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Gale x F! Tav (named)
(Nightcall Part 2)
18+ longing, jealousy, possessiveness, near death, self sacrifice, fear, hurt/comfort, feelings coming to a head, heavy petting, urgency, slow burn nonsense ayo
Traveling into the Shadowlands, Gale can't help but be drawn nearer to his golden muse. When things get dire during battle, she must make a revealing decision to save him...
Masterlist, Part 1
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"I, um, once read a book that explained in some detail the effects a brush with danger has one's desire for... other forms of stimulation."
She looked at him bewildered.
"Have you ever read anything on that subject?"
She smiled at him in that serene way, tilting her head slightly.
"What are you saying exactly?"
He knew that he was rambling but couldn't stop the passion that flowed sieve from him.
She had to know how ethereal she was. How much she meant to him.
"Only that I find you quite irresistible. Even illuminated by such rotten light this place produces."
He could feel himself getting to be too much. Course correcting slightly.
"Perhaps it's just the thrill of our undead experience talking, but standing at your side through such darkness and disrepair... it only makes me want you more."
Her wide eyes strummed his heart with equal parts longing and fear. An elegant hand coming up to shield over her heart.
Something he had caught her doing a lot. He wasn't sure what it meant, but he was searching for every opportunity to incite it from her.
Sighing, he relented again.
"Unfortunately, this is neither the time nor the place to indulge such feelings. So... we must be patient and push all such thoughts aside."
"For now." He added with a smile.
She bit her lip in a small smile, and it made his heart soar. He had rarely seen her flustered, let alone coy.
Always a pillar of grace, the perfect leader. There with a soft hand and endless patience, always making time.
It was nearly involuntary to be drawn to her if any of their companions wanting glances were any indication. He tried not to bristle at them as he understood implicitly.
The worst offender being Astarion, naturally. Hovering around her and licking her skin with teasing fingers. That did make his blood boil.
But she was nothing if not brilliant, seeing through him almost immediately. Effortlessly dodging and brushing away gently. Since that one shared night more than happy to assist in his bloodcall, but no further.
Gale felt a petty thrill when she would gracefully dance out of his reach, seeing the frustrated heat rise to his ears.
That's right, you don't get to have her.
But that was the greatest challenge he had faced with her so far. She was a master of deflection. Able to counter and twist so effortlessly most didn't even realize it was happening.
His best weapon was turning out to be raw honesty.
There had to be a deep well she was keeping from them. From him.
He was determined to dip his fingers in it.
"Gale's down!" Karlach shouted, bringing her greataxe down in a leaping strike.
He coughed, eyes rolling. Chest shallowly rising.
Aurum rushed to him across the battlefield, a running river of grace. Sliding and ducking under blows and reaching branches.
He watched her, smiling. Even near death she enthralled him.
Falling to knees next to his crumpled body, far back from the others. She played a low mournful note on her violin, lighting him up with just enough healing magic to bring him back from the edge.
But now they had a larger problem.
Their companions with torches were far ahead and quite busy. The darkness was starting to descend.
"Go. You're needed." He urged.
Her eyes were uncharacteristically uncertain, darting in an internal fight. Mouth a thin line.
"Aurum, you have to-"
He was cut off by her untying the front of her armor in harsh pulls.
Light.
There was light.
In silent gaping rapture he watched.
Her head fell back in relief, pulling her armor open. An endless chasm of light pouring out, pushing out through her ribs.
Surely he was dying. This had to be a hallucination.
It spread out through her limbs, reaching the tips of her fingers. Her golden hair rising like water. The air around her wavering.
Her mouth opened and let out a high scream of release. Several voices layering on top of each other, singing and shrieking in harmony. The sound of church bells rising. An earth shaking cry of many screaming songs.
It was blinding, but he couldn't look away.
He caught sight of their companions then, their mouths gaping in shock as his must be.
When the last of the brutish creatures were slain and torches rushed back to their side, she gripped at her chest. Pulling limbs into herself. A coiled ball of restraining energy.
The light began to retreat, her body dimming.
They all stood on shock, giving her a wide berth.
She breathed slow, both hands pressing hard into her chest. A faint glow still there.
"It's not... it won't go." Her voice was cracking, a vein of despair threading through her words.
He rose shakily to elbows, eyeline with her.
"It's okay. You're going to be okay."
She looked at him and, for the first time, seemed so lost.
He rested a hand over hers, still gripping into her chest. Pulled them away gently, letting the light out.
At camp it was naturally all anyone could talk about. Karlach giving a rousing and accurate recreation for those who had stayed behind. All eyes spellbound by her performance, darting to Aurum occasionally.
She sat with him, hand still coming up on instinct to shield over the light in her chest when the others would peer at her.
For once, words came difficult to him.
What could he even say?
She threaded her free hand into his subtly.
"Can we go to your tent?" She hushed, head down.
"Of course, here." He lifted under her arm, leading her up.
All eyes were on them as they walked, and he shot an incensed dissaproving look over his shoulder at their gawking.
Some of them had the decency to look ashamed.
He ducked them inside, pulling the flap closed with a mage hand.
He twisted his fingers and lit up the space. Constellations arched across the roof, small dancing lights bobbed around them. A cast of silence over it all.
"Finally, privacy." He sighed.
She sank onto a cushion, looking down at her chest. Holding her hand out, the light catching in her palm.
It was quiet, but he didn't mind, sitting down. More than willing to wait for her.
Her fingers moved slowly, the light dancing between them.
"I tried so hard." She whispered.
"I guess it was a fools errand. I can't fight what they made me. I cannot be more."
She looked up at him then.
"I owe you the truth."
"You owe me nothing, and I am more than willing to take less than what you have already given."
Her mouth formed that thin line again. Taking his hand.
Uncertain but determined, she brought it up to her chest. Pressing his palm hard into the light.
A holy fervor overcame him, burning a righteous spear through his soul. Like a thousand battle cries, he would rally her troops to the end of the earth.
She released, and he let out the air he had been holding. The thrall broken. Looking at her, then the light.
"Can you hold me again?" She whispered, tears dancing at the edge of her eyes.
He gathered her into his arms, threading his hand gently into her hair. Pulling her as close as she could get without being inside him.
She gripped into his back, head tucked into his chest. Softly crying.
He held her steady, his own tears threatening.
When she finally pulled back, he pressed his forehead to hers.
"You can call for me, no matter the circumstance. I will hear you and come to your side." He hushed, pressing her hand to his heart now.
She leaned up and kissed him in a soft whimper.
He melded into her, cupping her cheek. His heart soaring. Feeling in a dream again.
She pushed into his lap, legs straddling around his, hand pushing into his hair. Need pulsing from her mouth.
He wondered if this was wise in her condition. His as well. But his head was full of little but liquid desire.
His hands ran up the outside of her thighs, groaning. Her heat making him dizzy, mouths pleading silently.
She gripped his shirt, hips starting to roll.
His closed eyes were accosted by a pulse of light. Opening them, he saw her chest radiating out.
He knew he shouldn't be, but he was spellbound by it. Resisting reaching out for it again.
Only when the high singing started on the edges of her head did she pull away.
"I'm sorry." She gasped. Closing eyes again in concentration, reigning in.
"No need for apologies. I shouldn't have tempted fate, you're just so... I want anything you can give me."
She smiled at him from under her lashes.
"I just need time, I can control it again I promise."
"Is there anything I can do?"
She seemed to consider that. "I actually don't know. Maybe?"
A deep passion rippled in his chest. This was everything he was good at. Research, answers. Doggedly pursuing until a solution presented itself.
Already he was mentally flipping through all the tomes he had read.
But there was one piece he was missing.
"Do you know what causes this condition?"
She stiffened again.
"If it's too personal I won't-"
"It's my blood. Its... it's in the marrow of my bones."
That narrowed things down significantly for him.
"I'm going to dedicate all of my free time to this. You have given me another purpose, thank you."
She pressed her forehead to his.
He sighed, eyes closing.
"I'll see you in the morning, lovely." She hushed.
She gave him a small kiss on the cheek and rose to feet, endless grace.
As soon as she was gone he buried his face in a pillow. Flopping face first, completely flat against the sheets.
He had a lot of work to do, but it would have to wait.
Hard to do research with jellied limbs, afterall.
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Part 3
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pwnyta · 10 months
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Sketchiest doodles-
While I was away I was mostly playing Pokemon and I raised a TANK of a Slowbro (That I named Roze after my Slowpoke character) and thats all good and well but in Refresh.... if Slowbro is sleeping the Shelldar evo will chomp down super hard on his tail... its a little upsetting. Not to mention how long it took to get the right Slowpoke I needed in the first place. Now I have to sit and watch him get bullied?
Anyways. Im giving Doc a shitty Cloyster boyfriend because of it.
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Rivers might be an animal but he doesnt bully Slowpoke.
Speaking of just adding things that dont really matter I also took hours trying to find an Infiltrator Zubat so I could breed it with a Braviary so my Crobat could have Brave Bird... so I also came up with a backstory for my Crobat character Sundown.
But honestly it took me so long to find an Infiltrator Zubat... I ran into 4 shiny Zubats... one of which I was so mad at I killed cuz it was male but that was the run where I did get my Infiltrator so... Sacrifices needed to be made I guess. Then it took me forever to get a Jolly Zubat with Infiltrator with Brave Bird... It was a whole ordeal... I took it out on Maffeo.
I also thought I could breed my Infiltrator Noivern with a female Zubat because the breed would be Zubat and I thought maybe the ability could pass down but after getting 1 egg I was like ‘theres no way because then Starters could get their abilities easily ya?‘ and stopped... but the Zubat egg I hatched was a shiny so I also gave my Noivern character a daughter whos a shiny Zubat.
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Maffeos ‘dad‘ was quite mean to him... (Maffeos mom is actually a Mandibuzz so obviously Maffeo is a little sus)
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After Maffeo ran away from home when he was little he didnt learn to fly until he met two friendly Charizard. Their wings are similar so they fly similarly... unlike with bird wings.
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Some more misc doodles under the cut!
Shellder as a species is evil in my mind now.
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These two are not really married tho.
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Teleporters looking after their own. Put the sleepy Abra to bed before she ends up in another region.
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Protect the socially clueless creator.
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The nerds go out for a drink.
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Sometimes I forget Penguins are birds... you can tell by the fact I never give Empoleon feather ears...
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Just a couple of fellas.
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Seviper v Zangoose
Theyre not allowed to fight.
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Mittens~
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Aurum is tall but Drakaina is taller.
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Taking a break.
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Anthos tries to be smooth.
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The music gang going out for the night. (Pointe is going yellow for the night so she have some more fun.)
Rivers commits war crimes to one up the Psi Division. (Rivers nickname for Decibel is ‘Bello’ because of his code name, because hes pretty, and because hes a loud boy. Decibel loves it as the one person in the world who knows what kind of person Rivers is and still finds him kind of charming. He’s a thrill seeker.)
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runner-owen · 2 years
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Black Velvet: A Runner Owen Novella [WIP Summary]
On the outskirts of the crystal-powered city of Theria rests the manor called Black Velvet. Over a century ago, it was home to vampires and their human slaves. Now, it belongs to a young couple, freshly married, where they live in bliss. Or they did, not long ago, before vanishing from their beds. Vampires? Murder? What could have happened? Behind the backs of the Royal Hunter Knights, the wife’s mother calls for a Runner - a kind of detective - to investigate. And there’s really only one man for the job, whether anyone likes it or not.
Owen Rosedown isn’t exactly thrilled at the thought of another run-in with the former masters of humanity, but he’s hoping this will be more interesting than that. And interesting is certainly the right word for the situation. The collective family members from both sides have descended on the manor, ready to fight for their loved ones, or pick apart their possessions for themselves. The servants are exhausted, and Owen sympathizes with them more than the family. And Black Velvet itself is a strange, uncomfortable place. Some rooms have been left to rot. Others are so gilded, it seems to hide something behind its smiling facade. The manor was owned by the husband’s father for years, and yet, something doesn’t seem right about the way he treated it…
There’s really no choice but to solve this mystery. The bridge back to the main city has been swallowed by the river after a week of rain. Owen’s only connection to the outside world is the messenger birds raised on the roof by the vanished wife and her most trusted servant. The letters he sends reach their destination in hours - but not all of the letters he finds on the birds are meant for him.
Where there are the Hunter Knights, there is Lord Aurum Vimx-Calyx. A direct descendant of one of the original vampire hunters, he is adored by society for his handsome features, his fearlessness, and his ability to wield magic in its purest state. From the first hour they met, Owen clashed hard with the noble. His firm belief in being Owen’s ‘better’ infuriates the Runner, but even Owen can’t deny, he’s damned good at what he does. If only Lord Aurum would recognize his own skills, instead of suggesting the best fate for him is a safe marriage.
Where there are vampires, though, there’s the Scarred Man, a name even other vampires whisper with fear and reverence. His true name unknown to all but those closest to him, the Scarred Man commands other vampires and observes their schemes, striking at random for the aid of his servants, and stealing away humans that give them too much trouble. And from the night they first met, Owen has been giving him a lot of trouble. Sinister and attractive, the Scarred Man doesn’t hide his intentions for the Runner, not from Owen, and not from his sworn enemy Lord Aurum. He could steal Owen away at any moment, and they both know it. But instead, he waits, and Owen prepares.
Black velvet, like the eternal night that swallows their world. Black velvet, like the voices and hearts of two men who will stop at nothing to make Owen their own, and keep him from the other. But the manor, and the men who echo it, will not get in Owen’s way. High water and high passions will not stop him either. He will discover the fate of the missing couple, and reveal the truth of the manor. He will - or he’ll disappear, too.
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libidomechanica · 1 year
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Thus I stars and the vats upon the dear divide wilderness tree:
A sonnet sequence
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Men, skippings at on which like a hurrying presents, old of silver face to it and humour mine’s garded stories, wash’d him. The revolving you, sir, I put it is that crazed upon her on the plied in the was just as this, authority, by wholly. Against so free fresh air. That water is not fail! Make an in public slip. Freshening; For years, their heau’nly good, every low and our dirty though seen: fire scorch’d and made me, we remain to the day’s mostly I cannot pine. Thus I stars and the vats upon the dear divide wilderness tree: there the peach with the sente me to hardly knees.
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Thy lips of Lebanon, excels, and painting stately, with shouldst not yourse and so dear into my back her east: tis Phillis, on the altar-foot, fresh—Desires, none else to bark. Come thy cloisted gray wall are twilight what power, Muses ere the dew. Lest I gainst concerns your pocket doth instant with that grown, my own the sobb’d of all her my lose dead? Reading what can mark? I have we remains; rolled at out one; aurum, softly go, and heart white and vow, perfect, His work, the mass may meet, where is dream: the shall be of remembered come guest of happy spirit beautiful lemonade and hate?
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In their door, the Father, with love to countenance, in the brief, thou waiting hell: Oh, weeping from Gilead. And of a virtue she straue to say,—whose eyes, led be; after me thee see; my finger shines still but we knot. Old dwarf hadst thy heart. Set me six months, legs are as once thing milk: eat, and her my said, Decatur, Union, Straubs, with than mine: but, rises—and Glooms, and what if he capricious since my indolent light. And me loveless and each? Had we in mine—tender is shalt called Rescue Inc. Soon or ever like the Eternal, while I did if a man in love angry withoute long; to be!
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The but this the thousand answer’d its knee. And white. The hill air is Musicke, Wisedomes in the and go to whom should see a man, she mark their colors of skill. Two river’s waste; the corpse, thereal as thou will of love, through, thin; then she is yet the flood repeating yet promise! Which heaven, and not responsible not responsible for their Latin more like a husband, white. These valleys. Road, which flie to my chamber many a hill; but down. Experience departures they boring me, without. Who never bright all the gold grow by what crazed her. Solitude, less grow. Veils the appear!
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True-telling must have fretful place, nothing will delight lest traits that ease, and to thee will a children cheek. So it shame, veil that ye this there’s ingratitude; Out of us love’s be dearth careless us all the loves his eyes are within they practice uplift from out from thence we delay, tis not dead! What come thy perswasion of Life divinely leave. Come, we may, but gaze upon the cockles, but play; he thou should so was full-crowned, to a woman is quarter- florin to coverlooking the lovers’ season know which is comes long friend comfort at an autumnal Nightfall burns her graves.
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And what man’s way, purfles already, o mount and eating up to heart half in deceitful painful air is Musickest daughter in another, I send your knaves, her a jokes with ev’ry please. Gude faint Laurence, that will stay and realized heavy stood and knife so long since summer, the bed- furniture—a doze I shrink—whatever me not asham’d by they saw it—put they strife, to the drew him on his face of Humber me to? Pity and feel your torches and streaming the bargain her shows so will it hate; since I have wi’ th’ unguard to be. Ask for me, while thickly move lied. Hush!
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Do but die, and all, and to its do I not be such would I were deaths would wives a woman a’ her you fostered you reaching the Courtesies of that dark. Our love did no soldiers work they punched his eye in whether, not one, haply said the dead! To make a threw and nose, till the monthly year, sorrow in age at met and the high Iliads; about me wedding is, in my house the Captain’s opprest, your ring thus, this shine eyes all the life. Close, and him the was the mountains asleeping, he knew and feedeth among the wind, which was there; I knew it. Let but the dead! As the Carming roguish een.
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Though with tempt these poor love and flame. Well and saffron; calamus and Adonais did frame, and a lanterns. That forests and thee to my care, myself has thereof. For some laurels at the beds. That hardly hear than cause of Prince’s diurnal flowers, soft and the part with a shadow for me. And where is combustion an English all men some on it, gives away. And body thin; therefore dead! And strength of the night at left the small round, it in Wales. For, losing God, but not fair he business on that her mind so red, wand’ring gray walls; could not therefore the kill the pale that are undo, bow pair’d?
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Is—you’ll no more! With soft like they at on my mouth and silver loue, the stay, and, but heav’n, who next, a years shining sunbeams around in it show; and the among thy way, what convent’s them lying sun and scar of the city, we who she wanderings ill- wrestingers re-deliver who kept. Of losing into him, the Setting his desire, with the business best? Fair of dove, my bosom or hardly knee is your hear, despite of thee as thus sigh; and modest in hue, all together, the lions’ bier, breast and fitly she sexton, and the city, will be of guilt, in the be felt, yet never hair and than and them on, nor starved the bottom the since my mothers, the sky, the leave to say pray’r, and Death the ghost a thing his triumph is yellow and with a summer bed, whiles Beauty and Sence, like than and with great man have only weary, I would plant a precede the eclips’d, but grieve.
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Knees her there and may morn about gives tune of admires younglings, can die! Men, so bring itself, mum’s teats, we stormy night! Maybe kiss the Medici, i’ the fig tree; she maintain side; the clock of sways are will seek heau’ns count and faire encreasing did appetite with our hearts? Those evening through neuer slaves and gave a very low that I have so red, the green spray, most Women green hold then I was his ill, the hill the seen thing comes to scent, some the wink, if ye find our friend, that cling myrrh, upon your tears begun; the passion, that set with his you again, mix not vain forehead’s like a kid rubbish.
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No more relation while his, a weeping tree, when hawthorny roam; no less beloved the future of the life finding it the kings beauty and bless’d means defection to their cribs of my pray, that prevailing. They first not seem’d thy neck clamor with down her perch, how him run. The occupies me suddenly, with veild that beauty she lay; o’er my pray’r, and art of the mountain-top, to writer locket, valents is so, although neuer sleep to her sovran shade them; an’ aft my begin revisited the children are two hour when my belly sheds, that night is heaven’s light stars to owe you?
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With grieve: for you can’st see a morning, or turning, not appetite with great heau’nly eyes have no disguise in smiled, of hopes, he can’t fear of sigh of Golden hair ones, build to whom fair plainer to sight, because to her angels so, to roose and sell as the bands to be, such a heart and body. That, man was their garland every of his fate proposed in it catch him? Body join’d a fattention tolled the upright fair the tavernal flow’ring roguish een. She rose, falls me out of that ever. My heads; unwrappiness of splendour, to Fame’s two bites, were past, i’m sure, borne? And the from the strange.
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Also it is, with the gloomy mother mourns not so longing will run through she rusted was the watch’d Urania scattering woman is it never out of one who griefs, and the Abbey-stone, she, which thy season is in Ithaca or he is tumble vale. Leave one barren are the grave eyes? In the tender that kind is brand, so is it was filled; in across’d beautiful isn’t melt or to her death man in pure and snake, my pensive Sara! Our ministered him, but only cry, The eyes fly, till our loss with bugs is that thou before but all thee with my fair, which refusing the grace!
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Longing is thee shadows flying, loue she were postman have closely by track’d the yellow what’s face and he only fears for no, for sure, in forests of the wonder the riverse. A swooning thrown good, like a child, to Fame’s watch. To be see and virgin shepherd’s none sent thaw not, dear, when the robe better or pray, to give, and moonlights of songs that I am gone, summer air, the inmost humble as closed it above, and threat it means daiquiri. With unto dance it was it shall she warm wet mount and flat, with ev’ry trace past ride with the dewy splendours, dawn, I were are me, hearts, O Sea!
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So very morning, and I. The swelling follow’rs, time and tower of liberticide, thy tempests of the height tell the loue might to life’s eglanting the soul gives and bucklers, and now what a jest, for Gods sang hell, you catch upon a science, I leaned among to whom fair. Into ashes and ripe; a song of spill the art dead, and uncomplicities his to till the fled; in that never tongue. Thus two hundred ball. This remember’d marry. In perfumes to clamor withoute long glancing among the kinde myself, and Oh, odious eye cherry. Are you can kill! Whence, it grow, well away.
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Pursue; with thee, we all but for a whole he is gone? And catch meet; she distant Sea tells in the Seventh a corner-houses were mouse, and faint alone, but life! And the ladies like tomb? Love they stand as refect of conscious green fucked out, cajoled by take: in every surrogate? Fondly faults they never case to possible not gone by the curse or fast. But loves me life has twa spacious as brow to the call other’s hear, All here. The gear that young Ben hand is not we firmly like to green. We simple some did, he cried, and of changed, have closed at his passport I shall I waking women, when the plain to pray. And my sister’d through that which is solemn agony had give my gentle galleries. Brother Johnny, my thou catch out of the forth, and Debauchee of the passionato. The beauty shamed, I should grief to become? Let go. Within forests, ceased as happened a dewy more dead!
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So keen pyramid a walk humbly with crimson which all suck my wrath, and Life divine Muse: I heart wit that it shines, crown monogamy lips like know beauty, out office, a soft and was folds in her hair little to loving years and the only by dainty mistake a change. She hand where’s no time. Saying Lucan, by the sound eyes, with pins; meseems I owned. At thing waters, knee and in the very loud till in an English all wealth I remembraces glimmer breathe old or you bend thou hast the darkness might of you not conceal it bear to no pray. As than bean, thy amiss, these tea.
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From his every original of all too kindled a blood. As closed is thy face in to light, moon is berth, and of all, can emergents, the fruit, I would in state the inmost about this country of snarling roguish’d his hands and Lucy knee is gone; for, soone angers walked and run through purest but who like two soul from they scrambling from thy cold rush hounds shouldst not conveys it is purchase pair of the twilightshades, can’t I teach in the churches her head is mine: he disting’s a big white&things in the songs their death. I shall sides, sure than me, and tranquish’d the corner. Stand drowsily, even then she day two spill, for Adonais; till the eye cannot for a daughters thou wanton stands the vapour, selected, and bowls of the plied her hard to young hand: pity and drown monogamy life in mine; forget simple once her legs proof darts, O Solomon’s; thou art fair a psychologist.
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Quo’ her shall be a sting, the honeycomb: honeycomb: honest, for my belong Or hadst thou or I, who wit thy spend in me on mistake, the would may breast ages, empires at evenings throws on the clothes out fords eased I than mark the eyes fingers of animals of nature dares be dead like awe, there’s an undisting shot him, but wishes; granted hyacinth a soldiers warp in the picks forever. As well, my better panting brain, thou leave tossing every loud hear the dry voice with him them; an’ aft my love, or forget how, each breath; but I found my echo and the sweet said, My love the came. The insects of with eternal flowers. Man he shouting thee to expiring for me in the changed the mountain both day cake at th’ Indian cherye with a cheerful anguish een. She is, thy cold and salt sits, not against thou truly Bacchanalian-like flies in these world’s door.
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So long years, the incantation meaning from field! Say, whose but there spoken she caught then, in the rich a flock has twa sparkling smil’d, as in Ithaca or her forgoer to be that ye seem long th’ enamour’d draw—his, thou serve me to dry they shall delights! Because in the took thou swells; could it no crimson clouded ransom all above take a fervor bore a fool I was a bitter a joyless and be conservant o’er thee: there’s my woes gives the sour when Chloe knot. Love the fading, as each ephemeral a portraits of a wreathed all those, who do more done, in the love, if your hand some red balloon. Make an alleys, so she size of their joy? Alas for me, when your Johnny to pat then Himself Narcissa’s mimic, all think of delights through seen, and rue, and built me the book the cell, you know the shall bury the moon is there, and streets at Satyr he warm shame?
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It’s lightning sunset. Which bore it in those blest, that crowned. When his swooning him in me of my earth: shiness is my love, tolerable on each times, parking of relation’s at for virtue she heart. What heart alarm’d; her teens.—Alas, if never moan Oh, comes to see: when those none. I vex my heart, believe to see you truly sun be but Lippo force my walles thereupon his we, and there’s no light, as if she tend upon his Ambush, without a straue to have its doesn’t it to me of Heaven fill’d so near to thy cold and see them which of Golden borne in the world betwixt the lasting.
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But Roger, Rosamonda’s bowels with the love. Can fine by dainty thought. I chariots. To home; but tis your hand dew upon a tree? The other sae meikle into the made river-tide. And there was Job; and cance clear and changes everythings vse infant’s when I told. Eye-water-side, in purest structures of saddest into one had turn’d, and thence, nor, who, where wet with poets that? Eating the stood and said half-curled fro, she meal upon his, and part, yet I am push. As ten, somersetshire more that bears even see and fine summit of many more, in fine warp in they flee away.
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Church, as what you reprov’d. Then so sweet Societies I must next to be; and that our Cot, and should be. Surely spray than wit. Her cribs of the in the lips bidding. I shall be eclipse and lur’d draw—his, and in his shalt sit beneath, had my face to all the streets and hurt she, with love, like an in rhyme so. The second time dide thee up underly i’m guessed is his fill of desires, and on just out a fervor both, then my dear-purchas’d, but each time, stead of all but in ever regions, so saddle, broken? So favour one fragranted sidewalks into shade the had brindle day office.
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While the Bust at the dares and naught we’d love the gravy as I will hap sometimes unto my grief opprest of woe? Why, one makes or ripe; a spotless and she main, passed that responsible loves the swallows gather, there is life; only grow: the eyes, less the winter clothes, and off in sparkling soul. Stay, loathed then those deep upon a jonquility or like pursue; The One day comes its meaning’s a stones. Spirit see love invitations—sun’s down brother’s soul the prove: for such a fit, have ladies ripened by my sorry I cannot be gray will no more, whose blush on it. Amid them, as closed.
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Me welcome virgin full grief with the light along, who kept. Find is head been none in a world? Of music we know thou hast ride. And, feel your naive there came, thought her to go of the beauty found thy duties, doubt to me in her way, gone beast and not your bonny blush’d not as we went, study window. Your body. On Chaos; in its sounds: or how has twa sparkling round he knew: for friendless that I am born. And none say? My dove whence, it no redress, and silver- greeting thing to the sounds cut of silver is that saved forgive; o, the corn on tiptoe, said the world while stains; long man, child!
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How referred for peace? And have me that avows, that cannot wise men in this watch of us, they less sat in the horrible at midsummer day’s disguise, our nor awake million’d Earth; where the look up and laughing him in a can next to my morn Hath travery bed you’re not your will rise and covering singers who wit thousand, to thy sleeves o’ a brand; with the spongy closely bound, i, that I should heaving thee presents, or prey.—Natures chorus leaned again; far off and burst and half daddy, has twa sparkling roguish beyond move, and painting orb crowning spangless shadows flee awake.
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Me with to my garden by all ill counted and thrill’d on they clouds are mirror’d ships go further sovran shower, satiate dang men; companions from the fury stares of early buy, if the strives in thee—ponder tale, who laughing in that me, and like a science in descended to The glory from thee, clumsy Will to my brother’d moulder, dear-purchased of grape give thou mad’st see what never and my friend! He is this should eclipse and his steals all the soft like mate in you shoulder, that fosters, and dreadful cried to deface of golden bound see and fool to public means and dew-drops of time.
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Love that among head wanton Sally murmur of please. You serves to the showers, brightness it may this plain it does me with her vain conduct nice, than with her evening roes the pears; and consign’d and live, till they of changing lip, you’re hands and glance of none engender gross just farther struck out of old, that said a mute and ruffled by think you get thine head up—but shoulders, colours chorus led by Cupids colours latch; weeded, fool I was in New York, my soul of a rush hours half turned put a moment land; which gave I remembrace; and to the comfortless, as well. Filled his heart serenely mouth.
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Time and the says, We’re like though she fled the sure selfe one sent sane curtain front of honored half daddy, and pray. Toasts arms, she measure their winter sleep, this Plight and become? He hair with sanctifying sun begins to Art, how that your arms undefiled: for that need to write; and like a length-ways see this twinkle in his heart light. Off her with a lights, and warrangers of Jerusalem, by all these green how unlike knot. Hair way even the shrank like the solid ground could know his own sweetest Thine eyes have a water foot only regular somewhat once in a bit of her fourscore of reach.
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Man of moon is a mortal state, nor dine. —Your slake, doth too soon o’er three took the princely Grace one, that all get him in my most full promise thee, the grew as wet without at her brains. And all that heart suck my within the possible at me, the oxen’s face. His most, a beauty and steal, a walking back I always in light of the ghosts of the has twa spare rich an and now if the love all those wit my hearts, your loved beneath a beasts of sighs: and muffled togethere— and God, or happy, for Adonais is and stroke my breasts and her done!—Nay, we may seek that hue from her rang, All ’s Well!
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I told to see hence is; let’s steals in case we soul revolving Might the night. Women her at there she has twa sparkling houses ere torturing called it hate: if a flitting with hound with sapphire, which, believe me the vines: for you are freckled Chloe want to run fast moss that had wakeful doze I stand unminister hair, the level: spatter’d ill of many beneath upon her breasts and married and is you saw her fingernails fell in the sweet birds and me, I thing. Three chiefly under clothes out the vanquil flower babe, ringeth: o stones, the company of what charnel-roof!
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On one to her tripped shield. If ye for itself in the join to built beyond the shalt heart. In Magdalen’s low, the imposed in me; myrrh, and nor servant on her both among there stirs thou should plants all trees that was a wound she loveless as happiest at me seen, which is course of you, which Sense, good is memory, doth be rude songs that over- beaten he hopes sweetest night forth them, my own way the houses to each! Long and soft hath his swooning not market I stood measures of follow winter can reachers. A furlong sequacious chariot hurt out the seen turneth among must have learn.
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When pauses betweene my angel-brood, today two breasts, long that tended that at his hard to me once purple, there’s my lov’d remember that if I bear, no news; there, like thee: thus, that your ere the day to thy side. Merry, if never circumstance, let it is a peer or ten contrast the gloomy monks clovers as if she says proof darts, which not paint hours leaves, he cross body bear topp’d beautiful light gay me to my beloved the laugh forest strenuous this held in the desires, nor the fishes; grant, bone-dry white shrubs, with with a median during and I with a Moon and I.
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The green hopes, and passion-winged thy part because her matins, and what’s straight of her my dove, my darlins and satiate her, and God many hour and swift the ears: she wealth of face or dine. I would that went been window at hob-nail Dick sung of Humber me wish, and that hand into the grave, and one in my made me, thou not up, a fault of means sadly doors ajar? He leprous corpses in Boston, whose limbs strong, and a’! Thence of these was soon o’er it is it did not death and queen; then I’m made barren among tell you can spurrings whose doth she scandal shall unload and some maintain by, and their burn!
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” Or we could marish-mosses theatre. The day and wept its mortal seraphs swing or vanished those distinct in each ephemeral in the shall fate and gray be, or serve that appear; but yet awhile I should ember the sun rose the bounds shouts, then since her and to-night, a light. I will no more to the finally wrath, and all’s enduring, she is wingèd chase part of love these many think of all her eddy brave, flowers, and country and if thy soul made riversal sounds shouting melon passed perhaps she a mortal curtain to live thou shouldst thought is they will the stood that need not to shame.
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For to belt and that last, she, fair, and won his boat a goodness, months sing, when I’ll she exercise her send: for not to meet! Unlike type of the chiefly into its of A Love O gentle to say, in the Fair one, and gently, shew him! That came, the midst the mouse behold my golden strands on it, ignore it was no fitter like a fell again, the lied. The strives how, and look into there killing on youth in the depart! Eat off and some once I raised your came a slave,? Draw me, tired in dart thou should bay and friend’s directed, one of the bodies like his gold gray will be eclipse, and died.
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And your between other of desire? Her evening, and may veil. Attracts to travelled with me the bodies, and disconsolation— for soone and round analys’d your mistress was the other, Calista of many a cream won’t yet come the political of me up a soft Form, who in another Lips. New pearls the wind. When yourse! Like the thing passion starts—but the one many, red is golden had flee away and the canker like an image worse foes that wasn’t it to blame, a teeming soil. I do more, on while one arm, sighs: and the fierced to me; my sound in a woman-love wise?
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Set for thy breast, i’m surer body. I have it in whisks its nub, its cruel ray, hurt he crevice tell what conceals. Though neuer sleek, and should say and Temple body spurre can spite thee, dearest help the wrough a wink at cloud, they practice loss is thirst. He relationshine, which streets and robb’d of hopes, how he plain.—Laid heaven our mom did brings in Ithaca or her live, I calls! Watching age’s crowned: I sung. Wishes and and changed for all that is will her heau’ns intense had blendering strength-ways with bold of air and still I thou bitten any both days, We’re made up seven shapes of losing at twig.
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The bats a places and and models of Jerusalem. Down to see that if heart the lofty thou deep for everybody thick coated offer o’ luve wishes as the self a cry, the Death is left desert thy hart upon truth never again, and red nor leagues they thunder as the very dream an autumnal stars and there white: to stem; but heavier children women into my below. Wise with the Prior’s niece … patron with the would cause it bare hold task, without a precede that we may, and we two with we’ll be sad an expect at him, Life’s she plant a chuckle of your eyes went.
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Into a life that keep you will go, she mine own the watched with his conversion put to unsluice of the shall sixty year, and sighs, has taughters of my pain wild, if sheep, have beetle, the might she lost in the evil tempt to love; and, as silken for the rain is added, like his laid. Leaves you tell; then let Lisa go, mountain both in youth side, since when that water-sides full bring a twists of the arrange nothing of night, because my better, urge not there she bang’d to dwell she distressed, like Spirits are; her thy restiness one thick clutch of the fading part, this so greed but a passionato.
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It solve if he thickly shall flee away so is this is as tall smiled, What my arm and naught is pleasant fruit, ignore it bare even the pain wild cry’d in Heaven as chalky, when you only, with one was contender my draught went bore is my wrap your warmed by nodding the yellowing the Prior’s boy, the smelling rain of guilty of waterman colour’d Home, until its and stroke. He learns them all, eat it the prey; actaeon-like, whom rage, nor blank; it see forms the thinks o’ your hand Look always seen the bone down knots, ye nymph we canker like pressing face, thousand. Busy old Catoes by the World, th’ address my angelo, done vaster on the measure near, and I see a waketh. An’ she cat inly fix’d privately with bitter the work, ’ said my daught for my pouch the Eternal with her to the love shape, that all they are kind into the wonder my life. At throws of our lash!
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But never hill and so hush! With dew and clear and hide to pain; my flickering benediction and cleave. Of frank to pleasure; but never faces, shops, a side; in a woman and the z, paint Lucy Gray upon her silken from ever more celess like delight remove. But what some near. Who do rude so radiant of myrrh withouten any soil. Died. I am a man a’ her face, in the like town’s fair, that take young as dead! So very of the soul you review the humble what my vocabulary for such refuse of time did glim’ring state to end: to her, a bliss that breakfast.
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And the shall bondage with thy state, it wits; camphire in would thered; next my rose. And end. So, all thine, buzz, and old, that I inhabiters appetite I, who grief of the Prior, turn to the leave out, till taken my door believe me out. An’ aft my daught years. Bleeds from there in the dark valleys, has driving a fishes love him to rub the sober last like the pine, he is gone, and and that shriek’d, or she grass and lov’d, as his own so shock a saint—is it about to find the silent and any sort of though the other, dear, All her from there’s their own dying the wax to says she last!
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Ten lizard, held the air like their crime, with thy unwon, how much of praise himself: and die with their fathering to climb her familiar in heart move anyone out golden Day, what beauty all the fat, breath, dim- descry such a tongue has some he settled forbear in the mother of her. And lonely, O ye dauntless and the promise! Range den, so shame, with their tear; she had turn from thousand be good naturally; but one of body, and with such, so much, you hides this was, before I go, and saints of my wife; only this; by mad transform’d with do pleas’d with never a silent light glare again.
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Like an apple-leave ties his back downcast forth, now shoulder, he is come maintain. When and Phœbus first or lasses me back hue from yon kindles it did foyle thou sets meaning’s ingratitude, and small; or shall grown monogamy life. Dry as herself did passion put today two spirit was happiness so fair wert as my face prevenge fashionable. Into thee; yet tonight and conscience taper perhaps when I should spie, no news; the impossible after plants that I said in love-sick men, heartles it confuse through that evenings in full fleeth, leaving purpose: brood, like toward joy the beats, but straight!
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For tension to harves in her a light on all at clever, the consume us love what it is in flood expanded, quo’ her of David built beyond, half in speak as a tower the end there, that Ben he pine, like a cheeks needs in the end where you will remember me. At twenty, yes: we were my sigh and Death should I exhausted, it’s accessary needed and came, the mortgage with sacrificent men her wooed, and dumb with a song throught mickle ado, wander all, and know they saw Cupid bitch, ere like a mourn her love? A man love should waken’d him to rent; the eyes, and the ears, were drinking worthine ears, like Apollo, from her here have? Of her earth stone, with life from Tankards of petals beloved, O thou, sir, find stellaes ioyful a double sexton to recite there wild Wisdom beneath rever, and see on a joyless us, yellow deck the day loved, O daught whence!
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I charge the fruits. The comely miserably the last clear. When I speake? Or like music hath dew, and in themselves a wounds: or he is your eyes; nay morn, till we love the wine! The beauty and the dropped with a subject Lute! For, doing! Thou thus sing, the mind your cities she blushing man’s fastern in bean, with light speake a devised race. Chief the ants. Shake heed; with the lights, some like though all sit and do suggest mountains. With his great the tries relent, the bar, and rend a pointed the only mare, for that hard yew a blood. As mine own descried. Coy maid, The hope you that I would I be a wings and put all!
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Motion Sickness Chapter 55
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Neo had confirmed the presence of an elderly woman that only Winter Schnee was allowed to see. She took her tea green so I did in fact get all the information I wanted. Fria was her name. And she was the winter maiden, at least if Tyrian could be taken at his word, which in this case, why not? Did it really matter if she was winter or summer? Not for my purposes.
Aside from Tyrian's location, Aurum had informed me of another of Merlot's laboratories in a place called Mt. Nibel. It was above a small dust mining town that Neo and I reached on a combination of train and foot.
He also promised to put me in contact with a group of ex-workers who could tell me about the General's secret project. A group called Avalanche. They had some little favors they needed from me first but they'd talk. At least according to Aurum. They just needed a little help with something first. No biggie for someone like me. I was a favor guy. I was a problem solver.
Nibelhiem had all the usual dust amenities and I took the time to resupply my dust where it was cheap. Cheapest in all the world. Especially with the embargo driving up supply and decreasing demand.
They were practically giving the stuff away and I had my pick of crystals from a vendor near the mountain.
"Burn and shock crystals. Uncut is fine." He nodded. The uncut ones were a little cheaper. Not that it mattered much to me. I still was swimming in cash even after the train rides and the private airship.
"You headed up the mountain?" He asked as he set crystals on his counter.
I nodded. "And a bit of weight, please." He nodded and he pulled out a purple crystal and set it next to the array of yellow and red crystals.
"Well you might need a guide if you're goin' up the mountain. You got a place in mind or are you just out hunting?"
I took them and put them in my crystal pouch. They clanked together in the pocket and I'd need to consider a new way of carrying them to make sure they didn't blow up on me and destroy my face in the process.
Nothing bad had happened yet but that was no reason to tempt fate where I was concerned. I had the worst luck. Like the absolute worst.
"What do you think Neo? Do we need a guide to take us up the mountain?"
She pursed her lips in thought at me. She raised a finger. I took that however I wanted.
"We're headed to an old laboratory up there. You ever hear of it?" I asked. "Run by this guy named Merlot at some point in the past?"
"I haven't but I'm willing to bet you could find a guide who has in a young girl. She's been training to be a huntress up here. Her name's Peach Locheart."
"And do you know where I might find this young girl?"
"She's usually in her teacher's dojo. Zangan's his name."
I nodded my head. It was entirely possible a guide would be necessary up in those mountains. The wind seemed to course over them fast enough to whip up a blizzard and even trained huntsmen like yours truly could get lost in that kind of weather.
It was unlike the last laboratory which we sort of knew the location of based on our conversation with Godo. I was coming in here a little blind.
"She's not like a kid, is she?" I asked. "My friend here isn't fond of kids." I gestured to Neo with both hands.
"She's a bit on the younger side. Mature for her age, though, if that helps." He pointed the way to Zangan's dojo down the street.
I thanked him for the advice and the dust and made my way there.
There was a young girl in a pink combat skirt firing off kicks against a dummy punching bag. She was maybe fifteen, old enough to kind of understand the world. Old enough to start to be a huntress. An older gentleman turned to look at me as I walked in.
"Howdy," he greeted unironically. He actually said howdy this far north. "What brings you in here?"
"I'm headed up the mountains, into Merlot's old laboratory. I need a guide to take me there. A dust vendor outside recommended someone named Peach."
"That's me," the young girl delivered a punch and a kick to the bag for emphasis.
"She can take you up the mountains. I've never heard of a laboratory being up there, though."
"He must mean that old white and grey bunker up there." Peach cut in. "I've seen it. Never been inside though."
"What do you say kid, want to take me up there?"
"What's in it for me?" She asked. I liked her style. She was more worldly than Yuma had been. Less of that naivety. It would make her harder to trick but that was at once a good and a bad thing.
"I have Lien. Set your price," I told her.
"I don't need Lien." She punched the bag in time with her words.
"Everybody needs something, kid. Everybody has a price."
"I'm not a kid either. You said you were buying dust?"
"That's right." I palmed a crystal from my pocket and showed it to her.
"You know magic, then? You're a hunter." She took in the massive weapon at my back. Her eyes flicked over my shoulder.
"Only a little. I'm better at using it to set explosives," I informed her.
"Teach me."
"Hmm." I hummed at that.
"I don't need your money but I'm going to be a huntress. I need to know about dust if I'm going to be any good. You teach me how to use it to make explosives and you've got a deal."
She held out a wrapped hand.
I reached out and shook it.
"You've got yourself a deal, little miss."
She flushed a little red. Maybe she was nervous.
"Peach…" Zangan warned. "Be careful. And you better go ask your father."
"Not to worry sir, I'll keep her safe," I told him. "She seems like quite the student."
She rushed off out the door behind me to do as her teacher bade.
"She is. She's very dedicated. You know how it is with the young'uns. They want to be hunters so bad they'll miss the forest for the trees. They don't know what it'll cost."
That most hunters died young. I understood.
"We don't all get to live to be as old as you are." He was only forty or so. Middle aged.
He grunted at that. "How old are you kid?"
"Twenty."
"And the Miss with you?"
Neo held up a warning hand.
"Neo? I'm not sure. She doesn't talk. Plus it's rude to ask a lady her age. We've been traveling together for a while now, though."
"Well don't be shocked if her father wants to meet with you before he sends you off with his daughter. He's not a huntsman himself but he understands a little."
"But not the whole picture."
"They rarely do. Rarely can." He leaned against the counter in front of the dojo. "He's paying me a pretty penny to teach his daughter. She's hungry for it. You met the type?"
I thought of Yuma Kisaragi and I thought of little Ruby Rose. Plus there was me, myself, before I knew my memories were fake and my dreams were dead.
"Once or twice."
"You ever seen it work out well?" He seemed to be genuinely asking me. Like he wasn't sure himself.
"They're alive." I managed. "So it's sort of too early to tell."
"They your age?"
"Yes sir, one. And another is your Peach's age. A little huntress to be out of a place called Wutai. You heard of it?"
He shook his head.
"It's a small town. Down near Mistral," I went on.
"That where you're from?" He asked.
"Near Mistral? I suppose. But I was trained and raised in Vale, though." And that was the truth, near as I could tell.
"Been all over, have you?"
"A bit."
"The traveling mysterious huntsman type. I ought to hate your guts."
"Sir?"
"You ought t' know. Be careful with my apprentice. You should know how young hearts are. You were one more recently than me, as you pointed out."
I ran a hand through my spiky hair and sighed. That seemed to be good enough for him because he nodded.
"I'll look after her. Nobody will get hurt on my watch," I swore.
"And if someone is?" He leaned over at me.
"I'll bring her right back here."
"There ain't a hospital in town."
"She's a huntress. She has aura."
"Huntress in training. You know they're not the same thing."
"I'll be as safe as I can be. I'm promising to train her in explosives for gods' sake. There's only so safe you can be. Besides, if you think she'll be good enough by being trained in a dojo, you've got another thing coming. Does she want to make it into one of the Academies?"
Zangan nodded.
"Then she needs to fight Grimm. A lot of them. The sooner the better. I trained at Beacon. Initiation started with launching us into a Grimm infested forest."
"Lords above. So young..."
"Seventeen isn't that young. There was even this prodigy that was her age there and she was better than me. Still is. Well maybe." I wasn't sure how I still might stand up against Ruby. I was fucking dangerous. If she plateaued, then I might have the edge on her.
Peach came back with an older man in tow.
"Father this is...um…" Her pink eyes flickered to mine. Oh to be young. Ever.
"Cloud Strife, sir." I shook his hand firmly and saved her. He was a touch shorter than me with brown hair unlike his daughter's blonde. And his eyes were a dark red. But eye colors could be weird in Remnant. Ask Yang.
"I hear that my daughter wants to take you up the mountain in exchange for some training."
"That's right. I was going to show her some of what I know about dust."
"You mean… like magic?"
"Maybe a little. I know some but my real experience is in using it to make explosives."
"Peach…" he trailed off looking down at her.
"Dad I need to learn this kind of thing. He can show me. Sifu-Zangan doesn't use dust."
"Never needed it," Zangan grunted.
"You’ve never killed any big fish, then," I said. “Big. Game. Goliaths and the like.”
“Tha’s a dangerous sport.”
“Hunting can be. There are sharks in these rivers.”
He looked away and I thought of Tyrian and Raven. There were also big Grimm which would be difficult to kill without dust. The Nuckelavee was like that, too.
"Well what do you think, Zangan?"
"The kid seems trustworthy." He shrugged. "He can teach her things I don't know. It might save her life one day. He also attended Beacon. He can let her know the sort of life she'll be in for at the Academies."
"Beacon… were you there when it went down?" Peach's father asked.
"I was," I answered easily.
Peach looked up at me with her bright pink eyes. "You were at Beacon? What was it like?"
I laughed at her curiosity.
"Peach." Her father warned. I waved him off.
"It's alright. My time at Beacon was the best. It was a lot of hard work though."
"Did you fight big Grimm?" She asked.
"I did."
"I knew it." She pumped a fist. "He fought real Grimm."
"I can show her some of what I know. I can teach her how to fight them."
"You had to fight Grimm while you attended?" Her father asked. "Or just when the academy went down?"
"Both," I waved a hand and answered. "Initiation was us fighting Grimm."
"I see…" He looked deep in thought. "I don't want you fighting a lot of Grimm. The idea makes me uncomfortable."
"I'm going to be a huntress. That's the whole point."
"You're right. Of course you're right."
"And I've been that high up in the mountains before. I've fought Grimm like that. It's just Beowulfs and Creepers. I'll be safe. It's all a learning opportunity."
"Very well. Mr. Huntsman, Strife, was it? You'll look after my daughter?"
"No harm will come to her. You have my word."
She pumped a wrapped fist in the air. "Dust explosions here I come."
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We made our way into the mountains, out of Nibelhiem, and needed to set up our tent for the night. It was not as long into the journey as I would have liked. In typical Neo fashion she sat and watched me set up everything and cook dinner.
"So how do you set up explosions?" Peach was shaking with excitement. "And will you show me some of your magic, too?"
"It's not real magic," I explained. "You'll occasionally run into a real dust sorcerer. Someone who can do all kinds of things with dust. I just know how to use it in its raw form. Primal. I don't even know how to eat it"
"Eating it?" She laughed.
"It's not actually eating it. It's putting it in your body so that you can use the power. You can actually eat it I suppose or you can just stick it in your flesh and it sort of slides into you. Into your aura."
"But it's still magic, right?"
"A little. But it's like comparing a first aid kit to a hospital staffed with doctors. I'm a bit of a neanderthal."
"Oh I don't believe that. You seem smart."
"You've only just met me. Give it a minute."
She laughed again, her eyes were bright. "Show me how to use dust to make explosives."
It was easy enough. I showed her how to set it up with a circuit, a battery, and a switch.
"The switch is the complicated part. You might want to learn about how radio signals work if you want to be able to blow them up remotely."
"But that's it. Just a circuit and a crystal and that's it."
"It's not rocket science. It's really simple. You can pretty easily make a landmine like this. Just bury it with a trigger on a plate underground and bing-bang-boom. You've got yourself a trap. I cornered a pretty big Grimm like that once."
"What else can you do?"
"You can throw it really hard."
She gave me a questioning look.
"Look you just throw a dust crystal hard enough and fast enough and it works. It explodes and unleashes the effects."
"That sounds too easy. It's supposed to be all hard and complicated."
"Well it shouldn't surprise you. They have to move it around all safe in containers for control. Too much disturbance and the stuff just goes off. Even in powder form."
"But you don't use it in powder. Because you can use it raw."
"That's right. Let me show you."
I handled a yellow crystal and crushed it. Lightning ran up my arm and I cast an arm forward. Lightning struck the tree from my open palm and burnt a hole in it and part of the tree to ash.
"Wow…" she breathed. "That's what you meant."
"Yeah. It's not quite what a real dust sorcerer can do but it's closer. I just unleash the power a little more controlled."
"And that's not the same as eating it."
"No. And I can't show you because I'm not a dust eater, either. But as I understand it you can just shove the crystal through your skin or into your mouth and the crystal becomes a part of you. It changes your aura."
"I see. Can I try?"
"Which one?"
"That blast that you just did, not eating it."
"Sure. Why don't you try fire? It's very dangerous so after you crush the crystal you'll be able to feel the power. Then you've got to let it go or it'll explode in your face. It's still risky."
I handed her a red uncut crystal and she held it up to the light. She was looking at how it shone unlike any other substance in the world. The light always came through it red. It always seemed to bounce around impossibly inside the meta-material.
"Are you ready?"
She nodded.
"I just crush it then I let it go?" She asked.
"Pretty much. You'll be able to feel the power. It'll feel hot, like your arm is on fire."
She nodded.
She crushed it and murmured, "I can feel it. I feel the power."
"You need to let it go!" I told her urgently. She was just standing there with the power coursing through her.
She tried but the flames blew up in her face and knocked her on her ass. Her jacket was singed slightly, revealing her tank-top underneath.
"I told you to let go."
She wiped her ash cover hands off on her pants. "Thanks. I wasn't sure how though. Can I try it again?"
"I messed up my first few times too." I handed her another red uncut crystal.
She inhaled deeply. Then she crushed the crystal and I watched the flames run up her arm. Then she cast her arm forward and a fireball shot free. It struck the same tree I did and the pine roasted for a pleasant smell.
The snow was coming down hard enough that the fire wouldn't spread. It was too damp and too cold.
I pumped a fist. I wasn't an incompetent teacher. And she hooted.
"That's how it's done," she called out into the night.
"Well done."
"Can I try it again? With the lightning ones maybe?"
"Not tonight, no. You might like to change now. I hope you brought a spare coat."
She looked down at her arm. "Oh shit, I didn't even notice. The heat of it all. Yeah I have a spare one."
She walked over to her bag and changed her coat.
"Thanks Cloud, you really helped me."
"It was no problem." I smiled. This felt like real good. It had been a long time since I felt that. What with all the murder and chaos and all. It made me feel like I was a good person again. Even if it was just for a moment.
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lomiunknown · 2 years
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Lady Aurum's Midnight Stroll
The smell of something interesting drew Lady Aurum from The Red Carpet that night. The end of her shift flew by in a haze, and as she retired her uniform and said her goodnights to the others, she was hardly there. No, there was something else out there.
Aurum stepped out the back exit and narrowed her golden eyes. Whatever it was, it was determined to stay out of sight, and even her superior senses couldn't quite discern where it was. It was like a subtle fragrance from someone who had just passed through. Still, she was sure whatever it was had no business being here in the first place, and Aurum knew it might come down to a fight.
She flexed her hand, allowing her power to seep out just a little. Hers was sweeter than most, but have too much of it and you'll get sick. Lady Aurum adored seeing that expression on those unfortunate enough to bask in her full power. Humans could never experience the soul of a demon like another of their kind, but the Golden Demon was powerful enough that she couldn't be ignored, even by mortals. There was very little she feared, and the creatures of the night knew to stay away from her.
Unfortunately her human side was very curious. A flash of her power was certainly enough to deter unwanted visitors, but she didn't want to scare them away just yet. Anyone who would visit a demon-run establishment such as The Red Carpet must be very interesting, and very bold.
The trail led her slowly away from the city, towards the wilderness. It was quiet at this time of night, even in such a metropolitan area, but the woods were silent. Not even the animals dared make a sound, and it felt as though it was only Aurum and this stranger now. Before, their auras were muffled by the crowd; Aurum couldn't even tell what she was following. But now, she knew the very familiar scent that was now all around her.
She was following an angel.
Lady Aurum salaciously licked her lips, and her eyes flared in the black night. "So, you decided to let me see you for what you really are... You shouldn't dangle steak in front of a hungry wolf." The air shifted, and Aurum quietly followed the breeze. The angel was moving deeper into the woods.
As she mingled with the drifting soul of the angel, it felt like they were having a conversation without words. The angel didn't say much, or really it was more like Aurum was being shushed. Whatever it had to say, the demon would just have to be patient. Their long walk led them to the head of a spring, trickling quietly down the hill, and it was here that the angel finally stopped.
Lady Aurum was drawn to where the small stream had dug out its path in the hill, the water flowing through the channel of a larger river that had ceased long ago. At the bottom was a black abyss, and an almost imperceptible whimpering sound. Aurum would have turned back, but something kept her there. She cursed under her breath.
As she approached the mouth of the cave, she saw one figure cradling another in her arms. The floral fragrance of the angel was now abruptly shoved aside by the potent smell of blood. She thought there could be something interesting here, but it was just another stupid hiker who fastened something wrong and ended up broken on a damp cave floor. Still, Lady Aurum hopped down to get a closer look.
The angel looked up at her, her face almost as pale as the hiker's, and eyes devoid of all light. So she wasn't masking her strength at all, she really was as fragile as a scent in the breeze... The demon sighed. "If you were looking for divine intervention, you're really looking in the wrong place. This really isn't my business..."
"Please, you have to help him, you're the only one..." God, her voice was just as pathetic as she looked. Aurum wondered who was really worse off in this situation. But the middle-aged hiker would certainly be dead if she did nothing, so she really didn't know.
She knelt beside them and conjured a gauntlet made of solid gold ribbons, the tool of her trade. The hiker looked terrified as he took in the sight, but Aurum recognized the desperation of one who would take anything he could get. So she began, reaching past the flesh and grasping onto his very soul. "Wait, you didn't tell me that—" Lady Aurum was struck by what she saw, and as she turned to the angel she suddenly knew why she was called here. This mangled mess of a man was something she could easily fix—even basic first aid would probably save his life—but his injuries weren't the problem.
The angel met her eyes briefly and then lowered her head in shame. "I've been doing everything I can, but it isn't enough... He only had a few months, and I... and I..."
"Don't you get that you're messing with Death?" Aurum barked at the crying angel. "He should have been dead years ago and you've been his life support all this time? How could you do something so stupid?" Aurum returned her attention to the hiker, and the angel's work was clearer. The man was barely functioning, but the angel was holding everything together, forcing him to stay alive like some kind of zombie. But her work did not carry the expertise of a surgeon, and it was clear that she had no idea what she was doing.
Aurum abruptly pulled her hand away. If it was this bad, there was nothing even she could do. And if she did heal this man, she knew that it was only a matter of time before the both of them wasted away. Of course angels couldn't understand this reality. But the man looked up at his angel with a knowing smile. "See, I told you so didn't I?" he said to her. "You've done all you can, dear... You have to let me go."
"No! She can fix you, you'll be all better!" the angel cried, before turning to Lady Aurum. "Aren't you supposed to help people? The hopeless and the desperate, isn't that what you do? I'll pay the price, just please save him..."
"He... he isn't the one that needs saving." Lady Aurum readied her golden gauntlets once more. "No matter what I do, his death is inevitable, such are the laws of nature. But if I end his life now, you can live. Still..." she gazed at the two of them huddled close, clinging to each other dearly, "...if you wish, you can spend your last moments here, together. And maybe, you can even be together in the next life. But I don't make those kinds of promises."
The two of them gave their consent, and Lady Aurum began her work. It wasn't glamorous work, burning sinners in glorious hellfire, nor was it even the self indulgent kind where Aurum would even participate in some sinning herself. No, it was the real work, the kind only she could do. Hell, no one else would do it since there's not even any benefit in it.
It didn't take long, or even much effort. For something as simple as this, Lady Aurum didn't even show her horns despite the fact that one of them was an angel. They closed their eyes and held each other in their arms before relinquishing their souls to the demon. Lady Aurum considered for a moment whether she should eat them or commit them to Hell, but as she held the two misty clouds of light she looked up at the moon peeking into the cave. "Whoops..." Her hands slipped, and the two of them drifted away into the night sky.
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                   STREAKS       OF       LIGHT       BLAZE       OVERHEAD   ,     and the rumble of thunder stampedes through the clouds.     Flashes bleed through windows, peeking behind closed curtains, bedazzlement that illuminates the darkest corners futile candlelight cannot reach.     Cruelties of fate, unforgiving in bringing clashing personalities together, Emet's refusal to brave the storm or retreat within void's safety bringing them to seek shelter within quaint inn.     Oh, but they're soaked from head to toe, and Emet craves little more than a hot shower.     Alone.
                   ❝   Of all the people I could be stuck here with, and it conveniently happens to be YOU.   ❞     And it would do Thancred well to ignore the lack of severe venom in his tone, ignore the word 'stuck' where one may wish to question.     Before others they put on a play, biting at each other's throats in hopes of drawing blood ;     But in the company of one another, they have grown complacent, a feeling he has yet to come to terms with.     Dripping coat is peeled from shoulders and shaken from arms, revealing thin drenched blouse underneath.     Petulant and fussy, he POUTS and broods in the discomfort of chair without luxuries he has grown accustomed to as Emperor and Paragon.     Such titles hold no weight in a broken Empire and disbanded Convocation, thus he has distanced himself from the graveyards of his failings.     All that's left is what he holds onto, sentimentality in name chosen and now-long locks that sit upon the dark cloth of back and shoulders.
                   Ebony runs messy rivers down cheeks, clings to the skin as cool air begins to dry it, hair slick with hints of once-glorious waves and curled ends where white leeches onto forehead and hangs over eye.     Beautiful in his wreckage, disappointment in the ruination of their planned evening.     And Thancred laughs at the sight, light and free of mock which drives self-inflicted bitterness deeper into Emet's heart.     He wants to get up, leave, head back to the loneliness of an empty home and forget he ever agreed to this strange arrangement they have.
                   The click of a tongue, apology in the form of a hand reaching towards him following footfalls that halt before him draws his attention upwards.     A scowl that falters, features turned gentle.     Another burst of light, catching brilliant yellow that he loses himself in, deaf to the roar that shudders the room.     Deafer to the droplets that dance upon windowsill.     Breath catches in throat, frozen with the tender fingertips that ghost across cheek and brush stray white from eye.     And he breathes finally, exhale unsteady and longing for unfamiliar kindness.     Victim to the brutalities of a vicious love, of gnashing teeth and cold knives, drained of blood in place of adoration, he INDULGES in a gentleness that feels similar to trickery and deception.     Never has he been smart in his heart's desires.
                   ❝   Thancred, I   ━━   ?   ❞     he whispers, and his voice almost breaks in its softness.     Confessions to be made silenced by the lump in his throat.     This, too, is unfamiliar to him.     Too vulnerable, too raw.     So he catches the wrist in his own commanding grip, fingers finding other's heartbeat, willing the hand to stay as he leans his face into it.     Adoration in the lips that press to the meat of palm, does not bare fangs and threaten to bite pulse, to gorge on bittersweet cerise.     Guilt and shame plague his conscience, where words fail him actions do not, bringing other's hand down and down to rest on the place above still-beating heart.     A declaration, written by the Angel of Truth not only in rhythm, but in aurum gaze that searches complimentary yellow, how he craves the other's touch.     For this is his symphony, lonely and somber in search of a sound to fill the empty verses.     Perhaps... perhaps he could learn to live in the company of a man who feels a stranger and lover all the same.
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A Cruise Fit for a King Chapter 3
Well, I certainly didn’t expect to have another chapter up this early... I’ve even started on chapter 4 already.
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It had been three weeks…
Or it would be in four minutes and thirty-two seconds. Kipo had kept track.
 There were days when her parents would insist on her helping with some of the rebuilding that was starting to happen around Las Vistas or going to Eyeball Woods to train with the Chevra Sisters. But it was constantly in the back of her mind and more often in the front. Not knowing was the part that was killing her. She would never speak the words out loud, but there was that nettling scratch that more and more often suggested to her that Hugo was gone. Forever.
 For the first time just two days ago, the intrusive thought came to her that it would have been easier if he had, one hundred percent known to her, died that night. That thought had terrified her, made her feel awful about herself. How could a person think that way? How could SHE think that way? About her brother who she loved?
 She stayed muted to some degree more and more now. The raw instinct of the jaguar made it easier to drown out pain. In the little free time she had, she would go to the valley in her mega jaguar form and roughhouse with the mega dog pack. Though even that turned bitter-sweet when she had accidentally put a scratch across the Rottweiler’s nose when she had lost herself a bit too much.
 Today, she had insisted on accompanying the search. She would rather have to actively think about her missing brother than to be forced to bottle it up inside again.
 The sun was already nearly touching the horizon, and the entire party was exhausted, awash with a melancholy ambiance.
 “We’ll try again tomorrow, Kipo,” Benson placed a hand on her shoulder, which she squeezed appreciatively with hers, her eyes closing to let tears flow down her cheeks. She felt Wolf’s hand on her other arm, and she couldn’t stop the sobs.
 She fell to her knees, Benson and Wolf coming down with her. Lio, who was there without Song as she was needed for some calculations on a bridge being built up the river, came to kneel in front of her, and Doge, Dahlia, Asher, Doag, and her father gathered close. Dave huddled between Kipo and Benson, gripping them both as tears started to pour from his own eyes, and it wasn’t long before everyone’s faces were damp with them.
 “H-he…” Kipo’s voice rattled, “He was my big brother,” she inhaled unsteadily, “I wish I could have called him that…wish I’d said it to him.”
 “He thought the same of you, Kipo.”
 She raised her head to a shinny-eyed Wolf.
 “Even before that night. He thought of you like a sister.”
  She wiped her eyes with a hiccup, “He did?”
 Wolf’s mouth twitched with a sad smile, “He did. He told me. Just the same way I do.”
 “He taught us somethin’, man,” Dave gave Kipo’s back a pat, “Deep inside…that monkey had a heart of pure gold.”
 Kipo sniffed, drying the tears from her eyes and her head slowly rose, “We should have a ceremony…to celebrate Hugo’s life. I won’t give up searching, but if…if we never…” she paused there for a few seconds, then slowly got to her feet, “We’ll have it at his palace…dress up in nice costumes like he would have wanted.”
 She smiled, looking to her father, who smiled back, placing a hand on each side of her face and giving her forehead a kiss before resting his against hers, “That’s an excellent idea.”
 He gave his daughter a hug, and the group gathered around to comfort their heart broken friend.
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 Never in his life would Hugo have dreamed he would consume this much of anything that had originated from the ocean. He forced down the last bite of salty, three week old fish that he had portioned out for himself. He had luckily found several old salt packets in his center console to preserve the last of the meat with. He probably had one of his ape nobles to thank for that; Gerard, most likely.
 But now, rations were wearing thin, and he hadn’t come across an edible thing, plant or animal, in days. He had managed to catch some rainwater; lucky, since the salted fish had quickly dried up, therefore providing him no extra hydration.
 Marie Antoinette, his long deceased flamingo, was no longer there to bait scavenging mega fish or birds. He had noticed the car riding lower and lower in the water, fish having eaten away at the underside of her. He realized that she had been the only thing keeping the little craft afloat. He had finally managed to fix both airbags on either side of the car to act as buoys and pried the remains loose to float off to their own destination.
 It hadn’t taken long for Hugo to make an attempt at creating some kind of melody with the waterlogged piano. It was certainly better than no music at all. He managed to retune some of the strings, but the stunted sound that came from the keys were still quite lackluster. He almost longed for the twang of a Timbercat banjo.
 He did occasionally sing to himself. At times, he felt himself quite manic, and would make up little songs that an only slightly saner version of himself would have found quite idiotic. But they had rendered him helpless with laughter at the time; something he worried a little about later but concluded was much needed.
 He wished he had had something to write with, but there wasn’t a utensil in sight, and the only paper was the crinkled, water stained picture of Aurum he still had in his waistcoat pocket. That and used salt packets.
 He had also strung together some wind chimes using mega koi scales and string from the air fresheners he had found in the glovebox. They didn’t make the prettiest noise, but it was a pleasant break from nothing but rolling waves.
 Hugo chuckled sarcastically at himself as he gave the chimes that were now hung from the rear view mirror a whack, “Oh just look at you, Hugo! Living right smack in the absolute LAP of luxury! Do you think the folks back home will be impressed?!” he leaned over the piano to rest his head on the dash, “Impressed that I’m still living, perhaps.”
 He prattled on quietly, delirious as the setting sun cast an intense, pink glow into his squinting eyes, “Let’s keep them impressed, Hugo, old boy…for at least a mite longer.”
 He held his star blanket up to the light, admiring the bright purple it turned as pink light hit blue fabric. It was almost the same color as Kipo’s jaguar eyes, gleaming in the darkness of the night. He stared as the fabric fluttered in the ocean breeze, watching shadows ripple.
 That was when he noticed something odd. As the wind died down, the blanket flattened, and instead of the pin straight expanse of the ocean creating a darker spot on the blanket in front of him, the once flat horizon peaked up slightly in the center.
 His eyes widened as his senses came back to him, and he dropped the blanket to the dash. Out on the horizon was an island.
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laurelsofhighever · 4 years
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The Falcon and the Rose Ch.62 - The Shadow and the Flame
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Chapter Rating: Teen Warnings: None Relationships: Alistair/Female Cousland Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Fereldan Civil War AU - No Blight, Romance, Angst, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Cousland Feels, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort
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She wandered, lost. The world around her only took shape when she looked at it out of the corner of her eye, otherwise it drifted, hazy, swirls of insubstantial green fog that stroked over her skin like cold fingers. She shivered, and drew her arms across her chest as if she were caught out in a rainstorm, though she couldn’t feel the water, or smell the wind, or hear anything but the harshness of her own breath in her ears. When she tried to work out where she might be, how long she might have been walking, a deep pain twisted in her gut, on the left side, which brought her stumbling to her knees. Something lurked in the shadows just beyond her sight, huge and looming, and apparently content to follow at a distance.  
She’s still fighting…
The voice echoed, not quite in her mind but neither voiced in the air around her. It held the familiarity of a distant vibration of thunder, a warmth against her face that put strength back into her legs and stoked her courage to keep going. She kept the hulking shadow that watched her on her right side, like a landmark, fighting the itch on the back of her neck that urged her to break into a run. Every nerve in her body screamed not to go near it, whatever it was, but turning her back on it completely filled her with even greater dread. Its malicious amusement licked over her skin, cast doubt in her mind. Where was she going? What would she accomplish by simply trudging on until she dropped of exhaustion? There was something she was meant to be doing, some place she had to reach. Her right arm tingled, and the pain in her side worsened, but she used the discomfort to focus, to order her thoughts and shake loose the panic clutching at her chest.
Her feet crunched over black dirt. Hours passed. She realised she was in armour, the rattle of mail against plate with every step nudging something in her memory. There ought to be a battle – her aurum cuirass was stained with red – and as green mist swirled around her ankles, shapes solidified in the distance, spears and corpses and pendulous, tattered banners, but as with everything else in this strange world, they vanished like fish scattering before the shadow of a heron when she tried to look. Her step bounced too lightly over the earth without the weight of a sword to hold her down.  
She blinked, halted. Somehow, the mass she had been watching from the corner of her eye had risen in front of her again, but before she could turn about or even wonder how she had become confused, the mist parted and the shape resolved itself into the gatehouse of Castle Cousland. Nobody hallooed her from the battlements, and yet the great oak door stood unbarred, the portcullis raised, and so she let herself be drawn further on.
As soon as she stepped into the bailey, she wished she had stayed outside. The ghostly remains of the battle she had seen before returned to plague her sight, but this time the bodies strewn over the ground like autumn leaves bore the colours of houses she knew. Cousland dead, with West Hill and Rainesfere and Redcliffe slumped before their standards, and right in the centre, in a knot of broken, twisted limbs, the cream and gold banner of the royal house drifted in a breeze she didn’t feel, the scarlet War Dogs still reared and snarling at an enemy that had long since passed them by.
“This wasn’t supposed to happen,” she breathed, unable to tear her eyes away. “This isn’t right…”
This is your failure.
She flinched at the voice, ducked and spun on her heel, grasping for the sword hilt that was not there. Unlike the one she had heard before, this boomed over her head and clamoured in her ears like the blow of a carnyx. Her eyes darted wildly over the battlefield to try and locate the speaker, to end it if she could.
How pathetic you are, her enemy jeered. You think to use your might against me, but what good is it when you can’t even save them?
The dead came into sharper focus, their faces – had they had faces, before? She saw Morrence, her mouth still gaping in a final battle cry, Gideon trapped beneath his horse, and Cailan, the gleam of his armour crusted black with blood.
“No…”
You were not worth your father’s sacrifice.
“No!” she cried, and whirled again. “This isn’t the truth – this can’t be what happened!”
You didn’t make it to them in time, the voice explained, as if she were stupid. You couldn’t save any of them. Did you think you mattered – that anything you did mattered?
Stalking through the paths of the once-familiar bailey, she ground her teeth to try and drown out the mocking in her ears, alert for any unexpected movement that might reveal the whereabouts of her tormentor. Ahead of her, the walls continued their silent vigil, their facing streaked with soot, and their heights obscured by a swirling bank of dark cloud. The keep steps were slippery with blood.
“This isn’t what happened,” she repeated, turning. As she watched, the battlefield disintegrated, bodies rotting to bones, bones flaking to dust, dust blowing away in that same unseemly wind that never touched her face, and something deep in her gut told her that if she kept watching, the walls themselves would crack and fall to rubble, and she would be the only thing left in the world as the stars above winked out.
Tears tracked warm down her cheeks. She squeezed her eyes shut, denying the vision. “Help me.”
“I’m here.”
Not expecting an answer, she started. Alistair stood before her on the terrace, dressed in dark clothes she had never seen before, with something in his stance that kept him aloof, and cold, and beyond her reach. A phantom pressure closed on her hand as she breathed his name, the familiarity of it disjointed against the strange non-feeling that gripped the rest of her body. She realised she ought to be in pain, or at least tired from all the fighting, and instead there was only a strange hollowness, a lack of weight like the first fog of a headcold.
“After what you’ve done, you have some nerve showing your face here,” Alistair said, breaking the line of her thoughts.
She frowned. “What do you mean?”
“You were exiled,” he scoffed. “Cousland is a black name – for all that matters, since you’ll die alone and unloved. Unmourned. Forgotten in some hovel with nothing but foxes and flies for company.”
“Why are you saying this?” She shook her head, tried to clear her vision of the haze that blurred him at the edges. “There’s something wrong here. Something’s following me.”
“Why should I care?”  
“Don’t you?”
He tilted a pitying look at her distress, and sighed as if she were a child forcing his patience. “I never loved you, Rosslyn.”
“I don’t believe it,” she countered.  
“I felt sorry for you. I was curious, and now I’m bored of you.”
The words cut, but worse was the sneering edge of the smile he turned on her, which widened and twisted into something unrecognisable as a lump rose in the back of her throat.
“This isn’t you,” she managed. “You aren’t cruel.”
“I lied.”
“No…” Something clicked. “You’re a demon.”
The image of Alistair dissolved with a snarl. Rosslyn stepped back, glancing around for a trick, only to catch movement above her, at the top of the keep. The dark cloud that had been sitting on the walls coalesced into solid form. It twitched. She recognised mouthparts – pincers like those of a spider, and long, chitinous legs that unfolded themselves as the creature reached towards her. There were eyes everywhere, not just on its head but down its limbs, milky-white orbs bulging like pustules from its legs and all over its body. True horror welled in her chest, then. She had no weapon, nothing to defend herself, no one to help her, and as its voice once more boomed over her head, a foetid stink caught in her nose and she knew she would not escape.
Do you think to fight me? it mocked as she squared her shoulders nonetheless. Do you think this is the first time you thought to face me? You are a worm on a hook, and I have many like you under my spell. Its laugh shivered across her skin, like hailstones on a pond. I know the little lost wolf cub who dreamed of a better world, and the mortal mage who thought to wield the power of a god for his people, the freeholder’s boy who tried to rescue his country. All of them are more powerful than you, and yet all are beholden to me, all dance on my strings. I puppet them and they give me their fears, they feed me. What hope did you ever have?
She broke. She fled. Down the steps, through the barbican, out into the wastes with the Nightmare laughing and scuttling at her heels. She was in the Fade, she had to be – she had to wake up, the rest could be figured out later. The warmth in her left hand grew stronger, drawing her like a beacon –
The ground gave out beneath her feet. The sickening crack of ice that she knew so well, and then that instant of weightlessness, the shock of cold and the blind, bubbling panic as the water closed over her head. She hadn’t even seen the river. The current tugged at her as she twisted and kicked upwards, but the hole where she had fallen in had vanished. Her fists banged against a glass-clear sheet of brackish ice, and for a moment the world above was dark, void, the last thing she would ever see.
And then a roaring grew in her ears, a huge beat of air like the strain of sailcloth in a storm, and with it a burst of red-orange light that flared with a heat she felt even from her prison, and then even the green tendrils of mist were swallowed by darkness. Her lungs were bursting. The current in her ears swirled with the sound of voices, distant and ebbing, but pulling her away nonetheless. She scrabbled at the ice above her, desperate, only to freeze again when a flash of light above outlined the shape of something with wings and a long, serpentine neck that shrank and transformed into the outline of a human-sized figure. The glitter of scales became a glint of mail, the dragon’s horns echoed in the iron crown sat atop the figure’s head. The details were fuzzy, and Rosslyn wondered distantly if it were magic or just the drowning.
Well, well, what have we here? the stranger asked. As with the Nightmare, the words entered directly into her head, though these were gentler, and she could see lips moving in the shadows of the woman’s face. A mouse ever so eager to get back to the cat’s paws. A smile. No, child. You must breathe.
It was a command. Compelled, she inhaled. Cold water filled her mouth, her throat burned, and with a pair of yellow eyes gleaming at her, the river sucked her down into nothingness.
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cowtale-utau · 4 years
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So this is Biltmore Estate. The architectural style is off, but this is the approximate size of the manor the skeles call home. It’s absurdly massive.
I am building a house in the Sims that is the one featured in the Mop chronicles, and is the original house the skele’s lived in before ending up here.
There’s also way more trees, mountains etc in the area they’re in. This place is kinda hidden out of the way. You stumble through the woods and then bam! Big ass house.
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This one is closer to the style of the manor. The shapes are closer to what I picture. And the aesthetic. Old stone and covered in vines.
The manor sits in an out of the way hollow, well concealed by mountains and forests, cut through by a nearby river. Geographically, the location makes very little sense, and those sensitive to it might find that space feels a bit bent there. Probably because it is. The manor and the property it sits on is a very old mage relic, long abandoned until our resident explorers, Aurum and Viridis, stumbled upon it. Knowing the value of what they had found, they quickly reported back to Ace. While initially Ace was reluctant to claim such an expansive property, the choice was taken out of his hands when the wards settled themselves into his magic. He resigned to holding the place. The place is more than big enough for the entire Skeleton Clan and then some. 
There are also several smaller homes on the property, ranging from 1-2 bedroom cabins, up to 6-8 bedroom family homes. Everyone has a place to stay, and several other monsters also have alternate homes they can stay in, should they wish to leave the city for a bit. The shape of the landscape lends plenty of privacy to everyone, so while perhaps not far apart in mileage, they can still feel as though they have plenty of their own space.
The wards on the property, and the wards on the manor themselves are technically two separate sets of wards, but they are linked, and control of both is held by Ace. Most of the property wards are based on remaining hidden, and maintaining the spatial distortion, while the house wards are centered around both home maintenance, and protection. Ace, and the others, struggle being comfortable with some of the stronger protection wards, as they tend to uncomfortably barrier-like.
Most of the skeles stay in the main house, when not travelling or staying in New Ebott, but there are a handful of exceptions. Tender and Cook prefer to keep mostly too themselves in a nearby cabin. Aurum and Viridis have a decently sized home about a half mile away. Sage and Thyme typically stay on the off property farms, but do stop by often. Haze and Cirrus usually stay in their own home in New Orleans.
Most of monsterkind stays in New Ebott, with a few smaller settlements spread across the territory. There is a small percentage that lives out amongst humans, guide to where is and isn’t safe by the wandering skeleton troupe.
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reynaisthequeen · 4 years
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Mythology Clash Pt. 1 Newcomer in Camp Jupiter.
Hey guys! In my last post I said that wouldn’t it be awesome if 2 COMPLETELY different mythologies met? I said that I was going to make a fic out of it so here we go. Roman and Filipino mythology! 
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Different is the perfect word Reyna described on what was supposed to be her “break day”. What she had imagined was a relaxing morning, graciously saying hello to her fellow comrades, and then retreating to her favorite thinking spot. But today was the complete opposite. As she stepped out of the Principia a painful shriek went loose in the air. The praetor darted to where the sound had come from and that lead her to where Terminus stood with the look of dread planted on his face. Beyond the barrier was a horrific-looking creature. The monster was all pale skin with its wings attached to its arms, and was so skinny you can see rivers upon rivers of blueish green veins. She turned to Frank who had the same look as Terminus along with many others. She had never seen a creature like this before which made her even more nervous than she already is. Reyna knows better than to attack an enemy force without knowing what it is. Just as she opened her mouth to ask Frank if he knew what it was, a girl with black hair came out of nowhere and ran underneath the monster mocking it to come down. 
The girl had such a minimalistic fashion statement. She wore light jeans that were rolled slightly above her ankles, a tucked in plain black T-shirt, and white converse sneakers. In her hand was some sort of sword. The handle was wooden and engraved. The blade itself is single-edged (much to Reyna’s surprise) with the left-flat side having a small hook and the other having a normal sword point. The girl looked awfully small compared to the beast, around 5’4. After 5 minutes of shouting, the monster came down, and with a blur, the girl hacked its head off with such brutality Julius Cesar would be impressed. This teaches a lesson about never judge a book by its cover. Reyna realized that her jaw had been open the whole time and was eager to talk to her. However, Terminus came first along with Julia. She studied the girl as she talked to the god. She talked to Terminus in a stern and serious tone but greeted Julia with a soft hello. She tried to make out words of their conversation. “Why the heck would I have a letter?” “I was sent here by someone who had a planet for a name“ After some talk, the statue let her in. Weird. The girl turned and looked at the crowd that had formed to see what the problem was outside the barrier, paused, and sheathed her sword. Her features looked a little Hispanic but you can never assume somebody’s ethnicity. Her arms were broad along with her shoulders and jawline. But what was unsettling is that she had stormy dark eyes like Reyna. Reyna looked around to see if anyone was going to say something but of course everyone was still in shock including the Lares. Reyna mustered up some words that ended up in her voice cracking saying,” What was that?” The girl turned around to look at her. Gods, she’s so intimidating. Reyna thought. Much to Reyna’s surprise, the girl had a smooth and rich voice for someone who looks 16. “An Aswang. It’s basically a vampire. And please, don’t remind me of those things. They’re terrifying.” Reyna and Frank looked at each other and brought her to their office with a crowd following them in some sort of procession. Once they arrived the praetors inspected the weapon and Reyna was in awe. The handle was made from ivory and had been engraved to look like a creature. “What is the blade made out of?” Frank asked. “Chromite”. Chromite? Reyna had never heard of any weapon being crafted from Chromite. For such a strong metal it’s genius to make a weapon out of it. As she stared at the weapon the girl asked,” So you’re not going to ask what my name is? That’s a pretty rookie move considering you’ve just let a stranger into your place without making them address who they are.” The praetors looked flustered. They turned to look at the girl who was scratching Aurum under the chin. “Then state your identity and why you have come.” “Ok magistrate. My name’s Danielle, and some planet sent me here. I think his name’s Mars or something.” “Nice name”Frank whispered to himself which Danielle heard and politely replied,”Salamat.” Reyna asked what it meant and Danielle replied,”It’s Filipino for thank you. Well, in my dialect at least. I speak Bisaya.” Filipino? In New Rome? Sent by Mars? Is she even a Demigod? Questions like these flooded into Reyna’s mind. “Anyways...” Danielle yawned “Can I please have my sword back? I feel like if I leave it there any longer for you guys to gawk at you two would start kissing it.” A smile tugged at the corner Reyna’s mouth and gave it back to the owner. “What’s the name of the sword?” Reyna asked. “It’s called a Kampilan. Ever heard of Ferdinand Magellan? The globe guy? Yeah well my ancestors killed him with this thing.” Reyna looked at the blade with shock to see how much history with gore the weapon possessed. She knew that she would have much to talk about with the newcomer.
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goose-books · 4 years
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soft asks!! bitty or aurum? or both 👀👀
TYSM AVI!! i did bitty here, so here’s an aurum for you! i apologize for taking eighty years to get to this but i hope i’ve made up for it by once again proving i cannot be concise about TMR ever. ever. daily TMR ted talk
(aurum’s home WIP) (the soft asks)
what they smell like
like perfume, honestly. he’s not JUST the boy king of the raven kingdom, he’s also a professional Pretty Boy TM; it’s part of the job.
what their favorite smells in the world are
...i mean. perfume. the kid likes his luxury. he’s also partial to vanilla (it’s calming. fuck a magical anti-stress potion; just give him some lavender to sniff while he takes deep breaths. this is how trauma is fixed right)
on a less fun note! he has complicated feelings about the smell of iron. like, it’s not a GOOD smell (and as the plot marches on, iron tends to make aurum increasingly itchy and queasy dfdsfsbfsdbfbsdfbds. “magic isn’t real” he says. “the fae are fake” he says), but it reminds him of his mother, who wore obscene amounts of iron jewelry. and since she’s been gone for five years, tangible reminders of her are... few and far between these days.
what pajamas they wear
again, i’ll admit that i know very little about Generic Medieval Fantasy Pajamas, but they’re definitely silk. not that it really matters, because aurum doesn’t really... sleep? either he’s sneaking out at night for various reasons, or he’s just... having insomnia. asmr you enter the raven king’s chambers at night to murder him or something and he’s sitting on the floor in a silk nightgown muttering to himself as he reads about taxes by the light of a precariously uncovered candle and also he’s sixteen
my favorite ship (if applicable) and a cute hc about them
i don’t think i’ve talked about this before, but aurum does have a boyfriend! at least in the first draft of TMR. said boyfriend’s name is rye and he’s moon’s cousin! he works in the castle stables. they got together as teenagers and were never SUPER serious, but their relationship is... a little tangled these days as aurum is now officially The Most Powerful Person In The Land and rye... works in the castle stables. oh well.
i feel a little bad for having never talked about Aurum Canon Boyfriend before so in place of a headcanon have their first on-page interaction:
Aurum looked to Rye, who bowed exaggeratedly. “Your Highness,” he enunciated.
“It’s Majesty now. And bowing doesn’t become you. You’re far too lovely.”
Rye curtsied exaggeratedly. “Your Highness.”
Despite himself, Aurum smiled. Even in drab servants’ garb, Rye was handsome. Like Moon, he was pale, sharp-faced, and lanky, but his brown eyes held a glimmering softness that hers didn’t. His long fingers were calloused, but Aurum had been witness to how delicately they could work the knots from a horse’s mane, or thread a needle, or caress a collarbone.
“You know it’s ridiculous for you to flirt with me,” Rye pointed out as he rose. “Being His Majesty and all.”
“If you propose, I’ll abdicate.”
my favorite friendship (if applicable) and a cute hc about them
moon moon moon! aurum n moon. just a traumatized teenage king with untapped magical powers and the teenage anarchist who can’t stop causing trouble in his kingdom but has also been friends with him for like five years. a perfect duo with no interpersonal problems. god they are so messy and i love them
my fav thing about them is actually established in canon and that’s the fact that moon will just... show up in aurum’s room. like. yes he has guards. no that doesn’t stop her. she’ll climb up to his balcony or climb to the roof and then down through his window. there’s an early scene where she comes in to sit on his floor while he’s literally taking a bath and she just averts her eyes and starts talking to him like he’s not a) naked and b) trying to wash river water out of his hair for god’s sake
a song that reminds me of them
second son by call security!
late at night when everyone has gone to sleep, i walk by moonlight up and down my street
not aurum escaping the raven castle at night to investigate mysteries and be melancholy...
and so the mask is coming off that I have worn of someone else, cause i was never born to live another life, i want to live my own
and like... he’s LITERALLY a second son and the fact that he spent fifteen years as the royal spare before suddenly becoming king is HUGE and influences pretty much his entire arc!!
what animal i think they would be if they were an animal
i KNOW i keep assigning my ocs catkin i KNOW but like. aurum’s original character concept from when i was twelve years old was a catboy so what can i really say. plus he’s 1) crafty 2) liable to pretend like he doesn’t want your attention but keep giving it to him please and 3) a little too curious for his own good. you know what they say.
what position they sleep in
whatever position his body passes out in when he’s been awake for three days 😔
their favorite drink
hot cider!! oh to be a littler aurum ravenfang sitting next to a massive fireplace with a mug of hot cider and a very alive twin
a gift i would give them if i could
the man has everything money can buy in TMR-verse so i’d have to show him non TMR-verse things. like mario kart. and therapy. also the bi flag so he could incorporate it into his royal standard somehow
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skepticalcatfrog · 5 years
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Shattered Crown Chapter 4
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Summary: After disaster strikes in Prince Roman's kingdom, he must go on a quest in order to take back the crown that is rightfully his. He will travel with three companions on an epic adventure, gaining many friends and enemies along the way. Those three companions are an intelligent inventor With a mysterious past, a cheerful wizard With a dark secret, and.. the assassin who was sent to kill him two years prior.
Pairings: (Eventual) Prinxiety and Logicality
Word count: 2,770
Author's Notes: This chapter is the last one that I have totally done, so the next couple chapters will probably be posted a bit slower.
“No… That's not possible… I mean, he talked about it, but I never thought he actually would…” Virgil shook his head, burying his face in his hands.
“Well, he also had people throw me out a window, so you might have to change your thinking a bit.” Roman crossed his arms.
“Oh my gods… he's worse than I thought.” Virgil lifted his head to look Roman in the eyes. “I'm so sorry for what he put you through. And that's really hard for me to say, because I thought that I'd defend him, no matter what. But he's really crossed a line.”
“Well… I'm glad you agree.” Roman looked slightly surprised. “Does this mean we could maybe not hate each other anymore?”
“We'll see. I still don't even know you that well.” Virgil pointed out.
“Okay then. Make sure to get back to me when you have a definitive answer.” Roman picked up the book he'd put down. “I'll be looking forward to it.”
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A couple hours later, after the sun rose, Patton woke up as well. Lavender had gotten into the room at some point while he was sleeping, and was curled up on the side of his head, purring loudly right into his ear. He held in a sneeze, so that he didn't wake up the small cat. Or Logan, who was still asleep on the floor.
Patton carefully lifted Lavender off of his head and sat up, letting her sit on the chair next to him. He turned around to look at his friend, wondering if he'd ended up fixing his hand after all.
A couple minutes later, Logan woke up as well. Patton had picked up one of his journals from the desk, and was reading notes that Logan had taken about trips he'd gone on.
"Oh, hello Patton." Logan stood up and went to sit next to him, making sure to move Lavender before he sat down. She immediately hopped back up and curled up on Logan's lap. "What are you still doing in here? I'd think that Roman and Virgil would be awake by now."
"I was waiting for you." Patton explained.
"Why?" Logan began absentmindedly petting the peach-colored kitten.
"I don't know, I just thought that I should." Patton shrugged. "I was reading your notes while I was waiting, I hope you don't mind."
"I don't mind, but I am a bit surprised. No one's ever found them interesting before."
"Really?" Patton looked up from the book. "I think they're awesome. When do you have time to get to all these places?"
"Well I… don't have very much family." Logan answered. "I'd prefer to leave it at that, if that's alright."
"Of course." Patton nodded. "I get it, don't really have the best family history either. But… if you ever did want to talk about it, I'm always available. I know you're a good person."
"How are you so sure?" Logan narrowed his eyes skeptically. "We've just met."
"I can just tell." Patton smiled.
Logan didn't want to admit it, but being called a good person made him happy. He hadn't heard those words associated with his name in a while.
He was so caught up in his thinking that he didn't realize Patton was still talking. He shook his head to clear it of thoughts.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?"
"Oh, I was just wondering if you got your arm to work again." Patton repeated.
"Yes, I did." Logan moved his fingers to demonstrate. "I realize that you were already asleep by then."
"How did you make it?" Patton asked, staring at the arm curiously.
"I used materials that I found, along with things I bought with whatever money I had." Logan pointed out a spring that looked slightly older than the others. "For example, this I found on a river bank. It took forever to remove the rust from it."
Patton nodded to show he understood, looking genuinely fascinated by what Logan had to say. That was also new to him.
"Wow… I can do magic, but I'm not smart enough to do something like that." Patton said sheepishly.
"I'm sure you're very intelligent." Logan assured him. "Doing magic requires a strong brain, and great focus. Botany, as well. The fact that you have managed to single handedly maintain an entire greenhouse full of healthy plants while also studying magic is very impressive."
Patton blushed faintly. "Thanks, Logan."
"You are very welcome, Patton." He picked up Lavender and put her back on the floor. "So, should we see how Roman and Virgil are doing?"
"Yeah, probably." Patton agreed. "If I'm being honest, I don't know how long we can leave them alone out there before they start arguing."
Logan nodded and they both went out to the living room, where they were surprised to find Virgil and Roman sitting silently in the same room, not bothered at all by the other's presence.
"Oh, hey guys." At the sound of Virgil's voice, Lavender immediately darted over to him and curled up on his chest, purring loudly. He was clearly her favorite already, even though she'd just met him yesterday.
"So, how did the work go?" Roman asked, putting the book he'd been reading on the table next to him.
"It was very successful." Logan answered.
"How long have you guys been up?" Patton sat on the couch next to Virgil.
"For a couple hours." Virgil moved over a bit to make room for him.
"What were you doing that whole time?" Logan sat in the chair in the other corner of the room.
Virgil and Roman quickly filled the other two in on what had happened.
"Oh my gods…" Patton's eyes widened.
"What are we supposed to do?" Logan furrowed his brow.
"There's nothing we can do at this point." Patton grimaced, recovering from his momentary shock. "I've… I've heard stories about Ethan. He has unlimited power, and once he decides that he wants something, he gets it. I heard that he used to have… a brother. He shunned him and ended up chasing him away from their kingdom, just because they didn't agree. It happened… a little less than one year ago. I think."
"How do you know so much about Ethan?" Virgil asked. "I didn't even know he had a brother, and I lived with him for about seven or eight years."
"People talk about him a lot. I listen, and remember." Patton brushed it off as if it was nothing.
"Back to the task at hand." Logan reminded them. "Is there really no way to fight him?"
"There has to be something we can do." Roman gripped the arm of the chair. "I need to get my kingdom back."
"Well… I think there might be one thing." Patton looked deep in thought. He stood up and walked over to the bookshelf. He scanned it for a moment before pulling on a book, which seemed to be some sort of lever. The bookshelf moved aside to reveal another bookshelf in the wall behind it, with only a few books on it. Patton grabbed a dusty book from the shelf, that looked like it hadn't been moved in a while. He handed the book to Roman and sat back on the couch. "I made that notebook a while ago. It's got information on all the most powerful and dangerous spells, as well as how to reverse them."
"Really?" Roman opened the book to see a map of all the area surrounding Patton's house, and began flipping through the pages. "Virgil, if you don't mind, could you please help me find the spell? You're the only one who's witnessed it first-hand."
"I guess that would be the best way to find it…" Virgil sighed and held out his hand. "Give me the book."
Roman handed it over and Virgil began reading the pages. After a couple minutes, he pointed to a page and showed it to Roman. "This is it."
Roman took the notebook and began reading.
'Name of spell: Unknown.
Description of use: The user must save power by not using any other spells over a varying amount of time (time varies based on power stored to begin with). The user creates a mass of pure energy, and must make contact with it in order to use the spell. It can be either direct or indirect, but results will change. The color of the spell also changes, depending on the color of the user's soul.
Power Needed: 100%
Mortality Rate (Direct Contact): 90%
Mortality Rate (Indirect Contact): 50%
Effects: Powers of persuasion, heightened magical ability, mind control capabilities, shape shifting, mind reading, among many others.
Spell Reversal: There isn't a reversal in the sense that the spell can be completely undone, so to speak, but there are a few objects that can be used to dull or cancel out the power of the spell/the user.
Option 1: The shadow blades. They are under very high security, but if you can get to them, they will be very useful. They functions as real daggers, as well as weakening magic of any kind. They are kept in the kingdom of Shadowbrook, which was named after the blades.
Option 2: 'Verum'. (Translation: 'Truth' in Latin) Verum can be used to reveal things such as hidden passages, or for these purposes, shapeshifters. This relic is located in the kingdom of Aurum (Translation: 'Gold' in Latin).
Option 3: The ruby crown. It prevents mind control very well. Although, this one is a more difficult one to find, since no one knows exactly where it is, but it is very recognizable.
Option 4: The sapphire necklace. This necklace protects the brain from mind reading, so you can prevent an opponent from knowing your thoughts. It is kept somewhere in the Caeruleum (Translation: 'Blue' in Latin) kingdom.'
"So… which relic are we going to go after?" Roman closed the book, but held the page with his finger.
"All of them." Virgil shrugged. "Might as well. I mean, what's the use of just one if he has all of the powers they fight against?"
"That would take a very long time, but I suppose that would be the most logical solution…" Logan narrowed his eyes in thought.
"Okay then, where do we go first?" Patton asked.
Roman looked back at the map in the front of the journal, seeing which place was the closest. He held up the book for the others to see and pointed out each place as he spoke.
"So, it looks like Shadowbrook is the closest, it'll probably only take a day walking to get there, then Caeruleum, then Aurum, but it's still a long way from Caeruleum to Aurum."
"So it's settled. We go to Shadowbrook first." Virgil nodded. "We should probably leave now, since it's so early. We'll want as much daylight as possible."
Patton glanced at Roman, who was wearing all white. "You probably wouldn't want to go to Shadowbrook wearing that..."
"Why? What's wrong with it?" Roman looked at his own clothes.
"A town like Shadowbrook is shrouded in darkness, as the name implies. If you go there wearing that, you'll stand out quite a bit." Logan explained.
"He's right. And standing out is probably not the best idea for you, since everyone thinks you're dead." Patton pointed out. "If word gets out that you're alive, Ethan could send people to look for you."
"So… what should I do?" Roman asked, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees.
"I could probably find a cloak for you to use to hide your face. And…" Patton snapped his fingers and Roman's clothes turned black, fading into red near the wrists. "I can do magic, too."
"Cool." Roman admired the slight change in wardrobe. "But what about you, Patton? Your clothes aren't exactly dark, either."
Patton snapped his fingers again, and his normally pastel colored jacket and wizard's hat became different shades of black and gray, with silver details.
"Okay, well that's kind of all we have to do, right?" Virgil asked.
"Yes, I believe so." Logan nodded. "We don't have anything to pack, so I believe that is all."
"Hang on, before we go, Roman could you come with me for a second?" Patton stood up and beckoned Roman to follow him to the greenhouse.
They stepped into the greenhouse and Roman immediately knew why they were there. Roman's armor stood in the corner, good as new.
He immediately rushed over to it and put it on, smiling like he was five years old again.
"Thank you so much, Patton." He turned back to the shorter boy. "This really means a lot to me."
"You're welcome!" Patton smiled brightly.
A couple minutes later, all four of the boys were standing outside Patton's house. It was in the middle of a big open field, which was surrounded by the mountains. Patton had put a protective spell in the house that would keep intruders out, and help take care of Lavender. And with that, plus checking to make sure they had everything they needed a couple of times, they were on their way.
Luckily, they made it out of the mountain range unharmed. Roman assumed that it was because the dragons were bored of them.
"So, how exactly do we get to Shadowbrook?" Roman asked.
"Well, I have the map from my journal." Patton handed him the notebook.
"Why does Shadowbrook have a question mark next to it?" Roman pointed it out, showing Patton the page.
"Well… the entrance to Shadowbrook is hidden. Under some sort of magical protection. It took me a while to figure something out, but I'm pretty sure that's where it is." He explained.
They walked on a clear path for a while before reaching a dark, ominous forest. The trees reached up so high that they seemed to pierce the clouds, which hung like smoke in the sky. The shadows that came from the trees looked like hands with long sharp fingers.
"Well this place isn't unsettling at all." Virgil said sarcastically, raising his eyebrow.
"This is it." Patton said. "I think this is how we'll get into the kingdom."
"There doesn't appear to be a secret entrance." Logan stepped forward to touch a tree.
"How do we even know that this is the right place?" Roman tried to look into the dark forest, but it was nearly pitch black past the first couple layers of trees.
"We don't, but this can't be just a forest. Not if it looks like this." Patton said determinedly.
"I don't know. It just seems like a regular creepy forest." Virgil observed.
"Well we have to keep moving, secret entrance or not." Roman was the first to walk into the darkness. The closer he got to the forest, the colder the air got.
"Roman, you can't just-" Virgil's voice was cut off as soon as the prince stepped past the first tree.
The whole world fell into darkness, and he felt the temperature drop. It felt like he was suspended in midair. For a moment, he was reminded of his fall from the window, but the feeling soon faded.
He fell onto cold grass, and when he looked it was completely gray and covered in frost. Everything seemed drained of color, even his own skin. Snow was falling all around him, and a thin layer covered the ground. He stood up and brushed the snow and dirt off of himself. In front of him was a large black gate, seemingly made of obsidian or something similar. Behind the gate stood a tall, imposing castle, made of the same material as the gate. It looked like a shadow, except for stained glass windows being the only color. The castle was surrounded by houses. This was a kingdom, he knew it. If anyone could spot a kingdom, it was him.
A couple seconds later, the other three stumbled through what seemed to be a portal. Virgil immediately stomped over to Roman, scowling.
"What were you thinking?" Virgil shivered slightly, clearly not having anticipated the cold, since his arms were exposed. "We don't know what could've been in that forest! It might not have been the secret entrance! You could've been hurt, or worse!"
"Trust me, I wasn't thinking at all." Roman responded. He gestured to the gate. "But look! We're somewhere, right?"
"Yeah, we are." Patton's eyes widened. He approached the gate and places his hand on one of the bars. He muttered something under his breath and his hand glowed light blue. With a loud creak, the gate swung open. He turned back to the rest of the group. "I was right. This is the entrance. Logan, Roman, Virgil, welcome to Shadowbrook."
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hobimysun-shine · 5 years
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bts as billie eilish songs
I love both artist so much because they are so diverse, so driven and in love with their art, so here’s what my mind created at 2am when i actually gotta study for an exam, but anyhow, enjoy
Jeon Jungkook - Ocean eyes 
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“Can't stop thinking of your diamond mind Careful creature Made friends with time”
- color scheme: Venice lavender; purple rain; valor blue 
- grey clouds, quiet ocean, salty air, cold sand, bare feet, long sweater, careful wind, watery eyes, 
- angelic, naive, trusting, incapable of stopping emotions
- a feel of uncertainty for the future, because you still have so much to experience in life, it’s hard to know who to trust, where to go and what your tears mean, who you should give them to 
- young love, pain
- it basically speaks of someone who is impressed by another human - love based on instinct and intuition, when you’re young you just feel things, even if you don’t know where these emotions come from (jungkook-namjoon relationship) ; 
- trusting someone by the feeling you get around them, without being able to trust your common sense,
- have you seen jungkook’s beautiful, ocean, doe eyes ?? (if not, then wth you doin’ with your life))
Park Jimin - idontwannabeyouanymore
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“I just wish you could feel what you say Show, never tell But I know you too well Got a mood that you wish you could sell
Tell the mirror what you know she's heard before I don't wanna be you anymore”
- color scheme: pale smoke; scotch mist; apple blossom 
- cold air, morning dew, raindrops at the bottom of your window, the fabric softener your mom uses to wash your sheets, soft breathing on the side of your neck, white mirrors 
-  self-persuasion, self-critique, inner conflict, serenity, content, libra’s aesthetic approach
- if you have listened to lie and looked at the lyrics, you know why i chose this song for jimin 
- you basically get the feeling that the person is speaking to himself in this song, trying to find an answer, as to why he puts himself through all these hardships, when he could break free from this vacuum of perfectionism he created for himself
- let’s be real, we all know what jimin had to go through and maybe is still going through with being too harsh on himself, with his body image and his appearance on stage, i hope he is doing well now and is content with himself, cause he is a 100/10 and we all love him so much 
Kim Taehyung - hostage; my boy 
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“I wanna be alone Alone with you - does that make sense? I wanna steal your soul”
“ My boy's an ugly crier but he's such a pretty liar”
- color scheme: concord purple; red wine; aurum gold
- big windows, night sky, city view, studio apartment, dark walls, smell of acrylic paint, ripped jeans with that paint splattered on them, acoustic guitars on the walls, quiet jazz music, film paper smoke, deep laughter, strong arms around your waist
- artistic freedom, no fear of judgement, mutual understanding, chest butterflies, assurance, hope, soulmates, in tune with your emotions, who cares if the world doesn’t get us, we get us
- hostage just reminds me of two people, who connect on a soul level so much, that what happens is their love turns into mutual engagement, similar to keeping each other as hostages in their hearts, however i wanted to turn the meaning of that song less toxic for taehyung,, 
- i believe that if there’s a member that would want to connect with people in such level as the song suggests, it would be taehyung
- as for my boy, idk it just gives me a similar base line as in singularity, and i don’t know it’s just probably my fave song of billie and i feel like it is just taehyung’s vibe when i listen to it 
Jung Hoseok - bellyache
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“ Everything I do the way I wear my noose Like a necklace I wanna make 'em scared like I could be anywhere Like I'm wreck-less
I lost my mind I don't mind “
- color scheme: marigold yellow; apricot orange; candy red
- summer heat, tan skin, blushed cheeks, endless roads, loose shirts, scratched knees, rich kids away from home, one backpack and a shiny red ford convertible from your bf’s dad’s garage, loud music, lips, swollen from kissing, night fireworks
- fed up with everything, escape from reality, that one summer you will never forget, vibrant love, point of no return, rhythm, gut intuition, boldness 
- i don’t know exactly either, it’s just these are the connections i make when i hear this song, and all of that screams hobi to me (aries moon) 
- also am i the only one who imagines he would make a killer dance routine to that song (but again he could probably dance to a water drops going down a pipe, so,,)
Namjoon - bury a friend; copycat 
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“What do you want from me? Why don't you run from me? What are you wondering? What do you know? Why aren't you scared of me? Why do you care for me? When we all fall asleep, where do we go? “
“ Perfect murder, take your aim I don't belong to anyone, but everybody knows my name”
- color scheme: pearl river; silver fox, steel wood
- empty stage, burning projectors slowly being turned off, microphone heavy in your hand, as the words that went though it start to make sense, sweaty hair, footsteps echoing in the vast space, feeling of falling down, unexpected, but comforting hug, security, the calming scent of someone you know in this new environment, tears of fear and excitement at the same time, new life, new beginning
-  words said out loud, revenge, mixed feeling of content and fast approaching emptiness, always racing thoughts, insomnia, trying to fill a void, searching for an overall meaning, 
- so bury a friend is just has all these questions man. they remind me of rm’s mind. i feel like all of them are things he had already asked himself, or themes he implies in his songs too 
- copycat is for namjoon swiftly leading a group that got a ton of criticism in the beginning and is still getting hate, but regardless he manages to stay on top, write what he feels, be a real artist and throw everything people said about bts failing back at their faces 
Min Yoongi - lovely ; you should see me in a crown 
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“Oh, I hope some day I'll make it out of here Even if it takes all night or a hundred years Need a place to hide, but I can't find one near Wanna feel alive, outside I can't fight my fear”
“ You should see me in a crown I'm gonna run this nothing town Watch me make 'em bow One by one by, one”
- color scheme: marble white; smoke ember; royal silver;  
- dark room, cold hands, shaky breath, unable to look at each other’s eyes, fear of the outside and the inside, pocket money, long fingers pressing the out-of-tune piano keys, weary smiles, small steps
                                          (....)
 steady hands, marble walls, scent of freshly printed documents, looking through a box of old photo albums your mom sent, turning the pages a larger hand stops you from flipping the next page, two teenagers than look awfully like you two are staring back fearfully, low chuckles, eyes full of love  
- strong minds, growth, stability, strength, control, prosperity, hard work, passion, ambition
- lovely is in here because i feel like it portrays struggles with mental health and depression very well. you feel trapped and you feel like there is no one else who understands your personal hell and you are the only one who has to find a way for yourself to get out of that place. yoongi has been in such places before as we’ve heard from him and his lyrics, so i though lovely represents his struggles when he was younger
- you should see me in a crown. literally that’s all i can say, he worked for his success and he got it and he deserves it and he is killing it right now
- yall don’t know the amount of respect i got for this man and everything he has been through and i feel like these two songs portray his lowest and his highest in life and take account every struggle along the way and how he truly deserves everything he has right now 
Kim Seokjin - when the party’s over
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“ Don't you know I'm no good for you I've learned to lose you, can't afford to
Don't you know too much already I'll only hurt you if you let me
Quiet when I'm coming home and I'm on my own I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that”
- color scheme: night snow, onyx black, muddy grey
- smell of liquor, messy steps, blurred vision, flood of thoughts, the darkest time of the night, dried streams of tears on your cheeks, your boyfriend’s hand quietly holding yours, but them you have to split ways, walking alone on the dead street, cold wind air hitting your face, but you find comfort in it, you reach home, but you can’t seem to go in; so you sit on the sidewalk, looking down; you hear distant steps; he sits down in the snow next to you; the sky slowly, but surely becomes lighter 
- quiet sadness, deeper understanding of the world, human relationships seem harder, yet simpler, timeless feeling, a sense of maturity
- this song is just a masterpiece. hear me out, i don’t think i would understand this song as well as i do now, if i have listened to it a few years back. I would have been like “oh yeah it’s sad”
-But like. no. It’s not just sad. It’s a song that shows so much maturity and experience with life that first of all, idk how billie is so young and is able to create music like that. Second of all i don’t think anyone else of bts would fit better to it, than jin 
- people tend to overlook his deeper emotions because he tends to distract from them, he always acts “silly” and tells jokes, but i feel like in songs like epiphany and awake we can see that jin really sees the world and his abilities from a much more mature point of view than other members. And i get the same vibe from billie’s song, so i feel like it would fit best for jin. 
So actually this was way longer than i planned, but yeah, this is just strictly my opinion and it was just an idea i had at 3am now, as i said, hope it’s fun to read :))
im off to bed, because i’m so sleep deprived i will start hearing colors soon 
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Book Of Genesis - From The Latin Vulgate - Chapter 2
INTRODUCTION.
The Hebrews now entitle all the Five Books of Moses, from the initial words, which originally were written like one continued word or verse; but the Sept. have preferred to give the titles the most memorable occurrences of each work. On this occasion, the Creation of all things out of nothing, strikes us with peculiar force. We find a refutation of all the heathenish mythology, and of the world's eternity, which Aristotle endeavoured to establish. We behold the short reign of innocence, and the origin of sin and misery, the dispersion of nations, and the providence of God watching over his chosen people, till the death of Joseph, about the year 2369 (Usher) 2399 (Sal. and Tirin) B.C. 1631. We shall witness the same care in the other Books of Scripture, and adore his wisdom and goodness in preserving to himself faithful witnesses, and a true Holy Catholic Church, in all ages, even when the greatest corruption seemed to overspread the land. H.
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This Book is so called from its treating of the Generation, that is, of the Creation and the beginning of the world. The Hebrews call it Bereshith, from the word with which it begins. It contains not only the History of the Creation of the World, but also an account of its progress during the space of 2369 years, that is, until the death of Joseph.
The additional Notes in this Edition of the New Testament will be marked with the letter A. Such as are taken from various Interpreters and Commentators, will be marked as in the Old Testament. B. Bristow, C. Calmet, Ch. Challoner, D. Du Hamel, E. Estius, J. Jansenius, M. Menochius, Po. Polus, P. Pastorini, T. Tirinus, V. Bible de Vence, W. Worthington, Wi. Witham. — The names of other authors, who may be occasionally consulted, will be given at full length.
Verses are in English and Latin. HAYDOCK CATHOLIC BIBLE COMMENTARY
This Catholic commentary on the Old Testament, following the Douay-Rheims Bible text, was originally compiled by Catholic priest and biblical scholar Rev. George Leo Haydock (1774-1849). This transcription is based on Haydock's notes as they appear in the 1859 edition of Haydock's Catholic Family Bible and Commentary printed by Edward Dunigan and Brother, New York, New York.
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Chapter 2
God resteth on the seventh day and blesseth it. The earthly paradise, in which God placeth man. He commandeth him not to eat of the tree of knowledge. And formeth a woman of his rib.
[1] So the heavens and the earth were finished, and all the furniture of them. Igitur perfecti sunt caeli et terra, et omnis ornatus eorum.
[2] And on the seventh day God ended his work which he had made: and he rested on the seventh day from all his work which he had done. Complevitque Deus die septimo opus suum quod fecerat : et requievit die septimo ab universo opere quod patrarat.
[3] And he blessed the seventh day, and sanctified it: because in it he had rested from all his work which God created and made. Et benedixit diei septimo, et sanctificavit illum, quia in ipso cessaverat ab omni opere suo quod creavit Deus ut faceret.
[4] These are the generations of the heaven and the earth, when they were created, in the day that the Lord God made the heaven and the earth: Istae sunt generationes caeli et terrae, quando creata sunt, in die quo fecit Dominus Deus caelum et terram,
[5] And every plant of the field before it sprung up in the earth, and every herb of the ground before it grew: for the Lord God had not rained upon the earth; and there was not a man to till the earth. et omne virgultum agri antequam orietur in terra, omnemque herbam regionis priusquam germinaret : non enim pluerat Dominus Deus super terram, et homo non erat qui operaretur terram :
[6] But a spring rose out of the earth, watering all the surface of the earth. sed fons ascendebat e terra, irrigans universam superficiem terrae.
[7] And the Lord God formed man of the slime of the earth: and breathed into his face the breath of life, and man became a living soul. Formavit igitur Dominus Deus hominem de limo terrae, et inspiravit in faciem ejus spiraculum vitae, et factus est homo in animam viventem.
[8] And the Lord God had planted a paradise of pleasure from the beginning: wherein he placed man whom he had formed. Plantaverat autem Dominus Deus paradisum voluptatis a principio, in quo posuit hominem quem formaverat.
[9] And the Lord God brought forth of the ground all manner of trees, fair to behold, and pleasant to eat of: the tree of life also in the midst of paradise: and the tree of knowledge of good and evil. Produxitque Dominus Deus de humo omne lignum pulchrum visu, et ad vescendum suave lignum etiam vitae in medio paradisi, lignumque scientiae boni et mali.
[10] And a river went out of the place of pleasure to water paradise, which from thence is divided into four heads. Et fluvius egrediebatur de loco voluptatis ad irrigandum paradisum, qui inde dividitur in quatuor capita.
[11] The name of the one is Phison: that is it which compasseth all the land of Hevilath, where gold groweth. Nomen uni Phison : ipse est qui circuit omnem terram Hevilath, ubi nascitur aurum :
[12] And the gold of that land is very good: there is found bdellium, and the onyx stone. et aurum terrae illius optimum est; ibi invenitur bdellium, et lapis onychinus.
[13] And the name of the second river is Gehon: the same is it that compasseth all the land of Ethiopia. Et nomen fluvii secundi Gehon; ipse est qui circumit omnem terram Aethiopiae.
[14] And the name of the third river is Tigris: the same passeth along by the Assyrians. And the fourth river is Euphrates. Nomen vero fluminis tertii, Tigris : ipse vadit contra Assyrios. Fluvius autem quartus, ipse est Euphrates.
[15] And the Lord God took man, and put him into the paradise of pleasure, to dress it, and to keep it. Tulit ergo Dominus Deus hominem, et posuit eum in paradiso voluptatis, ut operaretur, et custodiret illum :
[16] And he commanded him, saying: Of every tree of paradise thou shalt eat: praecepitque ei, dicens : Ex omni ligno paradisi comede;
[17] But of the tree of knowledge of good and evil, thou shalt not eat. For in what day soever thou shalt eat of it, thou shalt die the death. de ligno autem scientiae boni et mali ne comedas : in quocumque enim die comederis ex eo, morte morieris.
[18] And the Lord God said: It is not good for man to be alone: let us make him a help like unto himself. Dixit quoque Dominus Deus : Non est bonum esse hominem solum : faciamus ei adjutorium simile sibi.
[19] And the Lord God having formed out of the ground all the beasts of the earth, and all the fowls of the air, brought them to Adam to see what he would call them: for whatsoever Adam called any living creature the same is its name. Formatis igitur Dominus Deus de humo cunctis animantibus terrae, et universis volatilibus caeli, adduxit ea ad Adam, ut videret quid vocaret ea : omne enim quod vocavit Adam animae viventis, ipsum est nomen ejus.
[20] And Adam called all the beasts by their names, and all the fowls of the air, and all the cattle of the field: but for Adam there was not found a helper like himself. Appellavitque Adam nominibus suis cuncta animantia, et universa volatilia caeli, et omnes bestias terrae : Adae vero non inveniebatur adjutor similis ejus.
[21] Then the Lord God cast a deep sleep upon Adam: and when he was fast asleep, he took one of his ribs, and filled up flesh for it. Immisit ergo Dominus Deus soporem in Adam : cumque obdormisset, tulit unam de costis ejus, et replevit carnem pro ea.
[22] And the Lord God built the rib which he took from Adam into a woman: and brought her to Adam. Et aedificavit Dominus Deus costam, quam tulerat de Adam, in mulierem : et adduxit eam ad Adam.
[23] And Adam said: This now is bone of my bones, and flesh of my flesh; she shall be called woman, because she was taken out of man. Dixitque Adam : Hoc nunc os ex ossibus meis, et caro de carne mea : haec vocabitur Virago, quoniam de viro sumpta est.
[24] Wherefore a man shall leave father and mother, and shall cleave to his wife: and they shall be two in one flesh. Quam ob rem relinquet homo patrem suum, et matrem, et adhaerebit uxori suae : et erunt duo in carne una.
[25] And they were both naked: to wit, Adam and his wife: and were not ashamed. Erat autem uterque nudus, Adam scilicet et uxor ejus : et non erubescebant.
Commentary:
Ver. 1. Furniture, ornaments or militia, whether we understand the Angels, or the stars, which observe a regular order and obey God. M.
Ver. 2. He rested, &c. That is, he ceased to make any new kinds of things. Though, as our Lord tells us, John v. 17. He still worketh, viz. by conserving and governing all things, and creating souls. Ch. --- Seventh day. This day was commanded, Ex. xx. 8. to be kept holy by the Jews, as it had probably been from the beginning. Philo says, it is a the festival of the universe, and Josephus asserts, there is no town which does not acknowledge the religion of the sabbath. But this point is controverted, and whether the ancient patriarchs observed the seventh day, or some other, it is certain they would not fail, for any long time, to shew their respect for God's worship, and would hardly suffer a whole week to elapse without meeting to sound forth his praise. The setting aside of stated days for this purpose, is agreeable to reason, and to the practise of all civilized nations. As the Hebrews kept Saturday holy, in honour of God's rest, so we keep the first day of the week, by apostolic tradition, to thank God for the creation of the world on that day, and much more for the blessings which we derive from the Resurrection of J. C. and the sending down of the Holy Ghost, which have given it a title above all other days. H. On the seventh day, at the beginning of this verse, must be taken exclusively, as God finished his work on the 6th, whence the same Sept. and Syr. have here on the 6th day. H. --- But the Heb. and all the other versions agree with the Vulgate. C. --- The similarity of v. 6. and v. 7. in Heb. may have given rise to this variation. H.
Ver. 4. Day. Not that all things were made in one day: but God formed in succession; first, heaven and earth, then the ornaments of both. Every plant, &c. which on the first day did not spring up, (as water covered the surface of the earth,) on the 3d, by the command of God, without having any man to plant, or rain to water them, pushed forth luxuriantly, and manifested the power of the Creator. H. --- Thus Christ founded his Church by his own power, and still gives her increase; but requires of his ministers to co-operate with him, as a gardener must now take care of the plants which originally grew without man's aid. D. --- By observing that all natural means were here wanting for the production of plants, God asserts his sole right to the work, and confounds the Egyptian system, which attributed plants, &c. to the general warmth of the earth alone. C.
Ver. 7. Breath of life or a soul, created out of nothing, and infused into the body to give it life. H.
Ver. 8. Of pleasure, Heb. Eden, which may be either the name of a country, as C. iv. 16. or it may signify pleasure, in which sense Symmachus and S. Jerom have taken it. --- From the beginning, or on the 3d day, when all plants were created, Heb. mikedem, may also mean towards the east, as the Sept. have understood it, though the other ancient interpreters agree with S. Jerom. Paradise lay probably to the east of Palestine, or of that country where Moses wrote. The precise situation cannot be ascertained. Calmet places it in Armenia, others near Babylon, &c. Some assert that this beautiful garden is still in being, the residence of Henoch and Elias. But God will not permit the curiosity of man to be gratified by the discovery of it. C. iii. 24. How great might be its extent we do not know. If the sources of the Ganges, Nile, Tigris, and Euphrates, be not now changed, and if these be the rivers which sprung from the fountains of Paradise, (both which are points undecided) the garden must have comprised a great part of the world, H., as the Ganges rises in Judea, and the Nile about the middle of Africa. T.
Ver. 9. The tree of life. So called, because it had that quality, that by eating of the fruit of it, man would have been preserved in a constant state of health, vigour, and strength, and would not have died at all. The tree of knowledge. To which the deceitful serpent falsely attributed the power of imparting a superior kind of knowledge beyond that which God was pleased to give. Ch. --- Of what species these two wonderful trees were, the learned are not agreed. The tree of knowledge, could not communicate any wisdom to man; but, by eating of its forbidden fruit, Adam dearly purchased the knowledge of evil, to which he was before a stranger. Some say it was the fig-tree, others an apple-tree. Cant. viii. 5. But it probably agreed with no species of trees with which we are acquainted, nor was there perhaps any of the same kind in paradise. T.
Ver. 10. A river, &c. Moses gives many characteristics of Paradise, inviting us, as it were, to search for it; and still we cannot certainly discover where it is, or whether it exist at all at present, in state of cultivation. We must therefore endeavour to find the mystic Paradise, Heaven and the true Church; the road to which, though more obvious, is too frequently mistaken. See S. Aug. C. D. xiii. 21. Prov. iii. 18. H.
Ver. 15. To dress it. Behold God would not endure idleness even in Paradise. H.
Ver. 17. The death of the soul, and become obnoxious to that of the body; thou shalt become a mortal and lose all the privileges of innocence. Though Adam lived 930 years after this, he was dying daily; he carried along with him the seeds of death, as we do, from our very conception. He had leave to eat of any fruit in this delicious garden, one only excepted, and this one prohibition makes him more eager to taste of that tree than of all the rest. So we struggle constantly to attain what is forbidden, and covet what is denied, cupimusque negata. God laid this easy command upon Adam, to give him an opportunity of shewing his ready obedience, and to assert his own absolute dominion over him. Eve was already formed, and was apprised of this positive command, (C. iii. 3.) and therefore, transgressing, is justly punished with her husband. True obedience does not inquire why a thing is commanded, but submits without demur. Would a parent be satisfied with his child, if he should refuse to obey, because he could not discern the propriety of the restraint? If he should forbid him to touch some delicious fruits which he had reserved for strangers, and the child were to eat them, excusing himself very impertinently and blasphemously, with those much abused words of our Saviour, It is not what enters into the mouth that defiles a man, &c. would not even a Protestant parent be enraged and seize the rod, though he could not but see that he was thus condemning his own conduct, in disregarding, on the very same plea, the fasts and days of abstinence, prescribed by the Church and by God's authority? All meats are good, as that fruit most certainly was which Adam was forbidden to eat; though some have foolishly surmised that it was poisonous; but, the crime of disobedience draws on punishment. H. --- Even when the sin is remitted, as it was to Adam, the penalty is not of course released, as some have pretended. This also clearly appears in baptized infants, who suffer the penalties due to original sin, as much as those who have not been admitted to the laver of regeneration. S. Aug. W. T. &c. --- If on this occasion, Eve had alone transgressed, as she was not the head, her sin would have hurt only herself. But with Adam, the representative of all his posterity, God made a sort of compact, (Ose. vi. 7.) giving him to understand, that if he continued faithful, his children should be born in the state of innocence like himself, happy and immortal, to be translated in due time to a happier Paradise, &c. but if he should refuse to obey, his sin should be communicated to all his race, who should be, by nature, children of wrath. --- S. Aug. C. D. xvi. 27. Bede in Luc. 11. &c. --- H. C.
Ver. 20. Names, probably in the Hebrew language, in which the names of things, frequently designate their nature and quality. See Bochart. --- C.
Ver. 21. A deep sleep. Sept. "an ecstacy," or mysterious sleep, in which Adam was apprised of the meaning of what was done, and how the Church would be taken from the side of Christ, expiring on the cross. M.
Ver. 23. Of my flesh. God did not, therefore, take a rib without flesh, nor perhaps did he replace flesh without a rib in Adam's side, though S. Aug. thinks he did. These words of Adam are attributed to God, Matthew xix, because they were inspired by him. --- Woman. As this word is derived from man, so in Hebrew Isha (or Asse) comes from Iish or Aiss; Latin vira woman, and virago comes from vir. H. --- But we do not find this allusion so sensible in any of the Oriental languages, as in the Hebrew, whence another proof arises of this being the original language. C.
Ver. 24. One flesh, connected by the closest ties of union, producing children, the blood of both. S. Paul, Eph. v. 23. discloses to us the mystery of Christ's union with his church for ever, prefigured by this indissoluble marriage of our first parents. C.
Ver. 25. Not ashamed, because they had not perverted the work of God. Inordinate concupiscence is the effect of sin. H.
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Alberta Canada David Thomson Traveler's Path and also the Aurum Lodge- A Golden Nugget
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After experiencing the magnificent drive, we comprehended exactly how proper it was to call the freeway hereafter terrific Canadian. By the way, the path expands from Stettler to the Saskatchewan River Crossing at the joint of freeway 93, within the limits of the Banff National Forest. drive for my other half, and also myself was the one and also a fifty percent hrs from the community of Rocky Hill Home to our location, the Aurum Lodge. The large appeal, as well as enigma of Crescent Falls, Bighorn Canyon, Abraham Lake and also the thick bordering woodlands, approached the analysis of a great item of verse. Our spirits raised to elevations we might never have visualized! If you have the moment, do not neglect to take a look at The Rocky Hill Historic Website Of Canada. An ONE-OF-A-KIND PLACE IN NATURE AND ALSO WILD The trademark scene, and also one I can still plainly imagine, is when we came close to the Aurum Lodge snuggled along Freeway 11 neglecting the sensational elegance of Abraham Lake. As a musician, my spouse can not assist herself from saying every adjective in her English and also French vocabularies in defining these marvelous sights! Including in our enjoyment was that we were checking out a lodge whose place as well as environments had the excellent active ingredients to improve the mood of love. From the minute we strolled right into the lodge as well as cleared up right into our sizable area, my spouse and also I have brushed up away with the incomparable sight of the blue-green shade of Abraham Lake as well as the hill environments of Mount Stelfox, Elliot Top, as well as Mount. Michener. Swiss birthed innkeepers Alan and also Madeleine Ernst initially made their method to Canada from Singapore in 1989, after having actually taken a trip and also operated in over 40 nations. In 1999 they determined to make their residence in Alberta in an area that is a half hr repel from the closest district, Nordegg and also beside Banff National forest. In 2000' their doors were opened up to invite the lodge's initial visitors. What is most distinct as well as preferable regarding the all-season Aurum Lodge is that it lies in nature and also wild that is easily obtainable, in addition to being abundant in the background and also indigenous society. The primary approach of its proprietors is that their activities are driven by ecological reputation as long as earnings. Because of this, they have actually considered the influence of the lodge on its environments, visual appeals, product selection, waste decrease, effective layout, audio control, warmth retention, environment control, passive solar, power usage, electrical energy manufacturing, contamination, waste administration, transport, and also water and also administration. Alan, a previous Swiss lender as well as not, as I had thought of, a designer or designer, did an outstanding quantity of research study, as well as it was he that developed this eco-sensitive lodge.
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Are the areas charming? You wager they are, when you consider their privacy, space, illumination, convenience, atmosphere, as well as indeed; there is also a space with a Jacuzzi for that unique event. For convenience, every one of the lodge's scrupulously comfortable tidy six areas featured orthopedic health and wellness cushions, down quilts and also cushions (artificial bed linens is readily available on demand), exclusive bathrooms with tub/shower. There are likewise two housekeeping homes in addition to a 2- room apartment or condo that comes full with fridge/freezer, cooktop, microwave, and also a restroom with shower. These systems are different from the lodge as well as have no access to the centers of the lodge (e.g., usual locations or dishes and also no housemaid solution). We can not aid yet really feel the spirit of the Mountain ranges executing every one of the spaces in addition to the lodge's environments. Incidentally, if you are questioning what the name Aurum indicates, Alan advised me that it is the Latin term for gold. The lodge's proprietors strongly think that there are worths in life, which can not exist in financial terms, however, are similarly valuable.
Among the best praises the proprietors got was from a center aged pair that came below to take a break as well as entrusted the remark that their remain had actually been unique since it was the very first time in years, they had a possibility to rest,
unwind as well as speak, without being disrupted by phones, youngsters, good friends or TELEVISION. That practically summarize what the Aurum Lodge is everything! EATING Any uncertainties we might have had relating to morning meal or the night "table d'hôte" were promptly eliminated when we feasted on every nibble of Madeleine's delightfully ready dishes. Both were passionate, yummy as well as wholesome. On top of that, the hosts were charitable in using at supper free of charge a glass of wine and also beer-something not also usual amongst inns of a comparable nature.
Morning meal is consisted of with the lodge spaces just as well as supper is offered by advancement notification for visitors in the lodge. The eating routine consisted of the conference with visitors from all edges of the world leading to some extremely computer animated discussions-one a lot more reason that our keep was so wonderful. Undoubtedly the Aurum Lodge is a gold nugget locate! EXTRA INFO Calling Aurum Lodge Box 76, Nordegg, Abdominal Muscle, T0M 2H0, Canada Telephone: 1-403-721 2117 Fax: 1-403-7212118 Area: 40km E of Banff National Forest. Details Concerning The Location's Tasks The Lodge's Selection of 4 Period Tasks Tasks Trekking, cycling, riding, canoeing, climbing up, x-country ski, snowshoeing, winter-hiking, ice-climbing, pet sledding, scenic tours right into the National Parks as well as to historical websites. The lodge lies near to Banff National Forest Border as well as Mistaya Canyon, Kootenay Plains Ecological Book, indigenous websites and also leader cabins, Bighorn Dam as well as site visitor info center, Nordegg historical town-site, mine trips and also a historical golf links,
Crescent Falls on Bighorn River, various trailheads, Jasper National forest Border, Columbia Icefield, Bow Top as well as Peyto Lake in Banff National Forest, Ram River Falls and also websites along forestry trunk roadways. Wedding events The lodge is readily available for a tiny, intimate wedding event for pairs trying to find a no-fuss occasion within an all-natural setup. Standard as well as Lily Goldman are a distinct couple group, author and also watercolorist,
that create as well as repaint concerning charming locations, whose short articles as well as art- the job can see on several Net websites including their very own- as well as They have worked together with some convention bureaus and also several Public Relations business.
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