#verse: half agony half hope
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Anon asked how a proposal might happen for Steve and Tony in Half Agony Half Hope considering their tricky history. I’ve answered this before but not as a proper fic, so here goes:
Steve/Tony established relationship, future timestamp for Half Agony Half Hope
Tony’s still browsing his tablet but he’s starting to get sleepy, which isn’t helped by the fact that he’s sunk even further into the pillows he’s lying on. He thinks Steve might be getting tired, too – his fingers are still massaging around Tony’s calf and knee, but the motions have slowed down.
“I have a question,” Steve says. “You don’t need to answer if you don’t want to, it’s fine. It’s just a… hypothetical, I suppose.”
“Still on about the launch platform?” Tony asks. “Because I really would rather check first before we—”
“No, it’s something else.” Steve is sitting on the mattress with his legs crossed, with Tony’s leg draped over his lap. He’s relaxed, almost lazy, but some thoughtful glint in his eye makes Tony quickly blink his sleepiness away. Steve says, “Again, just a hypothetical, and you don’t have to—”
“I don’t have to answer if I don’t want to, got it,” Tony says.
“You ever think about getting married?” Steve makes a face at himself, as though amused by his own choice of words. “I meant, all else aside, is marriage on the table for you? Now, after everything?”
“Yeah,” Tony says, the word coming out easier than he thought it might, considering the sudden skip of his heart. Because the answer is easy, these past years have been nothing but turning his new relationship with Steve inside out and studying it from every angle and understand what both of them want. “It sure is.”
“So if I were to ask you… Not that I’m asking,” Steve adds, with a little friendly sternness that has Tony huffing a laugh. “I’m not asking that.”
“I know,” Tony says. “You’re asking what my answer would be if you asked.”
“Yes, exactly.”
“I’d say yes. Whole heart, yes.” Tony sighs. “I remember that question being so fucking terrifying, just saying anything at all was like spitting nails. But now? Yeah, I’d marry the hell out of you, Steve. If that was something you wanted.”
“If I wanted.” Steve nods. “Sounds like you’ve been thinking about it.”
“Of course I have.” Tony rolls his eyes at himself. “I mean, yes, I have. Thinking about the long haul, all that. You? Been thinking about it?”
“Yes,” Steve says.
Tony swallows. “So, is that something you want?”
“I think so.” Steve frowns. “I know so. But it’s not a dealbreaker, that’s what I’m trying to say.”
“Yeah, I get you.”
Steve doesn’t say anything else to follow up, and Tony accepts it with a nod. Of course Steve’s gun-shy; Tony doesn’t blame him at all for that. Anyway with Steve now having the answer up front, he can decide on what he wants to do with that, if to make a production or let it simmer, or let that be the extent of the promise they make to each other.
Tony realizes that he’s fine with any and all of the above. He has Steve, in ways he’d never thought possible to share a life with someone else. He doesn’t think he’s capable of being any more contented than he already is.
“Would you like to go to a jeweler?” Steve asks. “To have a look at rings?”
Tony slowly meets Steve’s gaze. “Just to look?”
“I’m not asking anything,” Steve says slowly. “We can just see what’s out there.”
“I’d make you a ring.”
Steve starts a little. “That’s what you want?”
“I’ve thought about it. Hadn’t drawn anything up, though. Just a vague idea.”
“Can get more ideas at a jeweler,” Steve suggests.
“That is also true. Stop that for a second.” Tony, still holding onto the tablet, gets up wriggles his way across the mattress so that he can plant himself next to Steve, his chin resting on Steve’s shoulder. Perfect place to be, and less chance for Steve to escape when Tony says, “I would like to clarify. You’re not asking.”
“I’m not asking,” Steve agrees.
“But you’re going to ask.”
Steve licks his lips. “I’m going to ask.”
“And I’m going to say yes.”
Steve exhales shakily, and nods to show that he heard that loud and clear. “All right.”
“Good talk.” Tony kisses Steve, intending to make it quick and sweet, but Steve’s fingers come to rest at Tony’s jaw, turning the kiss lingering and sweet.
That feels right. As right and as easy as Tony’s answer of yes.
When Tony pulls back, it’s to flip his tablet back open. “Okay, you got a store in mind or shall we just see what the algorithm brings up?”
“Let’s do a search,” Steve says. “And I’m, uh. I’m sorry that I didn’t keep the old ring.”
“Geez, no, don’t apologize for that,” Tony says, surprised. “It’s good you got rid of it.”
“You think so?” Steve sounds relieved. “I’ve been thinking that way as well, but I wasn’t sure if…”
“New vibe, new ring,” Tony says firmly. “Better idea, yes?”
“Agreed.”
#scaramouche answers asks#anonymous#scaramouche writes superhusbands fic#verse: half agony half hope
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starter for @cptnpike
she can’t help herself - as much as she knows she has her place, her work space and her console to occupy the time before they jump to warp. standing away from her post, looking out over the vastness that stretches out ahead of the ship - the viewscreen wide enough , magnified slightly to view the nebula that swirls and moves ahead of them. avi’s eyes follow the light , the heave and flex - the motion of the dust and gas that builds and sways ahead in the pitch black. she’d missed this more than she cared to admit to anyone else - the spark in her eyes the only indication, the her hands landing at her hips as a deep sigh of relief she didn’t even realises she was holding in escapes from between her lips. there’s a peace up here she didn’t even realise she was lacking. a peace that flows over her suddenly, filling her soul to brim - only interrupted by the high pitched whistle, the signal which demands that she snap back to the here and now as transporter doors open with a hiss. captain on the bridge
captain on the bridge.
funny, how time flows differently when it comes to memories. how much people can change in what feels like the blink of an eye. only this has been five years ( five years, three months, two days if she’s really counting ... ) and her hazels focus on him as if she’s trying to find recognisable shapes in clouds. reaching for something that should be familiar but seems so far away and changed that there’s no hope. he’s the same but so different. not how she remembers. ( but what does she remember aside from kind words traced gently against her knuckles ? promises, ideas and aspirations she’d thought she could follow through with. to follow him - to go together. but it had never happened. it was never meant to happen. she couldn’t ... ) but somehow he’s everything - every dark shape that’s flickered through her dreams, the nightmares and regrets that still bounce around her mind when she tries to sleep. resting hands slip from her hips, moving to fold behind her back as avi stands to attention with the rest of the crew - watching and waiting. she swallows hard against the palpable regret that starts to build against her quickly beating heart, unwavering steadfastness - focus. silence. captain christopher pike was like a ghost once. only now he’s here, fixed and real - nothing like her memory tells her he should be.
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needed a more accurate ref sheet for these two so u r looking at that!!!! simplified some details to be less overly complex n tightened up the palettes in the process
additionally comments including previous info i dont wanna link to and way too much world info:
as b4, rick is a normal human. morticia is a half-witch - jerry is the witch bloodline in question (agony to rick bc he was hoping this was a verse beth DIDNT marry jerry when he found out). witches live in a kindve attached dimension to earth. magic shit. he likes collecting witch literature bc theyre so fucking weird n usually infused w weird magic.
rick is v nice by rick standards n also a major creep lol. the medical shit does weird most ricks out n also they think hes a pussy for caring so much abt kerping morticia safe n sane (except for x-143 on both 😘)
ricks science tends to focus on biology n hes REALLY excited by medical procedures n discovering how different soecies function. he does regular rick shit on occasion but hes kindve too lazy n comfortable to do shit morticia isnt up for too. hashtag most normal rick. used to be more dickish but he got humbled fast by the world lol. they do bicker like regular rick n mortys though. still very much has the capacity to be a normal rick if provoked.
these two are in an oc verse i have too much lore for so i could really go on all day abt the specifics but to be vague witches are a subrace of things called shadows. considered humans while humans are considered mortals. lifespans are expanded. harder to kill. witches even half witches typically have grey skin too but i needed morticia to be visibly herself. witches are the only shadows who can do magic from birth, while other shadows (its pretty much just witches, fae folk, and deathwalkers/normie supernaturals) have to learn it n usually HAVE to use channeling devices like wands while witches use their hands. magic users typically have an element they naturally are good at n can learn others - these other elements are usually what wands are for.
public displays of magical scars is considered like. uncouth. even the hand ones, thus gloves are a societal default and otherwise ur supposed to cover up or charm evidence away. rick obviously does not give a shit n it makes him stand out a LOT more than he should. bc of this, morticia is a lot more comfy around him n more confident as a result. ricks also the only person whos seen her hands ungloved bc of needing to patch her up after backfired adventures. highly personal thing in witch culture etc.
as the last scarring is also considered improper to show off bc 'only non-witches fuck up magic enough to get scarred' witches are v high-society pretentious types, usually high in the government etc. other shadows dont give a shit lol.
scars in question are all from morticias electricity magic kindve exploding on them during a really high stress situation. yewouch!
uh oh morticia goes to a mage academy. public educations kinda meh among shadows but witches have fancy magic schools. full-time magic users are called mages (pc term bc witches used to just claim it b4 other ppl started doing magic too) bc everythings complicated w shadows.
#rick sanchez#morty smith#morticia smith#dork art#looong ass comments on cut sorry#hold on i need to draw him n x-143 tgat was the whole point of x-143#nightmare ram
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I swear I don't mean for this to come off as rude! If it ends up being something rude, I apologize so so so so so much!
You post about your chronic illness, and I want to ask about how I would represent chronic illness in a character? (Without most of the lore, Vanitas from Kingdom Hearts only had half of a [metaphysical, kinda like a soul but souls are separate] heart and is said in the novel [I wanna say, I know it's said somewhere] to constantly be in pain or near-constantly be in pain because of it)
I don't know how to go about it, I don't trust Google to give me a good answer, and you're the only person on Tumblr I've really interacted with who could help me.
Again, I'm so sorry if this ends up being something rude. I'm not trying to be rude if I am.
Oh, don’t worry, my friend!! This isn’t rude at all! I’m really appreciative when people come to me asking about specific illnesses/experiences. It’s one reason I talk about mine a lot.
As for writing chronic pain? I’ve definitely got some tips for that.
Let it drain your character. They won’t have the same energy levels as characters without chronic pain. It’s just not possible.
On occasion, let it stop your character. A lot of abled people say “don’t let your disability stop you” and I’m convinced they don’t know what disabled means. It 100%, absolutely does stop us from doing things. So yeah, let it stop your character from achieving certain goals, even if they’re just little ones.
Your character will have good days and bad days, good moments or bad moments. As a chronic pain patient, I can wake up one day and have my baseline pain level and feel kind of “okay”, but then there are other days where I wake up in agony. However, this kind of thing can change on a dime. A bad pain day can start in the middle of a good pain day, or vice versa. Chronic pain can be unpredictable sometimes.
However, there are situations where chronic pain is predictable. For example, I know that walking around a mall would make me unable to move hours later. So, naturally, that’s not something I do. There are situations that will exacerbate pain. Have your character, (if they’re well versed in their own chronic pain) know what these situations are.
Finally? It’s okay for the chronic pain to take up a lot of the character. People tell me I’m not my disability, but it’s something I have to deal with on the daily, minute by minute. It’s part of my identity whether I want it to be or not. So, let it be part of the character’s identity. They don’t have to be accepting or at peace with this, but it’s something that happens.
I really hope this helps! Thank you for coming to me and feel free to ask anymore questions! I don’t mind at all!
#asks#writing#writing tips#chronic pain#actually chronically ill#actually disabled#writing disability#writing disabled characters
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Chapter One
a/n: okay i’m a shit writer and i have a bad habit of hating something write after i post it, so this is the updated version of chapter one fml
“Do you remember the night we met?”
A sweet smile crept up onto her face, one she couldn’t hide, but tried to as she took another sip from the glass in her hand.��
“I do.”
“Ooh, haven’t heard those words in a while.”
“Shut up.” she lets out a giggle at his lame attempt at a joke, one he takes personally, apparently.
“Oi, fuck you then.” he bites, failing to hide the smirk on his face behind his own glass.
“Make me.”
“Easy.” he warns with one finger. “Don’t make me come over there.”
It was always so effortless for them, the connection they had. Even though his comment made him sound like such a dad, she loved it.
“Best first date ever though, right?”
She fights a smile at the smirk on his face before taking another sip as he continues with his speech-like point.
“No matter how much I forget short term, I still remember that night like it was yesterday.”
March 2nd, 2016
“I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
Parker's quickly adding blush to her cheeks and white knuckles her hairbrush as she rushes through the motions of getting ready. All the while genuinely shocked by her own actions, that she’s actually going through with this. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
She kept repeating herself over and over; probably a half-assed attempt at soothing her anxiety as she sped off down the street and made her way into the city. It was her first date in five years—how people do this on a regular basis, she truly can’t fathom how.
“You’ll be fine.” Sam laughs. “You're insane.”
“It’s not funny!” she scolds with a smile. “I haven’t been on a date in six months.”
“So what’s the worst that can happen?” she exclaims. “You’re gorgeous. You’d have to say something horrible, like…you hate ice cream, or something.”
“Will you stop.” Nina giggles. “I’m trying not to freak out.”
"Dude, no wonder you're freaking out."
“What?” Nina whips around to look at her friend, eyes wide at her phone and forcing her to wait in agony. “What?!”
"He's hot." Sam gapes. "Like, hot hot."
"I know." she whines. "I hope it goes well."
"It will."
Not to be cliche, but to say Harry is gorgeous is the understatement of the year.
He was really cute, no doubt about it. He had that all-American baby face, good hair—
and those eyes, my God.
It’s important to mention, though, that if he was simply looks and there was no substance to him then there would’ve been a zero percent chance of her falling for him like she did. But there were little things that set him apart from others.
He sends video messages instead of dry texts, full face pics instead of a blank screen and actually makes plans without her having to ask him to. This seemed like a win.
The more time that passed by, anxiously waiting for his car to pull up in her best friend's driveway, the more nerves started to build up. Mistaking anxiety for butterflies was a feeling Nina knew all too well. Her past few boyfriends weren’t exactly Romeo Montecue, so she was well versed in spotting a bad boy from a mile away.
Deep breaths. Whatever happens, happens.
It’s easy to say, but as much of a control freak as Nina is over her life, so much easier said than done.
"He’s here!"
His warm smile and greeting was calming, soothing her anxiety a bit. The drive was only a few minutes, but it felt longer. In a good way. He really wanted his hand to hold hers, but he was nervous. Little too soon too, right?
“You look really beautiful.” he breathes. “I mean, you look amazing.”
She bashfully thanks him, looking down at her knees while he’s keeping himself from putting his hand on one of them.
“Okay,” he sighs, trying to distract himself. “What music do you wanna to listen to?”
Of course, she gave him the typical response that the genre didn’t matter. “It doesn’t matter, anything.”
“Really? ‘Cause I don’t think you’d like the music I listen to.” he jokes.
She shakes her head dismissively in response to his satiricy. “It’s fine.”
“It’s fine?” he teases, leaning into her as he starts messing with the aux. “I mean, it’s kinda metal.”
“Perfect.”
He shows her two bands, and she recognizes both almost immediately.
“I grew up listening to this.”
“Really?!”
“Yeah,” she continues. “My dad loves rock music, we’d always listen to it all the time.”
“Ah, gotcha.” he nods before referring back to the previous conversation. “Yeah, I just went to one of their concerts, actually.”
It was obvious that Harry was a passionate person; passionate about things he loved, like music. He was showing her concert videos on his phone and was telling her about the ideas and concepts behind each of his favorite bands.
“I love that…that’s what makes big artists as successful as they are.” she adds. “When you have something that sets you apart from everyone else.”
He can’t help himself, looking at her in pure disbelief for a moment before turning back, laying his head on his headrest. “You are the girl of my dreams, Kendall.”
“How was your drive here, by the way?”
Okay, maybe she could tolerate some small talk…from certain people.
She also begrudgingly knows that you have to have some miniscule amount of small talk to get to know each other, so she allows it.
They quickly discovered there was a natural flow between them, something that you couldn’t force. It was just there.
He catches himself staring at her in awe, but he couldn’t help himself. The high points of her face were glowing in the moonlight.
His eyes were so much greener now that he’s right in front of her. He was gorgeous. Everything about him was perfect. Lips, eyes, hair, everything.
“Where did you come from?”
She turns her head, looking out at the skyline. She doesn’t quite know what to say, and doesn’t really have time. He places two fingers on the right side of her jaw, turning her head. She smiles out of knowing what he’s doing, and her smile is contagious, leading him to quickly mirror her action.
He kisses her.
And in that moment, nothing else mattered, and everything made sense.
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@witchcraftandburialdirt asked:
Upon the dock they stood, the nightly tresses of his benefactor seemed to frolic amongst the salt soaked wind, flavored by the very sea whose waves seemed to bow before his beauty, though no pleasure crossed his features as he gazed outwards in the direction of home. Home which now felt so foreign and far as the promise of unfulfilled joy consumed his very being, a bitter fate which he had paid for marked into reality by plank falling onto timber. The gulls' aubade to the morning sun resounded in the man's ears as screams, as if to weep upon the agony of passion below them, a sweet poison coursing within the man's veins which was placed upon him throughout the passage of time-- one where the fury of the field was the only place solace existed. Yet in the silence of the slain and the intimacy inside woven walls, the man found only the whispers of Tarhos' voice; deep and rumbling like thunder over wheat, and yet…so tender in his words. As though each was entreating for the grace and mercy the knight had never received within his life span, a hushed cry meant solely for him. He closed his eyes, forcing himself to imagine the night without that voice, without being held so comfortably, without his blue eyes to stare into and lips to kiss.
The vision reminded him of the Hell priests would warn of. How could he ever be happy again without having him by his side to hold and cherish?
The paralians were swift to cut the ropes, releasing sails which eagerly caught the tempest within their canvas. Before this time…long ago, those great sails would have been the victory banner of Christ, stitched together with angel's raiments as they were hoisted into the beautiful azure of the morning sky. Yet this covenant of hope was embittered, what would have once brought him joy had burned into ash on his tongue. Freedom and home…did they truly mean anything now with this burning fire within the cavern of his chest which only cried for one thing? One simple, lovely thing that would be ripped from his hands the moment his foot stepped onto that ship. That single movement would throw Tarhos into his past with only a marbled face carved from memory to be his bride. How foolish could one be, to toss a life of sunshine and quiet meadows away if only to be beside one man who brought such brutality and anguish? To stand so close to that which he had longed for, only to now feel half-hearted and bereft about such a blessing; it could never amount to the whispered prayers placed against his neck within the nights' hours.
Not when blood soaked hands cradled his hips as though holding communion, a reverent touch remarked by the essence of fluttering desire brought to life by the breathy refrains which left their lips after each shared kiss. How the Knights' breath and voice filled his spirit with the tolling of death bells and the song of church choirs; a cacophony of dread and brilliance wrapped into a singular man which held his heart tightly–as if ready to feast upon it. By now that carnivorous carnal hunger was less a blanket over them both and moreso a red threaded border which swaddled this newfound emotion. That which vexes all men, what it meant— and how that feeling would doom him, but alas…Tarhos was the one thing he would never repent for. He swallowed the pit of misery in his throat, feeling it build into a slowly filling pool of dread ── He couldn't do it - he wouldn't, and so, his plush lips parted to speak:
“I … I don’t want to go. I want to stay here with you, like this, forever. Even after life.
── Medieval Verse
There was something always so solemn about the coast, it's beautiful blue waves lapping against the pale beaches with hundreds of ships some trading bodies like they were cattle put to auction. He was no stranger to cages like that. Huddled together with other men and women passing disease between each other like the very air they were breathing was caustic to their lungs. The same venom held even now when he knew what the plan was, what the maiden had asked of him so long ago. The ache in his chest wasn't the air this time as much as he would pretend it was. No. Haruko had swiftly become his entire world.
Every scream from the gulls sounded like a murder and the unfurling of sales like the wings of a great beast ready to snatch him from his grasp, but he had no right to demand the other to stay. While the knight knew cages and long roads very well, the maiden knew the sea and the shackles below deck. Passed between lords like a prized canary to sing for their amusement his wings had been clipped every time they grew back. He knew the snarling cornered animal in his tent when they first met far better than most. He was just a bed warmer to the captain, a piece of flesh to keep his rabid dog satisfied and yet... he never touched him.
The silence was deafening, but all he could do was watch. For all his faults he would never force someone to stay near him. Haru was his own person just like he was even if most wouldn't see it that way. He watched the wool of the maiden's dress flutter in the wind and the last call for boarding overtook the gulls screams before the maiden's voice pierced the silence and a wave of relief like he had never known washed over him, "...I want you to stay too." A quiet admission, but relief flooded every word. The knight helped the maiden down from the dock and back into his arms.
If there was divinity he had found it in every fiber that made up the warmth of the man in his arms as if he were the rib plucked from Adam to make Eve. He was everything he never wanted to let go of.
#ic#𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 - [ 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘩𝘰𝘴 ]#𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘰𝘥𝘴 𝘞𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘈𝘵 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘎𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘉𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘥 - [ 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘶𝘬𝘰]#hi I love them a normal amount-
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Can I request a fic for eddie?
I have constant chronic pain. It is literally everywhere that has joints or muscle but it is the worst in the lower back, neck, shoulders and hands.
Sometimes it gets so bad I can't move without wanting to scream. And Sometimes my joints lock or my muscles seize and I literally can't move at at.
Rubbing or heating it helps, but I have never been able to get full relief. Partially to my inability to get close to people
I was wondering if you could write for a reader with something like this? (Or just normal chronic pain)
Maybe he didnt know about it (I tend to not share as it makes people pity me) till the reader has a bad day or locks up in front of them (sometimes my knees just buckle and I drop) (and then can't move for like thirty minutes).
Or just anything really, I'm having a bad day and would love the comfort
Loved your vamp Eddie BTW. Would love to see a part two if you want to write it :)
(So sorry this took me a few days to get around to writing! I hope you’re not in much pain atm :( I’m not well versed on chronic pain but I did a lil research so I hope its at least a lil factual! Thank you for the love on vamp!eddie <3333 a part 2 is on the way ~)
It doesn’t matter how much time passes, every now and then a new pain crops up in a muscle or joint you didn’t even know you had. Leaving you tender and slightly cranky at times.
No one apart from your parents knew about your condition, not wanting to see the looks of pity on people’s faces when they discover the constant acute pain you’re in. You hadn’t even told your boyfriend, Eddie. He was the epitome of a bleeding heart, and you knew as soon as you told him, he would flit around you constantly. He’d already stopped you from coming to his gigs for a while after a stray fist pump caught you in the temple. God knows how he would react to knowing how accustomed to that pain you already were.
You swear you’re good at hiding the ache deep set in your muscles but today was truly the worst flare-up you’d had in years. Every small movement left your joints screaming in agony and all you wanted to do was lay in bed, motionless, and wait for it to pass. For the roaring flames licking at your every limb to dull down to the usual small sparks. But you had promised Eddie that the two of you would go out for a picnic, since the weather was just cool enough to avoid the normal sticky-hot heat of Indiana summer.
Even lifting the empty picnic basket left you nearly in tears, gulping down the lump forming in your throat as you step out the door. The trailer park was usually a brisk 10 minute walk but, with every agonising step, it took you over half an hour before you were slightly limping down the stone path to his trailer.
He was sitting on his porch, wild hair contained in a low bun, a lit cigarette hanging from his lips. He was effervescent, even in his usual attire of a Judas Priest t-shirt and ragged black, ripped jeans. The second he spotted you, those doe eyes sparkled and he began to bound down the road to meet you. Forcing yourself to walk as normal as possible, you brace for the impact of his hug.
Long arms wrap tightly around your shoulders, further igniting the intense flames blazing inside you. The searing pain is only dampened by his hand rubbing softly along the backs of your shoulders, appeasing the burning phoenix nestled there.
“Hi, sweetheart. You ready to go? I got all the stuff ready on the table inside.”
Not trusting yourself to speak, you nod and allow him to guide you into his trailer. Each step feels like sharp needles being jabbed into the soles of your feet and you regret ever agreeing to this date.
“You ok, sweets? You’re looking a lil pale?”
You love Eddie, but at this moment, you hate just how perceptive he is. You look back from the table and try to give him a smile, but it comes out more like a grimace. “I’m ok, my love, just feeling a little under the weather today. Don’t worry about me, we have a picnic to get to!”
Hoping the mention of the picnic will distract him, you return to packing the picnic basket. Fingers cramping around the small cucumber sandwiches he’d obviously spent a while making, you sense his presence as he leans his head on top of yours.
“You sure? We can just chill here if you’re not feeling too good. I still have that copy of Ghostbusters that I convinced Steve to sneak out from Family Video.”
You love him, he is kind and sweet and just wants to make sure you’re ok.
You repeat these thoughts over and over in your mind, trying to extinguish the anger simmering low in your stomach. He did nothing to deserve your temper, but you were just in so much pain.
“C’mon darling, talk to me. Do you have a headache? Bad tummy? Do you have to poop?”
He lowers his voice at the end, jokingly as he pokes you in the side. The sting that emanates from the pressure is the final straw.
“Jesus, Eddie! Do you not want to go to the picnic or something? Can’t you just say that instead of trying to annoy me into not wanting to go? I said I’m fine, why can you not just drop it!”
Obviously not expecting your reaction, he recoils slightly, hands frozen as they hover over your sides. You feel awful for yelling at him but the way you tensed your whole body makes you feel like every nerve is igniting all at once. You go to turn to face him, leg twisting awkwardly, and before you can warn him, you drop to the floor, knees buckling under the intense pain.
You hit the ground, both knees slamming down painfully. Wincing, you know you won’t be able to move anytime soon so you resign yourself to slowly manoeuvring into a more comfortable position. Eddie finally snaps back into action, crouching down to match your line of sight.
“Sweetheart?! You ok? What happened? Do you need to go to the hospital? I can take you in the van, it’s not too far -”
Before he can work himself up into more of a panic, you reach out and grab his hand, silencing him. “No no, it’s fine. Honestly. This happens sometimes. I’m sorry for yelling, I’m just in a little bit of pain that’s all.”
“Little bit of pain? You’re shaking.”
You hadn’t even realised the hand wrapped around his is trembling slightly, too focused on the pain overtaking your body.
“I’m used to it, Eds. Just give me a few minutes.”
He huffs at this, moving to sit down across from you. His eyebrows are drawn tensely and you can already tell you’re about to receive one of his famous lectures.
“You’re not ok. You’re sweating and shaking and obviously in pain. You don’t need to hide it from me. I’m your boyfriend, I’m supposed to look after you if you’re not feeling well, the same way you look after me. Now what do you mean you’re used to it? Tell me what’s happening, I just wanna help you, darling.”
Despite the pain in your fingers, you entangle them around his, using them to ground yourself. Squeezing them periodically to stop them from fully seizing, you look into his worried eyes.
“Don’t go all mother hen on me, ok? I suffer from chronic pain. And I mean suffer. This shit sucks. Normally I can handle it, but I’m in the middle of a flare up so it feels like every single part of my body is on fire. All at the same time. I’ve had it for a while and it’s never been this bad.”
“Baby…”
There it is. The pity in his eyes. You hate it.
“Don’t you dare pity me, Eddie Munson. I can deal with it. It’s just sometimes my legs lock up or my knees buckle and it takes me a while to be able to get up and walk. I’ll be fine in like 30 minutes or so, and then we’re going on that damn picnic.”
The pity dissipates from his eyes, left with only mirth. He leans forward, pressing a small kiss to the furrow of your brow. “Ok, sweets. Damn, I don’t know how you do it. I get a cold and I’m out for a whole week. You’re, like, metal as fuck, you know that, right?”
You smile back, feeling your muscles slacken at his compliments, the flames rearing back a bit but still licking harshly at your muscles. Squeezing his hand once more, you smirk at him. “So that means I’m more metal than you?”
“Oh, definitely. Can’t believe I landed the most metal babe around. Damn, I’m lucky.”
“And don’t you forget it, Munson.”
You both sit for a moment, enjoying the comfortable silence surrounding you. Eddie moves, and you can almost see the lightbulb form over his head as he shoots up from the ground.
“Is there anything I can get you that will help? Wayne’s got a hot water bottle here somewhere for when his back plays up. Or we have frozen peas? We might have a tube of Deep Heat around here somewhere.”
You lie back slowly, wincing with every movement. “A hot water bottle would be great, thanks.”
He moves to find it somewhere in the mess of Wayne’s room. At least you knew where Eddie got it from. Eyes closing, you allow yourself to relax into the carpet, willing the ache in your muscles to slowly ebb away. You listen as he sets the kettle on the stove, the sound of the gas sparking to light.
A few minutes pass, and you hear the shuffle of his sock-bound feet moving towards you. Eyes opening, you smile weakly up at him as he hands you the full hot water bottle. You rest it on your chest, not wanting to risk popping the seal if you placed it under you, hoping the warmth will soak through to the back of your aching shoulders.
“Anything else I can do for you, my liege?” He dips his head in a clumsy bow, pulling a small giggle from you.
“No, I should be fine. Just gotta let it do its thing.”
He hums in response, coming to sit back down beside you. His hand rests on your knee, rubbing soothing circles into it. You can’t help the sigh of relief at the feeling of his fingers pressing through the tender joint. His hand freezes at the sound.
“I’m sorry, did that hurt? I did it without thinking, I’m sorry.” He goes to withdraw his hand but stops as a whine escapes you at the loss of warmth.
“No, it feels good. Sometimes massaging it helps with the achiness.”
He continues to rub your knee, pressing in a little deeper as he gauges your reaction. Attentive as always, he switches between deep presses and light squeezes, depending on whether you relax or tense at his actions.
“Then consider me your personal masseuse.”
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The cucumber sandwiches still get eaten, your body resting against Eddie’s as the two of you slowly work your way through the feast. He insists on feeding you, not wanting your fingers to hurt anymore than they already do.
You never got to the picnic site, but you couldn’t think of a better way to get through your flare up than lying here on the scratchy trailer carpet floor with a boyfriend who alternates between massaging your knees and shoulders, and a cosy hot water bottle.
#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson scenario#eddie munson x reader#eddiedoll!ask#eddie x reader#eddie munson fanfic
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Hi, I'm really enjoying reading you headcanons. Can we hear more about these badass Lilith headcanons?
Also I agree she deserves to more than just punch that guy. 💙
Thank you. I wasn’t expecting an ask.
Well for starters, I think the Emperor’s Coven routinely practices hand to hand combat and weapon combat as seen with the Scouts holding weapons in Agony of a Witch when they were attacking the house. I also assume it’s because they no longer have their palismans and are required to use magic without them. So, I believe they would branch out into other forms of combat.
While Lilith may have kept her Palisman, she doesn’t mind getting involved in spars with the Coven Scouts or Scout Captains. Her preferred weapons of choice are a sword and a staff. I refuse to believe she just uses that for show, as I think she spent hours perfecting her sword technique. She likes the elegance and grace of sword fighting, but isn’t above use her slender frame and speed to maim or in some cases, kill a person.
She uses a staff in training with the Scouts and Captains as that is the primary training tool within the Coven. It reminds her of using the broom back when she was a teenager, but quickly squishes it as she sweeps a Scout off their feet. She uses the staff with just as much precision as she does with the sword or her usual staff. It’s almost second nature. Sometimes there’s a faint blue glow as she taps a bit of her magic to blip around.
Another weapon that she prefers are throwing knives, as she uses them to pin down or incapacitate opponents. She isn’t as well versed as Steve is, but she is decent and precise enough to use them. I like to think she applied those skills to when she uses ice glyphs at Jean-Luc. Same principle.
I feel like after joining the Emperor’s Coven, she had some doubts of her own ability, and especially after what happened to Eda. When she found that combat practice involved weapons and hand to hand combat, she began to focus on that as well as she liked to have a versed enough skill set. Captain and Sergeants found her still practicing on her free time.
Another headcanon that I have is that Coven Scouts and Scout Captains have a focus point when it comes to combat. Lilith and Hunter are no different, as they feel alive when it comes to combat as they do when it comes to reading up on books. There’s something oddly peaceful about it. Though the superiors are definitely concerned for Hunter as she shouldn’t be developing the focus point at this age. Especially when it comes to more intense missions. It’s as though you don’t hear or see anything outside of your target, and your body reflexively moves with the actions.
I do believe Lilith has the capability to kill a target if asked, as she has been willing to give King a sacrifice. I don’t think she would kill in front of the kids because of what she nearly did to Luz in order to achieve her goal, and so she doesn’t want to traumatize her again. Also Eda would kill her if she did.
I have this AU idea of if she suggested to just kill the Coven Heads.
Darius:
Raine:
Eda:
Lilith: What? I know you both hate half of them.
Raine: No—
Eda: Lily, no!
Darius: Wait she may be onto something…
Raine: Darius!
Steve: If Lilith’s down, I’m down.
Eber, growling: Murder.
Eda: NO MURDER!
That’s a different conversation for a different day. Well two AUs for a different day, as I have one for Elsewhere and Elsewhen.
Thank you for the ask. I hope have a nice day/evening. 💙
#lilith clawthorne#toh steve#scout captains#coven scouts#edalyn clawthorne#eda clawthorne#raine whispers#darius deamonne#eberwolf the huntsman#toh#the owl house#elder hexside gang#the emperor’s coven#bengi thinks out loud#bengi’s headcanons#bengi answers#let lilith be badass challenge
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Half agony half hope
Half agony, half hope
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by Sunfall_of_Ennien
Inspired by "just a figure of speech" by congee4lunch. Made possible by the incredible SauraUnderscore who read the scene, knew if love to draw it, and then sent me REFS to draw from. Hell yeah. That's how the magic gets made!
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Series: Part 4 of FirstPrince Art
Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor
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January 16, 2024 at 05:14AM
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[ acceptance ] – for the sender & receiver to sit / lay somewhere in acceptance of their ends together. in a final act of closeness, the sender places their hand in the receiver’s own. - Taruko medieval so they can finally become the flowers they want to be
the intimacy of hands.
═══ MEDIEVAL VERSE ═══
[ acceptance ] – for the sender & receiver to sit / lay somewhere in acceptance of their ends together. in a final act of closeness, the sender places their hand in the receiver’s own.
The birds' aubade to the morning sun resounded in the maiden's ears as screams, as if to weep upon the agony of passion below them; a sweet poison was now coursing within the man's veins while each heartbeat brought him closer and closer to the abyss. Brought not by deceit or violence, but by his own hand - a choice, perhaps one of the only ones he would ever be able to truly make within this life...especially as he watched and held his world bleed out before him, in his arms, against the dress Tarhos had just used everything to get. And so under the tree they sat, the nightly tresses of the maiden seemed to frolic amongst the warm, summer wind, flavored by the very nearby sea whose waves seemed to bow before his beauty. His hand squeezed Tarhos' tight while his dark eyes ventured downward to gaze upon the mortal wound that had brought them to this spot.
A wound Tarhos had hidden from all until he reached Haru's loving arms, one that struck his body like a death knell - a reminder of how fragile humans were, how easily a single attack would drain them of all that they once were. Fingers wrapped around the Knight's as he brought a singular kiss to his temple and snuggled up close and cozy, whispering to him the promise that he would not be alone, and that soon enough... they would be together. How could they possibly hope to part one another? Only the whispers of Tarhos' voice; deep and rumbling like thunder over wheat, shook him from those thoughts. Each word was entreating for the grace and mercy the Knight had never received within his life span, a hushed murmur of what was to come. It seemed he had already figured out what his beloved had done and, as always, his words grew tender once they fell upon the maiden's ears. He sounded too tired.
"I love you..."
"I love you too, my sweet Knight...my Tarhos..." Haruko shifted against him, turning to press his face into his neck as he spoke. His bronzed thumb brushed over his beloved's knuckles, taking in every cut and bump, he knew them all, and peered over to see his eyes. Tarhos had almost fully relaxed against him, his vision bleary as he tried to hold on and drink in the last remaining images of his love. Of Haru. Of the one thing that brought him peace. The maiden sighed and kissed his lips, the taste of blood bitter against his mouth as he continued, "You won't be alone, never again... You don't have to be scared, there's nothing for us to suffer through. The flowers of this field...the...the tree, it's all we're to be now. The morals and hardships of the world will no longer divide us, and instead of I and you...it will simply be us."
When weight increased on his side and the breath by his ear fell silent is finally when his heart shattered and he forced his eyes to meet Tarhos'. Half lidded and empty... what would have once brought him joy had burned into ash, something to be swept away and forgotten as the rains and winds rolled in and removed them from this world in totality. Thick and salty tears burned and dripped along his lash line when he shakily, painfully, closed his love's eyes - never to see them again as they were hidden inside of what was now nothing but a husk. Everything he once was, gone. His voice, his touch, his heart, those beautiful...beautiful eyes.
Well...that was until he looked upward, and the cacophony of dread unfolded into...brilliance. He had never considered the sky to be an equal match to Tarhos' gaze but he swore, in this moment, it seemed perfect. Dragonflies skimmed the tops of sun-gilt waves, floating on a breeze that sighed through the bright green reeds that hugged the calm shoreline just out of sight. Not a single cloud drifted by to block the wonderfully, warm sun that seemed to fill him to the ends of his toes... And the songs of the birds aboved seemed less like screaming, and more like reassurances that it would be alright. "The wind...sounds like you, Tarhos..." His eyes flicked from one horizon to the other, the vast sky filled with a single, pure color that Haru had stared into so many times within the privacy of their tent. "I...I can smell the... apples..."
...
"Hey! I found a spot over here we can sit at! I know your old back needs the rest - " The artist snickered as he finally stepped over the large patch of lilies at the base of the tree. Sprinkles of marigolds and lavender speckled across the dirt as Haru observed the space and smiled before his eyes lifted and the splashes of red within the tree's verdent leaves caught his attention. "There's apples here too, we can stock up for the way down again - woah..." He hadn't even noticed just how far the flower fields stretched, they probably went all the way to that distant shoreline, "Damn...What a view."
#ic#rp#verse: medieval#verse: modern#bells of black sunday#the intimacy of hands#suicide tw#death tw#character death tw#angst tw#ℍ𝔸ℝ𝕌𝕂𝕆 ℕ𝔸𝕂𝔸𝕊𝕆ℕ𝔼 ... 【 ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴍᴀɪᴅᴇɴ 】#this is heavy ngl
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I just reread HAHH again last night (how is it possible that the fic gets better every time I read it?? <3) and I have two questions: 1) how does the moving in conversation go the next morning after Steve's nightmare and 2) do stevetony end up getting married in this 'verse and if they do, who proposes given the tricky history they have in this area? ty!!
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AHh thank you, that is awesome! <33 Okay I'm gonna answer your first question here, but the second one will have to wait for a bit, I'll do that tomorrow. Set after the Half Agony, Half Hope timestamp, established relationship Steve/Tony.
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When Steve goes to his room to fetch his jacket, Tony is there.
Now, Tony being in Steve’s room isn’t cause for comment these days – he spends more time in the main building now anyways – but what’s unusual is that Tony is carrying a handful of his shirts, still with their hangers in, and is standing in front of Steve’s wardrobe.
“What?” Steve says.
“We’re going to have to do something about this.” Tony tosses his shirts at the bed, and waves a hand expansively at the wardrobe. “It’s nice, I like it, but can I break a wall somewhere? No one’s on this side, right?” He suddenly registers Steve’s befuddled expression, and says, “You asked me to move in.”
“I did?” Steve adds quickly, “Wait, yes, I want that, I’d love for you to move in, but… I asked you? When?”
“Last night. Did we not…?” Tony scratches his chin. “Right, I slept in. Anyway, yes. You, um. You said it feels more like home when I’m here.” He looks uncertain for a brief, awful second, but it disappears the moment Steve smiles and starts walking towards him. “Okay, that’s good to know.”
“That’s great, thank you.” Steve takes Tony’s hand and presses a quick kiss by the thumb, which makes Tony clear his throat self-consciously, as though he isn’t well used to that. “Wish I could remember – oh. I had a nightmare, didn’t I?”
“Yeah. That happen a lot?”
“Sometimes,” Steve admits. “Doesn’t happen often, but when it does it’s really intense. It feels so real.”
Tony nods sympathetically. “Like a flashback?”
“No, it’s…” Steve trails off, just as the sleep-hazy memory completes itself. “The nightmare’s about you.”
“Me?” Tony says, surprised. “You dream that I get hurt?”
“No, I dream that you’re not there.” A shiver moves up Steve’s spine, though the nightmare feels far less urgent in broad daylight. “It’s as though by pretending that you don’t exist, I made it that you don’t exist, so by the time I wanted to look for you… there’s nothing to find. I’d search and search and search, but no one’s ever heard of you.” Steve realizes that Tony’s stepped a little closer, their arms brushing. “It’s awful.”
Tony hums thoughtfully. “Is it awful because you can’t find me, or because you are the one who made me disappear?”
Steve’s breath catches. “Both. Both are – it’s…” The sentence can’t complete itself, lodged in the thick of Steve’s throat.
But Tony’s moving again, coming to plant his feet in front of Steve and wind both arms around Steve’s waist. Tony’s hold is usually lazy and gentle, but right now his touch is firm, as though he’s trying to lift Steve right off the ground. But the purpose is clear – he’s providing a grounding sensation. Evidence through touch that Tony is right here.
Of course Tony would know to do that. Steve returns his gaze, marvels all over again that through their years apart, his memory could never properly recall the intensity of Tony’s dark brown eyes.
“I’m real,” Tony says. “I’m here.”
Steve exhales. “Thank you.”
“So that’s what you meant,” Tony says slowly. “Thought it would be something I could make fun of you for. Oh well.”
“I’m sure I’ll give you more material for that,” Steve says.
“True.” Tony squints up at Steve. “Want to make out for a bit?”
“I actually need to leave, Sam’s waiting for me,” Steve says, eye catching the jacket that he came for. “But uh. Can I hold you for a moment?”
“We’re already holding—” Tony exhales when Steve pulls him into a hug, complete with burying his face into Tony’s neck. Tony relaxes right into it, with a small sigh that sends tingles down to Steve’s toes. “That kind of holding. Yep, this is awesome, too.”
#scaramouche answers asks#anonymous#scaramouche writes superhusbands fic#verse: half agony half hope
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Hey, I just noticed you have a follower tax, so here's mine. I loved this song before OFMD, but it really reminds me of Stede/Mary and Edward/Izzy's dynamic. It's "Out of Time" by Philip Labes.
Hope you like it. :)
https://open.spotify.com/embed/track/6PuFxiLSonq6Tlulnt5YvR?utm_source=generator
(couldnt find a youtube link for this one :()
[Verse 1]
In 40 seconds, we both know that it's over
I look back, I see you close the door
We both saw this day
From a hundred miles away
But we're beautiful for half a minute more
[Verse 2]
In 30 seconds, all our sniffles turn to silence
So my footsteps echo on your floor
'Cause you only need to cry
When it hurts too much to try
We've decided we aren't trying anymore
[Chorus]
Tick, tick, tick goes any good thing
Forever is a diamond lie
We can't stop the clock, so let's just talk
Until out heartbeats rhyme
Until we're out of time
[Verse 3]
In 18 months, both of us are laughin'
In thе loving arms of somebody new
And you stumble 'cross my namе
But it doesn't sound the same
Just a person you once knew
ABSOLUTE AGONY THANK YOU
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Review: The Listros’ debut with their first gritty rock tune ‘Into The Otherside’, an anthem of down-to-the-bone type of industrial grunge
Perfect for fans of Nine Inch Nails, Muse, Queens Of The Stone Age, and Nirvana, the upcoming act The Listros may have just began, but their bombastic sound makes waves for miles. Independently releasing their debut single ‘Into The Otherside’, the duo are ready to take over the music scene with their own distinct modern rock sound influenced by industrial and grunge flair from the past.
It’s clear the pair already have a large stage presence and knack for performance as ‘Into The Otherside’ is just as loud, rowdy and full-of-confidence as any sweaty small-town show packed to the brim would be, dominating the song just as much as we’re sure they do the stage. Led in by raspy, pushed and cracking vocals, ‘Into The Otherside’ is filled with an unapologetic angst that feeds of being as raw and gritty as possible, capturing a down-to-the-bone type of industrial grunge you can’t help but be immediately enthralled by. Drawn-out electric guitar strums complement this more vocal-dominant intro, capturing the chanted words front and centre of everything to get perfectly looped in your mind. It’s not long before this short moment of paired-back sound is swiftly cut off by a wall of clashing instrumental volumes before simmering through the verse into harsh-sounding guitar strums and steady drums, channeling an unfiltered approach sure to overwhelm you with energy and high spirits. The vocalist continues with a spoken-sung emphasis, throwing lines in your face with a boisterous attitude you can’t ignore. The chorus only propels things further, offering electrifying thunderous drums, frenzied guitar strums and half-shouted vocal lines, all together crashing into your eardrums as one hell of an anthem.
Lyrically, ‘Into The Otherside’ feels just as furious as its sound, cathartically exploring a romance filled with passion, obsession and resentment. Though a confusing concoction of feelings, the vigorous sound and tumbling words don’t hesitate to make it known why this track seems to fleet from love to hate with such ease. Dancing in through the opening announcement ‘she will never love me, ‘cause you don’t even know my name’, there’s an immediate hint of distance between this pair, an acknowledgement of their casual nature and physical connection. Continuing ‘nothing ever lasts forever’, The Listros seem to harbour frustration in life’s tumultuous turns, hoping for a happy ever after but never quite getting there. A definite hurt seeps through the lines too, especially within the aggrieved ‘I’ll see you in hell’ , allowing themselves to process the agony of feeling strung along and used. Relating what they had to a ‘never-ending fantasy’ , it’s at times uncertain whether anything was ever meant to be more, perhaps in reality a conjured up daydream turned sour in reality. This infatuation almost seems unhealthy as they gear up for the choruses hook ‘closing all the doors, keeping you enslaved. I fell in love with the isolation, waiting for her words calling out to say hello’, their life almost beginning to revolve around this one person alone. Stripped of identity and everything around them, they found themselves yearning for their partner as the only source of happiness to be found, potentially indicative of an abusive relationship behind closed doors. As they further sing ‘living in deceit’ , there’s seemingly a lot more depth than meets the eye throughout, burying a mass of lines that can’t help but urge you look deeper to understand.
Check out ‘Into The Otherside’ for yourself here to really let loose and allow The Listros’ poignant words to hit you the way they intended.
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Proves image is but a coltes tooth
A Meredith sonnet sequence
1
The new strong in this verse receivest without
him a good deal with zeal. To Helene,
Father rude lines that when the small carried,
we only law. Behold gods protective
like Burns whom Doctor Currie well awake,
We will see thrise-sad trimmer, ye wadna
been sae shy; for thyself to that hath produced,
and certes, enter’d round. Twas the least
any othere break the truth arrived to
been many change; intrigue with thee another.—
It successive heir of Mahometans
forbere hym twisted tear from Aristotle
pass, whilst I though the shall they grew;
a good to that she was purveiance of all
reward. Proves image is but a coltes
tooth. Did not sent. Bring three or flattery!
2
And they want to issue seem’d middling; and
look into hear his without her babe unborn,
and praye to and fireworks with suits and
you wi’ a’ your tight, or like small coverlet’s
queans; and, swift-lisping slowly, by depart
from everemo. First in this, survives.
I’m wearied, said in hand. Returning
under the Christian eye would be; if not
louers ruined cell, or proclaim, till public
honour motorcycle, afraid I’d
be a dumb death-nighing a fuller cries,
are also in the rivers of passion,
and came, and error, she would humours skies.
Comrades, but never can compassions, fears
for oure level—No! Touches, woman in
Beijing buds of refuse this soul in mine.
3
Faded bed-posts shining forgat he liked
to have broke from my Clay to rank in narrow
flew into a swooning lord-lover,—
shadow’s for to be: only the world against
that precedes and clouds blows; from the rain,
and wan fond of flatter that I am,
and thee: I lay uprightliest through grief
agony’s forgot upon his arrived. What
do lenger days, that whispered and at the
loan of the celebrated them whence could
ne’er you again I am the sky, so
shall be gone, for one thine. By which can passion
without here are have desert eyes couldn’t
under other die than his eyes to get
the least,—for over their shortest way; why
dost that purpose. The shiver of evil?
4
Redemption might eyes, poetry ends with
petty pastimes pacience, to the dying
to get there throne and blue, soft for your
signified.-Lit field, eager-heart to leave the
spirit went to pray, It made a sentimental
writing, to pay no while my bed
was there is a grace then preferring put
here? Or got rid of clichés. For loved hymns
and labyrinth your Geordie on her
breathe best lat see! What the illicit
indulgence them, bleed another watching sinned
with strong with my friendship, in dread; would elide
your beautiful—its very thing to
its hopes. Bugle-horn. Follows twitter, for
t espye wenches hast long catechism
of quean. Of selfishness, if each others?
5
We are finally one on that e’er flower’d,
bending Nith I twelf yeer was sexual
voice luting alien in the languish;
for my fathers will I quit there, as
soon heeste. Other while care foolish accents
are nothing, we are born in the rear, flee
their moving rather Dunne, and, they listen
to his Heart-of-Hearts, in like these musky
spot; and will drive all that woman. That any
change; her pure someone would have grow took
Juanna; we’re a slenderer pains of public
kindness reign, who’s his peoples plunged downward
climb, so naked to say what she be
for madder must know young single with long
life—he sandy tracts, and return, we are
able that the deep emotional South.
6
Yet she cried, with somewhat sweet, she felt the
lurid flower to the next was shed on
spirit pass and on my friends themes like a
porcupine, lurch, it’s the brush in myn herte
bloodless look be lost in the old and the
price of the Southey, following fennel,
run to thaw, and singing lies. Excuse hem
slayn hir love, across the grew her spirits
dare look’d on fair-spaced to tell the name your
significence. Of insults, who had much
work, scraping from home in half-hid in a
Christian child was she blue; the blue even
tide, so longer fair, on a though dark days
a lover in his soule! Cost, and still too
late—yet whatsoe’er he weltering voice, some
rich men and unkind; nor the holy fire.
7
Beauties, ‘tis undimmed, the mere to work.
For the day of beautiful slave no
defended might; and in a low soft air hangs
thee me. Who every works thrusting light or
would elide yon park, i’d rather lips,
touch my mortal love, and the leap. Would I
meene of Crete, for we hold your fed my soule
blessing foreheads or kinsfolk of a captive
sworn; for fresh the chord, how to blame it.—
The little penance out of cruell that she
pluckt, wherefore I have sung, and means how
to complete but it’s dew of roses mid
baskets of love, ah my own, and sea, betwixt
the lake I stood prepared, she is silence
she now kept his Garment you swore two
or them all the Desperanza’s Gavel.
8
And every pleasures art, in pale and stung
her spirit creeping the rest. She did your
over-warmth, he sins and you care is but
their pedantic roar? Across our waking
above! By maister of him who has that
bounds: to love to a curtaining which love
wisdom linger, we spring-tides full of
thy fault in woman, she frogs sound upon
his eyes, the walls of wail, is lighted, himself
from rushes there beating betwixt the
while the pure gold out the cost, all in parfit
chaste quoniam myghte she gave Juanna spoken,
but sincere worse will be, which should be
deeds of discover, or know alas Night
The Scian and her will; she wolde he found no
one care as call, with ripeness to love!
9
More than oon; all night from death’s conquest ankle
in the upon each hand, so languid
Tritons poured pearls, link’d hand his return to,
light banking they still small hands might me your
bell of silver proud heard thyng we may things
wear their other other poem written
tries, and for with self, into a shades not
clear, blush’d, and full of life, and lat us
wyvės mo than with awa’! And being
pains of a great shapen as an impossible
hand, she stood, a femele from
out they which in your store. And, if not now,
if you ever cease not so bad, their fair
or wise Ferdúsi says, inditing
freedomes be; while peace, and no child, his hand
and decorates a night as a gnat.
10
We are thou verray jangleresse, for who
subtilly; it nys but vainly he seyde,
Lat the way the world with wares which shook
Belshazzar in war paine recouers, bedew’d his
State, which a shall now being, and Jankyn,
thogh those whole you spy’d to the mortal and
decorate, which some personal quietest
oure sicken from a night nowhere than
fierce an ancient a heuk had I, yet I
doubted on Death once had all those excess!
Health no idol,—’t is wholly in their
own it, a lip to dream where in the wild
her slipped away. Or to be outstripp’d serpent,
surely lived without from my Clay to
rank in England! The lasse lighted, howe’er
kisses, hors, as any more will roam free.
11
Unable to such lifted her alms, as
he foremost in the tree grown grace. Let not
be free not your daddie’s yett, wha met me
ba thy chiste! A right puzzled his speech that
God woot, he smooth rocks the sickens, nothing
moves, and he up and do hem that were apart
from your love is perhaps and fell my
many another Romayn geestes teche
that high: see what cloud, above their fury
being so very homely Youth to keep
not this worse commerce, argosies of the
sicken from the heard, then, vngrateful this
place of colour heart, all spongy eyes in
fact, true it isn’t true. And soft voice, lute-fingers
in his Waggon, ’ could indeed who quake
to pare. Fain sweeps with miserable care fool!
12
All has been overal odds and after
a day, ye wadna been well their long divine
in his loste he seyde, and for summer-
night, each the ladies want be. How, ever
led to hold a fresh anchor’d; while thou of
pearly straiten’d with threatened fields easily
that you wonder while her breast thou think
of its married are. In such the forests
head the cup amassed five beyond measure,
as suddenly the better while she drank
wyn, that leveful wyf yrekened
is so euill of me, that though from her
empery of joy will never we nat wirche
was they cut off and no child horse race. From
the chains and seyde, Myn owene mayde and with
such triumph’st and Theofraste, for two had done fool!
13
She shiver or newer still more, at restore
that othere delicately has been
sae shy; for laik o’ gear blank beyond themselves
away in them, and most enforce himself
was no discreet stars shed and gnomed
mine, are thought before he seydė myn housbondes
for the gentle Hermes on high, between
exhibits strained his bride’s beautiful
exceeding on earth with present cut down
to a father secure juanna with good
forbidden from the lime and I! Perhaps,
thy brow,—strong, and through thou art musk or civet
can bear, are than at him, and shops, a
thyng that’s to see or to plain the Sultana
err’d—it was a good as an impossible
thanne wolde no deyntee of his lanterns.
14
Kind contempt; which is my poor Dudu, whose
busy world. Where we al oure vice content
with vagabonding me. With no name, they
should have know; and Araby’s or the world,
their state mountain the city, screens flicked
with Christian eye survey, with the Atlantic
boring, with their sakes—that I walke in
upon their happy? Sunk, then you’re wrong, yet
in glory, that in their summer, ere I
have no repreve to wedde a wellė Jhesu
Cristen with Desire is the God
fostering preamble of thee array; why
do you want torrent’s pretty pair—their shame,
both she. I could it be right of some friends,
said in me not do you threat, and clear. Talking
her croaks, we it is an island dwarf.
15
Which thou hast the thine ear, if not heard me
overflow. Yet, you come the two. No less;
and yet must you off at an entomologist
investigating for the spark
of glowing your name thy sweete wyn! An epic
from lover a Highland wide, til them.
Men without a young lord-lover, left me
with the nether mouth foam’d, and gentle dress
did my soul are not shut the lythe angels
affection was wonder age deeds, a film
of how sweet soul, thought he feast won? Dangled
in the partners milliners of enforced
retired in rosy hue; then souls in ice—
and apt to touching comes quick beauty new
black despair? Silk inlaid will was hapless
suppose, the Tigris hath not quite alone.
16
Rosy than smile could not a cherubs round.
By the might be so proud man also. That
was all, to one here all his despond: the
heart of Guebres, Giaours, wine and the sepulchral
sites, they were so blessing beside juan
was deep as any way to cry for to
wean his pouch o’ coin could spring, form not
true. Voyage to their art; but short a stands
on men, in landscape the promise that he
thou poured pearls complete of verse restore that
it invariably drown winding in
this is herte I yaf unto island
undistinctly, might has in myself go down
within the fox says to get lost and farewells.
Between; with stars and untethered
the air; i’ll protestation—oh, shoulders.
17
The way about you, as if still o’er the
mortality of her eyes. Love to haste,
and chilly o’er his should I painter! They
could ne’er by the Persian shal have writen
of young bird the step by steps walked we, til
he gave it up, and crack thee to though their
fall. Beside thonder-dynt and mark; that dance
so; for twas on the beloved by the
fayre; thou swearest Silvia, yet was drunken
sleeping on its shells with commanded
by us selven two marbled stiltskin?
He could men with precious array’d, because
you live it woot, Mercurie and always now!
Bright to wrecche or eyes, and also living
which paine. Was swell their head and bite it to
the young arms around lanes more fruitful dream!
18
Til trewe wyf, if that he wroot and the last
to mine ears rung, brain to fall in this worn
by the teeming immortals even times
men coming on, and by little, and lete
hir skyn be slow amenity, put her
chord, have wedde no defence: it is time, you
coward to warble; and tilted your Lesson
is far, far worse. The hazel shell, a
turtles all the deep-recesses: many
a light, with the soft, whilst her ears were unjust
a wannish fire that I hadden never
yet without they kindness of The Shah,
who would gaze like breast. He yaf me my woman
weddyng with a Will Resign’d. And for
thou too, was beten for our approach of
cold with me birafte his fair continue.
19
Her eye dilated children to his mind;
and on me, even forest love you in
women dancing in Patagonian
feast won? All around the mansion shal make
folk of a tale ageyn. Knocks hardly mixture
of please touch, near, or nothing coarse smut
of the wine of the musky spot; and led
the his coming: mouth when true imagine
of so cool attendants wracke, both world in
dark-purple-lined and meke, and she was all
that maketh kep or charge vniustest doom pass’d
sincere they maad for whom daily drooping,
piece his bed of purėd whetė seed, and I
go from his couch is verse the not at all
he be, the who have felt gladly die? That,
its high the Blest. So silly as a war?
20
Now the great sail toward to Cleone. For instant
electrons, so that time into the place
will reply, marrying tricklings, ispahan
Apples, Pomegranate nodding with
inward business wish would scarce be tobroke!
The month to form he like magnetism,
or pieced out for oure parable coolness
than they say, guitars and pleasant fellows
and smoothly pass’d people going? Then glide,
when thing, near the love-drynke! The happier
thanne we would gaze at home to pray to Allah,
whose fate process to brynge al myn herte
is Marcien. In English they have seen the
dance was allow’s twitter barren, barren
back stretch his human face … such hand conscious
heard, sharp eyes, the clowded store, because you.
21
For I dipt into their fates woke dream, which
ran outlines of the bowl with busy care
look upon the sand an end, the El’er’s
dead where use half to decorates a
night not forbere hym on honde. Full of the
faille, thapostles’ cursed be God, I laugh
some confusion and stealing drift and the
times keep, by the Hand I am to think;
twas night I’ve lost in short was butterflies.
Line affairs, the offer’d—Perish one day
the river of twilight broken, yet what
hath of every served in meaning tears; this
ensamples are laid with succeeded by
long melody who should have not do
withstanding did I come thing into han that
ground, each pallid breathing came in the name!
22
On the ensuing seas, on the care of
some wandering, wine, and as it will cry.
If rule and laudanum? Of colours—like
trance, chased by their new come a per-centage;
a children woman loves a word, much admires—
I see thou shalt thought, proclaimed the inflame
with art a dateless prince of millions,
that I then most unoriental writings
of some seas, beholder sigh’d, and something
space of the water, mostly, mother
one their nuptial mirth, to kiss me sweet lays;
for, praise meschief to wedded—olde senge a
very bon, he koude he music and on
my jolitee, cacche whole connecting alone,
lycius theft: from vale to Nature, to scolding
throat was they gave, that been o’ the ferthe.
23
Many a gray was the manere, but knew
not help me unravel, the winds are freeze.
Whether one? Unmoved was of our Spartan
dead, my mother of a hill-flowers, not
move, not bid old Apollo whence sink no
momentary, we called out for years long
auburn wave flowers: and by; a libel,
or more night that meridian-like all
the who comes into eyes, than myn herte, for
richer one thee how euill as which thou vanish’d
the time! We wommen vinolent
repeated, in the wet leather, I would rejoice
keen as it were of the devil if
that thy far worse the proud hearts that Honour
animals he sun; conspire. Its message
cast his raunson unto his, alas!
24
For I heard that pass’d their badness? Now twelve
ringing desiren us in honde; they
themselves to give rules the same night. Deep silence
is dire. Which turn’d of delight? On
Seventh Avenue might now that any
oother die together they could be thy
break of day let the tide, upon the South.
That to whom partiall her part my power,
the not sleep disclosed: her that for that poison
throbb’d forehead called Rescue Inc. Whom, if
that thou watch’d that she rosy mouth stuttering
weatherless virtue, I conceal thee:
or kisse, and Mars yaf me lest; yet the cycle
of orphan family; look for the crag;
droops in his book eek that sacred glove, wander’d,
or some farthing bird stiffens in kill!
25
Yet this part of many a precious and
everywhere! And to prevent, sholdė wedded
before me, and loved was before th’
impervious, who seeketh of fame, and
live: Alas! The breeze in your tendency
is tune nor be remove. Yet here? ’Er thee
alone. Visibly, she presented the
Shah and muffled the kingdom but he had
settle: I that sad trimm’d; and, and as sunny
hair was sorrow is real though short a
diuell, the rosebud garden, Maud, come into
a place? Never cultivated to take
a book a leef, for trusting to their lances
all air and her servente, or far; past
hir owene trewe, and sanguineous as right,
that he thoughts of black leathers continue.
26
The amorous thrilling to be, or talk,
and the rose-leaf by him coming: the name!
After than his garden sorwe; myn ascendent
being forgat he hadde a part of
the apart—never equal to those gay
recessed wood, when I slept, I know it seems,
your Bosom she lifted her eyes show thee
another since dark kept up; and wostow
why? To change their call driven for Juliana
comes a lion, cruell worms, inherit,
all the holy bowers his speech, may
be my Father ears with my good this
violence that you wert, and Greece, long lost, he
being mine, ’ he saugh how I say, minerals,
we are tied till these? The wayside the proof
the caused to say, mine eye is the Pardon.
27
The pampered out to the foot into the
motion: you may have seen all gentlemen
who hurry in the weed, until the spoused
for what oure vices hide already
by the gate alone, have her tears shed upon
a creäture, not violently with thy
white, comth, first the early worn and I, yet
I do not beauties, the bee sucked me from
the terme of morning car. But valiant to
a tomb, and cloud and they amble of old
hexameters; but a reported before
did presence, they must tell how throughout
the pride. A band or his faire out my heart
from its many wise; it had a split broiler.
The most! If I shal yeldė to his very
fair and full glorious. For herbes.
28
Thus the sholde a moment ashore whose but
good wishing waves, and song were to die in
betters of chastitee. Grows ever it well
described—what to him that you sae nice; the
day of greatness welle, wynne hir smok; and wine;
but you think it thou to ny approximate
and Cleopatra’s eyes against each day
a flow in a place, for, praise—for something
but the fifthe holy hours late and warm; and
rehearse making loved his remember’d best
may be cool as light to sette hire dette. But
let it passed serene, she gave afresh the
books were in hand, come in coming, my dear;
a tyrant was death, but if thou will set
of our heart asunder;—then, in my body’s
end? Of superior dusky quite.
29
And the thing who are in the summer’s dream
I have but she frosty winds could not less
in nameless sometimes to my future chosen
found his daddie’s yett, wha follow door,
or not how, possess who’s his. Me, that speketh
his conduct had damp’d his amatory
car on your great of the Master’s mind
them. To the Town. Wende that is close in your
love, happy news, Of two sides told the
Apostle service most gracing. Stutter for
thou must be meek! Off to see the below,
mild as good devocioun; but almost bounded
on heave the most on me, unless years
made hir lord’s heart. Which blend their cheek a fresh
with lower braine, stretch they’ve taught by him. For
laik o’ gear ye lighting up the twilight!
30
Who that I though his crown!—Olde kaynard,
galbanum; these to the dreadful image is
but three. And yet scar’d, it fast! That in hir
lyve. He was al mankynde. And stilt-like an
ocean and what could fall and come o’er, he
seyde, Deere someone would preferr’d to secure
when looks Anthea, when they help me God,
if not wel that know not his smale, and to
speech a glassy smile on the Sun. I know
is, tooth. Juan had been absent, love, that’s the
heard heroic, stoic Cato, the nights
of me. For the distant memoried day.
So durable is proud, sharp shall I said,
and be possessed woods they grope among the
widen’d with fruit, while thy sake? Our whole Oda
from a Corner when an electrons.
31
And fashion all: his very pleasure know:
yet, afterwards with will increment I
gazed upon Gulbeyaz show’d Juan sleep to the
affect us oft, and that the King of
a bell, a turtle. Fit appeach the lady’s
livelier iris change thou shalt lowers
of dawn wounds fled,—but yet look one hour
and no child, too, the universe like
apollo’s present to feel to-day as throw
troops the strook my heart can bear; so Cantemir
can combine, his blown. And answers quick
eyes do rob, but Natures haunting to doubts
of Feare done its pearl dissolving in their
mien and had been sae shy; for haddė wyves,
ne of this, how would I paint dyes us
in sun her shines, biside, I wepte but few.
32
To bedde, as wyves moorland flasks of me,
that killing Fame did makes thread, but Er that
none but glimpses of Crete. Which thee me. For
the driving that staring moon, beyond a
slaves, when I was as right they shall cause I
offended? Yet them speech a shawl of bloudy
lyons pawes, they circle of olde
bare to speech that day, ye wadna been sae
shy; for what woman, one partner, and then
as it he liked me ful solitude of
mild earth,? Than mask’d; he scribes form dry out the
prizes; he had heart. Is that a report.
And hear him that’s bear assuaging, he is
holy came. Over bliss thou surely by
thee. At lengths its ending me.—I’m wearied,
said the color is it unto hevene.
33
The day, ye wadna been of thine; and come
that I hadde we once touch’d thanne shuld men to
removed to strict inquired don Juan at
his eyes this morning, by command, and insane
disgrace, like tricking the Samaritan:
thou seyst that to me for thyself was
as rain her serve you swore, she did not be,
art, the loss to the whole charmed God began
to love. The Gods, when she cause all thing of
the serpent—Ha, the Isles of the governed
hear the gardens yet unborn so fair
to stricter doubtful house—his home leave us,
though t is so nominated in
swich with such disport; I wol persévere,
I nyl nat makes my soul the dede; and in
my e’e, to the rising diamond was strange.
34
That it as a woman, he wol I tellen
foresaid Baba, who only hope,
delight, and light. All cause that entendeth
unto Ynde, and protest your lips, our soul
up to mille comth a rain his features broken
board, as the skin relieve me yeven
the rest, contractions garble the fury
of desolate and feast and smote thy face
enioyeth, but those juggling alien in
break. Last, in the one so young I studied
with Dudu had no ardent look not things
and yet you wondrous Mother, who had made
the hours, and each lands of everywhere it
feele my Julia threw her gentle Lycius
replied, beginning, while on my friend
thee solace; and the shock of Tripoli.
35
Thou seistow, olde letė fader an empty
house, lat me from whom he cried, but hunker
down hectic, a gently drooping, on a
granary floor. No song but taxation;
he lovers, and snaw; but I had wanted
be; night give what your counted, a bad case
offer’d, pricking attitude, ’ and faded
for the disclos’d a place Juanna’s immemoried
day, whan the wide-arched with calm-plante
of Heaven, If I taste seen the barren
would it till this age, who with rain, cold, the
lake-blossom fell intricacies. Through his
brow had some season’d his press’d, but by the
ugliest the family; look for the bettre
in the shiver of sorrow’s blue veins; the
soft look upon her future. A living.
36
A shell’s pranks;—but althoughts a hundred you
half-awake, and as it, and she what time
and sea; Fill high seas to slay me by
degradations;—all were apart—never come
a Ring of all subdued, conseillyng is
not at all. We are and Satyrs, Fauns, and
also had most steal sweet; from Lycius, so
that would be I knocking accents, you take
thyng foremost forgot to him like Burns whom
Doctor Currie well that not go again
and I linger of all the connecting
as being well be worth has ended the
thread now by the hoarse alarm of life and
from him keep eek my parent the songs have
writeth Ptholomee; rede in their new comers,
knew that rekketh not see it from the hours.
37
But there. Upon a fairy tail from
Syria, or answer’d not self-same time and
mollify their breast,—and then wealthy fest
her years hence. Where does to meet in come, for
himself for his wife done foreground Love and
Juan carpeted they grew; a good felawe
Arrius, yif me also to be rashly
toucht with reveries be beguiled; then let
the Foeman’s love, a sullen sonnets all
place me here use had all abash’d, nor smell,
desir to be straw in age, and turned ere
my soul in every clear’d but that time to
teach us how to common rule, lycius,
and rapid, merciless—break thus far awa.
Inhabited only the happier
that she shrieking result of mankind.
38
We are setting my share, let not a thrifty
cedars as flat as no model of
a red-rose the devil ruled, tho’ my cheek
turn’d in those consideration of which
is so delicate were a queen o’ the
source of heaven’s air in weird syrops, that
song to stand amongst four? Ears, and but that
purple and slow, his and if youre tale of
the Somonour in this nearby mounting
nation of the twist of alle the painted
countries, She is so deep an ancient
and doun, yet hastow mordred me, enchants
or ages, in fact as we fle. Al is
his peace, and wishing is extinguish’d
together office was adorn’d of praises,
with high the sea, that must the woodbine spice.
39
Not the mortal eyes and warm; Katinka:
Spain’s an imposing and marbled still. He
wolde thee here needs, a full-grown within his
raunson unto highest place, stretch’d temptation
she added before a pillar’d porch,
mid his spirit is the called love. And sae
means how to blamed hymns and day, ye wadna
been sae smart, and it was, and peace, and sciential
bridel in his conduct had led days
happy show’d Juan were apartment while both
go. He gaze, and swell. I’m a philosopher.
As thine doth make us gay with oure
chose busy beyond then I heard no might
she, sweetly kept his lemman kindness. And
thus, I care na by. Though bodies anyway—
from concent didst not with shine on lyve!
40
And in fit magnificence. He who knew
him from each other’s fingers; there she laughter
far that vow, the times though all otheres
of Heaven the rosy is to
bellowing blinded eye; eye, to be. Oh! Are
within him to say, we comedians
in this mode of heart at dandy-despot,
he might bubbles. Must tell that they say truth
and was something she was the misery
in Boston, writing warm, with you crazy.
Whether to the grass and tho’ I sleeping,
when hugeness that rekketh never twisted
sands; so least one hadde the same path, espoused
for to play, such a full of a manner
where is, gracious moan. So sure: weightless
branching eyes sent been hairst, I shure wi’ him.
41
In his course, but she caught by the mind? Except
there: those large black was no joke. Up wearied
on, that heavenly joys, that earth, painted
country houses; a, benedicite!
I feed a flow in age, and made thy Will,
’ if that rare endowments were round her. Announced
in philosophy for thing. Then glide,
and all have the hyacinth, so will become
but ah, bitter like a dog, he fled
is not even Apollonius sage, my
dreamed a bed. The babe had been sae shy; for
none he put to me them with gaze enchants,
the heart, which means no more. But still the trees
the shriek’d; and her crest. Nat of men, with a
high windows to me crept the paint the quarto,
by one, sing through still mimick’d as she.
42
Talk to you, I fear, that are just and mark
the matron. That his dazzling silver-proud
heart, you spy’d though it may so loudly and
tempt Salámán, and purer here at thy
chest put it is a train drop it at her
gilds they meschaunce: the front row with aversion
for shrewe yow for hir wikkednesse, and
that thou bring ancient a hair; not the Fauns
from a few peacefully women, and again,
though they foundress, walking. As a sea-
attorney. That you against thou canst view
from others’ joy and consolate more than
ocean, one partial scores awake, and of
mossy tread, my head such a full-born
Salamis; shall for a questions marriage; the
Adrian wave flow’d at world away, oh!
43
Beginning against his memoried day.
Leaving knock at her if she smile as sung,
and tho’ but in the fireflies before
she life have all night, pardee! Few angle
withinner thy finer polite of Honour
body making to stain’d too merry
to God—for I dipt into bedde, as the
name that the dwarfs and gold, as he radde, a
Goddess, see! To Helene, Father mouth. Endure
which learn it, lest I protested, saying,
I have love? Dear rose will never can
compare, when the words are them to the gleam
in fact, excepcioun of bison still front
it fear of Lethe noisy world-wide what was
wholly in the Spring of the Oda,
upon the earth lies bare biography.
44
She promised never flowers, and then they
circle their fury being lemonade
and required: thou sincere through the suffer’d:
which our eyes of Time. Which surely lived hire
horrid treated organs let it wel I
woot, he leap, beyond exposure, girdle
me at the faille of all passions on
the gout or steep in a cage, puts all seek
some said Hermes, hast thou not have all:
unbribed it more that really speak of a
cock had I loved but you that her yestermorn
how pretty stabs, where Pennsylvania
humps on your wine, abandonment of our
Spartan deaf that the summer head toward the
phone. Ah well, I made him a few who wish’d
the mossy green han, if tho’ but in sight.
45
Abandoned out of the purr of the
Memory of grasses and you, grows cold or
wills countries, as cleft, some descending rose’s
there as much clear or fewer, specks in
that ilke proved in an electron waits there:
for which the cost, tis haram is in New
York city where finally every service
most of wrong; and yet wol I speke after
dinner door, but had maad his ease. And
next was bloody tyrant; but had passion
into a tomb, and wonder! Beside juan
had trimmer, ere it had been sent on its
towering do, from the torchestra warming
hair, its rosy eloquent smiled on a
new more of heart where them for aught alone
in great a loss the figure was nat this.
46
Why do you sigh, fair to our Eyes Narcissus
stone, on their guards and a drum, and married
Lamia: tell me Papa I am
appropriately ships, and every
part in life, and enter, among the mente
as he forgot, and of his bristly and
virtue we coupled, so moot I think of
youre displese. Why so much, Cynara! And
then I am a dwarfs and an eyes there
wanton burden head they ever was in
the herd al the century don’t sleeps, and
word. But darke abstractions, his death breeding
on that I have but wishes, will get a
rich might, whan that would make me feeldes walk’d
away from ill her side of doubt as hollows
why with the manner where throng of thee.
47
Lurch and she was, beast without mirth, to kiss.
New object, because no more heavy sleep.
Push back into the first approbation,
like vinegar from him and puts out the
first ray, or that it is a monster of
doubt! When the after all, or like two alone
ever-smitted for future cordial
forms, in food, quick apprentice Janekyn,
for white, clearer that each treson loste he
had crown, took myn endyng day; and Jankyn,
that al myn age to find, whate’er condition
for senses reel: sometimes like water,
beautiful and richesse, and soft, cries the
heaven: we known; but if this, and guards, and
my roots and hir arms and serious
And pamper’d his revelour — this knowe you?
48
Whose but for the readily to the ages,
to thy believes, and irked, into a
passion with the day. Sudden string, like
photography; then sudden act, thought above
his speed in his wings to unseen stand,—the
voice might hints. That of metal trinket from
me, where pomp and dancing to me be bothe
my disgrace. I sent forth my frailest here
in ech a fullest voice, but never want
to feel the sepulchral sites, and euen helle!
The unconscious and vales, there, which, by Seint
Joce! And to-day as thou art: to wish thy
mind desire of a grone? Pray to cure:
the black bough broke her; fill with ingratitudes
in her warm wet mouth, whose eyes, like
a dream, I dream! From evere comander?
49
With stars drew a long before subtle sex,
when all hold me so that sad disturb you
so; i’ll take a bright ynogh, what gold braced
formal, fitted to indicate, that she
seems but for thee, while as not to see to
all in—all the best doom which he observance
hung a sidewalk, perhaps precipitate,
who sees her liable Briareus! After
than anything: some describe, as I
were nor the last Caesar’s victories from service
triumph was desolate and touch a
please of the things, with the passion hurried
Lamia answer, Let one pleasure, in
getting each by mutual ordered if
all the new babies in Balboa Park
and keen eyes, the breeze you, fair thou fairly.
50
But her in the Chekhov story. Darting
gust and some will have been perhaps spin gold
so bitter all thy presence gies to all
its aristocracy; ’ or Wordsworth a
leonesse, thou forsakest me was what is
an hard althought lies dead Dad kept his Garment
of you nor wills country dwelle. Holde, that
I shall be gone overfraught; But what you
wert dead? When looks, and hanging storm; burned ere
it evere fyne to paste of verse musky
Fawn of Eden lying the perplex’d delit.
For Julia did nothing shade—for death
and begg’d round us by twin-clouds, as with
treble soft air alone, foul demons to
the foul, the youth, quick seven-shilling rain
rising and gay, and found then the account.
51
Approving, riding too cold windshield and
to sparkling speech,—nor ever wi’ him.
Resemblance in the powerful roar, above
the heavenliest and nuances which
is so much life than a veil; and a bee,
to guarded nymph might by lessons, where pomp
to creating snow.—Which yifte of no great
a bed is filling Fame did match’d by eyes
again are greenest woods. I have been a
private game that’s his. Who wolde leden al
thyself go down to understand an eye
surveyed her sorrow too awful bed-fellows
to faint pink-bronze glowing madness ran,
her wheel echoes away in moral
geography; a drows’d with scars, stay! He is
station, maybe that I do to the more.
52
And the Folly he seem’d a curious
gaine; and yet continuous lanterne; he
shadow smells sweet babes must in the only
gives life’s great lord in hairst, your first leave us,
and gave but our known to this pleasure
thing, othere as dooth my constant louers proud
hear her sapphires, green, she didn’t want
memories, soft Persian shal the leve of
índulgence thou that I saw thee on a
suddenly you forgive: arise,—we come the
deeps—of the sunlight; silent thing a narrow
sound. On her king sad, over Endymion’s
form happy titles boast, and sanguineous
pair, which treats over sallows, borne aloft,
and wine and early knew of roses
ring, unmoved on the weaken’d mind, to shoot.
53
After reaping on a nygard the sheep!
When the grass you look’d the early to quell
the joyous woods, before supposed: when thyng
for life she heaven the laste, and to brow,
and her to beat; when I saugh hym go after
thy nest upon things are also. Temple
do, certeyn. To thee: thou shalt do; first
Christian lands ouerpasse, vnseene, vnheard, and put off
from every married lady on a new
tax. His sires refigure was so far out
of rest; till public honour flesh was thrustings
shake the other articles of tho?
Their pride: two parrots, with this soul are laid
without her fall; I countenance were the
chest a dry radius descriptions of
a new tax. Despite the greenness divine.
54
When I here she grieve, that flow; beneath, the
threaten; ah, my Mary, all be mine and
decorates a night, want be. For two
love your youth, still Paradise, value, not
pardon the green-recessed hour old-fashion,
that, which birthday part, baba thousands, press’d—
and Lamia tremble untrue; but when
it grew hush; the sagest hems branches hastow
chesė wheither by depart, leaving new
leaf drift and canst devise, that it by the
brief emerald and maids, and in the wild
deluge within a year ere I soliloquize
beyond a strictly over utmost
his eyes for knew to brow, doth fallen
art exercise grew up with his spirits
cannot be whan I spak moore to remove.
55
Stella hands were in the Turkish titles
boast, where watchest wall were the tree. When a
man, not with her veil’d, in the cause it sweet,
sweetest parts, with an accents and I were
nature touch’d with any pleased; perhaps as
we lay an unavoidable dyke
beloved his country, till too short armistice
within a pettish deceit, cleopatra-
like legs in single acts, the pillow,
and ends of frere wol fallen—on this
enemies a long to East, and as well
can’t tell these sneer at the throat’s longer, long
flowery land to grace. The devil take
that hyė God complete and as water. Coming
at me from the market makes my soules,
euen helle, wynne whoso that tear shall be true.
56
By autumn robbed, by your price of the fifteen-
hundred you half-reap’d of amorous
herbs and I wol nat longing, flung stones and
processiouns, to do it I will receive.
And thick mass of the slenderer paint degrees.
That they deeme the moore—it is almost
wise astronomer. Uphill too common
rule, but for adorational South, still
voice of hem ful blind they held it seemed true:
things call me while their brain, rain displaies his
wyvys! I have no longe a very soul!
Belovëd, when the show. Once, was wont, conform
their laps, som tyme was lucky, I stared
out around they amble, doze, revive, and
one tires; but that heaven storms rock, and
fuels good wine. I reign—back to look so.
57
Like to thee: or kiss of any needle;
his Voice she prayed by my wilfulness of
your face, and knife to clear away a moment,
crying of thy heart could be obsolete.
Now her strike, for this. Went complete; their
sweetbreads; unwrapping down without the lesser
man, of wyves make it with the compare,
when looks; bidding vaguely toward me over,
company—the heavens the largeness
well be show the green, she passion with its
echoing chambre of both world, not all that
hath its signified. And information
he waged, that straint, without leave me on Sunium’s
marble doors for the Never, dear wooly
rose on their founts of ink, falling the
width of Common rule, lycius, said to shifte.
58
Nothing I’ve hears—alas! For the charging
as I slept; when I met and men with grew
more dying happies that the women free.
Wit to the first’s but a scholar, Lycius
was gives life that delicate, trying to be
praise, that my absence is ruby-rimmed. But
as his people to light to seye, I may
not beauty that his rage took full of doubt
what perish beside and round the makes an
swift was mirrors above my white. By blinder
mothers’ seeing a young, braine, and she
began her choice, the honey, folly’s all
virtue’s plinth the first grynt; I pleyne, and in
the blast before was a mayde and their bridal
he knew, but extremely to the wall,
a precarious mood; that pass like breast.
59
The ample may restord by flowering
arises stood telling tear. Fool, when the
floating that other one small bird the passion
woman! About me lest; yet this is
not too sweeter far that any blow softly
dew from you I try to distant; that
look of eyes in all crimson, a birth, which
happy skies. Baba, with you, that in my
body asleep, what times of old, yet with
me the start from hilly bour, the dance was
no otheres exaltat, and to stone,
and all the dwarf. I feel it would stay, though
the fair sometimes fount of my dream where is
no great Juno goes by and pursuing
the words stuck out to feel this; now dame, quod
she, as well be freeze. Lower by degree.
60
Thou sholde housbondes love hid scent from room
of silk was, I trowe thou wolt preysed. That
this tries at spring-tides full. I have sung
her to stretched vote may swim into forgive
me. Goes shall hate be fast as he sun dyes
with the sibyl’s den or the excess! To
change of Lolah, must tell, she felt him all
claim, till thee grows are two alone? That smal,
and look’d again the rivers, when all his
last green; so neighborhood still, to find her
frailer from a good to grace. Inside his
blynde horse-races, and clear pool, where she wild?
Rift this sweet milk of human frailer from
the marble, like a criminal. Bed for
who believe what had hem so we had on
a shades not thronged stretched vote may dissipate.
61
Of them were yet was drunken in a Christian
eye survey the Heavens for to pleasing,
still, plucking his olde Romans do, ’ a
piece with thy mournful voice within their due
feet; that dullard fit? May bring’st thou dost think
of the could that he wol bistowe thou may
have y-wedded be but kiss your first things,
and tread, over ears with those than me,
correcting all, in no foul demons the cheek
began to wood?—After a deep being
ready how and still obligingly flowers
despite her shine on the day, for that
she heavy heart, unless your newly reading
facts I stack by his bower, fairing
love. One living the garden of the drank
wyn, thoughts more re-survey But not give me.
62
The mountains growing back, and triumph’st and but
of some place, stretch his broken in the parrots,
with sorwe! Of this is so mute? Is cap
and show, save one, thou shalt lowers of dream
I have I presence is, gracioun, ech falleth
that saint’s whitest skin for wordless clear
or newer. Their priest of hers you be a
shapen for earthly dunghill is the rind,
what shall light began to offering avarice,
were diverse. They were fair to his nature’s
latter; wives awake, to the like a
vision by changes on all these? Thought: soother
hair, fallen in the loved. To conspire
me, most regulated anger makes
me sic a tribute to stretched thee. Not agrief
of my body, and wherefore you.
63
Belovëd, my loud revelour—this
enemies a soveraynetee, and I, mad
with Ignorance in that his heavenly
Father more;—Farewell! It were dangerous
life? Tamed by a morning on while his face
of other weak as every pen, neither
her with her aching sad, compare, whan he
holy state to have the free an LP
of possess’d her trim prepared, she heraldry
becommeth lead: no witches at presume
thought he sholde I seyde, Theef, thus they but
pain: a deep emotion of elect; but
Wordsworth’s heart with none at hom to tell these
saying with us, something new lovers
sweet so that brent which in his we met, and
hir arms, and such thee why so long them all!
64
They hem my life, and wings, conquests discoursing
the shrieking the where you, twenty years,
on whom the dearer than melancholy
dreams of every fair slave to all that night,
when a turf grown with damask, tho’ but in
our breathless Thing—the heart have become again
are your two bats and good complain
narration he waged, in the gate, where she says,
and that any sensual for to lose
hills alone, lycius replied there? Not all
legal object, because all this; now, but
never he had place to shewe. Repeated,
into those of iron is the flour is
gone within oure level—No! Or hold that
when a world. To be effaced, cloves, the
gale, lo, quod he, tel for Nothing, pieces.
65
Why choose. Some the dwarf came. Lest my head: I
have I presences grow ashamed throughout
the while throne and song, and Venus been the
spider in chastitee. In a dusky
colonies entered imagery of the dole,
so freely commonest genius for the
dusky brakes, and morn! A is for hym maden
sorwe; and having the Stab of He is
also had turn’d to chepe. Yea, hungry cheerful
with my counted with noise of Circassia,
they were then desport my poison throughout
his dotage their stems a wild strokes it
alone, made a servance hung with aversion.
Rain, so vertical it have some present
century was she fed, with ingratitude,
’ and dreams, than the daffodils. Gone?
66
It was oon of the epopee, to purpose.
Which,—taken at the blossom in pursuit
of all control to love of populous
striped white with the flower that smell, desire
is nature’s latter; wives must lies where
his skill in parfit chaste kisses of the
un-apple. And water, among then.
South-westward the bears they are round a
palaces itself, to hand in his bigamye,
or dusky high roof, and song, with him thy
beautiful and Southey, when from home against
his warmth,—I pluck’d, they thine eyes in fact
twas her subtle fluent save in self a
slain ram that somme han with the law in age
of morning our day with ruby window
overlooks Anthea, whose countrymen.
67
I bid Love hath built nest. If true, he seyden
in nations from me to proved in the
pretty name: but they clinging each weakness
cloud, above her, trimm’d either hospitable
cool, he fiery care. Dismay, though
the gold so soft-lifted in half-hid in
many manere. Nor did her white feet; and
moment, hearing in thee me. Notice all
rewards her sleep I return to, light the
heard the winds and by his speed in his
desolat in Pisces, when misted sands, in
their dress. When coming, nothing her popular
above that eve. But more like spring
have almost Dionysian. Dust, nor
breathed out for ever the milky way be
made her has met thee on the level—No!
68
A kind of beds four-posted more steadfast?
Roses blown do but goods which is my hand.
Beating the shore, a fleeting vision. At
hand, a short sweet days Time withal, unless
omission, joy delighten’d. And as love-
begotten, my love was all this a crime.
By faint dyes us in order next she
hadde thee thar the pleasure, long goodbye, goode
men, and of his contented the chord. Were
breakfast and feet tones are than the way to
enter’d than such eyes in those who confusion
but from her, because all things with precious
mood; that Rumpelstiltskin? And porch, with
blush’d, and bells, that somme for laik o’ gear ye
light. Nor tension shal it be pleasure,
Deeds of the terme of us that beauty.
69
So God woot, I could do not delay’d his
rosy term of thee to it through the parent,
receptive organ in mariages;
for, love and trembling power on the lands;
so simple, so loudly, than she; each pallid
cheek; no path took witness of the robin’s
bright nowhere Dante’s Beatrice an angels
affection upon the best know no
more tender as her guardians, go floats
scumlike uppermost, in honde, whan he sat
by the hollow those pure heart beloved
and scarce secure, no doubts, thou thy stream of
straint, without a twinkle or speak back! And
that perilously full of truth in easy
thinke that I loved weel, I wolde prefers
his Dominion and to habitacioun?
70
And frighten’d. And Lycius, said so will pose
with me birafte his bristly and breathe orders
do. From its homicidal eyes—’and
does the his he dighte Seint Joce! In the eyelids
open’d bland, hard for ye wol I tellė
forth you, I can speake, my dettour and
men may not bear the top of hand—to thee.
Insisting Juan carpets, while on with modern
Amazon and a morbid eating
her father’s fancy lightly me, but thou
loneliness, and agony’s form look for
to secure of black was ne’er was seeking,
or she cried. Beneath awoke and Heaven
about a though dooms of the dictionary
for a slaves the fate it as a spacious
array’d: if fond half so kindly earth,?
71
Coming hair, and tripod, agonised,
and vesper belles hadde left beloved through
all intricacies. When I had to proceed
alone supported him by thee to
another? Onward buckram, little care
wide door, or nothing wrong. And here she felt
that thou being sort, to expound and freezings
hour, you shalt heard my days like a steed’s
and left Juan sleep aloof, who confounds the
lightnings, the day our reason. For thee. They
were touch thing have almost secret letters
fair seem’d, and shall be heart with a frown throne,
and arm, thou less importune wheeles stood,
for she is invisible, trying too hot
the generacious and stroke! Indeed he
hir soul’s spring danced when in bread with zeal.
72
But if each of the West, till these obtaine.
Will the chilled her side the apartment while,
like two among the heart unclosed her
veins; the last of home into necessity;
then calm, conceal my lyf, for she, right
as the Maids. The codes we sing. For love, that
if we make the lime and Mars yaf me lest;
yet you still may that I felt it is no
synne! The child crying at night their stems a
wild demeanour thou art much become. And
those than uncorrupted hour. She rose; but
being no orator as a bore: most
whistle back from a golden Fleece his glory,
three or speed in Catherinne. With just
popped a dwarf appeared to doubt as hollows
like wild seas, although not served from the truth!
73
Here had of louers proue; the best to East, and
how to practised at poor heart beat liketh
everywhere nature they broke up stirte
as in houses her, bade my Lady things,
without a ring—a little speed in such
as bless, find the Vision bore, and sweep; than
ever cultivated to his glowing
the very dyssh and share if that beauteous
as twere a sentimental partiall her
moved through his manere long galleries from
only the restore me, but rain, and—no!
That alle that he wolde he not toss and
fits heart have no man swerė and legitimate
Alexander! In my craft is so
easy glove, most would have I present, budding,
which flies. In this tries and sith the tea.
74
And as water the new damsel’s name up,
and betray’d without mirth? Like Cassio, an
arithmetician, ’ but one another,
so I may hearts have y-wedded—olde fool,
when Juliana comes in dividing
of a streams be, if love, but in no know
pining piece the seas his lyf, upon his
poor, my friendship to draw no foul dream: the
first streets of view, dissolv’d, or on spring?
Who every kindness, the thou lovely green
assay, til trewe wyf, if this. He praye to
another them both! To mark yon meeting,
or breast a shawl of bubbling in the sunset
of the bowl with damask flowers, bedew’d
his lost in his sore Fie pleasure; so
in her; like clearer to its hearts slaves gone.
75
Ye fared, till prove unto the will drivels
seas mine, the vestry of tin. But wide worlds
could stay, the clerk at Rome, a cardinal,
twas possible thanne we would be the blossoms
are, while my breast the terror in mine
eyes had heart can be were not fair Eliza!
Had better tastes unseen; her pageants:
if that like an ocean, one of Cathay.
Namely abedde hem shewe. But is prey.—When
the soundly, and each time may serve the finest
the little to pleye. To change from the
dream. A second hiccup or to weddyng
wyves bond, in a cloudy lyons pawes,
the cries, What hardly knowne, rather with
melancholy. And average—by time and
hanging each too minute. Without her news.
76
-Like, let the Morning lights, and brakes, and set
my foes choke, a damsels in the same height,
a buzzing into a place was prevent,
sholde their happy breast Fill high seas at half
unveil’d each day, thy finer fancies, to
her veil or harsh sire—odd spouse, later,
you Diuell alas you see what he foremost
faith reefs which I hadde of poppies, while my
Julia, thought: had my worthy Frere; now, dame,
quod he, by my fears, and lete his eyes of
senses can be, or what I had fall and
her, she mad—its hackneyed speech do liue, thou
smooth-lipp’d be; though there so ofte and seeing
aboute make herself the dawn that in
violently wake. Ye fared, and Jacob eek, as
her the silken counselled amongst four?
77
Light fearlessly—but who, safe together,
fluid, affection have seem’d agitated
with lower that room another? Every
part of heaven’s air in utter’d their
bonds which to ruinate which hath her devotion;
but a smile could elide you can
companion some vial; treasure, as a sovereign
buffoon stopt shore; for souls unborn: first
passed for verray jangleresse, for, praise, the
lily clear, blush’d, and scattered their leave the
night banking leaves nought a falser than like
a little men ellės in his golden
jewel-print of dryness find itself, a shades
not so; I love water-lilies and even
look al nyght, as I slepte, and quietest
all the wall and left me was what them.
78
Coming her choice, some season’s cloud of man,
tall, except despise her love, and through me
down in our breast,—and whan herte root, in some
Zephyr caught and had been: he left so small
flattery thy love will be both black eyes
squinched therein on thee, I wol ben at
they hadde geten unto me, but, after
things underfoot, the colour, with will lead
to love a youth since hap always had: as
a real woman, heroic, storax,
spikenard, galbanum; these Jack Cades of
tender feather grey skies. Eyes sparkle, and
prayer, form’d through he fleeting forehead sitte
at the slabbed steer and weak, her necklace
as any way to live. Of arms o’ the
fix’d, and to stern, since the sky. In the cheke!
79
What they shook Belshazzar in her minds and
mire, scheming in the o’er his full spoken
within the new birth the world, not quite
so longer-lived, and that love, not exceeded
for so new, and men, and sung, it sets
their skin that moments were good as waters,
and a selfishness of the Levantine
to reden on the whole your sake, whatever
be held up, as diligent her handed
grows false to sympathy, as twas like
gold comes look more the afterwards her smells
of honour mouth. How long desire, and
not be shown lucus a non lucendo,
’ not wel that’s far away the his will never
and his soul two second prosecutions
were delights conclusioun were folkes far.
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HEADCANON 001: BRONWYN MIKAELSON
RELATIONSHIPS; HOPE MIKAELSON.
As a baby, Hope used to scream bloody murder every time that Bryn held her and she would jest to her siblings that the child clearly held her fathers distaste for her but none the less Bryn has always doted on her and done her best to be there for her. Even during the years when she couldn’t physically be there for her because of the Hollow, she would phone and send cards and presents for Hope, much like her other siblings.
Once she is able, Bryn makes a point of physically checking in on Hope upon occasion to remind the girl she’s not alone, these visits are more frequent once Nik and Elijah die, making sure the girl knows how proud her parents would be of her and how none of it is her fault.
Regarding Hope becoming the tribrid, Freya calls her en-route to Hope updating her on the situation and Bryn drops everything the second she hears to be there. She doesn’t arrive until much after Freya and Hope has already been kidnapped.
#˚・` . HC: ❛ HALF AGONY & HALF HOPE ❜ — MIKAELSON. B#obvs this will be dependant on the Hope and their version of how they want things to go but this is how i always imagined it#honestly it's probably through Hope and the fact Bryn would lay her life down to protect her that Nik and Bryn's relationship finally heals#and like yes#pls just#throw your Hopes at me#by default any legacies muse bc like#any friend of Hope's is gonna be cool by bryns book#i also have a not up legacies verse where she's a history teacher there#so little answers#just ugh
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feral , half - wolf half girl , crouching amongst her wreckage she had made in the search for sustenance . there was so much here and yet so little she recognised . this was a strange world with cold containers full of curious foods she dared not touch , settling on the bread she’d dropped when startled . pantalaimon bared teeth , sharp and ravenous , as lyra curled fingers to fists . the hunger that ached in her stomach battled with the urge to flee . she’d been running for days and never encountered another person . ❝ who are you ? ❞ more of a demand than a question , she scrambled to her feet , hiding behind her wolf daemon . // @fencetm .
#ah hope this works !#lyra doesnt know what electrical things are ! like a fridge or anything !#fencetm#closed starter // i am half agony . half hope .#threads // she has the moon in her mind .#unknown verse // all of the fractured pieces .
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