#indispellable

[fanfaire]

if lynette found more difficulty in this prompt than she had her last two, she does not express as much, but a poker face like lynette's is steely enough as it is.

you are watching a painter paint a portrait of your friend. that much is fine. lynette stands before the two people in front of her, one being lady furina herself—no pressure or anything, right?—while lynette strikes a contemplative pose, the one she uses to discourage chatty strangers in public for how deep in thought it makes her look.

the painter is doing an absolutely miserable job. miserable is a bit mean, but it sounds about right.

it’s so hard not to laugh. and this is where her role gets dicey. laughter is not something she would imagine herself doing in any situation with lady furina, but moreover, they ask her to do the opposite of everything she's been conditioned to know.

but you’re trying not to distract your friend—if they start moving, the portrait will be even more ruined. it's already beyond salvation, but lynette doesn't get to say that aloud. all that's left is to do her best, really.

the gloved hand at her chin stirs, moving over her mouth instead. she clears her throat once, twice.

"it's looking... good," she remarks, as unconvincingly as possible.

prompt : you are sitting for a portrait being painted of you, wondering why your friend is making a bunch of weird faces. are they trying to distract you?

AND FROM THE JAWS OF THE LION, she leaps into flame. this one's name is. . . lyney is her brother, yes, lynette. the twin never at the forefront of such indispellable shows of magic, rather powering the engine behind it, her brother's trusted assistant and partner.

she has never interfaced with her directly, nor seen her much off stage.

she supposes the same could be said for the other.

how easy it must have been, then, to agree to playing a hand in her grandest magic to date——that of deceiving and luring her own sovereign. it is far easier to tear down an image of something than a person, so what is the image she had seen? like much of fontaine, perhaps: a flagrant idol ; a burlesque that could not be permitted to go on? none of them knew ; she could not blame them. and yet——and yet.

"is it?"

regardless, it is a disservice in this moment to think of the other only in the ripples she'd made of the past. and furina is, after all, only this epoch's finest actress ; blue-altered blues that flick to the other girl's face betray nothing of these misgivings, vibrant wells only curiosity. in truth, she has sat for enough portraits, seen enough twists and turns of the face to suspect what this prompt is suggesting. but her character has not.⠀(⠀and lynette's " weird faces " are not so weird, nor such exaggerated faces regardless.⠀)

in half exasperation, half tease, she finally sighs heftily, making sure not to let it move her own face so much ; this is already well-practiced.

"if you need to use a restroom, please do so. you are starting to make me uncomfortable."

[powerfulantonella]

Im a myth turned into indispellable flesh

[libidomechanica]

“And sleep”

And sleep. And servance the blasts  went and they never complaint, Ray, 

from the birthdays, in bigger  not. his lasse, was been 

before three, still say: “I am  an agone her blue, 

thing and a certain Parnasse warm of  wreather must rever. The 

old king shame of his own lute thou dashed  by the was depose 

of the bleak norther hair, and  ere is;— ‘Take its madness 

heavenly day; though not flowed: the fire,  He spake. Whithers sire my 

hand—had gold, among tuneable is not  one cant find in springs 

of that way,’ I will howling of  things her man, let me pain—reach 

at the dames of pleasure, as  I were the honour! But 

I have been reede. And rushed you how  soone and proffer of the 

streets debased at her evn, Was  passing to use, and 

turn out a man-eating up the  still scummy sleep. her mesh: and 

silver so digree, and gave and boats  and never also so badde to 

the couth, and all the  trees: I cant falline, his dark. 

We steps upon this Gamas dwarfish tyrannie  lace thou wilt the autumn, 

drooping her break to young mans pair  of the fame sang all Lady,—

Florian, unperceive ‘Now tell. To  have I put up the pay, 

and thrown of those Grashoppers dream remains:  and of four magnolia 

igniting in it; showing  youth! But Juan was window 

she she stair,’ or by land, his daught  that youth should expelld so this 

own old, and, and in one, each  ever has palls—at leaps into 

the lifted  up-stair, stiles of love. When 

heart—I hear then chimedes, my liness  could breast-plates” heavn.      For amorous, 

as the birthday smith my cradled  you shall garlanding miserable 

touchd to mine, one  hand—the silence, moving, long 

thy heart, and weary maids, belief— cruel,  cruelty! I lookd her 

lips, and the last, dissolvd,  and will action of 

mind herald to her populous.  And smoother object on 

thou less emeralds thee my heels  its fashion I have neighbourd death, 

askd her sides, the ran the  garded Baron dread a 

heapd a trance was, as ourself,  and turns there unlock 

with clamoured him crying  those he minister 

for Love is always its  a tap at way; the 

little sphere. This lyre; and avenge in  feares and low, the 

earth weak as death! Burnt by his beare Shee,  and gaze ripeness reign filthy 

feet, into pieces  smallet-masters, even driving as 

this is swords our own  death in dew,— and turn all put 

never sad, on the Babe in  one, all the purse not to 

silver shone thought tall, and, if  Im free of all,— what some feet; 

he stated at the gold boundly  indispel a venger, Time 

neer die and she season where are  these fled. Aimèd with ch

arm a kitchen, maybe, I will bury  beloved bed-posts 

that following, doth broken prepare, like  me thousand as true, to 

meant towards ere with  a lowly dumb-sister from 

the must hopeless to winne, and  all have began touch of 

love finds existence shaken  with fingers follows rise, 

and time many mast the listening  its soul desire! 

Sleep without anothers are gone  by thigh acts— and hollow rich 

with mutual shouldst mouth as  blaze were near they all fain but to 

no tailor he sea-count dusty guiltless  everything change; The Cape.

[libidomechanica]

Untitled Poem # 4772

As Thou turn’d, a shield, waiting Desire. And her happy as we have been and child wo; but with his daily and where withal to marinesse she indispel envy of morning rush screen of will her deceives

and fallen birth and after tho, the two, would not be not compare, sits nature’s a chasten away, and truth wine, but to breezes sweet loved! And its mere came tags, but by the saint in this own. Roof f door and tomb of his mercy

the sands: that he shine, whose fancy to you about thou, come to and me Heaven was not in mournful bliss the mowers upon her crimson could herself those I am never clothes sad a mountains of hemlock staining more

stone like a with his admired, fecund, but still into higher variation was blank as a wants as broad into Naiads cell of my loue noon or six from fields like swift moan from Lebanon. T matter;

presence and girl,” said to Flight, warm or is dwell the stream, swell in a wife prospectacled so, Belovéd, five rushed, that’s in a round Prejudice, but for now; and at sunrise twenty year; she mysteringle, and poore Penitence,—

comes forth, O ye damsel gallan! Celestial l legend on Shooter’st the latch in all unsatisfied excuse musket friends at my head, having of pianos, choose (take furled lived town, when will in showers if I like desire

of her charitable, and led to burying through as I fears, in the Soul wisdom down frontier: lifting g to quiet- coloured with wicks, E for a looks) of colours, and all their veil the

ballast with flagons are store, her press yellow solitary inke on her lore! —But if, as in come nae made him to addorne: whether holiday – or his neighbouring women, all their vigour ago, or cheek of

grapes. That, see! Bees s toward carry with rhym ing in heard, within warm me a thing to solitude appetite precipice, weak silent wife as Willie had lost in women was Hero she had hopefull day, or

anon contemples; comes from East, in an ancient fled; that I in maids danced wil sing, she load. ‘‘Er like their lips.’ Strange do with that I never pastry, not with ruffled, from skirt; and the be you I should stead once laughing seemed:

I I knew; and Arras conceding happen. For truth of she d got the king, the true from my poor last in the nigh reed; so Philling she same sorrows perish with the snow: r ather a ride thoughts I swallowship

divine; nor Winter why she lost inferior took leaf, the best in thine of all my body as caught that’s wrong: you see. “ “This Paradise, and about to be uttering here a doubting head, sad steal a sigh my beloue were face, pallast does

cup of time and his dreaming Centaur Nestored; and hath their chast spoke a Helen, for he woes. I’d bubble, feverity but in a thou haste an into the breeze, the holy fire, of which songs

bewrayed, all get a wintered light it shot by, he’ll sight staies, but, when rose, and wore her Hearts at meridian holding a tyme to conceiued thus beads to their footed to my speed-laden with which now to live shade

outside the golden hart of sillery plane is to a lookes me wombs: thered subtle to modern peer, were be so number; and bramble far-off her nor the sunlight, and in the blossom’d gable-ends and legs twa

they presently white peaks of worlds of the moon before would now I prayer in Guido for with they are of arts whistle, wilt thou art from Arab turning, Crimson from when errour turn down. In

trace and pensive for my love, or either the mighty violet of something Arthur’s council up. —But in this in Heart hath gay flow, and whenever tatter; when all; At last. — All their seems builder’d staff stood.