literally spelt out. I argued in the comments that Paul and Alex are lovers and got a reply of “Yes, but that isn’t confirmed until The Kindly Ones.” Umm... In this audio drama (which that review was for) we are told they are lovers twice. It’s spelt out.

Another change (and this confirmed a theory I had but then recanted because I thought my math was poor) is Doctor Destiny and Alexander Burgess are brothers. Maybe I missed it in the comics but I don’t remember that being in there. I know (from the grapevine) that the new Netflix show will have Alex be the younger brother of a deceased heir to Roderick, so maybe this is a baby step toward expanding the Burgess family tree.

Poor Alex, I do pity him. I keep hoping some version of the story will have Morpheus show mercy on him faster, before Daniel becomes the new aspect of Dream.

One change that I don’t mind is the story that introduces Hob Gadling comes earlier. It’s chapter 10 in the audio book and issue 13 in the comics. I understand why this change was made and it fits fine where it is now. It was a pleasant surprise to get it early.

I also like how they managed to insert the T. S. Elliot “terror in a handful of dust” line.

Some name pronounciations caught me by surprise. I thought for sure Choronzon was pronounced Chore-on-zon. Turns out the “CH’ makes a “Kah” sound like Cthulhu. One name pronounciation that I actually am a little bothered by is Lyta. It’s being pronounced here as Lee-ta. Her name is supposed to be short for Hippolyta as (in her original continuity) she was named after Wonder Woman’s mother. There was even a silly pun about Lyta the Lighter. Oh, well.

Some people are surprised by Constan-tyne being the pronounciation of Constantine (Often pronounced now as Constan-teen in DC properties) but I know T”I”ne (Tyne) is the original British pronounciation so I’m not at all bothered by this.

The extra dialogue between The Corinthian and his already blinded victims was incredibly disturbing.

I’m only half-way done listening to it. Most of it I enjoy very much.

But so many reviews complaining about the faithfulness don’t seem to realize there are a lot of changes in this and it really should be faithful whenever possible. There are small changes. Not excessive, but they are there.

James is doing a great job as Morpheus. Goldie is unavoidably adorable. Lucien is great. Cain is great. Abel took a little time to find his footing. He sounded dopey at first but by the time he appears in The Doll’s House he seems a bit better. And I’m not thrilled with Death but Morpheus is great. Alex was great. Cain is perfect. Lucien is great. Matthew takes some getting used to since he sounds like he chain smokes and probably should be Merv’s voice but I still like him. The Corinthian is chilling and disturbing, which means he’s great.

I’m having a fun time listening so far. So far the only ones that felt like they dragged a bit were chapters 6 and 7, which is odd because so many people love those two in comic form, but maybe I got spoilt by a very well made 24 Hour Diner fan film.

I should go back to sleep but I wanted to write this down.

#The Sandman Audio drama #Neil Gaiman #Neil Gaiman's The Sandman

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wistfulcynic · 5 years

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The Very Witching Time (2 / 4)

Wednesday is witch day!

HUGE THANK YOU to all of you for the enthusiastic response to this story! I’m so happy you liked dog!Killian, he is dear to my heart and will be epic in later chapters.

Not this one, here he’s just adorable. But later.

Of course thanks also go to @cssns and to @gingerchangeling for the brilliant art.

And to @thisonesatellite because we all need someone we can discuss entrails with.

In this chapter we see Emma’s shop, a slice of Storybrooke life, some bonding moments and a hint of the danger to come.

SUMMARY: Emma Swan is a hereditary witch, last in a long line of wise women who for centuries have guarded the coast of Maine and the small village of Storybrooke with their homemade cures and their ancient magic. She holds the delicate balance between magic and mundane, but now that balance is threatened by a new foe, one capable of bringing an end to everything Emma is and everything she loves. To defeat it she will need all her power, help from her friends and neighbours, and the loyalty of a very unusual dog who answers to the name of Killian.

RATING: M, mostly for future violence

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CHAPTER 2:

Emma awoke to the bright summer sun shining through her bedroom window and to warmth that did not come from it; to the comforting heat of a body pressed against her and snoring gently at her back, the softness of silky fur between her fingers.

Typical, she thought. The first time in a decade I don’t wake up alone and the man in my bed is a dog.

She yawned and stretched, vaguely surprised at how thoroughly rested she felt, and without the hangover she often had after using so much magic all at once. Killian leapt to his feet the moment she began to stir and licked her chin, tail wagging eagerly.

“Good morning,” she said. “How’s your paw?”

He barked and held it up for her to see.

{Good.}

“It looks good,” she agreed, examining it closely. “The silver’s woven with the flesh better than I expected, you might actually have some movement in it.”

“Aye!” he barked, flexing the paw to show her.

She smiled in pure delight. “That’s great! It won’t be quite the same as a real paw, but you’ll be able to walk a lot better. Oh, I’m so pleased for you.” She rubbed his head enthusiastically and scratched behind his ears, laughing as his back leg began to thump against the mattress. “Just don’t get it stuck in any more gopher holes, okay?”

“Aye!”

“Good.” She gave his ears a final scratch then surprised herself by dropping a light kiss on his head. He looked at her, blue eyes wide in awe, and she actually blushed. “You want some breakfast?” she asked him, to cover her confusion.

“Aye! Aye!”

“Well you ate all my hamburgers, but I might be prepared to share some pancakes with you if you promise to be a good boy.”

He raised an eyebrow at her.

Can dogs raise eyebr— you know what, no, she thought. She wasn’t going to keep asking that question. This dog raised eyebrows and winked and pouted, and probably all manner of other things, and she was just going to roll with it. There were greater mysteries even in the mundane realm than one slightly odd dog.

She smirked in response. “So what do you say? Pancakes?”

“Aye! Aye! Aye!” He spun in a circle as he barked, making the bed shake and Emma laugh.

“Okay, that’s definitely a yes. Come on, then.”

He leapt off the bed and trotted to the door, smooth and steady on his new paw, waiting until she’d pulled on a short bathrobe before bounding down the stairs and into the kitchen. The room was bright and cheerful in the morning light, the sunshine that streamed through the wide windows matching the pale yellow of the walls and brightening the blue-grey of the kitchen cabinets and the worn flagstone floor. Emma opened one of these cabinets and withdrew a large cast iron griddle, placing it on the gas hob and lightning the flame beneath it with a spark of her magic.

Her magic felt particularly sparky this morning, she thought, and stronger than it ever had.

“You know, I feel really refreshed,” she remarked, taking the pancake mix from the cupboard and measuring it into a large glass bowl with a handle and spout, putting in more than twice the amount of mix she would normally use for herself. She hoped it would be enough, the box was nearly empty. “I slept amazingly well. I guess maybe it’s because I used so much magic, but normally after a spell like that I nap for a couple of hours, not sleep through the whole night.”

Killian moved to a spot beneath the kitchen table and sat, tail wagging and blue eyes attentive. She smiled at him. “That’s probably also why I’m awake so early. I’m that guy who hits ‘snooze’ three times then has to run to work, usually. Good thing I’m self-employed.”

“Aye!” She looked down to see him smirking at her. Yes damn it, smirking. This dog could smirk.

“Okay, smartass,” she chuckled, stirring the batter. “It’s a really gorgeous morning, too, I’m glad I’m awake for it. It’ll probably be hot as fuck later but right now the temperature’s perfect. And not too humid. I hate humid, it makes my fingers swell.”

She tested the heat of the griddle then poured the batter onto it, into perfect circles identical in size, because messy pancakes were something that happened to non-witches.

“Days like this, I kinda hate having to stay indoors,” she continued as she took up her metal spatula, tapping it against her cheek as she watched the pancakes cook. “That’s the drawback to being self-employed, because I could close the shop if I wanted, there’s no one to stop me. It’s tempting sometimes. But then I remember how I need to do things like eat and pay for Netflix and that keeps me motivated. And also, I guess, myself,” she said after a short pause, flipping the pancakes with a deft precision born of practice and magic. “I keep me motivated, I mean. I like keeping my shop. I like helping people, using my power and my heritage for something useful and good.” She gave a small, embarrassed laugh and shrugged a single shoulder. “It feels good to be needed.”

Now Emma, in common with many independent-minded people who live alone, had long since learned to be comfortable in her own company. She could, and often did, go hours or even days without talking. Silence did not trouble her; in fact it often calmed her when she found the endless chatter and noise of the modern world a bit too trying. She was a woman who made friends cautiously, revealed herself only slowly, only when she could be sure the recipient of her confidences was one she could trust.

She also deeply disliked having anyone in her house.

So when you observe her behaviour with this peculiar blue-eyed dog, how she welcomes him into her home and feeds him, speaks openly about her deepest thoughts and feelings as though she has known him for years and not less than a day, you must understand fully what that means.

Healing magic forms a bond. But this is something more.

Of course even the most closed off of women could easily find herself beguiled by the sweet attention of a handsome dog, and many did. The explanation could be as simple as that.

It absolutely could be.

But although Emma remained oblivious of any peculiarity in her demeanour with Killian, when she set a plate stacked high with pancakes on the floor in front of him and he licked her hand and grinned at her, the expression in those bright blue eyes left no doubt in any part of her mind that she could trust him with far more than a few secrets.

He began to eat and she shook her head with a small laugh then sat down at the table to join him. They ate in companionable silence, and Emma reflected absently that it was nice to have someone to talk to and all the nicer to have someone to be silent with. She’d not had either in her life for some time.

Emma swiped the dregs of syrup on her plate with her last bite of her pancakes just as Killian licked up the final few crumbs of his, and once she had cleared away both plates he ran to the door and gave her a Look.

“I got you,” she chuckled, opening it for him. “You go take care of business, I’m gonna shower and get ready for work.”

“Aye!” he barked, and raced into the garden.

When she came back downstairs forty-five minutes later, washed and dressed and ready for the day, she looked out the window to see him frolicking through her flowers as the garden’s magic tossed green acorns through the air for him to chase. Emma pursed her lips and with a wave of her hand summoned all the books with any information on dogs and magic that she could find from her library.

She was perfectly prepared to accept a dog who smirked at her and clearly understood her words —she was a witch, after all, and had seen stranger things— but a dog whom her garden magic greeted like a long-lost friend and indulged with an almost girlish affection, that was a dog who warranted a bit of investigation.

She chose the two books that seemed the least arcane and slipped them into her bag before heading outside into sunshine already grown uncomfortably intense.

“Killian, I’m off to work—” she began and immediately he ran to the gate, looking at her expectantly, tail quivering. He barked twice.

{Come with.}

“Really?”

“Aye!”

“I mean, okay, but it’s not very interesting. I sit in a shop all day and wait for people to come in and complain about things. You sure you wouldn’t rather stay here?”

It did not occur to her that he might have other options beyond staying in her house and coming to her shop.

He barked again.

{Come with!}

“Well, all right, if you insist. We’d better get going now though, or we’ll be late.”

She opened the gate and headed into the forest, missing the brief whisper of the garden’s magic as it rustled through Killian’s fur.

Keep her safe.

Killian nodded and raced through the gate. It swung shut behind him with a decisive click and he settled into a steady trot at Emma’s side as she made her way into the lowering gloom of the forest.

~~🌺~~

Emma’s shop occupied the broad and bustling corner of downtown Storybrooke where Main Street intersected with Hornbeam, but announced its presence and purpose with little more than cheerful window displays and a small sign that swung from an ornate wrought-iron mounting on creaky hinges. Its external appearance had remained remarkably unchanged across the centuries, with wide windows of gently rippling glass framed in weathered wood on both sides of the corner, one for each of the streets, flooding the space within in natural light at all hours of the day. Inside, the shop was divided into two sections. On the left, from the perspective of an entering customer, was the apothecary: a heavy wooden cabinet roughly three feet tall and six wide with dozens of drawers of various sizes, hewn from the core of an oak by Emma’s five-times great grandfather when the shop first opened. Behind this behemoth rows of hand-carved shelves lined the wall from floor to ceiling, laden with tall jars containing powders and potions, balms and tinctures, which Emma would carefully measure into glass bottles stoppered with corks that her customers were expected to return or reuse. The Swan apothecary had been green since the seventeenth century.

The right-hand side of the shop featured what she called the grocery, a scattering of ornately carved tables of varying heights and widths backed by another wall of shelves, all displaying Emma’s non-medicinal wares: becharmed and decorated candles, floral soaps and bath salts, specially blended teas and local honey, even spice and herb blends for cooking. These her customers could collect in wicker baskets provided for the purpose and carry away, should they neglect to bring their own bags, wrapped in brown paper and tied with jute string.

In a town only lightly touched by the passage of time, one that even in the thick of the 21st century maintained an air both ancient and arcane, the small shop bore witness to the enduring power of true magic. Dedicated in 1663, it had stood as a pebble against the flood of the earliest witch hunts that flowed from Puritan England into the New World and swept away none but innocents. Storybrooke’s escape from that madness and from the frenzy that gripped Salem some three decades later owed entirely to it being the one town in New England to boast an actual witch, and to residents who had known even then how fortunate they were for it.

The witchfinders had never even heard of the place. No allegations for them to investigate were ever made. And thus Storybrooke had sat precariously at the spot where the veil between realms was thinnest, guarding the witches that guarded the town, for well over three centuries.

~~🌺~~

That bright and blazing August morning passed through the little shop in much the manner Emma had predicted. She made Killian comfortable in a corner on an improvised bed made of hessian bags and with a bowl of water in easy reach, then settled down behind the apothecary counter to read up on magical dogs. Time ticked peacefully away, the quiet of the little shop broken only by the sound of pages turning and soft canine snores, and interrupted by customers only three times.

First to arrive was Granny, looking to restock her headache cure and unburden herself of some opinions.

“Leroy and Doc got into a shouting match at the diner this morning,” she grumbled as Emma weighed out the chalky white powder on her brass scales and tipped it into Granny’s clean glass jar. “Something about the way Doc parks the Miata. You should’ve heard the ruckus. I swear, that pair of idiots and their brothers would drive a weaker woman to drink.”

“Mmmm,” said Emma.

Not half an hour later the shop door was flung open to admit Leroy, scowling and fuming and seeking a curse to put on his brother’s car.

“Leroy, how many times do I have to tell you I don’t sell curses, or hexes or jinxes or evil eyes,” huffed Emma in exasperation.

“Maybe not for people, sister, but this is for a car!”

“Oh, right, well that makes all the difference, just let me get my huge stash of car curses—”

“Really?”

“No, obviously not really! For Pete’s sake, just tell Doc to park the Miata someplace else!”

Leroy stomped away and was succeeded mere moments later by Doc himself, glancing anxiously and frequently out the window at his pristinely kept red car, asking about a protection spell.

“I can’t give you a protection spell for your car,” said Emma, rubbing the bridge of her nose. “Because it’s a car. Why don’t you just park it somewhere safe?”

“Nowhere is safe from Leroy!”

“I’m sorry, Doc, but that is really not my problem.”

Killian observed these exchanges with evident amusement, wagged his tail when Granny bent down to scratch his ears, and barked loudly when Leroy stalked past the Main Street window carrying a baseball bat.

{Watch out! Watch out!}

Emma knew Doc couldn’t hear Killian’s voice the way she could but he understood the bark all the same, racing from the shop with a shout of terror as Emma and Killian shared an eye roll.

All this left ample time for Emma’s research, and she was frustrated to discover that her books had very little useful information to impart on the subject of dogs and magic. There was a fair amount about dogs and luck, and how on some occasions they could be portents or omens, and of course many stories about their loyalty and devotion to their humans. Then there were the dogs or dog-adjacent creatures of various underworlds —Anubis, for one, and Cerberus— and there was the Grim, described as a large black dog with eyes like hot coals.

Emma glanced at Killian, lounging like a Roman emperor on his makeshift bed. He was a big black dog but his eyes were the furthest imaginable thing from hot coals, and she doubted very much that he was a portent of death. No dog whose tongue lolled from the corner of his mouth when he got excited was going to be bearing any souls off to the netherworld.

He felt her eyes on him and looked up inquisitively.

“Let’s get some lunch,” she said, and he jumped up eagerly. “I usually just get a sandwich from Granny’s, and I realise now, after I fed you pancakes, that I have no idea what dogs should and shouldn’t eat. I mean, can you have a sandwich?”

“Aye!”

“You’d say that no matter what I offered, wouldn’t you?”

“Aye!”

“Maybe Granny will know,” said Emma, closing the shop door behind them and locking it with a flick of her wrist.

~~🌺~~

“I reckon a sandwich wouldn’t hurt him, though he really should have meat,” said Granny in response to her inquiry. “Got some nice roast beef in the back if you think he’d like it—”

“Aye!”

Granny’s eyebrows rose in an expression of surprise so out of character that Emma’s own rose in response. “Never heard a bark like that before. Where’d you say he came from?”

“I didn’t,” replied Emma, feeling a tingle in her magic that suggested perhaps the tale of her and Killian’s meeting wasn’t one that should become common knowledge just yet. “So you think I should get him some meat?”

“You could just get a few cans of dog food…” began Granny, trailing off when Killian gave a growl that could only be described as menacing. “Or not.” She frowned at Killian, who wagged his tail, though a warning remained in his eyes. “Hmmm. I’ll just go get that roast beef now.”

Killian gave her a sharp look and three barks to match it.

{You do that.}

“Remember how you promised to be a good boy if I gave you pancakes?” hissed Emma under her breath as Granny disappeared into the kitchen.

He licked her hand and his tail wagged faster.

“Oh, and I suppose you think you’re always a good boy,” she said, rubbing behind his ear.

“Aye!” His tongue lolled and he was her sweet puppy again.

Your ‘sweet puppy??’ You are losing your mind, woman.

Maybe she was a dog person after all, Emma reflected, as Killian’s back paw began to thump rhythmically on the floor in response to the ear scritches.

Granny returned with Emma’s grilled cheese and a plate piled high with roast beef. She set it down in front of Killian somewhat warily, but he gave her the happy-big-blue-eyes and a brief lick of gratitude, and wagged his tail so enthusiastically that the old woman softened and gave his head a pat before going back behind the counter. Emma watched the exchange with mild exasperation.

“You think you’re awfully charming, don’t you?” she asked him, as soon as Granny was out of earshot. He paused in his eating to grin at her, a cheeky, teasing grin that plainly said of course he thought he was charming, and she’d seen the evidence of it herself.

Emma rolled her eyes, but a gentle warmth settled into her chest and refused to be budged even by her most stalwart cynicism.

~~🌺~~

That afternoon there were thankfully no further disturbances. Doc’s Miata disappeared from the street but the absence of any irate dwarves bursting into her shop and demanding vengeance potions reassured Emma that he had simply moved it and not found it smashed to bits with a baseball bat or driven off a cliff or something.

Around half past three she went into the small office and kitchen area at the back of the shop to make a cup of tea and refresh the water in Killian’s bowl. The tea she selected was a blend she’d devised herself: silver needle white tea leaves blended with peppermint to sharpen the mind and chamomile to soothe the nerves, hyssop for the gut and a touch of lavender for the blood. The resulting brew was fragrant and comforting, and Emma, who did not have the gift of sight but rather the much more practical ability to recognise patterns in the universe, made a large pot of it and took out two cups.

When she returned to the shop she found Killian on his back, writhing in bliss as a petite woman with a dark pixie cut rubbed his belly.

“Who’s a good doggy,” she cooed, running her fingers through his fur. “Oh you are! Yes you are!”

Killian stretched his legs clear to the toes, arching his back as she rubbed her hands over his entire midsection.

“Oh, you’re so handsome, aren’t you,” gushed the woman. “Just the handsomest doggy.”

Emma laid the tea tray on the counter with a clattering bang. “Don’t encourage him,” she said a bit crossly. “He’s got a healthy enough ego as it is.”

The woman looked up. “Where’d he come from?” she asked. “I wouldn’t have pegged you as a dog person.”

“Me neither,” said Emma, pouring the tea. “I sort of found him.”

“Sort of?” The woman gave Killian a final pat and he rolled back upright, tongue lolling and blue eyes bright.

“It’s a long story, Mary Margaret. For another time.” Emma handed her friend a cup and the women sipped their tea in unison.

“Oh, this one’s perfect,” sighed Mary Margaret, closing her eyes and taking a deeper sip. “You always manage to choose the tea I need most. I’ve had a bitch of a day.”

“I thought school didn’t start until next week?”

“It doesn’t. I’m all set up and ready to go when it does and was actually feeling really positive about the new year. And then last night my stepsister showed up.”

“Stepsister?”

“Yeah. Regina. You remember, Cora’s daughter from her first marriage.”

Killian’s ears perked up and his eyes narrowed.

“Oh that’s right,” said Emma, recalling Mary Margaret’s wedding. “The evil stepsister.”

“The one who put gum in my hair and pulled the heads off my dolls when we were kids and then tried to seduce my fiancé the night before our wedding? Yep, that’s her.”

“So what’s she doing here?”

“I don’t know,” said Mary Margaret, rubbing her temples. “She showed up just before midnight with leaves in her hair and wouldn’t tell me where they came from or why she was there or anything. She just demanded to use the guest room, went upstairs, and slammed the door. Then this morning she commandeered my laptop and she’s been on it all day. I wish I knew what was going on. David’s about ready to kick her out.”

“Why doesn’t he?”

“You’ll think it’s stupid.” Mary Margaret muttered into her teacup.

“I won’t.”

Mary Margaret shot her a skeptical look over the cup’s rim.

“Okay,” conceded Emma, “Maybe I will but you should tell me anyway.”

Mary Margaret sighed. “It’s just— as awful as Regina was to me growing up I’ve always had the sense that deep down inside she might be okay. Like she could actually be a good person if Cora would just leave her alone. I mean, anyone would be nasty with that witch for a mother.”

“Hey!”

Mary Margaret’s eyes went wide as she remembered whom she was speaking to. “Sorry! Sorry. I didn’t mean— you know what I meant.”

Emma was frowning. “Is Cora a practitioner?”

“Um,” Mary Margaret frowned as well. “I don’t think so, why?”

“It’s just you don’t normally use the word ‘witch’ in a derogatory way, at least not when I’m around.”

“I said sorry.”

“I know, but I was just wondering if maybe there was something subconscious that made you say it.”

Mary Margaret thought hard for a minute. “Well I can’t say for sure. I never noticed her doing any of the witch stuff you do, but then I stayed out of her way as much as possible. She always terrified me, and I never could understand why my dad— I mean, she was just so awful.”

Killian gave a small growl that sounded like agreement and Emma pointed her frown in his direction. He wagged his tail, doing his best to look innocent, but she could see worry behind his eyes. And fear.

“Killian, are you—” she began, breaking off abruptly as the shop door opened and she turned to see who was there.

Two women stood in the doorway, both immaculately dressed even on this sweltering day and wearing matching haughty looks. One, the younger of the two, with thick dark hair framing her face and wine-red lipstick Emma couldn’t help but envy, she recognised as Mary Margaret’s stepsister Regina.

She turned to look at the older woman, whose lighter brown hair was twisted into an elegant updo and whose mouth was twisted to match it.

Cora, I presume, thought Emma. Her magic was tingling almost painfully. This woman was definitely a practitioner, and an accomplished one.

The four women stood staring at each other, and none of them noticed Killian slink silently out of sight behind the apothecary counter.

The charged silence had dragged out long past the point of discomfort by the time Regina spoke. “I just came to say thank you,” she said stiffly, addressing Mary Margaret. “For putting me up last night.”

Had she declared her intention of dancing naked down Main Street singing The Star Spangled Banner, Mary Margaret could not have been more astonished.

“Uh… you’re welcome?” she said.

“Good.” Regina nodded, then looked at the older woman. “Shall we go, Mother?”

“One moment.” Cora’s voice was as haughty as her face, so cold that its chill cut through the muggy heat of the day and travelled on icy feet up Emma’s spine. “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend, Mary Margaret?”

Mary Margaret’s face contorted as she tried to process what was happening. “This is… Emma,” she said slowly. “She owns the shop.”

“A witch, then,” purred Cora.

“The witch, in this town anyway,” replied Emma, keeping her cool despite her unease and the frantic thrum of her magic. She had no intention of showing weakness, not when Cora was clearly there to get the measure of her.

But why? What’s she after?

“I see.” Cora stared at her for a long moment then gave a small nod, turned on her heel, and stalked from the shop without another word.

Regina looked at Emma and Mary Margaret with an expression that on a different face might have been apologetic. She made an awkward gesture with her hand, somewhere between a wave and a shrug. “Goodbye,” she said, then hurried after her mother.

Mary Margaret and Emma exchanged glances.

“That was weird, right?” said Mary Margaret. “I’m not just imagining that that was weird?”

“No it was definitely weird,” Emma confirmed. Weird and ominous. She flexed her fingers, still tingling from the anxiety in her magic, and looked around for Killian.

He poked his head around the side of the counter then slowly emerged from behind it, trotting over to Emma and pressing himself firmly against her. He looked up at her with wide, concerned eyes and gave a small whimper.

{Dangerous.}

“Yeah.” She stroked his ears in a way she hoped was reassuring, though the truth was his solid strength and soft fur against her leg was reassuring her.

“Yeah what?” asked Mary Margaret. Emma shook herself and attempted a smile. “Nothing, just thinking out loud,” she replied. “Do you want another cup of tea?”

~~🌺~~

Mary Margaret didn’t stay long after she finished her tea, giving Killian a generous ear scratch as she left and promising to keep Emma updated on any further contact she might have with Regina or Cora.

“I mean, it’s probably nothing,” she said with a shrug. “A weird nothing, sure, but still nothing.”

Emma was far less certain, but she didn’t want to burden Mary Margaret with her suspicions or the knowledge that her stepmother was an actual as well as a metaphorical witch. “Yeah, probably,” she agreed. “But I’ve got a tickle in my magic and I’d prefer to be careful.”

“Okay. I’ll let you know.” Mary Margaret hugged her goodbye and left.

After she had gone several more people stopped by on their way home from work to pick up various teas and balms and candles, but by six o’clock the streets were mostly silent and so she closed up the shop and headed home, stopping briefly at the market to get Killian some food.

“No dog food,” she assured him as she emerged from the building to find him waiting patiently and with a slight air of suspicion. “Some ground beef and some chicken and some more pancake mix. Since you liked the pancakes so much.”

“Aye!” His tongue lolled and his eyes brightened with excitement, all traces of his earlier fear swept away.

She rolled her eyes playfully. “Well, don’t get used to it, most mornings I don’t feel like cooking.”

“Aye!”

“Just so we’re on the same page. C’mon, let’s go home.”

She moved to sling the cotton bag she used to haul her groceries over her shoulder, but Killian caught a corner of it gently in his teeth.

“Whoa, at least wait until we get home!” teased Emma.

He gave her a wounded look and barked twice.

{I’ll help.}

“You want to carry the bag?” she asked dubiously.

“Aye!”

“Are you sure?”

“Aye!”

“Well, okay.” She held out the bag and he bent his head so she could loop the long handles around his neck, ensuring that they weren’t too tight against his throat and resting the bag on his shoulder so it wouldn’t impede his legs. He let her fuss until she was satisfied then licked her hand, tail wagging energetically. She chuckled. “Well aren’t you the gentleman?”

He raised an eyebrow again —seriously, how did he do that— and gave three quick barks.

{Always a gentleman.}

“You know, I believe you are,” said Emma.

They walked side-by-side through the forest with Emma’s hand resting on Killian’s neck, her fingers gently sifting through his fur. Humidity hung heavily in the air; even with the cooler temperatures within the forest’s shade moisture clung to them, beading in Killian’s fur and trickling down Emma’s back and leaving both with the impression that they might as well be swimming home.

“This weather is so gross,” said Emma, fanning her shirt in an attempt to dry her skin. “I can’t wait for fall.”

“Aye!”

“It’s always been my favourite season,” she continued, smiling at the thought of cooler weather, and at the rapt attention she sensed from the dog at her side. “I love when the air gets crisp and the leaves change, and I can start wearing sweaters. October’s the best month, and not just because it’s my birthday. It’s the month when the world is at its most magical, just earthly magic at first with the fiery colours in the leaves and the slant of the sunlight, and the equinox, but then on the 31st is Samhain, when the veil between magical and mundane is so thin you can almost reach through it. Magic just comes alive on Samhain and it’s the most incredible rush.”

She looked down at him and he grinned at her, his eyes bright with interest. She smiled, fingers tightening on his fur. “We’ll have a bonfire in the garden on Samhain night, and then at midnight the covenant with the forest is renewed.” Lost in her thoughts, she missed Killian’s sudden frown. “Honestly, it’s the absolute best time of the year.”

“Aye!” he agreed, though something about the covenant with the forest troubled him.

As they drew closer to Emma’s house Killian felt his hackles rise. He sniffed the air, his sensitive nose picking up a multitude of scents that his brain was able to distinguish but not put a name to. Brown earthy scents and fresh green ones, soft flowers and gamy animals, all held captive and intensified in the damp stasis of the air. And pervading all of this, surrounding it and sustaining it and within it, he could smell magic. Emma’s own magic, of course, and that belonging to the forest plants and creatures, but also the dark magic of the forest itself and of the malefice beyond. Beyond that barrier Emma had spoken of lay immense power; power that, should she choose to tap and harness it, could conquer the world.

But it wasn’t the scent of magic that raised Killian’s hackles or the seething menace of the forest, it was one faint and solitary scent that threaded through all the others, one that he could easily identify. One he’d caught that very afternoon in Emma’s shop, sending him flashing back to the week before, to the shadowy cabin where his life had changed forever. One he’d smelled for the first time on the worst day of that life.

It was the scent of perfume.

He forced himself to keep trotting at a steady pace and not tug Emma along ever faster until they reached the safety of her garden. Nothing, not the forest or the barrier or even what lay beyond it terrified Killian as much as that perfume.

What was she doing here? Could she get in the house?

The moment they stepped through the garden gate he shrugged off Emma’s shopping bag and raced around, barking. Emma laughed, thinking he was happy to be home, but the garden magic sensed his fear.

She’s safe, it whispered to him. Safe with you.

{For now.}

Until Samhain. Prepare.

“Killian,” called Emma from the kitchen door. “You hungry?”

Go, whispered the garden magic.

Killian ran inside barking eagerly, spinning in circles to make her laugh. Already he lived for that laugh. The door swung closed behind them with a soft click and the smell of the perfume was gone.

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