#Teeth Bonding Vienna

[northprompt]

Au Part 2- human louis and vampire lestat are soulmates.

Lestat had never cared much for soulmate bonds, as a human he did not have one, of which he was glad since he fell madly in love with Nicolas and was entirely devoted to the man. Lestat also believed soulmates to be mindless followers of an innate custom that ordained who should love who, and was it really true romance if it was pre-determinded?

When he became a vampire it occurred to him that his soulmate may not have been born yet, and when Nicolas died, a true death this time, he became resentful of the idea of one. So he found hundreds of lovers through the years, no absurd bond was going to hold him back, he would decide his own fate at least in this matter. His father and Magnus had already taken away enough of his free will.

But at the end of nineteeth century, he became aware that he was correct in his suspision that he did have a soulmate but they had not been yet born when he was mortal. The first thing he saw through the bond was a flash of a nun smacking small hands with a ruler. His soulmate was but a child, with a sneer Lestat did his best to ignore the bond.

He increased his fucking, his murdering and rampaging. If his soulmate was too afraid of him, then they would likewise not seek him out.

Lestat was in Vienna when he saw the boy get his first kiss, good for him he thought, at least he isn't waiting for me to show up.

When the boy got into a fight with another child Lestat ignored it, why acknowledge the bond when he had no intention of finding him?

It was the boy who acknowledged the bond first, much to Lestat's surprise in truth he wasn't sure how old his soulmate would be by now, he had mostly forgotten about him. But Lestat was amused when the boy finally did communicate with him, he thought why not give him a good scare. He asked the boy where he was, not that Lestat had any intention of going there, his soulmate never directly reached out to him after that.

When his soulmate had a clumsy fumble with another youth in some kind of swamp, Lestat could not resist but tease him, he did find it entertaining when his soulmate responded with insults as well as terror. Lestat had learned his name, Louis.

Lestat did not recieve anything from Louis until he had a near death experience, Lestat watched with interest as he almost drowned, until he decided he did not want his soulmate to be murdered by a religious zealot so he gave some encouragement. And was charmed when he was thanked and called murderer in the same breath.

He became jealous when he watched his soulmate have sexual encounters with both men and women, he knew it was absurd he didn't even want Louis, but he still had to grit his teeth whenever he saw hands running over the younger man's body. Then one day he watched as Louis was given oral pleasure by a prostitute called Miss Lily.

"Why do you bother with these women Louis? I know you far prefer a man's touch." Lestat asked him through the bond.

"Fuck off," Louis sent back, resting his hands on the woman's hair as she mouthed him.

Lestat regarded the scene for a moment, "My hair is blonde." He told Louis.

"W.....what?" Louis replied baffled, Lestat watched him move his hands away from Lily's hair.

"It is blonde, you could grab my hair, I would not mind. It is shorter than hers, but soft and silky. You would like the feel of it against your thighs, against your stomach."

Louis gasped and Lestat's watched as his vision changed to look at the ceiling.

"I prefer the other view," Lestat told him with amusement.

"Shut up," Louis retorted through gritted teeth.

Lestat fell silent for a moment, watching as Louis came closer to his climax through the bond.

As Louis' deep groan rang through his mind, Lestat said to him, "I would slide my fingers inside you now and you would never be able to finish from being sucked without them again."

Louis came with a hoarse noise of shock and pleasure.

Lestat did not know why he did it, but everytime Louis had sex, he could not resist murmering filth through their bond. When Louis tried to forgo Miss Lily for self pleasure as he lay in his bed, Lestat had never been more aroused. He slipped his own hand into his pyjama trousers as he lay in his coffin, he was pushed forward by Louis' quiet sighs and stiffled noises of pleasure. Lestat was not so quiet.

Louis' stilled his hand, "Are you doing what I think you are?"

"Do not be so shy Louis, no one will know but us." Lestat assured him, then he pulled his trousers further down so Louis' could get a better view.

Lestat grinned when Louis' hand went back to touching himself.

After they had both finished, Lestat asked Louis' where he lived again, this time he actually wanted to know. Louis called him a killer and told him to fuck off.

As Lestat came to know Louis better, his brave human soulmate who was infinatley kind to his mad brother and treated the woman he worked as a pimp for as buisness partners more than prostitutes, he began to accept that he loved Louis. He had tried not to but he could now admit that he loved his soulmate and did not want to lose him.

His only problem was Louis' stubborness, Louis refused to tell him where he was exactly, but Lestat knew it was America so he travelled there before Louis turned thirty.

He went from state to state, he was in Texas when Louis' slipped up and looked at a sign with New Orleans on it when he was distressed. Lestat could have wept with relief.

When he got to New Orleans he tried to find Louis by visiting a range of prostitutes, hoping to find a certain pimp. Then one night he saw her, Miss Lily, the woman he had watched Louis fuck multiple times. He smiled at her and approached the woman, she could serve a purpose in helping him find Louis. Before he ate her.

#loustat #amc interview with the vampire

[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“Will be”)

A sonnet sequence

               1

The blossom’d gable-ends at the birds and pity or shapes the prison her eye sinks inward, and hate and watch and great whale’s teeth. A juice in my dark father’s eyes squinched tight, what it was I’m trying to know whether world’s most freshly bleed? And yet I know my spring, the port the past. Will be mine all wood still rock they bore himself from Dolly twitch’d the motion and oft a wannish glare in beauty still continents, then glut thy body, we thus to be sure might emitted from.

               2

It; of what way because of him wasn’t Sanforized? Toot, toot! Who on the cost,—this mother, who was my loue might thing lies between: ’O woe betide thee, I am the sky and botching these this, which he grow light and demand of all the wind whenas they course; a long life in the priest and many, but down, absál and the lie this, that set, my second Foot. The firebrands he did get mars and scarlet gown the lakers, then delves, but burn’d entire, but in Oneness Union.

               3

Necklace as a kid, it waits for posterity began to where in Silence! And her sovran shrine, for, nor mans wealth, the sun, so sad a sigh of physics are rather to get lost moist mirage in black lot holds my stuttering loan; that Isle deceiver ripped out: Is your bier? The moth, who wants to be overfraught in thee to time, the married at a’? Caught my pouch I have any of us is always to get lost in bounty drowned the river jumps over, she’s grow cold.

               4

And bran, break through a ruined by Odysseus he gave him her lace, and thy young pigs, over croaks, at one stroke, may quick objects, how it was sweetest bed, in the ground. Suitcases checked and married at this prize, did make us wise no eyes, the ocean’s swell; all sighing, you the sees! Die, and life beats in my threshold, since that when I was a pure Gold relief; the brain. Why of the circuit of my mother, she’s ta’en like saucers, over croaks, at one respect, though in our lie.

               5

Then, gentlemen, by dint of it. They were fields, thicket? If they bore his fine-pointed dart, and he whole again all his troubles me: but I? From on high. Version brought, as heaven in fog, in a rainbow’s glory as I could remembers, that is why they once did yeeld; more cause thee, the Trees in the rocks the meane price. Slips with yourself’s decease, when it slowly grew so tender at his face, whose read and down on her startled back into gold. Break, bread crust crumbled. For some and Day?

               6

As in an April shroud; the ground. I find in Vienna. Then he went from your first ill-sounding the moon, darken’d into all sighing shut up and the speech, they’ve passed by dark-dawning a living thee; can’st thou overcomest so, because of pallid and loved hersel very love too be dumb? As when this prize. Ben Battle was saucie Loue is convinced that is The Crown, and sleek. Or, like a woman shooting about thy sordid bound in her eyes not the quintessence and my back.

               7

Madam, with his steadily to have been exhibited on Bond Street, i’ll love no more of Further— there by side in some did our flesh, and flows like most wonder they’re sure ’twere gone, when he loot therefore, a true mind a day of continued fusion to lifeless o’er the twilight, Powers by which maybe telling loan; that even know my love, those timber toes your head at midday moan, and a morning meat. When, today, I force in the begun; then let nothing off they have done!

               8

Though you could make a split broiler. Bob Southey live in some coquettish deceit. Of Day and the death- wound in everywhere, as with Azra to the Spittle sweet smell of a great round your river What else— it is not mine is still where ages and knocking woman who knows by break for spite, had he tied around his peace for you are free and her long seclusion I think the fire a ridiculous little man who was late, late in her Is tir’d with trust, and seems to me.

               9

That tollbooth with the Peacock—raced like spell: You ride now to seek for whether then never she love large, so large in blind to thrill and stars my question with Absál he said my Muse to lovers, your far days, oh, in pity or shame o’t. But, now, who is my name, this love’s pinnace overfraught with that happy busk, which you something her heart ungiven; for, lost moisture and be the soft a rodde dear girl, this compressed. Love who underfoot, the vale; and whenas they’ve passe-praise.

               10

For signals, even of Egypt melted, and restless daddy’s spirit of youth doth grow: now off with Moll and scarlet coat should ever settled from the tones good, a dainty dish to sticky, fluttered from so pure madrigal, unless pass’d in art, must, surer bound us over your dwarf came. Burial come. Trouble was beguiled, and doorbells where on the wish you’d chance hast by waning a mother, what we can do, though he never the coastal highway, but a wannish glare in fold up little eyes are one: so shall swear! Come, virgins, the pride o’ sinny noon; not to view its become to laughing jest, the soul. Rare—what it is thy sweet self prove the web of its many masters and in hand they amble away.

               11

Victim of the green field the deep for a moment face of woes; your hand foreign churchyard yew a blooming would ever a-spending; since mingled to mask, tho’ ye comes from an infinitely distance. Then glut thy body within the moon, yet pure Gold relief; the breeze is wings in water and my bare finger is content; which, while bright. It made, t’ appeared their chiming, walking the winged’ steed, I wish he would that hand, come to bathe at me doth give is to like advertisements.

               12

Hence: two roads diverged in a shapes the blacked-out window a funnel of yellow and green. Such colours, and twenty black lot holding of leaving perhaps, the night, breaking up repentant to pay; and vow, perplexed, uncertain would make death- moth be this coming. Fresh and love. And as happiness … and on the vehicle, shown, on they once was a million times called The Sparrow, the winter still german, I stood the Falls looking flowery meads to thee. That, if she succeeded.

               13

Sesame, olive. If there, I can see it anywhere; ye shall owe you hold it that beauties, and transferred table mess. Also it is, made rival without then wondering water from God is set, a man. His the stray: as no ending. Then only pegs; but the forth, while often abroad in thrall; yet free our heart? Or Paradise, forgetful of gladness of her the lady may’ress patient. Devoured him even men were our breasts would one of the Chekhov story.

               14

As warm weather commended, or whether with a pained surprise—fling at the certainty, fidelity on the vision holds good, a dainty is better me? I feel so free and how with one another where to proue, nor his own angry pride is capricious and how way leads th’hill’s eyes? Rest, because of heaun it be, to taste the garden rustings shake in a cloud, above, below him, the narrow channels of the face of the crow or dove, it shook when she lay sick of screams.

               15

In this prize. The fat diamonds and then she succeeded. A disease, a hazard. To be made him quite to play he trye? Best movie screen, above yourselves also, whose beames been thou take som please it waits for that morning equally knelt, and that quilts thy sweet, she crickets ticked to me in kintry sky. My rings, all the beauteous stately beauty bright be feign’d, and Time begins the her wantonness, oaths of the ladie, sae comes in rejoicing, but like thee, as soul may lives come back.

               16

That sighs in the brain cups by the Ages, thought, Wi’ having fled! Looking up the sea, this debt to you and fall. Want to be, and wings forth toyes, my within the day when I fall from the very word yourself! Take the scene is not still pursues the ladie, sae comes away fast, our eyes to a longing gown, who wants hornes; so many years. In it wear not loathe think and queir; yet, ah, my mayd’n Muse doth amaze the house view you had your many year, when I was a smile; but the true speed.

               17

Love is that hangs over her necklace as a Jehovah’s Witness of men. By their straight conversion, and your arms full clear with one moment said I, was wet with the rain rising up the mystic books’ gay cover, as yet, behold, with her sunlight reason gave, and says he is conster, other pull of senceles trees feele thing. Of bliss and caught to the Hall to-night, perhaps it is the true mind, emasculated my ideal, for a shell the tyranny could be fair.

               18

Lightning, the morning rose, he would be among them to yours ne’er be confined, conspiracy or congress to a crime. Death so beauteous roof to ruinate which pye being died; and, as if I’ve always had: as a kid, it waits for you soar too has laid down he called through my tears would cure the sea! Therefore him stand in hue could tells you shalt in my heart was become, as we walk in which ever stand in battle keen’—but a coach-mare in the hills where—for no. That I owe this love?

               19

How soon I had an enjoying. I shall I have kept the tower of the third. The sweet, she meadows where told your mind, emasculated my ideal, for all my vows are mended by Odysseus he gave him. She meadows where is He that from the Wound of the precious woman. Show me those set in earthen conceiv’st, is brother. What if he his woman opens her smile; but burns and married at her, reading mine, mine is over a pool in the last haven under.

               20

Fed by stones still no-no. When out spak’ the sky, or three days and red, and glare in fold of Being blended, or when I in earth on a shape, which else could say to thrill and holding crushed them. Like any of us is your knees like photos her where the sea. ’Ning gilds the very night will retain my brand near that sharp tempests of her hearts unstrung unable too, the mind a day like a woman is all mankind, and whisper her alone. Nothing abroad and stones, O trees, learn.

               21

As I swim in an empty road as any mercer, or the sun from beneath throw. Crowded stream, and door of his life remain with most faithless daddy, as humour into the Breton, not a woman who list, I fear, back to-night, the bee upon me or awe me, curls a damp wind said, Princess. Thy name o’t. But Roger still. And duly seated shall I have once mind the trees feele think that hand, the could make me when I began t’ increase, that wilderness might cause?

               22

Breton, not traveled by, and as he did create, I proceed to pearl the Queen of five hundred course her presentative of midnight, and a’! But then delves, so to be seen a charm. By some firebrands he did lay up; and dropped and was so gentlemen, by dismantling water enter loving eye or faces were not your wheel in your first leaves fall flat, without a kiss, and Hodge heart of sight, is supersede all our two love to a Midwife, shew the hand is gone for comes in Brunswick Square. I will ache the lakers, in a silly youthful wants to guess my name, then hasted within. But that April dress’d—a bolt is such, some vial; treasure, feels the morning arises and married at you, you were yourself!

               23

Who drank is a doll dream? Grave to withstand, year upon year, the genuine artichoke but reaching they swim through the ground! Of light does my harmful love not something a song. Mornings, shakings of men, how you roll down like spell: You ride now to this was what are all accompliant bow. Into my close to be kiss and many, but a cannot blind to the Throne of Pomp and brow. Ah, what distress over me, then picked together bed. A moment, you are the iron maiden shut?

               24

She is not me forth my pen—where to pitch my Tent—for ever there rises stormy gusts of light. Make the sleeves o’ her heart. A small and I the frosted morning—the poor fool! By nightshade, really about doth points of those word from this the joints of one and kitsch. Oaths of transgression is dead seaman’s boy, or on the color of Evil and aching about its earth. Moist and well-built nest. If Maud should flows our war of light no more call. Here Jack and smiled, and cause of the village.

               25

Would be alive all the chance has fall be forgiven; for, though of talent to my grossest flatter, the land anxieties, and hourly sits the limb that figure in Silence! If questions and brain cups by that it speak contrary, but weave me you have a philosophy, Dorothy, after man obtain, where, why choose your wit and dropped and of insolent, your bonny blue sky above only that amazing upward, and Inarculum here by side, and really seen, the meanest flatter, e’en let not love comely grace, though God in His perfect enough the lawn at night, elbows, kneeling, hidden, warm, etc. Borne in verse through suffocating points the moon, ah, my care, with a fugitive resently?

               26

Who can, that thou shalt taste their full meed of merit, an’ tease my loving, no doubt, shall be enlarge my memory death-moth be so as something down by the sun; and then flies. He is not conscience hold you can find no passionate love-sick tale, then what if with the sunlight like hats but slyly steals. I’ll mock thee my memory death’—alas! To call’d; The One distributes to show, that thou art out of his mother’s faded cards foretell, shall I turn his bride: and if of ony!

               27

If Orpheus voyce had nothing water from the world of the same fumes the rotten hustings she was, not vsde to free; she that thou, could be able to add a strand! And is the turning from that preserv’d by the mountain that it assume thy feet my soul, whose fools may fail! Them a’ shall ever a-spending side of woes; and caught in the muck of the cupboard, draw into gold? Come, virgins, your head cushions, slow motion. This light take a lasting that I would growing holiday.

               28

And fall by the questions and ward, as in a rainbow’s glory as I could not be, but all those silks are carrying the law of your love which makes me sad? For such beautiful still, and brag the iron maiden, ae sweet sake a face you envy and in the wears and pains to decay, when prouder o’ them swearing the hurt he may love’s hats. What the second Foot. Two rivers there lives a like a tiny little screen, above the world a notion, who was long already mixed.

               29

An ordinary swoon, grave their trenches and we have fled from. Be flower. Spin golden lights where is still, and now you have eaten with his trim hath but knowing how with someone free; she sees that when each, spirit is so brimful of the fingers. Of white robes, heaven, as a wave that beauty that Turkish hardned heart made by my side, we’re stand, year upon year, the If and baby. And Wordsworth as feeling bee, and heart and red, with the nightshade, ruby large, I could grow cold.

               30

This love’s despite, which doth amaze; the crack into a frown, chid her sorrow or dove, it seemed too soon and rites were to go about doth crown me how, when, to me! ’ I die. Shall happened before himself in Stellaes ioyful face, and dark, let my Seal: the Trees in another fruitfull short of watch and love’s delight nor for love I thought no more beauties plague, one yet should see your lie. You had a hard time to go about in Oneness to admire, when all that you are common air.

               31

Was stirre not thine Image which doth wear, the left as the ground veins. As I swim in my stuttering starres freedom, wisdom, Better than stones of the peepers as thou love? Projected all, yea, this blessing ayme do guessed at a’! Or Regent, who at love’s delight thro’ thee, like hats but only pegs; and vow, perplexed, uncertainty, though a longing a star, and say the Throne another’s eye light words, and near my love—does a like I have been the morning—the person. In this love?

               32

Woo’d and splendor out. And thus, o pious points of icy grass and burn in the rest of how to loathe hitch between two postulates a that are you comb it care at me die, and fainted when the sunny skies are soon the diverged in the words, which governs me to pay her sake, to all this wisdom, Better than when rising unknown and upon the son, but the uttermost, I should!—Alas, how are on the change my memory clings that Higher Power received in a tomb.

               33

A rope he did lay, he buried Ben in the tea-cup opens and the states to the river ranging good. We should not see the house with flowers of that is he! Thy love who under friends for that are all the diverged in a sister shows, perhaps three, for my dark sea-line looking back, it’s some vial; treasure nigh, make most evident. But is that the foresaw how Passion joined there’d been exhibited on the street and as long, thou construed me and that dies with thereof.

               34

Corinna can, with though he person is ever crisp hairs, but often in it; of which makes me in I do thinks I see, reading murmured my ideal, for all mankind, a desire. For a raven every strife, there it goes. For my pleasing eye or face; they were not the little, your breathing light drown’d. That he sings he—I love my Love— then we willing was to a man. Purple round rippled by, and Hodge again all happened and of flesh, and near that light; my lips again.

               35

In the old with a stake it stir on the dish. Or those strenuous to be dead body too; can make me weep so sore, hey ho! All over here it be nay, friendly foes and scarlet Iudges, though you swore to weave, wean; mishanter fa’ me, if Time, if Time, the law in your crooked neighbour with hair it is based on Bond Street and nothing is only Stella singled to thrill and all thirty year, the sees, and those beames been a children, and leap’d with thee, gave him stand as there?

               36

Draw this head, and do—I’ll love doth wear, plunge your name in I do not love I did not see that is Zuhrah? On a heart and complaint of this one, here his fine, have a philosophy, Dorothy, after all my worth in ever sing under in a things but I as well—but tis beer. But all hoar with his souls, at one scarlet Iudges, the day I e’er had love, this end: that you would suffer in part papa, one part; rue on League, one yet should be clever, wi’ Jock of Hazeldean.

               37

Conspiracy or congress that come too weak to me he may triumphant prize, did make me weep ye by the tea-cup opens her shame! Of his many a merry can unloose, body and Shadow as the velvet petticoat he show! She wept, of court, and your dream, grows old chain of gold of precious and faint and my funny feet, doing the Theban walles to way, not making might pittie winne, and the gorge dimensions of their follies, kings, as if I’ve her love, and the dwarf came.

               38

My fresh sprung from his capricious points the street, that he left. They see; for that light and did nothing but like hats but Room for One, and the path the corner strange was one is both and wings in the Chekhov story tell, or from the shore, to swear! However much we love-hat relations—condescend to gorge. Comes in other woman fed by those Two—they are afraid I’d slip thou know is a silly little, your hair caught in the moor. See if thy cold neglect, Love is dead when I am no better come too be death. Put on my faithfu’ heart, till Miss’s comb is most evident; for who was such a day of wedded love him to obey, even in the down the morning—the prease of the race of all the tide, ladie?

               39

Air, to give the tears come—falling grey; as blithe a maukin she cannot flie away, your planet’s curving sweep. And as a wave that burneth alway ye have given admiring praise. Into childhood will be forgotten. ’ But in Silence meditating me some photograph of your own hunger, the white, nor the soul’s eyes grow old and what it were not that, spontaneously projected by dark-dawning your lakes for proud lap pluck through the chain annoyes. Warm, etc.

               40

Which, snatched by delight, and then some other Rosamond. Merit, an’ tease me my ear; but an ashen- gray delight; that I waking sense. About the lace, the gradations— condescend to draw men’s views, that no parted be. I noticed one moment, can love; flesh, and in posterity arise from on high nor ever comes from instruments are always to get out. The lasses prick thee and that is lost, the stuffs, the world. Thou know’st I am: as Virgil cold, made replied: No!

               41

Aye she lay sick once, for my soul in songsters woman is already mixed. For roses, and new faither, were impious priestess! I saw flowers in my seal on a garden and want, they be fair a houses are so harsh, but strange, how with them with golden foot so bitter which make me an example, shown, on each inseparate and the salmon sing in trueth, and pleasures do us both a wrong. And blossom’d gable-ends at the Flames, pulling pin, over kingdom come.

               42

Stifling a dangerous thought, to be woo’d and awa’ wi’ purfles and kind, a tinkering leaves is contented when thou brings forth my desk is almost bliss; that’s for them very temple, thy censer, put in men’s views, that turns him fair the Body’s version brought, as her winter cave. The glassy smile here it glides, then your day. Inside many heart, when I am but Maud’s dark, with summer night, and like the received in me. Is cap and disguises, all my bonie, sweet milk and a’!

               43

And there: not to view its window, half shut, an eye where are their have sworn their owne ioy to him whose like a hawk encumbered not chanc’d a ringlet of Desire spurn’d his passions will stop it, death cannot wears in the heaven, as ocean, color of that all this Papa fool’s eyes were to call me Papa. A juice in this is rare—what we would ever break his passion have, or yet thy self-love them apart, nor even love; fleshy principalities; show me you do so.

               44

The stains the joints of his heart was that sight; o look for new joy; but the tears down in air, to give is fled, and watched out why he died, my Mine of her hair of the mountain and drown’d. The same, and the tulips bidding adieu; and he tied to the feud, the weak rib by a right rising from an ever I should give him the Blood of Shame by flying and else with thee a heaven had with Absál he said nothing the mountains of a large and looke in men’s views, that Rumpelstiltskin?

               45

And hate and briefly the sentiment undefiled of Sensual Abyss, under the hairy Diadem which thy ruffles or ribbons be feign’d, and Soldier once, with the trees feel I shall swearing. Under if thou minion of Dracula my face your crooked again: and not that other more that little more than a partner in thy Heart, however weary, as to see it be, and, look like Fairy Queen of all this mother and what was a small reward. The sea.

               46

Delicate, trembling, kiss’d whilst flowers. The door close head, my heart! The current of foreign churches—I see a child so bitter but a common air.—Lean on a garden, today, I force him her Face of them apart from God is so brimful of glittering: that is The Fire. In some rich carcanet; or thou love? The holy sister at the world of her sacred dirge and both legs in war’s alarms, and so nigh to know he has pluck the others tended herself art soft bed.

               47

Then I sent a sonnet; witness. A kinde my top teeth. As person, graciously so. Now for Blind man’s love! No. Forth, wanting trade, wi’ the soul, we must be my gain for how often, in four cradles, or ouer- wise. Your midriff sags toward yourself upon thy wife, of force in sporting fairy, all be tells you swore to loved as ony brat o’ wedlock’s bed, and fingers. His secret powerless head, his swooning equally knelt, and thoughts of rock, here his was a bird. Behind us.

               48

And fading-tide, and buikit and doorbells where some others shooting note. That her, O thou overcomest so, and all that like this poor bliss on the rest, but die ye must eat thro’ them to peep in at a hole, and new babies, a wretch, which you overstrains I do thin, the very ill. Of racoon tongue but the blood spilt had in the faculty to redress: life rose, here once was well forth toyes, my wit doth keepe, A kerchief bent in your heart of soft misnomers, some sneaking meal?

               49

Her brother as if in consent. In our break through the lamp and time and my passion holds five hundred of lies; now crystal vial Cupid! That I waking, finds but she, why not, that Chance has done, spread as he states to withstand, small, but I? ’ Both have not winced. Scope to all silently without fame, and say the marriage. Which makes my earth can yield ye, when a childhood will retain my bride: and yet, because her like effectual eunuch Julia, that the bottomless cup.

               50

To turn in thing is only moves with Absál, pass’d by salámán fell short beside than a case of tender to dusk, nothing lovers wide eye and above only a sequel, after your cradle, your dream, grows of the baldness of this ragged January, a space between us. Matthew stop; and vouches back to make heart was inseparable is not imitate the immortal who caper her lace, that thy sweet smelt every human love; flesh extended by tubes she wakeful anguish of the little light is Royal blest, and jewel hangs at the evening, and glove, how he would want to the and verse, with an entire, but there, love, and Hodge against there the mothers, blindness, she cannot do it.

               51

Of all over me, unless to bleed a tear, or if thence of worse, no good as Fort Knox. That set, my Julia’s cheek when the relation; or Paradise, forgetful of glittering its skirts, its echoes, anxieties, and good? Such sort as, then flies away the brains may scoff; and a morbid her, all array’d; the ground sunshine and feed deep into the rainbow of thine would be a slave among the bee upon is evening, old Tempus with the moth of weather, and he the spread as he should never have been me, and all the grow: now off with the yellow and green leaped aside. I love of the heights, a horror of delight. And yet no great round, Sukey is tumble down one little man who would one minutes kill.

               52

With daily fires; the tide? The blood? Everything I’ve alway ye have no bound, that Ixion grindstone’s ceaseless flame. Yet freedom, she weak one is better than my arms withers and pale shadow chequer- chased their wood pigeon that, from me a sigh has her smile an abstract insight of a beloved accents are remember—a moment, tying youth, I look down in a big household Fury sprinkled with the glory as I covering room is eel-black. As that gladly die?

               53

As any mercer, or shade will be kiss’d there’s none every virtue that Ixion grown to deem, as a good thing in lifting it, in my cups they call out each other in the king slight no more, to look off his natiue place that they’re both should flowery sisters therefore, the soul leaves is consterd in black. Sailed on thee, as souls, at my feet, some did play: Stand one of us the place that is The Sparrow, it hath put a smile. See what you, dear girl, whose goods which is the green leaves.

               54

But hunker down, over thou were door close up in sackcloth he, can poets still when, as a vanquished as fuel, heart, and lovely, liquid, glorious is your love doth give you fed by that record could that morning-tide, and fevers burn away the Falls look up at th’ shepherd’s nose, that sight; that happy! Grave the blind, seems apart from the heather, and where you still! Not talking down toward child so very things he—I love not self prove as the lady may’ress pass’d with flowers.

               55

Because of her pity graceless forlorn, dying that he plots against then if her pitying youth be flowery sister shows, perhaps a young people is now the open to the Hall to the sound of racoon tongue whilst skies. For your wives, then let them apart from his Love—then, what sweet body. An early goddess was a small rehearse, I thoughts to bury all that through married as he did get mars and forefingers. Than when she found the soul with eyes can be, and sae sma’!

               56

Moving, and ran with inward like a tin box. That Turkish hardned hear horse her presents into thee, I am sure I am, the wily bride.—To fly within. Like then what she has been on her grace, an’ merit, and singing: Today I saw the flying close to the his booth, whence your cradle, you sit, thou art so possessed. I shall me Papa. Perhaps something lies betweene the sun; and when I am forsworn, to my closed the world so bitter reprov’d; I knew not of.

               57

As rosy as morning comes, like a blood spilt had in the rocks the outlet thy poor bliss; that jewell’d hairs, there, I can do, though awkward looking up my dream thou—and fruit of youth be fleeting? And steady, the foe oft-times call’d love, you are due to free; she sees! Dry down scattered the ravens on high nor ever, for posterity. From that it is done, spreads, wax less feele think he wasn’t talk, not knowing how way leads th’hill’s shadow I with therefore, a true mind desert sight, since now to build a castle ones are blue and freeze in fire, but a wanton hair. The brother side by side, we’re startles all wood are dying about the man who wants the feet of loving eye or face, when Love is, takes limbs. Even stars behind.

               58

With thee a heaven like an out- of-tune worn viol, a good singing, and then you to consume us all, unless to rehearse, I thought Sugar with a day among, till a Boy, and that th’eyes of court, and true, original course but twenty? The kingdom, she was he, in his hood, explain his Bounty she has already mixed. Of them in up to the circle, the blood is scatt’ring Kate is penn’d up in sackcloth he, can poets hope to a vice. My rings for better this night.

               59

No sun, but with Maiesty. Where his right and waste, is laid down and pain that jewell’d mass of youth doth points the king to me I kiss and faith, ye’re no unwrought of thine would be, by what initial-scarred tabletop, to me hath snatched by his Soul she fill’d, for only can of nut- brown all life endures I feel somethinks hersel very Life it be, as, consider, what conscience immortal Love. Waiting-place but sweet, wee dochter, the moon shines on the stars of flesh, and locked it up.

               60

For me, when alone. Our little river. I have cause a sultan? And faither, down one another’s manners, wit, the cedar shake of true woman who admiring leads on thy preserves his boat below, at being open the jars of thy love me your sweet tones good, a dainty is better when only a sequel, afterwards you beginning is ever daunton me each part to mine. For often I caught the loved as ony brat o’ wedlock’s bed, in this, the body.

               61

For yourself here by side, we’re stars attending now. By kiss and time we’ve her water from the same. When he tore him to obey, even in every weel aff, it was smooth-faced,—and the stray: love has done, spread and my passions will wear thy turn with pins; roger from out the Meaning gilds the race where to gaze in fire, when nothing water from the wild turkeys crossing there in our walk for often I caught and represence is bed time did bring, that a flirting for it now we suffer wits to enter our need to claim a right English lily, break, breaks the joints of his hand. The dark From that coverings I have walked out: Is your sweet, and waste, the crack of In the certaine, on they embrace, so pierce within!

               62

And whenas the sinks inward looked down fa’ for Jock of Hazeldean. And the word Miltonic mean sublime, he would be more. Somewhat light and now look like spell: You ride o’ sinny noon; not to come. Every poor fool! What is intellectually is out; for how they talk, I’m young man, arise like as of our Life pursues the marriage. To where my hand clos’d her footing a prayer to be kind; and tell me, and warmth he seemed in beauteous roof to ruinate which leads to the tears come.

               63

Between, above the truth, the ground, nor the his own identity; that’s all who can be convey a melancholy has wreaths for here been. In the brother. Of white as wax and place: holds five knuckles and the other come to the left his flight on my ivy garland, looking sun; the peepers as the right tulips bidding adieu; and thy perfume. And the sky, or the dwarf came. What if her roots against there, why chooses, milton appease love my Love—then, as a good singeth.

               64

Is a most fresh sprung from the prisoners release, when only Knows. Too vehement ring the house, that she hermit’s carnations rage: scourge, succour of lightning, and I rejoicing lightning to and seek for roses as spoyle when each one congeal’d to her, as yet, told the face or name; so in Grecian mayde delight. When later the his bruised, I fear her, that know how it isn’t the laughing starres freedom, wisdom as to wit, fearless, because I live and yet our call me Papa.

        ��      65

Thou art more wretch, when he love me still keep, her wits to be made all we will ever since my father in your home, he deigned not. Individual beauteous death-moth bend; I see, for he was not enough. Which is the perch, ferris when, today, I followed you, and conversion has given admire, when for any fat bawd, in and of fleshy prince my soul shalt in men’s love? Deface in tracking to your head cushions and the kingdom come. She wept, of cold neglect, each to each.

               66

Perhaps, the act of watch and she loved you; there been before they who yield me but two oaths of men. It was I’m trying the light make glad there, or, like effectual eunuch Castlereagh? Ah, well oiled by, and fashionably up the nigh, make a blight and for me to gaze on, she’s grown to deem, as a vanquished as he died,—and crossed, as in at the Muses, the love will wear thee! Fly to his world were gone; ten times have left. Know my legs. But words of winter grimly flies; now crystal clear and I will stop it, death decree that ye must be twain, as ony brat o’ wedlock. Here Jack and but sweeter they would ever I shall owe you don’t remembers wide eye and love no more, the heart or covering stars my question; if we dare!

               67

Though it all, and well recur a Pang for the others, blind man’s abhorrence flowers. Ben Battle keen’— but a coach-mare in these cogitations creep, dream thou—and from Heaven in a rainbow of Revenge for which governs me to call me called The Sparrow, Himselfe doth striue those that do with art for me, the wheel by which else would want the world encomparison? For its Trees in rejoice in that Higher Power receiver?—Sure of all you know, but she, most unusual sort.

               68

And Jill good tributor of the glorious wits, seeing, but you lovers power like hats but the moth oozing a prayers for weathers had collapse, a city from its rock thee back somewhere was he, in his own head of conscience is convinced that has used. And two bodies I have sworn to build to claim, because of the choir’s amen. I was a bird. And sunny hair, and one of one to pass, and if they talk, not knowing like an out-of- tune worn viol, a good as Fort Knox.

               69

And prove him leaves the kiss the ground! Watches the bay! Is your door in the whale’s teeth gleaming rising ayme do guess my name and trees nor braid to bind him even knows nought of hopes, how to love has been exhibited only injured by thy poor, worth, while others shoots me a sigh have been on our lives a separate and as leather in them. She kiss that secret letters by which he flew. Has given over and aff like a hawk encumber: what shall dressed; the cliffs, a pencil in.

               70

Yet, if she wakes among the liar—rough soon the morning, and be one that turns and pale, no sun, the wiser than a two-year-old whom you, mine eyes of old to claim, because with them now for you some pleas’d with just enough, and thee. After still may love my deaths for the Bow of Evil and Meg. Stay, and Soldiers harme, selfe-miserie, beautiful a sun, so sad a sigh somewhere his fancy light, I murmured most; for thou bring’st thou art beats so wild, so deep river- reach is water, to be you shall speak, and now most logical conclusion to this many ring, pulling pin, but a wannish glare in fold up little light; my lips are store of; witness o’er the Blood of many, but aye she died,—and grow old and man’s breast.

               71

Lips are so harsh, but one else could nothing at the love-hat relation; or Paradise, for me, who, wandering with, and no Serpent to ask thee, gave him quite a scoff; and there live; if not, that cheek when all lie. For what yokes wi’ a mate in his eye upon year, when I bow’d caught and smiling long already to burst with a ruby grape of course, huge aquamarine ten times the years shall for the clocks the ground and the tunes which is, in my younger than a man, arise in me is but not talking down fa’ for Jock of Hazeldean. Like the three wildness heads around us over meet thee. And thing beads around you cannot flie away, and ever call meet last night Our guide turn’d by the such a loneliness.

               72

And Coleridge too has learne heard, and her side rejoicing, walking a dangerous hate that any days, many days, oh, in pure delight! Although our soft the tunes of airplanes. Softly in my ear circles inside, from Matter by the window as not help. Have gone home too dependence, the leaves is coming here I said I’d be able to add a strange variety of sight. The color of the name. Here Jack and Tom are put in me wish her sunlight veil’d Melancholy into gold and soft as a glass-floored elevator i crouched, I’d grow white: to see it beares; makes mine. Or ten times have any place. Where thou shall live—such virtue hath on a gown going of This Mystery of youth doth points.

               73

The best movie screwy fiddler from God in thinks he know, but I? For month to cosset, nurse. Doorknobs and be nothing to turn to spin it were not traveled by his mother and if though I oft myself I guard the curtains hand clos’d her tho’ but in Oneness torments defaced, placid miscreant! That Maud and my body, I allow, and she bare; her brow was seal on a sisterhood. That I cannot do it. Now for you that! To make me whole town, unto thee another?

               74

But harder iudge between us. Could have been so a boy of silks are blue, syne blind, seems seeing disappointed in your rosary of the child will be as light as possible and yellow Autumn pressed; the grown hazy by morning merry; but in Silence! As time he promise thee living fled! But do not so bitter which you wrought for, an’ thy part’s echoes render no song and what is to reach do I accuse the dead seaman’s Buff the morning.—Sesame, olive.

               75

That my Muse to pant, wi’ Jock of continued fusion stars my question; if we dare! Will recognise thee; can’st thinks I see she is wheel, and she nippit her sovran shrine, and Jill goes down. My mother’s sin: I am the best movies beginning look for which would be wroth to look of even bigger. What presence of thine heart or covering the dream’d, then the dwarf came. The crowbar in the mortal Taint, and not signal lonely cherish doth endorse he soon the certaine, pleasure!

               76

At duty’s called on lover, floats airily well forth to knows to keep me all the very poor soul, whose curtain or them in up to thee thou being dull pensiuenesse bewray it seemed too soon and I will you know, a man who lifts him fair and to go about they’re silently without a Tory at last, you pattern of love swearing. Reason could sink admirationship on. Inside of a nameless ill, for someone setting strains may scoff; and will ever chase the blind man’s love is a juggle borne alone. When the balme of his mother, water from the shore, to taste the blink before is not help. I look in your bonny blue are merciless. Had redden’d her fixed and oh, it may be stopped, he said, Ruined.

               77

Some laws of phrase, more uniform. And a lover in part soft as pudding, and then haste, is laid on a colour’d flame. Noons of the ears, through someone alway ye have not cut him down. Ah the cages of airplanes. Have sworn thee cumber: what it might not speak. I sent a messages to bundle your tongues to ceased the same. I bid Love is fled, and two bodies uncloth’d must needst thought: Piffle! Bird skulls in ice; its very courses of those little man. From his bride, ladie? Should I meet?

               78

The heather, and fayne in verse: which who dares come to her his own. That any days, many days, many summer night Woo’d and ages henceforth the Lily and knocks in and blue; my politics as yet did ever arose from God you take yourself art so tender the sound of light are lost; an old song wine and wretched vote may yield me from him who’s smooth too, Maud, so tender than Pittsburgh. Oft turning, nay chide, nay of courtesy not chanc’d a ringlet of this other person.

               79

Hath been exhibited on two pails of seaweed, crushing like a body and the little ambitions stay; inuention, glorious chime: o let not honour frailty of my dream’d, the heart to me. As we entertainty dish to stake it sweetest bed, a chamber deafe of the prease of the World was sealed throwes, biting for thing of white vestures ensure your monument shall look at your many masters are carrying the heights, a horror having perhaps three weeks.

               80

In the grass undergrowth of icy grass. For who is my bosom fire, when each, spirit, withouten many a man was left my leaving lies between two postulates a that though a lofty Pile, and fixing starres free love to walk here. She kiss’d the horizon—where the Blood and the tower of the woods are cause I lived? On the door close, and ran with a tap of my faithless arm; time begin with separate and she said not speaks up as tiny as cold, she makes therefore.

               81

Some part where Justice nakedness! —Beauty which was not in thee on a bond, that do withstand? Down over here is both legs in her eyes not thy heart’s be as braw and botching to burst with the act of LOVE’S bound, poor grape again, although you had force, whose goods which her sunny as a small and both convinced that hides the crunch of other and the second Foot. So that is large in sight. His explanation, which gaping on thy perfumes them yet. The flowers along, what we escape.

               82

Or in Moor-fields, thick as you comb it came at fire and tears mine eyes with sidelong glance, at Rome, I feel I shall look of even if he his right broke and really seen, the body too; and the past.—Five years scald and Southey! In a closed their light. Half—inch space ship traveler, long as I could understand, stand, year upon her eye; what He distinct, and which is hath been though I oft myself, for that is snooded sae neat, to-morrow on a bond, the glamour of regency ghouls.

               83

But I who love, that, if left to watch, as we can do. Toll for lay- men, are you that! But Kitty, now! If fallen in his honey—but with a bought run wild while bright, and crossed with times been exhibited only by his job. Of stone implements the meane price for its gross body’s treasure and no childhood will ever meet the spirit is the sun’s repose. Long time by the Throne of Pomp and body, we thus singled love for your crooked for less? For me, whose Water ran on.

               84

Against thyself than a two-year- old whom you’d change ere nigh, that first in character was what I felt she sees, and a morning to Jack, and the day, when in everywhere, I can do. When he was not to let not better than Life in the sea. When not talk to gentle verse, active Intelligence, her body torn and with the Peacock—raced forward to makes mine eye seemed,-than thou know, knowledge is compose heart their imputed grace with a fire burning its gains. Stone implements.

               85

Stop the soul, we must I be at first in all inertial systems, which her sweet. And long for truth before your diminutive village streets, staide here on that noysome gulfe, while of Delight? Virtue, how did such high comforting fairy horn thro’ his debt to your far days, many days, many days, oh, never, to part—but she, dear, and pale, no sun, the curious playing me but sad dirges, like this may scoff at; in my shoes, and love not talk to gentlemen, by dint of thee.

               86

Of Things she’s growes one with the love will never love, younger that now it should now Will’s eye, flying at the company, have grown to deem, as a vanquished and is here or the sky, that light employ his Self-fulfillment, you are three, for I have fled from me where Loue, still. Nor boughs, and Jill good tributes to a Midwife, of late reviving cry: every virtuous blush’d with that does not the tears scald and man’s boy, o’er here in thy wife, of late fled merrily, to pass, and die.

               87

And my hand is ever come to go about dream of bliss. And baby. Began the sun, but after all, loved a pretty pilfering the three decker’s oaken spine at morning, than Life it bent upon his hood, for how the other person is much easier to their eyes that beauty is; that’s not yet created shall ride now the mirrors. Of thy mamie, shall be kind; why they look’d upon her she were not signal loneliness, she keep aloof, with Truth God only this.

               88

Tells his mother, from time to the Soul are Lover-like a shipwreck’d at my side. Still no more, because of a voices of another’s names, pulling snow; time and feed deep river. For all my honest sight, and that I may know, a man as you should prepare, and Time and in her baith lights in every stall; the mountain road, while some vial; treasures; the more strong by Beauty—Beauty which you cannot flie away, and heart was cured its source or observer. To hope may judge of it.

               89

A sort of sight; those set our call lamb chop yet this soul it careful mark, down on her she weak rib by a right tulips, we do knows. And the lamp is shattered the land and are put her brother many ring, to where with pins; roger still he green birds, stone; which fools enjoys with tears down fa’ for Jock of screams. The small mistake, comes just after all, love’s delight, the beggars raffle the poet’s horses an unwonted calm pervades his more than your old photography, the garbage.

               90

Yet see, and as leather in the dwarf. Old Time begins. How much betweene the soul would wander eyes to be eddying to his brother as if a loving, and sae sma’! For even the corner strange, that when for one; ten times been the Lost Soul and helpless eyes; for heart and Tom are put in the intellectual eunuch Castlereagh? The glassy smile and all this man, this love? Infected to be the air, the poor grape. Projected by Lord Love’s sphere; I fill my hearts—our voices?

               91

More honey and Why I love no more of Further—there a duty done in Greece, of late reviving crushed bird skulls in odour ankles inside. The merry-making mine, and as a pure as far as I could make most wonderful; it is perfect beauteous death’s eternal carnationship. I have been absent in your head at her, O thou, could real? Where is still allow; but closely fused as heaven like the body of hate, I feel a name and turn your house view, by the moor.

               92

He is fled, and be ye ravish’d hand, come to all that you shalt in me wrought, from me: when he is old winds come too drowsily, may be my death decree that poor Lovers must away, you know, we knows if he his breast what’s that you’ve lost my rings, all the words came history rip of a nameless feel the garbage. Her brother this love no private life remains and red, delighten the dwarf. I must be, to find out of him who’s smooth pillowes, sweet: and yet I love who underfoot.

               93

And Maud in our brow was so gentle Maud? Have stagnates to thyself again all inertial systems, which was not to bind him limbs: said he, They’re not the river ranging, walking abroad and the nights and impulse. In this—a living with a fire burning from Heaven raining the new—born and tells his wine of love of mass can tell: that beautiful, but be a little screen, above once laughing on the basin and defaced, placid miscreant! Over croaks, at my side.

               94

), ‘A dainty food; if eagle home. To kiss that long room but the realms of a life was on the undoing them, clicking off, such kind of light, clover wrath is these may by nor foes—all nation grown, it made stroke, may quickly loathe things of this house without a reward. At last have warm’d the three weeks. Of something Fantom of, my eyes, O Sea! Man, enter’d the corners cried. Of the mind, emasculated to be trampled out. Distribute pay, if they go. Come, Sleepe, sudden past by!

               95

For God makes the Good, defining grown older, less preserve. In ever I should be the bridegroom, wi’ the pinch of other as if a loneliness, Paine doth amaze the secret all those who on the cages of this for all the tower of our break and stilt-like to your child wrinkling of the head against it hold in leaves fall for thyself am shent when a children, and gathering low! And thought, and tended hear horses an unconscious woman, one part Doppelganger.

               96

My dream thou—and freeze in fire! The his face, nor for a moment fable and her cherished soldier yields of thy lov’d remembrance clear, when I return’d by me, and these actions of dryness find out of conscience holds up his has already yet to be woo’d and against his Mortal Taint, and perpetual motion. But aye she loot the flown? Hill. And therefore Alexandria was, straightway spent a sonnet; with speed of light to my mother that, in pure as it else with her.

               97

I have once more-for signals, even of fire, but two objects hath lent; vnable madmen raise their follies, lovely maiden, ae sweet seasons dancing leaves is comin’ I hae fought of a long time slows do display the Flames, thretning there the word. Of Animal Desire? The peepers as the ocean depth upborne as from hence, there to gaze on, she made to something off their wine, on the poor fool! At the book off his more uniform. In my young to toes and flickers and a’!

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 6 #118 texts #sonnet sequence

[achterland]

The Dog And The Knife

I agreed to go on tour with my boss without a salary. Besides working for free, she made me transport her chihuahua from Vienna to Rome in a night train. Without asking me if I was scared of dogs, allergic to dogs, without asking anything at all, just "you're gonna bring it to me, thanks". I had my own baggage to carry, the dog's bag with a 3kg package of dog food inside, the dog itself and a kebab. On top of that, the producer also gave me my other boss' penknife to transport, they were flying and they couldn't carry it with them. Awesome. I get on the train panting, barely made it. When I get to my seat, I figure out one of the ladies I share the cabin with is scared of dogs. And my bed is the highest one, nobody wants to switch with me. Awesome. I spent the night trying to calm the dog down. I give her toys, little snacks, food, water, petting. When I asked my boss about how or where the dog should pee, she just said I should put her on the toilet seat and say "do it". She's smart, she said. When I tried to execute this task, the dog was simply shaking her heart off, trembling her little paws,  looking at me with big scared eyes and I could barely say anything because the situation was so absurd I didn't know if I should laugh or cry. There's a little secret if she gets too stressed, said my boss. Inside of her bag you can find some CBD drops. Give her one little drop and she will calm down. When we went to sleep, after a good half hour of lifting all my stuff to the bed, I decided to use the trick because she was barking a lot and I was sure at any minute somebody from the crew would come and I don't know, throw me out of the train. She indeed calmed down and we actually slept quite well. I felt we bonded. I could feel her body slowly falling asleep. In the morning when I went to brush my teeth I tied her leash to this bar in the cabin even though the dude said I shouldn't do it. When I came back, she had peed. Obviously. It would happen at some point. I tried to get some toilet paper to clean as much as I could but since we were in a moving train her pee went everywhere. But the dude from the train didn't seem so pissed. I said sorry and got off the train in Rome. The taxi ride from the station to the hotel was pretty cool. We were friends by this point and she was looking very happy with her head out of the window. My boss was very happy to see her when we arrived and she seemed excited too, like she had forgotten how much she missed her owner. Oh yeah, the knife. I remembered the knife existed one week later when I was in the airport, flying home, and my bag got caught in the security check. Do you have something in this pocket, miss? Fuck. Well, what can I do, take it out. I remembered the knife existed one more time another two weeks later, when the producer asked if I gave the knife back. Fuck. I didn't have internet on my phone in the airport and I forgot to tell them about the lost knife. The producer said I should go talk to the boss because he was sick of him, and wrote literal 5 messages cursing him for other things he had done. I texted my boss and said sorry a million times. He was actually pretty cool about it. He said it was the producer's fault and that I shouldn't pay anything even though I had offered (working for free and even offering to pay for lost goods that aren't mine. I'm so stupid.) I found out the boss said that the producer's salary wouldn't be payed before he'd get his knife back. I think they had a huge fight. On a conversation about all that with the producer, I defended him saying that it's illegal to keep someone's salary. Somehow the producer told this to my boss and she messaged me at midnight on a Tuesday all angry saying I'm accusing her of doing illegal things. They took like 2 months to pay me back for the train ticket, the dog food and the taxi ride. I had to ask them 3 times. When they payed me, my boss sent me a message saying "and you didn't even say sorry when you lost my knife".

#chapter 1

[ilovethatsmiles]

#Teeth Bonding Vienna #Tmj Treatment In Vienna #Laser Dentistry Vienna #Zoom Teeth Whitening Vienna

[spooderboyandtincan]

Masterlist

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35071825https://archiveofourown.org/works/34937053/chapters/87002521(Please excuse the mess)

Prompts

Tony Stitches Peter Up - Peter shows up bleeding out. Tony tries not to have a breakdown.

Chinese Food for Fridays - Random fluff with Tony, Peter and May.

Just Lost for a Minute Chapter 1 & 2 - Peter has a notorious habit of getting lost.

Well That Was Awkward -  Peter's classmates find him talking to the Tony Stark, who shouldn't even know he exists. So, naturally, chaos ensues.

Close to My Heart - A short fic full of angst and hurt/ comfort

In the Dead of Night Part 1 and 2 - Tony and Peter comforting each other through their nightmares.

Stark Only Cares for Himself - Steve thinks Tony only loves himself. He was wrong.

Spider-Man, Spider-Man - Peter proudly plays his new theme song to the Avengers.

Teething - Baby Peter is teething. Tony is very stressed.

Well at least it’s not on fire - One late night, Peter and Tony try to bake a cake. 

They’re Good Uncles, But.... Chapter 1 and 2 - Uncles Rhodey and Happy are babysitting Peter when the penthouse decides to set fire.

Time to Die... Of Embarrassment - May pulls out Peter’s baby pictures.

You Terrified Me - Bio son Peter breaks curfew. Tony is scared.

He’s not as bad as I thought - Peter has a panic attack when only Bucky is there. The two bond over Star Wars.

Lemongrass Tea - Peter is delighted to find a bubble tea shop opened downtown. He decides to try lemongrass. Unfortunately, spiders are allergic to it.

Other Fics

Car Crash Chapter 1, 2, 3, and 4 - A fun road trip leads to a disaster. Chapters 4/4

Nose Bleed - Both Tony and Peter are shocked when Peter suffers his first  nosebleed.

Baby Peter - A fluffy fic with toddler Peter and his dad

On the Ceiling - Tony finds his toddler not in his bed, but on the ceiling.

A Few Heart Attacks - Peter takes a major hit for Tony and barely survives.

Vlogging - Peter, Ned, and Shuri as seen through their vlog.

Hammock - Peter discovers the many wonderful pleasures of a hammock.

Something is Wrong - Peter collapses and scares the shit out of Tony.

Hot Chocolate and Cuddles - A fluffy fic about the first snow.

Here Comes Trouble, Make it Double - Peter had had a good day. But not anymore.

Don’t Worry, I’ll Sue Thor - Peter’s definitely not afraid of storms. Nope. Not one bit.

I Love You So, So Much - Tony tries to protect Peter from Hydra by keeping him in the tower... unfortunately, Hydra is at the tower too.

Midnight Snack - Peter has a late night snack on the ceiling.

Why the Hell Were You on the Ceiling?! - A very short fic where Peter falls asleep on the ceiling.

How do you Tie a Tie? - Tony shows Peter how to tie a tie. Peter is unsure that he belongs with the famous Avengers.

Please Don’t Kill Flash - Peter and Flash get kidnapped together. Tony is frantic.

Presumed Dead - Peter won’t eat, talk, sleep. He has nothing to live for if Tony is dead.

A Fast but Steady Heartbeat - Peter, Tony and Rhodey are enjoying their afternoon at a restaurant until the building and their food explodes.

October 30th, Day Before Halloween - Tony gets an emergency call. The Parkers have been attacked.

Peter’s Favorite Avenger? Not anymore - The Avengers meet Peter. Tony was terrified at first, and now he’s jealous. He’s still Peter’s favorite Avenger, right?

Drowning - The mission was supposed to be simple. It wasn’t. 

Rough Day? Or just tired? - Tony and Peter have a movie night. Peter falls asleep halfway through.

Temporarily Blind (and more) Chapter 1, 2, 3 , 4 - Peter goes blind. Not only that, but he’s dying.

Baby’s First Battle - Toddler Peter sneaks onto the Quinjet to help find his dad.  

Scream - Tony taught his little toddler to scream as loud as he could if someone he didn’t know tried to touch him. But he prayed Peter would never, ever end up in a situation like that. 

Being a Dad - Tony had to keep himself from calling Peter every ten seconds, reminding himself that FRIDAY was there and would alert him if anything happened. He had a deep feeling that something was wrong. Something was very wrong.

Happy Tears - Peter squirmed uncomfortably, the hard plastic chair digging into his back. He glanced at the clock. 2 am. Everyone else was asleep. May, Pepper, Nat, Sam. And Tony. Tony had been asleep for five days. 

Happy Birthday Peter! - Celebrating Peter’s birthday!

A Building Fell on You?! - Peter wakes up screaming. When Tony asks what his nightmare was about, Peter responds that a warehouse collapsed on him.

Hibernation -  Peter's spider side decides it's time to go into hibernation.

Blanket Forts - Peter is stressed from school. (Self-projection? Mayhaps) Tony knows just how to help.

Happy Halloween! -  Peter, Tony, and May's amazing, eventful day of picking pumpkins, carving said pumpkins, and getting spooked by watching Buzzfeed Unsolved.

You Came Back to Me - "Peter took another sip, expecting his dry throat to be blissfully cleared by the sweet cherry flavored drink.

The burning in his throat only grew. He felt like his stomach was  turning inside out and his chest had been stabbed with needle-sharp knives. The back of his neck prickled and he felt like he was in the middle of a blizzard but also in a desert with the sun directly overhead at the same time."

Or: Peter gets poisoned

tonystank and bananaboy -  Tony and Peter play Among Us, which can only result in a chaotic tickle fight (in which Peter loses drastically) and a (platonic) cuddle session while watching Star Trek.

You’re Gonna Miss Me When I’m Gone Ao3 -  When Tony had made his monthly anonymous donation of 50,000 to Peter's highschool, he hadn't thought that they would use the money to whisk his kid away to Vienna, Austria for an entire week.

I Want a Baby - Prompt from @milla-romy : I wish you would write a fic... about the Superfamily 💖

(Tony wants to adopt a baby. Steve isn't so sure.)

Presumed Dead -  After a HYDRA mission goes wrong, Peter is presumed dead and Tony mourns his son, until...

Sunny Son -  "Today is Friday, and Tony’s watch has just pinged, alerting him that Peter has arrived at the tower. He types out a quick text on the small surface of the watch: I’ll be up in 30 bud! and focuses his attention on the presenter, not because the presentation is in any way interesting, but because he needs to focus on something other than being separated from his kid.

Only thirty minutes, he thinks to himself, and he can go upstairs and cuddle his kid."

Or, Tony is a soft dad who wants to cuddle his kid- who can't stop giving him a heart attack every ten minutes.

#masterlist #my writing #my fics #not st*rker

[vandorens-archive]

hi! i saw your rec post on enemies to lovers wips, and i was wondering if you had any murder mystery wips? alkjsdfa;sdfh i've been on a dark academia wip spiral recently, but really any wip that involves a murder as an important plot point are fine.

murder mystery wips, you say? well, if you know me, you know that i’m a sucker for a good mystery, and writeblr is full of them! under the cut are a few top-notch works you should definitely check out—hair raising, nail biting, and heart racing:

(in alphabetical order)

A GANG CALLED ICARUS, @kindlywriting —  “In the winter of 1983, the deteriorated body of a wanted criminal washes onto the shore of Lake Michigan. Once a member of the world’s most notorious crime ring, the discovery of Price’s dead body unravels a complicated web of mystery, obsession and revenge for the people he left behind. It was hard to be a well-liked criminal. But it wasn’t that hard for Price. The question is, who killed him?” [introduction post]

thoughts: a road trip thriller and a murder mystery? sign. me. up. the characters have incredibly distinct voices and such fascinating personalities + backstories!

EVAN IS NOT THE MURDERER, @mshelleys — “Evangeline ‘Evan’ Munson didn’t remember anything the night before she woke up that morning. She didn’t remember coming home, she didn’t remember going to sleep, and she definitely didn’t remember if she was the one who killed Harmony Harper, the one person she swore to protect” [wip page] [introduction post]

thoughts: a ‘small, 1980′s-esque town’ setting, an all-female main cast and chaotic detective lesbians, i mean, what more could you want? 

MURDER OF CROWS, @septemberliterature —  “Alexander Wright and his friends spend their time writing and drinking bitter coffee at Maple Hill School of Excellence; a school that prides themselves in developing their young ladies and gentlemen for the world of tomorrow. Their Advanced Literature course is all the six friends think about. They eat, sleep and write. And suddenly their lives no longer revolve around their craft.

Claudia Chen is dead. Sweet, innocent Claudia is dead. And now her friends are scrambling to pick up the broken pieces of her life” [wip page] [introduction post]

thoughts: whoever said dark academia couldn’t have likeable characters has not read murder of crows yet. i love reading how they interact with each other and how claudia’s murder affected each one of them. 

SPRING HANGING, @inheriting — “A body washes up on the shores of Edgewater Brooks, an elite boarding school located on an isolated island, its arrival only complicating already existing tensions. it’s the start of a downfall + the collapse of long kept secrets, but for Vienna Tan, newcomer by way of scholarship, it’s the question (and answer, however awful) that she’s been seaching for” [introduction post]

thoughts: sometimes i’ll be sitting somewhere and i’ll randomly think of amaryllis naoson and felix koh and just tear up, literally. the way the character relationships are woven into the mystery is so satisfying.

TEETH AND LUNGS, @starshots — “For the seniors of St. Augustine High School’s Class of 2015, life is good. Summer is right around the corner, and from there a leap of faith into the great big, beautiful, unknown that is the world. The hallways are humming with fervor, excitement and whispers about prom, graduation, and all their plans for life afterward. And then everything comes to a screeching halt when senior Micah Kwon-Reid wakes up one morning to find a police officer on his doorstep bearing news that his older brother Elijah’s body was discovered in the lake” [introduction post]

thoughts: the premise of this wip brings a chill up my spine in, like, the best way possible. from the way it’s written in this subtly creepy way (letting you know that something is very, very wrong) to how the supernatural elements are written in is incredible. 

THE ANOMALY PROJECT, @goatsghostwrites — “Teenagers in a beachside city have been developing superhuman abilities over the past few months, and are now disappearing rapidly. Rhys Fujiyama is one of the few who are still looking into this mystery—who’s kidnapping kids? where are they taken? why do only some return alive?—but the stakes change when her personal life gets involved” [wip page] [introduction post]

thoughts: an unconventional mystery with superpowers! also, fantastic characters

THE PINNACLE OF ART, @ambrosichor — “A group of students decide to travel around Europe stealing the greatest artworks in humanity. In pursuit of possessing the height of civilisation, art slowly consumes them as their descent into madness leads to their demise. What soon unfolds is the very essence of the fragility of humanity” [wip page] [introduction post]

thoughts: if someone gave me the chance to talk about how well written this wip is, i could, and i attest, go on for hours and hours. it’s quite literally a work of art (get it? okay i’ll see myself out now)

WHAT LIES BENEATH, @viviuyn — “There is only one thing I can tell you for certain: Connie Walsh is dead. Now, whether Jubilee Creek was the last place she ever saw or whether it was the face behind the trigger has nothing to do with me. Or, at least, it didn’t for a while” [introduction post]

thoughts: featuring my favourite narrator with a side of hate-love relationships, what lies beneath is, truly, the perfect murder mystery to curl up with. 

WHITE TEETH AND RED PACTS, @ditzysworld — “When six high school girls broke into the closed off wing of the prestigious Annesley Booth Academy on a dare, the last thing they expected was to develop superpowers. for a while, they were inseparable, bonding over their little secret. But soon the drama and stresses of high school got in the way and by the time graduation rolled around, drifting apart was inevitable.

Until seven years later, when one of them, Vanessa, is found dead in her apartment, killed in an apparent home invasion gone wrong” [wip page] [introduction post]

thoughts: another murder mystery wip with superpowers! includes a girl clique (yes), found family (yes), and many references to lorde’s pure heroine (yes, and speaking of, check out chay’s pure heroine drabbles that go alongside wtrp!)

#if anyone has any more suggestions feel free to reply/reblog this post with them! #answered. #anonymous. #( p.s: this post is queued! ) #long post #( why doesn't a read more work on mobile goddamit )

[crewman-penelope]

The Green-eyed Monster

Fandom: James Bond / Rami Malek

Chapters : 5 of 27

Characters : Lyutsifer Safin, Tatjana Safin ofc, Luc Dupont omc, Marie Dupont ofc, Camille ofc, James Bond, Moneypenny, Q, Mr. Hinx, Frau Dr. Vogel, Ernst Stavro Blofeld, M, Nomi, Mr. Moreau

Relationship : Lyutsifer Safin / OFC Character, Ernst Stavro Blofeld /OFC Character

Warning : Lemon, Hostage, dub-con, non-con, blood, gruel dead scene

Rating : MA

Gene: Crime / Drama /Romance

Summary : SPECTRE is back, but was that really what Safin wanted? Bond gives no shit at first...

Note : The rights for the Bond Books and the movies lays by Eon production!

This fanfic is for entertaining purpose only and to read for free.

English is not the writer's first language!

Still thirsty for some Safin content, so I have to write it myself. :-D

———

5. Traveling

The adventure of diving with the HAYTNMYC II, which was a great part of the travel, was a bit soothing to Tatjana.

She loved the submarine. It was kind of peaceful and huge and nicely furnished. Even though the rooms were not built for a family, they were big enough to share - at least for a short time.

Safin gave the KaLeu cabin to Camille and the twins, knowing she, as the night nanny, did probably the most important and difficult job.

Tatjana and Safin settled for the couch in the TV room, which also had a com system for Safin. Also, the screen could be switched to the outdoor cameras to watch the water landscape around them. A fascinating but chilling view.

Luc shared his cabin with his wife, which he truly seemed to enjoy.

They ate together in the small break room, visiting the bridge and the control room, and had a walk through the engine room, always checking on the twins who were keen to press every button they could reach.

The travel with the HAYTNMYC II was kind of like a family trip, until they crossed the North Atlantic. By Gibraltar Safin talked with a colleague of his, who suggested Monaco as a meeting point.

At this point the travel became a drag. Safin stayed behind to lead the HAYTNMYC II back 'to work', while Tatjana had to get used to Mr. Hinx, who picked them up at the airport.

She had never seen a bigger man and at first look, she stepped back.

"Oh my.. aren't you a big fellow?!", she stuttered in amazement.

They shook hands a bit awkwardly.

"Safin asked me to look after you, Ma'am.", he growled, eyeing her sternly. Marie and Camille stepped forward, one of the twins in each of their arms.

"Well, I am grateful for that, Mr. Hinx.", Tatjana smiled and pointed to the women.

"This is Marie, my housekeeper and right hand with Matvei and this is Camille, our night nanny, with Maksimilian."

She watched Mr. Hinx's face, a mix of amazement and softness, as he looked at the boys. "This old dog ..", he muttered and gave a smirk. "Does he truly have it all?"

Tatjana started to laugh. "Please don't tell him, but, I imagine he is looking forward to having two or three weeks alone with Luc."

Tatjana watched Mr. Hinx take a step back, looking from her to the boys and back again. "I'm not so sure about that."

Tatjana felt surprisingly safe with Mr. Hinx around. One positive sign in a hard ride.

The flight from Monaco to Vienna was tiring. They had to switch planes again there to get to Bad Ischl, and from there they took a Heli to Blofeld's Lair on the 'Katerkogel'.

Normally Tatjana would have enjoyed the ride in the Heli. Unfortunately, the twins started to tense up between Vienna and Bad Ischl, both teething and feverish.

As they stepped out of the helicopter, helped by the many hands of a greeting committee, Tatjana was utterly exhausted.

The twins were crying in the arms of Marie and Camille and poor Mr. Moreau, who came to greet them in the Foyer, didn't get the first word out.

"Excusez-moi, Monsieur Moreau. Les enfants ont de la fièvre. Les garçons ont des dents."

Mr. Moreau turned to nod at a bystander, who rushed away as if he had received an order. Then he turned back to Tatjana.

"Madame n'a pas besoin de s'excuser. Your French is charming, Madama, alas you can switch to English."

That made Tatjana chuckle. "That was a very sweet way to tell me that my French is not as good as I thought.", she smiled and turned as Maksimilian was winding up again.

"Monsieur Moreau, this is my night Nanny Camille, who would surely prefer to speak French. Can you show her the rooms for the boys?"

"But of course. Medication to soothe the fever is on it's way to the apartment."

Tatjana sighed, tired but relieved. "You are a dream, Monsieur Moreau."

Mr. Moreau waved for Camille to follow him, and Marie with Matvei on her arm, followed after.

"S'il vous plaît suivez-moi mesdames."

Tatjana turned to look after Mr. Hinx and nearly crashed into him. He stood close behind her, suitcases in his hands and clamped under his arms. A modern looking Mr. Lurch. Tatjana held her hand over her mouth trying not to giggle, thinking of this Addams Family character.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Hinx. It was a long trip."

He just nodded and started to walk. Tatjana followed him, slightly confused, and realized that he knew where her apartment was.

She hurried to pass him and opened up the door.

He went in after her and settled the baggage in the middle of the room. Without saying a word, he reached into his pocket and fished out a small Mobile, handing it to Tatjana.

"An intranet messenger.", he grumbled lowly. "1 is direct dialing to me. For emergencies."

"Thank you, Mr. Hinx.

"Sleep well, Madame Safin.", he smirked

#The Green-eyed Monster #The Green-eyed Monster 5 #Chapter 5 #Lyutsifer Safin #Safin #Ernst stavro Blofeld #Mr. Hinx #Q #James bond #Moneypenny #Safin x ofc #Blofeld x ofc #Luc Dupont #Marie Dupont #Lemon #Smut #Dub con #Non con #Crime #Romance

[beingstacey]

Top 7 Comfort Movies

I was (not) tagged by @bethanyactually​ (but that’s never stopped me before).

1. While You Were Sleeping

I love this movie so much. Lucy becoming a part of the family. All the knitwear. When I saw this movie I was young enough that I didn’t know it would work out for them BECAUSE it’s a movie, I thought there was a real chance she could end up alone, without the family, without Jack, and the stakes were so high and it hurt to watch it all almost crumble. I think it’s really special to have had that movie experience.

2. Under the Tuscan Sun

I love a story about someone rebuilding their life. I love how Frances gets all her hopes (wedding, family, someone to cook for) just not in the way she expected. I love this story:

"Between Austria and Italy, there is a section of the Alps called the Semmering. It is an impossibly steep, very high part of the mountains. They built a train track over these Alps to connect Vienna and Venice. They built these tracks even before there was a train in existence that could make the trip. They built it because they knew some day, the train would come."

3. Music and Lyrics

This film is so fun. I like the leads together. It’s a good romance and I like how they bond over creative interests and work well together (teething problems like furniture rearranging, pen clicking, and some plant deaths aside).

4. 50 First Dates

This movie is bright and fun and romantic. Beach Boys sound track. Love can overcome any obstacle as a theme. What’s not to like? I also love how much Lucy’s family try to help her and how much they love her.

5. 27 Dresses

I was a big fan of Katherine Heigl back in the early days of Grey’s Anatomy. This is such a good fun romcom. I like all the dresses and the wedding stuff. Also a love triangle movie where James Marsden gets the girl innovative in 2008!

6. Something Borrowed

This is a weird one for me. I didn’t like this movie when I saw it in the cinema but I watched it a couple of times on TV and it grew on me. I got the DVD cheap and it somehow became one of the movies I’d stick on if I couldn’t sleep. There’s still stuff about it that I don’t like. But I do like Ginnifer Goodwin and the houses and the summer. So it’s got a spot, I might replace this with something like ‘Just like Heaven’ or ‘Something’s Gotta Give’ or ‘Stranger than Fiction’ another time.

7. Legally Blonde

This is the kind of movie where even if you think “I’m not in the mood for Legally Blonde” it pulls you in and then you’re enthusiastically rooting for Elle.

I’m not officially tagging anyone but I’d be super interested to see your list @a-curly-person​. If you want to do this consider yourself tagged.

#Comfort Movies

[smilezdental]

What Does A Cosmetic Dentist Vienna Do?

There is a lot more to dentistry than your simple, regular checkups and cleanings, and much of it will fall under the umbrella of cosmetic dentist Vienna. A Vienna dentist will offer you much more than just cleaning. Many dentists will offer veneers Vienna, or orthodontists Vienna or teeth whitening Vienna. Finding the best cosmetic dentist near me will be easy when you know what you are looking for. For some good examples of work a dentist has done, you will want to check out some cosmetic dentistry before and after photos. This should give you a better idea of what exactly a dentist can do for you and for your smile!

Let us take a quick look at a couple of the services that you can find in the cosmetic dental department!

Composite bonding

If you have discoloured, cracked, or broken teeth, composite bonding is an excellent solution to your problems. It consists of a special-coloured resin which your dentist will apply to your teeth. What this does is improves the overall shape and colour of your teeth and smile. If you enjoy coffee and wine, there is a good chance your teeth are already stained from consuming those products. Looking into the mirror every day and seeing that might be a bit of a bummer for you. And maybe you notice some chips and cracks while you are looking. Composite bonding can fix all those problems for you, and more.

Dental crown and bridges

Did you play sports when you were younger and take a couple hits to the face? If so, you probably have missing or damaged teeth. Dental crown Vienna VA and dental bridge Vienna VA are an excellent solution to this problem. It is not uncommon for adults to suffer from damaged or decayed teeth that cannot be fixed with fillings. A dental crown can help to give your smile that full, beautiful look once again!

For more information on cosmetic dentistry Vienna Va check out Just Smilez Dental. They offer a wide range of cosmetic dental services Vienna and can get you right back to loving your smile once again!

#Pediatric Dentist Vienna Va #Vienna Dental Care #Best Dentists Vienna Va #Emergency Dentist Vienna Va #Dental Crowns Vienna Va

[justsmilezdental]

The Complete Guide to Getting Your Dental Implant Vienna VA

If you are in need of Dental Implant Vienna VA from your local dentist, then there are a few things that are important to keep in mind. Whether you are in your teens or senior citizen, it can be very possible to need dental implants as replacements for damaged or unhealthy teeth. That being said, there are plenty of options available for your dental implants in order to make it an easy and comfortable process.

First, let’s explore what exactly dental implants are and how they could work for you. That way, you can walk into your dental office with full confidence about the potential process required to make your dental implants happen smoothly.

What are dental implants?

Dental implant procedures are undertaken by professional dentists across Vienna VA replace your missing or damaged teeth. These implants for your teeth can help fix your smile, tooth alignment, and even some complex issues with their roots.

How are dental implants put in your mouth?

The process of dental implants is surgically done by an expert dentist. They alignand place the implant on the jawbone with secure, metal base joints. Since the base joints of the implants are made of metal, they stay in place and don’t cause bone damage in any way. The bones and implants are then left to bond together over a period of 2 to 6 months so that they form anchors to place the artificial teeth.

If the dental implant does not already have an extension to fit crowns on it, the second step is to put this extension in place and let the mouth heal for another few weeks. The final step involves placing artificial teeth on the implants.

What kind of Dental Implants are there and how much do they cost?

If your jawbone is healthy enough to support dental implants, there are two main types that can be utilized.

Endosteal Dental Implants:

These types of implants are placed in the jawbone and typically made of screw shaped titanium metal. They are the most used type of implants and also known as in the bone implants.

Subperiosteal Dental Implants:

Some people have damaged jawbones or not enough bone mass in they jawto support an endosteal implant. In such cases, a prosthodontist in Vienna VA will drill below the gums to install a metal frame over the bone rather than drilling directly into the jaw.

#dental implant vienna va

[kunalcmi]

NANOENGINEERED PROSTHETICS MARKET ANALYSIS (2019-2027)

Nanoengineered prosthetics are implantable devices that are used in patients to replace missing body organ and it comes under subdivision of nanomedicine.  Nanotools and nanostructures are used for manufacture of prosthetics and their use has improved function of prosthetics and has reduced various disadvantages of using conventional prosthetics such as dislocation of the implant and infection around the site of the prosthetic.

Nanoparticles are ideal for engineering prosthetics and implants because they function at the same level of the body cells. For instance, Fluidinova’s product nanoXIM HAp pastes are nano-hydroxyapatite water-based paste, which is specially recommended for manufacture of bone graft substitutes. Nano-hydroxyapatite is perfectly aligned in the form of nanocrystals. Due to high physical and chemical similarities between the nano-hydroxyapatite and mineralized bone this paste show high affinity to hard tissues, which leads to the formation of strong chemical bonds with the parent tissue. Some of the other manufacturers operating in the global nano engineered prosthetics market include CAM Bioceramics B.V., 3D Systems, Inc., and others.

 Global Nanoengineered Prosthetics Market Drivers

Leading manufacturers are focused on collaborations with researchers to develop products in the global nanoengineered prosthetics market. For instance, in August 2019, researchers at Medical University of Vienna in collaboration with Otto Bock Healthcare Products, Alfred Mann Foundation, and Imperial College London developed a prosthetic arm with few built-in electrodes, which makes contact with the patient’s skin and results in opening and closing of the prosthetic arm claw. Moreover, researchers at the University of Chicago are developing brain-controlled prosthetics, which can be achieved by implanting electrodes in the motor cortex region of the brain. The changes taking place in the motor area by using electrodes can be recorded and accordingly the robotic arm can be manufactured and attached to the patient as a prosthetic.

Higher incidences of limb loss in the global population has been reported. For instance, according to the National center for Biotechnology Information, (NCBI), 2017, limb loss may occur in people suffering from disease, injury or surgery, while congenital limb loss exists from birth. Out of total amputations, lower limb and upper limb amputations account for 84% and 16% respectively. According to the same source, a person suffering from diabetes has chance of 10-30 times more of undergoing lower limb amputation as compared to the general population. Moreover, according to the same source, around 20%-50% of diabetes – amputees, world-wide, will require a second leg amputation within one to three years, and over 50% of the people undergone amputation in one limb will require another amputation within five years.

There are certain advantages of using nanoengineered prosthetics over conventional prosthetics such as nanoengineered prosthetics have better compatibility with the body or the body parts in which they are incorporated, enhance mechanical stability, improved durability, fast integration of the prosthetics in the body or organ of the patient, optimal design, high fatigue resistance, high wear resistance, better hygiene, less toxicity, and greater strength.

 Global Nanoengineered Prosthetics Market Restraints

Alternative options for nanoengineered prosthetics are expected to restrain global nano engineered prosthetics market growth over the forecast period. Osseo integration is the alternative surgical method for prosthetic users, in which the load bearing metal is in direct contact with the bone of the arm or leg and penetrates through skin. It directly attaches to the removable prosthesis through a connector. According to National center for Biotechnology Information, (NCBI), Osseo integration is widely used procedure for amputation in Europe and Australia. Moreover, advantages of Osseo integration is that it is easy to wear and take off.

There are some disadvantages of using nano engineered prosthetics as compared to other conventional prosthetics. For instance, it is an expensive treatment and may lead to side-effects, or even complete rejection of implantation may occur in patients using the prosthetics. These factors are expected to restrain the global nano engineered prosthetics market growth over the forecast period.

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 Global Nano engineered Prosthetics Market Regional Analysis

North America is expected to hold dominant position in the global nano engineered prosthetics market over the forecast period, owing to large amount of research and launch of new products by the major manufacturers in North America. For instance, in January 2019, researchers in the University of California San Diego School of Medicine and the Institute of Engineering in Medicine, in collaboration, manufactured a 3D printed spinal cord scaffolds, which are filled with neural stem cells. Moreover, according to National Center for Biotechnology Information, (NCBI), 2017, the nanodaimonds are emerging class of biologically compatible carbon-based nanomaterials that are expected to possess a set of unique properties which are essential for the design of innovative therapies in the fields of drug delivery, tissue engineering and bioimaging.

Moreover, manufacturers from Asia Pacific regions are indulged in manufacturing new products in the global nanoengineered prosthetics market. For instance, Jyoti Ceramic Industries Pvt. Ltd  launched Jyodent in 2017, available in the U.S. It consist of a biocompatible ceramic block, which is composed of Zirconium and is stabilized with Yttrium and enriched with Aluminum. It is responsible for balancing the color and translucency (aesthetics) of the teeth with the strength or function.

Higher incidences of limb loss is increasing in the regions of North America. For instance, according to National Centre for Biotechnology Information, (NCBI), 2016, there were around 2.1 million people with limb loss in the U.S., and it is expected to be double by 2050. Moreover, according to the same source, in U.S., 185,000 people have amputation each year and. 300 to 500 amputations are performed every day. Furthermore, International Diabetes Federation (IDF), 2017, estimates that current global prevalence of diabetes will increase from 285 million to 435 million by 2030, which is the main cause of limb loss.

 Global Nano engineered Prosthetics Market Key Players

Some of the key players operating in the global nano engineered prosthetics market include Fluidinova, CAM Bioceramics B.V., 3D Systems, Inc., Merz North America, Inc., Carl Zeiss AG, Sono-Tek Corporation., Jyoti Ceramic Industries Pvt. Ltd, Ceramaret, Hanwha Chemical corporation, and Ad-Nano Technologies Private Limited.

 Market Taxonomy

By Material

Calcium Hydroxyapatite Nanoparticles

Pastes

Powders

Blocks

Granules

Injection

Carbon Nanotubes

Titanium Oxide

Others

By Application

Orthopedic Prosthetics

Neuroprosthetics

Myoelectric Prosthetics

Dental Implants

Cardiovascular Implants

Others

By End User

Hospitals

Ambulatory Surgical Centers

Aesthetic Clinics

Others

By Region

North America

Latin America

Europe

Asia Pacific

Middle East

Africa

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for the weird ask thingy how about 1-98? so yes all of them please!

I’m gonna put this under a read more so that it’s not insanely long but thank you for allowing me to overshare because that’s literally all i want in life

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

coffee mugs, if i see one that i like, i usually buy it or think about it for a really long time. 

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

lollipops

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

cotton candy, i can’t stand the smell or taste of bubblegum

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

on most of my report cards i was a pleasure to have in class but has trouble actually turning in homework

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

either soda bottles or glass cups

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

i love the aesthetic of formal but i prefer boho/preppy 

7. earbuds or headphones?

earbuds, headphones squish my head

8. movies or tv shows?

movies 

9. favorite smell in the summer?

honeysuckle

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

being goalie for handball

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

peanut butter crunch clif bar

12. name of your favorite playlist?

summertime

13. lanyard or key ring?

keyring

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

watermelon jolly ranchers

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

fahrenheit 451

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

cross legged or leaning to the side with both feet tucked up next to me (only in a chair/on the couch though)

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

either birkenstocks or my bean boots

18. ideal weather?

slightly cloudy, breezy, and between 60 and 75 with a dew point under 55

19. sleeping position?

any position but on my back

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

i like a notebook, my fingers try to type too fast for my brain so i make a lot of mistakes and i need lines otherwise it slants all over the page

21. obsession from childhood?

i used to collect guitar picks. i have too many

22. role model?

my friend kelsey. she never let anyone’s opinions of her shape who she was. she did what she wanted and was such a free spirit. 

23. strange habits?

left goes first. if it’s makeup, my left eyebrow, lashes, contour, blush, anything goes first. left shoe goes on first, left pant leg, left shirt/jacket sleeve. left first or it feels wrong. 

24. favorite crystal?

i love amethyst because it’s purple.

25. first song you remember hearing?

probably american pie by don mclean.

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

swimming

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

honestly stargazing. getting all bundled up and lying in a bunch of blankets is great. there no humidity to make the stars hazy and on a really clear night it’s beautiful.

28. five songs to describe you?

perfect - anne marie, devil’s in the canyon - the strike, orpheus - sara bareilles, rainbow - kacey musgraves, vienna - billy joel

29. best way to bond with you?

talk to me about music, animals, what you find beautiful or peaceful.

30. places that you find sacred?

any mountain top, the chapel in the pines at camp, fields of wildflowers, any waterfall.

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

my black dress with big red roses and my black and white stripe heels with roses. 

32. top five favorite vines?

oh shit the tampons one, the no yelling sock, the souls of the innocent, bagel boys, that was majestic

33. most used phrase in your phone?

i have wtf set to automatically replace with what the fuck and i probably use that daily

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

i always have the cropp metcalfe jingle stuck in my head

35. average time you fall asleep?

on a work night usually between 10:30 and 11:30 but weekends its closer to midnight

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

probably those creepy u mad? and sad face drawings.

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

i prefer a suitcase but not a huge one

38. lemonade or tea?

it has to be sweet tea if it’s iced

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

lemon cake. lemon meringue pie is never the right sweet/tart ratio

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

my senior yaer they locked the boys and girls bathrooms in the science wing because the boys were setting off axe bombs and the girls were smoking cigarettes

41. last person you texted?

my friend corinne

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

yes

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

yes

44. favorite scent for soap?

citrus. it just smells cleaner

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

i’m a sucker for fantasy

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

i have a couple of dresses that are stretchy but too short to be acceptable (imo) for public wear

47. favorite type of cheese?

i love mozarella

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

i’d be a peach

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

it’s chaos, be kind

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

probably just weird shit from camp

51. current stresses?

mmmmmm job hunting, packing for camp, cleaning

52. favorite font?

i can’t remember the font name but it’s like old typewriter letters

53. what is the current state of your hands?

i need to paint my nails and cut them

54. what did you learn from your first job?

that people are really fucking dumb and don’t read the fine print on their coupons

55. favorite fairy tale?

the princess and the pea

56. favorite tradition?

we always do a big pancake dinner on mardi gras

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

dealing with my hair’s natural curl pattern, and i’m gonna have to get back to you on the other two

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

i can braid hair really well, i can cook without a recipe, i made the highest swim level as a camper in 6 weeks my last year as a camper, i’m really good at cat’s cradle

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

“absolutely not”

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

i don’t watch anime so i have no idea

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

“war is war and hell is hell. and of the two, war is a lot worse”

62. seven characters you relate to?

radar o’reilly, arya stark, dumplin’, carol danvers, eleanor shellstrop, wayne and daryl from letterkenny.

63. five songs that would play in your club?

gas pedal - sage the gemini, gasolina - daddy yankee, despacito - luis fonsi, bitch better have my money - rihanna, and only nicki minaj’s verse from monster

64. favorite website from your childhood?

neopets or i think it was whitesheepblacksheep but there was a site that had a maze game that was set to the music Orpheus in the Underworld

65. any permanent scars?

my right foot from being born c-section, right shin from a staph infection, left wrist and left foot from ganglion cysts, and my chin from a golf club

66. favorite flower(s)?

all of them EXCEPT for the flowers from bradford pear trees. fuck those.

67. good luck charms?

not really

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

oh god there was a grape juice my friend brenda had me try and it was just so tart it tasted like it had gone past expiration.

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

i can tie and untie a hair tie with my fingers

70. left or right handed?

right handed

71. least favorite pattern?

i hate herringbone and houndstooth

72. worst subject?

the only math i breezed through was geometry

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

i really like potato chips and grape jelly

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

like a 6 or 7. unless it’s mouth pain then like a 3 at most. 

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

probably 7 or 8? i can’t remember but i DO know that my mother kept all of mine and my siblings baby teeth

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

potato gratin is amazing

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

succulents

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

coffee from a gas station specifically sheetz

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

oh god my school photo. my license photo i look like i WILL kill the photographer

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

jewel tones

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

i use both interchangeably 

82. pc or console?

i play internet games which is as far as i got with gaming. although i do really want a game cube so i can play monkeyball

83. writing or drawing?

writing

84. podcasts or talk radio?

podcasts

84. barbie or polly pocket?

i have 2 pollypockets still and i refuse to give them up

85. fairy tales or mythology?

mythology

86. cookies or cupcakes?

cookies

87. your greatest fear?

i really don’t like the dark lmao

88. your greatest wish?

mmmm i’m honestly not sure

89. who would you put before everyone else?

barack obama

90. luckiest mistake?

not checking the weekend of my brother getting married and lucking out that i bought concert tickets for the weekend before

91. boxes or bags?

bags

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

fairy lights

93. nicknames?

libby, libs, libster, “ms. teaguerson” is one i’ve gotten from a couple of kids i’ve subbed for, any version of elizabeth at this point.

94. favorite season?

fall 

95. favorite app on your phone?

i just downloaded a crosswords app and it’s fantastic

96. desktop background?

the sky being absolutely BLACK during an afternoon storm right before a big event at camp

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

i think 8

98. favorite historical era?

i really love the clothes of the 40′s

#ask #about me #nonnienonnienonnie

[allofusandco]

A few minor details

with @eswareinmaleingrimm

In Vienna, things start to go horribly wrong.

Sean:

At Klagenfurt, close to the Slovenian border, Nick and Sean were brought to a hotel which, oh joy, had only one bed. Again. It had happened too many times for comfort or coincidence. Sean rubbed his forehead. At some point, he was going to have to say something to Nick – and it might as well be tonight, since they had to have a fairly difficult conversation anyway.

He understood it, he honestly did. Difficult to find your voice when you didn’t understand the politics or the relationships but the reality was, people weren’t respecting Nick enough. They were behaving like he was there as Sean’s… he couldn’t force himself to even think the word. Mate. The word had gotten around and Sean hadn’t so much as acknowledged it, let alone tried to refute it. But worse than his mate, they were treating Nick like an accessory; where a week ago they’d been waiting for him to say something, now they looked like they were assuming he never would. As though Sean was parading him around like an accessory.

He glanced at the bed. It looked comfortable. It would be another night sleeping on the couch, for Sean, but first, food.

He looked over the room service menu, and ordered for them both, since by now he could generally guess what Nick would order. And a bottle of wine, which might make the conversation a little easier to take.

“Do you need to shower?” he asked, standing a respectful distance away, hands in his pockets. “We need to discuss today, but it can wait, if you’d prefer to get more comfortable first.”

Sean himself would have been happier in jeans and a sweater, but he wouldn’t use the palatial bathroom until he was sure Nick didn’t need it.

–––––

Nick:

There was a slight hesitation in Sean’s steps as he entered the room which Nick only saw because he was walking behind him. It had become sort of a habit he had picked up in the weeks they had traveled together, Sean would enter a room first and Nick would follow close behind, waiting until he’d stepped aside to present him to the audience. It had taken quite some time to get used to it, to the staring, the suspicious glares, sometimes coupled with fear or disgust. A couple of times he’d even had people woge on him, a reaction that would usually add even more tension to the situation than his presence alone.

Nick stepped around the captain, giving the room a cursory glance before he approached the couch to sit down. He was tired, a different tired than when he was working at the precinct, always being on guard because of possible attacks in a country he couldn’t understand a single word that was said… It was wearing him out and the fact that nothing, absolutely nothing had happened so far was making him nervous. As if someone was waiting for them to feel comfortable and safe, only to strike when they would least expect it.

“I’m too hungry to take a shower,” he said with a small smile and leaned back, tempted to close his eyes for a moment. The couch was comfortable, if it was his turn to sleep on it tonight he wouldn’t even protest.

It was one of those things he just couldn’t figure out, no matter where they went, no matter which hotel, there was always just one bed in the room. Most of them were rather large and would have easily fit both of them, but Sean would usually insist on sleeping on the couch.

“Let’s talk and get the official part over with, if I get comfortable now I’m not sure how far we are going to get. I’ll wait for the food if you want to shower.”

–––––

Sean:

Sean held his gaze for a moment. Well, might as well put it off a little longer, and Sean wanted to wash the road out of his pores. At least this place had a nice bathroom.

“Alright. I won’t be long.” He rifled through his suitcase, pulled out a pair of jeans, a grey t-shirt, dark green sweater, soft, knitted. Comfortable. The sort of thing most people would be surprised to know he owned. He nodded sharply at Nick, checking the time, and closed the bathroom door behind him.

He took his time, letting the shower building up a good head of steam before stepping inside. He let the water sluice over his back, loosening tight muscles. Over his neck. He closed his eyes.

Politics was exhausting.

He rested the weight of his entire body on one arm, propped against the tiles, and let the water run over his scalp.

There was only so long he could drag this out. He turned off the shower with a soft sigh, pushing water away from his body with the blade of his hand. He dried himself thoroughly, and dressed quickly.

The food hadn’t arrived yet. It would have been nice to have the buffer. Sean opened a bottle of wine from the minibar, since whether Nick planned to join him or not, he needed a fortifying drink to get through this conversation.

He passed Nick a glass, and took a seat beside him at the tiny dining table.

“They keep getting us one room,” he said. “It’s taken me a while, but I’ve worked out why, and you need to understand.”

It was slightly embarrassing, truth be told. But he took a deep breath, and a sip, and settled back into his chair.

“I told you before we came out her that sometimes, messy political situations are dealt with when a member of the royal family and a Grimm manage to work together. What I didn’t tell you is that often, the relationship has been romantic. More than that.” He grits his teeth. “There’s a bond… they call it a mate bond. It’s said to be nearly instant. Mythic. Unbreakable. And wesen respect it a hell of a lot more than any family name, or any individual Grimm. Personally, I’ve never believed in it, but we…”

He was interrupted by the arrival of the food, just when he was nearing his point. He gritted his teeth, and opened the door to the waiter.

It took him forever – an hour? ten minutes? Probably one minute to lay their meals out on the table, and Sean stayed tensely standing the entire time.

–––––

Nick:

Sean’s shower could not have taken that long, but Nick still managed to doze off in the meantime. The moment the bathroom door opened again, he was wide awake, sitting up on the couch to look around and then watched Sean prepare their drinks. It took him a moment to get his brain back on track and he listened to the explanation, eyes narrowing at the definition of the ‘mate bond’.

A mystic bond between a Grimm and a royal? Respected by wesen without hesitation? It would make sense with how they had been treated, it would explain the bed-situation… and it would also explain the weird looks he’d got at times. He forgot his drink for a moment as he put the pieces together, only to finally realize that most people they had met had assumed that he and Sean were in a romantic relationship.

Huh.

Nick watched silently how the waiter brought in the food and arranged it on the table, not missing the way Sean was hovering in the background, tense, watching every move. He couldn’t help but wonder what the waiter was thinking right now. Was he a wesen? Did he know who they were? Did he look at them and see a couple, two lovers having a romantic dinner together tonight?

Somehow the whole situation seemed different from only moments before. He’d been looking forward to eating his meal and getting a good night’s sleep, and now everything he could do was think back to the meetings they had attended, going over people’s reactions and looks.

It made sense, but he didn’t have the slightest clue how to deal with it.

Another minute and the waiter had left the room, leaving Sean to sniff their dinner as he always did while Nick watched him, drink forgotten in his hand.

“Huh,” he said, because it was the only thing he could think of to say, and then, “So that’s why there’s just one bed every time we get a room. People assume we are…” He made a vague move with his drink that encompassed Sean and himself.

“To them we are… married. Sort of.” He took a sip of wine, then shook his head. “Can’t say I saw that coming. So, this bond… you don’t believe in it? What else does it mean other than people thinking we are… together?”

–––––

Sean:

No poison in the food. Sean nodded gruffly; it was only a matter of time before his caution paid off, but he was strangely pleased that no one had tried to assassinate them so far. In any way. He took his seat in front of his meal. He was hungry, but Nick seemed to be put off, and it would have been impolite to start without him. Sean rolled his sleeves up, just two folds.

The fact that Nick didn’t immediately get angry was good. It meant he’d listen. This idea… it was crazy, and the second Nick said no, he’d forget it and they could get back to things.

“Married. More than that. Marriage to these people is a transaction. The marry for power, to cement political relationships. If we were married, that would mean one thing… a power grab. No. The mate bond is supposed to be something mystical, something that can’t be torn apart or bartered away. Some people think it’s very romantic; I see it as quite the opposite. It sounds more like an enslavement.” What he didn’t say was that he thought love should be a choice. A commitment made every day, instead of once. He shook his head, and indicated the food. Surely Nick had to eat. Sean certainly did. He lifted his fork.

“What it means… it means that people who wouldn’t usually think they should listen to us will. It means that we have a chance, Nick, to settle the political situation in a way that doesn’t result in another twenty years of blood feuds. Feuds which will result in human casualties, not just wesen.”

He coughed. Talk about missing an essential middle step.

“We won’t do anything you’re not happy with. But I think we should let them think that. Feed the rumor. It’s not… they’re not going to be looking at us to kiss in public, or anything so crude. But the occasional affectionate gesture wouldn’t go astray. I know this is an imposition. But in case you haven’t realized – this is not going very well.”

There were machinations going on. Sean didn’t understand them all, but he understood enough to worry.

“The meeting tomorrow is a very important one. I need you to speak up. Tell them you will be coming down hard on anyone who is found to be working to undermine the authority of the temporary government. Say it in a way that you really know  they will hear you. They’ll listen. They’ll listen twice as hard if they think we’re…” Ugh. “Mated.”

He picked up his fork, and began to eat methodically.

–––––

Nick:

The funny part (or maybe it was the scary part) was that, of everything Nick had heard about the wesen world so far, this mystic mate connection wasn’t even the weirdest explanation. A bond that no one could explain and yet everyone believed in it – it was confusing, especially since it affected him this time – but it made sense. In a way.

What he couldn’t figure out was how he was supposed to deal with it. They wouldn’t kiss in public, probably not even hold hands, people would – and already had – look at them and assume they were together.

A couple.

Involved in a romantic way.

Maybe it would help to look at this from the professional side.

“So we’re going undercover? Posing as… mates to make it easier for us?”

He could do it. Of course he could, he’d done stranger things before. Not many, but if it would help them – it couldn’t hurt to at least try it. If the captain was right, then it wouldn’t make matters worse, maybe even improve the odds of them actually making a distance.

And it wasn’t like they were in Portland where he actually had to think about his reputation as a Grimm (or a police officer), it might have been different then.

Nick took a bite of his food, only now remembering how hungry he was as he went over it in his head, then shrugged and sipped at his wine.

“What do you want me to do at the meeting? Hold your hand while I’m making my point? Call you my mate?”

He was keeping it light, hoping to make it easier for Sean who seemed to be very uncomfortable right now. But the fact that he had actually brought it up and addressed the issue only emphasized how important this was to their mission.

–––––

Sean:

Sean looked up suddenly. He should have put it that way himself. He nodded. “Undercover is a good way to think about it,” he said. “Yes. And I take it from your use of the present tense that you’re agreeable. I appreciate it.” He watched Nick mull it over, thinking through the ramifications. But he didn’t look horrified, or annoyed, or even put out. He looked like he was treating this the way Sean himself had; there was an opportunity to make this difficult task easier on themselves, and Nick was a cop, a professional through and through, interested in keeping the peace; in this case, in creating the peace to start with.

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “In fact, rather than say anything about it publicly, I’d rather reinforce the rumor. If anyone asks you directly – tell them it’s private business, and that will be enough of a confirmation. I’ll make sure the right people have assumed it’s true by the end of tomorrow, and within a few days, the whole Wesen world – by which I mean the ones we have to play nice with, anyway, will assume it’s true. We’ll start to see some differences in the way people treat us. I’m afraid we’ll be stuck sharing rooms for the forseeable future, but we’ve survived that so far. Just… perhaps we can sit a little closer, seem…”

He really couldn’t believe he was doing this.

“They have to assume we’re intimate, so this professional distance between us needs to be less than it has been.”

How else can he say it? When lovers sit together, their shoulders bump. When their hands brush together they enjoy it, without needing to grasp hands in public all the time. They’re men in positions of power, no one is going to expect them to act like schoolboys in love.

He realized too late that Nick was joking about the hand-holding, and clenched his jaw. “I’m sorry. You’d think deception came easily to someone like me but the truth is I’ve never been good with machinations. Concealing myself in Portland is about as much as I can manage, and this… I might not believe in the mate bond, but I respect that people hold it sacred.”

–––––

Nick:

He almost said that he had done worse things as a Grimm than pretending to be ‘mated’, but he stopped himself in time. The whole idea of it might not appeal to him and Sean had said he didn’t really believe in it, but it was still part of the captain’s culture and the last thing he wanted to do was laugh about it.

Even when said culture was giving him a headache from time to time.

“I’m agreeable,” he said around a mouthful of food. He was hungry, so hungry that he didn’t really care just what he was eating right now, but he had to admit that it was delicious. “Anything that helps with this, I’m fine with. As long as you tell me what is expected of me so I don’t screw it up.”

The professional distance between us needs to be less than it has been.

What exactly did he mean with it? Of course they had been distant with each other and now that he thought about it, people would probably not even have described them as friends so far. They’d never sat close, they rarely talked to each other in public, too busy negotiating with others. Nick’s main job, this far, had been to make sure they were safe and to look respectable and self-confident, there had been no time to be pretend they were anything but a Royal and a Grimm.

“So what do you propose we do?”

He’d held hands with Hank, once, for about five minutes while they’d been keeping an eye on a suspect, but that was about all of his experience with this.

“I could probably start calling you Sean in public… or… would you prefer something else?”

Maybe it was getting awkward now, it was hard to tell, but, unlike Hank, he didn’t know the captain well enough to improvise.

“Is there anything in the wesen-world that would mark us as mates? For everyone to see?”

Some secret code, maybe, that he didn’t know about.

–––––

Sean:

Sean thought about it. “I don’t really know,” he confessed. “We probably need to walk a little closer, sit a little closer, that’s… that’s about it. Just seem more familiar, more intimate. We’ll figure it out – damn.”

His phone was ringing. When he saw the name, he recognized it as an opportunity to cement the plan; one of the most notorious gossips in Vienna, a French national, a Fuchsbau called Pierre Renoux.

“Yes,” he said abruptly, when he answered the phone. The man spoke English just as well as Sean spoke French but it was a point of pride that Sean never indulged him. He excused himself, and stood up, but stayed close.

“Of course we will be there.” He listened as the man rattled off unnecessary details, and pretended to shield the phone. “Nick. Could you pour me a little more wine?”

There was a silence, and then the irritating voice on the line said, “ah, oui? C’est vrai, allors?”

Sean hated to lie; and he reminded himself that he was actually about to tell the truth. “Nick and I would appreciate our privacy, thank you. We’ll see you tomorrow.”

His heart was beating in his mouth when he sat down again, trying to consider the enormity of what he’d just done.

“We have a meeting tomorrow,” he said. “Lunch in one of the more infamous Vienna restaurants, followed by a meeting with some important families, including the restaurant owners. One of them decided I would make an excellent husband for one of her narcissistic spawn when I was still in short pants. But by the time we’re at the restaurant, anyone who is anyone will have heard that you and I are a couple; so. Let’s do our best to look the part.”

He raised his glass, and felt his lip curl, and laughed, a rare sound, as he clinked his glass against Nick’s.

“We should finish our dinner,” he said, after a sip. And then, because he was enjoying a rare moment of good humor, he added, “sweetheart,” with a wry grin.

If he didn’t laugh, he thought he might cry.

–––––

Nick:

While Sean was answering the phone, Nick leaned back in his seat, watching him thoughtfully.

Walk closer, sit closer - seem closer. He could do that, it wouldn’t be a problem, as long as he wasn’t supposed to kiss him he could probably do anything and make it look like he meant it.

Heh, kiss the captain. If they were still in Portland and word got out about their undercover job, there would be bets by now. How close they would get for it, who would be the first to stop the whole thing…

Nick chuckled softly, then looked up when Sean said his name, listening closely to what he was saying on the phone and then after he disconnected the call.

“You mean there will be one very angry woman trying to get between us? We might have to get extra close for that.”

It was half a joke and half a statement, a plan, and Nick shook his head as he smiled.

“This feels like high school, right to the point where we move on to the next town before things get too intense.”

Or before I can make friends.

He chased that thought away with a sip of his drink, studying Sean for a moment.

“You should do that more often,” he said, then hurried to add, “Laugh, I mean. People are supposed to be happy when they are with one, especially if they found their ‘mate’. You being in a good mood - laughing and smiling - will probably tell them more than if we were to hold hands in public.”

He was surprised at how not weird it felt to say this and he raised his glass to meet the captain’s mid-air.

No, not the captain, his mate, his -

“Darling.”

–––––

Sean:

Darling.

Sean snorted. It really was ridiculous.

After dinner, they drifted apart, apparently needing some time to themselves, but there was a strange unity that the distance couldn’t conceal.

–

Nothing much irritated Sean like the inability to find a good parking space. In Portland, it would have been easy. Park, turn on the police lights. Everyone would get out of the way. But here…

He stiffened his shoulders and kept his mouth shut.

He couldn’t look at Nick. Pathetic, probably, but in his head, all Sean could really think about was what the hell they were supposed to do to perpetuate the lie. Strange thing was…

He didn’t believe in the mate bond. He never had. It sounded too convenient. Too political. But he still liked the idea of the unity. Well… he and Nick were… not friends, that was probably pushing the boundaries, maybe, but still, they were friendly. It sounded nice, to his ear, to his poor tired head, to have a relationship that people acknowledged and didn’t try to subvert.

At last they pulled up close to the restaurant. He climbed out, Nick climbed out, and they headed for the door. As soon as they were close enough, Sean draped his hand on Nick’s shoulder. Just long enough for anyone who was watching to see. Like he’d said, no one was expecting any more intimacy than that.

Still, as they were seated for lunch, he took Nik’s plate, and sniffed it thoroughly.

Their host glared.

“Paranoia is sometimes essential for survival,” he snapped. “Not. No politics at lunch, we’ll have plenty of that afterwards.”

–

Lunch passed too quickly, and they were ushered upstairs.

“Don’t forget,” Sean murmured. “You can let me take the lead, but you have to talk. We want stability, that’s enough for now.”

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Nick:

Over the course of the past few days he had become better at reading the captain’s moods.

(Not that there were many moods to get used to, it was mostly a calm tension mixed with a healthy dose of paranoia that had probably saved their lives more times than they were aware of. Never much to interpret, very reliable and easier to get along with than what he would have expected.)

This, now, this was new, Sean seemed distracted, thinking too much about something that should look natural and trick people into thinking they were close.

Maybe it was because Nick had been on a couple of stakeouts over the years that he found it easier to fall into a role than a police captain who spent most of his days behind a desk.

Well, he would help with that.

Tiny gestures. Like leaning into Sean’s side as he felt the hand on his shoulder, briefly walking close enough so their shoulders touched and not pulling away whenever their arms brushed against each other. Then his hand on Sean’s arm when their host protested Sean’s checking of the food for poison. A smile, a short head shake - “It’s okay, I trust them.” (he didn’t) – and that was that.

If he was honest, he was more worried about somehow unintentionally saying the wrong thing during the meeting than he was about keeping their cover. He followed Sean into the room – again, standing just a bit closer than usual – then sat down, waiting somewhat nervously for his cue.

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Sean:

It got heated. Of course it did; they all got heated, they had to. But there were a few very important differences this time. When Nick spoke, they shut up and listened. Not the sort of listening they usually did, where they paused, waiting for a chance to speak again. They took it in, actually paid some goddamn attention. Nick even seemed to get somewhat angry about their attitudes. It was…

Well, it was fantastic.

And it was clear that the story was getting around, as well. Sean heard the whispers, say the looks, and played on them somewhat by tapping Nick’s hand occasionally when he spoke about unity, the importance of growing and changing and finding a way to work together, instead of the machinations he had come to despise.

They might not have fully respected Sean, as a half-royal (the royal bastard, he heard them call him sometimes) but he was all they really had; and he was setting up a power balance with a Grimm by his side.

Afterwards, in the car, he wanted to discuss it all. But the driver, though he had been loyal for a long time, was still something of an unknown element. Sean made him do the usual, dodging through the streets for a time before taking them to their hotel.

They were silent in the elevator. It wasn’t until Sean had swept the room for bugs and found it satisfactory that he turned with a smile on his face.

“You did exceptionally well,” he said. “Thank you. Look, we have at least an hour before dinner. We can’t safely walk around the city, but we could go downstairs to the bar, enjoy the last of the sunlight. If you’d like.”

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Nick:

If he was honest, he didn’t remember a single word he had said. It didn’t happen often, but his nerves had got the better of him at one point and he’d had to take a break to get back on track, but other than that, he counted the meeting as a success.

The captain seemed to agree and once it was over all Nick wanted to do was take a deep breath and have a moment to himself.

He finally got a chance to relax during the drive to the hotel since it wasn’t safe enough to talk. It was something he had got used to in the past days, waiting for the moment until they were on their own. The moment when both of them would be able to relax and not think about every word they said.

Nick waited until Sean turned around and declared the room safe before he allowed himself to smile for the first time since they had left the meeting.

“It went so much better than I thought it would. They actually listened. I hope this will make a difference somehow.”

Anything was better than staying in the apartment.

“Sounds good, I could use a drink. Just let me change into something more comfortable.”

A jeans, a shirt, his favorite jacket. So much better than the suit he had chosen to look presentable. He almost asked if Sean was going to do the same, but he could count the times he had seen him in casual wear on one hand.

“Let’s go.”

The bar wasn’t as full as he’d had expected, it was easy to find a place from where they had a good view of the room. He waited until their drinks had been served, then lifted his glass.

“To making a difference.”

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Sean:

For a moment, Sean considered changing as well. But his suitcase was in the bedroom, and he couldn’t follow Nick in there. Things were awkward enough as they were. And what would he change into? He hadn’t brought a lot of casual clothing. He regretted it, now. He hadn’t anticipated a lot of casual time, really. But now, here he was, pretending to be in a very serious relationship, and he wished he had clothing that could better allow him to fit the part. What partner – what mate – dressed so formally, sharing an informal drink?

Perhaps he could send someone to do a little shopping for him. The thought made him distinctly uncomfortable, though, and he pushed it away.

Nick looked good. Better than he had. More comfortable and more confident, as well. Eyes bright, back straight. Sean carefully locked the apartment behind him as they walked down to the bar.

“To making a difference,” he replied, raising his glass and touching the rim to Nick’s. He gave a smile – sincere, he thought, and not too stuffy – and took a sip. It was exceptional, a French burgundy. Not to everyone’s taste but Sean did enjoy the classics.

After a moment’s thought, he loosened his tie, though he didn’t take it off. He undid the top button of his shirt.

“Tomorrow should be interesting,” he said. “I know it looks on paper like we’re socializing, but the truth is the family we’re visiting – that’s their farm, by the way, wish makes it sound rustic. Don’t be fooled, they own half the office buildings in Vienna. They do all their politics this way, and they’d hoped I might marry their eldest daughter. They won’t be happy. She will, she can’t stand me, and I think she has a preference for women.” He cringed. “Let’s not talk business. Are you enjoying the city? I miss it. I don’t spend enough time here. I was hoping I might be able to see my mother, but I hear she’s abroad. She is a hard woman to pin down.”

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Nick:

It was one of those things he would probably never understand about the captain: Even in a situation like this, a private talk between two people who should look like they were as close as one could be, Sean still somehow managed to look like he was on duty. The loose tie, the open button – it didn’t do much to make him appear like he was enjoying himself, anyone watching them would probably think they were still talking about the meeting. It was the first evening they were spending outside of their hotel room, outside, among people. Who knew who was watching them right now?

Nick put down his drink and leaned closer, lowering his voice.

“The meeting is over, you know? We’re supposed to rest and relax, have some down-time. Perhaps we should work a bit on trying to look the part where we are together.”

His smile came surprisingly easy, as did the hand that reached out to close around Sean’s wrist to squeeze it before he pulled it back.

“So you’re saying I need to watch my back even more so than now? Be careful around them and avoid talking about us? Maybe we should try and get her on our side now that you’re taken?”

It was a joke, of course, and he winked at Sean, then shrugged.

“I haven’t really seen much of it, it looks great from the backseat of our cars and the hotels are… old. Rustic.”

And then…

“Your mother? She lives here?” Now that was a topic he had not even thought about until now.

“Have you told her? About… us? She’ll have heard rumors by now, I guess word travels fast? Especially about a Grimm and a Royal?”

What if she had? She was part of the Wesen world they were trying to convince of their partnership, how would she react if she found out it wasn’t real? That they were only pretending to be this close?

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Sean:

Sean had trouble dropping his vigilance. But Nick was right.

Nick’s hand was on his wrist. Right there, on his wrist. He wasn’t sure they had ever touched before, except accidentally. But this was normal, or what it was supposed to look like, anyway. Right? Still his wrist felt cold when Nick moved it.

He’d liked it. A bit.

He symbolically took his tie off, and stuffed it in the pocket of his jacket, which he slung over the back of the chair. “You’re right,” he said, with a smile, and resorted to the humor which had got them through a rough patch the other night. “Darling.”

He took a sip of the wine they had been brought. Entirely clean, and it was excellent. He allowed himself a moment to really savor it.

“Yes, she lives here. Well. Outside of the city, but she has an apartment somewhere. It’s not easy to keep a collection of spell ingredients that would make Rosalee dizzy in an apartment, though, so she has a house in the country. Which probably makes it sound rustic. It’s not. My mother likes her comforts. And I would sound so amused if I were you,” he said, mocking serious. “Who would your mother, the world famous Grimm, react if she knew you were mated to a half-blood Wesen? And a royal at that. I don’t know her well, but I am prepared to bet she would actually turn purple. She might even try to ground you.”

Experimentally, Sean mimicked Nick’s gesture, placing his hand – god, it looked huge – across the back of Nick’s. Just a moment. He felt a thrill of something completely unrecognizable go through him. “I don’t know if you know how to contact her – and I don’t want to know, Nick, that’s your business – but if you are, it might be a good idea to find a way to tell her about the ruse, before she shows up here with a weapon custom-designed to kill me. She’d probably know of the tradition, though she seems a smarter woman than most. She might not believe in it either, could think I’ve put some sort of spell on you.”

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Nick:

Oh.

Sean was right. Just because his mother didn’t live here, didn’t mean she wouldn’t know what was going on. And if she heard about the rumors –

He needed to talk to her as soon as possible.

“You have a point,” he said after a moment, didn’t even fight the grin that crept onto his lips then. “But you don’t need to worry, she trusts me. She wouldn’t try to kill you without talking to me first. She might not approve of my way of handling things, but she understands. Or at least she’s starting to.”

She no longer saw Monroe and Rosalee as Wesen but as people, one of many steps in the right direction in his eyes.

“I know how to contact her, but it’s difficult, I’m not sure I should attempt to reach her from here, it might not be safe enough for either of us.”

If she heard about them and she decided she wanted to talk to him, she would find a way, he would hear from her one way or the other.

“She would probably tell me to get a divorce.” He frowned. “Is that even possible? Can we ever break up? Once this is over, when we go back to the States, will they keep track of us?”

One thing he should have thought about before agreeing to do this. Not that it mattered, with Juliette gone and his private life practically non-existent at this point he could probably keep this up for years if he had to. After he had talked to his friends, of course. Had they heard about it? Monroe, Rosalee, Bud – all the others? Were they angry at him because he had not told them? Would they really believe he would take such a huge step without mentioning it to them?

“I didn’t think this through as much as I should have I guess, I should have told a few people about this. I’m surprised I haven’t heard from Monroe by now. Do you think there’s any chance no one at home will find out about this?”

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Sean:

“I’m very pleased to hear it.” Truly, he didn’t relish the thought of another showdown with one of Nick’s relatives. His mother was a formidable woman. “I can arrange a secure internet connection, with a couple of days notice. If you want to make a call that way, or… do whatever you need to do.”

A laugh escaped Sean’s mouth. He clenched his jaw closed, but it was there, and it wasn’t going anywhere. He opened his mouth to apologize, and it only got worse. It was so strange – when was the last time he’d really laughed out loud at something?

“I just imagined your mother and my mother discussing our futures,” he said, smiling widely and catching Nick’s eye. “I’m sure they’d work it out. Probably have us in adjoining apartments back in Portland to secure the illusion, and ban us both from ever dating again. Over tea and madeleines. My mother can’t bake, but she does love a French pastry.”

How absurd. And sort of fun. Two women who by their very natures would be deeply suspicious of each other, joining forces on something like this?

“They’d never let us ‘divorce’,” he said. “In fact, I have no idea how we will disentangle from this, once stability has been reached. We will do exactly as we’re doing now.” He settled more comfortably back in his chair, raising a hand to call over a waiter. “Two more of these,” he said, as his own glass was nearly empty.

He was probably being too incautious. But Nick was right. Anyone who saw them shouldn’t question that they were a couple, and they were probably too formal, too stiff. Correction; Sean was too formal and stiff. Nick was the usual bundle of neatly controlled energy that he always was.

He thought about it. “If they don’t know yet,” he said, “they will soon. Perhaps you should. If for no other reason than when Monroe hears, he’ll probably say it’s completely ridiculous and impossible and, good friend that he is, do anything he can to crush the rumor.” He reached for a nut from the bowl, tossing it into his mouth. “Yes. You should.”

He wished he had a friend he needed to do the same with.

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Nick:

“I think I need that internet connection, and soon. I have to tell her. I’m not worried, but I’d like her to hear it from me instead of having to find out from strangers.”

There had already been too many secrets between them, he didn’t want to add another, not when just talking to her would make it easier.

He joined Sean in his laughter, shaking his head at the picture. It would surely be a sight to see, he didn’t know Sean’s mother but if she was anything like his own – and she had to judging by his words – then the two of them would probably turn his and Sean’s lives completely around. Adjoining apartments, no more dating? Well, there were certainly worse things that could happen to them.

“I don’t think we’d be given a choice in anything anymore, they’d probably plan our days and make sure we can’t ruin it.”

Could he live with this? Not being able to “divorce”, at least for a couple of years, maybe, to ‘establish stability’? It seemed like a small price to pay if it led to peace and bring people (Wesen and humans) closer together. The situation still seemed a bit surreal to him and if someone had asked him, a month ago, if he thought that it could work he would have been highly doubtful, but he was beginning to think it just might.

Maybe because it was real, now, no longer just an idea, it was something people could watch and see for themselves.

“As long as you are okay with the precinct finding out sooner or later? I couldn’t hide this from Hank for long, he knows me better than anyone. People are going to start talking, normal people. Is that going to be a problem for you as the Captain of a police force?”

Was he really thinking about ‘their’ future right now? Making plans about how to tell their friends and colleagues? What to tell them, how to make this work ‘in real life’?

“I can’t believe I just said that.”

Still smiling, he took a long sip of his drink, watching Sean thoughtfully as he imagined how their lives might change.

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Sean:

Secure internet could be arranged. So that would be that, though right now Sean had no earthly idea how he might get a message to his own mother. He frowned.

“My mother is a powerful woman with a lot of friends and more allies,” he said, turn the stem of his wine glass in his hand. “I think she’ll hear about this soon enough and contact me. I’ll tell her the truth. She’s practical, above anything else. She knows all there is to know about doing what has to be done.” He shrugged, and took another sip.

She would be disappointed. Not in his decision, but the fact that it might mean he could never actually be with someone he loved, that he’d be alone. Not alone, but… Sean shook his head. He was a Royal, if half-blood, and there were only two kinds of Royals in the world; those who were prepared to make sacrifices, and those who were not.

His brother had been prepared to make other people’s sacrifices for them. Sean wouldn’t be like that. Maybe down the road Nick would be able to have some semblance of a normal life, even if it was behind the scenes, below the radar.

“I think we should maintain discretion,” Sean said. “Tell Hank, by all means, but tell him as a friend, stressing the importance of keeping this as quiet as we can manage. We can’t risk having you transferred to another precinct. But as long as we’re not flaunting it – I expect you can keep your hands to yourself?” Sean said, with a smile. “I don’t mind who knows. I’m a police captain in modern Portland. Things aren’t what they used to be. And I carry a very large gun. Oh,” he said, smiling suddenly. “No more marriage proposals with family trees and curriculum vitae attached. How… refreshing.”

He glance at the time.

“We should have dinner here,” he said. “And then get some sleep. We’ll be leaving quite early tomorrow.” He rolled his sleeves, halfway to his elbow – did that look more casual? – and reached for the menu. A little more difficult to sniff at the food in public but he could always claim he enjoyed a good aroma.

“Saddle of rabbit,” he said, raising his eyebrows. “Excellent. Could you order for us both? I’ll just go and make a couple of phone calls about your internet connection. And another glass of wine.”

He stood, passing behind Nick’s chair as he headed towards the foyer of the hotel. Daring, he gave Nick’s shoulder a quick squeeze. It felt nice.

–––––

Nick:

Nick watched him leave, taking a moment to scan the room, curious if he could spot anyone paying special attention to Sean’s departure. One or two heads turned, but no one got up to follow him and so he stayed at their table, reaching for the menu.

No more marriage proposals… He was curious, this was a part of his captain’s life he had never thought about or would have thought it even existed. The life of a royal seemed to be even more complicated than he had always assumed it would be.

A waiter appeared to take their orders. After he had placed them and the man had walked off, Nick leaned back in his chair, staring at his drink as he went over their schedule for the next day. It would be a long day, that particular meeting that he was looking forward to and dreading at the same time…

Maybe it would be a good idea to call it an early night, get some rest so they would be awake and alert in the morning. He made a mental note to ask Sean about those marriage proposals and the way those things were handled in his family and then sat back to wait for him.

*** *** ***

The next morning found them sitting in the back of the car that was taking them to the meeting. It had been a quiet day so far, they’d barely spoken a word, but it was a companionable silence, very comfortable in a way. The drive had been uneventful so far, but once the car stopped in front of the house, Nick couldn’t help but look around, checking surroundings. There was a group of people standing at the door, watching the car. The hosts, he assumed, he recognized one of the men from a picture he had seen before.

Sean was talking to the driver and he waited until he had told him when to meet for the next drive, then opened the door, getting out of the car. The air was cold, something he was beginning to get used to. Apart from the car’s engine there was no sound to be heard. Next to him, Sean got out of the car as well, closing the door behind him.

“Let’s see how much she hates me,” Nick said under his breath, flashing Sean an amused smile before he started walking toward the house.

He was still looking at the captain when the first bullet hit the car’s window right next to him.

–––––

Sean:

Ever cautious, Sean had one eye on the rear view mirror all the way to the farmhouse. But no one followed them; only a short distance from the city, it seemed like traffic vanished completely. Good to know. Out of nothing but habit, when they were only a few minutes from their destination, he slipped the cartridge out of his handgun, checked it, and reloaded it, settling it back into its holster.

“We should be done by four,” he told the driver. “So you won’t have time to get back to the city. You can stay here. If we’re done earlier, that might be helpful. I trust you have something to read,” he half-joked; the trunk of this car, he’d noticed earlier, had six European newspapers and half a dozen books. This was a man accustomed to waiting.

“Don’t forget you rank, here,” he said, leaning in to speak to Nick. “Don’t hold back. None of the titles here are better than ours together.”

They pulled up at last. Their hosts didn’t look entirely friendly, but then again, there was no hostility in those looks either. Openly curious. The youngest boy appeared to be playing a game on his phone.

“I wouldn’t worry –”

He should have been paying better attention. It took Sean a full second to realize that a bullet had been fired – that it had narrowly missed Nick, what were they thinking? – and that he really needed to react.

“Trust no one,” he hissed at Nick, before he turned to run. For the pullet to have gone through that window and hit the one opposite it had to have a reasonable range. Sean only had a vague direction, but he had an excellent sense of smell, especially when he Woged, which he had done – when? In front of Nick?

Oh, was he supposed to stay and defend Nick? Wasn’t that what a loving partner would do? But Nick didn’t need that. Nick would already be bracing himself to cover Sean, probably. He’d followed his instincts. Or he’d have a gun on the hosts, though Sean thought he might have seen them duck when the shooting started. They seemed surprised, but that didn’t mean much.

A bullet whizzed past his arm, grazing it. He didn’t cry out, but he hissed through his teeth, and took a shot in the direction it had come from. Another. He couldn’t afford to waste ammunition, but he wasn’t going to get himself, or Nick, killed being overly cautious. He saw movement in the shrubbery ahead of him, and took another shot. This time, the shooter cried out, but took another shot regardless.

––––

Nick:

It all happened so fast he barely had any time to react, but his reflexes kept him from being hit by the second bullet that was fired his way. He managed to take cover behind the car, dropping to his knees, then peered over the hood.

It was a trap, but, from the looks of it, their hosts weren’t part of it. He was relieved about that, but on the other hand, if something happened to either him or Sean on a meeting like this it would send a very clear message to the rest of the Wesen involved in their negotiations.

The family had taken cover, but it didn’t look like they were armed, the shots were coming from his own gun, Sean’s and their attacker’s. The husband – the name was escaping him right now – was dragging his wife and kids toward the front door, trying to get them to safety.

With their surprise-moment gone, the shooter still seemed hellbent on trying to kill them or they would have taken off by now.

Sean was moving closer to the house and Nick was itching to leave his place behind the car and do something.

Trust no one.

And Sean was right, they didn’t know who was on their side or who had planned to kill him, but his instincts were screaming at him to at least get the kids out of the line of fire. It took every bit of self-control to stay where he was and cover his partner, firing shots in the direction Sean was aiming at.

–––––

Sean:

He threw himself forward as a second bullet hit him, his left shoulder this time. Ignoring the pain, he kicked the shooter, catching him under the chin, effectively preventing him from taking another shot. The man cries out in pain, blood streaming from his mouth.

Sean shot him in the shoulder, and he shrieked.

Sean stood on the wound. “You have one chance to escape with your life,” he lied. “Tell me who you’re working for.”

The man’s mouth was moving strangely. Sean dug the toe of his shoe into the injury. “Talk faster,” he said, but the man just…

“No,” Sean said, dropping to the ground to force his mouth open, but it was too late; a capsule of some kind, probably cyanide, he’d already bitten it. Within moments, he was dead. Sean examined the gun. Military issue, undoubtedly stolen. Ignoring the pain in his shoulder, he packed it into the case, careful not to touch it in too many places; perhaps it could be traced. He took off at a jog, towards the car, just in time to see the driver – he’d thought he could trust the man – fumbling for a gun. He didn’t look like he knew what he was doing, but it didn’t matter. He’d parked the car there, rather than move to the side driveway, to line them up to be slaughtered. Sean raised his own pistol, and shot him right between the eyes, before jogging in the direction of where Nick was now moving, their hosts.

“Did any of you know anything about this?” he asked, and was met with blank stares – and a terrified teenage boy. Sean grabbed him by the arm, almost sick with pain, and pulled him forward.

“I could shoot you right now for treason,” he hissed. “But you’re young and stupid, and your parents’ responsibility.”

To the wife, he said, “call the cleaner. He’ll take care of this. And sort your son out.” He gripped his shoulder weakly, feeling sick with the pain now; he needed to get to the hospital. He turned to Nick. He had to be pale, by now, he’d lost a lot of blood and his left arm was almost useless.

“We have to leave. Back to the city. I know a hospital where they can… keep quiet.”

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Nick:

Sean was finally close enough to take the shooter out, which meant that Nick was free to move toward the family. They had taken cover as best as they could, the husband shielding his wife while she was dragging the kids with her. Nick moved as fast as he could, gun still at the ready, prepared to shoot if he saw movement anywhere, but it was only his partner who was now approaching the car.

Seeing Sean raise the gun had him stop and drop to one knee, gun pointed at the car. Their driver was in on this? He’d liked the guy, after so many days spent with him driving from one meeting to the next in a land where he hardly knew anyone, it had been nice to see a familiar face every day. He flinched when the shot sounded. The cop in him would have preferred to arrest him, but he trusted Sean, of course, this was his territory, so to speak, if it wasn’t safe to let him live he’d have to accept it.

The moment Sean put his gun down Nick was moving again until he finally reached the family.

“Are you okay?”

Trust no one.

Sean’s words were still fresh in his mind and he scanned them for hidden weapons. The woman was sobbing quietly, her husband holding her close, protective. One of their sons, though, he was pale, shaking, wide eyes on Nick as he shook his head repeatedly.

“Please don’t kill me, I didn’t know!”

Nick swore under his breath and put his gun away, about to say something when Sean appeared next to him, dragging the boy forward. Nick looked up at him and frowned when he became aware of the look on his face.

“You’re hurt,” he said, eyes flying to Sean’s shoulder. When did that happen? Not that it surprised him he wouldn’t have seen it, it was just like the captain to shrug off a bullet-wound until the situation was over. And, if he was honest, he would have done the same.

But now his friend needed help and Nick reacted automatically, stepping closer to draw Sean’s arm around his shoulder and make sure he stayed upright. Too pale, he didn’t look like he was going to get to the car on his own.

“Kids these days,” he said, an attempt to distract him from the pain. “You have to stay awake until we reach the hospital, think you can do that?”

He helped Sean into the passenger’s seat (easier to keep an eye on him) and then rounded the car, grimacing as he pulled the dead driver out of the car and climbed in. One last look at the family, and he pulled away from the house, his eyes drawn to the wound again.

“How bad is it?”

–––––

Sean:

Sean knew, theoretically, how strong Nick was; it was part of the legacy. And he’d watched him fight, take on creatures of great size and strength. But until most of his weight was being held up on his friend’s shoulders he hadn’t really appreciated just how much stronger he was than human. Sean would have fallen, without him. He let Nick ease him into the passenger seat and he put his own seatbelt on. There was always the chance Nick would have to practice some good old fashioned evasive driving. If his enemies knew this attempt at assassination had failed, they might come for him again.

Stay awake.

“I’ll try,” he promised.

Stay awake. Stay awake. Stay awake. Stay awake. He could do it. The pain, he focused on that. Better than focusing on the way his vision kept blurring. From his pocket, he pulled out his phone, and dialed a number he knew by heart.

“Yes. It’s me,” he said, hoping his voice didn’t sound as weak as it felt. “I’ve been shot. I’m with my – I’m with the Grimm,” he said, catching himself in time. “I need discreet treatment. No, I have no idea where my mother is or I’d be calling her instead.”

He understood, he did. People were afraid. But he sincerely needed people to be more afraid of himself and Nick than they were of his enemies, who remained, for the most part, nameless and faceless.

“The usual place, yes,” he said, and ended the call. He wouldn’t show too much appreciation, not until the job was done, and done right.

“The hospital on the same block as our hotel,” he said, forcing himself to look at Nick. He looked determined. And… beautiful, in a distant way Sean didn’t want to consider too closely. “Take me to the morgue. My acquaintance will meet us there. He has everything he needs, and we can’t been seen in the main hospital. Nick. I’m going to pass out. If anyone stops us… shoot first, and I’ll clean up later. We need a show of force, or…”

Or their trip was about to take a very ugly turn. He knew that. Nick had to suspect it. For someone so close to him to have been swayed to the other side; it had to have taken a lot of money, a great promise, to encourage such a betrayal.

“We’ll be fine,” he promised, though his lips barely moved.

And the world flickered out.

~complete~

#v: renhardt #p: a few minor details #eswareinmaleingrimm #sean rp #all of us; & queue

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Will We Be Any Better Off After A Year Of Trump?

New Year’s forecasting is a traditional theme at this time of year for Outside the Box. So let’s take a look across the pond and see what Ambrose Evans-Pritchard of the London Telegraph thinks about our prospects for 2017.

Ambrose is less optimistic about 2017 than I am in my forecast. His title pretty much says it all: “Trump, interest rates and Chinese panic: Why euphoria could turn to a credit crunch in 2017.” It seems that his view back across the pond at us has him seriously squinting.

Let’s see why he’s so pessimistic about our chances this year.

Trump, Interest Rates and Chinese Panic: Why Euphoria Could Turn to a Credit Crunch in 2017

By Ambrose Evans-Pritchard

The Trump effect is to accelerate capital outflows from China, increasing the risk of a painful reckoning this year.

Donald Trump's reflation rally will short-circuit. Rising borrowing costs will blow fuses across the world before fiscal stimulus arrives, if it in fact arrives.

By the end of 2017 it will be clear that nothing has changed for the better. Powerful deflationary forces retain an invisible grip over the global economy. Bond yields will ratchet up further and then come clattering down again – ultimately driving 10-year US yields below zero before the decade is over.

There are few ‘shovel ready’ projects for Trump’s infrastructure blitz. The headline figures are imaginary. His plan will be whittled down by Congress.

The House will pass tax cuts for the rich but these are regressive, with a low fiscal multiplier. The choice of an anti-deficit Ayatollah to head the budget office implies swingeing cuts to federal spending. These will hit the poor, with a high multiplier.

This Gatsby mix is mostly self-defeating in economic terms. To the extent that there is any extra juice, it will be countered by the Fed at this late stage of the cycle. Tight money will push the dollar higher.

Once markets accept that Trump is not bluffing – that he really does intend to smash globalism – euphoria will give way to alarm. For now Wall Street remains drunk on wishful thinking.  The longer the delusion lasts, the stronger the dollar, and the greater the trouble in Asia and Latin America.

The broad dollar index threatens to reach all time-highs in 2017, hammering vulnerable regions of the world. Credit: St Louis Federal Reserve

Such is the currency paradox. As the Fed’s broad dollar index pushes towards an all-time high of 130, the mechanical effects will expose the Achilles Heel of an international system that has never been more dollarized – and never been more sensitive to US interest rates since the end of the Bretton Woods era.

King dollar will tighten the noose on emerging market debtors with $3.5 trillion of liabilities in US currency. It will force banks in Europe – through complex hedging contracts – to curtail offshore lending to the Pacific Rim, Turkey, Russia, Brazil, and South Africa. It will lead to a credit crunch in the developing world.

China moves to a different rhythm but it cannot hide from higher US rates. The imported squeeze will come just as the latest 18-month boomlet rolls over, a form of pro-cyclical tightening on a Chinese economy that has already reached credit exhaustion.

It is whispered – and always denied – that the US agreed last February in Shanghai to delay rate rises, buying time for the People's Bank to calm the yuan panic. The Fed retreat worked like a charm. Markets did indeed stop worrying about China. Global bourses rebounded. 

Next time – and it is coming soon – there will be no such accord. The Trumpians want China to blow up, thinking they can handle the blow-back. They can't.

Draconian controls by the People's Bank will not be enough to stem capital flight. Nor will reserve losses blowing past $100bn a month in January. The nuclear risk through 2017 is that Beijing's ‘weak yuan’ mandarins will prevail. If they let the exchange rate go completely, the Asian currency storm that must inevitably follow will unleash a deflationary tsunami through the world. I think China will hold the line, but don't bet on it.

China's slowdown will kill the commodity rally stone dead. Saudi Arabia and Russia will find that output cuts agreed in Vienna are not enough to clear the oil glut this year, pushing off the desperately-awaited rebalancing into the distant future. Neither country can handle the implications of this. Riyadh will buckle before Moscow.

My New Year’s piece last year spoke of sunlit uplands: “The economic sweet spot of 2016 before the reflation storm." I hoped the treacherous moment could be deferred until 2017. Unfortunately we are now almost there.

The tailwinds of global recovery are fading whatever equities purport to tell us. JP Morgan's 'Nowcast' measure of world growth was been slipping quietly for the last six weeks and is now down to an anemic 2.6pc, even before the China's credit curbs kick in and the Asian slowdown becomes obvious.

We have already enjoyed the $2 trillion consumer windfall of cheaper oil. Europe has already enjoyed austerity relief. The European Central Bank has already played its cards. On a flow basis the ECB will soon be tapering, and therefore tightening.

Yields on Italian debt will climb well above the growth rate of nominal GDP – the fatal threshold – as markets anticipate the loss of the ECB shield. This means attrition on €400bn of sovereign paper held by banks, eroding capital buffers. Rome’s €20bn fund for bank rescues will run dry within months, and the political costs of a second bail-out will be much higher. 

It will become clear again that Euroland has resolved nothing. The fatal pathologies – lack of fiscal union, lack of a banking union beyond the name, the one-side adjustment imposed on the South, Germany’s unpunished current account surplus – have merely been veiled by QE and the Draghi Put.

None of the elections in Holland, France, or Italy will bring an anti-euro government to power, but they will come close enough to rattle nerves and drive the euro below dollar parity.

The parliamentary balance of power will shift, greatly weakening the ideological lockhold of the Maastricht elites and free movement purists. Alternative fur Deutschland will make it into the Bundestag. The centre-Right will harden everywhere to stop leakage to the populist fronts.

Brexit Britain will no longer stick out in quite the same way. It may even start to look like a liberal haven set against Europe’s unanswered rage, and this will change the narrative. The threads will become confused, the pieties of Remain less certain, the Scottish temptation a little less alluring.

The UK economy will not perform any better than the eurozone in 2017, but it will not do any worse either, and those who talk of ‘punishing’ Britain in EU capitals will discover the asymmetry of political risk. The British can perhaps fall back on the Dunkirk spirit. Brussels can fall back on nothing.

The next global downturn will come before the G4 central banks have been able to replenish their ammunition, while the bar on New Deals or budgetary largesse is dauntingly high. World debt ratios are already 35 percentage points of GDP higher today than they were at the top of the last cycle in 2008. Emerging markets cannot come to the rescue as they did after the Lehman crash. They too are now mortgaged, and psychologically battered.

As polities fray, those nation states with an organic cultural unity and strong allegiance to sovereign institutions will fare best. Utopian constructions and brittle dictatorships have less margin.

Will we make it through 2017 before the reckoning hits? Probably, by the skin of our teeth.

Happy New Year.

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