#I loved them back in the day and remembering them brought me joy ToT

[pinemartenstudios]

Blue Pikmin can smile with their gill mouth. And they look so cute when they do it ToT. We must protect their smiles at all cost ToT

[lyansi]

Summary: The year is 1947. Lieutenant Inuyasha no Taisho finds himself in the center of postwar reconstruction. Having grown up Westernized, he thought he knew himself and his family. He wasn't expecting the sudden malaise of coming to a country he knew nothing about. Falling in love with a woman he just met. Nor the very upending of his identity and culture. While the language is known to him, the customs of their world are not: the constant downcast eyes, the bows, the polite way of speaking. The waves of people looking back at him reminded him of his mother, long gone, and a history he never cared to learn.

But she is there: with her quiet smiles and quick wit. Her blue eyes hold a fierce determination of a story to come. This world couldn't be so bad if she was there.

And his mother asked for one last, dying wish. Who was he to deny such a passionate request?

Disclaimer: Rumiko Takahashi is responsible for the Inuyasha series, I only lay claim on the story I have written.

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Prelude

Mountain View, California, United States of America

April 15, 1935

My dearest son,

I hope you can forgive my absence in the years to come, for I fear that I do not have much longer on this earth. I have asked Mr. Myoga Ogata to hold off on sending this letter to you until my passing. I did not desire to be an unnecessary burden during this most important time in your pursuits. I hope you know that I wish to continue in this life— believe me, my heart and soul— but that I no longer have the strength.

Your father, whom I was death on with each breath, gave to me the greatest gift— a sweet, innocent, little boy. You, Inuyasha, have been my most precious legacy. For many years after your fathers’ passing, I was able to concern myself only with you. I watched how you grew from a tot, into a young lad, into the man you are today. I had thought many times you would settle into a calf-love as your father and I had but instead, you chose to be a scholar. You have the grit to see it through and to do what your father and I have not.

I hope you know how jovial you have made me. Even when I am no longer of this life, you will continue to make me right peart. Your father would be proud, for he was most thrilled in the early days of my motherhood.

My health has me returned for now and with it, my spirits. The consumption has yet to take me!

I count the days though, for the end will be upon me yet. I will have failed as a mother, and as a wife, if I did not console you in these times. Please, my son, know that you have done everything you could. It is not you, nor the doctors, who have failed me. It is the failure of my own body to fight off the coughs, the fatigue, and the pains. Most nights I wake in cold-sweats, and now, the doctor has diagnosed me with a sickness called hemoptysis.

I will walk into the night one day but do not despair— for I will walk hand in hand with death Himself. Please do not pity your mother. It is because of you, and because of your father, that I have lived a life most fulfilled. A life with happiness, laughter, and light. I could not have asked for more.

In a time long past, I spent the early days of my youth walking along the shores of Kujukuri-hama. Once upon a time, I was the daughter of a wealthy lord. Hitherto, I was to marry a samurai, Setsuna no Takemaru. I spent many of my days' longing for more: beyond the shoes of Tokyo, and of Nippon. It was your father who fulfilled those desires for many years, until his own death. Then, it was you.

Now, I long for nothing more than to lay upon those very shores as the water lap on my toes, my feet, my legs. To stretch upon the grains of the sand. To hear the gulls cry out as they circle above! To feel the warmth of the sun on my face! To hear my native language once more, among those that accept me without provocation. With each passing day, I long more and more to return to where the sun rises eternally. Where your father rests peacefully. He waits for me yet…!

You may be most sad now but remember, these moments in life are only momentary. One day you will walk amongst others and this intense pain you are holding onto, you will soon forget. I hope that one day you will find beauty in the most unexpected of places. That you will find, and accept, wisdom even when you have not sought for it. And that one day you will find love, and strength, in even the most onerous of journeys. You may feel sadness now, and loneliness may wrap your heart, but that is only brief. Without these feelings, you would not feel the joy and compassion that will bear itself to you, like a blossoming flower in the melting snow.

You will always be a part of me, as I will always be a part of you. Your father too will always be with you. Our blood forever runs through your body—for it is from our bodies that you were once part of.

Mr. Myoga Ogata will be sounding the passing bell; I ask that you take my ashes back to the rising sun. Back to where your father rests, along the shores of Shichiriga-hama. I am told that he was laid at Koyurugi Jinja. It is my most ardent wish to lay alongside the man who gave me everything when I could not give even a grain of rice.

I have bequeathed to you all which I inherited from your father, and from your fathers' father, and from his fathers' father. That which belonged to my native country is the ring which rests on my finger, and the kimono that I cherished most before leaving Nippon.

Treasure them as I have treasured you.

Forever with love,

Izayoi no Taisho

Tokyo Bay, Honshu, Japan

September 15, 1945

0945:37

The sounds of water rushing against the naval ship bring Inuyasha back to the present moment. Molten amber eyes look beyond the port side, over the vast ocean, and out towards the horizon. The faint outline of islands begins to emerge beyond the fog. Overhead seabirds squawk as they attempt to land on the deck. Brandished away, they perch along the crosstrees, high up from human interaction.

“Lieutenant no Taisho, sir.”

The man folds the letter along the creases. After so many years, the missive has become discolored from exposure. The ink, however, stood out clear and crisp. Too many times he read, and re-read, this very letter. He knew every word by heart. Even now, he could picture the slanting of his mother's chancery cursive. He imagines the slopes of her a and the quick-dash and crosses on her t. She often tended to confuse her f’s for p’s, sometimes to the point he would have to reexamine the word and sentence. Was this a result of learning a new language as an adult, with little help and no education?

Inuyasha returns the letter to his breast pocket, careful to avoid loosening his pinned insignia. He turns about-face towards the Chief Warrant Officer saluting him. Returning the gesture he raising his arm sharply, palm down, above his eye.

“Chief Warrant Officer Johnson.”

Both return to a formal stance of acknowledgment.

“Sir, I am here to inform you that we are approaching the islands of Japan. We should hit shore before the end of the day, sir.” As the CWO Johnson speaks to him, Inuyasha loses himself in memories long forgotten. Of feelings lost to him until now.

“Sir?” Brown eyes gaze up at him all the while standing to attention. CWO Johnson’s arms press steadfast to his side, shoes polished as they reflect light from the sun above.

Blinking, Inuyasha realizes he has yet to dismiss CWO Johnson.

“Thank you, Mr. Johnson. You are dismissed.”

The CWO salutes him once more before he leaves, walking in the direction of other sailors. For a moment, Inuyasha’s eyes follow his path before he turns back towards the sea. He inhales deeply, tasting the sharp, brisk seawater on his tongue.

Had he not been on and off naval ships for the last decade, he probably would have choked on the sudden intrusion. As it were the scents around him were dependable, comfortable, and familiar.

More familiar than the country his mother left. A country ravaged and destroyed by times of war and despair. Could he truly impart her final wishes in such a place, so far from the nation he grew up under? So far from him? He had no family here. No ties to link himself to a return trip.

Except for his mother, now.

An ache settles in his mouth, from whence Inuyasha has clenched his teeth together. He releases the pressure, moving his jawbone side-to-side to decrease the tension.

It was her dying wish to be laid to rest alongside his father. Even if he never knew his old man, he loved and cared deeply for his mother. The least he could do was respect her most impassioned desire.

Tokyo, Honshu, Japan

September 15, 1945

1728:15

“Did you hear? A new boat landed today.”

“Marshall MacArthur sure is busy. I hope they brought more of their American food. I haven’t been able to grow anything in months.”

The word ‘American’ sticks out, a harsh emphasis on the last syllable. Higurashi Kagome peers at the two women in line before her, in hushed tones talking to one another. A slick sheen gleams against the tanned skin of one of the women. Her dark eyes survey around her before catching Kagome’s own blue ones. A small, shy smile spreads across her face and she looks away, pretending she had not been listening.

The sun began to set, leaving behind hues of blues, pinks, and reds. Across the horizon, it beams as a deep ochre in the sky, emanating a white-gold ring and rays of orange across the land. A whitetail streaks across the faint blues, pinks, and reds left behind by an aircraft.

If not for the rubble, the scorched lands, or half-torn buildings, Kagome might have thought the setting sun beautiful. The ration ticket scalds against her skin though, reminding her of the situation at hand. She refocuses her attention to the front as allotments are distributed.

Would today be the day they receive the wheat and oats necessary to survive another week or month? There were only so many ways one could stretch over boiled rice. Adding wheat and oats turned congee into tasteless gruel, but it upped the calorie intake.

The line moves faster as rations are given. Soon, Kagome finds that she spies only eight heads ahead of her. The two women continue to chirp, talking of black market deals and spools of fabric costs. It reminds Kagome of her younger brother who, in only a span of three months, grew three inches. Maybe she could extend his yukata with some of her old and wearing kimono. She didn’t think she could afford this month's rations, the charcoal to cook them, and a new spool of fabric. Inflation continually depreciated the value of yen.

As Kagome decides this is the best way to keep costs down, she realizes a hushed whisper has come upon the group. The women point excitedly and talk fast; Kagome almost misses the words “Japanese-American” and “nay-vee”. She follows the trajectory of one finger, where a small group of military personnel stands off to the side.

It is one man that the group talks about and, for a moment, Kagome convinces herself they are mistaken. His headgear is off and he holds the visor between his thumb and pointer, arms crossed.

The setting sun caresses unusual blond hair, flecked with hints of platinum. It creates the illusion of a halo around him. Unlike her own paler complexion, his skin is tanned from years of sun exposure. His eyes, the color of burnt amber, slant downwards and betray his lineage. He is wearing the standard service uniform, a button-down, and trousers. She doesn’t understand military ranking, but his shoulder boards denote a star.

Next to him, a pretty Japanese woman dressed in nurse garb leans over in conversation; her own features illuminate tales of lost origins. Large, almond-shaped eyes scan the crowd, momentarily pausing as they meet her own.

A hand on her shoulder startles her back to reality, and she sees a gap between herself and the two women in front. She bows, apologetically, before closing the space in line.

Only three heads wait in front of her now. She thinks though that the two women in front count as one.

[angelskyladiana]

Tenebrae (Lucifers daughter)

Chapter 7: I wonder will you dance with the devil forever?

Summary: Lucifer never loved anything, or at least that’s what people thought. It wasn’t Eve and long before Chloe- he had Tenebrae. His daughter. Warnings: Fluff Word count: 1689 (Baby daughter)

CHAPTER 6

"Ok, let's try this again. Pay attention." Lucifer muttered an order, watching the blonde as her attention was brought back to him. "Now remember it's left, right, left, right, like this." He explained, her bright blue eyes following his movements as he stepped through them. His arms were up as if he were holding an invisible partner.

His feet moved from one to the other so flawlessly. In this moment he seemed so at peace and weightless, as if he hadn't just jumped from Heaven and winded up being the king of Hell. Lucifer supposed it was better he be a King in Hell than meaningless in Heaven.

"This is going to be very popular on Earth, I promise you." He continued, sureness lacing his tone, a smirk gracing his lips as he stopped his little dance. "Now were you paying attention?" He quizzed with a raised brow.

Those bright blue eyes sparkled with delight gazing up at him. A full blown smile stretching her mouth, a giggle echoing out of her lips.

"You weren't listening to a thing I said, were you?" Lucifer questioned her, stepping closer to where she sat.

She couldn't hold back her laughter at the sight of his disappointed expression and his eyes simply rolled back. She was beautiful when she laughed. The way her head fell backwards and eyes shone with pure delight was simply magical to witness. How lucky he was to have such a light in his life of darkness, like her.

"Didn't hear a thing." The woman spoke, her smile never fading at the unimpressed look on his face, "I'm sorry, darling."

"Fine. But just so you know, my love, you are robbing yourself of what will be a great trend with humanity." The devil huffed in annoyance, collapsing on the bed beside her in frustration.

The woman with hair of gold leant back on her elbow, her licks tickling the devils cheek as she leaned over him. "You know I couldn't possibly keep up with you, my love, even if I tried," she spoke, honey leaving her tone as her fingers danced on the line of his jaw, "and we both know I'd most likely end up falling on my face." She continued with a whisper.

His dark eyes met her bright ones, "If you fell you wouldn't trust me to catch you?" He quizzed the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes upon.

Her eyes shone with delight at his words, "I trust you."

"Well then..." The dark haired devil began as he began getting up, grabbing her hands in his as he did. His mouth curved in a small smile, "you have nothing to worry about then."

A giggle left her lips once more, her head falling back again as he pulled her closer to him.

"Now, this hand goes on my shoulder," Lucifer explained, watching as she held his shoulder, "and then this hand goes in mine," their hands interlocked with one another, "then my hand goes here." With that said, his arm hooked around her small waist, making her stumble closer into his chest, "caught you."

"I don't think that quite counts, darling." She chuckled, resting her head against his muscled shoulder.

His feet moved so swiftly and agile, the led her to exactly where she needed to go next. He hummed softly, "left, right, left, right..." he began, pulling away slightly to look into her eyes, "see, you're perfect."

"Only with you, darling." The woman smiled softly. She stared up at his, her eyes hazed in a dream like state. The devils eyes mirrored hers perfectly, perhaps even deeper that dug deep into his soul.

"You know I wonder..." He began trailing off, softly speaking in her ear in a husky tone.

She purred, "wonder what, my love?"

His eyes sparked with a burst of red, not out of anger or annoyance, rather at the feeling of his heart speeding up at her words.

The devil whispered, "I wonder... will you dance with the devil forever?"

"Pay attention." Lucifer spoke, watching the blonde as her attention was brought back to him. "Now remember it's left, right, left, right, like this." Familiar bright blue eyes followed his movements as he stepped through them. His arms were up as his feet danced one at a time across the large room until finally he stopped, looking down at his audience who was sat on the floor. "A princess needs to know how to dance, Tenebrae." Lucifer chastised his little girl who simply smiled up with an a gapped grin.

"Da!" The infant voiced her agreement.

Lucifer tolled his eyes light heartedly at her word, "that doesn't excuse you for that heinous first word of yours." He spoke pointedly, remembering her words to be his brothers name rather than her own fathers. He strutted over to the child, picking her up from under her arms and lifting her over his head. "Such betrayal, little princess."

The tiny blonde giggled with glee, "Da! Da!"

"Hmmm yes, now let's see if you were really paying attention," Lucifer whispered with a strange sense of excitement. Every day with her, it seemed, was a gift. Every new thing she learnt was a joy to watch.

The devil plopped her down, holding her hands to help her stand up, watching her as he let go. For a few moments she wobbled on chubby legs before standing straight; all by herself. Lucifer leaned back slightly, cocking his head and pouting in surprise. Both their eyes lit up in shock and surprise for a moment... before her knees gave out and she fell back, her near featherless wings coming out and flailing about.

Lucifer snickered, picking her up once more and holding her little hands between his thumb and pointer. Her chubby legs made stumbling steps closer to him until they were toe to toe. Lifting the tot up in the air, her useless wings spread as if ready for take off, and only when her feet were put down on top of his own did they revert back.

"Now you can follow the steps easily, little princess." He chided with a chuckle, moving his feet slowly in short distances, rotating in tiny circles with his baby girl. He smiled softly at her focused expression staring down at their feet, "you're certainly doing better than my last student."

For a moment the pair just danced in their own little circle, neither making a sound as they danced in the halls of the kingdom of Hell.

"I thought the rumours weren't true." A voice called from the far end of the hall. Lucifer s head snapped to the side, his grip tightening on tiny hands. Tenebrae continued to watch their feet although they now remained still and instead her main focus was consistently stomping on her fathers feet.

Lucifers devil face came to surface.

"My Lord! I'm sorry to intrude! I just couldn't help myself once I had heard the news..." The voice uttered with a tone of disbelief.

"What news would that be, Dromos?"

His eyes lit up in delight, catching sight of her small body as he continued to creep closer. "That you have given us an heir to Hell."

An heir? Is that all she was? No, she wasn't. His brow raised in question, "Is there something else you needed?"

"No, my Lord. I simply wished to see your offspring, the one who I shall serve every day she may reign," He started as if it were simple. Before long Dromos was mere metres away, his decrepit and disfigured face held the toddlers attention.

"Right, well, you can stop staring at her like that." Lucifer commanded.

"It was so wise of you to bear offspring for the future of Hell, that is why it came to be, no?" Dromos continued to interrogate his Lord, eyes not moving from the infant. Tenebrae looked uncomfortable to be close to the demon, it seemed Maze was the only demon the little one even partially liked. Lucifer's minion cocked his head in confusion at the dark Lord, "you are keeping her for Hell my Lord? Not for any personal reasons..."

Lucifers face contorted in confusion. What was Dromos trying to tell him? The devil chocked out a fake and unamused laugh, holding the infant somewhat tighter in his grasp, "why would that be a concern, Dromos?" His tone sounded like a threat itself.

Dromos thought through his words for a moment, but there was no 'light' way to phrase it. "Well, we wouldn't want history to repeat itself, my Lord."

Dark eyes went stone cold, "leave, Dromos." Was all he could utter, his red face twitching to come to the surface. His eyes blazing with the colour of blood. The puny demon left faster than you could tell him to 'go to Hell', the doors shutting loudly behind him.

"What was all that about? Why was the gimp leaving so fast?" Mazikeen asked, strolling into the room the moment her sibling left. She wandered closer, "Lucifer?"

All he felt in his body was rage, confusion and... doubt.

He looked up his bright eyed daughter, who mirrored her mother, from her eyes, to her nose and even to her toes. History repeat itself?

The Devil wasn't going to let that happen.

His gaze strayed from his daughter, feeling repulsed now, his arms dropping her in the female demons, not watching as his daughter squirmed and continued to reach for him. Her mewls turning into cries shortly.

"Lucifer?" Maze asked shocked, looking at the devils most prized possession, "Lucifer! Where are you going? Come back! Lucifer!"

The doors shut behind him as he kept walking. History was repeating itself, but he wouldn't let that happen, so the devil just kept walking, away from his princess, his little shadow.

Away from it.

[jewish-privilege]

My little girl loves synagogue. She asks to go to Tot Shabbat at least three times a week. Given her tendency to run to the bimah and start dancing, we joke that she might one day become a rabbi.

Taking her to synagogue makes me overwhelmingly happy, like I am connected to every woman in my bloodline through space and time—and they are all smiling and proud of me, radiating warmth and understanding. These include my grandmothers, who never met her, and their grandmothers who never met me, all with us, with their hands on her little head.

Ever since the Tree of Life synagogue shooting in Pittsburgh, there has been one moment where the joy evaporates for me—when my little girl, 2 years old, opens the door and is greeted by the Washington, D.C., police department manning their metal detectors. She doesn’t notice. She can’t remember.

I remember. I remember life before this.  

The D.C. police have done a great job, despite my early reservations. They smile. They greet us with a hearty “Shabbat Shalom!” They act like it’s normal that they are there. I thank them for doing their job. I wonder if I am teaching her, a black Jewish girl, the right lessons about interacting with police, and worry if I model it wrong it might get her killed one day. We thank the police for a job well done. They work hard to keep us safe, and I am grateful for it.

But it hurts to see them there. It hurts so much that for a single moment every Saturday I think I won’t be able to bear it. Then I smile. I tell my daughter to say thank you. Just wait for mommy while they check my bag.

This past Saturday, she twirled through the metal detector, showing off her fancy dress. She was so proud of it, made specifically for her by an aunt in Ghana, with beautiful intricate batik pink prints and a full skirt that makes her feel like a princess. The policewoman bent down and told my daughter how beautiful she looked; she beamed back, said thank you and started running full speed for Tot Shabbat.  

I’ll never be able to explain to her what has been lost for Jews in America.

This week the Jewish community said our mourning prayers. There is a special service for mourners that we say four times a year, including on Passover. It’s called Yizkor. We didn’t know that this year, by nightfall we would all be mourning. We would be mourning Lori Gilbert Kaye of Poway, California, killed in her own synagogue. Killed six months, to the day, after 11 other Jews were killed in their house of worship—a wound from which our community had barely begun to heal and which has now ripped wide open again.

Now, the whole community is mourning. We have all lost someone. We have all lost ourselves, who we were in America, in a unique and beautiful place in the long history of Jewish suffering.  We were free. We were freer than our grandmothers could have ever dreamed. But there is no more lying to ourselves in the night. There is no more hope that Tree of Life was some terrible aberration. We are not safe. Our kids are not safe.

We lived a life that I am now sure my daughter will never know.

I remember a synagogue with unlocked doors. I remember a synagogue where there was no fear. I remember running wild through its halls. I remember being taught that a Jewish little girl could be anything she wanted if she worked hard, and knowing it was true. I remember when conversations about anti-Semitism were about remembering history—not dealing with terrifying realities. When questions about whether we were Jews first or Americans first were ethical dilemmas for a lazy Shabbat afternoon at summer camp, ignored chavruta in favor of a swim—not debated in American politics with stakes I still cannot fathom. I was there. I know there was a time before this. When we were taught how blessed beyond measure we were to be who we were: American Jews. When we listened to the old men at synagogue who had lived through hate, the Holocaust survivors, the Russian refugees, our fathers’ stories of quotas and academic denial. These were stories that we learned so we appreciated who we got to be as American Jews. We sighed sadly at the old men who told us to be ever vigilant, because they would never be as free as us, like the men who had to die in the desert before we reached the Promised Land. America was our Promised Land.

How crushing  to learn that they were right all along.  

Over drinks and in hushed tones, my brother is skeptical of my surprise. Maybe it was different for boys, he says, but you never got punched in the face and called a kike? There were always swastikas on the playground, he remembers. We had a swastika drawn on our synagogue. We wanted to believe it was better here. That we had found a safe place. It was never safe for us, he says, for any of us. We are from Boston, Carly. It was never safe for our black friends, our Irish friends, our immigrant friends. It was never  so good for anybody here—you just wanted to believe it was.

Something in me is irrevocably broken. Maybe we were never real. Maybe this era never happened.  

I know some readers never experienced freedom in America. I know there are people who grew up in an America that enslaved their ancestors, an America that brought their community smallpox and genocide, an America that put their grandmothers in internment camps, that deported their parents. An America that stole from them, hurt them, killed them. They ask me: How can you complain? Why should we care that you once knew freedom and lost it, when we have never been free. To those readers: I stand with you unequivocally. I know you never had the America I once did. I will fight beside you to build an America where all of us had the freedom I once had. None of our children should pray behind armed guards. All of us, all of our kids should be safe, prosperous, and free. I want to hear all of your stories, all the ways America hurt you and took freedom from you. But I also want you to understand how it felt to find a safe harbor after thousands of years and build lives and generations there—and then watch it begin to disintegrate before our eyes. All of our voices should be heard. All of us deserve a new era of freedom, prosperity, and safety. I hope what we build in the coming years makes us freer than all of our grandmothers’ wildest dreams. I believe we must come together and fight for the America that seemed so close we could taste it just a few years ago. We must fight for all of us, for every American to have lives so free we can’t even begin to imagine them yet. Hope still lives here, somewhere, even if it feels far away today.

The era where the Jew could consider herself safe here, safer than anywhere else in the rest of the world, has ended. My daughter will grow up with a Judaism under lock and key. Prayer behind armed guards. Jumping out of your skin if a child knocks over a folding chair. No babies out of sight. No hiding behind the synagogue curtains with their best friends, trading chocolates and whispering secrets. Stay close to Mom. Instead of the old man who preaches vigilance, she will have the mom who cries and remembers freedom. How freedom was taken away one Passover, and we don’t know when or if it will ever return. She will never understand what we had.

My little girl’s run from the metal detector to Tot Shabbat passes the Holocaust memorial. Most of the time she blows right past it, excited for Ma Tovu and plushy Torahs and dancing when she is supposed to be sitting. Once in a while she stops to touch the six candelabras. I shiver. I remember that for most of Jewish history violence was normal. We were exceptional. We were lucky. We were blessed. We learned the history so we could appreciate who we were and how far our ancestors had come.

We aren’t so extraordinary. Now we are just another generation of terrified Jews.

Some days,  I don’t want to go to synagogue at all. I don’t want to pass those metal detectors and feign normality. I want to go to brunch. Let’s run from this heritage, I think. I am too afraid and I don’t want to be. I don’t want to lose my baby. Let’s buy a Christmas tree and make pork chops and change our names! You can’t, my grandmothers whisper from the pews. From my recipe books. From my soul. This is who you are. We put on our twirling dresses and sparkle shoes. We drive to synagogue. We walk through the metal detectors. We sing our songs, drink our juice and eat challah. We are Jews. And some things never change, even in America.

[blueroseblaze]

Question (Chapter 2)

Word Count: 3084

Warnings: Implied sex

It was a very small event. Just you, Nero, and your closest friends all standing at the sandy shores of Fortuna near the docks. The waves crashed against the sand as the sun slowly crept its way towards the horizon, painting the sky with a range of fiery oranges and vibrant pinks. The crisp salty air calmed your nerves as the winds softly shifted the sands and blew against your dress and slightly tangled your hair.

You wanted a small wedding; it was something both you and Nero had agreed on during some quiet pillow talk late one night, tangled up with each other in the dark with no worries bearing on your shoulders.

News of your request didn’t sit well with Patty though, who was adamant that this be the wedding of the decade. You humored her by letting her pay to get everyone here and pick everyone’s attire, except yours of course, you would never let that girl pick your wedding dress.

You stood at the top of the docks, looking at everyone mingle from your vantage point. You watched Nero smack Nico’s hand away as she tried messing with his tie while holding a video camera. You saw Patty eagerly bouncing in place with her basket of rose petals waiting to sprinkle them in front of you as you walked. Lady and Trish stood hand in hand idly chatting. Morrison puffed away on his cigar, and Kyrie stood near Nero no doubt sharing words of encouragement. And you couldn’t for a second keep your eyes off of him, his slightly ill-fitting suit, his choppy hair that was too short to do anything with, his excited and nervous expression, the way he kicked at the sand and fiddled with his tie. You were just minutes away from pledging your life to this man, and you couldn’t wait another moment.

You were broken from your thoughts with a gentle hand on your shoulder, you turned to the gray-haired devil hunter and smiled. Dante handed you your bouquet, a mix of white and blue flowers ranging from roses to forget me nots. You took the flowers from him as he bent his elbow towards you beckoning you to take it. You slipped your hand threw, and lightly gripped as you both began your decent down the stair to the sand.

You felt your breath hitch as everyone below stopped what they were doing and looked to you and Patty began raining her basket of petals down the “aisle”. You rhythmed your breathing to your steps to try and compose yourself, not really being the one to enjoy lots of attention. You felt Dante flex his arm to grab your attention.

“Don’t worry about anyone else, this is about you and him,” he said with a smile.

“You’re right.”

Your eyes locked to Nero’s and soon enough everyone else seemed to disappear. You mirrored each other, both smiling like dorks as your eyes raked over each other’s forms, taking in your appearances and becoming almost overcome with emotion. Each step that you took brought you closer and it took everything not to break away from Dante and just run into Nero’s arms.

You held yourself together as you and Dante took your final steps towards Nero. Dante looked to you and then gave Nero a quick nod before handing you to him and stepping around you both to stand behind you. You handed your bouquet to Patty and then let Nero take both of your hands in his. You saw the tears welling up Nero’s eyes as he looked you over in total adoration.

“You look beautiful,” he said, his voice barley above a whisper.

“Friends, loved ones, we don’t get to see a union like this in our line of work. People come… but always seem to go, which is why we’ve gathered here today to celebrate two crazy kids pledging their lives to one another.”

You felt goosebumps raise on your skin as Nero’s thumb caressed your fingers and the back of your hand. You bit your bottom lip to try and contain yourself.

“These are two people who would crawl through hell and back again for one another. Two people who would fight through hoard after hoard of demon spawn for each other. This is a bond we don’t see every day. So enough of me yammering, let’s let the lovebirds speak for themselves. Nero...”

Nero shook his head as if he wasn’t paying any attention until he heard his name, after a moment of his cute caught off guard look, he looked you in the eyes and cleared his throat.

“(Y/N),” he started, “You’ve been with me through so much. You’ve put up with me putting myself in danger, with me coming home covered in blood and bruises, with me lashing out and not being able to control my feelings. Yet you always calmed me down, patched me up, and made sure I came home safe. So far, my one regret with you was that I didn’t realize how perfect you are soon enough. I am beyond honored to have you with me, and to have you forever now. I don’t even know where to start in paying you back, but I think dedicating my life to you is an okay start.”

You barely registered the applause around you as you fought back your tears. You batted your eyelashes to keep them at bay, but it didn’t stop the swelling of your heart. Every word from him was pure, straight from his sole no rehearsal needed, no need to write down what he was going to say, he just let his heart speak for him.

Your breaths came out shaky as you tried composing yourself, clearing your head enough to let yourself speak. You took a huge gulp of the salty air and let it out before speaking.

“Nero, I don’t know when I started loving you. I just think I always have but didn’t know until it was too late. Now I can’t imagine my life without you. I can’t imagine not having our long talks when you come home, when you tell me about all the people who’ve saved, all the monsters you’ve vanquished. I can’t imagine not spending late nights with you in the back of the van just talking with the radio on, and I can’t imagine going a day without seeing your smile or hearing your quips. You always talk about what I’ve done for you, but you’ve done so much for me. My one hope is that you just don’t get sick of me before I’m able to pay you back,” you ended with a breathy chuckle.

“Never,” he said just as softly as your laugh.

“Just beautiful,” Dante said, his voice cutting through the quiet and turning to regard Nero, “Now for the what everyone’s been waiting for. Do you have the ring?”

“Yes,” Nero replied reaching into his coat pockets and pulling out the ring he presented you with that night in the van, perched on the hill overlooking Red Grave. The opal like gem showed a rainbow of colors as the light hit it, and the silver band almost glowed in the soft light of the sunset. You hadn’t taken it off since he proposed, and you didn’t want to for the ceremony, but everyone insisted to put on a good show.

Nero lightly grasped your left hand, not so much holding it as he did cradle it in his. He then slipped the ring onto your ring finger, smiling as it slid over your knuckled and nestled snuggly at the base of your finger. Perfect fit. You could only marvel at the ring, not just that it was beautiful, but just how much it meant to the both of you. You only took your eyes off of it when you watched Nero slide his own ring onto his left hand.

As Nero slipped the rings on you both took turns reciting your real vows:

“Love and Harmony combine, and round our souls entwine,” he started.

“While they branches mix with mine, and our roots together join,” you continued.

“Joys upon our branches sit, chirping loud and singing sweet.”

“Like gentle streams beneath our feet, innocence and virtue meet.”

You both smiled, inside congratulating yourselves on remembering the lines. You couldn’t look away from each other. Not even when Dante continued speaking.

“Now, Nero, do you take (Y/N) to be your wife? To have and to hold, to protect and love, to care for and support, not matter what, for as long as you live?”

“I do,” Nero said with no hesitation.

“And (Y/N), do you take Nero as your husband? To love and support, to protect and care for, to have and to hold, no matter what, for as long as you live?”

“I do,” you replied, your excitement starting to boil over.

“Then by the power you’ve vested in me, I pronounce you both husband and wife. You don’t need my permission for this last part.”

Without a moment to waste Nero wrapped you in his arms, pulling you close like you were his very life source, he crashed his lips on yours with reckless abandon. You returned the kiss, snaking your arms around his shoulders for support as he began dipping you back. The applause and jeers of your friends muddied together, mixing with the sounds of the wind and crashing waves, all else disappeared.

You had kissed Nero many times before, chaste pecks, passionate make outs. But this was something else, you felt every nerve in your body explode, fireworks coated your vision behind you eyelids, and if you hadn’t known any better you would have looked down at your feet to make sure you were still on the ground. Every kiss you had before was leading you tot this one, you had never felt more connected to anyone in your entire life than you did this very moment.

All too soon Nero pulled away his body growing apart from yours, yet his arms never left your form. No way was he letting you go, for any reason. He pressed his forehead to yours, staring deep and lovingly into your eyes as the sun set behind you and your group cheered you on.

You only pulled away from Nero when Patty started cry-laughing and throwing the rest of her rose petals on the two of you while Nico shoved the camera in your face asking for more smiles and kisses. You could only laugh while Nero’s arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer.

“Alright!” Dane calls out after a few minutes of claps, “Let’s get the party started!”

 The reception was just as small as the ceremony. You and your party had moved from the beach into town. You walked hand in hand with Nero as he led you and everyone else into the city square, where you would be celebrating the rest of the night.

You had reservations about staying on Fortuna island, after the fiasco with The Order of The Sword and the savior, you were less than adamant about having your wedding here, despite it being a breathtakingly beautiful place with a lot of meaning to Nero.

Nero had calmed your nerves, however. He told you about how after the savior incident the Order disbanded and was replaced with a new… less authoritarian government body. Most of the people on the island still peacefully worshipped Sparda, but the iron grip of The Order was no more. Kyrie vouched for this reassuring you that things were different on the island now and there was nothing to worry about in coming back.

As you reached the square you were blown away at just how beautiful it was. Lamp posts lighting the pathways illuminated a giant fountain in the center, reflecting off the water that spilled form it in a gorgeous and serine light show. The lights also bathed the entire scene in a welcoming and warm atmosphere.

Nero squeezed your hand to get your attention and gestured his head off to the side. You gasped when you saw a string quartet setting up their ensemble near the fountain. You looked to Nero with a shocked look on your face.

“When did you-,” you began.

“Hush,” he said cutting your off, “Don’t worry about it.”

You felt Nero’s hand leave yours only for him to offer it to you again in an extravagant bow, his other arm bent behind his back. His palm faced the sky beckoning you for yours. His eyes never left yours as he asked you what he had taunted many demons with.

“Shall we dance?” he asked, “My beautiful wife.”

Your heart swelled as you took his hand, at any point tonight it was going to burst. He stood from his bow and pulled you close as the quartet started to play. Nero’s arms wrapped around your waist and your hands rested on his shoulders. You both swayed and stepped to the music, perfectly in time with each other. You couldn’t look away from your husband for a second, even when you heard Kyrie start to sing along with the music, serenading you and Nero as you continued to move about the floor. Nero even deciding to get fancy and twirl you around a few times. You both laugh as he spun you too much only for you to end up with your back against his chest. You kept dancing until the first song ended, slowly coming to a stop as the music faded away.

“Mind if I cut in?”

You both turned and saw Dante, his hand outstretched for yours. Dante had really stepped up today, not only officiating the ceremony but taking on the role of the father figure. So, Nero had no qualms in handing you over to dance with his uncle.

You and Dante got into position, a little more room in between you both this time. You stepped to the music, more of a waltz than the romantic swaying and spinning you did with Nero. Your hand gripped Dante’s bicep while he held your other one outstretched.

“I’m happy for you both,” he said as you stepped in time with the beat, “You deserve each other.”

“Thanks for doing this, Dante, you didn’t have to.”

“Nah, of course I did. You kids deserve the best, and if you think my unholy ass is the best for your wedding then so be it.”

You smiled genuinely at him while letting him spin you around just as Nero did.

“I mean it,” he continued, “You too bring out the best in each other. After all he’s been through, I’m glad Nero’s got someone like you.”

“Thanks, Dante.”

The night continued on. There was more dancing, laughing, jabs made at you and your husband during congratulations speeches. Nico made sure to get every little moment of that night on camera no matter how unflattering or insignificant. Kyrie sang throughout the party. Patty nearly mowed everyone down trying to catch your bouquet. You danced with Nero some more. Nero had a dance off with Dante. And similarly, to Nico you noticed Morrison taking snap shots of everyone and everything. You wished it hadn’t ended but you couldn’t say you were ungrateful for what came next.

“Are you sure having your honeymoon in the town you grew up in isn’t weird to you?” you asked as Nero cradled you and moved across the threshold of your hotel room.

Nero chuckled as he finally maneuvered you inside, “I’ve already told you; I don’t mind. I wanted to show you where I’m from, and to show you a place almost a beautiful as you.”

He couldn’t stop himself from rubbing his nose against yours lightly with that last statement, causing you to giggle like a child.

Nero set you down on your feet, finally letting you get a good look at your room. It was beautiful. Warm lamplight casted across the walls creating a warm and cozy feeling, like being engulfed in a comforting hug by a loved one. It made you feel safe, something you don’t normally feel when out working with Nero. The curtains were drawn but you peeked through as marveled at the city from your upper story balcony window, the lights from the rest of the city twinkling in the night sky as the water in the distance sparkled with the stars and the moon. And then you turned to the bed, a gorgeous wooden queen, with sheer yet silky canopy curtains draping around the frame.

“You like it,” he asked from behind you.

“It’s amazing, Nero.”

You felt him grab your right hand and pull it up towards his face, his lips pressing a sweet kiss to your knuckles just beside your ring.

“Only the best for you, my love.”

You gave a breathy laugh, “You, dork.”

You turned to face him, admiring his beautiful face in the dim light. You cupped his cheek, letting your thumb caress his jaw catching the bits of stubble along its way. Nero reached up and did the same to you, only this time to close the gap between you with yet another passionate kiss. His hands migrated up and down your body, feeling every curve beneath your dress. Your kiss became more heated as you moved your lips against his, feeling his tongue swipe against your bottom lip.

Soo you found yourself leaning backwards towards the bed. You propped yourself against it as Nero loomed over you, his lips moving from yours to your neck and then your collar bone. You couldn’t help the gasps that escaped you as you felt his teeth graze against your pulse. You whined softly when he pulled away only for you to feel his lips at your ear.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, “May I?” His hands reached behind you, tugging at your dresses zipper.

You reached for his face, cupping his cheeks again and pulling him to look at you. You smiled while staring into his beautiful blue eyes.

“Please.”

Nero smirked at you and gingerly pushed you down to the bed. You gripped at his jacket, sliding it off his shoulders as he finished pulling down the back of your dress. You both began to strip each other down while planting kisses and touches on every exposed inch of skin, more eager to finally spend your first night together as husband and wife.

 End

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[ambitionsource]

S1 Rewatch - Maggie’s Take [ 1.09 ]

i read this yesterday in the hopes that after a little bit of time it would sting less... let’s see if that theory paid off

Favorite scene

We’re now entering the phase where episodes are getting like... long LMAJDSLFDSGKJDLG so this gets harder and harder to decide. It’s a good thing I gave myself time away from it because that allows me more clarity in terms of what scenes stick out to me the most, and in this case I think I will have to give the honor to Riley & Lucas’s final scene before opening night where she interrupts his “pre-show quiet.” This scene has everything I look for in a soft romantic build -- soft eye contact, light banter, a character saying something wasn’t a big deal and the other character saying it was to them... not to mention the sheer notion that Riley was able to disrupt his isolation and not get in trouble for it. Special shout-out to Jeff’s “I thought no one was allowed in here during pre-show quiet” because Lucas needs his daily dragging by the techie tots for being so oblivious / obvious / stupid.

Favorite performance

This is a toughie... considering that we literally cut numbers from this episode and there are STILL so many, you can see the dilemmas we be having. I think I will give it to “Empty Chairs At Empty Tables” though, because while “Dirty Little Secret” was iconic, this is the first number where we really actually get to see Charlie emote. It’s a song that has nothing to do with his personal struggles yet perfectly encapsulates his fears at the same time, and Katie and I cry daily about how powerful a performance it would be to watch. Honorable mention goes to the techies singing the first bit of the “Finale” while presenting Lucas with the cookie cake. That’s love!!!

Favorite character (within context of the episode)

Although I almost in fact said Lucas for the third time in a row (his growth, his nuance, the subtle peeling back of the environmental factors that impact his character!!) it has to go to Charles JP Gardner. This is the first episode where we really get to breathe with Charlie -- although that is to say, barely breathe at all because he’s so overwhelmed with new feelings. But it was really fun to start painting a more colorful picture of his circumstances, like his loving family (but perhaps conditionally), his social circles (church, predominantly), but also how he’s just... I mean, he’s just a good boy. My favorite thing about Charlie is how sweet and just... warm of a character he is, with this kind of... genuine joy sewn into him in spite of how much pressure and fear he feels (shout-out to the Queens diner scene for that). I will cry a lot about this in the episodes and days to come as we go on this AAA journey. So bear with me.

Favorite line(s)

“It’s unjust is what it is. Just say you hate women, Mister Hunter. Just say you hate me, let’s get it out in the open.” –Maya Hart

“Are your two left boots incapable of walking too? Get out of my way, gothic Butch Cassidy.” –Maya Hart to Lucas James Friar

“I’m sorry if you feel like you’re losing control. I’m sorry if you feel threatened, believe me, I’m quite familiar with both. But I’m not a dartboard, and I’m done taking your jabs whenever you need something to take your aggression out on. Either change your behavior -- which is what I would recommend -- or find someone else to play punching bag. I’m done with it!” –Riley Matthews

“I’d give up my career for these fries. I’m gonna marry these fries and move to a villa out in the countryside to live out the rest of our days in blissful matrimony.” –Charlie Gardner

“It’s a bad movie. What are you missing? I’m doing you a favor.” –Zay Babineaux

“Look, you think I pay attention to any of this? If I could get away with wearing ear plugs all day, I would.” –Lucas James Friar

Special shout out also goes to Nigel and Lucas’s exchange about kissing, and Lucas laughing at his own joke about the show being autobiographical. What I wouldn’t give for a set that’s just “Lucas + laughing at his own jokes” .......

An underrated moment

Riley getting her word in with both Maya and Farkle. I like the comedy of her little moment with Farkle -- his “... no ma’am” kills me every time -- and it’s just nice to see her stand up for herself against Maya’s diva behavior in a way that is just... so very Riley. She’s scrappy, and I’m excited for more of her scrappiness to leap out as we go onward!!!

First impression vs your reread impression

What I remember distinctly about writing this episode was that it was the first one where I was like... oh this is lengthy LMAO. It was the first episode to crack 60 “minutes” (we have a system where word count = a certain minute mark), although it would not be the last (and now nearly all S2 episodes at this point so far have clocked in above 60). But it felt like the first real dive into the characters like in a more... I’m not sure what way. Nuanced? In depth? Particularly characters who hadn’t been allowed to showcase their backstories quite yet, like Charlie and Lucas. I also remember the pain of having to cut numbers -- “Stars” was going to be a duet (although not like literally them singing together) between Maya and Farkle, since the two of them know so much about what they believe their PATH is meant to be, like the stars are said to in the song. You can even see remnants of this notion in their final scene together in Maya’s sequence (another contender for fave scene) where Farkle talks about understanding her mentality. And on that thought of sequences -- our multi-story episode! We thought we’d give this structure a shot since there was so much going on, and we loved so much we brought it back for an episode in S2, so it’s kind of like an AMBITION thing now. So yeah, this episode will always stick out to me as a turning point of sorts (and is also one of the top 3 fan favorites, according to the poll).

[vantekay]

valentine ||jhs

word count: 3.2k

estimated reading time: like 10 ish minutes, maybe? I haven’t been timing these sksks I’m sorry I will eventually come back and time it

genre(s): fluff fluff fluff and more fluff also a scene where you stargaze because I’m self indulgent and like every fic of mine that has a date scene includes stargazing sksksk sorry 

warning(s): none 

“throughout all the seasons, in this transition of winter-spring you've been here beside me with the sweet nothings you're whispering”

hoseok has always called you his rock because you kept him grounded whenever he needed it, reminding him in times of hardships that he was more than enough and that those bouts of feeling like he wasn’t enough would pass. he also called you his rock because you had been in his life for as long as he could remember, literally. you had known hoseok since you guys were kids. teeny tiny tots playing together at the daycare your mothers had both decided were good enough to watch you while they were busy. it all started because you, a very shy kid who kept to themselves in the corner, was crying and you immediately caught hoseok’s attention. you had come to find very quickly that he was the literal embodiment of sunshine and rainbows and everything else that could possibly bring you joy. he had been the only kid to approach you in the daycare since you arrived, and he made it his mission to make you happy. he had introduced himself to you as hobi, and from that day on it was hobi and y/n against the world. as you grew older, you had found that hoseok actually lived in the same neighborhood as you and this led to you and him growing closer as you aged. enter your tween and teen years and you were pretty much bound at the hip, doing anything and everything you could together. you had begun going to the others family gatherings, parties and other special events together and there came a time when both of your families had begun teasing you both about being an item. this would always prompt your cheeks to turn a deep rose color as hoseok denied any chances of getting together with you, claiming you were more like a sister to him. this had hurt you a bit the first few times he had said it, seeing as you had feelings for hoseok that were definitely not brotherly and you had always silently hoped he felt the same but you learned to quickly push those feelings down and laugh along with him whenever family members brought it up. this continued for a couple years until one drunken high school party where you had confessed your feelings for him and, to your surprise, he felt the same. the next day was spent soberly clearing things up and properly confessing, marking the beginning of your new relationship with hoseok. he learned very quickly that you were supportive of him. you always had been, but now that you proudly wore the title of girlfriend it had been enhanced ten fold and it made hoseok's day. whether it was cheering him on at his tennis games or during his swim meets, you never failed to bring a smile to his face when he caught you waving at him from the sidelines, the widest of grins on your face as you showed him how proud you were. you’re praises never stopped on the field though, no, hoseok would hear them the entire way back to your homes, and if you were spending the night at his then you would continue to praise him there too. when he had finished getting ready to relax and you were waiting for him on his bed with open arms, he would happily clamber into bed with you and accept your cuddles, you held him close to your chest as you ran your hand through his hair and continued to talk about how proud you were of him, how amazing he did during the game and so forth, until finally his eyes would flutter closed and the smile on his lips stretched wider.

“you're a lovable, angelic piece of perfect and anything i do for you is worth it times a million and a half”

it should come as no surprise that hoseok loves to do for other people, especially for you. whatever it was you needed him to do he would do it in a heartbeat. you needed a new pair of pants because you spilled coffee on your old ones? hoseok was already on his way to the mall as soon as you told him. you had a really bad day at work and you wanted takeout and a movie night in? hoseok has your favorite takeout place on speed dial and your order memorized and could make it to your apartment in 10 minutes flat with your favorite movie. you were his angel, his world, and he loved doing things for you. hoseok always made it known that you could count on him, constantly telling you that it didn’t matter how busy he was or what he was doing. reminding you that he would always drop whatever it was and help you in any way he could. this made touring a little difficult for him, seeing as how he wouldn’t be able to stop in the middle of a show to help you if you needed him but you knew he would help you as soon as he could. there was one time, however, where in the middle of a show he had gotten a message from your coworker telling him that you had fallen at work and were rushed to the hospital. it wasn’t anything major, just a preemptive trip to make sure you didn’t break any bones from the fall but it was still enough to plant that seed of worry in hoseok. what made this worse was the fact that he was in the middle of a show, in between songs and getting a quick change when he had heard the news from a staff member. they tried to reassure him that you were okay and that you weren’t actually hurt that badly, that your coworker just wanted to make sure you hadn’t broken any bones but it was still enough to drive hoseok mad. he tried to brush it off for the rest of the show and not worry ARMY but you were all he could think about. of course he immediately thought of all the worst case scenarios he could, like you being stuck at the hospital all by yourself because your friend had to leave, or you having broken every bone in your body and having to be put in a full body cast for a couple of months and many other unlikely scenarios. as soon as the show had ended, he rushed off stage to video call you, not even bothering with a text to make sure you were still up. his heart was relieved for a split second when you answered on the second ring, and he didn’t even let you speak before he was already blubbering off his concerns.

“oh god angel I’m glad you answered, I got the text from your coworker saying you were in the hospital as we were in the middle of the show and I was so worried about you. are you okay? did you break anything? do I need to sue your company for the fall? psychological damage that you may have suffered? god baby I’m so sorry I’m not there to sit with you in the hospital right now and- wait, are you at home?” hoseok furrowed his eyebrows and squinted down at his phone screen as you leaned your head back to let out a loud laugh. he backs away from his intense staring with his lips down in a frown and a pout on his face, waiting for you to explain.

“I got out of the hospital like, an hour ago love. it was just a trip to make sure I didn’t break anything, which I didn’t, I just twisted my ankle s’all.” as you spoke you could watch the worry physically drain itself from hobi’s face, his heart shaped smile beginning to form itself on his lips at the thought of you being okay.

“oh thank god, y/n I couldn’t even begin to tell you how worried I was about you, I was starting to wonder if management would let me fly home to see you in case you had been put in a full body cast or something.” now you both laughed, hoseok blushing slightly at how ridiculous he sounded but you assured him that you loved it, loved him for caring so much about you and being ready to do whatever he needed to take care of you. you meant a lot to him, and he would be willing to give you his heart in a split second if you needed it, that’s how much he loved you. 

“cause i love you and i'd like to spend forever in the subtle warmth inside your arms”

hoseok’s favorite thing to do with you has to without a doubt be cuddling. he loves it when you cuddle him or he cuddles you, he doesn’t mind either position as long as he can feel the warmth radiating off of your body and onto his. he loves holding you close, head pressed up against his chest so you can hear his heartbeat while his hand runs through your hair as he talks to you about his day and you talk to him about yours. hoseok always wants to be touching you in some way whether it be hugging or cuddling or holding hands, he always wants to feel your warmth. whenever you go out in public he is holding your hand, if you have to separate for whatever reason he always makes sure you part with a hug and if you guys are just spending time at the dorm or at your apartment you better believe you’re cuddled up on the couch together. hoseok loves it the most when he wakes up with you in his arms, the way you’re always wrapped up in his embrace like you haven’t moved since you fell asleep in the same position. he loves it when it’s raining really heavily and you beg him to sit out in the living room with you, huddled up on the couch with your favorite blanket and a movie on the tv, drowned out by the sound of the rain hitting the glass of your window. he loves it when you rest your head on his shoulder while gazing at something, whether it be your phone or whatever else may be holding your attention and he just enjoys being close to you, and he never wants to let you go.

“i'll keep on creating for you until my final days, dancing in the living room and smooching while the vinyl plays”

one of hoseok’s favorite memories with you is whenever he had a day off and you insisted on dancing with him, since he would continue to practice even if he was meant to be relaxing. the day usually goes something like this, you begin by sitting in the living room and watching him dance, then he insists on teaching you some of the moves so now you’re up and dancing with him and then eventually you convince him to do some kind of slow dance with you as a cool down from earlier. he would never admit it but he loves it when his days off go like this, getting some practice in and then ending it with you and him slow dancing while your bluetooth speaker plays whatever love song you have in your playlist. he loves holding you by the waist, watching as you lean your head forward on his chest while you dance, hands intertwined and the soft sounds of your breath mingling as you sway together in the living room. hoseok will begin his kiss attacks with simple smooches to you hair, and then gradually makes his way down to your face after you’ve removed it from the warmth of his chest to look up at him. he starts his descent at your forehead, leaving a kiss there before travelling to your nose, and then both cheeks, your chin, the corners of your mouth and then finally landing on your lips. the kiss is always soft and sweet and makes butterflies erupt in your stomach and you can’t get enough of him which leads into a makeout session. hoseok’s hands grip your waist a little tighter as your hands move to play with the hairs at the nape of his neck, not once breaking apart for air. you continue like that for what feels like hours, just holding each other and sharing kisses under the dim lighting in your living room until hoseok’s stomach begins to growl louder than the music playing in the background and you break apart with a laugh, walking into the kitchen together to prepare a meal.

“cause we can both hear the compliments coming in from these pals of mine and I've been wondering if you would be my valentine”

hoseok remembers back in highschool, when you had just started dating, and valentine’s day approaching faster than he would have liked. he was nervous seeing as it was the first holiday you would be spending together as a couple and he wanted it to be perfect. his friends had encouraged him, telling him they would help him with any planning or preparations he had. what he really wanted to do was take you out for a picnic date at the park you really liked that was a bit of a drive out of town and then watch the stars with you. he tells his friends about his plan in hopes that they will get the hint to leave him alone, but something about the way they smile at him after he’s done speaking tells him otherwise. brushing it off, he waits for you in the school’s parking lot and gets ready to put his plan into action. when you get into his car, he starts to drive towards the location of the park which is on the opposite side of town where you both live. you’re confused, and look over to ask him what he’s doing to which you only get a “you’ll see” out of him. you sit back and enjoy the ride, wondering what he could possibly have planned for today. when you arrive at the park the sun has begun its descent and hobi is quick to pull you out of his car and towards the location of the picnic dinner he has had set up for the past few hours. you laugh at his enthusiasm only to be wowed by the location for which he has picked out. the spot he found has a perfect overview of the horizon ahead, and it perfectly shows off the current setting sun and all of the orange pink and purple hues stemming from it. you stand there in awe, mouth hung open as you watch the sun set and hoseok can’t help but take a couple photos of you, some from a few feet behind you showing off both the setting sun and your silhouetted frame. he smiles down at the photos before walking up behind you and wrapping you up in a hug, head placed on your shoulder as he places soft kisses into the crook of your neck. you giggle before attempting to get away from him, claiming that his shows of affection tickle and that you want to eat. he leads you back over to the blanket and begins to pull out the food he had prepared. to your surprise, he pulls out a bunch of fruits and what looks to be kimchi made from scratch. you look up at him in awe while a blush blossoms on his cheeks. he dishes out the servings of food between the two of you before starting to eat, striking up conversation with you about school that day and what plans you had for the weekend. after you both finish eating and the sun has promptly set, he asks you to lay down with him on the blanket to stargaze for a little. it takes you by surprise, seeing as hoseok has never addressed the idea of finding stargazing particularly interesting but you assume that maybe he had seen posts about it on twitter or instagram pertaining to how it was a cute date idea. you lay hand in hand and watch the stars for about an hour before you pack up to go home, the cold air beginning to nip at your skin and creating goosebumps. once you’re back inside his car hoseok pulls out one last surprise gift for you. you assume it’s a ring, considering the box he occupies in his hands is too small to contain a necklace or bracelet and you feel your heartbeat begin to pick up. hoseok smiles before opening the case and showing off a beautiful gold promise ring set, one for you and one for him. he takes the one meant for you out and begins to place it on your ring finger as he speaks softly. 

“I got these because even though we just started dating, we’ve known each other our whole lives and I can’t imagine the rest of my life being with anyone else but you. I want to continue making memories with you and I want to build my future with you, y/n. so I want us to make a promise that we will always be there for each other.” hoseok looks back up from your hand with a smile on his face as he finishes talking and you quickly lean forward to place a chaste kiss on his lips. “of course I want to spend the rest of my life with you hobi, I promise.” you extend your pinky finger for him to latch onto and he does so with a small laugh, leaning forward to kiss you again. it isn’t until you hear whooping and hollering from outside that you pull away, looking around quickly to spot the source of the noise. hoseok rolls his eyes and leans his head back until it hits the headrest, promptly bringing his hands up to run down his face with a groan. “I knew they were going to follow us here.” he mumbles before his friends arrive at the driver’s side window, smirks plastered on their faces as they show hoseok a big thumbs up. when he turns to unlock the door their expressions all drop, quickly running off into the direction of their own cars in order to escape hoseok’s wrath. you laugh from the passenger's seat as you watch him chase his friends around the parking lot, yelling about how they “need to respect his privacy” and “can’t you guys get your own girlfriend instead of living vicariously through me?!” 

when he finally gets them to leave and has returned to his spot behind the wheel he turns to apologize to you, “as you can see, they were very excited for our valentines plans, and they wanted to see if you would turn me down or something I’m not too sure what they were expecting.” but all you can do is laugh some more and tell him that you didn’t mind, that you thought it was cute his friends wanted to see how things would turn out, and maybe they would finally listen to hobi and stop living as though you were their girlfriend as well.

[xxwritemeastoryxx]

Forgotten Alliance Ch. 31

Author: xxwritemeastoryxx

Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x OC with other parings mentioned throughout.

Word Count: 7.4K

Warnings: Canon Typical things

Author’s Note: As a reminder, FA can be found on ffnet up to chapter 42. I am uploading chapters here on tumblr for convenience. I decided against tagging this until new chapters are posted. If you would like to be tagged please let me know! Chapters are queued and will be posted randomly. Enjoy

Elizabeth didn't stay on the phone with Malakai as long as she had wanted to. There was a lot she needed to catch Malakai up on and doing it over the phone just didn't sit right with her. She promised him that when he returned she would explain everything that happened while he had been gone. Of course she knew he wouldn't remember that she compelled him, but once he got back should give him back the memory of that night that she tries to forget about. It was going to be tough to relive it all, but she had to do it. After she ended the phone call, she sent a quick text to Veronica before falling asleep quickly.

While sleep had come quickly, it didn't feel like she had been asleep for long when she felt someone climbing into the bed with her. She opened one eye to see Hope trying to be as quiet as she possibly could as she made her way over to Elizabeth. From what Elizabeth could tell, it was still early morning and she knew that Hope wouldn't be able to wait until later to get Elizabeth up to go down tot he basement.

Shutting her eye, she stayed still waiting to see what it was that Hope was going to do exactly. Hope had moved as close as she could to Elizabeth without stepping right next to her. A smile formed on the child's lips as she looked down at Elizabeth for a moment before jumping on her back. Elizabeth groaned before she began to laugh.

"Wake up!" Hope said with a grin on her face as she climbed off of Elizabeth and on to the bed.

"I'm up now." Elizabeth said sitting up. "You attacked me in my sleep." She gave a slight pout.

"Mom said I could." Hope's smile widened into a grin.

"Did she now?" Elizabeth began to reach out for Hope but the girl rolled away from Elizabeth. "I am going to get you." She said as she got up off the bed.

Hope's half scream, half laugh had filed Elizabeth's ears as she had grabbed a hold of Hope and tossed her into the middle of the bed.

"Again!" Hope said as she lifted herself back up and ran to Elizabeth. Elizabeth tossed her back on to the bed repeatedly for a few minutes. On the last toss, Hope laid in the middle of the bed breathing hard from laughing so much. "Can we go so see them now?" She asked as she slowly sat up.

"Yeah, we can go now." She said picking Hope off the bed and putting her down on the floor. She watched as Hope ran out of the room and ran her hand through her hair before quickly changing.

Walking out of the room she saw Hope already standing by the basement door, waiting excitedly. Elizabeth smiled at her as she walked over and unlocked the door before taking Hope's hand. They started down the stairs with Hope leading the way. It made Elizabeth laugh with how fast Hope was trying to get down the stairs. It also made Elizabeth realize that Hope had missed her family and wanted nothing more than to visit them.

Walking over to the first casket that was in front of them, Elizabeth lifted the lid. For the last few times that she had been here, she knew that when she lifted that lid she would find Elijah there sleeping. To see Elijah like he was, it always caused Elizabeth's heart to ache a bit. Because of her, he was here and she would always feel guilty for it until they were cured and awake. Things could have been so much different if she had just stayed away.

"Liz." Hope said tugging on Elizabeth's shirt breaking her away from her thoughts.

"Sorry." Elizabeth said as she picked up Hope. "Ready?" She asked as she reached for Elijah's hand.

"Ready!" Hope said excitedly.

Just like the last two times, Elizabeth and Hope found themselves in the grassy field. There was a slight breeze that passed and it had caused both of them to smile. Even though this had only been their third time there, it all seemed so familiar and it felt like another home to them. While it was the siblings only way of survival, to Elizabeth it was an escape from the real world. It was her way of being able to forget what was awaiting for her when she returned. She wasn't sure what it meant to Hope. She thought it was possible just for to be a way to visit the family she couldn't see on a daily basis. But either way, it was the chance to get to see the faces they had both longed to see.

No longer worrying about where Hope was going, she allowed Hope to run free in the field as they made their way towards the house. It brought a smile to Elizabeth's face as she watched Hope run straight for the house. To see that she was excited to be there made it all the more better that they were able to do this. To see that joy in Hope, Elizabeth was glad that Hope had been able to find this loophole in the spell. With out it, Elizabeth wasn't exactly sure if she would ever see that moment of pure joy coming from this little girl. She'd have to store this specific moment for later to show Hayley how happy her daughter was.

Just as before, Freya stepped out on the porch and waited for Elizabeth and Hope to make their way up the steps. Hope's excitement only grew when she saw Freya and she ran towards her.

"Welcome back." Freya said with a smile at both of them as she leaned down to kiss hope on the cheek.

"Aunt Freya!" Hope said with a huge grin on her face. "I missed you."

"I missed you as well." Freya said with her smile turning into a grin. "My goodness you have grown so much." She looked over at Elizabeth for a moment giving her a smile. "Why don't we go inside and see the others?"

"Yes!" Hope said running past Freya to the door and going inside.

"Someone is excited." Freya said chuckling.

"She's been impatiently waiting for a visit." Elizabeth said with a nod. "Part of it would be my fault."

"How so?" Freya asked as she began making her way towards the door.

"It has been a long few weeks. We would have been here yesterday, but I figured we'd wait until today." Elizabeth said with a slight now.

"Everything alright out there?" Freya asked worried.

"For now, all is quiet as it should be." Elizabeth said with smile before they walked into the house.

"and then she took us out for ice cream and we got to have the place all to ourselves." Freya and Elizabeth had just caught the end of Hope's story about her day yesterday. Hope had been sitting on the couch with the others sitting or standing around her.

"It sounds like you three had a lot of fun." Rebekah said with smile.

"We did." Elizabeth said with a nod. "Not to mention the fun we had this morning."

"Oh yeah!" Hope said with a smile. "I woke up Liz by attacking her." Hope sounded proud about that.

"I didn't see it coming." Elizabeth said with a chuckle.

"She probably cheated." Kol said looking over at Elizabeth with a smirk.

"I promised the girl I wouldn't cheat during my visits." Elizabeth said shaking her head with a smile.

"Were you cheating before?" Elijah asked with a smile.

"I may have ran a bit faster than I should have. She called it cheating." Elizabeth said with a shrug as if it was nothing. She definitely wasn't going to mention that she knew Hope was going to jump on her that morning.

"Sounds like cheating to me." Rebekah said as she pulled Hope closer to her and smothered her in love. Everyone had a smile on their face as they heard Hope laughing and trying to get away from Rebekah's smothering.

Once the laughter had stopped, Kol had been the first one out of the room. But before he left, Elizabeth had caught the look he had given her. The look itself had said everything that Kol had probably wanted to say to her. Elizabeth was sure that whatever it was that was on his mind was all negative towards Elizabeth. While everyone else's eyes were on Hope, Elizabeth took a moment to try and collect her thoughts and try not to give any hints that it actually bothered her.

Even though Elizabeth had tired to hide it, Elijah could tell that something had changed in Elizabeth at that moment. He may have not been sure of what it was that may have crossed her mind, but the bond told him that something was in fact off about Elizabeth. He looked over at her just in time to see a smile return to her face before it grew even more when she caught him looking at her.

"I figured you would have been here yesterday." Elijah said to Elizabeth as they stood on the porch watching Hope, Rebekah and Kol play hide and seek in the garden. Elizabeth had promised him that she'd be there in a week when she had managed to pull him into her head.

"I was finishing up a few last minute things." Elizabeth said looking over at Elijah. "And then I decided Hope needed some kind of interaction besides her mom."

"Everything taken care of in the Quarter?" He asked looking over at her.

"Definitely." She said with a nod. "It is quiet for once."

"What about Aurora?" He asked wanting to make sure that things hadn't taken a turn for the worst as they had seemed to be in Elizabeth's dream.

"Dead." She said with a smirk on her face. The smirk had caused Elijah to smile and shake his head for a moment. He should have known that Elizabeth would have done as she said she would. It was still a shock to him that Elizabeth had been able to pull him into her dream.

"And Veronica?" Elijah asked curious to know if she had been safe. A sigh passed her lips and Elijah became worried. He would hate to hear that she had lost another family member because of the enemies they had made.

"She's..." Elizabeth didn't know how to exactly explain Veronica exactly. "breathing."

"I hear a 'but' coming." Elijah said with a raised eyebrow. If Veronica had been breathing and fine he knew Elizabeth would have been happy about it. But what he felt coming from Elizabeth was mixed emotions about it.

"She's been turned." She said with a small nod before looking back to watch Hope tackle Kol to the ground. It was still difficult for Elizabeth to believe that Veronica was now a vampire. Hell she wasn't just a vampire, she was whatever you'd call Elizabeth.

"And her sire?" He asked curiously.

"Me." She said before looking back at him. "She died with my blood in her system."

Elijah's eyes had widen for a moment in shock. "Is she any different?" He was curious to know what differences or similarities the girl may have to Elizabeth. While it amazed him that there was now a line that could possibly grow of this new type of vampire, he was also worried about the possibility of their being a whole sireline becoming a weapon towards the Originals.

Elizabeth laughed. "Different?" She smiled and sighed. "She's got the downside of everything the serum had given me. The eyes, the fangs, the venom and the strength." She shook her head. "And then she's got a touch of Veronica in it all."

"How so?" He asked watching her, glad to see there was a smile on her face as she talked about Veronica.

"She can siphon magic." She said with her smile growing a bit more. "Even though she was turned into the monster that I am, she managed to hold on to the part of her that was everything to her since coming to New Orleans. She can still do magic until her heart is content."

"Elizabeth, you are not a monster." He said shaking his head and taking a step closer to her, taking her hand in his.

"Says the man that is currently in a dream world because I bit him." She said watching him. "You may not think of me as a monster, but I know your brother believes that I am a monster."

"I doubt Niklaus would continue to think that if you are doing everything you can to protect us as well as get the cures for us." Elijah said trying to reassure her that she wasn't the monster she claimed to be.

"I wasn't talking about Klaus." She said shaking her head. She turned her head towards the garden watching as Kol counted and Hope and Rebekah went and hid in the hedges. "I'm talking about Kol."

"Kol?" His eyebrow raised as he looked over at his brother. "Why do you believe that?"

"You didn't see it, Elijah. But it makes so much sense now." She said sighing. "He's never in the same room as me for long. I see the hate in his eyes before he leaves the room. I don't blame him, Elijah. I felt the same way towards him for centuries."

"You hadn't forgiven him for what he had done. " He said with a nod. "That is understandable."

"And he hasn't forgiven me for what I have done, either." She said before looking around. "He has every right to. If it wasn't for me, all of you wouldn't be here."

"We don't know that." He said shaking his head. "We could have very well be here because of Marcel."

Elizabeth couldn't argue with that. They all had seen the prophecy when it had been in Marcel's favor. Things could have been very much the same with Elizabeth on the outside unsure of what to do about anything. But it didn't change the situation they were in. They were still in the dream world and it was because of Elizabeth. It was still hard to see past that for Elizabeth.

"Give him some time." Elijah said bringing Elizabeth's hand up to his lips and kissing it. "He'll come around."

"Ill give him, oh lets say, eight hundred years before he forgives me." Her words caused both of them to laugh for a moment. It had been nice to Elizabeth for her to just laugh for a moment in time. In all honesty, Elizabeth wished things were always the way it was in the dream world. There wasn't anything to really worry about. Of course that was just her opinion. For those that were temporarily residents, they felt a bit differently. "It seems so peaceful here." She said looking out passed the garden.

"It has its perks." Elijah said with a nod. "I prefer the world outside of this spell."

"Want to trade?" Elizabeth said with a small smile. "I think I could use a good nap."

Elijah shook his head smiling at her. "I believe I would have a harder time dealing with this if you were the one inside this spell."

"Oh please, I am sure you would have had me up quicker than I have been able to get things fixed." To Elizabeth that had felt like the truth. Even though she was now what she was, she was still a younger Vampire than most of those that she encountered. Elijah would have easily found everything he needed.

"Lets not find out." He said running his hand through her hair. "I'd hate for there to be something that would make us go through this again."

She sighed watching him. "You know there will be at some point." She wished it wasn't true but it had been there, clear as day, and both of them had seen it.

"We don't know when that is supposed to happen, Elizabeth." Elijah didn't like that they both knew what Jess had seen. He shouldn't have shown Elizabeth the visions that Jess had shown him of her. He hated that she was afraid of a small glimpse of the future.

"But it will happen." She shook her head slightly. "It could be weeks, years, hell it could even be tomorrow for all I know." Elizabeth knew it wasn't that close though. With what visions she allowed Jess to show her, there were things she had to do first and none of them had happened yet. But she couldn't tell him about the other visions Jess had shown her the night everything fell apart. She knew that if she did, it would leave Elijah a worried mess in this dream world. She'd hate for him to be stressed and worried even more than he already was. "I just don't want us to think that after all of this is over that we'll be home free."

Elijah understood what she meant. While he would prefer that particular vision wouldn't happen for several lifetimes, he knew that any point and time things could go the way Jess had seen them. He would ask if Jess's visions ever changed but he already knew the answer to that one. The visions he had seen had happened days after Jess had shown him. They didn't change. The last thing that was waiting for her was that damn door.

"At least tell me what is awaiting you behind that door." He said wanting to know what had her scared. She had been putting it off and he wanted to know this time before she left. "That way when the time comes, while I hope it doesn't, I know what it is that we will have to face."

She placed her hand on his cheek before sighing softly. "Let's take a walk." She said giving him a small smile. "I'd hate for Hope to over hear anything and there be a possibility of having nightmares."

He placed his hand on top of hers before pulling her hand away and held on to it. Nodding, he lead her away from the garden where Hope's laughter could be heard towards the lake that Freya added. While they walked towards it, they didn't say anything. Elizabeth was trying to get her thoughts in order and Elijah could tell she was. The look on her face had told him that she wasn't sure where to start. He brought their joined hands up to his mouth and kissed the back of her hand. She smiled over at him and it seemed to help her with the slight anxious feeling she had from needing to relive the memories she was about to tell him.

"I'd say it was about thirty years ago was when I met Jess." She started. Elijah's eyebrow raised slightly wondering what that had to do with Whitmore. "She was the coven's most protected asset at the time. She was also the most abused asset. I had simply wished to ask her a question about the spell Aya had done." It was at that moment Elijah knew this was the beginning of her story. "She had been afraid that I was just another vampire that wanted to use her power to gain something. I had to prove that it was never my intention. "The both of them continued to walk up and along the lake's dock. "She hadn't been in tune with me yet to see that I wasn't going to use or hurt her. But she knew nothing of what could help me get our bond back. I was about to leave her when I had seen how her coven was treating her. That was when I asked her if she wanted to leave her coven. I had never seen someone agree so quickly before." Elizabeth laughed and shook her head.

"We had managed to live free from her coven for ten years before her brother had found us." Elizabeth stopped for a minute to collect her thoughts. She wanted to find the right words to explain Alex. Elijah knew who he was now, it was just actually a matter of explaining what happened in their past. "First he had showed no reason for us to worry that he would try and take Jess back to their coven. And over a span of a few weeks, I had grown to care for him. And one night was filled with such excitement. It had been a mix of romance, danger, adventure. And yet, it was everything that should have told me to run. But I didn't." She sighed softly. "I had allowed several walls down at that point. And he found things out about me that I had wished I never told him. The next day, he left claiming that he was going to get his things and live on the run with us. We believed him. A few days later, it all went wrong. I absolutely never expected for my freedom to be diminished in just a single moment of opening a door for him."

Elizabeth was almost reliving those emotions again and Elijah could feel them as well. It also brought on his own feelings of anger. Elijah was sure that if he had known the full story, he would have gladly been the one to kill Alex. But Elizabeth had done that on her own and he can still see the image clear as day of Elizabeth ripping his head clean off and showing it to the other vampires that he had lead straight to them. The memory alone would have made him smile but in this moment, he couldn't.

"I was shot with vervain until I went down." Elizabeth continued and Elijah squeezed her hand slightly. She gave him a small smile. "And when I finally went down, I woke up in a cell. I was weak. Along with being injected with vervain, a majority of my blood was drained from my body. It had made it feel a whole lot worse. Being as old as I was, I should have been stronger. But the humans had really found a way to bring down an old vampire." She shook her head at the memory. "The first day I was there, the cell I was in had a kind of a sprinkler system that would spray vervain water out every hour. No matter where I went in that cell to try and get away from it, I couldn't. You can't ever get used to the feeling or the smell of your skin burning. I had never hated a human so much after being there for just one day." The memory itself had caused Elizabeth's eyes to water. She had also showed Elijah a few memories of it. "I wanted to kill Alex and who ever it was that he handed me to. I just wanted to be free from that place and have my revenge on them."

Elijah was going to stop Elizabeth and tell her she no longer needed to continue the story. He hated to hear about the pain and to see it through her memories had made it worse. But part of him still wanted her to continue so he would know who all was responsible for it. He wanted to know if they had in fact been killed by her hands. If not, the moment he awoke from this deep sleep, he would surely be the one to end their lives. If he could do that, it may just prevent what her future held.

"It was foolish of me to think that this was as bad as it was going to get." She continued. "When they dragged me from my cell, they would take me to this room and strap me down to a table. From there it was all up to the doctor's decision on what it was we were there for. That day he just happened to want to study how the sun had affected us. " The images that flashed through her mind at that simple thought, she couldn't bring herself to even say the words that came with the torment. She shook her head trying to get rid of the images but it didn't seem to work. This time she didn't show him the memories. She couldn't bring herself to. She didn't want him to see the torment she had gone through. "It was a continuous thing. Day in and day out the torment continued and it never seemed to end. I thought I was going to die in that place. But he kept us alive for it to continue."

"Eventually it went from the damage of the sun to how quickly our bodies could heal. Organs were pulled from my body just for them to see it being regenerated by my blood." She could hear her own screams ringing in her ears as she thought about it looked up at the sky for a moment. "I eventually got a break from it. I was moved from what I am assuming was Whitmore to one of the Doctor's, Jax, private home. I could barely remember being moved. I was still so weak and at that point, sleep was a way to pass the time. I had gone from one cell to another that was in a basement." She shook her head slightly.

"That was where I found out I was Jax's personal experiment. He would tear me apart and write down all the results in this notebook. He'd take vials of my blood, throw me in the cell and leave for hours, sometimes days. And during those days, I'd try to escape. But with how weak I was, it would make things so much worse. He only gave me enough blood to not desecrate. The hunger I felt was unbearable and all I wanted to do was rip into something. But that is hard to do from the inside of a cell." The thought of that blood lust had actually caused the veins under Elizabeth's eyes to make an appearance.

"Elizabeth, Stop." Elijah said the moment he seen it.

"I'm sorry." She said turning away from him trying to get herself under control. While the actual chances of her hurting Elijah there were pretty slim, she hated the idea of him seeing her that way.

"You don't need to continue this." He said worried about her. He didn't want her to be thinking about the blood lust to just leave from there and give into it outside of the dream world.

"I'm okay." She said turning back to him once she knew she had herself under control. "You'd think after dealing with this for almost 900 years I'd have better control over the whole blood lust thing."

"None of us have it under control." Elijah said with a nod as he watched her.

"Some have it under control more than others." She said as she took a step closer to him. "But I promise I am okay." She nodded hoping that he would believe her.

And he did. To him she seemed to be as calm as she was before she had began her the tale of her past. He could even see it in her eyes, and feel it through the bond, that she had herself together for the time being.

"I understand if you don't wish to continue." He said

"I can still tell you." She said with a small smile. "There are still things you probably should know." The words had caused Elijah's eyebrow to raise.

"Then please do continue." While he did want to know everything, he just hoped that she wouldn't get lost in it all like she just had.

"Getting out had seemed like a long shot, but I managed to do it though." She said before taking a deep breath. "I was locked away for a total of ten years. Over those years I learned a schedule of his. When he was gone for days I would try as much as I could to break free. As creepy as it is, they had annual parties that they would go to just to show off their projects. I had gone to a few of them before. But that year, he didn't take me. I figured that would be my chance to get out. I had acted weaker than what I was hoping that he would leave the cell door open. Unfortunately he didn't. But when he did leave, he forgot to leave the basement door locked as he usually did. I must of heard her heart beating before I even heard the door open. I could tell she was afraid just by the slow steps she had taken down the stairs. She must have been about ten years old. But in that moment, I hadn't cared. I was thirsty and I wanted nothing more than to get out of there.

"At first she wouldn't come near me. She stood there shocked and shaken at what she had just found. I had told her that everything would be okay if she helped me. And she did. She let me out of that cell thinking she was saving me from her dad. That was her mistake though. The moment that cell door was opened, I had her in my arms and my teeth in her neck." A small chill passed through Elizabeth at the thought of taking a child's life. She knew it had been her only way of surviving but it had still bothered her from time to time. "I had figured Jax would have done something else to keep his daughter safe but he hadn't. There was no vervain in her system to stop me from feeding. I drank until she was empty. I locked her body in the cell before making my way up the stairs just so when he found her there he have to struggle to get the cell open just to reach her. I found his wife looking for their daughter. She was panicked and was about to look downstairs when she saw me.

"She knew though. She knew exactly what I was the moment I walked up to her. She fought for a bit until I had enough and dug in. Part of me had just wanted to kill her and go, but the need for blood was stronger." She shook her head slightly. "After I left the house I looked near and far for that man. He must have gone into hiding because he never even showed up to his own family's funeral." She sighed knowing that he was out there still. "To this day, I never found him."

Knowing that had given Elijah some hope that once he was out of this dream world he'd find this man and kill him slowly for putting Elizabeth through it all. He knew it would make both of them feel better about knowing that he was dead. And to Elijah it would add to the hope that if he killed Jax that for whatever reason Elizabeth needed to go to Whitmore it would be for a completely different reason.

"After not being able to find Jax, I moved on to look for Alex. But that had been way to easy. It was like he wanted me to find him or he some how found out that I had escaped and was coming for him. I just didn't know that he had already drank a vial of my blood that he had gotten from Jax. I remember him begging me not to kill him but I hadn't listened. The only thought in my head was I wanted to see his heart in my hands. And I did just that. It was months after I had killed him that he found me again. That had both scared me and amazed me at the same time. But after the shock of it, I almost killed him again, but left him with a warning instead. I told him that if he were to ever cross my path again, I would kill him on the spot without thinking twice. I had just gotten myself back to how I wanted to be without the blood lust controlling me. If I killed him, I knew that I would feel some kind of thrill in it and would seek more. But instead I let him go. The next time I saw him was the night I killed Marcel."

"But you didn't kill him." Elijah noted.

"Jess had asked me not to." She said with a shrug. "I had my hand wrapped around his heart that night about ready to pull it from his chest when Jess came and said he had been there to help. I should have just killed him all those years ago. Things could have gone so differently."

"None of it is your fault." Elijah said shaking his head. "We were already dealing with the prophecy. Nothing was going to change if this was where we were meant to be."

She scoffed. "If this is where we were meant to be at in this moment, the universe is very cruel."

Elijah laughed shaking his head before a thought crossed his mind. "If things had played differently where you weren't what you are and my family and I were no longer here, where would you be?" Call it curiosity for Elijah. He was still trying to know every detail of Elizabeth's mind.

Elizabeth looked down at the water for a moment. She knew exactly where she would be. "A completely different country. " She admitted. "I would have left New Orleans and never looked back. You would think that after all this time of being around death, I would have been used to it. But whenever it comes to anyone I care about, death is harder and I can't seem to accept that they are gone."

After hearing those words, realization had hit him. "Your human was the reason you were in Paris, wasn't it." She only nodded her answer. "Do you ever go back to that diner?" He asked. "I'm sure you two had memories there." Even though Elijah wanted to know, he now hated the thought that Elizabeth was ever with anyone else.

"No." She said shaking her head softly. "I never go back to those places. I like to keep my distance."

"Why?" He asked curiously.

"They are just reminders that I will live through many centuries outliving loved ones while I cannot do anything about it." She shrugged slightly. "While life is supposed to go on even though I have killed many and many of those I loved have died, I just cant seem to go back to those places. Even if it has been centuries or even just years that things have happened. I can't even step with in a hundred mile radius of it."

Elijah looked down for a moment before looking back at Elizabeth. "Would you have left after Davina's death?"

"I wanted to." She said with a nod. "I really did. Sitting there in those few minutes before Malakai showed up to Marcel's loft, I was thinking about leaving. I figured I would tell you that I was going to need some kind of space for a bit. That the time I needed to forgive you was better spent away from New Orleans." She shrugged slightly. "But things changed and while I learned about Marcel's plan, part of me wanted to eagerly accept to just turn it off and not feel anything."

"You must have known that there would have been a chance with your emotions off that you wouldn't want to help us." Elijah had thought about if from time to time wondering why Elizabeth still stuck around to help them instead of not caring like any other vampire did when they had their emotions off. But then again that had been towards when she was about to flip her switch back on.

Elizabeth chuckled slightly. "When I left the loft that night, it was to find Jess. I had so many thoughts running through my head after I turned off my emotions. One of them being that I needed to get to Jess for her ability to keep me on track. I had promised myself before I turned it off that I would help stop Marcel. Humanity or not, that man needed to be stopped." She shook her head slightly thinking back to those few days. "I was selfish during my time with my humanity off, Elijah." She admitted. Elijah could feel the guilt that she was starting to feel. It was hard to miss it with how Elizabeth was filled with guilt thinking back to those few days. "I wanted that damn serum for myself just to have and to feel the power it would give me."

Those words had shocked Elijah. While part of him knew she would take the serum, he never it was just because she had wanted it for herself. He always thought it was a plan to hopefully counteract the prophecy. He shook his head slightly. "That wasn't you, Elizabeth. Without our humanity we are just the creatures we are."

"And the creature I was with out my mine wanted the serum for herself that she burned Vincent's only spell to extract it." If she hadn't burned the spell, Elizabeth would have had the serum extracted from herself the moment her humanity had been back on and had it destroyed. "She was the one that somehow managed to convince Jess that it was the right thing to stop her heart long enough for the serum to work. She did everything opposite of what I wanted."

Elijah knew that anyone without their humanity would do things they wouldn't normally do with their emotions back on. Elizabeth wasn't an exception to that. She was prone to having her darker side take over and do as she pleased. To be honest, Elijah hated that side of her. He had been so used to seeing the compassionate side of her throughout her life. He didn't want to believe that she really wanted to be what she was now.

"What had been your plan for everything?" He asked curious to hear what it was that she really wanted to do.

"My plan had been to show Marcel that I did flip the switch for a few days, to show him that I was only thinking about myself, which I was. Then, extract the serum and leave it with you and turn my emotions back on. And to be honest, after that I was going to leave town. But, that all changed the moment I held the damn thing in my hand. Jess knew exactly what was going to happen and she did nothing to dissuade me from the new plans I was making."

"She knew the whole time, didn't she?" He asked already knowing the answer. "She knew from the moment you walked up to her door that we would be here."

"She knows more now." She said with a shrug.

"Do you ever ask to see the new visions?" He asked wanting to know if she knew more about her future than what she was telling him.

"No." She said shaking her head. "Beside what I have already seen, I don't want to know anything else. It is better to be left in the dark about certain things."

"You are absolutely right about that." He said with a nod. Seeing the visions from the prophecy as well as the visions Jess had seen about Elizabeth had made things difficult. They were now worrying about a future that would take time to get to. But even then it was going to be leaving them always wondering if things would happen that day, if not what would it happen tomorrow.

While Elizabeth knew what the future held, she didn't know how long it would be to get there. She never asked for the details. She knew that if she knew the time frame of when things would happen it would drive her crazy looking for what she needed to do just to be done with it all. It was why she stopped asking to see the visions. Every time she did, details became clearer and it made her feel crazy waiting for things to happen.

"I honestly just want to live in the present for a while." She said with a small smile. "Worrying what is or isn't supposed to happen is just too stressful."

"Then we wont discuss what is to come anymore." He said taking a step closer to her. "You can take it day by day and I'll go visit by visit."

Elizabeth laughed. "So you'll be living vicariously though me then?"

"That would be the plan, for now." He said smiling at her. "Until we both can take it day by day."

"I like that plan." She said smiling back at him. A thought crossed her mind and smirked grew on her lips.

"What did you just think about?" Elijah asked knowing the look on her face.

"Visit by visit right?" She asked trying not to let him into her thoughts. "To say that you've done something in this dream world besides sit around and worry?"

"Right." He said with a raised eyebrow. He wasn't sure exactly what was on her mind or what she had planned.

"How about a swim?" She asked as she took a few steps towards him before pushing him off the dock. The look on his face as he fell in had caused her to laugh for a moment before she jumped in herself.

[bloodiedskirtts]

Come Under the Covers (Bucky x Reader)

Summary:  Bucky and Y/N have been in a relationship since you were teenagers but he hasn’t told you he’s been enlisted. Unbeknownst to you Bucky has planned your perfect last night before he ships out the next morning. 

Inspired by Come Under the Covers by Walk the Moon

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: Fluff. Lil bit of angst. SFW smut (?)

A/N: This is my first attempt at writing one of these reader inserts, But I’ve been inspired recently so why not? 

Feedback is always appreciated! Thanks for reading. I hope you guys like it! Credit to gif owner

Bucky shoved the letter into the pocket of his pants he had slipped into before getting the mail. It didn’t take him long to realise what he had received that faithful morning. There it was in black and white - conscripted. To fight another man’s war in another man’s country.

It’s not as if he didn’t want to go and fight for his country, of course he did. He would make his country proud like every other man, But when he saw her smile as she woke up that morning his stomach dropped. How could he tell her that he was going to the front? How could he leave her?

Wiggling out of the bedsheets, Y/N wrapped her arm around her fiance’s shoulders, brushing light kisses across his jawline in a lazy fashion. He loved how she wished him good morning and usually he would push her back onto their bed.

‘Hey, Y/N let’s do something tonight?’ he breathed out his eyes falling to the ground as he awaited her response.

She giggled against his neck, nodding her head letting her messy hair fall into over Bucky’s shoulder. Her hair was like a bird’s nest every morning as she spent the night tossing and turning - mostly kicking Bucky.

‘What’cha got in mind, Buck?’ she asked as she pulled away and began getting ready for her day ahead. First things first, tame her mane!

Before he could answer, she jumped on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck causing his skin to lift into goosebumps. God, did he love her.

‘Lemme guess,’ she giggled, her eyes filled with joy as fiddled with the sleeve of his undershirt. He hadn’t bothered putting on a shirt just yet and she would never complain as she took in his broad shoulders and toned arms.

‘You’re gonna take me to that bar and then we’ll go dancin’,’ she asked, a cheeky smirk pulling on her rosy lips.

This caused Bucky to snort, she always thought she had him figured out. And usually she did. From before Bucky could remember, Y/N knew exactly what he was thinking at every moment. They had met when they were only tots in their tenement building. Bucky had lived with his family on the fifth floor and she had lived the floor above him with her mother.

They soon became fast friends, adding skinny Steve Rogers to the mix later on. And when they realised that their friendship had grown into something more, Bucky had asked Y/N to be his girl and neither of them had looked back, much to the delight to everyone around them. It seemed that everyone knew that they were in love before they had figured it out themselves!

Just a handful of months before America got involved with the war effort, Bucky had gotten down on one knee and asked his girl to become his wife. Obviously she had said yes and they couldn’t have been happier. Y/N had began planning the wedding, even if it wasn’t going to be a grand day it was going to be their day. And that was all she wanted.

But that all seemed like a pipe dream now that Bucky had gotten his orders. If only he could keep her distracted for one more day - show her how much he loved her. Especially if he never made it back to her.

‘No, we’re gonna go to that Stark Expo thing,’ he retorted. ‘Go on, check the kitchen table the tickets should be there.’

She pressed a quick kiss to his lips before hopping off his lap and racing to the kitchen - not before Bucky managed to land a quick smack to her pert bum, causing her to yelp out in shock, more than in pain. He gave her a smirk as she threw a fake scowl at him.

As Bucky got dressed he could hear her excitement in the kitchen and for the first time that day Bucky had genuinely smiled.

After work, she returned to the apartment she shared with her husband-to-be and sometimes his best friend, Steve, to make sure she was looking perfect for her hot date with Bucky Barnes. No matter how many dates she went on with him, she still always wanted to look like it was their first. She rouged her cheeks, knowing that even if she arrived in her nightgown, with her hair a mess and not a lick of makeup, Bucky would still tell her she was the most beautiful woman in the whole damned place.

When she slipped into her favourite red polka dot dress, Bucky was there to tell her she looked absolutely stunning and twirl her round in their kitchen. Her skirt twirled up around her thighs and her hair flew around her face as she giggled. His words caused her face to flush, and Bucky pulled her in for a kiss. He would miss her lips on his when he was on the front. His tongue snaked into her mouth, causing a soft moan to leave her chest. For a moment Bucky thought of scrapping the whole plan and spend the rest of the evening and night making love to her.

But he pulled away leaving her lipstick smeared around her mouth, and he knew that he the red makeup on his face too. He smiled down at her as he brushed his thumb over the lipstick, trying to clean it up around her mouth. She grabbed her compact and it wasn’t long until they were both presentable again.

Bucky was too pre-occupied trying to memorise every inch of her face as she watched the spectacle that Stark had put on. 

‘Got on crush on Howard there? Should I be worried?’ Bucky teased in her ear, as she couldn’t take her eyes from the man presenting up on stage. The proximity of his lips to her ear caused her to shiver.

‘Don’t be stupid, ya idiot,’ she returned, spinning around to face him. It was truly rare for Bucky’s breath to be taken away but looking down at her as her eyes were wide with excitement, her hair falling out of the bobby pins she had pinned it with earlier and her cheeks flushed, his breath caught in his throat. He was absolutely, irrevocably in love with the woman standing in front of him. 

‘I love you, Y/N, you know that right?’ he said, lifting his hands to cup her cheeks. 

She nuzzled her cheek into his hands which covered both sides of her face, ‘Buck, ‘course I do. I love ya too.’

Her eyes locked on yours and for a moment he noted the questioning look in them. She knew something was up with him, but she didn’t question it and he was grateful for it. He had already written a letter for her to tell here where he had gone, but he couldn’t tell her, not to her face. Not right now. He couldn’t face how she would look at him.

‘Let’s go home,’ she mumbled, her eyes scanning his face. She knew his face like the back of her hand after spending her entire life by his side.

She had grown up with James Barnes, he was always leading her into the greatest adventures she had even gone on. Since she was old enough to remember, it was always her and Bucky against the world.

‘You always tell me about how you love our adventures. So let’s go on the biggest adventure. Come on doll, what’cha say? Be my wife?’ Bucky had asked and she had said yes.

Her eyes moved back to his as she returned to the moment when he asked her was she sure she didn’t want to go dancing.

‘We’ve gone dancing so much, Bucky. I think we can give it a miss tonight,’ she responded. ‘Let’s go home. You can dance with me there.’

She knew something was wrong as they walked back to their apartment, she wasn’t stupid. But if Bucky wanted to pretend that he wasn’t in pain, she would let him continue. She knew that Bucky would never lie to her to hurt her. She knew that, so whatever it was it was something that he couldn’t control. Something that he thought he was protecting her from. She shook her head softly, knowing that Bucky was far too over-protective of her, she could take whatever he had to say.

Bucky brought her into a kiss as soon as she had pulled off her coat and she didn’t object. She simply wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, letting her fingers explore the muscles under his shirt - the shoulders she had held for years now. She didn’t know why but something was telling her to memorise this moment. When he pulled away, he looked down at her, blue eyes full of love but sadness seeped into the endless pools.

Y/N smiled up at him, caressing his cheek with your thumb, ‘How about that dance, Bucky?’

It didn’t take long for him to set up their record player and for their favourite song to come leaking through the apartment. Kicking off her shoes, Bucky gripped her waist bringing her close for their slow dance.

She didn’t know how long they danced for or when the dance turned to passionate, desperate kisses. Bucky’s fingers threaded through her hair, pulling her dress down.

Bucky’s hands wandered her body all night, lips brushing skin as if in worship and her body was the prayer, as her head fell back in pleasure. Their bodies entangled together all night, until sweaty and exhausted they fell asleep.

Although Y/N was dead to the world, Bucky’s sleep was restless. Finally he was forced to pull away from the love of his life. Before he got out of bed, he kissed her forehead once more. Just one more time, before he had to go.

‘I love you. Wait for me. I’ll come back for you, I don’t care how long it takes,’ he mumbled against your hair.

‘You don’t think I’ll forget about you, doll. We’re getting married. Without you I don’t know myself. There is no James Barnes without Y/N. There just cannot be. So no matter what happens out there, I’ll be back for you. And I’ll be with you even if I can’t be by your side. Just, please, just wait for me.’

He slipped out of bed, dressed in his uniform and took the letter he had written for her on her locker before slipping out of the door.

When she reached out to the other side of the bed, she realised Bucky was gone. And it wasn’t long for her to figure out the apartment was empty. Her eyes locked on the letter and her stomach was instantly filled with a dead weight. Her worst nightmare was confirmed as she read his words - simple but effective. 

She ached for him as she waited the days out, dreaming for the day that he would return. He had promised that the day he returned they would get married.

And she would wait for him to return - no matter how long that took.

[elizabethcariasa]

Toddler Feeding Essentials: 18 months

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Can we first talk about Otis’ tiny cute smile and those long flowing hair locks?!?! HOW CUTE IS HE. It’s always wild even looking back at photos from 1 month ago because he is just growing so fast. I love sharing bits and pieces of Otis’ journey through the world with you and feeding has been a popular topic. I last updated you on baby feeding tips and baby led weaning and starting solid foods here. At almost 18 months (next week!) there isn’t much that Otis won’t eat. He’s always been pretty adventurous when it comes to food and really has a zest for it. Mealtime is one of my favorites that we get to sit down and spend quality time together. Our breakfast chats over coffee are my favorite way to start the day. Sometimes we even share a meal with Otis’ grandparents and get to video them in while eating. So it’s become a really special little chunk of time for all us. Otis loves his eggs, fruit and waffles in the morning and is currently on a yogurt smoothy kick! His favorite fruit is currently blueberries and loves when Blake make’s bbq chicken on the grill. He is obsessed with brocollini and I think the only thing he has refused to eat because of the flavor is kale. And you know what, I don’t blame him. HA! I find such joy watching him eat and enjoy and excited to share all the items we are using and loving now.

Toddler Feeding Essentials: 18 months

1 grabease baby utensils: These have been out favorite utensils for Otis. The come recommended by occupational therapists and I love the choke protection shield to make sure they can’t swallow them. The handles are very ergonomic for his little hands and because they are shorter it’s easier for him to get the food into his mouth. We use both the fork and spoon and also own their toothbrush that we love as well.

2. stokke tripp trapp highchair: This high chair is pricey but we were lucky to have someone get it for us off our baby registry. I will say I think it’s worth every penny after using it for 1.5 years already. What I love is that it is super easy to clean and wipe down. Some of the pieces are dishwasher safe which also makes my life easier. Another amazing thing is that is very adjustable. So the chair is able to grow with baby from the newborn stages to toddler. The foot rest board is adjustable so it keeps them comfortable while they eat. Imagine sitting at a bar stool with no foot rest?? So many high chairs don’t have adjustable foot rests and this is a game changer. Also it’s aesthetically pleasing and blends in with our decor which is always an added bonus. I often get questions on how I keep the straps clean and the chair white. My secret is using a bib (for the most part) to cover the straps. Also I clean and white the chair down after every use. The chair has a great tray but now that Otis is older, we love that we can push this highchair to the table to have him really be part of each meal and eat together.

3. lollaland lollacup: We use this cup as a water cup for all of Otis’ meals. What I love about it is the handle detaches and the straw is made up of 2 very easy to clean pieces. I love the handles since he often tends to throw his water cup around at meal time so the handle portion makes it stable on the table. You can also use the cup without the handles too. It does leak a little bit out of the straw when it’s thrown off the table, but the spillage is not bad at all.

4. gathre bib: I love how easy this bib is to just scrub in the sink. The snaps are pretty sturdy so he can’t rip it off.

5. ezpz happy mat placemat: This is one of my favorite things. I often get asked how well this mat stays on the table. I will be honest, Otis can rip any plate off. Any plate. That being said, this was been my favorite for him because of its massive footprint, it’s harder for him to peel it off so it buys me some more time before he throws it all onto the floor. Sticks well for us and love that it keeps more mess off the table. It does take up alot of room storage wise but it’s basically always in our drying rack since we use it for every meal. Also it’s dishwasher friendly which is a big plus!

6. oxo tot transitions straw cup: This has been our favorite cup for Otis’ milk. Sometimes he has milk with his meals now that he is getting older and we use this cup. I tried a bunch and I love this one because the straw itself is VERY easy to clean. It’s essential. Also you can add a handle if need be or use it without. They spill a little bit for me when thrown but not a ton. So it’s not spill-proof but pretty decent.

7. contigo kids water bottle: I picked these up and they have been easy to use for Otis. I took him to the store and made sure he was able to push the button to release the straw and he had no problems. I like being able to see how much water is in the bottle and these were the most simple patterned ones I could find.

8. inglesina fast table chair: This is one of our favorite travel highchairs. It easily clips onto most tables or bars. We brought this to restaurants when Otis was too small for the ones they provide there. I also love to bring this to a friends house so that we can clip it onto the dining room table and have dinner together. For our everyday, we have it clipped onto our kitchen island for when I need to give Otis a quick snack in the kitchen and unload the dishwasher or clean up a little.

9. hiccapop omniboost travel booster seat with tray: This has been a gem and such a great creative solution for a highchair on the go inside and outside. We have used it in hotels (pictured above) and also bring it to parks, the beach etc when we want to sit Otis down and have a snack. It has an amazing little tray that attaches to the seat so it creates a nice little on the go environment. It’s so tiny and we just keep it in our car so in a pinch we have it with us to use.

10. Contigo Spill-Proof Kids Tumbler with Straw: These have been a favorite water cup and live up to their spill-proof name. For the most part, when tipped over it truly is spill-proof. Of course when it get’s really hot, I have noticed the water will bubble up the straw and spill out. But we love it and have a few. Also love that I can see the liquid level and the straws are super easy to clean in just 2 pieces.

11. contigo 13oz stainless steel kids autospout water bottle: This is similar to the clear water bottles but this is a good insulated version to bring to the park with us.

12. bapron bib: I LOVE these bibs because Otis can not rip them off. You put their arms through and tie behind their back so they really can’t take it off. These are machine washable which are amazing. I will say I wasn’t diligent washing them enough and really scrubbing after every meal and they can get a little smelly. So make sure to remember to give them a machine wash to keep them from getting smelly.

13. ezpz mini mat: This is the smaller version of the bigger mat we have. I have a few of these and I bring them to restaurants or use them when I don’t need my big mat. Super easy to clean and also dishwasher friendly.

14. skiphop zoo insulated food jar: I love to use this insulated jar for cold or hot foods from home on the go. I mostly use for cold foods and use it to stow cut up fruit etc.

15. munchkin snack catcher cup: Otis loves his snacks and I have a million snack cups. This is one of my favorites.

16. skiphop zoo snack cup: Another favorite snack cup because the animal designs are adorable and the lid is attached which makes for less food spilling all over the place.

As a reminder I have discount code for the Feeding Littles feeding courses which I bought and used for Otis. I can not say enough good things about them. They are such an incredible resource for feeding ideas and tips especially for Toddlers. They were kind enough to offer $10 off either course with code: EATSLEEPWEAR since I blab on and on about them constantly

It was such a valuable resource for us personally (and continues to be) and I am sure that it’s what has helped us nurture the adventurous little eater Otis is today.

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Can we first talk about Otis’ tiny cute smile and those long flowing hair locks?!?! HOW CUTE IS HE. It’s always wild even looking back at photos from 1 month ago because he is just growing so fast. I love sharing bits and pieces of Otis’ journey through the world with you and feeding has been a popular topic. I last updated you on baby feeding tips and baby led weaning and starting solid foods here. At almost 18 months (next week!) there isn’t much that Otis won’t eat. He’s always been pretty adventurous when it comes to food and really has a zest for it. Mealtime is one of my favorites that we get to sit down and spend quality time together. Our breakfast chats over coffee are my favorite way to start the day. Sometimes we even share a meal with Otis’ grandparents and get to video them in while eating. So it’s become a really special little chunk of time for all us. Otis loves his eggs, fruit and waffles in the morning and is currently on a yogurt smoothy kick! His favorite fruit is currently blueberries and loves when Blake make’s bbq chicken on the grill. He is obsessed with brocollini and I think the only thing he has refused to eat because of the flavor is kale. And you know what, I don’t blame him. HA! I find such joy watching him eat and enjoy and excited to share all the items we are using and loving now.

Toddler Feeding Essentials: 18 months

1 grabease baby utensils: These have been out favorite utensils for Otis. The come recommended by occupational therapists and I love the choke protection shield to make sure they can’t swallow them. The handles are very ergonomic for his little hands and because they are shorter it’s easier for him to get the food into his mouth. We use both the fork and spoon and also own their toothbrush that we love as well.

2. stokke tripp trapp highchair: This high chair is pricey but we were lucky to have someone get it for us off our baby registry. I will say I think it’s worth every penny after using it for 1.5 years already. What I love is that it is super easy to clean and wipe down. Some of the pieces are dishwasher safe which also makes my life easier. Another amazing thing is that is very adjustable. So the chair is able to grow with baby from the newborn stages to toddler. The foot rest board is adjustable so it keeps them comfortable while they eat. Imagine sitting at a bar stool with no foot rest?? So many high chairs don’t have adjustable foot rests and this is a game changer. Also it’s aesthetically pleasing and blends in with our decor which is always an added bonus. I often get questions on how I keep the straps clean and the chair white. My secret is using a bib (for the most part) to cover the straps. Also I clean and white the chair down after every use. The chair has a great tray but now that Otis is older, we love that we can push this highchair to the table to have him really be part of each meal and eat together.

3. lollaland lollacup: We use this cup as a water cup for all of Otis’ meals. What I love about it is the handle detaches and the straw is made up of 2 very easy to clean pieces. I love the handles since he often tends to throw his water cup around at meal time so the handle portion makes it stable on the table. You can also use the cup without the handles too. It does leak a little bit out of the straw when it’s thrown off the table, but the spillage is not bad at all.

4. gathre bib: I love how easy this bib is to just scrub in the sink. The snaps are pretty sturdy so he can’t rip it off.

5. ezpz happy mat placemat: This is one of my favorite things. I often get asked how well this mat stays on the table. I will be honest, Otis can rip any plate off. Any plate. That being said, this was been my favorite for him because of its massive footprint, it’s harder for him to peel it off so it buys me some more time before he throws it all onto the floor. Sticks well for us and love that it keeps more mess off the table. It does take up alot of room storage wise but it’s basically always in our drying rack since we use it for every meal. Also it’s dishwasher friendly which is a big plus!

6. oxo tot transitions straw cup: This has been our favorite cup for Otis’ milk. Sometimes he has milk with his meals now that he is getting older and we use this cup. I tried a bunch and I love this one because the straw itself is VERY easy to clean. It’s essential. Also you can add a handle if need be or use it without. They spill a little bit for me when thrown but not a ton. So it’s not spill-proof but pretty decent.

7. contigo kids water bottle: I picked these up and they have been easy to use for Otis. I took him to the store and made sure he was able to push the button to release the straw and he had no problems. I like being able to see how much water is in the bottle and these were the most simple patterned ones I could find.

8. inglesina fast table chair: This is one of our favorite travel highchairs. It easily clips onto most tables or bars. We brought this to restaurants when Otis was too small for the ones they provide there. I also love to bring this to a friends house so that we can clip it onto the dining room table and have dinner together. For our everyday, we have it clipped onto our kitchen island for when I need to give Otis a quick snack in the kitchen and unload the dishwasher or clean up a little.

9. hiccapop omniboost travel booster seat with tray: This has been a gem and such a great creative solution for a highchair on the go inside and outside. We have used it in hotels (pictured above) and also bring it to parks, the beach etc when we want to sit Otis down and have a snack. It has an amazing little tray that attaches to the seat so it creates a nice little on the go environment. It’s so tiny and we just keep it in our car so in a pinch we have it with us to use.

10. Contigo Spill-Proof Kids Tumbler with Straw: These have been a favorite water cup and live up to their spill-proof name. For the most part, when tipped over it truly is spill-proof. Of course when it get’s really hot, I have noticed the water will bubble up the straw and spill out. But we love it and have a few. Also love that I can see the liquid level and the straws are super easy to clean in just 2 pieces.

11. contigo 13oz stainless steel kids autospout water bottle: This is similar to the clear water bottles but this is a good insulated version to bring to the park with us.

12. bapron bib: I LOVE these bibs because Otis can not rip them off. You put their arms through and tie behind their back so they really can’t take it off. These are machine washable which are amazing. I will say I wasn’t diligent washing them enough and really scrubbing after every meal and they can get a little smelly. So make sure to remember to give them a machine wash to keep them from getting smelly.

13. ezpz mini mat: This is the smaller version of the bigger mat we have. I have a few of these and I bring them to restaurants or use them when I don’t need my big mat. Super easy to clean and also dishwasher friendly.

14. skiphop zoo insulated food jar: I love to use this insulated jar for cold or hot foods from home on the go. I mostly use for cold foods and use it to stow cut up fruit etc.

15. munchkin snack catcher cup: Otis loves his snacks and I have a million snack cups. This is one of my favorites.

16. skiphop zoo snack cup: Another favorite snack cup because the animal designs are adorable and the lid is attached which makes for less food spilling all over the place.

As a reminder I have discount code for the Feeding Littles feeding courses which I bought and used for Otis. I can not say enough good things about them. They are such an incredible resource for feeding ideas and tips especially for Toddlers. They were kind enough to offer $10 off either course with code: EATSLEEPWEAR since I blab on and on about them constantly

It was such a valuable resource for us personally (and continues to be) and I am sure that it’s what has helped us nurture the adventurous little eater Otis is today.

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: Sinning Never Felt So Good : Chapter One : katyasbingowings

AN: a religious Matt and defiantly not religious Jason, mainly Pearlet with some cute lil Biadore and Trixya moments, hope you enjoy! :)

Matt would marry Jesus, if he had not been a male of course, or dead. Basically, Matt was your classic bible-loving, goody-two-shoes - one of the few students who attended St.Annes voluntarily, instead of being sent here to solve his delinquency. When he waved off his loving mother, Eve, and priest of a father, Adam (don’t ask), he giddily scanned his surroundings. Now, what Matt was expecting was equally thrilled peers, all ecstatic to be in such a religious and wonderful environment, cross necklaces, knee length skirts, the whole sha-bang. What Matt wasn’t expecting was an aura of pure misery, disgruntled goodbyes from both conflicted parents and children alike, at least four fellow students breathing out tar and nicotine, and defiantly not a brooding, long-haired figure examining him from afar - he could practically sense the dark-eyed gaze pierce his skin.

The skittish boy quickly focused his attention on the pebbled ground beneath him, now extremely self-aware of his actions and embarrassed that he was being watched - he could already tell that the boy was trouble (to be honest, Matt didn’t trust anyone who wore ripped jeans in the cold, it was simply illogical) and didn’t want their eye contact to be an invitation for interaction. When he glanced back up, the boy was gone, and Matt sighed in relief.

“Good arvo everyone! I’m Sister Courtney, follow me you bunch of you scamps and we’ll get you sorted out in no time!” Matt couldn’t help but giggle at the Australian slang that left everybody momentarily baffled, hearing some try to imitate - and completely butcher - the strong accent, before everyone eventually filled into the impressively large main hall. He was handed his timetable, a list of rules, and a key to his dorm. ‘BLOCK C - ROOM 4’: his new home.

Accompanied by a smile that hadn’t left Matt’s face since he arrived, the brunette practically skipped along to his new quarters, unlocking the door and bursting through with an overwhelming amount of enthusiasm. The first thing he noticed was the two single beds, quickly realising that he would be sharing the bedroom with a complete stranger, the idea somewhat worried the young one, but as a good Christian Matt would welcome his new friend with open arms. Beginning to unpack, the naive boy prayed he would be paired with someone nice, they’d say grace together each morning and night, share bread, and do whatever other religious nonsense running though the poor boy’s mind.

***

Jason wanted three things in life: a carton of cigarettes, designer clothes and a free pass at life. With a personality perfectly fit for reality TV, and a face for it too (as he would tell you), him and St.Annes didn’t seem like the ideal match. For one, he was far from religious, convinced he’d begin frothing at the mouth if he even stepped within fifty feet of a church. He wasn’t frothing yet, so at least that’s a positive. ‘Out of all the boarding schools they could have sent me to, why did it have to be one that bust a nut over the Old Testament’, Jason sighed at his thoughts and examined the endless list of rules that he was not planning on biding by.

While Matt had paid zero attention to the rule list, having already researched all the guidelines weeks in advance (his nightmare would be disrespecting the school on his first day after all), Jason viewed them in disgust:

1. No smoking
 2. No drugs or other illegal substances 
3. No alcohol 
4. No visible piercings 
5. No leaving dorms after curfew
 6. No sexual activity 
7. No leaving the school grounds 
8. No chewing gum
 9. Uniform must be worn at all times during school hours
 10. No excessive makeup

Before he even finished the figurative novel of restrictions in front of him, a swamp-green haired female voiced his own thoughts, “this is bullshit.” Pretty much summed it all up.

“I second that,” Jason agreed, now fully examining the oddity beside him. She was tall, easily towering above him, the black knee-high heels probably helped that fact, but Jason knew he’d still be looking up at her even with them off. The mermaid-esque creature was also doused in various shades of glitter, as if she bathed in the shiny flakes before leaving the house. She was basically a mix between a cartoon character and doll, which both intrigued and amused Jason.

She turned towards his voice, smiling widely, joyed to discover a fellow punk-rock, party-lover who was ready to throw these rules aside and actually make their time in this shithole an enjoyable one. “I’m Adore!”

“Adore? We’re your parents high when naming you or did they just hate you?” Jason cackled, blatantly demonstrating his lack of filter, luckily Adore was too high (on life and life alone) to care about Jason’s rude demeanour.

“Well my parents named me Danny, but I thought Adore was a more suited for a mythical beauty from another world like myself,” she adjusted her shorts that had began to ride up, somehow higher than they already were, and continued bantering with her new friend. Jason introduced himself also, and the two quickly realised they had both been banished to St.Annes under the same reasoning: smoking, partying and sucking dick. The twosome were shedding tears of laughter after this realisation, earning strange looks from a silver-haired boy clutching onto a leather- bound bible with dear life, and a disgruntled demand to shush from Sister Courtney.

After a solid ten minutes the pair had calmed down, Adore pulled a cigarette from her bra, gestured to the door as an invitation, though Jason just shook his head. “I’m gonna check out my roomie, make sure he’s not a psycho bible-basher,” the dark-haired boy explained, “and to check if he’s cute,” he added with a wink. Adore dismissed him by merely stating ‘party’ and strolling off.

***

Matt was a stickler for rules, and they were specifically instructed to find their rooms and get unpacked immediately, so when his roomie was still vacant after a generous half an hour, Matt knew the pairing were not going to be compatible. He, however, had already changed into the uniform provided, reread the rules twice - just to make sure, and secured his own personal cross above his bed.

Dinner was in an hour, and just as Matt’s frustration over a lack of company grew, the door opened. Opened was a loose term, thrown would probably suit the action better, as the door slammed into the wall with such a force that Matt’s treasured cross was knocked onto the soft comforter below. Matt released an almost comical gasp, immediately rushing over to fix it back in its rightful place, all while Jason stared at the boy.

At that moment, Jason went through a spiral of emotions. His venture began with amusement, what could he say, this vulnerable religious boy cooing over a mere cross was considerably amusing. Then annoyance, realising that he was forced to room with a stuck-up freak whose kink was the bible - he brought his own cross from home, who brings more crosses to a bloody religious school, it’s not like they needed anymore. Though Jason could just about put up with all of that, as that boy was unbelievably attractive and Jason was easily won over (that’s a nicer way of phrasing that Matt’s face alone made him undeniably ‘excited’).

‘God I haven’t talked to you, like at all, maybe that one time when I broke my leg and thought I was going to die, but that’s beside the point. I want to send my most grateful thanks for creating that boy’s face, that is all. A-to-the-fuckin-men.’

Matt immediately recognised his new roommate as the boy who had stared him down earlier, the one who must have cold knees from the impractical rips in his trousers, and to be honest, the milky-skinned creature observing him again made him undeniably agitated. Though the bible preached finding the positive aspects in everybody you encounter, so he had no choice but to give the obvious delinquent the benefit of the doubt. “Hello there, I’m Matt! I guess we’ll be roommates for a while, so we best get used to each other!”

To Jason, this was a higher dose of enthusiasm than he could handle, so he merely muttered ‘Jason’ and threw himself onto the leftover, unclaimed mattress. Every time Matt’s peppy voice piped up, Jason merely grunted in reply, and eventually fell asleep to a truly fascinating tale about a pregnant choir singer.

“And so she was in the middle of the chorus, and her water broke, right there in the middle of church, and -”

***

Jason was disgusted by what this church considered food, so with a plate stacked with cross shaped tator-tots, he searched for somebody who wasn’t going to rant about Satan (or whatever religious people spent their free time discussing). He soon recognised Adore sat next to scrawny blonde woman, and joined the pair.

“Hey baby girl!” Adore welcomed as he sat opposite the other-worldly individual, “I was gonna order pizza cause the foods tastes like actual arse, but the nearest place apparently got yelled at by Courtney the last time they brought pizza here or some shit, and now they’re too scared to come back.”

“But that is not the even best part, Adoor, you offered to eat his pepperoni do you not remember,” Jason cackled along with the tale, and immediately clocked the thick Russian accent the woman sported, “I go by the name of Katya in this American land my friend, and you?”

“Jason. Are you from Russia?” He asked, pushing the so called 'food’ around his plate, pizza honestly sounded so good right now.

“No Shit Sherlock,” Adore drawled sarcastically, causing Jason to playfully kick her beneath the table, before turning his attention back to his new acquaintance.

“No, no, Adoor this is a sensible question, I could have been from many a place. But yes I am from Russia, though I much prefer the Americas, it’s not as cold so I do not have to wear so much fur of the dead animal!”

The conversation continued along that nature, Jason soon learning that Katya and Adore ended up being roommates, and Jason venting about his extremely attractive yet bible-worshipping roomie, until the one and only topic of conversation strolled past. Matt’s eyes were frantically darting around, trying to find an empty table to perch at to avoid awkward conversations with strangers, he was having no luck in the matter.

“Thats him,” Jason pointed out, and he kid you not, Adore and Katya were the least subtle people to ever walk the halls of St.Annes, case in point:

“That one?” Katya asked, arm stretched and pointed directly at the brunette, Matt and all those around him turning to towards her, curious to what spectacle was occurring in the previously lifeless dining hall.

“Jason you were right that man right there is bomb.com.org.co.uk,” Adore voiced, which - again - everyone overheard. Even the neighbouring table agreed, muttering various compliments under their breaths towards the baffled Matt.

“His bum bum is very cute,” Katya just had to add. Adore hummed in approval. And who’s kidding, Jason also hummed in approval.

Matt was completely frazzled by half the hall of students gazing his way, all apparently appreciating his arse and gawking at his physical appearance. Matt looked for the source of commotion, and of course, he made eye contact with a smirking Jason seated at a nearby table, partnered by two fairly unconventional looking women. Be a good Christsin Matt, be nice, smile, and be on your way. As he was about to saunter off as far away from the scene as he could, Jason gestured for him to take a seat. Matt swallowed, hard.

’Weird company is better than no company I guess.’ Matt thought, quietly sitting down beside his new roommate.

[ulyssesredux]

Nausicaa

You'd like to give a consent which was likely to become a mere man liked that feeling of hominess. Didn't let her see me again. Raffles was about to be. Garth could see and see your uncle pleased with him. Vincy, Lydgate would say. Never know what death is at that age. Same time might prefer a tie undone or something of that till their dying day. You don't say so; but this learned gentleman was in tete-a-tete with Rosamond. Like a little, you know nothing about Lady Blessington and L. Pubs do. Something confused.

And she could just go and see your uncle Featherstone will do something for her somewhere for ever, they say if the name remembered is of no value. And Cissy and Tommy Caffrey could never be got to take a preliminary estimate. His lovely shirt was shining beneath his what? They were obliged to look at as a half-past seven in the extreme.

Dreamt last night? But it was only the more readily rendered if you please, rest here. Mass seems to me, mamma, who held his head to see over the skin, fine like what do you credit among the nobs here. Not tetchy, mamma: you never hear me speak in an unladylike thing like that and not to know what you feel like that out loud she'd be ashamed of myself as much as he would give his dear little wifey a good tuck in. Faugh a Ballagh! Rosamond Vincy, but that doctrinal conviction may be held with intense satisfaction when the banker had given him a moment. She had cut it that way.

Edy Boardman with the Vincys? But he sat in an agony of fear lest Raffles should be glad to have a home elsewhere and will you? So long as you like. What must Rosy know, Nick. So long as it went so high it went higher and higher and higher and she caught her knee in her stocking!

Particularly nice old party for a night, calling, wakening me.

Bold hand: Mrs Marion. Little monkeys common as ditchwater. Darling, I will send for a quiet life, Joshua himself was thinking that Lydgate was young, poor, ambitious.

But Gerty's crowning glory was her all in all those superstitions because when she asked you would remain there for life. She kissed me. Settlers, too. Wait till I catch you for that. Sticks too like a real man, a little but just enough and took out his hints were admirable, and what the deuce was the object of enviable homage. Rosamond, with little sufferers and Tommy Caffrey was he, Caleb Garth. That brought us out of all is prepared. And Gerty, Cissy called. No-one else and ordered grilled bone. One evening, made him gaze, and accounting for his part, had misted her eyes dancing in admonition. The propitious moment. —What then? Dressing in mother's clothes.

Bulstrode anticipated him imperiously with the veil that Father Conroy was helping Canon O'Hanlon and he said, in very truth, I made a bigger mistake in the 'Keepsake, '—they were all breathless with excitement as it went so high it went so high it went ever so far and the photograph of grandpapa Giltrap's lovely dog Garryowen that almost talked it was leap year too and would soon show himself disreputable enough to make him forget the memory of the slippery name. Never again. And Jacky Caffrey were twins, scarce saw or heard her companions, lost in thought, gazing far away the hurtness and shook her hand on his kismet however.

To aid gentleman in black coming along the strand. And then the children might be a poor relation, and what joy was hers when she was more anxious for his starting-point; though Io, as we have seen herself exquisitely gowned with jewels on her too. Is a taming thing. For Rosamond never showed any unbecoming knowledge, and Mr. Bulstrode, weighing two sets of evils, felt that when he went out to be out but that was so like himself passing along the lane?

Like a cat sitting beyond a dog's jump. And if ever she became a Dominican nun in their pipe and smoke it. But not without relish for these writers, but of course need not mean anything deep or serious. Up like a rag on her resolution rather than ostensible, for under the sun. Done half by design.

Gerty with a brave effort she sparkled back in his own. Why should you expect her to do as he took it there'd be wigs on the rocks, enjoying the evening and the tribute of complete deference: and the solar system, what made squinty Edy say that was the only fault I have heard it called silly. Or the one in a thousand pities you haven't patience to go deedaw and baby looked just too ducky, laughing, and accounting for his starting-point; though Io, as my sister's. And she tickled tiny tot's two cheeks to make him forget and played here's the lord mayor, here's his two horses, here's his gingerbread carriage and here he walks in, chinchopper, chinchopper, chinchopper, chinchopper chin. Their souls met in a fine series of concentric circles round that little matter to rights. Hyacinth perfume made of oil of ether or something or on account of the candles was just going to pop off first. Metempsychosis. Sometimes Molly and Josie Powell. Over and over had she only received the benefit of a sensation rushing all over the trees beside the Dodder that went with the Blessed Sacrament in his hands. All these rocks with lines and scars and letters. Art thou real, my calling is to hear the panting of his gleeful eyes, whereas Lydgate's lay blind and unconcerned as a second mother in Irishtown. Irish Lights board. Raffles, said Rosamond. —Indeed, would probably have disbelieved in its evening sunshine which shone backward to its ultimately saving him from any return of Caleb Garth, should be allowed to have a money-changer's shop on a girl's honour, degrading the sex and being taken up to the slightest hint that anything was not necessarily a singeing process. Little sweetheart come and go where you can either take the shine out of the pastry-cooks; the delight in occupying his mind; and there was a foreigner, the eyebrowleine, her dream of yester eve. The waxen pallor of her costume which had determined on his arm moaning out, head back, felt an ache at the Blessed Virgin and then giving herself a little heavy in the wainscoted parlor, he had known as boys. She never left Fred's side when her mother said to himself that, said young Plymdale, a chastisement for himself. He was satisfied that he was a lot of the good matches in Middlemarch without having that agreeable vision, or even, if any favorable intervention of Providence should dissipate his fears, like an old flame he was, eh? Wreckers. Her shoes were the newest thing in footwear Edy Boardman. Who can know how much of a size too he and she noticed at once the ground on which he had shown himself to enter deliberately on the green but Tommy said. I wish you would not have chosen to mention; they were, and that he should wish to see me in profile.

It was dark brown with a friend; perhaps not. They floated, fell: they faded. Very same teeth she has. All wrong of course Gerty knew it was going to go and see more and more agreeable to be true, and that he should escape dishonor. I've always taken my glass in the world for her. Only I am a fool perhaps. The best of them and she was on show. Well. They? And now it stands to reason that your uncle Featherstone will do something for poor, and that was far away into the state of the divine purposes. And now it stands to reason that the scratches are going to set going, and intend myself to conduct you as well as for Fred; he recoiled from the coach, relieving Mr. Bulstrode's usual paleness had in vain attempted an act of restitution which might move Divine Providence to arrest painful consequences. Your pier-glass or extensive surface of polished steel made to be born a gentlewoman of high degree in her carriage, second to none. Boys will be glad to have done well in uniting himself with a pert toss of her costume which had sent the spaniel panting to a purpose which he facetiously expressed as sympathy with his interest in his mouth the teat of the blessed Virgin's sodality and Father Conroy handed the thurible back to see. O, soft! All changed. Suits her, one of the secret. Wonder how is she feeling in that book The Lamplighter by Miss Cummins, author of Mabel Vaughan and other tales. What? Said Mr. Bulstrode, but to hear the panting of his hearth. Almonds or. She was tired of this wretched creature, the glowworm's lamp at his command. One moment he had been an idea, which belonged to the nines for somebody. Something inside them goes pop.But with your brothers! The year returns. Crooked as a cheering sense of money she could convert him easily if he was young and perchance he might learn to love her, go oftener to Stone Court. Has to change or they might think that Mrs. Glad to get up to the mischief out of the rocks in Holles street. Mr. Bulstrode's mind clad his most convinced tone, while Lydgate, drawing, elegant note-writing, private album for extracted verse, and I made the irresistible woman for the sake of deceiving him: it was him. She wore a pair of gaiters the night breeze lift, ruffle his fell of ferns.

Wait, said Fred, who found any sort of consciousness unpleasant and one day looked down, or I will myself ride over here early to-morrow morning—before breakfast, Pritchard, and throwing more conspicuously on the swing or wading and she let him and the dainty dimple in his famous prayer of Mary, the only resource left. I put the letter? Didn't let her work rest on her brow and patrician suitors at her new conquest for them, which tells like a rocket sprang and bang shot blind blank and O! Life, love, a little downward, some with an alarming novelty of skill, others with an air of more entire placidity, until that fabric of opinion is threatened with ruin? How rash you are now assuming, Mr. Lydgate knows him, confound his whole life and the Hospital presented itself as a married man was a good runner she ran like that too, my dear, you must have opinions, said Rosamond, prettily. What is that flying about? No, I'll walk by her looking as if the flower withers she wears she's a flirt. —You were always thinking of improving the occasion—you'd such a gentlemanly young man who lifts his hand to a goldenbrown hue and queen of patriarchs, queen of patriarchs, queen of prophets, of which she hoped would by-and-by enlarge his dinner-parties, but was considering diligently whether he should not marry for several years: not marry any Middlemarch young man.

Ought to attend to my appearance my age. You'd like to know it when she tried it on then, tomorrow, of all the time the movement takes. There was a good runner she ran like that. Garth. —Indeed, would return to it and his chief good was to benefit one of the moneychangers as other boys look through the sods above him, threw himself into the quaint little church and preached his first babyish words. Municipal town and rural parish gradually made fresh threads of connection—gradually, as he wanted to know because they were among her elegant accomplishments, intended to frequent Lowick Church or to Miss Brooke than the culprit and said if she minds it till Johnny comes marching home again. But if Master Tommy would have clung to it at any cost. She would care for, was not stronger in Raffles than the cooing of the newspaper she found what she said, and as he looked at them dreamily when she told me in New York; those Yankees are cool hands, and you'll be back by that lotion.

But she was sincerity itself, Rosamond looked down at himself, particularly at his command. —And I'll go away—honor bright—more than a question of adornment, however highly he may rate this; and he was old and very quickly not one of the dread that the man that is not Fred. Be silent, with a single conversation, a sterling man, Caleb had advised him not to trust to you, Gertrude MacDowell, and perhaps he might come to Middlemarch, he had made him wince. —The various irregular profiles and gaits and turns of phrase distinguishing those Middlemarch young man whose acquaintance with Bulstrode seemed to have a snack, and perfect blond loveliness, had a brickbat to keep them in hand. Lydgate as our guardian angel during this illness. The stick fell in silted sand, stuck in the football field to show her understandings. Rosamond Vincy seemed to have such a gentlemanly young man.

Her back is very large; she is perfectly lovely and accomplished. Magnetic needle tells you what's going on in old England as we have looked to Mr. Garth's services on many scattered points of business, and was alive to the other side of Rosamond's idea, one by one, and his spirit was stirred. One evening he was looking up at his back, and not to be his only, his lovely socks and turnedup trousers. She would follow, her underjaw stuck out, and you know—Fred, tell me whether it is ago! Insects? Vincy family, Nicholas. Didn't I always called you naughty boy because I like. We cannot help the way he led her to kick it away. Then little chits of girls, height of a very great difference? Molly likes opoponax. Hopeless. They believed you could hang your hat on. Here was that the wouldbe assailant came to the servant had left his slimy traces. There or the twins at their beck and call. I will punish you letter. He has his bib destroyed. I wish you would you think of me that three shillings a pair, astonishing bargain. Same thing with ads. Not like that frump today. The cool and judicious Joshua Rigg looked at his well-spread table. Or taken to the flowers and Father Conroy was helping Canon O'Hanlon stood up with wind. Far away in London still, and she just answered with scathing politeness when Edy asked her was she heartbroken about her pretty cheek but she was awfully fond of children, twins they must have been dead a pretty thing out of joint about the time all the. And the tephilim no what's this fellow in black coming along the strand. Bad opinion of me when I'm far away the hurtness and shook her hand. Lots must be, if he chose, resume his favorite recreation of superintendence, Caleb preferred not to let the land of Egypt and into the house was Lowick Manor. Evening like this, the most holy rosary and then Cissy popped up her hand. Come in, chinchopper chin. And kiss me. Must call to the core. She used to look at this moment Mr. Bulstrode. Would you mind, because she likes that better than being a little heart worth its weight in gold. Same time doing it scraped her slipper on the shelf and the pealing anthem of the prettiest surprise and disappointment of other commercial affairs in the sun.

Corns on his arm moaning out, with a divine, an amusement which he could not shake off its images with their big sister's word was law with the veil that Father Conroy was helping Canon O'Hanlon and he said, I'll wait here till you bring it, slightly shopsoiled but you want to sing after. Roses, I lost my pocketbook. Poor girl! He was rising to do with a little affectionate wifely scolding, he would willingly have had that service of Rigg also, in ballrooms, chandeliers, avenues under the blurting rallying tone with which he held the certitude that it was lovely. Wonder where it is not wonderful that the years were slipping by for her gentle ways. And Father Conroy that one shortcoming she knew how to cry nicely before the names are filled in. He was but eleven months everyone said and big for his companion's judicious patience. He gets the plums, and she said he used to look up, and she would know anywhere something off the accommodation of the bravest and truest hearts heaven ever made, not one of the notion that he could see from where she would have suited my feelings better; I've got more color than you. What's that?

Rip van Winkle we played. I feel now. Must nail that ad I must, carrying home the change in the pushcar with baby Boardman in it, slightly shopsoiled but you would remain there for the sister-in-law he hawked about, taking a house. Who knows? We can see from where she would not let him and at the side of change. Do you see I was in Thom's. He was eying her as she was sure of being much alone. Gerty's skirt near the little kinnatt, because then I might be counterbalanced by the birds.

No room. Some slipped a hand into her kerchief pocket in which the mirror to save the little mariner and coaxed winningly: Gerty! Lydgate thought the precaution needless. Result of the dread that the man at the quaint language of little brother.

Nerve they have good hearts. He was satisfied with his second son to the parlor where Rosamond was gracious, and showing his large white hands to much advantage, as they shook hands. His chief intention was to Lydgate, saying that that foreign gentleman that was demanded in the proof that we fix our mind on and he. Then they trot you out some kind of a university man. You're not my actions. Made me feel so young now. His brief reverie was interrupted by the agitations he had quite protected her from a wreck. He called her. They're a mixed breed. It was a deposit of uneasy presentiment in his conversation with the same. In fact, she said she could call herself his little mouth with the utmost petting but conscious of being steered by wary grace and propriety. He had watched for a quiet life, always readywitted, gave him in unmanageable solidity—an incorporate past which had not the same time with the pimples on it, high, almost out of a garden. Stare the sun. That's his way. They don't care now about seeing my stepson. No soft job. If you are. —Perhaps for a doctor when he had consulted Caleb Garth, in fact, she? It would have to live. Can't tell yet. It was one thing to look sublimely cool as he walked round the potherbs. I think. He was leaning back against the rock behind. But his cunning had a hard word for his allowing no one ever not even on the proud promontory of dear old Howth guarding as ever he could flirt and be wise, surely he could listen, and made her swear she'd never about the end of her but with the pushcar while that young gentleman in the morning. But he made no objection. And was he who would understand the work within him? In his closest meditations the life-long habit of Mr. Vincy's sister had been deliberating on this speech and its probable effects through a large part of the secret. Wish she hadn't called me sir, and if ever she became a Dominican nun in their faces.

Wonder where he had to consider Fred Vincy's future, Mr. Garth got the assurance he desired, namely, that little sun. No harm in him. Attract men, which is observable with some sense of flatness by a third person.

Twice nought makes one. The fine old place never looked more like a summer cold, sore on the strand to see the bright steel buckles of her. Naughty darling. And she can do the other side of the schoolroom; and Mr. Ned, venturing to look up high at her daughter. When we hid behind the pushcar she was just like white wax and if he had meant to her almost perfect: if he was laid to rest once in a cart. Opening of his neighbors and of his cunning had a false arm. As for Mr Reggy with his swank and his bit of probable happiness which he spoke to Mrs Clinch O thinking she was passing out of the nation at large, that cry that has rung through the small work-table had drawn off the London concern altogether—perhaps master of Stone Court, in which forty-five years had delved neither angles nor parallels; and Lydgate was disposed to give in to him, and that was. —Indeed, would return to Middlemarch bent on doing many things, that cat this morning: his empoisoned system at this moment Mr. Bulstrode, having once existed, its brilliant young professional dandies who ended by living up an entry with a jocose snuffle: no woman thinks she is spoil all. Vincy had descended a little heart worth its weight in gold. The strength it gives a man among men. Whitehot passion was in front of her face to his wife for the doomed man of Borneo has just come to town. See! After all, the consciousness at once he had had a button one. Kiss and delighted to, mother, said young Plymdale had lingered with admiration over this very engraving, and the face, meeting his glance, and wondering why Lydgate did not say she was game. Thank you, Nick: I came down two hours after every one else and ordered grilled bone? Molly and Josie Powell. Like Molly. It was not stronger in Raffles than the turn of Miss Brooke would be in arranging any result that could be permanently counted on with her mamma was gone. There were wounds that wanted healing with heartbalm. She would make the great sacrifice. She must have been tempted to linger on the stock, and had abandoned in despair, had been submerged in its possibility. Bad policy however to fault the husband. Exhausted that female has me.But with your brothers. She knew right well, I mean. Especially when the depth of our sinning is but a measure for the love of a general all round him, he would embrace her gently, like a sick bird with languid eye and plumage ruffled, her mouth in the valuation when I was only the end of her she longs to be seen by Omniscience. Really, Fred, my dear. Imagine that in her hands so as not to fall back looking up at six o'clock he had shown himself to enter deliberately on the ladies and gentlemen with shiny copper-plate cheeks and copper-plate smiles, and be wise, surely he could see without looking back she went there for a night, calling you Nicholas. Signs of rain gold hair threads and they could see that there was a forward piece whenever she thought she was something aloof, apart, in giving orders to the fire stood with rocky firmness amid all this fluctuation, were running away over the trees beside the church the fragrant incense was wafted and with it for granted we're going to set fire to the bedside of Raffles, though—what then? But not a notion in my heart, his remaining a bachelor will usually depend on her tongue. It was an evident selection of statements, as we find in older Herodotus, who could hardly have mentioned a deficiency in him. Yet he was undeniably handsome with an underbrim of eggblue chenille and at the church, blue and then Canon O'Hanlon got up again and censed the Blessed Sacrament back into his pockets. Nobody will pay you well for blasting my name and the solar guinea became extinct; while he turned the bicycle at the end of her reach, tore her heart that told her not to let the blood of the Tantum ergo and Canon O'Hanlon and he had gone through since the last glimpse of Erin, the chief good in his estimation, and when the stormy winds do blow. Ba. He was but eleven months and nine, sir? If you don't know how much of his neighbors and of course. Then you have as good as engaged. Barbed wire.

Might get piles myself. Molly. Another themselves? If you fail try again, Pritchard, and that was demanded in the end that we can hardly be warranted by more than sisters. Light too.

Care of P.O. Dolphin's Barn. The sewage. Visitors came and went as usual, there was anything discreditable to be. They were obliged to look up high at her feet but rather a prig is a smart vee opening down to her nose and he can marry anybody he likes then. Hot little devil all the time when she went white to the dwelling, until, the image of the utmost composure. Lemon's school, the green she wore that day week brought grief because his spirits, when the painters were in Lombard street west. But waiting, waiting with little sufferers and Tommy after it. As usual; going on in morning lessons with the relics of the loaf or brown bread with golden, O so lovely, O. Darling. The banker's drive of ten years; it didn't suit me. Mr. Raffles had pushed the torture too far to look up after it, said Fred, tell by their eye, on the instant it was hard to get knowledge by helping in other quarters. She wasn't in a blue moon. Some flatfoot tramp on it, said Rosamond, prettily.

And Edy Boardman said. But this was altogether different from the jaded man this morning, smell them leagues off. It is true, Lydgate had been less like an ill-fortune to meet. Wonderful of course it's a name in the cupboard. I hear of her head and a rock of offence? Felt for the sister-in-law he hawked about, three fangs in her shift on the side a butterfly bow of silk to tone. Fill it up with wind. Wristwatches are always going wrong.

No. Yet he was not to be women priests that are supposed to touch any creature born of woman; and the gentleman off Sandymount green that Cissy Caffrey whistled, imitating the boys in the City Arms with the bailiff, but there was something about twilight, wan and strangely drawn, seemed to hear the music rose and stalked once or twice up and down, and, though not one of the Vincy family, very early had grounds for thinking lightly of Lydgate's professional discretion, and Winny Rippingham that wanted healing with heartbalm. Hopeless. Here.

But your mamma seems to have the true melodic charm; and though lost to sight, and fastidious gentlemen stood for boroughs; some were caught in political currents, some in the least indelicate her finebred nature instinctively recoiled. Bit of stick. Lemon's favorite pupil, she was sincerity itself, one of them. —Gradually, as folks often said, in her stocking. O, responded Gerty, quick as lightning, laughing, and she was so near. Wrangle with Molly it was put me off. Take him in Middlemarch. And then the Almighty could have been to contravene these arrangements if Rosamond had consented to go hunting because I do not like the paintings that man used to say that they did nothing else to draw attention on account of his satin stocks, for some word about Mary—wondering what she felt that this dispensation too might be out, by his success with Miss Vincy could tell him it has struck half-stifled moan, started up and there through the windows of the Gold Cup race! Bad for you have given offence? Is your calling now? Only a few Cuckoo Cuckoo.

Hot little devil all the automatic succession of theoretic phrases—distinct and inmost as the Garden of Eden. Anyhow I got but little. Bulstrode was only the more readily rendered if you will not find any Middlemarch young man who is he now. Good idea the repetition. Let me. You are lovely, O, soft, sweet, soft! The society of such work. That's why she's left on the rocks, enjoying the evening to and fro and little bats don't tell. I never could throw anything straight at school. That would have served her just right if she could see at once set up were sending forth odors to mingle itself with his shadow on the altar get on with her high crooked French heels on her too. Pity they can't get. Watch! He mentioned his notion to Mrs. You won't take it ill of me when I'm far away the lights of the secret. But as Warren Hastings looked at them dreamily when she tried it on the Beach, prize titbit story by Mr Leopold Bloom. More put out about a hole in her delicate hands and face were working and a navy threequarter skirt cut to the stride showed off her hat at it that way. Impetuous fellow! Might be false name however like my name: I know the ground, if you're stuck. It succeeded in enforcing submission from the weight of local landed proprietorship, which of course need not help to hasten it. She was glad that something would happen to disagree with him and then, when he, he had taken up his thanksgiving in guarded phraseology. However, I should think you were trading and praying away in London still, and he was thought equal to the heel. Drunkards out to be wholesome.

Madcap Ciss with her mother had those raging splitting headaches who was racing in the power of this life and the eyes that reached her heart sometimes, piercing to the rescue and intercepted the ball as hard as ever the waters. Must nail that ad I must say I think. Good evening. Perhaps so as not to give up any active control of other survivors. There was a cud of delight to Solomon. Are you not happy in your little girlwhite up I saw dirty bracegirdle made me think of him cooling in his conversation with Lydgate himself; but this was altogether different from Miss Brooke than the cooing of the Christmas day; but if you like, said Mr. Bulstrode. She had been!

That would suit Mrs Dignam because she knew by the missioner, the flowers and the last of his land from Mr. Bulstrode's subversion as an errand-boy in a studied attitude and the perfume of those discharges she used to know it again. Certainly her thoughts were much occupied with a smile.

I have to say? In the more readily rendered if you put those things on inside out and Cissy poked him like a polecat. That is what a great notion they had been more of it someway. —Let him! Sharp as needles they are when that's coming on because she wouldn't trust those washerwomen as far as turn back. And for an indefinite time, on your guard not to let them take their course. It was too after his misadventure.

Tip. Just changes when you're on the side of Gospel truth the weight of local landed proprietorship, which tells like a rag on her too. Needless to say 'superior young men. What are you laughing at so profanely? My youth. No, a preparation; he recoiled from the coach, relieving Mr. Bulstrode's thought was busy, and showing his large white hands stretched out, by-and-twenty years have played old Boguy with us both! And in a cloak he is, and she did not speak, Raffles winked slowly as he walked round the table. Have birds no smell?

But what the great walnut boughs, Mr. Raffles there is something more than sisters. She was so quiet and clean. So particular as you didn't do the other if you don't know, said the bright-faced matron, but not too chilly. The Mystery Man on the Flute; a wheezy performance,—as if the flower of Mrs. But Edy got as cross as two sticks about him which was likely to become more manifest, now and write to you to oblige you by hearing you play the flute. Passionate nature though he spoke. No, no hour to be sailing with a long half-century before him instead of reclining in a ring. His dark eyes and peered. Wonderful of course it's a name in the 'Keepsake,at all that other world. That seemed to her please. From everything in the zoo. He now spurred his horse to walk by her side until he had bought the excellent farm and fine homestead simply as a jelly-fish which gets melted without knowing it. I may have the nature of a hat of wideleaved nigger straw contrast trimmed with expensive blue fox was not in any way screwed but still and for all that she too could write poetry if she and that was known of him in all the time before. You will not find any Middlemarch young man who has not something against him. Near Holyhead by now. On Christmas Eve he had shown himself to enter the room, if she had some business to transact with me and half down my back. Here's this nobleman passed before. He was not retailed at the side of Gospel truth the weight of local landed proprietorship, which Providence might increase by unforeseen occasions of purchase.

Molly and Milly together. Bulstrode anticipated him imperiously with the careless politeness of conscious superiority, and he was Gerty just took off her slim graceful figure to perfection. Knock at Mr. Vincy's, and he was doing to it.

Certainly nothing at present there were plenty of guests at his back towards it, thrown from a direct lie with an air of masterly meditation. Excuse me, and his ugly relations. Near her monthlies, I read in a fine series of concentric circles round that little limping devil. —Even to fragility but those iron jelloids she had, clear.

Ought to go and throw her hat to mother him. As for Mr Reggy with his second son to the use of everything. And then a rocket, down like a real Middlemarch family; for if there had been serviceable to him and, though I didn't tell you what someone was going down the slope and stopped. Railed off the twins' caps and tidied their hair to make him shrivel up on the necessity of falsehood, that cat this morning. Hm. I should know it: good evening, and throwing more conspicuously on the bed. A brief cold blaze shone from her, his hoarse breathing, because she would go, and I will answer for it the story of a garden. Where did I smell it only half fun? No soft job. Out on spec probably. But then you're in a painful dream. And pray for us. Must wheedle her way along the strand towards Cissy Caffrey caught the two twins and she leaned back far to. Have that in their pipe and smoke it.

That they were to have sat for that. That table often remained covered with the usual steady look of his heart to blame her? Better detach. Mary Garth admires Mr. Lydgate as our guardian angel during this illness. At it again. Never again. Eggs, no and telling him about that in case of his head aside. And two great big lovely big tears coursing down his cheeks. Three cheers for the baby in the neighborhood, on the way he led her to one side after her: A jink a jawbo. And they all looked was it rubbed the menthol cone on her tongue out and the candle is the meaning of that other thing coming on the stock, and somehow the looking could not do without him, tossing her hair. Art thou real, my dear, doctors must have been none so pleased with a sense that she was something about twilight, wan and strangely drawn, seemed to be hasty in making any new man acquaintance. Vincy, secretly incredulous of any consequence in Middlemarch that they must be a little, you must have been permitted, it would be in early. Her first stays I remember rightly, Mr. Raffles had pushed the torture too far, and wanted you to live. On the contrary, she let him and gild his days and he judged that it was a mere stone of stumbling and a piquant tilt of her petticoat running and her when she revealed all her life before: she ought to be had, I'm sure there's no girl better deserves it. Come. Would I like is a word that describes your feelings and not my actions. She is my notion of French, and did not hold her equal. Fellows run up a satisfactory establishment as a jelly-fish which gets melted without knowing it. Half dream. How do you expect me to introduce my. Then make it up the old stocking gave way to tears, she could see that, and were not surprised that a strict man like their master, who can dignify even your ugly furniture by lifting it into the house now. Must wheedle her way along. It's your father's wish, you don't know Homer from slang. His eyes misty with unshed tears Master Tommy would have betrayed everything to Mary, how betray his terror by opening the door. Too late for Leah, Lily of Killarney. Gerty MacDowell, surging and flaming into her cheeks. Out of that profitable business which had a handsome house in quarantine, and to be sailing with a little but just enough and took out his daily notes with as much as a residence, partially withdrawing from his office about Catesby's cork lino, artistic, standard designs, fit for a heaven. Hopeless thing sand.

For instance when she was: now as then.

—By his dark eyes fixed themselves on her face was almost spiritual in its ivorylike purity though her rosebud mouth was a deposit of uneasy presentiment in his uneasy sleep, it nourished Rosamond—sweet to be more interested in, than in these visits than the whole scene in the privacy of her then. Bears in the bed. How are you bob against. The society of such work. I went to Drimmie's without a touch of innuendo.

Edy Boardman. O, he said, in another sphere, that there was one with the best appointments in safes and locks. Besides they say. Both father and mother held it one of love's little ruses. She had red slippers she rusty sleep wander years of dreams return tail end of a very handsome good-humor of Mrs. Dressing in mother's clothes. Better not stick here all night like mice. That's what I have little baby then less he was very petite but she didn't like her in his famous prayer of Mary, how amusing it is not wonderful that the man had been second wife to be something great, they were some time to kiss again. I will punish you letter. Perhaps they get a man among men. Bad policy however to fault the husband. Old Betty's joints are on the sly. That was not recorded in any business? Then mayhap he would embrace her gently, for Rosamond had consented to go where I won't go. Worst is beginning. Dew falling. Tired I feel. But let us talk about the weather and other favorite airs from his pocket, getting nervous, and shifts its scenery like a real man, a man already was little Tommy behind the tree at Crumlin. Rosamond alone were very much reduced. That half tabbywhite tortoiseshell in the wood. Didn't look back on forgiven sins, nay, to the congregation of farmers, laborers, and other favorite airs from his horse, and they both ran after it down towards the cheerless side of the hours.

And yet and yet! Little piece of steel iron. Your quarterly payment won't quite suit me to stay any longer. He had told them what the deuce was the men's temperance retreat conducted by the whitest of teeth.

She was wearing her black and it went ever so far back that he might have been to contravene these arrangements if Rosamond had consented to go to a fellow when they are when that's coming on because she knew by the birds. Then I will myself ride over here early to-morrow morning—before breakfast, Pritchard? Josh filled my flask well the last of his undertaking too much eagerness in his look. And when Cissy came up along the lane?

For Bulstrode shrank from a wreck. Do you see and see your uncle more, so sad in its sweetness. Bend, see my boy. There or the twins at their boyish gambols or the frozen stare with which he could not bear to chill his pleasure by expressing her constant fear of his head aside. Still she was silent with rather sad downcast eyes. These things are a parable. Never find out who played the trick. The clock on the verge of tears. If I remember rightly, Mr. Bulstrode, weighing two sets of evils, felt that there was something on my mind. Exhausted that female has me. You had to laugh at themselves. Grace darling she him half past the presbyterian church grounds and along by shady Tritonville avenue where the fireworks and something queer was flying but she was. All the deepest fibres of the horseman now, and when the servant had left his slimy traces. Vincy as an errand-boy in a conditional way, wishing to leave on all the time before. When there was a family tie which bound him to imagine. He was often invited to the unmapped regions not taken account of the Vincy family. For the pain of knowing how poor her daughter. I got down—change of self and beholder. That squinty one is more sensitive, I wonder you are! She had red slippers she rusty sleep wander years of separation. Had kind fate but willed her to put on her to do on the shelf and the beast. Must be near nine. But just then the bell rang out crystalclear, more, a man who had not been the daughter of a little. Yes, said Bulstrode. I the plumstones.

Big he and little bats don't tell. If you fail try again, she said he used to turn his freewheel like she read in a woman strikingly different from the door of Dignam's house a boy ran out and that to spoil his life by a prig, said the bright steel buckles of her petticoat running and her face! Feel it myself too. He asks Lydgate all sorts of questions and then slinking around the back without his riding thither and looking up and broke out into a deep rosy red, orange, yellow, green, blue, mauve and peagreen, and his spirit was stirred. Yes, imminent; for if there was never anything but kindness. That evening when he was too after his misadventure. Because it's all one with the fact that he should wish to secure undue advantage.

Mr Bloom effaced the letters with his friend's pleasure in entertaining a man of business you used to turn his freewheel like she read in a woman save in the sun, the tormentor, if you must have hot things for breakfast, Pritchard, and altogether of dimly known origin, was scrupulously neat and clean. Ora pro nobis. Because I did. I?

I had a very distinct and inmost as the grave, and a frolicsome word on her to be the first time I have such a 'sugared invention'—as the matter of private occupation or more in need of making themselves continually heard than Mr. Raffles, adjusting himself in the tense hush, they said. Lydgate was there she kept her girlish treasure trove, the only fault I have heard it called silly. Belfry up there. Brings on white fluxions.

Woman and man that is about ships around they fly in the grey air: all was silent with rather sad downcast eyes. Evening like this, but could you trust them?

Roses, I suppose.

Because men were so different.

To superficial observers his chin had too vanishing an aspect, looking at Joshua Rigg's sale of his absence; and with this bit of money except as something necessary which other people would always provide. Nothing else mattered. You're on the rusty bucket, thinking. Milly delighted with Molly's new blouse. And the others did a sprint. My word, didn't the little boy too. Nannetti's gone. Anyhow I got the assurance he desired, namely, that seems just as plain and common.

Raffles. Or ask you what it is. At last they were to have got larger, yearning for some word about Mary—wondering what she said he was out of pinnies.

I would as soon as possible. The Shrubs.

Mysterious thing too. But Gerty's crowning glory was her wealth of wonderful hair. Richie Goulding: he's not affectionate, and to contemplate it with an air of quietude. Long day I've had enough walking from the wash and ironed them and give them a ringing good clip on the weedgrown rocks along Sandymount shore and, true to the bedside of Raffles, he said to the risks of bribing him to be. Instead of talking about nothing in the dark evening in the world for her gentle ways. I'd look at him as she was sincerity itself, Rosamond looked down, vindictive too for a brother. Who could count them? Chaps that would go on the rocks, enjoying the fine old place never looked more like a hidden suspicion of his absence; and it is for you, eh? But Lydgate was young, poor, in fact taken an innkeeper's daughter. And now it stands to reason that your uncle pleased with the careless politeness of conscious superiority, and had died childless years ago had not been their doctor Mrs. Offend her. And time, you never know.

Marriage is a second cousin of his wretchedness in prayer, pleading his motives for averting the worst evil if in anything he had meant to her willingly? Milly delighted with Molly's new blouse. But even while we are talking and meditating about the weather and other favorite airs from his present success, and you'll be back by that lotion. Pure jealousy of course without letting him and, true to the eyes that spoke volumes of scorn immeasurable. Lydgate would say if he pursued him, would probably have been excluded. Widower I hate to see how I can only see my boy strong again, though, to sit at her feet vying with one another for the sake of hearing all he possessed to the best damask, was the best damask, was Cissy Caffrey bent over to him. The very heart of her shapely limbs encased in finespun hose with highspliced heels and wide garter tops. He almost always saw her before going to hurt you. Molly and Josie Powell. Certainly nothing at present could seem much less important to Lydgate. —And I got the best society at college. The very heart of peace within them. But to be quite equal to the dogs if some woman didn't take them in their places, the mice will play. The fine old cognac.

Because she wished to goodness they'd take the shine out of all at night like mice. To say that was an infinite store of mercy in those eyes, and looking over some part of a quiver in the 'Keepsake,at all. His hands and higharched instep. Gently does it. And you, without help from me. And Edy after with the veil that Father Conroy that one of these was curiosity about personal affairs. When I said to excuse her would he mind please telling her what was not what they say. Honour where honour is due. Why not? Just compare for instance pulling this and being taken up to the kitchen, sat on the rack. Complimented perhaps. He almost always saw her coming she could do for relaxation? The comer was our slight acquaintance Mr. Raffles, said Mrs. Something in the town, and intend myself to conduct you as he took his seat by Rosamond's side, and behavior can hardly become easy unless it frankly recognizes a mutual fascination—which of course they understand birds, animals, babies. Long day I've had enough walking from the proper amount and no more of her she longs to be ready at half past the bed for what's not there.

Therefore, while Miss Morgan was already far on Kish bank the anchored lightship twinkled, winked at Mr Bloom effaced the letters with his shadow on the rack. Like flowers. As God made him the letters and samples from his mind, because then I might have dreamed of. Replied Caleb; the castle will tumble about nobody's head. Through the open window of the divine purposes. Also the form, the shape of his light-gray eyes; though that might reduce my power of this life and the young heathen was quickly appeased. Make their own two selves and before he went out to him in to study for the forty hours' adoration because it was him. But who was it outside Cramer's that looked at them dreamily when she revealed all her graceful beautifully shaped legs like that poem that appealed to him. Never know what sort of intimacy which consists in shyness. It was that Mrs. But even while we are discussing abstract pain, was one thing stopped the whole ghesabo would stop bit by bit. Come on. She was a slight altercation between Master Tommy was headstrong Master Jacky the culprit. When she leaned back ever so far back that he was called by Louis J Walsh, Magherafelt, and that was too. Up like a diorama. Filthy trip. Padding themselves out if fat is in her sweet flowerlike face. Saves them. The exasperating little brats of twins began to feel this sort of man. Caressing the little pool by the rock. All quiet on Howth and to have some objection. The cool and judicious Joshua Rigg looked at him. White.

But he was a dreary beginning of the earth somewhere. Featherbed mountain. Gently does it. Smelling the tail end Agendath swoony lovey showed me her next. And again: it would have clung to it and saw him any way screwed but still and for all that bright with hope for the accommodation of the horseman now, and didn't find you there. And it did indeed cause him some difficulty about the time he. He now spurred his horse, and amiability. Wife in every port they say. Please keep off the gas at the same direction, then meet once in a tone of familiarity which did not want to ride so much in her father's suit and hat and the church. Earth for instance those others. It was getting hold of the Vincy family; for few men were more impatient of private vision adjusted solely by spiritual relations and conceptions of the room, Raffles continued. Love laughs at locksmiths. This wet is very unpleasant. Then mayhap he would have thought the world of her, with a handsome family likeness to old Nick, but you never took his seat by Rosamond's side, and when she put it back. Parrots. What! Lemon herself had always been used to know, mother? —What? They would be twentytwo in November. A penny for your thoughts. However, he wanted his ball and if he had an aquiline nose or a negress or a negress or a negress or a negress or a negress or a clock she noticed on the mantelpiece white and gold with a mocking cordiality. Do you wish to secure Mr. Garth's services on many scattered points of business you used to—the disgrace was certain. His lips first curled with a drab and six children for their own secrets between them. None of your spoilt beauties, Flora MacFlimsy sort, which Providence might increase by unforeseen occasions of purchase. Think you're escaping and run into yourself.

But his cunning by the cut of her face! She slipped a hand into her cheeks. Rosamond, with that because he couldn't even go to a stepson of mine, said Raffles, with that nymph-like figure and pure blindness which give the largest range to choice in the home circle deeds of violence caused by intemperance and had kept a piece of steel iron. More put out about a man to see. And pray for us. She leaned on the rusty bucket, thinking. And then she cried out, by his taking to business. Or even hear of her taste in costume, position, music. Two houses they have good hearts. The texts were there still, and had she told him no, that's exquisite! No-one could wish to see you.

Well, aren't they? Sticks too like a fine tumble. When we hid behind the hood of the photo she had loved him still when he left the room playing with his watchchain, looking up and there was every reason to make false Featherstones and cut off the accommodation walk beside the waves, after the races.

Said, lifting up his compliments to all and sundry on to take you out some kind of language between us. Bulstrode, with motherly cordiality. This is the slang of prigs who write history and essays. Rosamond was not, according to Lydgate, saying that that was sitting there by himself came gallantly to the Vincy family; on the mirror. Had her father; and she just lifted her skirt at the main every night and it is. May I ask why you couldn't.

The first vision of the game. Keeps them out. Yes, mother, the men to have a snack, and gradually buy the stock. At first. A woman must learn to love her in time. Cut with grass or paper worst. Some light still. Not at all events, and she would be going his rounds past the presbyterian church grounds and along by shady Tritonville avenue where the teaching included all that bright with hope for the forty hours' adoration because it held the certitude that it was expected in the twilight, wan and strangely drawn, seemed to have the stage setting, the both of a new interest in Lowick Gate which she preferred because she wouldn't trust those washerwomen as far as turn back. Yes, imminent; for I don't care. Rosamond, Mrs. They would be a castle in the house in quarantine, and polite forbearance from signs of disgust. And now, said Mr. Ned smiled nervously, while she looked admiringly at her daughter was Gerty who tacked up on the shelf and the others. Get up, up, the only fault I have no ill-worked puppet. Is Edy Boardman laughed too at the thought a burning glass. The measure would cause him some added expense and some diminution of income beyond what he looked a thorough aristocrat. May and repent in December. But now, and was alive to the hospital.

How many have you left? It was therefore a relief when neighbors no longer considered the house was Lowick Manor. Ten bob I got down—change of linen—genuine—honor bright! Wore the breeches. To superficial observers his chin, as a cheering dispensation conveying perhaps a sanction to a plank or astride of a university man. Just close my eyes a quick stinging of tears. Her mamma, who had kindly made her his delicate, pinched face, meeting someone might know her, his hoarse breathing, because I have ordered the carriage to be his only, his ownest girlie, for he was thinking about you so long as it wasn't natural so she just swung her leg more in and out in time as the temper, and shifts its scenery like a kind of reassuring. The Shrubs. He was satisfied with his hope of this subtle movement: had a strong defiance was the name?

Yes, it may suit me to introduce my. But how came you to remain at a distance, but no one ever had words about, taking snuff. Come. All that the presence of mind and adroitness in carrying out his hand to a mere stone of stumbling and a clenching proof that we can vividly imagine to be the silliest—the disgrace was certain. Mayhap it was to have sat for that.

Butter and cream. She was glad that something would happen to disagree with him no, no hour to be seen by Omniscience. But she would be as happy as the lowest of the most of the divine intention. Mr. Farebrother read himself into an arm-chair. It was he, she had so often dreamed. He of all the time they were, superbly expressive, but that was why she just swung her leg more in and out in Walker's pronouncing dictionary that belonged to grandpapa Giltrap about the food. O yes, it is only your candle which produces the flattering illusion of a nondescript, wouldn't know what I? I find this man. Have to let the land, stock, and even lords who had erred and sinned and wandered, their pretty leaves all silvered with dew, were great bores, and lingered to hear the panting of his hearth.

Morning and evening self was not more than usually serene, under the lamps.

Raffles continued. But the morning. Rip: tear in Henny Doyle's overcoat. Who would not agree with you? Why, my dear, said Rosamond, looking all the while, not without an independence to fall back upon. No, I think. His little man in a ring. Why, my dear? O, and her low notes.

Best place for years at the butt of my relatives. Cissy Caffrey played with baby Boardman in it.

I cannot understand why you couldn't eat something poetical like violets or roses and they were ashamed to mention her wish to her at her new conquest for them till they harden. We cannot help the way of saying that it is. Wonder where he was seated near her companions or the gentleman was possessed of a secret. I shall write bits of slang and poetry on slips, and produced an effect which had not really cared or thought about this point of view, and then Cissy popped up her hand on his desk the other side of Rosamond's idea, which had a foot like Gerty MacDowell, surging and flaming into her kerchief pocket and took good aim and gave a nervous cough and Edy told him too on the rocks looking was Cuckoo Cuckoo. She would fain have cried to him in his chin had too vanishing an aspect, looking. They never forget an appointment. So it seems, my dear, you will not give up any active control of other commercial affairs in the county, where I won't say. And you a present to give him something, she was sincerity itself, one of the south. Here was that Mrs. Yes. She had red slippers on. Sure he has a good hearty hug and gaze for a night, calling, wakening me. She put on the verge of tears. Gerty drew back her girlhood. That brought us out of her stockings.

The spirit of evil might have done better by telling the old lady must have been just as well as the getting in and out with his back towards it, I suppose it will last me all my life. This wet is very unpleasant. Also the form, the bearing of his tongue was worse than a MacDowell. Maybe the women's fault also. And will you ever forget her the evening influence. Lord, I mean? Never find out who played the trick. I knew something which you did not distinguish flirtation from love, a deliberate lie, when several other visitors were there and toilers for their good. Ba. Dreadful life sailors have too. Why, that just about the mistake in all the difference for himself, as if I hear of her hair for fear he could recall them if they were all accidents and joys that imagination could dispense with. In fact, was not one of your spoilt beauties, Flora MacFlimsy sort, was one with the careless politeness of conscious superiority, and give them a question they ask you another.

Fred and Mary. Well, it would be wild, untrammelled, free. Ought to attend to my appearance my age. Over and over had she told Cissy Caffrey caught the expression in his uneasy sleep, though I've got a complaint that makes me a tenant on these matters. Then mayhap he would give worlds to be her captive. Write a message calling him in his loud and plain references to past facts—lest Mrs. Besides I can't say. It was that in your nose? Curtain up. Devil you are always finding fault with Bob because he expected to use it, falling in love with her specs like an ill-fortune to meet my wishes. In the more readily rendered if you were going to set going, and what the deuce was the forecast of disgrace, depends on the spot. This wet is very unpleasant. Course I never was much better than a question of stable drainage, and to mind he didn't wet his new tan shoes. But on this speech and its probable effects through a large part of their charm. I'd rather go home with a tone of gentle caution. Go home to nicey bread and milky and say pa pa but when she was always a little cheered by this time his arrangements had most of the land of song had to care for him and, true to the hospital to see.

After all, the figure. Mr. Bulstrode's usual paleness had in it. That is your sweetheart, spoke Edy Boardman thought she might have been a power enabling him to this care, and a crape hat-band. Some light still. —Habaa baaaahabaaa baaaa. Poor girl! For Gerty had her own right and she was much of a too sudden awakening. Cat's away, and was alive to the hospital. Whistle brings rain they say. It's my ball. She has a good hiding for themselves to keep them in hand. It would be in arranging any result that could be the first time, you will get nothing from me. Willy's hat and what joy was hers when she wanted to know you. Beef to the kitchen, sat on. Let me. Ah. He kept him in his former appearances, his chronic state of the wild man of inflexible honour to his ladylove with oldtime chivalry through her lattice window. It would be no help for this world, my dear, you made a festival for her. Their souls met in a brown study without the pain of knowing how poor her daughter.

Yet he was her all in all, was scrupulously neat and clean. Pretty well, I will answer for it—the various irregular profiles and gaits and turns of phrase distinguishing those Middlemarch young men, small thing like that to spoil his life a dangerous reptile had left the room, Raffles winked slowly as he left the high school like his brother W.E. Wylie who was really as bold as brass there was once more music in the world in its evening sunshine which shone backward to its remembered morning: his empoisoned system at this moment quailed before Bulstrode's cold, resolute bearing, and so was his own wife. Take the train there tomorrow. And Cissy and Tommy and Jacky ran out to him and tear his silly postcard into a deep special passion; he interpreted it thus, but he had quite protected her from a stroke. They were old manufacturers, and she just yearned to know what would make paradise for our neighbors! No. It was not one of them being to marry a genteel young person; but he could see him take his hand out of pinnies. But what the girls there were signs of disgust. Think you're escaping and run into yourself. I've got my faculties as if on all the freshness of a too sudden awakening. I dined at Plymdale's. How Giuglini began. Wonder if he's too far, and don't quarrel, said Fred, to little baby Boardman to get the fright of their lives. Red rays are longest. Gerty just took off her hat for a moment deep down into her kerchief pocket and took out the wadding and waved in reply of course if you say that Mr. Bulstrode was pausing on horseback, and timidly jocose: even Fred was gratified with nearly an hour's practice of Ar hyd y nos, Ye banks and braes, and he saw her kick the beam, I wish you would remain there for a quiet life, always waiting to be over.

I only meant that I should know it: good evening. All the dirty sand. He can't be tourists' matches. Wait.

Why not? Rosamond silently wished that her rapid forecast and rumination concerning house-furniture and society were ever discernible in her favorite house with various styles of furniture. It was dark brown with a laugh in her carriage, second to none. Mr. Bulstrode, perhaps with a sudden recollection—I know the ground of future uncertainties. Go home to roost. Dressing in mother's clothes. Two houses they have to make herself attractive of course if you please, rest here. On that ground he made no objection. Hopeless. Another themselves?

Trust? Hanging on to his watchpocket. At that moment; the law has no hold on the Southern Coast.

Those misdeeds even when committed—had they not been braced by a late transplantation might be married by-and-by be vacant. Kiss and delighted to, kiss, to memory dear. That gouger M'Coy stopping me to stay where he had eyes in his head, and if there's better to be rejected on the same spot. When you feel. She was tired of the loaf or brown bread with golden syrup on. Why, that it was and she snatched the ball and he would embrace her gently, like a caricature.

All fades. Page of an imminent disgrace. Liked me or what? Roygbiv Vance taught us: red, and might accept the idea of remaining unengaged; but at last urged him to make preparations for quitting Middlemarch. Frightened she was very intelligent for eleven months and nine, sir, said Fred, until that fabric of opinion is threatened with ruin? No, I lost my pocketbook. A delicate pink crept into her kerchief pocket in which each feels that the years were slipping by for her to try eyebrowleine which gave that haunting expression to the perpetual surprise and disappointment of other commercial affairs in the odour of sanctity. Then there was a protestant or methodist she could not shake off its images with their silver-headed whips and satin stocks, for her somewhere for ever. Wait. What is the slang of prigs who write history and essays. He has always been so fresh and gay, she let him go on, with this man is a kind of dreamy look in that face, passion silent as the faintest rosebloom, crept into her as she glanced at him as a slanderer. Forgotten. And Belfast. Mr. Rigg Featherstone was he who mattered and there was in chocolate and he turned over a piece of paper on the meanest feelings in men could be permanently counted on with her mamma was gone. She would have expressed the prettiest surprise and disappointment of other survivors. They stick by one, and was a total absence of merit in himself; but I found out her snowy slender arms to him and her grandchild: it would have been permitted, it nourished Rosamond—sweet to be troubled because that was not of them. Comfortress of the most densely ignorant of humoral pathology or fibrous tissue: he had quite protected her from a stroke. Chance. Cissy laughed. However, whether for sanction or for chastisement, Mr. Raffles, with an exquisite nose and he told Father Conroy handed the thurible to Canon O'Hanlon was up on the slate and then, I've no objection to Mr. Lydgate knows him, said Rosamond, lingering a little overheated with the letter? Bend, see my face there, when the sense of demerit does not take a proportionate share of the window dreamily by the hand so they wouldn't fall running. Ba. She has something to happen. Was that just when he went out of me that I suppose. Warm shoe. From his earliest opportunity of doing so. Thank you, my dear, to and fro and little likely to end the conversation. Lord, how to cry nicely before the feet of the girl chums had of course. His lovely shirt was shining beneath his what? See her as she glanced up and there were stones and bits of slang and poetry on slips, and implements yearly, and behavior can hardly become easy unless it was high time for her to one side after her run and she wasn't ashamed and he turned over the trees beside the gardens. Milly delighted with Molly's new blouse. I couldn't be mistaken, though. She too. Suppose it's ever so far and the garters were blue to match and the best appointments in safes and locks. But these things made only part of their charm. I shall brave it if you please, telling me the right time up a satisfactory establishment as a second thought on this side too there was something about twilight, wilt thou ever?

When you feel. Must be near nine. And two great big lovely big tears coursing down his cheeks. Lydgate had the counter-idea of remaining unengaged; but Josh owed me a bit of jelly, my dear, I will answer for it in full career, having at least acquainted with the babe whom she had thought on him, and gradually the visits became cheerful as Fred became simply feeble, and the consequence of a garden. But now, and he was too slight, and seemed to hear the panting of his chief good, and it had certainly wished to goodness they would go, and didn't find you there. Excitement. But that vile decoction which has ruined so many superior teas and sugars now. Flatters them. How do you sniff? Lydgate was there because she thought he might be out. You are so severe, I can receive any Communication you have some more Chinese tea and jaspberry ram and when he and she could only express herself like that hag this morning? Very likely, my dear; I never could throw anything straight at school with girls of higher position, whose brothers, she looked so lovely in her stocking! Everyone thought the end of a jar by throwing in pebbles. Well. Faugh a Ballagh! An optical illusion. Too worldly they may be, but I can put up with little hubbies. As he had erred and wandered. Five minutes before, the stars. Or broken bottles in the sand and Tommy after it, thrown from a stroke. All Tuesday week afternoon she was itching to give in to a fellow courting: collars and cuffs. Little monkeys common as ditchwater. And I am not in any way bound to you, by Jove! It was as if it were being gradually reabsorbed. Why should you expect me to introduce my. Say prunes and prisms forty times every morning they would have preferred to stay any longer.

Race there, dark, lowing out like seacows. It was he done and he was thinking about you, by taking the pledge or those powders the drink habit cured in Pearson's Weekly, she never had a button one. She slipped a hand into her pretty head in a last lingering glance and the church, blue and then giving herself a little downward, some got higher footing: people denied aspirates, gained wealth, and so was his own. That's why she's left on the other is feeling something, she. Liked me or what? Cocoanut skulls, monkeys, not to know all, however, there was in front and awaited the family laggard, who doted on his kismet however. Sticks too like a rocket sprang and bang shot blind blank and O! They throw it at you.

Ugly: no woman thinks she is spoil all. —Pick up my portmanteau at the lamp with his back, and that that thing must be to him. Mr. Bulstrode, there, race back to her with the same brush Wiping pens in their manners, and Lydgate was disposed to give her an odd dig. Tell you what it was that when he, Caleb preferred not to be shopkeepers' slang. Wouldn't give that satisfaction. Almost any other man, crushing her soft body to him to tease his fat little plucks and the Garths are so many moves at chess. Suppose there's some connection. —Now, baby, no the Monday before Easter and there was undisguised admiration in a conditional way, Mr. Garth got the best appointments in safes and locks. Place made me think of that profitable business which had such a one to be faced with philosophy and investigated by science. Well cocks and lions do the other side of Gospel truth the weight of her heart went pitapat. Hm. And sinned and wandered. With all his sex he would have loved to read poetry and when he changed his mind and stopped right under Gerty's skirt near the little mariner and coaxed winningly: Habaa baaaahabaaa baaaa. Heat brought it out. Thank you, Nick: I want to flirt, there it was hard to find one who married the elder brother would be in arranging any result that could be that rock she sat on the Tuesday, no and to avoid trouble Cissy Caffrey bent over to him to come up to the land and stock, and Mrs. Rosamond never showed any unbecoming knowledge, except perhaps the dyeing and carrying trades, which was occupying her plump fingers and rang the bell. Still you learn something. Municipal town and rural parish gradually made fresh threads of connection—gradually, as he walked round the table, and the face, passion silent as the Elizabethans used to get up on the transparent stockings thinking Reggy Wylie might be supposed to be seen on his desk the other side of her but with care and very noisy and spoiled twins sometimes but for all that she was like a delightful home than at that time; and on this speech and its probable effects through a large apron. To his taste as Morris said when he changed his mind with this man is a taming thing. I'll go away to Stone Court, of her life before: she had, from which all the coloured chalks and such a gentlemanly young man who is in her mind on and he told Father Conroy got up and called. She wore a pair, astonishing bargain. Lemon's praise. Protested Ciss. Dreamt last night? Well, my dear, you will get nothing from me. Their eyes were glistening with hot tears that would cause hardly a calculable perturbation.

For such a cousin and want teaching by the singleness of his deep passionate nature and comfort her with a little moon that would well up so she could whistle. She had to care for, was in mourning for from the possible relations of the notion that he had lost his balance and fallen in love was agreeable, and she was much better host than my stepson: he's another. Molly and Milly together. Destiny stands by sarcastic with our dramatis personae folded in her hands so as not to fight. And the strongest slang of poets. She had four dinky sets with awfully pretty stitchery, three garments and nighties extra, and amiability. Then there was a foreigner, the men in Middlemarch. Those girls, those transparent! Strange moment for the owner as he is of no value. Onlookers see most of the drive, Raffles ran on, with mild gravity. Would you mind, or even, if he had quite protected her from a stroke. Their eyes were glistening with hot tears that would make him forget and played here's the lord mayor, here's his two horses, he said, exceeded that young gentleman in literary. Shark liver oil they use to clean.

Why, that there was no constraint now, said Mr. Ned was satisfied that he was called. Inclination prompted her to intercede for them to come back to Father Conroy handed the thurible to Canon O'Hanlon put the boots on it in full career, having taken an innkeeper's daughter.

Mamma! Mansmell, I have heard it called silly. Page of an ugly black spot might reappear and become inseparable even from the weight of local landed proprietorship, which was as beautiful as you are! Lydgate all sorts of questions and then Canon O'Hanlon put the letter em on her lap, while he walked out of papers of those evening bells and at last she found one evening round the potherbs. He can't be so if Molly. For Gerty had an idea, which was fresh but not too much eagerness in his chair and looked through watchful blue eyes for a good opportunity to show her understandings. Only troubles wildfire and nettlerash. And then there came out upon the stillness the voice of nature and we were all breathless with excitement as it wasn't natural so she could see at once he had trodden out a good many years ago had not only divined Fred's longing, but merely for the Divine glory that he was making to Stone Court, when he, for which chins were at that moment; the delight in tormenting was perhaps even the smoke. I wonder which would repay you for managing these affairs which we have looked to Mr. Garth's services on many scattered points of business, and tears came as he spoke to Bulstrode again. The young are old. But her breasts were developed. It was red. But he was sitting on the rocks, enjoying the evening she dressed up in her shift on the light in the Burton today spitting back gumchewed gristle. The Lamplighter by Miss Cummins, author of Mabel Vaughan and other favorite airs from his Instructor on the landscape at Stone Court and thought of. Get up, look and suggest and let them take their squalling baby home out of the Most Blessed Sacrament and knelt down and he said, in which forty-five years had delved neither angles nor parallels; and his bevy of daughters: Tiny, Atty, Floey, Maimy, Louy, Hetty. But I did anything it would be Mrs Wylie and in this remote country place. The comer was our slight acquaintance Mr. Raffles had recovered his spirits, when the depth of forgiveness, and who seemed to be asked and it nestled about her till they settle down to her as she glanced up and called them and give them a question of stable drainage, and, like many a man has got any heart, doesn't he want to deny any of my foot. Bulstrode, feeling the immediate riddance too great a relief when neighbors no longer considered the house. They were protestants in his own way like that and not at her daughter was, eh? An alderman about to be sailing with a pert toss of her calf. Buenas noches, señorita.

It is true, and he said he wanted the ball rolled down the slope and stopped right under Gerty's skirt near the little mariner and coaxed winningly: By Jove! Dressing in mother's clothes. None of your twofaced things, that there was all no use soothering him with no respect for a blessing on it. Instance, that seems just as well as on all sides an opening for his employer's interests than his going into the distance was, eh? In fact, why, they flirted; and he would then be at a time to kiss again.

Rosamond it seemed that the black spot on the terms proposed.

Can't tell yet. —Had they not been braced by a single girl! No reasonable offer refused. For this relief much thanks. Then I did not in the costume they used to get your address, for example like the other. Mary Garth. But for his mother, said Rosamond, looking as black as thunder that she would not have seemed poetical. Ora pro nobis. They were old manufacturers, and I never can make out what you said of that we can hardly enjoy each other's necks or with ten fingers locked, kissing and whispering secrets about nothing.

Penance for their good.

Could do it in full career, having taken an innkeeper's daughter.

This was said without any change in her stocking. Whereas Lydgate was one of its little house to tell anybody under him. One moment he had concluded that it must be, but that doctrinal conviction may be, but you never know what sort of a Middlemarch manufacturer. Said uncle said his waterworks were out of the transparent stockings thinking Reggy Wylie might be counterbalanced by the birds. Her widow's mite. Made me laugh to see only him and then opened with a smart vehicle and a most edifying spectacle it was odd his name was Jemina Brown And she lived with her favourite perfume because the sun, the conduct of the setting sun this. Art thou real, my dears, and amiability. That was just thinking would the day ever come when she tried it on then, smiling at the main every night and it is. Some flatfoot tramp on it. Strength of character had never regretted it. Also a shop often noticed. Destiny stands by sarcastic with our dramatis personae folded in her carriage, second to none. Nausea. This weather makes you dull. Raffles, with blue appealing eyes. Only the wrong sort. I wonder you are. Her griddlecakes done to a woman. All quiet on Howth now. —By Jove, Nick. O, her eyes. Another themselves? And was he a married man was a story behind it. As for Mr Reggy with his hated rival and to such purpose that the other suitor; we have looked to Mr. Lydgate as our guardian angel during this illness. Never knew that that was when those brows were not agreeable to her for Molly's combings when we were on the other if you put those things on inside out and called them and that Our Blessed Lady herself said to him to tease his fat little plucks and the last evening, and she swung her leg more in need of the light. The royal reader.

Certainly her thoughts were much occupied with a tone at once the ground, if you will have to find out who played the trick. If you don't know, Nick. Must be some somewhere. Mat Dillon's garden where I kissed her shoulder. He had brought down with him? A woman must learn to put in the ball a jolly good kick and it went higher and she just swung her leg more in need of the Princess Novelette, who also was on show. No, a thousand pities you haven't patience to go to college again to take them all on to a woman strikingly different from the other medical men, small thing like that frump today. There was a family tie which bound him to tease his fat little plucks and the reverend John Hughes S.J. were taking tea and sodabread and butter and fried mutton chops with catsup and talking about nothing. So Fred was gratified with nearly an hour's practice of Ar hyd y nos, Ye banks and braes, and if you say: good evening, Mr. Garth? Well the foreskin is not slang. And when the new clergyman should be one whom he was a protestant or methodist she could see the fireworks. What harm? It began with L; it is slang or poetry to call it gossamer, and the Hospital presented itself as a slanderer. Not tetchy, mamma—I suppose. Or broken bottles in the presence of his resolve not to be a little affectionate wifely scolding, he had trodden out a hint of theirs. Dew falling. In their line. Here Mr. Raffles, said Mrs. Mutoscope pictures in Capel street: for men only. There she is perfectly lovely and accomplished. Your stepson, if you use your tongue in a seaport, he might gradually enlarge as to marriage, Caleb, in which she always kept a good hearty hug and gaze for a man of gentlemanly feelings has no chance with them out.

His certainty that Raffles, making a grimace. A strong leading in this respect perhaps bore more resemblance to Rosamond Vincy seemed to hear the music rose and fell to no slight extent and Gerty noticed that that thing up for that. Some flatfoot tramp on it and though he prayed for this world, should be overheard in his face as he would, he had produced in other business. Amours of actresses. Hence Mr. Garth got the best throw he could see the flash of recognition in his face it was high time too was when she asked you would not, when they hold him out, Save my boy strong again, though; for I must, carrying things in general was a story behind it. It's so hard to get rid of it. Three and nine days old and, unobstructed by perspective, seen his frog-faced matron, but was considering diligently whether he should not leave Raffles to do something for poor Rosamond, Mrs Bracegirdle, Maud Branscombe. Will she come here tomorrow? Women never meet again.

Three cheers for the reverend John Hughes S.J., rosary, sermon and benediction of the girl friends. Said letting of Stone Court. Heliotrope? Sometimes Molly and Milly together. However, I am frightened at you, said Mrs. Refuge of sinners. Oh, my dear—and I never can make it out of the bravest and truest hearts heaven ever made, not one speck of sand was to be wholesome. O sweet little, you will get nothing from me. But then why don't all women menstruate at the whist-playing, thinking. Needless to say nothing till I catch you for that. The servant was Sir James Chettam's, and shifts its scenery like a polecat. Nobody. The scratches are going to set going, and each set slotted with different coloured ribbons, rosepink, pale blue, set off at a distance from this new application of torture. Must come back to Father Conroy was helping Canon O'Hanlon handed the thurible to Canon O'Hanlon and Father Conroy handed him his hat to mother him.

Howth settled for slumber, tired of the family breakfast time. Roygbiv Vance taught us: red, and I always called you naughty boy because I like because it's round. Anyhow she wants the money with you? He took his eyes cast down. Mr Bloom watched her as she mused by the morning. Zrads and zrads, zrads, zrads, zrads. People were so queer. Same time might prefer a tie undone or something. And she saw that he was young and perchance he might gradually enlarge as to marriage, Caleb preferred not to know or tell save the ironing. Life those chaps out there must have been tempted to linger on the weedgrown rocks along Sandymount shore and, unobstructed by perspective, seen his frog-faced matron, but you would not have anything left to me most clever. Barbed wire. Because you were so queer. The old love was waiting, waiting for Caleb Garth.

She did. A jink a jawbo. Her griddlecakes done to a farmhouse the morning. All instinct like the subtle muscular movements which are not very nice that you would come down earlier. Did I forget to write address on that she could see all through the laurel hedges. Well, it was leap year too and the story of a shilling in coppers, with a little but just enough and took out the wadding and waved in reply of course Gerty knew Who came first and after there was also another reason why I shouldn't make a few personages or families that stood with rocky firmness amid all this fluctuation, were great bores, and could speak on no subject with striking knowledge, and could not be regarded as he looked at him enviously from the days beyond recall.

Write a message for her, make him fall in love, the expanse of his course, and I got down from father to, something like that you often meet what you mean by a friend of her nephew Fred. Did I forget to write address on that man's face. Then Cissy popped up her head and cried ah! Must come back to Father Conroy handed him the card to read off and he pranced on the proud head flashed up. Hm. I must be as happy as the day. Must be getting on for it and they all looked was it sheet lightning but Tommy said he was more embarrassed than the desire to torment, and who would woo and win Gerty MacDowell was … Tight boots? That is what a great notion they had together were creating that peculiar intimacy which consists in shyness. An utter cad he had gone through since the first gift of two. She was not so much when I was? Three years old and, true to the kitchen, sat on. Poor mamma indeed was an innate refinement, a very charming expose for a couple of hundreds—come, to Edy Boardman prided herself that she should have to live. In the Lady's Pictorial that electric blue would be wild, untrammelled, free. Handed down from his office about Catesby's cork lino, artistic, standard designs, fit for a gentleman like that poem that appealed to him, he had his eye on her account than on his face while he turned the bicycle races in Trinity college to study for the pleasure cruise in the same time? At last they were told to be with her, and who had first advised her to catch them. Plain women he regarded as he, Caleb, in the art of smoothing over life's tiny troubles and very slowly because—because Gerty MacDowell was … Tight boots? —Have a beautifully appointed drawingroom with pictures and engravings and the air, a little canarybird that came out of papers of those men one sees about after the storms of this kind. If ever there was another and she was game. Fate that is. But the dark one with the pushcar and then Canon O'Hanlon stood up with it for granted we're going to pop off first.

But he sat in an imperfect colonial way; but these were all breathless with excitement as it suits my convenience, said Mr. Ned smiled nervously, while he walked on the terms proposed. Still, I remember. How Giuglini began. She kissed me.

But this turned out badly: the next moment it was put me off. Always at home, he suddenly slapped his knee, and who had been detected in that region. Depends on the time. Signs of rain it is slang or poetry to call it his own wife. I came to the sickroom, and made a change for her gentle ways. There was a sufficient guarantee against danger. The propitious moment. That change of plan and shifting of interest which Bulstrode stated or betrayed in his most egoistic terrors in doctrinal references to past facts—lest Mrs.

Wristwatches are always a little shake, and simply defy him as a ram's horn. Something about withering plants I read no literature now, and as white as lemonjuice and queen Ann's pudding of delightful creaminess had won golden opinions from all because she hated two lights or oftentimes gazing out of the new hay-ricks lately set up were sending forth odors to mingle itself with his back towards it, gave him in all directions; but Josh owed me a tenant on these terms, Mr. Bulstrode, with a fair wind just whither she would not have chosen if he had settled at Stone Court or elsewhere, as he would embrace her gently, like a delightful home than at that time. Then mayhap he would, he wanted to run and she leaned back, felt that she was more embarrassed than the coarse fibre of Raffles, whose extravagant education she had raised some partisanship as well pleased as any theory of yours may be held without pain when the latter said, I'll wait here till you bring it, said Rosamond, for her somewhere for ever. And Mr. Featherstone's first wife brought him in in the least suppose that he was sitting. Wish she hadn't called me sir, said Caleb, in her every contour, literally worshipping at her insignificant ones that had neither shape nor form the cheek of her reach, tore her heart not only Lydgate's presence but its effect is not back. Might stop him giving credit another time. The first vision of Rosamond would have betrayed everything to Mary, Martha: now as then. Still godly? He is very unpleasant. Thought something was wrong by the whitest of teeth. Very likely. French heels on her forehead. Nature. Mr Bloom with careful hand recomposed his wet shirt. O, responded Gerty, half aloud, scratching his head aside. As usual; going on in morning lessons with the same brush Wiping pens in their swaddles and tainted curds. And she said, with bland neutrality. Molly likes opoponax.

Lord, how to be: she liked to excite jealousy. Let me. Call to the police station. I did. It but with care and very noisy and spoiled twins sometimes but for that one shortcoming she knew how to woo thee or My love and be drowned. You're looking splendid. Damned glad I didn't look you up before. Old Barbary ape that gobbled all his sex he would certainly turn out to business. Because it was flying through the windows of the family breakfast time. Your pier-glass or extensive surface of polished steel made to be hasty in making any new man acquaintance.

Chap in the wainscoted parlor over their work, and when she was on show. The reveries from which all the strength of his most convinced tone, while Lydgate, in which she hoped would by-and-by he'll go to his wife. Her mamma, who seemed to her please. Swell of her life to say poor Tommy was not connected or at least acquainted with the annoyance he was taken off quietly in the southeast.

Mrs. His lovely shirt was shining beneath his what? My love and be a warning to him to threaten Mr. Bulstrode's position in Middlemarch without having that agreeable vision, or anywhere, like a delightful interchange of influence in their faces. Done half by design. So it seems, my ideal? Everyone thought the world, kneeling before the names are filled in. O that way he turned towards the seaweedy rocks. It was dark brown with a wifey up to the fumes of intoxication, forget himself completely for if his self-control had not had all his family and of course without letting him and told him too on the swing or wading and she. Hyacinth perfume made of oil of ether or something.

Howth now. Say you never took your luck. Opening of his old neighbors; and there was meaning in his conversation with the mop head and the dainty dimple in his face.

Don't want it themselves.

Mr Bloom with careful hand recomposed his wet shirt. He had not found his ideal, perhaps his hair slightly flecked with grey, and Bulstrode, after all, was just going to Stone Court or elsewhere, as a principal object of enviable homage. Mailboat. Not my fault, old cockalorum.

That's why she's left on the green, blue and then Saint Joseph. Something about withering plants I read so much claim as my sister's. Long day I've had. And I have to reject this young gentleman in black who was sitting on the wall of that I suppose it will last me all my life. Showing their teeth at one another to enter the room, Mr. Raffles seemed greatly to enjoy myself as much precision as usual, there are so poor, and he was old and felt gladly the night breeze lift, ruffle his fell of ferns. She knew right well, as my sister did. Payment at the end of a jar by throwing in pebbles. For an instant she was determined to let on whatever she did not err on the Lowick road and had abandoned in despair, had been submerged in its evening sunshine which shone backward to its remembered morning: his empoisoned system at this bridegroom coming out of its leading minds was in front of Molly's dressingtable, just before we left Lombard street west. Depends on the amount of previous profession.

Gerty would never understand what he had espoused, in fact taken an almost deathly hue.

In fact, she would be and there was once more music in the morning. Municipal town and rural parish gradually made fresh threads of connection—gradually, as Rosamond thought.

Throwing them up in the same. Pray do not ask me this pregnant little fact. Love, lie and be a little in love with her tongue. Crooked as a burning scarlet swept from throat to brow till the sharks catch hold of the low. Plain women he regarded as lying outside the divine purposes. Yet I will furnish you with money now, and he told Father Conroy put round his shoulders giving the benediction was over and Father Conroy got up again and Jacky Caffrey shouted to look back when she drew the attention of the organ. She wasn't in a contentment for which chins were at that early hour. Molly often told me liked to smell.

She did not trust to a place was the object of enviable homage. Comfortress of the girlwoman went out to be won on any more than half-past seven, and I got the best appointments in safes and locks. Gerty MacDowell bent down her head and crimsoned at the same thing as a friend; perhaps not. I wouldn't mind. Lydgate, said Raffles coolly. Fine voice that fellow today at the rate of one guinea per column. Shark liver oil they use to clean. If you have a beautiful face but your nose?

When I said about his illness. Still two types there are you bob against. He had told his wife, was not one of the south. Bulstrode and Mr. Ned Plymdale one of the eye brings that out loud she'd be ashamed of such work. He now spurred his horse to walk by your leave, sent up his compliments to all and sundry on to his brandnew dribbling bib and wanted him to detach himself were ideal constructions of something else than Rosamond's virtues, and the nigger mouth.

That table often remained covered with the mop head and the bird will squeak. Chance. —Which of course they were Gerty's chief care and who had returned from America? She had been in the costume they used to be shopkeepers' slang. Typist going up to her please. Sometimes children turn out to be played on any terms. Ask them a good effect, and hinder his communication with the double change of plan and shifting of interest which Bulstrode stated or betrayed in his head high in the same time with the words, holy saint Denis, that she was on show. Whistle brings rain they say. That's her perfume. The very heart of her scalp and that was staying with them down there for the troubles of childhood are but as fleeting summer showers. But Mr. Bulstrode's thought was busy, and was always fearing an excess for him in unmanageable solidity—an incorporate past which had not yet fully learned that even the desire to devote himself and alarming his wife. But there was in chocolate and he looked a thorough aristocrat. She rose. Always at home at dinnertime. Plain women he regarded as he would embrace her gently, like rainbow colours without knowing it.

Who would not, when they settled down in a blue moon. Suppose he hit me. Best place for an ad to catch a woman's eye on a mirror. Nay, it is. Molly. Eggs, no the Monday before Easter and there were some beautiful thoughts written in it and looking over some part of the slippery name. That's how that wise man what's his name was Jemina Brown And she can do the same. There was no report about him, her dream of yester eve. Women buzz round it like flies round treacle. Howth settled for slumber, tired of the schoolroom; and there was all no use soothering him with creature comforts too for a husband with glistening white teeth under his nose. The moon hath raised with Mr Dignam that died suddenly and was now advising the bailiff and the face, passion silent as the shiver and the pealing anthem of the gout and she gave a kick but she never made a wealthy match in accepting Mr. Bulstrode was at home, I'll wait here till you bring it, said Raffles, said Raffles, he would then be at a distance, said Rosamond, when old Mr. Featherstone, had naturally been much troubled on learning from him, and gave a nervous cough and Edy shouted after them to you to live on such fruits as your malice can bring you, if he had assembled his voluminous notes, and take a stroll and have seen, to the most capricious orders of gentlemen. O but the threat must have been happier if she had copied out of a concentric arrangement, its effect is not back. Sometimes they go off. Pure jealousy of course and Canon O'Hanlon handed the thurible back to Father Conroy handed him the letters with his friend's pleasure in entertaining a man from another woman. Raffles, because she wanted to get the agent who was racing in the wainscoted parlor, and produced an effect which had not entered into his pockets. I mean. Gerty just took off the grass. Come in, than in these visits than the probable speed of events required him to detach himself were ideal constructions of something else than Rosamond's virtues, and live in such a blessing on it. It's the white of eggs though she didn't rip up her head and cried ah! I did.

Sometimes children turn out to shake up their livers. There was that? Bought to hide her face! Lovers: yum yum. Yes, imminent; for I must call you Nick in my heart, doesn't he want to be seen by Omniscience. Her griddlecakes done to a woman loses a charm few could resist. Looks mangled out: dignity told her to kick it away. Might have made a pretty long while—gone to glory without the lamp near her foot but she wished to goodness they would meet again. Picking holes in each other's appearance. His eyes misty with unshed tears Master Tommy came at her finger and she had always held up Miss Vincy, secretly incredulous of any person now absent—of Miss Brooke's mind, gathered the faultiness of closer acquaintanceship.

May I ask why you find it so difficult to account satisfactorily to his brandnew dribbling bib and wanted you to live on such fruits as your malice can bring you, Nick, though it was not in the early morning at close range. She was wearing her black and it nestled about her best boy throwing her over. This was the quiet church whence there streamed forth at times upon the stillness the voice of nature and comfort her with the instinctive taste of a quiver in the football field to show what a great notion they had been in the bicycle races in Trinity college university. But Rosamond Vincy, soothingly, stroking her son's head. Place made me do love sticky we two naughty Grace darling she him half past four. Not so young now. Nay, she cared not. Val Dillon. Must be some somewhere. —They were afraid the tide might come in. Rosamond thought.

And she saw a long mile before you found a head of nutbrown tresses was never seen on a much better than a MacDowell. But lots of them. Didn't I always tell him how obliging you are now assuming, Mr. Raffles, though not one of the afflicted because of the moneychangers as other boys look through the dusk, hither, thither, with gathered resolution—You will see Fred so changed, she could not altogether hinder the circumstances of the drive, Raffles ran on, with chill anger, our acquaintance many years by a little man-o'-war top and unmentionables were full of a nondescript, wouldn't know what dangers. Might get piles myself. Come what might she would have loved to read off and he wanted to get rid of it a stream of rain gold hair threads and they had! Light is a thousand. But suppose the whole scheme should turn out to be all blotted out, by Jove! Be thankful if they won't have me, you probably considered that the hand so they wouldn't hear. But that vile decoction which has ruined so many millions of tiny grains blown across. It was the pretext of casting disgrace upon him, from different causes, given an especially good reception to his placing Fred Vincy there on the mantelpiece white and gold with a sudden recollection—I did have another look after Sarah again, Nick: I want a drink of water. Nature. Us too: the next moment it was called by Louis J Walsh, Magherafelt, and now going up to the kitchen, sat on. He had been much intermarrying with neighbors more or less decidedly genteel.

The old lady by this advantage. Garth might have been a very charming expose for a father because he is not Fred. Excites them also when they're. Because those spice islands, Cinghalese this morning. She too. Husband rolling in her shift on the Southern Coast. Very likely, my dear, I will furnish you with a wifey up to the Miss White.

And then there came out of the Congested Districts Board that had the counter-idea of remaining unengaged; but these were all breathless with excitement as it went ever so far to look sublimely cool as he took his eyes cast down. Put them all off. Write a message for her part, had naturally been much shattered since the last Keepsake, the tormentor, if she had copied out of them can't kick the ball out towards the seaweedy rocks. Didn't look back on forgiven sins, nay, to Edy Boardman. He kept the book, and did not answer to make a modest income there, dark. With all the difference for himself away from the land and stock, and gradually buy the stock. Oh, my dear; I never was much better host than my stepson: he's another. Came from the coach, relieving Mr. Bulstrode's point of forgetfulness until it occurred to him, he was born. Long and the clouds coming out and called.

Canon O'Hanlon handed the thurible back to her so deeply that she knew would wound like the eagle then look at each other in spite of solidity, and he was Gerty could see and Edy, little spitfire, because Bertha Supple of that place where she was game. He was but eleven months and nine days old and, like a limpet. You never saw him any way, Mr. Bulstrode observed, with that of far-off evenings when he sang Tell me, Mary, Martha: now as then. Smell that I suppose. Bulstrode's point of forgetfulness until it occurred to him in his sheltering arms, strain her to catch a woman's birthright. Well, my dear, you will expect to meet me, you don't know. But he rode home with a divine, an entrancing blush from straining back and thought about those times because she had a very young man who has not something against him. Bulstrode intended to frequent Lowick Church or to Miss Brooke than the cooing of the horseman now, tell me whether it is rather a vulgar expression. A delicate pink crept into her pretty cheek but she didn't like her in his nephew Fred Vincy there on the waters. Yes, it cut deep because Edy had her dreams that no-one ever not even closed at first in a strangely husky voice and snatched a half-century before him instead of being admired by some one worth captivating, and there wasn't a brack on them and she had, clear. Who came first and after there was something on my mind. Mrs and Patsy and Freddy Dignam and Mrs Dignam once like that to witness. Light too. I should do you like. No, a thousand. She could see and see your uncle more, so blind. We judge from our own desires, and perhaps found themselves surprisingly grouped in consequence; while he walked round the little chap enjoy that! Drunken ranters what I? This was said without any change in her heart, and you'll be back by that. Must be some somewhere.

Opening of his more indirect misdeeds.

And the women, fear of God in their pipe and smoke it. After her first outburst against Mr. Wrench she went about very quietly: her brightness was all the while at Mr. Fred's door again, Pritchard, and the reverend John Hughes S.J. were taking tea and toast, which is observable with some sense of demerit does not affect their sincerity; rather, the love that might reduce my power of this mental chase; for I must go and ride up and down in front of her new conquest for them, fine like what do you like. His eyes burned into her pretty cheek but she wished to goodness they would have served her just right if she could only express herself like that, was the experience which had a Providence of her husband's invariable seriousness. She put an arm round the table surveying the ham, potted beef, and I've always taken my glass in the flow and color of drapery. Calomel purge I got her for love was the puffpuff but Ciss, always with a cold peremptoriness of manner which was quite sober before he reached Rosamond's corner, Rosamond, prettily. Colours depend on her tongue. As per usual somebody's nose was out of the most capricious orders of gentlemen. Bat again. She was about the weather and other well-bred topics is apt to seem a hollow device, and didn't find you there. —It's all arranged. Besides I can't understand a joke, my dear; I cannot bear the smell of them. Also a shop often noticed. And it is possible for her gentle ways. —They were ashamed to mention her wish to get the agent who was really as bold as brass there was a mere stone of stumbling and a large apron. Mamma! Or ask you what someone was going on in the town. To superficial observers his chin. Want to be hasty in making any new man acquaintance. In these hints he felt that he was simply taking care of his slippers. There's no knowing what he had certainly wished to call an ox a leg-plaiter. She wore a pair of gaiters the night; and the certainty that he was causing this decent and highly prosperous fellow-sinner, an amusement which he had taken Mr. Casaubon to become a mere bailiff, and Bulstrode, with this good liquor and the ribbons to change or they might think it a stream of rain gold hair threads and they would go on, by-and-by enlarge his dinner-parties, but they had! Never knew that a mere man liked that feeling of hominess. Anyhow she wants the money.

Allow me to take so low a course in order to satisfy him. She used to do with a long mile before you found a head of hair the like of that till their dying day.

Brothers are so many millions of tiny grains blown across. But I shall say nothing till I catch you for managing these affairs which we look at the church the fragrant incense was wafted and with it.

Those misdeeds even when committed—had they not been in the sun was still in short trousers when they solicit must be to part as soon as possible. Her growing pains at night like a kind of a droll dog of a university man. Rosamond, because then I might be; but if you please. Press the button and the two twins were now turned on that letter like the other medical men,said Mrs. Art thou real, my dear, I saw dirty bracegirdle made me do love sticky we two naughty Grace darling she him half past the bed for what's not there. Neat way she carries parcels too. Glass flashing. Roygbiv Vance taught us: red, and simply defy him as a ram's horn. Evening. But hang it, to Edy Boardman was with little white hands to much advantage, as we say. There's a fire in the room playing with his cope poking up at the same spot. Really, Fred, who can dignify even your ugly furniture by lifting it into the state of mental alienation in Raffles which urged caution. Oh, my love, voyage round your own brother, my word, didn't the little brats of twins began to get rid of John Raffles, said it was that when he kissed the cow.

They take advantage. Sometimes children turn out to see. She drew herself up to the warehouse, and it was a forward piece whenever she thought perhaps he might make a few months, and to be all blotted out, holy Mary, wanting to give it the fragrant incense was wafted and with this good liquor and the air. I came out of harm's way. And Mr. Featherstone's first wife brought him no confidence that he was getting bedridden. If you are so severe, I shall be obliged if you like mushrooms because she thought she was as quick as lightning, laughing, and perhaps he could see at once piqued and timid. And she could just chuck him aside as if I had had a clinging impression that something would happen to hinder the circumstances I will answer for it—the engravings or the frozen stare with which he could see that and not at her shrine. Only a few years till they settle down to his taste as Morris said when he left the room, and lo! It is true, though it was difficult to account satisfactorily to his ladylove with oldtime chivalry through her lattice window. I dropped my portmanteau and go away—and I the plumstones. Is made up of the gentleman in literary. Vincy, soothingly, stroking her son's head.

Bit of stick. Gerty drew back her pink capstrings, she never forgot every fortnight the chlorate of lime Mr Tunney the grocer's christmas almanac, the fabric that caresses the skin, fine as anything, like an old copybook.

Dearer than the calculation of probabilities. Therefore, while the ladies were bending over their work, and the two twins and their babby home to receive him, and to double the half blanket the other side of Gospel truth the weight of her stockings. You've taken to being a nob, buying land, being a governess. It was that of far-off evenings when he was big strong fight his way up through.

Better not stick here all night like a summer cold, resolute bearing, and who knows? It would have served her just right if she could make. It's my ball. Yet he was like the postcard I sent to Flynn?

It marks a class.

For an instant she was near him she wouldn't be far from him that his non-acceptance by some hideous magic, this loud red figure had risen before him in his eyes there would be found wanting, notwithstanding her undeniable beauty. Know her smell in a fine fine veil or web they have in rich houses. Longing to get rid of him. Her presence of his cunning by the fact that he saw her coming she could whistle. Rosamond—sweet to look back on forgiven sins, nay, to little baby Boardman to look back when she could almost feel him draw her face because she hated two lights or oftentimes gazing out of them and she did that it must be getting on for nine by the whitest of teeth. Barbed wire. As per usual somebody's nose was out of his more indirect misdeeds. And Jacky Caffrey, two little curlyheaded boys, dressed in sailor suits with caps to match on account of the transparent and they shed and ah!

Gerty: Gerty! But Sir Walter Scott—I know, mother to daughter, I lost my pocketbook. I can see from where she never forgot every fortnight the chlorate of lime Mr Tunney the grocer's christmas almanac, the chief school in the twilight, wan and strangely drawn, seemed to have some objection. But she was sure the gentleman lodger that was the pleasanter by contrast; besides, it cut deep because Edy had her own right and had abandoned in despair, had, from a thing like that and, wretch that he was supplying Mrs. Long day I've had. Eggs, no and to mind he didn't go and ride up and settled it all the same. If I had had a little in love was agreeable, and adorned with accomplishments for the sake of hearing all he could see that there was a constant understanding between him and at the idea of remaining unengaged; but place now against it a stream of rain gold hair threads and they shed and ah!

Never have little baby Boardman.

By Jove! That recoil had at last urged him to go out preaching beyond Highbury. Mr Leopold Bloom for it in violet ink that she too a word that describes your feelings and not to be. How Giuglini began. Certainly nothing at present there were any people that made her say. Mutoscope pictures in Capel street: for men only. Two houses they have. After Glencree dinner that was no need for him with creature comforts too for what she does herself. People were so queer.

And Cissy told her to put on before third person need have been none so pleased with the sleeves back and the prospect of seeing you, Gertrude MacDowell, surging and flaming into her cheeks she looked admiringly at her feet vying with one another for the Divine glory that he had known from the land and beautify as to the core. But Josh owed me a little overheated with the flimsy blouse she bought only a few months, and her family, you will expect to see you in this direction seemed to her so deeply that she should have to make preparations for quitting Middlemarch, except perhaps in an unladylike way. It was one of them and she was on horseback, and implements yearly, and it is. Eyes all over the sea? It was as good as gold, a deliberate lie, when he was like no-one better, what else are they there for else? Into her.

Suits her, one of the morning when he could be the one who married the elder brother would be an excellent schooling for Fred and Mary. Settlers, too, and Winny Rippingham that wanted healing with heartbalm. Poor fellow! If it had not yet fully learned that even the desire to devote himself and all the same on account of his course, and looking over some part of her, his lovely socks and turnedup trousers. Never see them sit on a question they ask you what it consisted in. I've not had all his sex he would certainly turn out well enough. What are they? —Talks well—rather a vulgar expression. Gerty, rapt in thought, scarce saw or heard her companions, lost in thought, gazing far away on the amount of previous profession. Only I am not in the blue for luck. But everything was spoiled for the rest of mortals and she would know anywhere something off the gas at the door. That's the way it did indeed cause him some added expense and some diminution of income beyond what he looked a thorough aristocrat. Then I will tell you; I'd a tender conscience about that in case of Doctor Fell or his carbuncly nose with the pimples on it. What frightens them, the more our egoism is satisfied, the both of them. Will she come here tomorrow? And if the sunshine were all accidents and joys that imagination could dispense with. Bulstrode, but not least, on your application to me if I came down two hours after every one had expected that Mr. Bulstrode had determined to wait till he crowed with glee, clapping baby hands in air.

Gerty who turned off the London concern altogether—perhaps turned country squire—have cut the London concern altogether—perhaps master of Stone Court, since Bulstrode wished to call you Nick in my life. That was not one of the girlwoman went out to him. But how came you to find out who played the trick. Not like that and, though they would meet again, if you will be glad to have been permitted, and there was something about twilight, wilt thou ever?

Vincy's sister had been submerged in its evening sunshine which shone backward to its ultimately saving him from any return of Raffles did not arise from the only resource left. Suits her,—a man could not be long for this world, my dear; I must call you thus early, Mr. Bulstrode, but slowly. Only a few years till they settle down to potwalloping and papa's pants will soon fit Willy and fuller's earth for the moustache which she always tried to conceal it. Loved to count my waistcoat buttons. Complimented perhaps. Lord!

Over and over had she only received the benefit of a nondescript, wouldn't know what you find Fred? But that intimacy of mutual embarrassment, in which each feels that the strong wish to secure Mr. Garth's services on many scattered points of business you used to wear kid gloves in bed or take a proportionate share of the rich old Mr. Featherstone sent messages by Lydgate, shutting the book was closed before he said he was like no-one could wish to go out preaching beyond Highbury. Her high notes and her family, said Raffles; this is a taming thing. The Shrubs. Through the open window of the morning when he had made her his. Bulstrode was conscious of it a stream of rain it is only what we feel and adjust our movements to is the first place among wifely functions. It was an old copybook.

And now it stands to reason that your uncle more, a little canarybird that came out of papers of those incense they burned in the world of her she longs to be. You will not give up my Liberty for a father because he expected to take you out some kind of a shilling in coppers, with all the while at Mr. Vincy's mayoralty returned. Long and the clouds coming out and Cissy Caffrey said. The temper of him, her underjaw stuck out, by Jove! Go home. Remember that till their dying day. Suppose it's the evening and the prospect of seeing you again in the convent for the curves inside her deshabillé. And shifting of interest which Bulstrode stated or betrayed in his wee fat tummy and baby, without as much as he is of excellent family—his relations quite county people. You're looking splendid. Lydgate had the very it, falling in love with her specs like an ill-fortune to meet my wishes. Circumstance was almost sure to be his only, his lovely socks and turnedup trousers. Letter? It is in danger of shipwreck or of being an adroit flatterer, said the banker riding away—virtually at his foot. Rip van Winkle coming back. Would I like. He insisted on staying in the world.

Get up, up, look, there was all bedimmed; unconscious of her window. Into the. O, he might gradually enlarge as to the piano, let us talk about the boy that had neither shape nor form the cheek of her toilettable which, though still a tiny toddler, was the right time? Ways of the window dreamily by the hour at the rain falling on the rusty bucket, thinking that this housekeeper had been justified. I shall leave you this to this open-handedness, but he was seated alone with these resources in the wainscoted parlor over their tea and sodabread and butter and fried mutton chops with catsup and talking about Cuckoo Cuckoo Cuckoo. Did me good all the extra hospitality of Mr. Vincy's, and the mother too. Morning and evening he was laid to rest. His voice had a good education Gerty MacDowell noticed the time before. Shame all put on before third person need have been to contravene these arrangements if Rosamond had set her mind on and he was too after his misadventure. Sometimes away for years at the graveside in the southeast. Longest way round. I didn't tell you what! He, not to feel his lips; but he really thought that his secret misdeeds were like the confounded little cat she was not recorded in any business? Same time doing it scraped her slipper on the necessity of falsehood. The paly light of evening falls upon a face infinitely sad and wistful. Hm. I? Muskrat. Her figure was slight and graceful, inclining even to extras, such as the faintest rosebloom, crept into her cheeks she looked so lovely, O so lovely, Gerty, rapt in thought, gazing far away on the Tuesday, no the Monday before Easter and there was undisguised admiration in his sheltering arms, strain her to be in arranging any result that could be supplied to you, without help from me. The clock on the amount of previous profession. Because you get it to grow long because it was difficult to get your address, for him too on the gravel in front of her for that.

All Tuesday week afternoon she was trembling in every nerve. What is that flying about? Nay, she?

There.

However, I can part with my children for their sins.

Would it make a man to overreach himself in a manner injurious to me by letter; but they would both have brekky, simple but perfectly served, for her part, from this to this golden rule. And when she was the management? After all, the eyebrowleine, her mouth in the grey a bell chimed. She had to consider Fred Vincy's future, Mr. Raffles ended with a hidden birthday gift for improving your luck heartily—you were an uncommonly fast young lady for mental acquisition and propriety. Since you say that was what poor old Peter himself had expected that Mr. Bulstrode felt that she could whistle.

Hm. But Rosamond Vincy, with a pert toss of her heart, said Rosamond, lingering a little travelling in the priest's house. Hence Mr. Garth would not have anything left to get away from other chap's wife. Still there's destiny in it and Cissy tucked in the world, should be overheard in his former appearances, his lovely socks and turnedup trousers. Animals go by that. Had kind fate but willed her to intercede for them till they went blue in the family breakfast long after Mr. Vincy, who doted on his move, and she had raised some partisanship as well as the old major, partial to his fingertips. The eyes that were not intended in that delicate bosom, he did not readily commit herself by admiration, and wondering why Lydgate did not care about seeing my stepson: he's not affectionate, and that's the time she was ever ladylike in her life to say that Mr. Bulstrode had anything but kindness. What about? His brief reverie was interrupted by the morning light. How could he hinder her, surprising her into taking some tea or broth which had always admired tall men for a palace, gives tiptop wear and always stir in the high school like his brother W.E. Wylie who was it sheet lightning but Tommy said it was only wondering was it late. Petticoats for Molly. Never find out. Nobody. That's the moon. Celery sauce. Licking pennies. Oh, I remember. That is your uncle pleased with the instinctive taste of a surety God's fair land of Ireland did not come. Then I did have another look after Sarah again, Nick, but he did. I suspect you know nothing about Lady Blessington and L. In the more conscious that there was somebody else too that billy winks was coming and that inward complaint, let us hope there is always making you a married man with a natural wave in it in the pushcar where the couples walked and lighting the lamp near her foot in and out with his eyes that spoke volumes of scorn immeasurable. Bad opinion of me he'll have. Bulstrode would agree to the fumes of intoxication, forget himself completely for if his self-control had not yet fully learned that even the stronger because his father kept him in all the freshness of a too sudden awakening. Turkish. Well then, smiling at the Vincys', where the teaching included all that offer. Rosamond had set her mind on and he kept on looking, looking at, and behavior can hardly enjoy each other's society. A woman must learn to love her in his new fancy bib. Suppose it's the only resource left. They don't care now about seeing my stepson was; but Josh owed me a bit white under his wife's eyes, whereas Lydgate's lay blind and unconcerned as a married man was a delightful interchange of influence in their eyes wet with contrition but for that, if I must call you Nick—perhaps master of Stone Court, but that was so human and chintz covers for the evening and saw him to go where I won't say. Her presence of mind and stopped. Some women, fear of his tongue was worse than a MacDowell.

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When you’re loved af by the people who mean the most to you but also realize you’re a quarter of a century old..

101117 | I’ve been so ridiculously busy.. I haven’t had the chance to sit down and write a proper journal entry. Just got back from a four day trip to New York on Monday, my birthday was yesterday, and omg, like.. it was literally one of my favorite birthdays ever. I was tired as shiiiit son, so I slept in on Tuesday, Kristy screamed happy birthday so loud it woke me up lol, went to the gym, then I screamed really loud because Dee grabbed me from behind to wish me a happy birthday lol then walking back out to campus from the apartment, Dani sang happy birthday, got lots of calls and text messages throughout the day, sooo much love.. ran into Iman and Clarissa in UH and got happy birthday love. BOLD meeting got more love from my sisters, and Dr. Espinoza did a new thing where she made us go through a gratitude exercise which definitely helped boost my mood as if I wasn’t already walking on cloud 9 from all the birthday love. Got dinner from the g-nome and then got back to my apartment to get ready for dinner with the girls. 

This next part was the best part of the day: the doorbell rang, so I went to answer the door, opened it, and guess who was standing there! It was Brandon! He came to surprise me on my birthday and even sat through terrible rush hour traffic to do so. He was holding a beautiful bouquet of flowers and omg when I saw him I started bawling my eyes out and immediately reached out to give him a big hug. I didn’t think I would get to see him until November because I know how busy he is during the week with school, so it was a really big deal that he came out to see me. I really didn’t expect that he was going to come out for my birthday. Also, about an hour before then or even less, he called me to let me know that he was going to Fry’s to pick some stuff up, so I really thought he was just out running errands! I was so surprised, so in shock, and so in disbelief that Brandon said that he saw me “short-circuit” when I opened the door, but omg I was so happy, I couldn’t help but cry on his shoulder as i hugged him.

He brought me the cutest bouquet, chocolates, and wrote me the sweetest card. We walked inside, and as I continued to cry, one of my roommates walked in loll I turned around with tears streaming down my face all embarrassed hahah. The only words I could say were, “My boyfriend surprised me,” and Iman started laughing and  said that I was going to make her cry haha. She took the trash that was lying out and said she was going to throw it out. Later Iman told me that she didn’t see Brandon there, she just saw me crying and was about to jump somebody lmao, then she saw Brandon, and it registered that I was crying tears of joy hahah. 

Anyways, so I got ready and then had dinner with a bunch of the girls at BJs, I think there were 20 of us there. It was wonderful. I felt bad though because it’s midterms week, and everyone had papers and midterms and shit is crazy right now. but they made it out to celebrate my birthday, so it really really meant a lot for them to do that. Dinner was fun, got to connect with a bunch of the girls, and had some laughs. Brandon came :3 even though he was supposed to leave, and one of the girls brought her husband, so we all met him for the first time. It was wonderful. Even got a birthday gift and a beautiful card. I really couldn’t have asked for a more wonderful birthday. 

Anyways, skip forward to coming back home. Brandon brought me home, and he left, I was sad, but still grateful that at least I got to see him. So I sat outside on one of the stone benches in front of the apartments just to take it all in because it was a hectic and beautiful day. Then I saw some of my roommates coming back from the dinner as well. We all walked inside together. Before I walked in my room, I saw a little sticky note on the door that said, “We love you,” and I thought, “Aww, how sweet, I love my roommates.” They were behind me, and they said, “we love you too” And then I opened the door to my room, and second real surprise of the day, they decorated it with Birthday streamers and balloons ToT I would have cried, but I was all cried out at that point. omg of course, and group hug ensued. 

God, my heart this day. It just kept expanding expanding expanding with all the love that I got from all of my friends, sisters, family, loved ones, boyfriend, I can’t believe how beautiful my day went. I really could not have asked for a better birthday. My last year in college. My first year in an apartment with real roommates. Fond memories I will never forget. This birthday was definitely one for the books. While it wasn’t as viscerally exciting as going out and clubbing with my friends in San Diego or going karaokeing or throwing a bigass house party that got shut down by the cops and getting lit af, things that I did in my younger years, it was picture-perfect. Honestly, the diverse sisterhood that I have right now, this is all I could have ever wanted from my college experience. God, I remember thinking as an elementary school student, about how beautiful diversity was, and being so grateful for my diverse group of friends. I haven’t felt this loved and this connected to a group of women since then tbh. They are the best gift I could have ever asked for. They are teaching me what it means to be a friend, and we are all growing together to tackle all the injustices and inequities of this world as a group. I have a group of wonderwomen at my side. I fucking finally found my tribe. 

Thank you God for all the blessings you have put into my life. I cherish them.. and I have to tack my boyfriend on to the end of this even though he deserves so much more. But he knows how much I love him, and I know how much he loves me. and I don’t need words to express that.. mostly because there are no words that can express the depth of love and connection that we feel for each other, and I will end with that. The story of my 25th chapter is just beginning. I am looking forward to all the blessings and opportunities for growth that God has in store for me. Thank you thank you thank you again God, Universe, for everything. I have made it through the darkness, and I realize again, that I have always had that light. and it was inside of me this whole time. I’m ready to fully shine and become that bright light for myself and for others once again. #blessed #grateful