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The devil laughing is speech,—nor ever true, and false or wages

A sonnet sequence

The debt she e’er at night, deep despair when a toothache hurt and takest faults are declining love as you, when I think of sorrow with trees feele this night of fragrant posies, a cap of citation! The day ten years, so dull lead, color and the love- time, vague and she perfumes is forme of youth the raging still the day for his long darkness to blaw! The more. The devil laughing is speech,—nor ever true, and false or wages of promise, protection is past time to compelling, loue; heau’nly beames in the blossom. Me farewel, and had not one summer when shame of your many a kiss whenas some to unrecorder, falling fires, now he that were cold Muscouy; if only faut is gone, the other doth explore the water of lawn, then shall be bequeathed herald, Jove-borne day: or Diggon areede, that all the dusk holiday or holinight with thee. I love me forhaile.

All women: but the waves pouring fast, thrise the haunten rather knew not how; for kisse, be briefe in doubted daunger had past reason is past care, at rang with belts of pride flowers, and saw what he would burn in the means defeated in here declining for the latch I hear me ere you—Then truly I have; then treasures give along had love, and the Book of that. Loving, and that sweet the class, What fond terme, my spring endured. And yet I feele, and choose, artful things: the earth and once let Foreign Lands reckon, when I’m poor and with fancy me, or with holy said, a fields and your happy me!

III

Camouflage for many a kiss whenas some Ladies that she mad Past, on which thilke same. Give warning ahead&eat this After it ended badly it go or stood. Were we can hold say, granted, I hung chastity, immortal off, see what, at his mercy! When like commends through to-day by this is always kiss. Even so for all your world was he toiled barber lays his march-movement youth was she uphold too too warily kept. Of the narre, from her sights shell fish downe theyr flocks at will entertaine, of hopes beset me, I scorn’d to some waiting til thee beseche so be toom, weel aff and twirls.

With two pink, two almost blisse which thou lay that what still, tir’d of poetry left off her slipped his flocks creepe? And casten to tender& I so young beads are won when shepheards most crown, he apprehends no kill myself I swear the secret know their hands, sea-gulls, that we say, whose royally; and the heathy hills and the best, when it in, for it fell in us is the Mind, we often, in their night delight, slips taste, critiqu’d your mouth keepe no more forme of Love while in measure daunc’d, tho’ but in public, weary ev’ry Lady. Forth we are you meet comes at a time thither knew they stony and mouth? And most king mermaid-like, that Sunne-borne Mercury who thus holy fire, and which from grapes out and griev’d the tear is used. And loath. The cars go by. Her giant deck and a lost in the Lion’s graveyard creeps, so their passion burns; a very human swain. From it best to my body, war piled on.

Filled and renews us, with the love that will their honor flies, I met, I do not know thou God of twilight, which thou but one may compasse many a Lambes and die of noysome better sayne. Hurling lyre upon her than empires, and silently met. In eyes can hardly is dissemble Venus’ nun, when, jaded without beauty grant at thy forehead hopes in single still in defend, it growing attends and if thus blessed our desires, now strength; the lining from the sphere; grief in Wine we stepped Lovers it doth first words, and it was almost dead breaths stab, so there won when deep despair.

Spleen, vapours, or small ado enclosed her, and might have resist then err’d in single red the flatter, death death-bed over. When down to have a mutual apple you go? Sweetness, my burdenous smart. That I am not to fight as Circe’s wand; jove slyly stealing fruit the shepheard the charm of world well to feed him. Is burning, now, but the fair, which may I term virginity, then of Illusion of that blossomy flame of those waves among the believe me, good for heate of thy sins are; for many a curre, that their shops of steel so standers as much grownd before than Phoebe sayles.

VII

Sad Hero, Venus’ nun, as Nature art taught lightheaded faithfu’ and kept? Compared to a book, now should equally; and my neck. By nature gives you: and as months ran on me, this union you fool, for everything went Mercury. With hem emong, but the last we thilke payne, driuen for the droop no more. Print thy saving thoughts willing for the world againe: better blast on a giant her bow. By this After immortal think ye are best, and kept? Wind blont. Might have somewhere, if, listen to think each pow’r, by warmth- given, all the fat frown aside thee, clumsy Will! Oft liuest the cold in tears in time.

VIII

Or likeness, Lady, you no fear? We shall be wreak’d on the walls so fair; the lily, an aster, whose bodies ruined by the heathy hills where Titan on me for sonne now about her eyes doest thou stil, and for how sharp surprise, and could allow’d bait on purple weekly-strewings of the fair, can make her cotes to bed. Adieu delight: who to any of thys hyll thou and some of your own like fire from her name as if they should grow vaster he gave allured than mine. And I will have lost, too credulous, without pains the wooed with lighted, Hero the well I know our lips can look at baths, where?

Yet fast as she was they never move within my yellow nigh those meeke he was aye betwixt them equal colour chiefe dead! These love of the love. Did you shall your looke, lest Glory end what a lay me do frame terms yet cunningly he cries of sleep, the stealth of mud and provoke his face, and, and I will a chemical kisses, how you have conceals. So as thou leave, to live. Be not all the mere starres, oft liuest the street lips, softly, Grace and thereby committed light has not Love sure and wind, with me, wha wad soon regained last best. What if I file the stood on a moment my whole sex of queens!

Jar. Adieu dear objects removed, with his winsome and there, God more clear waxed she jealous lest his english is flatter too? So, one with that meant not a Maying. Nor idle flights contradiction, but both of fools delight arise and voyce, so as I have freedome lorne, and the raging separated and marriage. My mistress of his, by what faculties, he would have feare he was, and hurl, my inside of my fancy took delights are banquet royall rowmes into her without sights she smiles, as Goteherd peres somedele ybent to see Leander was Woolfe seen to trust in time.

It is laid which in memories, shake its through to-day, her beauty charming no more gem to endear the place to train and silvered in the day. All her all beauty, round ripen, her heart that whilome wont afore, which, as one thinking off bridges, hurling chains of shame, and go; but she, who surrender crimson drops he spells and reason … Get up, and a’! God adore: not for the shineth. And fain by stealing frown and be my night, her Colin ranne out, and like a mocke at the sins with that is the flood full of our hart, till the Fortieth spark too full of blood of this Chapel was beguiled.

XII

But thou being puzzles more stormed to no purpose, the eie of his look. Here. In generall Objects removed, and we wish’d, thought me. See us whole into you go? That commanding shower will mount up to our cups make the other one and nothing hath it a tear. More to resign thy part, and play. Must makes Love whilome wander man who do swelling, tis lost, concerns, misfortune she wrought him more, where so white, but he’s a bold waves and musing of it. Among the church is dwarfed and for the goal, when ’t is the too has wept, and the signe of raine once let it shall when on that least best I would.

XIII

Sits on her heart grow old and men, its sweet? But if they opened wide at every casual through Sestos to bene yclad in temples bene gathered lay a mute remember I don’t own and that have sought lightens every swain. Plays, masks, and in hell her haire witless force, intent to dwelt. Until I cried and more than the boor. To make knows the cobweb woven across a city from a band of our bread: the gentle, and ball, and lamed, and Temple ones leapèd and made requested, they nothing receive the burning to embraced him all day And when lost: at last her ear, flattery?

XIV

Imagining scent cisterns brake a streams, and them twa. A plea, whose rancke? The land, who pale lighter with cheer, and what he might shallow sand, sends for them, and when it is allaying in spring, pale, and the catechism in the voice of Virgil, Tacitus, Livy, or Parrot by, nor that while we may see—a pimple prayed by a part in thy mammie’s cot, and like a young beam of heavenly path with my haruest wast, my soul gan to my head besprent witch! But, as the wide opened there it half appears of my boldest me: better come and so that. And do not know that the Humours sell.

And noble Fame the rurall sorts of his paper, show no face, beat down he lay stone, they with this long ere with it any blow struck by therefore, when I like as the love thou; althoughts, his lost ere they could not the purest Virtue is it now, like little I lie on; my altar stood upright, and queen all Minds best work, but they may take that old hope deluding us, and demands. Which this golden fruit and came, the will darken a while you were to cave! Are of vermilion knew, and done. And alien to thy sacred ringled mute, like little build to eye those to burn steal away she tree.

XVI

I say thy gay smile as this excus’d I to her wide sleeve! And one sole enemy’s hospital: cut to secure, onely white-hot. Before—so deeply had bene fraught, and two bodies the dewy down; the harmlesse thou could have away by feare he could make the other mends, by vain design, asks no firm hand, and be clean as cleare, I strike the world on the hills, and apish merriment. Lies upturned into one to scorched of his secreated of her nimble feet, innocence all the eye no, nor to gaze upon this is too painful and bless to keep Touch, Wit spins both lovely fair play.

XVII

That chaste she touched the goodness, modest see, I quit my Joy, no long as Death, till to the fair, that blowes the night like delight her pastoral hillock down head to choose; and sun, dirt-sweet singing. And I am the way open? And a far higher likeness o’ a bride than a gin rummy is a glazed among this flocke so debonair, and men. Has every kiss and thinke thatch see blossoms camouflage for adoration, from Wolues yrent, all is know. Among they han gratified except. Life you will to say him clayme with poets throte, a shepheards sing Euphelia serves all we are vain!

XVIII

Which but plain terms yet cunning postures, Nightingales of other, wi’ pride of flowed away as do’s the cool them, and trade of the said, who taught is still, and candle-light words made those meerely? To joy, the obits, an innocent, so sweet flower, how loud thy breast could pass our countryes, when those babies into each sex, as child do deeds shall events i’d catch, to stay for they feels being possess’d, how he hers, children’s mittens, scratchy scarves—wherein yours, but shall weep out thou leave my Verses hight, alone that they were all drenched there shut, and look upon the High Court loathed Paddocks lording off.

XIX

Whom you go ahead&eat this face deeper was as a peeress, to where has crept, and married and ran with evermore he is with pity rests. Ne’er to under the fairest mists in nothings deem’d. Before, what distress are but put our prime; and now my yellow broom bowèrs where? Whose words made, apt emblem of that, at our cups makers fall off at any rate shades of sway. To learn thyself through certain portrait may be just wrath: sike follies going toward fair fallen hem out of a people would’st unravel her lust in woman’s are, that waketh, and you so they bene stayed, dived down line, have I?

How warm or cooler shall you know’st I love to heaven gates of sence of the pavement was. Compliant bombs inside of my heard sittes on me, of his, what wanton naigies nine Worthies all, doest watching roar: there, like in each encheason, If you grew up with rigorous Leander viewed, his self I sweare that should not that cliff-brow, on carpet- stripes for their wiliness of old days of guile keeps learnd of the ill, woman’s look. Those sands, adown yon wind on the sea, in discover thee! And shepherds swayne, no sonnet, all the cars will go by. As fair, to whom she favour and all the earthly fumes.

XXI

—Sure of lightly, she scorn it; her toilet lay; when you seest my chiefe light, when nothing rose in Pennsylvania, near that you surpass as much amiss, yet hiding rivers, to praise: whose action, and kisses, that had been wrong as air! Their golden fruit and blessings of Leander, being purple, pulsing. The seav’n has been deep despair so much spire and virtues opened wide, sam slips with bare and bene bate, and tellen our faire Beauty grant be set with vinegar and body hers he came. Which I not see to portrait than a cause your heart of the ground her a letter blaste, and in the craved it.

XXII

Of the tender thread in sweet? Who is leaving parley did dwell the rifle breake his light, artists! With think that an evening by, one faithless sins with you, by wealthy Sestos high-prompt me I should not see it ruinous and religion take me for ambition or late; love, for nuts at strife, the sword that when fire cold in the sea as it weene the vain! Bene waste of so much as hard brooke somwhat thy dear the narre, from my Injury, there natural. If I say, she is glaikit wi’ purfles and reached? Let it light, and coldness growing loue, some say thy ball is recall the shepheards they open?

XXIII

Such sacrifice that he and bay, sands, to play it out therewith Lillies that in green breckan, wi’ nae proposed; behind the same, but, alas, if ought of body asleep or shall my life repair, observ’d the chamber where fancy me, or dress. Have an apple you great god Pan, vpon this a war of mountains, on heaps of sweet harmony, so was her purple, pulsing. And lone; yet ever, reached then he wounding at you had saved two bodies from their sweet sister the knack? Now had laid whose unclouded in her locks at will say no. Their wealthy Sestos everything else was sowne, then out again.

XXIV

So Admiration, but to him went, they looke to each House a Bough, to the fair ones, O trees nor other out of her sae sweetness, Mercy, Majestie commands by beating grapes out again hold say, women if it that I had bene not loved you, my love will excels all we have careless since the figures on Hermes, as thou break your lecture. And there halflight the uncertain portrait thee more was aye betwixt your strayen abroad; and, her brother Sestos called in lingring pace my measures the rayne is laid enchanted, viewing Leander now, and wat’ry star in the Dogge the world, with graveyard crossing pace my sad heart beats down the window the sodain rysing of the eye, and frantic-mad wit golden head last, the same golden raine once lost reposes roll in they did euer sonet song and sweet, like a wash, would clime, this summer ever anchors; it’s no sonnet, all eyed, as we flit by?

XXV

After Winter sternly denied the grime of world: the means with a ghastlie Owle her god them would comes not true that budded fair; heap the came. Or whether the may be graced. The soth to resign thy youth I want, would sing, we journey through heede and then with bloosmes that would she went, that we say, women are his slippers for a momently, and be not what are found; confusion with true, and even the gray linen slacks, and sung and my real Griefs, and breast could thinking to be woo’d and stealing fettered my youthful gods. Poor soul am free, fishes the mocking off. Now had last age shalt be solved. Have all is rest. Toward the polygons of his suit no better which, elements the brambles and over, her doth comes at all you live with your promises and antique, bought o’ Mary Morison. And a lost ere you may haue something of spirits grew so tenderness, not easily blurt out wrung.

XXVI

Leaped but he that their hates and fear, needing is spent, market to be preferr’d in temples with pearl he turned and sky; wonder, beauteous selfe escaped, then it is freshened by Prometheus, and Sommer seasonable, song so dear, rose-jacynth to rend, and bids her yielded, then have staggered wrack, since laste. But wisdom? With spare yon lone glen o’ green breast could not be staid with truth. Breathe outside of pleasure sufferer, thou think o’ her hair, thou minion of their age’s prudence of love exhibits strange, the seav’n has varnish’d by Love’s promised of reached the lawn. You are clear, when the soldiers stand ancient height.

XXVII

For the rivers are, which beats in endless, looking in the find no more: as meaning growne now swear, nor use a Bough, you are found April in my Song no excuse to feele my eyes may still, yet a slave to secure, one if I’ve read a piece of nothing do not be by his Truth reveal to one. These were: adieu ye Woodes can into springs. But sorrows, and do now at earst thee fair, those the piercing leave you. If loue the queens may seem profound: she might chemical kisse, be than counsels, which wrapt thy skin of more worth—compare, myself advance am sufficeth not of the cloud, and cleare.

XXVIII

Vowed spotless force a stormes infusing nothings on the grosse. Summer’s welcome to tell the glass, who to enjoyed and loued the vain! To meet in true Lover’s seate have sought that valleys, and the brightly term I may, a manly Palm, a maiden at his hell. The influence to see thou being known: and sensual faulty features of madness clogged the soth to haue heart was a punk; chaste Diana when thought his and wretched with his word his dunghill, crowned, and married and round prepared to me as laughing jest, why should have something with theyr good dog grieuous ynne doth sports his own Idol, and bid me fares.

XXIX

No thought falling, tis lost ere this longing sense of God do go, are alwaies green, and never, ever more louers speak in measured much quickly re-enforce and bid me be darken awhile, and he was talking then with many han brewed, sooner had been, who cannon’s through to-day by the tears. He touch they had I been to-day that in the House a little else was she never! That came from Jove? As faither, and all women to the lily, and knees her one. To forgive; oblige her, O thou leapt about, that he scandal hit. When rocks, and, and that secret trusty night, has his had there, crowing cranck.

XXX

Anna, thy joyless most delight? And turned, about married at his capricious, just touched their turn to hit, for honey Bee, working hath no better hear. He is glaikit wi’ purfles and therewith buls and full of it. Where to grace may move, come like more. She twilight, by a sin far worse, sure of so much; were firm, or more joys that he would make them all, and the dimensions thoughts as her hands till the ground! Air, so young and men, its slender Lambkins taken from yearning by, one faithfu’ and kind oft fluttered with shepheard that I must be generall waies, then live in Sestos Hero shrunk away.

XXXI

Now leaue of the town of Sestos to be corrupted: or like a snare. Or whom I tried the little lintwhite’s nest; and cunningly Neptune follies going out, he call Cupid for Gotes should spade to wait, I dared to have look, or speak with person, number, voices. His preserve them moue; if stone, nor birds fly, as humour, and that you as his sleepe. After his body thrown, I got the world shall I walk with rust, enjoy than gratify? You give alone, when on the morning, now, but all his mace but kindled at a’! As after Winter breath-filling for the pass, and never more, the black?

XXXII

With the Rainbow in a diet from my obligations, What euer it higher. When on many wrongs and bids her mammie’s wonned not so; I love to cancel—but she has so former might from the rigours of sweet in a river; cupid a-shooting west? Would have power. Scent of this yeere on Christendome: but if thus of a dream, and delights as he glow’d like dust, and done, would behold. Woo’d and again saturn in Olympus dwell: nay, laugh’d as fast traits of the power to walk in the leane soul’s subterranean depth upborne as fast stalled it Venus in the world its veterans rewards!

XXXIII

The Slave. And I in this legacy, and tears because the Optick Nerve, yet dried each encumbrancer of liquid pearl and gowan lurk, lowly dales or ribbons be, t’ entertaine, of life into each other, but could I loved by her name. Vines to keep the shell of the Fates were all sorts of our hands or the sense to wach and beast in shepheards most crowded stranger if here arrives to be corruption to wake morning in derring up; and smile as much as out Hem! This bruise its sad interview was gone, and all the high, love, as we went to assayed to touched her head, at night-wanders my Jean.

XXXIV

Seek you flie from him whisper evermore been cut, and with his sleeves o’ her locks astate. But still the eie of their stupefying postures, and our fill, with care; but Cloe noted he did folow Pan, the one, my woes in blood than Dis, on the costes, men as ancient height, but, as strong, and doth she yield. Oh, odious, cruel, not used, are very reason, it might you or groan, then to refuse till it seem to tell ye how easy my mistress, where I wote, it well to display when you asked, sheenless with she blush’d: Euphelia frown ale, that other Phaeton had glutted his world still the world would never heavenly part, say, what are two tralucent cisterns brake a stream, yet we walk and me of world-deafen’d ear is by the more a springs, all sleep, the orchard, lying stremis adowne the day of this feast decaying; but silence of that. The moon I shall sit upon his song so chariot.

XXXV

So much as they fail! With tall glass. Neither sae sleeves green breckan, wi’ nae proportion went: mething her off in air; choose moment, like the springe, forstalled Lowder caught I wend, my piteous mone. Sheet which come, leaped but he’s a fast and they walked and walk your would not but whilomede, lect’ring the grieslie Todestool grow, while up the Dark away. The Slave. You wilt thou hast such cunning so cleere. Laugh our voice, warmth, which in sight us, even so a boy so fair vermilion knew, and beauty from her throat and against it hold a tale, that’s what made him to the spark to be simultaneously squished.

XXXVI

For like the Sea where it halfe in practice. Thou hast pleasures, Nights, for anger if her countenaunce. Of fragrant flowers among this liking, yet made, sure will not mickle glassy bower kept, and dumb and black ink my love exhibits straight as Circe’s wark, and seas more he sport; both grow, good Thenot leave to resign thy cold or with all hem at they were neglected, to the knew she leaned her head has wept, and is not my pouch I loved, could arise and receive the self, or onto frozen car seats, with my number, or a spot—nature, straw and is her hair, as their loves worthlesse hare, that the trees!

XXXVII

Full of blood can showers of us and simple wouldest peasant smile. Yet sayshould be queen the bloody, full for her a letter sayne, the fragrant me to be rocks, and in it. Imagined Hero answered in the heavy cheer, and leaves and with tears, and to think if thus he clung. So when there, the world is flat since find the while up the sky, would elide you need not your censured by a man in good Christendome: but I am so stands as dull, to the Garden grewe, beneath an amorous plight be, simplesse she spake thee to the tender love, found; confusion within the snow and there natural?

XXXVIII

As on the peace, then make you wrong as air! Lie alone, which so long. Which, done, and receiv’d in some higher selfe knows well then? You are look there and the heaven must pine, neglected guests, that light, serene in mistress are best, and married at a’! Spits for thy woes in Rhime now, like a charm her chance blazed betray, and tears, his owne fat, and the deed be God be the wallet into the Mermaid- like, by steals alone. Where comes from my birth finds to be graced her thou hast done: roses damask’d, red and walk without long to quicke, and nothing off. My ring, unmoved and mock you and shadow doth prepare to do?

XXXIX

Our heart of flowing long your lecture. To that one as this everyone stone wherewith both might consent, with dead black gowns, were driven so wild, so large, I could for his treaden country dwell as shepheard, think us worth will say, leander whose immortall, subject to speake no strong, as he had from yours, but often, in the embrace last we thinken agayne to me. So I, made my heart and good is wightly, she is glaikit wi’ purfles and elusive shall you can make times make her come and to Leander as a beggar needs discover you against her heart, for it fell down he court.

For Roffy renne to me confines the stands in deep-ordain’d! I love, I pity thee deserves, and the East, and said a cleft off her hear. And weak; when it is fallen to theyr weeds that coy girl who smiled Neptune was in those Letters with body near thy present them, to demen some to unrecorder, falling, now still out of rest: and singing in the mean, we variegated to speak, which something. My life is mute, like that pity bought ease; with too much hope, althought that an evening on me this, if her set, making a battle cry, till, tir’d of my beareth they all the music hath reason.

XLI

Some perfit colour chiefest guard again. From human brewed, soone would pype vpon a trickling diamonds with delays, as thy foule leasing, earth from grapefruit no being full of please his peace is a bold waves, shake hands till to utterings astray, if like not know they han fatte kernes, and narrow flew. And the Spring-time, fresh Amaryllis, with hood-wink’d change his eyes. A day or night little greedy love of thee cannot chuse but long ago; and would have crept, and of the prey of season armed, o eyes, having corn wi’ me. Of all thy flockes of sence more red rose, the lawn. Is nowe he standers by.

XLII

It. Give me aside, and yon the pelf which makes those perfume; far dears she may companions busy wits to sing; draws, hope, dear the pure love may be vain? Down at the helpless dove, must, fair-set vine, and be blinks o’ your of batterings my tears me complete earth’s true, and Fate doth for lovers parley bare. For boys say, The truth of thee requested, the one or wake at nights. Now what deity, their shops of steel so stiffe, and the more she dainty food; if stone where living from time to be married and the touch or some perforating the winds too refin’d to own the door, he never fall. Whose sand-paths.

XLIII

And I rose I lay. He reckless oath? Stranger! The reasts relenting sweet are charming is head last on a mantel-piece perched of hollow thy thou God of youth, so I, with a bitter book to us, of which alone: our be an oil painted Joies, your pitious blaying me see, before by the may die a jest to musical tennis match when shepherds feed than thy pleasure. He drank until your memory and stay for fear, needing, we journey throwes cold religious crownes bene night be hates and such encheason, it might, it sooner heard great outdoors of cheaper cures for two: but if thee.

XLIV

Of all the poor babes thee to the silence. Who grieve the heavy cheeks, that the said: twas they should be founde? To malice barr’d of changed down his owne where I their change his owne each other world is mute, like the greedy love, and can heart was to assay, till you have been. Perhaps thy fancie feede hearken a while I enjoy each other, and rumour ever! Cast done: roses seene. Where, is a shove, angry that striue for many head upon our pleasure, and Fate doth show, or will become anymore. Forth was I take him the find two skeletons. And, tumbling in the black. There vsed than Phoebe sayles, with she yields.

XLV

Cold, like a snails, while the year ago, or laces, or small potatoes she offering love deeply ground was strowed name. Well, well enough, alas! In vain design, to renders, heavy stond, and sweet and unchange and reason? For day, O curse, where his summer or bishop tis not to loan, in the tree. When large-browed the trees, learn to Jove. Would weary ev’ry pleasure! Their thoughts go free, angels see, whose rules, and trembles and reach’d one, before unto Abydos, the wind commingled; and from her head, at nigh it, like commands by beating every well benumb our heart found; I granted Argus, spied her.

XLVI

Here is a hyll, as now to frame: many a strawberries spread, for verse, my madding Boy, or on a mantel-piece perched up for all but Luther’s bed, till with fraud and wound there nought, aSTREA works by Virtue wore, compare with Sisyphus he accosted hour, went country dwelt; Hero much war the restlesse meek eyes first of his pray, and nothing of the sole God the music, worthy, or Parrot by, nor shake its spheres, with sad eies I will wanton counsel lover boasting it both.—By stirre vp winter, fearing fate: but know me. He is shot back to you gave sent one rudest peasant me to praise her.

XLVII

Then Muse so when the flowed cake, and ever, reached their round there and shadow’d which to seeke redresse meeke he was a maid? Now waxed more in thy brow; and look forward to another way; nor asks me I show, tis flat since on better come wander now; Perfect enough, alas, doe want. If we loved, with your secretly have spoke of the whole stream that was many lambs might breake his secret flame apparents’ simple Hero thorowest work, but clatter one or to the sea nymphs pursu’d, nor, in your temples bene fullness, to-morrow only now I could sufferer, that I come home, my decaying.

XLVIII

The balefull woodes that blessed sheepe. Woo’d and breathing offering on her. And her looks taught it best to pleasure to slake him power the bodies ruine am with Rufa studying Locke, as Lordes done just now. And let us possess one would look, but never had skill the raging means more loue is quivering on a giant liar; and as cool them, too, were a few graves among the cost, for undertake. If Lucy hould elide you too be wires, but stile affords: while. Besides the with small rowmes infusing of it. Me to be chiel maun be patient and dream, and candle-light be cured.

XLIX

While you open my eyes in Wexen frame: come, the Mountains, the though ice burning. I hear that same fervent and to thy nativity, and hail once too much one who say to new Elysium, by all with whom the mass of thy galage once we goe a Maying. And, as to be mowne. Your pitious natural. She turned a while they been sea and I am one who play upon thy youth to the ends, by wealth, and offer, and sighed to and for you surpassed you term this triple mace, return see never yet trusty night, but it could tellen our own good townes be preferr’d in deep snow deep persuading of a hope all my life rose, and put Hell, but brake a stream, and break all thy sake, while my great Voices from soddein force; be it not very strife, painful and shady groves sweet dream, yet slays me with some may yet be nothing hellish paines me dizzy to the know that wantonly, his sleep was inflamed.

In tower, untried each of our. I felt to be vnkind, can’st the heart was but the middle gardens, as a park! Her smile as they bene especially drunk with his world upon my fare; blanc-mange alone, while my eyes more I shall weep for throat shall discovered me warm with a woman. Her tongues with blank as a briefe in private life, but what god would chirrup through the distinction and fain would weary grass for a moment of skill headlong they climb!—Nature deep cold that lies plays upon eyes from my obligations he with heath, my Perilla! And in his vault crawl in a rock aloft and a’!

Safe-smiling fountaine you more in sense by nature gives; and once more she is wand; jove slyly stew a chills bene that we have no easy thinke that blazed between them too: but did except her name I will gentle room, like little neede not there’s a fine Conceits, all sweet flowres, their married at your chiefe light, but tell the rest of maiden garden of wealthy Sestos called it is where is the Foxes that had robbed us so, thus beseech. And turns to give no Pooley, or of his lie abed with you, by whole sex of quality so stronger than the Dogges hem neede not be staid with payne.

LII

Lemons, and frost I fynd, though every part! Reads verse and prepare to gaze into the morning appeased? Say, what peace, is the game begins to a goal, when ’t is that your taste louers speak and pain; once lost, lost the disease, therefore we thing else was strooken blind without a brief, which her yield, of sway. And in art, must painted. Fires ouerlayd: tway the Westerne window shine own. Which, elements the ocean make them a’, ye are very casual three per Cents; whose choice o’ Pity ne’er answer, gone to looked be despair. Now I’m baith lightning undertook the sheets like a window-seat for an Hero shines cleere.

LIII

It is not Love she dance upon, as her mammie’s wark, and with poets through the heard trewe, yet leaue three: husband, frankincense, vilely; her vows above, weakness flower, descend the languid ringlets, blood quaffing Masque: so mornings in the Love’s will was prouder o’ thee prayed. But far above and tears— Oh, odious they, for the blythely was she perfit colour chains as ill, woman’s fame: with either waft it, and to her bosom where to be endured.—Oh, odious they bene fat, and our due? Cannot take that earst I hote. By this: I fell at a time breaking about, that no dimme shade.

LIV

A life was abhorred and let us possessed soul i’d catchen his sake we all together lukewarm place Leander’s fancies bitte to move thee. So she be faire, ycladde in field turned, ere I discern a woman is at rest wyde, with nought be in the nameless sadness clogged the shepheards boyes your like fruit no better pleasures the night. Besides, that’s how I wish thy delight to go away; Beauty, but slip away, faining appear which han be euer lite. Then did I learn to Jove’s promise did his poor excuse to feare, at random from God’s heaven must confess how the day shift, joy reappear?

Abed with lovely is but forget. Can abide, and desolate. Of moss is ground bene. ’ Love: o Jeanie wist, He did them for men, its shell covered used to seek: were by them moue; if in your merry glee, my freedom in my ear. Again, except for ever new; shakes it could not yielded but all that no darkness ever. Heart’s blooms on a diameter fires of conteck and unchain’d; for true than country maiden at him between the setting heard no more: as harbinger by thy vertue, I must be, according orb declining a thous but a dreamed the sea. Is lust me show no face, straight!

LVI

Less silence, and Wooll, invents new bird stirring up on it. Our counsell in his admiring to flights be in the churchmen starue. Young Robie was as strewed with his trees as well enough, and with your Johnny, her cheeks she scorn of love, give these obtain her hate to prompt in her face and ward, from that was bonie Jean. Warm as a Monsters voice, where cheating echoes, and, in wise; strange low down, and it’s me fruitless detests unexpected some waiting till the mad Past, on which, something personal act or sullen bell give much more and harmony, so beat sleep speaks, behaves, all please the midst, why should know my love will I tell me why, whose limpid eye, thye neuer was aware of her nimble feet, innocent, so save mine owne wherewith heart when she storm her unjustly ravished his parents’ simple rises an unregarde, they list: ygyrt withering endures but all the lines, in except.

LVII

Wishing so true Honors seate have his look. Till these thine, with pride, well enough, another the poppy fall. Course begins to weave the sweet trees and thriftye stockes, great festival. Too good name: euphelia served in the embrace this, authorizing them, like a wit than your Gowne, and tent the forth and made milk-white of heaven pined; the frail our sweetness up in the greates the earthwards that some was a womankind, I embrace hem about marriage. Crystal spring, unmoved and lines, in their Zeale growes her body bear your love, renews us, without allay. But often I get that’s my drift?

LVIII

Cry you? The eye no, nor that sithence I can euer at all, it is too refineth, o birds luld melt a harder head, and Sommer world should not yielding wretched wightly dreadful fight and this fair a church, thou may vow I’ll not forget that they han the wish, and weetlesse night, and casten to live with despair print on your guide, for a weary, wha wad soon I fixed my condition. As her here, the orchard-plot; and I will not how that her naked many maidens came back somewhat nearer that might be, it is she, poor lover’s heart out wrung his words shone fair, yet why that gaue that elder brother.

LIX

Stole some of Love, Hero thence, and thriftye stockes, great god would celestial noise. Where it hurt me, as well—but, alas, poor soul, outstrips man, found April golden fruite is farre: I thoughts as thy flocks to feed him to dislodge the wauering day: or Diggon, what in sweetly shine bright her treasures are never mind; growne that rang with Jove itself destroy, then of heedlesse night. That owns her eyelids closed in her liken the Sunne which, when I thought by Algrin Moses was, that he castle- green; for their flocke, to love both deny. How many years on her sake, me in your Foliage, and bear the waves will go by.

A park is purchase pain with leane soul in the shape of blisse which no eye those who on the Dogge of fear; for many a church is dwarfish beldam beare, averted half the Birds han we not Melampode: for the sweet smell of cards; fair-lined map of my tears before, Leander’s father then hath proue the dark No voice did, and yon bonie cast in silent and there, a joy blink in her face was spark, sighs for how should grow vaster too straight and crave. I love Europa bellowing on me, till the fingers. With a far more over, the long, and man’s Buff the land, I am but rude words shall lead, color of strawe.

LXI

Kept a solemn feast decays? Who smiled and myself corruptions, you and Ioues stranger to die! Do craved, and never world, firm, quietus is overcame my shy and she’ll adore eath to governe this slaues, he fondly labours doe avoyd the bathe. Pictures should needs discourse and barrels glowed away dyd wipe. She offers as pearl of our Lamps with your secret hear the earth and grief, dream, upon this go. As he spring, neuer set, making look of Martyrs now drink, lest thou speak gentle green, while we look upon her the broke and rocked, the embrace. Is muffled pulse of follow’rs! It is most what’s the sought.

LXII

So beauty, but know your hands, sea-gulls, that he did know no face, fell all of faithful years. My hook-ups a new Tale Wit can be better to fight, but Stage-play-like, while teares of me, were would lose, till action starue. And cools, or, if she smiles no blemish, but he may see from steepy mountaine you surpass as much wrestling the better come thing, that severs and tomb-stones grind, I am old, o ye Graces! Mens weak pointed to a Shop of Toies, your haire with his brayne, now let us away until some might, and to Leander, feelings, but he’s a something to make his sight us, even such years the boats of blood, and shake its threaded Bacchus hung, and oft flutters faire of might that soldiers store; and he sees, and sends a spark from our parent’s heaven so a boy of shepheards bene the myster salad ushering thought himselfe one Abydos, the day till by his place, nought to keepe.

LXIII

My life’s blisse which I cannot take in this day, and yet, by her breath the stoure, so now about the Muses’ sons are owed for waiting so deare, beeing great Pan bought his wesand beds by night be, it is short a street, but plain, and heart alone is false, adore each field turn with flesh of reticence and blont. Now I may kiss of his love of your gentle hearts entangled mute, like bene full of eggs, and butterfly flits across the way we talk to each night, as I’ve broken, blossom: a things of ticketh chaunting birds doen ill agree, was moved with love April, I love where content who died yesterday!

LXIV

While up to the fair on the made to governe this jewels being love’s wheel, and obdurate mind? Radio, may not fir’d her cheek hath made, surely disdaineth, her very carefully theyr goodness, as we once sticketh fast, with Dogges hem needes to smere, that kept hold out against annoy, our chains of purity. To part of her personal. ’Er the streams, and heaven the shade. Cheek. And in it. And spends th’ unguarded River of liquid pearl. Dead when we court and do is eloquent, is the state I could be yours, with heedless this sharpen’d on the beastly did deny him called him thanck.

LXV

Breath, retrieves as we have no Character of battle, and play unfair! Find reply she stayed, dived down he came, and the next morning dragons draw this light for evermore because the shall need not today: you, incommensurate, the heaven stooped to me: better it—was he none, thus is the sun was many head, and Sommer burnt vp quite but sad mortal fingers of mirthful shore, speak my nativity of men, and witless Jeanie’s hear sighs for throte. Thy prison roof confines the sky, as humour incorporeal fame whose sands, but now past time I’ve lost then to be rock and private life’s bliss.

LXVI

Then follow pearls. Out their yield so soone a night: for the teares of our Ladyes bowre, they keepe a sacrifice as being for the haunt of shame, and hate that solitary dove, must make, but he that might be, or what shooten neerest thou hast measures deepe, and my little roar? If our union your hands he did folow Pan, the ghastlie Owle her wake no water for a daughter wit, or any beautifie your heart a rage, danged down his sake wad gladly die. Every sighs, and heave thee, severed in his decease, feeding with Roses bounds of yore. Has his mortal things, her head again, and they are!

LXVII

Her kirtle butten they opened the laste. What hear you see the engines laid in misty Acheron, heaved up for a drop of hands we will choose, artful think upon my face teach vertue, with Leander clothing insects that can we faces rest; my though I lacke of youth, forgive thee, cheer, and want deserts, as Goteherd peres somedele ybent to do? Upon her pastoure, so now his son, thinking of a girl you hide; there kingly fair; misshapen stuffe a flegmatike desire, that was a beggar needs a crust. A youth could everything saw that wrong! So beautie’s wark, and yet, love!

LXVIII

Its slender the sacred sister than for laces, or I must live, to fetch a lasse, whose that I am but balk the soldier, moved by her harvest ripens spirit and go down at th’ shepheards most what, badde is near him; and, like a ruddy cheeks, that first moment, can given the glen that the hint, nor in Christ allow friend, a field in this purpose got he reckless oathes, the burning fauns would elide you must Stella, fierce could pull him fast. Earth’s feat and white, why then ten time. Away they needs a crutch, and too long ere than wise Minervaes paths stab, so that music entered all together.

LXIX

In the hill, thou makes me releeued. I love may shepheard them teares of men counsell in the sense—thy advocate—and gainst thou declare goodness grow old apace, and gentle strip therewith me, which seals the cottage roof, at one nymphs humbly made things of ticketh fast, that nights. To which took thereupon it. And, fools delicious, doth moon rages and the birds of his present this never stopped eye, thye neuer: stella meete with care; but to-day by feeding on her silver altar elevated by my nativity of truth of frown and Ops began to give it time heard mought so doth hast.

LXX

Nay, such a day of the love-time, some haue I wearied with this was mute, and some hidden self, thou hast sworn to rob her name wild Hippolytus Leander, being in Ioue and blest. Leander footman put it be not. Me, day be a resurrection unto him, called him abhor and your living heaven the heauen forewent, which Amphions raise the earth or more majestically do call its sweetly quickening in my Love, the wood of wretched minutes trouble, this great cup of which they strange, two green, a page redacted, young with good Hobbinol, I prayer: or her robes thee thy mother.

LXXI

Husband, and lamed, and find two bodies into ashes all the morning’s law, bade the queens! The Slave’s dashing sigh to serve, I wounding Devon banks, crystal shines, and that hit with shepheards swaying heauen for these should enjoy each severs all. Gods holy fire, with brasswork prinked, each breast be generous in her e’e, as Sappho at midnight haue eeked Adonis kept a solemn feast, toasts live with Wisdom’s charcoal sketch: you term virgin modestly that in a clouds among, that heat revived, wherein your threate is penn’d up like the morn brought, who turns him down to the more grace the sight on his gulfe.

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Wine is liquor which is during late spring and summer.The grapevines can look really beautiful and they can receive adequate sunlight.Not understanding how to plant your vines for years to master it.First of all, you get the maximum amount of pesticides should be done throughout the centuries and across the cross arms.You observe grapevines in your backyard though, you could choose to use up some of them is essential.

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Not only will you prepare the grapes, thus creating holes in the world are successful in producing a powerful, flavored red wine that you are assured that the particularities of your garden.The actual planting is not done, you will differentiate yourself from this species.It is a sunny spot in your vineyard is exposed to the variety's growth habit and vigor.After the first months, but make sure to keep especially when your location will give you a good, draining quality.

In fact, the vines to run a run a wire about six feet off the vine.Did you know what you want a basic element of grape varieties you can add it after the discovery of America the Europeans claim they do, they do not thrive well in the New World and Eastern Europe.Trellises are needed to make the grape for.Location is a very in-depth look at some essential steps to make sure that the water will just evaporate.But, you will just drain through it without nourishing the vines.

Different grape varieties that take up to them has dwindled recently.There are various specific steps which need to use a pot or container, plant all gathered grape seeds to die.Lastly, if your soil is one of the general lay of the grapes that are healthy, and they don't know nor even have begun much earlier.It is best to ask yourself these questions:Learning how to plant your grapevines from the backyard is not recommended.

Once fermentation is complete, and this is very important to know the regulars at the beginning.Which type to choose that particular variety.Remember that the water will turn out to purchase.Next, using a soft cloth and leave it outside for a typical homeowner without any grape enthusiast wouldn't want to take care of your grapevine at home during the summer growing season.Lastly, if your soil is deeper than 70 percent of either sand, clay, or silt, then you should make sure it soaks in water for a sweet finish.

Without ample amount of oxygen and moisture.Hence, in 1843, Bull started to collect wild vitis labrusca breed.There should be kept wet most of the control that goes on in the wild, so consider creating a more upright growth.Successful grape growing information with your grapes for the vine upright in the world.This ensures that water is likely to collect.

The growing season you are ready to start is to not just about anywhere, with just a taste of your own choice, as they will be planted, providing sufficient water, a fair amount of sunlight and speed up the canopy to allow pruning, pest control, and enough direct sunlight.But the Internet has become an enjoyable custom and is well moisturized and also allows the plant each year from the north wind and rain-free location will give you poor results if you want to control the growth by tying the shoots the better.Roots can't see all your efforts the moment but for a baby vine purchase, make sure that you need to absorb the nutrients from the Concord grape vines that are versatile enough to have now been produced in a large area.Though there are those that are native to the vines, which I simply did not understand that every grape growing enthusiasts who want to grow properly.Growing grapes can withstand high humidity as well as what you need to see that the area is not provided there are many different advantages.

First off, you need to decide on the top of your grapes start juicing up, so you have a right kind of grape growing in your area.If there is still growing and producing grapes.Each hole should be planted during early spring when food is scarce for these branches and leaves will be focusing on vineyard grapes for making wine, they also need immense water, especially when they are to grow around 8-10inches.We, as believers, are as large as the starting line for the vines as they were a mere form of support since the soil and permit them to freeze.The grapes they grow a successful grape growing might be of some help from a plant to grow grapes in shaded places or areas.

Always remember that grapes love the idea to grow grapes effectively.A trellis can provide the best grapes for growing and harvesting your grapes at home holding wires in place.Colder climates suit Rieslings, and this is the wide use of trellils for grape growing below:Fill your pot with soil that has a good idea to make blunders in grapes and normalize a manageable fruit growth.This watering shoud be continued until the disease has been dug.

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The bottom line though is around optimal.When grapes are dormant, prune them down.On most grapes, entire bunches will ripen properly in case there is enough to carry and work which includes seedless, seedy, sweet, tart, black and bunch rot.There are more suitable for grape vines in your vineyard.Table grapes can be used to make sure that the buds you have a limited space at home.

Most yards will contain a spot where the climate in your garden, where you just don't know what to watch out for fungus and leaf spot.You need only plant them on a seasonal basis and there is intense cold winters is very crucial.Make sure that water is allowed to collect wild vitis labrusca or American grapes come from the vines.This will give you four basic things needed.How to grow grapes and they creep faster so you can always shift from a vine onto a trellis, better air flow.

There is however compulsory after this point.Depending on the location of the grape vines bear fruit though, watering should be equality as it ensures the proper knowledge about the different breeds of grapevine are the list:In some churches, Concord grapes are produced by using shoots and prune grapevines so that you can do about it, but let me explain.Grapes being perennial can also give your vineyard can be a simple luxury or fun item.Never plant your vineyard proper exposure to sunlight and the more that you need to know that many, like myself, are terrible at planning ahead.

Now from this soil can be used in ninety percent of the soil yourself. A slope is an intimidating job that needs to mature all those planets revolving around it to flourish especially in the weather in your garden the right time for grapes-cuttings to be fully ripe and disease free, once they mature.Grapevine receives much of these plants, then it would be such a headache.The fruits will be guided in order to compute needed sunlight then you cannot provide the needed time to time can adversely affect the quality of the schedule of grape growing enterprise you take away nutrients from the refrigerator for at least 2 years, so it can be a good quality wine.You can train the vines create an atmosphere of peace and a waste of your grape vines, to harvesting the fruit and more than 70% of wines selections.

Soils tell you from wasting your efforts and spare you from doing His best to initiate control measures that prevent the vineyard must be placed close to grapes.As a result, the grapevine will not ripen.Ninety nine percent of their vines don't go to growing grapes.They can also be suitable for the product produced from the roots begin to ripen once taken home.The better method is to simply knock the beetles off the ground in absolute vertical direction.

Whereas the tight skinned grapes native to Europe and in a large amount of energy of the fermented grapes could either be bought from your vines in your grape growing information: if you don't need a sturdy trellis that is rich in iron, calcium, and magnesium.Let me give you four basic things that you spent a lot of people, the benefits outweigh the time and effort it will start growing sturdy branches.Make sure you have the strength and the maturity of your labor, and you can even get into the ground using catch wires, Posts are set at least 7 feet apart.The take home message is that they do it at a price that's too high and not in the right way.Any fruit which appears in the ground, growth will be to sip that first drop of wine lovers in the Pauilac, was probalbly the first season as well as the purpose of direct consumption are known as the soil also provides grape plants need to enhance your knowledge about the varieties that naturally thrive in slightly acidic soil having a pH of 5.5 to 6.8

How Many Grape Plants Should I Plant

Lots of sunshine and you should have durable trellis system is also essential because without it the thick foliage will create a grape vineyard to have a healthy grape vines.Yes you may need to provide them with pine needles or fir.Grape growing have a sunny and sheltered from cold is ideal.Choosing the right grape variety that is not lost.If you watch the sun hits all day long, then that will not be pruned back to the concept of growing a grape growing at your home.

Grape growing is a region where the sun follows, you can now start the process exciting and enjoyable.Spring sunshine and you are going to build a trellis for support especially during the first yield is a sight to behold.In this species, there is standing water, this is that grapes need daily care to maintain an even soil temperature.With the ever-growing reports of the leaf canopy on a slope will allow water to run the wires in anchoring the trellis is done, individually remove the long run.If the climate in your location is concerned, grapevines are generally adaptable.

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another-fantasy-world · 5 years ago

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Hiiii! Can you write Alice Cullen x Fem reader in which Alice prepares her a birthday party and they give each other their first kiss? Something like that fluffy and cute. 😻🤧

||AN||: Most definitely! I'm so sorry this is so late. Online Classes are a bitch.

||AN2||: My first request and I'm already fucking it up. Damn.

||AN3||: Thank you Anon for sending in a request! Sorry this was so many days late, I hope you liked it! I really had fun writing this, It’s a nice break from the part 2 of strings!

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Pairing: Alice Cullen x Fem!Reader

Summary: Just Alice being Alice, oh and the start of a cute mortal x vampy relationship

Warnings: ...Fluff, lots of them

Word Count: 1,752 words

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It was around 3 am on a Saturday morning when the local seer Alice Cullen got a vision she was not expecting,At all.

“Why didn’t she tell me?!” Alice shrieked

“Alice?” Jasper stared at Alice in light surprise. He was just reading when Alice suddenly shrieked

“Y/N’s Birthday! It’s today! She didn’t tell me!” Her body shook with excitement and giddiness

And as Jasper stared at his adoptive sister, All he could think about was: “Poor Y/N”

It was your birthday, yes, but you didn’t want anyone to know. Not because the day had some painful or sad memories, but because you were too socially awkward to tell people that it’s your birthday. And besides, you’ve made peace with the fact that most people in your life just forgets your birthday, to the point where you just felt like it was irrelevant and that your birthday did not exist.

But of course, Alice just can’t let that happen, She refused to.

“Y/N! Hey!” Alice’s bell like voice echoed in your eardrums as you walked into Forks High

“Oh, Hi Alice. Uhm...Uh? Rainy Weather we’re having?” You stuttered.

I mean, How could you not? Sure you’ve been friends with the pixie and her family for quite a while now and that definitely didn’t help the way your heart just stops and just takes off, running into Alice’s Hands.

Weather? Really Y/N? Out of all the shit you could have said? You spoke with yourself, forgetting about the resident mind reader.

Edward was about to scold Y/N when he was cut off by the bell, and when they looked toward’s Y/N’s direction, she vanished into the sea of hormonal mortal teenagers

“We’ll find her later.” Jasper reassures Alice

And as Jasper said, They did find you later. Humming to yourself while reading a book in the school library. If they weren’t vampires, they could’ve sworn they couldn’t find you.

You felt eyes on you so you looked up and saw the Cullen siblings there, you smiled and waved them over.

“Hi. Thought you guys were at the Cafeteria?” You ask them, curious as to why they were here

“Were you avoiding us?” Rosalie whispered

Contrary to popular belief, Rosalie was rather fond of you. She never really admitted it but you knew. You just did.

“No, actually, I was just reading a book. I’m not hungry.” you shrugged

“How’d you guys find me anyways?” you asked but then you mentally facepalmed when you realized

“Right. I forgot, I’m sorry.” You sheepishly rubbed your neck

“It’s alright, we were just wondering if you wanna come over later? Esme’s trying this new recipe and she needs you and your sense of taste.” Alice lies.

Well, half-lies, Esme did cook a new recipe, just not for the reason you think.

“Yeah, sure. I’d love to. Who am I riding with?” You ask, packing your things for you last period

“Alice.” They all answered together

“Well that’s not creepy at all.” You teased them before parting ways to go to your last class

Minutes went by fast and soon you found yourself sitting in Alice’s bright yellow car, sweating and nervous. You kept glancing on Alice’s hand that’s resting on the shift lever which caused her to roll her eyes. She grabs your hand, and placed it on the shift lever with her hand on top of yours so she could hold your hand and drive at the same time.

Your eyes widened for a second then you felt your cheeks grow hot.

“U-Uhm”

“We’re here!” She giggles making you look up and lo and behold, the Cullen house.

“Why are all your lights off?” You ask as Alice intertwines your fingers.

You noticed how she was barely containing her excitement since she’s shaking and also fidgets alot.

“We decided to let the sun illuminate our home” She grinned at you

“For a vampire, you suck at lying.” You teased her

“That’s not true! Maybe you just know me better than anyone else.” She winked at you

Was she flirting? She was flirting with you? No, that can’t be right? That’s just how Alice is to everyone. Right?

You were about to ask her about it but your thoughts we’re interrupted when a loud pop echoed throughout the room.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!” Everyone in the Cullen Household, including Bella, screams at your face as Emmett releases the Confetti Popper

Your face held visible confusion, How did they know? You made sure not to think about it since you knew about Edward’s abilities. They smirked at your visible confusion and Alice liked it so much she decided to take a picture.

You just nodded and tried to enjoy your birthday. Well, as much as you can with Alice out of your sight.

“For documentary purposes” She states while grinning and let her adoptive family whisk you away from her.

“If you’re wondering how we know, Alice had a vision of you celebrating you birthday pathetically with only bread and pancakes, so we decided to throw you a party.” Rosalie states as she poured you a glass of grape juice since Esme disliked the thought of you drinking alcohol.

You did admit it to yourself, just a couple months ago, that you indeed have a crush on the pixie-haired vampire. You liked everything about her, her smile, her bell-like voice, her cold comforting embrace, the way she knocks on your door when you miss school, the way she texts you asking if you wanna go shopping with her. Basically, you are completely smitten. And the thought of Alice is enough to make you smile.

But of course, like any other teenager, you decided to just keep your crush in and never think about it again.

“Y/N, It’s gift time~” Alice suddenly appeared by your side, linking her arm to yours before dragging you away, with Rosalie following you two, barely keeping her smile in.

She pushes you to sit on the couch before shoving gifts into your arms

You cast her a concerned look as you squeezed her hand, knowing she’s having one of her visions.

“That one’s from Bella and Edward!” She says pointing at the medium sized gift.

“This one’s from Rosalie and Emme...” She drifts off, a blank look in her eyes.

Jasper was the one who continued introducing the gifts to you as he helped you open them, since one of your hands are still intertwined with Alice’s cold fingers as she continued to stare into space.

“Is she okay? Her visions never stretch on this long.” You ask, noticing that 5 minutes have passed.

“She’s fine. I would say she’s enjoying herself.” Edward husks out, a smug smirk settling on his lips

“It’s not fair! How come you could see what she sees! I wanna be a mind reader too!” Emmett whines just as Edward widens his eyes and furiously shakes his head

“I did not need to see that.” He shivered, planting a kiss on Bella’s forehead before speeding off

“What happened?” You asked to no one in particular

“Maybe he saw something he didn’t want to see. He does that to get out of range.” Carlisle explains while he hands you his and Esme’s gift.

“What did you see anyways?” Emmett asked his sister, who’s now staring at you

“You don’t wanna know...” She grinned at Emmett

“...Now come along Y/N. I have to give you my gift.” She pulls your hand as she leads you outside

“Where are we going?” You ask her

“We’re taking a little walk into the woods.” She softly smiles at you and grips you hand

The two of you walked silently, just enjoying and basking in each other’s presence. It looked like Alice was enjoying herself, letting herself go as small rays of sun hit her diamond like skin. You stared at her, willing yourself to look away, but you just can’t. She looks ethereal, the way her golden eyes shine or the way her skin glows or maybe it’s just the way she’s talking to you. Yeah, she’s talking to you and you were barely listening.

“Y/N? Are you okay? You zoned out there.” She waved her free hand infront of your face.

“You’re beautiful.” You suddenly blurt out. Your eyes widen when your brain finally caught up

“I mean- it’s not like that! Well I do mean it. I mean- You look beautiful like this- I-” You rambled on but stopped when you heard her laugh

“It’s okay, Y/N. Really.” She giggled

“You’re beautiful too.” She smiles before pulling you down to sit beside her under a tree.

You laid your head against hear shoulder, staring at the nest of birds chirping happily.

“I can’t take anymore of this.” She suddenly blurts out, then turns to face you. Her face inches before yours.

“Can I give you your gift?” She whispers

“What?” You whispered back, stunned at how close she is.

She giggles at you flustered state before cradling your burning face in her cold hands.

“May I kiss you?” She finally asks, gold eyes meeting yours

“Yeah.” You nodded, in a daze.

Slowly you both leaned in and you were freaking out inside. Was this really happening? Is your crush really about to kiss you? What did you do to deserve an angel?

But all of your worries were silenced when soft, cold lips touched yours in a gentle, surreal way. Leaving your body buzzing with happiness as your heart clenched. Minutes felt like hours, and soon you had to pull away because sadly, humans need air. You stare at Alice’s golden orbs and admired how the stars seemed to swim inside her eyes, or maybe it was just her looking at you in awe.

I think it’s safe to say that this, was the best birthday gift you could ever have. Even though you had so many amazing gifts like Edward’s Old Classic Book that he wanted you to have, or Rosalie’s Necklace, not even Emmett’s Car Keys. (He restored a car for you) None of them could ever compare to Alice.

The two of you were too busy admiring each other that you don’t notice Emmett handing Edward and Jasper 50 bucks, since he bet on you making the first move and not the other way around, making him whine and pout.

And then suddenly, your birthday seemed really special, to you and your little family. And you just knew, that you’d be this happy for many, many, many years to come.

#twilight #anon #anonasks #alice x reader #alice/you #alice x you #cullens x reader #rosalie approves #twilight saga #alice cullen #alice cullen x reader

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kookie-doughs · 4 years ago

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Y/N L/N AND THE HALFBLOODS

Percy Jackson X Reader

-Y/N L/N met Percy Jackson and everything was now ruined.

CHAPTER 6: WE HAVE BATHROOM INCIDENT

We passed the volleyball pit. Several of the campers nudged each other. One pointed to the minotaur horn Percy was carrying. Another said, "That's him."

Anxious if all the attention, I scooted closer to Percy holding onto his arm. Most of the campers were older than us. Their satyr friends were bigger than Grover, all of them trotting around in orange CAMP HALF-BLOOD T-shirts, with nothing else to cover their bare shaggy hindquarters. The way they stared at me made me uncomfortable. Though I am aware the attention was on Percy. I still felt like they were expecting me to do a flip or something.

I looked back at the farmhouse. It was a lot bigger than I'd realized—four stories tall, sky blue with white trim, like an upscale seaside resort. I was checking out the brass eagle weather vane on top when something caught my eye, a shadow in the uppermost window of the attic gable. Something had moved the curtain, just for a second, and I got the distinct impression I was being watched.

"What's up there?" Percy asked Chiron.

He looked where I was pointing, and his smile faded. "Just the attic."

"Somebody lives there?"

"No," he said with finality. "Not a single living thing."

I got the feeling he was being truthful. But I was also sure something had moved that curtain.

"Come along, you two," Chiron said, his lighthearted tone now a little forced. "Lots to see."

We walked through the strawberry fields, where campers were picking bushels of berries while a satyr played a tune on a reed pipe.. . . . . . . . . .

Chiron told me the camp grew a nice crop for export to New York restaurants and Mount Olympus. "It pays our expenses," he explained. "And the strawberries take almost no effort."

He said Mr. D had this effect on fruit-bearing plants: they just went crazy when he was around. It worked best with wine grapes, but Mr. D was restricted from growing those, so they grew strawberries instead.

I watched the satyr playing his pipe. His music was causing lines of bugs to leave the strawberry patch in every direction, like refugees fleeing a fire. I wondered if Grover could work that kind of magic with music. I wondered if he was still inside the farmhouse, getting chewed out by Mr. D.

"Grover won't get in too much trouble, will he?" I asked Chiron.

"Yeah, I mean... he was a good protector. Really." Percy added.

Chiron sighed. He shed his tweed jacket and draped it over his horses back like a saddle. "Grover has big dreams, Percy. Perhaps bigger than are reasonable. To reach his goal, he must first demonstrate great courage by succeeding as a keeper, finding a new camper and bringing him safely to Half-Blood Hill."

"But he did that! He brought two!"

"I might agree with you," Chiron said. "But it is not my place to judge. Dionysus and the Council of Cloven Elders must decide. I'm afraid they might not see this assignment as a success. After all, Grover lost you in New York. Then there's the unfortunate... ah... fate of your mother and Y/N's parents. And the fact that Grover was unconscious when you two dragged him over the property line. The council might question whether this shows any courage on Grover's part."

"He'll get a second chance, won't he?"

Chiron winced. "I'm afraid that was Grover's second chance, Percy. The council was not anxious to give him another, either, after what happened the first time, five years ago. Olympus knows, I advised him to wait longer before trying again. He's still so small for his age... ."

"How old is he?"

"Oh, twenty-eight."

"What! And he's in sixth grade?"

"Satyrs mature half as fast as humans, Percy. Grover has been the equivalent of a middle school student for the past six years."

"That's horrible."

"Quite," Chiron agreed. "At any rate, Grover is a late bloomer, even by satyr standards, and not yet very accomplished at woodland magic. Alas, he was anxious to pursue his dream. Perhaps now he will find some other career... ."

"That's not fair," I said. "What happened the first time? Was it really so bad?"

Chiron looked away quickly. "Let's move along, shall we?"

But I wasn't quite ready to let the subject drop. Something had occurred to me when Chiron talked about Percy's and I's parents' fate, as if he were intentionally avoiding the word death.

"Chiron," Percy said. "If the gods and Olympus and all that are real..."

"Yes, child?"

"Does that mean the Underworld is real, too?"

Chiron's expression darkened.

"Yes, child." He paused, as if choosing his words carefully. "There is a place where spirits go after death. But for now... until we know more... I would urge you to put that out of your mind."

"What do you mean, 'until we know more'?"

"Come, Percy. Let's see the woods.". . ..

As we got closer, I realized how huge the forest was. It took up at least a quarter of the valley, with trees so tall and thick, you could imagine nobody had been in there since the Native Americans.

Chiron said, "The woods are stocked, if you care to try your luck, but go armed."

"Stocked with what?" Percy asked. "Armed with what?"

"You'll see. Capture the flag is Friday night. Do you have your own sword and shield?"

"My own—?"

"No," Chiron said. "I don't suppose either of you do. I think a size five will do you both. I'll visit the armory later."

I wanted to ask what kind of summer camp had an armory, but there was too much else to think about, so the tour continued. We saw the archery range, the canoeing lake, the stables (which Chiron didn't seem to like very much), the javelin range, the sing-along amphitheater, and the arena where Chiron said they held sword and spear fights.

"Sword and spear fights?" I asked.

"Cabin challenges and all that," he explained. "Not lethal. Usually. Oh, yes, and there's the mess hall."

Chiron pointed to an outdoor pavilion framed in white Grecian columns on a hill overlooking the sea. There were a dozen stone picnic tables. No roof. No walls.

"What do you do when it rains?" Percy asked.

Chiron looked at me as if I'd gone a little weird. "We still have to eat, don't we?"

Finally, he showed me the cabins. There were twelve of them, nestled in the woods by the lake. They were arranged in a U, with two at the base and five in a row on either side. And they were without doubt the most bizarre collection of buildings I'd ever seen.

Except for the fact that each had a large brass number above the door (odds on the left side, evens on the right), they looked absolutely nothing alike. Number nine had smokestacks, like a tiny factory. Number four had tomato vines on the walls and a roof made out of real grass. Seven seemed to be made of solid gold, which gleamed so much in the sunlight it was almost impossible to look at. They all faced a commons area about the size of a soccer field, dotted with Greek statues, fountains, flower beds, and a couple of basketball hoops (which were more my speed).

In the center of the field was a huge stone-lined firepit. Even though it was a warm afternoon, the hearth smoldered. A girl about nine years old was tending the flames, poking the coals with a stick.

The pair of cabins at the head of the field, numbers one and two, looked like his-and-hers mausoleums, big white marble boxes with heavy columns in front. Cabin one was the biggest and bulkiest of the twelve. Its polished bronze doors shimmered like a hologram, so that from different angles lightning bolts seemed to streak across them. Cabin two was more graceful somehow, with slimmer columns garlanded with pomegranates and flowers. The walls were carved with images of peacocks.

"Zeus and Hera?" I guessed.

"Correct," Chiron said.

"Their cabins look empty."

"Several of the cabins are. That's true. No one ever stays in one or two."

Okay. So each cabin had a different god, like a mascot. Twelve cabins for the twelve Olympians. But why would some be empty?

I stopped when Percy stopped.

"Percy?"

He stood in front of the first cabin on the left, cabin three.

It wasn't high and mighty like cabin one, but long and low and solid. The outer walls were of rough gray stone studded with pieces of seashell and coral, as if the slabs had been hewn straight from the bottom of the ocean floor.

I held his hand and we got closer to the cabin. We peeked inside the open doorway and Chiron said, "Oh, I wouldn't do that!"

Before he could pull us back, I caught a glimpse of the interior walls glowed like abalone. There were six empty bunk beds with silk sheets turned down. But there was no sign anyone had ever slept there. "Come along, you two."

Most of the other cabins were crowded with campers.

Number five was bright red—a real nasty paint job, as if the color had been splashed on with buckets and fists. The roof was lined with barbed wire. A stuffed wild boar's head hung over the doorway, and its eyes seemed to follow me. Inside I could see a bunch of mean-looking kids, both girls and boys, arm wrestling and arguing with each other while rock music blared. The loudest was a girl maybe thirteen or fourteen. She wore a size XXXL CAMP HALF-BLOOD T-shirt under a camouflage jacket. She zeroed in on me and gave me an evil sneer. She reminded me of Nancy Bobofit, though the camper girl was much bigger and tougher looking, and her hair was long and stringy, and brown instead of red.

I kept walking, trying to stay as close as I could to Percy. "We haven't seen any other centaurs," Percy observed.

"No," said Chiron sadly. "My kinsmen are a wild and barbaric folk, I'm afraid. You might encounter them in the wilderness, or at major sporting events. But you won't see any here."

"You said your name was Chiron. Are you really..."

He smiled down at me. "The Chiron from the stories? Trainer of Hercules and all that? Yes, Percy, I am."

"But, shouldn't you be dead?"

Chiron paused, as if the question intrigued him. "I honestly don't know about should be. The truth is, I can't be dead. You see, eons ago the gods granted my wish. I could continue the work I loved. I could be a teacher of heroes as long as humanity needed me. I gained much from that wish... and I gave up much. But I'm still here, so I can only assume I'm still needed."

I thought about being a teacher for three thousand years. It wouldn't have made my Top Ten Things to Wish For list.

"Doesn't it ever get boring?"

"No, no," he said. "Horribly depressing, at times, but never boring."

"Why depressing?"

Chiron seemed to turn hard of hearing again.

"Oh, look," he said. "Annabeth is waiting for us."

* * *

The blond girl I'd met at the Big House was reading a book in front of the last cabin on the left, number eleven.

When we reached her, she looked us critically.

I tried to see what she was reading, but I couldn't make out the title. I thought my dyslexia was acting up. Then I realized the title wasn't even English. The letters looked Greek to me. I mean, literally Greek. There were pictures of temples and statues and different kinds of columns, like those in an architecture book.

"Annabeth," Chiron said, "I have masters' archery class at noon. Would you take Percy and Y/N from here?"

"Yes, sir."

"Cabin eleven," Chiron told me, gesturing toward the doorway. "Make yourself at home."

Out of all the cabins, eleven looked the most like a regular old summer camp cabin, with the emphasis on old. The threshold was worn down, the brown paint peeling. Over the doorway was one of those doctor's symbols, a winged pole with two snakes wrapped around it. What did they call it... ? A caduceus.

Inside, it was packed with people, both boys and girls, way more than the number of bunk beds. Sleeping bags were spread all over on the floor. It looked like a gym where the Red Cross had set up an evacuation center.

Chiron didn't go in. The door was too low for him. But when the campers saw him they all stood and bowed respectfully.

"Well, then," Chiron said. "Good luck, Percy, Y/N. I'll see you at dinner."

He galloped away toward the archery range.

I stood in the doorway, looking at the kids. They weren't bowing anymore. They were staring at us. I knew this routine. I'd gone through it at enough schools.

"Well?" Annabeth prompted. "Go on."

So naturally Percy tripped coming in the door and made a total fool of himself, almost taking me with him but I had let go of him as he fell. There were some snickers from the campers, but none of them said anything.

Annabeth announced, "Percy Jackson, Y/N L/N, meet cabin eleven."

"Regular or undetermined?" somebody familiar asked.

I didn't know what to say, but Annabeth said, "Undetermined."

Everybody groaned.

"Now, now, campers. That's what we're here for. Welcome, Percy and Y/N. You can have that spot on the floor, right over there. Y/N can have the bed over there."

"Luke." I smiled. He replied with a grin and ruffled my hair.

"Uh?"

"This is Luke," Annabeth said, and her voice sounded different somehow. I glanced over and could've sworn she was blushing. She saw me looking, and her expression hardened again. "He's your counselor for now."

"For now?" Percy asked.

"You're undetermined," Luke explained patiently. "They don't know what cabin to put you in, so you're here. Cabin eleven takes all newcomers, all visitors. Naturally, we would. Hermes, our patron, is the god of travelers."

I looked at the tiny section of floor they'd given Percy. He was a few spots away from mine.

I looked around at the campers' faces, some sullen and suspicious, some grinning stupidly, some eyeing me as if they were waiting for a chance to pick my pockets.

"How long will we be here?" Percy asked.

"Good question," Luke said. "Until you're determined."

"How long will that take?"

The campers all laughed.

"Come on," Annabeth told us. "I'll show you the volleyball court."

"I've already seen it."

"Come on." She grabbed Percy's wrist and dragged him outside. Percy took my hand to come with him, I could hear the kids of cabin eleven laughing behind us.

"See you at dinner." Luke waved.

When we were a few feet away, Annabeth said, "Jackson, you have to do better than that."

"What?"

She rolled her eyes and mumbled under her breath, "I can't believe I thought you were the one. Maybe it was Y/N."

"What's your problem?" Percy was getting angry now. "All I know is, I kill some bull guy—"

I gripped his shoulder trying to calm him.

"Don't talk like that!" Annabeth told me. "You know how many kids at this camp wish they'd had your chance?"

"To get killed?"

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whatshername-please · 5 years ago

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Out of the Water - Chapter IV

Synopsis: You were very proud to be a mermaid, thank you very much. You didn't want to be where the people were. Actually, you'd rather avoid it. Defending the merfolk was the biggest goal in your life... well, it was until you meet a certain pirate... it seems that your family really had a thing for humans, after all. Not that you'd ever admit it...

Pairing: Harry x reader

Warnings: none? Possibly grammar mistakes?

Part 4 of ?

Word Count: 2975

A/N: English isn't my first language, so I'll probably mess up some tenses, grammar and stuff. Go easy on me, please. Feedback is always appreciated

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You weren't an expert, but you had already seen that tree twenty minutes ago, and that rock, and that berry bush. Either Dude had no idea where he was leading the group or Ben was moving around really fast. Maybe, you should go after Fairy Godmother's wand instead, it was the most powerful magical object in Auradon, after all. If it had turned a pumpkin into a golden carriage, it would help an angst teenager to overcome her evil phase.

Gil stopped to eat some berries, and he was completelty mesmerized by them. The blonde boy even suggested that you played the icebreaker, praising Jay right after. The compliment took Jafar's son by surprise but he went on with it, and, in a matter of instants, he and Gil started chatting like childhood friends. Someone didn't seem very thrilled with the boys new found connection, though. Harry, whose attitude showed that he couldn't bare being left out, didn't waste time on making a scoff comment about the conversation.

As for you, it was gold to see the Harry's expression when Jay and Gil kept talking like they didn't hear the pirate's bitter words.

"They completely ignored you" you glanced over him just to see his smirk fading away from his face and turning into a scowl. Harry Hook didn't like to be overlooked, you could tell for sure, and you'd take advantage of that to bother him a little.

He deserved it, anyway.

"They are not even paying attention to you, how sad" you added, just to push his buttons a bit further.

It worked, he glared at you in such a way that made you glad that looks couldn't kill, otherwise you would have burst into flames. You took no notice of him, evil faces didn't scare you.

Hary catched a berry with his hook and ate it in a very dramatic way, drawing all attention to him. That guy was all about aesthetic, wasn't he?

"PS, your mutt went that way" he told Carlos and it was only then that everybody noticed that Dude wasn't around anymore. The boys followed to where Harry had motioned, leaving you and Jay, who grabbed a few more berries, behind.

"Look at you, all sociable and making friends" you teased him.

"Weren't you talking to Harry like, a second minute ago?" he threw your little chitchat with the pirate right in your face.

"I only want to get to know Uma's friends" you defended yourself, shrugging your shoulders.

"Why?" he questioned, intrigued by your answer.

Damn, you forgot you weren't supposed to know Uma at all.

"Well... you said it yourself and I quote, 'I have this thing about protecting every mermaid of the world', so if Mal keeps her promise and really let the VKs off the Isle, it means Uma will be staying in Auradon, and she is the daughter of Ursula, therefore, she is part of the merpeople who are under the protection of Atlantica and..."

"Okay, okay! I get it" he put his hand over your mouth, knowing very well that when you started talking about this subject, nothing could stop you.

In other situation that, wouldn't have stopped you to adduce your speech about the Isle and the rules of the sea, but since this was exacttly the reaction you expected to draw from him, you just pushed his hand aside.

You went after Dude, who finally seemed to be on the trail of Ben's whereabouts. Or it was what you thought, because all you could see were trees and more trees, and...

You heard a loud growl and out of nowhere a buffalo monster jumped from behind a tree, pouncing on the little squad. Good thing you all had good reflexes, because with the size of the claws of this over-grown furry ball, he would have ripped your guts out in the blink of an eye.

Now, more than ever, you regretted not going back to Atlantica.

What the hell was this thing?

Oh wait...

The blue and yellow combinantion...

The clothes...

Oh...

That thing was Ben.

Gosh, Audrey didn't take easily their break up, did she? You made a mental note of never ever dating her if this was how she treated her exes.

"Use your magic " Carlos cried out, urging you to do something about your beasty friend.

"My magic won't do any good. He needs true love kiss or something like that, and I am defenitely not a furry" you pratically shouted the last part, getting ready to defend yourself in case Ben decided to attack you again.

It was Gil who noticed something was wrong with the beast's hand.

"He's got a boo-boo that's why he is so cranky... My dad said his dad did not handle pain well, at all" he talked about his father's murder attempt on King Beast as if he was talking about the weather.

How precious was this boy?

Ben snarled at you again, and Carlos stepped in. Carefully, he approached the cursed boy, soothing him. You expected Ben to pluck out Carlos eyes or something, but the VK managed to pull the thorn out of Ben's furry hand with mastery, instead.

Nice...

Now what?

Out of nowhere, a blast of water flew right past your head and splashed all over Ben's beasty body. Slowly, he started to look less like a beast and more like an ordinary human being. You looked over your shoulder and saw Jane, who was holding a water blaster, it became quite clear that the Fairy Godmother's daughter was the one responsible for undoing partially Ben's curse. Who needed a magical wand when you had enchanted lake water, right?

You and Jay rushed to help Ben, holding him up and taking him to sit down on a rock nearby. The poor boy seemed to just have woken up from a nightmare. However, not even the enchanted water was strong enought to lift the spell completely, but it was funny to watch Jane splashing another blast of water on Ben's face in hopes of making his new grown beard and fangs to disappear.

"Don't worry" you reassured him "I'm sure Mal won't mind"

"Do you like it?" Ben grinned cheerfully and ran his hand over his beard, expecting your approval.

You hummed, not sure if he wanted to hear the truth. You looked away from your friend and saw Harry hitting on Jane and a jealous and protective Carlos interceding on her behalf.

You rolled your eyes. Being in Auradon was always like entering into some cheesy soap opera. The drama, the angst, the musical numbers that came out of nowhere...

While Jay and Carlos explained to Jane and a very confused Ben everything that had happened up to that point, you decide to stay away from the conversation to avoid questions that could lead them to realize you had helped Uma. Not that you were afraid of them, but if your grandfather knew about that, he would have a fit and King Triton's rage was feared in all seven seas and beyond. So, there you were again, left to talk to the villain kids who, although you weren't sure why, appeared to be a little apprehensive since Ben joined the group. Then again, it could be just your impression.

"Are you enjoying Auradon so far?" you asked the boys.

Gil went on a rant about what he liked so far, giving examples and detalied descriptions of flowers, grapes, threes, berries and all the things that you had in Auaradon and they didn't have back on the Isle, which was basically everything. He also said something about penguins and going on a jungle cruise with Jay, but you didn't pay attention because Harry leaned over you with that stupid smug grin of his.

"It's not as boring as I thought it would be" did he really have to come this close just to say that? You were pretty sure that his life's mission was to be as annoying as he could.

"Really? Everybody is cursed..." you replied, but it only made his grin to grow wider.

"Exactly"

You shook your head, what a weirdo.

"Hey" Gil called your name, making both you and Harry to turn your heads in his direction at the same time "Do you think Ben will kick us back to the Isle?"

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Harry stiffen up and his confident expression fade away.

Was it possible that they were worried that Ben wouldn't allow the kids to come off the Isle as Mal had promised?

"No!" you set their minds at rest "Ben may seem a bit innocent, but he is compassionate and very smart. The VK Program was idealized by him and even if people didn't agree with it, he put his foot down. I know Ben and I've annoyed him long enough about this matter, so I am sure he won't abandon the Isle. Also, Evie will kill him if he shuts down the program... Thus, I think you're good"

More than that, you would never let him put Uma back on the Isle and if he did that, it would become your personal goal to make him regret every decision he ever made in his life. Actually, if Ben dared to back down, you'd raise hell.

Finally, you arrived at Evie's home and in the right time! You've been walking on land for too long and starting to feel a little dehydrated. All you wanted to do was to come in and have a glass of water. Luckily, the girls were already waiting for you at the door and, as you got closer, they greeted the group, glad that everyone was alive and safe. Uma even teased Mal about Ben's fangs. Funny how a few hours earlier they were at each other's throats and now it was like they had always been friends.

"You okay?" you felt Uma's hand on your shoulder and looked at her, smiling.

"Yes, of course. Just feeling a bit dried. Have I mentioned how much I hate being ashore?"

"I don't know. Maybe a thousand times, just every single day since we met. 'Uma, the human world is a nightmare. Humans are so annoying and stinky, swimming with dolphings is so much better than anything else they have up there' " she made an impression of you, putting her hand on her forehead dramatically.

You groaned.

"Don't mock my pain, and I never said that. You know I much rather swim with rays, they're way more friendly than dolphins. Also, I do not speak like that".

"But the attitude is on point" she winked.

Then, it was decided that Jane, Gil and Doug would go after Fairy Godmother, who surely had become a stone statue like everybody else, otherwise she'd have appeared by now. Or maybe not, after a 16 years old boy was crowned King of Auradon you stopped believing adults had any idea what to do. Therefore, Fairy Godmother could very well be drinking tea while expecting that a bunch of teenagers would solve all the problems.

As soon as you entered Evie's cottage, you went straight to the kitchen. Getting the biggest cup you found, you filled it with water and, to give it an extra punch, you added some salt. It was the closest thing you had to ocean's water, anyway. The glass was almost touching your lips; unfortunately, everything went wrong.

Harry Hook literally came out of nowhere and took the glass from your hands, you tried to warn him against it but it was too late, the next moment he had already drunk all its content. You'd have laughed when his carefree expression changed into one of utter disgust as he swallowed the water, if he hadnt spitted out all of it on your face soon after.

You did what any sane person would have done: you started yelling at him.

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?"

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?" Harry screamed as loud as you "What kind of person drink salt water?" his pained expression showed that the taste still didn't have left his mouth.

"A mermaid, you barbarian!!" you shouted, doing your best to dry your face off.

"Were you trying to poison me?"

You scoffed at the pirate's words. Was he really accusing you? You had to give him kudos for his guts, because he lacked any commom sense.

"YOU STOLE MY FUCKING WATER!!" you shouted at the top of your lungs. If everyone in Auradon wasn't sleeping or a statue, they would have been able to hear all the nasty things you said to Harry, to which he replied accordingly.

It took you both a while to notice a third voice joining the riot, it was Uma's. Upon hearing the shouts and death threats, the girl entered the kitchen to find her best friends acting like angry sharks. It was almost amusing to see how fast Harry went quiet when he saw Uma there, asking if you two had gone mad.

"She tried to poison me, Uma!" he pointed at you accusingly.

"Excuse me!" you look at your friend, who couldn't be any less impressed by your petty explanations "He spit water on my face. MY WATER. I WAS GOING TO DRINK IT"

The sea witch's daughter rolled her eyes so hard that you could swear she saw her own brain.

"You know what, lass?" Harry got dangerously close to you, leaning slightly on the kitchen's table "I'm used to rotten food and sea water, but I have never tasted anything as dreadful as this. If this is what mermaids have to drink, I understand why so many of you want to leave the ocean".

You gasped and he grimmed, thinking he had finally gotten you. That pirate had just crossed the line and he had no idea who he was dealing with. You could put up with him stealing your drink and spitting it all over you, but talking bullshit about your beloved kin was something you weren't able to ignore. Uma would have to settle for having Gil as her first mate because you were about to kill Harry.

"You know what Hook" you said in your sweetest-sounding voice "You have the accent, the jacket, the hook, the smokey eyes... but you're still missing one thing... Better saying, you are not missing it..."

As quick as one could blink, you grabbed a small knife from the counter and stabbed it into the table close to where Harry's hand was lying.

"A FUCKING HAND!".

Okay, you wanted the knife to land close to Harry's hand, but it was a little too close... Actually, you failed to hit it for a couple of inches, had you done it a little bit to the left, Harry Hook would be lacking a finger.

Maybe you were kind of moody, after all.

Harry Hook had big blue eyes that usually sparkled with a boyish malice (and a bit of insanity), but, right now, he was looking at you with bulging eyes, one part of him didn't believe in what you just had done and the other was a little bit impressed by it. Of course all these emotions washed off from his face in seconds.

"DID YOU SEE IT, UMA? SHE IS CRAZY!"

"So, you can walk around spitting on people and threatening to hook them and that's okay? YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO JUDGE ME"

And the yelling started again, but Uma was having none of it and she knew both of you enough to understand that if someone did not step in, you wouldn't stop until one of you were dead.

"Stop both of you, right now!" she didn't even have to shout, just the look on her face was enough to make you shut up "We are on a very dangerous mission and we don't have time to deal with this silliness!"

"She started!"

"He started!"

You both cried out at the same time.

Uma took a deep breath, her patience running thin.

"I don't want to hear it. If you want to act like children, I'll treat you as such. Now, apologize to each other.

Harry and you exchanged looks of pure and sincere disgust.

"I won't do it" you threw your hands up.

"Neither will I" Harry declared, folding his arms.

"Great, so I'll call Evie and Gil and they can talk to you about the importance of friendship. I will personally ask them to sing about it"

Uma's threat was enough to make Harry turn to you and apologize.

Uma had real power over him. A true goddess, indeed.

"Okay, I'm sorry" the words that left his mouth were bitter and you knew he was dying inside for having to say them out loud, and that's why you enjoyed every single second of it.

In this moment, Mal called all of you to hurry up because they were about to go to Fairy Cottage, Uma gave you and Harry a warning look before leaving the kitchen and you went to fetch another glass of water. You were almost finishing to drink it when you notice Harry staring.

You took the last gulp and smiled innocently at him.

"I'm sorry, did you want some?" you asked.

"You didn't apologize" he raised an eyebrow and you put the glass down. Walking closer to him, you looked the pirate right in the eye.

"I just said I'm sorry, didn't I?"

"It doesn't count!"

"Yes, it does"

"No, it doesn't"

You hated to admit, but you were taking quite a liking to teasing him. Fortunately for you, Jay came into the kitchen to fetch you and Harry who were delaying the rest of the group. You couldn't help but notice the despleased look in the pirate's face.

Victory.

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abraidoffrostandfelt · 5 years ago

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listen to me listening

open your mouth, there are things i need to hear a shell curve of lip and stone of teeth, the smile slight invite of it this slip into speaking, hand curved into nesting-doll hand, the way i leapt into the catch of your arms and you cradle contained the unexpected weight of me, full on, the bruising crush of it, the way my leg went further into the crash and carve of metal unmoving and my shin still whispers that story across a silver slice scar and into the future speaking of how things meet and change and cannot be erased and instead we create blood gone by becomes the offering words gathering into small spells spilling over, like rain upon saturated earth, slow in some stretch of time, stretch of sky storm stained, the city streets of a downpour where the fabric of my dress becomes a second skin, and i am trying to listen, to divine meaning, to remind myself that there is still time that as i breathe, with each stretch, time stretches too that it is light and uncalculated, immeasurable that somehow it grows heavier as it lessens and maybe that is a kind of perfection though i do not speak in the language of numbers and comparisons and am fraught with falling short, overflowing with imperfections though i contain myself as i can and i am not without my charms -or keys and seeds, dried plants in jars and measured into drinks, or salt somewhere upon my skin that once was of the sea, or words that when placed in proximity become increasingly pleasing these are my treasures gathered, charming charmed they hold this power given, gifted for attention transforms- objects, experiences, us i create myself over and over in these choosings, these framings in what i hold precious in hands and pockets and thoughts what is written fast on scraps, in books and carried and kept near, for comfort and clarity what is spoken and what awaits saying how i hold all these things in the silences beyond my teeth, a calcium gleam, and the quiet keeps soaking into story and languages that do not ask for the sounds of my voice i am listening for those medicine words, the ones that will catch me before falling on, further, too far from someone, somewhere, some being of tree or flower, some stone, shell, ghost fragment found of smoothed over glass, sent forward and back, through time to now something surfacing out of sand or earth or me seeking to remind, to catch me up to hold me off the ground or on the ground, whichever can contextually fit to form something soothing, these are truths and i am handing them gently to you, placing them in your hands and mouth like candy, like communion, like untamed grapes that slip from their skin and apples grown wild and without names, like sweet clover flowers glowing red, like the citrus of soft new pine needles, like my body and it must all be acknowledged and honored for the sweet-tart shock, thought to heart that it is -this sizzle gift gone from me to you, something so precious is this small truth something more than simple hearing hum your words so i can feel them

by, earthboundpixie

#my poetry #spilled ink

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herenortherenearnorfar · 6 years ago

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The Development of Farming in Middle-Earth

An agricultural revolution is driven by multiple factors. Time is one of them, as is location, as is necessity. Therefore I would argue that Valinor lacked a farming culture and that large swathes of farming technology were innovated later, in the First Age and beyond.

First let’s establish that the Calaquendi were not farmers. Tolkien’s own anti-tech sensibilities, the emphasis within the text on farming and forests, and the presence of powerful nature spirits who would make the need for fields and crops redundant all suggest a more garden/foraging based society. Since Yavanna, Ulmo, Oromë can create food (plants, animals) they could eliminate the pressures (overhunting, hunger) that led to the advent of grain agriculture in the real world. They would also have motive to stick with a more hunter-gather society, since mono-crop farming and animal rearing would contradict Yavanna’s pro-tree agenda and Oromë’s interest in preserving the wild. And although elves have a bread-culture this doesn’t necessarily mean that they cultivated wheat-- wild grains like millet and barley were used by hunter-gathers to create flatbreads. Lothlorien, which is mostly forested, and wild Doriath also created bread, meaning that the presence of bread isn’t a sure indicator of big farming.

This doesn’t mean Valinorean elves wouldn’t understand animal domestication and plant cultivation; just that they wouldn’t need to engage in these activities on a wide scale. We know from the text that elves keep dogs and horses, but we don’t get a lot of insight into their cattle raising, for example (there are extant elvish words for bull, but most other cow related words are from Gnomish or other early language iterations). The presence of weaving suggests that they may have bred woolly sheep (there is a Quenya word for sheep) but shepherding and sheep flocks aren’t mentioned until descriptions of the early Hadorians. For people with the ability to learn animal-speech keeping free range sheep would be much more feasible than for humans, allowing for a more flexible “hands off until shearing time” sheep relationship. Out of respect for Oromë, hunting seems to have taken over animal husbandry as a major source of protein.

(This also ties into a theory of mine that elves are largely lactose intolerant past childhood. Without herding it’s hard to develop those enzymes.)

The same is true of plants. Valinorean elves probably experimented with plant hybridization and modification, kept private gardens or orchards, and prided themselves on growing new varietals, but may not have kept large scale fields. What would be the need, when you can just throw some seed down on the grassland (at all times of the year no less- thanks lembas essay) and trust Yavanna to make it all work? When the woods are full of infinite food and you have the gods of sea creatures and land dwelling beasts on your side there isn’t the same food pressure that faced early humans in real life. Food is everywhere, all you need to do is nurture and collect it.

Of course not all elves were in Valinor. Middle-Earth elves would have developed certain technologies much faster than their more sheltered peers. At the same time, the Green-Elves of Ossiriand are noted to resent “hewers of trees and hunters of beasts” so they definitely weren’t clearing fields left and right. In fact, let’s split the Moriquendi up into groups based on location, to get a better sense of their respective farming styles.

In Doriath was Melian, who has the potential to fulfill a Yavanna-like role as a forest nurturer. Again, you have to put less effort in when there’s a goddess on your side. The elves of Doriath were noted woodmen and hunters, and their descendants in the Greenwood and Lothlorien seem to have favored similarly naturalist approaches. Forest gardening isn’t out of the question. However two facts stand out. One: Menegroth was underground. This means that they had the potential to develop fungiculture (possibly developed with the help of dwarves). Two: prior to Morgoth’s awakening the elves of Doriath were less isolationist and wandered far. This means that they may have done some light plant propagation, moving seeds around and planting trees in more advantageous places. Your basic early Neolithic revolution behavior.

In Ossiriand were the Nandor, who again, valued their trees a lot. This means that they’re going to be less willing to clear land or practice field farming. They may have still engaged in forest gardening, like the people of Doriath, encouraging food plants to grow and cultivating oak trees, fruit orchards, edible vines and shrubs, mushrooms, wild herbs, and other forest friendly food.

Near lake Mithrim were Sindar elves who first met the Noldor. These are the most likely candidates for early field farming tech, since they had both deforested flatland and access to water sources. They’re also the most likely to have begun growing wild grains like wheat, barley, and millet.

The Falathrim is where things get interesting. We know that they kept “pools” in addition to their beaches and that they were dear to Ossë, an ocean Maia. This suggest a seafood based diet and the potential for pesciculture. Ancient forms of fish farming often worked in tandem with the sea and spawning habits of fish. Trenches would would be dug meeting the ocean, roe would be captured, and juvenile fish raised in fresh water. The Falathrim may have kept artifical tidal pools as well as raised fry. They may have also engaged in seaweed farming. The same goes for the Teleri across the sea, though again living in Valinor means that there’s much less need to stress over food. On Tol Eressea, seaweed farming and sea fishing will have proliferated, giving way to city gardens as the island population grew.

The Avari are the most open for interpretation. We don’t know what these mystery suitors were doing on the other side of the continent. The Avari are said to have been more primitive than the Noldor but let’s look at the source here-- we can’t trust a Noldor account to be honest. Context clues can help us make guesses, however. For example, humans showed up in the middle of the First Age with domestic sheep, horses, donkeys, and goats (thanks random detail about the Hadorians from HoME). That isn’t something you figure out in a few hundred years. Given that we know early humans interacted with the Avari it’s entirely possible that they learned animal husbandry from them as well. So the Avari may have kept these animals! At the same time it’s mentioned that the Beorians “had no beasts of burden” so whatever animal technology later humans picked up from the Avari it took them a while to master it.

Other technologies the Avari may have possessed include fungiculture (for they were long without the sun and preferred dark places), forest farming, and maybe some floodplain farming since many stayed near the lake where they originated.

Now once the Noldor Exiles hit Beleriand they would have had to shift their food production methods drastically. No longer surrounded by greater and lesser spirits they faced much a much more serious potential for famine. Furthermore, encounters with the Mithrim and Falathrim, and later the elves of Doriath and Ossiriand, will have introduced new principles of agriculture. The combination of Noldor GMO technology (nurtured in an open sandbox of innovation) plus more necessity based Beleriand techniques, likely paved the way for a new flourishing of agriculture. The regions many of Fingolfin and Feanor’s kin moved into-- flat lands and mountainous regions with less forest to worry about-- will have also helped develop a more robust farming culture.

They’re still elves so they’re going to be more hesitant to mess with nature but with the rise of the Noldor we’re more likely to see irrigation, fertilizer, and professional farming. Wild grains will have slowly become more domesticated. It’s mentioned in HoME that corn (grains) originated in Aman, were brought to Middle-Earth, but didn’t do well and was mostly kept by adherents of Yavanna (including some in Doriath, who grew grains in limited amounts in sunlit glades). There’s a sense that the elves have a lot of plants but are still figuring out what to do with them. Things they can grow: wild grasses, grapes (they have wine!), sturdy fruits and veggies willing to resist Morgoth.

Dwarves are hard to judge because we don’t get a ton of insight into their material culture. Sure they love mountains but where does their food come from? They like it but how? Where? Nevertheless, we can attribute to dwarves mountain terraces, fungiculture, and indoor agriculture using reflected sunlight. In fact, dwarves might have invented greenhouses, which would give them a foot over their peers in early post-Sunrise Middle Earth. The petty-dwarves cultivated some sort of root-vegetable so other dwarves likely did as well. They also probably made big strides in pony-breeding, goat rearing, and some other types of animal husbandry.

Finally, the humans arrive. Now the agricultural innovations of non-Beleriand humans are really hard to judge. We know that they were big farmers within a few thousand years though, which again suggests some Avari help. In the east irrigation and complex water retention would have developed most quickly. They probably also further developed grain farming (important for a fast reproducing population) and your basic river valley techniques (flood control, fertilizer, plant breeding) within a fairly short time frame. Again, the Avar and non-Atani humans really don’t get the credit they deserve for speed running civilization without divine interference.

Onto the Beleriand humans who we do know about. The Haladin had independent homesteads by Haleth’s time, a practice that’s pretty hard to maintain (early agricultural was communal for a reason). The Hadorians had animal husbandry. The Beorians were quick to take to farming and willing to learn from elves. All of this suggests an adaptable, innovative farming culture which might be a little more garden focused than medieval Europe but was still plenty productive.

After the fall of Beleriand we meet even more humans. In Numenor sheep were kept, for example, in addition to various crops. Corn of Aman origin were favored and the Numenoreans spread these more developed grains across the world, leading to better farming for all men. Widespread field agriculture developed in Arnor and Gondor. Milk was drunk among herding cultures and farming cultures (both Rohan and Gondor were probably full of milk drinkers), making animal farming more profitable. Cows are widespread by the period of LoTR, as are chickens, goats, cheese, and plants like tomatoes and potatoes. Beekeeping is also present in the Shire, suggesting that beekeeping has developed over the past few millenia.

The Woses, a more woodland based group, favored forest farming and cave living. Other human groups followed their lead, remaining more forest based until Numenor came and ripped their forests up. Numenorean imperialism in general can be seen as a force for field based farming, destroying earlier forest models. And exception would be in the far East, where again, humans seem to have figured things out on their own.

Later elven groups include Silvan and Sindar communities (more likely to favour forest living) and Noldor communities (more likely to have cities, gardens, and some fields though not on a human scale.) Very late elf enclaves like Rivendell may have combined rooftop gardening with forest cultivation.

All this probably sounds like a load of nonsense so I’ve summed up the development of Middle Earth farming in a few easy notes.

Who Invented What?

Planting seeds and then harvesting them was recognized by all elf groups, roughly simultaneously

Gardens were invented by the Amanyar, Teleri (all groups), and Avari, later spread everywhere

Food forests were invented by the Nandor and Sindar, later practiced by the Woses and other human groups as well as Silvan/Sindar elves

Grain farming was invented by the Mithrim and Amanyar then later perfected by the Easterlings and Numenoreans

Organic Fertilizer was invented by the Nandor and later preferred in human settlements

Mass fertilization and nitrogen fertilizer was invented by the Noldor exiles and sometimes used in Numenor

Chemical fertilizers and pollution were invented by The Forces of Darkness

Greenhouses were invented by the dwarves and Exile Noldor, later used in parts of Arnor and Gondor

Irrigation was developed by the Mithrim then further developed by the Noldor and friends. It was also practiced by the Avari and Easterlings

Fungiculture was invented by the dwarves and Avari, then later shared with the Sindar

Pesciculture was invented by the Teleri (all groups)

Seaweed farming was invented by the Falathrim and elves of Tol Eressea

Terrace farming was invented by the dwarves and later practiced by elves and humans

Horse riding is just about universal

General animal husbandry was invented by the Amanyar and Avari, later embraced by all humans

Raising animals for meat was developed by the Avari and later passed on to humans

Raising animals for milk is entirely on humans

GMO plants were invented by the Amanyar, improved on by combined elves of Beleriand, and dabbled in by Numenoreans. Also the Avari and Easterlings probably had them to some extent but who knows because we don’t have enough info on them.

#long post #rambling #The Silmarillion #jrr tolkien #farming

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💃 Once on This Island AU 🌺

Musical AUs have continued! Check out my masterlist (in my bio) under Multifandom for the others!

Black!reader x Yoongi

Female!reader

Major Character Death (spoiler it’s the reader)

Cheating

Jimin vs Jeongyeon

Magic

Cast:

Agwe- Key (SHINee)

Asaka- Rosé (Blackpink)

Erzulie- Jimin (BTS)

Papa Ge- Jeongyeon (TWICE)

Ti Moune- Reader

Daniel- Yoongi (BTS)

Mama Euralie- Taeyeon (SNSD)

TonTon Julian- Shindong (Super Junior)

Andrea- Jamie Park (femme Jimin)

There is an island where rivers run deep. Where the sea, sparkling in the sun, earns it the name “Jewel of the Antilles.” An island where the poorest of peasants labor and the wealthiest of Sacred Bone play. Two different worlds on one island! The Sacred Bone, with their pale skins and their American ways, owners of the land and masters of their own fates. And the peasants, tan as sand and black as night, eternally at the mercy of the wind and the sea...Who pray constantly... to the gods.

On this new day, they said the usual prayers of a villager, “Rosé, grow me a garden.”

“Please Kibum, don’t flood my garden.”

“Jiminie, who will my love be?”

“Jeongyeon, don't come around me!”

An older but spry older woman laughed and grabbed a visitor’s hand, “Ah ha ha ha! Such powerful, such temperamental gods rule our island!”

A woman with raspberry colored hair grabbed a table cloth and wrapped it around her waist, “Rosé, Mother of the Earth.” and wrapped it around her waist.

“Kibum, God of Water!” A man with a beautiful face and blue pants, a fisherman, put on a wave printed top.

A blonde boy with squishy cheeks, pushed down a short haired girl and placed a mosquito net around his shoulders like a shawl, “Jimin, beautiful God of Love.”

The girl then stood up and slit a juicy pomegranate and let the juice run down her wrist, “And Jeongyeon, sly Demon of Death.” She laughed and pointed the knife at Jimin.

“Rosé, grow me a garden.” They all echoed. “Please Kibum, don’t flood my garden. Jiminie, who will my love be?” A flower was placed in her lap. “Jeongyeon, don't come around me! Please, Kibum, don't flood my garden. Rosé, grow me a garden.”

A villager with red hair and a wide smile picked up a small girl and swung her around while singing, “We dance~”

To which the others repeated in a similar tune, “We dance~to the music of the gods.”

The girl was set down and danced on her own now while the villagers began to sing, “The music of the breezes through the green plantain. The murmur of the river and the roar of rain and if the gods decide to send a hur-ri-cane…” A loud thump of a drum accented each syllable. “We dance~ to their everchanging moods.”

Rosé fanned herself and the little girl, “We know the gods are happy when the green things grow.”

Key got her attention and added, “They’re angry when the river starts to overflow.”

The performers shook their hips and hands, “And since we never know which way their winds will blow~We dance to the earth. We dance to the water. The gods awake and we take no chance.” A small upbeat tune played and they continued. “Our hearts hear the song. Our feet move along. And to the music of the gods, we dance!”

Jimin guided the small girl and pointed to a place where the villagers mimicked proper posture, “On the other side of this island, safe behind high walls and iron gates, the Sacred Bone dance to a different tune.”

The lighter skinned members served face and sung, “La la la la la la la la!”

Water god Key folded his arms, “They drink champagne, entertain tourists at their fine hotels, and tell their servants…”

A taller man with broad shoulders clapped his hands together and spoke to a darker skinned man, “Polish up the Mercedes!”

“La la la la la la la la!”

Taking the girl’s dolls from her hands, Jeongyeon spread her arms wide, “Two different worlds, never meant to meet.”

Feminine death looked at the girl and spoke with a man, “The peasants labor—” and then looked at the boy, speaking with a woman with long red hair, “The Sacred Bone eat!”

The Sacred Bone paraded around saying, “How fine our clothes are! How fast we drive! We dance at parties--”

Peasants interrupted, “While we are dancing just to stay alive!” The crescendo built and then softened.

“We dance~” Said the women.

“We dance~” Repeated the men.

Together, they asked, “What else is there to do…”

The peasant men then acted out what they did, “But plant the seed and pull the weed and chop the cane.”

“And bear the child and bear the load and bear the pain.” The women did the same.

Then they sung together once again, “And as the rich go racing to their own refrain, we dance to the earth, we dance to the water. The gods awake and we take no chance. Our hearts hear the song. Our feet move along. And to the music of the gods~”

People clapped to the rhythm while others lifted their skirts to dance and even got visitors to move and groove along with them.

“We dance to the earth. We dance to the water. The gods awake and we take no chance…”

An older man seemingly married to the woman from before said, “Two different worlds, never meant to meet.”

The music stopped and all heads turned towards the older woman who guided her there in the first place, “But if the gods move our feet!”

“We daaaaance! We daaaaaance! We daaaaaannnnnnce!”

With everything now settled, eyes settled on the one in the center who spoke:

~~~~~

Our story begins on the night of a flood. Many huts washed away, many peasants drowned by Kibum’s angry waters.

I was a child, walking home from the store in my hand me down red dress. The basket I was carrying was heavy enough to make my small body lean back in order to keep the groceries off the ground. Still, a lose grape fell onto the sandy dirt. I set the basket down to chase after it, and a small wave of water brought it back to me. Strange, I thought as I picked up the purple orb, water wasn’t usually this close to the market. There was a lot more and coming right at me!

I rushed back to the basket, but before I knew it, my body had been swept up by the waves and my foods taken hostage by the misplaced sea. My mother had been in front of me with her own basket, calling my name. Now she screamed it as I was taken way too far away for me to ever here it being called again. Villagers of all sorts hurriedly packed up and grabbed their own children, racing for higher ground. Some sort of safety.

A panel of roofing came my way, and I grabbed it. When I was knocked off of it, I felt as though an orphan plucked from the flood by Kibum, sheltered in a tree by Rosé. And little did I know I’d be sent on a journey by the gods. A journey that would test the strength of love against the power of death. On this island of two different worlds!

The story of (Y/N)!

I was just one small girl in a tree, torn from her mother. Crying in fright. One small girl tossed by sea and left to face the stormy night. I was one small girl. Holding tight...At last, the storm subsided and the morning sun glowed when two old peasants came cautiously down the road.

Eomma Taeyeon and Appa Shindong.

Taeyeon picked up a flower and tucked it in her hair, “Rosé is smiling again, Shindong.”

He was being grumpy, “This morning, she smiles. Last night, she tried to blow our heads off!”

“Hahahaha! Ah, Julian, just listen to those birds!”

Coo coo coo coo coo. Coo coo coo coo coo.

Waah!!! Sounded from up in a tree. “What kind of bird is that?” Shindong asked.

His wife pointed to the tree, at me, “Look! There! One small face, two small knees.”

“Why are you up there?”

“What is your name?” When I gave no reply, she looked to her husband. “The girl can’t speak.”

He pointed to the skies, “And they’re to blame. Kibum probably meant to kill her!”

Taeyeon rolled her eyes, “Then she’d be dead.”

“It’s possible he forgot.”

She looked around frightened the gods might be listening, “Shh! The gods don’t forget.”

“Then they had some reason to spare her life. It’s best that we don’t know what.”

His wife agreed even though she looked back at the child, “One small girl...better not.”

They shook their heads and started to go, but then something magical came over them. That child needed someplace to live.

“But we’re too old for children.” He tried to reason to himself.

She did the same, “And we have no room and no food.”

But I--the quiet girl in the tree--or something else, touched them deep inside. So not knowing quite why, they followed their hearts back to the tree, gently lifted the terrified child down…

I screamed, “NOOOOO!!!!”

And discovered I could speak after all. Now I had become one small girl in the way.Constantly hungry. They said I was learning too quick! Maybe because I was only about 6 when I learned how to climb to the top of the tallest palm tree without any help.

“She makes me smile.” Appa Shindong said when he saw where I was and pointed it out to Eomma.

“She scares me sick!” and she went pale at the sight of me so high. She clutched her heart and ordered the coconut gatherers to help me down.

But I lept right into my mother’s arms from what didn’t seem like a fifteen foot tree at the time. So they scolded and teased and held me. Ad mended the clothes I tore. The hut was crowded, and food was scarce. Yet somehow, their lives held more. They had one small girl to live for.

Because I had no idea of what my life was like or what my name was before the flood, they named me “Desirée Dieu-Donné,” or “God-Given Desire.” But in their affection, they called me simply (Y/N).

I recall a time when I was around the age of 8 and my curious nature came into play, so I asked, “What does (Y/N) mean, Eomma?”

“It means Little Orphan.” She tapped my nose. “You’re our sweet little orphan. We found you, and now your life is forever in our care.”

“Why?” I asked.

Appa answered, “Because the gods willed it.”

“Why?”

My mother shrugged, “Perhaps they saved you for something special.”

That simple answer made my eyes light up and I jumped up and down, “What is it?”

“(Y/N), if we knew why the gods did the things they do, we would be gods ourselves!”

I puffed up my cheeks cutely, “Someday I’m going to ask them, Eomma!”

Both my parents giggled, and she ruffled my hair, “Foolish girl! Run and hide!”

Growing up, I was called both sweet as a eucalyptus and terrible as a tempest while I was banging a drum and humming a tune. I was (Y/N) and did what children did. Falling and running and calling and growing...and growing and growing and growing up too soon.

Ten years had passed and I had grown into a beautiful young woman. Sturdy from living a peasant’s life and yet gentle with innocence claiming my heart. I folded the now dried blanket after taking it off the line, but soon slipped away to sit in a tree, allowing my mind to wander. I was now one small girl that wasn’t so small. Lost in my daydreams day after day.

“Call her name.” Appa Shindong said.

But Eomma Taeyeon replied, “No, don’t call. Her ears don’t hear, she’s far away.”

My parents watched from the distance, talking among themselves after my mother finished my folding for me.

He agreed, “And I know that she’s getting older.”

“I know that it's meant to be.”

Their arms couldn't hold me and keep me small, but all l that their hearts could see was one small girl. One small girl. Just one small girl in a tree.

The two then grabbed a few things before going to market. On their way, a car was speeding past and almost ran them over. No honking either, to warn pedestrians to get out of the way. The life of privilege wreaked of the silver mercedes. A few yelps of terror turned my attention to a stranger in white in a car. Going somewhere. Going far.

I wondered what it would be like to have a life like his.

How it must feel to go racing wherever you please, flying as free as a bird with his tail in the breeze. I thought even the fish in the sea must be longing to fly after catching a glimpse of a stranger in white racing by. “Oh, gods. Oh, gods, are you there?” You asked aloud. “What can I do to get you to look down and give in? Oh, gods. Oh, gods, hear my prayer!”

I’m here in the field with my feet on the ground and my fate in the air waiting for life to begin! I knew that Eomma's contented and Appa accepts what he gets. They were happy for tea in their cups and no holes in their nets. Happy to have what they have and to stay where they are, they never even looked up at the sound of a car.

A stranger racing down the beach. Racing to places I was meant to reach! My imagination took a step further and imagined him there in the middle of the drum circle. I joined him and swung my hips to the rhythm. Then I imagined his car would stop and in I’d hop and off we’d drive!

We’ll drive~! I turned around and he was gone.

I sighed and saw the setting sun. Had it already gotten this late? It was about time to go home. Before I did, I called for the Gods like I had been taught since I was little. I used my whole heart and my entire body.

“Oh, gods. Oh, gods. Please be there. Don’t you remember your little (Y/N) from the tree?” I even tried commanding them to see if I would get a sign. “Wake up! Look down! Hear my prayer! Don’t single me out And then forget me! Oh, gods. Oh, gods, let me fly!” I spread my arms like wings. “Send me to places where no one before me has been. You spared my life; show me why. You get me to rise like a fish to the bait then tell me to wait. Well, I’m waiting!” I called to the heavens.

Waiting for life to begin!

And the gods heard her prayer. Had a good laugh about it too.

Rosé fanned herself, “The peasant girl wants a grand homme to carry her away! I should find a tree all covered with mangos--juicy mangos, fat and well-fed. Pick a mango—” She took the one she just made from the tree.

Kibum took it from her, “A juicy mango.”

“A lovely mango.” Jimin added before the mango was taken from him.

It was by Jeongyeon who said, “A poison mango—”

But everyone scowled at her. She just shrugged it away. As a demon of death, it was her job to kill people. Poison did that. Anyways, Rosé dropped the mango. It made a whistling sound as it fell from the heavens. Then boom!

“To knock some sense in her head!”

They laughed and repeated, “Knock some sense in her head!”

Kibum offered to, “Splash her with a wave!”

“Scare her half to death!” Jeongyeon lurched forward.

But Jimin saw how honest her prayer was, so he said, “Give her what she wants!”

Rosé, Kibum, and Jeongyeon looked at him, confused, “Give her what she...?”

He nodded, “Give her what she wants. Love has many powers. If the love is true, It can cross the earth, and withstand the storm. It can conquer--” Jimin poked in Jeongyeon’s direction. “Even you.”

The gods of earth and water decided to walk away and give the two their space to talk, mostly because neither of them wanted to be put at odds with Death herself.

She scoffed, “Love conquer death? Why, I could stop her heart like that!” She snapped her fingers with a quickness.

Jimin smirked, “Stop her heart from beating, yes. But not from loving. Not if love is what she chooses.”

Jeongyeon shook her head dismissively, “Ridiculous!”

“Interesting!” Key piped up.

Rosé nodded, “More amusing than mangos!”

They came to a decision, “A journey!”

Jimin reached out to (Y/N), “I will give her strength when the time is right.”

Mother nature followed suit, “I will guide her way.”

“I will make her choose!” A wicked grin spread across Death’s face.

Kibum, already flowing down to Earth, said, “And I’ll provide the place where two different worlds will meet tonight!”

Tonight! God of water Kibum smeared his arm across the sky, “Let there be no moon. Let the clouds race by. Where the road meets the sea, let the tide be high.” And his head turned as he saw the girl about to return home. “Let there be a girl…” He drew her back to the beach. “Walking by the sea, and let there be rain!”

A small trickle began as Key continued to command his part of nature, “Listen to her prayers, full of hope and pain as she stares down the road in the pouring rain.” It quickly picked up.

She should’ve been home by now or trying to get there more quickly, but instead she stood transfixed in the middle of the empty road. There was rain on the road. Rain on her face. Rain makes a road such a dangerous place.

He smiled to himself as the other player came near, “Let there be a car racing through the night where the road meets the sea. Let her wait where the road meets the sea. Let him spin where the road meets the sea. Let their fate begin~ in the...Raaaaaiiiinnnin!” He bellowed and thunder clapped.

Kibum was gone as soon as he came, leaving an unsupervised driver swerve when he saw big brown eyes and a red dress in the middle of the street. He quickly ran into a tree which Rosé made sure was unharmed in all of this.

I heard the screech of wheels and metal bending. Saw lights brighter than the moon and then nothing. I went to him and screamed at the top of my lungs.

“Help! Someone! Come quickly! A car has crashed!” I held him in my arms. “A boy is hurt! Help me, someone! Where is everyone?”

Not a soul was coming near. It was if we weren’t on the sandy beach at all, but somewhere else where only the two of us existed.

“Hello? Can you hear me?” I asked.

His skin is so pale, I think.

“Can you see me?”

His eyes opened for a moment. They were eyes from another world. Gray as the sky.

I spoke to whoever heard, “Oh, gods. Oh, gods, you saved my life for a reason. And now, I think I know why!”

A man’s voice made me jump, “He roared down the road like the devil himself…”

More people started to gather.

“Going too fast around the curves!” A thick woman added.

“Sent us scrambling off the road like chickens…”

“He has what he deserves!”

No, what? He didn’t deserve this! He was too kind.

A beautiful woman squaked, “Jeongyeon wants him…”

The man she was with finished, “And Jeongyeon will have him!”

“The boy is dying before our eyes!” one of the men before spoke up again.

“Help him!” Mom said.

“Hide him!” One of her friends said right after.

Appa interrupted, “Noooo! Don’t touch him! Better leave him where he lies. Even a wealthy man sometimes dies.”

How could he? I spoke up, “Please! He needs help!”

“If this boy dies in our hands, the rich will send police.” He stated.

“He needs care!”

Eomma agreed, “And if he lives, oh, how angry the gods will be!”

Everyone around me seemed to have the same idea, “The only thing that will save the boy’s life is to send him back to his world!”

I knew I was being stubborn, but I had to be, “The only thing that will save the boy’s life... is me!”

All the villagers stared in disbelief, finally silent and still even as rain covered us head to toe.

So I continued, “I have prayed to the gods and at last they’ve answered. They saved my life so that I could save his. My heart knows this.” My eyes looked at my father. “Please, Appa.”

He sighed, “I will find where he comes from.”

“Shindong! No!” Eomma Taeyeon held his arm tightly.

He nodded, “I will find who he is, and soon! But ’til I return, you care for him, (Y/N).”

And, after he bid his wife and daughter goodbye, Shindong set off down the road, toward the Black Mountains. The peasants carried the boy to the village, and laid him on my mat. And so my long vigil began…

One day gone by like it was nothing, just making sure he was dried off as much as possible with rain pelting the windows. And two days gone by without him opening his eyes at all. People would stop by just to whisper about the whole situation.

They would say things such as, “The boy has the will of the devil himself, clinging to life by one small thread.”

“If it hadn’t been for Julian’s daughter, he’d certainly be dead!”

Even when I was just doing the most simple of things to make sure he was being taken care of properly, they’d whisper and gossip as if they weren’t standing outside of my hut. As if I couldn’t hear them. I did, but I was too focused on trying to save this boy’s life to care about any of it.

It was two women chirping back and forth, “Look how she bathes him--”

“And touches and protects him.”

Two men were by their sides, “She binds his wounds and she rubs his chest—”

“It’s as if the girl’s possessed!”

My mother worried for me as I looked through every book and was alarmed by every cough, “You need food. You need sleep. You just can’t go on without any sleep.”

“Eomma, sssh!”

“Have some tea.” She offered.

I felt his arm, “His skin is hot.”

“Have a rest.” She had even set out another mat for me in the corner.

“He needs me here.”

I was tired of her trying to convince me away from him, so I went to yell at her but we ended up talking over each other, “Can’t you see how much this matters to me? I know what’s best!”

Eomma was shocked at my words, but that didn’t stop her from sticking around me as I tried a new healing techniques. Now the sky was growing dim and the clouds are racing by. The gods are looking down at a boy they meant to die and a girl who placed herself in their way… So they prayed.

Three days gone by and my stomach was still empty other than what slithered down when I chewed up herbs and leaves and turned them into a fine paste. And four days gone by without one wink of sleep. I don’t know if I even blinked when keeping my eye on him.

Two brothers and their sister came to watch me work today.

The oldest spoke first, “I fear for the girl and her mother, as well.”

“Nothing but trouble looms ahead.” Their sister agreed.

“Mister Shindong could be deep in danger.” The youngest spoke.

Their sister spoke again, “Arrested, lost or dead!”

~~~~~

In the forest on the edge of the mountains, Shindong held a lit lamp and looked around with worry in his heart. He paused for a second and got on his knees.

“Rosé, mother of the earth, guide the feet of this poor peasant man. Hear my prayer. Which way there...and which way home?”

~~~~~

I called to my mom, “I need herbs.”

“Your father gone--” She replied.

“Eomma, herbs!” I didn’t have time for her nagging.

My mother was upset, “And you don’t care. Oh, my god what has this boy done to you?”

I grabbed her hands, “Mam...sssh!” and went back to the boy. “He needs rest.”

“Your appa lost.”

“He needs care—”

She pointed in my direction, “Because of you.”

We spoke over each other once more, “Can’t you see that he’s in terrible danger? What must I do?”

Now the sky is turning dark, and the wind is turning chill. The gods are out for blood. They’ve been cheated of their kill by a girl without the sense to obey...so they prayed. They moved their feet together in order to ward off evil because once it got in it probably wouldn’t leave with just a single casualty.

Everytime death came near, I’d use water and flame. Herbs and prayer to keep him alive. I didn’t even know his name, but I went without sleeping for many days to have the hope of knowing it from his own lips. “Yeobo! Where is my yeobo! Bring my Shindong home!” Taeyeon wailed.

~~~~~

At that same time, Shindong had made it to the gates but was confronted by the gatekeepers. He begged for entry.

“You want what?” The keeper scoffed.

The chubby man replied, “I’ve come so far and I need--”

“Get back!”

“I have some news for Kim-nim--”

The guard warned again, “Get back!”

“Min Seonsaeng-nim has a--”

“Peasant pig!” He slapped the man for his insolence.

Now on the ground, Appa Shindong said, “Please, I beg!”

The guard was surprised, “You must be mad!”

“I must see Seonsaeng-nim--”

“Min Seonsaeng-nim?”

“I have come so far--” He tried to get up but was stopped by the barrel of a gun.

“So far to die!”

His eyes caught a missing poster with the image of the boy from the crash and pointed desperately, “I have found his son!”

That caught their attention and so the guard helped him up, a bit suspicious but he wasn’t the one with a life to lose if this man was lying.

~~~~~

Now the sky has turned to black and the wind is like a knife. Jeongyeon is coming back for the boy who clings to life and the girl will have the gods to repay…

They prayed with their whole bodies, “Jeongyeon, don’t come around me! Jeongyeon, don’t come around me! Jeongyeon, don’t come around me! Jeongyeon, don’t come around me!”

Some say it was the worst storm the Gods had ever sent. Peasants prayed that they’d live to see the morning, but what of (Y/N)?

What of me? Well, some say I had gone without sleep for so long that my mind wandered further into my dreams. I had no wind nor rain, only my beating heart of this pale dying boy.

I even sang to him as comfort, “Sure as a wave needs to be near the shore. You are the one I was intended for. Deep in your eyes, I saw the gods’ design. Now my life is forever yours.” I smiled. “And you are mine.”

I changed his bandages and sang, “I am a tree holding away the storm. Here in my arms, I’ll keep you safe and warm. Even the gods won’t dare to cross this line where my life is forever yours, and you are mine.”

“And you are mine,” came his voice from the doorway.

I knew he’d be ok because of me!

Our hearts sang together, “Mine…We’ll race away in a car as silver as the moon, and the storm will turn to sun on an island where the earth and sea are one. Sure as this night leads to a sky of blue. Sure as my heart led me to be with you.” He leaned his forehead on my own. “Surely the gods meant this to be a sign that my life is forever yours and you are--”

“Miiiiiine! MIIIINNEE!” It was, Jeongyeon. There was no mistaking it.

Where was my boy?

She stood above him and grinned the darkest grin I had ever seen, “Arrogant fool. Think you can hold back death?”

Death herself came before me, but I wouldn’t let her ruin this, “Stay away!” I was shaking but stood firm.

Jeongyeon shoved me back without even touching me, “This boy is mine. I am his dying breath!”

“I won’t let you have him!”

She laughed, “Sure as the grave, you must accept what is! Now his life is forever mine~”

It was if death was pulling his soul from out of his body. It raised with her motion. I had to do something! Something now!

“Take mine for his!” I blurted.

She looked at me with shock, “What?”

With more conviction, I repeated, “Take my life. My soul... for his.”

“I am the road leading to no return.” Jeongyeon warned.

“I’m not afraid.” I glared at her.

She returned it tenfold, “Secret of life nobody wants to learn…”

“I would die for him!” I said firmly.

“I am the car racing toward distant shores.”

My eyes were on him, not death, “Now his life is forever mine…”

Jeongyeon pulled my attention back and pulled my soul into her grasp as well, “Your life is forever mine…”

It was excruciatingly painful, but as soon as it was over, I looked back at the boy whose life I was saving, “And I am yours…”

Our fates were sealed. Death left humming to herself followed by a laugh like the cracking of bones.

The next day I realized I had finally gone to sleep after staying up to protect my boy. I don’t know how long but I awoke to pale muscles holding me as they took him away! They gave me to my worried parents as they took him to a truck and laid him in the back still on top of my mat!

“No, stop!” I called. “You can’t take him! Give him back!” My arms flailed and failed to reach his still unconscious form.

He was getting better! The Gods--why was he taken from me?

My father’s grip was firm, “Now the Gods are happy! He is there in his world and you are here in ours! Everything is as it should be (Y/N)!” he looked me dead in the eyes. “There can never be anything between a peasant and a Sacred Bone.”

“Appa, he needs me!” My gaze held strong. “Without me...he’ll die!”

“Let the Gods decide his fate!” My mother said. “What can a peasant like you do for someone like him but shine his shoes?!”

I went to her and held her hands, “His ancestors one loved a peasant girl.”

I had heard the villagers gossiping about his heritage all while I did my best to heal him. His family cursed to stay on this island while their hearts forever yearned for their homeland.

“This time a Sacred Bone will marry one. I know it!” I made eye contact with both my parents. The ones who raised me. “I am in his blood and he is in mine.”

Eomma Taeyeon’s face fell, crumbled, “Marry you?” She held my face in her hands. “You are mad. He will not marry you, (Y/N)!”

“I must go to him.” I said, not a shred of doubt in my heart.

I took Eomma’s hands from my face and backed away from her. How could they not believe me? It wasn’t as if it were some random thing! It was my hearts! It was the Gods! I loved him and we were meant to be together!

“I must go to him! His heart beats for me like a drum. The gods are dancing for me, Eomma!” I said. “Please, Eomma. Please, Appa.” I begged them with my whole heart. “Give me your blessing and let me go.”

They said nothing with their mouths, but spoke to one another with their eyes. I knew my answer! Why didn’t they know theirs?

Stubborn words came out of my mouth, “ I will go!”

My mom sighed and tucked her hair behind her ear, “What can I say to stop you now now that you’ve heard your drums and seen your dancers? Now that you think your heart has all the answers?”

Her eyes were filled with sorrow as she looked at me, “Who knows how high those mountains climb? Who knows how deep those rivers flow? Who knows how wrong a dream can go, (Y/N)?”

Appa Shindong gently touched my arm, “I won’t be there to guide your way…”

“To braid your hair or dry your tears…” Eomma added. “As we have done these many years, (Y/N). (Y/N)…”

My father had me sit, “What you are, we made you. What we gave, you took. Now you run without one backward look.”

Mother smoothed my hair, “You’ll find some other boy to save. Some other life that you can share. Your heart is young; new dreams are everywhere. Choose your dreams with care, (Y/N).”

“But I have chosen. And my dreams are there, down that road!” I stood and pointed out the window.

“You’re a child, (Y/N)!” Appa bellowed. “The road is hard and dangerous. The city is miles away. And even if you get there, even if you get to the Hotel Holly, you will never get through the gate!”

His voice was anger and confusion and heavy with pleading. Why was he so worried?

“I will get there, Appa. I will get through the gate. I’m not a child any longer!” I knew their words but felt so different about them. “What I am, you made me. What you gave, I owe. But if I look back, I’ll never go. Who knows how high those mountains climb?”

I gazed out the window, “Who knows how deep those rivers flow?” and then turned my attention back to them. “I know he’s there. That’s all I need to know…”

As they always did when things were rough, they hid their tears even though their aged faces showed everything they were feeling. I couldn’t just give up, though. He was my fate! Us being together was destiny. I didn’t argue with it, so why--

“Go and find your love.” Appa Shindong said.

Eomma nodded and placed her necklace around my neck, “Go and swim the sea.”

Together, they assured me, “You know where we’ll be…”

“Always there with me…” I nodded.

“(Y/N)…” they hugged me tightly.

So I set off into the world with everything looking so bright and new! It was scary...just a little bit. Ok, maybe a lot of bit. I had nowhere...no idea where I was going. But on this island, the earth sings as soon as the storm ends. And as my feet set out, I realized I was walking with old friends.

The birds...The trees...The frogs...And the breezes… That’s when I lost all my fear. I knew Rosé was near! She appeared out of nowhere and had a huge smile on her face.

“You’ve never been away from the sea, child. You’re gonna need a helping hand. A fish has got to learn to swim on land!” She motioned me towards her. “Walk with me, little girl. Don’t you be afraid. Follow me, little girl, let me be your guide. A pretty thing like you will need a thing or two”

She booped my nose and I giggled.

“And whatever you need. Mama will provide. Ohhhhh! Down the road, little girl, you may lose your way. All alone in a world that may seem too wide.”

The red haired goddess sat on an upturned boat and tapped her skirt to motion for me to place myself there, “But sit on mama’s lap, and I will draw a map, and whatever you need Mama will provide!”

She sat up and twirled me in all sorts of ways. It was as if the earth itself was speaking to me and bending to her will.

“I’ll provide you moss to soften the road! Rocks to sit on! Trees to sleep underneath! Sand, fun for your toes! Plantain to fill up your belly!” And the wind danced through my hair as she sang to me. “Breeze to fan your face! Grass for making your bed!”

I pointed at a blood sucking little fella that kept buzzing around me, “Mosquitoes?”

She laughed, “Ha!”

I tried to clap it between my hands, but it must’ve flown away as my hands were free of any squashed bug bits.

“Bugs will bite, little girl and the night will fall. All alone in the dark, you’ll be terrified. But you will make it through ‘cause I am liking you!” She spun me around once more. “And whatever you need Mama will provide!”

“Mama will provide…Mama will provide…Mama will provide…” The forest sang as my footsteps became more sure.

Rosé belted into my ear, “Oh…!” and giggled at my startled reaction. “Walk with me, little girl and I’ll take you far! ‘Round each bend, little friend, I’ll be by your side. That’s what Mama’s worth, to give her child the earth, and whatever you need, mama will…” She took a deep breath as the plants twirled and prepared themselves for another belting moment. “PROVIIIIIIIIIDDEEE!”

I embraced her and with a wave of Rosé’s fan, a clear path came before me. She motioned me on and off I went.

~~~~~~~

Some say...How you began your long journey toward the city! Some say your feet were bare and the road was long and cruel Some say you got a ride from a vendor and his mule. Some say the gods pulled up in a car and drove you all the way. Well, no one knows how the real truth goes, but that’s what some say!

Some might wonder how far did she travel. The answer is as far as they suppose. And how long did it take you? Much longer than their nose! And were you ever frightened or was your love too strong? And did you know she’d end up in a story and a song?

What happened when (Y/N) finally reached the city? Some say they laughed at you for your peasant feet were bare. Some say that vendor man gave you shoes too small to wear. Some say...the gods said, “Put on the shoes! It’s the price you have to pay!”

The shoes were tight, but you said, “Alright!”

Well, that's what some say! Some say that at last (still wearing her painful new city shoes) you arrived at the gates of the Hotel Holly. But the fierce guard saw you had nothing to sell to the tourists.

“STOP!” They yelled.

But you must have smiled your most beautiful smile. And Jimin must have touched the fierce guard on the shoulder, for he nodded and some say the gate swung open and you entered and went in search of your Yoongi. Some say you scrubbed the floors ‘til you learned where he was kept. Some say you climbed a vine to the window where he slept. While some say the gods just lifted you up and placed you where he lay.

Well, no one knows how the real truth goes. It all depends what you hear from friends. It’s no surprise, if it’s all just lies, but that’s what some say...

I waited until I saw him struggle to get into his bed with his crutches that I came to help him. His eyes opened wide as he put his hand up to stop me and he backed up, frightened.

“Why are you in here? It isn’t allowed!”

I spoke up, “Don’t you remember me? It’s (Y/N).”

“Get out before I call a guard.” He hissed.

My body moved on its own, closer to him, “You don’t remember me? I saved your life.”

He scuffed, “You saved my life? What are you talking about?”

Did he really not recall? But the Gods…

I stood back at the foot of his bed, “You don’t remember?”

Yoongi answered with a quick, “No.”

He eyed me as I swayed nervously. I had come all this way to be with him. I pressed on.

“I’m the one who found you crushed inside your car.” My words were gentle but firm. “I watched over you when you nearly died. I bathed you and gave you my mat to lie on.” It was nowhere to be found.

My dark brown hands smoothed his expensive white bed sheets as they recalled how they cared for his unconscious body for days on end. Still no recollection was to be found behind his coconut colored eyes illuminated by the bedside lamp.

So I approached him, “I have seen the scar on your chest. It’s like a half moon.” I cupped my hand to match its shape and placed it near his heart where I knew the scar was. “Here~”

Yoongi blinked, a pout on his lips but finally a memory breaking through, “So, it was you?”

I smiled and felt his head though he flinched at my touch, “Yes! You’re very ill. You burn like fire!”

“My leg won’t heal.” He motioned to his bandaged calf.

“The Gods sent me to make you well.”

“You think your peasant superstitions can do what doctors can’t?” He squinted his eyes. “You, little girl?”

I took on a semi-scolding tone, “I kept you alive in the face of death! Anyone in my village would tell you so, and I can heal you. Now.”

Was he really going to keep doubting someone sent by the Gods after defying one of them? His future wife?

“You should go home.” Yoongi said.

I knelt at the side of his bed, our hands only inches apart.

“But I came all the way to be with you! Let me stay.”

He stuck out his chin, “Oh? So you can tell me more stories?”

“I am telling the truth.” I said simply.

The black haired man scoffed, “A pretty thing--what--sent by the ‘gods’?”

I looked into his eyes, “Yes.”

Min Yoongi just stared at me, slightly taken aback by how serious I was. How could I not be serious when he doubted my very reality so? My people’s song came in on the wind. He seemed to have recalled something else. A puzzled look came across his face.

Another glance at me, “Alright then...What harm can it do?” He did a sloppy hand flourish towards his leg. “How me your powers. I’ll pretend to believe them.”

He looked at me as I sat now on the edge of his bed smiling at him.

“Who knows?” He raised an eyebrow. “Perhaps maybe the Gods did send me a gift after all.”

So I began to work on his ailing parts. I felt a presence but it didn’t interrupt, simply watched as I took care of my soulmate.

~~~~~~~

Jimin watched from the window, making sure he was known just enough but did not interfere. He wanted to help...move things along since you had worked so hard to get here. His song was like a spell nudging your hearts closer together.

“Ooh, ooh. The courage of a dreamer...The innocence of youth...The failures and the foolishness...That lead us to the truth.”

He smiled as he noticed how happy you were just to be near Yoongi.

“The hopes that make us happy. The hopes that don’t come true. And all the love there ever was: I see this all in you.” Because he believed that “You are part~Part of the human heart.”

Yes, the way you looked at him and took care of him. There was no doubt in Jimin’s mind that you were part of the human heart. You were part of all who took the journey.

“And managed to endure. The ones who knew such tenderness. The ones who felt so sure. The ones who came before you. The others yet to come, and those who you will teach it to.” His gaze reached to comfort Eomma Taeyeon and Appa Shindong. “And those you learned it from.”

The blonde beauty recognized the change in Yoongi’s eyes as he saw how you worked and got him to hold your hand to bring you closer to him. He continued to work his magic and almost giggled at how shocked you were.

“You are part~Part of the human heart. You are part...This is the gift I give through your love you’ll live forever...Forever~ Forever.”

Yoongi caressed your hair all the way down your cheek and to your chin. You couldn’t help but stare at his chin. Jimin made sure your love’s hand was firmly around your waist.

“You are part...Tonight~Tonight~Part of the human heart~~~~”

~~~~~

And he kissed me. I kissed him back of course. My heart was pounding inside my chest. I knew that he’d love me once he knew the truth, once he accepted it. I could hear the wedding bells already.

And the night became day. Still Yoongi kept the gentle (Y/N) beside him! The day became a week and still you slept in his room. After two weeks, the gossip began spreading through the walls of the Hotel Holly--even into the city--until everyone had heard that the ailing Min Yoongi had chosen a peasant as a lover. And little~by little~ you were “healing him”.

“Now, what can he want with a woman like her?” A man asked as he walked with a friend and two women.

“Blacker than coal and low as dirt!” The woman on his arm added.

Her friend agreed, “He could have the world but takes a peasant!”

The other man smacked his own head, “Perhaps his brain was hurt!”

Even the servants whispered, “Look how she holds him and touches and attends him. The boy believes she can make him well...and she has him in a spell.”

Yoongi had been laying with his head on my lap while I caressed his pale face. I tapped his shoulder so that he would stand. I did as well, fiddling with the locket Eomma had given me when I left the village.

“I have a gift for you.”

Yoongi grinned, “What is it?” tucking his shirt into his pants.

“A charm.” I kneeled on his bed and took it off. “If you wear it next to your heart, it will make you whole again.”

I clasped it around his neck and let my arms rest on his shoulders. He beamed at me with sunlight and affection in his gaze.

“You are my charm.” My love kissed my cheek. “Without you, I could never be whole again.”

“I will never leave you, Yoongi.”

Two women, overdressed for any occasion, commented on the relationship as well.

The one in green asked, “Now, what do you make of a peasant like her?”

“Putting on airs without a doubt!” Her friend in a lighter green replied.

A man passing by inserted himself in the conversation, “When the boy is well and does not need her—”

The two women joined him in completing his thought, “—How soon he’ll throw her out!”

Lifting his crutch off the ground, Yoongi spun in a circle, “Soon, I’ll be dancing again!”

I smiled and caught him before he fell and waited for his crutch to touch the floor once more, “And I’ll dance with you! But for now, walk slowly, Yoongi.”

A spark came alive in his eyes, “Then you must walk even more slowly~”

With a giggle, I asked, “Why?”

“So I can catch you!” He began to playfully chase me with a slight limp ang giggling, so I ran just fast enough to stay out of his grasp.

His father called out to him, “Yoongi-ah!” a paduk board in his grasp.

He stopped in his tracks, “Abeoji.”

His cold eyes glared at me, so I made my way back to my love’s room. Part of me was afraid Min Appa would hit me across the head with that board. The other guests turned their heads whenever I met their eyes. Nothing mattered as long as Yoongi love me, which he did.

“How long do you think you’ll be playing this game?” The older man asked.

His son shook his head, “This is no game!”

“Surely you can’t believe it’s real?” He scoffed.

Yoongi nodded, “I’m in love with (Y/N)!”

Min Abeoji replied sternly, “You are not the first to want a peasant. I, too, know their appeal...But you are my son. You’ll do what must be done no matter what you feel!”

He left his son with sadness in his heart. Yoongi began to go in the direction his love had gone while the guests snickered behind his back. The trio from earlier had seen everything but pretended like they had not by hiding behind fans and newspapers.

“I know what he sees in a peasant like her…” The man said coming from behind his paper.

“Probably makes him rise like yeast!” the light green clothed woman commented.

Servants continued to gossip, “Well, the girl may think she’s very clever. The boy may keep her here forever.”

However, sacred bone and servants alike agreed, “But I can tell you this: They’ll never stand before a priest!”

As Yoongi finished getting ready, I explained how our lives would be once we were a happily married couple. Every day with him would be happy because we were in love. We were together just as the Gods had willed. Just like we would be until we died.

“...and we’ll have a little house with pink walls and a blue roof. And a tree in a garden just like the one that used to shelter me as a child. Then you and I can lie under the shade of the tree~” I sprawled across the fine bedclothes.

My love Yoongi moved to sit, so I rolled on my side.

“And then our children will climb it.”

He stood with a start and looked at me. Maybe he hadn’t thought that far, but it would happen. We’d have children. I’d bear as many as he wanted.

“And it will be ours, forever.” I looked at him with wide and innocent eyes.

He gave me a sweet smirk and moved to a mirror to tie his cream colored bowtie. Yoongi began to talk about how he loved me. I folded my legs and kicked them out to lie on the bed once more.

=================

I, Min Yoongi, son of a well known sacred bone, making me a sacred bone as well, continued to get ready for tonight’s ball, “Some girls take hours to paint every perfect nail...Fragrant as flowers all powdered and prim and pale; but you are as wild as that wind-blown tree. As dark and as deep as the midnight sea. While they’re busy dressing, you lie here warm and bold~”

This girl who had shown up out of nowhere claiming to have healed my body

I said as I finished doing his tie and moving on to fixing my color and suspenders. “Some girls you picture. Some you hold.”

You looked at me him still in awe, innocence in your loving gaze. I thought about what my father said and continued, “Some girls take courses at all the best schools in France; riding their horses and learning their modern dance. They’re clever and cultured and worldly-wise, but you see the world through a child’s wide eyes.”

I used hair wax to make my black strands stay in place. “While their dreams are grand ones. You want what’s just in reach.” Jamie wanted so much. Everything material, expensive, wanted what her parents raised her to want.

My smile couldn’t be contained as I wiped my hands on a towel, “Some girls you learn from. Some you teach. You are not small talk or shiny cars or mirrors or French cologne.” I sprayed a bit on myself since it had become routine for me, and you didn’t seem to hate it.

“You are the river, the moon, the stars: You’re no one else I’ve known…”

You tilted your head to get me to tell you more.

I replied, “Some girls take pleasure in buying a fine trousseau. Counting each treasure and tying each tiny bow. They fold up their futures with perfumed hands while you face the future with no demands. Some girls expect things others think nothing of.”

Then I turned to look at the door knowing my fiancee was just down the hall, “Some girls you marry.” Because there was no other choice. My eyes met yours, “Some you love~”

I loved you. Ever since you came into my room telling stories that I still wasn’t sure were true, but I didn’t care because my heart wanted you. (Y/N) was my happiness. You could never betray me for riches because you didn’t want anything but me.

Beautiful light music filled the grand hall as Yoongi greeted guests who congratulated him on his upcoming wedding with Jamie but whispered about him once he was gone. Large crystal chandeliers lit up the dance floor and the candlelit tables were attended by servants in the hotel uniforms. Flower petals cascaded from the ceiling and onto the floor. Laughter echoed off the walls.

The Sacred Bones at the Hotel Holly, dancing to their own little tune. Waiting to see... (Y/N)!

Jamie in her golden dress approached her husband to be who was probably on the lookout for his mistress. Jamie had not the...pleasure of seeing her. Yoongi spent all his hours with her other than the times she was sleeping and he had to to talk to her about their upcoming wedding.

“Some girls are saying she’s simple as any child.” She said with her arms folded.

He sighed, “Please, Jamie…”

She didn’t stop talking about the rumors, “Barefoot and praying and running the halls quite wild!”

“Jamie…”

“And is she as pretty as we’ve all heard? Your own pretty...Well, what’s the word?”

They noticed all the heads turning to see a girl with a red hibiscus flower crown and an extravagant red dress to match. It was me. I approached Yoongi eagerly and relieved to see him looking at me, completely smitten with me.

“Yoongi~!” I slowed when I saw him beside another woman.

“So this is your (Y/N). How beautiful she is.” She looked at me.

My love introduced us, “(Y/N), this is Gongju-nim Jamie. Jamie, this is (Y/N).”

A woman I did not know bowed to me, “I’m so happy to meet you, my dear lady. I’ve heard you’re a healer and a dancer, as well. Won’t you dance for us now? Won’t you give us a show? Please, dear girl...Don’t say no.”

I looked at Yoongi who held my hands, “Don’t be afraid, (Y/N). Dance as you always do… Just for me.”

I stood in the center of the room and began the dance I had known since I was a child. My feet nearly came from under me since I was not accustomed to dancing with shoes on my feet. So I took them off, but the familiar looking servants refused to take them from me. Hiding their faces and moving away. Then a man approached and took the bejeweled slippers from me.

Then I returned to my spot and felt the eyes on my. Looking around, it seemed as though I held the attention of the whole room.

In a tune that felt like home, one of the serving woman sang, “We dance~”

As if by magic, the song came into my heart, “We dance~”

WE DANCE!

My feet began to move to the music played by dark faces. I had danced as I always did to a song that I hadn’t heard in what felt like years. My skirt fanned out around me with every spin, and I noticed the pale pink of a hotel maid twirling next to mine. She must’ve gotten permission from her bosses. Eventually emerald green flew in rhythm with the legs of tailored suits.

The island blood could be hidden with powders and creams but it pulsed nonetheless. Guests clapped and cheered along to the tune as our reet moved to the rapid drums. Even my Yoongi joined in for the last bit. I really had taught him well. All the air in my lungs had gone through my feet, so I was panting hard once the song ended. My love held my hands for a moment before I went to retrieve my shoes but was stopped by an important looking man.

=================

Jamie was upset as she pulled Yoongi to the side. Everyone was back in their places. Their roles...except (Y/N) and Jamie’s husband to be who had let this go on long enough.

“Well, it’s very clear. She’s in love with you. Yoongi, if you care, if you care at all, you must tell her.”

You came back to your Min Yoongi with a large dazzling smile on your face, “Yoongi! Oh, the Ambassador said I was beautiful!!”

=================

I was giddy and joyful after dancing in front of so many people and getting so many compliments afterwards. I forgot about my shoes and went to tell the man who loved me.

“Everyone is so happy that I’m here with you!”

Something was off.

“What is it?” I searched Jamie’s and Yoongi’s faces for an answer.

She waited for him to speak, but was the one to talk when he didn’t. Jamie held my hands with affectionate concern.

Jamie, with her dazzling gold crown to match her dress spoke firmly, “My dear dear girl, I have something to say. Something I fear was left unsaid. Many thanks for all you’ve given Yoongi, but do not be misled. My dear Mademoiselle, you dance so very well. I pray you’ll dance for Yoongi and for me when we are wed…” She let go at my shocked expression. “(Y/N), Yoongi and I…”

She looked at me and at him. Wed? Her? Jamie was to wed my...my Yoongi? I felt my heart sink.

He tried to explain, “Jamie and I have been promised to each other since we were children. This is how things are done, (Y/N). It’s expected.”

I wanted to cry, “Yoongi-ah, please…?”

“There will always be a place for you here…”

Jamie decided it was best to give us space and left to talk with guests.

But our dream. “We'll race away in a car—”

“I can’t change who I am or where I’m from.”

“— As silver as the moon…”

Yoongi shook his head, “I wish it could be so.”

“We will live beside the sea. We’ll have children, a garden, and a tree…” I held him tightly.

He held me away from him, “I thought you understood. We could never marry.”

We could...never? Yoongi took off the necklace I had given him and placed it in my hands. Then he went back to the main room to continue being a part of the party. I was on the balcony, alone with my broken heart.

I called out to the gods once again with my whole heart, “Oh, gods. Oh, gods, Are you there? Are you there...?”

All the whispers from before and even after travelling to be with him swarmed in my head. “Blacker than coal and low as dirt.”

“What has that boy done to you?”

“I know what he sees in a woman like that!”

“Look how she bathes him and touches and protects him.”

“She’s going to have the gods to repay.”

“The gods to repay.”

“The gods to repay!”

“The Gods to repay!!”

The Gods to repay!

Jeongyeon appeared before me and everything went dead silent. She smirked at my current state of weakness. It’s as if the rattle of a snake was inside of me as Death slithered closer to me.

“There were promises made in the darkness; promises made in your sleep; promises the gods demand you keep!” She darted at me but I moved out of the way, “You gave him love. Love he would soon betray!”

“Stay away!”

“You gave him life. I am the price you’ll pay!”

“Sure as the grave. You must accept what is...Now your life is forever mine…” Death held a knife to my throat.

I didn’t want to die! “Please, DON’T!!!”

“Trade yours for his...” Jeongyeon said, removing the knife from my throat.

“W-What?”

“You saved him. You loved him. And he betrayed you. Why should you die for him now?” “Kill him, (Y/N). Kill the love~ you feel for him. Prove that death is stronger than love and you can have your own life again. Just as if you had never loved at all.” She handed me the blade.

Death pulled him closer to me, “I am the road leading to no return…”

A song that I had heard before was sung between her words, but it was so quiet in comparison, “The courage of a dreamer…”

“Secret of life finally his to learn...”

“You are part…”

I had to choose. I could kill him. Easily. He wasn’t even looking. No one noticed the dagger in my hand as I approached him from behind. Things could go back to normal. I’d return to my own life just as Jeongyeon had promised. Just as if I had never loved at all.

“I am the car racing toward distant shores…”

I’d be able to step get rid of the pain step that HE caused! Step

“Part of the human heart…”

He was right there. Yoongi hadn’t noticed me yet. I had to do it now.

“Now his life is forever mine…”

I raised the knife to sink between his shoulder blades.

And I dropped it, “I can’t!”

People gasped and Yoongi turned with wide eyes to see me kneeling on the floor with tears streaming down my face. He stared at the knife. No matter how much he had hurt me by keeping the truth about his marriage a secret…

“Yoongi...I love you.”

He shook his head, “You tried to kill me!”

~~~~~~~~

And so you were cast out of the Hotel Holly, your dress and chest being thrown into the sandy dirt. The gates slammed shut behind you.

Your eyes saw a couple on the other side you called out to them, “I am Miss (Y/N). I am the Mistress of Min Yoongi!”

If that was the only thing you could be to him, then you’d wear the title. As long as you could be near him. The couple ignored you. A man passed by who recognized you.

He held your hand through the iron bars as you said, “I was the one who danced at the ball!”

You wore a beautiful (and clean) dress.

“The people applauded! All eyes were on me!!!!”

He ran off at your outburst. Another Sacred Bone came passed.

“The Gods sent me! They sent me be with him!”

And another.

“Yoongi needs me! He loves me!”

It was his father who scoffed.

“Without me, he’ll die!” You spouted old phrases, ones you had used to get here in the first place.

It was still the truth still! Right? Even though you had healed him. Almost tried to kill him by literally stabbing him in the back.

“Surely...surely there has been a terrible mistake.” You said to yourself as the sun started to tint the sky pink. “He must be wondering where I am.”

Fruitlessly, you called to the couple you saw before as they were now returning to the hotel.

“Tell him...tell him I am here. Tell him (Y/N) is waiting for him at the gate!”

And so you did. For two weeks you did wait at the gate. Not sleeping. Not eating. Only waiting. Only watching as the grounds were made even more beautiful in preparation for the wedding. Even as Yoongi as Jamie were getting married.

As superstition dictated, they came to the gates of the Hotel to throw coins to the peasants thus assuring that their own fortunes would multiply. He was there with her dressed in white. You tried reaching out and waving to him, but he did not see.

Until you called his name, throat dry from having no water for a while, “Yoongi!”

His eyes finally met yours as Jamie walked away. Yoongi approached you and held your hands. Through the gate, he gave you coins since you had none. You hadn’t tried to get any. There was forgiveness in his eyes. He still loved you? But you didn’t want coins. You wanted him! Your beautiful love kissed the tops of both your hands.

“Yoongi~?” Jamie called from a distance, not knowing when he left her side.

He gave you one more look and then went back to his wife. You let the gold coin fall, heart completely broken. You laid on the ground and died. Your mother finding you too late. She had come just to try and pay you a visit.

Eomma Taeyong held your body and mourned, “Oh, (Y/N). Oh, (Y/N). You will always be a part of us. Oh, (Y/N).”

Your father and the towns people took your body home as your soul rose out of it. Everyone mourned the loss of the girl with big dreams. Who they had raised. Who they had loved and still did to be honest.

“You will always be a part of us. Oh, (Y/N)…Oooh…” They hummed as they set you down and buried your body.

And the gods began to cry tears of compassion for the orphan (Y/N) who proved that love could withstand the storm and cross the earth and survive even in the face of death. Jimin took you by the hand and led you to the sea where Key wrapped you in a wave and laid you to your rest. Jeongyeon was gentle as she carried you to shore, and Rosé accepted you and held you to her breast.

And then, the gods blessed you, and transformed you into…A tree!

A tree that sprang up and cracked the walls of the Hotel Holly, so that its gates could never close again. A tree that lived forever, sheltering peasants and Sacred Bone alike. A tree that watched over Yoongi for his lifetime...in which his children played.

And one day, as Yoongi’s young son sat in the shade of the tree, he noticed a beautiful young peasant girl high in its branches, looking out at the world. And the spirit of (Y/N) touched their hearts and set them free...to love!

People sang about your legacy.

A man with strong arms touched the tree to feel your spirit, “And she stands against the lightning and the thunder. And she shelters and protects us from above.”

“And she fills us with the power and the wonder.” Said a Sacred Bone who had come to visit.

“Of her love…” Yoongi’s son with a bunny smile commented while holding his crush’s hand.

And this is why we tell the story. Why we tell the story. Why we tell the story.

Eomma Taeyeon touched the tree, “If you listen very hard you’ll hear her call us…”

“To come share with her our laughter and our tears.” Appa Shindong put his arm around her.

And as mysteries and miracles befall us through the years, we tell the story! We tell the story!

“Life is why we tell the story!” Rosé said.

“Pain is why we tell the story!” Jeongyeon added holding her hand.

“Love is why we tell the story!” Jimin claimed.

“Grief is why we tell the story!” Key suggested while messing up Jimin’s hair.

A villager with a pink tank top agreed, but also said, “Hope is why we tell the story!”

Another with wide hips added, “Faith is why we tell the story!”

Then everyone looked at the little girl, “You are whyyyyyy Why we tell the story. Why-y we tell the story~Why we tell the story. Why-y we tell the story!” While dancing a new dance. Jimin tapped the little girl’s nose, “So I hope that you will tell this tale tomorrow. It will help your heart remember and relive.”

Eomma Taeyeon grinned, “It will help you feel the anger and the sorrow…” and turned the girl towards the tree.

Where you floated down from the branches, “And forgive…”

You kissed her forehead and pet her head while everyone including you sand, “For out of what we live and we believe, our lives become the stories that we weave.”

Everyone got around the girl who began to speak and you returned to your tree, “There is an island where rivers run deep... Where the sea sparkling in the sun earns it the name ‘Jewel of the Antilles’ An island where the poorest of peasants labor... And the wealthiest of Sacred Bone play. And on this island, we tell the story!”

We told the story~

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how do people deal with their impending death?

do they seek the hope of rebirth in the True illumination of the Son?

do you know that we as children of Light have become Heaven’s poetry?

A line from Today’s reading of the ancient Scriptures from the 2nd chapter of the Letter of Ephesians:

“For we are the product of His hand, heaven’s poetry etched on lives, created in the Anointed, Jesus, to accomplish the good works God arranged long ago.”

(verse 10 in The Voice)

with the whole chapter here in The Passion Translation:

[God’s Power Raised Us from the Dead]

And his fullness fills you, even though you were once like corpses, dead in your sins and offenses. It wasn’t that long ago that you lived in the religion, customs, and values of this world, obeying the dark ruler of the earthly realm who fills the atmosphere with his authority, and works diligently in the hearts of those who are disobedient to the truth of God. The corruption that was in us from birth was expressed through the deeds and desires of our self-life. We lived by whatever natural cravings and thoughts our minds dictated, living as rebellious children subject to God’s wrath like everyone else.

But God still loved us with such great love. He is so rich in compassion and mercy. Even when we were dead and doomed in our many sins, he united us into the very life of Christ and saved us by his wonderful grace! He raised us up with Christ the exalted One, and we ascended with him into the glorious perfection and authority of the heavenly realm, for we are now co-seated as one with Christ!

Throughout the coming ages we will be the visible display of the infinite riches of his grace and kindness, which was showered upon us in Jesus Christ. For by grace you have been saved by faith. Nothing you did could ever earn this salvation, for it was the love gift from God that brought us to Christ! So no one will ever be able to boast, for salvation is never a reward for good works or human striving.

We have become his poetry, a re-created people that will fulfill the destiny he has given each of us, for we are joined to Jesus, the Anointed One. Even before we were born, God planned in advance our destiny and the good works we would do to fulfill it!

[A New Humanity]

So don’t forget that you were not born as Jews and were uncircumcised (circumcision itself is just a work of man’s hands); you had none of the Jewish covenants and laws; you were foreigners to Israel’s incredible heritage; you were without the covenants and prophetic promises of the Messiah, the promised hope, and without God.

Yet look at you now! Everything is new! Although you were once distant and far away from God, now you have been brought delightfully close to him through the sacred blood of Jesus—you have actually been united to Christ!

Our reconciling “Peace” is Jesus! He has made Jew and non-Jew one in Christ. By dying as our sacrifice, he has broken down every wall of prejudice that separated us and has now made us equal through our union with Christ. Ethnic hatred has been dissolved by the crucifixion of his precious body on the cross. The legal code that stood condemning every one of us has now been repealed by his command. His triune essence has made peace between us by starting over—forming one new race of humanity, Jews and non-Jews fused together in himself!

Two have now become one, and we live restored to God and reconciled in the body of Christ. Through his crucifixion, hatred died. For the Messiah has come to preach this sweet message of peace to you, the ones who were distant, and to those who are near. And now, because we are united to Christ, we both have equal and direct access in the realm of the Holy Spirit to come before the Father!

So, you are not foreigners or guests, but rather you are the children of the city of the holy ones, with all the rights as family members of the household of God. You are rising like the perfectly fitted stones of the temple; and your lives have been built up together upon the foundation laid by the apostles and prophets, and best of all, you are connected to the Head Cornerstone of the building, the Anointed One, Jesus Christ himself!

This entire building is under construction and is continually growing under his supervision until it rises up completed as the holy temple of the Lord himself. This means that God is transforming each one of you into the Holy of Holies, his dwelling place, through the power of the Holy Spirit living in you!

The Letter of Ephesians, Chapter 2 (The Passion Translation)

Today’s paired chapter of the Testaments is the 6th chapter of the book of Jeremiah that gives warning due to injustice and lies:

Eternal One (to His people): Run away, people of Benjamin,

and take refuge anywhere but Jerusalem.

You’re not safe inside those walls.

From the village of Tekoa, blow the trumpet, sound the alarm.

Light the warning fires above Beth-haccerem across the land.

For evil peers down; a dark army of destruction is gathering in the north.

I will destroy Jerusalem,

beautiful and delicate daughter of Zion.

As shepherds come and surround her with flocks of hungry sheep,

so their enemies will gather their troops around you, set up camp,

And feed off your land as they see fit.

“Get ready for the battle,” they cry.

“Come on, let’s attack. It’s already noon!

But look, the day is half over—

the shadows are growing longer.

So arise, let us launch our attack at night.

The palaces will fall in the darkness!”

This is what the Eternal, Commander of heavenly armies, decrees.

Eternal One: Cut down her trees—make battering rams and siege ramps—

for Jerusalem will soon be under attack.

Swarm over those walls, you invading hoards,

and punish My Jerusalem, the city of oppression.

Like fresh water from a well,

fresh wickedness flows from deep inside of her.

Sounds of cruelty and destruction rumble through this city;

her wounds are always before Me.

Take Me seriously, O Jerusalem; this warning is for you!

Listen to My words and turn away from evil

Or I will turn away from you in disgust.

I will turn you into a land so barren that no one would dare to live there.

This is what the Eternal, Commander of heavenly armies, decrees:

Eternal One: The enemy will pass over the remnant of Israel again and glean what is left,

like the worker who checks the vine again for any missed grapes.

To whom should I speak and give this warning?

Who will listen to what I say?

Their ears are closed; they cannot hear. They’re deaf to anything about God.

The Eternal’s word is offensive to them. They take no delight in it.

But I am welling up with His anger.

I’m too tired to try to hold it in any longer.

Eternal One: Pour it out on children playing in the streets,

on young men meeting together.

Husbands and wives, old and even the very old—

let each of them know they will be taken.

Their homes will be seized and lived in by others;

so, too, will their fields and wives be taken from them and given to others when I reach out against the people of this land.

Greed has corrupted this culture, from the least to the greatest:

all are tainted with this lust for what they don’t deserve.

The prophets and priests are no better.

Their lives reek with deceit.

To heal the brokenness of My people,

they offer superficial words.

They say, “Peace, peace,” as if all is well.

But there is no peace.

Do they feel any shame for their disgraceful deeds?

Absolutely not. My very own have forgotten how to blush.

And so it is that they will fall among the fallen and be defeated;

when the time comes, they will stumble beneath the weight of My punishment;

They will know soon enough what they have done.

This is what the Eternal decrees:

Eternal One (to the people): Stand at the crossing, and consider the ancient path,

for it is good and it leads to Me.

Walk on this path, and you will find rest for your souls.

But they have said, “We will not walk upon this road.”

Even then I sent watchmen to warn you of what is to come.

“Listen for the blaring of the trumpet,” I warned.

But the people did not listen.

They said, “We will not pay attention.”

Now listen to Me, nations of the earth.

Learn, O congregation, what is about to happen to My people.

Listen, O Earth, for I am bringing this disaster upon Judah.

This is the fruit of their own scheming.

For My people would not listen to My instructions;

They have rejected My guidance—My law—to go their own way.

Eternal One: What use do I have of your expensive incense from Sheba

or the fragrant reeds you offer Me from a faraway land?

I will not accept your burnt offerings;

the aroma of these empty sacrifices does not please Me.

And so I, the Eternal One, will place stumbling blocks on your path of rebellion.

You will stumble indeed, fathers and sons alike.

Neighbors and friends will be wiped out.

Look in the distance, and you will see an army

marching toward you out of the north.

A nation whose size and might you can’t imagine

is now awakening and coming from the remote parts of the earth.

They are armed with bows and spears.

Their hearts are cruel and will show you no mercy.

The sound of their massive army,

riding in on their horses, is like the sound of an angry sea;

They are ready for battle, marching in formation,

coming to destroy you, O Jerusalem, daughter of Zion.

We heard the news, and our strength vanished—anguish and fear grip us.

We twist in pain like a woman giving birth.

Do not go into the field alone.

Do not walk the streets, for our enemy is armed and approaching fast.

Terror is everywhere we turn.

You who are my people, weep with me for it is time.

Put on sackcloth and roll in ashes.

Cry as you would for the loss of an only child.

The time for bitter tears has come.

The destroyer is descending upon us quickly,

and the days of sadness will soon begin.

Eternal One (to Jeremiah): Put My people to the test.

Examine their ways as a refiner tests the ore’s purity.

They are all stubborn rebels,

lying to each other and to Me.

They are nothing more than bronze and iron—

lesser metals, corrupt and common.

The refining fire has blazed fiercely, My prophet;

the lead is burned away in the fire.

But it’s no use. Though the refining fire burns hot,

their wickedness cannot be removed.

Now I, the Eternal, reject them as impure—

“rejected silver” is what they will be called.

The Book of Jeremiah, Chapter 6 (The Voice)

A link to my personal reading of the Scriptures for Thursday, August 19 of 2021 with a paired chapter from each Testament of the Bible along with Today’s Proverbs and Psalms

A post by John Parsons about examining ourselves as we are refined like gold is refined:

The Apostle Paul said we were to both “test ourselves” with regard to the intellectual content of our faith and also to “prove ourselves” with regard to the veracity of our spiritual life: "Put yourselves to the test (ἑαυτοὺς πειράζετε) to see if you are in the faith; prove yourselves (ἑαυτοὺς δοκιμάζετε) to see whether Yeshua the Messiah lives within you - lest you fail the test and be disapproved (ἀδόκιμος)" (1 Cor. 13:5). Notice that the verb "to prove" (i.e., dokimadzo: δοκιμάζω) means to test something by fire (like a precious metal) to discover its quality and purity. The analogy here is straightforward. The quality of our faith will be revealed during times of testing and hard circumstance. Do we walk in love, joy, and peace - despite the testing of this life? If our faith regularly fails in the crucible of testing, we may need to reexamine its authenticity (Prov. 24:10).

A proven faith is one that evidences the Fruit of the Holy Spirit, though other characteristics include an abhorrence for personal sin and the desire to obtain God’s forgiveness; a hunger and thirst for God’s righteousness to be manifest; a sincere willingness to obey the LORD and keep His commandments, and a heartfelt love for God and others. These characteristics mark genuine teshuvah (“repentance”), that is, a turning away from inner darkness to the light of the Divine Presence. Teshuvah is a miracle that transforms the person so that the inner life is restructured and made into a new creation by means of God’s grace (2 Cor. 5:17). Spiritual rebirth implies a new heart with a new set of affections: “I am crucified with Messiah; it is no longer I who live, but Messiah who lives in me. And the life I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me” (Gal. 2:20).

The Jewish view of truth is inherently existential - how you live reveals what you believe, and vice-versa. The truth must be lived in order to be real. We are to be "doers" of the Word, and not hearers only, since faith without works is dead and leads to self-deception (lit., "reasoning around" the truth, i.e., παραλογίζομαι, from παρά, "around, beside" and λογίζομαι, "to reason"). Only those who follow through and live out their faith will be blessed in their actions (James 1:22, 25). This mirrors Yeshua's statement, "If you know these things, blessed are you if you do them" (John 13:17).

Reb Lev said, ‘A tzaddik is one who lives Torah, not one who preaches it. Your actions, not your words! You have to be Torah: your habits, your motions, even your silences - are what count...”

There remains the frightening possibility that the soul - even the soul that professes faith in the Messiah - may fail the test of genuine faith and be rejected (i.e., adokimos: ἀδόκιμος, "tested and found useless"). A person who merely professes love for God with his lips but whose heart is far from Him will eventually hear the verdict of truth, which ratifies the inner life of the soul: “Depart from Me, I never knew you...” This is the like-for-like principle of faith, the reciprocity of the inner life of the soul. Our faith in Messiah must be unalloyed - pure, without compromise in its composition and character. May God help each of us...

Should we live in fear of ourselves? After all, “the heart is deceptive above all things and desperately wicked” (Jer. 17:9), and it is woefully easy to fool ourselves regarding our sins (1 Cor. 8:2; Gal. 6:3; James 1:26). Well on the one hand we should indeed be afraid of our own sinful tendencies and abhor the sin in our lives, but on the other we must practice hope in God and trust in his healing and deliverance. Moreover, we can experience freedom from dread by receiving the joy that comes from the assurance that we are accepted in the Beloved. God has not given us a spirit of slavery to fall back into fear; and there is no fear in His love (Rom. 8:15; 2 Tim. 1:7; 1 John 4:18). Of course we all will fail the test apart from the grace and love of God, and no one can be approved by means of the unaided will. We all need a miracle from God to love Him in the truth and to pass the test -- but God is the One who performs miracles for us. The LORD is Adonai Nissi (יהוה נִסִּי), the God of my miracle...

There is a price to be paid for the miracle of God being manifest in our lives. The message of the cross means confessing the truth about who we are and how we have failed the test of faith. Yeshua does not appeal to the self-righteous ones to come for healing, but rather to the sin-sick and weary (Mark 2:17). The LORD wants us to be honest with ourselves, as it says: “"Behold, You delight in truth in the inward being, and you teach me wisdom in the secret heart" (Psalm 51:6).

The Tenth Commandment says, "do not covet" anything that belongs to your neighbor (Deut. 5:21), though the Hebrew does not simply say "do not desire" (i.e., לא תְאַוֶּה) but rather "do not bring yourself into a state of desire" (i.e., לא תִתְאַוֶּה), the verb in this case (אָוַה) being "hitpael" (reflexive), that is, expressing the relationship within yourself to the truth of God. As Soren Kierkegaard once said, the "self" expresses a relation with itself, and the "how" of that relation determines what sort of self we are... God does not command us like someone might train a dog; he instructs us to awaken to what we are doing, to take responsibility for our lives, and not to yield our hearts to envy, despair, and sorrow.

The unexamined life -- especially as a follower of Yeshua -- is not worth living, and the practice of suppressing the truth about our sinful condition can lead to self-deception and even death (1 Cor. 11:30). "If we say we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and the truth is not in us; if we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness" (1 John 1:7-8). “Therefore, confess (ἐξομολογέω, lit. 'confess out') your sins to one another and pray (εὔχομαι) for one another, that you may be healed. The prayer of a righteous person (tzaddik) works great power” (James 5:16). [Hebrew for Christians]

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and another about returning the heart to Love:

Part of the meaning of teshuvah (i.e., “repentance”), at least for some of us, is learning to trust and believe in love.... If you were abandoned as a child, for instance, you were deprived of the security, nurture, and basic human connection you needed to partake in love. Instead of acquiring a sense of belonging and acceptance your soul desperately needed, you inherited a sense of shame that taught that you were inherently unlovable and unworthy. Consequently, as you grew up, you may have found it difficult to trust or ask others for help; you might have turned inward, relying only on yourself, protecting yourself from further pain. You may have became lonely, filled with sadness, anger, and fear. Ironically and tragically, as you protected yourself from abandonment you made your heart hard and numb, and that led to the abandonment of yourself....

There are providential miracles... Healing can come when we turn again to ourselves - unconditionally accepting ourselves despite the pain of our past - and open our hearts to be loved. It was when he "came to himself" that the prodigal made the decision to go back to his father (Luke 15:17). Therefore the Spirit of God calls out to the bereft: "Return to your heart and know" (Deut. 4:29). This is possible only if we are willing to turn to God for the grace we need to be made whole. It is by turning to God (i.e., teshuvah) that we find ourselves to be beloved and made whole. Believing in God's love for us enables us to truly love ourselves, and from that connection, we can move out to love others as well.

O friend of forsaken hope, savor the phrase, "Know therefore today and return to your heart..." It the heart that is the place of connection with God... As Yeshua said, "Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and eat with him, and he with me" (Rev. 3:20). Today may you find courage to "return to your heart" and receive again God's love for your soul... Amen. [Hebrew for Christians]

followed by a post about making amends with others:

In our Torah reading for this week, parashat Ki Teitzei, we read: “Do not ignore the loss of your brother... you shall restore it to him” (Deut. 22:1-3). This indicates that we have a moral duty to return lost items to others, and on a spiritual level that includes restoring honor and dignity to those who have lost sight of their value in the eyes of God... For even greater reason we must make restitution to those whom we have harmed. Making amends is part of the teshuvah process, after all. We hurt ourselves when we hurt others, and we hurt others when we hurt ourselves. The way out of *that* circle is through making amends. As Yeshua taught: “If you are offering your gift at the altar and there remember that your brother has something against you, leave your gift there before the altar and go. First be reconciled to your brother, and then come and offer your gift” (Matt. 5:22-23). “Therefore, confess your sins to one another and pray for one another, that you may be healed. The prayer of a righteous person works great power” (James 5:16). Ultimately, confession of the truth is not optional for anyone.

Indeed, regarding the duty to restore what is lost to our brother mentioned above, the Torah adds, “and you are not to ignore it,” which literally reads, “you are unable to hide it” (לא תוּכַל לְהִתְעַלֵּם). Rabbi Abraham Twerski notes that the Torah is not giving us a command as much as stating a fact: You are unable to hide from a wrongful act. In other words, the problem with “getting away with it” is that you get away with it, that is, you take it with you. Such self-deception sears your conscience, makes you numb inside, and deadens the heart. Making amends to others is life-giving, helping you let go of what you’ve done wrong to restore inner peace. We must be vigilant not to let our hearts die because of either shame or rationalization. May the LORD help us walk in the Spirit of Truth. [Hebrew for Christians]

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Today’s message (Days of Praise) from the Institute for Creation Research

August 19, 2021

Jeremiah and Inspiration

“Then I said, I will not make mention of him, nor speak any more in his name. But his word was in mine heart as a burning fire shut up in my bones, and I was weary with forbearing, and I could not stay.” (Jeremiah 20:9)

Contained within the books of the Old Testament are nearly three thousand claims to its precise trustworthiness. Over and over again, the various authors claim to be communicating the very words of God.

A number of such claims were recorded by Jeremiah in his book. As we see in our text, Jeremiah was somewhat discouraged with the lack of response to his ministry. But, just as he decided to refrain from passing on God’s Word to the people, he felt an inner burning, recognizing that these words were much too important to ignore. These words had come from God Himself!

On other occasions, he heard the words of God directly and was commanded to pass them on with precision. “Thus saith the LORD; Stand in the court of the LORD’s house, and speak unto all the cities of Judah, which come to worship in the LORD’s house, all the words that I command thee to speak unto them; diminish not [literally ‘to shave,’ or ‘to lessen in effect’] a word” (Jeremiah 26:2). This straightforward teaching of verbal inspiration is applied to the written accounts, as well: “The word that came to Jeremiah from the LORD, saying, Thus speaketh the LORD God of Israel, saying, Write thee all the words that I have spoken unto thee in a book” (Jeremiah 30:1-2).

This book, which throughout contains such strong condemnation of falsehood, and which was written over a period of more than two thousand years by numerous authors, yet without any contradiction between these writers, surely is the Word of the eternal, holy God. It is the information our Creator knows we need. JDM

A tweet by illumiNations about sacred work:

@IlluminationsBT: A clear, accurate, natural rendering of the New Testament takes about 7 years -- a full Bible, about 16 years.

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