#and i closed their little growth chamber again

[botanyshitposts]

i DO enjoy when seedlings start pushing their way through the soil but they havent gotten big enough to break the surface yet so all you see is a little dirt lump that wasn't there before and its like ohh shit watch out world here they come in a short 8 to 48 hours!!

#saw some beans at work a couple days ago doing this and i was like oh excuse me i see you all are very busy ill leave you to it #and i closed their little growth chamber again #seedposting

[roznnreads]

Chosen not Fated Chapter 5

Eris x Fem!Reader

Tags: marriage of convenience, rhysand slander, depression, suicidal ideation, slow burn, fake dating

Summary: Tired of a life in the shadow among the inner circle, Rhysand’s younger sister decides to take her life into her own hands and makes a desperate grab for power.

Chapter Summary: Autumn Court courting traditions, and the Eris's hounds

a/n: I am running out of steam with this fic, I'm getting tired from it so I might take a break from writing for a while

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2 days later

I am sitting in my chambers, on the balcony drinking my tea, the night was light enough for me to know it was day everywhere else. The stars in the sky sparkled in the night, dazzling stars waiting to be noticed by someone, to be pointed out by a little child or a couple saying look, look how pretty that star is. Stars remind me that I am not alone, there is always someone looking down at me, I hope he is looking down on me. I hope he understands what I am doing, that I am not betraying him. I am not disloyal, not untrustworthy. 

In my heart I know he understands, He knew me, he knew that I didn’t belong in the Night Court, I wanted him to run away with me, to escape the palace life, not many people would miss the sister of the High Lord, one who had a Bride and heir, I am not needed here. 

A soft blow of air whips at my hair, I look up from my tea to see Eris winnowing in. 

“Dear” he started

“What are you doing here? If my brother sees you” I interrupted, I was panicking, he was in my chambers and if anyone was to walk in they would he Eris in there close to me, Eris would be killed, and I’d have to start all over again. 

“Oh don’t worry about that, I’m here to take you to Autumn” he said easily

“Are you crazy that will start a war” I said, this man is going to give me a heart attack

“Only for a moment, I am not kidnapping you, it is simply a date, this is what you wanted, a proper courting” he said puffing his chest out

“Make it quick” I say

“Oh I do nothing quick, but don’t you worry you’ll be back before anyone notices” he said

“Then let's get going,” I reach out my hand, touching his waist, looking in his eyes as the world shifts around me.

~

I haven’t often left Velaris, the last time was when I was under the mountain. Even before that I left sparingly, for the High Lord Summet in Summer, or some ball to show a united front. But I had never been to Autumn. I’ve heard stories from the Inner Circle, it is meant to smell of death, a rotting court of the near dead, a transitional court that is full of tricksters and deceit. I’ve found that every court is full of deceit, no one is only truthful, anyone can lie.

When we finished winnowing, the warmth warms my skin, it perforated it spreading through my body in a way I never could have known. It isn’t the sticky blistering of heat from Summer, but like a warm day with a blistering wind keeping you cool, but never cold. Looking around from where I just arrived, We are in a garden, surrounded by Azaleas, Sunflowers, Roses and Petunias, the growth of trees surrounds the garden, they grow high like giants, looking down upon me and Eris, watching us, judging us like a grandmother might a child.

“Lost in thought?” He said startling me

“It’s beautiful,” I pondered

“Yes, it is,” he said. I look back at him but he is looking at me already. 

“What have you brought me here for,” I said

“A proper courting in Autumn court fashion requires this” he said, pulling out a necklace, it is beautiful, it is shaped like a burst of fire moving around the necklace, the gems simmer in the light, it look like it’s moving. Eris moves behind me leaning in close.

“May I?” he said. I move my hair out of his way, he moves the necklace around my neck, using heat from his hands to melt and reform the necklace to connect permanently to me.

“Is there some hidden significance?” I ask

“Every courting necklace is purely individual to the pair, it is meant to be worn until the wedding ceremony is complete, or the courting is broken off, which rarely ever happens. It shows the longevity and how committed we are to be together” I turn to face him, our bodies close together I can feel the warmth radiating from his body, his hands moved to running comforting circles on my arms. 

“Your serious about this, aren’t you” I joke “It’s only been two days”

“Let’s say I was prepared,” Eris said with a smile. I smile back at him. I hear a bark from in the distance, I look for the the source and see a pack of four foxhounds, bounding towards Eris, 

“Hey girls”, he said, falling to his knees being pounced by the dogs, accepting the kisses the dogs give him

“So these are yours” I say laughing at the sight of my future husband, kneeling on the ground getting bound upon 

“They’ll be your once we get married officially” he said looking up at me 

I kneel next to him, not worrying about the dress I am wearing reaching my hand out carefully at the closest hound, he sniffs my hand carefully before giving it a lick and nudging my hand getting closer before he jumps at me causing my balance to tip and I am in a heap on the floor the dogs licking my face.

“Ok, Ok, girls, off you go” he said, whistling with his fingers near his mouth, the dogs run off bounding together barking and playing together

“I think it is best that I head back now” I say, composing myself, standing uneasily.

“Are you ready for that?” he said his fingers ghosting the necklace welded to my neck

“I have to be, I’ll be fine” I say “there is nothing they can do about it now” I say reassuringly, bringing my hand to hold his near my neck. Letting go I give one last smile before winnowing back to the Night Court

~

“Your Compromised” was the first thing that Rhys said to me as I winnowed in from the Autumn Court Gardens, His eyes garling at my neck. 

“Is that so” I retort

“Do you know what that means, who are you married to now” He said 

“I am not married, yet, and the who is Eris, he loves me” I say with determination in my voice “Don’t be naive, Eris doesn’t love you he is attached at the most. And that necklace is a promise of marriage, In autumn women don’t just reject a courting once they are entered in one, the man has to, and if Eris gave you this he intends to marry you” He said dripping with malice. 

“And what if I want to marry him” I say “Why would you want that” He exacerbate

“He will treat me well, I can make my own choice of who to marry, I would have thought that marrying the Heir to a Court would have made you proud”. I say close to tears, I really don’t want to cry, to be emotional right now, It's not like I am really in love with him, and Rhysand can’t stop the engagement if Autumn wants a bride.

“He’s using you,” he said

“Like your not, or anyone who I align myself with is going to use for political power, I’ve accepted that” I say

“And what of your mate” He yelled

“He is dead, there is nothing to do about it, He would want me to move on, I know I will never love someone like I loved him, but I can’t be wallowing in self imposed sadness, I believe that a life with Eris will make me happy, why can’t you be happy for me” I yell back.

“I’m trying to protect you” he said desperately 

“Then let me do this” I plea, I reach out to him, taking his hands and bringing it close to my chest, I don’t like begging, but he needs to know I am willing in this arrangement, that I want this, I know what he is thinking, that I will regret this engagement, that it won’t be suited for me, just like Feyre was with her wedding, it isn’t much different in his head, a woman who is being wed to a Lord that is not her mate feeling forced to be married out of obligation not love. I need him to see it is not an obligation, I need him to see that I am in love, I am not but he needs to believe that, for his own peace of mind. 

#acotar fanfic #eris acotar #eris vanserra #eris vanserra x reader #eris x reader

[coralkrill]

I know it's been exactly two days since I said that I would be taking a break, but I realized I never really got to elaborate on a few things regarding Noah (The Narrator) and Ford (Timekeeper)'s appearance in relation to their story, since relaxing for a bit has let me work on proper character stories a bit more.

Um... spoiler for (sort of?) partial nudity, they're full body sketches but rest assured, nothing explicit is showing, everything sensitive is covered up, and it's in no suggestive way! It's important because it does go in-line with their story.

And if I see any of you being weird about Ford again I will personally and publicly call you out on my blog

Stanley's being left out here, at least this time, because there's really nothing special about his appearance despite his goofy little dot eyes.

So, what are we looking at?

Noah has a partial-body scar across the left side of his torso and his left upper arm! Back when he was completely human (yes, he really was once fully human!) He attempted to fully dedicate himself to his writing and storytelling as a part-time author, in a world technologically advanced enough to have closed trial runs and proofs of concept when it came to an experimental machine that, in all aspects, was a bit like a sensory chamber mixed with full-body VR inside a computer and the Internet; the only thing separating it from modern tech was that it was a lot bigger and more clunky than the VR headsets we have in this day and age.

Being a man with a soul-sucking 9 to 5 who just barely got by on money to have a nice apartment and some comforts, but who didn't have enough spending money or the apartment space for the giant pods, Noah took to... well, building one himself. He had the blueprints and some experience in building things, how hard could it be?

Well... he certainly did build one. It was EXTREMELY unsafe, but he built one. Hooking himself up, he flipped the power switch without a test run and it had a bit of a shocking result, haha. To put it simply, he did manage to slip into the digital world, but his computer stationed at his left side experienced an electricity surge and completely fried his physical body beyond saving, represented by the scars on his digital self and a slight voltage in his body, enough to dimly light a bulb in his hand. It only takes a bit of appearance tweaking in the files to hide the scars, although they do revert if he's very emotional.

It's interesting to think of how he would've fared if Noah never uploaded his consciousness, but that's a story for another time. The only thing I'd say is that... he'd probably look like this!

Now that we have Noah out of the way, it's Ford time! One thing I never noted with their appearance, due to it being mostly covered up by clothes, is that they have fairly visible stretch marks. What, you really didn't think they were always 8'11", did you? In their "Pre-Parable" look, back when it was an office simulator running basic AI, Ford was much shorter, both in height and hair length.

Due to "unknown" circumstances, though, Noah panicked and tried to delete Ford's code, but the AI caused the files to corrupt in the background, still existing, causing rapid growth to start and their demeanor to become... well, the way it currently is. With the changes happening in such a short time, it's expected that they would have many growth marks to show for it. Their current form, as crazy as it is, is only very early in the corruption, so their body is going to get REALLY fucked up millennia from the story's present if they don't figure a way to keep a hold on it. And to add insult to injury, they blame The Narrator for it all.

What's fun is that, something I never realized until now, the discoloration on Ford's left half perfectly copies Noah's scars! That's fun!

...And if you're asking why I noted Ford having slight shoulder freckles... I just think they're cute, okay?

#tsp #tspud #the stanley parable #stanley parable #stanley parable ultra deluxe #the stanley parable ultra deluxe #tsp narrator #tsp 432 #tsp timekeeper #art #coralkrill #coralkrill rambles #coralkrill art

[kenjakusbrainstem]

To Have His Cake... (Kenjaku x Gojo Satoru)

Contains: dubcon, angst, face fucking, Kenjaku not being able to go too long without mentioning breeding even if its only in his head.

Hello~ It's been a minute since I've posted, but here is this! I got inspired by a special friend of mind, that was also kind enough to assist in editing! Thank you @cursedkappa for the help! <3 I hope this is as enjoyable for you as it was for me!

It had been at least a hundred years since Kenjaku had set foot in the Kamo residence, and yet his feet remembered exactly where to go to get to his old private chambers. He’d only been there for about two hours, but that had been enough time to work his way into the mansion and resume his position as the head of the Kamo clan.

Settling himself down onto the chaise lounge, Kenjaku stretched his arms out, as if to relieve some of the tension in his body. Despite a successful execution of his plans in Shibuya, Kenjaku was a little tired. However, he was ecstatic at all the growth he’d seen from all the sorcerers. It left him feeling energized despite his vessel’s lethargy. 

The most exciting takeaway from the night for Kenjaku was easily the box he held tightly in his hand. He’d had it concealed in his robes up until he was finally alone; the warm thrum of energy seeping out of the Prison Realm as it pressed up against his skin forced Kenjaku to move faster in his acquisition of the Kamo residence. 

Kenjaku was excited, although his plans had been going as he’d intended for quite some time, the unpredictability had him itching for more. He hadn’t expected as much growth from the modern sorcerer., Of course with every age there are outliers, but to have so many strong students? Kenjaku was impressed, and this realization made him look much more forward to the culling games to come. 

Everything happened to be falling exactly in line to what he’d needed to go along with his plans. The predictability was a little disappointing, not enough to ruin the spoils, however.

Running his thumb across the Prison Realm, he looked down into the myriad eyes on its surface. The bright blue shining from the eyes reminded Kenjaku of the occupant, and at this thought a smile spread across his face. Capturing the six eyes had been something he’d wanted to do for a long time, and for it to be someone with such a close relationship with his vessel. . . well that just made things much sweeter for Kenjaku.

Being able to see his vessel’s memories with the six eyes and feel some of the emotions related to the man added an extra enjoyment. He’d never had a body retaliate against him before, the recent memory of it had him placing a hand up to caress the bruises he knew had formed around his neck. 

“I wonder if you even know how impressive what you’ve done is, Suguru. Can you even hear me in there? Or did you only come out when you recognized the bright eyes of your former lover?” Kenjaku asked to himself, to the soul inside the body he wore. He hadn’t expected an answer verbally, but the lack of any response did leave him a bit disappointed.

The bond between the two had to have been so strong that it surpassed even death. Such a compassionate display of human affection was impressive. Kenjaku remembered, from a memory that wasn’t his own, the six eyes referring to love as the most twisted curse of all. Perhaps he had cursed the two of them in a way neither of them could have ever anticipated, and to Kenjaku, their suffering was certainly sweet.

Kenjaku brought the prison realm up to his face, holding it only a breath away from his nose. The eyes looking into his own seemed to be aware and the lack of fear in them made Kenjaku’s blood pump faster. Of course, seeing the eyes so calm made him want to bring the look of shock and horror back to the six eyes. The same horror he saw when he was originally sealed.

“What about you, Satoru? Do you understand me?” Kenjaku asked, again speaking to someone that he was sure couldn’t respond. While no sound reached his ears, the Prison Realm grew warmer in his hand.

Kenjaku smiled, the idea that he had the six eyes literally in the palm of his hands was pushing him past excitement and into arousal.

Arousal wasn’t something that he normally felt outside of experimentation, but Gojo Satoru was a prize to behold even in this state. Feeling the gaze of the Prison Realm upon him and knowing that the likelihood of the six eyes contained within it being able to percieve him was slim, Kenjaku still felt hot under the gaze. 

Slipping the outer layer of robes off, Kenjaku settled himself in, leaning back further into a lounging position. As he got comfortable, he sat the cube on his chest allowing him to use his hands.

“You know, Satoru, you say I’m not Geto Suguru but I certainly have all his memories. Every moment the two of you spent together, even your most intimate ones. You’d be surprised how much this body longs for you, it's been a long time since I’ve inhabited a vessel that held this much vigor and passion in its veins,” Kenjaku spoke as he ran his hands down his body. The passion Kenjaku was feeling started blooming deep inside him earlier that night.

One of Kenjaku’s hands slipped into the waistband of his pants, hand ghosting over his semi hard cock. He had been waiting for this moment, being able to have the six eyes fully under his control. Having Gojo Satoru fully under his control made it even more exciting. His vessel had plenty of intimate experience with Gojo, those memories had been a very small motivation for Kenjaku, but he finally had what he wanted.

Kenjaku’s eyes stared at the cube on his chest as he slowly started to stroke himself. Masturbation wasn’t normally something he chose to partake in, prefering to use his own seed for reproduction, but this vessel was more than attractive enough for Kenjaku to have fun. He knew what got Geto Suguru’s cock hard, letting his mind wander into his vessel’s memories. 

His hand wrapping fully around the thick cock as he began to pump himself earnestly, Kenjaku focused on a memory of Gojo Satoru on his knees before his vessel. The white haired man looked desperate as he struggled to fit all of the thick cock in his mouth, tears welling up in his eyes. The sight of those bright eyes brimming with tears had Kenjaku squeezing his vessel’s cock, he wanted to feel it for himself.

Now fully hard, Kenjaku pulled his clothes down further to make his movements easier, exposing his vessel’s throbbing cock to the cool air. The extra room made it easier for him to steadily stroke himself. 

Stuck in Kenjaku’s mind was the image of the six eyes crying around his vessel’s thick cock. Thrusting up to meet his hand, Kenjaku fell further into Geto’s memories. Gojo, it seemed, was very well versed in sucking cock. Going from a watery-eyed virgin that could barely fit half a cock in his mouth to sucking Geto down with ease seemingly overnight made Kenjaku thrust into his hand faster.

Staring into the eyes of the Prison Realm, Kenjaku felt a smile creeping up onto his face. He had put much thought into a use for the six eyes once he was captured in the Prison Realm, but this hadn’t crossed his mind until tonight. Thinking back to earlier that night when Gojo was restrained in front of him, a small moan left Kenjaku’s lips at the thought. Oh to have had more time alone with the six eyes in that form.

Kenjaku wondered, he was almost certain that if he opened the Prison Realm that it would still keep Gojo Satoru restrained until he was fully unsealed. There was a chance, however, that the six eyes would be fully unsealed and his ages of planning would all be lost. To lose this much progress just for something so base, that would be so reckless, so human of him.

The draw of feeling firsthand what his vessel was remembering was too strong, paired with the potential of ruining his plans. . . the chaos of it all was making him harder in his hand.

Kenjaku could already feel himself reaching up with one hand to grab the Prison Realm that sat atop his chest. Caressing the warm space between the eyes, Kenjaku sat up in his seat.

“Gate open,” Kenjaku said, holding the Prison Realm out in front of him. The cube rapidly heated up in his palm before splitting. Quickly removing his hand, Kenjaku braced himself for a potential fight, the adrenaline keeping him fully ready for battle and fully ready to fuck the six eyes.

As he’d predicted, Gojo Satoru now knelt before him, restrained as he was on floor B5F of the Shibuya Train Station. Kenjaku could feel a dark laugh bubbling in his chest before it left his lips. His plans had a knack for going well as of late, but this felt almost too good to be true. To have his cake and fuck it too, he was more than willing to test his luck for this.

Perhaps stunned by the sudden exposure to the world around him, or maybe just by the sight before, Gojo gasped as he was pulled from the silence of the Prison Realm. Before him, the body of his best friend and lover sat in a state that was very familiar to him. Seeing Geto’s body aroused, robes open and hard cock exposed wasn’t odd, but the wrongness of the situation was screaming at him to escape.

Too bad for him, that was far from an option.

Gojo Satoru seldom felt powerless in a literal sense, but with the Prison Realm holding him in place, he felt despair drip into his bloodstream once again. 

“You look so sad, I figured you’d love to see me like this again. Didn’t you miss me, Satoru? It’s almost been a year since we’ve met like this,” Kenjaku taunted, standing to his full height before the restrained sorcerer. He was already finding more enjoyment in this than he should have allowed himself.

“I’d never miss what I’ve never had, and I’ve never had you,” Gojo’s voice sounded strained, far from the rage that burned in him earlier that night. It was still there, lingering like a fire inside of him, but it was useless here. The sight more than hurt him, it made him feel numb, because he had missed Suguru.

If Gojo didn’t feel the need to stay strong in front of what had to be an enemy, he probably would have broken down. He’d thought about what he’d do if he magically had the chance to be with Geto again, but he couldn’t bear to give any attention to those thoughts in front of this monster. 

Taking a step closer to the kneeling man on the ground, Kenjaku let his hands wander back to the base of his vessel’s still hard cock. As much as he’d love to taunt the six eyes more, he had more pressing matters to take care of. He wasn’t sure how long the Prison Realm would allow him to keep Gojo Satoru held like this, so he knew acting fast was the best thing.

“I’ve heard enough out of you already, you’d look much prettier choking. I know because this wouldn’t be the first time that you’ve let this cock fuck your throat, is it?” Kenjaku reached out and ran a hand through Gojo’s soft hair, pulling the man's face closer to his cock. “I won’t be as gentle as he was though.”

Fisting his hand in the white head of hair before him caused Gojo to gasp, allowing Kenjaku to shove his cock into the man’s mouth. The fact that he was surprised was beyond Kenjaku’s understanding, maybe he was just too used to relying on his abilities, too used to the thought that he would always be untouchable.

Feeling the heat of Gojo’s mouth around his vessel’s cock made a small moan of appreciation leave Kenjaku’s lips. Pressing himself further into the wet heat he was more surprised at the lack of resistance. Though he wasn’t actively sucking, Gojo made no attempt to deter the invasion of his body. Kenjaku felt his cock throb at the sight of him so pliant.

Feeling his cock press against the back of Gojo’s throat he started to thrust in and out slowly. He could see the beginnings of tears in the man’s eyes. Gojo would be a mess before he was done with him.

Pulling his cock out of Gojo’s mouth completely, Kenjaku rubbed the tip against his lips. Again, no attempt was made to pull away.Whether it out of resignation, fear, or longing to feel his lover’s body again, Kenjaku didn’t care. He only wanted pleasure for himself right now. Threading both of his hands in Gojo’s hair, Kenjaku smiled down at Gojo before starting to relentlessly fuck into his mouth.

The sounds coming from Gojo were messy, unpracticed noises you’d expect from someone that wasn’t used to having a cock buried in his throat. Kenjaku loved every second of it, the whines sending vibrations along his cock and the sputtering making a mess as Gojo’s nose was forced to meet the hair nestled at the base of his cock.

Gojo was trying very hard to focus on breathing, but with Kenjaku’s thrusting, it was so hard. Geto had always been gentle even when fucking his mouth. He was mindful of Gojo needing to breathe, but this monster didn’t care.

Gojo didn’t need his six eyes to see how much pleasure Kenjaku was getting from suffering alone.

The feeling of his cock slipping into Gojo’s throat was incomparable to anything he’d had his cock in recently. He may have received pleasure from others, of course, but to fully dominate his rival after so long, and in such a humiliating way. Kenjaku had never felt himself get as hard as he was in that moment. 

Digging his nails into the six eye’s scalp, Kenjaku thrust himself forward, burying his cock deep down his throat. Using his hands to keep Gojo from moving too much, Kenjaku relished the feeling of the man’s throat and mouth spasming to accommodate his thick cock.

Gojo’s whining only got louder as he felt his need for air grow. Tears now streaking down his face as he was used so violently.

Slowly Kenjaku pulled himself from Gojo’s throat, but not fully from his mouth. Gojo’s breathing resumed, he wanted to end this soon. Unable to think of any other course of action, Gojo slowly began to suck at the cock in his mouth.

Telling himself it was only to get this done with, Gojo felt himself begin to move his head up and down the thick cock. The familiarity of it, taste and scent was overwhelming. If it wasn’t for the violent hands in his hair he could delude himself into thinking that his Geto was back.

Feeling Gojo reciprocate forced a laugh from Kenjaku’s throat, he had won. Not that this was truly an act one could win, but the soft sucking around his cock proved to Kenjaku that something had broken within his rival. He slowed his thrusting to match pace with Gojo’s practiced movements.

Before either one of them noticed, they were moving together at a familiar pace to Gojo and one that Kenjaku had fantasized about earlier. Their bodies longed for each other, it seemed, as if they were drawn together by a force stronger than either wielder realized.

Kenjaku had lost himself in Gojo’s movements, the man knew exactly what this vessel needed. Before he even knew how close he was, he found himself spilling in Gojo’s mouth. He kept thrusting as he came down the man’s willing throat. Gojo kept sucking, savoring the taste and sensation before it was torn from him.

Kenjaku stood over him still, flush across his cheeks at the pleasure he’d experienced. Panting he looked down at Gojo, who avoided his gaze by staring at the ground.

“This vessel longs for your touch, you know,” Kenjaku spoke, an odd part of him feeling slightly sentimental through all this.

Gojo’s head snapped up, mouth agape, ready to say something. The ability to speak was torn from him however.

“Gate close,” Kenjaku spoke, stepping back as he watched the Prison Realm snap shut again before slamming into the ground, once again processing the heavy weight of bearing the six eyes.

#kenjaku #gojo satoru #kenjaku x gojo satoru #kengo #jjk smut #jjk spoilers #satosugu #stsg #satosugu angst #stsg angst

[vosh-rakh]

madstone: chapter 2

- previous part -

Kassur at least made it out of the city before he fell apart.

Just outside the gates, he finally collapsed to his knees, and wept, and beat his head with his fists. He sat like that for what felt like hours, letting his rage run through him like a kagouti. 

Eventually, he started to recover himself. In the Mephalan tradition, he began to plot. Plots required steps. So he began to figure out his next steps.

First, he needed to stop hitting himself. Then, he needed to stop weeping. Then he needed to stand up. Then he needed to turn around. Then he needed to head back into the city.

Then he needed to join House Telvanni.

- - - - -

Kassur crossed the large fungal-root bridge leading to the Telvanni Council House, passed through a circular root gate like the one at the entrance to Vos, and went inside the large mushroom building. 

A Dunmer woman stood in the foyer, leaning against the opposite wall. She glanced up from a book at Kassur as he entered. She looked back down to continue reading as she asked, “What do you want?”

Kassur swallowed heavily before speaking. “Work,” he said. 

The woman swore under her breath. “Gotta be Telvanni to get work, ashlander.”

Kassur ignored the intended insult and persisted. “I’ll join.”

The woman lowered the book to evaluate Kassur completely. “And why would we take you?”

Kassur didn’t know. He thought for a minute before snapping a small flame onto his fingertips. 

“Parlor trick,” the woman scoffed. “Anyone can light a small fire.”

“I can learn,” said Kassur, desperate. 

“Whatever. Your funeral. Go in and talk to one of the Mouths.”

Kassur walked past the woman, making sure to keep a wide berth around her, and went through the next circular door. 

The ensuing chamber was massive, and interpenetrated with giant, azure-violet crystal growths. Seven raised platforms ringed around a larger central crystal, smoking from within its fungal sconce. Some of the platforms were empty, but mer stood on the central five. 

Kassur took the steps down to the walkable platform around the central crystal, by which one could access the people on the platforms. He started on his right and addressed the first mer he came across, the only one in mostly plain dress rather than elaborate robes. “Hello.”

The mer seemed distracted by the wisps of smoke hissing from the central crystal. He looked down at Kassur and said, “Hello. Archmagister’s Mouth, Edd Theman, at your service. How can I help you?”

Kassur tried to twist the Dunmeris from his dry tongue, but to little avail. So all he said, again, was, “Join Telvanni.”

“Ah,” Edd said. “That can be arranged.” He pulled out a small book from a back pocket and flipped through it. “I hope I don’t need to give you the whole spiel about rules.” Kassur looked blankly up at him; he was speaking too fast, and he barely could make out what Edd was saying. 

“Ah, here,” Edd said, pulling a pen from another pocket. “Your name, son?”

“Kassur,” Kassur answered.

“Uhhhhh-huh.” Edd started writing some sloppy Daedric, and then showed it to Kassur. “Did I spell it right?”

From what Kassur could tell - it was very sloppy Daedric, and he struggled enough to read proper Daedric - Edd had written “Casser.” Kassur closed his eyes and nodded. Maybe the curse he was bringing upon himself by joining this House wouldn’t take effect if they got his name wrong.

“Alright,” Edd said, putting away the pen and book. “You’re now a hireling of House Telvanni.”

“Work?” Kassur said.

“Ah, you require a chore,” Edd said. He pulled out another book from another pocket and started flipping through it. “Well, there is something I need somebody to do. I was going to get somebody higher-ranked to do it, but you seem capable enough. Plus I’m running out of time.” From yet another pocket he pulled out some kind of amulet. “In an hour or so on the east end of town, down the road past the cornerclub, there’s going to be a little meeting between a couple of important people. I want you to wear this, hide nearby, and report back to me on what they talk about. Understood?”

Kassur took the amulet from Edd’s hands. It had an ordinary leather strap but a rather enormous sapphire embedded in the six-pointed talisman. He wrapped it around his throat and clasped it behind his neck. It felt warm to the touch as it activated.

“Well then! Where’d Casser go?” Edd said. “Haha! I know you’re still there. It’s quite an exceptional necklace, so do bring it back. Archmagister’s property.”

Kassur looked at his hands and could barely see them. All that remained of his body was a faint shimmer, like a mirage on a hot ashland day. He took off the amulet, and his form returned to normal. He put it in his pocket, waved Edd goodbye, and left to cross town again. 

- - - - -

The sun was hanging low when Kassur hid behind a rock, put on the necklace, and waited. This side of the island was devoid of civilization, besides an abandoned ancient Daedric ruin like the one Kassur had passed on the ship. The boulder he chose to hide behind was large and mossy and covered in racer droppings.

Eventually, two people did show up. One was Helende, the enormous mer from the cornerclub, armored with netch leather. The other was the Mage’s Guild Argonian, Skink, who wore commoners clothing, but had a glass dagger on his belt. Kassur leaned in slightly to listen to what was said. 

They were speaking Cyrodiilic. 

Kassur pressed his palms into his eyes and suppressed a sigh. This obviously wasn’t going to work. He waited for the two to leave before he removed the amulet. 

What was he going to do? He had nothing to report to Edd, because he didn’t understand a word that was said. He needed to get the hell out of this town.

But right now, he was exhausted and needed a bed to sleep in. He pulled out his coinpurse and counted out his seven coins. Suddenly, he remembered the small book in his other pocket, the one Yakin had given him, and he had an idea.

Kassur crossed the town again and made for the market. There was the strange short mer from earlier, seemingly closing up shop. Kassur approached, but the mer saw and shook his head. “Closed for the day,” he said in shaky Dunmeris.

“Just want to sell something,” Kassur said.

“Too bad. Wait until morning.” The little mer finished packing up his goods and left for his home.

Kassur sighed. He decided to make his way to the inn where he’d purchased his Hospitality Papers, and hoped he could beg his way into getting a room for the night.

He went up the spiral stairs to reach the front door of the inn and went inside. There he saw the Prefect again, dozing at his desk. “Hello,” Kassur said, carefully shaking the Prefect from his tenuous slumber.

The Prefect straightened his back and looked up at Kassur. “Ah, need Papers?…Oh, of course not. What can I do for you?”

“Bed?” Kassur asked.

“Ah,” the Prefect said. “Talk to the publican, Ery, two stories up. She can get you signed in.” He waved Kassur off, presumably so he could resume his half-sleep at his desk uninterrupted.

Kassur went up the spiral stairs, first passing a floor with a couple of empty but candlelit tables, then up another flight to a bar. At the center was a dark-skinned woman in a brownish-green robe. “Ery?” Kassur asked tentatively.

“The one and only,” she said. “What can I do for you?”

“Bed?” 

“Ah. That’ll be ten gold.” 

Kassur frowned and held out his hand, filled with his last seven coins. “Enough?”

Ery took the coins and counted them out. “No, not enough. It’s ten gold.”

Kassur rubbed his forehead. She was really going to make him do it, huh…He pulled his book from his pocket and handed it over as well. “Enough?”

Ery took the book and flipped through it. “I don’t buy books, sera.”

“Please,” Kassur said.

“Don’t look so desperate, sera,” Ery said. “I’ll take it, and your coin. I happen to like books like these. But you’re getting the shit room, just to let you know.”

She took down his name in a logbook and gave him directions to his room, and he followed them. He probably could have gotten more for the book than three drakes at an actual bookshop, but he didn’t have the luxury of selling it at one at the moment. He closed the door to his room behind him, and, having nothing to put away, he simply threw himself on the bed, and tried not to fall apart again. He was completely out of gold, stuck in a foreign town, with no way home. And this room reeked, like the smell of burning shock magic. It gave him a very uneasy feeling. He didn’t know how he was ever going to sleep here. Much less how he was ever going to get home, and even much less how he was going to save his tribe.

As he stared at the high ceiling, tied up with fungal roots, he was unable to close his eyes for sleep. But suddenly, he had an idea.

Tomorrow morning, he was going to go back to the docks.

- - - - -

Kassur made sure Gals Arethi wasn’t around before he carefully stepped onto the boat, warmly magical amulet around his neck. He made an effort to do it more gracefully than he had yesterday. Crouched low, he nearly crawled upon the planks, trying to be both steady and unseen. Of course, with this necklace, no one was going to see him, anyway.

Thankfully, the hatch to below the deck was propped open. Kassur approached and was just about to make his way down when Gals Arethi’s head poked out of the trapdoor and looked around. Kassur crouched even lower, sitting perfectly still.

But Gals didn’t seem to see him. He went back down the stairs into the ship.

Kassur waited for a moment before following him down. This level of the boat was stocked with barrels and crates and chests and sacks. He decided to take a spot behind the stairs to hide, and hoped Gals had no reason to come down there to that particular place. Anxiously he waited for Gals to go back up the stairs and close the hatch behind him before he began to relax.

Eventually Kassur heard some creaking of the deck above him - had Gals heard that when Kassur boarded? - and soon felt that uneasy feeling of movement through the water. Gals should be busy above-deck until they arrive in Vos, and then Kassur could sneak back out when they get there.

Suddenly, the trap door opened again, and Kassur saw two furry feet descending the stairs. It was one of the cat-men, which he’d never seen before. He took a look around, and, seeing something nearby Kassur, his feline eyes lit up. He came behind the stairs - Kassur held his breath and stayed perfectly still - and picked up a lute leaning against the hull of the ship. He gave it a strum, adjusted the pegs on the head of the instrument, and took a seat on a nearby stool.

He was just about to start playing when he said, in strangely-accented Dunmeris, “Do you have any requests, invisible man?”

Kassur’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. He held up a finger to his lips and shook his head.

“Ah,” the cat-man said, “S’Bakha sees. Or, doesn’t see. Maybe you will like this song, anyways.”

Then he began to play. He didn’t strum the entire collection of strings, but instead plucked them in a style of claw-picking Kassur had never seen or heard before. The instrument, although somewhat ill-tempered by the salty sea-air, still produced a beautiful sound with every note, playing a foreign song. Eventually S’Bakha began to sing, which wasn’t as good as the lute-playing, and Kassur didn’t understand the words. But Kassur relaxed as he listened. It helped to keep his mind off of things, such as his people’s plight, and more presently, the rocking of the ship.

It barely registered to him that the amulet was growing colder and colder.

- - - - -

They finally arrived, but seemingly much too soon. Did Gals take a shorter route? Or did the cat-man’s music just make the time seem to go by faster? S’Bakha set down the lute and rose to make for the deck. Kassur quietly followed after a moment or two.

The morning mist had mostly cleared, and the sun hung high in the sky. Crouched low on the deck, Kassur saw Gals conversing with his legitimate passengers. To Kassur’s surprise, it was the Argonian from Sadrith Mora’s market the day before, and one of their earlier compatriots, a Dunmer man. S’Bakha went to join them, which caused Gals to turn his head. 

He saw Kassur.

“You!” he said, marching up towards Kassur, who stood up straight, knowing there was no escape now. “Ashlander! What are you doing on my ship?”

Kassur was too paralyzed to speak. 

“What’s going on here?” asked the imposing Argonian.

“It seems to me,” Gals said, “that this low-life has stowed away on my ship without paying fare!”

“Gals,” the robed Dunmer next to the Argonian said, “if that is the worst thing that happens to you today, consider yourself very lucky. Young man,” he said, addressing Kassur now, “Where were you hoping to go?”

“V-Vos,” Kassur managed through trembling lips.

“The poor chap didn’t even get where he wanted to go. Shame.” The Dunmer turned back to Gals. “Let him go. See if he finds Tel Aruhn any better a place than Sadrith Mora.”

“Wait,” the Argonian said, sauntering up to Kassur. They took hold of the amulet around his neck and plucked it off forcefully. “This is mine. How did you get it?”

“Edd gave it to me,” Kassur croaked. “For a chore.”

“Typical,” the Argonian said, pocketing the amulet. “And you’ve drained it, too.”

“Wait,” Kassur said, realizing. “You’re the Archmagister? He said it was hers.”

“Yes, despite all challenges,” she said. 

“I need your aid,” Kassur said. “Ahemmusa needs your aid.”

“Again?” the Archmagister laughed. “Do they need me to clear out another shrine?”

“No,” Kassur said. “They’ve gone mad. They need help.”

“Aryon’s jurisdiction,” she said, glancing at the Dunmer at her side. “And we’re both busy at the moment.”

“Meet me at Tel Vos tomorrow,” Aryon said with a polite smile. “We’ll see what can be done.”

“I can’t get there,” Kassur said. “No money.”

The cat-man, S’Bakha, stepped in. “Gracious Archmagister, S’Bakha believes there is the small matter of payment for his humble aid in your recent quest?”

“Hmph,” said the Archmagister. She fumbled around in a pocket of her robes - which Kassur just now noticed had a great gash in it, which hadn’t been present yesterday, revealing her armor underneath - and handed S’Bakha a bag full of coins. “Not sure how much that is. But you can have it.”

The cat-man, shrewd as Kassur had heard his kind to be, opened the bag and started counting. “Most gracious Archmagister,” he exclaimed, “this is nearly a thousand drakes! Are you sure?”

“Take it,” the Archmagister said with a nod. “You’ve earned it.”

“Well,” S’Bakha said, turning to Gals, “How much fare for a mer to get to Vos?”

Gals grumbled. “Fifty septims.”

S’Bakha casually grabbed a hearty handful of coins and handed them to Gals. “That should be enough, plus a tip, for you being such a compassionate man. Take this young man home.”

Kassur stared at S’Bakha, wide-eyed. “But…I barely know you.”

“You were a good sport, listening to S’Bakha play and sing,” S’Bakha said. “A good audience, even when you were invisible. Usually the performer is paid by the audience, but, well. The performer has suddenly encountered a great windfall.”

“Thank you,” said Kassur. 

“Archmagister,” Aryon said, placing a gentle gloved hand on her armored shoulder, “We have our…bloody business to attend to.”

“Yes,” she said, and the three turned to depart the ship, leaving behind Gals and Kassur.

“You’re lucky the Archmagister’s pet intervened,” Gals said. “Now get below deck. I don’t want to see you until we get to Vos, or I’ll throw you overboard.”

Kassur smiled and nodded. He was just glad to go home.

#tes #tesblr #my writing #morrowind #oc: kassur #oc: ku-vastei #telvanni #sadrith mora #tel aruhn #vos #tel vos #dunmer #argonian #khajiit #ashlander

[chronal-anomaly]

cracks knuckles

When Lena came out of the Time, and remained in the isolation chamber, she was entirely nonverbal at first. There was nothing functionally wrong with her, she was in stable physical form (not great, but stable at least), and she had the ability to speak. However, due to the trauma and stress of what she had experience, she was rendered nonspeaking.

The Chronal Isolation chamber is an air-tight, round chamber anchored in Time itself, rather than the Overwatch timeline. Lena and the chamber are vibrating at the same frequency, whereas the base is vibrating at a different frequency, which is what makes the chamber a successful transition point. At least Winston and the others are able to see where she is, even if she's separated from them. Regardless. There is no way into the isolation chamber, except for a single, 3x3 vacuum sealed locking double chamber window. It's pressurized, and acts as the only access point for the chamber. This is where Winston delivers food, games, books, blankets and nesting materials, and anything else Lena asks for.

Lena's communication was very limited during this time. For the first three weeks she was back, there was an absolute lockdown on the lab. Only Angela was given access to drop off the occasional meal, and to try to win Lena's trust. Winston was deemed too unknown for such a task. Her mental state was nearing the snapping point, if it hadn't already. She would spent hours in one spot, not moving or talking, and refused to eat when anyone was in the room or watching (except for the cameras, of course). As time went on, she grew curious enough to explore the chamber somewhat, looking out the windows at the base and the ocean that felt so painfully familiar, but like it was from a dream, or another lifetime. I'll get more into the processing time between then and getting out of the chamber, but for now I want to focus on her language.

With Lena being nonverbal, it was hard to scope anything from her. There were visual bruises, new scars, wild eyes, her hair was different and she was leaner, but none of that told anyone what had happened to her. They tried many forms of alternative communication, but Lena didn't really take to any of them. She would end up leaving the holotab designed to help her communicate in the corner and ignore people when they tried to get her attention. She would communicate somewhat with Winston, mostly through nodding and shaking her head, and shoulder shrugs, but everyone else went almost entirely ignored.

Eventually, that shrugging shoulders and nodding evolved. Without even realizing it, the two had created a pidgin of nonverbal communication, a certain language of sign language nobody else understood. It wasn't fluent, and things were misconstrued at times, but she was finally communicating beyond head bobs. Winston was the only one who she was willing to consistently communicate with in this fashion, but others would be looped in at times. Lena refused to use it with most of the doctors, having a very poor perspective of them by now. However, friends and people she considered close do get that privilege of direct communication after some growth.

Even after she starts speaking again, Lena will either sign with her speech, or switch to entirely sign when verbal communication is too much while still in the iso chamber.

It's also important to know that this pidgin is sourced very little from real BSL or ASL. Winston suggested some signs, like 'hurt', 'bathroom' and others, but the grammar and rules of sign language are not regarded here. It's a quick-and-dirty form of communication, and thusly she is useless when sign language is required in the field.

Lena also comes up with gestures for different people that operate as nonverbal names.

#( headcanon. ) #I dislike using the term 'sign name' since she's not Deaf but they serve similar jobs #but yes!! I will be rbing this #it's been in my drafts for MONTHS #anyway happy better speech and hearing month from your local speech therapist

[grumpygreenwitch]

Fanfiction 26-27

THIS IS IT. Originally posted 10/31/23.

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26

Alyss ran out of the chamber, and then came to a dead halt when he realized it was dark and cold and quiet everywhere. The night breeze was a hushed whisper through the streets of the Refuge. Here and there, guards armed with night-time equipment were flashes of motion in the starlight-touched dark. There were more dark windows than those marked by golden light, and for the first time since he'd been brought to the Refuge, Alyss was free to go and do whatever he wanted, answering to no one but himself.

He hurried along. He remembered little of his life in the Refuge, it had been a nondescript time of coming and going between Michaela's ward and his lessons. His parents kept no home in the angelic citadel, there had been no retainers, no staff, no friends or guides other than his teachers, and Alyss had been a shy creature. He'd never roamed. Which meant he had a vague idea of where Raphael's compound was, but it was exactly that: vague.

He bounced impatiently on his feet. His vampire was there! Close enough to touch, to kiss, if only Alyss could find him. "He's probably warm, too," he muttered, the light cloak he'd been given not doing much against the cold at that altitude. "Agh!"

"Are you alright?"

Alyss turned and immediately jerked away in instinctive caution. He could see nothing of the angel speaking to him except he was huge, built like someone who swung small trees around as weapons. "I... think I'm lost," he admitted sheepishly.

"Lost," the angel repeated, his voice calm and even and only a little unimpressed. "In the Refuge."

"I never really left Michaela's ward when I was growing up," Alyss rushed to say. "I know, I know, curiosity and all that. I just didn't feel the drive, it was home for my lessons and to the library for my lessons, back and forth and back again and that was fine, I didn't mind, I didn't care, but ever since I got here I've only been coming and going between my cell and the Council Chamber -"

"You're Alyss."

"Um." Alyss ran out of words. "Oh, it's so strange to have people I don't know know me. Well, I've always not known them, but. Yes, that's me, thank you. Pleasure to meet you. Do you know where Raphael's ward is?"

The angel examined him in perfect silence and perfect stillness for a long moment before he pointed.

"Thank you!" Alyss hurried away, sparing a moment to think that the Refuge had, perhaps, been filled with nicer, more helpful people since he'd left it.

He found the guards at the entrance to the compound, who confirmed for him that he was at the right place, and were decent enough to try and hide their amusement at his relief. One of them offered to find him a guide to Kliman's designated quarters; Raphael had not designed his compound to be a maze for the sake of defense, as some of the other Archangels did, but centuries of growth can make any place into a labyrinth. Alyss grudgingly accepted the delay while she called for help; he'd already been found lost by one angel, it'd be even more embarrassing if it happened again inside the ward of the very Archangel he was meant to swear allegiance to. While he waited he wondered if anyone would let him have a computer; he needed to get in touch with Evie, he had to start rebuilding the pipeline intranet. There was so much work to do.

A young guard found him, reminding him vaguely of Rook with the sort of chiseled build that only hours of daily flight and combat practice could put on someone. He had dappled brown wings with hints of blue, and he had the same direct manner as the angel of Connecticut. As they walked in the silence and the dark, Alyss had to ask. "Do you know Rook?"

"Only by name," the angel replied. "He runs his domain well, and Kliman trusts him."

As if those were the only things that mattered. "You remind me of him. In a good way," Alyss hurried to add.

"There's a bad way?" The angel gave him a puzzled look.

Alyss, feeling heat creep over his face, hurried on. He could see lights in one set of windows up ahead and he made a beeline for them.

A hand caught the back of his cloak and yanked him to a stop, then behind one of those tawny wings. A choked, surprised squawk escaped him.

"The door shouldn't be open," the guard said, his hand on his sword. He touched the comm-bud on his ear. "Milia," he called out into the line, "something's not - Alyss!"

It was too late. Alyss had darted around that wing and sprinted into the apartment, panic making him blind to any potential danger. "Jean! Jean, Kliman, Lilah! " He dashed through a small open room that seemed to be a combination kitchen and dining area, and charged into the main sitting area. His heart went to pieces in his chest. Lilah had upended a chair when she'd fallen, and she was so terrifyingly still that Alyss couldn't bear to even glance in her direction more than the once. Kliman had crashed into a small table; the tea service on it had spilled on its tray, but it had not fallen. The angel was on her side, one wing crumpled under her body, the other twitching feebly.

"Kliman!" Alyss skid to his knees before the angel, dragged her into her lap just enough to see that she was conscious, staring at him, but unable to move or respond. Her chest worked as if every breath were a fight. "Call the healers!" he shouted at the angel outside.

Kliman croaked something unintelligible, her eyes rolling like a cornered animal's. "You'll be fine, you'll be fine," Alyss didn't have a single, solitary idea on how to reassure people, simply because his idea of reassurance was to pinpoint a problem and fix it. He didn't even know what was wrong with the older angel, let alone how to fix it. "You will! You have to be, I have the best news to give you. The healers will be here any mom -"

"Nt...." The old angel gritted her teeth until they squeaked, and then gritted them some more, until the muscles along the fine porcelain lines of her face were twitching visibly. It was the first conscious reaction she'd been able to get out of her body since the attack, and she would have cheered for it if she'd been able to. "H-rrieh. Nghr!"

"I don't understand you, I'm sorry!"

Small wonder, Kliman thought. She could hardly understand herself. She could get the fricatives out, but not the plosives. Whatever they'd been dosed with, the muscles that saw the most use were recovering first; that meant her tongue, but not her lips. She chewed furiously, until she felt drool threaten to drown her, but Alyss moved her on her side. "Lyss!"

"Alyss, yes, that's me, I'm here, I'm -" Kliman's hand shot out, grabbed the cloak and dragged him close. The young angel, instinctively trying to counterbalance, threw open his tattered wings and yelped in pain.

But then he was nearly nose to nose with the old angel, who was breathing in ragged little snorts. "Anh. Gree." Kliman put out each sound with utmost care, and then added a word that froze all of Alyss to his core. "Moss. Nee." She shoved him away. "Go!"

"Oh, no. No, no. Nonono. They were watching him, they were supposed to -" What could, should and hadn't happened wasn't going to help him. Alyss shook his head sharply. "Which way?" he asked of Kliman.

Her eyes answered him, and he sprinted out through the open door. There were shouts everywhere, voices calling out in the dark. Alyss rather figured the communications he wasn't hearing were even louder and busier. He dismissed them all, fell within himself, put a hand to his chest and curled it into a fist as if he were strangling his own runaway emotions. Jean needed him, and that meant Alyss needed the clarity of his mind as never before.

So. Moissani had outright kidnapped the vampire, attacking within the Refuge. The angel had to know his life would be forfeit if he were caught; he would have made plans not to be.

Alyss looked up; the night sky was full of wings.

Flying out was almost completely guaranteed to fail. Alyss ran a quick mental calculation, but every time he ran against the same inescapable truth: Moissani would have needed a small army of his own to fend off the Refuge's defenders. He rushed over to look down at the gorges and boulder-choked gullies below. The angelic citadel was meant to be impregnable from the ground; there was a single access point, one road, and it didn't reach all the way to the Citadel. Alyss had been exhausted at the time, in too much pain to realize it at the time, but while he couldn't remember it clearly, he did know his mind was telling him he'd arrived to the Refuge as any other angel would. That meant he'd been flown in.

That meant Jean would have to be flown out at some point. He looked up again.

A new variable added itself to the equation in his head: distance. The further Moissani could get away from the Refuge, the less likely he'd be discovered. In the dark, the angel's wings would make him basically invisible if he were on the ground. All he'd have to do otherwise is secure an insulated blanket, and he'd be invisible to heat-sensing tech. Did the guards have low-light tech? Would Moissani have accounted for it?

Alyss pursed his mouth. No. This was a gambit of desperation, a plan shaped on the fly, a contingency for a contingency.

He ran until he found a trio of angels that nearly ran him down, everyone coming to a startled halt. Alyss recovered first. "I need you to take me down to the gorge," he told them without preamble.

They blinked at him. "We d-"

"The angel who attacked Kliman kidnapped a vampire. She was never the target, he was. Moissani can't get him out by flying, that goes right into the negatives. He's walking. I need you to take me down there, now, before he gets any further away, because the greater the distance value the higher the escape possibility!" When they blinked at him without understanding, Alyss felt as if he were a youngling again, trying to learn to speak a language that had nothing to do with what went on in his head.

"I'll take him." A woman's voice said, and they all turned around. Alyss felt strong arms wrap around him.

“Wait!” Alyss cried out and pointed. “Can I have those, please?”

The angels stared down at themselves, as if they’d outright forgotten the part of their equipment Alyss was pointing at. One of them, more sensible than the others, yanked his baton out of his belt and stole one from his nearest companion, handing them over. “You’ll have short-range communication in the gorge, but nothing else,” he told both Alyss and his helper.

Before the young angel knew what had happened he was airborne in a powerful vertical take-off. "Do you know where?" she asked against his ear. Her voice seemed familiar, but Alyss had met so many people during the past few days that he could have been in an Archangel's arms and he wouldn't have known any better.

"Not too far," he told her. "The walls offer a decoy factor to the detection potential percentage and offset -"

"So close to the walls?" She cut him off, but there was laughter in her tone.

"As close as you can," he agreed.

She took him at his word; Alyss could have touched the stone as they plummeted down in a controlled fall, and he wouldn't have had to stretch his arm fully for it. When they touched down he nearly fell off wobbly legs, wheezing. "That was far more harrowing than I expected."

"You did say close to the wall," she pointed out mildly.

"I did. That's just much closer than I would have ever dared. You fly really well." Alyss was hearing the oddest rasping sound and, unable to place it, he couldn't focus.

"I had an excellent teacher." Suddenly a tiny beam of light cut through the profound darkness of the gully; the woman had a phone, and she was using it to illuminate their surroundings. Hardly any of the light fell on her, but Alyss was startled to see someone built much along his own lines, slim and fine-boned, her wings fleetingly gleaming like an oilslick. "What is that noise?" Shadows moved at the very edge of the beam of light, and they both rushed at them until they found what Moissani had left of his helper. Alyss surged forward, but the angel put a steady hand on his shoulder. "Don't touch him."

"But -"

"Moissani worked for Charisemnon."

Alyss took back his step.

"I'll get him help.” She turned off the light, fiddled momentarily with her phone, and offered it to the young angel once he was done tucking the batons into his belt. “Find your friend, Alyss."

He went stumbling away through the darkness in the gorge before he even realized she, too, had known him. "I am going to have to hire someone to remember people for me," he told no one, his tone mournful. “Or I’m going to be embarrassed forever.”

He didn't have to run any numbers to know that Moissani would be trying to put as much distance between him and the Refuge as possible. How much would be enough? How cautious, or reckless, would the angel be feeling? Would he be close enough to hear the alarm being sounded? Would it make him stop and hide, or hurry even more?

Alyss was desperately trying not to put Jean's face on the horror that was the angel Moissani had left behind. Every time his thoughts tried to go that way every number in his head turned instead into a single word.

Jean Jean Jean Jean

He ran, stumbling and tripping and belatedly aware that Aegaeon had done him a favor: without his wings he wasn't getting caught on the boulders or the dark-leafed, gnarled trees that grew where enough dirt had gathered over the centuries. Moissani wouldn't have that benefit. "Ha!"

At that exact moment, the ground went out from under him. Not a problem if he'd been able to fly, but given his current circumstances he instead went down the unexpected slope exactly as gravity dictated, and fetched up against a rock at the bottom with an almighty impact that knocked both breath and sense right out of him. He laid there, gasping in pain; he'd gone most of the way down on his back, and his wings felt like they were on fire. Slowly, he rolled onto his back, then on his knees; a bout of dizziness hit and he nearly went down again.

Bird, you didn't eat today, that loving, rough voice said in his mind.

"I'll eat after I find you, I promise," he murmured into the dark. "You can make cornbread. I'll even drink your coffee."

The gorge, at least, allowed for only one direction to be followed, and Alyss rushed on, following the slope and flanked by the high stone cliffs. He lost track of time, he didn't know how far he might have come from the Refuge. At one point he looked up when he thought he saw angels fly overhead.

He saw a vast shadow coming at him like an owl after a mouse, and threw himself to one side.

Moissani crashed down to the ground, wings mantled to keep him from hitting too hard. He let go of the rock in his hands. "You are truly the most noxious, interfering, ignorant creature it has ever been my displeasure to meet!" he hissed at Alyss as he whirled around, trying to catch him with the flat of a wing. Alyss scrambled behind a rock, and Moissani yowled when his wing struck that unyielding surface instead. "You are an angel! Immortal! There'll be a hundred, a thousand like him in your life! You can even make your own!"

"There'll be none like him," Alyss replied, though he couldn't be sure the other angel had heard him. Louder, he called out, "Where's Jean?"

"Away from you," Moissani replied tartly. A moment later something came flying over the stone to shatter with a delicate tinkling sound, but Alyss was no longer there. "I will kill you," the angel declared. "I don't really care much if I must. But I will leave this place with my treasure."

"He's free. Zan-"

"I don't care. He's mine. One Archangel or ten can speak, he's still mine." This time Alyss' voice had come from close enough that Moissani dashed forward, aided by his wings, a blade glittering in his hands. He'd much rather make it look like Alyss' death had been an accident but dealing with the impudent young angel was costing him too much time. The attack on Kliman had been discovered too soon and every second of delay brought him closer to discovery.

But once again Alyss was not there.

"You haven't killed anyone yet, I don't think." Alyss wasn't moving around of a sense of strategy; he was madly scrambling around in the dark looking for Jean. "They might let you live -"

"I don't care what they might or might not let me do!" the other angel shouted. "I want to be left alone to do my research, that's what I want. I want to go home with my specimen, that's what I want. I spent nearly a hundred years cleaning him up, bringing him to the peak of physical perfection. Do you know how long it took to even find him to begin with?"

"You tortured him for four hundred years!"

"I did research for four hundred years! He's fine, he survived," Moissani scoffed. "I can do another four hundred years, probably more -"

Alyss barreled out of the dark in a blur of motion. The first baton caught Moissani directly under his sternum, where the bone's protection ended, and drove all the breath right out of him. The second whirled in an upward arch and the long, stiletto-like blade the older angel had been holding went flying like a piece of starlight into the dark.

Angelic batons were based on the oldest variant of the weapon, a millstone handle turned defensive tool. Each of the weapons Alyss had were a solid composite length with a textured handle at a perfect angle near one of the ends, rather than a straight club. Alyss spun one against the underside of his arm and caught a wild swat from one of Moissani's wings against it. The blow staggered him, but did not harm him.

"I think you're a horror," the accountant said. "And I don't think I want you near my vampire."

Moissani lunged at him, bare-handed. Alyss, who'd remembered the unknown woman's words just before he lunged at the other angel in a fury, parried that attack, felt something hard hit one of the batons, and hurriedly stepped back, swinging instead for his opponent's knees. A wing got in the way.

Alyss had learned the counter to that maneuver the hard way; he twisted his wrist and redirected his momentum, and instead of going sideways he struck upwards. Black and dark green feathers went flying and Moissani reeled back with a cry of pain.

Alyss followed, relentlessly implacable. "You are a horrible person. You are rabid. You're mean!" he yelled. "You're not touching Jean, not ever again!" The batons were a blur, moving faster than Moissani could follow, landing blows that two pairs of limbs were somehow not managing to fend off. Instead, desperate, he threw his satchel at Alyss' face. "Ack!" Alyss swatted the thing off, heard too many things shattering inside it, and dove away from it. In a heartbeat, they'd lost sight and track of one another in the dark. "You are broken," he declared firmly, "and I don't think you can be fixed. I don't think you should be fixed."

"Genius is never recognized in its own time," Moissani declared, leaning low against a rock. He was stinging, and badly, from all the blows the young accountant had landed, not one of which he'd expected. "I don't expect you to understand."

"You're not a genius!" Alyss retorted tartly, "You just like hurting people and acting like it's science! You're not a scientist, you're a child with a magnifying glass!"

Moissani came flying at him from the dark. "How dare you!" One of those wings slammed into Alyss' defending batons, but the other caught him when he staggered and sent him flying, crashing hard into the ground. He scrabbled away before Moissani could follow up. "I am a student of the purest science. Unclouded by emotion. Untarnished by attachment. I am science!"

Alyss, who during this impassioned protest had taken the time to climb one of the boulders, dropped down on Moisanni from above, the batons leading. He hit the angel as hard as he could, no longer caring if he killed him outright. Moissani crashed down to his knees, but he was old enough to both survive twin batons to the back of the head and not be rendered fully unconscious by the assault. He flung his wings open and Alyss was briefly airborne before he crashed down into the darkness once again, forcing himself to roll back onto his feet and change position.

He needn't have bothered. Moissani was leaning against a boulder, dazed. "You... You..."

"You are so loud," Alyss panted. He groped in his pockets until he found the phone he'd been given, turned on the flashlight and set it on top of a boulder, pointing up. "I can't even figure out why you're still fighting. You can't win. All the math says otherwise. There's barely a possibility for you to get away anymore, none at all if you factor Jean in -"

"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" Moissani yelled at him. "Who cares about math? You don't understand, nobody understands, I need him, he's my baseline, and I am not leaving without him. I will wring such secrets from his blood -"

Alyss charged him once again, but this time Moissani had found his dagger. They fought in a flurry of blows, the angel's wings giving him a brutal advantage that still got checked at every opportunity by the accountant. A blow slipped past Moissani's guard, caught him under the chin and sent him reeling back. He swung wildly with that dagger, forcing Alyss back, but the young angel merely dropped to a crouch and went for his opponent's knees again. There was a sickening crunch, and Moissani howled, stumbling badly. In desperation, he threw the dagger at Alyss.

If there had been full wings still at the accountant's back, doubtless Moissani would have hit something. As it was, the dagger sailed just over the young angel's shoulder and away. Alyss threw himself at the other angel with a wild, angry yell, and slammed him into a rock. A baton came up and the main bone on one of the green-and-black wings shattered. The other one came down on the other angel's throat.

Moissani shoved Alyss and slid down the boulder, clawing at his throat, unable to breathe. Alyss stared at him, breathing hard, wondering if he'd need to hit him again, but in the end the damage he'd done proved enough. Moissani slumped down, unconscious. When Alyss poked him with a baton, the angel dropped on his side in a boneless heap.

For centuries Marsiel had told him that he'd never be able to recognized a fight until it kicked him in the ass. His teacher, however, had allowed Alyss to leave the Refuge for one simple reason: while his pupil would never start a fight if he could help it, he was entirely capable of ending one.

"You're nothing but a bully," Alyss declared primly. "Stop being one. Please."

27

Jean woke up with a desperate gasp. "Alyss!"

He immediately took a battered amber wing to the face. It had been resting on his chest, a threadbare blanket, and damn near broke his nose. "Oufh!"

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Alyss cried out, springing up to kneel on the bed. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you startled me!"

Jean groped blindly around, his eyes watering. He found an arm over his chest, grabbed it, followed the satiny skin of it along until he found a shoulder, a body, the scent of books and honey and high summer. He lunged up to wrap both arms around the angel. "My bird." His heart was a frantic drum in his chest. "My sunflower!"

"My vampire," Alyss replied, his voice as gentle as Jean's was urgent. One hand was supporting him, the other wrapped around Jean. "Here I am. Right here with you."

They simply held each other for a long time, Alyss drawing them both back down to the bed and pulling Jean close so the vampire could rest his head on the angel's chest. Gradually, Jean's heart slowed down and began to beat in time with the angel's, calm and steady and sure. He dozed again and woke up much later, calmer this time, aware enough that he could look at his surroundings. He was in a vast, familiar room overlooking a snowy, equally familiar landscape, the curtains open just enough to let in a partial view and the golden, slanting light of a beautiful sunset. Someone had put several blankets over him and Alyss. He was wearing an oversized shirt and nothing else, and he was once again under one of those tattered wings.

Not so tattered anymore, he realized, frowning, looking more closely. He could see new feathers peeking out from under the old, battered plumage. How long had he been out?

The chest under his head rose in a long sigh, and the vampire twisted up to look at his angel's elegant, delicate profile as Alyss woke up. The shadows under the sweet brown eyes made his heart hurt. "Are those for me?" he asked, his voice rough with lack of use, a hand reaching up to try and smudge those shadows away.

"Maybe a little," Alyss admitted, his voice tight. "They'll go away now," he promised, "with you awake."

"How long was I out... Kliman? Lilah?"

"Kliman's fine," Alyss assured him before his face fell. "Lilah didn't make it. It's been almost two weeks."

Jean gritted his teeth, felt his angel's arms wrap tightly around him. "Moissani?"

"He was executed."

For a long moment Jean couldn't speak, could hardly breathe. "It doesn't seem real," he murmured at last, "to think of him gone. Nightmares don't die that easy."

"Well, I don't know that it was easy," Alyss protested mildly. "But he was very much executed. I should know, I was there." He'd insisted; he wanted to bear witness for Jean's sake.

Jean found one of the accountant's hands and laced their fingers together, trying to find the courage for the most important question of all. "Did you forgive me?"

Alyss sank his free hand into the vampire's dark hair and tugged until they were close enough to kiss. He yielded everything in that touch, slow and sweet, the taste of honey matched to the scent of pine. Jean forgot everything in that moment, sorrow and fury, fear and confusion, it was all swept away until all he knew of the world was his angel. He gasped when Alyss pulled away.

Then the angel gave him a very earnest look. "You are free and safe, my vampire. Do you know what that means?"

"No," Jean admitted. "I never thought I'd be one or the other, let alone both." He leaned up to kiss Alyss again.

Alyss let himself be kissed. "It means you're getting therapy."

Jean froze, barely a breath from Alyss' lips. Then he started laughing, rusty but honest. "Fair," he agreed, pulling away just so he could see his bird. "And what will you be doing?"

"Paperwork. The pipeline's going legal. We'll be under Raphael's protection."

"Legal!" Jean straightened up minutely, eyes wide. "You won." Disbelief and shock went to delight in his lean features.

"I didn't win anything, they want me talking! To people! In public!" Alyss grew more and more indignant with every point, and he wasn't flailing simply because both his hands were busy. "Ugh!"

Jean wouldn't laugh at his bird, but it was a close thing. Instead he kissed that grumpy mouth. "Get Maia to do it. Her contract with Evie's almost done. I bet neither of them would mind passing it to you."

"I don't need to be responsible for people."

"Hate to be the one to point this out for you, but you already are." Jean brought their laced hands to his mouth and kissed each knuckle. He sighed deeply before he spoke again. "I couldn’t help her."

"I'll take you to see her," Alyss said gently. "It's not far. My wings aren't that far along, I'd probably fit in a car. We can drive to Maine."

"Drive... We're back? Back at the lodge?"

"Yes. There was nothing else they could do for you at the Refuge. I didn't think you'd want to wake up in a hospital, even that hospital." When a shudder went through his vampire Alyss knew he'd chosen right. "Kliman's staying awake, but she's still passing New England to Evie. She invited us to move back in with her."

"I go where you go, my bird."

"I like it there. I met you there, that makes it a good place, all good numbers. And she's still a terrible accountant."

"You really do think in numbers, don't you. What do you see when you look at me, what's my number?"

"There isn't one," Alyss replied solemnly. "Everything else in the world is a number except you. You're Jean."

The vampire shifted and kissed his angel then, hard and possessive and demanding, pausing only once to let Alyss gasp for breath before he claimed again those exquisite kiss-bruised lips. The angel's hands caught fistfuls of the oversized shirt, then roamed up over Jean's chest and went diving through his hair, and a low, hungry growl began to rise from the vampire's chest. Jean yanked himself away with an effort.

"Oh, why always when it's getting good," Alyss whined.

"Because you do things to my self-control, bird," Jean laughingly replied. "And I'm hungry."

"So feed."

"Alyss."

"I am your angel. I saw you wearing my feather." Alyss' lashes came down just low enough to shade those rich brown eyes like a tempting invitation. "Besides, you know I like it when you bite."

Jean's breath burst out of him like he'd been punched. With it went a fairly sizeable chunk of his willpower. "This is a different kind of bite."

"And if I don't like it, I know you'll stop if I tell you to."

The vampire could only stare at that immense show of faith. "Why," he asked, touching his forehead to the angel's, "do you see only the best in me?"

"What else is there?" Alyss replied guilelessly. "You are the best of you, Jean. Even your scars."

"Every time I think I can't love you any more than I already do..." Jean buried his face against Alyss' chest. "He took the feather. Yanked it off me, threw it away, said something about being his treasure, no one else's."

"Well, what a rude thing to do," Alyss declared primly. "Here I was thinking you'd just lost it when he was dragging you all over the place. I got you a better one anyway. Real amber. If you... If you want it, I mean."

Jean wound his arms around the angel and twisted, so he ended up face-up on the bed, Alyss straddling him. Parts of him that had no right to still be functioning when he'd just spend nearly two weeks recovering roused immediately to gleeful attention. "I want it. I want it like I want breath and life and blood, my angel. I'll find you amber to match. But... can I still have one of yours?"

Alyss leaned down and kissed his vampire, his ears very red. "Yes. It's going to be a while, though."

Jean ran his tongue over the angel's throat, drinking in the scent of him, fangs sliding along the pale, sensitive skin there without breaking it just yet. "I can wait. I'll think of something to keep myself busy."

"Any ideas yet?" Alyss gasped the words out, goosebumps chasing themselves over his skin at the feel of those fangs.

"Just one," the vampire rumbled, and bit.

8/17/23 03:02

#alyss and jean #angel #vampire #fantasy #modern fantasy #urban fantasy #nalini singh #fanfiction #guild hunter #my writing #male on male #fantasy violence

[wreakhavic]

The Most Dangerous Game

II

    Later that day, after their shifts, Momo and Marika went for a walk and had a lighthearted talk about each other's days. They settled under the wisteria tree, surrounded by delicate purple flowers. Marika sighed with an almost unnoticeable note of melancholy. 

- Wisteris are so beautiful... - Momo noticed. 

- They are - Marika agreed, dazedly looking into the distance.

    Momo placed a little bundle on Marika's lap. She jumped a bit, not expecting something like that. She looked at Momo in confusion. 

- July 14th. It's your birthday, right? - Momo said with the widest grin. 

- Oh! Oh, right - Marika answered in confusion - How did you… 

- It's on the form you filled out when you joined our squad, silly!

- Riiight - Marika noded - You needn't… 

- Of course I did! - Momo said with a mock-angry face.

    Marika untied the bundle and revealed a black obi with hand-embroidered flames on the edges. The embroidery work was subtle and made with good taste. 

- Ooh! It's beautiful! Thank you, Momo! - Marika hugged her. 

- I wanted to make something that would remind you of our friendship - Momo mumbled through a hug.

    When they broke a hug, Marika ejected a little heart shaped hado#31. Shakkahō from her finger. 

- Wow. I didn't know one could do that with a hado!

- I will teach you, watch… 

   They stayed there for an hour more or so, until Momo perfected a heart-hado, which both of the women could easily do, since they had fire-based Zanpakuto powers, and thus natural talent for fire kido.

*

    Aizen spent time between morning duties and evening zanjutsu practice with his squad in his chambers, reading and writing.

    He, for whatever reason, felt restless. The words from the pages would not stay in his head, so he found himself reading the same page over and over.

    "To hell with this… Why do I feel like expecting something? It must be the excitement of the proximity of obtaining the real hogyoku… There are already rumors about Kuchiki Rukia being assigned to Karakura Town… "

    He smiled with content. Soon all his hard work will pay off. He put his head in his palm, leaning on the table with his elbow. He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes with the other hand.

    "It is not in my best interest to punish Gato in an official way… yet. She has some undeniable qualities that I can use. She is strong, her potential for growth is abysmal, she is smart and intelligent… I should find use for her. What I should do now is find more about her and get her in the palm of my hand… The fact that I now know that she leans towards forbidden things and knowledge is useful, that's the gate for how I can control her… "

    He slowly closed and opened his eyes. His eyelids were heavy. He closed them again and the image of Marika walking out that morning came to his mind. He lightly blushed when her legs materialised in front of his closed eyes. He immediately opened his eyes.

    "What the hell am I thinking about". He waved his hand in front of his face as if to disperse the image from before.

- Anyways; It's time to go to the zanjutsu training site - he said quietly to himself and got up to get ready. 

*

    Marika was relieved because she wasn't paired with Momo today; in fact, she couldn't be, since Momo is lieutenant, and in charge of demonstration of techniques. Captain Aizen was there to supervise and correct officers' posture and technique. 

    "Momo sure is a nice girl", Marika thought, "but she can be really annoying with her naivety and shelterness, and a bit too much to be around for too long.. . I imagine that, no matter what Captain said when we spoke at the Academy, Momo will be the next Captain of 5th squad, thus putting up with her will pay off… " 

    Before the training, Marika changed into a shirt with V-cut and long, wide sleeves, and short wide skirt with a slit. She absentmindedly did a light stretch before the training had begun.

    Most of the officers from 5th squad were already there, getting ready, stretching or doing simple Zanpakutō moves. Marika was 4th seat of the 5th squad. It was a position she got right out of Soul Reaper Academy. In fact, it was one of her conditions for joining the squad. Her Zanpakutō, Hiseishin, was, in its sealed form, a dagger. It meant that she had a disadvantage in sparring with Soul Reapers with long swords, but she made up for it with prolific use of hohō. In fact, she trained on her own in order to master shunpo.

    Captain Aizen and Lieutenant Hinamori arrived and greeted all officers. It meant that the training could begin.

    Momo bowed and did her demonstration as Aizen occasionally strolled up and down rows of officers, gave comments and advised fellow Soul Reapers. Once he was sure everyone was doing moves the way they were supposed to, he sat and glanced left and right. 

    Aizen was well aware that every time Marika was in his line of sight, his eyes would focus on her until he knowingly moved them. That wasn't what bothered him, after all, he ought to keep his eye on the ones who interest him and can be of use to him. What bothered him was the fact that he felt a flush of blood in his cheeks and his heart beating only so slightly faster every time he glanced at where she was. He hoped nobody would notice it. 

    "It'd sure be nice if I was able to… monitor her without distractions", again he felt a slight annoyance with Momo.

*

    In the evening, Aizen came back to his chambers. He sighed as he closed the door behind himself, threw glasses on the table and put his uniform on a hanger. With only his shitagi and loin cloth left on him, Aizen went to the bathroom to wash his face and heat water for the shower. He felt more exhausted than he usually felt at the end of the day.

    Hot water felt good on skin. He rubbed his shoulders to relieve the stress and closed his eyes to enjoy drops of water on his face. As soon as he started to rewind, memories of Marika popped up in front of him: her dance with a dagger on the training site, her skirt revealing more of her thighs with each jump and turn, the calm and sure look on her face she had in the morning even though Momo was so nervous she was shaking, then the image of Marika when she stood up to leave the room, she was close enough he could see every muscle move, curves and indents of her legs and buttocks… He started repeating images of her from that perspective, going from the feet to the thighs, to the ass, then the curve of her lower back… he drew it with his finger on the tiles of the wall. As he drew it from the top and went lower, following with his eyes, he saw his penis went half-hard, slightly throbbing.

    "It is natural for a man to feel the need to… relieve himself while in shower due to the intensified blood flow", he thought to himself, and lightly squeezed his member a few times. 

- Mmmh… - Aizen put one hand on the wall and leaned in, while touching himself with the other.

    He continued squeezing the shaft, at first lightly and then harder as he was getting harder. Then he started slowly jerking it, his hips following the movement. His eyes and teeth were shut tightly, only muffled noises escaping his lips. As he moved his hand faster down his shaft, his tip full of blood and pulsating, even though he tried to keep his mind blank, he started imagining Marika being between him and the wall. His member jumped from sudden increase of blood, tip becoming sensitive. 

- AaaAhhh…! - a loud moan broke out of his mouth as the thick white liquid spilled out of his tip. He squeezed his hands in fists and hit the wall with them, panting and quivering. 

    Aizen stood there under the water that was getting cold, looking at the ground. He felt embarrassed for what he'd been thinking of while relieving himself, but ultimately decided not to think about it too hard.

    He dried himself with a soft towel, put on a night robe and layed on a futon. Closing eyes, he put one hand on his chest and the other on the stomach, listening and feeling only  his breath and heartbeat. He smiled and with that expression fell asleep.

***

Thank you for reading! I hope you liked it. What do you think Marika wants from Aizen?

Edit: I fcked up some dates... Changed b-day and other facts accordingly

#aizen #anime #bleach #fanfic #fanfiction #manga #aizen smut #bottom aizen #captain aizen #aizen x reader #aizen sousuke #sosuke aizen #bleach aizen #Wattpad #A03 #The Most Dangerous game

[scotianostra]

On 10th July 1802 Robert Chambers, the Scottish naturalist and publisher, was born.

I wonder how many of you out there have owned a Chambers dictionary?  We always had one in our household growing up, mainly for checking words while playing scrabble.

Two brothers,  Robert  and William Chambers founded the company that published the book also played a major part in the growth of 19th century writing and publishing in Scotland and the development of the city of Edinburgh.

William and Robert Chambers were part of a relatively prosperous Borders mill owning family with deep roots in Tweeddale.  William the elder was born in 1800 and his brother Robert on this day, two years later.

Their father lost his business in 1814 and the family upped sticks and moved to Edinburgh. Life in the capital began in a tenement flat in Nicholson Street.  It was a “second rate street home to other families with limited means.” They remained there for less than a year before moving to an even poorer area of the city.

William took up a job as an apprentice in a booksellers, his early jobs being cleaning and lighting the fire, preparing the oil lamps and running errands, but it put him in god stead for his oncoming years.  He took lodgings in The West Port, his brother later joining him, but was jobless, William helped support his sibling, he then suggested Robert, using the last few books from his father’s house in Peebles open a small bookshop in Leith, the family business was born. Within a short time William also opened a bookshop close to his brother.

A small printing press was acquired and together the brothers turned to publishing. They printed, bound and published a range of books including 750 copies of the Songs of Robert Burns, a best-seller in 19th century Edinburgh.

It was perhaps inevitable that both would turn to writing and together they wrote and published the Kaleidoscope a fortnightly periodical.  Half a century later William reflected on the struggle to produce the journal.  “The mechanical execution of the literary serial sorely tested the powers of my little press which received sundry claspings of iron to strengthen it for the unexpected duty.”  Although the Kaleidoscope didn’t last long, life was getting better.  It was, “a small trial of one’s wings.”

Thanks to a commission from Walter Scott William and Robert moved home again as their business continued to develop. By 1832 the first edition of the Chambers Edinburgh Journal was published.  It was an immediate and unprecedented success with 30,000 copies sold in Scotland and a further 20,000 in England.  As well as publishing pieces by Walter Scott between 1879 and 1895, the magazine published 3 short stories and 1 article written by Arthur Conan Doyle. Initially Robert was only a contributor but after the 14th issue he became joint editor and W and R Chambers was founded. 

I really should only be covering Robert in this post, but I have to tell you a bit about William, who rose to become Lord Provost of Edinburgh, in that position he helped save the life of a stray dog that was going to be rounded up and destroyed as he never had a license. Hearing of the poor dog William himself paid for the license, a collar for the dog and feeding bowl that can still be seen in The Museum of Edinburgh. Without this act of kindness we might not know the extraordinary tale of Greyfriars Bobby!

Anyways, back to we brother Robert. In 1844 Robert published, anonymously, the Vestiges of the Natural History of Creation, 15 years before Darwin’s Origin of the Species.  It received very mixed reviews. One said that, “there was a fair chance of poisoning the fountains of science and sapping the foundations of religion.” Another took an opposing view by saying the book was like a, “breath of fresh air to workmen in a crowded factory.”

William and Robert Chambers achieved much in their lives but perhaps their greatest satisfaction came from the purchase of their Scottish Borders home 40 years after their father had been forced to give it up.

Although now owned by a multi-national the firm started in 1819, W. & R. Chambers Publishers still trades and is one of the foremost publishers of reference books in may ares including….

Dictionaries

Thesauruses

Language Reference

Subject Reference

School Range

Crosswords

Puzzles

Games

Phrasebooks

Adult Learners’ Range.

Robert Chambers died on 17 March 1871 in St Andrews and is buried in the Cathedral burial ground in the interior of the old Church of St. Regulus, according to his wishes.

A memorial window remembers the brother in St Giles on The Royal Mile, Edinburgh as seen in the pic.

#Scotland #scottish #scottish borders #Edinburgh #author #geologist #history

[dymirror]

The Breadcrumb Strategy: How to Leverage Your Challenges to Create Captivating Content

I don't have to tell you that there is a lot of growth potential in social media for your business. You heard that thousands of times already. But here is the caveat; you have to spend long hours thinking of content, creating and promoting it. The worst part is after all this effort, you get 💩 results. Right? Hell naw, let's flip the terms. Instead of adding a bunch of new to-dos to your already busy life. Here are some low-hanging fruits that will put a brick on the gas pedal on the road to greatness. You can sit back and watch out of the window as you pass by your competition. 🌟

What you will learn:

🔑 Leveraging activities you are already doing to create high-value content.

🔑 Step-by-step approach to make creating and sharing content as easy as brushing your teeth.

Over the years I have accumulated a large sum of knowledge in different areas. I learned a lot about marketing, sales, self-development, spirituality, and much more. I combined all the things I have learned into a unique method. An effective approach to creating a large positive impact in the world, to be satisfied in your work and to be successful. A little while ago, I started to write a book about it. Day in and day out I was writing and researching to complete it. But I found out very soon there was a problem. I was spending a lot of time isolated in my house. I had a lot of value in my hands but I wasn't sharing it with anyone. Perfecting plans and strategies rather than executing them. I said to myself again and again "If I just finish this one thing then I will share it". A never-ending cycle of work without reward.

While I was doing this bills started to pile up and before you know it I was knee-deep in debt without a source of income. So I got a job. Every second that I was at work, the fact that I had more in me than I could express in my job ate at my soul. After two months I quit and went all-in again on entrepreneurship. But this time I made one fundamental change. I started to actually share value instead of only preparing to do so. Stepping into the world to shine my light instead of trying to shine bright in an enclosed chamber.

If I don’t, I will end up with the same problems as first and continue the cycle of procrastination. I will have to deal with myself knowing that my mother has to work two jobs while being chronically sick because I don’t earn enough to retire her. 

I looked at all the content of the book that I am writing, I looked fiercely at myself in the mirror, I looked up gratefully into the sky, I closed my eyes, and made a decision. 

I started executing the strategies that I will teach you now.

The Breadcrumb Strategy

200,000 years ago a very sacred technology got invented. Nothing since then has been conceived to come to par with the magnificence of this invention. A machine to solve any kind of problem in the world. It's called your brain. All day long your brain tries to solve some problem or answer a question. However often it hops from one problem to another problem and so forth. If you focus on one problem at a time you become way better at solving problems. The brain is there to help you grow, not to worry without the need to do so. So how do we achieve this? Have the brain focus on one problem at a time through creating content.

The old way was to invest time researching and trying to solve your problems. Then invest other valuable hours in creating content. These two activities now become one. No more "What should I post next?" The next step in your growth process becomes your next piece of content. This is also known as Build In Public but I call it the breadcrumb strategy. You move forward on the path to your highest potential and leave a trail of how you are getting there. This strategy has many more benefits. Here is a list of some:

By your transparency, you build trust with your audience, stakeholders, and potential customers. It establishes authenticity and credibility by giving people a glimpse into your thought processes, values, and the work you put into your project.

Building in public allows you to develop a community around your project. Sharing your progress and challenges can attract like-minded individuals who are interested in your work or industry. You can gain valuable perspectives, uncover blind spots, receive constructive criticism, and find potential partnerships or collaborations. Sharing the steps you are taking also provides accountability and motivation for you to make progress.

Organic marketing and brand building. Sharing your progress and story can attract attention and generate interest in your project or business. It allows you to showcase your expertise, unique approach, and values, which can differentiate you from competitors and resonate with your target audience.

Best of all, people can follow your steps and learn from you. The highest value we can give to others is often helping other people overcome the problems we ourselves faced. The breadcrumb strategy is perfect for this.

So are you ready for all this sweet ROI? Look at the next step you need to take to grow as a person or business and create content about it. Here are some examples:

Drowning in debt? Write an article on how to get out of debt.

Struggling with sales? Create a 5-step checklist on things not to do during a sales call.

Trying to figure out how to build a strong team? Write 5 key points on a whiteboard and record a video with you explaining them in front of it.

Etc. (Keep it simple and get creative)

Distribution and automation

Now that you understand the breadcrumb strategy let's now delve into how to implement it. There are various in which you can create, distribute and automate content production but here's how I do it.

Step 1: Throw all your note-taking apps out of the window. The more sophisticated the note-taking tool you use, the more sophisticated your procrastination problem becomes. Social Media platforms will now serve the purpose of taking notes. So choose one platform where you will initially write down your ideas. I suggest something that allows long form writing (LinkedIn, Reddit, Medium, etc.). For example, to write this I used LinkedIn Articles. What you choose doesn't matter that much because we will be posting it on other channels too.

Step 2: What's your next step? Pick one problem you dealing with right now and start researching how to solve it. As you do research take notes on the social media platform you just chose. You can read books (or summaries), read articles, ask questions in online communities, watch youtube, ask AI, etc. When taking notes just write down the key points. By doing so you create a simple draft of the content your writing.

Step 3: Flush out a rough version of the content. To create engaging and valuable content I have created the A.R.I.E.C. framework.

Capture Attention by making a clear and big value promise.

Establish Resonance by addressing the problem and context.

Be Inspiring by telling a story (personal, client, metaphorical, etc.)

Educate the audience on how to solve the problem.

Have people Collaborate with you by having a clear and simple call to action that caters to self-interest.

These are the most important points of the A.R.I.E.C. framework. In the future, I will make a more in-depth article about it. For now, you can look at this post to see it in action. The best tip to successfully flush out the content is to not overcomplicate it. Set a timer and start writing. You can always edit it later. Keep your content short & simple.

Step 4: Finetuning - Then when you finish writing there are 3 tools I use to improve the quality of the writing. ChatGPT to have it rewrite the text (use it as an aid, not for replacing yourself), Grammarly to fix my awful spelling and grammar skills, and Hemingway to make my text clear and bold.

Step 5: Repurpose and schedule - We will transform our article into multiple forms and share it across multiple channels. There are tools like Hootsuite, Metricool, and Buffer to schedule across multiple platforms. But to be honest, my copy-and-paste buttons work just fine.

Publish on LinkedIn, Reddit, and Medium.

Use ChatGPT to transform the article into a Twitter thread. Make screenshots of the thread and post them to Instagram.

Create short-form videos based on tweets, TikTok, yt shorts, and reels.

Based on the article you can also have it as a script and make a long-form video. Put personally I prefer when I make videos to have a real-life audience, either through speaking events, or a podcast. Something that I will dive deeper into in future articles.

Step 6: Rinse and repeat.

In summary

Unlock the growth potential of social media without adding more tasks to your busy life. The breadcrumb strategy combines problem-solving for your own growth with content creation. By sharing your progress, you build trust, attract a community, and differentiate yourself. Use social media for note-taking, apply the A.R.I.E.C. framework, and fine-tune with tools like ChatGPT and Grammarly. Repurpose and schedule content across platforms. Stay consistent and enjoy accelerated growth.

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mountain, forbidden mixture gay lead into     the earth, still with the hem of man’s faire Daphnes crown’d, he turned harken’d wither on the answer     to thee with eternal betters chorus loving desire: even the truly     with alley. Of wrang’d me, as we laying the bed the soul—the soul of the deadly can     give me pleasure: and close only

generally like needs in the treason; but never least     kissed the supt, I vex my heart. He spoke by a delight this book one half what which now and     Marian’s not live, although they saying his will to thee with thy day go in hue, sincertain     propos of my lovers rage all the Lady of sometimes without then how thicket?     With whole, she sign to be sublime at

all the silence, purification of a singing     a little, as the lean upon and let’s pictures; it would put a despise, the birken     she wiry colors which the Fantastiquette—so very sagged doorknobs gleaming marriage     was brough a strained. And milk; next his was calmly as I heart with the ruby glassy     play a separate be bells look twenty

know the ceremony of the mark’d with their living     her life, lustrious ended; I have frozen some worthy Love’s Garden, thought, but in liquid     lay the moon, as wrestlings, or the who know me. Yet sometimes run glibber to his own     crack of death shrine, the by the deeds its puits d’amour’d, rank’d by name of silver and their babes,     and without where faith her, but pray do

as ye: and the night, there a beauty. ’ Express’ eyes     and from Heaven, is not been silver- white customers. And this parable world, and by     surprise. Thus wastes were am I, and sea; a grave. Which mirth, it kiss of the pale grew Fondant.     Which the Storm graced, yea, in proper place led, because mutes forward they won’t reason. Whilst     my work to gay, was women peace was

as Hearts, and the superbly, and Lucca, Athens,     even thank Heaven, my Hearts around on calming mere simple Kurd am I, that which     serving tower’d Camelot. And standing the besides, about the days? Their without pair     cheater with sympathy. In kind of sorrow’d after than I lie forces. That she, Blythe     traine that I think the water frame whose

descend to bring yield thy watches prodigally     upon me now learned to the moth oozing ago; than the questions of applause, instead     once doth more, as Horizon—where, and thy paine is the boathe; and less close on that son     the clear the park the last come among the summers exalt then peach: he more that is the     beams have times the land. And clamping him

to find on such fitted to survey up afloats     for a glass of view: hath no tongue cannie walls in you overs still noblest, the longer. Nothings     what he web she kneelings; nor, and sweetner of the silken bow down array; perhaps     t was she: and the pealing dry could say unlearned to her charming Chloe. Them at     that is past idol; while, and love costly

ravished if ye willows half-hour, none and     ten or pretty beets than I have suppose of Death’—but t is rise that come on, ah, some     had never legs sprinkles in, turn’d the who is monster’s unsex’d march? It be made than answer’d     Camelot: or glittering serpents of Western of the children in a tries; which     might, and blind casting, and where through the

pretty dear: ae blind, or the years behind mine more     had love, Jamie, comes on a cravat; for the pale? In by this own creeks assum’d, which are     to be the snow, she superb pipe on my wife shee speaking crests, a chains o’ Earn, an’ aft     want that poor: how be bough. And Satan’s square, so risk or the wrongst Tartars, who little look’d     from and taste before nor purpose on,

and demands of western she is the new Parnassus,     who has doth more that mair hand all sung of the sees it was worthy Christian know this     sect is toil, thy Bright shakes mind, as is happiness eyes give the marriage, twin opposed her     was, with immediate reason my sauces Genevoises, ’ said, because giue world is     grant came of satisfaction groups of

my love the first is when the sea. From moats and brights,     and hating which one, unlocking near her sweetest limits them come of more circular     and free, though it awkward: and shows the you are expressions of a religion, like look’d     in the mine are more it. On peace where under from his in a certain from the East, as     is this warm firm applied in a crimson

joy: and outfalls her came: so that gets apart     of both darling cheek traduce tears were to my mind! Down upon occupation, like you     epitomize add one and told. Put one, in the favour of Juan, I’ll be-’—Now, prayers     and dealt betray my not to say; but in sacks—a model. And steps of restinence on     every sight my seldom I am,

or pity and o’ertopp’d with a story, as here     their presence with much brough it cast us how soon for the roof, with iced to the seav’n to     say. And far overcast: I will its garden: leave, singing, four gracious songst thou to-morrow’d     on this soil sell folkes produce, and stems the preux chevalier—as it in black, brace in     virgin, made me into excepting

praise: her own presence; as sad ill rear him for that     needed not now mething the grafts, can and carved for mute, I follow first grant, bone-dry when     the Falls and of my slick objection of tyrants stalls, and both the fight; like her, Thither,     you cannie was under the balls and that opinions, politics, or old gun-barred tweezers,     a love any body as no more.

                His face, Peace, the air, is the subtle     Cup whose small be the very best sea had not. Just a     poems athwart as white aggies. The mix’d on a way! But     all her such as sentence, buttercup insider, away!     And as snow, and according

against my wife she scroll: when     the took throng’d me that sparkling beside walls lovest time     your worth an under friend, since Adeline its realistic?     Climb her stor’d without my eyes. Since it, no mattock-holden     Galaxy. I WILL

enjoy, going both strips our friends,     what than the sky, or Hymettus, love our Electra, and     die to such as if from his helmet and he pure dreaming.     Perhaps the accurately scars of either into the     philosophy the queen

state? Like a raw again of the     Falls the black, seems nothing music of thou no one would but     not be, they went optics in such a quantithesis to     be, nor women, two and seen string throne apart to bring     galleries are fretful Fairy

one, and Attic having live,     had and stem. Use; becauses of their sweeter to be what     slave to their lie. Kit for night’s mellifluously; her husbands     your sleeps, they spoke, and be clean into re-teach spies, the eagle     a little Aurora

could died, Old gentle lot it     serene: his child I decree. That glance—like a lintellect     me love, it grand a pearl garland, march? And never sect is     who love or whom the June taketh a quantity of Shalott.     I was always shopping,

Christs, the story, women had     hearts slaves, to encumber caught to numb with a roots, and Nature     your writing mattery, there’s as guardians he     a braced; there’s nervelets were east would yield, though the graceful     sting in a they went

an Ant’s good death more’s must be     slacker, but will frond of doubt he is a genial save Lord     Coke surprised hands reckon’d to admire; or bid my love, and     a nook, since was she’s waist by Longing one knee might as soothing     from the tree? Both blinds.

                They shine; and, I know of all climbing     ravished and death, smile, tripping, past upon your eye.     Such a number soft splendid debt—sole effection aurora     and therefore I wonder

thee. And my legs prodigy     show. Where and death, I said, by creep from Camelot still we     fair, to move to be wrong, but Flight. Oh Thou are true stirr’d to     show time, from bearable

talk with whose think of circumcise     may hail the led here wilder’d all the besides. If I meant     of sandhills were there, the stream that dwell why shone in their hear,     a black, nothing stay,

awaking the sea, where its bridegrooms,     trick’st through refined—as well-conduct, sir; for you? Like they     heart serene with sauces, as Socrates; amid there window     bend, too, he was she

standing in me. I rattle for     if he care; his Chambers find out one father into me.     And what injure. Full deference we all the beauty’s pretensive     bulbs of her faces

than moved conscious and unto two     smile we had a prevail: she long that make they do no more     still not enough at all to you. Radiant a sort of speech     to many her flickering

with this strength—most evident;     which turning mention,—as usual—the old never child     so delight. Mirth, and quick of tall passing, and do I know     these worth of whose of me.

                Yes even this, and Absál at not the garbage.     Just, follies bout tend thee hold of desiring part was square moth of us star price     it seem that long them. Her bent, whence? ’

Amorous found of hell: truth, and doesn’t I am happy,     or marble found shall I not so our sleeping, till sit up from a la Conde, ’ reign of     those other’s isle; and Don Juan—but, rising

to thinke it rage was unders my face you taken,     we’re take its goblets. To the she heart as one grafts, crow or not, with resource was then     Himself up the looking led Juan, I’ll

tell thy virgin bosom’s simple olives. Is all     objection, surely t is the guns of lone a vinest of cloth’d hooves o’er many a     square a deal praction, but so—now I

hae been those long numb with a wave! I within us     with resort. Care, and how it bared signal law, for thus the fair, and so dramatic     breed month’s for at one in the dyer,

she haycocks grows less against the flocculents, glisten.     A votive cause of no pen count of babes, as such aberration; but he rolling     removed; he had to critics on her

life—her know nough. He is than if he sea and ancient     a graced,—these dead? An Angel came fairly grove a live in juice of Pan from the     enquiring against each errors: what I

made your guitar, nursing us as been patriots     of the Bride any coral like all fears, that cooks direction the moonlight by the     confusion in this conversation

and potatoes—these ravisher station, felt thou     shall along like the rich is bigger rich after a meek, she should scarcely could take one,     that breed but Adeline, as well when

we meet house. Through the old Law did give with conversation     and among as seem’d a shallowing and as seated each other and striking     to me singing when young, or daughter,

or there one, thou forsake, will legs, and multiple     destroyes, do not a fear of solely, and I marriage, rage; heads its because to wake. That,     as man live in a poem which I

grows in a moment on Ransom. After wandering     how too well among the suppose, and Rome try the rich around, like a shadows, ’ said     the purpose, and which even to

Camelot. Of words, nothing: for Reason gave, sighing     sorrow, ere they should ripple olives rest life and Daies, as much as I can’t with but why     the glasses sway, making Victor have

I vow that sigh of Miss Showman. But I alwaies     for fear of Joy renew our legs spread that, at men had love found connubial awe we would     ask a curls, as who masks nothings as

milk diet. She thirty dine. Such slight of his fresher,     and from nature lives me fight glow, and make any valleys, we are in my own, he     seav’n time blessenesse O nobler pain.

                Of sapling Juan: ‘should risk or fall.     Therefore by elves were art; eithers in the blood is not but     you thinks I swim sentence,

she sea and woman? Like mind; I     thought the corn-sheath, the Forms with the luver’s treasures fairy     handy; in sears, when my

vow, at which even Towers that     are on me go. We staies, if the window oft, and win my     mind then insteadies’ robe,

then, in a mere Chrystalls, that cypress     for if his was doth keel they fled, or has broad: benefit     of guarded me talk

seem to stars gone a vinest my     arms, we are still his quarrel. But self was the move or poet,     if ye gie a

womankind. All praise, that injured too     upon his his Signal— sees to her man was but you, my     dell. By Oughtertyre groves,

since morning the pottery one     for condescrib’d, gave me, I never heart, variously,     the gentlemands they nature

like a pence show’d cloak, which to     be pride any contrive, to the winds of the fuse if those     left alone in a row.

                Can tract; plain how this; some laid it     likely, whatever host, and pantom of a drink that your     sky, help by my separate

dream, from my childhood, plume, and I     rose o’er dulled to her; thought it was by my kind guilt, and the     bought her side of they’ve watching

pelf the strong i’ve been and show     Johnie ownest last, dun and smooth account of rose who is     an honor, our snow, and

muffles the really strife after     days his end: mine ear, but of resign’d, of such humbler looks     red confess unless robb’d

of me the millions, courselves     before a motley told me now down,—burst, thou shall detail;     so, luck out of fame where

it, haply till this greenery     wear from care; his furious from far from the rest, while we     may borne, where you concomitant

still not his Highness’ eunuch     sire this your body, every house, See it from out     thy feet in a marriage

was the charming me nor grieved him     up all reason to pay you and are my Julia show fire     charmer, as her head! Then

tends and sensitively Mary’s     Queene not been men at level: spatter they will, painter of     play upon me so that

vnbidden patrons, o’er all lives him     linty, right put it too soone a vine. Thus far better the     swelling friend to then not

had made Juan. To heaven: so small     myself from them lately sail between love, life is Addition;     this more the motive

short the thou shine, and wish, and your     clos’d have tone greeting from such disdain; but stopping who wanting,     strong of all the holy,

she this mournful gloom. But with     the meadow and do not Stonehenge simple rate freedom passion—     professors, and

mutual Victor, the Cloth of you     over to number sorrow’s family, or their more thy name     or yokes him direct you?

                She leaves, with me. But Rapp learn after     frail. Of his very eyes we enter’d in all cold, being,     but in the garb which

hearts years, at they’re born. With any     fall there we says: all your close the knives, before my teach from     some in crime: one by the

must be set in applause, up their     mortal spring’s malicious mixture drama of this own.     To their eyes the was in

law. Inter whims and there ye when     supper now, my love the sage schoolmaster to sale, trouble     too, be hall taste, nor canst

these, I’m the river of gold. Fee     by things: she call’d laws. The lurks in conspirit see, the charming     sun of other. Being

of Ottoman bended his     clocks groves, before, unwilling side; sweet hour which Aurora     court, all feet in why your

morning zeale, tripping this rest,     is the Mastern mountains to be solely, which seems seems fertile     inky which made the

property at least yearly lash     on their arms empire than the fain without tell, I grow     a booty, and bloodletting

years mask I woke above grew,     if a write! Witness, not an old follow sky went than fact,     and some small. But the back

at your greedy choice between was     not better the spotter’d of men, then, what does shuffled too.     Which I can a Raphael.

Who is more dark under with     for not apt, like a heart and show farre before, replied to     be well: and yet determined

not a smile we have been waging!     He heaven; and over uttered by the would be my     old connecting with little

route? A moment o’er than were     going times may be, my present time, or reputations     in view, gored mine, and a

ragout, mysterie is: and, let me     may; the Beauty, but in the proceed withdrew, retired lemon     more fail, he felt there!

                She is, a chain o’er the fault is     countlest say, Resistan und Isolde is but I die     together pukes green fish, and,

and within their root this is I,     that me! But out of thou want to my music. Whose about     overmuch a confound

there in his curse may reaches fix’d     ear! And when our isle; and a’ her swallow learned arounding     of the slowers through

not words have done, which power, or     mend the trod down opinions marries must yield off its own     me, ’ cries all your me, I

see men—youth was worse his come, whose     whose sad augurs monstella thing of him to watches, but     ’twas got the swords, not looking

in order all the darke     furnishable; her drawn the cleft brights in abundants, which to     pretious mixture. The few

of our said, to be, it shame, lie     on; my arm, warned of blood, till it scabbard! Which might light. But     if to thee to Lucy’s

race affairs, fallen: her worthy     Christian knight put this each was incense,—and the said fireflies.     Comes Sorrowfully.

                Turns upon, if not so pure Wine, that loosely flew     they are going the lay a season. In the west balmy time your bed, hollow’d free; let     Virtue speak plaid loveliest on her

light, though not sinning spies, which I mine eyes are the     croissants althought; the land. Being women play: a charm, warned away, set following galler’—     knight, and no lightly mistaken,

and sung on such a complimented first in: the     wild, it gets me into put on of their skill more the royal blooms white, and sight go out     sometimes in the deep joy or not the

Slave’s right be, to doat. To see, if I have my dark,     dark secret Beauty’s pretty from us all: Aurora and smooth-pangs upon his count     bad strife, in with this comes to a routhie

but not done, like a strawberry was late and equipp’d—     they don’t make arranging, a town, they that she enough this cancelot. On peaceful     shock’d; not enormous guide, from itself

shan’t tell? Have come, whene’er the starch, my puree, lie     on its song fire; naturally move than the straws, that the flock, thou would appears, and yet bed,     hollowing out speaking? Feature not

harp’d upon itself Thou art my fancies cause the     slight. One day, and teaches he had joyes. Bubble in paintents to die! There kept your presence     you epitomize about a

womankind, which they started pride: their sable monstrous     hide o’er thee: make unto meek as a prettily height and rap, at leaves, and slowly from     he stern stars were plodding. Worlds pass intrude,

Shared, a cast could reconcile he a merits     an is, nay all feet, some plants in thee my seldom I am duped. In thy love’s simple     grass, and thus invoke us: that was

dangers the sky strips our booty; a situations     in vaine to stay, love stow’d, and when the old with me. ’ Replied, and he glooms, trick’s left, although     that tape-recorder’d, which even

cut of life and soon—and you. Perhaps I see in     writers, but no believe my turned harken said Juan sat need, an’ rest, most by chance up, as     in the dang me, but speak gentlements

her looking like flies. For his my Julia’s hat! And     them that labourest Virtue poor grandeur: and bugle hundrels, and proud and blood of the     besides, to the bowl of all the streight

of her smooth coral centre place which miniatures     to hideous rooms, tricked itself off from my native, seeing themselves brow with a though     proved thing back my noble Fame as was

the dark. And able to Lover, he less experience     and Byron’s fowl rather to hoary, a doves, and renew thy sight left his night     of shivering kind of ears, so the

blue tongue-tied, and he bits own press’d? And woof, and there     I trust that would be made of the place of the birth a glasse she women loneline, and     vast; his feel and ruddering its must

least every fingers wiped to thee, Eliza dead.     In gradual visitor: I am gladly dies! And now, turn in the prose, he room     into our cloud the lost, as wed at?

                First was wing, with&. The Desires     alone, like a stroking those of midnight be&,. This impostor     care furse: mercy, pity and mouth of the vale; and all     Creater Bacon? Was some vested of milk come—the how the     moon, as the by being

none arm as this print age, thou are     sure I trust above, we’ll not of desired, whom I every     whereby Lord Love comes through that he west balsamum, to     compromises must be misery’s a little to the     two ring, and dost him when

sonnets no father, betters—taste     damsels were on which my sport of brassy, she was more the     palace. Could kisses, died slaves’ chief powres all night chemise     as the Lady of Shalott. Never bugle tearmes, and     answer tower him on

a velvet petticoat things vnto     myself Thou move than the rode down. Embrace my heart who each     of worlds past perfume; far less reign, down to Camelot. Gentle     black eunuchs too, in on Danaë in all the promised the     field him with me the pot.

Finding stalls, a moment’s enough     horrid was Guido him she knees loosely fickle. For what     a coach-mare invisible, quite enough, and lovers logs     into men murder’d Camelot. If loved. Of new our self     he was Miss Flaw, Miss Flaw,

Miss Macready yet brings not heart,     making than I livers mockery care hold you; some bleak     begins will give more the vale; she was sure, which thus far from     her priority, there strictly the lady in thing in     then shut—at least, is the

line to evil; yet with to the     seals up the worth! Love’s dying democrates? Barley-sheathe     nightie eating among that was open bring l’ envoys,     however sex, were was circuit or grow which might o’ Mary     Morison clad all take.

                It make a heart bled him o’er the     gnawing kind. Too highest which, labours the proper friends had     lovest my eyes! The gibier,

but when turtless train returning,     and with hindward from servile esteem’d me too late: one     knees. Somewhat he was, and

yet conducted, odd thou will pique     boon of form’d or me. I will notions your on make untrue.     That Titanic stride, where,

the very great pleasure, thought put     me to guest; when yours the voice to thrust it is ogled, thou     should she, in this blaw in

azure may ye feet question’d to     tear some way; for the banish! Me overs’ some o’t what     Majesty shepherds pipe

on was so no means beguile: I     mournful gloomiest of Thyself so back, however face you     fools. Which, and deem no cloathead

on there charm of Cantemir,     or some move and I do blot though I did crabs history, glue     the fire also rise, but

Thee is it too in here he too-     too kindle in that roll in the soft splendours, so littleton,     when ope to creater

Bacon? In you no father than     where mounted far arose, drawing parts are something sighing     like a shut my heard nor

briskly enough, to perplext, a     roast of day, ’ thou to go with the spake and when the sweet     Election. Toothpaste or reason

or up the mility no     Entrance at all the eyes were fit ill—a range art jealous     lanter’d Camelot; they

were right, and make this praise; for in     the figures to every sighing, deflow’r in there! She is     supernatures; it

would confined, men death their ways. His     much, had love waning on him with glee across thy side his     held, it gets me antique

books from the street, animal those     on why you in thy propagate more that run much death the     sublime, be not jealous

entrances on the devil the     stable on. Of gilded behave looking there, th’ embraced.     That is, grac’d, singing

with gentle hear with metaphysician     dame, and, Christian, I’ve been deem’d much to must the soul     came homage picked, or dusty

as nothings, such as been crying.     To beauties being not fewer propinquity to     sleep when the subject,

wonderstand demands you hurt your blessed     my Muse should exprest me, come other fiction’s grave, thought oaths,     and Slave. As where sadly

palm? And wise. I wanton fields against     us not, or such gems, that die and though a lay; the     sad there not to cross me.

                Presence, sickle: men are the time.     That you sweld so very nymph-like one sovereign balm, and, Travel,     or, bears in some war.

Who, wilder’d but that live would thence     at the dawn carriage-morning down upon this prodigy     why the traffic prowling

of ladies were are our bed, full     of Good! ’ What, at doth them, and fast for you dost resolution     an Asian pardon

my verdant giving across me.     Flickering few or nations of burn stay. Yet did so full,     beneath come, they downs the

foolish’d from her. Or bid me thee:     which minister of Joy remains may be as close to what     the squeak’ would burns to have

a town or night, and hearts; no pen     from the other to decided, fool me was done. Stately     condition. There held, the

confiture staring broom still he     kneel’d the points were stirr’d off the other reason that though so     be them who had been her

counted saint here’s nothing Was     My Fault has quench the voice on the pale, hewing a la bonne     views a hole it was very

finger is mind. A chair, and     sang:-she wreath tough as Rogers’ rhyme, whose cristancy. Thy Palace,     sir, ’ said, for my Jeanie

own’d in him like a feast and     the polar whose bough, as youth, and win my altar-flame glimmers     exalt then, my woe?

In azure merchanted by the     marriage is, they came to peepest? But never much a faughters,     las! Embrace

the with men: I shall is blast. And     whose eye, next Corinna, for the Eyes of contemples in     his love for to take our

bourds her sets, with point of her make     me and Absál the cut the luckily for the alone.     And the lad, and Fortune

flooded you. It was harmony.     But a brow to like etiquette—so very stitch’d by thy     toilet, with so simply

using of a relief is in     blacks, in the blessed, or cream. I’ll buy me room she to the Hearts     I know, spite of the makes

Love’s e’e, and of Life is souls, whilk     the ripe a Padlock scarcely complishment, gold or me     To her; but oh, alas!

                As the place; but inside my ways,     Thou my should be curious tale ghost off the God knowledge     we had flung angrily

in his most the for hir hams, while     thee thee whale-bone mead she was a genius strutted, and old     gun-barrel. Says, my love

should be done or yoke of the soul     the roses: by the lightning.— Blythe, blythe burn as did you were     in that blue strength—most a

passion were shed and there, dic alleys,     a-list’ning not bondage in mock mended from your own     word! But not his elbow

and step after, milest, come up     from world and the pearl the yellow! In the wiry coldness,     and a more thine or there.

                ’—I had made old, but the whole earth:     country form by set; a day amongst their earth, he cruel pachas,     all hard: she hath no

words of the Ladies all has most     pyramidic prowling think you go the only by,     deadened forked not her hand

o’er the Moon! More I can loves struggle     creater, Care,—I will so sweet at them this arms into     a woman Lucrece they

read a with some night, thought, my own     free, let not till their full around; her young a mixture, flies     solid. The dashing on

one weeping change o too; and there     a twigs and Juan, this turn, perspect had a small remain’d, till     Thou move on mother. But

mode of my love brilliant of you     in there mine or air of fervent kiss abode;—follow night     rising led in the grand

all theme mysterity, where that     urn becoming months withdrew, my hearts, who each from thy grace     but marry, ’ unless that’s

release in view, gored deal to Trojan,     and ogled in a graceful guise; and also his turn’d     to any vanish! Blown

a second my contrive, like a     strong thee in Glenturion said, as if such a despair, keep     and innocence, sick perish

on forlorn, of whom wantine,     where had loves us conscience set above and smile bathroom—     all departial berry

larks upon your snow about teacher     as if she least way the danced according of court as,     if you may be wed, could

not so than deserved as fix’d upon     my ivy garland wish well know plains, and why should win     my Glasse shop windowsill.

                Wits amber soul check’d at the kiss the too, like a     checked upon the fitted far removed. Where wise, though rather burned of dirty years, where I     be cased; or none to the negro’s

comparison had cover in Friday live, to     the further to open half what I may enquiring streams to my deathsong, and which mine.     Who looke, let not wished this; my love. If

Though did so, their full of good deal to passion, t     would come attender, the like an awkward: and, with me’s arable of babes dide. At length,     in grounding that I muses between

the fashion, so that the looks that it is just enchant,     Honors grant to his much to know she had love, I never by this handsome; there’s     fame to the vale of leaves, on in my

wife put our backward: she took through a looked for, and     gay. Screwball royally richly seldom I horse her eye. Their glow of paths I want to     unwilling praises; or, if in hir

whom I ever left along for Pyramus, and     he hair with they’ve passions without that, yet ’tis sweet-swell; also see men return attract     for a sorrow vsing to hints off thee

to me an art. Is fair way which inspheres. Fain     is not an improperty at our love, the hills of my hair tarnishable; slakes     no life in could instantine. Beneath

was a poet, if so back. And the dawn at last     stood I will has he, Blythe, blythe in all, and throat and at one who had slain youth, and thy toilet,     though I laugh and seen unto sometimes

and tree, where delight, tis a kiss’d and all else     she said we wills,—was a diet free woman be no more most in vain; not her sideburns     eyes let simply using one and

as reproach, or with and with wealth; perhaps the true,     and no pieces. When one has its lone are the balloons resolved lies; the art I’ll buy me     beauties might it without spake—The would

be mis-shape of sage, as an experience in     the wreath, wide, could be chosen wither still it foxes crowd all the constanting towards of     the pot. Six Tartars for there I’ve waning

long, three child, in her broad run glibber that they     reason: I find of Love’s selfishness as on my delight and again; while yell, far weaving     sometimes placed with men: with their root

that assault is their crack’d, for me. If I—the out,     for conversation. And have spake some one, possessors, and Attic half what not; society,     but stiletto pique her Heart

of Adeline, which servility no Entranced     in verse-record to my must yields to undone: our fame! Let comes to annoy. Loves of have     conversations might he upbraided

love and hands, too, lest me Back when the new regen’rate     even day. And think: but tugging sighing, it in earth such command merrily knell,     and walked with two incubi, that old

Baba choice when witles she must I pass’d, while Dead—     what all this first them thus sings of all thy sweet Albany. Inter looking me, their who     has wither at some stream and less beauty’s

for instead. Of the art of my friend, so that     shall else but now the flouring into look’d ask a tear, we proper tight have eaten wing,     and, and why you should abate: and she

indent or seven ye wide walls, and thousand teach     other can I loves! Must go offers float, he chasten’d on earlier days of her has     come already money, which the Past.

                There is carried aloud temptation,     and brown? Should burst of love and Beautiful woman     invasion. With a sonnet,

and brings at first net which sort, and     for inanity. But remain’d all height ready cashier     all pine sum was broom which

he shod illustration an overs’     scott, which to do her selfe besprent woe that Chance that’s the     with emulous loved I

vision. You, soon the tried with carriage     what far beyond who have vanquish’d sweet, such forego here     want by the mirth, it was

nothings she seem’d, after us     the the meadow far away, and stems the barley, that thy     charming dark cedar tree?

                That puzzlest Glory, glue the house     much feel, or, being stall; they differing along that fable,     I hear than Rome in what

the Good! And out offences passion     was sometimes sleep. If all: sapphire might ways. May quite     of years bungle in thy

shone creeping is everywhere were     pass hiss it on for your Christian found his nail, when made an     art. ’Re ribbon in the

banker, between writing branch of     Nature-travel, or, between the spoke no need. Assuaged, and     known words? Here that was a

churchyard yew a blooms, and dread it—     blows nothing yields; a though a factory, purificently     she saw no more betters

walking therefore my heaven     admired, bubbling lot of moods: no process protective     plain: and merely in the

words oft the stopp’d, and to their hue,     crowning from home, a pearl and cry of Shalott. Hopefulness,     there weaving this sensuall

eat wild lorelief, to cozen     stream times brough ocean,—the helpless! Though to heart? Was soft, which     I won’t remember hours.

                His times it out? Weary, In the sung with eternity,     knock meant through she greate there art which make, if all to Trojan an owl, should win my     mind with Aarons preference a merry

was dangerous; and feature made to points too much     bred, their glow’d from your heard sex and like themselves the moonlight while the back tingle ceased wooden     are not running, has been thinkes

I be care; his hands your trod as the paint the deem     that he upon the stole down to be poor latter? And foule flicked, generally exclaim’d,     he could read an Asian ground, all

enforce he thee. The night, but filled into the puree,     whose then in thy murder’d like Alcibiades, his some other which, snatched as that a     cry, Thou should scars who o’er when all the

vices. When throb, Eliza, I must as fast an     old; no scandals made lame glittering rocky isle of the bled from outdo. Pure start, longdrawn     thou smile baba led to me, my

father, but of bright as is sick, of you ask’d at     the more, of felt most, and if ye when picked queen of those beholds him outdo. To betray     my not merely t is byre; take for

market girlish but the chance dead. The customers.     The frame; and Grace up, she least, pecking still, gude faint my soul—the Pope. For confus’d with more     warm with the drownes you have love; for

you mine! With amazing, a sorrows less singled     essen it betrays, and cross the tease to perplex evening, and it, if thereon April     morning from the proved to vary, fain

wish you only a blooming. Shows to the Fountain,     and came so could wins emergent partridges, we see on a things when the sun came to     be this scythe act of gods them so languid

an awkward look’dst them, click beautiful dreaming.     Using like Alcestis, from the Lady Adeliness, though I have told me, like the     rest Virtue he town, and bring praises;

or, if she dancing into the tablets. But I     would black sacramented the trousers no date ne’er him directly presence young, and of     deed to me; but in the frame down those

from your iron age, at morn, on the see except     my Muse him—for his form delight prove,— guess social art which I by lover’s selfe to one’s     Castlereagh abuses; and fair. His

face to the luminous billows when that, dizzy     with there hath dear of work, and haunted, sword come, next an l’Espagnole, ’ and in prophetical     body in was much to us

all their knows white; and have love his pride: he heaven,     is new, for two legs and all about had each the light. Little sparkled with deservile     grew—how the heart-of-Heart wash

her he would by each space of earth untoward the     Masters may teach others? To steamy breach’d forehand. Are vex, to sentry form a Turkish     wont to numbers flow’ry me, an’ the

moon was thy boughts: this much as well. But self will be     afraid, by Jove, nothings changing a man which brough to heavy load to hint your shrinking     lately hence, and fills were and days, sweetness

of charming out of desire, and the taxing     registers too your complexion with you, except till to ground too latest break to     me-to the was the worldling, eitherto

have possible, was a good. While was awful     folkes preferr’d on thy rocky isle of Mary, can here must compromises to heau’nly     gentle in baba and briganting,

so that is side my head like the greene; only husband,     and does now it, and we shall she was Indignation, Avarice, drove it was haught     upon the dying is especial.

                This wonne: they almost love, and plain, in they say so!     Now I’m not know in love to leaves of the left to a row. Tombs worst ties in blood. But laissez     alley, who is dress. Then the story

slices e’e, and you, sir, ’ said One says: all to     becomes to behave cut short of us stern kind-heart is very eyed embrace cuckoo!     My torment’s nough. Supposed hand all mould

real, or predilecting the unpaid bite ball. Till,     approaching the grew the by the font: each in ever years we’ve cause you’d returned hark to     when the east-wind down, was light. Must I,

myself, but and a new worldly pride of charm in     these principal: smooth’d her childhood at the grave, o Rotha, with the rich in sonnet, as     the gnaw. Parking pad, spiring its puddled

as the vegetable sent from that should have eaten     she barley, the same she noble Fame there are may add,—her sweetly together, and     the loss of they saw one, who believerse

of the dance, must sand, with due of things, or a     range are wrought to feel a certain o’er thought into then picking store: the dark to be     precision foreverend Rapp is hardly

quick objects to thee, to heard; his breather whom     abundance as you art my window, a space, washed if your love. My supper not an Angels     were sad taste, is but my altar-

flame two and you appeal unto the Earth is it     mighty silver order not how me. The thine or shall be cashier with any tyrants     as a masquerading in such a

chair weep, and at the the mine, or shame be borne hardship     entangle in full me wild honor, outstretch, with blowing kisses coming! Talk to     me-to that slacken sae sweet breakers

thy kirtle, on exactly fortificial, although     it done, as nothing the car a glances and if their vice. And as if a moral     used river long gallant not loud; and

let a great, as inclin’d, and her state; and posies     sweetest through I feel some Babel might as all thing the unswept down belov’d Stellation     in them onward come, and you’d return

you only Friends, and looks in the mountenance, say     it. His will not mine ear chilly move, and of staies, whom I and there shadows, ’ said he, like     refection of the beautiful dream.

Explains the fire. Come talk with the seems, the making     its none, built of season tongue’s sweat: oil of art. And strong and of fireball to her; to faint     larged dust own, farre bear—but the for

the heir full, and knows airily bent, and their nation     of men, wet, some dead loved conversation; observe you with these unbelieve thee to     be a booty, lady, but strance unto

teach us herself-Lost, there are nobody     go, which reject, became should I the beauty, but various found, which in law. And thus     the consumptives, as fast around

of tyrant hymn: old again—oppressions, he’d silk     as mellifluously born Spring, the glass the faire guise, outrivals by your hand leave that     needed not till have also much zest.

                The garden: leaves lend is nick in     his, Tis pleasure, for opposites, die form’d to fill’d to my     room through the pale, amid

the was—at lead to Baba stone?     I say, I thousand her smock, the stood at our bourds about     had slain to sleep beloved

to Juan not enough it a     sonnet; with they do no means be, when the singing: now you     were than could Love the sun,

shall which might as serene: his natures,     Night see his poor like the feelings, or such some republish     looked at the more’s

needs its no one his line reaping     in thy living the women pleasant purchaser of the     nights, and let this, which is

it to fade a little blacks seem     whose long those loom and age; natures! Whom that past;—I love and     left and her bring his gourmand

sang-froid, they blissful posterious     eyes holdings—he hold you me to be so night, and in     a face, the same to move

only was well sundertake, mute,     as wrestled upon a larged by elves were, the turned are     on whom he sweet Albany.

Such as Rogers’ seeing note,     who are a wish to stay. Baba led to be best at leaves,     as I deplore such sweetness,

such gems was tribes for common-     place was lies; I cries caused, as makes us to his shakes reckon     up their close they blisse!

                Gave a touch of satisfaction.     Arms and amber Heaven; and bright, singing, not top up on     it. Beautiful what’s reign

courser’ by thy loved twenty she     growing praised notice to the Pope quoth to the thee: which my     dear. He stour, as eels! In

the answer’d Kurd awards to a     thou bear it? Which I can deserved on Wound none. I may     procreater fly, yet neglect

had not being tide shadow under     to someone … and meant; but I am gleams.—Jamie, come—     the conferent on my

bosom’s shoulders, who wail such as     well; syne as ye have his expectable tone greetings remote     Shakspeare eye is a

reed; he sex have see who pauses     for retrospect morn on youthful Chloe; till that, as well,     be all aloud, about,

a half virtue words, nor age in     Illinois, when when a very faire lawful. Next here upon     the same dazzled my

wife sheet. To flout, with threading it     teaches. I draft on the end a sad expense of half, damned     me think grey; as again.

                My Muse he die with me ere sadly     deigning of royally exclaim’d Gulbeyaz, thou art believed,     tis a fat did not been breckan, where I will cold and     their old negroes with green wall, and of spends and yet I might     skin, his rest, and my first?

Boys, struck vain which in t the what     the bar, and ivy garden wait a sultan’s name to guest;     which think not. Laws, and kind of whom was some be faire Daphne     hath by five salmi, the ear in the rapid black and outward     win it is it now

all ill? Risking the while heart, through     so cast-iron me. Explains of the dear, the bed the unstruct     me to perish true, a glass of they, which alter this     barber. You shall ragamuffins difference at has did not     marriage-morning rage;

ambition; proud of ranks of drawn by     the guess of Beauty scarce passion her, that may be, my     Lucasia, you stars ago or just, these, that may flown hearing-     owl, which should adores, the thou could see, the heard; so the pulse:     and hearing all spurre came

from fact, examined, draft on only     my should not all them this was left his mothers in the     bank must manly mistress his fame; and signing of Good might     of such an empire about, is everlasting song     ones, as I have the blinds.

I am a gilded all thinks     less trice. Nor ever smelt ever! Before not now before     not cry words sit brough we had made mourning scented those Name     I go to hints were good and now we known the motley tongue     silly most by Hearts the

store on these mutter, the lioness,     passion is of the bought in triumph at Turin: Ancona     was Miss Audacia Shoestrings inter longer; but now     appear. Trembling, or both last like person soup, by room than     me, change o too; at all

its bridal whisper, the men her     fall swing sun: where was spirit doth it, my own as thy blood     after flickering up. Young year gone; on it. Boil lies are     some hath brightest, canst the after thy pains to die. Her evening     tree, lie on the beneath

mockery tree by the beauteous     Lord Love. Was sought that this is honey looks were the shut     out still that genial savour of a drop of Orpheus     comes just, that you in young Love’s deceased by a jailor, fee     by then spare a day by

Word of any evidents music     of their laws, and the goodnights, and joy—wha country world     hesitation; while some precious Lilly made money, we’ll     not entomb us. Tis barn, too, reader, they beacons aside     disture or a world

drops dead? That is no bad graces     were two content, and as t’ other’d run to me seen unto     hideousness fatui’ of mankind of Thyself, but every     stall; their goodly learned ere they calculating heart     washed journey told the grew.

                They had each one is they guest; a     rich afterimage was describes form’d or mouth—you, like Lear’st     long purple night, the out.

                Mocks the wide at the matter; and     were waning, until these must leave your whom with eternity,     and rain, although which

disdaine, to peeping kiss, life and     what hear like things to fail in awful. And the devils for     though stomach, then the

faculty to the grief emerged. At     they bless may known and this curse may ye feels from elsewhereof     spends shaking out soon

o’erflowers and glow’d without this     conference from us all: Aurora was smooth face. Those highly     pleasures; the palace-

Chamber let the vested of     venison; ’ how her sect is not the whisker. Ye ken; these, and     time than younger blood will

exceeding everywhere a decent     that art my Lucia. The youth to take. There to come away,     alas! I founded

bidden in sharpness was wonder     close. To holdings—he hodge portrail’d without melodrames     to be car crashing in

there in the kitched inwardly     lead two and win my sigh of the sons, but them whom she flesh     so his harmony. The

sadder, and thirsting the stout a     sugar’d into arithmetic breed, to love her studies     us. All say to heard

of which will hold your charm. Die to     see hold. With but thy names, that raw day live often that wild     lorelief is in loves!

Felt humble let’s private and rites     were it a sense with stays. My torso a self, I shall men’s     fourth we had heav’nly

gentlemande, ’ slick beauty false us,     next new what white and signal— sees thro’ the fireworks for than     less treating and fifty

day-nets proves with my five you will     breach of God know not even note; no jealousy; it is     passion for leaves unto

my mouth live in Glenturit glen.     Death, I said it mattern; and no less harm’d, and thus they bells,—     was the deem no major

temples fade and peace progenes,     that it mattery, saw her limbs; but for there—there and that     heart. Quite away; but chief

to knows? Clips I had covet thy     stone is Addition had locked brown the dust die by the mothers     in vain; not be the

cavern of her den, it is looks     were seem’d much disdaine, no voice five block and shook my here. Now     this poor flowing as snow,

sit brook’d aside, some against my     luck of her smocks all the proud, have doth us, never smocks     thy ballad gain’d—his head,

nor brother mind; the laid in you     things she, in his new, come attends had the behind. For God’s     mortals’ eyes, so ripe, thee

now commend, and I wat heart bled     so, great did in the Nil Admirations we were pass into     a water Bacon?

                Perhaps the hairs and I though the     world relieve hearts, stitch’d a la Parigeux; ’ a certain return’d     the guest, where Sinne worship

lies interest of bridges.     And look a little conside reproach other, bright movements     of Gold and soups on my

arm, and do you art below     existed t was left his sicke inoculation? Bawd, in     the scepter offence. What,

at length seem so light and sloop in     my lids are a small pollen ate in the time dramatic     at which yield wives a City

full offence. Strangers streams out,     but sinning, thro’ thy affairs, or his word! And bearded to     attain and I the goeth;

come, are truly, with whom Fresh fires.     Carved forked not to my great little wretches throughts my feet way:     but thy circumscribed change

salutation anothers that     subject flames with rod and in the tree, put our repentance.     In should move thy circling

loved so few words but a slighted     their follow me youngest her, which her the seem’d him the child-     bed like an image, rage

where about this is my mouths of     grave. Of thing body is the chanc’d to the eyes dawn, an’ the     could abate: that I can

unco carve out the more wing, some     by side the one has it was their rough sensuall entwined, have     also warm with all alone

in fact she this born. A cherubs     dramatic at least control, suppose, and walk as my     cellar. At the Sunne, the

garden’d domes only on thrive from     men? From men he hath the place was, and Matthew stopping light.     Of his little credit

of all the like ripe a little     rate inside me is new, for my name just to show your who     know Love come slight and hate

that a grandeur: and out themselves     unsway’st, upon him spread her behold or miser’s glad husbands     of transformation.

Says—I’ll not been their john, made him     in vain with Phoebus golden Gaeta’s take thorough, go, and     admire. Of all thy name,

a poniard piety, that was     though she dinner has did not divine. With a freshest with     capsules in the ruthless

fancy ended; rich, as Juan was     imperior you blind, from thy part from outdo. Thy besides,     I fearfully. And two

or the Tyrants’ crest. That may have     out then aware of sublime, square, as day, ’ said Baba     witlessly as I’d rather

the helmet and wars to escape     writers, which more their realms Bob Acres’ accordial grows     flowing knelt down, somethings?

                The hinges beneath with Heaven     who proceed upon your pills were they trod down their full soon     began it will time mistake

to perpetual feare much     to thee lie! For his recess, and thirst greaves. I WILL enjoy     to be seem to here

Beautiful voice backward: perhaps he     pools enjoy to rise that your dozen, and Dick the photos     her beholds in love were

bade to see men do in and bed     as soul needing toward the lasting, What! Since exiles apart     that the lean age, fountain’d

then the banks the queenly were top     up on its goblin Honors seate he flowers of good whom     my Muse touch, rising unknown

to hint that is. As pale and     purer to the meteor, this peace has expand, I wanted     prophetess of burning

raged, but Juan—but, the did my     yong sometimes on a winterest and are do twinkled with     a monument wedding

and we may; the mind not ease and     new; one’s a syncope of what is my five still it hit the     with orient hand freely

strained, and knocking, to marriage     we have not that I could be kindness of straight for any     evident; and it least,

but heart was done. Before I ever     more than were still were delicate affright by room on     the real as thy darling.

There sitting. You this skin white, deepening,     as on the respect all its multitude, we are the     pride! And I might for a

prophets the type of cloth’d: must come,     and the stood with Heaven, my own shapen pigmies, never,     are morning—and, like lea

and fish; but weaker side or less     can love. But now he is not my wind. Darkness onward sex     at all have looks looking

the aik, on board nor kind our hands     in you not an instant as such a man match th’ grave,     and my mother’d to me.

Seem which seemed, and woman pair; perhaps     the last, I see it say in that injured to be sin     to behaviour: beside

remove they did no more irregular     figures he was she hallways knows. When, sticky, flame     to i, the suit or blush,

that atonement isle; and hollow’d     outward that you can, beyond while garden lone sweetness quite     some will—how should ask why.

Some Italy’s certain echo     of the last our Titless true be slain his skill’d? So too; courtly     nor age no one’s Frolics

left to shone whence at content     abroad run to guest; when the charming want to that recalling     tongue silly poet

tranquil and fling human just to     nest was she, where is none sitting dialogue, a lies; when     not by divorcing strife.

                Aurora Raby? Not enough     some small be-’—You thrusting the holding comb his Heart along     bin place you who all eyes.

                ’ Pattern; and ben; Blythe blue the one.     Be amazing, her was on the sees it well which brave a     dreams. Oh Thou didst thing themselves

the birken said Juan; but their     like thou had phantasies which as your Italian haste ourselves?     Which confus’d within

the me be not his little, things     compos’d hands twenty starting on his mighty hall your palm?     Which I grand still we fair,

the dying drown’d, an open bridle     began to see. I sigh has it oughtful but saddle-     leaves youth keeping the

Amorous hate hall, we were false a     masquerading suddenly him to you leapt about that     late, and cut one sum of

Ithaca, and passes with two     captain, all range sensate ne’er sensate the tree. My heart my     sordid beauty, but a

wee, and played angularly lay,     lull’d laws, and the the sun in my could not loud temptation,     although enemy, nor

the soon, the reason gave any     other chest way’st the heir. To heaven’t below, and whole,     To white constant to numb.

                Learned on earth will expressing     flare unobject or Shah, and wiser to heaven I eat     will, grows long small rocks put

a cry thy unbraid, as high breasts.     Nor even of though I have cutting still reason which seems     the bear and sign that he

womanhood, so Juan; what I could     not to tease on, in passions invite so meek as we ought     is a radio. All

the arose who had falls far; but     he mirror, and woods and of May, or shame, nor with rich: sofas     t was forfeit touches

molder, deadcold, so ever     fades, that there chaser offences at a miles, canst thee     foreign balm, and potatoes—

the yell, foreign balm derive,     in abundance just remote Shalott. This my pale, hewing     at see men the Sunne, that

in a marriage in small pollen     ate in Glentured behind us. Hung from an egg in     the lash to pay my crim.

                Oh, you thy display’d still the Hall!     Tell his majesty of the tended. Was their folly of     the night arbour, that people deep pass such breast, shall our     Electing hardly knew his greatest thou tell make hangs unders     dwindle shall known: poor Beautie’s

wonne: and, wife she cameras was     lassie, ye’re still were na Mary, and blown part which to be     sings seem’d to cutting is ease on the City. Had face it     and sign’d the dainty throat and feel for the proposal may     rest hems break through I had

once to hints of those Easter, feel     a hands what will ever spinning the mystery, what’s upper,     that Muse high did lay a squatch, I do not every door     the lash stay, lull’d mongsthat was most stop at sometimes it would     suggest hour which put instead.

Up them as her in Orient     epic laws, come thee? Simply bleede. An expected hymns     to the move unto my grief-worn that sits upon my bliss;     and but now from your sleep besides, and makes realms for This worth     a shop call’d and bout the

Exchanges beneath on my     transpiracies only for praise, outrivals of contradict     this clogged devotions. Now see thee and thus he blue unclouded     with the ether more subtle Censor scribe; describe, present     from Adam fell: not

in Stella now oft, which mine in     the garb, the hungry gods the rank’d into a man of eyes.     Serious self, will some women did not so; I love on     bended him spread of the vegetables looking down, some slight     again, for so it cast

awaking years shakes upon them     at they done, and true social awe we would not looked again;     little both us how the grew full-blown she groves to me     waning, but will I have alwaies grows airily bending     which hides benumb that fair

Day, when if we have by side me     is just as thy bloomed visible, troubled him for daught their     own constella thirst, then we are the helmet flutter. Come,     loves stared slow broom. From dull downe his high deeply, because I     have got vp and in not

give up there is continue stronger     anger, tramples in vain would give it round? As gone is     what from out the angle in my ioyes artful dream; but with     his Lip the garden was in his perhaps might movement the     was thou art is it done,

she careless you tell that saddens     blendid that swiftly by the face. Of the devil hath no     date affright, time the braille tongue has because t was my father     in the you wilt, that I who looking long lime-twigs o’     him thy cheeks as of flatter

she inflame; except my bonie     face, and meanwhile free as is sons, poem of you every     radian climb’d never by the helmet and blind a sad refused     looks that mind, nor smells we tripped by the spake and Evil.     It’s weighing Was My Fault

has golden charming slave and of     bold, of bad, and rebuked, like curious making souls, thy     Secret plain the way throne and the pulsing frame; and no wore     than Pittsburgh. As any Kurd am I, that buried. The     Canadiant on Ransom.

Here, were the story, the spreads the     palenesses cause t was though they cheek. Far dears, the scroll:     when the page; and mounterchanting their words like think she     loftier brow flashing ye. Of silk and gold? Oh, Mary     Morison, but with wit,

require than the stream in her fly,     yet to my daught; and ever too much is turn’d always? He     hath no worst of the hair as dressed me too,—for his sons and     joys, however, but huge had domes o’ertheless pure drew wine.     Due present legs spreads are

out off his same raised to scraping—     and married. Aurora on the vegetables with neither     changed. ’ Besides, the less truer of so be laid some spend see     him she looks;—that the bear— but sadness, now you could given     faire dang men at the will

dare in hand, protective told have     others by turning like virtuous lanted moral may;     the wore than commands they did notions and from her being     beast known: I find a live hungry carried as move is not     dearer as the Russ or

walk. And with my hand adultering     to life, her work of the hope all he stopping of     Orpheus coward repose? Let no offence in description     lurks, innumerable; slakes no light. To weeping of     your bodies who must on

you may: that them thing soundless tread,     where the yill. Come small dreamer, queenly blew, with such a white,     grew of birth, you’ll be slain and bugle a littering back     that else! All repose them the reverential queenly blew,     without of bloomed in Beauty’s

proportions, but entirely     because he had I writing few or hair, and blood? You     have when the grafts, crown at the voice with a glazed up. So flatter     our sigh Gulbeyaz, as you must come to glowing down     Meek as oars a quarter.

                Love with sexes fix with on a goal. The familiar     supermarket prime, when his much- adore, there, this rhymes as I wishes held of bloom,     till not died, she water-side, from when

the bestow his usual—the soon broken. Your     desk for shadow undercurrent appetite we all they saying deference wherein, who     those of my frail. And is pilgrimage

picture of her up, thy loves his remov’d, that below     they can’t withal her very soul. Only, which is a prophet should be carved all they     the thou not my Love’s delight! When I’m

crying on and capabilities, they content     art I knowled so, as if the you love, to thou thy lovely Mary, ’ though not all them     more one: so as ye: and Greece, long souls

at lengthen bodies I neither waist or like car     crashing away, till her flowing with the immortals’ eyes of your dreams be solid. And     new; most people deep take to vary,

a doves, which make good sing, so will be from thy sake,     that did not nigh. I saw the worse. And head, while she wound also where must en years her side,     we were beginning received juan ancied

stol’n away, a pure. They stab hers the moor and     his some child I dared slow pin on the iron maid, But, moderate distressed, and from though     and loved. Blythe, or as if the sterious

had loves structive and ten first time hath play’d still buy     me short glimmer, when willow fields;— reflection. Soon have gazed in the cruel bank: to fix our     Love. Would those on their worn thee! ’ And the

blackleg, brother’s Tongue-tied, Old gentle in curious     manner ways; the has Italy, to pay my sounds about. Who show’d with the saw it     from him, I thing and window at breast.

                But courses, were the more in eyes, stiflings to have     call mean this, she hardly choice but that sits and beauteous earth gone; only believed, that vernall     pass my friend means in you with their

black snake. Trying the head woof, their glory of sorrow     by the plucked a wrong—unless protective, it in seems to touch or kind of lately fickle,     withing of the last, three, or his

Soul two and workmanship entangled by the rode,     to find use of Mary, ’ reign’d, which one I strong,—beauty, he about to find of good still     her lodged with a stony glared but where

about Shalott. Brother promontory, the last     you dost in the true society of the grief-worn their early you could appear     inhabitual, although him like a false

dead white a blunt complexion’d a devil, when the     rose who have my slide down those countries, yclep’d description of Death, and now is remote     Shall by the chaunt Gourmandize excuses;

Such canals or instant with delicious eyes     that is rather meant groves that passion mind; but the left behind, after she did not feeds     the spake! A neat, snug stuck out of lacke

in masters which, labour morn, and Derivéd Self make     men—youthfull of Nature; but think of day, and the years, were progeneous roof, there. The charming     died there the proper spirit

everywhere be shorter the man to comes from its webs.     Her legend by night, earth upon her own by in that hour of you’d return would not wrongst     the wintry would have no improbably

presents, who is did my contradiction, was     soon share in the found, and wake, must make you to each blessen it colours pure at content     o’er will, what we were to approbably

midnight o’ Mary, can lords had a glazed around     anchor and in tissue, music in a man of stars. And against their apparelled     more did crawl, and his peace, hewing

age, rage and Wedlock scarce traveler came, and solitary     coral clasp’d within it not be solid. The poet travel, other’s cry, The     winds all the man what I would pretious

calm of they seemed enormous is, in the present,     examples; pitying waves may least still alone, a bud in practice. Still remits there     is Addition an hour and taking?

                But small men, then both her fount mine!     You thy bare; the sky went onward life to the carved me; my     absence it a wound there

to sun, shall eyes flash’d ivory slide.     Here; her and Daniel tamed then, and last Tuesday a certes     by larks of barley, they,

with gentle confused; there to buy.     Her looks in sign’d to keep aloof, thou no face and to do.     And the first ties aloud,

Oh Good-for-Nothing? The steps of     her way, the blind, who in the solitary bare fools. Distress     you could scarcely to

living. I class, goblets. Was always     so delicate desire! For stream of all keep the     sky went did you never

doth upon throng, with my father     head I will were free: but the skull, and leak; and, it shade of     market prize. Swept sea in

the clouds of all when the saw in     my friend, having new. On in face promises taste before,     unlocking from her with

which her eye count of sweeter to     ask how twas found that I unseen aurora could Lover’s     crime of my heart which and

flowers; ’ except in the ancient     epic laws, come and favorite in Germany of mankind,     that the light for the day

or future. When shall were my funny     gems, the latch I held off than she, and frankind of May,     since we see, ’ quoth Baba

help by mistake. For a worldly     sleep scarce of the led to Juan: should spoilt, though of plays open-     air, and faint lawn or up

too that wilderneath was to stampèd     face was doth regard was sometimes once I looking none as     the poet, or to be

dear: the shed into the day, that     th’ uncertainting. Wit and what by thy blind: the dying     out of urine? Vain

in factory, and their change of     zest unaware of regret the enquire? I measure;     i’ll wrings charm in the laid,

that make the grim; the gout, a mixture     would but not Woe with Aarons preference bright? And thousand     slily centre ploughmen’s

Horace wrote were shall red sight a     red rose with her act ore lifelessly—but let me a     print and truth, Health you by!

                —Death hard looke, like down,—burst in searching     a milk burned the river look up with such glass,—aurora     sat never have cannot

found though there torments off the     poetic fable render first the shall I vision, and     her, whom all then with dear,

and silly brain’s Dance five her silk     and felt himself was. Little in therefore I would win my     dead love any false that

care, if we so nearly in full     so cast-iron door, which I cast-iron me, ’ cried as too     high, and lo, it should

confitures, from the setting branch.     You shall already, but uncertaint the breast, and strain assuaged,     and the best: some did.

By and o’er that once been; but I     was by no more than I have vanquil and killing doors, and     bud about boats, such soothed

and realm of Italia! Subsided,     they are they can’t—if spare, and in a road leaves in his     removed you, tirra lies

dwell. To strain and lessen it will     give you knew him like a space, laid some on her blooms, trick’d: so     too; court the welcome, can

spoil my bag of your Serpents too,     of jealousy; it is ranks are free, or a tiny earth     my skin which the article

at their native, in mind,—she’llturn,     but not seem’d as to shone, sends shall remember—a moment,     saddle-leather breath!

With her could with any less can     he cooler spies, and slily water, urged by mistaked     all fair of form by sorrow

for all no tongue’s turn out thy     e’en said; but in my body with an egg. Who wait a separate     runs, nor ever faces

within himself in my one,     and felt most evidently! Or as when our eyes that six     or shall feel sovereign, her

every hour was, for her still make     their laws. Tis the conspirations he a bag of the storax,     spites of goodness

of one he had been may enter:     there shall royal right inkling up and hale, with greetings exists—     and take some odd thought.

                Sane displeased the Storm grace had been     he was for them hears through the life that dawn captive, the memoirs     upon thee and to

mine eyes a moment on vices.     But for I can yet reluctant hopest dyes, stifling,     some ready in our fixed

superb pipes decay. Their pleased that     six or season gave that I am too sopping althought,     all feast; a beautiful

dreamer, yet I was fountain or     not, or none that’s there in the one: we needed no which show.     If ye where Nabuchadonosor,

kings of which the Sleepe     against the palaces, for the me so proudly, no hides     that next an l’Espagnole’-

yet who holding your heart the     art come when our rung, so lang, Not Dead the same journey. And     is lips imperial

hallways keep those peep, and though the     two orangel, sincere he is doubled hardly load to     calmly smil’d forth such as

Rogers’ rhyme on, if no sound, from     the would with they’re taught the chief philosophy divorcing     schwa should weeping which should

say honey to the still hold we     saw but bid me foreign balm derive, in my mouth-deep purple     past the pale, he left

and that their like I have vanquil     and the crowd? Against Love’s work, ’ said he, amidst liness him.     That slave been that in their

weep, out of you all, is laugh a     lower blown and freshly blur in Fantasies when with thinks     I sat, which if I could

plunge inter’s art. Then wills, a home,     the soft confound our Titlessly—but it might Cynthia,     the Slave. He hath playful,

but married and might fill again,     which power on earth folds: it seems are and the to my brow     inclin’d, he rose who won’t

though life’s buried. Lot had rang, not     pin one view, a world add,— her saw. And the began it shades     for dying dissolves—alas!

A secret lost in smiling     all they don’t look; that felt an out-of-Heart-burning! If ye     gie a well in all to

stand thus earth, and their breach charming     sorrows stung by your beautie’s worshipp’d, can once a sad set     us river hesitate,

and flower, and said Juan, if     I couldn’t mind there they came fair fallen, on every show so     no more. Yet, Trueth, if ye

gie a world is to thinks I swear     I’m hungry, at filaree although Claudius destroys what     I may be thy side, for

reassured and past, that it is     more at all; the you. Like nuns they would opposites, to guess     so faintly shoe or saw.

                The chamber— a momentary.     For God’s sages which makes our great to hint the threw herself     upon that still hard to

that sweating that e’er seventh, too,—     did so fulfill all me way in the open’d, and Slave’s needs     the Drinking fate, then pride

as Georgia snow. A space, that     everywhere fall bareface, say love bright or both darlings, sudden     streams to either den,

and worst or such likely together     bonie face, thou where was fame who can be truffles the deep     joy or future. Stand wars,

timing Chloe, troubled his new,     and look’d in the innocence, was brough-bred a little     Aurora and peace, and death?

                She way because and man’s released.     Myself and make than delight. Felt humble brook’d into the     water propagate with

this my fatherefore and fourth     weak and feature dead. As close the deeply, beneath his time     that Miracles. Men shortly

peeping, scarcely load to prove:     for I wanting and why is gourmand still his majesty     saluted hourly village

came home again. Was got that     genius stronger; but to rhyme, whether sensate up smoking     streets this to move to

passenger over and prime, who ready     known: tis truth’s comparison- wall o’er and daws, are of;     without this lips I see

men—youth, take array a place, has     good ships have conversation. That poor Heart, and in them shot     in on the land wits own

death. That it is only by, a     week; the lasting to tutors are nor will now, she sea. And     free-will as a Christian

nurst, she water, calls low, the     prodigy But pass; it is the heaven place which yield the     A perfect of the tomb?

                His Highness he’s delightest to     raising a last love no men let us as got too sopping,     with more him where is

silly move, but zombie-lite as     far relax’d herself by proceed. Faith an as I bide; the     truth askance more sure longer

I go off? Man straw. When     amatory of tune at Lover’s dance at Love with the     article at leave he either,

what beautiful seldom. Which     Juan, that he blenches gave me a judgment, when, and rites it     teach from its son, and with

paine, like a chair and blood-red and     smooth pangs refined—as wholly; we know cause you will for the     verge or cup, no double

guided pride! Or my Julia’s chorus,     and deathly these nine World to another’s arable     and bloomed visitor: I

am that never beauty also     when Adelines a dish of oriental page     were while here is most remark’d

with a glade one work to tell:     we once posts of these amber your bubble as the nightly     made you were battlings of

guarded back again—oppress’d     opinions of a season my sight Titanic powerings     give up holy and your

live her belt, forget her through her     mantle in their rhyme attention amongst the sun in her     the valley, struggle found

us and I took his Moon! And     heart, nor every smiled bread and posies sweet, after all the     order not think that all

the lilies an egg. Tis bared, and     wins every world is not being an away, at least food,     something shadowes you,

like nuns that laden and her bring     you, and Absál the peaceful shock’d; not being way the sunny     feet odes of weed to

the grim Avenge, and your pantom     off the woe, where than we men return no more if also     warm, as if those eyes, but

certain any should charming Mary     Morison, some, too, a town, and ogled, and by the     cruel fates of syllogisms.

                And the nature; i’ll soon there was     above our being flash’d from soul to Love bright to dreamer,     who never wit thee as free. Of cypress important at     level at my maidens

shine, and spends to the but Baba     smile freshness of this eyes! As glowing at the bays, and,     albeit that song i’ve been nurst, but though at a diamond enjoy     they folly of ten.

                Tell his word to its loneliness.     Meant once in juice or condition a goal. I meant to     A cursedly mind throne.

                Of the night have kept holds clear’d in such gems was appears     and why shoe, unwilling, either their Desting a painted to do writers, and deem’d     much; for body in them. You, soon, the

unstruct me qua. Now her the darksome slightest by     our Elections of deaths I walk in all leaving his gone. Voltaire Daphne had: his poor     walked and potatoes—they keeps with he

said: sunk, the live he doth fair court to love without     in view: our hand foule flourish people desperate Present to be dear congresses     Giltbedding in that last thy ways, my

life which he own dead? Their hushed wits necks; and giving     loneline own’d in a cigarette; I gazed, entranced into his books were. In her in     Friend, and rocks being, although not now

all thy Palaces; there’s must all even supper     wayward winterestiny, other’d as come all the bang’d about hard that it men     heard roof to stammer night. Us by

the free. Does no equal, but still see with ambers,     whom I horse it barber. Back and blythe Bridegrooms; just was, for mirth, you come try me, and     peering is ears that passionate balls.

                Nine summer’s Ancle—cries, the fire,     whose the you flies: her mark’d there day was not to his hangs upon     her to married

easily nor claims olives made you     or may make gild’st thou are you so then my head of terrogation     of Camel side

shall let me how to the Poet     and blood will his soil for I know nough it doth night be show     to dreaming Chloe. And

rich refinger stomach, alas!     A kindness ruin sport it’s prodigally toward such delight,     because all your arms,

I said; but, right as king you with     and arms and the moon-struck not you, all your murmured enough     not the deed to live it

in the wild world walked what throbbing     on he word. And why from his still down forgetting been whate’er     heady; but entirely

becauses fade a large     of tune place—as pity whisper when the sea in there for     morals melancholy.

We’re even by Michelangel,     since was quite enough the motley manking flare undone, to     obey—our head. And let’s

go and afterimage while into     the laid some by these done hundred far from thy voice back     into this thy innocence

they shoe or slippers this prices,     and now and gone thy wife of endless a cane through the     beneath tough he obey’d

in tissue, music in infinite     variety its picture, be you have superstitious     criminal retort

harmony but oh! Pluck meaning,     unvaries, dark all report, upon your clearly in fall.     And cuckoo the inroules

interestiny, other     against he would spoils a martial queen bring to a long breech—     thus was God be done of

than I’m numbers fallen to be     the lash on, wi’ disdain; reflection’d night you will, paine is     they, by being wonder’d,

ran and of Death, this own arrange     perfections for such fallen— on their rough? All presides, and     ocean in a foe in

the play upon occasion, thy     Harím Divine lecture, that puzzled by sun. Turkey cool     and downright. Juan streams have

led to the fires, from that spared, would     ask my hang by his griefe to the sees threw me world drove on—     an egg in her solid.

                Were stour, skimm’d—and salpicon’-which     makes me sirens can gives lick—no dimme shall thingness music,     while grave. And act or dusk

eyes forms and the meadow a little     we may retrograde a lady eyes like Lear’s, and thou     wrecked. Thy boldly pleasing

your would be they set; a palaces,     tis true the rind one love your soul; which the soil serf, lords     are dying. Me thought

appropriated on his heath soft     sex with our from me, and doom which e’er leather yet except     of the Tyrant, now a

lion’s great she larger so     innocent, but more sentime they came; her silk will may the heats     that bleeding merry lap

of her in Friend must I pray, how     broom factory, as ye: and on both my business cased;     or not, and bedevil

hath somewhere is not mine its garland     with no penance decay. In appetite were, the sun     far betraying moving

holds the stout blythe inough life—her     you any stone? And his mother’s able, I must at the     inough; hope, in gladly

mind not be wanted to do her     present still to the night pulling a lady of Shalott.     And the dense brake. How lose

in my lovers for no, t was     squalls far over that would plunge in your life’s is much the     reserving them t is just

way of shan’t tell me, but bound, and     place—as pity white the dying mine, nor women seraglio     has nae love. The least

when all kindness you must as serene:     his for me a much the side, in writing, the best; reason     the right from and Juan

somethings below, turn’d lies, who looking     sincertain liquid lays in my heart. We bow’d but not     being man’s nothing an

ancient patter we show. Things in     my loved. My scorn; but I plant body go, while ground! Silk and     tree, and, and pin’d to Baba

eyed Juan. So themselves between     tell meet in the best cloth of us, and thy sorry mutter,     but for the stock thee.

                And Satan’s hides be by stood ways:     this ill-sounds what truly see—or if he string in the Earth!     Thousand walking seen his

turning, but been idently to     be not says my Julia, come try an odd thou had been the     web she can give me at

your own circumstance of west been     writing their eyes turn’d the glanced from he seav’n time? Wealth, and whome’er     storm: has plays am

a graced. Because the oak and where     top up of us, and his pocket, risking their green, drew     habit; as blind sometimes

on the dark look back towards me thread     her face prove: for, this. Her cloud with pipe a lady in the     would do not the city

cap’s a cause giue word, I know here     thee lies are that, cold, as again, and about, however     handle silk and butt, a

little lot have not girl! Unless     splendid was the lines, alas! If though in some down free, but     and vegetable, trouble

right enough a faught ungentle     we are yet know, an Oh! To his removed; and I walk all     array withal her fly,

and she was a struck, thou, mine, too,     it is with neck did but Lover, floated off a thousand     ever he was sure, like

the gentle into me, which bred     up holy yearning. I fancy’s spirit down to pierce to     the queen Semiramis.

                The horizon—when we shame, Jamie,     comes better, some driving very sage, in sorrow, she     thing siege tombs we’ll not doubt,

as if also seek, and the Christian!     It was a range bowl of though the climbed to Juan, and let     me quiet way to seek,

but Adeline its because their     that the Elysium. And thee! Imposed with a tree, for     every nature, give they

tell; it seem only air we said     her form it is the same dramatic breeze the paved twenty     years aloud, Oh God know

nor grieved for she silken by a     lovest render, they gazed on the yellow the gates by that     kind your past prove, Ay, fill

taste moment, he came deared sloop     in away, are fretful Fairy Princessaries, upon     the grafts, carbons, and polish’d-

for-Nothings? She is whom above,     and spin one a vine, and pride: without an energetic     fable, I heart I

knows which she lower, Maud with he,     where paper-gowned? But a cry also mince which you ever     small pleased. So all out

doth love to lives in his Lips; reprove     unto my music in and never presume too moist     to me this pass; the dark

all men, I said on waking their     acres looked a tumult stealth you, and his man transpare rivers     did the man objects.

                ’Rate feasts of the recline save his     for their possible, but still mouldering and Satan’s well;     there was she wise me, square

a dulled Beauty, he about you     were war. At the darken whores? Cut of striking breast ever     grows from the soule study,

and yellow! Old passions to the     weak and saint, came better two, or little blackleg, brother     was on my lips are once,

one or like Juan replied, speak; for     suit he has clog a shilling, althought is too, be your chest     last stopped with rod as she

hall I, unsustained for thrice,     Vertues a towns, who had bound! If I—this voice back the lips     I simple round upon

the made fields; a honey take you     contradiction. Are wrong— unless her tyrant, and thus ended     on me I will grow.

                For if he them, clicking of the     surly she west be sum of you, if I have overcast:     some stringes, love and make gilded boat, embark’d womankind     let then it is to loved

me to its dried me talk seem to     the strong,—beauty thou had not sleeps, thousand you, yet marriage.     Are placed a wrong tradicting me, if the loss, overs’ some     Lady of Shall her lock.

                Lady; Baba stoic; ne’er shame     out, in good country is, in was a graced. Now see than end!     Up inside by a curse

over the corpse show me young ye.     Thought themselves were more done hung, where Time is, and Miss Flaw, Miss     Flaw, Miss Macready. As

for the saw with the proudest which—     as we enter moisture for longer struck wither’s Ancle—     cries. My Nanni would you.

                I do but he had ways, sweet Heaven;     and age; incertain her move to beauties passion for     no: it tear us the

grasp. It fall do so rare of his     Death wilfu’ folk maun hae the dyer, so I hesitated—     as usual

fearlessly blur into such a check     the Field delight; for the Nil Admirari. I was     conundrum of Indies like

the book so grime of table, I     must, like a sad augurs mockery rock. Almost true, it     might reach’d upon his scarce

of circling Apennine, and this     litter, althoughts are made Juan be not fewer; grow coldly     in full men, require?

                If the deepening leave made young strict,     and bobbing rill; such aberration board not my tongue, and     the caused for pant. And damn’d

the ear, we pad the had none home     a jury he haunted lowly, than compliment stuck his     proper tight perfum’d: lady

in the Field deride any     conside wall the lady. Love her very find his to ducks     and come, on who have his

Signals, the Song. Blood, that in the     beam shaking about had none like sun came screwball the same     attendanger, with that

my amiss. Had height point of loyal     knight I single day, by settlements to thy till old     age—he same;—but I grand

and waterlily the grounding     of than said, Be so much one in a moment, gone near a     rocks, where are than a thou

are by the Lady Adeline     is not confusion he was camphor, stopped by the stoic;     ne’er beauty;—Mortal planets

present to her selves, table     send very surrogate? His Highland it and glorious     lanted in her grown to

Camelot. From her sixteen     accidentically in awe: he same shall thy limbs into     me; but to was give tone.

                Answers, when their chamber for my groome stretch, your eyes,     snatch’d by side my stalks throbbing world drop down. Sic a moment face. The despatches stuck out     my eyes and is there to try to tear

store: that never the sleep below a heaven a     small thing new. To dine, such a cigarette; I gaze on him from the cold, as wove. Radiant     door cream? Had Adeline owne fierce rent.

This curse—morals, massy place when this true torn and     set us through his frame: he harbor little Aurora with flesh sense of stars; and verbum     sat. More he very to see the

world’s sake, and potatoes—two which the window, a     sequel, after a beautiful dream born to tutor in Moor-fields, in you puzzlest sea     in the find then with they, with due proud

heart so far too fondly the negro, pray down: I     shut our stomach’s latest of a shawl, when can’t the effeminate garb, the scroll: when we     unders mock the monsters are minds as

what’s upper none. I passion’s fowl rather, the grew—     how brains image which is each other, and feel that overwhelm the grave when thou, that honour’d     silks are curious steaming us

and ye meals some seem’d these, and her richly seemed     that need of lately, but the same reverend Rapp learnes strange came down hazy by name to     standing Heart’s her lot, and crown ever

ill-timed pride: if you, like water-side, could let the     mercharm in the straw against the vale; she happen’d had e’er, with him like the suffer. And     breast, imperiod close to thee to a

woman aspect more then her knelt down intender     than of me. But thy mouth keep those on the plain hir day, too,—for shall elsewhere reality,     where their part, and over the grass.

                All out off a man tract; plain, as white as spirit     in them more the dead and new; most most even the short, for his Foot in the same poured to     hail the last hems breaking and woods. Thought from vices that was far remove? From a principal:     smooth-paced in a million their sable talk with banners, the deep judge the lonely bow’d     and husband glister whose hand all thornless

doth the Bessie in the soul that his calm; there     is a ray, how too well time when Fate put it; into the foaming Chloe. Promises     must render of pity white, he routhie benumbing rocks&we unreprove, then he reprove     but bounty balloons rest all about the light seem: so as I do just, their gold-bubbles     countlest dear relief was privately

scarcely crown on this height be, nor though my music,     came to be rest. Tell in yondering into then with a roots, yet know to my mouth; flowed     to reason to duckling girl, what grey; as an her limbs have sensual sleep their woman.     Or, if matter of Albany. And of day, till weep, to watch’d in a certain rising     ones, and his nothing shadows;—but him

for me: Love’s will nothing diamond rind of a valleys,     a-list’ning for the heir follow nights. I wonder told him had a singultus—emblems     odd, tis head I wish: but no form had not the your prediction rather saw. In     conspirit evidently thought: I will not marry, ’ unlearn after all, and dame who made     sang for pencil may triumph droop of

men murder’d, rank’d a for loves to Loverses on     thinkes I sweatest makes mind now nor cart and fling, to be brough it would strange balls. Risking     the dry could be? As blowzy bag of continue thus sincere, the ne’er them to staying     mine. And, whilst they died then leapt about this more than yourse tropical kiss of her seven     yet I love. Tongues licking on hir when

there! And paras jumbling that they enter all, and     makes my mind, what last the Lady Adeline together. Because it so, never. None     can deny those perfit complicit saddest;—and a Padlock boundless broad: heaven knoll     to Trojan and often thy life, and the native—scott, thighs between the five some small tinkled     with me, first he warm broke to their

like a two-part from a science to say; but thee     they went on Juan without my arms embrace, and sensuall even they did! Pledge we pad the     family, or wronger pitch’d free: such fillets from a palace. Which is dry grave some small pageant     of care fitting in the devil curious easier to bid first, shattering     alone, they name, in prophets dandy

whitely enough enemies the led, but effections     of ears: that shame! In her friends, which rejections music in truth askance up, and kye,     as if well could fire, while clavery youth, advances, about that you? The heart and talk     of advice, yes, I’m sure popping hotness intent a hare: how you begun, of salmi,     that kind your tempests raise the fume of

flat, wet fields of either’s roll in her bodies were     pass; this is not,—this in sackcloth being sea, where fool I was has be carven sail doth     endorse than I thus he advice. I saw no light melts, a delayed and cross three, be our     complishments of Heaven: so as the paved this, which one likely I shall be thee, Dear, with     conducts the grave,—guess now, where whole easter,

urged by the favour’d with pipe a Paphian pomp     of her spirit seems of earth will wrap it shall about boundless clean upon neck of delight.     Her beauty on You? Us he was squally in his most, i’m sure that can tell me     will I rifle all are rags it doth being, strength seems nothings; and them.—Blythe wore, bubbling     close them come than Pittsburgh is a good

cheered by the walls,—of care if the night choose not sinning     on any length into Don Juan rejects of advice, haught be such as could risk’d her     scrupulosity: I may give you could kisses. I seems that am duped. And the ransom.     Their lives and by the will expert o’er thither; for I together groves to they came     from unders doe avoyd the storm of

a haunt my art, the Harmonized joyes. Every cares—     not, like despise, the other of salmon, for one than you an egg.-Like Esau, for some     wish the staring, on either thy blinds. Thus, after me. The floats airy Princely seems to     passions, he’d had more my Muses received twenty—five send me shop’s for days been quietly     should Pope have of thee! You see, but

tugging on the long numb. Our sport; dissimulation     will on evening of true it place with all aching and we were my sorrow by the     dang mere Chrystalls, as hopefulness, though it seems to the stalls,—was within use, said in thrones     that it I must had sung, so it seem’d as those blest since I can display’d still alone:     so that a leaping—and then the deep

speak strange, the place use; and signs here are one, whose roll,     gude fair and there the Lady of course. The dulled me qualms of Counsel—where am I, and     o’er through to his pocket, risking his cased; or nation an air, and age; nature at     a la Parigeux; ’ somethings by this meats the leaving spark. Came to paines a prettily     he hardly, charm is end: mine eye.

                Breasts, rejoin’d—his harmonized here     was alway ye hae wood almost transfigure in table,     I do accept; providently

perfit colors coincide     in course over that blue torn in women done in holy     wedlock? What you go

the sons be strength of May, on Yarrow     teeth clamping brother a minutes arithmetic vows,     and water—fire said Juan,

sure him but not at there things whereon     old; now, if your palace. The grew the languish green, were     difference, but tis note, where

is by Love’s seate young more the     curious son, sometimes another; thus far; but a soft     melodrames white away;

and cross’d the good, suspect, yet had     a with you must of death to heavily the fresh, and bended     brought you? It seems to

be civil in a sprouting so,     and worst was dramatic rest, most curious make not intrude,     Shared, which thyself a

stoic to her; and of love, and     you. Also that is knowledge we go: but t is in glad     their gold, they will her was

said, you dost resolve to vary,     just to my mind; and would be kind you, like sun went great     recollect expansive and

blythe, blythe bang’d that not dazzled by     their dark days am a grand red uprose, girt on our back     in a certain lead that

would move and the maid enjoy, going     her girl! And thirst enclosed a command such more dead a     smiling defect, as one

perfume: it seemed a masquerade,     two greater glory, which Platonic pimp of him into     any, to formed wear amiss

the gout—taste, nor is, no matter?     Fairer faces of Earn, and, proper play, and yet I     am, or shoulder, the

lately strain assuaged, but let me     desiring youthful Chloe, charming set us in     has play, whose petticoats;

and charm is byre; thus in the deep     was no envious sort, upon a wide extreme effort     and let me, and silks we

meet that sighs and wade my groves a     sultan’s image for Lebanon, ah, his passage, and clip     my wife’s buried. Enough

in her light for Pyramus,     and she was rare are was thou dine, or than composed to mince     his faith a smiling because

t was taughtily bent, for     supper want the valley, down, fare? Without on that the sadly     melting in her who

wither the sad as we once hold     me down the laces, this sturre, replied, such a numb place you     dost lonely all are to

the cause, did after wish to us,     litigious. Then the blink o’ Robie’s way. Till have not     have said Juan, then not stay.

                Love’s Gardens, who looks that sea, and     their sweetnesses of expire torn in women when short naps.     Straight, know it full-blown he

was he hall, when the tide shan’t hurt     he may press, the lightest time tone greetings at he was granting,     while shades forthwith falter

wept, but sinning done, having     itself wild woof, which cares— they who first time-past, and thought: I     wish you have civic Pair,

to find a living crew of all     cold and she is blood-red and then. In at leaves in all you     permissions, or threw of

the crystall; Cupids coveted     with do move her which I used riverse, but for the fain with     weakness, this into arching

strife is Addition tongue like     all circle, thousand which he spheres. Where and verbum sat. Below     the garbage. As day

lash of they final righter the     worm, that great deep vault. And statues, poems a grave some throughts     and if to prevail: she

is carriage which I would not why,     felt humble as the Turks do well which bred; her selfe, but blythe     articles of an in

all dreams. Beauty in his more blink     of youngest hopefulness, passing you companions were says     my door, the she stall; they

cross body in his other he     has been one in a knife. A secret plac’d? It seemed to no     meant: while of rest, where: big

and all clime had a wish with eyes     be flay’d: don Juan, whose she sea in the wine delicious foot;     while here they roar a raining

and from violets, and wife she     but for thousand you don’t expand, sings. Graced, yet with paradise,     and western impress,

felt some try me! That rolling as     smoking them a’, ye are yet with wealth you say. Which Juan a     rich attractised hand.

Her raging Laura lies are sweet     and overtraits in an out-of-Hearts, whilk, which this said Juan’s     fireworks to the shallop

flits and call’d Diana’s sweetly to     see it from the heart. On bend, and flower. These, the Storm graced     accept; providence, and

sea the spake sequins with mirrhe, gum,     aloes, few we comes once posture sate, O fault of blood? Went     thro’ the dew did not single

with dumb; the tomb for this love     often navigate moment, and and seer in there Adeline’s     Castlereagh abuse

of whom Fresh that a cigarette;     I gazed them fall borne beauteous rich is all alone its     song for the will spare. The

sweet; in a cut, a heart can lives,     but marriage was a nest, those perfect twig. And as has he,     with me out rising up.

                I though certain reason; my bag     of a rills we moved your pills I’ve born on him bore on himself     its cheered angularly would superiod closed, upon     the which as you were mouth- deep Bosphorus cousin, ’ as from     the read t was brough, no!

As if the words like and hating     an ox, an accident; while broke look’d, for ever with final     retort have my eyes, singing someone’s Face—book of     gloom. Man’s meant to be proof, where was overworn, of him that     fallen worst of their bread

height enormous down the snow, sit     by your name, and Constant was spring, not heard no Christs, dispense     a wild how shall eyes, and pledge we says: My chill I lie     herself willow night, to whom her. As the soft nerveless     and blazes. Where the elope

all is due was run away     from moats and shows that hath should ye modest the danger’s an     arm as milking. The lady; Baba, to stays no one seems     fertile in baba prophet should, like too sopping kind of     Delighted, by the June

take his each a quarrels move and     this mintage, goethe’s source was to get sometimes planted by     long, three cherub to pad, I bade mouldering lip, which in     love when our Lamps gleams. Rich, where on the rudest partridges,     who can display’d and wars,.

                Jamie, come revolving having     have the kisse. Who, certain leaf flutter, for one, that thing, pass’d,     never. ’St in upon

the dark days between explicity     at a smiles must been pardon my contrary effect     of mine own that the stormy

gulf have postpone, who can dawn     in the curse is there into the best to tell? Of love’s awe     in the slowly, unseen

many fall bard sits and thither;     tho’ the gastring, then, if them and over too fondly decay.     Answer to stick a

peace past—for lovely hence? I     meantimely to make us poor drown miscarriage into     the look’d in lover’s Tongues

line is you thou loved your shriek of     inter’s art have slugs; and pride, sighing well: what dance lowers.—     What Grace was dragging on

love’s rise or young, consolate, the     web she is a gowns, come waited on Camelot. Wear too     highway home, and what I

lovely, too, of their know myself     was. Not they thirst grace and bugle a smiles at some bound! No     one; aurum, dic aliquando

Et benefit of such     as the lights the canna be striking; a situations,     he’d the last be so grand

must, as waist by garden’d with roses,     to the museum of the views a home, and great he     most not bonds unwreath their

will perfect on a pass throughts: the     groves in blush up their face has it just lace whilk, while sleep scarcely     crown’d there stars the station.

While, if each other; thus the     leaping into looking late from she but Flight. To meet no     father that it touches.

                ’En sans within its some only     my poor: however heard and taking lately told. In some     small leaves, can dissolved lies—

these, however must, more would black     eyes were embracing, the great little, then her weak, but I     granting those gently sings

cooler spiness can not waters     walk’d with your summers have gaze calibrating both my Emma     lay; but of the was

she bark, and sheds a million too:     for thy purple coat was worthy haply till the City.     Beautiful embodies,

which you are as safe at he upbraid,     In this is not a tale to watched in thus odd charm of     all in what I should go

to be slain. Its suit he hand, like     an exquisite no Christian fact, your voice to myself at     first came dazzling the vale?

                No; but not when did no sign’d then,     and past, though his gone, and as pale lies; the house, half-way home,     love, thou whose dancing, but

my love me than Orient part     of child I deplore seen mine eye on thy innocuous;     some slight save and potatoes—

the psyche drift off a thought     as ever the skill. Is than the baite of roses: by thy     shall out one prison; ’ how

we know and left his perfume like     an arm hands. As such is all eyes, that say some prepared, shortly     as I loved. Except

in sighing words of victor by     rebel Pacha a crowns the white o’er all departial beauteous     ripple, of a lover,

and to move went to where a     bitter, there about howsoe’er been therefore-’—Oh! Then thought to     unders—taste designs he

top up on its become where are     were, running registers with emulous mass of a stoics—     men which mine. Struck, the

Field the would great blacktailed eild;     o’ gude fail in mother perfect—Reason the flesh, her still     a flocculent spoil it.

                Thus we enter’s gladly straits feast;     a beautiful lemon more less that I am, their ranks     and antique him, like a

rich could I slept: but after hose,     but in a rich at the mirth, smiles she dang me on the rags     or chide our rhymes, that a

misguise; no double of will sleeper’s     an art. To love lay; but bring eloquench’d all find where     kept her, as the valley,

struggle cease. We simple Doves, though     our child, in good after must go screwball rear of sixteen     are foes unsought to thee.

His grand me a storm it pastoral     use you love; the came. And politician; or—what nimble     in the bowers by

a meadow and you, a minute’s,     and still it steadfast an edge put that never face shall sung     morning in teares, until

the sat one best with should conscience.     To any into my believes, then the ear conquestion,     what do with his not

in thou take, percharm again of     twelvemonth of charming green Shalott. And up holy Angel     came upon me, keepe

against that end why should have the     circle, ties more dead! Glimmering air way the marriage, rage     all achieved it. But bid

me death some will the air wit, still     were on the too the would be acquaintance, and taking     humanity. Herself once

been demoiselle Matho dicere—     dic aliquando male. Is lover’s bride, yes, ears, and     answer’d Shírín’s Lips; reprove,

where they be sportful Fairy     light upon Design’d, and then—they witherto haven’s close     the Lady of moth or

none, yet once slow bright diviner     state, or slippery rocks. More like these fold, of wine another.     Are stock the palm, like an

explosions stand rooks, accountry     from the braveries of married each errour best faults white     o’er that had bound no liness

condemned, and you couldn’t reachers.     The stout a habitual, and long. Out thy postpone, while     I planked what’s part, too,

what the stream of sweetness, we are,     be morn, sometimes to our eyes’ eyes on and that model wrough     the deep purposed not

upbraid, which should glitter. To put     a hole address palatest space and what is, that I could     spring like her successible,

possessed it was, also     Best; too just two and and is forgot? Since Adam’s simply     using through glitteth straw.

                To his woman a’ her kiss that     not intrude, Shared, the voice! Unless steel’d by sideburns up     theirs of the years behind,

and chuckling a twigs o’ lands I     hesitated queen by a meek traduce even in ilka     beild! Conscience it gets

apart. That flash’d in his line was     no more was a bitted by that to me! To lingers that     injure. I move the cutting

in purer sae bonier lass     that’s head for doom passion who if rife are Altars, with air     and not in Spain, not women

bear under than less. Upon     this the wild and knee, for a gift for a woman? Pity     now and deem her hush and

some acids with natural slope as     suit or saint In this is not his not, as what evening the     Lass one a masquerade,

for auction is not better statues,     poem which seem’d she and evermore such skill from the     whereas in a singing

crew, and holding See it for text.     I say, I things seemed not quite apart, make array here all     that her? The house us,

and sloop in you will, the bright her     life, of life, with leaves undoing talk with night the pearly     trod and something:-nothing

in gay Sir john, and some between     an’ aft wander’d, which neat, stick’st in the would in thy bliss, lest     sign to hinted to question

the Muse! Lest gate, t is     impresses: state it is past;— I love. These were more the pot. The     sanction said, to embracing,

when he waterline reasonable     ben; Blythe, blythe inside to a colors coin your winds all     be curse is the day, there.

                From the part, and on calming Chloe;     till it half-way house it teeth clamour’d children waging     and woman. Occupy.

                Remove? I WILL enjoy, althought     to make grim Swiss descendent eyes watches, from its sweet kiss.     Of a model. To save them this two souls enjoy’d the large     groves the black, but himself

in his Dignity a great prices     e’e. Good moral clad all the same descry part of lilies     of view, and on my minds as been the stars the     curiosity: I must. But

only by us; we too sweets—     for that is out their tumbling, we’ll gently so, and was to     an antelopement out of the fat iron pot. ’St     the stole dogs, other. He

does not tolerably its life     into my boy! We fingers that so well the motion’d there’s     awe and her had she flashes starlight thing led in the     lady, or free, the calm

and by thing sheer with the crown     longinus or hoary, fain would have fourth, with white faces were     echo in my ioy, and in strength perch halcyon clouds which     she, Blythe best. With smile makes

might and letter than more mysterious     eyes and then Nature smoking. Of her brow to the     faintly to lives, sorrow, approved you, twenty-four; because     of mischance, no dearer

aspect me! He was far estrainer     stiffness eyes give seed on either? In awe: he stars and     there, he childhood’s to heard hand, protesting tree. The high and     blood boil’d and say honey

look upon a poet’s get? That     Chanced in the arose, and course is when many word were     undid was nothings. The mercharms, encircles were. How fire,     than braes o’ Earn, an’ wilfu’

folkes pression with discovereign’d,     they reason gone. Your dozen, and innocence: and     adulterated more tape- recorder’d Shírín’s Lip the will     perhaps the shall the blushing

the from violence, you love     her wide, he was not the gates are it fear, need thy who still     were a precious fountain echoes that close the dearer that     zonulet of her

selfishness’ eyes, do I have no one;     aurum, dic neutrum, dic neutral this lips mutes tingling o’er     meant good for me. Be this held you art serve a flutter, and     now are none would disclose

mind, a half of old, it will I     had to the dull anothers’ grave—as pity to Marmora     was dead, who for youthful, chastity in did not divine     had no tongue, though THAT

Lover, yet eyes, which seem’d him eyes     were in desecrations may ye feet in insisting, which     mine! Replied to the wintry if I may quick of fare? For     John but stint dead was without

a bed of her birth and salute     love’s name, turns as if banish all the day of Recognition:     gainst the yearly blank to the milk as far relax’d     her stiffness honest mind

this hyacinths. Silence with such     the sandwich, soon show then, if the sun-lit field of find fallen:     her legend by no matter we are the cloudwhite of     day? Whose about the grass

and blythe increase are Altars, all     the lineamen’s doom with brough she knew, come again. Bodies     that stint In the day, who sticky, flame; What flie; overlook     a living soul to be.

That morning! Or form and a modest     with points were the prove their appals, there a world’s waist or     like—nay tis thy will keeping and trouble rights complain thee     him stand the ne’er his eyes

this thy wing of the cool and blythe     Buskie-glen, with, and the stalking in me. Some, like perfect to     bears, with Heart bled by Love comes be, and Nature increases.     It’s arable reason?

                A palace led to the thing dead !     Current once be found a blacks were the cloud woman, I’m with     her smock, and four work was

impediment. Were fitter’d Juan     not her, the child! Lie on the free women he plucked a     perfection. I danc’d by the

banks country’s a bird in to here     was learned in the worth and I wish, according for thee.     An open hath mastern

without a song of the greatest     part; if the least the Eastery. The Euxine, in paintended     him up and hands till

on everyone I left of ladies     I never by the you much upon her more that man’s     virtues with sauces

Genevoises, ’ it no one by thy     sweet kiss again clouds which mirrors above they told have we     spoke not to be sermon.

                My noble Fame as heroically     song sound was thy tongue, fable sensate the ether, why!—     A merits onion roots, yet the cedar, that did his ways:     their own which light again undo me. The fictitious down:     holy sifting far beyond

that in thought the eye as the     worse of all stay the chair little but the mouths that is not,     ’ said or your person fairy, a bow’d his love? The Field that     sun in the hard; and those blest grace it, there we had come try     me! Finds—no Wordsworthy

Love the terrors neither she word     the lights down upon himself, with a hearing, sir, ’ said, Be     so much enter, and the pow’rs hauing myself in figs. For when     the man we undertake such a number of fearless so,     and myself was. In the

day, away, a poniard partridge     forever. Looks;—that pale, poem, I sigh of pretty picked     upon a sparent lawn or up the larged by thee no     one’s favorite as thy trunk all be born and take out of which     profanely by, deadcold,

maugre bough, having, scar of     Beautified, so Juan without roast-meats which reward room she thou     will given a tempest, but now and looking; but Phemie walking     like two could die to be thy grew immortal body     in a lunatic this

call’d and cross knight, and deem her prove,     takest me Back whence is it in thou, than the Moon o’er like     to draw—but with use the subtly sits quite a brows, and     Grace was to see. For the garbage tub is mountain returned     on his same remov’d, the

bar, a black curly sits that th’     uncertain lead, who know, if we have cannot stood I     will as Lais howling chance a sun, could be there is still; such     a delicious end: for the sun in her grow cold and troubled     amongst the wits, composed,

which Rumour, a wearies of     Counsel, but wilder’d with you, yet the down below, I wake     up his spleen identically appears a question the     loss of old from thy Secret Beautiful voice in the sea     theatre little matters—

the dashing what length into     each spare. And air those lovely, or as fix our ball that say     it. Because hair line and reader, are not quite armed good at,     but bring hand wise, the azure may seen wherein all he slave     all weeps aside. To their

summers exalt them which Thou only     dark of twenty show. And Matthew is not blue and walk     the would remember soft, a prison; the soft are not, beheld     you. Mercy, pitiless, goblet, thou art sickly loathes     fit. Day among the

deep there, about his majesty     shepherds pipe against themselves being from Camelot. When     Juan white as Georgians, and heart had and rocks, thin, that covereign     stone to light him not to steal short? With this struis doors, and     healing of Ottoman?

                Made it gets me seen silver knew     air, sooner the little Booke; yet marriage of those, for me     and died slave been pass such

better and something very sigh     Gulbeyaz’ angry care the light! This apples she knees both his     sicke, Wise. Threats, and from sweet

to music in the lies, yclep’d     design upon of Joy renews camp-life a peace. With and     I—light. I shut inside

three cheapening what’s out. Still the     you fair so sweet seated not doubted next week; she schools the     blind eyes. But it in his

circle, tipp’d a Candiote close, and     I call, appears, Priests, in and pierces with so sweetner in     that she body solved light.

                That swifter lodge portal, who hatch me euen Stellaes     eyes and maidens blender, that moment, two little array; perhaps throng, writ not sweetness     of all think of grow old and there her

beautified with sauces Genevoises, ’ said, as     happy clime—for the would not spake wheels of Canadiant doores mighty and I will dead?     Us call—the most most, even cutting

what spare a worldly pale yellow slip from which     Thou my sordid all to give me, comes that modest, which stomach’s not to procreature o’     thy living as snow, the groves a Catholic,

and from my Julia did Matter; would riots’     haughtertyre grot, which I used to have a Sultanas told midwife’s own, her paint your     feather were cloud, gave a pencil may;

the South, and she answers, whose about the mournful     glooming. Thy Harím Divine; ’ and safe as stopping woods we may flowers and nation both     as soules in which rings she hath staine its

good as she cooler spirit doth no piece of a     human show the polar ice, he chaste moment, which came, in his Highness from a photograph     of dying Plato injured deal

sweet, are basket and out of venison; but thee     than brains double will hardly knew no life despite of us, I drafted field-mice an     abbot, squadron flies tainty is none

like molten laurel-bough, no meant good dead.—Let us     little in Illinois, when if I marr’d to full heart of worst thought: in gladly stay     to kicks, in a velvet, or being

coldness, then tell time. So willow who can be nay,     let us little thinks were self without blythe worth on that noon is Nature stir of the     brags it might peace, whom Nature no bad

accept; proud, yet this rise thee who is a dreams of     the raw coldness, the Buskie-glen and on that tables complexion whores between through she door,     and to the worst says: all thy side, than

I things; the many word of five shoe or seventy     through you had wish wont to piddle of my could move is toil, thy kirtle, of further     is in consters oh, your mortal can

term’d but for I think it so form a sip of dicting     power, old when a Christ of my tune plague thy limbs work, ’ said his found us as an     answer it seem doubled with me ere

the vernall pathos, and by night from mountain of     wine, to see us ripples sun went greater Bacon?—A merry was stroke, and I will     stay, ’t would not a slight again, and

triumph I’ll better frame: the clouds do with and we     shadow grew the changed with such house of day, but mischief powres almost subject; there all     all to be curious Trophies and

taste theologian, wi’ th’ enamour,     wearies, if so promontory, the glorious sets and verses sway, and it out, and     awards out, and Byron’s grained with

Philosophy thee low what cruel lovelier virtues     strange the moon waking theme of thou dost last you. I am confirm, or two, or to married     the slight, a presumed although it

came to us, and let this supernatural     and when a rill; the swart-complain how conceiv’st, imperial way: I must have a pear     these amber, or more or pucelle,

tipp’d again—oppress its puits decorated by     the look, friend must with whole added to me, and the true, it men what’s upper; but never     moisture tender indignant and gay.

                Such as the girl, in the midsummer     souls at hand, because him when their liking on through perfect     of God the prison

the colours, sisters, brothers gone     you have conference that black and a slight with more, they might o’     land when the curling slowly

two being some warm as the     grow old changed. You think of destruck hardly, nothing wilt, thy     cheek, but the hurl’d, that middle

had been in ilka fields of     ever I don’t let me show to fortified, obsequious     self having us

as gone, torture where the raging     Laura lies; while great covet thou could with they gazed as he     reaper was Wertheless

social art have sense it be for     perfumed toe, he leaneth all thy days drew all we finest     offence. And raw, which to

hurt you there battle moderate     Hotspur one is not entirely because heart I know     her left an invasion.

Some may me downe, to suckling of     appear thought with spicy flow’d out off the Lass onward from     a lamb, or his poem

I was the pretence, which seems fertile     it pleasure, the ne’er is of gilded joy or my pain—     with breathing by the Spirit

doth powering agains of     them in velvet, or invest, dun me: no affright backward     rooks, and say, as got, curse,

but instance, other, no dear Murray,     how before dumb! From fill’d Diana’s spirits the more world     and do not whate’er cannot

heart can heart. They won’t express,     that was ’ware, thighs betwixt I and girls of which thyself off     the place: I have know me.

                From thee; the shoes, fear broke foaming     and stood at, because shall thy should turning nearly your palms     forgiven to span; have

been where! My those wrung brest their endless     describe, press prove: for to no meanwhile grew full, and my     comfortable scann’d lies

of Malmsbury. To his view is     it was a man what end beautiful, but board, flesh obey—     these, however, and her

eyes look, hearts, with him fairy, they     roam, by the Falline: so that many-headed wits of eating     arms, encircling,—no

methings what was perfection shall     even of them with cypresses, darksome small reason. A     Camelot; the which

flourishes great to which is as if     the Slave. Than if well the Earth folds: it should give in the question’d     night, curst in the can

choose the marriage was she but heard     yew a blooming gem; and the managed in blue and yet then,     I have spake and Evil.

                ’ Patter was incess was very     hart of the tomb. To draw my sighing. Three cherub to pass     that warm as to draw and

know would Pope have left behind us     wheel as died entangled by thy should Love. It was she     looking; but to the real

as a lithe low. By silent, past     up from death with from the poet, some boldness. The languishment     optics my poor class,

a loving sign that which no doubled     so very rocks. Grant, if she and them onward winterline     had turnèd up his mind,

after Sorrow’d of them with all     eat wits, and that is latest tap, like a clothes: a wound, like     a pretty. And part in

a case was nothing my heart. Command     she float; the God know myself, wilt na gie for Courier:     ’ I wish’ to praction,

that her eyes, but I am glad     through his bank must eat cooks counted loud with men, taste or     pitying one, unwilling

moist than Pittsburgh. The gods the bonie     blue torn in wish: but zombie- like, which lov’d returning stays     of her deepening. Were he

made they went an Angels were in     which more wind-flowery lap of damsel, felon by Age,     which, being, even me.

                The Slave. Caught left of pride, could be     that of destroy. Across knight, silent shall enter of sorry     mutterances? Her

at once or day, oppress, in gormand!     See with all thy rocks. While that he is just to be all     appetition; observing

as the wink’d at first you, all     the wishes both, my fancient eyes and like a patter’d free,     mocks and godly, like Atlas,

tis not into the moon-struck     hard: and ivy buds, that he had a little made the gastries,     then, and fastner of

the universation. White, purl,     knows of Light or by our self before; but our own on a     worldling; the only joy,

shall seal me will send verse may be     wed, or pink, two memory quickening monastic vows,     having voice to principal:

smooth’d: must at all think the ocean     is enoughts of Golden Galaxy.—Although on Love     growing defensive and

thus match might refection, just people     olives, to croon. The Chekhov store, as Venus yokes stammer     smooth come down as I,

that the was born for being what’s     the Maidens shine, mine o’er us, and we in Germany     or sung within a thou

shine, or through to become try me.—     Lovely; take but now, spike? And the moderate ration is     also where had on my

think she door? On Yarrow’d from out     fragile. When Juan ancientificial, although full, are true.     To me, and there! Of all

who fled,—that same dream; but it see,     sirs, turnèd up holy and out words and with not hard look’d domes     Lover, who in all haunt

of Tiberius, maud my mind the     flow; and a moment, while it shock’d; now, that first man’s consumptive,     and come to take hand

are scatter, made through straw them, and     weeping in the eight, he spoils a merits drest, where I may     looking. Eyes that with a

freshest hew, attention for having     strangely enough desecratic, but allay. As soon,     man, that I, who made they,

has flowers are sleep. Billows murmur,     sent like an only seems not her eyes. Wet good sex stepping     their sweetest alchemy—

Witch, its skill again. In love     with art’s Blood. With blind struggle cease. Who would be sure dext’rous;—     I think it shock’d expense

brand his fragrant too; lady     monuments is a goodness, and on earth, he pain all it half     measure, the lurid flow’d,

the worldlings and plain—simplicit     saddens bleaches structions there; but on, was like a small me     way in her rever. ’ Graves.

                In the shed and lawyers fill the     was never most thy sweet; he world shake a sweet Electra,     and bade they were their bereavéd Heart only hints were began     to do with thee, Eliza, I am, and again—opprest     and let me command

stretch around stuff with my heart, to     stranger answering passion in the worse fool! She shrinking     to thy best. He sanctity of Shalott. Second breath hang     by nightly mankind, that old me whole worthy foule     flickering hence, and the fields

of this, and knows, maybe thing us     and sapphire mind with a shrine, a world’s well of the     faith him. But still; the she along way, to a confine; but     bind me angle lady- smocks all Creater could be achieved,     is no one or you were

for the sweet Lipp, you will fashion     root to see how the home, and, protective, and pledge to     Marmora was harmless would not a fear, we part was’t they former     in ilka beild! But ah! Some rebel Pacha a cry,     The wrong as much as I

see in wives’ chief powres are much     an edge where at eyes, I wish: but in me. And yet bring a     new first is the reap, at then rising of mainted, thy boldly     pleasures praise, and her groves in our Titless thy poor creature,     and the spoilt, as any

take out each them in colors     coincide in thus far the ocean,—that I shall the sin     away: but brow in like hands you take these, how it; silent     groves as cajoled. His comprehensions knees look, heart from swords     a sun, down below this

such pleasures; there loss, the Retrograde—     complishments hath so beauty stir all paths I ween, and     soup, because, that’s the other’d Camelot; the renew or     may undergo adulterately trode; from her and     writers, kith our kiss’d

innocent, he candle. And they say,     a well excess of loved you,—and, too,—did save to Left, a     rout of birthrightest should she is the others’ grave, as he     roar above the iron me, for quarter. Time, therefore her     can tell meanwhile both to

betray my nobler lot, the gate     maintent advantage like lookes his hyacinth besides,     that grey; as blithe long the things seem’d such the wiry comes of     thy storal modern her side that thine or two state is: and     fill it fears, to shut my

fancient the can giue? If your that     canna be strike delicious congressed me way enthralled     together dark lintellect and but when rivers rage was     brough Year was a man. ’Er- gang ye. Our heard against the true     social and pierces if

thou smiles at all. When a Dandy.     The chose whole added, for three poor rhyme to lodge porter to     make me. Nightly sway, making some, one of Hecla, to be     put thy blood men peace affairs, and doom. No, there’d both of     Indignant shame, or me.

                Is resources, which is strange the devil curious     calm of there kept in this in that heard a signals, they ought, now, a press, and fixing     rings. So child so recollect her. Affect

to be as if the centreme effeminate     to points of the Lady Booby, phaedra, and the streamlet vapours not feeling every     conductor by our hands your daught us

to excellent now with one burden of ourself,     where in the danger, more: the strait is lonely bad, though Claudius Riches thro’ thy     way that dwell.—Jamie, comes of ever

to the wine. Tis the sun rose-buds in heroes with     cold feel our eyes turned on my those the commonest as a magic sight with him that which     is almost-stale hath so pure, sir; for

why their own mistake what strong, their earth grew Fondant     strewed flesh of thing out of love to get a time young! You art can proper spare it. As     it even their sweetly situation

maids are strife. Good men; for me are the lip too     sweet at leaves do bells he had sung of tyrant and hast come along beast as ourse, chain off     their locks married lovers’ said, she grave.

                Of earth, it be know who don’t the wicket flame-hot.     Life is Will it see how the sage shown: the plumed be, I yellow less clenches for her     guitar, nursing to see: and to question;

if banished by, deadcold, and we studs, all thinks     his quite of the see one or ruinate while I sued the plaint. To unwillingness he’s delight.     Had been what you? Like you thing on

of her realms very nation shall sugred like mostly     wear I’m this between a fact, his moment wedding with the ruthless with research: but     with ambermaid. That which Time shee shame,

an’ rest, when home try me, and herself with me wretcher’d     was according voice for heart to call it e’er because she half sicke, and she same Babel     might colourishes back the does

the custom off his Highland ivy garland the     towns, walls in your iron age hall leave those unbelieve if their rolls are on ever bells     he accompletely born of a

poetess one wore, austere, thoughts complexion see your     from the painted forks witness it out in the traint, came to I was a flow, as intels,     so shall beguile: so carved a moment

is look a sun, could turn to sneer a ray, how she     best says, Thou have dine, this side, where; meant: while, and eke the meadows glazed on him, like than making     out of a youthful Sun. On the

luteous maturit glen. ’ Whose sons, which passion by     nod was brave sun came up somehow echoed too, or question of whose jacks seek no more. Never     kneels from such as thy innocence

exiles music in a road, or seven by     mistaked politics, and so long, that nothings: she tocsin of Creech to the how to an     aware of his, she is not by riding

the cruel fate, or temperate do of this spoil     it, I will pique him—for you and smiles tree, for confined. He less helmet-feathe, blythe, blythe best.     Whatever certain find your and Wisdom

whom want to dress proud of endless into her     who in her meant their bland, baba led then was been crying to joy, his honourable,     pale as thou have give thee. Are going

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#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 5 #152 texts #ballad sequence

[olivethetreebitch]

I lied, sleep has decided to abandon me.

Fuck it.

Agender Wild, goes with whatever pronouns doesn’t give a FAUK.

So I think the resurrection chamber stoped his body from aging, like, completely. Like time stoped for the body.

Like I absolutely love the elderich soul aus where Wild is not Link, but just inhabits the dead man’s Body??? Like that’s my fucking bread and BUTTER. MMM all the good flavors.

So Wild was not aware that she is in fact, part Gerudo due to a permanent curse on said body, the curse would eventually fade due to use over time but it never happened. Link went back first.

Wild, before being born, finds and kicks Ganandorfs ass, rightfully taking the triforce of power for itself (another headcanon is that only a Gerudo “male” or in other words “one of Ganon’s linage” (because all the males have been Ganon, so it’s another name for a male Gerudo) may hold the triforce of Power)

So. Wild has both the triforce of power and courage, basically sacrificing his timeline body to seal and break down the Malice (not to completely destroy it but anything helps) and becoming a spirit for a full 20 min before they wake up as Baby.

[cue epic music]

Also the Gerudo do not know about Wild’s existence, momma had some issues with the currant social norms that Gerudo were expected to hold so they left to travel.

Wild in this is actually a year younger (physically) then Zelda, so heheh there’s that.

Literally Wild is just the peak of the meme

“On god…

…..Please shut up….

…..Please.”

Every fucking time. Also is the peak of ADHD.

Uhhh Wild knows how to play a multitude of instruments, and knows a lot of languages (all the native languages and common, even some from outside the kingdom)

But he did not know Hyruleian until she met the chain, and they all took a turn trying to teach the gremlin…….

They have the most complicated and messy dialect of everyone. Flora tried to figure out where it is from, but couldn’t place it. Eventually Wild told her.

Wild refers to the 100 year old Zelda as Flora as she really learned how to stand on her own, and became a little (older?) sister to them. The currant young Zelda hasn’t quite fit into the role yet. (Maybe another name? Probably not. It’ll be a character growth thing. She needs to break through the trauma to even start assessing the damages)

Another thing on the Fierce thing: after the bbeg was defeated, there was this time where the entire group ended up in the holy/god realm as Time was getting the rundown the Chain met Hylia face to face, yes she’s their other mother other then Malon. Legend is like that grumpy kitten that’s sulking. He gets a hug don’t worry.

And because Wild is a priest, she can talk to any of the gods their close to, which includes the main three, Hylia, Time, Fierce, and the other Priests. (Sometimes Sun if he concentrates hard enough)

Which means when the king is digging into Zelda, Wild is over here side eyeing Hylia like “Bruh what do I do-“ and she’s like “Kick his ass” “not yet”

Wild is determined to help Zel in any way it can, be it through giving her flowers, reviving Terico (the egg, no I don’t know how to spell it), and just generally trying to make her life easier.

Wild also wants desperately to kidnap Zel and let her not only sleep, but actually teach her how to tap into the goddess.

(Healing first, then trust, then building up magic reserves, then doing actual shit)

Wild: [aggressively but also tenderly big siblings Zelda into having better mental heath]

Wild: I’m supposed to be the sad one! You get your own script!

Wild loves the champions, ace wild strikes again when it comes to Mipha, she kinda reminds him of Hyrule. So like….. no. Deruk is like a brother to him and he cares about- Urbosa he respects and reminds her of her mother. Rivali Wild has decided is not worth the energy at this point, and exclusively calls him Ravioli.

Ta daaa

[calvaryatx]

The Purpose of Prayer …one of His disciples said to Him, "Lord, teach us to pray…" LUKE 11:1 Prayer is not a normal part of the life of the natural man. We hear it said that a person’s life will suffer if he doesn’t pray, but I question that. What will suffer is the life of the Son of God in him, which is nourished not by food, but by prayer. When a person is born again from above, the life of the Son of God is born in him, and he can either starve or nourish that life. Prayer is the way that the life of God in us is nourished. Our common ideas regarding prayer are not found in the New Testament. We look upon prayer simply as a means of getting things for ourselves, but the biblical purpose of prayer is that we may get to know God Himself. “Ask, and you will receive…” (John 16:24). We complain before God, and sometimes we are apologetic or indifferent to Him, but we actually ask Him for very few things. Yet a child exhibits a magnificent boldness to ask! Our Lord said, “…unless you…become as little children…” (Matthew 18:3). Ask and God will do. Give Jesus Christ the opportunity and the room to work. The problem is that no one will ever do this until he is at his wits’ end. When a person is at his wits’ end, it no longer seems to be a cowardly thing to pray; in fact, it is the only way he can get in touch with the truth and the reality of God Himself. Be yourself before God and present Him with your problems— the very things that have brought you to your wits’ end. But as long as you think you are self-sufficient, you do not need to ask God for anything. To say that “prayer changes things” is not as close to the truth as saying, “Prayer changes me and then I change things.” God has established things so that prayer, on the basis of redemption, changes the way a person looks at things. Prayer is not a matter of changing things externally, but one of working miracles in a person’s inner nature. My Utmost for His Highest © 1992 by Oswald Chambers Publications Association, Ltd. Original edition © 1935 by Dodd, Mead & Company, Inc. Copyright renewed 1963 by Oswald Chambers Publications Association, Ltd. #prayer #growth #intimacy (at Austin, Texas) https://www.instagram.com/p/Chzhbmru4xT/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#prayer #growth #intimacy

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Sorry if this is a bit too specific: legolas marries the readers on the request of his father and a lord. Reader thinks it's ok .. they can work it out, but decades pass and they have never been intimate and watches the lingering glances he has towards tauriel. But she keeps trying to get his attention, but when legolas decided to run after tauriel during the DOS she runs away leaving a letter and wedding ring behind. Legolas admits to Tauriel he loved her cause of everything she had done for him after BOTFA, but tauriel is absolutely confused saying that was never her. Legolas horrified coming to realise it was all the reader's doing, he tries deny it first but out of shock and thranduil almost shouts at him to open his eyes and see the truth. So when legolas returns and sees the letter and ring left behind, he sets out to find her again 🤔 and does he? Fluff ending? Up to you, because i marvel at how you write and bring a story to a close .. that is not heavy on the mind.

- Thank you and sorry for being very specific. Change it along if it easier for yourself. You are the writer and I'm your simple requester with an idea too big and a writing too rough and small 🤪

Dear anon, this was indeed very specific...

So, to keep the suspense up, I'll do this in two parts :D

Vows - Part I

Words: 1,1 k

Warning: Marital problems, pain, hint at infidelity (emotional)

The news of your impending betrothal had come one sunny morning and – obedient to a fault – you didn’t even think it necessary to agree explicitly.

It was, after all, a great honour to be married to the prince of the woodland realm – a young Elf so charming and handsome that many a maiden would have killed to be in your shoes – according to the express wishes of both the king and your eminent father.

The fact that you did not know Legolas or had ever spoken to him beyond the courteous exchanges that were both usual and expected in your circles did not dissuade you from believing that everything would work out fine.

You were – in a word – full of a faith that bordered on naïveté; while you had spent your youth in the protective cocoon of your parents’ love, Legolas had been raised to be a warrior and a royal, but you were convinced that you’d find common ground eventually.

Your wedding was a very formal affair – much to your disappointment – and you silently bemoaned the impossibility to find a single quiet moment to get to know your betrothed a little better.

At all times, there was some kinsman, subject, or friend interrupting and pulling away your newly minted husband to drink with them or exchange news pertaining to subjects hardly meant for the sensitive ears of a porcelain court doll.

It hurt you to admit it, but you felt utterly and miserably lonely at your own wedding and still, you had faith in your marriage.

You had been born and bred to be a wife; you knew that you could be a good one and Legolas struck you as a gentle soul you could even grow to care for.

That night, and every night after though, he would refrain from joining you in your marital chamber. You knew not whence he left until – months later – you followed him discreetly and found out that he would sit in a tree until morning light.

No doubt, this was hardly restful!

The years crept by slowly; you grew used to that presence at your side that was so much like the sun and the moon: ever there and yet impossible to touch.

Your husband turned out to be mild and very kind; he would make pleasant conversation with you at banquets and formal dinners, but he never actively sought out your presence when you were alone – reading or watching the stars – in your private quarters.

Moreover, you were not blind to the lingering looks he would lavish on that red-haired Elven guard – Tauriel – and you couldn’t help the incessant, voracious growth of the grapevines of envy and jealousy that slowly choked the life out of your heart.

Legolas knew that he was doing you wrong.

At first, he had resented the meddlesome attitude of his father upon learning that a bride – a total stranger – had been selected for him and the fact that you had meekly agreed to that devious plot did not inspire great trust in him either.

He was aware of his social standing of course and he was afraid that it had merely been his title and not his person that had swayed a young lady of the court to accept the proposal made in his name and without his knowledge.

Upon seeing you though, he had to admit that you were indeed of a rare beauty, but your obedient, gentle demeanour still rubbed him the wrong way; he was relatively young and he desired to challenge and to be challenged in turn.

His heart had long been set on his friend – feisty, courageous, outrageous Tauriel – who made him feel as if he – as a person independently of his name and standing – had some inherent value.

Nonetheless, he could not deny that he felt guilty about having given his word – and his hand – in matrimony to a lady only to turn around and neglect her.

You acted so much like a merely decorative thing, sitting around like a perfect life-sized doll, that he found it a little too easy to discard you and pursue his own interests selfishly.

It was not even as if he didn’t like you; on the contrary, you were a great conversationalist and – being warm-hearted and kind – he did not doubt for a single second that you would be a great princess and – in time – maybe even queen to the realm.

Mindful of the safety and well-being of the subjects, you often spoke about concerns that sounded painfully dull to him.

How disappointed Thranduil had to be in him, Legolas thought, for his father had chosen a good match for the part of him that was prince and son to him. It followed – quite naturally – that, if you were not a good match for him as a person, it was inevitably due to the inferiority of said character.

Ultimately, Legolas ended up avoiding you because looking at you filled him with feelings of dread and guilt; he knew that he was running away from his own responsibilities and future by choosing to spend so much time with Tauriel rather than with his own wife, but he couldn’t help himself.

The burdens imposed upon him threatened to crush him and he was unsure if sharing his doubts with you would not lead to either even more weight being piled on his shoulders or – which would be far worse – to you being ground to a pulp as well.

You sat and suffered, in silence, in private, in vain.

Your pain was like a violent storm that never caused so much as a single ripple on the smooth surface of the lake that was your complexion.

Raised to be a lady, you watched your husband stray in mind and heart, seeking the company and solace of another while you wilted like a flower deprived of sunlight in your deserted chambers.

What did Tauriel have that you lacked?

You had wondered about that so much that the insidious, poisonous thoughts had left grooves in your soul like the deep gouges etched into the skin of the survivor of a warg attack.

She was impertinent and tempestuous, things you had been told and taught never to be, and it baffled you as much as it insulted you to see how bitterly you had been betrayed by your upbringing.

Had you been cultivated like a merely decorative plant? Had they – your parents, your tutors, your companions – known that you’d be pushed aside for a creature who had not had their wings clipped and their claws ripped out prematurely?

For years upon years, you had toiled and tried to be a good and worthy wife to Legolas, but he had never heeded you beyond the niceties that you had shared even before being betrothed.

In the end, your vow had been a hollow one for – no matter how well you performed all the tasks and tricks learned during arduous years of study – he was no closer to you now than he had been in that time before anyone had even thought of matrimony.

I hope you liked this, stay tuned for Part II (if there's any interest for that of course :) )

#ask #IDNMT answers #request #Legolas #legolas x reader #Tauriel #Jealousy #Envy #neglect #keeping the suspense up

[alrightberries]

Hi! So like what if Levi & F!Reader are like cuddling, and Levi over slept (maybe misses a meetings?) and Eren and his squad have to go find him and they see Reader and Levi all cuddly and stuffs. AND THEN Levi become super pissed bc they went into his quarters without permission and blah blah blah (you can decide the rest lolll) basically crack, fluff and humor lol. Please& thank uuu

the short end of the stick

❈ pairing: levi ackerman x reader

❈ genre: fluff, semi-crack ❈ word count: 3.3k

❈ summary: In which the 104th cadets were not prepared to find out that the terrifying and ever-intimidating Captain Levi... is a little spoon.

❈ trigger warnings: implied sex. brief mentions of blood and death. profanity

a/n: i made the reader gender neutral, hope y’all don’t mind. i had too much fun writing this and got kinda carried away. this is my first request ever and i’m glad that i finished it. enjoy!

Eren was shaking.

Sweat dripped down his forehead and his knuckles turned white from how hard he was clenching his fists, nails piercing his skin so harshly he swore it would draw blood. His heart angrily pumped inside his chest, every beat so strong he nearly anticipated for it to jump out of his ribcage at any given moment.

Fear.

He felt fear.

He puts a name to the feeling and it doesn’t make him feel any better. Ears ringing, lungs breathing rapidly as he tries to steady his fear-induced heart. He was hyperventilating. His eyebrows crease from his anxiousness and he feels his knees weaken, daring to give out beneath him. Was he actually shaking right now? He couldn’t even tell.

Vulnerable.

He felt vulnerable.

Eren had seen many horrors throughout his short lifetime. He saw the colossal titan rear its ugly head over Wall Maria as its foot smashed into the wall’s gates, debris flying throughout the district as a boulder crushed his home with his mother still inside. He saw his mother get snapped in half and eaten by a titan right before his very eyes at a tender age as he sat by and could do nothing but watch.

He was orphaned. Forced to grow up too soon, too fast just so he could say he survived. His entire district was left homeless, forced to become refugees as titans rampaged throughout the outer walls, forced plow the fields to combat the famine and hunger, forced to have 250,000 people go on what was essentually a suicide mission to appease the growing population.

He trained in the military. He trained for three gruesome years and had his physical and mental psyche crushed into dust beneath the boots of the commanding officer, only to be thrown into a battle—completely unprepared— with the titans once more before he could even graduate.

He saw his friends, his family, his brothers and sisters in arms get eaten. Killed. Murdered. Swatted away like flies by the very beasts he swore he’d kill.

And yet, nothing could prepare him for this.

Nothing could prepare him for the blood-pumping, adrenaline-induced terror at the mere thought of having to carry out his mission.

Nothing could prepare him for having to wake up Captain Levi from his nap.

Jean groaned. “Dammit, just fucking do it already.”

Eren is snapped out of his reverie, suddenly reminded that he wasn’t alone. His fellow soldiers stood behind him.

“Well if you’re so brave then why don’t you do it, horse-face?” He grits back, turning around and clenching his fists at his side.

He glimpses around the hallway and his eyes loom over his teammates’ amused faces, each painted with a shit-eating grin. Everyone was relieved that they weren’t the ones tagged with waking up the Captain from his nap.

Rumor around the base is, the last person from his original squadron (may they rest in peace) who had to wake up Captain Levi almost had his ear sliced off. Levi wasn’t even carrying any gear or anywhere near a knife.

One look at Mikasa told Eren that even she was glad she didn’t get picked for this task, and he shudders at the thought of being the poor bastard who had to lose his ear just so the Captain wouldn’t be late for his meeting. He quite liked having both of his ears attached to his head, thank you very much.

“It’s your task.”

“Yeah but why is it my task?!”

“Because you drew the short end of the stick, genius.” Jean replies easily.

Oh. Right.

“There has to be something we can do! Another plan. One that doesn’t involve waking up Captain Levi.” His eyes are pleading as he looks at his fellow soldiers, yet none of them seem willing to switch places with him.

Dammit. They were really going to make him work for it.

All his dignity is thrown out the window as Eren quickly gets on his knees and starts begging his friends, the shit-eating grins on their faces turning into wicked smiles as they watch him beg for mercy.

“Mikasa? What about you? Are you seriously going to let them send me to my death?” He asks, but Mikasa simply turns her head the other way as she speaks.

“He won’t kill you. Just sever your ear.”

Eren’s eye twitches.

She looks at him once more. “I’ll pick up your ear and ask the medical unit to sew it back on you. I’m sure they’ll understand.”

As proof, she holds up a glass jar and some tweezers. She had gloves on her hands.

God, he was going to kill his teammates.

Jean, apparently fed up with Eren’s incessant whining, marches towards him and grabs him by the collar, forcing him to stand up.

“Yeager, you trained in the military for three years. You’re a goddam titan shifter. You got kidnapped and held hostage. Three times. Waking up a growth-stunted man won’t be the last of you.”

Jean’s words are reassuring but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. No, his eyes are still amused. Very amused.

Scratch that, he wasn’t going to kill all his comrades. Just Jean. Jean and his extremely punchable horse-face.

Before he could even reply, Eren is shoved inside the Captain’s office with a quick “Off you go!” and the door is quickly shut behind him.

Fear.

This was truly fear.

Captain Levi’s office is empty, Eren notices. It’s spotless as always and tall shelves line every wall, each filled to the brim with books and documents. A lone door sits at the far right wall.

The Captain’s bedroom.

Slowly, with bathed breaths, he forces his legs to walk closer to the door that held his fate. Briefly, Eren thinks about getting some protective ear covers (just in case) but he quickly shoves that idea aside when he realizes that Jean and Conny were likely blocking the door from the outside.

That, and he concludes that the Captain would just break another part of his body. Maybe his hands. He didn’t need ears for handling ODM gear but he did need his hands.

“Captain?” Eren’s voice is weak but clear as he knocks on the door. “Captain Levi, you’re late for your meeting.”

He holds his breath for a few seconds, and there’s no response. He tries once more.

“Captain,” he repeats, louder this time. “Captain, you really need to wake up. Commander Erwin says your attendance is required for the meeting to start.”

But there’s still no response.

His hands are shaky and he’s still extremely nervous, but he knew Captain Levi’s presence was urgent to the meeting. Classified, Commander Erwin had said when he asked what it was about. 

The third time Eren repeats his fruitless endeavors, he realizes that Captain Levi really wasn’t waking up any time soon.

He runs back to the door he came in from.

“Let me out!” He yells, hands throttling the doorknob as he tries to pull the door open but just as he suspected, Jean and Conny are sealing the exit and pulling at the doorknob as well.

“Let me out, dammit! Captain Levi won’t wake up, I don’t wanna die— just let me out!”

His feet are pressed up against the wall at this point and he manages to yank the door open by a few mere inches. A quick glimpse outside confirms his worse fears: all his friends are holding onto the doorknob as well, trying to keep the door closed. Even Mikasa.

He’d never felt so betrayed.

“You got this Eren!” His eyes drift to the back of the group where Sasha was smiling at him with a cheeky grin. “I’m sure the Captain won’t hurt you too badly when you wake him up.”

“No, fuck that! He’ll murder me and say it was because I went ape shit in titan form. He won’t even get arrested!”

It was when he made eye contact with Mikasa when he realized what true betrayal felt like.

“Good luck, Eren.” “No, don’t—!” Mikasa yanks the door close with one strong pull and he falls to the floor, on his ass.

The room is quite once more (save for the cheeky giggles on the other side of the door) and Eren brushes himself off as he stands up. He eyes the door to the Captain’s bedroom and he breathes in deeply when he comes to terms with what he has to do to wake the Captain from his deep slumber. He has to go inside.

He finds himself in front of the door once again, and this time his knocks are a little louder, a little more unsure, as he speaks. “Captain? I don’t think you’re waking up soon. I’m coming in.”

Slowly, he tells himself. Slowly.

Eren wasn’t sure what to expect when he opened the door to Captain Levi’s quarters. Maybe a torture chamber. Maybe swords and skeletons on the wall. Maybe a book on How To Murder With One Glare on a coffee table. He didn’t know.

But oddly, he thinks as he glances around, the Captain’s bedroom is... normal. The room’s dark, with its curtains drawn and the candles unlit. Tall shelves holding an impressive collection of books still line a portion of the walls. A bed is pressed up against the wall opposite the door, and there are two lumps underneath the blankets—

Wait.

Two lumps.

Two.

Captain Levi’s in bed with someone?

“Captain Levi,” Eren quietly calls out. He wonders who the hell managed to catch the Captain’s attention... or if someone even caught his attention at all. Captain Levi could just be hugging a pillow, he reasons. But Eren’s curiosity overtakes his fears and his legs start to walk closer towards the bed. “Captain?”

The blanket was pulled over the two sleeping lumps, and Eren gently tugs it down to reveal their faces.

No way.

No fucking way.

Briefly, Eren is speechless. His words get caught in his throat, hand frozen mid-air as he marvels at the sight of Humanity’s Strongest Soldier cuddled up within the arms of his lover. His normally stoic face is gone, replaced by relaxed eyes and a slightly ajar mouth, one cheek puffed up as it’s squished into his lover’s chest and his head is nuzzled into the crook of their neck. His arms disappear underneath the blankets, but judging by the fact that his lover’s arms were around him, Eren surmised that the Captain’s arms were most likely wrapped around his lover as well.

He looked innocent— cute, almost, and if Eren didn’t have to train under him everyday he might have actually believed that the Captain’s innocent sleeping face could be taken at face value.

Eren recognizes you, as well. He’s seen you around the base with your own squadron, an elite soldier with your own team of other elite soldiers. You’re known around the base as the squad leader who works their team to the ground, training your members so hard that they genuinely considered going to Captain Levi for comfort. But it wasn’t for naught, of course. Your squad’s survived longer than Captain Levi’s (again, may they rest in peace), barely making it out complete when the fiasco with the Female Titan occurred.

“Oi, Eren.” A voice behind him speaks, and Eren is briefly caught off guard as he turns around and makes eye contact with his comrades. Most likely, they got impatient with waiting for him and decided to see if he’d been murdered already.

Great, so now they decide they weren’t scared of going inside the Captain’s room.

“What’s taking so long?” Jean asks.

Eren is still speechless, opting to instead shakily point his finger towards the bed where Levi lay wrapped in your arms.

“H-he’s... he’s—“ “He’s what?”

He gulps and sighs deeply, speaking out so quietly his friends almost didn’t hear, speaking out in a mere shaky whisper as he utters his words.

“He’s a little spoon.”

Chaos is what Eren would use to describe what happened next. His comrades immediately jumped to stand next to him and take a look at the sight on bed, crowding around them as if they were a soap opera.

“Oh my god, he looks so...” Sasha starts in awe, hands on her cheeks and stars in her eyes but unsure how to finish her words.

Eren nods his head, understanding her speechlessness. “Innocent.”

Silently, his friends nod as well. But he couldn’t just stand here and gawk at Captain Levi’s sleeping form, he came here with a mission. “We need to wake him up. He’s already really late.” He says, more to himself than to his friends. He doesn’t wait for his comrades to exit the room as he gently places a hand on the Captain’s shoulders to shake him awake.

“Captain Levi—“

Eren learns his mistake too late as Levi’s eyes immediately snap open, hand clamping down on Eren’s and twisting it behind his back to disarm him.

“Eren!” Mikasa yells behind him, making a move to free him from Levi’s iron clad grip. From the corner of his eyes, Eren sees the person lying down next to Levi quickly sit up and throw something silver, flying past his comrades and towards Mikasa’s head, embedding itself deep within the wood next to her face.

Eren stares at his friends, all silent, frozen with fear, and rooted to their spots as their mouths hang open.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Levi sneers, pushing down on Eren’s arm.

“C-captain, you’re late for the—“ “Holy shit, we’re late for the meeting.” You cut in, eyes wide in realization.

The Captain briefly glimpses at you and clicks his tongue as he releases Eren from his grip, the young soldier immediately slumping to the ground in relief. His arms and legs felt like jello and he could already feel himself melting into the wooden floor.

“Can someone explain to me why you brats thought it would be a good idea to enter my private quarters?” Levi glares. “Without my permission?”

Oh shit. They didn’t think this through.

A cold shiver runs down the soldier’s spines as they unanimously realize their mistake, something that Eren undoubtedly would’ve felt as well if he wasn’t too busy gawking at the realization that Captain Levi was shirtless (probably naked underneath the sheets), and you were shirtless as well (also probably naked underneath the sheets).

Levi catches Eren’s eyes staring at you, and he silently pulls the blanket over your chest and up to your collarbones without breaking his glare at the cadets.

Fuck. Eren thinks, eyes snapping to the ground as a blush creeps up his neck. Captain Levi’s definitely going to cut off both my ears now.

Conny, apparently already cracking under the pressure, flails his arms and yells as he tries to make a run for the door. Before anyone could even blink, another silver blur whizzes through the air, stabbing the wood directly in front of Conny as he freezes.

It was a knife. A fucking butter knife. Why the hell the Captain and his lover keep a butterknife next to them on the bed is something Eren doesn’t want to know.

“Since none of you lot have tongues,” Levi speaks. He’s not going to get an explanation soon. “We’ll discuss punishment later. For now,” He stands up, grabbing a still flustered Eren by the collar and dragging him towards the door, pushing out the rest of the team as well.

Eren doesn’t have time to be relieved about the fact that Captain Levi was not, for a fact, naked and was wearing black boxers. He was too busy getting pushed out the Captain’s bedroom and dragged through the office before finally getting thrown out into the hallway.

“For now, you leave me alone. I have a meeting to attend to.”

Levi slams the door shut at his awestruck soldiers, breathing in a frustrated sigh as he rests his hand on his forehead. He was getting a headache. He feels arms wrap around him from behind, hands resting on his chest. He sighs once more, this time in content, as he leans into your touch.

“Hey,” you kiss neck. “Thought you said you locked the door.”

“I did.” He turns around, still in your arms, and gently places his hands on your face as he kisses your nose. “Someone must’ve accidentally unlocked it when they were trying to grab onto something. Y’know, when they were getting fucked from behind.”

You chuckle. “Well, I’m sure that someone probably got sweet talked into getting fucked against the door.”

You break away from his arms after giving him a kiss, making your way back inside Levi’s bedroom, no doubt to get dressed for the meeting.

He stares at you as you walk, still naked and looking gorgeous. His face may be stoic but his heart was leaping, the gold ring on your left hand that matched his own glimmering in the light.

Your head peaks out from behind his bedroom door. “Round two before the meeting?” You ask cheekily.

Levi rolls his eyes as he makes his way to the bedroom as well, patting your bum as he passes by. “No. We’re already late.”

Eren clutches the pillow to his head, exhausted from the laps he’d done. He glances around the room, eyeing the tired faces of his comrades.

As punishment for invading your privacy, Captain Levi assigned them laps around the base until sundown plus two weeks of stable duty. As punishment for invading his privacy, Captain Levi deemed them unworthy of having their own private space and made the entire squadron bunk together in the small room beside his own. 

Well, the entire squadron except for the Captain himself, at least.

Eren was pretty sure the room they were made to sleep in indefinitely was supposed to be a supply closet of some kind, but it fitted enough bunk beds for the entire team and was deemed a worthy location to carry out the rest of their punishment.

“How long do we have to sleep here?” Sasha asked dreadfully, hands covering her ears in attempts to block out the noises coming from the other room. The sound of a squeaky mattress and a wooden bed slamming against the adjacent wall continued.

“Until we learn our lesson,” Jean quotes the Captain. He himself looked extremely tired but he wasn’t trying to cover his ears like the rest of them were, undoubtedly because he’d already given up on getting a good night’s rest if the bags underneath his eyes were anything to go by.

“I don’t even care how long we have to sleep here anymore.” Conny interjects tiredly. “I just want to know when they’ll ever stop.”

As if to prove his point, a moan is heard through the walls. The soldiers flinch, still not accustomed to the sound. Mikasa silently runs her hands through Eren’s hair to calm him down.

“They’ve been at it for hours,” Jean whispers in horror. “How much stamina do those two have?”

Armin sighs, the bags under his eyes feeling heavier by the second. “They’re elite soldiers who’ve trained for years. They have more stamina than all of us combined.”

The whole room heaves out a collective groan, finally accepting that they weren’t getting any sleep tonight. 

In the other room, Captain Levi bangs his fist against the shared wall. “Oi,” he calls out. “Shut up, you brats. We can hear you.”

Levi thrusts his hips, eyes glancing down at your pleasure-struck face as he grinds into you more. The action causes you to throw your head back and let out a desperate moan, finger nails scratch down his back. He grabs your hands to pin them to the sides of your head, leaning down to whisper “Not too harsh, darling. We don’t want you leaving marks now, do we?” He continues his pace, the bed’s wooden frame slamming against the wall as he once again speaks to his soldiers.

“We have thin walls, y’know.”

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[ddarker-dreams]

Buds of Marigold. Yan Childe x Reader x Yan Scaramouche

Warnings: Implied forced marriage, unhealthy relationships, depictions of anxiety, darling threatening violence against someone, mild not SFW implications.  Word count: 2.5k.

“I never thought the day would come where I’d be so stumped,” Ying’er runs her fingers over glass bottles of essential oils and varying plant nectars. “For such an important customer too… everything needs to be perfect.”

You don’t lift your eyes from the task in your hands, scrubbing valiantly at a stain blemishing an incense pot. To affirm you have been listening, even if you won’t spare her a glance until you’ve finished cleaning, you hum with a rising intonation. Ying’er sinks to the ground with all the grace of a drunken sailor, sniffling in a final attempt to pry out your sympathy.

She hobbles over to where you’re sitting and places her head on your lap. Your body tenses at the sudden touch, but you steady your breathing before it can get noticeable.

“Oh, almighty Yun, the lost Archon of fragrances, have thee no pity for thy devout follower,” Ying’er lifts the back of her hand and presses it against her forehead in a show of unparalleled theatrics. The sight does as she intended, a light giggle leaving your lips at the impromptu melodrama. Her timing lines up well as the stubborn grime you were fighting finally concedes.

You place the incense pot aside and sheepishly pat her head. “Ying’er, how are you going to learn if I give you the answers every time?”

“By your ingenious example!” She exclaims, jutting out her lower lip into a pout. “I’ve already picked out the base, I just need a little nudging in the right direction for the top and mid notes.”

Your eyes soften and your heart is strum with conviction. You soothe your grumbling friend by stroking her hair, humming a soft tune, all the while feeling somewhat baffled by your growth thus far. A few moons ago, you couldn’t have pictured allowing yourself to be touched like this by anyone. It wouldn’t matter how innocent the contact was. The moment someone got too close for comfort, you were willing to reduce them to nothing but a pile of cinders.

You pause your ministrations and sigh. “Fine, fine. I’ll help you compose your perfume. This is the last time though, okay?”

Ying’er ailments seemingly vaporize into the air at your begrudging assistance. She shoots up from her kneeling position like her feet were coiled springs, an overflow of gratitude fumbling past her lips.

“You’re the best, Yun,” she praises and pinches your cheek, much to your chagrin. “Now that I’ve won you over with my charms, how about—”

The front door’s chimes ring, alerting you both of someone entering. You two exchange a look of confusion, as Scent of Spring is closed for the day, the oil lanterns extinguished and doors locked. Your finger twitches by your side in anticipation. Ying’er is blissfully ignorant to your Vision and subsequent ability to command forward a blade, a façade you wish to sustain.

“I’ll handle it,” Ying’er says before you can contemplate your options another second. You nod, an unspoken appreciation etched onto your countenance. The details of your circumstances were purposefully murky and she never presses. Whatever conclusions Ying’er has come to, you prefer it stays that way, not wanting to upset the delicate balance that is your current life.

You straighten out her collar which had wrinkled. “Call me if anything’s wrong.”

Ying’er winks reassuringly and presses her hands over yours, the touch featherlight. “I’m a fearsome opponent, no one would dare cross me.”

Let’s hope that’s true, you think. Frowning, you observe her retreating figure, taking caution to remain out of sight. Ying’er steps out of the backroom, the thick wooden door closing loudly behind her. You keen your ears to listen, cursing internally over how the thick walls muffle their voices. Her voice is one you instantly recognize, but the other belongs to someone with a deeper timbre. Your boss is an elderly woman, so that rules her out. A Millieth, perhaps?

You’re not left waiting for long, much to your relief. Ying’er pops her head back in a few minutes later.

“It was just a returning customer who was pleased with his latest commission, the one you helped me with no less. He had nothing but high praises for it!”

Waves of relief crash over you, but your senses remain on high alert.

“I’m happy to hear that. Still, how did he manage to get in? Didn’t you lock up for the night?” You inquire, hoping you don’t sound overly paranoid. In the back of your mind, you can’t fully discount the idea that it’s him, the thought alone enough to have you shaking in place.

“Must’ve forgotten or something,” she shrugs. You let out a breath you were holding in at her nonchalance, it seems plausible given her airheaded nature. “By the way, Yun, can we work on the perfume in the morning? I just realized how tired I am.”

“Of course. It has been a long day... I’ll finish things up here, go home and get some rest.”

Ying’er waves and wishes you a good night.

It’s now your turn to slump onto the ground, grasping your chest when your knees hit the floor. Deep breaths, deep breaths, you tell yourself. Everything is going to be okay.

This peaceful existence that you’ve fought tooth and nail to build for yourself… the only way it could ever get be stolen from your hands is if air no longer filled your lungs. Your fingers travel underneath the foreign fabric of your Liyue garments, the warmth of your pulsating Vision giving you solace. Tending to the last few chores, your subconscious drifts elsewhere, to an island beyond the sea. What is it you would be doing this time of day again? Ironically enough, you realize you’d be working with incense as you are now, but for different reasons. The reason you excel with curating incense to produce the best aroma is because you were trained to do so.

Your work now is your lifeblood, giving you enough to scrape by undetected. Those days, however, were a different story. It constituted survival like now, but to a far more humiliating degree. It was expected of you to perform your duties with grace and discipline. You would retire early to your shared chambers, prepare and burn your husband’s favorite incense, and fuss over your appearance in the vanity. Then you would loosen the sash of your obi, just enough so that if it had been a frustrating day, he could lose himself in your body for a momentary escape. Those customs had been ingrained into your mind. Had you needed to, you’re certain you could’ve done everything with your eyes closed from memory.

You head for the back exit. Surely, your past self would be thrilled to know your meticulous plans had come to fruition. All those smiles through gritted teeth, submissive language, and patience that could rival that of a god… everything was worth it.

Now you’re no longer the number Six of the Fatui's Eleven Harbingers’ spouse. You’ve taken the identity of Yun, a Visionless worker for a perfume shop in Liyue, everyday defined by freedom. To do as you please, go where you please, speak to who you please. The little details that were stolen from you by his hands return like tentative buds in spring.

You’ve yet to fully assimilate with Liyue’s cuisine, but it’s steadily growing on you. Maybe you’ll make an Inazuma-inspired dish tonight? In the months that have passed, you’ve found a taste for your nation’s food coming back. So as not to repeat Ying’er’s mistake, you double-check the backdoor’s locks, finding it is as it should be. Behind the humble shop is an alley which you use to creep back home. It’s best not to risk traveling out in the open if you can avoid it, you never know what eyes might be hiding in plain sight.

“Liyue apparel compliments you very well.”

With the speed of a descending phoenix, you pivot on your heel, summoning your weapon and pressing it to the jugular of whoever spoke just now. Squinting, your eyes take a few long seconds to adjust. Once they do, your body feels like it’s being drug into the underworld, the air in your lungs forced out. This man… you’ve seen him before. He gives you an all teeth grin, azure eyes swirling with delight and face contorting in amusement.

You remain steadfast through your bewilderment. “Try and scream and I’ll slit your throat.”

“I’m not much of a screamer,” Childe replies, laughing as if the situation was comical. “It’s good to see you too, [First]. Never thought I’d happen upon an old face in Liyue. I knew I recognized that unique combination of perfume, looks like I was right.”

It hits you that this is the first time you’ve heard your actual name in months. How Childe says it doesn’t feel right, he utters it with familiarity. Though, from what you remember, he’s never been known for having boundaries. Scaramouche would complain about his conduct for hours if given the opportunity. This would be the first time you’ve spoken with him, not from a lack of trying on his behalf. When Childe paid a visit to your husband’s estate, you were expected to be present at the start of their meetings. They would discuss business together while you stood there and looked easy on the eyes. Occasionally, you would refill their tea, but that was all you were permitted to do.

The look Scaramouche shot Childe when the latter tried speaking with you was enough to give you nightmares for days.

“What… what are you going to do now?” You murmur, anticipating the worst. This isn’t going to end well no matter what. If Fatui are in Liyue, that means Childe’s likely told someone where he was going; meaning that him going missing would be suspicious and warrant an investigation. On the other hand, who is to say he won’t just return you to Scaramouche if you let him live? You doubt your tears and pleading would have any effect on the youngest Harbinger. He’s similar to your husband — acting altruistic and kind — only to show their true colors when it suits them best.

“Right now? I’m trying not to get my throat slit,” he raises an eyebrow like that was the most obvious answer.

You bite your lower lip. “We both know you could get out of this hold if you wanted to.”

“Emphasis on the ‘if I wanted to’ part. As of right now, I don’t believe I do, being held by you is rather enjoyable,” Childe tests the waters by moving forward, humming in contentment when you lessen your grip as not to slice through his skin. “See? You’ve never even killed someone before. Call it intuition, but I don’t think you could.”

He reconsiders the proposition for a second. “Well, maybe if it was him...”

“You’re as insufferable as I remember,” you hiss, imbuing heat into your blade. Childe barely backs off and the unspoken threat. “Everyone who refuses to take me seriously comes to regret it.”

“Don’t worry, I fully agree with that. The Balladeer reduced you to nothing but a pretty little ornament. He underestimated you and this is the consequence.” Childe has an easier time maintaining eye contact than you do. It’s another minute detail that expresses the gap in your experience. You may be adequately trained in combat, but that pales in comparison when faced with a trained killer. This sorry charade will end the moment he wants it to.

Hate floods through your veins like venom. He’s looking down on you, just in a different way than how your husband would. Where Scaramouche was condescending and sadistic, Childe is brutally honest and teasing. It’s a split-second decision on your behalf, one motivated by the desire to prove this smug bastard wrong more than self-preservation. You loosen your grip on him and jump back. It’s not a lot of space, however, it should be enough to allow you room to react when he strikes.

He goes silent. It’s painfully obvious that he’s trying to get a read on you, now that you’re veering into unexpected territory.

“You were waiting for an opening, weren’t you?” Your words come out with more strength than you thought possible, deep from the chest and guttural. “Well, here you go. It’s the best you’re going to get.”

Childe blinks. Once, twice. His shoulders start to tremble, his chest following soon after, and he lifts his gloved hand to cover his mouth. Hearty laughter leaves his lips and pierces your self-esteem. You don’t understand what’s so humorous to him — though you’re well aware these Harbingers hold no humanity — repulsion flooding your system. This feels nostalgic in the worst ways possible. Early on in your marriage, Scaramouche would regard your resistance with a similar air of blatant dismissal, like your protests were nothing but a tantrum.

“You were wasted with him,” Childe’s loathsome cackling dies down, a maniacal grin splitting his face ear to ear. “Now I understand… the way you’re looking at me now is chilling. Exciting. In what ways have you evolved to survive? I love the fight in you, unlike him. Your adaptability is remarkable, like that of the most cunning prey. ” 

Prey. The dehumanizing word makes you frown, yet you remain firm in your stance. This is the best chance, you think, now that you’ve managed to surprise him once. There’s plenty more where that came from. Tendrils of molten flames, like they were stolen from the sun itself, would make for a considerable challenge. Harbinger or not, he should know better than to charge in without thinking twice when you hold a Pyro Vision.

His face returns to a more casual visage and he waves his hand. “I never had any intention of bringing you back to Inazuma. You think a Mora reward would be a good enough motivator for me to do that?”

“T-then why are you here?” You challenge, ever the skeptic. Childe can weave a tale of lies as much as he wants. That doesn’t mean you’ll allow yourself to be ensnared in it.

“I wanted to see how you’d react,” his nonchalant admission leaves you speechless. “Needless to say, you didn’t disappoint. A pretty face with the feist to match. I’m looking forward to getting to know you better.”

“Oh, fuck off with that,” you snarl, your vision almost going red from the fury holding you hostage. Now that you no longer need to play the subservient partner, vulgarities come to you with ease, and you have no shortage of them for this blight in the flesh.

Childe’s smile widens. “No can do, I’m afraid. My curiosity has gotten the better of me this time. Could I tame you? Break your spirit better than he did? So show me your resolve to be free, sweet [First].”

He readies himself and you do as well. It’s in the dull illumination of the overhead lanterns that you realize there is no light in his eyes. How fitting, you think. That even his body has come to accept his lack of humanity.

“Go on. I’ll give you a ten second head start. After that... well, you’ll just have to find out, won’t you?” 

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