#goatskin table

[quintus-maximus]

Mudroom Vestibule in Miami

The idea of a large contemporary entryway

#pedestal table #custom baseboards #goatskin table #tray ceiling #floor design

[wildbeautifuldamned]

Designer Aldo Tura Italian Goatskin Parchment Antique Game Table And 4 Chairs ebay igothis20112011

#goatskin #goat skin #leather #chair #game table #drawer #checker #checkerboard

[hellenhighwater]

I've decided Mal and Vice need a floor-to-ceiling cat tree and I think I'm going to get inventive. And also literal, about the tree part; I'm going to find a good bole from a downed tree on my parents' property and use that as the base. Ideally it would have a few branches too, but we'll see what we get. They have a lot of maples and oaks, which would be ideal.

Other materials: a pair of 15-inch hammered copper bowls, which Malice tries to sleep in when she finds them empty (I don't use them for food, mostly table decor); a bunch of colored glass lanterns; sisal rope, which I will need more of; leftover long black feathers from Malice's wings; and a goatskin that I thrifted somewhere. I also have a buffalo hide (also thrifted for $35) but I would hate to cut it up just to use it to line cat beds. I wouldn't feel bad cutting the goatskin up.

I want to make something that isn't screamingly obvious as cat furniture. I don't know what exactly this will look like but I think I can figure something out that will be more sculptural and witchy. Maybe hanging some live plants on it would also be good...but then I might also have to attach grow lights, depending on where I put it.

If anyone has suggestions or ideas from doing this themselves, please do let me know.

#any time i find real fur secondhand for cheap I buy it #it is SUCH a good material to have and use for almost anything

[bakersgrief]

Food and kitchen related fantasy writing ideas from someone who works in food service:

If you have a supernatural creature that is supposed to defy the laws of physics, give it fucked up fat lines if you have a character butcher it. Animals have lines of fat between muscles that are often used as a guideline when butchering them, especially if they are unfamiliar to the butcher. Cutting open an animal that has weird fat lines signifies that it is no normal animal. Give it fat lines that criss cross in ways that would make it nearly impossible for any muscles to function. Give it no fat lines. Give it fat lines that shift and move around even as the animal lays dead on the table. Give it fat lines that are so wide it's a wonder how the animal could even move around properly.

On a similar note, animals have muscles that line their intestines that are very thin and weblike. Put that shit in places it is not supposed to go. Put it so close to the skin that if the animal gets too hot the fat will start melting. If the animal has it on the inside of its mouth, that could indicate that it doesn't chew. The muscles lining the digestive system are used to move food along. Wouldn't it be extra fucked up if the creature in question had massive fangs as well? Why would it need both?

Have a made up animal that everything tastes like. You know how alligator and rattlesnake are often described as tasting like chicken? Have an animal that tastes like that. Strange meat? Don't worry, it tastes like galgalongingaf.

Depending on what kind of food is readily available, have a side like French fries. Something that people eat a lot of and is something that always has to be cooking. I drop so many fries a day because it's a popular side and people get nearly a whole potato in an order of fries. It doesn't even have to be made up! Characters live in a place where fruit is more popular than vegetables? Maybe they have prized fruit trees that make up a major part of the diet? Have sliced apples as a side! Have a restaurant that prides itself on its hand cut apples that gives you nearly two apples worth of slices in your side order. Have cooks that are always slicing apples, they need so much sliced apples. They will go home and start dreaming about slicing apples tonight.

Wearing slip resistant work shoes is important if you work in a kitchen, and it's important to reserve them for only kitchen use so they stay decently clean and the special soles don't wear down. Make a cobbler that specializes in work shoes and anti-slip shoes.

In fact, if a character is a cook and gets isekai'd or transported to another world, have them show up in their kitchEN SHOES GODDAMNIT THESE ARE MY KITCHEN SHOES (and their apron)

Think of what materials are plentiful in your world and what kind of cooking methods are popular. What is a standard apron made out of? Is it leather? Canvas? Linen? Cotton? Goatskin? Dragonskin?

Ok I'm tired now but I have more ideas let me know if you wanna hear them.

#fantasy #fantasy writing #fantasy world #creative writing #writers on tumblr #writing ideas #food service #food service industry #creative work #writing prompt

[marryat92]

I was ordered down into the cabin, for it was too cold for the captain to show his face on deck. I found his lordship sitting before a good fire, with his toes in the grate; a decanter of Madeira stood on the table, with a wine-glass, and most fortunately, though not intended for my use, a large rummer. This I seized with one hand and the decanter with the other; and, filling a bumper, swallowed it in a moment, without even drinking his lordship’s good health.

— Frederick Marryat, The Naval Officer

Since the liquor store was out of the better type of port, I took the opportunity to try Madeira wine—another Age of Sail vintage with many mentions in Marryat's works, that was popular with sailors for the same reason as port. Namely, that the higher alcohol content preserved it on long voyages. This particular brand was founded in the 18th century and may have even been enjoyed by Captain Marryat himself.

It has a more brown colour to it, compared with other red wines, and I find that I prefer good port. According to Marryat, Madeira wine had fallen in popularity by the time he was writing Newton Forster, in the early 1830s. Allegedly, because an influential doctor had found that Madeira wine was more acidic than sherry:

Madeira wine had for a century been in high and deserved reputation, when on a sudden some fashionable physician discovers that it contained more acid than sherry. Whether he was a sleeping partner in some Spanish house, or whether he had received a present of a few pipes of sherry, that he might turn the scale of public favour towards that wine, I know not; but certain it is, that it became fashionable with all medical gentlemen to prescribe sherry; and when once any thing becomes fashionable, c’est une affaire decidé.

— Frederick Marryat, Newton Forster

He also describes himself, in the same book, as having "a most decided knowledge of what is good wine" and declares that he will keep drinking Madeira. He goes on to relate that Madeira wine is now being disguised as other, more popular wines:

Although the public refuse to drink Madeira, as Madeira, they are in fact drinking it in every way disguised — as port, as sherry, etcetera; and it is a well-known fact that the poorer wines from the north side of the island are landed in the London Docks, and shipped off to the Continent, from whence they reappear in bottles as “peculiarly fine flavoured hock!” [...]

I consider that the public ought to feel very much indebted to me for this exposé. Madeira wine is very low, while sherry is high in price. They have only to purchase a cask of Madeira and flavour it with Wellington boots or ladies’ slippers, as it may suit their palates. The former will produce the high-coloured, the latter the pale sherry. Further, I consider that the merchants of Madeira are bound to send me a letter of thanks, with a pipe of Bual, to prove its sincerity.

— Frederick Marryat, Newton Forster

The boots and slippers allegedly replicate the taste of sherry transported in leather bags in the heat of the Spanish sun. (I don't know how modern sherry is made, but I'm assuming there is less transportation in goatskins involved.)

#frederick marryat #captain marryat #age of sail #wines #alcohol #madeira wine #sherry #madeira #newton forster #frank mildmay #the naval officer #drinking with the captain #i don't know that marryat would approve of the sushi we had with the madeira

[jkfree]

Brown leather esv bible

Sometimes they use way too much, or too thick of a binding tape that actually makes what should be a very flexible Bible into a very awkward one. They use it along the hinge of the Bible to join the cover and text block. Many of your lower priced premium Bibles that are edge lined, employ a lot of binding tape, that is thick and covered in adhesive. On top of having a sewn spine, Crossway didn’t go hog wild with the binding tape. The hinge plays a big part in how the Bible opens and lays when being read. Since the binding is sewn it will lay flat. While others might prefer to hold it in both hands, or rest it on the table. Other people might hold it at the bottom center. I prefer to fold one side over and hold it in one hand. The size of this Heirloom Thinline lends itself to being held in several different ways to suite your comfort. Since Crossway always uses impeccable paper, and they employed an 8 pt. In most Bibles that translates to readability issues. This fact necessitates thinner paper and smaller font.

It measures in at approximately 3/4″ thick. I personally like smaller, personal sized Bibles, but I loathe the small font in most of them. Everyone has their own favorite size of Bible to read from. The size of this Bible is another subjective quality. The cover on this Bible is very flexible, don’t get me wrong, but if you are looking for something soft like garment leather, you are looking in the wrong place. What is the purpose of the cover after all? It is to protect the text block and provide structure. It doesn’t feel like it will snag and scratch easily like some of the goatskin leather covers. The leather that Crossway chose for this Bible is not soft. Using the same materials ensures a uniform wear throughout. This Bible uses top grain cowhide leather for both the inner and outer cover. The synthetics could stretch out of shape, or deteriorate at a different rate than the natural materials. The repetitive opening and closing, over a long period of time, might cause the bonded leather to come apart.

The inner liner is also what makes the hinge on an edge lined Bible. The bonded leather concerns me because it is basically made from leather sawdust and glue. They use bonded leather, or some kind of synthetic polyurethane material. Most of them have used something other than the same leather that was on the outside of the the Bible. Constructed with the highest grade of cowhide, Horween Bibles feature a deep brown cover that is beautifully rugged, flexible, and develops character over time.I’ve handled quite a few different edge lined Bibles over the years. The leather for this specialty Bible is produced by skilled craftsmen at the Horween Leather Company in Chicago, renowned for their high-end leathers for over 100 years. Combining a high-end leather cover with a classic layout, the ESV Heirloom Bible, Legacy Edition will be cherished by readers for a lifetime.

This edition is modeled after the Renaissance ideal of a perfect page_featuring a simple, clear layout with generous margins.Īs with Crossway_s other Heirloom Bibles, this Bible is printed on high-quality European Bible paper and features elegant art gilding, 4 ribbon markers, single-column formatting, and an extra-smooth sewn binding. Created with the highest-quality materials available, the ESV Heirloom Bible, Legacy Edition is an elegant Bible printed and bound with superior craftsmanship by Royal Jongbloed in the Netherlands.

#Brown leather esv bible

[drumparts]

Different types of hand drums for sale that you can purchase

Hand drums for sale come in a variety of shapes, types and sizes. The following are the most common hand drum types.

Frame drums

These drums are often the general choice of people who wish to learn hand drums. Since they are played in numerous places, they possess quite a lot of sounds and looks and other names. But, the fundamental design is typically the same. You have a wide single drumhead that comes with a wooden shell to make it easy for you to move it around as per your requirements.

Djembe

This hand drum comes from Africa and has a comparable look to that of a goblet. But, it sounds different and even much better. It can make a range of various sounds, including high, sharp slaps and a low bass sound. These drums can be manufactured from fibreglass or wood. It all depends on the finish and style that you favour.

Tabla

They are mostly made of goatskin and wood, but, they might vary depending on where you purchase them from. You can find a black patch on the Table skin which makes the sound different.

These are just a few hand drum examples that you can choose. You can buy Cajons, Doumbeks, Bongos as well. There are a lot of choices as far as hand drums for sale are concerned.

Dave’s Drum Shop is one of the major sources of hand drums in the country. They check all their used drums and repair them if necessary.

[robertmassello]

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[darkverrmin]

A Drunk Witcher

Jaskier finished his performance to a loud round of applause. He thanked the crowd with a brilliant smile and a bow, before turning on his heels and rushing to the door.

He hasn't seen the Witcher since he started playing his third song. It wasn't like Geralt to just disappear during Jaskier's shows. The bard tried not think of different horrible scenarios that were now running through his brain.

Geralt wasn't outside. Jaskier rushed back into the tavern, maybe he missed him.

White hair, grumpy face, two scary swords, white hair, grumpy face, two scary-

Ah, there he was.

Sitting at the far corner of the room, his head on the table.

His head on the table?

"Geralt" Jaskier called him name as he approached him. "Geralt!"

He was about to shake the older man's shoulder, but Geralt already raised his head from the table.

The Witcher stared at him in shock. He blinked twice. "Sorry. Must've fallen asleep".

Jaskier chuckled. "I was worried I lost you back there. Tell me, dear, how much did you drink?"

Geralt pressed his lips. The empty tankards scattered on the table around him said a lot.

"Alright, I'm finished here. It was a good night, folks here are very generous. Now let's get you back to our room".

"Hmm".

Jaskier has never seen Geralt this drunk before. The Witcher leaned on him heavily as Jaskier helped him upstairs to their room.

When they finally shut the door behind them, Geralt put down his swords and plopped onto the bed, face first. Jaskier stared at him for a moment, resisting the urge to chuckle.

Was he supposed to help him undress? At least take his boots off? Would Geralt even let him? Probably not. But there was only one bed and Geralt's ridiculously muscular body was now occupying most of it.

Jaskier approached him cautiously.

"Are you going to sleep like this?"

"Mhhm" Geralt hummed into the blanket. Jaskier did chuckle now, shaking his head.

"At least take your damn boots off the mattress".

Geralt rolled onto his back, his eyes half open. "Mmm help me".

Jaskier raised an eyebrow at him, but complied. He bent down to remove the Witcher's boots and socks, pulling them off his feet.

"There" Jaskier said, placing his hands on his hips. "Do the rest of the clothes yourself. Um, should I get you water?"

"S'fine" Geralt muttered, slowly moving into a sitting position. He crossed his hands over his body, lifting off his shirt. Jaskier looked away.

Geralt pulled the shirt up to his head, struggling with the laces that got caught in his hair. He pulled at the fabric, but it wouldn't come off and his hands slipped. He growled, the shirt now stuck in its place and blocking his vision.

"Jask. Jas. Help"

Jaskier looked back at him and rolled his eyes fondly. "Dear Gods. Don't move".

He removed the offensive shirt from Geralt's body, careful not to tug at his hair.

"Thanks" Geralt mumbled, staring up at him. The smell of alcohol hit Jaskier hard. He was very close to asking the older man why did he drink so much this evening.

Geralt lay back on the bed, unlacing his pants. Too dizzy to take them off, he left them unlaced.

The Witcher closed his eyes, letting out a deep sigh. Jaskier stared down at him with a concerned look, his hands still on his hips.

"You okay?" Jaskier failed not to ask.

Geralt sighed again and to Jaskier's big surprise, actually replied. "Yeh. Just drunk. Mm sorry. Should've thought it through. I was nervous".

Jaskier raised his eyebrows. "Nervous?"

"Crowds make me nervous".

Right. The tavern was crowded today, the audience one of the biggest Jaskier had in the last few months. A lot of faces were friendly, thanks to Jaskier's songs, but there were always people looking at Geralt oddly. And the Witcher's oversensitive senses probably didn't help his mood.

Jaskier rubbed a hand over his face. "I shouldn't have asked you to come. I'm sorry".

"Bullshit. You needed the protection". Geralt opened his eyes in realization. "Fuck. I fell asleep".

He sat up straight, his head spinning, grabbing Jaskier by the wrist. "I fell asleep! Are ye hurt?"

Jaskier gave him half a smile. "No, honey. I'm not hurt. It would have been unfair to ask you to suffer tonight sober. Besides, your mere presence keeps people away from me, so all is good".

"Hmm". Geralt lay back down on the pillow, wincing from a sudden headache.

"Here" Jaskier fetched a goatskin of water from their packs. "Drink this. C'mon".

He helped Geralt sit up, placing a hand between his shoulder blades. Geralt drank, spilling half of the water onto his chin and chest.

Jaskier sighed. "Okay, next time I'm watching you. And I won't take shows with crowds this big like today".

Geralt lay back down, closing his eyes. "We need the coin".

"We can manage" Jaskier huffed. "It's better than to drag your drunk ass up the stairs, darling. You're not a light man".

Geralt smiled lazily, chuckling. Jaskier almost gaped at him.

"Did I just make you laugh?"

Geralt shook his head, eyes still closed.

"Bullshit! I saw you smi-"

"I like when you call me "darling". Feels good".

Jaskier froze in place. Geralt continued.

"Darlin, dear, honey. Mm sometimes "my witcher". I know you call everybody that, well, maybe not "witcher", but I think that when you call me that, it's special".

Jaskier stared at him softly. "It is".

"Mmm". Geralt opened one eye, looking up at Jaskier.

"I know what you're doing, bard".

Jaskier blinked at him. "What?"

Geralt shook his head. "Tearing down walls".

Jaskier was really confused right now. "What?" He repeated.

Geralt rolled his eyes, slightly annoyed. "Walls. All my life I've been building these walls around me". He made a gesture with his hand. "High, thick walls. No one could break them. It felt safe, behind those walls. But sometimes lonely". The Witcher pouted and Jaskier resisted the urge to lean down and kiss him right there and then.

Geralt continued. "So these walls. Ya just came and swoosh" He swung his hand. "Walked right through them. Tore em down. And I'm just standing there. Not knowing to do". He looked back at Jaskier, eyes wide and confused.

"What should I do?"

Jaskier smiled at him gently. "I don't know, dear. What do you want to do?"

Geralt stared at him for a moment, as if processing the question. Finally, he answered.

"I want you".

Jaskier's smile grew bigger. "You already have me".

"No, but I want all of you. To, to be with you".

Jaskier tilted his head to the side. "I'm here. I'm yours. All you ever needed was to ask".

The smile that appeared on Geralt's face was the brightest Jaskier has ever seen. The Witcher propped himself up on one elbow.

"Can I kiss you?"

Jaskier pressed his lips, still smiling, shaking his head lightly. "Not when you're like this, dear. But ask me again tomorrow?"

"Mmm you're no fun".

Jaskier gasped in disbelief. Geralt chuckled.

"Can you hold me at least?"

"Thought you'll never ask. Scoot over".

#thinking of making a part 2 #geraskier #geralt z rivii #geralt x dandelion #geralt/jaskier #geralt x jaskier #geralt of rivia #geralt #geralt the witcher #witcher netflix #witcher #the witcher #jaskier #geralt × dandelion #dandellion #dandelion #geralt x julian #julian alfred pankratz

[officialyourdailyinspiration]

Sabbath Regulations

1 Moses assembled all the congregation of the people of Israel and said to them, “These are the things that the Lord has commanded you to do. 2 Six days work shall be done, but on the seventh day you shall have a Sabbath of solemn rest, holy to the Lord. Whoever does any work on it shall be put to death. 3 You shall kindle no fire in all your dwelling places on the Sabbath day.”

Contributions for the Tabernacle

4 Moses said to all the congregation of the people of Israel, “This is the thing that the Lord has commanded. 5 Take from among you a contribution to the Lord. Whoever is of a generous heart, let him bring the Lord's contribution: gold, silver, and bronze; 6 blue and purple and scarlet yarns and fine twined linen; goats' hair, 7 tanned rams' skins, and goatskins; acacia wood, 8 oil for the light, spices for the anointing oil and for the fragrant incense, 9 and onyx stones and stones for setting, for the ephod and for the breastpiece.

10 “Let every skillful craftsman among you come and make all that the Lord has commanded: 11 the tabernacle, its tent and its covering, its hooks and its frames, its bars, its pillars, and its bases; 12 the ark with its poles, the mercy seat, and the veil of the screen; 13 the table with its poles and all its utensils, and the bread of the Presence; 14 the lampstand also for the light, with its utensils and its lamps, and the oil for the light; 15 and the altar of incense, with its poles, and the anointing oil and the fragrant incense, and the screen for the door, at the door of the tabernacle; 16 the altar of burnt offering, with its grating of bronze, its poles, and all its utensils, the basin and its stand; 17 the hangings of the court, its pillars and its bases, and the screen for the gate of the court; 18 the pegs of the tabernacle and the pegs of the court, and their cords; 19 the finely worked garments for ministering in the Holy Place, the holy garments for Aaron the priest, and the garments of his sons, for their service as priests.”

20 Then all the congregation of the people of Israel departed from the presence of Moses. 21 And they came, everyone whose heart stirred him, and everyone whose spirit moved him, and brought the Lord's contribution to be used for the tent of meeting, and for all its service, and for the holy garments. 22 So they came, both men and women. All who were of a willing heart brought brooches and earrings and signet rings and armlets, all sorts of gold objects, every man dedicating an offering of gold to the Lord. 23 And every one who possessed blue or purple or scarlet yarns or fine linen or goats' hair or tanned rams' skins or goatskins brought them. 24 Everyone who could make a contribution of silver or bronze brought it as the Lord's contribution. And every one who possessed acacia wood of any use in the work brought it. 25 And every skillful woman spun with her hands, and they all brought what they had spun in blue and purple and scarlet yarns and fine twined linen. 26 All the women whose hearts stirred them to use their skill spun the goats' hair. 27 And the leaders brought onyx stones and stones to be set, for the ephod and for the breastpiece, 28 and spices and oil for the light, and for the anointing oil, and for the fragrant incense. 29 All the men and women, the people of Israel, whose heart moved them to bring anything for the work that the Lord had commanded by Moses to be done brought it as a freewill offering to the Lord.

Construction of the Tabernacle

30 Then Moses said to the people of Israel, “See, the Lord has called by name Bezalel the son of Uri, son of Hur, of the tribe of Judah; 31 and he has filled him with the Spirit of God, with skill, with intelligence, with knowledge, and with all craftsmanship, 32 to devise artistic designs, to work in gold and silver and bronze, 33 in cutting stones for setting, and in carving wood, for work in every skilled craft. 34 And he has inspired him to teach, both him and Oholiab the son of Ahisamach of the tribe of Dan. 35 He has filled them with skill to do every sort of work done by an engraver or by a designer or by an embroiderer in blue and purple and scarlet yarns and fine twined linen, or by a weaver—by any sort of workman or skilled designer. — Exodus 35 | English Standard Version (ESV) The Holy Bible, English Standard Version. ESV® Text Edition: 2016. Copyright © 2001 by Crossway Bibles, a publishing ministry of Good News Publishers. Cross References: Exodus 12:16; Exodus 16:23; Exodus 25:1-2; Exodus 25:4-5; Exodus 25:7; Exodus 25:10; Exodus 26:1; Exodus 27:1; Exodus 27:9; Exodus 27:20; Exodus 28:3; Exodus 30:1; Exodus 30:23; Exodus 31:1-2; Expdus 31:3; Exodus 31:6; Exodus 31:10; Exodus 36:1-2;  Exodus 39:1; Numbers 31:50; 1 Kings 7:14; 2 Kings 23:7; 1 Chronicles 29:9; Isaiah 54:2; Matthew 5:15; Matthew 12:4

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[wildbeautifuldamned]

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[martykatewrites]

The Mummy: Chptr 3 The White Skies of the Desert

Early the next morning, she found Ardeth-Bey sitting at the table eating breakfast. When she sat down, he poured her a cup of coffee and pushed the basket of flatbread towards her.

"Eat," he commanded and took another strip of lamp from a platter and took a bite. She shook her head, having no desire for anything but coffee.

He looked at her, studying her, "I saw your father this morning carrying a strong box. I told him 'good morning' but either he did not hear me or he did not know I was here."

"You mean he seemed preoccupied, don't you? I told him good night and he acted as if I wasn't even there. Today's the day we pay the workers, I wonder if he carried their wages?" She paused, then said, "I am going to call the bank and ask if he made the withdrawal, if not, I must do it for the workers must be paid."

"I think that is wise," he said as she got up from the table, "I am afraid your father is not himself."

She dialed the number of their bank and Luxor and asked if the month's withdrawal had been made. "I see," she said, "I will be in there shortly and do it myself. My father has obvously forgotten." She hung up the phone then put her hands over her eyes as she began to cry.

He left his seat and put his arm around her waist. "I am sorry this is happening," he said, "I want you to know I will do everything I can to help."

"I have to go to the bank and get the money. I cannot believe Father did this to his workers. I must make sure that things are packed up and ready to be delivered to the museum. The tents must be taken down and the equipment readied for storage until the next season. And I must see if Father is sincere regarding this mad scheme to transport part of the artifacts by camel, if it is true he must have taken leave of his senses."

"I will meet you at the site and try to find out from the workers what is going on." Ardeth tried to soothe her, "They may be willing to tell me things they would not say to you for one reason or another. If we are truly meant follow through with this madness, I will find us some good camels and supplies. The first half of the journey we will be mostly on our own, there are several small towns after that where we can acquire what we need. Please do not worry, it will be all right."

She allowed herself a quick bath, then dressed and drove the truck she kept in Luxor to the bank. She was half afraid that her father may have withdrawn their funds—for whatever reason she did not know—but the account contained not only the workers' wages, but the bonuses they handed out at the end of every season.

She took a felucca to the opposite bank and allowed one of the camel drivers to escort her to Deir El Medina. For a small fee, and food and drink, he was willing to wait for her and escort her back to the landing where she would return to Luxor.

Her father had returned to Deir El Medina and seemed his old self, slightly surprised that he had forgotten the workmen's wages, but laughing it off, saying he must be going soft in the head. And of course, he knew that if he had forgotten, he could depend on her to remember for him.

This disturbed her but she said nothing. She supervised the final packing, the load she would take with Ardeth remaining in a small supply tent. She paid the workers, making sure that each received his bonus, and asked them if they would be willing to come back the next digging season. Though some seemed apprehensive, most were more than eager for the professor would pay them better than any other archaeologist. Carter-Bey provided work but his wages were stingy, they would rather work for the professor.

Ardeth-Bey rode up, leading four sturdy and well-fed camels. "We can load them up today and I will leave them with my father overnight. He is willing to tarry for one day, but the valley is barren and the herds need to be fed. You must be ready to leave tomorrow morning—I will come and fetch you. He is also willing to supply us with enough food to make it through the desert. We can fill the waterskins and hopefully they will supply us with enough water."

"Tell your father 'thank you', or better still, I will tell him myself tomorrow. That is very kind of him."

"He is worried, he feels that this is not good. He admires your father and wonders why he does this. He is sending word out to the tribes to let them know we are coming. If any Bedouin are in the area they will be on the lookout for us."

"Ardeth, is it true that your people claim they are descended from the Medjay?'

He laughed, breaking the tension, "There are some who like to tell that story. If so that would make us rather ruthless and cruel, don't you think? After all, we guarded the village to keep the inhabitants from stealing from the pharaoh's grave goods. No, and you should know this, we are more Arab than Egyptian now, with maybe a little Turkish and Greek thrown in. If we were the Medjay, it was a very long time ago."

She did not sleep well that night. Nightmares haunted her sleep with images of the old Egyptian gods, long-dead pharaohs, and monsters. Taking a bath helped refresh her, somewhat, and it would be the last she'd have for a while she reminded herself.

She was finishing her breakfast when Busa led Ardeth into the room.

"Did you eat well?" he asked, "I want to cover as many miles as we can before the weather gets too hot." He peered closely at her, "You did not sleep well?"

"No, I did not," she would not tell him why, "But it is probably because I am uneasy about this. We probably should have left last night while the air was still cool. I will sleep after we stop—if not, please make sure I do not fall off my camel."

Some of the Medjay—how funny it was that they named themselves after the guards of the Valley—were waiting for them at the site of her father's camp. Her father was supervising the loading of the pack camels they would use, his truck had been loaded the night before.

She could hear Ardeth and his father arguing about the folly of the trip to Minya through the desert, she was surprised to hear Ardeth defending it. The necessity of protecting her was the priority, he told his father, it was only the first part that would be hazardous, but he had heard that there might be Bedouin roaming in area so if they needed trouble there would be help.

Sandstorm season was a month away, Ardeth argued, their route would follow the Nile and if one did occur there were caves and old tombs in the cliffs that they could take refuge in. The camels could be brought in, too, so their would be no danger of losing them.

She agreed with Ardeth's father, this trip was folly. Something must have possessed her father for had he been in his right mind he never would have suggested it.

He came over to her and hugged her, "Be careful daughter, don't let the camels out of your sight. I am sure that Ardeth Bey will protect you. I will see you when you arrive in Cairo." He kissed the top of her blond head and went to his car.

"How is he?" Ardeth asked her.

"I don't know," she replied, "He is acting too normal and it bothers me. For once I am eager to leave the village. Let us travel as far as we can in the heat, then make the camp—I could certainly use some sleep."

"Well, the camels are packed and loaded with supplies. The goatskin tent I brought will be easy for two people to assemble and give us some progection from the heat during the day. My father brought along a generous supply of food, some dried lamb and dates, along with lots of bread that we must eat before it grows stale or moldy. The water skins are full and placed where we will have easy access. Is there anything else you need?"

"I was hoping to make one last trip to the village before we left but there is no time. Let us leave, Ardeth, if I linger too long here I will lose my courage."

The pack camels were tied to their saddles. Roma had long ago learned how to make the camel kneel so she could mount and had learned how to ride them like a Bedouin. She would have preferred taking horses, but these "ships of the desert" were better suited to their needs and she had long ago learned to tolerate their cantankerous natures.

The sun had already started its ascent into the clear blue sky of the desert. The day would grow from hot to unbearably hot in a few hours. She cursed herself for making such a slow start, hoping that they could at least make their way past the valleys of the kings and queens before they halted.

The relentless sun was growing hotter and even Ardeth, son of the desert that he was, decided he wished to go no further. "There is not much to shelter us here," he said apologetically, "But let us pitch the tent and try to get some sleep through the hottest part of the day. When the sun begins to go down it will start to cool a little."

She would have objected, she felt as if eyes were watching her back but she was tired from lack of sleep and needed to rest. They pitched the tent, a curious affair of black goatskin and a little awning to provide shelter for cooking and allowed the camels a bit of shade.

Though it was hot, she collapsed on her cot without the precaution of drinking water first and woke with a terrible thirst. She got up, careful not to wake Ardeth, and found of of the waterskins and drank deeply.

It was so hot now that the sky seemed to have lost its blue color and turned a ghostly white. She was familiar with this phenomenon having spent a good deal of time in the desert herself, but it never failed to catch her off guard. Now it seemed like an evil omen to her, like a sign that nothing good would come of what she was trying to do. The desert would win and she would lose and whatever it was that the baggage hid on the camel, the evil it carried would doom her.

"What are you doing?" asked Ardeth and she held up the waterskin, "I was thirsty, I forgot to drink before I lay down."

"That was my fault," he took the container from her and replaced it on the camel, "I should have made sure that you did. Come inside and rest, it will be some time before we leave in the evening."

She didn't move but stared at the ghostly white sky, "Do you something is going to happen to us, something bad, I mean?"

"Of course not, why are you letting your imagination run away with you? I could hide you safely in the desert for weeks and no one would find you and that is what I will do if I have to. Come inside and rest, you are anxious for your father, that is all."

She lay down once more and went back to sleep, a deep sleep empty of dreams. She did not see Ardeth watching her, not falling asleep himself until he was sure she was all right.

#The Mummy #mummy #tomb #Ardeth-Bey #desert #ancient Egypt #Cairo #Luxor #sandstorm #Rick O'Connell #Edith Carnahan #Valley of the Kings #The Nile

[desplinter]

Goatskin Bench, stool and Suarwood table #stool #table #teak #designer #teakhout #decoratie #design #root #goatskin #furniture (bij De Splinter BV) https://www.instagram.com/p/BsNZGtUHA-x/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=tusuxkv021ic

#stool #table #teak #designer #teakhout #decoratie #design #root #goatskin #furniture

[siandvisualdiary]

friday 16/10/2020

 the history of publishing with David

task 1

i chose this book for the pre 2000 

Info from the V&A Search the Collections website 

Book - The Works of Geoffrey Chaucer, Newly Imprinted ...

Book - The Works of Geoffrey Chaucer, Newly Imprinted ... Object: Book

Place of origin: Hammersmith (published) Date: 1896 (published)

Artist/Maker: Morris, William, born 1834 - died 1896 (printer) Riley, Dominic (binder) Burne-Jones, Edward Coley (Sir), born 1833 - died 1898 (illustrator) Kelmscott Press (published)

Materials and Techniques: 'The boards of the book were made of laminates of millboard, card and hand made paper, stuck together with rabbit skin glue. [. The book was covered in black Harmatan goatskin, with the same leather for the joints and doublure, black suede for the first flyleaf, and red and black Fab cut-away areas were painted with red acrylic paint. The gold tooling and board edges was done by Trevor Lloyd, and I tooled both the title panels and the lines on the front and back cover. The binding is sig The book is housed in a double-walled, reinforced clamshell box lined with double red-and-white suede pads, and with a title label on the spine.' Dominic R

Credit Line: Given/Loaned by the American Friends of the V&A through the generosity of: Paul Chrzanowski. Museum number: LOAN:AMERICANFRIENDS.716-2016 Gallery location: National Art Library

Public access description

The Works of Geoffrey Chaucer published by the Kelmscott Press was the last great work of William Morris, and the icon of the private press movement, the printing revival he inspired. The volume contains 87 wood-cut illustrations by Edward Burne-Jones, who was a close friend of Morris. The Gothic-inspired type was specially designed by William Morris and named 'Chaucer' after this book. The book brought together Morris's passion for the medieval period and his commitment to beautiful hand-crafted productions and was published shortly before he died. 425 copies were printed, sold at £20 each.

This Kelmscott Chaucer had an undistinguished binding when acquired by the present owner, so that he felt justified in altering its condition. He selected Dominic Riley, a distinguished British designer bookbinder for the commission. Riley studied at the London College of Printing. He has won several major bookbinding awards, and was elected a Fellow of the Designer Bookbinders in 2008. He now works and teaches in Britain and the US.

The binder conceived the work as an overt homage to Morris, basing the design upon the mirror forms of his initials: ‘W M’. Several techniques were used (including modern digital methods to produce the stamps). The final work is grand and dignified, its geometric exactness relieved with touches of naturalistic ornamentation based on the book’s border decoration, and its use of the colour red echoes the red used for the rubrics in the text (based on medieval and Renaissance practice of highlighting headings in red ink).

Descriptive line

The Works of Geoffrey Chaucer, Newly Imprinted ... (Hammersmith: Kelmscott Press, 1896), newly bound by British designer bookbinder Dominic Riley.

Physical description

Hand-printed book on paper with goatskin binding.

Dimensions

Height: 44 cm

Museum number

LOAN:AMERICANFRIENDS.716-2016

Object history note

Given/Loaned by the American Friends of the V&A through the generosity of: Paul Chrzanowski, 2016.

URL

http://collections.vam.ac.uk/item/O1407076/the-works-of-geoffrey-chaucer-book-morris-william/

2. info from https://collections.artsmia.org/art/80115/the-works-of-geoffrey-chaucer-now-newly-imprinted-william-morris

Details

Title The Works of Geoffrey Chaucer, now Newly Imprinted

Dated1896

Artist William Morris; 

Author: Geoffrey Chaucer;

 Illustrator: Edward Coley Burne-Jones; 

Engraver: Wood engravings by William Harcourt Hooper; 

Editor: Frederick S. Ellis; 

Printer: William Morris at Kelmscott Press, Hammersmith, England; 

Publisher: Kelmscott Press, Hammersmith, England 

Nationality British

Artist Life 1834 - 1896 

Role Designer 

Gallery Not on View 

Department Prints and Drawings

Dimension 17 x 12 x 2 5/8 in. (43.18 x 30.48 x 6.67 cm) 

(closed)30.5 cm 43.2 cm 6.7 cm 

CreditThe Frank P. Leslie Collection, Gift of Mr. and Mrs. Frank P. Leslie in memory of Mr. and Mrs. John Leslie Accession Number B.67.1dup Medium Wood engravings, letterpress in black and red ink; bound volume Country England Century 19th century 

Provenance (Sold to Leslie by unknown vendor, London, England, c. 1952); Frank P. Leslie, Wayzata, Minn., c. 1952-67; given to MIA, 1967.Rights 

Public Domain Classification

Prints; Books

Object Name Illustrated book Catalogue Raisonne Franklin, p.192; Sparling 40; Tomkinson 40; PMM 367; Huntington Library (Great Books in Great Editions) 24; Needham 101A; Peterson A40; Ransom (Private Presses) 40; Garvey 45; Ray 258; Walsdorf 40; V & A 9

2nd book I chose was the 2018 sketch book ( 2018 Sketch Collection) by South Korean Artist  Kim Jung Gi I discovered his work on instagram a couple days ago and I loved the variety simplicity and the different style of his work so when i thought of an artist for this task I selected him :)    https://www.kimjunggi.net/biography-v2/   https://www.kimjunggius.com/pages/about-artist

Korean artist Kim Jung Gi was born in 1975 in the town of Goyang-Si, located in the province of Kyongki-Do South Korea.  At 19, this budding artist enrolled at a Fine Arts School, majoring in Art and Design.  He attended Dong-Eui University in Busan for three years and did his two years in the South Korean army as a part of the Special Forces Unit.  Here, he was able to memorize the array of different weapons and vehicles.

Kim’s most notable creative asset is his memory, something he has developed over a number of years.  His ability to render extremely complicated scenes near-perfectly from memory, without the aid of references, has stretched the boundaries of what many artists believed was possible.

Kim Jung Gi’s first publication – Funny Funny – was published in Young Jump magazine. He wrote a number of short stories and held exhibitions for his work that led to his teaching manhwa (Korean comic book) to various private schools and universities.  Kim collaborated with Seung-Jin Park, the writer of Tiger the Long Tail, to draw six volumes for his comic.  Kim also worked alongside French author Bernard Werber, illustrating two novels he had written – “Paradise” in 2010 and “Third Humanity” in 2013.

In 2011, Kim Jung Gi partook in the Comic Festival held in Bucheon where, for the first time ever, he drew live. In most cases, artists showcase a framed drawing or painting, but KJG decided to do something different. He placed paper up on three walls around his table and began drawing.

Superani CEO Hyun Jin Kim videoed and posted the entire process on YouTube and, as some videos tend to do, went viral. This led to the invitation to different worldwide events.  In recent years, he has accepted invitations to perform in France, America, all around Asia and now in Japan for his first show simply titled “Drawing Exhibition”.

Kim has six sketchbooks in print, which equate to about 4,500 pages’ worth of drawings in a span of 12 years. He also collaborated with the legendary Japanese artist Katsuya Terada in 2017.  The pair put together an amazing sketchbook of various drawings, showing off their talents.

He’s worked in various industries – movies, music, and government. Kim put together a feature exhibition in Cheongwadae” the Republic of Korea’s president’s official workplace and residence.  He was also hired by Korean Hip-Hop artist Drunken Tiger to create the album cover.

He holds the record for “Longest drawing by an individual” in the Guinness World Records book.

https://www.kimjunggius.com/collections/frontpage/products/2018-sketch-collection

I like both works because to me they are quite similar william morris working on Chaucer is legendary in itself the level of attention to detail is extraordinary and the colour pallette is simple and the typography is grand and archaic in nature a level of excellence rarely seen nowadays.Kim’s work is highly skilled and varied a comic book style but still unique to him I love black and white simplicity as well as colour however I love the detail and excellence shown in both works.To me skill is important to do one’s best and show originality whilst doing so.Clarity,skill and originality are demonstrated here and that is why I was drawn to both artists.

#art #uni #studentlife

[triple-triumvirate]

(photo credits from pinterest)

Whisker World

by: Denisce Nicole Bersamin

As the ray of sun hit the casement windows, crawling its way to the Pietra Firma Lux Touch floor tile, hitting the sleeping beautiful Chanel in a Hastens Vividus bed, which woke her up, and released a sigh filled with boredom. Another day, same routine. She sat on her bedside, reached for the bell on her bedside table and a helper came in to bring her breakfast. A plate of waffles with flax, almond butter and scrambled eggs with a fresh brewed coffee. She took a small bite of the waffle, almost nothing in fork of the scrambled eggs, a sip of orange juice and got up towards her walk in closet. She closed her eyes, placed her hand over the hangers on the lower rack and started to walk slowly. When her fingers felt something comfortably good in touch, she stopped. She opened her eyes and picked up the hanger and saw a Balenciaga Godet peplum style skirt. She started walking backwards with her hand placed over the hangers of the upper rack with her eyes closed and stopped, opened her eyes, to find out it was a Chanel white top runway shirt from 2019. She dropped her not-so-chosen outfit on the floor to where the helper was quick to pick up and had it ready to be worn in the dressing room area. She went towards her bathroom, brushed her teeth, curled her hair and pretty much, applied make up. As she got out the bathroom inside her walk in closet she picked up the first shoe she noticed without looking, it was a goatskin and grosgrain white and black slingbacks from Chanel. As she wore her outfit, it was elegant, perfectly combined like it was planned, when really it was out of fate. Her perfect body has made it look more beautiful. She then rushed out her room down their dining area to see her parents eating breakfast with her dad holding a newspaper and her mom talking to the phone. She did not bother greeting them for she knew she won’t be noticed anyway. She walked towards the front door with a red Ferrari waiting for her to be brought into school as her ride. It was a five minute drive to her school. She parked between a Mercedes Benz and a Rolls Royce Phantom VIII. She got down her car, to where the drivers of the two stunning rides in between her got out too and greeted her a goodmorning. It was her school friends. As they walked towards their classroom, her two school friends won’t stop talking about their new Gucci shoes, Louis Vuitton scarves and their Chanel lippies. Channel quietly nods her head to agree with everything they say. After their four-hour class her two friend quickly pulled her up from her seat and started planning where they would hang out. They later on decided to go shopping, as usual. It was a four-hour shopping with her friends to where they get the same designer things, one of them each, every time. Then they went home. As Channel got down her car, she had a great smile on her face, she did not go directly upstairs on her room but rather she went on the back of their mansion to get her friend Caesar and brought him to her room. She locked her door, took a bath, and changed into the most simple, comfortable pajamas she had. She turned off her light, opened the curtains and sat down in front of her window with Caesar and watched the moon. 

“I like the moon better when we’re together watching it.” Channel uttered with a smile. 

“Me too.” Said Caesar. Channel then rang the bell and her helper took Caesar out her room and the she got to bed.

 The next morning everything was the same, except she wore a Gucci green floral crepe maxi dress and the classic Gucci ace watersnake sneakers which are again, unplanned but goes so well. She rode her Ferrari to school, listened to the teas of school friends, did shopping after class and went home. She got down her car with a smile, grabbed Caesar in their backyard, took him to her room, changed into her pajamas after taking a bath, turned off the lights and sat in front of the window to watch the stars with Caesar.

 “The stars somehow feel like they shine for me.” Chanel said. Caesar replied; “indeed.” Channel smiled, rang the bell and goes to her bed. Everyday is most likely to be the same, except her clothes to where she never wore them twice, and mostly her conversation with Caesar. They were merely a single sentence yet they mean so much to Channel. 

There were times where their conversations go like;

 “I hope it comes back” Channel sadly uttered. “It will.” Replied Caesar. 

Or sometimes;

 “It felt so loud outside today.” Irritatingly said by Channel. “Well, I am your peace.” Responded Caesar. 

Channel utters anything, Caesar agreed. This got on for so long until one night Channel felt too small, too unheard, too used, and too suffocated from the outside world.

 “I’m tired of not getting to say anything yet I always listen to them.” And before Caesar responded to Channel’s statement, Channel looked at Caesar with bling on her eyes, sparking with tears almost falling but couldn’t. “I’m wrong, I’ve always had you.” She continued. For the first time, Channel never rang the bell and Caesar did not respond – or purred. Caesar never really responded to any Channel’s statement. Everything Caesar responded was out of Channel’s wanted-to-hear-words from someone. Caesar just silently sat there with Channel, licking her toes or sometimes just staring at the moon, yet he made Chanel feel heard. Caesar was a cat, who lived in the backyard of Channel’s mansion, who made her feel validated, and most especially, made her realized she isn’t alone, even in the loneliest mansion. 

“THE IRONY OF LIFE IS THAT WE GET TO LIVE THE LIFE WE NEVER CHOSE, NOT TO BURDEN OURSELVES WITH DARKNESS, BUT TO FIND A SIMPLE SPARK THAT WILL LESSEN THE DIMNESS OF IT, IN THE MOST SIMPLEST WAYS” -Whisker World

#creative writing #short story

[ayatosblade]

ML fanfic - Don't stand close to me

I spent the night almost without sleep, and had to get up earlier than usual.

Pajama party in girls company, arranged in my room, had consequences: drowsiness, headache, and a sore neck.

I went to the library with a little delay and was immediately sent to a complete knockout by Vladimir.

“Your brilliant change of image will not save you from work today,”

He said, disappointed at the mustache I had on my upper lip.

“Everything you need is on that table. You can proceed.”

He slammed the door behind my back, and left. I sighed while grabbing the cleaning materials. Dusting these old books would've probably take me the whole day to finish. They were many, and in many different languages. Some even in braille, for Raphael who spent a lot of his time reading despite his blindness. He was also the kindest to me, while Vladimir was very authoritative and very scary when angered. “Remind yourself to not lie.” I whispered.

Ethan terrified me, at first, but as I was his Chalice, it started to slowly change.

Sometimes he would hang around pretty women with his friend, Beliath, and that bothered me. I hated Beliath and his Don Jovan attitude. I wanted to spend more time with Ethan, who, despite his aversion to humans, didn't hate my presence.

As the oldest, Aaron was kind to me too, but I barely saw or had a talk with him. The one who spent all of his time inside and locked up was Ivan, the youngest vampire of this imposing manor, aggressive and often unable to control his bloodthirst. I shouldn't continue to blame and hate him for that accident, as he was turned only recently and the others were trying to help him get used to this new condition. The thought of that almost made me fall from the ladder I was on. Cursing Vladimir for giving this kind of punishment. Not that I didn't like cleaning and ordering books, but I'd rather not do the higher up shelves by myself.

"In case you forgot I'm still human, you jerk."

I said, pissed. If Ethan heard me, he would laugh. He was probably still sleeping on my bed. Sunlight was harmful to vampires, even if they lived inside a manor. I gave a quick look at the clock on the wall. It had gotten midday, and I was starving. I threw the cleaning cloth on the floor, and got out of the manor. The place I wanted to eat was my favorite, and it wasn't even far so it didn't take me long to arrive. I knew the town streets perfectly.

The barista girl was my friend from the orphanage. She smiled and offered me a seat, while I waited for her to bring me a cup of cappuccino and two sandwiches. After, I would ask for a piece of cheesecake and some pudding, or fruit salad. I was definitely going for a fill, and stay at the cafe for as much time I wanted to.

Who the fuck cared if the mighty Vladimir didn't see me at my workplace? He thinks he has more rights in that house manor, left to me by my deceased parents?

Hungry and angry, I took a bite from my sandwich.

“You look awful.”

Noemie’s voice woke me from those damn thoughts. She stood in front of me, with another smile.

“Is everything ok?” she asked, while putting away the empty plate.

I shook my head.

“The mustache looks cute.” Noemie said, as she sat on the chair in front of me.

“Don't ask about it.” I told her, and took another sip of cappuccino.

Sooner or later, I'll get my revenge on you, Beliath.

“What are you smirking at?” Noemie asked.

She stood up shortly afterwards, as her boss called her angrily and saved me from answering. I finished my cappuccino and stood up too, paid for my order and decided to take a short walk around the shops. I wanted to buy a new pair of leather gloves for Ethan. Not a book or a watch, he would probably hate those.

I stopped by a men's store that had a discount. My attention fell on a pair of goatskin leather gloves, with a zip on the side. I smiled, picked up the gloves and made my way to the cash desk.

“Please, pack them in a gift box.” I said.

The man stared at my face for a few seconds, not listening to my request and that bothered me.

“Excuse me, but can you...” Snap out of it!

I screamed internally.

“I'll take those and leave, if you don't want to take my money!”

Had to say this to snap him out of his daydream.

The weird guy packed my gift as I paid, and I noticed the manager staring at him, but I ignored it, taking my gift and leaving.

In the afternoon, the streets got more crowded and noisy. I walked across the river, trying to clear my thoughts. I sat on the bench, but got up after ten minutes, as seeing a kissing couple made me feel jealous. I wanted to fall in love and go on dates too, not a walk on the wild side.

A flashback of that night ran through my mind, reliving that scary moment in a single heartbeat. How I almost died, and how my life became my worst nightmare. It would have been better to die, was what I thought back then. I was nothing but a blood bag, living my days in a manor house ruled by six peculiar vampires. Saved from death by one of them and making me his chalice, or forbidding me from being free from that bond. Not that it was impossible to break it, there was a way and I just didn't like the first two options.

Options, yes... I thought.

I had two options: get what was mine from a solicitor, and kick those bastards out, or make them treat me as the rightful leader of that damn manor and had them pay their rent.

“Superior beings my ass,” I shouted, while a stranger laughed. “You've been messing with the wrong person.”

Fired up, I took a deep breath and resumed my walking. I still had some time left to sightsee since the weather was nice, but I changed my mind and decided to go back.

I pushed the door open and got inside the manor. Laid my stuff on the table and drank a glass of water. I returned to the library, but done with cleaning. Instead, I choose a book and went to the salon. I leaned on the couch, and started reading. The content was enjoyable, but still I yawned and slowly, I fell asleep.

…

I blinked my eyes open. There was a hand playing with my hair and another one holding the book between my legs. He let go of that long strand of black hair and I felt his soft fingers touching my cheek. His black leather gloves were thrown on the wooden table.

“Ethan,” I whispered. My eyes met his, he was kneeling on the carpet.

“You're cute when you sleep.” he said, smiling.

I sat myself up, removing that strand of hair from my face. He stood up on his feet.

“Why are you here?” I asked.

“Because I'm hungry.” Ethan replied.

“You didn't go with Beliath?” I asked again, while stretching my arm to him, but he pushed it away.

“I don't want your blood.” he said, annoyed.

That puzzled me. Ethan managed his bloodthirst perfectly, but he would drink my blood every time after waking up. I stood up from the couch. Maybe he was feeling unwell, after last night.

“I'll go get some water from the kitchen.”

I left him there for a few minutes, and returned hiding the gift behind my back.

“It's for you.” I said, my heart beating fast.

He raised his head and his eyebrow. I loved it when he did that.

“What's this?” he asked, while taking the small package from my hand and unwrapping it.

I was a little scared he might reject it, but he didn't. He was surprised and happy.

Guess he liked it. I thought, while watching him.

Just that smile was very alluring. He didn't try the new gloves on, but he got up and took me in his arms. “Don't stand so close to me,” he said, as he went into his room in the blink of an eye.

Not able to hold back his rising feelings, Ethan put me on the bed and leaned over. His body on me. He delicately brushed off my hair to the side of the face, and stroked my cheek. As he looked into my eyes, I closed them and did not move away, as if knowing what would come next. He kissed my neck, and ran his finger down the center of my chest. I shivered from his touch.

To be continued...

#moonlight lovers #moonlight lovers rambles #moonlight lovers ethan #moonlight lovers fanfic #beemov #beemov rambles #read and learn