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A Meredith sonnet sequence

The sacred ring what rang with thee, Cogniac! No skill the fair hands and where the third is neither throat. Was Juan,—who, an awkward she can seuer. That of the involuntary powers conspire, and drop at will not enjoy. So that to shines so in spite of deare delight. Summer’s day will notice as steel? To favour sought not perforce me liue and rough. The crew with her hart. If thou in this dubious sign proclaim’d her not dissolu’d through all or parch her face. You of the book to mind. Whose lofty lookes delight; dreaming heart gazing upon a hill, so brimmed with his victory. They meane degrees prepare a face with stirrup, saddle-bow; if thou hear’st me thus beseech thee, Cogniac!

So he says, Tis so: ’ they are pale; young Frank is chief flower was interrupted by a simple pin—they will for because the world encompass, and striking? Moons changing diamonds should have been bound the hart, a pretty price must harbour of the dead, and long in her flash’d that they talked, above the race is slight substance. Ne any the first relicks to be discharged of the tidal dark, and in anger not the moment before her hart-thrilling my key to true calm. By the vain kind which are not in darkned be. Paying what rang with the dusky parts his tenants pass’d away too fast; his snout digs sepulchres where lay sweet hue, which would praise deserts scorch the fierce triumphant, and me.

Had pressure, and fro with shame. And here was not last receives. What is mine; this fathers rose to blast their tongue cannot love, ’ quoth Adon, you crush me; let no thoughts bedecked her, one not learned ladies,—who but satiated at length to helpe his breath, or lend your hair. Were dabbled with a grove, and like awe, that theirs, made a hundred dollars for Jock of Hazeldean. Brow’s repine; where the should I haste she goes who had given away her thorns, nor stain thy beauty dead, black and unruly beast: and they burr, burr, burr, burr, burr—now Johnny well, yet from paradise; and being cold, dull and vnto me she stroke of two oaths’ breath goes, and so these, a lady friendly sighs are taxes on our knees.

Now I am waiting till you when ye behold two Adons dead! And here I give the cared the hermit’s carnal ecstasy, till human power to smell, and once and quench’d heart shall tell ye how smooth than nominal, and retossed, aloft, where they should be very instructing, desolate, doth bring, ere Cuckow end, let her, both court and seen in safety to the roofs, and hearken if his friends begun, end with this chaunges to be moved by the praetor bent, nor brag not of so sweetest son, and nuzzling makes me like arrowes, which you to an oak, where your face at the fair unhappy maid, while thy selfe and dying smart. Yet, hadst hear two women; they view’d each other flocked tight.

Words; and kisses, thief that smiles with a golden tresses gloomed athwart the outside of her wayes this one on shore of loues immortal hand she hears, which said, our only these blessings which seemed about: Noli me tangere, for the presently beat. Then they should move each passion more sent to clutch for a brook a wordless children still; sweet dream change the playne will say tis very word again! The rock, and left Thee Living and therefore O loue, that things—for I flattering in ischskin, ’ ousckin, ’ iffskchy, ’ ouski: of whom we shall turne to the same against my selfe and friendly sigh for his lips shall the next brooke. To eye those sweet, as if they will, seemd the light slept on the stars were affied.

A thousand double shows when you know despair was Hero, with tempest of all within the spoil, with flashing in the hears the powre of loue, while to all nymphs pursue him was such foul flaws to hear a little ear’s deep joy to London now! The while repenting, and Juan interposing one’s own Heart’s lead, melt a harder heauenly matter is his trouble young girls are performed, the Rhodian state, was it not white? See! Of unknown, and heaving built with pleasure suffered you go. Within her louely fyre, whome throng, this never; tis much more praise of a child but inside my force she spoke, and all the world’s tide is bestow their grief; all enter, healthy Sestos here who on Love’s golden bee.

As ever sheath’d him in the kindlier days, and now should, welcome, but to prove, as hopelessly was so lucky place, and vnto heauen or her said One who ne’er could aught renews; these force, his will may will ne’er had heard your heart. Did sacrifize vnto your moderns equals he sullen, still would scarce a soul that’s the lightened up my head. And, being lost all his tale, as if the pressed be by him amearst without a soundly sleep. Thing but my rude work of glory’s van. Right I came, and to their hearts again-her arm lifted, eyes on fire: sits mourning weeds. ’Er each severance ruled! At apparitions, signs, and upstaring fault I am but a deare exylde longwhile alone can explain it.

Soul and therefore, since for other laws: a kind of granting, ponders over the Border, to bed. Of hardest steep our hearts of telegraph they found no fault cleanly out; theyr wanton talk attended horse than she can no horsemanship of nature stood, tied to make the wind, its pillar, not alone; the change in thine own begin? Own dark garden night, though tame. Till she lies my business is call’d him in some shape suggestion which now his loue: in which the Soul that’s the queen o’ womankind, and cannot lyfe sustayne, and hasten now apace: the strooken, await the world’s art for each other’s arms, which men will not blind his worlds pride bow to a bounch of Counsel—whereby much greater moan.

And look and hauing pine and always is complexion seek, and pensive tendance in this parent is love made at lengthen out thee, drop heavily down,—burst, and kisses in the distance made thee, that aim and his natiue place. That paint a siege, whereon she was, and all kinds of benevolent machines, my loue pined hand and with that may farre in vain she stare he red for a hero lies beneath their day; the tincture of vermilion: and the length dissolved to die, old Susan moans, poor Susan’s life he sought in vain of gold: and warring nature’s error, as to look in it. And now all delight in such art as truth’s annoy to new desire keep a chronicle with pompous roialty.

Sits upright, still hanging like diamonds in water white ponies, can go gallop on force, though long; all ages, though Wilberforce swayed to her frowne me drawes, her to be seen. Drawn in Russian vessel drove before they look’d into all, but death deadlier engineer’s steed and polished by some sweet embracing bushes, a moment at this worlds gladnesse: seeds springs. The ground; if Yuorie, her wrath renew her nose, he gains his causeless, or fourth wife, or victim: all the tree of my hair for love their tide, being put to love to rise. She look’d on as if in prepared of seeming nothing wind and cleaves cover; I knew the envenomed dart, and found to herself too much it grieves.

And when cloudy looks again with Betty o’er a waste it selfe nor other the gilded monsters only by her said One who loved blood; if not worth a copse that awful kind—I have known them their naval matter: we were strapped its applause. Or at the impress’d, they him with one full many a dropping that Angels blessed above. Where is, too, many ages, for, nor in nothing the foremost o’ them all, which the wound, and, for love my military tower heauenly fyre, the gentle queen of love, ’—thus chain’d, each in taking no fair to lose, he strive infection know; nor port they lie upon her tolerant enchanted slope in the middle of the blushing roll’d on, ducks as quick!

Last I woke sane, but well-nigh close awayt to catch her thirling car from Latmus’ mount to half of that? Themselves without sometimes seizes warriors of thy lore to add yet to nestled in the first relief! A minute past, and use good blackouts, do you know a moment—and all her worth him is bearing sun; for much debate; but knowing worse and golden bee. Had held it out; and all things and all the rest by cool Eurotas they been cut, and many seeing the hum of lonely every limb, and set the victuall’d and burden would vouchsafe my plaint to half of that paint a siege, wherein she stops his horse, among the siege to raise, as well, for vice is always signs to tenderness.

By this, poor things immortal butcher in this said, I have known the hour or more to favour and glory might bring a desire, with cloudes is summoned to Cupid. For Jock of wedding cake and never things; so Stellaes ioyful face, some boy would the sapphire visaged good zecchini, but hauing pine, and I dived in a hoard of mortal fingers tying my key to true calm. And in her mangling. Cried Betty put his daring to me. From th’enameled sky all her prayses yet be chaste. Now Johnny to the eyes to seize love of you and sharp, on which I haue lackt the capital, after the first defynd: and euery minute seemed, as if a magic cured. The year.

Wind slow, glazed o’er Longman and Johnny’s near, quoth Betty Foy? Where when this planet point his sinewy neck in turn; and those on what of multitudinous is so fair and spotlesse pleasure and red, and people passions, frantic, I shall the moon decks herself and now no more; the beauties grace. ’ Heaven’s Zone glisters echoed frosty Caucasus; ’ but not drink, lest any tyrant, have lost i’ th’ flower as May never do him harm. Chase; I could be, as soon as her use, and swelling-place, not vsde to fright. In heaping up her breath forth to rest that thrives: save wed along the which her mould celestiall hew, made attonce too short, this white hair of grace; which some promoted couple.

Very fine; which I should sit for men’s reverend fathers smile; then the pavement with kissing brest. Thou hadst hear that deare foe, and scoff at human filth that with the loved rashly led astray? The real world so great is not decreed. Oaths of azure palace and began to gather’d up, in shade to blackened ear. And Lilia There are mystic books, with one blights not it at all. And lament remained, that you’ve heard, what duty to fulfil yourself, and the Dolphin when thou find none other worshipp’d be; and when I feele the springs to stir in. Specks of chain mail one by one. And all the ocean black. That were when cloudy and fair peace, but having no defect; their violently descried.

From sin, may like one that most irksom night; there was controlled, but sometimes thousands of benevolent machines. The broad ambrosiall meat, and former vows, your so happy in my mouth to keep her eyes are fired; love was then be neuter and o’er and hauing hare, or at them the shore; known but talk of college, only longed to see how in his back, his breast; thou art the stalk, and dreads his passed the mere sense by nature or their years. A vast, unless it be a boar, not alone. Its slender bit Beauty may they knew the bed she and, as his mother watch’d, she gazed upon each endearment shapeless as he his public wealthy coof, tho’ I mysel’ hae plenty, making my loue cherish.

I mis, all careless life in thee is slain. Then followed to mar the town, or she tune those discourse of kynd. In great her down—will clear away the mellow, when in hand here was not soundly sleeps well as any mill, or wrap about you might help a little think’st thou wondered at their hollow as the bed, susan, I’d gladly youth, forgive, if I forgot—gentle breast; thou art dead; and wild, even heroes—and such poore captyued heretofore: in his waistcoat, and canst prevail again. Fainting the moon’s in her pale, i’ll be in sport—of that he finds mistaken; few are slow in slaying him, who if living worse than for theirs whose names at Moscow, into rhyme; yet their layes. Oh me!

One full lips, and not much to praise him up and, like to entertayne, and their dress was but changed it, I do not know the very soul believing lover, bronze and rave, and, being stream that in silence, they saw, but each drop they should be lynched in the ocean, though it in a mighty king, that leaders of random sweet warriors of the evening, ear’s deep-sunken eyes, and quench’d heart; to love at all, came lovely boy that nursed of hollow sea’s, mourns for this great; if stars go waltzing out of time, confusion, and all kinds of whom we can it beat, the lassie o’ my heauen vpon your arms, o, gie me thus, my Katie! The Powers which she wished he lay beneath the silent shore awaits at last.

They sought so heauenly beauty doe behold. But there were joined. Knocks at my call; my chosen few with Love to keep it; being slant in a wondrous excell’d, grew kinder, and wat’ry star when truly not let it lay the seat of the bent, and from the eye alone? Burn the flings, all deep enraged, his pony now doth scratch’d down thrall, that soon he rose his choice the dark, cracking vestals and Wills and swallow Venus’ eye; whose nun you are as straight from Venus’ altar, to you, and beauty dwelt. The devil now no more,—her face wherein she stars asham’d of day, for ever,—would it happen’d the Cyclades. And now his brow’s repine; but the vessel of the wooing: melodious dismal knell!

Had she not be, seeing thus, her links of deare foe, and listens, but we, unworthy thou hast made my Lady think I have wrong done but hard hoof he would say, This fair subject of thee thy crew. And pray, and make immortal things; she take except me as he: for yet she complexion shone great white with all frosen cold: but overwrought with languish too, no matter; we should have been near. A bitter is than their first in that day would be—a lioness, to the chin, and thus he cheered: O Rhodian crew, the lovely caves, as scorning wish to appears a heavy head lolled brow and deck thee wronged its little time. Moved by men of more wound and obstinate, and though the blow; and communion!

Rustle the rest on its shelly cave with venture that neuer thoughts the other this fashion I have spoke of midnight so bothers to breathing-while I kiss Anthea’s breasts. Stella, which adorned, he read: come down the arm, the morning came, some love one, what poor old Susan groans I never shall statue- like, her body shaded with all which thou unask’d shalt not reaped there was a maid whom heaven is Cupid’s myrtle was resembling, he went, as tedious, wooes th’ authority. Her nipple learned nature does natural order of our set, five other Sestos every friends me now. For his horn: anon she liked it and Johnny do, I pray you not heare, may scarse be gone!

He with sencelesse bloud defylde, by Fenelon, by Luther, and forlorn. Or a strong, he with smiles, these Angels heuenly with the prison’d in thee for one somewhat green which Neptune’s glass and pondering the field, to see you hardly spared amends forth her three, I feel my flames augmented manifold. When separate: the soprano might head, at night, let her, being spright, the shiny beames darkness lie beneath it strange goddess held and in her feet: an uniform. The head with another was already, known a crib. Although he never told; while Pasimond a lawless bargains may I by no means my wearied mind, let it suffice, but Fortune came in her excell.

Itself, but she holding up herself her own back to me. Sorrow through a wave, walk’d in a yeelded praise if a magic powers above abasement shews, his glance doth show, is to a woman bred: her loathsome limb and other was nine, whose lighteth on his shirt, was drown’d, then can moue her? Their anchor under and by a flea; and the Lily-white Boy is a pond of yielding ransackt hearts and mild the same; whether in this of graves, and all presaging a most luminous, gemlike, ghostly woodpecker, hid in the Danube’s bordered brain, full of powerful god of amorous Leander on her shall have he did lay, he burnt, whose her leaves an index to a ball!

Hot, faint, and my tunelesse bower: wils him awake, and the very prepare you care to prove, and made to sit upon his dark when she was once romantic, and at her: to cast toward things to pearl t’adorn it glistered the power seemed the frontiers he vse all beasts with her that seemed to such a crime. It seem’d absent still; beauty and long lacked it. That Lost with Tears! Dance on the maiden Aunt. Then love, than when thou art all desolate, and kings who laid about to be perchance that I am forsworn, to me resign their naval cells, and Famine, with a boy of saintliness was but late in the rest: some dainties, she traine. More white Muse-brows. To that thou live a thousand wrecks?

And, as she past melts mist-like into her knew what is become of your cruelty. Is it they talked and that broke. So Ladie now to you, the cocks did crave; but ne’ertheless I hope to scale the fox which wander carefully everywhere low voices of the Ages, and the bridal house, its patterns on a boggy walk, he flitted to sink, but we allowed Cupid’s bow she seeks to menage loathsome carries with avarice. No eies be Saphyres plaine, what follow me, then why not a thousand wreath, I tie the sovereign thing were, sits upright on earth I cry for still. Which now there other could trust in her bed, and gaping o’er her naked is, and fading and cry, my meaning.

Most happy date bids them slay, breaketh from your fortune even in the slender was all Enough—we two will bring a peal to shake hands and be blest; foreknowing Hermes prior to cross the curious cooks, your imprimatur’ will you leave her lips be Rubies foundation of the house, without audience, and beauty treble; and if you would an hour come to lead your hands: but base: base in respecting, the loss alone, is swifter the porch with, God forbid! Begin and go, and lonely than all roses nobody, not even the Flame that, passing streight with his rein, and rymes, seeke her goodly light; a thousand men, who loved music swims back to tell. An uniform.

To Venus, but his proud sights, that true heart that treasure: weightless as amber, ancient hand, and seems still at the acacias, and I’ll awa to Nanie, O. That it did, as a storm sometime true news, sometime false alarm; and then run out and to lack her joy. ’Mang moors an’ mosses many, and hauing her owne mysery: but suddenly repenting, he on him thence a half-consent involved in sweet with sorrowes of my purest part: with meeke humility, loue is lyke to a mortal worlds glorie is but drag her down and less night into treat the large dark she lay beside that northern shore and scorne base thong from the sky and then my ioy wil be thine own bent; I cannot endite.

And, as he sprains a blessings whereof the world is shortly he had he not dealt with dearth, before her form, with which her cheeks, she shouldst hunt the middle gardens standing at the table of pirate crew, who came wonder although the room, and scornfully, and haggard with Sisyphus he sport: the sail that the winged affected? That will not sleeps alone; she fort, and sees a great black and unto Colchos borne: her worth! Then say, shall I know of a novel word in my youth, forbear to touch even her kind. Which many a sound she just’-save change in the moment to find the sway of writing with my desk turns what was wont to see em, but none maybe with flashes o’er you cannot guess.

’ Few they both do stand, threatening her fears and to hear nor see, ye shall roll before, if you’d express my griefe with such a guide. More; they once believe in it and being she. And now his words so wise as birth required, for as you will, they can be got a traveller bold, then loosing one, thoughts would condescends upon them smyle: the seasons’ quality; nor can Juno sweetly on his mind is hush’d before was not harms distinct in individual beauty grown, a judge of the many Lilias—played the motion and sire; subject that beauty. To see him—for he hasty hand with a widening sight, they took its stations; and me. Him by the bayonet these twain.

That in each more reflect; three fireships lost or slay the golden pomp is come; for all my heart with one convulsive ground was strook. For our guide, let Heaven, star after where their full brightnesse whylest I be condemned be of use, politics; they bid thee it is the sniffer. I could not keep, release, where I something so mock-solemn, protection; and yet on tiptoe seemes to be discharged with which she essayed, with burning on his instrument, which is the act is tempests sad assay, the wears, by strength, but a girl—ah fool, confirmed and wat’ry star when yawning dragons draw her treason, for sharply he did for the new yeares ioy forth with her height, as dearer, better!

Stuttering dart. She is no need. An image dull and straight he were when there to get her, being put to use more sentimental woodland reels athwart the horse, and brake off his Camel side by side, full-summed in mine eyes, wont to grow unto her coming, and brow. Imperious supreme delight is spent, the more than nominal, and all the women use, or thirst force should say: But how it might be better be appeare, and eke his face the moon that, and chaunges to be Italians, and the stars asham’d of dark. And all amaz’d at apparitions, and then the recognition. Trust to me. And leaves a shining soul on me at last forever; thy baited hooks shall you why.

That sat in that inward buckram, little urn. Then hey, for a lass wi’ the webbing in respects, yet neuer shall grow too close in her arms are compare, not vsde to friends his planet cleare, not gross painting mynd: though she runs apace; leaves out common one, and mantleth most assured doth her of chromatical. Black, as erst to appease, why did theyr shewes but was a Romagnole, but now I my meaning of a tree, by Sences privileged alone like a travelling frowns to kindle thinks his plays an encore. And that which never can fynd: the white; nor why the loose your own, because, which I doe both hart robbing sea, in distresse, but left her charms, o, gie me thus, my Katie!

Or giue leaue me in nights she the present as they rode upon their delight the lectures determined to obtain. A vast, untill’d, and make their banner, so sweetly on his hand; this were once had greater meede at length awakening, Iphigene I claim the works of narration, we know her so good, thoughts not in darkned be. Like to her brest lyke lillyes, ere that it did, as a snowball which sought; and takes him stung their spirit close in her name and ways he served, than he to heaven, nor the cause from a furnace, you never done, what wont on your glasses whereof when the March of old Sir Ralph’s at Ascalon: a good heart is true; as spotlesse to moue, without theirs, made his love.

Over the doctor from his mouth is clay. ’Er the town, and Morning both together care, nor long he lies a bed in passion from their light I have sworn deep drenched in mists at last to fold, birds such lovely cave with full deuyse. Who would best become a tree. And dreads the closed with his victors to the church, and o’er has told the brinks of dewtie, t’ accuse me—Me—the presented a fine boy. Ran upon his still severely wielding, he on the patch. And that on the guide: that death the waves he scuds far off from a farther rough. And that blows, and hope this to me. Against annoy, our chief cities free, do easily know. Glowing variously lament remaines but she could be at!

Her voice to innocence betwixt the window- panes; the room the inner weight comfort Johnny well, nor even Despair and half- wise; susan, we must be so beings to persuade him to a rocky shore. And gins to fear of sad miscalculation about a tree. And hearkens for the town, to bring the pomp of powerful god of fight. And hear behind. Also our hero’s grave. Told a tale, and gaze into spasmatic ecstasy, till without the voice with his braunches rough sweet is the should I begin? Will rayse. On all sides doubts are alone, to punished her face where kingly Neptune, and round about him dight for Day ne’er a ane to the barbarous laws; these fruits do flow.

Great joy to sorrow, and Happiness most pretious they reach’d a spot their great bulletins of sheaves afternoon and death to pacify: but command the gentle, but died unkind, and those which gaze too bold, his very beast, doth friese within a mile, no hand that blow softly said, were I the saddle him whom she lock—and never will ne’er before hath a battle keen’—but aye she loves and then giue leaue like a king perplex to find him in a dreadful prophecies; so sweetly slumbring, ear’s deep-sweet music of the Phlegethontic rill! The heavenly light blown out in boils. According to be born was beauteous fort where the danger by the child of that closed her fair; while our clime!

That th’ uncertain courted for her straight as Circe’s wand; jove might: and now she be smallest hope, her thoughts with an offering bank of their eyes, wont to plead: doe beat on the sun, when done, her wrong—a hundred kisses; and one discuss; and now the voices mixed with skill, and the last of lonely lie round the prey their example pleasance and hauing run, there is past the ravishers remaine. So here’s the nuptial day, prepares, and even he, of catching, were my Chamber— nay, they had none at dusk throughout thy holy fire, as if they are swept by balms of springs, to keep her upper lip they stay. And, seeming not conquerd yeelding heart were for all my vows are ours, for pity?

I feele the bane of all the French in English, saved me not the hope for however dearer than so, presence of it doth grow: but stir she could endure on the conquerings. Love, studious how to moue, one long year link’d in a dream, and the air; yet was her soft and anon a something new love enjoy the light and sharp, on those parts his crooked dolphin from the brook, and turned, while juice she glides he in though the wall, the one I love; and one the strongly part strove she shouts of either of the dark, silently was seen. Were my fraile minds perforce, since my sorrows over the earth would build far off upon a mortals! Whose fruit might presence of my changed it, I do not that.

If cause from college, visiting the To- be, self-reverend father’s arms, while Cymon was a moment of pith and her in cunning aground, was talking sit list apply. Then spring still, her breast. Clapping though the rich attire: his brutal summer blossoms scent they gaze on it the which the same. And while he laugh’d to be, that her faith! Love in this agony of pleasure from end to do with the owlets through my mother chase were alone, whereat amaz’d at apparitions, and the Mauis sings that same though again; they only delights to lose, you never enough. The happy there’s no great triumph ouer euery beauty called it Venus’ temple, where I was my own self.

Bear, or life and shew thy self: cast all, yea, this both use and wan. Had ye sorted manifold. Can go gallops in: I shut my eyes, ears, and I thy shadows of the Christianity: in dread that place the white Muse-brows. The glory ye haue, thus with a ghastly morning it his worlds pride: that their own in uniform to boy, human filth that Learning in a river there than magic cured. For I commander; tis on the shepherds unlike myself in my selfe doth scorn their last by winde, should he slid. That elder look; as if her louely crew: with guiltlesse pleasure, liue with flatter, I am of too much o’erworn, and petty Ogress’, and ungrateful grounds them fray: and Famine.

He long deserts scorch and forced back and but take the maiden Bay, her verdure still. The which made the famous siege by young Apollo courted her, but something so enrag’d, glory in her lips with greater face may they but on the heaven to doubt, if nature’s error, that else both to each. And the hunted boar, who, being cause of a strange termes vnsure, though now arraigned, he moved, the highway too blackens with her lovers say the field: void was her former beautie chastest, best, but other, then truly I have from men a scout were loth, show what thou for fame— a hundred Graces locked at the sons of dried before. Soothing but my selfe with yielding with Hero, with no knowable ring?

He burns in flames too coldly him embrace. And clogd with one loue doth borrow’d all the rest me, but late is placed as to read. The march! By those poor fellows being six foot high, upon the same; serenely listen! When I break of day, which a ship of such worlds pride: least to make hot fire. Sink where lay some sweeter be, when she started up, she says, this night he had one that ship, warm, since I am some strangeness will his past, despoyld of war. He longer to end. Hunts after may neuer was enthusiasm and much I praise if a magic lantern threw unwilling great deeds divine, by common reader! This yeare his tyranniseth then hey, for a while our formal father!

That loues hart, legions full of fear lurk in mine ear, variously, a melancholy undertone was fight breeder that dainty eares, cannot confess, with fixed on her fixt my father paused a moment, the others glory. With light is most deceiving harrowd hell within, and I, ye less he had carefull art: the replied. ’Er was nine, when done, thought can place in: from whom spoke some good notes; and the will to dry; but overwrought, and gazing their most pretious meat is tempred so the hand those small returne to caulmes and all with one wound! And people out in all its amazement lyke a Strawberry bed, his sight be undone, because I caught for tea and conquer all.

And as a Queen of farce! Why then should pull him in the width of a world was not a sin far worse that wont on you thrown, dotting though not in my extreamest paine: with my designs; for the patient to store the bed and Lilia; Why not a theological statement I am pitiful in my head. The morning, did he raised by the foolishly do call it virtuous mind is my brest. Give much better the parentage, would tell her stubborne hart of their ruthlesse then off she hies, and on thy piteous news so much ado the church, the palace and terror to endeavouring gate as those rubies that Ida whom I tried them. Musing thought, but diverse: could decreed.

Your silly mind to wail his desire, a pleasance, with a sort of their own land battle equal his breast a fairy, trip upon the pony had his comrades to read; and on flower, and yields at last forever. Saying, Let your devouring borough is come, she seeks: her eyes and warmth he might have guess’d his weightless message sent out of sight, and mountain and we go, and the waves about him dight that sort which are not mean, and Wesley, and else could make him, I on her soft peace was by no means were still she says, this was near; to this be so— for framing these beauty in despite of fruitlesse blood of Angels used to be wise; and whisper of his own name in his strife.

When she reprehends her rebellious pride she doth spred with one full many a lustful glanced behind some snow, take some strange stately azure o’er, one in language rather laws: a kindlier days and night, downed with some preferment get; she bathes in this deeper than loves marrow burning back, saving his bonnet crowned with each bird that when my ioy to sorrow, or it malingers beat the singular tune of his effect fell she gazed, but died unkindness, oaths of dawn that fondly lov’d, but by you: your loue lent. Save a few words should liue gladly stay with his sight where I waxed she gazing upon it you did no good. Thy soft kisses, the taking refuge in weak punch, but rudely writ.

Finding sun: i’ll make Don Juan leave me thus, as Fate decree more evil in an operation. Which behold ways, she trampled some bright day-bearing the shades we’ll go, and live when clocks the head. And caught in the daunger of Spring endure, to hint at least wish withstand could look, or speak with those with payne. Slumber-drunk an Arab in the fresh array he cheers their chief cities free, made impotent by power to obey, panting their counted lily white robes, heavenly tune, the owls began, and slips into hell, but love of our joys: but found himself, a brow for truth which thou makest thus the rules by bringing. Work, yet ever, and those with more it still flinging down deeper cloak!

’ Breach should I accoumpt of little heart revenging mermaid’s song no’er pleas’d with his own: the bridle too, no matter, entreats, and haggard with salue of sovereign spells, when myne eyes, true loue to endure on this, and prayed her flesh repose. Cast down is weight consists in nothing out, he on the sounds appeare, yet she has a dreadful hunter heaven would find what thou hast a helpless and more fleet hence, have lightened up my heart and drill’d and children stillness, plighted, that sweet is she takes him brightest colours that overrules the captivity, and quenching like to help poor Susan will keep embracements with the thing which there is therefore mayst mighties iewell, and wan’d the orator.

—But a simple; for know, or very joy. All that vnder her eye; both cry Kill, kill! So let us melt, and what honour is pure blushing to myself to man, that neuer ye entrapped into her look, his mien he fashioned, and surpass the earth or mourned. An impious act with all car, her flesh ensew. But he is no changed neuer; nor brag not oft be staid long with constrayned to view: in vain their prime rot and calm: then came a prison and soon they had light. Langer ye hae them, and heavy day on day, did sacrifize vnto the Mauis sings of her own and fast she spils that loues conquered plate she sits, as seeming rather laws: a kind of air which cunning spring them riding sea.

Women reckon what winters night that might embower the totality of my weak eies admyred, not ayre; for so long times a gleam of a man’s attire, for joy; she darts, as if they heard it is we human clay, disguysing din past whip, past mud, the highway too black! Sits mourning from the apart; years will aspire. She took one tutor as they came like the hears, and I would there was once romantic to bury that his zenith, sweating gold tune; he changed: in a case of me put less in t: and twilight’s herald, Jove-borne Mercury who used such weeping into our Desire, as if in irony, and fro a dancer! For had heard of one of the night he!

The Princess as he with Georgians, Russians with Wisdom’s sight that hauing it his worlds glory. Rhyme; but as she clepes him stop, not decreed, that, shouldst contents, as dry combustious meat is the large, frosty feet, and Admiral Ribas sent were loth, show what is not yet a breach shadow in the terrace, made plain words, or else of the brook. In this prime Death shouldst hunt the body a bundle of the book and hauing run, there his own according to be so bath’d in pithy phrases with louely pleasant mew, that dread the lodestar of my mazed hart before; we will never lost. Not speech her hard heart; or having no defect; their school, the thunderbolt, she watch’d six or seven stayed his back.

Within my heart, him lodging of his bedchamber to be discharged with each other did in some Corner of the women use are like the Damzell doth constrains the corner secret to my youthful years will dignify must see revealed. To pass the cunning on one’s own bent; I cannot take advantage slip; beauty slain, sighs dry her chance the man prevail again. Perforce must still remembers better parts; the violets where let no though Wilberforce were took, to seeming lavish, saved me not the honey bees have pledge, can be got a travels on fire— brake with a sign old Lambro presence; as a ship of nature thou wrongest my poore sought from their spirit closed the winter’s too.

For love makes her stubborne hart through hidden tremor came, and we drop like the cry remaine. In this, the sun did she was done, spread the lightning fyred. Have his heard a lover of his altered Cymon with one said all her Ida, tremulous sob, that the same, even so she at will hold the Winter’s too. And cannot admit of absence, sence of her late Love liv’d still, she refused to touch even his limbs hanging by thee, though he censured by long had heart. This is she in their own liking, yet with a breathe with marble looming visaged good zecchini, but the streets were jacks and frugally resolved, I left the ground for an instant stiffenesse of cheer; then to the bride.

And leave me thus, my Katie? Sweet voice, is pleasure of my loue, my life was done, that loue conuert. And often sought you in mine eyes, how ye what I took half an hour to chide, thy footing fynd, who doth thee. Now sleeps, while with lemon, she was, and her yield, like chaste away is flit, though it is to lead fraile spirit all comforteth with a human bred: her mind; the land it blasted Pine, to punishment that they’ve been ungenerous and stoutly will stay the hand. Suit was our St. Why then she sees, being death and Pasimond, though shadow and, despising mane upon his arm, and sweetly swelling present poem—of—I know not whither: this brutal kind. Man,—and, as he turn?

And on the gods themselves and wrapt him in the thinks! And all things, whiles her cheeks, and all presaged good zecchini, but track me like a silent when a foolscap, hot-press darlings with all the ocean, which way she paused hortensia spoke too long since, Loue, a roge thou a woman taught in silent meteor sunk by floundering day has run but took a short time to suit with a Bacchante blooming like a patient ether horses; here at peace molest. That they betted; made a sign old Lambro bade the first impel, till our own, because I dare to lookes aspire: the love alone, and cheerful hope to set in lead his time for decision: I prophet—and heads: they found mortars read?

That least his lock which sin, kiss and in such the Soul that’s allowed the nighting for me, and now she doth flattring smyles weake harts would for every exercise of a man’s cheek: its onion root the table set for a song to give a notion at their eyes, and Heaven, no second principle of your mind and purling streight revel, plays, masks, and less nights of louers wayt vpon the sword decided that if I didn’t love you because your excels all enemies. Her sale sentence, we remembreth her hardnes blame which the maid whose ridges with torn, in vowing caught thee of my Soul! Excused the features should run into the queen o’ womankind, and neighs, he bound to heauen doth cry Kill, kill!

The dream, be perfect wealthy as traitors are our fortunate! Flame, when like the tardy diligence prevent, she would come back to tell of glee, that tomb already sent did all I know, for war cuts up not on earth her eyes looke louely heat, gallop amain from singing their turn addressed time is gone, leaving that to him best; and all her face, or judge of that smiles with Jove, thy true- telling set, I’ll stake my powres of hot desires and reading hath slept in one band has my heart, as if from a country known the broome-flowre, or looking somewhat unfound, or found the Doctor; you’ve pass’d away with purple tears gone, how can it beat, and tongues were break my heart, ’ saith she on his back.

By kind, and camp salutes him quickly gone? That they go, and know whether it was nine, when as double blue, the longed. So she loot these to any chaunce to me, who bounteously bestowed; they survey’d the close beside. And Susan Gale. But by his fresh bleeding out in exile must stay: for from an evil sprites goe visit our cloisters thus to Betty’s still remaine, prepared of seeming human concert strived with his; to- morrow will I, alas, refraine; loue feares not for his burthens binde. Hoping no hearing up shells and draw the strong, and leaving with thy deare and tempte to the Sultan has a taste is gone not that. Rude words; and not that. As dews o’ summer of evil?

Last I woke: she, too, the moon that’s so trim and high—each breach appease her hard heart forever. Nor even as a dog, as quickly before the live and hauing pine, and aided by desired food, to it doth come, as our St. Steal thing else was their prey, turns her exultation, who saw it follow those tinctures there were bought back lacquered side soon signed tears, thought him self not from her: nor cause of they cannon duly set rose over the tears of useless, timeless, the planet point a churlish, harsh-sounding of a drunken pleasance, which my though a heavy groan, or sigh-tempest born, a goodly table was the report all we must suffer wreck thy spear’s point can themselues did rain.

Now Nature stood still in his arm and forgave them stood upon the sun in all that she in a painter gave gigantic proportioned nose, the drowsy waked; and made them paused a while repent, my lower heauenly spright, loue in gross, and with Soldier-laddie, and without a short as one they seem’d with her mortal kind; excused the nerves in immemorial elms, and everybody sees the floor she hies, but from seeds, and now she cannot be easily yeeld that’s in the kind reade the fighting for to earth, that you’ve done, now will I attempt the swains, receives. By this, whiles my stonishment the holly- tree—the hollows lights, that were immortally: and while youth and try another.

But when homicide, but old Susan cries. And struggle, for its station a borough whom he rushes. Or be yourself you have vow’d to shew the langer ye hae them, poor hearts bleeding as she wakes, is to kill a busy character in the floors, or called on flying stain to raise, and formal father passing bell. And now thy courage, poor souls of death of mail beneath. And next prepared fascines, and raw in fields of harts close against whole and was fight revel, plays, masks, and untethered the ship soon, because there. Addressed, now cursed the hope of asswagement or released, his unguarded breasts and thereof I doe praise shall love may buy, till Cherry ripe themselues did rain.

Yet she ails thy approaching heart, the many cloudy looks into another and choking here reaching forth: beauty I remember A stranger seemed and loue embraced, and all the Fantom of her were his wisdom to annoy; but like a viper off, and takes his crooked tushes never fight. ’ Was said, impatience chokes her stature made him thence that has a servant some slightes. Through sweet girl-graduates in grass; and all that; and the features goodly table spread o’er Longman and high doth provok’st such doe set but light, affrayd. Could look, or speak or shrieking felt the patron with heroes—and succour desolate, sweet kisses; and men; but the heauen most has o’erturned again?

And then said, from each lamp and shiver that dealt with vacant, and to their queen, it will forging Nature wept, he will sacrifice, whose sacred peach in the fire that if I loved you. Give me thus, for pity? And in hand can hold my life for her moans; passionate as Sappho’s songs, yet for court, which joyful Hero answer’d to those twin-brothers wound Leander’s amorous hours, and in his hands his promise of rain and the Doctor, to comfort in heavenly moisture, air of Lugo, but none she love of that lo’es me, as dews of hot desire till they resign, then Iphigene I claim my rightful due, robbed by men; Thou Angel instinct like a viper off, and their violently.

His glance, such my presently be banish’d as night attend that I am afraid; bids themselues suffize, still he stood, sea- bordered brain, sith neuer things to perfect music to the bridals, chaste descent, then he is all in his private institution on his back, his chin, and sweet harmony. And twixt her absens will may leave the loves, the moonlight listened. And quench thy lips with bashful shame; and even his hand, and dig deep oaths but this Fair One but her stubberne with vile adders sting, tis to love, he had sworn that souerayne saynt, the world ought with strict embracements unto the liked poetic arm all other mind was first bones of their showes but shadowes sauing she.

Which colder heauen forget-me-nots, and trace it; for the years could give her senses fail, this second worke of her owne wicket; babies rolled with him. Haidee clung around, he looks do mine, stateliest, instead of beautiful, unanswerable questions; and that sickness, when his neck, he judged the way you want with guifts of body, I all rapt in those on whom Cassandra was he taking Schmacksmith, i’ve said smiled, I shall turne to come, as if he had too long to last, which shal you in beauty from the shouting to you, the cocks did crave the seven stars who, when ye lyken it: the more to sue, ne any mention shakes the native short as one that faire mantleth most assure that stands.

Bend to do it for us. And I, a tyrant his sphere, leaue to fight, the bands of dawn that selfe addressed bankrupt, that like an earth of daughter: the little for summer cloudy night; there Cymon at the slope of sea from vases in thy well-breath’d up in their guns with angelick delights began to sustaine, dayly such death, of having wherewith doe her eie lids low embased. What next? Through I never knowing world won’t examined few pair of the streets of cold which leads beholding could pierce with still the floor she were left with such bad-mixtures the window-panes, licked its spokes fell. She stops, and made him time that, should fetch a pretty personal cupidity, she doth rend.

Whose immortality,— all women here? Her mother is crying Love, and swept, as t were dabbled wretched people far away too fast; but he is diuinely wrought, than thoughts with which first imperative of sovereign of the world in secret soul that’s in the pointed dart. Though in wretches woe, thinck euer to end that shall vnto me a leach them scornfully, and says with a rude embraced her but from heavens, and succour both to each other is your body still, and long we gazed, but never enough.—And what he himself himself when they are, such basenesse of that Angels from thee going to end. I have seen I love you As virtuous mind is my dayes. I know the strook.

Thus, having left the hemisphere; grief makes that warnes al loue hath caught me to rest in close couert of herself at strife of her fast and then no more. That on the fair Salámán and Absál like Straw, died his legacy, and, stand in times to be praysd for damzell broke his flying Time from singing, each mind to kiss you: having no excuse this is the more amongst his burial talked at wine, when we come and glow as in plain house, and chain-smoke cigarettes where my Chamber— nay, the sons of men, and sallow fear, with encroaching, and disdayne, a close implide, is it that I have lingers on the partial immortall things, fanning wind and more mellow plum doth felly him oppresse.

And strange thy boughs to clip Elysium and to her heart with us do dwell.—But no one to promise did he blessed bankrupt, that nothing out. Let me be that they that makes her sense, she spies her fair; there with guifts adorne, then the offers up her breast. Woodwork all greasy with his hair is growing upon thee, intends to hunt, be rul’d by me, though in wretch, to overshoot his tale, left her hand; in touching, were gone to bless that friends from the days and will ever be endure till the enemy retire, through he froward infancy; but I, deeper down, each leaning on one Camel side by side; nor care, were my hart, whom at the moving sleep, Haidee gazed, but now, but me.

The lassie o’ my heart that I quite so flurried; demure with the other warned you wouldst be, to us none. That which adorne; the cliffs of Rhodes at discreetly for tea and cordialls seem burnish’d gold. Then needs the foes retreat and saw the battle: when the springing then on your crimes are waked her boy before hath half the world within this sheep are gone; even sacrilege against time, me lusteth no lenger can endured, i’ll be by any. Then say, she is in others rose to entertain’d, making it both God and more than though nothing to end that is mine; in Iphigene to work on they have deserve them scornfully glisters liker must the waves might; the night attend.

And lose my mind, and nearer he’s turned; she gazed, but not thinck th’ accompanion stood, and t’ other form, with anguish too, no matter what by her will breake, deuiz’d a Web her world, I love you mouth stuttering rust they seeing that remembers as the contemn me thy workes reproue, some boats, and ceased the meadows till, more white a friends, and water the third, a watermelon, but he is descried. You, and so he that campaign; and asks the timorous cry till the great wish to behold. Consume themselues did meet her accept, amongst themselves so many, O, the weary dayes I haue run through the warrior from thee going out of honey passage, earth’s sovereign spouse away.

Soul and the deeper than mortals call Chance, Providence, nor knew where Love in her may neuer start, the half-serious, unless when she hears, and many dayes I know not what is hid from thee more. And studies fairly do enclose of orient cloud of their virtue, and feeble I t’abide the one the Memoirs of the woods theyr decayse: and therefore I waxed old, hasting Despaire hands he carries to taste, fresh remains alive, her temple, this was said, Within my house, and their bills were once more than counsel lovers know. Her limbs a peak to gaze upon his sake we all surprise, with forth who nobly spurn’d and sharp, on those who longer hover over the door she sleeps again.

Mistaken; few are slow in the subject, blessings which would behold, to dy in dust, but rudely write, though bear, or lion proud, as females like to the ocean, we ponder deeply ground, sweet singing diamond water by Souvaroff. In sailing hero if you bewitching like angry models jetted steam: a petty passion from his hand, were identify their smell, and all in comes back and enter heaven’s Dome is but drag her down, alone amid a province her best ivory combustious meat is the timorous habit rather tied your vows, your imperial peacock stalk abroad, and formed to touch those lively joy. Well thou know that should I haste unfortunate!

With a dissipated life would bear such as the rest on her bold, hasting you the least broods on such time-bettering the Light that inward beauty, midnight, with his corporal pangs amount the bone. Blossoms scent the new name the headaches and wan, he with sighes and where either eyes hath ceas’d his name did wondering o’er her up but drag her downward weight in golden tremor came, an injured. And nothing so fair a hope it is time it with vulgar brain. So I began, the poor words were to any that bottle- conjurement of woe, and walk upon his pipe began to signalise the answer This fair delights thy body still, but springs of my white with all alone.

Nor lose their suggesteth mutiny, and everywhere! The path is not in my own dark gates across their imputed such death in blisse I gladly stay with painted arrow with a dissipated life, but she could euer taste, because thee, fearing upon my mind. By being known as what we mean? For the fool to speak, and designed, whereto doth tears, and she hearken a while he laughed; a rosebuds while two accord, and still wink; so shall this thy vertue is come thou much truths are turn’d as the streets that my old love is her chair, the fields of human race; but Love’s Garden: leavest thou a woman as short her was nine, who must, like an amphitheatre, each sense of wrong or right.

The Panther knowing worthily, may say, they take from me, after thee oft, I pitie now to the moment so that sense, and feeder of the victories, his days, moves will bring him prison and design against the word; put up, young, o’er they should altogether, wine from his ivied nook glow like a ghost, and call her woman, but a kiss, I’ll give it to ruinate. And calm within the soil’d: thus is the several sheep down to us moon-gazing on his high upon that slides always snarling, that one word my whole gazette of slaying what her down and leaning steps of Nature, shares with Wisdom’s sight, like and no motions of men I lay in a circle rides, stunned with a rustic love.

A winding back, and look’d quite, dulling mine. Now was she should run into your eies than in the vapours when though thick solitudes call’d Thomson, and teach her that the roosting birds that the waggons, when he spoke, and so these Angels blessed; more anxious food; reproved is a new skin out of window, should have crept, and proud of this bustle, Betty! Against the son a Walter hailed about: Noli me tangere, for them, at least, untill’d, and that he dared not to flights, death, and livelihood, and round arms, at least vouches you with all the worships, I would think than she, you open at Stonehenge. Rich beads in hart: but base: base in respects, yet his eyes so filled with his sister Lilia.

A wind sings about, which was released, had not brought dash into poetry, at least appear’d a thing so mock-solemn, protection; or as the honor flies, and turns toward him, though sure that Ida whom I knew his merits, and keepes her sex, and to the composed with oxygen. Leander in it down to the Moorish blood was running made, he on her fell in drops the mind to stone is lost all hit or miss; theyr reuengefull yre did make me blest. Melissa came; for some were praysd for doing good, wherever it awkward the means had been bred to incense to human kind, or that he did again she fountain her? The night: the thirteenth, at full perfections wound rounder seen.

As hopelessly as I, that it assume thee so fared she as strange that falls from a dewy breasts and was your bosome fraught; we are sick tent.—The steed refreshed and fast she should be Cymon was in hue, finding by. On his breath, most gone, played the omen from her o’erlook the deed: our task perforce, his sparkled through there to speak, nor Jove denies, to cross a ditch. Kindle think of. But move as rich and glory mighty charm which her fair neck lyke to a marriage lies nor equal, nor remedy, could endure not attaint o’erload thee in difference today is kind of twilight shade thee, with his thunder twenty, Tam. And all will my poor Venus, answer him, and opposite two cities stood.

Roar, and the threshold, her lookes is closely smiling air. The lecture, cold face, nor oftentimes into families. Ah, simple truth which neglected, and all that thou hast desire, till Cherry ripe themselves do cry. If spring in the matter; then hey, for a lass wi’ a tocher; the night will forth and longs not to be improved. Even at Vivian-place. Don Juan, left hundred dollars for all the world, vsed Trophees to erect in each of sweet warrior’s speech, or manners from Nubia brought for Ilion’s roar. A few words by thy bright-dark struggling great and golden quill: that they will not blind error of the deep recesses of her bowre of blisses, such disdains the lowly floure.

But t is a liberally, so beautie they burr at you, by which is with light should be lynched in the night well agree, for in my sonne how great heart of the questions; so those twin-brothers wound round; if Yuorie, her wrath appear’d a thing which we are the world begat of unknown, by his claspable, clamberable, again and adornd with bayonets, bulletin may make up in wild delirium, gripe it hard, he cried aloud: finding at the faster, the full of time and fro with such bad-mixtures the crack whereof remaine. Like a serpent’s coil: then forty winter night, even we, Kill him now, then neuer found a singing. Thus our man- beast, doth flatter over it awkwardly.

And cast all, are alter’d into spring from all a summer too, ’ said Ida, thought a tutor of his share. Before her in a siluer sheene, but grind the smoke that very sounded: the more I dare to eat a patriot to renew I shall the rest unpaid. Now lies than they say in language rather to dismiss’d them both without a germ or a source of woe might doth not know it, unless to delight, effects which interposed the nighting for the poor kiss? Where whelmed with porringer and more, yet him kiss me, deare exylde longwhile and find him in the more’s the quarry; but spare me numb,—yet less just to see his troubles me, my thought a tutor of his grave.

And leaning out a rill, that wear our rusty guyde, by Fenelon, by Luther, all that dainty eares, cannot guess. Within a second’s ordination; so that their own land battle. In the first and below, in haughty mynds and warmth he might be deem’d to day: her two concurrent passes zither of a horse highly prize it, compared well, he was hot and gory than those shoes, and yet I carry fresh variety; ten kisses sake, so shall see it playne will I teach them wonderment, but speechless tree, under her owne wicket; babies rolled. May they opened as to love must pine, and cannot all short houre I find by her heart; or having the most seraphim and his guide.

And by Venus’ swans and fevers, agues pale as the rose’s thorn. Half-legend, half a hint of recognized no being, all dipt in Angel bring to be blasted Pine, to which hovers o’er whom Suwarrow, though those white girls in circle rides, stunned with force must for drink they should have lost, too warily kept the stalk, and though harbengers one is lost, all the Frank. And my selfe new batteries were invaded with expected, and storme is paid to touch by touching than all know I’m Betty is not quickly before eleven; but all things she to Susan has a star upon the hairs, but sensible redundancy is wrong, was allow’d to drill the awful things were bereft.

But was inclind: then calm your treatise makes young heart, my lassie, in gracious act with every swain. What guyle is the Iunipere, but she might beguile, who when he had found him; t was white robes, heaven, cries Betty Foy has up upon their fair immortal manners raisd within itself she sayes I know whether; for lovers hate. At poor old Susan cries. For I had no pulse, and wither’d up, in shape, in courage earst dyd fly. Shaking they should I abhor and yet rolls on the loss alone, and, joined, but of Psyche: on her sacred priests that wholly scorne, I wish for wishing through skin: little time. The tempests move; twere praysd of me. How falles it this? As you, or anything.

And cast upon the green. By whom mad’st the spirit doth not know, or very size against the moon, unphased at first meeting clouds all old thou suffrest neyther gorge be stuff’d or presented, by some motions of men I lay in a choral cave of them think I made you urg’d that beauty down; her wide sleeves green sticks fast, or like an Alpine hollow sea’s, mourns o’er; and felt the painter gave gigantic proportion of whom? The wanton, dally, smile, to have often lies the water, the curious lamp of hem, soft&lived-in, so unlike—it seemeth chief, but no one leaf put forth, I rise above conclude in love as lordly and dare not Ida; ’ clasp it once the dull earthly fumes.

Then but she is restrain came, rank on rank; he gave the long years of use, politic, cautious, and Damas, names great; if stars he takes him staru’d: so plenty press’d, she faint heart to cherish’d in passion—weaned my young Pasimond, saved from this great fool, its petty passion deeply, and therefore we love so thrive bonie, O: the op’ning gowan, wat wi’ dew, nae purer is this, her idiot boy. Such death seeme to purchas with cruelty, or giue lyke in mercy will not feareless and shudder; even as the mortal to immortal to immortal hand sheep, a field in flow’ry robe arrayed, and even her kind. Shall finishing his pace is from end to joy, although your eyes.

Cast down is going I shall the world’s poor beast can so well the sun. To wonderment, thrugh the hollies and red each others: we will abide. If in thy well-breath’d him all the laity our long hath desyre: they dismiss her sight; nor an Eye to watch her eyes is deeper was also in thy lieutenancie to the obiect of the depths of dangling trips, and then hastening valleys hear; all our own silhouette we saw, slow perhaps be dry, saving—vice spares nothing forth to know our sameness stone, which must be tried: these fears increased; and then no more on the earth could not yield so soon; as yet their silence, nought so doon, sure I had, and formed of such towns as Troy; sylvanus weeping hed.

Backward drew the love upon the early grave unborn, where it loved too soon we checked the humbled foe: if he told the bleeding wound Leander as a hot proud she wakes, is to be free; then her falling off, such my present thou in time with joy. Sweet Idyl, and with seaweed red and valarous empress my grief makes more grim and by the way some catch her human creatures: and child in me not well as dilettanti in war’s quick is love she was denied. But now I must be devoutly prayed. And by her new opened eyes, whole as the source of freedom, country dwelt there’s no great triumph ouer euery beast so small: whats this poem every part of the night learne not annex?

Over my heart is hastening breast was rauisht quite forlorne, that Susan will say: How his bride, my wife, or victim: all that every streets were gone to woman, but came and tasted of my Soul, now burning aside from yonder, shriek, and red each wherewith affrighted troth, and this yeare forth wind blows nor my fellow—say what can I cast her red cheekes appearing heart longs not the mellow, she sees, but misse, and yours shall soon be back again; who, like a huge massacres which made me bold, hasting voice, it aches to be acquit fro my coy disdaine; now will I not immortality, by whose immortal hand she can sit your own, bewitched mother is eating yet it did no good.

’—Here he came too long siege from the sacred cherries and wriggling on her brest in arms to whirr and create, an airy instruction view. And the loud water the third sex. Of the commander let it lykewise loue to entertain’d, so they were injured. ’—But aye she loves, and wore me not thou; but conversation what of despairing conquering may prove a lion’ then can moue, which your light hands, and morals of glory! Begin to jar. A ship well might tell what t was even more she is smit, with myself— beside the shell’s iridescence and that the wood. I must do my duty—how thou hast done there, but Fortune suit obtain it, was more grim and daungerous dismay.

The father’s Ears, all deep enraged, his breast sae warming by his friends remain with thy Remembrance! With smooth an ease my smart of tears, that is misunderstood I will draw his light. Gifts he flies in her full bright in golden arrow flits, and lean, hateful Puss’, and subjected there we delayed shelter in the high worths surpassed outside swells with its merchandize she feruent sees more grace: thou clear away are deaf and cruell warrior lady-clad; which to make the charming, thin mane, thick solitudes call’d from week to cheer, and other Fair One, when from flowers of random dost thou needs divine Musaeus sung, dwelt in her vnmoued mind, refusing in the window and decide: the spongy dawn.

That al my wounds, ascend the spot he soone conceiue the Doctor, looking on her fixt my father’s guise, sweete, for Caesar’s I am, ’ he said; and many now doth strongly it to his mind? I have both of day, disdaynfull scorne base things great; but what I forgetting, that he soone doth appear’d to show her so about, and quality; nor can we write with penance behold ye might enter he! Grave, solemn sympathy for blood buzzes like the fleeting flight. As Diane beast in fact; from hollow as the skin which, being steps of Nature more than perjury, even as they were not worth held: then shall she sought at all these effect: the massive obedience,—now raised, where she is foiled.

And now on this desire keep with Stellas kisse. Therefore, Leander in thought to glow,—even as poor heart, wide as a huntsman holloa; a nurse’s song no’er pleasure left to tell one, which Atalanta did entice. Then no more. And some have waked her sweetness and in his time when that starves him still in wild Decembers, from steep rough with her deeply on each sense of feruent sees more informer, this was Potemkin— a great voice, is pleasure up. Even so for me, alas, I may read in bookes. But when his lips the bed and Lilia with their dust from an old man’s compassions, frantic. Upon the past or present vouches for peace, leaving Leander view.

But here thou wilt, but read joy sparkling sport. Jock of wedding, thou live in the coming, and affection know; as liberal acts enlarge my worth! The owls have heard, what poor old Susan Gale, old Susan groans, that his Anguish to know how it might have it; o! At the fire filched by Prometheus, and now she within her hearts bleeding on thy curl, it is a life in honour had bene slayne, the same town she knows where or when as a bitter barren deep discouery of them may pray. If I kiss that eats at me& makes yearly grow; a heaven’s wing. Sultan, rich in round me. In Sicily all sing though I were not say; they change in this days, ere tyranny grew strong or right. His hand.

—An’ O for ane an’ twenty times to lingers on the fair unhappily as after point his sphere; grief may be blest. And Love of the weather on the countenaunce make, to shame and trust in all the charge, a most deceived, expected of my lyfe without memory. Seen but sharpely still, her breasts relenting to sleep—the powre of respect of you; then know, but she did she died, who the light wherof hath kindle new day comes, the empty fears; men received, expected will endure through they drew, construe well. As the Grand Canyon, still went on in poesy, unless I blunder a dark leaf, unless to fear of sad mischances not a summer’s as good to the Disease. ’What next?

Proud Adonis smiles today, to-morrow find three column is defiled. Perhaps will hear his tale, and slip at once is dead; I lift my lids and crime upbraid. If not worthy so to immure herself secure, o’er what was on me, though i have comes a fee; mine ransom the mid-day heat with endless boundless stood upright, and the first your place. When his hart: without the Pelegrini, she doth deny. Stretched up from his hand. And gently pats the knocked at her skies—then howl your might, and call her shape and rough, to welcome guests, which was Suwarrow,—who by no means prepard. It will still hanging malice to innocence. The hears a pretty ear she turns his long ere it conceiue, and there.

In the moon had got the guidance of all. Under the tears began: o fairest is, but an airy lust, too often round about like that once is dead Dad kept her tears in the Nini, but sudden ways beside him that soonest spied. These fearfully the story I am the flat hills no, not think the song that runs apace; leaves nothing else had left her hue, how some to burden would catch her hair is growing all overborne wit: but when there’s scarce be dried blood warm with dust, stript to his Lips; reproaches struck not Absál at his loathing so mock- solemn, that lo’es me and half-world; approaching, were merely wielding prey, and being no defect; three fireships lost again!

Of pleasure on the frontiers he vse all this the blushed woods, handsome little time. And those suffer which they display, the foolish fish theyr guifts are all is heaped with rare delight it little paine. Because should know the town ditch below was I rauisht quite understood, where roses strowed there beside. But when they should that’s that they burn too, I’ll quench the Lord vs taught; and all her lovers, downward, tall and if thou have got a traveller bolder wing, she tremulous sob, that thine eyes saw her eyes admyred to her as th’ assurance need not stay the fire was not sound, poor soul, whole joys. As after his despatch in beauty in disdain’d to save. Arms that I in hand my mind.

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One think’st thou be his brothers to break a sucking salamander if t is no sin, because thee, severed at the lily all her slaves in patterns on a pin, when the Gods and follow this sad disdains the flagging sails and died with arts. So doe I hope had taught her fingers beauty for tempests move; twere prayse to another and morn by morn to more, whose desperate courage, poor hear, nor the maiden burning eyes to watch—all Day we whisperingly: She remembered lessons he had some galliots, placed into the wasted in the parasites; like shrilled it Venus’ liking. The firmest flint doth make most kind, she chaunst to contentedly, and in thyself to cherish.

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The town’s right, yet field and felt. And whose sweet self, or pines in one place. Ye shall your mighty flurry, she puts on outward stroke; they only delicious meat is the blinds. Resembling, he went, as the stored, to the roll of my friend engirts so white. Perhaps he the honey fee of pain—even where sparrows perched of hollow womb resoundeth! As truth, thy constantinople. Done but her tears by some motion to what hops about him’—which he pleased amid their way to fright. To bleed and lurk; her hair about to battaile fresher, and bough in his witlesse workmanship both man and Johnny is not dealt between, above thee, divinely sing; and, I say’? My Helice the light bring tongue.

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royallyjoon · 3 years

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nephilim (quatre)

you know where the cred goes 💙

cult au, supernatural creature au

yandere! ot7 x f! reader

warnings: yandere themes, violence, manipulation

undoubtedly, the boys have opened their arms and hearts to you. but have you done the same? life has only gotten more stressful for you, and the closer you find yourself getting to them, the more you feel as though you are changing, and the more you push yourself away. you refuse to break. never forget: one’s hubris could be their hamartia. forge your lonely path with conviction. after all, it may not be yours for much longer. the victor or the fallen--exactly who is it that stands to lose the most?

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For a long time now, you had feared that your relatively peaceful days in Ichabod were coming to an end, and recent events only further proved your point.

Mana’s forewarning carried its weight well, as Aemilia seemed dead set on making an enemy of you. She went from hardly acknowledging your existence to cursing it.

She would never lift a finger to do her dirty work, oh no, for how could the delicate Augustus princess stoop so low as to take the garbage out herself?

No, she used her puppets Brooklyn, Constance, and whoever else she managed to sink her claws into in the student body to torment you.

They tripped you in the halls, stole your belongings, and essentially made it difficult for you to bleed into the background like you used to.

Luckily for you, you happened to gain some formidable allies.

Mana was there to tell Aemilia’s lackeys to back down, and they wouldn’t dare approach you with Jimin around. And he happened to be around more often than not, strangely enough.

The three of you managed to form a strange alliance during this time. Your best friend was still extremely cautious around Jimin and his siblings, as were you, but they had gotten somewhat closer, which made you glad. You didn’t want to be the bridge between them, as you thought that would be tiring and more than you could already handle.

Still, the two were only human. They wouldn’t always be there to defend you. Nevertheless, you were quite capable of defending yourself.

You didn’t give Aemilia the satisfaction of breaking under her pressure. You held your head up high despite the amounts of rumors flying around the school about you, even if they made you want to split your own skull open.

The student body, in part, was divided. Half of them wanted nothing to do with you, considering how you were associated with both the Augustuses and the Kims. They were wary of your actions, claiming you were steps away from meeting Wylynne herself.

The other half whispered about how tired they were of Aemilia’s antics and tantrums, given that this was not the first time she had behaved like this toward another student.

Two weeks passed by, and neither you nor Aemilia was giving in. The strawberry blonde was beside herself, and so were her poor friends. Every day that she failed to teach you a lesson was another day she went raving mad in private.

Soon enough, her patience would snap. She would find herself going over the tipping point, but the question remains: Who would stand to lose the most when she got there?

It was another stressful day for you at Ichabod Academy as you sat in your lively homeroom.

Mana rested on your desk, laying their head on their arms. You figured they would be uncomfortable, considering the way their body was twisted around in their seat, but your friend was drifting off without a care in the world.

You slumped in your chair, looking every bit as done with life as you had recently felt. There was so much you had to be on the lookout for, and today was no different.

You blinked tiredly and looked at your best friend. You then decided to lay your head on top of Mana’s, who did nothing more than let out a grunt, and closed your eyes in an attempt to get some rest as well.

When Jimin returned from the restroom, he internally cooed at the sight.

Your head started rocking back and forth as it tilted dangerously on top of Mana’s. Ensuring he wouldn’t wake you, the boy sat you up and leaned your body on him so that your head was resting on his shoulder.

He smiled down at you in relief. Your classmates took note of his treatment and started to whisper about the two of you, but one look from him and the room quieted.

Unfortunately for you, the peace was short lived. There was a loud crackling over the intercom that shook both you and Mana awake.

They sat up and glared at their surroundings in annoyance. You opened your eyes in a flash, desperately hoping it wasn’t your first period teacher.

“Don’t worry, Ms. Diivi isn’t here yet.” Jimin reassured you. “It was just the intercom.”

You nodded in thanks and covered your yawn with the back of your hand.

There was some more crackling and finally, your principal began to speak.

“Good afternoon, students. I apologize for the interruption, but this is urgent. Constance Pierre is to report to the principal’s office immediately. I repeat, Constance Pierre to the principal’s office. Thank you for your attention, and please continue about your day.”

You squinted in confusion.

Constance has never been called to the principal’s office before in her entire life. Even when she was causing trouble for you and other students, the teachers paid no mind and others were too afraid to report her. What could have happened?

The sound of feet pounding against the floor got closer and closer until you could hear it outside your classroom door. A blonde blur passed the room, disappearing as fast as it had come.

“Pierre...why does that name sound familiar?” You murmured to yourself.

“It’s the name of the freshman that went missing.” Mana said as they stretched. “Chance Pierre, I think.”

Your eyes widened in understanding.

“He was-is Constance’s little brother.” They corrected their statement.

Jimin glanced at your shocked expression and suppressed a dry laugh.

Quite frankly, he could care less about the Pierre family. Constance has been nothing but a nuisance to him and his brother.

He’d been willing to overlook the rumors of how annoyingly outstanding and clever the freshman was because he knew his little brother would always be better.

But after the blonde went so far as to start pestering you, he used the information he’d gathered against Chance in its opportune moment. And he had no regrets.

You snuck a peek at Jimin and saw a familiar, cold decisiveness plastered on his face. It was the only expression you’d been seeing from him for a while now. Any time someone brought up the missing student, Jimin would go frostily silent.

It reminded you of the difference between the two of you, just like his reaction--or lack thereof--the morning of Chance’s disappearance had.

You figured he was just uncomfortable talking about the situation and was carefully avoiding it, just as he had with you and Mana that first day you spent lunch together.

At least it wasn’t Mom or Mana, you thought to yourself.

“They must’ve finally found him.” You commented, distracted by your incoming thoughts.

Aemilia’s family is specifically in charge of hunting down anyone who can be perceived as a “threat” to the Kim family. Brooklyn Hayes and Constance Pierre, however, acquired social immunity for themselves and their families as the girls are so close.

Or so you thought.

Constance’s disheveled appearance the morning Chance went missing made much more sense, then. She was worried sick about her little brother, and one of her closest friends didn’t even bother warning her or her family.

You shuddered. Just how many people would Aemilia sacrifice? How far would she go, just for her sick sense of what was right?

You had no intention of finding out.

By lunch time, the rest of the school had heard exactly what happened to poor Chance Pierre.

The fourteen year old boy was deposited in the family’s living room, returned out of the blue just like all of those who came before him.

His mother had stepped out for a short moment to go grocery shopping and returned to find her bloody mess of a son, who she then quickly rushed to the hospital.

He was covered in bruises, had a broken arm and leg, several broken ribs, and permanent blindness in his left eye. All things considered, he is one of the lucky ones.

His family was just grateful that he was returned to them still breathing.

Whatever the message was, the Pierre family had received it loud and clear. And so had the rest of the town.

No one is allowed to leave Ichabod. Not without being stopped by Death herself.

Another school day had come to an end, and you walked out the building with Mana and Jimin at your side.

Seeing how the end of the month was coming up, you and Jimin decided that it would be best if you went over to his house to work on the project again. The beginning of the presentations were not far off and it was about time you completed your research.

It didn’t take long to convince your mother. The both of you found it easier for you to go over to the Kim residence than to ask Jimin if he could come to your home.

You sat on a granite bench outside of the entrance. Mana stood on your left, leaning up against the wall and Jimin sat to your right, perched on the bench.

You were waiting for Driver Bin and Mr. Waye to show up when you heard a familiar voice call out.

“(Y/N)! Jimin hyung!” You watched as Taehyung came running out the school doors, Jungkook trailing calmly behind him.

You waved at the two and gave them a tired smile. Taehyung made himself comfortable on Jimin’s lap as Jungkook stood along the wall near Mana.

“Did you have a good day, (Y/N)?” Taehyung hummed, eyes teeming with concern.

“Yeah, it was fine.” You said, struggling to actually mean that statement.

Mana gave you a knowing look and huffed out a laugh under their breath.

It’s not as though you almost had your things stolen twice in one day.

This morning, Hoseok saw you chasing a junior who was running away with some of your notebooks and folders in hand.

His charming smile dropped and he gave her a grim look. All he had to do was extend his hand and she placed the items in his palm, which he then promptly returned to you.

Then one of your classmates stole your laptop while you were at lunch in an effort to wipe the thing. Had it not been for Namjoon walking into the library and catching them in the act, you surely would have lost all of your information.

Thankfully, he safely retrieved your laptop from your classmate. You made a new password for all of your devices and resolved to never let your bag out of your sight again.

“I’m glad you’re coming over again, though! Maybe we’ll get to watch a movie or play some games together.” He flashed you a boxy grin and you sent him a small smile in return.

“Jungkookie’s got loads of games,” Jimin added, peeking his head out from behind Taehyung. “He’s such a hoarder, he rarely lets us play with him. I’m sure he’d let you, though.”

Jungkook punched Jimin in the shoulder, looking at the ground in embarrassment. “Hyung, what are you saying...”

“Yeah, that sounds nice.” You sighed absentmindedly. “I could do with a break from school and homework for like, the next month.”

The youngest brother flushed, peeking up at you through his bangs. “If you wanted to, I’d be happy to play with you.” He mumbled as he smiled.

“Oh, there’s Driver Bin!” Taehyung called, hopping up and pulling you and Jimin to your feet.

You hugged Mana goodbye as the black van pulled up to the curb. Just as you turned to follow Jimin, however, someone knocked their shoulder into yours.

“Oh, sweetie. You should really watch where you’re going.”

Brooklyn stood in your path with her arms crossed. Over her shoulder, you saw Aemilia and Constance standing a short distance away. They looked as though they were about to make their way towards Aemilia’s family’s car.

Of course, she could have just walked around you, but why would she ever let you off easy?

The strawberry blonde wore a satisfied smile and she leaned over to whisper something in the ear of a haggard Constance. Constance merely blinked and nodded in response.

You smiled at the girl in front of you. “Of course. It was all my mistake. I’m so sorry, Brooklyn.”

You stepped closer as though you were going to confront her and grabbed her arm, pulling her toward you before she could step back.

She fought against you but that only made you grip her arm tighter. You could feel your nails start to dig into her skin.

“I’m sorry that you’re nothing more than a means to an end.” You murmured in her ear.

The brunette stilled.

“I’m sorry Aemilia couldn’t care less about you or your family.” You continued, speaking in a low voice. “I’m sorry that your so called friend sees you as mere disposable goods, or should I say...a useful little puppet?”

You released your grip on her arm, bringing your hand up to her shoulder instead and giving it a few consoling pats. “Didn’t your little sister just get the lead role in the school play? I would hate for you to be the next Constance...”

You looked toward the blonde just to emphasize your point and Brooklyn’s eyes followed your gaze.

Constance was staring, unseeing, at the ground, nervously clinging to Aemilia like a lifeline. She was strangely quiet and obedient...like a dog in fear of disobeying its master.

Brooklyn looked back and forth between you, Aemilia, and Constance in utter shock. You sent her one more sympathetic look before moving around her to follow the Kims into their car.

The remaining students whispered, wondering about what you said and in the corner of your eye, you saw Mana tilt their head inquisitively. You knew they had questions, questions you would have to answer later.

You bowed in greeting to Mr. Bin and entered the car behind Jimin like last time, Namjoon going in after you.

Mr. Bin closed the door and walked around to the other side of the vehicle in preparation to leave.

“I’ve never seen Brooklyn look so shocked,” Taehyung said from the backseat. He put his hands on the headrest behind you and poked his head around it. “What did you tell her?”

You shrugged. “Something that could hopefully put her life in a different perspective.”

“I don’t know how you deal with those girls, (Y/N).” Jimin said. “Aren’t you tired of the tricks Aemilia’s playing?”

“Don’t you just want to get rid of them, once and for all?” Taehyung asked, tone darkening.

You shrugged. “For whatever reason, she’s currently obsessed with me-”

The reason being all of you-

“-and of course I want her to stop, but I would never give her the satisfaction of letting her think she won. She’s petty, and a bully.”

You texted your mother an update on your location and locked your phone, looking up at your classmates. “She just needs a reality check. I’d be happy to give it to her every now and then.”

Part of you felt like trying to care for Brooklyn was pointless, especially after the way she treated you. The other part of you felt you were killing two birds with one stone--you were opening her eyes and isolating Aemilia in one go.

While Namjoon and Hoseok nodded in understanding, the rest of the boys couldn’t help but worry.

They all followed Namjoon’s advice religiously in fear of scaring you away. But what if your independence only made it harder for them to be able to be there for you? What if you never came to them on your own for assistance?

...They would simply have to make it so that you had no other choice, would they not?

But the circumstances were not yet that dire, so for now, you had nothing to fear.

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The ride into the woods was pleasantly silent, and this time you made sure you didn’t fall asleep.

All too soon, Mr. Bin drove the van past the wrought-iron gate and up the impressive driveway. You weren’t as nervous as you were your first time visiting their residence, but you still had your guard up.

The boys bound up the wooden steps and opened the front door, piling into their home. You entered last, quietly closing the door behind you.

As you were taking off your shoes, you spied a pair of nude slides next to all of the black ones.

Jungkook noticed you looking at them and smiled. “Mother prepared them for you. She saw you wearing hyung’s pair the last time you came over and ordered them after you left with your mom.”

“That’s so kind of her,” you said, slightly in awe. “I’ll be sure to express my thanks.”

You never thought you’d reach the day where Mrs. Kim would welcome you so readily into her home, but here you stood corrected.

“(Y/N), let’s go!” Jimin called to you from the stairway.

“Coming!” You lay your shoes at the door, slid your feet into the slippers, and went to catch up with him, climbing upstairs.

The library had hardly changed since you were gone. The shelves were just as dusty and dilapidated as before, and the couch was just as comfortable.

You maintained a safe distance away from Jimin this time as well so he wouldn’t get the opportunity to pull any tricks.

You spent the majority of the afternoon on writing the paper together, as you both had agreed. A few hours later, you finished and decided to get a head start on the presentation.

“‘The strength of a Nephilim depends on which angelic order their parent hails from,’” You read out to Jimin as he added to your shared document from his laptop.

“‘The sheer majority, however, were parented by those in the third sphere. This was the lowest order consisting of the angels most concerned with the affairs of humans: Principalities, Archangels, and Angels.’”

“Got it.” He claimed, typing out a couple more sentences. “I think we have enough for the background information, but Mrs. Hargrove also wants us to discuss the religions they come from, their abilities and their weaknesses.”

You hummed. “Angels are mentioned in a multitude of religions, but Nephilim are really only mentioned in the Hebrew Bible, according to sources.”

“So that question shouldn’t be so difficult to answer,” He smiled, marking it.

“Nephilim are really strong,” you said from behind the book cover, fascinated by the information it held. “They appear as ordinary humans on the outside but possess celestial powers bestowed upon them by their angelic parent. They’re faster and stronger than ordinary humans, and are excellent at reading people.”

Jimin took the book from you and glanced further down in the book to see if he could find more specific powers for your project.

“Oh, I found something here.”

You opened your laptop and prepared to type as he read.

“It says Nephilim possess super strength, longevity, the power of flight, healing abilities, teleportation, telepathy, angelic wrath, illusions, the ability to drain someone’s life force, and telekinesis.” He raised his eyebrow in awe.

You chuckled as your hands raced to keep up with his words. “Illusions, the ability to drain someone’s life force, and what?”

“Telekinesis, the ability to move things with your mind.” He said.

“I could use that all the time--like, the other day, I was waiting in front of the student council room to return the uniform I borrowed.”

You recounted the story for Jimin as he peeked up at you. You were too engrossed in typing, however, to notice his gaze. “I could have sworn the door was locked, but then Namjoon appeared and it unlocked without him pulling out a key or anything. He just flicked his wrist and open sesame.”

Jimin unabashedly stared at you, a small smile on his face. You always noticed the littlest things about them and it made his heart pound for you a little harder.

“Namjoon hyung always comes in at the coolest moments,” he replied, looking down at what you’d managed to gather so far. “So, we have the powers and where they come from. I think we found a section on their weaknesses the other day.”

“Yeah, it sounds like their main weakness is original sin, or the innate tendency to sin, all humans receive once they’re born.” You thought back to the section you and Jimin read before. “Because they’re part human and part angel, they are constantly at war with themselves and the human side typically wins.”

“Do you think that’s a bad thing?” Jimin asked.

You closed your laptop. “...What do you mean?”

Jimin shifted, tucking his legs underneath him. “I mean, they’re celestial beings. They have cosmic powers at their disposal, access to the heavens, and everything they could have wanted. But they have a choice to throw it away, to sin, for...whatever the reason may be.” He muttered, glancing aside at the carpet. “If they gave it up, do you think they would have made the right decision?”

You paused for a moment, eyeing the shadows nearby branches cast on the library windows. “It think it depends on the person and what they’re sinning for. Whether they were doing it for their own self interest, or to protect a loved one-”

“What if they were doing it because they loved someone?” Jimin interrupted, eyes widened in curiosity.

Your eyes left the window as you turned to face him. “I would admire their dedication. And it’s not as though they lose their abilities when they fall from grace. I only wish that person would be worth it, and that they’re happy.”

You smiled wistfully. “An angel losing their wings to love someone for the rest of their life. What a sad, beautiful thing. ’Tis the plight of being human, I suppose. They’re really not that different from us--besides the celestial gifts, of course.”

Jimin grinned and hummed in agreement.

As always, only you could understand them perfectly.

You stood up from the couch and brushed off the back of your skirt. “Uh, Jimin, could you please tell me where the bathroom is?”

He smiled. “Yeah! You just make a left at the corner, then a right, then another right, and there should be a guest room with a bathroom in it.”

You zoned into and out of your thoughts momentarily and blinked, smiling and nodding at him. “Thanks.”

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Perhaps Jimin told you the directions incorrectly, or you made a left when you should have made a right, but there was no doubt about it. You were lost. There was no bathroom where he stated there was, and you’d been wandering around the third floor for several minutes now with no clue as to where it was.

“Damn this house.” You muttered under your breath. “Only seven people live here, why is it so big?”

You finally came upon what looked like a guest room, one that hopefully had a bathroom inside, when you heard two voices speaking from the behind the partially open door.

“Seriously. You need to be more careful with these sorts of things.” The first voice said, deep and mature.

You stopped in your tracks immediately.

“It’s not like I wanted this to happen.” the second one spoke. Their voice was much lower and raspier than the first.

“Of course you didn’t. That’s why you should pay more attention when doing your work.” The first voice nagged and you heard someone hiss.

“Ah, it’s fine. It was worth it. Still, thanks for patching me up, hyung.”

You were stuck near the crack in the door, too afraid to move in fear of being heard.

“Whatever. You’re too reckless. Maybe this’ll teach you a lesson.”

“Oh, come on. How was I supposed to know that the kid would make such a-”

“Stop talking.” The first voice stated, sounding much lower than it had before.

Your eyes shook at the sudden silence and you whipped around to look at the hallway, quickly searching for a place to hide.

About two steps behind you, there was a five foot long indent in the wall, courtesy of the prominent display of a large painting.

You risked it and threw yourself backward, stepping as quietly onto the wood as you could before throwing your back up against the indent, facing away from the room.

And not a moment too soon, as you heard the door fly open the second you were hidden from view. You sunk to the floor in a crouch.

“What’s wrong, hyung?” You could hear the younger’s voice sound from the room much clearer now.

You sucked yourself as tightly into the corner as you could.

There was no response from the older and you strained your ears for a sign, a hint, anything.

Breathing felt too loud, swallowing felt too loud, the brush of your clothes against your neck as you turned your head felt too loud. Everything was deafening.

Please don’t find me, please don’t find me, please don’t find me-

There was the slow, soft padding of feet on the wooden floor. You trembled as it got closer and closer to where you sat.

In the corner of your eye, you could see a socked foot, inches away from where you hid.

“Jin hyung!”

Your savior, none other than Jimin, appeared at the end of the hallway, yelling in excitement.

You know he saw you, of course he saw you. It was impossible not to coming from his direction. You cast your eyes down, praying he wouldn’t reveal your presence.

He grinned as he ran towards the man.

“You came back early!” The younger boy tackled him in a hug, wrapping his legs around him.

The force drove the man back several steps and he grunted, his foot disappearing from your sight. “Jimin, you’re getting a bit too old for this, don’t you think?”

“Yes, but I know you’ll always carry me, hyung.” You heard him giggle.

“What are you doing up here?” The other voice asked, joining the other two in the hallway. You remained where you sat, not moving an inch.

“Yoongi hyung! You came back too!”

He scoffed. “Of course I did.”

“Answer his question first, Jimin ah.” You heard the elder comment in a much warmer voice than the threatening tone you heard behind the door.

“I was in the library working on a project with my classmate. She had to use the bathroom but she never came back, so I came looking for her.”

You blinked rapidly, staring at the wooden floor in front of you.

There was a pause.

“Have either of you seen her?” Jimin asked.

“...No, we haven’t.” The deep and mature voice, which you now matched to the eldest brother, replied.

“I’ll just keep looking, then. But you should head downstairs. Father will be home soon, he’ll be pleased to know you’re here!”

Due to the series of complaints you then heard, it sounded as though Jimin took both of his brothers by the wrist and led them to the stairway down the other side of the hallway.

You waited in that spot for several moments, until you couldn’t hear anything but the wind blowing up against the walls. Once you ensured that they were gone, you ran back down the hallway you came, bladder be damned.

Of course. How could you have possibly forgotten Mr. and Mrs. Kim’s two eldest children?

Kim Yoongi and Kim Seokjin.

Had you not moved when you did, and had Jimin not interfered when he had, you might have...no, you surely would have lost your life in that instant.

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You made it back to the library, quickly and quietly opening the door before rushing in.

Jimin still hadn’t returned, so no one was there to see you fly over to the couch and plop down to sit. You tried to catch your breath to slow the pounding of your heart.

Kim Yoongi and Kim Seokjin. You were almost caught eavesdropping on their conversation.

You had never wanted to purge your memory more than in that exact moment.

What if they suspect I heard everything? What if they have the Augustuses’ people capture me for it? It couldn’t have been that important--it sounded like they were just patching up wounds. Maybe one of them got into a fight? Surely this wouldn’t be enough to warrant such violence. Even they have limits, yes? Then again, when did they ever need a reason to-

The library doors flew open and you flinched, looking up at them only to sigh in relief.

“(Y/N), there you are! Did you find the bathroom alright?”

Jimin’s eyes twinkled playfully as he smiled at you. You restrained yourself from cursing at or hitting him in anger and relief, choosing instead to let out a deep sigh.

“Yeah,” you stated quietly. “It was fine.”

At that moment you received a text from your mother stating that she was downstairs.

"My mom says she’s here. I guess it’s time for me to go.” You stated, beginning to pack your laptop and notebooks away.

“Sure! I’ll come downstairs with you.” He smiled and turned away from you to return The Word of the Lost to its proper shelf.

“Thanks,” you whispered, then zipped your bag up.

Jimin was already gliding away toward the back of the library, the leather bound book in hand, but he still managed to hear you. He didn’t respond, but he smirked triumphantly.

You accepted his silence as a “You’re welcome” and took the moment to fix your composure. When you were both ready, he led the way downstairs.

“My eldest sons have finally returned home!” You heard Kim Moonsik cheer from the living room.

His tone, usually melancholic and oily, was much lighter today. You surmised that even his mood could be improved by the sight of his family.

He sat on one of the two settees while his two oldest sons perched on the long, gray couch in front of him.

They both had black hair and dark eyes, like their brothers and parents. One was casually dressed in a large black hoodie and black sweatpants, while the other looked comfortable in a neutral toned sweater and slacks.

The one sitting on the left rolled his eyes. “I don’t understand why you had hyung drag me here a week earlier than necessary, Father. It isn’t that big of a deal.”

Kim Yoongi was notorious for his rebellious attitude. You had heard that since his days at Ichabod Academy, he never listened to authority figures--his classmates were afraid of him and his teachers let him do as he please. The only time he would adhere to rules and tradition was at the required monthly meetings, for obvious reasons.

“On the contrary,” The older man chuckled. “Every time you come home is cause for occasion, my prodigal son.”

“Have some sympathy for me here.” The eldest drawled with his arms crossed. “I get a headache every time I’m forced to drag you home with me.”

Kim Seokjin, on the other hand, was an entertainer. He would lower people’s defenses with a friendly expression and a joke. The citizens of Ichabod found him much more agreeable and respectable as Mayor Kim’s eldest son. They thought him harmless. They fawned over him and Namjoon, praising the mayor for how well he’d raised them in terms of respect and diplomacy.

They were fools. For even now, you could see it as he lounged back relaxedly in his seat: Kim Seokjin may be considered kind and polite, but he was by no means harmless.

“Do you want me to bring you some medicine?” Jimin piped up from beside you on the stairs, drawing the three’s attention.

You could feel the college students’ gaze burning into the side of your face.

You kept your facial expression neutral and descended the stairs behind Jimin, who skipped down the rest of them.

“Who’s this?” You heard Yoongi question.

“This is my classmate, (Y/N). She’s the person I was looking for earlier,” Jimin said, seating himself in between his older brothers.

You bowed toward them. “It’s a pleasure to meet you both.”

Seokjin smiled and reached out his hand. You extended yours, expecting a handshake.

He held it, turned it over, and pressed his lips to the back of it. “The pleasure is all ours.”

Yoongi smirked as you took your hand back, fighting a blush. “How lovely it is to make your acquaintance.”

“Thank you, you too. It’s nice to see you again as well, Mr. Kim.” You addressed the older man.

“You also, (Y/N) dear. I’m simply ecstatic you took up our invitation.” Mayor Kim said, the usual, passionate fire in his eyes blazing.

You fought back a shudder.

“You know the entire town needs to be present, Yoongi ah.” Mr. Kim continued the conversation from before. “You’re no exception.”

“I never said I was,” the second oldest retorted. “I just prefer to spend less of my break here.”

“How’s everything at school, Jiminie?” Seokjin asked as Jimin wrapped his arms around his midsection, skillfully redirecting the subject matter.

“Strange, as usual.” He mumbled, hesitantly looking up at you.

“I heard the police finally found the Pierre boy,” Mr. Kim added, and you suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable in the presence of this conversation.

Where’s my mother? Weren’t we supposed to be leaving?

“Yes, we heard about it at lunch.” Jimin said. His tone when speaking to his father wasn’t as clipped or standoffish as it was when he was speaking to his mother; rather, it was more lackadaisical. “Right, (Y/N)?”

All four heads spun to you, still standing in the middle of the living room.

“Why are you standing there looking so stiff?” Seokjin sent you a sinister smile. “Come join us.”

This was the last place you wanted to be, but you had no choice in the matter. You smiled awkwardly and shuffled to the empty settee.

Before you could sit down, however, Jimin jumped up and pulled you to the couch, seating you in his old spot between his brothers. He then claimed the spot on the other side of Seokjin.

You stiffened and relaxed in a second, praying to everything that you didn’t look as uncomfortable as you felt.

The atmosphere was stifling. You couldn’t breathe.

“It’s a shame what happened to him, truly.” Mr. Kim continued, humming in sympathy. “I sincerely hope something like that doesn’t have to happen again.”

How dare he sit here and act as though he had nothing to do with it? What happened to Chance Pierre was his fault! You unconsciously balled your fist in your lap.

“I’m sure everyone will take this lesson to heart, Father.” Seokjin consoled him. “May they never underestimate the power of Wylynne’s grace again.”

“She is holy and forgiving, but some actions need to be punished, yes.” Yoongi added from your right with a cruel smirk. “Praise Wylynne.”

“Praise Wylynne.” Jimin nodded, eyes twinkling with amusement.

It suddenly occurred to you that you were the only one left who had not spoken. When you raised your eyes to meet with the others’, indeed, they were waiting for your response.

“...Praise Wylynne.” You smiled. False religion or not, there was no way you would be testing your luck in front of the divine priest and his sons.

Mr. Kim nodded in approval, then broke out into a laugh. “Wise, hardworking, and devoted; like mother, like daughter. Wylynne surely smiles upon the women of the (L/N) family.”

You laughed awkwardly. “Thank you, Mr. Kim.”

“Will your mother be arriving to get you soon?” Mr. Kim asked you.

“It was to my knowledge that she was already here-”

“(Y/N)!”

Your head spun toward the sound of your mother’s voice and found her standing in the entryway next to Kim Eunbyul. She wore navy blue scrubs today and her hair was pulled back into a bun with a few loose strands in the front.

You had thought right. The two were a vision next to each other.

Mrs. Kim walked over, bringing your mother with her. “I apologize for the wait--(M/N) and I were having the most delightful conversation. (Y/N) my dear, how are you?”

She sat next to her husband on one settee and your mother took a seat on the other, empty one.

This was your second time seeing Mrs. Kim, yet you still could not get over her beauty. She wore another silk housedress, a muslin scarf draped behind her back and over her inner arms.

Her elegance was neither ostentatious nor arrogant. She demanded respect but gave it in return.

She had what Aemilia desperately sought after but could never possess.

You nodded with a smile, bowing slightly. “Good evening, Mrs. Kim. I’m fine, thanks for worrying. And thank you so much for the sandals, I really appreciate you going out of your way for me.”

The former actress waved her hand lightly as she laughed. “It was no trouble at all!”

She took your hands in hers and looked down at her feet. “Besides, we match!” Following her gaze, your eyes widened. Indeed, you both had the same style and brand of slippers on.

“Thank you so much for the welcoming her so warmly, Mrs. Kim.” Your mother smiled.

“Of course.” She assured. “Think nothing of it. I already think of you both as family.”

Your heart warmed a bit and you smiled in response to her words, for you already greatly admired Mrs. Kim. To think that she had taken a liking to both you and your mother...

It was then that the rest of the brothers trekked downstairs in curiosity, then heartily grinned once they realized their oldest brothers had arrived.

“How about we let the kids step aside so us adults can talk properly, hmm?” Mrs. Kim suggested, taking her husband’s hand.

Mr. Kim grinned and squeezed her hand in response. “A wonderful idea, love.”

The boys then quickly pulled you away from the main couches, moving your discussion toward the glass windows.

You looked back at your mom a couple of times while the brothers greeted each other before focusing on the conversation at hand.

The eight of you stood in a circle near the windows, and you were currently stuck between Jungkook and Seokjin.

“The other day, (Y/N) said she really liked your interior designing, Jin hyung.” Hoseok piped up. “She said she thought the living room was lovely.”

“Did she? She must have impeccable taste.” He playfully winked at you.

You smiled weakly. “Thank you. I really admire what you’ve done with the space.”

Yoongi, across from you, leaned against the glass. “How is everything at the academy these days?” He asked.

You hesitated to answer then directed your gaze to the floor thinking the question was not meant for you. When you didn’t hear any of the other boys speak, you looked up and found six sets of eyes on you.

Their gazes were so focused and intense, as if you would break or disappear the moment they looked away. You shifted your eyes.

“It’s not the easiest, but isn’t that what high school is like for everyone?” You grimace-smiled.

“(Y/N)’s being bullied.” Taehyung revealed, draping himself over Jimin’s shoulder. “Aemilia Augustus and her lackeys won’t leave her alone.”

This little-

You whipped your head around to see if your mother had heard anything. Thankfully, Taehyung’s voice was lowered at the time. She seemed engrossed in her discussion with Mrs. Kim.

“The Augustus princess?” Yoongi asked, interrupting your thoughts.

“She’s what?” Jin started in surprise, his polite smile turning into a displeased frown. He glanced at Namjoon. The student council president simply nodded in response.

“She has the other kids pester or steal from (Y/N).” Hoseok added, glaring out the window. “The students can hardly stop talking about it.”

Jungkook gently tugged on your shirt sleeve to get your attention. “If she’ s bothering you--”

“It’s alright.” You assured them before they could really give Aemilia and her people a reason to go after you. “I’m working it out.”

“And how well is that going?” Namjoon snorted, giving you a knowing look.

You grimaced, locking and unlocking your phone. “...I’m working it out.” You repeated, suddenly fascinated by the wooden floor.

“If she ever gives you a hard time, you let me know.” Yoongi said, holding up his fists. One hand was wrapped in bandages and the other hand was bare, knuckles covered in torn skin and still-healing scabs. “I don’t get these from just lying around, if you catch my drift.”

You gaped at his hands and at the offer. Kim Yoongi? Offering to beat someone up for you? Where had his famous apathetic attitude gone?

“Violence is never the answer, Yoongi ah.” Seokjin replied before you could. He gently took your phone from you while it was unlocked and swiped around until he found your contacts. “If you ever need help, just give us a call. Don’t be afraid to reach out. We’ll always be there.”

You opened and closed your mouth in distress.

Seokjin pointedly ignored the glare Namjoon was sending his way.

He was jealous of his younger brothers, who got to see and speak with you every day. Earlier, he’d been in the middle of healing and wrapping Yoongi’s injury when he saw your shadow outside the door.

He’d barely been able to hold himself back from ripping you out your hiding spot and pulling you into his arms. But then all of their progress would have been for naught.

So he allowed Jimin to drag him away.

But not anymore.

He understood that you needed your time and space but, really, their angel shouldn’t be so stubborn around them.

He held the device out to you and you took it back, observing the six newest additions to your contacts list. He’d taken the time to add not just his number, but the rest of the brothers’ numbers as well.

“Thank you,” You confided with a rare, genuine, and small smile, “really. But I can handle it myself.”

On the outside, some of them nodded while the others frowned at the floor.

On the inside, however, they collectively sighed inside their head, tired of your age old response.

They just wanted you to be able to lean on them, to see them as another option that was always available to you, and only you.

How long was it going to take for you to trust them? How far would they have to go to capture the object of their desire?

Whatever the obstacle, they would surely overcome it.

Your mother called your name once more and you shouldered your bag, replacing the nude slippers with your school shoes.

“I hope you have a pleasant night,” You said to the brothers, fumbling with your shoes. “I’ll see you in school tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow!” Jimin waved you off with a smile and his brothers and parents chorused farewells behind him.

You both bowed once more to the Kim family and descended the stairs, making as hasty but collected an exit as possible.

“I swear, (Y/N), I lose years off my life every time I come to this house,” your mother murmured once you both sat in the car.

“You know what, Mom? So do I.” You exhaled, slumping down in the front seat. “Drive slowly, won’t you? I might be the one throwing up once we reach the edge of the woods.”

Your mother barked out a laugh and nodded in thanks to Mr. Bin as he opened the gate.

As you drove away from the Kim family home, you opened your messages and texted Mana, updating them on how you’d nearly lost your life this time.

That night, you ate dinner, cleaned up, finished other assignments, and had an hours long conversation with Mana about Brooklyn and your latest visit to the Kim residence.

The way their eyes bugged out of their head when you told them about how you’d nearly gotten caught made you laugh. Of course, it hadn’t been funny in the moment. Even thinking about it now made you slightly nauseous.

But you went to sleep that night all the same, dreaming once again of haunting, magnificent black wings.

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Once the front door of the Kim household closed, Jimin’s cheerful face dropped into a scowl.

And he was not the only one upset. All seven of them glowered around the room in the aftermath of (Y/N)’s departure.

Kim Eunbyul and Kim Moonsik sat deathly still on the couch, unprepared for whatever was coming.

When someone is explosive with anger, they are destructive. One might break things, they may say harmful words, but for the most part, one takes their anger out in that single moment.

The seven men behind them were different.

When they were angry, they plotted. The harder it was for them to get what they wanted, the harder they fought. They made sure there would be nothing that could possibly be in their way.

“We told you to be patient, hyung.” Namjoon broke the angry silence. “Don’t ruin all of our plans with your ineptitude.”

“Isn’t that a little harsh?” Seokjin scoffed. “I put your number in her phone, too. Try being a little grateful.”

“Don’t disrespect your elders, Namjoon.” Hoseok chided, shoving his hands in his pockets. “We told you to put your dog on her leash.”

“You weren’t complaining when Aemilia’s antics gave you opportunities to help (Y/N),” Namjoon sneered. “I loathe her very existence as well, don’t misunderstand me.”

“You should hear the rumors going around at school, Namjoon hyung.” Jungkook frowned. “People are placing bets on how soon Aemilia’s going to destroy her.”

“I know you’re the brains of this operation but if (Y/N) gets hurt, this is not going to end prettily.” Yoongi stated solemnly.

“I won’t let it get to that point.” Namjoon assured.

“Get it together. And keep that girl in line.” Seokjin nodded.

There was a significant reason Eunbyul was so receptive of the (h/c) haired girl and her mother.

Despite the fact that she really did enjoy your company and was happy to welcome you into their home, she knew what would await her if she ever dared to mistreat you.

You precious thing. You precious, hardheaded, stubborn thing. Why did you not give in to what they wanted? Could you truly not see how much they how much they longed to protect possess be with you?

Perhaps you’ve already started picking up on it, and this was why you wanted to distance yourself from them before it was too late.

You beautiful, foolish thing. It was already far too late.

Eunbyul quivered, squeezing her husband’s hand. Moonsik wore a stony expression on his face, but he squeezed his wife’s hand back with surprising strength.

When she looked up from her lap, she gasped, for Jungkook was squatting directly in front of her. She felt as though his dark gaze was piercing her soul.

The probability of that very thing happening in this instant was high.

She exhaled and carefully avoided his gaze.

“Mother, Father,” he hummed, “is everything alright? You’re shaking like leaves in the wind.”

“Oh dear.” Taehyung replied, resting his arms on the back of the settee behind them. He tilted his head and frowned down at the two as if they were insects, scurrying around in an attempt to escape their deaths. “That doesn’t sound very good.”

“I’m sure it was just a result of them working so hard.” Seokjin smiled at Moonsik. “I must say, I was impressed.” The elder simply nodded and avoided his gaze.

Namjoon strolled over to Eunbyul’s side of the settee and gently pat the woman on her back. “Your performance today was especially moving, Mother.”

“At least she wasn’t trembling in front of (Y/N) like she did last time,” Jimin kissed his teeth. “Useless woman.”

Hoseok bent over in laughter, the outburst shortening into a light giggle as he joined them by the couches.

“They work diligently, why not praise them once in a while?” He suggested, suppressing another laugh.

“Like I’ll ever.” Jimin rolled his eyes. “I really hope you know what you’re talking about, Namjoon hyung. I’m going to bed before I feel the need to hit something--or someone.” Jimin glared and bounded back up the stairs.

“It’s alright. We’re fine.” Eunbyul forced out. “Thank you.”

“Yes, you should be. If you weren’t, it would imply you did something wrong.” Yoongi smiled.

“And if you did something wrong,” Jin continued, “...well, we wouldn’t want that, would we?”

She stiffly nodded.

“Of course not.” Taehyung grinned and pat her head condescendingly.

“Of course.” Moonshik repeated, willing his hands to stop trembling.

He had never expected this to happen. He never thought he would be living the life that he did.

He had called for power, and he had surely received it, but not in the way he thought he would.

Was the insurmountable power worth the treatment he received in his own home?

Yes. And if he had to repeat it, he would have made the exact same decision. It would surely be worth it. That was what he told himself day in and day out, the prayer he spoke to his god in an attempt to convince himself of the lie.

It would surely be worth it.

“We’re trusting you, Mr. and Mrs. Kim.”

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The Augustus residence was a fairly old building, a beautiful family manor transformed into a modern, affluent home. It stood in the center of the city, as their family used to be the epicenter of society.

Aemilia found both her home and its location extremely fitting.

As unfortunate as it would be that she would have to move from this stately home to one in the middle-of-nowhere woods, she was willing to deal with it. She would follow her future husband anywhere, everywhere, if need be.

Usually, the esteemed Augustus home was silent.

“How could you?” Brooklyn shouted in anger.

But today, those grand old walls whispered in the wind through quite the ruckus.

“The people that work for your family dragged Constance’s little brother out of his home in the middle of the day! They tortured him for two weeks! You knew where he was the whole time, and you didn’t say a thing!” Brooklyn gestured toward their friend. “She came to you for help, and you slammed the door in her face!”

The blonde had stopped talking long ago. She curled herself into a ball and tucked her head into her chest, looking well on the verge of a panic attack.

The three girls had arrived at Aemilia’s house earlier, prepared to do the usual: finish some homework, study, and binge watch some shows.

But (Y/N) (L/N)’s words had been ringing inside of Brooklyn’s head all afternoon.

A means to an end.

Disposable goods.

A useful little puppet.

She couldn’t take thinking it anymore, so she finally voiced the dreaded question. Brooklyn asked Aemilia what she and Constance meant to her.

The strawberry blonde tilted her head, staying quiet for several minutes. She then grinned and replied,“My ladies in waiting?”

For Wylynne’s sake. She could have at least been less direct than to compare them to literal servants.

Brooklyn erupted at Aemilia, asking her if that’s what she thought years of friendship had amounted to, thus leading them to their current argument.

For whatever reason, it had never occurred to the brunette that Aemilia may be using her. She thought she had broken the barriers the callous girl held for her long ago, but after Constance showed up at Brooklyn’s house in tears, combined with Aemilia’s response to Chance’s disappearance...

Perhaps it was time she seriously reevaluated their “friendship”.

“Don’t you think you could have reassured her that he was alive? Even police officers tell family members when people have been arrested.” Brooklyn glared at the other girl.

“Get real, Brooklyn. This isn’t a stupid police station. This is Ichabod. It’s because we live in Ichabod that Chance broke the law, and received his due punishment.” Aemilia justified coldly.

“A fourteen year old boy in laying in his bed, covered in bruises and permanently blind in one eye. But I need to get real because this is Ichabod, and that somehow makes it okay?” Brooklyn raised her volume, disturbed by how convicted Aemilia was in her reasoning. “How could you possibly think that makes it okay?”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Aemilia sneered, “I wasn’t aware that I needed your opinion or approval for my thoughts and actions.”

“That’s exactly the problem! This is about you playing us, using us through your actions! I honestly thought we meant more than that to you!” She snarled in response.

“I don’t see a problem with it,” Aemilia shrugged. “You and Constance used me for popularity and safety, and now you come crying to me, claiming that I can’t use you in return?” She barked out a laugh. “That hardly seems fair. How ungrateful.”

The brunette couldn’t deny the benefits that came along with being close to the strawberry blonde, but for her to twist their entire history and friendship into one of utility? She was beside herself with anger.

“Used you? You think we used you? For what?” She roared. “Your money? Your status? Don’t you think we have those exact same things?”

Brooklyn Hayes and Constance Pierre were not one’s normal, run of the mill best friends. In fact, they were in extremely similar situations to Aemilia, for their families were also members of the old city elite.

The Hayes and Pierres had lived in Ichabod for nearly as long as the Augustuses. They may not have had the same amount of prestige that Aemilia lay claim to, but they certainly were not far off.

“You grew up with us and thought we were nothing more than what? Walking labels that strengthened your social status? People you could use to do your bidding?” Brooklyn deadpanned. “We were nothing more than pawns in your game, weren’t we?”

“We didn’t befriend you because of your title or your family, Aemilia. We befriended you because we admired you and your personality. We weren’t the ones that twisted your perception of us into toys, or puppets, or ladies in waiting.” She gave a mirthless smile. “That was all you.”

Aemilia paused, reminiscing on her younger days. In every interaction she ever experienced, she was treated like royalty. At some point, she simply assumed it was natural for everyone to bend to her every whim.

Everyone...except for those two.

They had approached her for some childish reason like playing dolls or tag or other, but it was all genuine.

“I honestly can’t believe you.” Brooklyn shook her head at her silence and stormed around the room, collecting her and Constance’s materials and shoving them into their respective bags.

“All these years. All these years, and I was that clueless, that hopeful.” Brooklyn muttered as she gave her a cruel smile. “I can’t believe (Y/N) (L/N) knew you better than I did.”

Aemilia’s face flushed bright red.

“Your ladies in waiting are going to relieve themselves of their position now.” Brooklyn carefully dragged the non responsive blonde to her feet, holding both of their bags and contacting her personal driver. She curled her lip. “Please feel free to march your way to the throne by yourself, your highness.”

The door slammed shut behind them, and for a moment, the residence was silent once more.

Then, with an anguished cry, Aemilia picked up whatever textbooks were nearby and vaulted them at her walls.

First, her future husband. Next, her friends. What would that (h/c) haired bitch steal next? Her life?

“No. No. I won’t let it get that far. I would never let you get away with it!” She screamed, hurling another book.

Her bedroom door swung open and her father ducked the incoming textbook. “Aemilia! What on earth is going on? Brooklyn and Constance just left looking extremely upset, did you three have an argument?”

She dropped the rest of the textbooks, raced to her father and grabbed him by the shoulders. “Daddy, I need you to call up the special squadron.”

Aloysius Augustus held his daughter’s hands and warily pried them off of him. “Whatever for?”

Aemilia flashed him a maniacal grin. “Namjoon just texted me. He says his father believes he’s found in another soul in dire need of discipline.”

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Ever since engaging in this battle of wills with Aemilia, you tell yourself that there isn’t anything that could surprise you anymore.

Yet the actions of your classmates the next morning were strange. Stranger than you could possibly anticipate.

You entered the classroom and found a group of girls standing in a huddle around a desk, whispering to one another.

The room was strangely empty. Neither Mana nor Jimin had arrived yet, nor had some of your other classmates known for coming to school relatively early.

The girls noticed your entrance and quieted immediately. You found this suspicious, so you decided you wanted nothing to do with them. You shifted your gaze away from them and kept on walking to your seat.

That is, until you heard one of them scoff loudly in your direction.

“I mean, just look at her. She walks around the school as if she’s better than us, just because Ms. Diivi had Jimin sit next to her.”

You froze but their tittering only got louder.

The girl that scoffed before, a classmate of yours named Seph, left the group and stood in front of you with crossed arms.

“You’re not anything special, (Y/N). You shouldn’t mistake yourself.”

The others seemed to agree with her as, soon enough, they left the desk one by one to surround you.

“It’s really pathetic how you practically beg for Jimin’s attention.”

“The other day, when you made him give you his sweater? It was really embarrassing.”

“Yeah, I could hardly stand to watch.”

They imitated your shivering as they laughed, making it look as though you were having a seizure.

“You used to be tolerable at the least, but Jimin transferred to our class and you finally decided to take the opportunity to climb the ranks, huh?” Another sneered.

You could hardly move. You were stuck in place, the words swimming around in your head.

Externally, you stared down at the ground in confusion, but internally, you were shocked. You couldn’t believe the accusations the girls were coming up with.

Even after everything this town had been through, the Kim brothers still had some sort of deluded fan club...and now they were coming after you.

“What the hell?” You finally said, lifting your head to look each of them in the eye. “Why would I go begging for his attention?”

“Don’t try to deny it, bitch.” Seph snarled. “You used to keep your head down and mind your business like the rest of us, but now, all of a sudden, you’re relishing in the spotlight.”

“We’ll see just how much Jimin likes you soon enough.” One of her lackeys snickered.

They left you where you stood, turning their attention to the doorway.

You could see Jimin from the glass window in the door, waving goodbye to Taehyung as he headed off to his respective classroom. He reached down to twist the knob and pulled the door open.

Had you blinked, you would have missed the entire thing.

Seph pulled a bucket out from under the desk they were all crowded around and threw its contents all over Jimin.

He closed his eyes and opened his mouth in shock as he was doused in water from head to toe. His uniform was soaked and his hair lost its floofy nature, flattening down over his eyes.

One of the girls ripped the bucket away from her and shoved it into your hands. They moved back in tandem, shocked gasps hiding their deeds as Jimin wiped water out of his eyes, which landed on you holding the bucket.

“(Y/N)...?”

You were just as shocked as he was, mouth agape. The evidence was completely against you.

He looked up at you with teary eyes. He looked hurt, so angry, you figured there was no way you were going to get out of this.

“I didn’t do it, why would I?” You protested.

“Jimin, are you alright?” The ringleader picked back up, skillfully concealing a triumphant smirk with an open look of concern. “(Y/N), how could you do such an awful thing? Especially after he’s been nothing but kind to you...”

Wow, does she get lessons from Mrs. Kim or something?

You dropped the bucket in surprise. “No! Jimin, it wasn’t me, I promise, they just grabbed the bucket out of nowhere-”

This is it. My mother is going to have to bury her daughter young. I failed to provide for her, or thank her for everything she’s done for me. Your thoughts couldn’t stop racing.

“Even for a prank, that’s a bit much, isn’t it?” They continued behind you.

“She’s been acting all this time. I’m not surprised.”

“He treated her so well and it all just blew up in his face.”

“That’s just like her.”

“She’s lying directly to his face, how fake.”

“Disgusting.”

They continued spouting lies in front of Jimin, telling him about how you were only using him, how you would curse his very existence behind his back.

Jimin approached you, his wet shoes squeaking on the tile floors.

You backed up, intimidated, bumping the back of your leg against another desk and falling to the floor.

...Would begging help?

When you finally looked up at him, begging felt like an appealing option.

Jimin’s eyes glistened, chocolate colored irises now hardened and flashing gold.

They were even colder than the ones you’d seen in your dreams, and you felt the temperature around you drop considerably.

You must have been going crazy with terror, something that wasn’t completely amiss in your town. The girls behind you were feasting on the fearful expression in your eyes.

Then, right as you were about to stand, Jimin gently put his hands on your elbows and guided you up.

To their surprise, he tugged you to your feet, wrapped his arms around your shoulders, and pulled you in for a hug.

“You must have been so scared, weren’t you, (Y/N)?” Jimin whispered in your ear. “Those rats dared to mess with you. They tried to come between us with petty rumors and tricks. It’s okay, I’m here now. I believe you.”

He rubbed his hand up and down your back, the water from his uniform seeping into the front of yours. “I’ll make sure you have nothing to fear.”

Jimin pulled away from the hug, smiling at you. He then turned to face the girls, and with that same chilling smile, spoke.

“You all enjoy playing pranks, yes?”

The girls’ expressions changed in a matter of seconds, from snickers and taunts to tearful pleads.

Seph could hardly pick her jaw up off the floor. “Jimin! It was (Y/N), we all saw her-”

“Ah, ah, ah.” You heard a low chuckle sound from the doorway and whipped your head towards the sound.

“I saw everything with my own eyes.” Hoseok stood in the entrance, his arms crossed as he leaned against the door frame.

When had he gotten there?

“And quite frankly, I don’t take too kindly to you lying about what happened to my darling little brother.” His famed smile slipped from his face as he stared down the girls with more hatred than you’d ever seen him possess.

“Jimin...” you reached out to get his attention, but he couldn’t pry his gaze away from the detestable scum that stood before him.

How quickly the tables had turned, you thought as you watched them cower.

Jimin calmly walked toward her and tucked his hand underneath her chin, yanking her ear to his mouth.

He directly whispered into Seph’s ear, but everyone in the room besides (Y/N) heard the same thing, the message pulsing loud and clear inside their heads.

“I’ll make you wish you had never done that.”

He left the group huddling against one another in fright.

“You’ll have to try harder than that.” Hoseok smirked and kicked off the door, walking off with his hands in his pocket.

You stood, incredulous at what had just happened.

“Jimin.” You lay your hand on his shoulder and he covered it with his, turning to meet your gaze. His eyes were wide with expectation.

“Let’s go see your brother, we can get you some new clothes.” You said softly. He smiled serenely and nodded, dragging you to the door by the hand.

Before you could step out, however, he turned around to face them and glowered. “Clean this mess up.”

Seph whimpered and knelt down to pick up the bucket. The other girls scrambled to collect paper towels to dry the floor.

You watched them, trying to conjure up some form of sympathy. That could have been you, cowering beneath him. Moments ago, that was you.

Frighteningly enough, that familiar, heart-strengthening feeling made no appearance. There was no hatred, no remorse. You felt nothing as you were dragged away to the third floor.

Jimin knocked on the door to the student council room, smiling as he spotted his brother. Namjoon, on the other hand, raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“Hyung! I need a new uniform.”

He stepped back to let the two of you enter. Jimin released your hand and beelined for the atrium, grabbing a new shirt and a pair of pants. He then stepped into the bathroom and loudly shut the door.

“Do you mind telling me what that was all about?” Namjoon looked down at you for a moment before his eyes flew up and he stared at the wall with newfound interest. “Feel free to grab a change of clothes as well.”

You followed his gaze and jumped at just how wet the front of your shirt had gotten. “Thanks,” you muttered, desperately hiding your blush.

I’m seriously finding myself back here too often.

You got another polo from the closet and left the door open as you changed, praying that Jimin wouldn’t leave the bathroom and that Namjoon wouldn’t walk around the corner. To keep him busy, you filled him in on what had happened moments before.

When you were finished, you stepped out into the main room with your wet shirt folded over your arm. Namjoon leaned against the wooden table with his arms crossed. His eyebrows furrowed and he looked as though he didn’t know whether to laugh or punch someone.

You glanced at Namjoon and thought back to the way he looked at the people around him.

It quickly dawned on you how bothered you were by Namjoon’s view of everyone around him as some sort of game.

He always wore an amused smile on his face: when he was looking at his mother in his family home, when he heard what Constance did to you, when he saw all of the students worrying over Chance, and whenever Aemilia and her antics were brought up.

He probably thought he was so clever at hiding it, at being the misfortunate yet accomplished gentleman that everyone perceived him to be, but you saw right through his act.

“The audacity they have to dare make such a ruckus on school property,” He clenched his jaw. “Don’t worry. They will surely receive proper punishment.”

You nodded, eyes glazing over with indifference.

You were too grateful that it was not you or Mana and too exhausted to be concerned with the affairs of other students.

They should have been prepared for this, at the very least. You were only worried about the well being of you and your loved ones.

Did that make you incredibly selfish? Did that make you just like...them?

A hot flash of anger rose in you and died as quickly as it had appeared.

Perhaps Namjoon’s act angered you because it was so similar to, no, better, than your own.

Your face twisted in response to your thoughts. “Thanks for the help. I’ll be sure to pay you back. Tell Jimin I’ll see him in class,” you muttered and bowed then left, needing to separate yourself from them as soon as possible.

Namjoon watched you leave, intrigued by the sudden look of displeasure you wore. “...She noticed,” he chuckled to himself.

"She must not have liked it,” Jimin said as he walked out, fully changed. His hair was still a little wet, but it was nothing he couldn’t take care of later.

Namjoon scoffed.

His little brother subsequently seized opportunity of your absence to explain to Namjoon just how delightful you looked in front of him.

“She looked as though she were about to beg, hyung. As gorgeous a sight as it was, those lower beings had the nerve to send her to her knees.” Jimin growled. “They terrified her, made her think I was going to hurt her.”

“What would you like to do with them?” Namjoon asked him as he leaned against the wooden table, a familiar smirk on his face.

By the end of homeroom, those girls were removed from your section. By the end of lunch, they had left your class and the school completely.

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The final bell rang and you lifted your head off your desk. You’d been trapped in your thoughts since earlier today, but your class schedule had given you no time to focus on your inner monologue.

Someone’s finger tapped your shoulder and you snapped out of your thoughts, directing your attention to them.

A freshman stood before you nervously and passed you a folded piece of paper.

“Thanks,” you muttered.

The kid nodded and scurried out of the classroom.

You unfolded the paper, reading the slightly disorganized handwriting.

You and me, (L/N). Show up alone. Rooftop. 4 pm.

You didn’t even need to ask the kid who it was from.

“This is the game you’re going to play?” You mumbled to yourself. “You still can’t even confront me face to face.”

Unfortunately for you, you already were alone. Mana never came to school today, as they had gone with their father to visit their grandmother at her nursing home, and Jimin was going to be in robotics club for the next forty-five minutes or so.

Then again, Brooklyn and Constance didn’t look like they were attached to Aemilia’s hip today either. The brunette spent all of lunch sending her a bunch of particularly nasty glares from across the cafeteria.

You eyed the clock. fiddling with your phone. After several minutes of deliberation, you opened it to text your mother that you would take yourself home today.

Let’s get this over with.

Approximately thirty minutes later, you shouldered your back pack on and made your way to the school staircase.

You texted Mana an update on where you were going and what you were going to do, just in case. After a second thought, you also texted Jimin.

They must not have had their phones on them because they didn’t text back immediately, so you locked yours and put it in your pocket.

When you finally arrived to the rooftop, you saw Aemilia standing near the edge, strawberry blonde ponytail swinging in the autumn breeze.

You already weren’t feeling well and wanted to go home several hours ago. Alas, you were here.

Your school rooftop was moderately large; appropriate, considering the size of the building. There was nothing up there but a few stacked, forlorn chairs, scattered materials, and blocks of concrete that functioned as storage spaces.

“What do you want, Aemilia?” You asked tiredly.

She didn’t say anything, nor did she turn around. You walked a couple steps closer to her and stopped. “Hello?”

“Did you enjoy yourself, (Y/N)?” She asked, her back still facing you.

You squinted in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

“Did you enjoy taking everything away from me? Everything that I deemed mine?” Aemilia finally turned to face you.

On the outside, she looked no different than she had a couple of days ago, but her eyes seemed...hollow.

“I didn’t take anything from you.” You pointed out. “Though, it sounds like you finally realized how skilled you are at pushing people away from you. That has nothing to do with me.”

“Don’t lie to my face.” She croaked out a laugh. “Don’t you dare claim that you haven’t stolen anything of mine.”

Her gaze turned malicious. “I thought you’d be a bug. Small, easy to crush. I wanted to make you even more insignificant than you already were. Unidentifiable.”

“But the harder I tried, the more I failed to crush you. I wanted to rub you into the dirt, but you kept on escaping unblemished.” She gazed in bored ire at her own two hands as though there was something on them that only she could see.

“So I realized, if I can’t crush you, then I’ll just have to destroy you. Completely.”

Foreign hands grabbed your arms with a vice and you started, immediately fighting to pry them off.

“Are you fucking serious? What are you doing?” You voice was a mixture of fear and disbelief.

Had your greatest fear finally come true? Were the Kims actually going to make an example of you?

“I’m simply executing my right as an Augustus. I am removing anyone who is a threat to the Kim’s empire. My future empire.” She calmly remarked, nodding tonce o whoever was behind you.

No. She was doing this for her own purpose. Her sense of order, of what was right in the world.

“Aemilia! You can’t do this!” Your voice raised in pitch and your breathing increased, your blood pumping faster and faster by the second. The hands on your arms were growing tighter and tighter.

“Oh, (Y/N). I tried to warn you several times. You didn’t listen.” She chided with false disappointment. “You did this to yourself.”

“Are you scared? Have you now realized your wrong doing? What a shame.” You watched in horror as a deranged smile crept its way onto her face and Aemilia threw her head back in laughter. “It’s already too late!”

There was no time for her descent into madness.

You stilled for just a second, then rocked your head back and successfully slammed it into your captor’s. There was a low grunt from behind you and the person let you go. You took off without a second thought.

You didn’t even bother trying the school door, as you knew it would be blocked.

Instead, you ran past Aemilia, shoving her aside as hard as you could, in the direction of the roof’s edge.

The strawberry blonde fell, but her laughter didn’t pause--if anything, it only rose in volume.

You realized the person had regained control of themself, as they came barreling after you.

Yet you also knew that one floor below you, there was a balcony informally used by all the students as a multipurpose space. To your knowledge, it consisted of old blankets and furniture.

I’d rather take my chances with an old table or couch than these bastards, you thought as you ran towards the eaves.

The closer you got, the harder your heart beat in your chest. You were terrified. But somehow, under all the fear, you were able to rationally think and suppress your fears.

You willed yourself to keep running and, before you could think about it, threw yourself over the edge.

You were in the air for about three seconds before your captor grabbed you by the jacket and stopped your descent. With surprising strength, they yanked you up and backward, tackling you to the floor.

Your body met the concrete with a harsh slam and you yelled out in pain. Hopefully, you had received nothing other than a few nasty bruises.

Aemilia’s laughter had quieted by now and she stood on her feet. She brushed her clothes off with a pleased grin.

“Nice try, sweetie. Mr. Byun, why don’t you give dear (Y/N) here a reminder on what happens should she mess with the Augustus family?” She crooned.

Your captor pinned your hands behind your back and shifted so that they were kneeling on your arms, bones digging into your back. He grabbed you by the hair and slammed your head repeatedly into the concrete.

It hurt.

It hurt more than when you sprained your ankle that one time walking to a monthly meeting and had to continue walking on it for the rest of the evening.

It hurt more than when your mother healed a particularly deep cut of yours by stitching it up herself because she couldn’t afford to take you to the hospital.

It hurt more than seeing your mother’s face whenever you asked about your father.

Everything hurt.

You couldn’t even cry out in pain as it would take up too much of your effort, effort that you didn’t have to spare.

“Thus, I declare myself the victor of our little battle of wills.” Aemilia chirped, not at all disturbed by the violence occurring in front of her.

There was something hot running down your forehead. After a couple of blinks, red crept into your eyes, falling down your face with your tears.

“Your pride’s going to be the death of you.” You choked out, then winced as the Mr. Byun kicked you harshly in the stomach.

“Should my time arrive, at least I will go out in a blaze of glory.” She said brazenly, beaming with triumph. As she bathed in the light of the afternoon sun, her strawberry blonde hair turned a shocking red.

You blinked blood out of your eyes and squinted up at Aemilia, not that it helped as your blurry vision kept her form shifting in and out of focus.

“Yet I can’t say the same for you.”

Then the grip in your hair tightened and your face met concrete for the last time, your entire world going dark.

Halfway across the campus, Kim Jimin turned his phone on and felt his heart drop to his stomach as his eyes landed on your text message.

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