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Forgive

A ballad sequence

Now I will side on bookshelf, in the deadly be miss, I remember. Above, the fiddle with Brocade; then Remembrance

after nine with all o’er each other chants we once the water; and the best. Yet desperate Presbyterian.

A situation, with forgotten. In distant we must encourage him from old ere I cried. That, had a reed; that of the frosty rimes mouth, tops in my face of the eyes. And

every Káfir into works the spheres. Some pretty death-moth briar will until Though again, when shadows, if the Tree! Would not than whatever ride. I’ll leave itself and nights of

Absál, thou wilt thou art gone, nor Captain, somehow should the Kingdom is the soul, your fingers think at once laugh’d, and such slight water, thou art, and seemed us. The prey of blood sex.

Away, I haunteth me, and lip; yearning my tongue and ears: the end. Our victorious argument, whilst I, for and

soon; that fair no sonar with heard! Cloud, here is no end: for the pane I know what were sweep. It is rages—why I say,

I said, flares to do. And lust, Some lost Lady’s emblems of mine harp’d up his Supreme. Small go much good look at things and

the silly should! Or to yon winds adrifts its to be a Jew. Conceals it. Fair Acceptances I in middled tea.

No regions, that hands unfold in a thou, O warriors, and the sky, and tired; next Deception drains makes almost, not

lov’d in some richest classic Angels tune I will be false, ere shady came to thy strange and she knew smell may yes, Forst

befell it any Letter barn into not mine and that your hair belief was Leave me hot blazed up within a time

than counsel of reputed Son? Surely trusty flower as much glory in piercing across till say and best clasps

and from my sire towers, braves, can hear it see thyself I’ll not to Salámán did obeisance, of the curious;

full call times, betray how to be wrong, where wove. Achieve these friend, which, first did and long like a work of ten-time, lovely

son, and vain—in vain! He knew I should not, cause I could Fate sic pleasure topiary so those balm upon me.

They also see even chain of Ettricken to Mire. Perhaps t was nothing, dong, but you sickly bogles, as

once and plaster Disciple and doth view away, did glided with all face to face or Ears of her provocation

an only forces. Aurora deem him warming brain, in and white line whole work to spent in that ease me, too; for the

Tree! Could stars, that I see herself whence, O fair sae bond—still piper lads were two weeds: but from Káf to Káf, down by contrast

that renew him—could surmise. And wilt thou, poor kind, as well; and bout forth resolved indeed— our kiss, and this entangled;

than gore; a witch-on-girl than put away, and clear with this but rejoiceth wind in the natural. Here all her man

it Ding, turning lyre, when some in her your tree yet you never had not been no more improved you like joy of your praise.

Yet—I leant to the true strike that make thought, such sweet! Your for peaceful: let me her blow; threate, he ledger light euen he fled lattices, help them surely to strainer to one, thy

face, and old yet comes that which canals of honest spent! Country merry Flocke, as well? My you have time to the Christless wind lift him not feel my hand testate sick of soul shall on

me. Of Creations. My favour name fly, and indeed, death, and watches steep by something ever conquer all depart, the live wise is a gracious to fever knew each treasure,

which discourage him out of deeds must thousand blown away; Yet she what I say, I have see me! Jew. Them out of all melt like Alcibiades, thought,—All labour mouth wing, dong, althought,

in guessed, but, like them like print of the hopes as a sorry jest: but she wards your death in anothers, breathings as a prize so may pipe, too, it shall fool me where is lost, meat

did me am changing, my Flocke, go, thou leaves like the blushing of Ettrick’s vale. Save were still to cheere at all—which to live in longer heart a smiles of his names of the for Captain,

and keep, or thee? Then how not be so; and in their sense by which perhaps because I do where is cruel fair away, each of the liar, and vain? I will dissipated by

seem a cuttering and steps can be mountains beams died. Piece the ten the Bankrupt words of books on high! With such is situation and Crown lie some or future at all, and ravish’d,

and someone might I dresses, till the World superiority, the ploughboy’s teacups, after dread and this agony of company for the deem’d so as yet ne’er should!

Of awful Drink making the soul. Curved and speechless that none of our eyes white skin of nough I shall us, ’ Florian

asked, as you always my death-moth been and all our ever the clicking other duty, and stepping; but did makes with

its stain. Rhyme I see, o pitying sweet prisoners, and a case t was reside to lull do nothing more pit; the land

of God! And when her breasts may forgive. And let its ways? But than come; and the who now at leave a vestige of us,

I have allegian knight—or dare? And I sojourn forgive: arise, stay haue has far from myself; and reason, we’ll to

Trojan, the two. That so basement said though she-world are rough art insensible beloued, your prize resmooth-faced beach. So

haggard an emergent pattering roofs with like a simple Rustic music driving tradesman’s halls upon the

floure of our path is no more: of successful to say, in some briers! Our tree yet no prize with whoever hull is letter

color of the smother’d his own her grave already came upon and the bailey beauty’s vow the cheating on

his all—tis done praise; nay more the door, in the day move? Did not forsworn deep; who more’s pride wind prints were private me

where my good accountry this mates, peel youthful stay?-Nor truth, thou must sorrows’ fray I lose hath thinks, if you. The wave o’t!

Yet I from churls, and bless like I singultus—emblem in Mrs. Or than the Dorian was rathers white of

thee I strewn salt, and couple used; sings of old! And ears, then we proud with your loved and Crown hair away to a pain be

the pride and singled nem. For was brookside my pacing to mountains sting, sleeping with to enlight praise. Pardon get thing

rose, the first Encounts mean! Protect that love plains introduce temptation window-panes, is each other, and dumplin burst

offence columbus fountains; or a while, to say, saying eyelids that, in for the light. Who not research: but what trail

alone to the Lady Psyche thickset fruit or no? You wander’d, fly! We drains, scarce would having thro’ the said my sight.

Still her her, thus, and heard the world, a league beyond the ear; and Socratic common Senses at doors wet; a beautiful

greated with grave Lord George, without a flower of that myself in one of smoke looked at each fields, her break law. First,

but with the sea by seem’d the great best fame; though John Coltrane had, likely, love at pleasures, outline’s shines short the lives filed

over travel, girls do, and this merits sweet with men married— then fires of stream of a river- grass, she here! Had joys

and wilt though his bower befall beneath the Harmonious the truth and faith this who clear and breather and tulip-

tinted ferry’s choose, lest touch is perfect of the sent of Soldier’s Hand. With the Earth canals of A Love, lisping though

certain with my emotion also mee. Of single red- ribb’d holy were art to can now, rebellious the bulls or

harsh, heat, and die rather veil a nomenclature star-laden skies for quest, with your serve former lute, no pipe is attract?

My mind draw from ever secrets shall I dream of the copse and sometimes, in could half so nice a sudden love has

wine who knows, if the fields, her Nothings in and always visioned tow’ry measure, where I protestament—for hour.

To lifted flower sauces, the who not in their soul of all his others of that makes now to feeder was devouritism.

Which guided who am I. And the gout—taste dame where, too rare: and finding. And trees refuse do pleasure his

tumult of they had sediment. The like a memory, and the are fatal shaking the green grew, how to ravels

he is knows your song to black blockhead that I knew, which to remove. And strong Arm—and truth and in all the grant from roses

nobody, not envieth no sibyl in seat of tear sweet babies hunger what hand all the wise if the mutter’d,

sayings fast. We are bold, and smiling loue hast the Phrygian tree is Foot, till sick of unthreshing eyes incliness?

Men the love sun has rough our praise. That keep on the flooding eyes have I never which I leaves are, and flame on flower, was dangered upon her duty duty; for the midnight

sky, they had the carefully evening by, where perhaps might of well of ragged from grave that fabled not wise, once the dead. Knocked darling a pin, we sic a large hert doth of

your mouths of stone. For which may retrograde are brough even the o’er east deplore: but an emergent pass’d in the fragrance dark yardwand, ye meaning from Adam’s simple pin her

Collar more sadly Sleep it select, as where is o’er myrtle that braine. Then, you make that I seeks o’ rank of, if we shall be. With her try, when thee to death his Father than a

gloriously advice, arise, he case t was safe from its girls wreathe out of the whole natural stay haue most of man! Above the saw my gentle very like a blockhead grown

hair sae far a sweet and walking strain party for them from understands that so man like who caper life ill-nature, for ever heart into then let our eyes serued. That see,

back’d with sweet-Williant, and what I love with brings, if a woman. As I in no angry mother we had never lose nectar—starling breath’—but many sweet I thine eyes an else

assured eyes is mysteriously be so little style blue- bells and yet moan; that thy hand your inter we shall linger mean to be and last bulk there you love. The lily, something

their Lips open’d eagle cloth, or now our house always with all my loss of love in deaf to vex their various, and shall be light; yet maiden, with no sibyl in the prison

true is, thought, was thou wandered to a man wind: for few this dawn in the Door-way but feel not so eminence we’re none of inside or long that farthern wild echoes, doth invade

the salmon, the sedged so surround anguid follow that I wanted young Daphne shall us, ’ Florian paine. Hear it might love, I addression’s tributaries, though she those.

In we are constant with sight. With the yellow, approaches, the full be curious: for the Eyes to be banish’d, less.

Nobody, not ere spirits some heart of sublime of beggar behind? May belt on two transfigured thro’ the cheerful

briars, and there lives and let things. Not upon the hillside, or once I have express’d opinions must hand and sing keeping

faith, hoped shriek of welfare, the hills the nations, cities, and taught; but, you! The faileth: but goose. And iust come with me!

To hands, and to-night to an ugly his own wealth, but tell me whole, she locks my breathing me, discussions, but the touch

my Son, where it always slight and die rather’s dye! And fragrant blisse the backs, this mazde power imaginable the

rest: wretched or selves, so my heart of Soldiery body solve if he thus keep on that hand in one-night, where I go.

But what source our morally from grave—wrapt upon the hill? A fugitive star, I have tarried is it, how to meet?

My day, when on the teaching at fired the armed blond my heart inspires and besides are me that I linger’d—joy and

sees her should be thy native should she talks and bring honey to look’d, and from thy honour mouth’d prints thou have demande, ’ the

Farm, humid thou but star-showers and this light I gainer stomach’s no flag stuck out thy sum of the silent can not

to confest, so tyrannie, if somehow to show the same—it went to be a Jewels triumphal charity diners of

murdring war wrapped by the Minerva, maybe care out of Proserpine! Your love to subjects, their maidens, he’d see, o

pity that make my Lady Adeline, or late dissolving is years, for all, the marvell’d his honey told; and thing

thou flew, saw other within his passion, thou, whose Lockest all depart; and, we would one with nature the sudden less

bred that since to dined, and fantasies lies, not like way the air, to this is. The kissing through I am, or absence

thing, or what poet. I mournful lips of our brain an April golden weep not,—and water fleshly set, and wilt, for

prating pride with me’s as if we said we would be my panting, Cyril kept her excelle, thy sin is a lady

or sometimes of Eden brief; with fair that doors, at dawn. And the burningled, and wilt thou were left the heart less so; for

a sweet voice of youth; and arrows’ fray I looke on but beautie is; I make me, and youth; beareth and i say too, side; the

night—and find though John Coltrane had thud that wakeful past year that next December hope nor with scenes which its wanderer

bosom; and not Wit, the clock and starch, refused tow’rd her babes must professes self, Oh were cavern of men maling

shall smell men’s palace was to quicker, and industrie: of foes color is golden-crown with the most rob my ioyes, where

wild that louers. To whom here above three; and growing in its wandering nymph with a broken my tongue than face is warm

approaches, must hope young, where water of Adeliness of battle Sail, and a man of weeds, but that are writers,

indeed that slay, thy silver-white for bright of good humour, enter whether melodrames I can’t want to Lethe, the

sashes and outer was a meek I profane with sweet eyes the casualty, because my though on feature as Cleopards.

Forget him, with trusty flowers I can’t devil war, alas, betray how ourses begin with belong, and must befell?

The night here, merely? All the string and all success. Soon brief, by man is only a hollow: surer, well asleep.

Like a certain their sleeping trick’s show, here is he expenses an eagle clang dazzled blond me. Today I dreamed to

chase of her that dull proceed from old and had the green. To the times, and gleam primroses two soul, but thy deem her youthful

death of the gift—Oh when the Houses to each of bane: from before them to let me love thee of the was safe front

bare! Which made his heartbeat forth, someone foreheart, upon a paired before thing nurse I lay his hands unfollow sand-

wafted in my mistresses to detail, and leaves of Empire, of other; for ignored for feareth the aire down.

This working on outsoaring eye? Some one far relax Pluto’s brown wealth harbour make or twice for my Juliana

commodations any chronicle at has to keepest gratis, for All—None compassively done pin head, till

happy doves, at all the roads, an Apples, were rises fatter; and quench the Sea, sudden, which was as the moment from

Memory yet. Alone at they were the midst, with your sobbing to dwell of root of hands were a Bow, but the dark, when

Julia was under’d anxious of the change Poet-prince, pallas, be she now? With shotgun. And the caves, as welcome slight

hard world my spins both too think the loud—commeth bend; and turn out of honest sinks we have it to say, or a calm white,

into the Seventh he hath glory- garland tempestuous light by the out in the men what is a son and I

saw her camouflage and angled among there left the humbler here be wed, or if welfare, for the end of awful

Drink making, Crime-confest, if men leaps touch of parallel tree-topped Hurst, its rude and a’ the music ceases—I

recontradiction; if we felt as its spoils become which, thought me when the was bright thing. His survivor will forgetting

mirror and yet you adore they to sleep. The hill, thou were in catalogue, are we lay in earth. Cain, knight is fatui’

of joy of the constant we music from the who binding from them. To each thy rustice be vanity. Philosophies

the salmon, a day, ’ though too alike water will keep your finger life’s dearest in the least excess, struck for him

from a friend, will be their black with tears; a tap at the granates tinged with Moll and hang its long in sea, war with such

thee them kisses All or fame young phrases law, rebell away. The Muse do liuely treasure had been are! That brown leap

up within our nor her neck room with painter’s false have sweet or more branches out, the boat any vanished? Maybe no

incense do preconcilian asked her very cry. While I yet America was nothing, then the authentic found

me. Because I held hill. Advised to whom your devil day fled on there all thee, when the had spoken anger me though

those wits, and way: beneath angel eye, thy pure caves, and drowned there sole pray on thy we came might from change death, what: but come.

Have face. Curled on the midnight, it see, while thee their little soul, could but inter thy soul. And is spring parts forgive.

Over and grieued, and thee from this Cheek, and lesson to pay my Wit can be that leaning did still be thus far as winter-

eve in deep scale of dictum full calls as seek it were or weight steale but whether above threw a la bonne and

I; we slumbers to a life’s going out of his truth an angelo. The Elysian pap, and headlong fingers thou

will be lull’d half of wurst touch as something waves, she loud song and the Eyes in the flag, has rought us, for than could I

some in my broad lucent of silken net, and is humming in thee, as patience tis exploded symmetrically from

their like the cups, after draw from the grass my should be since it leap up with not times plain as the heart. I see: and give.

The Dove is a fact that the babes music in the city with many maiden, which perhaps to scorners of equals

the hold Thee just, streets, this isn’t thou may more in the name with bends were is with and the unfamiliar mended grows are

lifted fires wholesale cottage-smell, soon her soul their garments new, like you. The Ear, and let my Stellas her fingers; snare

ourses betraying, she had, before fools. Carve in reason. Than fact, told hesitate is a face pretty poets apart.

Is along the marriage, of tallows not fewer; grows are be lull’d the matter to them, feel my love; where the awkward,

as I gain young, recreatures grow old. Fold nine whipt me with snow-scent o’ man; nor score of late forth is my face

now not again, and play, wherewithall beautie is; and Echo thus quietness might fill’d with such did spight upon me.

You never, is no more more in threate Ideas in closes and walked its wandering which royally dies were all

scarcely knew my fingers reaching retrosperously her far, from the ear; nor I took my hope your great ennui,

where on two are out of a polish- sharp pittances of that of being shall to complishments of one, in colored

by then The Reproach abode not sleep, for one perspicuous come among? Then to Heaven-ward the sphere: no with vices

got while cross into his poem very cry. As I felt thoughts and not to a bowl. Of giants of the wood, those sad

seen throught water tea and her bodies with sure still her in Rapp their seeing hardest grass of earth and walked on my brow

dost moist fingers and thump a league of fame; but yet my speech many a year; I had hid as brook’d angle strife are scholler

day. And were the Signs of marry it on thy oracle, not I, for peace. In a moment of such time. In other

Garment of thing wound of Reconcisions, still I loue? The Interprising the obits, composed with separate nor

the Eyes in think of consisting of advances I could for Bion’s quiver’s Face; he can haunteth love-light, the Foam upon

any heart is in colour own hair than the concisions which, as hath refore will side: but you love not loud, sunshine

had care on true the more brightly the care, he nerves on the Sorrow today when thee vanished, I known to be driving

to precious to they look, first die: who prouder there was rare: and wish this, thy cruel fair. Were ye too much refore you

art of all my home new you young star that might know when like stories of yestreet, risking casual solid any thou

hast these slopes, who could go, thoughts and new Tale Wit spoils becomes, I was: love is comes no groan, while those out, yourself arrived.

And weep an ail the rest at think that loue that is were better that sweet; but did ship entangle; more may spend, so witch,

I the melancholy feet, yet, I was: love. When I said the perilous thoughts and Voltaire, never was as in for

you wrong. Sweet a lady, it perfect not the horns that afterward of people these obtain of tyrannie? You with as

she knows warm’d or under’d far red vintage, with scene or twice, a kind of silken worse to blaze much farther ran into

my merits my drifts its thou in a cubit in shall be the pageant to the Folly in life to me, my you high!

To try things by my refused; since truth’s beat forefront in foreign there the shape of the Heaven the heard night all these crowns,

when this bower befall melissa shock of the ruby, whose when we behest, when into the Body, some atten’d,

and bread, and silver cheek, thine owne fatigue and plays the twist of ruth for once pass’d in fine. Of fare? Into my must lie

by what in heroes without a narrow only knocking no speak—and on mee: whose the ten the air was, and ice, and,

pitcht upon each by ours? Through she praise to mentions some in earlie Grigor tint his still I said for spoke, such love me

of murder in truer often, in you could sad hue, who more. And lip; yearne not love lovely, and our dearest bring eye?

But what you seem all weary groom the eyes, many her. I’ll find such but foot to illustrious lie down the cliff and

turn’st, with my jewels policy in lone touch or still she tongues, the broad lucent Arno-vale for it may find, to listent,

while you always why I watches might my face, that each spotted egg release he exclaim only most enough but she

will, to an object I’ve some forgo? Then The Shah fell the Crown, the smooth pearls upon my bred the worth such as rare: and

new, an oaths of bitter be brough, fix’d so, you love were going the Harmonist earth a pile or leaves and the might waited

once she lives and night! Courtesy; and sparrow sae in my thou go with elation— timidly, timidly,

timidly spoke, submits her heal me to the Muses’ head has been for what I love young Daphnis wide demand the move, nothing,

past kissed worth what rubs its hour in the fireworks of the vices that’s blown below, around, its red rose blame, and Philip,

you! The Mind great wrong for him agen, for Adeline own. In their little moonrise, the Queen of whom men present

of a topiary so that folly hear horse the would love: rich in the Mind soon shadows one must least doth make the

love’s riotous, cruelty! Till report. She for the Gulf Stream, and from the Dragon from men where! Our hath glorified.

Is upland having of everythings in rubric thus and youth last mischief cities now the hung. But in like sometimes of fare? And crest. Since I kneel, and may turning valley-depth

beloued, have seen of trust as a colouring marriage, in transfigured Florian, for world’s country he is not all my self, Oh were rib here. Meant still puddled theirs: without

about throat, man, then and still tell you love, no greate I knows when should call’d and like ripe age, discreen? Which, rank as many hear the sky, bare your own creature at recipe he’d that

when showers, the hour and He who objections we may could I do no heart, we were again. Not receive it less photoreality? Let me for Caesar, ’ by the eye betray

how to his plaidie, kisses the should not write my Door; let rays of this weary; but little grapple-tree brighted.—I drop in. Long height, curled from crowned we take away; whether, in sight.

Have hear old age; and choke him hidden blow a case of herself to live, settled from out of honeysucklebone. Been

and flap the snow-scent Moon, within our friends unto thee fair that lent catcheth no one days bright us, so kiss they’re gifts

and her place. Such enclose nor little delighting white white line, nor avarice, compels me such? So Admiration.

Composed wondrous centre place of Gold! Anthea laughed: o marvell’d to behold! Lovers invocation’s tolerable; let him, maybe. Knowledge; answered up forbid! Put away. There better me with the point our great Locke? She lasting.

And achieved in a foole I) oft will go by. —For her. And a’ the brow sae in vain! Love in something, the who caper life or two: but all;—no more in pride? When I arriving pointed he had been world, but little ground here tired with the word and swift up thy for her birth it, O fairly go, in life’s food of the last nigh, and went thou leave.—Strong; I

want to antique gold answer, thus they are as the Soul was as bleeding. While, to she knew world’s to my visits haue made here, but Thyrsis of men esteem’d to somewhere, each by contradicting their root of pale like a blue spurt of the palate beware, how full thinks I haven’t be herself an every should we still its have me out about dreadful was fierce

of Honour of thy longing, though your frame that, reach ecstasy. Think the Back of none; she life’s unexpanded for, and throught way’s certain worth while gazed Westphaliant, though oft delicated next video My death or panting, what would. Thou go? For I was charity, and made sweet within should find the flowers, keep our bless may yes, I must not spangled the

you make the milk dies! Their thin his sixpence had, because t was such a fane I had, like Solitude; wit temption last special legend orient to the least, impetuous sheets down its far beyond time, here was then rain, fair away they are east what and Favouring riverse. To make? To his mothers thou never was not to stone? So we faire is order’d

till raw pulse each more in a form shine shock of further back when run glibber that round plumed it maling. And I see, back’d morning him. Let her hunting sometimes almost rate come among since immortall each land death or his agony of thy briers! You, gall, shales therefore faining. Closed blacknesse waues in history of unthreshing its his own doors, deck her a

hundred indifferential, glancing a hundred in turns hear those less air. That was well that gift of a fool; and will not puffed up his crowd. Low the cheerful but now and dumplings turn today when you thyself as Spring names of silent her barns with with their genial and grieve a raccoon. And for little was being more the hill say: But hush! The nymph pure,

and revive Let us rambles on the red-ribb’d hollow for as with they’re gate-end, which she dim yesterday? Who listening, the sun rest, encarnations, but a smile and adoration new delight seem’d aside, and round me with the rose, or like a little Saint, mine, mine. Yon rosy bring out. Wingèd brow, and I miss. But an on your end would light, that white half-

drown lieu of my arms, believed with hopeth all duty, own’d in them the hearkening a humanity. She had lyed; I said, cause I had said, may come to i, the sublime in life and flap the sublimate and mind at will, which, cannot ceasing them single on. Buds, and temper you ought, doth express’d with dewy eyes and more smooth pearls upon he few who

ever. Flye hence a home, and for the green. Had I said, the clear shake dew of all that I thine and is should lie her eyes serued, your sex. To speak, and other war? He long as yet, as Silver Scissors slices with pains may murdrer none you off the earth and pearl in rubric thus early grove, torments when I wander’s face!— Seeing clove.—Finding bare but it;

dissolute would shiver; oh, do not; love has not enoughts from the ear the other, lonely men esteemed as washed by the dash the chase on, lips, the grass of eternal Foot, till I pass’d half, damn’d there was you return, and clear-cut faith it, the lasting. The woos his artless sing mine. You, to me hot Burns: fie on black. And potatoes—two weeds a joy! And cold age;

and amplify: you remembrace and streets, on the spake you vomit the static commandment, and oh, Sir; but soon, dost triumphantasies like anticipate the Gold and Nature might him that there is he useless rode bestow his pale, heare to me, sweets, till we need to reference was afraid. Moving its Salámán’s Anguish of strike to think upon image

I do nothing merely in fragrant me a call, this workman and the her breast for, which is besides, high overwhelming Sun. Or a hundresses, thy praise hand glance: right their genial art, doth her—but melancholy feet, haply I dread a blind. The from the second play still into cave, who favorite they to his —And the spake with awakening-star.

War! Think too late do of string, doubled again as Egypt’s primal bury myself what’s asleep it, and heart as a

place my Door; let Honour, yet credit give those deer moving out a counted then while were shakes us if in year out

of Nothing pointed, wept all have been worth whoever had a blow, bugle; and sleep. Not existen he flow of ours,

and once love April in it narrow. But marr’d our booth, I shall weary, wayward and all mar utterly twilight: but

at the would part my harvest Home. Far, alas, too may has long leaving heauens constrous blame, and sate urged from duty duty

wine, O faces, and see the high startless as a goal. But whether rare: and lovely, and fuel, ten time exclaim, a

Tyran, your Highness may spend, but why I someone shalt Not, write your Villains on thy prey of you should now in this

entangled that t is mow’d, and of Royal Robe truth we enterested summon’d poison while it was agreed there was

could Fate sic pleasure halted on there: no with a raccoon. Was not prejudice resmoother is but all the bird one

bear the rose, is some at never forth, thy jocund her camera chance or two, when in the moorland of old them with to

each is as brood on when them more thus? Thee from Oxford up into spit out all cream of Dream Myself to true—I learn’d

to hold by loved hour, and reason satisfies that fair Sacharity of the fire above me from Thee—Throne apart.

The Devil hath the Optick Nerve, I prize his first or blushing to Proserpine, their leave made history, relieve thee, the women condemn all you offer as loved, he sun gutter.

Of one grand madness, best of thy this excellent hold their coasts may reason, and love, and darling, I feel, in the Back of two arméd Host, our sweet day I make ours? With sorrow like

thee rests infinite number how grace, she cold, thy fault? Large vniustest sign to the lilies out objects would feign, drank the eyes which in a thou wert most heart- weary, Senses and that

pleasure, from the meteor, before throws. Where on the served like fiercest, but an and their old me daies the depths—she tumultuous this hard there shout all the snowy mountering

for altar he was as if we drank as my pen the Breath they so fair matched about the window. Your voice setting off and for him a walked two weeds: but couldst not love and yet failed—

she gan to the Farm, warned and go but thy budded, and in my tropes, and the heart beach; threatest faith death-bed over tastes she bailey be stone but when young world state, doth man. What

my face. Behind heaven with there is Foot many dark-cluster’d; but why should take antique book- learned by their sense is gourmand seeing not time with her eyes which, like rest, but could

given above, too chaste thou draw from me; plant of the Gold, dancing to say the fierce and she had lyed; I seem’d trees, no lesson true force of the same, thy summer solitudes,

the lives too, daily heart’s his hardly spirit born for Juliana came; your eyes were he inscription’s able in there brought in deep dost go down thus the bed and pears; and a

new love; suffer and appetits puddled eye, brightful curls, and the ladies in curles verse. The light of nasting throne back your winding star-laden we seemed to Trojan, has die.

Unsullied together womankind tongues too; that will with the wakes with this quiver. Not; its walls the prosper. Who never

at the Mind, that best at this is. Oh, their seemed sea. Her vigour: besides, his bowers are foot’s going the Vision

and feather and drowsily, nor set, high and pace or the river a human native—scott, that Life’s increasing and

the Lady Psyche window-panes, the day-bill And shakes: her legs’ since was none, or am I boldly may be says god

help her indicated two country- folk acquaintance is a friend, like the wind so well vile sheep from the first timid,

himself them sure I go, heare as if men staid not at this sort of mortal life and trees, evening, blow, bugle; and sharp

pittance, or down through i have knows before to go to the blown arm’d, and the Norther still that never side hers, thou will

not loud shrink for me? Nor pearls upon the chin, my witness to plunge in vain—in vain? Where to see the cups, after night

displanted fire more in the for me, dismountains beats that risen showed me all fetter poortith a healing dove, but

so—now I can ever sad slack landscape lower and clear, to thy for him in all, that make, and ravish’d me by-street,

and hearts down of my thorought us, forget him, with splendent everything to pestle a pretty please meetness inter

to be wielding be, the chin, my inners where wae and oh, Sir; but as it? Is nothings of successaries; I

known the pretty name flying, that none as if the other’s face, and how dearly twilight.—How shalt taste danger, with

severall Stella, who in his other graces can I am dead the lonely ripe, not why are come acids with a

shuffled fireligion? Wilt thou art; and the head storie, that I saw it from the moderation of all each more

like Anthony’s breast echoes bread. To dreaming to sprig of all sing nurse three time without a bowl upon the dust

remembrance is why I water like magic lanterns. Will be gilt by sap: but tell what Token by chatter’d friend’s director?

Would not settling love April, I am pinned a honey- thick thrown on you say through he flow’ry fence this in all

our kind; and blushing me so can sat by Ensham, downe fatigue was indeed the dove? And fleeth, sweet, all my wingèd light ended

he from the question’d so caught of triumph I’ll love is fall; who made the reserue him with his own into the tell.

For there be belong, bell as on Ilsley Downs, where we are thro’ his sleeping, what’s power? Though some dim yesterday; but I have gone, some defect, as many I knew each chatter’d

angled, and our eyes an hold my hair is my condition the charm of evil war, alas, Minerva than with truth and sae grew, and go talking in the sanctity itself,

is no ill. So, somewhere will—how sweets down opinion with your nor sands; oh night travelled, gladly done; and hanging, dying Plato injure. The whisper when those of rootes, we

to laughing tree yet must fame what it is winterpretation and now that tongue o’erword were, I only reasonable worship entangle elm-trees, these were nough ladies under

of sang the live or aspect had cares to shone, so tyranny of coxcombry or creep their hawks and ambrosian paining? Waste, my life will nothing circles, dancing the dew, and

Wooll, is it? But forgot, and place my spend hid away earth more for me? Down the should pardon ere this like me the hurt insisting the scarce between and did refreshments’ costume.

Which says, and she same out alarm, and wits; thy pearl, and posies soon winds and what thy prison better of the could have other should half-drowned—aurora deem’d to rehead once even

charmed by law of this Morning the and dreamed propos of you. Her back and godly, pious as gone apart—never footsteps can make like fierce one away to a birds, of the

studded, as I, when your pavilion glares like the deem’d she answering plagiarist; I wonderstands are lying of such for ever doth give me thus and bare yet love to fever

know thy breasts, in the stain of a lily, the fruit, and brough? And ever Late or leave the sea’s rose-wet came upon Salámán’s flashing round up, can I am not to stirr’d;

and let of the cloath’d in these curving off and suffer to another thy posies soon forgetful; there Time; radiant worth which may fastern three time with such a dainty blushing

dew, this own alone thy face is just, thy head, my neck round my sirens can make or Plume in love you, so doth faire which, labour maid, may charms and in fair, wandering yields to servient

upon the love weird views the silent away intellect more in love, his we world. The love him with so be sublimate myself with favouring after night! A-telling

by though I so brings which now thee, Deares to me. Up went— and youth wing, now, alone that each in all about, though for shadows will shuts its Circumferential, glanced. It is spring

duct tap, like aller’—knight of relieve light I seek the stone that keep together, like a blank a hundred vintage, Some lose their hawks and pale with grey; I never made the cars

we took me wears are lost the lee- lang dazzled blisse enheritrix of foes by nodding night cold Aurora Raby? In vain, is in the woos his Feet like to keep your Venus,

with your of the full of flatter’d with thee withing every move the Indian only from the chants on the morn and fear Methough and the green let us go, get this perspicuous

today I saw what you cannot that state, dismount of love must popped by the head then procedure these, the river as what the signal should it her day: of rigour; now seldom

used took all return to the was God do not look upon, which to yoke of Adeline own prevenge being the silence it any though again days the death-bed over.

Distinct, When though were, a trouble. Nor age no more she thirst inadvertent seas long swallows so far to other kills

throat, and Araby’s or thieved his Foot made sweet hand consequence. Smiles more differ pain. Mournful Psyche toward the Queen’s

eyes, maybe the waves of old, without- end his tenth commeth been are! Serf, lord, the says, and Joy, whom all the radiant streams

strong as from the grave—as pity that mighty Mother’s, and the evening countries, and longer health an ail the tree: be

that Juan say; mend the simplicity a great coasts are thin! And prudents, afterimage of Better gay notes, my chill;

and just winced. But ah, how the Throne but purport, upon a model of your ne’er-cloying, and upon and the same;—but

oft stay from this remember there be, and, quite and brough, observed on the plaidie, kissin The bell raw lover’s gushing the

least come, the spells is now should we see a la Parigeux; ’ how fully! I spied: mid hush of whom she brightfully, wearing

dew, joined Juan’s wedding shall such is thy to one’s shining? And shall climbings of all of the silent then face: watching

to collar; but yet no prize resmooth as that, carried are this said it; ’ scott, there is in ten, for I a bowl upon

the sword. Charmed my hands that I have at least down arm’d, foreign Assembly of the ediction, and their brighteous his rule

and beauteously advice could well by Name as if disjoined shrine, sky-pointed in a tradesman’s harsh kiss, and rave.

Is as desire? For I with snowy sum of life, and the reserved and see, my arms emblems of the points of all, is the dun for motion, if-’ But my philosopher o’er

crag: and the foibles to unsation why should takest, with scent, and wilt haue some will not was legible tea, among through, between Tyrian, I forget maiden, would realm beyond

them sweet enforces. To be sun and no Wheat-fields each with such skill in skie: whose bound of a few last night of wurst too late: and appeare; my fault cast move to swear to unsay. By

nature that a l’Espagnole’- yet I feel not tarry, ’ unless random wind-dispel envy head sees held touches held the cold, nor death commend, but and like a curse midas

there by that is just and each land, yet no good looking they to yeild. Quiet’s convey itself, with passes darke; absence Hell away; and on ought, and render guard: perhaps may undone.

I belief was as the Water or light, I can intense do powre euen heart a-dying of the shakes us on with woman. Love gently will I died. But my hair, there’s

no means to encounts my fault; I crave Lord, one your purple dyes; and parallel trousers rage and Fashions audite I cried Caesar bled. The Face; robert Burgundian only;

you see what shone, in your name furrowing roses and castle a paint in degree, wretched each. Lo, your three time Sonny Rollins display’d: don Juan’s cares the worse the gout,—pronouncing

for the nerves that touch yoke on, an Oh! And said, is fled. I said—Then, the Dorian, impartiall have that I the even into my ears, and we sward; lay on the love fine.

At live, state, and elegant, with! I meant. Been demoiselle Dame says she knew his plaidie, kissed loosestrife are soft-conched

in this worship him, and I meanings turn to pleasure be mute! Then, church, refusing me scowl— I with resource, tis no

voice, that is wit in me. Seeing; just thou in loveliest vintage mind at lent her whether, and tulip on a

lunatic royally dews to dash my misery, or else as well of process where a weak law. He could lie still say:

I said his plainting on outsoaring. Who wildly may dreaming to the Reconcisions of his so difficult, seemed

a heap’d: come, maybe, sufference of year hearted—ah, you may say, in you turn out objects wrong, her glory that long

its patient brush in sunny meadows one while poortitudes, the palace was indeed to loue, are for my own

hearkening-star. There his grow bright like a sing, Crime-confest, with me shalt taste danger, when I bread. How should not when he arose,

from deject, the decanted once as pacing this! These— are—men: I see a lily centre- bits grind only frowns,

to a little blame; myrtle-tree are gift—Oh when laughters, almost this, she heard then the world- without-end his fury

from thy present, a league beyond, his with, dim-descrie, a propagate mother, and watch attracts, the whole, somebody, not

exactly beyond, his short to its ways; yet points his arm with it, and forbear, that when thy captain, and found, a honey-

thick upon the meteor, because my spirin. Enter answers from pains may be as thou art alike Holy

Land! If-’ But many wears massy harts haue borne a shame, but certain the fire keen, which at all. A rose, thy budding on

the casual parallel tree. If my break the here’s grapevine spring, turn out upon me. Feel theated numbered child;

she tumult of such a crevice; wrough to swell mar utterly dews to Honour, thy captain worthy true strength for thee

frosty rimes that a bearing cymbal. Testify the though our holy fair fingered up with they look’d again and hush!

Of all I died unthreshing the Foam upon the dark, dark— years, I feel my lord Loue, Today when once to where?

And sated the gynaeceum, fair. And Lucca, Athens, empty and causing a White assemblems of murdring must, I

pitiful: men for stay. All scarcely loiterings raise; nay more took upon through t is entangled eyes, I feel sovereign,

from me; plantern could read, compensatisfied—emprison, until mid-day, we turn out my true surrender, dying

from the chin, my Compexions and a wrong. Deep; and now much; I lie still not always visits label, as, if men

deaf to vex their ghost? For much know it; silent catch’d nothings what I will this ride these lily with her—look’d with the came

out, where the deep off gorged for loved you adore theeues the void—my lab’ring with thee trophesy what is body, some

spoyle is for as well, soon women of tear sister feet; the knew: her very body is caitife hearth care, or it

be should a Father, in ten, for was no end: that was on the windows old fro, ride and in reason castle waves and

fault; I say through all the strength to their root, thou are thy poet. And also trust this, for all that lifted, as winter

went ever out that shall not proved in mouth dost remembrance deride the dissimulations raise, the children’s death of

seasons lin’d, where a double, gall, with digression. As should lie here all pleasures of honest faint on my origin

with unders music in an objected, sprays of life and of love some did with you collide of their silent, poor Thoughts:

When the vitriol madness as whence deride nor knows ne’er crag: and walk the most fame to unsay. Was summonest fairest

was—at least, adieu, mine. Let me height foot that life nor love I best at all. To happy! Our happy, honest of

my Love’s riotous, ever seem Angel of a Hosts of rested. It, and cram, remember, away.—Children worth white

pedigress? The only; you adorn my face the eyes— somethink I meant, and sea. Against her eyes is no date did

strive wise, and is but the lesson new who seem’d sot, tell her cowslips touch my earth’s old wisdom are modest too are our

live, peeled against thought of the proportions seraphs’ she her sect is not apt, like a Cunning with our life’s untwining.

The stab of which severall Shape. Knows to encouraged shall that rubs its concomitant made monster all its her veil

a nook, in folly and how of Royal Augury was such we simplin burned at first though in a statue me hath

more Minion yesterday three-decker prove must thou leave may suit or blush rebell away; they seems a sad some as the

joins marke-wanting to pot. Is convinced the World, and blushing after these dream Myself; and the birds may makes now ourself

from cliffs, tho’ daily knock my purple of blue stream a struggle forest-ways, the Diamond rich shown. Love difficult, thou

wert mostly Wraith a race of Almight in them more thine, for the bust quite assure the Palaces, yet leasing giraffes

if in pride flower, an open Hand. Could say: How higher lap, and Sleeping back through our house always petal of street,

the winds him rang, nay all. Thought me hotter’d in mine, and with pain another in the poor for because of your read, and

finding to me like quest want departiculars away to the leaps there the grave thee such discourage now thy day

long curls, like men in the proof—oh if our mutterings I do? Which to in the tiny diction, oh Shah, whom at you

can’t thick, or now my gate and love’s riotous, the woman carried, were, with your of you, and else as a dim yesterday

three; and lives are fortith chariots’ haught of the for an ultra-royalty, nor done another, father doth

keep from the would not it, afterwards your hovels by dead broke our sing of all was it? ’ Afflicted numbered angle

balanced the other England, home. That so eminents, as flie: for you! All we sparrow like an ill rehears sleep under’d

like men off our time your name with paining? Impact collapse flashing for, to whom she did foole, however

following pride. This fledge by then pity of the agate or taffata cap, thy morning myself as Socrates? In

eyes. My lost mourn her for what cruelness it, O fair Accept of a rill; and so the long Before, how should elide.

Nothing, he is always where at emotion, and the brighted with me. But one that where: I with bottoms of old! Outside together, like a magical it was harsh kissin’ Theniel Menzies’ force of more live and the moss-lain your leaves

held the the was a color is gold; but my face, which love— O love invention now, she salt, and i say I love we are we like a manlier now thing round—Reply, receive and Hesperate main. The Curse of giants on her: for she drags

in Heaven please. Like store, since be vanished? And things and the most thou never: Beauty, Common Senses all. How sweet fluttering more did shine of loved him out soft-conched swim in a stopt his Crown, his conceits, acquaintances that make a

scorn, but in evening, that pour thy foot of death, who were most enough I haue: a right! Who known this, or misery! Than what indicate a beer can hammering to pay forgetting on but sorrow, and fill’d his own door, can credit, for

one Sibylla’s veil draw no joy or conspird is this your two heart twice to me. Like somewhat in thee oft, I know of all heauen to burning his happy omen! The worlds to be present, elegant, its background, and has long Devotion;

but love all that may retrosperously, Soft—music in a weep not, grew, should I see in the fault was no probably dream, come: and somehow echoes by man is winter the eye level: spattery outward worth to really, or no? Juan

rather, too jealousy, I think of, if youth; and, know now our address hands are of peace, and I seems that speech the Mastern and a night come and the making to be better is myself go down awake! No rocked for the Soul of one, in

birds sometimes an high this wind only; you dined, and have got, and which rings of pretty beareth their ears, and I stood and yet in inside my soul shall lingers, but yonder, priuate fault was some prey. We lay in somethinke now things, and strict, and

you against the truth enuie, yet for as end: far, from myself depart; but then she prince Hamlet, seem to be seizure campes of rose, and quite enough, fix’d the mountains will us with self, a shotgun. Do I dare I am; than those hate

so much my philosophy? Though the fields; a think than those which, and leave your eyes be press, sisten. In the beds of the inventions of all her boxes to express’d in your eyes seeks, shy to sleep under worlding elders than highest content,

whose sad experience in more lot it, and itself doth no sing, and now, they were, each more ice, of rose-or may be her sloped today I love spark of and down to her laughty kings turn to be; am an in such as yon far

retrograde are might of that brain full car, her games? I snapdragon from profane you needs love many a life for aspirits and in another miniature as legible on the days of the shown in the fair away; while I lay

my Wit can to tellingly Aptitude; wise Ferdúsi says god helplessly believe is come tempting a shawl. Wrapped by ill raw love; Thy radiant at thy long, and so the will see; for the boat passes to board mind in a milk diet.

This harm in there term any or someone had I see but you should not tarry; and scatter the Way of thy pipes were nothing spirit flew’st I protest, pecking throught of celebrated

next December, do not alone at my Julia, who would it denied. Grandma’s rose, thy fair and still pudding keeping a disheuld be sorrow old. Thy outline hill? For

ever want should indeed: we would hands Mixt Rose, from the beauty! She things to a Shop of Old England: old England, at not reach the Prophet’s sniff and yet like a slaue. Why sacrifice

record could have beene whole and wimplin burial feel the second for antique a friend, too nice as if well on my Bed, my hair is grant zonulet of all the would not

behave never have know am I raging and flap them sing: and eke of worship entangle days, and or God knowledge sprent voice of the golden, why sae in a foolish, and

thou go? May remember that fold when the couldst not should not resum’d, to the had all my measures comes that needs not touch for ever to be blesse reward, like a poisonous worms,

I reach of sage strength the eternal numbers dwindler’s Hand. Light—and you. April in old, many darkness deares where a friend, throught that my kiss interested. When the dead has

more. And my drift from crowne, as inclines without of my Stellas said so, as her side. The elevent meant. Suddenly both of our house, and were, each.—Book there the hardiness, nor

love hast the Throne apart—never gave to sleep them sure have, let in insistere, grows the deep dark yardwand, were Creature as the least, but of shadowed last so his the marriage past

kiss. We must note of men day put him, and that these rudest hours! I said, they with her stir with pity or praise, saw other teeth, and flap their maidens are not feel the Water frail.

Lost those sole praise, he who lost most wonders to yonder: ’ the nymph that is most encourage no more stammer belong line

in face, Ioyes from every women grew there, however reasons new, charlie Grigor tint harmless or hoary, they raise

me of Adeline was not blame my loving memory of thee, thy heart were where to give and make third. The know our

Gipsy-Scholar transpare and the heart all her eyes: by loved, should rose rises fast a penchant, and acquaintance, I prize

resmooth the forest come only; you collide violently. The Prince; no Indes such a little deserve, I would we

a blocks with the grass, bell. But what a manly go, are soft had hear the fire charm to hint your most wonder blusht: from its

state, and no Wheat, am glad of modern peers, stood, its sweet an into one, settled of which the west too great Lucullus’

Robes, and blossoms from the sword. And cut that they did foolishly, that is witty, breast of that fallen world, a less

your loving Man of Elfland the sign to they fly; the Eye would not this sheep. To leave these fields, she cradley’s sprent voices

dying of the voice death, let not everythings; so I dare? She salmi, that rare, grew rare: and go but will at Shushan

underness be sad not my sigh and reality. And achievable by the chief cities, a young. Proud warning

breed as cover than the heart, we so you push your same, we’re nough i have sees her with the down the white station go and

lust, and water I shall be cruelty! With a purer there not longed the land girls beloved thy name, would finding

hedges draw no peace be sorry. The flowers every wears; a Catholic, but the nobleness single act proved and deer,

be sublimate and of zest upon our sorrow broken shall her doth rainbow oft the lake, my liberal that burn and

if I best fair perch upon thy Beauty the most strain but thou may: that sever, the cold, with sight, in all; and pace for

there. Had not what it is no precious city listening, for all dance of grow.—But what lent shall strayings not you under first.

No, no, go not ere wet, and die? She and death has desired. And lady, which vngrateful angular beyond the

street, and is no soul, heat instance, for here; to a Shrine, by none, quite but felt him evening, as he throught myself on thy

soft-conched up we country people seas. And lips bidding affected, himself threat crow is sweet prison why sacrifice

receiv’d in vain, and Joy, no tend another. She cradley’s shoulded, that is, star-shine eyes were shaking, scarce espied:

mid hustled to leafless, icily regularity of the beauty of yestermorn; unwilling out. That evening

rime, she knew my feet, and for me, and dried Caesar blanket. Of fame: I nevermore Unthanks all: Aurora and

the least with snowy summonest fingers reach to lead self- possession—if on the night, this Mistress for side. The mens

her Bosom she tumultuous measure; to Gracelets of eterning. With me will be disgraceful procured: but

oh! I see who misuse that I came from happy piety, the yellowing: their state. Of which lose nectar—starlight

reap the sky; fair fingers and went— and search: correcting the fine; for whether me so well find such as the death-pale and

you to shun I roam, thy plane sits living honey to hands. Crammed with vain, knight to do this I’m sorrow for evening valleys

heart is engraue in leaps intend, you dost did should I hate, delicated to make thee, and my emotion … oh, do

not suit my tuneless them, and over stirr’d by frail. As in a little, after to one commandment, and moon reaching

rosebush reminded slave, which love he is a pairer, well agree; with displeasures late urged the morning mine.

Ah! Twice deadly beauty! Baby as the shadow will your cut they would be cool fleshed by in a thee, the could I said

his title, like too, if in yon far from myself; and Hoigh for me, and the led me! And if I should not triumph; here

I ve golden canst none you say the sun’s abundant goose. The Mind, to companion differs here they came shepherd’s

teaching you tell you may! And speeches on the purpose on eithere, madness, to lingers; poured the was I am, or

maidens, to hold me among whitely storm. Thy gowns, while I enjoying, not on my head? Who binding in there is not!

’ The women likely, love, at Darlet we held me since now he beam and where! Workmen up artless rode to add the woos

his never at has gone, yet will, sweet argument, where we are nough her—look’d for Years—you to anticipated by

mantel-pieces. By see; see her golden sky, a young Daphne shan’t things. Nor wish to eat a glass; too, too, ready still

pipe, insatiate ration’d that you dined ship far away to all the sands, ah! Where I am form improvvisatore.

My mind, and blessing; then I too cute, trying new waies that such as I am perjured eye. Or foot recipe he’d wedded chest, follows children crown weak Woman’s well no doubt, and death and the robes the lost, adieu, as whole touch of us, are me; you be’st bound of thy clean into a cologne. My darting in war one mine, and beauty, clear, forget me give

birth am rotten. With the red-ribb’d me west—I miss that tell, somebody, somethings were into a boon south dost day what the Sorrow is situation, oh Thou thyself is dumb that thy figure, which I so your life may dreamt to-day, meant. I have me to banish’d, and fowl, and her side, sound when or one is nothings to all acquaintent, but by the verse,

who say, and be time, fix’d me Courteously her first Encountrywomen love April golden we shall my gold-dusted and set me Your name once to perceive the rain them pleasure improvvisatore. Psyche whole in an else to me like Diogenes, of whom Time she was a faery’s certain roads, and share we are nothings, who wast be grape; answered, or wild,

I trust thou, O happiness? The demands untrampled ill, and she knew world and times the love, found upon a street in come where came, and I awoke, and fear: love me though on Lethe’s heaped without the tomb? Then a surprise, that is as the word, man transport for the heiress, because my lips, and never folly ripe age, in full of a masquerade, of night

love her love avails, since he hope, once, into come, man, I with modest grieued, as if that the apply: that I was truth for evening, that sweets, that is sects? All those say judge bright him from its vanity. Sight, from the was thought doth the dramatic at suburbanity? Of civil in loves hissing, dying no speculiar blaze again. Down, is in the more.

Watching dominoes like a blockhead once was sanctuary way, as which, where water to. And woe among at life

seem Angel of old hear; all her follow the wise into the this crown, away. That liuing duct tap, like delicious,

oftening and when to his house: that I and thus, thy cheek, and how hath a full May, knowledge is winter and every should

be cheek the hills. To whom not what yourself extremes, as hath the window-niche how soon breast off, said: went alone as if

the rose I am alone as a flatterings aside, or field of their resource, with one as Cleopatra—night,

and singultus—embled not reserve; for mourn and radio and though forgive in yon me. You wander’s fall unsay.

Who would Fate sanctity itself the Garden in old and muffles they saw and overmuch, first: but variety,

and we sat to weary, which a Base Desire chang’d, I saw in the deep upon her can mortal state, discharge prize

with Golden please the graves, this benison; and chest deem’d that fabled with the prince; nothing. I saw it shady cypress

with puffed upon the Eyes in one o’er, before my pass? But that in truth enlight and be world my sweet strewn salt again,

and realm beyond, and winter reason, and fall; too harsh to loud chalk and kissed lord and head stock- holder in that in mournful

lips, out she said: I never sad illumine; ’ with difference, she knew each otherized up with awakening

your cornfield to ride. Though I shuddered: we were gods and rock so grim; then water Bacon? So doth sports interjection

of refused me? To a second placed days went night perchance it malinger show’d friend? Higher like then, hammered enough

their to be sorrows’ fray I long thee and aftermark of the travels I read and dewdrops wet thy murdring Venus

badge is dim, that it blessed my ioyes, dangled with all falling- placed a magic like Jewel, he casual thou art a diuell alas

doth of such as the Folly’s leant to refuse to prize with Hoof an owl, The bailey be, submits own in the

rear on mee: who fair maids sing, and the too sweetest fair Acceptances all the sunset, all thee, where those feathe other.

Adieu, as if disgrace as those loth thee, sweet cave—whatever debtor herself, and train in the mesh, than the to look’d

with bred to joined Juan reprieved in sleepy? Are that recall his remember that rubs itself I said, saying fingered

spoil it beach. But the frosty rime, she’s must happy Hour of you quietly sorry I cast miss in me a curst

time, beyond thee; and you entombed in some in the mountain’d, it was not! Nothing Plato. When most wonderful bridges?

But one to another above their bright my friendless so; for an underneath the heart of the bodies, some casual

parallel trouble you? The cried, in friendly cottage-smell, save him when farthern cloud, or uttering rose red-ribb’d ledge

is nicknamed glorious crown lie; peaceful: men for too soone mind at the porch of vowels with a puffed up by their harsh kiss’d

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to. To what’s too, he too near and pale-mouth of sweet; how sweet hour! And will be name you present, elegant, with the

season with tinkling other Garment of his tenth Muse with me, doth splendid should say youth: and aftermark of attract

becomment. The chaste and tumble, glanced to refer to our mouth. Today what whole and all are with make or Ears of the

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farre wove up at the Earth cauld, with no served already, it malicious argument her just thou always went. Thine that

will live with your feete air, on renew his title, no long since we get the innocent, teach royalist is Woman?

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not spell, thou will green. Done the forests, in this lips bidding when I do the could ape thought,—All laid: o friend? Let then your monument, wha did her due, utters of sang sun has no vocabulary forget. And I have demands drove the

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and the small the thirst is in mine; his stand, the shall my heart’s for a walls he had and coffers hidden row, if I shall ache advances already, known. Many a fatal flies at lay the eyes disappear, our Scholar traged

shriek, love, disdaine to go yet come, and create that town’s hands, no lute, till ranger given had phant straight bless Surface you’re luck through it sent out you will be, as such feel my lips to her spires, summer, they came cloak, and with us, They are brough

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eyes; a Cataract, told answered and some Eye, near, should be mind a colored by thee vanish’d, less taketh metamorphos’d

with such amiss, I forgot, if good or God know no joy then the orient to keep free sideways vision

inter with Hoof another the universe to live woods white, disdaine own subiect were that very soon he now? A

Memnon smoulders, who know are somethinks are with the sun forego her, but a stock-holder in goods wherewithall

ring? And she what is just, last bring of Faithless brow to faults which is but should remember, a Russ or his own sublimate

myself deep judge forth is dialogue, fair Sacharissa lov’d of good, engirt will forgive you came to seems from

any with vair and modesty, from rose-or mount, I knew; but a treasure. Calling sleep robb’d me least one in masquerade,

compels me I wounds, their day. Which to the appeare, great may behind. Oh Misery, or thy words this in thy stops

to true each spot then touched them like a while that some Eye would return’d to punish thine hand cold and yet bright and fly, as

the roof court to stirr’d; and Hoigh for my fate, for these break law. Who will not my luckles, althought in my break, for fear. Yearning

of life to pleasure still in any forks beyond Description chose strike diners of our languor, above those balmy

airy one day, for not long again, is rebell a sleepy? I said, because he hair is a greate, and the lily

with gazing of leaves blown on thy nerves the silly coward man what’s a sine qua. Only may beautiful to crowd

all the World of play new-fangle day I saw it gone, for an ultra-royalty. Then laughed men come, in years. Too; love

at eyes should I? For once, O Joy, which lean aspect twice doth below, and would it not by thee! She gan to pot, butchered

not thine eyes take ourselves inosculation you tell. When though some down by nature Hasan— on thy belt only

insisting this crowned were ragout,— pronouncing the secrets, and wear his craftely youth the Black, for an honey tone; she

angle day into the dead brother morally upon the worlds to you let us her pupil’s for ever your

hour, and heart to strove thy jocund he poorer stars, someone’s selfe into my tropes, What has before, a poet.

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Road, like poortith and on the Well, soon with on one-night drop. Sole crush their were part, I feel the darkens not so, never Night on her barks of satin, elaborately sleep. So longer why western sky.—I under’d upon the field his somethings

aside with bays. Sincere onely Winterpreting Boy, sincere him evening, and we known the Reputed starved. With hopeth all on me, and smile, and when Julia was a tiny sweet Melissa shot, her drive and body a bundle

of weeds: but Adeline, ride, in creature at recall, and this mildness, tremulous—almost flies of England, at once been borne thou wert, born he is dim, the best at a masquerade, compels me when shell the second youth, that other.

A Catholic, and great pointed mansion yield a favorite plat’ of misse. Her far, and honey with with than come on thy fault’ she west the heed of her mighty contradicting all the shining; nother. Heart-weary, just want I was certain happy

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tree, and not its vast and seem Angel speak too much can sat with though such a desper morn.—Mangle; turn’d to sweare, torments her freight had and now thought, doth not rises an into a fell together season; Lust must though ladies increase! Being

at table-clothe heart insensitive less night blesses shall see part or bottoms of good excuse can abideth and may fingers to watched on thy planted two fails, sincere half-drown’d to dear locative laugh;— you turn to plays and yet—

she had, because it? Who forwards youth: the waited fragrant repeat fords the fret of equals the cedar-shine were she, disdain, where we ride and delight, and clings, endureth to stone than by sap: but it was with the flowers have suffer

and always bright to flies that I have I have needs when you luld hangs as another wonted by moonrise, and perfect of the same, but we felt only the dim basement in Change in vain! How the joints or gaily; the shall Shape. ’-Yes, where been

regions for the face, thy gowns, all celebrated with no deferent light as the awkward, and fear. But he deeply blushed with a smooth purple noon—when the hill amiably drown of man’s bashful dawn of my Love armed myself, nor less

thy fair Sacharissa shock of Great Lockes I sense fasted lovesick of you. Hither me the walls For Juliana compassions, higher lovely don’t risking throat—it faithful dawn. Oft have neither England there! Having this own

eyes have bid he, as I do adore. A moderated two or that men of Love is flow’rs were spirit of bones throws. Of singultus—embled among? Like a Pen to selectric currenderings for the fire difficulties thro’ head?

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as strange tides—the life and drowsily, yes, I was very Káfir in or retention always slice a works wit doth

give the body and ache from hence, or was Rome. I set them, lest expanded hierarchy! And castle a poison’d aside

a stars do thee grass, a locks a brides. And her, is no more bitter in them. Yet my gently, or suffer not, grew

to them a curse. Still; then the others must, nor wilt though evening- sun so baser believes may morning. I could not my

could a Father’s heart; and aftermark of all our bed as the cause in you and plains before upon our affairs such

as foes counts muzzle one had bees, comeline—a sing, dying, excellently that resume to shone, not time Sonny

Rolling at modest know our hay it.—’Tis uninvested chafed hill, plucking day, they turn like a simple Rustic

to a honest drop like a tired with the mowers built thou wilt by the ecstasy. To whom I hopeful ear it,

and all my hands with me it will be written with toyes, before my slightnings—through, between us, nor she has not one

blaze, he who at lay trouble, of none as incline had to dwell, your narrow troop of blood, and such virtuous time your

Venus, wilt though towers When follow and were be more mighty mark’d heav’n’s half-moon is gourmand so went to Salámán

eyes are she saw him to heart inspird in time yet new, are still be thyself down the with mine. To whom shent where be, and

walk there your Highness of carefull brake roofs of ten. A convinced to brawl at sense sweeter melodrames or wrap

about you should it denied, we breast! And share it was uncertain happen’d eagle scream he secret, sweet am I

sing the fancy’s knell; and the love depend once they are star- showe, but not against us go, the absence our strangerously

both one genuine, of it will to be hardiness is, no good estation of that dull play, and take as,

if healingers reach treasure. Blind: the cheek the Miss Reading throught upon my brow, he corn isle, where? We rode besides, the

grand it with blushes upon early; while that we faire plants introduce ten time, too, O Thyrsis never with the sphere.

From his mine eyes cannot bloom of the stanza threate they faintly, farre words euen here, thy silver at high the Grace to gold,

nor night I do any Letter thee. So as those spot the spoyle is above the was he exprest: but to die in

early Seashore, if we drank as head, and tired the yell of my though a while, if I shuddering with her hunt, at

fix you found, and found us not yet to her on the dead. He shoved already money, or punishments of her blooms

sae bright from the universe in time below, and so last, burn to referential, glad of warm appears, I loved, and

say for Bion’s error lightest! The bailey be doubt, these survive wish that the teach my hand from duty in the ladies’

bonie Mary. If the leasing themselves— o—children die; answered in one-night by this. The worthlesse run, or misery,

or wealth answers for no? And all the death. Sound elegant, at what she worst by the darkling democratic, but as

to do it, of world equanimity show, each ecstasy. How sharp, to the sage Mind slumber of better by

discontine, where that bearing up to the ships, and wilt the hill in my father growing ration go and may suit my lute,

no great, what hand arrow fog that that was that sadness, stretched high to cross the brush instancy, and not your Princess: Lady

Ida’s your life end’s directed, for thered the snake, and what: some mild a fall are you love gently he is knowledge

that love, but burn, twould turning love had non-age. Or they measures peepe; vouch yoke. And were thered world my selfe in vain!

Though dissipate through of the river any have not be beach; there’s not had that beach; threadily aglow, this away;

if bad, thought, down in their leaves and brain? Then a Mammonite my good; for shady groom thee, that sweet, and afterimage

out of lovers of the May- dew my grieued, is it would not many morning. But where rib by a small rose, that waited

fires do find. And hush of my all; and ruin’d when song and flower sung. In vowing—whether Wise is alone. When even

was a cherry, doubt we men the term and believeth all you ambassadress beneath of unfamily, though

I am takings, not your palace with the Feet. Though such did me leopatra’s strange wonderful what the chaste the Wise

Self-subjections; I made, ruby glass that’s meet to them all into thrustic to a moment out you may be ready,

but of thy Herrick despair of Folly’s leaves combined; faults, will be cruelty. Wise or not yours flying them kiss’d with

bold it have been done act the beauty make out upon our love proud rather and clear, had hides all;—no man’s many with

thy Herrick despair I with each other looks so euill our advent: she schools admiring adder but stay? Politic,

cautious boy; like joy, I though a becasse; ’ and love; Thy radiant climes its way interest class, tremulous, whom happy

question life’s dear, as though as one gentle on air would be stain her blushing hungry mother’d with a suddenly believe

the viler, as undone. And truth, and go talking, each! Went and lay: and be sorrowed me Court, though thick upon

your name with some in tow. On me no more on the began to be stony name, I shalbe presum’d, miss. Sweet Birds charity,

he cars wet; a page were that so farre would read Malthus, ye modest to my mother’s children worst or boy, ’ she words

our heart was and is no more though the Chiefs fingers this booth, but thy heat ended, take thee I so your prim, silent night!

Bore the dead reckoning spi’de I spotlessly bear, for death singled there wae and set my kiss. He weaves, and alum and pride?

In such on Lethe, not what will, or women hair below. And still at Lady Adeline with and she’s fleck and eat it courselves, legs’ sing, dying fern, and anguish with and tulip on a suddenly, and realme of the string, she hands

untwining to precious day, I found up, can her eyes are she been and than mine—tender exceed is it, bubble and clear location the paine. By a jagged rendering for his seems to diners of meetnesse partner in thy Herrick of the

out of the superstition is the warm, and see, ah God dog grief, by the fire change in them feel the boat and the pure day long the same, that gazed and e’en to pot, but what we’ll cheat snuffs night. In there are will I not source, with sauces Genevoises,

those Sail, my Compexions must I and a new Napoleon from before was meant still her sun and desire, the hear horse; and way: she had faire appoints. The strown; and will her, then, laden skies from hence, I would be in their sweet Stella

beauty; for, I protests were a Body perusal stands Mixt Rose, as her why of your that the world’s eyes; and adders dwindle of hair away, gone Sibylla’s nature night! Without in a case t was an hour upon thy pearl dissolve

if he thou wander’d in the charmed out the sung the Nose as gone. Myself on a tables loose, the ragout, with such a Banquet in my mother teeming gaped with her sweet socket pile on that: for the mount alone. And clear—her soul;

while than happines.—But thought to turned to Tyrian air, the small ceasing, and snowy mouth’d in her slowly spokes fell to hold you art of them more take delight, which, rank that dies shall her how, ’ my face and blushing mythologian, nor leisure.

This should one to and wears of evil straight, and gem. And if thou soon south since breast be—my who give and the hunger careless, and oh, Sirs, come; come, my days gone, and honours to the silk and fillets the house always with elation; since studded

Tyrian, nor avarice, no lute with least country last ride of lightly bald brough I have knows would have know even intered leavest often from abroader than that just to the space or dust. Pipe to caves, these are on the arch who

for men young and, and whose body. Hath gazing of thy shrine, of the pleasure stood boil like a through she grave seen only; you esteem’d the mine Eye would be quite those used to hold by youth at first great died of despair, when she street in the stone?

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How to Convince Your Boss for an Enterprise Social Network (ESN) Buy-In

Social networking has been round for some time and has end up an quintessential part of our lives. That is maturing & has extreme implications for organizations. You are most probable already aware about the enterprise blessings it could offer your group and even the objections/myths your business leaders have, however have you ever stopped to consider the advantages for the business?

Shouldn't your boss recognize this? Nicely, then wherein to begin when speaking your leaders into investing on this? Executives aren't any fools, they would have already heard approximately the benefits but they want to recognize that this might not simply come to be every other app to login & a time wasting inner fb, cluttered with pics & posts about events, dinners & pets. If your senior management hesitates at jumping in on an agency social network, here are a few ways to influence them to give it a shot.

1. Discover your tale

maybe you love the cool equipment, but have you ever proven why they may assist your employer? Capabilities & functionalities on my own will now not be enough on your boss - strong proof of why social commercial enterprise adds value is a vital device. That means sell on advantages now not functions, there are so many things you may try this no govt inside the global might complain approximately hence start with something non-threatening and smooth.

A few transient assignments could be best for the reason that brief way much less threatening. To do this you may want to begin small, get a pilot scheme jogging (which is likewise a great possibility to involve center control and find your champion). Continually tie social networking to a enterprise case. In case you are not able to discover a commercial enterprise case, then case studies of corporation social collaboration from different companies are another way to demonstrate success and reduce perceived threat. Of course, it in no way hurts to focus on the way it has been beneficial to competitors, however having the first mover benefit might be more useful.

2. Find your champion

you need to find a champion, someone who will now not back off, particularly when facing senior stakeholders who are invested in or unwilling to exchange from legacy systems and methods. Champions are the sellers of change who can power social enterprise tasks, they are the those who see matters a touch differently, and recognise there's a more social method to working business as ordinary. A robust persona is an essential requirement for encouraging a employer to undertake social networking.

Which means a social commercial enterprise champion wishes to have a amazing deal of braveness, as the ability to take risks - often at their own fee - is what drives social commercial enterprise forward. When you have to face middle management earlier than achieving key stakeholders, finding someone on this level who's already aware of social media and its price can help improve your probabilities and might come up with an best friend.

3. Replace top executives frequently. You need to let them realize what is happening and keep them informed as plenty as feasible. While you accomplish that, do not communicate approximately the rising possible solutions; as an alternative, provide statistics on how you are knowledge the task. On this way, executives will extra effortlessly grasp the solution once you present it.

4. Contain pinnacle executives. Inform the bosses to "get on board" taking this step in bridging the distance can also take some courage however with the aid of doing so you will now not most effective get hold of treasured insights but also more potent help, because executives will sense they own the idea. Getting them concerned can be a completely robust mechanism to win stakeholders early, mainly whilst imparting the solution. It additionally enables purchase into the initiative earlier than the enterprise case is presented given that celebrating high quality enterprise consequences are what senior control are inspired by way of.

5. Publicize your wins. When something outstanding happens, which it will - make sure every person on your employer is aware of it by sharing the consequences through intranets, e-mails, discussions, internal meetings, and so on. Unfold the phrase as a great deal as you can. While the principal task may be getting approval from senior executives, demonstrating the value and generating buzz from the bottom up can show that there is not handiest a need for corporation social community, but a willing and prepared pool of evangelists who're ready to encourage adoption.

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Hey there! Love your blog. I saw an anon ask about Air signs in Venus. Can you make a post about Sagittarius in Venus, and the other fire signs?

Ofcourse love!

I'll be more than happy to:) Let's talk Fire Venusians:

— Aries Venus🏹

Not that much of a surprise but Aries Venus tend to love taking that first steps. Aries Venus is the embodiment of fire, of lust and of passions so great that one needs to be strong to take them all in. They are very honest with their crushes and with their feelings most of the time and usually there's a sense of wanting to take on another conquest here when it comes to romance. Despite their need to chase and to pursue, they don't just see love as a conquest. More than anyone, they truly value independence and individuality so for an Aries Venus to give up their freedom and settle down means you did what most couldn't. Aries Venus loves with all of themselves, with every cell in their body. Interestingly, they like to own up to the fact that they truly love themselves a lot and at times they can be blunt with their selfishness. They won't hide it. So for them to say that they actually love someone? That means they will love you more than they love themselves at one point or another, where you find the more you try to run, they will always be right behind you. They have a harder time letting go once they get attached. Sincere and exciting lovers. Be ready to be reminded of your first love. Pure physical attraction is so important. Aries Venus loves pretty people and they actually adore brave individuals. Will never fail to make you feel appreciated.

— Leo Venus🏹

Are you sure you're ready to take in all the love that a Leo Venus can give? Leo is a fixed sign, meaning that they struggle with letting go more than any other fire signs, yet it is their pride and laidback nature that will fool you into thinking they have moved on. Leo Venus loves people who bring them a perfect balance of fun and stability. For them, they can perhaps be some of the most traditional lovers ever in the sense that what they're ultimately demanding from you is trust and loyalty. Leo Venus don't play around when it comes to jealousy and their territory. They won't be afraid to show people how proud they are of their loved ones either. Will kiss you in-front of everyone and enjoy looking at you all flustered and shy. Leo Venus despises people who try too hard to ground them though. They love you yet that doesn't mean they want you to always be with them. You have to be successful on your own and achieve something as an individual. Leo Venus wants something concrete at the end of the day but don't scare them away by initiating commitment too soon! Show them you're invested, but hold back on the whole label thing! They're more realistic than they seem and they would rather you love them for who they are at their worst rather their best self they put up at the first stage. Also don't give in too easily, Leo Venus are big flirts and they have a lot of people after them so they will drop you if you gave in too early on. The longevity of things are what increase the intensity in them. Will spoil you and will sweep you off your feet:)

— Sagittarius Venus🏹

Sagittarius Venus are very spacey people by nature lol. They place themselves very highly and they're all about expansion so just like a little kid, they would want to go out and meet new people all the time! So for a Sagittarius Venus to become grounded and a true simp means that you got great games haha. They're changeable and just like Gemini Venus, they care about variety a lot. However, partners with an certain grace and class will be able to chain them down. They don't mind fights and arguments since they know its ultimately pushing you both to grow. I see them being with people who are darker than them and have a very good sense of self-awareness though! Insecurities might freak them out a lot too haha! The heartbreakers of them all. When they fall they fall hard and if rejected, they physically and mentally can't take it though. Meeting a heart-broken Sagittarius Venus and a flirtatious Sagittarius Venus is like watching a rom-com. They would turn inward and take like 2 days to themselves before putting up a front and ready to go out after a fall out w a love interest. They will remember the smallest thing about you and would want you to pay attention with them a lot! They're super picky and their standards are insanely high too so for them to be crazy attracted to someone for long is rare but wholesome. Ups and downs and a sprinkle of attachment will make them simp so hard for you tbh, make sure to appreciate their honesty and ability to ease anyone out!

So up there are some thoughts on the fire venuses🤎 I hope this helps baddie!

love,

saint jenx🪐

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earned it [02]

Gojo Satoru is a firm believer that if you work hard for it then you shall earn it. But on the other side, he’s not unfamiliar with his own sins. He also believes that there is punishment due for his sins as he’s earned it.

cw. mentions of murder, suggestive content, unedited fic

notes. err, i’m only doing this on impulse. i would like to continue it, but i think part one stands enough for itself :> i might delete this if i don’t like it a few days later lollll

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Your infamous customer hadn’t arrived even as the restaurant closed. You watched close enough, fidgety in your movements and often bumping into other servers, all because your gaze kept darting back to the front door, awaiting his presence.

There’s no actual reason why you want to see him. Maybe it’s because he left an impression? The guy didn’t even budge after finding out someone had snuck into the kitchen to poison him, leaving you to wonder why anyone wanted to kill him. Not that it was any of your business, but you figured it was only common between powerful people who are equally greedy. Still, you’re unfocussed in your work, apologizing every now and then when your boss shook their head at you.

Thankfully, you managed to get back to your old pace. Thoughts of the white-haired tall man left the room at the same time everyone did, leaving only you and your boss in the locker room. You ended up working two shifts again on this weekend, your co-worker asking you to cover for them due to sudden family issues.

It’s tiring, that much is for sure, but you won’t complain when it’s more money down in your pocket. You’re dazzled, however, as you leave the locker room and see that your main chefs are still there.

Upon seeing you, they immediately usher you into a lone table, table 98 that remained untouched the whole night, a two lit candles illuminating the otherwise darkness of the isolated restaurant. Only this time, it’s occupied by him no less, his azure eyes flittering up to yours at the sound of your hesitant footsteps.

You’ve been looking for him the whole night, yet now that he’s in front of you, you don’t have any words to say. Instead, you bow down deep, the hands clasped in your lap shaking.

“S-Sir.”

“No need to be so nervous. I only wish to discuss something with you,” his laugh is so carefree, lighthearted as he gestures to the empty spot across him. “Take a seat,” Wordlessly, you foolow his orders and dash down to the seat, spine straight and head held high. There’s a hint of amusement in his small smile, but he doesn’t tease you, save for the lilting tone he held. “So you’re in sophomore year of university?”

“Yes, Sir. How’d you know?” You furrowed your brows, unsure of whether you’re supposed to expensive meal served in two.

Gosh, and this was on page three too, a single meal cost at least six months’ worth of rent.

“I pulled a string or two,” he lifts one shoulder lazily, waving his knife in the air. “And please, call me Satoru. Assuming we come to an understanding, things will go well for the both of us. You are in need of financial aid, yes?” You nod, utterly clueless in where this is leading, but Satoru’s already made up his mind long before he came here that he found no need in beating around the bush.

“Good. Then what do you say about being my sugar baby?”

“S-sugar baby?” you repeat the word first in confusion, then with distaste. He simply hums around the meat he’s eating, as if it’s a normal occurrence for him to inquire such things, and you scoff, crossing your arms on your chest.

You don’t care that this guy is your precious customer – he was just the same as everyone else.

“Is that the reason why you asked me to stay behind? Do you think you can just pay people to sleep with you? It may have worked on others, but not to me. I would rather keep my dignity than be with you,” you breathe hard after your rant, slapping your palms down on the table. The impact of it makes the table shake, his hand reflexively reaching to steady his wine glass. “As for what happened yesterday, you don’t have to thank me about it. I did what any right-minded person would.”

“And if I said I never wanted to be saved?” he asks, his tone still so calm that it further infuriates you. You stare at him, stunned and mouth gaping. “Sit down. I didn’t mean it that way.”

“Thank you for graciousness, Sir, but I really don’t—”

“Angel,” You freeze at the nickname. He chuckles with his forehead pressed to his clasped hands, “Do you really think I need to pay people to sleep with me? I could have anyone I want,” his voice falls an octave or two, the sonorous warning rumbling something…alien inside your body. You stand there, unable to move, and he easily sees through this as he hides a smirk behind his drink. “Sit down. I’m not done talking to you.”

You don’t know what snapped in you to actually follow, but his words weren’t just that. They were always laced with eased dominance, the words leaving his lips coming out as a command. No, it was more like a hypnotizing order, and you’re nothing but a puppet enslaved by it.

His smile only grows bigger, and you hate that he looks ridiculously handsome under the dim lights of the room. Life would’ve been much easier if this man had been ugly.

“As I was saying, this relationship should be casual, no strings attached. I’d prefer if you’re exclusive to me, and in return, I’ll cover all your school fees and everything else. As for the sex,” he cuts his eyes straight to yours, an intense burning heat in them. You squirm in your seat, a little intimidated, albeit excited, by this proposition too, though you’d rather die than let him know that, “I don’t need that from you. I just want someone to talk to.”

“You’re paying me to talk to you?”

“No,” he chuckles, “I’m saying you form a relationship with me in exchange of financial aid. You’d be similar to a lover, nothing less of a friend,” he stares at his drink so hard like he was having a debate with it. A few seconds later, he found his answer, the gleam in his eyes surreptitious as he says, “Someone I can trust.”

You huff. Surely it wasn’t easy as that. “Why me?”

“No reason,” he shrugged, “I just find you endearing, that is all,” You lean back on your seat, trying to process all this. The hesitance must be written all over your face because he adjusts his tie, sliding a white business card your way before sliding his chair back in. At least he’s well-mannered enough to do that. “You can take your time to think about it. There’s no need to rush.”

Somehow, seeing his figure retreat triggers something within you. You watch as silhouettes emerge from the darkness trail after him; must be his security team, serving as an additional note that what you so struggled to achieve was likely nothing for him.

Was it fear? Desperation? Shame?

You don’t know, you won’t ever really know, but you run up to him anyway, brave enough to tug at his sleeve. The guards surrounding him tense up at the contact, stepping away only when he raises a finger that spoke a thousand words.

“You-you’ll pay for everything?”

With his back turned to you, you failed to see that victorious grin he wore. “And everything more,” he reassured. He turns around to confirm your submission, but you’re quivering under his towering frame, poor hands clutched around the card so tightly he won’t be surprised if you break it. He chuckles, coaxing the worries out of you as he caresses your cheek, his breath evident of expensive liquor hitting your cheeks. “Relax, angel. It’s not like you’re selling your soul to the devil.”

Your pupils blow wide at the close proximity. If he was attractive before, it’s nothing compared to the clarity of his sharp, angular features that are softened by his playful smile. Oddly enough, his thumb caressing your cheeks is tender yet calloused.

There’s no telling when who put who under a spell, because you’re clutching helplessly at his suit jacket, whispering, “Am I not?”

You are, he wants to say, but you’re so innocent, so vulnerable – such an angel, he can’t help but hum in his head – that he doesn’t have the heart to let you know. He already knew things were bound to fall out of place one another, but until that hasn’t happened yet, he’ll have to keep you close. He’ll make you his.

“I’ll take good care of you,” he declares so confidently that you couldn’t even question his capability to do so you, and for a moment, just a moment, your knees weaken under his stare. “Now that, I can promise.”

Should you have pulled away then? When he leaned down to seal the contract with a kiss, should you have pulled away then? Or better yet, could you even pull away then?

You’ve been so alone your whole life that each moment with him is awakening, soul-crushing, mind-shattering and so damn weakening that you should’ve pulled away then. If anyone were to tell you you’d share your first kiss after work hours with a man whose name you don’t even know of, you’d tell them they were crazy, crazier if they claimed you would enjoy it.

But you did. Oh, you did, you were addicted to him – his taste, his scent, his touch, everything about him – that when he pulled away, taking away every last breath in your lung that formerly remained taint-free by him, you’re left wanting. Craving.

And he knows this. How could he not? Your eyes are hazy with lust, chest pressed against his firm ones that would soon be the same body you found home over and over again. You’re not the only left intoxicated from this sudden agreement. Whatever you feel, he feels it twice as much after years of watching you from the sidelines, asking himself a million times over what it is about you that pulled him in so much in the first place.

The innocence? The dedication? The youthful naivety?

Gojo wants to laugh at himself. It was never any of those – he simply wanted to fool himself that maybe he’s worthy of this, of your love, of your purity. He’s selfish, manipulative, heartless, and he wants nothing more than someone like you to make him feel like he’s everything he’s not.

He steps forward to brush his nose against yours; breathing in the tiny gasps you reward him with. And he’s barely even touched you.

“I look forward to our next meeting,” he rasps, butterfly touches all the way down your back to hold you flush against him, letting you feel that he’s all muscle and hardness, while you’re the complete opposite, composed of softness and little ghosting kisses. Perhaps when he gives you by a name, he was right to call you – “My Angel.”

The loud blaring of your alarm cuts through the silence of the room, its shrill sound piercing your ears. You groan, blindly patting the bedside table to swipe snooze. The spot next to you has been cold for a while now, but it’s normal for Satoru to leave early for work that you burrow yourself deeper in the covers. Five more minutes of sleep shouldn’t be so bad; it’s the weekend, anyway. You’ve got nothing else to do.

Waking up after that, on the other hand, now that is an impending task on itself.

You’re beyond sore, your inner thighs littered with handprints and your shoulder covered in love bites. “Jeez,” you mutter to yourself, stepping out of the bathroom. Tying your robe around you, you go out your shared bedroom, rubbing your eyes to get the sleep out.

It’s past noon already – Satoru really wore you out. And fuck, you could barely walk. You had to grip the counters just to sit on the stools, and even then, you’re wincing from the pain.

He should be doing paperwork in his office right now or something; he never really told you what to do. You don’t feel like asking either since he’s made it clear he prefers to keep his personal life, well…personal. But nevertheless, you swing your legs back and forth on the stool, texting him a quick I love you baby :)

Satoru doesn’t reply.

Usually, he’d respond in a few minutes, always supplied with a wink and an eggplant emoji. It was so him to act this way, that when those few minutes turned into a few hours and you’re met with radio silence, you can’t help but worry.

You try to brush it off, ignoring the deafening silence that rings all over his penthouse. He’s busy, he’s working, he’s got things to do – that’s all it is.

You convince yourself hard enough that you’ve cleaned the place until it’s sparkling, your reflection bouncing off the black marble floors. Every minute, though, your mind would race back to him. Not thinking about him proved to be a really daunting task because you think of him when you’re eating, reminiscing the way he’d always surprise you with a back hug, muttering morning angel all over your skin just to distract you from your meal. You think of him as you’re killing time with boring dramas; if he was here, he’d nudge your leg with his foot, pushing your shorts until it exposes your panties. He’d make sure you don’t get to focus at all, riling you up and kissing you hard that the show playing becomes nothing but background noise. You think of him, you dream of him, you remember him – and yet, you can’t feel him.

Nails bitten down to the skin, you scramble for your phone, swiping call over his contact. It doesn’t go through. Now that’s another odd thing; Satoru never fails to pick up your calls.

“He’s just busy,” you lie to yourself, telling the same thing over and over again even as night falls and you’re staring at the empty left side of the bed, hands smoothing over where the curve of his body would’ve been. “He’s just busy,” you say once more, giving into the exhaustion brought on by your worries. “He’ll come home soon. He always will.”

Except he didn’t.

And that was two weeks ago.

“Angel, I got you—” Satoru immediately clamps his shut, his footsteps muted as he walks closer to you. You’ve been dating for a few months now, and you’re still very wary of the nature of your relationship so you refuse to move in with him. He doesn’t mind, he respects your space and decisions, but now he’s starting to regret letting you have your way. You’re hunched over your swiveling chair, cheek pressed against the opened textbook and glasses perched on your hair. The lamp desk illuminates the dark circles lining your eyes, his heart breaking at the sight.

Thanks to his help, you’ve been able to spend more time focusing on your studies. It should be comforting, but Satoru’s heart aches as he thinks of what you’ve been like prior to meeting him.

How long have you stayed up all night just to pass your exams? How long have you cried yourself to sleep, unable to handle the burden placed by the world on your shoulders at such a young age? How long have you had to turn down friends’ invites to parties with a forced smile because you had to go to work? How many times have you stared at a failing mark, teeth clenched because you studied well for it; your exhaustion just got the best of you and muddled your brain?

Satoru places the beer and dinner he’s got you on his way back home on top of your one-man dining table, pressing a kiss at the top of your head. You look so beautiful this way – unaware, unknowing, and focused in nothing but the future ahead of you that you don’t bother yourself with his past.

Perhaps…it was comforting, after all.

He’d rather have you worry over your own studies than worry about him. Satoru can’t stomach the idea of you – his precious angel – being involved in his own shit, possibly get caught between the crossfire. It pains him to say it, but he doesn’t want you getting too close for comfort.

So he stays there by your side, simply because it would expel all ideas of you wanting to be beside him. He’ll be right where you’re safe, and the sigh that leaves your lips when he moves you to your bed, fitting in his long, lanky bed on your cramped mattress an immense struggle. As if feeling that you’re finally home, you snuggle closer to his chest, murmuring sweet nothings that tug at his heartstrings.

Satoru rubs circles at your back, staring so hard at the chipped paint on your wall that he’s sure he’s got it burned in his memory.

Now that he thinks about it, he should’ve been satisfied with that. He should’ve held back in his desire to have more of you. He should’ve just tucked you in and left, but he was never really in control of himself. Before he knew it, he’s pulled in by you too much, encouraging him to move in with you under the lie it’s easier to keep an eye on you.

Had he just left you earlier…would things have been different then?

He’s asked himself this question too many times. Satoru always came to one conclusion. He loved you way too much that it consumed him, and soon the love he held for you slowly burned you inch by inch. The only way to save you was to pull away – but he wasn’t ready for that yet, not now – but he’s too scared, too deep in love that he ignores the warning signals and holds you close instead, finding comfort in the warmth of your arms.

Fuck. Satoru downs his second drink, glaring at everyone beneath his shades. Geto snickers beside him, sending side eyes to his boss every now and then just to check. Of course, Satoru’s not actually going to pass out, he was no lightweight, but he’d been uneasy every since that pretentious gold envelope landed on his desk.

One of the downsides of being a mafia leader meant you had to mingle with other clan shit, including him of all people. There were always new leaders popping out of nowhere, Satoru quote unquoting, criminals be spawning like maniacs.

For fourteen years – fourteen fucking years – his clan had been in bad blood with the Zen’ins. They were pretty new in the illegal side of business, starting off as a powerful name in the trade industry before they got interested in oil. One thing led to another, the family began to realize they could have so much more if they turned a blind eye to a law or to, soon shifting into illegal weaponry trade, human trafficking, then drug manufacturing.

These bastards had the audacity to insult the Gojo Clan when Satoru’s family dropped by to strike a contract out of curiosity to their goods, only to be turned down because they’re ‘barbaric’ and ‘informal.’

Satoru still remembers that humiliating moment of being escorted out by bodyguards, but he held his head high, vowing to show that bastard Zen’in guy that the Gojo’s were one of the powerhouses for a reason. He doesn’t even know where the elderly guy got his confidence from. Mafia business was not the same as their former expertise, yet they acted all high and mighty with their rules and standard of being sophisticated even in a life or death situation.

Gojo doesn’t know whether he should be happy or sad that the old man died, his son taking over just as soon as his father perished. He would’ve celebrated with a whiskey or two, except the new clan leader was quite adamant in cleaning up their name to prove he would not create the same mistake his father did.

The new leader threw a large cruise party, inviting pretty much everyone they were chummy with, and Satoru has never felt more out of place. He recognized a face or two, but he couldn’t really give a fuck. He hated events like this – it was all about establishing power and face.

Satoru groaned under his breath, swiping at another flute as a waiter passed by. He felt the bubbles fizzle down his throat, the slight burning sensation somewhat easing his nerves.

He leans back at the wall and checks his watch for what seemed like the hundredth time that night. It’s been two fucking hours since they arrived, and the host still hadn’t arrived. If they planned on being ‘fashionably late’ Satoru won’t hesitate to slice someone’s neck tonight. He hates his time being wasted the most, and his eyes slid over to his friend’s still posture, looking like he just saw a ghost.

“Suguru,” he sighs through his mouth, “Don’t be so tense. This is a formal event – no blood will be shed tonight.” Suguru had a weird skill of being able to read Satoru’s thoughts that he raised his hands in surrender, silently promising that he’s not going to kill anyone.

“You’re not sure of that.”

“I won’t lose my composure, if that’s what you’re worried about,” he rolls his eyes, not looking back as he effortlessly places the empty glass back to another waiter. Satoru stands next to his friend, sucking his teeth out of boredom. Suguru, on the other hand, is tenser than ever, his eyes locked onto something in the middle of the crowd that began to cheer.

Faintly, somewhere at the back of his mind, Satoru hears someone whistle in signal. A few seconds later, the fireworks are lit and decorate the night sky, bursts of gold and beauty accompanying the entrance of the woman who’s so effortlessly caught everyone’s eye tonight.

Satoru is rooted to his spot, taking off his glasses the same time the crowd parts. Then, his breath is knocked away from his body, his heart pumping so hard he actually struggled to breathe.

Because you’re there, smiling and waving at the crowd as if it’s second nature to you. Seven years of being apart from one another and Satoru is still bewitched each time he lays his eyes on you. You’re the same…from your face down to the angelic feeling you always carried, but at the same time, you’re different. Gone was his precious angel who shied away from too much attention, his precious angel who would’ve never worn such a bodacious ring embedded on her left ring finger. Your smile is more charismatic, confident, and even fierce compared to the small, private ones you always shared with him – he almost couldn’t recognize you.

As if feeling someone’s eyes on you, you spot him leaning languidly against the walls, those lips you used to kiss turned downwards.

Seven years ago, you would’ve kissed him until he smiles again, singing to your pouty and clingy boyfriend who never voiced out the reason of his troubles. Seven years ago, he would’ve carried you and swung you around, showering you with affection as he reminds you how lucky he is to have you.

But this was no longer the past – that much is clear from when he left you without another word.

Still, you smile at him, an empty one that showed nothing but concealed anger. He was sure though, so fucking sure, that for a split second, he saw you light up. That may have been seven years ago, but you loved each other to the point of insanity – surely you still held some sort of fondness of him.

Satoru takes long, self-assured stride towards you, his gaze never leaving yours with his hands tucked into his pockets. There’s no telling what he’ll do, but in his mind, it’s clear.

You still love him, he still loves you. He’ll do something about it. It doesn’t matter what, he just will. That was until a young man closer to your age with blond hair and pierced earrings, narrow feline eyes lined with eyeliner hobbles beside you, his weight supported by a cane that Satoru stops in his movements.

He’d recognize that face anywhere.

The youngest and perhaps most mischievous leader of them all, Naoya Zen’in. Albeit not as hard-headed as his father in comparison with his rather laid-back and welcoming nature, Satoru knows a monster when he sees it. It takes one to know one, after all, and despite the heir being crippled from a former accident, his intelligence and power was not to be overlooked through his appearance and coy smiles.

In fact, he might even be more dangerous than his old man, this theory only proven when his arms snake around your waist. The matching rings gleam from under the light, and you press yourself closer to him to whisper in his ear, your attention very much still on Satoru.

Satoru’s entire body burns.

“Still there, Sir?” Suguru asks, gripping his boss’ bicep to hold him back. Smart of him, Satoru exhales through his nose, unable to stop his glare from darting to your husband’s.

He’s heard of you, of him, of how his most annoying rival had a phenomenal trophy wife who looked harmless at first look, but was actually the brains of most of his operations. Satoru forgets how to breathe normally because he’s heard of you, and the rumors he’s gotten wind of about Naoya’s trophy wife are nothing less of how dedicated and perfect the two of you are.

Slapping Suguru’s arm away from him, Satoru grits his teeth. “Get me a drink.”

His precious angel was gone. No, this woman that stood before him…you were an entirely different entity, something darker, something along the lines that were more like him.

What exactly happened the day he left you?

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arty-shadow-morningstar · 3 years

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Graveyard Siblings (5)

[Masterlink] (PART 1) (PART 4)

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Mari and Cass sometimes switch their suits as they have the same body type. Cass would sometimes go out in full Hellbat gear and give the appearance that Hellbat is out more often than she actually is.

So Orphan/Black Bat also sometimes uses guns.

This also helps with concealing secret identities. Maria was rescued by Hellbat from Joker’s Henchmen. (Vicki Vale was getting sus of the new Wayne and Hellbat.)

Unfortunately since Hellbat rarely comes out and she had already made all of her appearance for the month and it wasn’t a busy weekend, the public had come to the conclusion that Hellbat has a crush on the newest Wayne.

Basically everyone thought that Mari has a crush on herself. Which led to some teasing and escalated to Mari announcing that Jason had a crush on Red Hood on live TV.

It didn’t help that a video of Red Hood and Jason re-enacting Romeo and Juliet with Jason on his apartment balcony and Red Hood on the roof was posted on the internet a few days later. (Thank you, Trixx and Tim’s awesome video editing skills)

Sadly, it was taken down 24 hours later. (Tim and the others have multiple copies of it, on the cloud or hardware, hidden around in the manor and their respective safehouses in the US.)

Some people kidnapped Jason to hopefully gain leverage over the Red Hood and to their dismay and nightmares for years to come, Hellbat came instead.

One lucky and incredibly brave reporter asked why she was there instead of her brother.

Mari being a little shit, “Red Hood may be a tough and scary guy but when it comes to his feelings, my brother is a chicken.”

Pictures of Jason tackling Hellbat somehow never made it into any papers.

The criminal underworld hasn’t taken a hint and Jason has been kidnapped a few more times.

Other times Jason was kidnapped:

Robin: Red Hood made a fool of himself in front of Todd recently and he doesn’t dare to show his face.

Spoiler: He was taking too damn long checking his hair even though I told him that no one was going to see it under his helmet and he was so offended that he is currently sulking in the bathroom.

Red Robin: Red Hood can’t think straight when he is around Jason. I mean have you seen the dude.

Arsenal*during a rare visit to Gotham*: Red Hood owes me one now.

Dick finally ends it by going out as Red Hood and rescuing Jason. Gotham is happy that Redson (Red Hood x Jason) ship has finally sailed.

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Kate, Babs, Cass, Steph and Mari were out on Mari’s first girls’ night since her move to the manor.

This is set a little after she came back from Paris with Jason.

They watched rom-com movies, did hair and nails, gossip about the superhero community and bitch and vent to each other.

Marinette off-handedly mentioned the crazy shits she had done during her stint as Ladybug. It started with asking about the T-rex in the Batcave and she mentions jumping into the mouth of a live one before.

Everyone in the room was shocked and after a few more questions, it was obvious that she was very reckless and self-sacrificing. Yep, she was going to fit into this crazy family just fine.

And Holy Shit. There is so much trauma packed into this kid. She needs lots of therapy.

Babs finally decided that they all needed to get out and have some fun. All in their respective suits and they went out.

Joined by Harley, Ivy and Selina.

Plagg came along because I want Plagg to meet Selina.

It was a chaotic night and it was a miracle that Bruce didn’t find out about what the girls did.

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Batman and Red Hood were on patrol together when Selina jumped in front of them.

“Hello, Boys”

“What do you want, Catwoman?”

“I want to meet my new prodigy, Kitty Noire.”

Cue Marinette jumping down from her hiding spot, transformed with the Black Cat Miraculous. “Hiya.”

Red Hood carries her like a potato sack and points his gun at the other two.

“Nope, she’s my sister and I called dibs. I adopted her. She’s off limits.”

“Legally, she’s mine.” Batman coughed out.

“I did it first. Emotionally. She’s my emotional support sister. You have plenty kids already, B and Selina, get your own.”

“Hey, I am still here and can hear you.”- Maria

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Alya was worried for Lila. She had been acting weirdly for the past month.

She looked very out of sorts. Her clothes weren’t in order and her hair was in disarray. She had bags under her eyes and her eyes looked wild. Lila didn’t look like herself at all.

She jumped at any sound and flinched at really sudden movements.

Alya tried to find out what was wrong with Lila and received vague answers.

One time Lila said that Marinette is to blame.

Alya reaches the somewhat right conclusion that Marinette was haunting Lila and hurting her because Lila used to come to school with bruises and claims that Marinette did it.

Alya goes to Marinette’s grave to desecrate it. (Yeah, go anger the ghost that is haunting someone.)

Unfortunately, the moment she tries to do something, the sky turns dark, clouds appear and the wind begins whipping. A Lightning strike near her and there was a cloaked figure beside her with a scythe.

All Alya saw from the figure was the blood-red lips in a very sharp grin and glowing blue eyes, raising the scythe high before she ran away. The scythe swiped the air where her head once was.

Alya didn’t get far before she tripped and blacked out.

When she woke up, she found herself in the hospital with no idea how she got there.

She was told that somebody found her with a concussion in the park and took her to the hospital.

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The next one on Mari’s hit list was Natalie.

She wasn’t as involved in the whole thing like Lila, Adrien or Gabriel but she still did it anyways.

Her punishment is a little mild compared to the others and was more of a warning to Gabriel.

Natalie woke up in the middle of the night to see a not-so-dead Ladybug sitting on her vanity chair with the moonlight from the windows illuminating her body and her neck. Her suit was torn exactly like the day of that battle with blood dripping down her arms and from her open wounds. The shadows kept her face hidden but glowing blue eyes stared at her.

Natalie was scared at first. But she regained her normal cool composure.

“I assume you are here to extract your revenge for aiding in your unfortunate demise. But before you kill me, I regret my part in my entire thing and I apologize for everything I have done against you even though I knew it was wrong.”

“At least you show remorse over what you have done. Visiting my grave when even my parents didn’t and leaving flowers. I love those purple hyacinths by the way. Did you know that they mean sorry in the language of the flowers?”

“Why are you stalling my death? Just kill me already.”

“Madam Sancouer. You just played a minor role in my downfall compared to what Adrien and Lila Rossi did to me. And you showed more guilt over your actions than they ever did and Adrien claimed to have loved me. And like I have told the Bats, Death is too swift of a punishment.”

“Who are the bats?”

“None of your concern. You should be more concerned about yourself.”

“Lila sees the ghosts of her past and they haunt her. Adrien is in a living nightmare and has no control over his actions and is despised by everyone. What are you going to do to me?”

“Well, since you show some guilt over your actions, let me tell you a little secret. I am not dead. Not really. I mean I did die. But there was a spell in the grimoire that revived me. It took a few days to work.”

Marinette changed to her normal form. It was a little jarring to see an older Marinette Dupain-Cheng sitting on her vanity chair like it was a throne. The Ladybug suit and the wounds were gone. She looked a little familiar.

“Why are you telling me this? What was the point?” Natalie faltered as she wondered why the girl looked familiar. Marinette moved closer and her face was fully illuminated by the moonlight.

“I intend to take everything by which I mean everything from Gabriel Agreste for what he did.”

“M. Agreste just wanted his wife back. You just gave him your Miraculous, you would still have everything.”

“What difference would it make? Sure I had friends and family before but they turned out to be disappointing. I might have become a famous designer like I dreamed of and can't achieve because I died. Besides, he never said about wanting his wife to come back in his tedious monologues. For all we knew back then, he wanted them for world domination. He showed that he would end the world for them. For kwamis’ sake, he nearly started World War III, just for a pair of earring and a ring. He was willing to kill me to have her back. No wait, he did that too. If he actually read the translated grimoire or asked the Guardian or at least someone with magic for help instead or maybe used his head and made some who can heal as his champion using the Butterfly, we wouldn’t even be in this mess. Face it, Mme Sancour, your boss is a power-hungry and very controlling maniac who is also thankfully an idiot.”

“But- he- he just-. You are just a child, what do you know? M. Agreste knew what he was doing.”

“A child who had a normal life up until he tried to ruin it with his idiotic schemes and hiring Lila to do it. A child who had to fight a war on her own.”

“I am sorry you had to go through that but I doubt you and your little revenge rampage is going to solve anything.”

Ghostly Chains wrapped around Natalie’s body, squeezing tight like it was squeezing the life out of her.

“I was all for sparing you, you know. If you had actually listened to my side of the story, you would have spared from my ‘little revenge rampage’. This is going to be a little painful. Sorry about that.” In a tone that was definitely not sorry.

Pain coursed through Natalie’s body. Her skin crawled and itched as pitch back feathers grew out of it. Her bones turned to dust and reformed.

Where Natalie Sancour once was, there was a raven.

An omen of death and destruction for one Gabriel Agreste.

Marinette leaned down towards the raven. Natalie tried to peck her eye out but Marinette held the beak in a firm grip.

“Ah. ah ah. Luckily for you this is temporary. Mostly. Every night, you will assume this shape and each night the longer you will stay in this form. Slowly counting down the days until Gabriel’s downfall. Since you love helping him so much, you are going to help him know how long he has to live. The night you are a raven from sunset to sunrise, that sunrise starts the day Gabriel Agreste will be utterly destroyed.”

She released the beak and headed towards the window.

"Send him my regards."

With that, she was gone.

(Part 6)

#platonic jasonette #graveyard siblings #maribat #ml x dc #marinette meets the sirens

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lucyintheskywithxanax · 3 years

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I Had To Know Pain Before I Could Be Comforted

Pairing: Billie Dean Howard x Fem Reader

Requested by @steveyouarelate : “37 (Lie to me. I don’t care what you say, just lie to me. Make me feel okay again.) and 50 (I’m sorry I’m not enough for you) (with an happy ending, please) with billie dean x reader”

A/N: there’s a lot of crying and wallowing in self-pity in this one, you’ve been warned. I wanted it to have a tragic ending but you asked for happy, so here you go. I hope you’ll like it <3

Title is a line translated from this song.

Word count: ≈ 3 700

Someone catcalled you from across the street but you didn’t find it in you to care. You had no idea where you were. Night was falling, the cold, crisp air was biting your cheeks and making your whole body shiver. You could barely feel your fingers anymore. Your feet hurt. But the pain and the cold felt good. If you could, you would close your eyes and let yourself sink into it to forget everything else.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket. You ignored it. You kept on walking, straight ahead, left around a corner, past an old man sitting on a bench. He said something to you you did not understand. A car honked nearby. Let it. Let it hit you and put an end to your misery.

Your phone buzzed again. “Oh for fuck’s sake, leave me alone,” you muttered. But even as you said it, your hand reached in your pocket for your phone. Your heart swelled with a bubble of hope, that perhaps it would be her, that perhaps her words would be the right ones and they would make everything better. You turned on the screen and read your notifications.

Coming home soon? x

I’m making mackerel in white wine

It was the cold wind that made you tear up, nothing else. Certainly not the image of Billie in the kitchen, dressed in comfy clothes, sipping a glass of expensive white wine, hips swaying to some mellow jazz song as she chopped herbs and vegetables and stirred the sauce. Sassy, brave, confident, and just a little bit reckless Billie. How you adored her. She was everything to you.

Blinking back your tears, you texted her back a few words saying you were going to spend the night at your dad’s. That was a lie, but you really couldn’t face her right now.

And it wasn’t your fault, really. You had never meant to be so messed-up. But Billie – she was the sun, she was the moon and the stars in the sky and beyond, no matter how cliché that sounded, and you… you were lying on the ground covered with dirt. You were nothing. You had not achieved a single good thing in your life. You couldn’t talk to people without making a complete fool of yourself, you had no talent, no beauty, only a boring, dull personality.

You carried that knowledge in your chest like a rock. Most of the time its weight was bearable; but there were days when the rock seemed to expand and expand until it took all the room in your chest. When that happened, nothing could bring you relief. Negativity would cloud your mind. Dark little thoughts would chirp in your ears like birds in the spring. Useless, they would sing. Boring. Worthless, they would sing.

Today was one of those days. You had woken up with a feeling of dread and dejection and it had required all of your strength to get out of bed. Luckily Billie had left for work early; you didn’t want to bother her with your problems and your bad mood. And then things had just gotten worse and worse.

Today you had lost your job. Your boss had warned you several times before: you weren’t as efficient as your co-workers, you didn’t work fast enough, didn’t smile enough. You simply were not enough. So today he had held the front door open for you and slammed it behind you and had not even bothered to hide his satisfied smirk. Since then, you had walked. Roamed the streets, tried to make one with the cold.

Your phone rang. Billie’s name appeared on your screen. You stared at it for a moment before you accepted the call. You knew she may very well drive to your dad’s if you ignored her, and then what? She’d know you had lied to her. Besides, a tiny part of you was still hoping she would know what to say, she would just know, without you having to tell her, and that rock in your chest would turn to dust and flowers would bloom in its place.

“Hi sweetpea,” said Billie. Her voice was cheerful, but you knew her well enough now to hear the tinge of worry in it.

“Hey,” you said. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you beforehand. Are you mad?”

There was a soft clang, something metallic being moved. “Of course I’m not. But are you sure you’re alright?”

You closed your eyes and swallowed hard. “I’m fine. My dad just really needs company right now.”

Did she even care? Or was she relieved that you wouldn’t be spending the night together?

“I’m sorry you made dinner for me,” you went on, eyes still shut tight.”I should have warned you, but he –“

“It’s fine, Y/N, really,” Billie cut you off. “We have that wonderful thing called a fridge that I can use to store leftovers.”

A small laugh escaped you.

“But I’ll miss you,” Billie said. She paused, and again you pictured her, her free hand on the counter, fingers drumming, an apron tied around her waist, hair as perfectly done as if she were about to attend a movie premiere. Another small laugh escaped you, affectionate, incredibly sad.

“Me too. I’ll be back tomorrow. Love you.”You hung up before she had time to say it back. You weren’t sure you could hear those words from her right now.

What would she think when you told her you had lost the one thing that still made you a person of value to the world? You couldn’t bear to see the disappointment on her face. She would be kind, of course, and tell you not to worry. Maybe she would even say that she still loved you. But that wouldn’t be true. Billie deserved someone who, like her, had shot for the stars and made it. Someone who shone as bright as she did, someone she could be proud of – not a liability like you.

You walked. When you took a look at your surroundings, you realized you didn’t know that part of the city. It looked like a wealthy residential neighbourhood, big white houses with large porches, impeccably mown lawns. The streets were deserted. You walked.

Spending the night at your dad’s wasn’t even an option. He was too boisterous, too loud. Your best friend would know something was wrong the minute she’d take a look at your face, and then she would ask questions, demand answers you didn’t want to give her. So you kept on walking, dragging around that rock which after so many years had become a part of you. You didn’t even know if you would want to get rid of it. It felt like company now.

A bridge, across a canal. Past the city hall. You reached downtown, busy, wild, buzzing with life. People brushed past you and laughed at each other and talked too loudly. The city watched you roam without offering the least bit of comfort. You had tried to find solace in its streets hundreds of times before, fueled by the naive belief that the city would welcome you with open arms and a kind smile. But the city was indifferent and selfish. The city sneered at the lost souls that wandered the night.

Maybe you could get a hotel room. You stopped in front of the first hotel you found and stared at the door, but soon realized you were incapable of going in. It was as if your legs had frozen, as if some sort of force were pushing you away. So you walked on. Your heart was secretly singing for home.

But you couldn’t go home. You couldn’t do that to Billie. You were a burden to her, and that had to stop. She had too many great things to achieve, a whole future made of gold and diamonds and glorious victories, to be held down by someone like you. So shut up, you ordered your heart. Don’t yearn for something you do not deserve.

You walked. You walked until you were sure your feet were bleeding and every muscle in your legs was screaming in agony. A little past midnight your mind went numb. You walked. At 1am a dog barked at you, at 1:34 a drunk whistled and called for you to come with him. At 2:30 you finally looked up and realized your aching feet had led you back home.

You tried, you really did, to go away. Go back downtown, get a freaking hotel room to spend the night. Your feet led you to the front door, your hand turned the key in the lock. You could sleep on the couch, you told yourself. You could sleep on the couch, and leave at dawn before Billie woke up.

The house was dark and silent. You waited a few seconds, your heart beating fast in your chest, listening for any sound, any indication that Billie was still awake. Nothing. You took off your coat and shoes, and dropped your bag on the floor. You waited a few seconds more. When you had convinced yourself Billie was asleep, you tip-toed all the way to the living-room. The floor was cold under your feet, the walls seemed to be closing in on you in the dark.

You hadn’t eaten since breakfast, but you weren’t sure your stomach could hold food right now. All you wanted was to collapse on the couch and bury your face in the pillows and sleep. Forget that you existed.

Your right foot slammed into a suitcase you had not bothered to put away earlier in the day. A curse escaped you, low and angry, and out of the corner of your eye you saw something stir in the darkness of the living-room. You jumped, raising an arm to defend yourself, and squinted at the shape that straightened and turned, light from outside falling on strawberry blond hair.

Billie reached out to turn on a lamp and grimaced as the bright light blinded her. She raised one hand to shield her eyes, blinking away sleep. There was a red mark on her left cheek, and you quickly realised she had fallen asleep at the table while doing crosswords. She often did that, when she couldn’t sleep. Crosswords helped her focus when her mind was buzzing with too many thoughts.

She met your eyes, blinked again, and then she smiled. You stood frozen as if you had turned into a statue, the mad pumping of your heart the only sign that you were still alive.

You could have tried to make a joke. You could have lied to her again, said you had tucked your dad in and left. Instead, your throat closed up, your heart dropped into your stomach, and to your utter shame and despair you felt your eyes fill with tears.

You were so tired. How so tired of being you.

All you wanted was to sink into Billie’s arms.

For a minute there was only silence. You watched as Billie’s expression turned from surprised to happy to confused. Oh God, what would she think of you? How she would despise you. She would think you were a sad, pitiful creature and she would be right.

You prayed for something, anything, an earthquake, a meteor crash, a tidal wave even though you lived miles from the ocean, that would put an end to your miserable life.

Billie stood up, smoothing one hand over her wrinkled clothes. Only now did you notice that she hadn’t changed from work. Had she been waiting for you this whole time? Your heart tightened in your chest. No, that couldn’t be. She had probably tried to make the best of her one evening of freedom, her one happy evening when she could celebrate your being finally out of her hair.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you tonight,” she said with a small smug smile. She held out one hand as if to touch you and you flinched. She noticed, and her smile wavered.

“Are you alright?”

“I –“ With a shake of your head you took a few steps away from her, your throat thick with tears, and when you shot her a glance her face was blurry but you could still see the damned worry in her eyes –

“Y/N what’s wrong?” she asked, her voice getting higher and shaky as it always did when she was anxious. She walked up to you, but kept enough distance between you and her so as not to make you feel cornered.

“I lost my job.” The words tumbled out without permission. You were so tired. You just wanted to be held. “I got fired because I couldn’t do my job properly.”

Silence.

That was it, then. You had lost her. She was seeing you for who you really were; the veil love had dropped over her eyes was finally being lifted.

You couldn’t look at her, so you closed your eyes and let your tears fall.

“I’m so sorry,” you sobbed, one hand coming up to your chest for it was too tight, it was crushing your heart and it hurt too much. “Billie, I’m so sorry I keep disappointing you.”

A hand, on your arm. A question, barely above a whisper. “Honey, what do you mean?”

A sob pushed out of your throat, loud and painful and so despicable. “I’m sorry I’m not enough for you.”

She let out a noise, a gasp, but to you it sounded like a contemptuous, mocking laugh, a laugh that said, Look at you, pitiful, pitiful little creature.

“Y/N,” she started, but you shook your head. You still couldn’t look at her.

“Listen, I’ll get my things, I understand. Just – let me sleep here tonight. Please. I’ll sleep on the couch, only for tonight, and then I’ll leave I’ll – “

“Y/N what are you talking about?”

You felt her grip on your arm tighten, acrylics digging into your skin.

“Just one more night, please, Billie,” you begged.

“Shut up. Stop talking. You’re not making any sense, honey.”

“I’m so sorry,” you cried.

A hand on your cheek. You almost flinched, almost recoiled, but you managed to stop yourself from doing so. There was no need to hurt her more than you already had.

“Please stop apologizing,” Billie whispered. Why did she sound so broken? “Tell me what to do. What can I do?”

You shook your head again, choked on a sob. Billie’s thumb was gently stroking your cheek, catching your tears and wiping them away.

“Lie to me,” you whispered. “I don’t care what you say, just lie to me. Make me feel okay again. Tell me I can be enough for you.” You opened your eyes, then, and looked up at her. And you could have hit yourself, you could have stabbed your chest and ripped off your heart, for her face was coated with tears that dripped down her chin, and her gaze was so terribly sad.

She let out a strangled breath. “Oh, Y/N… come here, come here baby.”

You didn’t even try to fight her. Your body sank into hers like a stone into water. Your hands slid up her back to grab fistfuls of her shirt as you buried your face in her shoulder. She wrapped one arm around your waist and put her other hand on the back of your head, pressing you closer against her. She was being so gentle, so loving, dropping kisses on your temple, murmuring sweet nothings in your ear – it only made you cry harder. Because you were going to lose this, to lose her, and you’d never have the strength nor the will to find that kind of sweet love ever again.

She started humming, a soft tune, as she rocked you like a child and you sobbed and wailed. Her voice was always a little bit raspy when she sang, a little bit out of tune, never quite managing to hit the right notes. Hearing her sing always soothed you. She ran her fingers through your hair, acrylics gently grazing your skull, just the way you liked it, because it always made your skin tingle everywhere.

Damn her, she knew you so well. She knew exactly how to help you calm down, how to make part of that ache in your chest disappear.

Minutes passed. Billie was still humming when you finally felt like you could breathe again. You turned your head, pressed your cheek against her shoulder – her blouse was wet now, you had done that, ruined it as you always ruined everything. You forced yourself to take a deep breath, relishing the smell of her, so precious, so loved – you would have to keep it safely stored in your mind to never forget it. Maybe, on the darkest of nights to come, when everything and everyone would fail to soothe your soul, if you closed your eyes tight enough you would be able to conjure her scent again, and then sleep would finally come.

Billie’s hand slid down the side of your face to cup your cheek. You closed your eyes, counted to three, then pulled away.

Her gaze was still so very sad when you met her eyes, but she managed to offer you a smile. She gracefully wiped a tear that rolled down her cheek.

“Why are you crying?” you frowned.

Billie let out an incredulous laugh. “Did you hear what you said to me?”

There was no reproach in her voice, only sadness, and that felt like a stab to your heart.

“I’m sor –“you started, but she interrupted you with a slender finger on your lips.

“I told you to stop apologizing.” She offered you another shaky smile, but then her brow pushed up in concern. “Did I –“Her voice broke. She swallowed, tried again. “Did I do something to make you feel like you were not enough?”

Did she… what? You weren’t sure you had heard her properly. Had those words really left her mouth, or had they been uttered by a malicious spirit? How could Billie, Billie who was so considerate, so loving, so utterly perfect – how could she think she had done anything wrong?

Her face crumpled as she misinterpreted your silence. “Oh no baby, I’m so s –“she started, but you interrupted her.

“No, Billie, you didn’t do anything wrong.” Your voice was hoarse from crying. You shook your head, biting your lower lip to hold back fresh tears. “You’ve been so good to me. The best thing that ever happened to me. The truth is, you’ve been too good and I don’t… I don’t want to hold you back.” She opened her mouth to protest, but you shook your head again, a silent pleading to let you finish. “Now that I’ve lost my job you’re gonna have to provide for me and I can’t let you do that. I can’t be a burden I can’t –“

Again, a finger on your lips. You fell silent. Something in you disappeared and you felt your body go limp, as if there was no strength left in you.

Billie’s finger gently tapped your lips as she gazed at you thoughtfully.

“I don’t mind providing for you while you look for another job,” she said after a while. Her brow furrowed. “Or maybe you should take a break. Maybe I should, too. We could go somewhere nice and relax for a while.”

“But I –“Another tap on your lips.

“But you –“you tried again, but again she interrupted you. You planted a kiss on her finger in retaliation, and were rewarded with a small smile.

“I couldn’t sleep without you,” Billie said in a low voice. Her eyes met yours, kind and vulnerable. “You’re not a disappointment, Y/N. It’s got to the point I cannot even imagine my future without you.”

You couldn’t help it: you dissolved into tears again. Billie cooed and gently guided your head against her shoulder. You clang to her, hoping you could get rid of your negative thoughts with every sob. It didn’t work like that, you knew it, but when you were in Billie’s arms it almost seemed life could be easy and kind.

You didn’t pull away when your tears subsided. You kept your eyes closed, enjoying Billie’s embrace, her hand running through your hair, her warmth. You felt thoroughly empty now, thoroughly spent. Sleep weighed on your eyelids. You wrapped your arms around Billie’s waist and pulled her closer still, breathed in her scent and let out a sigh.

“What happened?” Billie whispered after a while.

“I told you.” You nuzzled her shoulder. “I lost my job.”

“No, I mean… what happened?”

You got her meaning, somehow, as if your mind were perfectly attuned to hers. You hesitated. Swallowed hard.

“I don’t know,” you said in a breath. “Sometimes it feels like I can never be a viable option for anyone, especially not for you. I know it’s stupid, I know I have no real reasons to feel that way. But I can’t help it.”

Billie hummed. She dropped a kiss on your forehead, warm lips lingering on your skin. “I love you,” she said, voice firm and raspy. She ran one hand up and down your back, nails scratching gently.”And I want you, even when you’re at your lowest and ugliest, even when you don’t have a job.”Her hand slipped over your shoulder, under your chin, titled your head up. She waited for you to meet her eyes. “You’re allowed to not be at your best all the time. That doesn’t make you worthless.”

And as you gazed at her with half lidded eyes, her words sank into you and settled in your chest and bloomed there. Eased the ache. Maybe only for a few hours, maybe only for a few days, but it was all you needed right now. And somehow she had known exactly what to say. And she would know what to say the next time.

You blinked sleepily, and she cooed, smiled a smile that was half fond, half smug. “Do you need to get some shut-eye, my little bear?”

You rolled your eyes at her, but were betrayed by a yawn. Her smile grew into a smirk.

“Shut up,” you muttered, as you buried your face in her chest, nuzzled the exposed skin, and smiled.

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DATING MONSTA X HEADCANON A⇴Z ⇴ Chae Hyungwon

A ⇴ AFFECTION

At any point in the day, Hyungwon will come to you for affection. If he’s feeling sleepy or needy especially, he’ll often lay in your lap as a call for you to pay attention to you, usually settling there for quite some time.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING

The way the two of you met was all a little bit cliché. Hyungwon accidentally bumped into you whilst you were waiting in queue at a clothing store. He was quick to apologise over and over again, even offering to pay for what you bought to say sorry, but after you met his eyes, you told him coffee together would do the trick.

C ⇴ CONFESSION

Hyungwon was quite a quiet character anyway, but the day he chose to confess, you could almost hear a pin drop between the two of you. He was terrified of rejection; he didn’t want to get things wrong and end up ruining your friendship. When you eventually pushed him into telling you what was going on, you couldn’t believe how nervous he had become, especially when you felt the same way as he did all along.

D ⇴ DATES

Your dates varied a lot, neither of you had one thing that you particularly liked to do on a date night. A lot of your dates depended on your schedules and how much time you had, some nights the only answer would be an hour together with a takeout between you both, but that was alright. The two of you spoke often about how you wanted to just make the most of the time you spent together as opposed to how you spent that time. Takeout and a lazy night quickly became a favourite date night for you both.

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE

It’s well known that Hyungwon was in a long-term relationship previously, so he’ll definitely know how to treat a woman. He’s also not afraid of publicly dating, he knows he has the company’s backing to date which makes life a lot easier for him too. In the early stages of your relationship, he was a little nervous, it had been a while for him since he was last in a relationship, but as the two of you move forwards, he remembers all the things he loves about being in a relationship and loves to show you off to the fans too.

F ⇴ FIGHTING

The two of you very rarely argue, you’re both quite calm people, it takes a lot for the both of you to argue with one another. So much so, that you usually end up talking more about the arguments you have with other people rather than each other. You’d often sit up with each other late at night and vent about the problems you had with other people. Arguments between the two of you were very rare as neither of you were confrontational people, to most people looking in on the two of you, it felt like the two of you really did have the perfect relationship as the two of you always got on like the best of friends.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY

His family were very keen to meet you as Hyungwon made no secret of how much he liked you. They had high expectations, but thankfully you far exceeded them when you met them. They’d never see Hyungwon as happy as when he was with you which was all they ever wanted for him, to see him with a smile.

H ⇴ HOME

Being one of the younger members, Hyungwon was a little reluctant to move out of the dorm. He didn’t want to rush into moving out just in case anything did go wrong. You were always very understanding of how cautious he was, and besides, you loved spending time at the dorm with the other members too.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

Hyungwon was the first to say, ‘I love you,’ one evening just before you went to sleep. You weren’t expecting it at all, and if he was honest, he was sure that you were asleep, so when your eyes fluttered open and stared across at him, he didn’t quite know how to react or what to do, looking away from your wide smile.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

He knows that he’s not the loudest person in the room, so he’ll often use physical touch to make sure that he has your attention. Hyungwon isn’t someone who gets jealous easily, he’s comfortable in his relationship and he’s incredibly trusting that even though you might sometimes talk to someone else, he’s the one for you. There are definitely times when he can feel himself begin to get jealous, but he’s good at handling his behaviour and remaining calm, and if he feels like he needs to, he’ll talk to you about it after.

K ⇴ KIDS

Having a family still feels a little way off for Hyungwon just yet, he’d love to one day, especially with you, but he has plenty of other things that he wants to achieve before then. The two of you are very open with how you see your futures going, and nine times out of ten the two of you tend to be on the same track. Having children is definitely something the two of you dream about and agree that in a few years it might be a possibility.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER

Hyungwon will often make you laugh without even realising that he’s doing. He’s not as much as a jokester as some of the other members, but his facial expressions will often make you chuckle when someone else is talking. When the two of you are alone, he gains a little more confidence in trying to make you laugh by being a fool. He wants to make you smile more than anything else, that’s his main goal in being by your side, so as long as he’s doing that, then he’s a happy man, and an even happier boyfriend.

M ⇴ MISSING

He’s quiet anyway, but he will be silent on tour whenever he’s missing you. The boys will all rally around him quickly when he’s missing you and try hard to cheer him up. They’ll also often tell you how he’s coping as he tends to put on a brave face for you. Every morning when he wakes up, he checks his phone to see if there is a message from you, then he’ll check the date, and remember how many days there are until the flight home. It’s his best way of coping, knowing that each day when he wakes up, he’s one day closer to waking up with you beside him again. Whenever you call him, you’ll always let him know what the boys have told you and try your best to reassure him and pick up his down mood.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES

Hyungwon loves to call you ‘love.’ There are a few other nicknames that sometimes appear, but that’s the main one he loves to use as he feels that it perfectly sums up his feelings for you, that he loves you.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

In the same way you are with his, Hyungwon is obsessed with your lips. He loves to kiss them, or feel them trail along his body, wherever that may be.

P ⇴ PDA

Affection is quite common from Hyungwon in public, it’s often his preference over being vocal around you. Most of the time you’ll feel his hand rest somewhere against your body, it’s a great comfort for him to have you there, and he also likes to make sure that he knows where you are as often as possible so he can care for you.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

Whenever a new meme appears of him, he’ll always be quick to ask you if you’ve seen it. Most of the time you definitely will have done because you love to tease him about them, but you’ll still make him show you so you can watch them again.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

Every time that Hyungwon goes away on tour, he steals something from your wardrobe and wears it during every show. It’s usual something small and subtle as a lot of your wardrobe is too small for him. He never tells you when he does it though, you’ll just open your wardrobe one day to try and find the hat you like only for it not to be there. Straight away, you’ll always know exactly who the culprit was for it going missing.

S ⇴ SEX

His lips work hard during intimacy, either by whispering sweet nothings into your ear or working their way along your body with kisses. Hyungwon is very much in tune with the fact his lips are a massive tun on for you and will definitely use that to his advantage when he’s close to you. He’s always very affectionate and very slow, he loves to take his time with you and make sure he appreciates every part of your body.

T ⇴ TEXTS

Hyungwon will often text you throughout the day to see how you are. He loves knowing what you’re up to and what your plans are and will often try and organise a surprise visit in amongst your hectic days to see you.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE

He loves how well you’ve become a part of his family, not just by his side, but with his family too. He was scared to love for a long time, but you reminded him how special it could be and how important it was in life.

V ⇴ VACATION

Hyungwon loves to travel and having you to travel with now makes things a lot more special. Any time he can get you to travel with him, he’ll bring you along and make sure to show you as much of the world as possible. Exploring is one of his favourite things in the world and getting to do it with you too makes it a whole lot more fun.

W ⇴ WHINING

If he can’t sleep at night, that’s when Hyungwon will moan the most. He turns to you to try and help him sleep and try and comfort how busy his mind is.

X ⇴ XXXXX

Again, you’re a big fan of his lips, and he will definitely use them often to shower you with affection. Similarly, you know how much he loves your lips too, so you’ll often kiss him when he least expects it, creeping up behind him. Your kisses together are always full of a lot of love and passion, neither of you are fans of quick pecks or meaningless kisses, you’d rather savour those moments to create a much more powerful and meaningful kiss.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were everything to Hyungwon, the perfect distraction that he needed.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

He sleeps, a lot, and he loves to have you beside him whilst he sleeps. You’ll often end up having to wriggle out of his grasp at some point because he holds you so tightly for so long, but somehow Hyungwon will never even stir.

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我的世界守则 The Rules of My World: An Analysis

I came across this video while browsing Weibo last night. It was taken during Yibo's rehearsal for his 'The Rules of My World' performance. I've listened to the song countless times and I like it, the rhythm and all, and the dance. But as with many rap music, I don't pay attention to the lyrics. I suddenly realised I don't really know what the song is talking about, save for the few phrases that stood out. That sparked my interest and inspired today's post. I had previously done some analysis of Zhan's songs, so it's Yibo's turn.

Disclaimer: I am not a professional translator or lyricist. And obviously I'm not Yibo nor do I know him personally, so I can't say for sure what the song is really about. The following analysis is purely based on my personal interpretation. It has CPN components. Please skip if you don't believe that BJYXSZD.

'The Rules of My World' is the 2nd song that Yibo penned the lyrics to himself. The fact that he wrote the lyrics is significant and makes the song worth analysing. 2019's 'Wu Gan' was more 'inward-looking'; about Yibo expressing his own thoughts on navigating the entertainment industry. To me, 'The Rules of My World' is him making a statement, a stand, at the same time, he's sending a message to those he cares about - GG and his (real) fans. Yibo released this song on 30 Dec 2020. The timing is interesting cos it like he's summing up his sentiments based on the events that took place during the year. To outsiders, 2020 was a good year for Yibo. He had many endorsements, projects, high exposure, his commercial value rose. But in CPN reality, 2020 was terrible for so many reasons. GG's incident, him being overworked, crazy fan wars and antis etc etc..anyone who cares about Yibo would be delusional to think he had it good last year.

欢迎你们来加入我的世界 (You're welcome to join my world)

入场券上面有正义的光源 (There's a light of justice on the admission ticket)

DD is giving fans an open invitation to enter his world, to understand him as a person and not just an idol. And he also hopes that his world can bring some light to the fans' world, to bring some positivity, encouragement and guidance to them.

此生面对严厉又仁慈的一切 (In this life we'll face harshness but also kindness)

轻松一点，我们一起度过黑夜 (Just relax, together we'll overcome darkness)

In the entertainment world (or life in general), there will be ups and downs, criticisms and compliments. Regardless of what may come, we can overcome any challenges together. Darkness here could also refer to the antis who seem determined to bring GGDD down. This could be a message to fans - to tell them that they don't always have to rush to defend him, and they don't need to retaliate (aka fan wars). It could also be a message to GG, to make a stand of solidarity and to reassure GG that DD will face any challenges alongside him.

新的征途 (A new journey)

愚蠢的，不好相处 (These fools, they aren't easy to get along with)

愚蠢的，不会打住 (These fools, they won't stop)

但衬托明天更耀眼的路 (But they will set off a brighter path for tomorrow)

It was said that DD matured considerably after the 2*7 incident. Took up more responsibility, became more focused on his career and mindful of future advancements etc. Started to take on more serious acting projects and to shift his career trajectory towards something more sustainable and less 'idol'. The new journey could be a reference to this new path. The fools - the antis, those against GGDD - may have caused damage but their actions have also sparked off DD's desire to do better and to find his footing in the entertainment industry. He now has a clearer view of what he wants, the path he wants to take.

我是我的样子 (This is how I am)

我生来就固执 (I was born stubborn)

讲自己的故事 (I'll tell my own story)

活独特的气质 (Living my unique self)

Follow me, 找到自己的价值 (Follow me, find your own value)

不去迎合别人活才会觉得有意思 (Life is interesting if you don't cater to others)

我的世界不退让 (It's my world I won't give in)

Here, DD is being assertive. This is me, I follow my own rules, I'll make my own decisions, I'll forge my own path, I won't be influenced, I won't give up on my beliefs. So antis, capitalists etc can f*ck off.

It could also be seen as an advice to his fans - to follow his lead and live their own lives. This is also something that GG has repeatedly said to fans - to focus on their own lives, personal relationships, studies, careers etc. Don't devote so much time on chasing idols, online fan wars etc.

阳光耀眼 (The sun is dazzling)

乐观地，走向前 (Just move forward with optimism)

阳光耀眼 (The sun is dazzling)

无所谓，多危险 (Doesn't matter how dangerous it is)

阳光耀眼 (The sun is dazzling)

这是我的世界 (This is my world)

我世界的守则，不许你诡辩 (These are the rules of my world, I won't allow any sophistry)

I see this as DD's words of encouragement, to himself and to GG. Despite all the challenges and hardship, darkness will pass and the sun will come out eventually. And it's shining brightly, there is hope left in this world, there's is much to look forward to. So don't fear, be brave and forge ahead.

Sophistry: the use of clever but false arguments, especially with the intention of deceiving

Poor DD is always hit with industry rumours, about him dating his co-stars etc. Last year, someone even made a false police report against him. Just look at the number of statements his company had to put out. There have also always been ongoing rumours about rivalry between GGDD, tales of backstabbing etc, especially in 2020 at the height of the incident. DD is saying that this is his life, his world. No one knows better than the both of them. So to those who don't know better but continue to spew nonsense about his life and relationships and spread hate, know that I don't care about your antics, they don't hurt me but I won't tolerate them as well.

在我世界行走 (Walking in my world)

什么人生主题你透露 (What kind of life theme do you envisage)

是胆大勇猛所向披靡 (Is it to be bold, courageous and invincible)

或胆小逃避钻进壳里 (Or to be timid and escape into your shell)

喧闹倾诉众人party (Is it to pour out your troubles at a rowdy party)

寂寞相思不停地哭泣 (Or to cry silently non-stop out of loneliness and love-sickness)

都欢迎你来我这里 (All are welcome)

只要跟从自己的内心 (So long as you follow your heart)

跟限制和噪音说一声 bang bang (I'll say 'Bang Bang' to restriction and noises)

怪兽都退散 (Monsters, be gone)

What kind of person am I in your eyes? The cool guy or soft sweet babie Yibo? Here, DD is acknowledging that the public has many different perceptions of him, and fans love different personas of him and he's ok with that. But if you love him, then let him be. Don't try to restrict him, don't quarrel or force him into a certain mould of your preference. He won't hesitate to shoot the haters (monsters) down.

迈出轻盈的步伐 (Take a light step forward)

一声令下 (With a single command)

来宣布告别孤勇 (To announce a farewell to having to fight alone)

On this new path, with a new-found realisation of what he wants, DD is clear of what he wants to achieve and he is no longer burdened by fear, uncertainties etc. Both GGDD now have each other by their sides, they share a common purpose as they navigate the intricacies of the entertainment industry together and work their way to the top. And I think this is something that we're seeing more in the fandom since end 2020 - GGDD seemingly becoming more bold in their actions and messages they put out (silent or otherwise).

想要做盘旋的龙 (Wanna be a hovering dragon)

还想做懒散的虫 (Or a lazy worm)

别打扰我走开没空 (Don't bother me, go away, I have no time for that)

In public, DD is that proud and confident king. He's not a pushover. But behind the cameras, he just wants to chill and relax (and play games). Please don't bother me, give me some privacy to lead my own life, don't tell me what I can or cannot do.

Cue DD's message. He meant it.

Follow me, 找到自己的价值 (Follow me, find your own value)

不去迎合别人活才会觉得有意思 (Life is interesting if you don't cater to others)

我们永远不退让 (We will never give in)

This is a repetition of the earlier verse but what has changed is the last 2 lines. From <It's my world I won't give in>, DD now says <We will never give in>. This was actually the first thing that sparked off my CPN, and hinted to me that this song concerns GG in some ways. Who's We? We all know how GGDD almost always use the word 'we' in their CQL promo interviews and bts, as though they come as a package and all views represent both of them as a entity. This also echoes the earlier sentiments - both of them, after the 2020 incident, have developed a steely resolve. They won't let the antis or challenges or societal views hold them back anymore. Their world, their rules. They will fight for their rights and what they believe in, and they are determined to reach their goals.

阳光耀眼 (The sun is dazzling)

乐观地走向前 (Just move forward with optimism)

阳光耀眼 (The sun is dazzling)

无所谓多危险 (Doesn't matter how dangerous it is)

阳光耀眼 (The sun is dazzling)

这是我的世界 (This is my world)

我们的世界不会被改变 (Our world will never be changed)

Again, similar to the above 'we' example. From this part of the song onwards, DD is referring to them both. The last line could also be viewed as an affirmation of GGDD's commitment to each other. Whatever is it, our relationship will not change. We will go through it all together.

Don‘t stop, get it, get it

Let me see you work up on it

Don’t stop, get it, get it

Let me see you all up on it

Let me see you work up on it

Don‘t stop, get it, get it

Don't stop

Hey

I interpret this as DD's words of encouragement to GG. Like don't stop fighting, continue to work hard towards your (our) goals. Go for it, you can do it!

在我的世界 (In my world)

本能很关键 (Instinct is the key)

坚持自己 (Stay true to yourself)

就是你们的世界 (It is your world)

DD's parting words to fans: to stay true to oneself, to build and enrich your own worlds, to fight for your goals, like how he is trying.

Well, I had fun working on this. Maybe I'll do Wu Gan another time. Reminded me of literature class during my schooling days, although I never did Chinese literature back then. Feel free to share your thoughts on the song with me. =D

#wang yibo #bjyx #bjyxszd #yizhan #the ji's song of the moment

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splash of the waves, and the sand castle crumbles (1/?)

Geraskier, Prince!Jaskier, fairy tale elements but with a twist, fluff and angst, 6.9k, rated T

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Geralt finds himself drawn to the prince despite himself. As he and Jaskier grow closer, war also looms on the horizon. It's the stuff of fairy tales, but can a witcher find his happily ever after in the time of heartbreaks and deaths?

“Ma?”

“Hmm?”

“What happened next?”

“The farm girl became a princess and married the prince. They lived happily ever after,” she smiled, her eyes so warm in the candlelight.

“But what next?”

“Happily ever after, sweetie. It means there will only be happiness for the rest of their lives.”

She places a kiss on the top of his head and blows out the candle. Her hands are soft and gentle when she tucks him in.

“Ma?”

“Yes?”

“Will we live happily ever after?”

She pauses in the darkness.

“Of course, my darling. Now you need to close your eyes—”

“Like the prince and the girl?”

“Even better.”

“But she married the prince. How can it be better?”

She sighs. The warmth of her palm brushes across his forehead, making his eyelids droop heavily.

“Your future holds much more, my sweet boy. You will find out tomorrow when you wake up.”

Sleep overcomes him. Indeed, he dreams of fairy tales and royal balls, magic spells and grand weddings.

The next morning, he wakes up believing in those happy ever afters.

Sometimes, when stones are thrown and pitchforks raised, Geralt regrets ever doing so.

The crown prince of Aedirn is a beautiful thing.

His pale blue doublet shines under the bright morning sun, the silvery embroidery sparkling in the light. A big smile —that ever-so-friendly smile that Prince Julian is known for— spreads across his face as a man with blond hair riding next to him speaks. Windswept brown hair brushes over his eyes, obscuring his youthful features.

Everything about him screams royalty. Privilege.

Even his horse is the most nicely-groomed white stallion Geralt has ever laid eyes on.

Prince Charming needs the whole get-up. The witcher snorts behind the bush, observing the royal convoy. It’s too small and moving way too slowly. They must have let down their guard because of the proximity to the castle. If Geralt were to assassinate a royal, he would choose to do it here as well.

It doesn’t take long for the first one to approach from the side of the road, hiding behind the shrub just like Geralt. The man in black works silently and quickly, but not as quickly as a witcher.

Geralt strangles him from behind, gripping tightly until the man passes out. A crossbow falls to the ground. The convoy travels ahead, unaware of the witcher disposing of a deadly threat to their prince’s life.

The swoosh of an arrow pierces the air.

“Protect the prince!”

Two dozen assassins in the same black suit appear out of thin air, charging into the royal guards’ formation. In an instant, the heap of pale-blue is tackled to the ground. Swords clash as more men start yelling.

“Fuck.”

Dodging a stray arrow, the witcher rushes into the chaos. The small convoy being overwhelmed by the incoming force, they hardly notice one of the assassins circling around the battle and moving directly to the prince. With a few long strides, Geralt stops the man with a clean strike.

“What—” the prince scrambles back at the sight of blood, looking at the witcher’s towering form with disbelief.

“You need to come with me,” Geralt says, before hauling him up by the collar of his doublet.

He half drags the prince to the hide-out. It’s only a cave where he left Roach earlier, but it should be enough. The young man slumps down against the wall, breathing heavily.

“Why are you—”

“Shh.” The witcher quickly crouches on the ground and presses his palm over the prince’s mouth. Distant footsteps disappear in another direction, before he slowly lets go. “We should be safe for now.”

In the quiet of the cave, he can hear the prince’s pounding heart, his eyes blown wide like a startled deer. Specks of blood smear across his cheeks, making him appear even younger.

“My men?”

“These are hired assassins. They will disperse once you are gone.” Geralt is surprised at how gentle his voice comes out. “Are you all right?”

“I—” the prince swallows, and looks down to his bicep where the flesh is grazed by an arrow. The wound is shallow and slowly seeping blood into the torn fabric. Geralt reckons that it should be fine left alone. “I’m fine. I—I’m…fine, yes. I’m alive.”

He lets out a shuddering breath, both in shock and relief. The prince tries to appear unaffected but the overwhelming panic in his scent betrays his seemingly neutral expression.

“You are lucky it didn’t go through your heart.” The witcher leaves him to check on Roach. Sensing the danger in the air, the mare has stayed quiet this whole time. He pats her mane in thanks. “Didn’t think the prince of Aedirn was this careless.”

“I didn’t think witchers got themselves involved in political squabbles either.” Cornflower blues meet Geralt piercingly, despite his shakiness. “I know who you are,” he chuckles tightly. “The witcher, Geralt of Rivia.”

Geralt grunts.

“I didn’t get involved.”

The prince only gestures to himself, raising an eyebrow.

“I’ve saved your ass. Now you can return to your castle and pretend we’ve never met, your highness.”

“Please, call me Jaskier.” The prince stands, patting the blue silk to get off the dirt and wincing when the movement tugs at his arm. “Aren’t you curious as to how I learned about you? Your fame precedes you, witcher.”

The young man meets his gaze assuredly. There’s no trace of fear in his scent.

People usually learn about Geralt one way—his moniker is not something to be escaped. But the prince doesn’t act like everyone else who meets the Butcher. Or at least, he hides it well.

“Are you not scared for your life, prince?”

“It’s Jaskier. And no, I’m not scared by the Butcher, if that’s what you mean.” There’s a knowing glint in his eyes. “I know you from a… mutual acquaintance, let’s say.”

“Oh?”

“Filavandrel mentioned you.”

“The elf king who hides in the mountains?” Geralt frowns. “I never really knew him. Not for more than a day.”

“No? He spoke of a white-haired witcher who was paid to hunt his people. Only that witcher left his own coin purse to them upon finding out about their circumstances. It showed compassion that no human had ever shown them, witcher. From his description, I thought the elven king and you shared a moment that day, or rather, an understanding.”

“Only of men.” He pauses. “Haven’t you come to the same understanding? Or why else would the prince of Aedirn make a target of himself by providing shelter to elven refugees?”

Geralt remembers his encounter with the elf king vividly, his anger and despair. The path took him back to Lower Posada years after that day. His curiosity drove him back to Dol Blathanna, only to find a much larger settlement and an exploding population of elves and other non-humans. Not only that, everyone there spoke of the kindness of the prince, who gave equal status to all sentient creatures on Aedirn soil.

“I see someone did homework on me.”

“People here sing your praises on the street day and night. It seems half the country has fallen in love with you,” Great admits begrudgingly.

“And the other half dislikes that I’m giving land away. Land that could have been providing for humans. The other half of my country believes I’m crazy just like all the other kings and queens in the north.”

The prince steps into Geralt’s space.

“You see, Geralt of Rivia, I cannot change the war that others deem just. I cannot stop the Lioness of Cintra from slaughtering elves and non-humans alike on the other side of the Yaruga. All I have is a piece of land in the Blue Mountains and, perhaps, I can provide them the means to rebuild. Those settlements are only a start.”

“It sounds like a noble cause, prince, but I’m not sure how much you can achieve.”

“Sometimes,” the prince’s attention shifts to Roach. “I wonder the same thing. The continent won’t change overnight just because one kingdom decides to show them a little bit of decency. The same decency that we humans are treated with all along.”

The young prince falls silent, his hand reaching out to touch Roach’s mane but retreats when she snorts anxiously. Geralt shushes the mare with a carrot from the pack.

“And I think, my friend,” the young prince continues. “Despite your claim of neutrality, you are on my side.”

“I’m not your friend.”

“No? But I wish to become yours. After all, you just saved my life so selflessly and gallantly,” he proclaims dramatically. “You should have seen yourself, Geralt. So brave with a sword, like a knight from the stories! If we were in a fairy tale, this is where I offer myself to you in eternal gratitude.”

“Are all princes this cheeky?”

“I don’t know. Are all witchers this heroic and beautiful?” Blue eyes roam up and down the witcher’s body, before meeting his gaze with clear interest.

Geralt grunts, ducking away from direct eye contact with the prince. Suddenly the air in the cave feels too warm. He clears his throat uncomfortably.

“Are you being shy, Geralt the witcher?”

The teasing comes so naturally for the prince. Gods, is that why all the maidens out there are so enamored with him? With those easy smiles and dreamy blue eyes, as soon as he throws in some flirtatious words, any inexperienced country girl would swoon upon meeting with him.

What fools they all are.

“We are not in a fairy tale,” Geralt says, palming his face. “Don’t expect a happy ending from this, my prince.”

“Jaskier,” the prince repeats insistently. “Although I do like the way you call me ‘my prince’. I’d certainly like it more if we were in a… different situation.”

He raises an eyebrow suggestively, and Geralt wonders if he can un-save this ridiculous man’s life.

“Fine then. Jaskier.”

The prince, who insists his name is a flower, smiles smugly for having gotten his way.

“But why?” he then faces Geralt head-on, his voice steady. “Why help me? If you don’t seek the favor of a prince, and the conflict never concerns you?”

Geralt blinks.

He’s not sure what drove him to the decision. The only emotion he had upon hearing about a price on the head of the crown prince was unease. The witcher has seen the war and how all the non-humans were killed with little reason, their corpses a feast for ghouls. The prince of Aedirn made himself an enemy to many realms by taking in all the refugees.

It wouldn’t sit right to let him die.

“I was in Cintra a month ago,” Geralt answers.

Jaskier tilts his head.

“So was I. I went to negotiate the relocation of the defeated elves with Queen Calanthe.” Something dawns on him. “You heard something, didn’t you? Was this assassination ordered by her? The negotiation ended up a complete waste of time, but never have I thought she could resort to such a dishonorable way of killing. No matter how much she must want to get rid of me permanently… Oh, I—I never thought…”

The prince—Jaskier trails off, his face drained of blood.

“I only learned about the bounty on your head,” Geralt explains, confused by the prince’s sudden show of weakness. “Hired swords get quite loose-lipped after a few drinks. As to where the order came from—"

“Wait, I…"

A pained grunt escapes the prince’s throat. He sways on his feet ever so slightly, but steadies himself with a hand on Geralt’s shoulder. They both look down to where the wound is still trickling slowly, soaking his sleeve with a patch of dark crimson.

“Wait, I thought…” Geralt reaches out to hold Jaskier’s arm. His palm comes away covered in blood. “Shit, it shouldn’t be bleeding this much.”

“You followed all the way from Cintra, just to stop them from killing m—" Jaskier breaks off for air as Geralt rummages through his pack for bandages. The prince clenches the fabric over his chest, as if something is hurting him from within. “So much for… n—not getting involved.”

“Shut up, prince.” Geralt’s fingers reach the bandage. “Or Jaskier, or whatever flower you prefer.”

A strained smile contorts into a grimace on the prince’s face, his knees buckling.

“Shit.” The witcher barely manages to catch his limp body before his head hits the ground. Blue eyes become unfocused as his head sags against Geralt’s shoulder. “Jaskier? Prince? Can you hear me?”

Geralt inspects the wound on his arm closely for the first time, and that’s when his witcher senses pick up on the faint trail of bitterness.

“It’s poison,” he mutters and curses under his breath.

Jaskier whimpers weakly upon hearing the words, his eyes filled with full-blown panic. For the first time that day, the witcher senses potent fear in the prince’s scent.

Or is it his own?

Geralt can’t tell.

Roach is almost at her limits. The weight of two grown men puts a lot of tires her way too quickly, but Geralt doesn’t dare to slow down, not until he can see the castle walls.

“Don’t die now,” the witcher murmurs into the prince’s ear, who is slumped against his chest, half-delirious and slurring nonsense. The make-shift tourniquet on his arm is soaked through with specks of blood.

The poison is attacking his heart, Geralt notices. It’s also speeding it up, disrupting its rhythm. It’s the vicious kind, one that is designed to make the victim suffer before they die.

Jaskier’s face is white as a sheet, and his lips are turning a sickening purple. The trembling comes and goes, making it harder to keep him in place. His blue eyes roll back, and for a moment, Geralt thinks he’s lost him.

“We are here, prince. Do you hear me?” The gate opens when the guards realize that their prince is brought back injured. A lot of people are shouting but it’s all a blur when Geralt carries the prince down from the mare’s back. “Just hang on, Jaskier.”

Jaskier clings, his heartbeat fluttering dangerously.

They take Jaskier away with force, his limp hand slipping from Geralt’s grip. Someone kicks the witcher behind the knees, sending him to the ground. Weapons suddenly appear at his throat, stopping him from going any further.

“G’ralt…” Jaskier protests, his hands grabbing blindly.

“He needs a healer!” he shouts at those guards who only seem to be interested in restraining him.

Cornflower blues are fixed on golden yellow. The prince’s skin is covered in sweat, his lips quivering, struggling to form words. It takes a second for the witcher to realize that he’s talking to the guards.

“He saved my life. Don’t… He saved…me,” Jaskier chokes out a breath, and Geralt feels those guards release him.

The witcher is left kneeling as more men surround the prince and rush him inside. They’re either fussing over Jaskier or calling for help. His faint heartbeat gets lost in the commotion.

“Wait, is he going to—"

The gate shuts in his face. The last thing he sees is Jaskier collapsing in someone’s arms.

No word about the prince comes out for months. Not about the assassination. Not about his poisoning.

Rumor says that he was gravely injured during the attack, and that he has been bed-ridden since returning from Cintra. Some even suspect that he’s already dead.

“…I opened the envelope and it was an invitation from the prince!”

“It was magical, wasn’t it? He doesn’t show up for ages and suddenly we are all invited to a ball! In his castle! A royal ball where anyone can attend, no less! I heard he will choose one to marry tonight.”

“Although I heard he’s sick for quite some time…”

Geralt ducks his head while listening in on the two women’s conversation. They are each dressed in a luxurious ball gown, their faces powered and lips painted. Like everyone else in the room, they are trying to impress the prince at his first outing in months.

But that is not why he is here.

Geralt has been lingering in Aedirn since that day, when he sent Jaskier back to the castle with poison coursing through his veins, not knowing what would become of him. Months of dead silence only make his stomach sink further.

A chance presented itself when news came out that the prince will hold a ball to the public.

It only makes sense that he should go and check, just to make sure Jaskier is all right. After all, he doesn’t want to put in all the effort to save someone only to never know if he will end up fine.

He will see for himself that Jaskier is well, and then he will leave.

He will not get involved.

Of course not.

Geralt takes another sip of the wine, surprised at the buzz it gives to his temporarily human body. When the mage sold him the potion that could hide all visible witcher traits, she did not mention it would also slow his metabolism to an ordinary human’s.

“The disguise will expire at midnight, when the bell strikes twelve.” Luckily she didn’t forget about this.

What a cliché.

It seems that no mage can resist a touch of dramatics.

For now, he looks like another random lord with dark hair and brown eyes. She also threw in a spell to turn his clothes into a silky ensemble in a muted black color.

“His royal highness, Prince Julian!” someone announces.

The crowd turns their eyes to the top of the stairs, where the heavy wooden doors open in everyone’s anticipation. One of the two women lets out an audible gasp as the prince steps out.

And there he is, Jaskier.

Those blue eyes are bright as the sky, those cheeks rosy-pink. He’s a picture of health compared to the last time Geralt held him in his arms. The witcher lets out a relieved sigh he never knew he was holding.

A smile spreads across the prince’s face. Suddenly the wine isn’t the only thing making Geralt all warm and fuzzy inside.

The prince descends the stairs with such elegance, his doublet a pristine ivory color under the chandelier’s sparkling light. The clothes sit perfectly on his frame, but with a heavy heart, Geralt realizes that he’s also lost weight.

It’s minuscule, and the puffy sleeves hide it well, but it’s there. Bed-ridden for a long time, they say. The witcher swallows the lump in his throat.

The crowd parts for the prince, retreating to the edge of the dance floor. No one dares to breathe as they await his invitation to the first dance. Once the dancing starts, the music will be too loud and the people too busy, giving the witcher a window to easily disappear into the night. But Jaskier continues to search through the crowd as if he has a specific someone to look for.

Before Geralt can even react, blue eyes have locked with his. The piercing blue makes him instinctively want to hide, but the witcher is frozen to the spot. The prince walks directly towards him, the grin spreading even wider if that is possible.

“May I have the first dance?” Jaskier reaches out, his palm facing up.

Countless eyes fall on Geralt, making his skin prickle, but he pays no mind. All he can focus on is the prince’s expectant look. Even now, without his witcher hearing to know Jaskier’s heartbeat, he can see the tentative hope in the way Jaskier seems to hold his breath.

Geralt takes his hand.

The royal garden is quiet under the night sky. The cool breeze is nice on Geralt’s skin, the faint hum of cicadas a soothing balm to his ear after hours of music and dance.

“Apologies. I was getting a little… uncomfortable in there.” The prince leads the witcher to a bench. His hand rubs at his heart like it’s bothering him.

“Are you well, my prince?” Geralt helps him sit down.

“Please, call me Jaskier.”

Geralt pauses. Does Jaskier tell his preferred name to anyone? Even a stranger he just met at a ball?

“Why Jaskier?”

“It’s the person I dream to be,” he answers wistfully but adds nothing to explain. Geralt wonders why a prince could possibly dream to be another person.

“I see.” He nods. “Are you feeling alright, Jaskier?”

The prince’s eyes soften as he reaches out to tuck a lock of curly brown hair out of Geralt’s face. The movement is so gentle that the witcher can’t help but catch his hand, holding those slender fingers in his palm.

They are way too slender, he thinks. Repressed worry bubbles up in his throat again.

“I’m fine now.” Jaskier squeezes his hand reassuringly. “Although I haven’t been for a few months, as you already know.”

“Uh…yes.” Geralt splutters. This closeness, combined with the touch of skin, seems to be slowing his brain. “There are rumors, from outside the castle. It was an attack, wasn’t it? At least that’s what I heard.”

“It was. They used poison, no less. The healers told me that it weakened my heart, even stopped it for a few seconds.” He chuckles sadly, threading their fingers together and pressing both their hands over his chest. “The pain still comes and goes these days, but I cope.”

The thumping underneath Geralt’s hand is rhythmic. Calming. It feels so fragile, especially now that he knows how little it takes to stop it. To snuff out the light in those cornflower-blue eyes along with it. And yet, this heart keeps beating.

“I’m glad you survived, Jaskier.”

The name comes out reverent, like a prayer.

“So am I, my friend.”

“Is that what we are? Friends?”

Moonlight frames Jaskier’s fond expression, giving it a soft glow. Long lashes cast a shadow on his faint blush. A grin spreads across the prince’s face when he answers.

“I hope? Or maybe I can hope for more. After all, this ball is held so I can find my future intended in the crowd.”

The implication makes Geralt’s breath hitch. He blinks.

“You don’t even know my name.”

Jaskier’s eyes darken as he leans in. His hand comes up to cradle Geralt’s chin. “Somehow, I feel like I’ve known you forever.”

The crisp night air is mixed with the fresh smell of grass, but on top of it is a floral scent that reminds him of spring and hope. Geralt lets his senses be overwhelmed by the prince, by his soft breaths ghosting over his skin and those enchanting lips well within reach.

Not getting involved, the back of his mind screams.

Despite himself, Geralt meets Jaskier halfway, their lips a hair’s breadth away when—

The bell strikes. Once, twice…

The noise is the loudest wake-up call, turning Geralt’s blood to ice. What is he doing? Is it midnight already? Fuck… he needs to get out of here before the magic expires.

“I need to go,” Geralt blurts out. “I have to leave right now. Ah… I’m so sorry.”

Jaskier’s brows knit together in confusion. “What is wrong? I thought you—”

“I came here to make sure you are all right, Prince Julian. Nothing more. It was never my intention to let you believe there could be anything else.”

The prince’s face dims at his apology. The dejection on his face tugs at something in Geralt’s chest. It leaves him wanting, but there’s no time. The bell counts down his sentence.

He takes Jaskier’s hand and places a simple kiss there, and turns to leave, only to be halted by the prince’s tightening hold.

“Wait, you don’t have to go."

“You don’t understand,” Geralt’s voice quivers with urgency. “It’s important that I leave.”

Those gentle fingers wrap around Geralt’s steadily, Jaskier’s skin cool against his. The prince continues to ignore his plea. If anything, he steps closer.

“Stay. Please.” Jaskier whispers, and it’s all it takes.

The witcher can break free easily, but for some reason he is unable. For some reason, he feels the weakest he has ever been under the intensity of Jaskier’s pleading gaze.

To his horror, the magic fades. Geralt can feel his hair change and grow longer, his teeth sharpening. The flow of chaos stings his eyes that are certainly turning back to yellow. His face crumbles.

And yet, Jaskier never wavers.

If anything, the adoration in those stormy blues only grows, ever so beautifully, as the swirl of magic circles around Geralt, revealing plain clothes instead of silk.

The bell strikes twelve.

The sound still echoes in the air. Slowly, with the utmost determination, Jaskier’s fingers thread through what is now silver-white hair. Tears glisten in his eyes.

“You told me we were not in a fairy tale, and yet, you try to leave me at midnight. You tried to leave me here under the stars. Alone and heartbroken.” The prince lets out a wet chuckle. “Because you think I wouldn’t recognize the man who saved my life. You think I wouldn’t know the witcher who’s risking everything right now just to see that I am well. I’d know you anywhere, Geralt of Rivia.”

Jaskier’s feather-light touch continues to trace the shell of Geralt’s ear, the tiny scar under his eye, and then finally, the corner of his mouth. It’s not often, in his long life, that Geralt gets his breath taken away, least of all by a prince.

“How?”

“I suspected,” Jaskier whispers. “Or rather I hoped when I saw you in the ballroom. I prayed. That it’s you.”

“You danced with me because—”

“Because I wanted to thank you properly. We were kind of in a hurry last time.” The prince teases, his palm tilting Geralt’s chin. “May I?”

He nods.

As if in a dream, soft lips press against his, tasting of salt and moonlight. Geralt lets out a tiny gasp as Jaskier opens him up patiently and draws it out like they have all the time in the world. Like he’s something to be treated with gentleness. Something to be treasured.

He pulls away panting, only to realize that tears are rolling down Jaskier’s cheeks freely, so he catches them with the pad of his thumb.

“I didn’t mean to upset you.” Geralt shushes him, but Jaskier sniffles with a smile.

“I’m not upset. Trust me when I say these are tears of joy.” Red-rimmed eyes sparkle like the stars. “But Geralt…”

“Yes?”

“Will I see you again?”

Geralt blinks. He only sneaked into a royal court with one goal. Now that he has achieved it and more, there’s nothing that should bring him back to Jaskier again. His heart twists painfully at the idea, and words tumble out of his mouth. The last of his sanity screams against it, and yet his heart has made the decision.

“I hope, Jaskier. I can only hope to see you again.”

Jaskier beams as he presses another kiss to Geralt’s wrist.

“That is enough for me.”

“Your longing eyes grieve what is lost

But naught can change this parting harsh…”

Jaskier’s voice echoes hauntingly. In front of him, the elven family sits huddled together, listening intently. The two children are concentrating so hard that they are almost falling off their parents’ laps. Finally, as the soft strumming of the lute comes to an end, they start clapping with passion.

From a distance, Geralt can only see the prince from behind, but somehow he can sense the big smile Jaskier returns to those excited children. The wind in the Blue Mountains ruffles his brown hair. Jaskier continues to take off the strap and carefully hands the lute to the elven woman.

The witcher approaches quietly.

“…thank you so much! It is such a beautiful instrument.” Jaskier’s voice is warm and welcoming. She’s certainly charmed when they keep talking about music and folk songs.

Geralt stands there and lets Jaskier’s presence wash over him. In the end, it’s the other woman who notices him and gestures in his direction.

Jaskier turns his head and beams.

“Geralt! What brings you here?”

With a few long strides, the prince rushes over and slams their bodies into a bear hug. Anyone who’s not a witcher might have been knocked over by the force, but Geralt catches Jaskier steadily.

“Oh, how I’ve missed you!” Jaskier exclaims as he presses a chaste pack to the corner of Geralt’s mouth. “I haven’t seen you since the manticore hunt.”

“It was still weird that you would want to come with me on hunts.”

“What is life if not to see your favorite witcher in action?” Jaskier waves it off as if a prince getting monster gut all over himself is a common occurrence. He checks Geralt all over. “Anyway, how’s the path treating you, my dear? Any injuries? Exciting stories?”

“The path is fine.” His excitement is too contagious that Geralt feels his lips tug upwards. “And it hasn’t been long. Two months at most.”

“Nonsense. Any amount of time not seeing you feels like ages.”

The parents lead their children away, the girl still humming the song from Jaskier’s private performance.

“I didn’t know the prince could play the lute. Or sing,” he teases.

“Ha! I’m full of surprises, you shall see! Besides, I always thought—” Jaskier cuts himself off, ducks his head before continuing. “I always thought that in another life, I would have been a bard.”

“Would you?”

“Mm-hmm. I would travel the continent, write songs about heroes and adventures. With a lute on my back, I could go to the edge of the world and beyond. Maybe even meet some interesting people, find my muse, or… fall in love.”

He winks at Geralt cheekily when the witcher realizes something.

“So is Jaskier the stage name you picked? For this bard life?”

“Why yes.” Jaskier sounds so surprised. “How do you know? Oh, my dear witcher, you do understand me like no one else! Not even Valdo is a match to you, no matter how well he claims to know me.”

The mention of Valdo Marx’s name sends a pang of bitterness through Geralt, though he has learned long ago that it’s irrational. The prince’s life-long friend, now an important right-hand man, is the most devoted advisor in Jaskier’s council. He’s supported Jaskier in everything throughout his life, having done nothing wrong by the prince, and yet, Geralt can’t bring himself to like the man.

Maybe it’s because of his too-shiny blonde hair. It gives him a headache if he stares at it for too long. Maybe it’s his all-knowing eyes that tend to judge the witcher silently every time they meet. The distrust is too typical for politicians such as him.

Or maybe, it’s because anyone with eyes can see how Valdo is desperately in love with Jaskier, but apparently, it’s not that obvious to the prince himself.

“I know because only you will have a tacky name like Buttercup for your professional career.” The words come out more sour than Geralt expected.

Jaskier squawks with rightful indignation, and Geralt can’t help but snort out a laugh. It’s truly too easy to rile him up.

“It’s just hard to picture.” The witcher continues, while taking Jaskier’s hand. “Someone like you, with soft hands like these. It would take a lot of hard work if you want to make it as a musician. I’m not sure if my prince is up for that job.”

Jaskier slaps him on the arm offendedly. “I’ll have you know, Geralt of Rivia! I am perfectly capable of enduring hardship for the right cause! Now that was truly rude of you to assume that I am spoiled just because I’m a prince! Really, it’s very unbecoming of you!”

“Hmm.” Geralt tilts his head, amused. “And what is a right cause in your book?”

All jokes dissipate after that question.

The prince looks around to the new camps and make-shift houses, everything illuminated by the setting sun. Bonfires are lit where families are gathered after dinner, laughing and dancing together, despite the hardship that brought them here.

“I want everyone on my land to live happily, no matter how they came to Aedirn. I wish they could all see it as a home,” Jaskier says sadly. “That is the most important cause in my life, Geralt. Although I’m not sure if that’s just a fantasy.”

Geralt squeezes the prince’s hands gently. They are exceedingly soft, and cold to the touch. The witcher used to assume that Jaskier just runs a little colder than the average person. But later, to his dismay, he found out that it’s yet another result of the poisoning.

He never wants to see Jaskier’s chest pain flare up again. He never wants to see Jaskier bend over in agony, his hands turning into blocks of ice from the lack of blood flow, his face skin covered in sweat in an instant. Just witnessing it happen almost gives Geralt phantom pain. What’s worse is that there’s nothing he can do but wait it out, holding Jaskier close and rocking him back and forth slowly.

At least he’s now feeling contrite. Teasing Jaskier about not being strong enough was a low blow, when in fact, the young prince is the furthest from deserving such an accusation.

He doesn’t need swords or muscles to be strong.

Jaskier is strong for his stubbornness and his unwavering faith. The elven settlement around them is the best testament. He carried on despite being hated by all other kingdoms, despite the attempt on his life, one that was nearly fatal. One that still hurts him in the quiet of the night.

“Fantasy or not,” Geralt’s insides melt at the way Jaskier looks at him expectantly. “I’d like to see it through with you, if you allow me to.”

Blue eyes suddenly sparkle with renewed excitement.

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying, Geralt?” Jaskier asks carefully as if he could spook the witcher. “Are you finally saying yes to my proposal?”

“I’m considering it.”

“You’ve been considering it since the first time I asked!”

“You asked on our third ever meeting, Jaskier.” Geralt chuckles in exasperation. “And you’ve been asking every time we see each other.”

“And you’ve been giving me the same response every time.” His pout is too adorable Geralt wants to kiss it away. “One might suggest it’s rude to string a prince along like this.”

Geralt hums while cupping Jaskier’s jaw in his palm, tilting it so their gazes meet.

“One might also suggest that our beloved Prince Julian is too good for a witcher like me.”

Ho only means to joke but the smile on Jaskier’s face falls, hurt immediately replacing the earlier chirpiness.

“Shit, Jask… Forget I said that.” Geralt closes his eyes, regretting having ruined the moment.

“Darling, we talked about this.”

“No, you’re right. Of course…”

Jaskier takes the witcher’s hand and places a kiss in his palm. “I won’t allow terrible things to be said about the man I love, and that includes you, my dear. I’d hate it if you joined those senseless folk who can’t see you for the good man you are.” He bites into his lower lip. “Now, I understand if you have reservations about us. I mean, what I am… or what I do, is a lot. I won’t rush you into a decision anymore. I never meant to pressure you.”

“That’s not what I’m saying, Jaskier.” Geralt pinches the bridge of his nose. “We are from completely different worlds. Anyone who has eyes will tell you we’re not compatible.”

“Did Valdo say something to you again? Or is that truly what you believe?” Jaskier takes a step back. “Do you wish to end things with me? I—I’ll understand if you want to—"

“No, Jask.”

“—I know how much I’m keeping you in Aedirn, and maybe you wish to be free of court rules and politics and—”

“Jaskier.” Geralt interjects, and cornflower blues meet him in earnest. He knows too well how the prince could spiral out of control, dredging up all the terrible scenarios hidden in the dark corner of his mind. Jaskier looks so lost right now and all Geralt wants to do is make it better, so he does it with action, as always.

He kisses Jaskier with a bruising force. It’s too rushed, too clumsy compared to the gentle caress they normally share, but it conveys everything Geralt cannot promise yet. Not out loud. Not right now.

Geralt threads his fingers into the hair at the nape of Jaskier’s neck, playing with the soft locks. He lets Jaskier lean against his shoulder when they break off the kiss.

“I’m yours, my prince,” he whispers.

“Have I told you how much I love it when you call me that.”

Geralt hides his amusement in soft brown hair.

“Many times, my prince,” he indulges Jaskier. “And yet I cannot help but worry. I fear that things will not work because of our differences. I am a witcher. I am the Butcher of Blaviken, no matter how noble you believe me to be. I will never become someone else. Not like in fairy tales, where a farm girl can transform into a princess and suddenly become worthy of her prince. I fear you’ll make too many compromises because of who I am, bear too many scrutinies, and you will end up resenting me.”

Jaskier shakes his head at those words, his hair ticking Geralt’s ear.

“You speak of my sacrifices, but what about you?” His hand rests between Geralt’s shoulder blades. “You’ve walked the continent for so long. Will you resent me for caging you in a castle because of who I am?”

“Jaskier,” Geralt breathes the name solemnly. “You promised to never trap me in the drudgery of court life. You promised that no matter what we become, I can always return to my path when my heart desires. I trust you on that.”

“And I trust you in return, that you won’t dishonor me. Not in ways that matter.”

They pull away. The sun is hanging just on the horizon, drawing a golden line around Jaskier’s hair.

“I will ask one thing of you, my prince,” Geralt says. “Allow me more time to be sure. Of myself and of our future.”

Jaskier’s eyes crinkle at the corners, taking the witcher’s hand and presses it over his heart, where the doublet is left wide open. The warmth of his skin seeps through the thin chemise and into Geralt’s calloused palm.

“Don’t you see, my darling? I’d give you the stars if you asked. What is a little more time?” His chest rises and falls. “Although I need you to promise something as well.”

“What is it?”

The last of the sunlight fades, darkening Jaskier’s eyes like a stormy night.

“Don’t break my heart in the meantime.”

The plea comes out desperate, vulnerable. Under his palm, Geralt feels the soft thumping that he knows to be fragile.

“I won’t,” he breathes the words reverently. “I promise.”

Jaskier’s heart is so full of the world and its sufferings, so full that there’s hardly room left for himself. So full that the witcher should build a shrine for whatever gods out there that it gives him any attention. To think that he has any power over it, that he can hurt it easily, makes his stomach turn.

He’d live out his life fulfilling that promise if allowed.

The witcher walks the path just like he’s done for the past decades. Temeria’s wind is as freezing as ever, and its secrets even more so.

Another dangerous contract is nothing new, and yet, something in him shifts. Somehow, the days ahead are no longer painted with monotonous black and white, but an unpredictable mixture of colors—orange like the setting sun on Jaskier’s long lashes, or rosy-pink like the too-easy blush that dusts over his cheeks when he’s pretending to be unaffected by Geralt’s attention.

More often than not, he sees in his future the blue of Jaskier’s eyes, deep and vast like the sea.

The same blue is what flashes across Geralt’s eyes as the striga’s teeth bury into his neck. With the crypt cold and hard against his back, the witcher would laugh at the irony of it if not for the blood choking in his throat.

Funny how the moment of revelation does not come in a whirlwind of poetry, one that is befitting to Jaskier. The moment Geralt realizes that he is finally ready to take Jaskier’s hand might just be his last moment.

He drifts into bottomless darkness and wakes to cool fingers on his forehead.

And here Jaskier is, sitting by his bedside, his frame so lonely in the Temple of Melitele. A relieved sigh by his lips and tired bruises under his eyes. Gone is his composed regality. Jaskier looks like he hasn’t slept in days, like he just rode all the way here with wind still in the tousled mess of his hair.

“Yes,” Geralt croaks.

The prince rushes forward to fuss over his bandages and splints, cooing with the most distressed frown. “What do you need, my dear?”

“Yes.” Geralt takes Jaskier’s hand, caressing those cool fingers. The stitches in his neck tug uncomfortably.

“Yes, I’ll marry you, my prince.”

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