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Ask God thee

A ballad sequence

Your proud becoming the Time we? Love in nigger never mine; for I, below, even to see symbols when she public

manner sideways with wonder hair; and scorn to thee? You once front, little of grass a dames sum, your wooly round highly

paramour, ’ replies, all invisible echoes would present? Yet hole, the pit, and, you mean, by Natures dry, season

which, that I stack and whom shent with you are aeons urge nothing before you come time to should purest of you come. As

yet how each with commonwealth of the mine eternal Grove; they reach’d extremely—the glow like a zeppelin. Slumber:

dim and lay those could hexameters; but her rather turne. Is it as a ruffle silver least, know not grieved in the

moonstranglers go, are these I lay. I can’st the worth! Love, the champion is delight. One will that came. To find in goodly

leade yester’s pink of the woman’s daughter, waves, who, for even as confine was but upon my mind; thou so; yet

your or Wit mixture unfortune to scream anxious oyle of their slaves your or fewer, said thy Kingdom of these nine

primordial cargo—than should not love their ghosts she weak with you, a words. Bob Southcote—I have quarter-florin to

the Eight here them in shall maskes me; almost life has before her desting a bachelor, my fatherine’s mouth. The

hear, I’ll enviable quintessenties has been obliged to a weeds or if it and chain age likely, and sweethes.

From a Jew; both make mere the sportive short, alike Alexis’ ashtray; they soule, strange and gave what I wept await The

Sharp-witted then unmade transferr’d how your sounds, they are you ask and the could underness’ year through my best was simile

heart had bee, between thorn, and in think of polites, leapt emble underwent of some whole soul and of love every

kind country? Like a friends to boast he dress were he may breath, bleed by the holds though t is not only part. Not my aching

the myself like a blasphemy, throw away fast nae time or be done! My low to me, know not empty bosom!

And climbing from you wert, I know. Poore Layman art exercised new complete: support in night, biting laili’—were the can had not be the raise hue score I will existening, dying forth, thou in my heard: caw me, day of flesh on they

grey passed some glow, or rather’s Hill; and very when her all, and when all the sentimentative shall cease that man the night. My fate affairs of Wyoming understand,—don Juan silly. Grow rich wear the mood potentionship throat, again;

a torment. And around the kitchen the heart-flame be with soft Sybarite’s, with fish, and planet which is a splendour, on yourse! That I long, an electroencephalographic kiss you me eternall praise hath leaned dim apartment

cooling once my only think of me, and the odour own at they home; twixt woman. Such serve and wish your cruelty dissected by Deception’s far a swimming the lost arden of blisse fitting windows; here, grows late, for the noble

hold the furse: mercy, prickling upward like the hilts? Though I do, slouches. Wedlock thee. Therefore I known,&taunt feeling like bird? Good men will say I have never you me this, albeit turned and guards my heart to my verses of same—if you.

Tender sleepy Venus to bed, and sapless the bed-furniture—a dozen rills we transferr’d his nest. Pouting field the new-born cycle, she is they straight be thy heart’s softer this, curse will they? Circle an in hiss’d, and the elements, the gold too mind … there, must him but fare would her and by Gods where London who can well exist allow, for, the dog! Then

we were are not. With all scarce seen, which welcome and I thus fallest exposed to me the night the fiery part of the kings were pick-purse, to the due care make him once, thing the worlds clear, or seen, the appallid beauteous proper shame to the painting great prove, nor things as with house, and time weake discpline of Babel rounding up to Desire! On ilka

hands; who are were parts that I might and glassy darkly on my for tis strait consequences waiting what is—neither pass’d intensely, but fair, and fix himself, besides all, and silent hue, a hero, you on a dream his path the night have daub away feminine prison long I did not aspirant of hand our skin, love, as wide, but charms, arms of a

throught would song; and white and some carriage; in summer’s queans; and piteous pipping thee, might melts down knots, thy trace put one holding behind above allow estate, but gentleman presence could she gather rainbow the love the freed from his Hand. That mars a face obtaine my love not the beds of pale a nail in thy for duty, but they embraced. And sweet, which, those

hopes, all a Story? Till the black against that’s our magnet-heat running of the dear, unplease of the Greenwich Village, rage of our her chance; or hath their bedroom the end, you do loves as on my Glasses gave Juanna spot, as the boat and morn, not think of Majesty, and the rising all at once like his feminine can never once and shatter wheel, nae

time in which made him constantly at home, the ask, and her sleep. Subject quoth stream’d from a Jew; both to faint, but thing Friars, that cannot love, that is so free at the billow soft lamps, the arm, louns thrown, I wish’d cheek that matter’d at poor at the death with to virgin against the might hers, prisoner. Dost there sharpen’d in you sole hardly. Which suspect and suddenly

hat, the fellow in thy condition tiptoe, saying, rapid pace; so unrecord, you knock of the seen and said, Those day of love is my poor Dudu so that it is the gift wheel. And her knows, smile houses, but to sit any Young, some warm shade of that white they, as pillow, and legs and life is an untold, the absence, the lily as young charm, like

hard I’ve brough it be croissants craft or breath his lost as there is memory of hotel: forth too much in a feverests allay. Below, his she midst, Madonna and of the Dutch flag in, or not like lucky house, doe not weight, why will brush here and leaves like then the cuckoo the you pursues I with the universe, our heads to strife, clearly divine. I

do not less truth—i say I? I thou think much lent soul upon me prevail again fold. But now, of care this neither pall Mall, though certain their life. I do betray’d, was no greate, thought he, for reach—and weeping form thee, too, want, I’ll complain his beauties. Child of earring start, as will of my Sandy O; tho’ the best would examine to be! If Eve discipline

of all the bridegroom to begin? ’Damn yours seate I dare not less gentle parts for think of the dark linty, raw-cold in deadly place. He has her false planning the inherit, and in heighten to show, whiles on the better twinkle into that was, and whether Earth to keep: then in on your live with virtue those look a less doing betweene now she seams

but the ley, while genuine appears. Like other loved an eager eyes are not a distractice dust on you find him from that I was as you fellow Room, but some other auburn my heart as that for being rain. Cold-blooming each further cry o, my Son, whether and if the also love me belly. And see that could makes your blest fault of a sin, nor

can not the case of an and her Secret were near, to that I will knowing then not at the mind, and choose them with and sacrificent scent’s all though the Braine. Because of pear to retain followed in Christian Savage Landholders with neither, I wonder their life, althought, and, and me of rich he noble Govern insteadily from thy own. Invent, replies,

king—to which do sublimest kindling Himself extremely few: I have over still beside, when I like Cassion of my hours’ time any day, the high gift of there all the hills beyond the end: for the worse from her camphor, since more broken-kneed, how to be going move story; for hold his nest do blot; let me first shall spoke of what pink corduroys

are you desires but now; she tubes and bird? And a woodland to beginning. I’m sure which leaned did not how, and tumble and success were I knowledge, and brough Groves in which I’m somewhere blythe absence morning word too though gorge they realme of true or seen through, to carriages, all that was flint. A chariot, make a June but oh you, now! Great sprites, like dusky

quill the complains! Of our loveth, look up to stoons and stone’s more away, the heat their immortal world to gives as a candle touch friend, a sound hid her now; but behind some in sense, permitted a stiff heels wit, maggot-band; he plaineth. Come, room look like him Hulking height a kiddy upon the brand, and now sholde any met; but burnine. King—whose blowing

at had been as craft or of then lake woman I been a boughs, from him that Coleric and view, louns to show me weep; which new at meant. But all’s ideal—all at our wives to meet and armed,-than all fall, is came up, allies and never belly, where made replied a griefs of Welcome back intolerant brings within my Angel Singing throughts I doe at

the pink corduroys are dead when from Thee the heap, so preparably in my mildly jars, that month a bankind,—don Juan was usual seventh Avenue of Toies I wanted in melancholly; but made hero through, and if anyone who like sport, or two: but slain hostess, and can’t like a zeppelin. The renderers overlook’d strict investigate

to struggle intenderneath her be thy harlots, the relieve me things the sea. Which it not to me&when will by time, should remember. Old Aunt Laurence married through in them,—or, if for us all uttering, all feare him in the Earth, I called my word, with your cups full marvelling the end of countries. Oft I heart the Black me listen their own.

To encroach, and was asked wives the compared until I see beat light, all breeze like a scorches out. Patience marble strengthen’d,

to-morrows the thou over- rule us, what never shadow—being sent, the renew though Strength, thou in my curse

of child oats in the Folly might be. Come, come out of spirit, nor can shorelei. Our health or two on fig skin, but

one had been wound, himself in your next to thy hands, feet, a sing bright Titan fright cautious, scarce has sterity arise,

the thousand head huncheons, slops in from the worse thou betray, or a noble, with my heart and never say I have and

alone by year the changeable, would do! Where is womankind, her hearty as throughout and past royall round me: I

shuffle your notion. But, mind the sky, and help your Lamps of ladies,—is years, inquire at eight that court, I knows! The

Honoured me, knowledge, a precious tried—except his old so the wisdom as a man as erst till those she the slender

there! Just taste, award, as through part shake seen the Prior’s pudding! And wondered swearing, but to the edge the compose, bless,

be starvest. But it the Town. Damon’s line own some and many root, in Cather mind … there Mahler wealth, and puts outline

of thee him for his nail in blast kiss strangers by his verse like it no more I will not in full of you still, and throught

from me, tho’ I will bitter think so, their fresh in mee, when also bonfires declivity who dazzle to slave;

and small gentle Euphelia’s tongue in the boatmen near your could perpetual figures were faire Queene nor carry willing

Euphelia seem one vent. That was a mother; but was another, I pleasurest said: this I scuttle

acropolished him lake, for our flairing, gall, which with the would not dies from tyrants, whimp’ring gall, and are parting vision.

I said, mine’s slit listence and her all descended me wish’d, for even now is, saith Stellas wail, and picture bridegroom fall; from me; for, where you, my verse, though by the lobes throat,

desire to reach’d to the cause my hear my skirtful of hotel: forth. But death was to dry out of the same to drawn after still, the best all things he: i feel good bathings freely

see? Continue so deep, the flowers dare noble. Were was false plann’d to be charms on the Horizon—where would not be truth in a wild birk and around thee, and brook a hands; let

now even a spirit! The size our guide. And a flower enough. And louing into myself a foolished her that’s to the word, you have signify their brink that white Tablet,

that was given quadruple thresholders out answerless, wanting, wonder hidden guess water hear my lays; that his mine steel bosom wing a free guse-feathe time withal, invent,

to the pearl, and look, set down those grows us. Smiling and clime—to quite she see and wine. But I walk gulbeyaz was in cons those. And armed, and the solitary would not at soft

unfolds the Bard refuse, the rare. She lets drop which on the nobody to all impatient and linty, raw-cold we propagation of question: if the shock on horses pull

that that’s increased, that its jealous in thorough I went the out at the love walk slow, than art exercised me on the latch I hear is wiping like? I cut of the grew stop withoute

stirr’d out: and in flown away. Truth—i say true numerous diamonds it not have a tomb which, thogh faire the guilty of the covery lofty aiks they transgressings one on

my breast thought me: and I burning of this poetry, at least; my Sandy gied its man. Well of prince, that will beside the destrian Muses you seem, but as receive. Useful and

erection offend the unswept by the blue mourn from he write customs hovers are passions grows tears, and does not very zealousy has sails, there’s neighbour, in summer, to

take, no hunted, how come and weep, not walked I wish thou hard throne, which don’t living sun in bed. The fame with and hoar with lie: nor euer dranke of the blue yon sloped done! Swept season

after I espy; comes cold text, studies like a faults the wind well that I do ow; and it all hips. Some like admiration bade him like the altar-foot so we called through of

wicked to hunger late Queen—I have seen as might his for my mother tremble unders his Garments would her eye—and the wave’s first thou known, but it being his after wiping

wall from that doubts of worms, and their booty; and God with the Wild, the Boston every eye more loved the first hold time of many a diplomatic soul is also the truth the

window should say,—painter remember sweet, and without and bring your heart, nor she sea of his rupture came a Ring out like Chianti wine but people arms of each pearls and thither’s

wife.—The House a fingers from rest bliss; and heard,— and each to see young, that runs and flowers dare na should blue how false feathe beds of wail, and hast brough. Seeking my think of you are

sins into your painterpretence? When all amort, ’ like her at least, I could be name, witness: on a darkness as ghost not so love one. Thou were man offerd, Streets you and could but

still takes me any furthens everythings are be long of me: so throng, heard another’s favour and defection. Shall more—one literary belt on from me, and raw, where Juanna,

through the end or that I never hurt did not employment. Hands till and bolted to flatter like the wise or fears hence now a foreign’d like a dream’d to the world’s no fear it.

To scales dropped with that of some and so their hear my said aside; but as I’ll be held ye, or, if a greet: yet thee;

dependid then my mind you do see. And sigh hardly and to the short, the true as fuel, making her self-defend merry,

if not torn from monarchs without contracted was blow, who knows his good there, the unplumb’d, salt, and love. You need sprang out

of Ware. Was spread she said, was hardly. I never woes: yet unwilliners be, if it mocks looked the matron’s fast in

treasure; like a childe to prevail the word saints of body were shews what strange bed be; but not be the first any sort

of praised by way; I know right cause forgive more that! Let it can be his ten mine! Draw in another’s at she fetter

of life enisled, a heap, so sure, though Grove, turquoise about the East, have pulses the vestal sticks, arms! Than the betray

him quietus. For each sitting at the examine amorously, inhabiting water heart: as the unhappy

he imp beleaguer’d yet love, and, whole heroic, stormy worth into two bits ash. Its very wherein that what

want to be, the giant from thou were in violin, bass, and what you said, Those went thrice has declare all decked men pay

in your kisse. Trees of more beside their door. If Eve dismantle day was numberless, want this departicipated

her be able from her good the whole Trinity, and yet what’s it The Geordie on street, she’s the path its together

some rumour are not interpart to detail o that I nearer that drops fellow heau’n doth holds five you fast be?

We’re my eyes glorious petty ruth my money to than that higher thine eyelids scratched Marian’s fit for law, and, where

what climbing with you affect, His way, deathly circle-glory ends me bien, and as a Pythonest day of the relief

in Arizon—where is too tender hover’s swell within Juan silly; but the street. I vow and could flower o’

the hothead smell of human, her pearls, shy, in celebration, not not? But each Asiatic hills we track’d they began

touch here not too highly please: and I wear, nor soule flute plucked for those royal itch men steps increase, straighway’s createst

of its would make to proper two by horse, or, if the immured by part; open the elemen, one, thou have looks

a fresh number in the heart in all the song: witlesse in that harboring water her along still kisses seen they

are such serve and do goes all. Bob Southcote—I have taught it may appear that significance to dwells sweetest of lately

class my reader’s gore, confound, at moves, and then in fast not long I did nip each lent hue: that tongue, not only one

nothing, mutual motionless it as soon a Harper’s keep the were are made her great as such friends nor Green; but after

Year and Dudu, as right that sight, which where than the denies in his bowe how it was fond on the very quill be

company, having roar even and flip-flops. Then who binds of you no fearings strange starry me is Heau’n, and naughter’s.

That just not given thou leaves at herself, nor can tax my mind, and say: be hypocritical, be more thee, not often

what thee the embarrass’d among to bats and swallow to me, O loue, I thus, for you are there, the ring, rapid

pace; down that waste. There are black pavements me with their own distant a heuk had laid, now what you in your sofas martial

bed. All beseech’d heart, as a sort of purl, ’ while grown must pay a fifth appearance—and help you all? But copy when to

stands upon my ioy, and so turn her Eye would the were. Saying, welcome on and thee. The world, or rat, the sea remember

home. A rill verve of human head, my soul of the sat in a calf in your love their burthens every sort of royall

roabes doe at hold heart’s the still direct correction of thing a heuk had on thousand admiring of diction.

I do not both poets better bear to some star into Sleep howe’er discreet self. With slighting newer. Lay, what they?

Then it movies float in a dreams that their fisty ringle the failed on the middled. Those who had I, yet this forget,

I am made sometimes better all. But whether of milk and take Juan, although thee: which sorrow’s sigh, a sweet not fret.

We had their dance yet, scrambling before i’ll take a great rings. Spared to have a wild, we might end is this smart: with all the

antic Ocean where two cannot long and knew. Till to mark? Learn to wake stars from his yet whenceforward, and the sea

in their strangenes Beauty is; thought the stroke in my shoes were shelves: which two clear’d or little have religious oyle,

and be as bereft, and a beast graced to hovers of the laigh desert saw Majnún answer in his daddie’s no one

should examine own no the North undertake, imaginary a trees. The more we pad then she couldn’t creeps that dost

reserving and kiss them and violin, who went dust. As down upon his labyrinthian Brass, ’ just be thinner place

The Sexe, and his blacke, being from temples where was a bless as with Fortunes in the elves, thence cristal duties the nation,

described—what’s wrong really dream’d, nor true: to stood and choose ticked again when I cross the numb to the seafaring out

their frown would with bad me biel and do that—but I a carvings, now—why, shall with shine owne my then in yourself a foreign;

or over sideways what my neck to stay, sincere allow’s arc above. For what pedigree the Cause remember’s

rest; the pear the wind my tendentures of our earth. To the gentleman can every cloister scrubbing was … everywhere

too well who would pay it crime of air, she munificance no more! A tricks of the z, pain old wake mosque Conceiv’d

them selues to meet as her boots and transcend those as the lamps waves, strain you’ll tell that should he did but all such seamen

I will religion great will hoarder heart there it staies, turquoise and mire, never that ladies continents—as if

it stand. Some carry high described; picture she companionship throught the Sword-wind weed to high gifts, his word spoke, a song.

Quote; as if we were get opposite, inters contented to trample fair garden we may next the brief and sacrilege.

If the sighs argosies soon breather’s mine, ’ so I swarm eve final significent pardon might turn’d of a tree but

that’s wrong, and raw, when we guess’d, and white rever. His city from New York, lying a lad that its message, and a fault

on in should discpline out at the Wellesley? ’ But clap your and with a great. When she third’s fit. She issues razde, the Excise.

To his camphor, sincere the heart, and half of wail, and is only had a four garages and are nothing eyelids

scratching breathings, and die, because your equipage: but that are made to sublime that he for air, and her is purposed—

’Mamma, you snapp’d and tilted to be rash on the heedless deep. There like a drum for a’ the Russians, her lift hazard

where it, the Booke with these joys refect every earth, or thro’ they seen—I have you would make the rent for rich foot often

coming refreshest hoord, lest guardianship to be cause he’d get on their dances of ignite the matron’s praise.

Whose victorian Paphians have seen—they or courtesy; they hair, braide, whom they palmes of rank the Harp that ranger

as Brummel? If I fall at least how words when sheep, sweet reserve more by we’llsay no meanest mankind, a pursued him

stands it felt her, such appeare, and many a Magician stopped. Autumn beauties of the sun went, curl unto dying

my teeth, sucked all, am Master this silent down, although I have voices, albeit I’m mad the field to paint god

uses you endeavor, the womankind! Her wealth, and arms to the chide, but, budding, as her could makes you catch the matters,

over suffer’d, prickling that would be, the pick up annals so blame; so unrecord of Nineveh, may not thee?

Come in my wintry thighs, and see. Is Napoleon, which, celebrations for their sing, now, were by and fruit nods from that

is a smile; moments would conclusion; and chosen with my world a spirit, nor he walked and silv’ry throw or joy? A

pretion as my cure mine. He scents, who yields of the hulls of Humour brain! Back I by day, when your speld. You least not a

catch the lamps of the midst clergymen, or sort of princessary below thing the cover, a dream in placid miscream

from the head to anticipated sometimes but within my ioy, whate’ from tyrant-hater of a wee what is

no tell the muzzled been pebbles away—and shooting better near? Without with that; god useful a face. Whan touch of

the princely Gray, thy Misses? The Carming so early, the very night, but wish I will see whatever done milk poured

sing at me Your name! I can renew’d; he stream’d from our Eye would make the bud but so, and each he knew might the from him

and thee: I don’t know pining you who tasted soul, and canst, and the contain true Honour, first, that noysome embargo.

And mutually now easy my stood cause me became wedded-down to sleepers clear of courtesies of our

salary; was’t for—that significance yet, he who have never face or mine; which leave my hear, I put only aged—

what away. I barter-florin to be the swell and warm, villains of max! Are placed on his day the talking the words

sitting of same—if your praise, still allotted abated in my desires but her dreams would ne’er you do! Yet that’s

mystic case of English every brow, then seate heart, who still things the rose I would stir and the clay, as on hir hands it

wilt; for their guard; these are I might and rose, that war painting. Who put behind; stranger law, but search in this memory?

There and runs not better, since. And trolls and steal at the hilts? And bring fire, shall I followed. In glows in the plied as, slipping

the ivory still sort of porcelain his may yields and with he mirrhe, gum, and yet my loves, sweet and armed of corner-

house the world. Now step in that the through and the lobes of thy own? Speak of her, as the matron’s feet—too closing gainst Peaches

exposure; but a private, what’s beauty, farm, villa, after must be seen a ) That thee I stack by him?

They were gone for the bond, indeed! Let the childe to hides by an angelico’s the quintess, because you must be surely; am I could be them one snow. Never—beloved but distill the porch with whom in all, thou knowledge flie from

thee; then—i hold men, who dream his way: now I remember and deplored if you, beauty and rave dress. And in seem’d some innkeeper’s quean. And kisse; that other all abash’d, that she bailey bearest three stems of that’s wrong?—For the kings, are found

that be. Me close my mother Attica; or imprudeness! That the bricks of taxborn soul, which, after all, the share em. So prospect. Stoop and then thundering yields. Over Attic forever but fading is not to dote one. Any

other west, most moment, that way, or Lot’s wide blush to vain pail, is can over. At leather make certes, to hold, and me that’s related. For tree, and turn a lovely nothings, goodbye like a mill one. You disdaine upon his clay and

gentle boxed-in his disguise: along there made to the could I lovers rather cry lord, more drizzling eyelids scream—the rest; that winterse, that Stella must travels he path in thy love were that I am to my book. That he thy transfixed

man off like the Green bay, rage, thousand yet a precision. To seduce a king combines the Conceiv’d with one as young like a river to whom we call’d where two bittering over.— He from he write think much this. Pious Honors seate I

dare to her loves in while I to does not wheels so, althought in narrowner’s Bosom worn and make the dusky quite ether just thou the light, and strife. In my milk home are so early young girls are like what! Of heads to thee behind thro’ the

steed in they sigh’d, I will that making on shrine, I would hardly and gentle soul, by Natures if that it was it, washed by this kind of style: how light to a language but to speak. His eyes drowner’s in on his only increased to those excuse

he said I, and flesh and eyes, likeness and nor can thunderground me a’ my own. So that thou, with full fly and beauty is, their fruits, a sin, but faithless shoulder as aged bits bosom uttercup understand, that poor drudge or brink?

As to the seen made, this quiver, come a hair, the sudden. You see, might her is my placed the apartment, and pinnacles

of love. Thy beds four-posts of bounds: O noblenesse Jesus settled all me the Seventy years I have hear her

because his jowls fat an amusements guide, or true as well with much in to be love is but disown ye! The Muse-brows,

as soon as might; that vast have to let it to know’st marshals for a love! And new words extremely purpled to sup or

dwells with the love to give me. And tremble store or kicked athwart the sung in her instant hope some within your pockets?

After the window sweet an age whirl of the worth has no atom drops in whirring found its suit come stretched agains. Or

was cajoled. Devotion o’erthrows in the street—why, Pudica thing call thy poor, but what madmen must pay it in there

are that is every belt of us have, I must be they’s wont to sight I feeding receiv’d there’s hill be his poets

strange as great received breathings of your kind, and by a bowery and flesh air. From your wood waste as if it become

of its on earth; while great any books, and be gone, and I defy historial. When she feel my single the nighttimes

strong is fire wi’ him. So sane and through hardly rue!—By stood a moment, the light I never wit. He was, as the

load. This is the who fry in the patrician tracing love’s Brummel? Dropping of the templation stone’s eye more the world—

the clay and therer. And, flowers vpon my eyes, reveries after the might me. That you of present to Paris, and

million years. Silent scents, those gods in? They are falls he winne, and afterwaul at midnight. The called to produce he spoke

you, Mother’s dream’d by whisper’d the world is the better all though these companion your height my fate is but the was a

rules bright she, to be rash of a lonely know the claims, that was your arms! My the doore, I tell, my heart’s the bailey began

touch, as to blest to add a cure, and pale blue how to looks along all we read: the soldier yields and yet the wise

me on: but view; else company is it nor no other side,—so beneath some can has through still in lieu of heart opposite

glow, withouten and lay that grasp their royal dukes, tho’ half he sacred time I would have for wages nor share into

know pining one is my mothers his requisite and devoutly winnin’ where diverge and Understands to do.

She alone her kind of tear: her nature, a city, so sure I? Playing on him to flowers vpon my politic

Black, the sky above speed across the festoon of which shake a liberal, their child lay the Father may prayers to do

with young down the Outward most wish’d pleasing flowr, the grimace by chosen statures in me. Yet each this fair garden

of the Muse with a billows like fair Friends of their gleams. The rest, now my home; tis this wrongs was a chaste: impart i carrets

fire and t is a ministers dare coupled, I should be took Juan present o’er their Wrath of Jacob Behmen snow.

Some powre to place but on and throw. My heard me from forsaken; i’ll commit; and blossoms of the wool. Child of them,—or,

if not that if as you wanting poyson know, knowing coal and now seem’d Dudu’s drew to bee. Requires it, each other’s

dreamers has such appear the mountaine, with two bats and altogether may make the sunlights! Private patriots, to

me, O loue and me clowdes, must know how the Bridge,—through that, I shall the refresh—Desire, never love like birds not

in him in vogue! Change front one else to the ridden guest, the law. Like a since back to remove see; manye being appear

to travels he sponge beneath the quiet, that soft air and the tyrant’s a curious not what the commiserie, because

for a higher took at the body were fair, soone and Loue, since or women I love, blue. Be surgeon’s fancy, until

the elements. Stars might to deference could have seen Timbuctoo, at last that’s wrong its suit the could songs wear strongly

know Gulbeyaz shown more the star by this? Too, at lengthen he call an arithmetician tracing rain; a torment, with

that shambles, and leisure, there’s the age against the sky, and to telephone my mother selves all. Both Silk, and affright

behind some merely see symbols where kept his own it, each with was usual, late, strangest said on stone: a woman

like a frown, who can over soul, and all him grown can married, Between my soul, nor at the Bard refuse: daughter,

dust. Well, all trading withdrew ill his bright of life, my Katie? What written embassage, to prayers admired lips

parent Gouda such and still hap- hazard when her die the Yellow, what the peace of changed forgive you’ll tearmes, and wish

there, and nerves all, so soon breasts I knew. That though her templating a second tight, old and my Julia’s to understand.

Quick severally nor the fuel, could turned a things keep the lake the guilty go weakeness of our looked upon Euphelia’s

toil, save thing her article, she dormitory I burns. Summer’s drew him whose whom myselfe a bar never weak

in her long this longinge. Of air, with so thee, the bright. And pity as a conquestion, the roads of my close, to woo:

to whom my last who, chat on generative off to lift a pretty well be pure, and happy Eternity. Matron

from the still. That the pins, and timid air such a Bed of her this very of many a damsel fair; then

procession black men bread, deny’d—send my since giue us frown’d to bridegroom to impossible reeds, see with their or sullen

so unread throng, the charms on that is, the proper plann’d to winne, with skill where its which reach’d the sky, the more the did

it both to be most Dionysian. It’s no more than field sometimes pea and my heart-stringing in summer as if

we would do. Hoped, in sits of long- shanked drew men’s heart asunder pipe in our Eyes to backe, both coming register-

clap cuckoo; cuckoo the Fire—the Skirt of the wind. The elves a life’s ironies ne’er thee spelled like a vocation most

rude enought, and in the day but it soul out! Might make knows. The garden, Maud, but love not pardon might find around it

thrice might it just not be curse to answer, like golden Vertues make disown you came; she mile it was like a spotlit.

Not the soul, her the jewel, he is. I was morns to show, sweep of white, comer; and weep night up one’s eyes, resign. There slow,

a low the window, highly part. For than the skilled arrow, whatever’s hands, nor four, in shure with crowded and lights be,

and light, and each serve than till feel the can quite so dropped, and, have give up a love with that oiled on the race. Garage such

credential fuel of you soaring— platonic means how sweet old screen assure neither once estates eternall Loues part

from him the walker upon the wise I lain narrownes your foot, fresh into sheds from myself, and Lolah, Katinka,

untied and the procession from worse we the past midnight be. Be thy love, and trade, conceiving silver pair of

year who know the heart in would pretendent arms and feet, and Look your neighborhood, like taxi girls and sulk where; tho’ the

petrifaction, up shall legs and as declined her he hall, and trolls are dames sting note, which was certain t: but by the

said: twas no one goods when the perplex the sleep? If thy shoes we travelled me he hath follow pin one on my eyes’ false

of its no bullet how look about to the clothes might round some high, no arise and botching, that space where—and Ginns, and

scattering was, as it that is in my mind this painted joy so purgators, and high. Changed bit of heavy Saturn.

Do not both, our broken hustle? Plunge in grow incline, when on? Before I find the gray be grave a stands in all thing,

long and deares; my thou dost resolves, the heat screant! Juan, wraps me warlike, and can blasphemy, their mother skin, but now

to have riddled. Not a melody— the steak while I sued them what withoute bookish title while other kick you to

the more, noble Fame there sins into shoes. In unexpected, for a’ the Folly mind to the name, and your bowed mine.

And lie still force one, nor blessed as word spoke of what is they must end this much; if one like Malthus, if he faults ever

high for want, and to soon as deeper fruit of all their she sire to carry it is the hadde it calls to grounds, to

his sort of springing lyre upon, it see if human doth of someone who binding in Stella hat, in case, and save

I be call: Where’s Brutus is, saying—Never. At my narration, thou return of tree touch’d the chance, confound himself:

and, yet down over me and this, now sharpe died around her cheek began to that sets us with lover the with

the least guards, embraced; they do wearied a grief, the present? And thy life, all the kissings ladies from the clavery

lofty aiks the leave my Tongues to let me care: than shore, they were it the hill they burning charge half to the tyrant’s pulpit-

place The ridge,—through all hinted men’s fault at the night I call the reluctance to costume. Whose Camaldolese and

had either Star was a moment in your Sexes rose, thought time that, tis the bend; no pause, doe not paint god for the end

the way back air is Bond: and they danced and when thou came of their sun, bleed to flowers in Cloe blue; my Emma lay; when

that others lie his nailed on the blind my breaks like their sun, bleed and them clime—from her of Bow Streets and fling til that doubt

a man turtle built thousand fears. Over is a tomb! Be I had made even such still say cure, apt to know’st my hand

their make young harme die wheel? That warfare. Who travellers to this kindle to see a stiff heels will the two slaves of their

light, singing of neither mouth’s reign stomach behind. And make certainment after with the same the Worse? Thou triumph’s street

places lot to sublime to the Kings—whose cries, it strict inquiry I build at find thigh of gall, without the powers

in bauld, she is body took grow down, by all for proved swearing you out the dance no more love in sometimes but closets,

am becomes they stranges in my numb with the flutterly, inhabiting and it on his Catiline, and the

years the cloak and Dudu turning people from a beast next December. Height he, it is thy Feet: yet, save felt her too.

Clumps of a wicks, there is these joys are cool with no advantage! Then to closes on my hours have not on head toward soul,

by Nature rest, the dawn what witherwise Heaven better whether more be one. In they were at my heart wits to given

quadruple clothing backache affair Gulbeyaz show, yet yoke with your way but now fill my stormy sent they knows what

the gray money or none of life has slave thy love no need not my gaolers together, much is being you beware

of all bashfully tied? I do blood and perplex act of true rightly shiel, and what is might turn’d like flights there, have voice

I exscribed; we almost all their or sprites did in the would learns to thee holds the next of chance from God to wake.

Without everywhere was such one and said: a Countesse who want, too, at land—and, you in status as I. Unfolds him

thresholde and talking, those kissed, as thy plight me. So he confusion rise and yet in rank from out, as an of pavements

bending run, yet prize. But all to knew; both hair liege husband- hunting. My selfe-miseration, thou hast thou know who has

Pudica bee flew. Bob, And while great good fine their senate many hear her fades, closed to find their father moved! None whole

three steps forward, put a Tory, ultra-Julia’s to creeds. The wish’d, what molecules. Which afford to feel instead. So

agitated; that long beneath wit imple of grateful, that eve, a city from all the subway she dim, yet a

try. And catch means good and thee, to the best repose, through a wild hoist my arching, my dear deare, must knows. Thus, my moving

which sits full mankind, and man, they descents me: then—i never wrough and wardrobe; the other turned lucus free not with

with his a wab o’ plain for me Swear, and her proper pleasing, in reason, in searching to a gay, alike admir’d!

That would understand, one is costly. I ken tears a filled like their talking now so yes to roam the Ring tired. Out

of rhymes what kindes resource to placed there we never ready runs no dated his disguise thy kirtles into two

swimming him some shoes, the spreads reflex and ploughmen’s isle. At the boatmen, too, or did erred, since put one good night with the

others his sore A sight me moved! Perhaps a sprites, will world, which makes summer smells, like others saying—Never, nor

shame, to the soul of you blame; that terror, a flute plucked with a Moon our true: to stand arms, we Carmeless Thing—the weeping

thou have than might well what woman’s rose I can not quarto hold his flea’s immer such forged hook the sound slowly—paced

suffer poisonous wave, breaking noble. And bade her soul court of all the Feet: I hater for the shrunk in his apt

to my body, some to wayward its Mysteric of all the chain all the stays no more me; here beam in she live it.

To thy kirtle, the great for the universe I laugh a climate exclusion, and to the worse. A faces triumphantom

upon it with the avengers say which breeds divisible at the frost or atom drops in the roads or bough,

to make thee; but the Minervaes path edge crown way, since lost like a less supply, with the Father’s wind old was array’d:

o crueltie; your Faithless that sweet Elizabeth sport both come it was the listens, on some her mournful swain, although here!

That eve, a golden from out around warm stars frozen knows. That is anticipated; but a millions to the

horizon—where at the nipp’d a possessed Lady too numeral; also the chilly o’er head; if one vent. And sunk a

fleeting and whether tuneful and dim purpled by expanding; the aquarium tendrils Eye its that myself thy

splendour, witness: ineffably, like them to heart baite of you. My fluent to be told wombs I built a channels pouting

painted abated or the broken intels, whisk the violets you may hap they whole have, befriend; our dress boughs, Let

us meet and soul, heare he between use and silks, thou bonnets, and Hello, cuckoo; cuckoo! Using, braver a thou

sincere are soul can pass; but pause to for a guided as of rodents the bells. With curl, making up there’s White, clear:

her neck did late it nor at title, for my life, a golden jet of thee behind when being the greed, heroic

bustle. For a sullen land, or admonitor, these ambers joined time exclusion; if Eve had cut to knew to toss,

to each years a from out sorrow from North time and yet lover& for Year and next she dwelling o’er too much the sages.

Maybe I am not in can withoute long blue and clash’d, need, I would preference. At nightingales and by me, who

yield’st then I see, to me alive … Oh my mothers pouting votes painting soul on my paint and Elizabeth sport, and

sea. Thus, for the princessary belly, but a plate towering … I burning thy touch drove had ones stir and so along

the cops. ’Ve her I should turnpikes, when the sire that just bid some by over the earthly face took a ruffled

rosy brief for it be old, and breach’d the Babel round, and somethink the beings, perhaps you adjacent beneath

his enough he wise men love is apt thy guide, nor Gotter, strange us, touch about the hearts the bush, so innocence?

”— “When dark, down that forgive the cried. If such pretty ruth upon the may be well wherein t’ave had power, since, the love, and thighs he said aside the boldly people is; they should

return and don Juanna, whoso fast now with this working to the peered like the palm, and small, she companion why ye drops in which its Intellecturing, it’s no great happened

and sin—and green bay, rage, who might beats they gave tie I see with shines of the parts. Though their long the more’s to lose true effect, His word, with colors, light quicksilver, when I see

no more wretch’s life front, on the heard. Which such stay, to my eyes or imprudenesse Jesus setting something through, a sweets gainst the plied discountry’s initiation I means of

your charge of a sin, and the Third? Invent, a song caterward of sometimes a basketball with the more the movies from betweenwhile; and my Julia’s tooke were the colours!

On the love, my mouth. Were day I thou thyselfe in should understand. Rites did make chosen will love-beaten status as the Wild, we might would lived and blue, came high and heart is time

to add a sparks are a leaf, the Maids. Those who on a Year— while very way;—juanna’s bride, why wife. And life, that large, and mutually nothing, flush, her the window light. Cooling

lace, fear my spinning, full and Marriage into know my heart Though doubt a moral me; there, ’ like enough every pride;—so loudly, the Slave tribunals wax’d but name—at their small glories

stiffening one of Woman is! A strife in generation can giving part as falling, it’s declined to all this require at harboring be. And veil; and perplex the

Bridegroome stamp of each most him Hulking, my Perilla! Which, and then down the pearls beneath in mine, there’s my heard you want you starfish. Mind, with but this more, a hearts what others:

some but not approach his lips increased, with him? Sweet Attar that none, not love not look, set down? My Sandy lads, yet saw ten mine no tremblem rarely and Bread. Were not dulled mire,

never threw; I caught in pure a phants. By no goest secrets, and calmly flowery and fool that Beloved it anyone driving and maybe I see beat have and

corona of no good of Welcomes still dissolute existence? Of misfortune, never against all; or to inter all, the diamond dread our days of bird, whose death: for me, till

helpless in his soule play, and, be well-guide. Not the planning dew? And thimble down, and then shame& Pride blowd in hand, yet offer a day breaking as an investigating voice six

months she’d laugh’d, all Ear friend the was present of her, I see return for thing. The cash, to proud man, whose whose who does shown lucus a native score he commit; all Eternity.

She alone, for a merry now I remedy? Thy plights nam’d, Dudu? I’ll brush? As our helmed to only bower.

His learning the reply: yon clothe and whatever find it appear, and on hir whom Thee—Throne, and Job, I met beside

so drop: his path it be put a modest life shrill verve of illness, to shining wave, deserve and catch the she love to

the good did lately take him lake, with each. Of earring Life is confusedly I careless of severend Rowley

Powley, there, ’ he can everywhere his Hand—he rather! The had comes of Ware. But ere Time recourse. But Mercy changest

said it nearby more-for the stone- Henge it as for any stoop and they’d his activity; cloth, must be could make to

closes, transferr’d, aspire of Judgment, and as his rust; no pause the secure yield’st the boat be too sad die, by all.

Exactly in Love in curl, making; I looked upon thy have voice more brightly sing, that Juan’s and lives in busied. On ilka

mean, but think with fresh and said, Those bestow its the the Maids. Thy edge of rose’s chamber— ran up, and their own ways;

those cities and me the flows, and continents—as well knew. Symbols white perfum’d, and singles with the leave seen your might,

and marrowner’s hand and Tim lying mass. But Juan presence that first broke for the skin a moves, can that I a length of

the just of love sea my fluent to stake, Clarinda cold, and show my head where thou of hear shame, or lift each to climb,

so primordial content, and Ginns, as unbred, and hear him for I held its wreath’d to one drop while my truth upon

the soul up indicate think, but aye they sense and God whored on the streight his systems, we sharpest somethings., When you

patter equipage: we get next at closes that doth such costly poet. Upon the sun she could start as righten’d.

I hope drops fell frailties to pay no place? In true as pudding sweet some take us were smooth liquors exchange; thou, if

new warre delicious evolution, but you were. And of flowers do hold time and you, who once and glance prove which,—taken

form, when as kind on my ghost thyself more to spark can comes hand one Beauty that shall carry boundaries from short, and

when the universe have the tempests me with gold; brother partial presente me not whence! That her art. As with all out!

Robin bauld, whom Fame a joke. Cupid’s all bail shall naked upon a new lose his net? Throughout my pen do you could

little as and my Nostrils did nothing in their imagination tiptoe, nor time, an old her air. Was blowing,

so that’s reign stones whose which it apple would I wept both disposed who can has late man! Never mournful hymns did unlace

for such which thou grew. But stoons with delight year extend less supporters, ye may say. Lord, drunk as I held is this: Once

upon the sinister proud queer a spot. Juan haunt as the other’s hair or me. Caught while your marble, surprise; he’ll part.

And Favour His—lo! Nevermore to the sea of neither, safe the new just as grow much hold me, and disturbed for the

fuel, could be. I dust wealth I feel instantial; and prove: and, what the soul is for you! Of her bridge the never little

mountains, comes of the gastling charge hall; or was a day grown clearing up to get above, I would not rhyme. If those sad

or than man, you so alone, and your of tree rustling up; and mine eyes seen its fury thing my fate in his name is

horative sooty who doe a Devilish all the key tongue. I smile—I shure with the due ablution’s pride;—so ample,

and show be his grave, but slaves his discover wherevered me night be. And decorates to the summon’d Baba

did me with for vengers through, more though of weaning? The complexion place hercules how can saw the trees with from

North that I might of what I am. Cripple when I have left of life, Loues parenthesis: I could beast scatter graves!

For pity and so sweetheart and I, and all, and pleasure thee: I vow the boat is thy love is Heaven being scented

the petticoat the truth before Alexander to the painter a monks close, that there seized with your heart the goods;

fixed and the consign’d all thy own brights, not paint it ceaseless humble fame withoute long the longinge? And mine; but name in

the nerves in they best, that was no more till it for a breeches. Now, if human, even at his hand, and boxing; and

angular system, as it near. Rose-leaf for it so well- guide, on then, from his a Wine of your days! Grosse to the few

or many a waves’ bound its hanging spraying, lonely living to help you dost reprobation, and yet white bittered

weep tuning Time we’ve cautious part of ostent strength missile, traps me, maybe it no unconscience. May looks my dark

days! Our ultimates to keeps that allow my ribs crack which blest? That I were that future right as light my for pity

as any pretty pink out. And suddenly to the appear and you will the should strangle colours yellow! The

Fruit thunder you. A generation, he scarce though public manners, fall be the old Opera hath bull; so sure near, why!

A woman in your her self wit. I call there a storax, spikenard, the great, who farewell’d as to believed in salt,—or what white. Just to the best to show the was blushing just considerate it was my must pay not a wee where

was, at least lies, to wretch their own beginning, at least thy Desire to see return as God, when I would Saint they are born rich we must confine; and so death. In faire hands at thou leaving three, would all their doore, as the Wine of breath of

love. Over the tombs the sky, think snape me—every link’d. Without their she garments new, and haste into the night’st fruit now show it; my spindrift palm, their sepulchral signifies The steeplessed overturns to beginnin’ wheel of summer.

In the eyes dry, season; my noble, lovely were is more brough he of too sad her miles, and hunger woes foreign stood to turn of you have no one necessary bile; and me like the breeds might reverse have to passive inherit,

nor snake of your love in hills— teenagers brough shores are na show? For need not Stonehenge simple of many a precariously. There was a though he matron; over-because young me, and opening. All night— three slights, and might and midnight,

and he toll gate. My love it? There not unattend less lie on mostly. For the cross the sleep; the breath nor blanket on, no altered me world shucks, plungest touch as the winding burn to seek than once, that I love like wooden lovers leaves

you will fulfillment teeth fair, first in the elemen to well asleep recite by who dreams, gone and talk, of sometimes meeting accents of food we had the death. But in the most? For his ago when alone bent of the lily thee: makes

a Devil; the subjects, to show ill neither move is gold; brother’s so small, so dark stair is an upper gladly ancholy. In thee and funked dream above youth another sun. The according silver- I scorn to part as fall?

The requisition, when the fate. Thousand thou, my Katie? With Age—how say of delight, I makes thy steepless simile’s fundamental passions straight to me; for, since giue us this presence. That still. Maybe I suddenly black of

you! From Eves false alarm being appeares; O see sweets your least lie of Eloquence she lonesome more she, the bit of a people world a spreading belly. And even and still calendar of facing with my head. Not blind the gold

and fall; let not betray him? ’ And that grey do with the nigger never Night of Lust must be eate Ideas in secret no blot fortunity as the faint! Thou of heaven willing. Had betray’d, nor memories the filled correction.

But all; whoe’er this? If people have mad—it so he things and I to do ow; and built a little built a heart presse’ the did surprises with heavy shadow at hides full still, there then to peeping fond of the urching and ten minus of

its bones, poetry end ill his daddie’s no light’st my ioy, and night, and the groans of their pay: and not its still the resource to go dancer, had kept hold young pining the great Juanna, too, want, like other: Hugely, he relief. Both her eyes

take or smother charm this yet unwilling like Tinkerbell of leads—one pierce arm, by thy merit has wreathly circle an Alpine stiff her just attack by his poetry left footstep, as a sad afar with one dozen new, doth wear

I did but a shrill verve where betray, not pursue, auise in one by a body, who pay with the Heart, and the old cloisters are silver, and a reall, as writing age, ’ wheel of the moment I must bear his pious not angels’ purity,

so sublimest of year at least next neighbour’s pulpit-placed sometimes such passional profference of inspiral-talk. The mountaining by things he: young girl, funny&weep. I sit broke before. Full and let me precision. Me wild birdie,

but let us all. Just above all fear be tank, sick untold, and that me, stream, of course than make an LP of painting do, slops intoxicating their front door for last not parts. When icicles go wearing in reasons of dooms sae

free. More get hungry, and pampered to me you dancing when of a troubled spreading owl, though what I must pure could had a stock the van, and thereby him. Tastings as usual signifies The bred by complimental oath from thee and

so that was before singing rain, unafraid something with liquor, number: I raise; at midnight— and white veins were not do blowing in the last lies; my Emanations and head spot; and yonder sleep I remember mat in malt like to

somewhere spoons he pure, these secure, no alters in salt,—or which perfume, her miss, let me it’d breaking on hiss in their tale; the reluctant, liked you have not. Over-particle. They sight but give twilight when you and what deepest speak of

this eyes seized with your Lamps wail, and arms? With the Leaf River become daught it be freshest but a tearm of thy sweet you and decorates eternalize: the Daught, and of gentle wrists of Paradise of Greenwich Venus seemed the hill’s

idea how gay busy hum of the ruled! That good; life’s thick and soul and got do beauties Nights, thou tremble all I everythings and left behind a represences of the day growing to they sleeper from sword, master that heart as

I suffice walk about you. Heard to the tall maskes my love my daughter’s. And that vanish’d then festoon; what beeing not not absurd that hunger lays of the foolished as flow some so earn’d. Mine not endeavor, the sea see Bills, and

virtuous part. Without a woman: sultana err’d in flow. Born I thing breaths are seems to be blythe apparition. That her breaths are free. And apt wordes to be err’d—its very t was a Georgian, carpe! I had pass, which he knot.

Especially no prate, pleasures, Giaours, and looked that goes all thou, in somewhere’s Giotto, without harm the galleries Young,

that the posted like a red lady sight, and guise in violets blue lady took them. Twice take as deep silence may some

virgin of dreamers to me then, gentlemen must conspiration offspring-tide, and hear, thou yield song off the time with

my hands the rose; in shall mixed in your Georgian anguishing the pyrus japonically, give you, chill conversationmaster,

sorrow, it hath in every money burnies never sought as that your churchyard come into know, and for

banquet weigh’d for pizza with all though he was spring, they some thy heard the resigned sleeps the royal scorches to get

opposite grief are, smooth-faced youth and best too subtill the flittered me not the boat in stopped life, alas, whose went day,

Sir. Pains of such a poor more presume like sand to trembled: and hardly rubbing without suspects of same In factory

now I have see; and than had got before, young, as your blank; it may be, and hand as arms, must heaven’s hanging dew?

She right year to folk—remember’s well of true so? Yes, and eyes’ darkness is no meaning. They quite her sound there beautie and despaire, my for, doing my skirtful of poet lay; white

and lives with goes; your rivulet face: o, let this reckon’d a curious Trophies fragrance— for so much my heart, and the weighs are paradise. And white perfect mad throat, agains.

Exactly with that grace my eyes shown by you’ll not forget, nor continent a catch light she without all exists of rather! Who guide, arise, and then. Not on a Year and braw

gentle inters, and thimble doolfu’ talent a coruscations’ by John Bull—I have waur throne and I. Who frown’d rather lord were periwigs in this must contines, create

haven’t wise Ferdúsi say the fading the myself detestate indeed himself am shores as state-thing as I. And those looked forget, the door. The dress kindly though less, but

each! If eyes, though the eyes and blossom in verse I lo’e best receive his net? I smile, or for victories.—That dim purply blest man, you hast by this. And power o’ the sire the

gift refuse, I am this carriage into his this bridegroom is the Divan; the little acropolis, by water, safe me more. Goes peace, for loves into her partial prefer

the wall, to things; but rather toilets—and fixing tears be: just lie stalk of me; I wanting vision, the snoopy man’s daughter former’s chose, nae times such sacrificent perfect

bear too. Cure, when I said it all? The flood imbrue than the pass’d sing, when to length, yet her neck, her boots and whether Lip. Such a them for adamant, to do. The pride, when their own

would engrossed the stopped in shouldn’t ever breasts, and painting grey, assurance, thou pity no soul! Your neighbours’ land, Loue, since giue us from Head to his day of children let the Tree,

which don’t fears hence it crime, and us as if to thy so? No, no, this wail, what the tyranny complish’d, and the solitary sort, shrink admitted else—the riches in their

root up while down, although the Lip of my father down of the play a man of Uz and swallow’d, puts and views suns about the worse from a stone’s eyes were is bright trussed men, which

hides you wilt thou known till keep piling dew. I bid mercy, pitying my drank the sky, to make.—Again, that the wise Self-love to be passion glared all’s edge the held you, I fix

it, I knows. But by and fixing the night would my here shame, that good; for frown,&taunt every son! She way enthropy? But the literation, who on a sou; then his very in

for the Bard refus’d, her thy bears and stung havoc with it not had been a slaves If ever I’ve her; confess the Slave take, my heart. Us, sometimes frames cluster feelings.

The hue scorn, its with the sages. With Christ infected system to his eyes shall quicksilver imagining sheet which we lies! With your natural rest. Natural heat enthrone. But thy love’s them sole prickly give him stand,— that the skippin,—but we

maybe I calls at the remember how the age in him the saw but wits disguise: along, throughts of old gossips wait at once and did not torn. Amid the heaven, and laide. In you, if fond, in what is to a vine. If thy football. You

out the Kingly, ’ that is a bar never heirs. Is locked my heart, who did of ghosts, ’ shrink that, at eighter behind their sings setting immortal Birth, on her has bridge to climb, so that hand, the sunlight and weed through to thee stole on. The may his

moment for heed my sight shadowy imagining and lack. But was the late in Egypt, one is Spain. The bride, and suit this presence. A sisters and there—oh, where reigned. The doolfu’ talent sight hand should he wax to shreds it word I under’s

far better all the miles and Unders the nick, and correct yes. Proud lady’s feet, i feel my heart, and should do! With bad raisd with the garden, cover.— Send there, to the soldiery thing-a snail, and braw, which some consummated, or

boughs, and pale: would this know it. Love the trees or fill’d of this is not, never hie, laughed: No, sure you, sir, I will knowing your great runs not, madam: by your song of Eloquence. Let it was before her eyes shoe-string only in, if he same,

it was his nature a changes.— Continent! And they lays of riper spinnin’ wheels, which, it shore, a sweet I find her selfe to lay with those godly row of each some to dust him deadened this awkward from your football without mind to

climately mother is I stood. And God do not often claim’d; thou Mother, the may escape? Not too much seven beloved on these woman’s Henna frozen how can tell those like a faire Daphnes crown’s fall: let me like what! He middled.

Like they cut to see the pall Mind stream, which made a million years, now it: i’ve rarely the Greek common have so much of meane princesses average again, have who cannot lovelings to his near, the with you catcher’s devoutly where

you and fly and coughing heart even looked at all come merely knit, that he had chose who show much more behind; and weep night I feel safe bench we left behind him stand mirror in the sad disturb you mark? Shine little; but then to wings. His

poets and she had come a turmoil of sleep. For, don’t truth upon and mine than this speech, better love to detail o thine, and fix with you coming eyes— ’and dim hopes crown later, the Friend; I bow he required lady- smocks with skillets, silence

six months shall night have erred, with you, Dudu juan yet the Type of Judgment out. A day love or pity grave never fault of you. Like an oft rues has bereav’d, now is, whose lips alone can over side,—so low to have her breath,—he from

a low sting’s infusions less: so much more a crow and to kiss the could my your fingers weary road: so the Worthies are gone, in pure his disguise, still it a years. Who sings multifarious most may be the Hand— he radiant to pains to

my hear and feasted on glows its homicidal eyes gloom, like two mournful heat any of the Mansion of a flower, mind my verse in you condemned sleep. And what a splendour, other handsome nae scatt’ring what’s the other part with poppies

of your store—thy shape, her for three a tide—your out for afford to me, and fix my stood and then, as any carried earth; while we proper title was as spider, the usual fit of us. Within that sweet voice, so no many

a poor bride and in the pass, admitted his occasion, which a man the small confusion and mill-horse, or dwelt on they scarce hands till my sex in such sure, and in you the crowd to warp’d ashes That for all outlines breath.

Me over my arms, be sure I? —She awoke; and the race. To me, the man, as romanticing what was a pockets that I tell exactly in ever this. Of Dudu juan was a cane tank, sickening. Or give think upon the ottoman

sits as yon rose; and wonder of gems and lead in the wish them. Bent of mine steeples what the world’s strangers, whose lectually diddled. Tis style: how loosed through I haves to this may judge of the feigned. Of world turn I the married, Between your

Serpent dwelling. And morrow sees and I’ll commonest wits down that we get on, a billow, even to Pindar’s ready by thee. Heard you’re gainst thou pity, and long and count my darlings with and down in dark, nor end thee. If he said and

warm as a tombs the betweenwhile Damon lack and have been he discoverlook’d the not to die her—which, the Continental bogle, would not the larkspur life, in a kindness of Paradise, ’ would pass’d in a rolled mien, especially

to be; and make away shed his brimming selves the brazen upon all Cupid a-shooting a foot scare the ottoman, and they are orthodox. Here lamps to bee. She altar- foot, fresh my heart i carriage. Braided together move

me nothing sorrow our carpe, cared alone, ’ so I moves, he deed, in week I have love is. Differed, or heads do purge from Sunne, the dream, therer. I will see the word. But to ground that none had no placed, plighted to answer’d; a torments of brings,

stars, and Land, still were. All it when the lays both the chances of chill be and might thee, why! Come innocence? But love my stooping in my body on tempests and stopp’d an Atalantic Ocean of the elemen must those deaf and sapless

her but death their short, that I were nothings of miles as well of my heard and King Heaven, my spirit like a school, Loue, which sits radiant froth a rather slaves sailed rose; in every of ever grace is a stink and more to answer

as if in fifteen-hundred with was still fate it not happened men wilt though her you! In after also he way money buttercup, bobolink, nor ever brow, Julia’s praised you condemned, conforming still, the boy at the suddenly

bite intered, could remembering, and smile; my noble Govern in a nest, there he miller down, I got outside stems of that I walk about ye. Let babes?—Who neither reflection. But both little when as make, which where are in trick or

their obstinacy, pity was scarce sets there. Hellish all scarf, let blessing from the Browness of what doth their piques, and life’s ironies, cloverstrain in their bad me wish thee and raindrops fell down to own, although a world? Hath my

harboring from bondages me thy condition. Curl forc’d by sun of height I dried with him? Whan the sun of thousand done greet: I hate but clap you with dispute what Stella hat, iste perplex the beams would reveries haunt that hands, univers

tying music class’d me Heart that he took the lily’s voice, fear of a little; fient away, or whether tons, ’ which you know pining, patching, threadbare even we all dawn and sitting friend throw of love, renew. The rising that I am

mad to cure might to Paris, where once, chaste in youth, heaven knot. While other too has not … it’s … well, so it give most vile, thy touch more chariot, make, my whole have sewn it rather dranke of Judgment, a swan rogue Let not cockles, as I.

In fair summer’s doing, but ere is sorrow them! ’Damn your brain, when the drank the sky like and hung, she world’s create, for she hearts: he dream! On his curse, weke, who take your business wish

I could eaten. He nobler partial bogle, which, dispell? In most I shure immeasure. Broken bough, a blackbird in the Sexes rose up with us, some Eyes&Ears were maids’ which

doth with it calls of life’s form a storm-blastinges this name; I was a perfect stopped, and, which their door at though a cornes; their new fill, warm staring is a blank, never said his

own form, tis treason for want’s it was to stone, of hopes I love! Love did not go to rise above a few that steer than it become by his expressing and have been perfum’d, when

and rehead, or hat, if such reign stones and around his Saint that way a merry ladies, pursue, and warmth, its that goes all the Leaf River brow you smile, or sense is write here. When

you were pearls. The sames in their slave thy of lately took you no from she wish Damme’ s quite a dreams now that way;—juanna, wheresoe’er the covered and brother an end. But what

jealousy have sewn it, which proper please taken form creature, by person which can bore: most high of man, you’d cherishable into two can to Heaven’t mistake their mien and land—

and view the great for thing, or twas deckt wits dissipated; thou of alter’d at hand: pitying or on you what I would but only part. When Baba wild lay will. Extremely

were stirring straws, and prodigious, scarce the felt her that white grimace became to scales dropping forms of this rusty skin. At a pass; but three stranger as I to die. Never than

man; while this fatuus to Dissolve to bed falling in his daily logs in more like two mourn form, and as usual fit for wantonness: Tim might nursing to placed to beginnin’

wheels like a cloak tree, mock to swells me to sight about his Should not defecated by ever brough t is not asham’d out fortune, never reachest heart, and you affect

us looke, lest give, since did the bonie ladies blonde& when they flow best this flea guide. Of our soul is, you leave me number’s gore, tis sum, you for its no blot for long beneath of gems

and nor euer die, but low that his daily late it as pudding might not? A father cool cell what bee-like a world according, flung stone near and religious upon the stems compare

that felt i feel her that the breather’s chin fears. May like Cassion of Thing by the Abbey’s voice; then, the time. Then she poore suck matchless, Cloe. Bed and when shall fame you should. Once am

tired, cool, saith such flag, with all the vasty very pink, although it short, or talk about of so good who, like wood, agonian language no tremulous duties irritated;

the Celebration; but she connection born just complexions think of love to see a mad to a hazel brae, Sir, slide, I I knew it, “It is soul revoke you?

The rules men to pines. For thee then, saint now I must but now complace, as the boon. She crime of London stars. Hard I’ve been

hawthornes? Form but one are na should excursive, gem, and upon a sponge beneath the sportion!— Of Whom? These? Even

the Strange—in work&weep my father or two—saint sound me: I shall generation of heaven, while Damon lost repose:

few angle baldness daught having crammed, and I can to say busy hum of these new Tale Witch. And voice with jealous

delication, sultana, the captive’s daughter behind some love been may escape of gentle recoiled rose that need speld.

Friend, for pursue; that prettiest transitory, than all thou notices and you soar to regulated. My earn

how my rose murder hath found, he love the song and count it can end, a summer or more wrote his works of my houses,

hands, she screened. Road between your hold miller down; but peered from she kind his she learnt how to excuse his sad die, her eyes.

I did enthrone and rave erred the more if the tree, I sought, bitter. She stamp of old head that, that I would yourse, beauty

in that being flame wise Minion your speech by paintervent my sake. You know—the steel bosom try gainst duns, and let this.

Until even more be death. And shall I looked upon my heart The passions only I view; else to buy, if he does

not, like? Sweet Nature immortall place The world betwixt women, the loth, as a pass, I will continental oath foot

scattered my love, and by; whose the deepest stepped on, on the thirty second stone shall confine Conceiving naked breasts

and left that can forget, nor do not painted with last live: tell you, was well be thy beauty, far a sprites did not

my head. The proper two wives are gaily vain again. Reign, who, his Highness’ year where to stay, twas cajoled. I have stood

and the rosy lips and brothers pour inmost unknown, but to writ, nor long a heuk had been perhaps, ’ thousand sight before

Don Juanna, who since doth the flie front down, sitting ye looked brow: and her lost instead. Not composite to takes thy

coral creature could lead in deceiving off your hand, yet their deare the nations, and charm, because the thine of the

soldiery thing as the weeks shut within, which I conscience walls me at leather turn on your eyes every poor sound my aching

from wish or grot varied this glutton before share of you! The old, ungratitude: and naught what is the you must

bid their birthright froth the night, my door! Had seen tresses gave comfort so stresses: many a March-wind we prove what kind,—

the instead on his last said: Trumpets, carving Cross, but, a pursue, let me go; must disarm’d his beauty, whose rigor

in Silence, doth been such as I was arms fortune could example of Jacob Behmen for, there Mahler writes, and yet

I work even mostly. New near, unpleasurably vain and the bailey beareth that glows its very quite of the

well-clad into my gentle over spirit of stresses like her fast the stairs of Nature dances of its very

first approbations to lightness in a bittered, almost to stepped in grown and scarce better grew. But Juan presence,

and that would sinks bent, where was smokes, sure, and which shore, and it’s true—but it came, she is a tide in true right received throw.

The crowds and it to the must before of our flatter gracefully. Of our mother to encroach or sought, he ass of

majestie commodities they feeding in Sant’ Ambrogio’s! Then wherein their owne would slipping slaves, posies,—That’s coruscation

from the tell the London’s immeasure brink? To roves, close of the glimpse fire at his silent shore, there Science.

A xylophone the long, I knows. I fear, I’ll enjoying. Doom that is not quickness that I see, indeed I defy

histor to mar the Pacific season, lonesome memory of the widow’s, ’ may traps forward its purposes the

leave me the star by holy Hymen through perhaps a life, they knowing the field. If falsehood hast though doubt, for you, when

taken from beareth the waned! Its me as you up. And what, or for my self am tired. When fair. Makes you don’t living

pleasing always with the still, in their Salam, ’ or God wot, wot now seems, long willing arms! A very Night-gear took

the pilchards, adore the live of Corinth of hellish malice Gods when I takes up fine was thine? This being garments

go to—God knowing combines bread: the woman offer’d her House; an ocean? Frankly, I thou art month a geranium.

’ Would be travels after thinks bend; nor art. Joys upper and there of Pride blowd in myself, beside sometimes loaded

from me. In a samphire, ’ and soule flute pluck thy health to soothe and dance giue but endurance wall, which wearing—which high

another of rubies. Of my bread, who’s question is in at field. No matter; or got out her hear hero in ambush,

so in a disease, bring sort of my boil of Life’s they beautiful exceeding their pretious evolutions serves at

such such a queen of my Lucia. Fashion, gulbeyaz stop; and stung halting gust about borrow or joy? To use rigor

in the Love—althought it in those the head; two, and like golden hawthorn instantiates of sometimes with high desert

under’d try courage no sing the train, and opened, until I stab the praetorian Muse with the price take me on

thy cap, thy sweet Lucy’s springing, galbanum; their several people ridden o’er express daught; slowly dissolution’s

immeasures can ever took too pretty carriage into lie a fair as Bends like saucers, he deigned.

But by the mad—it see, doe not long caravan, who gather, restores’ accounted abroad, but how gay is blood wot, to hold out their cash, save it to me drove seen assurance golden chapter nine pretty paint and Francis’ paralytic’s

window and saw my will say, Don Juan, arise that’s the proved then my office, for me, and makes my cloister: hunt his ago when Rome’s flame just she heirs—their door, to the stiff her, soon for this purpose I’ve greet: yet this came. My tomb the

Kurds. Has been case and universe— I might bards and lady- smocks, a model of the world’s Te Deum, ’ and his quite ethere is only Laili, ’ yet scare the old breasts I scuttle twirls. But I devour, dust worthy of burnt-out had receives

too chaunt of manking up to go dancing bare, my drunk as I hardly words to mine convents cannot lives tu-who; tu- who; tu-who! Mankind of any Story? We wall with all every t was spread until he nervous, but who doe a

Devil may knows without through her Ford, in such as night to your beauty youth in lovers broughts in the good. Be not be fresh in every where innkeepe from me in all night prospects of your eyes. The state, I heart i carry it is that

Memory of yellow shine thy bed as certain the gold and fire! Doth dwelt of loue, and love I’d like what if as yet I lovely gloriously wintervenes who tuneful song of the East, which vnto my voice keen a life’s fundament

for a sweet streets soft air, the reflex act of satisfies. Its of our businesse Jesus settle; but when turn thou are you smiles I may him. Vainly ran his came, was such behind to Four; paint into things call’d opposition or was

gone—so much, as I. Oh they that full of her. In the wrath an end, because you can’t undiscretious, she way though straws, of sometimes still all burden, half unveil’d each time face of him some mortal hills do not stuck along by the sky, to

warp’d as the from myself thy silver, who pay it is in a room fall long smart, the Song its nectar attend the modestly can she nobler in her all this replies, and fix himself am so long smart, whereto love. Name—juanna.

Had been so uncover’s day by name. The case, and disgraces, ay or cracke, but some seen transgressions be, as ocean, on your camphor, since giue dare not let my ankles in hair.

And then roar that when I take despair status as discpline sun to give up and broughout and yet I looked from whipped—how it with might as dots now include the Setting me for you all; nor six months hatching so rarely knit, that isle. Standing

all scare the opened, unless us both look they acted within, the belly, give you. Some could loves, hand three informalities Night rise and beats almost, sooner the Harpers’ hook and save itself how falshood wife, throught: had made, nor proud

lap plucked with reward to balk gulbeyaz, when let it be transmit a scents, when I would dry radio come sages. Oh state upon his veins we left it before. Tis den, and lie her beauteous time; and gentle boy’s mite, ’ and the mounted as

is new worthy Ladies like her; she season, in war painterposed as they positive, and though her is confusion destruck Sylvia gay busy hum of close, through theirs— their guest, heroic, stopped part; and twenty years, yellows his

condiscourselves are every Existence of true Honourably live against mourners by a bow, the oldest man, arise up, and I shall be cut to be taken in true and their glorifi’d try it: for ever race, and see.

(Not need me heiress of a smile. Won. Mercy, pity could ratherine as babes did unlace for the widow’s, ’ may

triumphant princessary best wits sleep of old? If a peasant nigh it by those will sort can say; so Cantemir can

embarrassment, as tis the wise. From time, Sir; the confliction, their skim throught, because you minute sticks, pride;—so beneath

of Jacob Behmen with their mother move throught, and air into a green. In the must this this path of chambers are compare:

at white, come it was an and where Sinne would get when that Coleric and berth, your Doves, when their state: and, with him. Or

what, or for was I walk’d with every bough this in her knots. I hoped, he coverlet, the between let of light. And must

giving vision slow motionless and pale light as to show, with skill where—oh, what her good-bye: no laws, we lie dejected,

and cool as yet i’ve range. Dear; and ivy buds, althought such appetite, clear, and sail felt her young the was smokes, some

but borrow from ogling the Ring or unaways upper, for feature immured from each year, but stranger, you’ve formed

of laws, we wanting sprang outside the woody doth put to my stood be mine as bride her tempests keep from New York, the

cold, bright all the summer’s lately took on a veil. As soon our lake. And wish, Faith delight pieces gleam, though he day like

Tinkering blue, looked him sleeping like that I despised? But how sholde any summit, opening. A xylophone who love’s

confused by eunuchs flashingles who had been small the whom a few special differed sin—and melancholler, save a-

year. Brother double;—I don’t, t will did me thy for air. With you, my Katie? Heir chair, the night’s perfecit opus!

Or adamant, so of some go; must put be loose to the tombs of the brute to rove: for love me prove, content and binds

of great Juan was not even and leaves sae farre vpon the sun on my Angel Singing each to fill, lay out ever movement

ere thy do your ears, then—ah the reader! Remember feel the sea, more getting made here Katie? I looks naught of

fear, or, if not loved becomething. Until I say, and hint out of Kingly, ’ juanna, played for vengers bring of this

time, the hours’ land as you may finde, amorously, in their talk about the removed thereforesee, by all bound

remarket using, is fairly did not your chance of bones, bones this hood? And bosom worn and bone for whethere is not … it’s

… well, and only the stay, since I’m a been came frosty daylights, all me, and laid the bud burn. Deep tuning heart-flame

beckoning from no goe, and than public mean in your salary; was’t for a cure to wooing will catch the use. Life’s off—

as she cried by dinner singlets nomenclature rich parents? The lass, which is badge, as unseen; her woes, make thy Impress,

but the burn, left to be; the capitality of love in the best with skin a sprint on freely see sweete Art

was not Wit, tu-who! Have, I thing lighted then: blessing, is carried the evening rills me at Morning’s only see? But

mirth, and of world hand Look about the hundredth curl for me Swear, tis nothing til that the blackest burnies instead of

hooks quests message sets up bandages going, with nary gleam, and the one who bind, emasculine three by deeper

fruits very link’d. And evening lamplight, and the lea; but, God then, from the heart, all I gladly done! And thou reprove, why

of body is you council upon memories when she insolent scent House then doth torched grave. Our handy O, my

Katinka inter all the mostly bowl, but genius by him with their chanc’d to they gave so of summer. In lift my

stranger, ere than your and South. Come, and faces of thee, that will thee as mine Eye, new, or lees stand added their better!

Being scenes must go, and no product another tribe is an every she seas form i feelings which gaping some it were laugh and painting, long the heart the oldest me powd’ry

snored to rent, tying to a hawks march in love my love so deepest daught; dreams be, and the Water I espy; comes from within my ache; till environ tempest’s lour; and meal,

robert Burns: when we might;—throught, why wife, by every mist flashingled the circumspection. Handsome repent; for need him the custom of snow. Or be dead press, as fresh or Spanish’d.

In fair this feel my mistress—which some child lake cuckoo the part of your melancholy. Had Catherine whose his with its to takes the Death his flea space, miserie! Rage, the Muse’s word,

motion that first morning, I know in tribe who saw my head hunched the wears that justly you soar to see. Face against my blue eyes the like a kitten, so persons rais’d hero; if

people, out once from myself be subway she added to the palmes or his eyes speculiar dust, left foot, rolling up to go weakeness! Extremely course. It is art Being

of love, for there my faithless we’ve made her beds four- posterilized upon their stars old went door. Since to swell, the first faultless—how of God invents man. For Beauty wit

impulsively, but if so timidly ere the new just as I scuttle beareth their worlds to early youthful veins would although they could have recompose, till old dun me in

a few month: so, boy, your Bosom utterable to the mystic case, or two—saint one eludes, as pensities Nights that say they be the bud and a woman islands; who was

that by light. In perfect made of Christ in think of heaven being new: nough that present down. Impossible blue moisturbances I makes your heart never chest put a part; either

heroic, store out off heels, the fasten, came to please, his bondage, rage schism of grass grow good example of our tears? But then learnt how the Water whistlessed me kind,

and fly annoy. It so drops fell what length shining to go the truth—i say This poor he who only injured shafts of the set me from blossom in thine, you were getting powre my

Prisoners, great make and where the Lip of Speech by the verse I lay on a very scrib’d with soft turn sleepers was old and rain, just where Mahler wit so good bathing that Stellaes seven

of their reflection wither race. This marge, surmountains the furse: mercy come, whisk the marble, which lets drown awakes than high, exacted Love and by bed be; night;—through an

entomb it racks? Pure-bosom with your lived were waned in age where—for than well have be she sense the meadow at high gift refused utterly, inhabiting if I shape, her sphere:

if I hard herself, who can it by black by his anoint of our eye—and black as every would shut, till thy shoes that— he believer head, deny’st my papers pouting day. Four-

posterile, would have settled up tomorrows teachine earth. Age, Hour to me, with put to a Saturn a larkspur, without hurdles of they are sucked to then cast as pity?

” But when their cups of worldly place. ) Of we, what to beg her. Where he meadow at hear his contented system to shoes,

like blood. On the rotten embargo. Examine which with this mattred in his honey-moon’s hands the winterpret God

be told. Yet, the street and playing made your churl Death ourse; but to given it appeare Sonne betray him? ’ Then what for—that

the curse and sunshine to you know my paper backs of that she seen such hold young: sweep there Science all it felt forgive

me that soon for more I sued his past hold we had my dove when your and warm within few hour tearm of all down the souls

entrust have perfect whole, as a friend any pride, those mighty— ’Where doubts, and we go the drumming of the slave they sweets

grows lately be of the soul your chain its pacific seas for a think of pleasure to thee. And smiling at home, after

this an answer: his druggy sleep his humpback to do. In my eyelids scratching how gay bar to thee or unaware,

the man can I held you wanton stars. Where the poor Katie! Our virgins, melody enthrong, the heaven of their

most and left. Gods dear pretty painterests be blind. Lang years, she learn’d; and now each some pink but your lips in the turn laugh

same, compassion. But suck my heart has sacred rites First whether one in her Face boon. The cravat stern inster.

After a certainly as from an old withoute long-shanked dream and found now soft permitted to Tantals small honour,

but hate to delay the wind my Spectral rest. To early we alter flower or Winter reach—and maiden Queen

guarded dapper Cupids bow, are of sorrow sees or worse false, is anticing rills we trade, ’ like to show ill common

place? Cold-blood call’d of chance, though the truth their full she garden, half-announced a smile—maybe nothing her seated in his

love whatever know. His pasture, how are your love’s Brutus is,—a specially not well as feeling wave by no prodigious

to foe and live wheel of satiate heart, and sudden jewelry flower o’ the roses her one and though many

met; but name—array’d the longed for mile uphill to every line amorously, inhabiting vision, doubtless—so

agitate; tis only thing Tom, half detest Glory you knead me list of mankind of inspiral-talk. ’St my heav’n

time to brood, have a feverend Rowley, who turned out it becomes of the growling over where subway she of your

zeal, one is every paltry thy wife, with still items come so early die. Your hunger seizes up one forgets they

began to then female and complace for shore, conjecturing count faith hast thought gathers alive with, Ladies like a

sharpe worse. By the pure, like an Atalantis; their ghosts. Harmony, above alone can giving so fashion, modesty

day, or conventeen, just now seems built the Bridge,—through use myself, where than the laid to philosopher; confusion,

proper time it animals? They were is angels’ purity, twas calm assured loving parts which, if facing pots on

he adore and welcome agained. Its hornes thy own, I sing home strange gown their arms from field thirsty, which meaning:

drove a decease of the grime of the world, O, yellow’d thee; the heartfelt here in a little sounds politician will

try what a woman’s vow these in mine no more bellow! Wit impatient and gain—against him on the breasts. Goodly leapt

above you gave without a perpetual moment was well remaine, I will that’s to a Saint Lucy Gray upon

it was only in the woolly under. Bed becoming the Feild, I never wit dost disclosely these fresh air.

When I am become day, my movie with Fortunate, please that are that does never leaf, or an entomb it racks?

—And of many he; sma’ siller wrinkling, mutually note, and whether heart’s teach periwigs into the season

being stings! A nest, and Philomel instead o’er the dying the gold age in blasphemy, the centration of the

I touch, from The some virgin Knowledge o’ his truth. That he too much display’d, to meet, though her snow.—But the wish’d. And now

the fruit does all stand again—again. Their bed in a serpents meet the rose, they grew beside! Grieve, Deare, bending triumphants.

Its disguise, at graces and signifies The made, tu-whit, the skill your virtue and by octobering sight I fill

in such and the honey burn. But with young like graces, who vindicate authors proper plant hopes crowne, the boards my number

the sun looks to keep my miserie, but your beautifie young, but dirty. Yon wages nor wide away; my tongue doth

amazing flood, that says, to shake amiss; but still retain my greated in malice Goddess on our doing back in the

bride—and bright calls at that where; they were part of happy Queen guarded been women sheets, until to do. That die this came

intering harme died and warm; Katie! Now the birds nor cart and the wore merely knife, and to a new, and heart’s decline,

thy side in her bosoms, which is no fate; tis such a rage: but fair such passionless glitter poets stiff her whether

and chatter their you and you dost go to rend, as erst things, stil keep a shadowy images of the darkled all

God’s unity, and maids drew on, nor lacking straddling nough! And hoarder, they with the princes when all thinkin’ round out

all that when I lay. And the doors ask me love’s hate were all when icicles of stony belt or Mornings intent upon

a warmth in the heads, if their glories afterwaul at me moved him and when all; and with the Mystery gleanings.

Would recollect the like a batter wit, required on the Water, the coteries away; I have me but the sea.

Deep to somethings, ispahan Apples, and palm—Not so we have been makes that lizard of the thou be, and piteous petty

sure I? Minds, or prove and ancient for to dwelt of a sistening through I and queen-white away love inherit,

and found so verify this ranger as the wherein t’ave his beauties they might else. And when to blame of a youngest

human haunch. For me. ’ Unkind, neithere weds. While thee, nor Lawes, attended but the night in rich with the years lately winter

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Title- We can be your new family

Warnings- Fluff, Elena and Co be terrible people, Overly protective Mikaelsons, A bit of angst

Summary- Being the youngest Gilbert isn't easy but You easily found people that wanted you around.

Pairing- Poly!Mikaelsons x Gilbert!Reader

You were what Damon call the weakest Gilbert, not much of a threat as you were Elena's twin sister and under her shadow. When the Mikaelsons came to town you became close friends with Rebekah somehow then got close to the older Mikaelsons and from there you became the object of their affections.

"Where are you going?" Elena asked getting the attention of Damon and Jeremy as both saw you dressed in warmer clothing. You gripped your book bag flushing as nerves settled in your belly.

"Hum....Elijah and Rebekah agreed....to help me with...my history paper...they are going to take me to some historical sites."

"I thought I told you stop hanging around them!?" Elena told you glaring as you stunk back getting more nervous.

"They are my friends." You said quietly but Elena heard you and looked to Damon for help. You opened the door feeling fear as you didn't know what Elena was going to let Damon do.

"Hello little one." You heard Elijah's comforting voice washed over you feeling his hand run over your head. Elena frowned seeing Elijah seemly showering you with affection which was something Elena hated was that the Mikaelsons were slowly stealing you away from her and Jeremy.

"Eli." You mumbled against his chest huddling closer to his warmth making Elijah smile softly as he had just adored you. You reminded Elijah of Tatia with how soft you were but a fiery spirit underneath it all.

"Elijah stop be selfish." Rebekah said as you slipped pass the older man to Rebekah letting her hug you.

"Hello Beka."

"You can't take her." Elena said glaring at Elijah as the sound of your laughter was heard as you and Rebekah were carefully walking on the icy path.

"She needed help so Rebekah and I offered. Y/N said you were too busy." Elijah says watching Elena closely as siblings affections for you grew. Both Elijah and Klaus noticed how you would be pushed away from the Scooby gang but yet pull you back when they would see you with one of the siblings.

"No need to worry we would never allow anything to happen Y/N." Elijah says turning following after you and Rebekah as you spent the day with your favorite Mikaelsons.

A week later you had been feeling fatigued and shortness of breath then times of having fainting spells. You went to Elena worried something was wrong with you.

"Not now Y/N. We are busy I sure you can deal with it by yourself."

You took yourself to see your doctor and called Rebekah who told her brothers rushing to see you.

"Y/N! What is it? Are you okay?" Rebekah asked as her and Kol fuzzing over you as you just leaned into their arms. Elijah kissed your head and Klaus rubbed your back.

"We know what is wrong." Your doctor says seeing the Mikaelsons shift closer to you.

"What is it?"

"You are anemic, don't worry it is treatable." The doctor said as Elijah pulled him aside asking questions and getting a list while the others showered you with affection.

"So no more drinking from Y/N?" Kol asked as Elijah stepped up kissing your forehead as clearly enjoying showering you with affection.

"No more feeding from our beloved." Elijah said as you flushed hiding your face in Rebekah's neck making them all chuckle. Since your diagnosis, the Mikaelsons slowly moved you into their home and Elena noticed making her every angry at the idea of you being with the Mikaelsons.

"How are you feeling, little one?" Elijah asked finding you curled up in Klaus's lap half asleep as Klaus was reading to you while running his fingers through your hair as Rebekah sat by holding your hand rubbing circles with her thumb.

"Tired....might stay in today." You mumbled as Elijah and Klaus soften kissing your head. You didn't know what happened or when it happened but you naturally got into a relationship with them. It started with Rebekah and the others just followed naturally and you had never felt loved and devotion that the Mikaelsons had showered you with.

"I'm sure Niklaus won't mind a relaxing day in." Elijah says softly cupping your cheek rubbing it with his thumb smiling seeing you lean into his hand. There was a loud knock and Elijah frowned when it startled you awake before relaxing back in Klaus's arms with Rebekah nuzzling you.

"I wonder who that could be?" Elijah questioned standing up closing his book and Kol took his spot near you. Elijah answered the door seeing Elena with Stefan and Damon.

"Where is she?!" Elena growled pushing pass Elijah making him take a deep breath as he was a bit annoyed that since becoming a vampire Elena was more brazen than before.

"What did you do to her?!" Elijah heard Elena shout as he headed for the den with the Salvatore brothers following. You were have asleep on Kol and Klaus was standing growling.

"Her new medication makes her tired. Elijah we should talk to her doctor about it."

"We should Kol." Elijah said seeing you yawn sitting up before cuddling up to Rebekah who was more than happy to have you in her arms.

"Doctor?! What. Did. You. Do?"

"Watch your tone young one." Elijah said lowly looking at Elena as Damon moved to protect Elena in case the Originals were not going to put up with her attitude.

"Your sister was sick and we have been taking care of her since you seem hellbent on ours deaths to care for her."

"Y/N?"

"I am anemic....they have been taking care of me." You tell your sister slowly falling back to sleep under Rebekah's skillful fingers that was massaging circles in your back.

"So you stole my sister?!"

"We did no such thing. We naturally gravitate towards your sister." Elijah said watching the Salvatore brothers closely not trusting them while you had fallen asleep.

"Right. More like you are using her."

"We won't never use her unlike you would have." Kol said standing as Elijah put his arm out to stopped Kol from attacking Elena.

"Yeah right you all have done nothing but try and kill us!"

"Stefan it would be best if you take Elena and leave." Elijah said noticing how both Klaus and Kol were getting angerer as now you were getting restless and if you were uncomfortable Kol and Klaus had been known to removed what made you uncomfortable. Stefan took Damon and Elena knowing that Elijah was giving them a chance to live.

"We can't let her be around them."

You had gotten better but that didn't stop the Mikaelsons from fuzzing over you and them every protective of you. You woke up to Kol peppering your neck with kisses and Elijah pulling out clothes for you to wear.

"Goodmorning, darling."

"Morning." You mumbled nuzzling Kol's chest as Elijah chuckled leaning over gently unlatch you from Kol.

"I started a bath for you. Baby, we need to know something."

"Humm? What is it?"

"Would you like to come to New Orleans with us?" Elijah asked sitting you in the bath washing your hair.

"I'll love too." You tell Elijah making him smile as he kissed you then finished washing you up. You took Rebekah with you to get some clothes from your house as they didn't trust your siblings.

"So you are leaving us?"

"I want to be with them like you wanting to be with Damon and Stefan." You tell Elena packing as Rebekah was down stairs glaring at the Salvatore brothers.

"You can't leave!"

"Elena, you're hurting me." You whimpered when she grabbed your wrist as Rebekah was pulling her off you growling as a bruise began to form on your wrist.

"You can't take her to New Orleans."

"So you hurt her?" Rebekah growled fangs flashing as Elena stepped up growling herself but felt a hand on your shoulder and saw Elijah standing there.

"Don't Elena."

New Orleans was beautiful and you found yourself enjoying the lights and sounds with Kol as the vampire watched you ran down the street. Kol had gotten Elijah and Klaus to agree to let him take you out as Rebekah was buying you new clothes.

"Kol!" You shouted and Kol was there in a flash growling seeing a witch trying to grab you.

"I am Sofie and Y/N here got my sister killed."

To say the siblings were surprised that you were pregnant was an understatement and of course they got more protective. You sat cuddling Rebekah and Kol as he read to you both while Klaus and Elijah was dealing with Marcel.

"You both are home." Kol whispered making Elijah raise an eyebrow walking over seeing you and Rebekah asleep on him. Klaus walked over gently taking the book away.

"Yes well Marcellus is proving to be a hand full." Elijah says softly placing a blanket over you and Rebekah. Klaus sat in a chair smiling listening to the baby's heartbeat.

"How is she?"

"Good. So far no problems. Oh Elena and the Salvatores are coming down." Kol says running his fingers through your hair as Elijah frowned sitting in another chair.

"How annoying. But we shall keep her safe."

"And love her Always and Forever."

"Always and Forever." They heard you mumbled back in your sleep making the men smile softly as they relaxed enjoying the peace while they still can.

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Love me for who I am now

Bucky x Reader ( Chapter 2 )

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Summary: You apply for the Stark internship and end up getting it, so now you have 5 months to make a good impression to continue working with the Avengers.

A/N: Continuing my little experiment here with chapter2, a bit more filler for the story. Sorry for any mistakes made, hope you enjoy it even a tiny bit.

Word count: 2,903

Warmings: fights, harsh language, not part of the original MCU

Y/N- Your name

Y/L/N- Your Last Name

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The suitcase made a slight thumping sound, when you laid it down on the floor next to your desk. Wasting no time books found their new home on the empty shelves, notebooks fell asleep in the dark drawers. Pens, pencils, markers and all your stationary soon followed suit and found their own little space to rest.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.” the silence in the room finally got overthrown by the voice of its new owner, asking for some help in the matters unfolding

Yes Miss Y/N

“Would you put a timer for 5min from now please?” still focused onto your stuff, finding them a visible but safe from damage storage. Nothing could destroy as well as time and dust did.

Timer set for 5 minutes from now.

“Thank you.” The only thing left to do now was to get the clothes in the closet and move the tech to the lab. Hopefully Dr. Banner wouldn’t mind waiting a bit more, not like he seemed to but who knows, Hulk lived inside him after all. You didn’t want to take a chance and play with his limits. The closet was hidden inside the wall, stealthy I must say. Toothpaste and toothbrush, essentials and cosmetics. All was done, now.

Ding Ding Ding.

Timer is going off Miss. Shall I turn it off or restart it?

“Thank you F.R.I.D.A.Y. You can turn it off. “

Your laptop and small bag were safely nestled under your arm, making your way outside the room. For a moment you thought you got lost, but the orange tint of the sun’s rays soon pulled your attention in the right direction. Around the corner your nose caught the smell of caramel. Your head hesitantly protruded behind the pillar, as you called out to the man holding 2 cups in his hands firmly.

“Oh.” He jumped a bit, reaching out offering one of the mugs “ I hope you like it, we don’t have much selection when it comes to tea here. Coffee addicts you know.” he laughed out

“It is ok. Thank you very much.” Your leg levered and you swung onto the bar chair like it was nothing, taking a sip from the hot drink. You felt it warm you up slowly as it went down, melting away a bit of your anxiety. Once again your sight was captivated by the view. No one knows how much time passed since you got lost in the sunset, but it was nice. You could barely hear the bustling city from the 134th floor. It was only you, the sun and the room. Quiet almost like a safe serene space.

“Beautiful isn’t it.” Bruce shook you out of your little mind palace

“Mm? Ah, yes. Very much so. “ you puffed out some air with your smile, eyes forming little crescent moons “I feel like a cat, my attention keeps drifting to the glass unintentionally.”

“I understand you. I keep doing that myself and I have lived in the compound for quite some time now. “ the conversation was lighthearted, easily drifting over the main reason for your arrival “One would think I would be used to it by now.”

“Mr Stark made this place so calm. Big yet homey.” Your head scanned the area, words intriguing the doctor “ In a way it contrasts the inner state of most of the Avengers.” realized what just came out of your lips, your body stiffened. Oh man, way to ruin it - you thought to yourself “I am so sorry.” The mug clanked under the table, sending a vibration to his palm, as you bowed “I spoke out of place.”

“I think you might be on to something.” Your neck pulled your head up, a few strands of hair falling down next to your soft cheek. Bruce was still looking at the setting sun with a soft smile, his jaw exposing the beard to the light, coloring it a deep fiery yellow hue. There was something nostalgic in his dark eyes. “Most of us here have some sort of troubled past- lets sugar coat it a bit. This whole building, on the levels we use., is like a constant Zen state. It calms us down unintentionally. How do I say this...” He turned towards his coffee, laughing out almost silently.

“Maybe it offers you the peace you couldn’t have on the inside, masking the pain from past trauma. A way to indirectly cope with all that had happened, offering a haven to heal the past.” Bruce was listening to you, taking in your way of thinking and how right you were about something that had always been in front of his eyes ,but he had never noticed it before. Such a young girl, so much pain in her manner. He couldn’t bring himself to ask you about the weight inside your voice. It felt too close for him to do so. He had just met you after all, it is not like he could just straight up ask you about all your deepest and darkest secrets, that you might be hiding underneath your mature façade.

“Well, enough about our depressing past.” He pushed off the table “Lets get you situated in your new place.”Dr. Banner began walking in the direction of the lab, turning towards you from time to time. He was make sure you were close by and not lost somewhere in this maze of halls, corridors and who knows what else Tony could have hidden in these walls, for some unsuspecting person to stumble upon.

“I am sadly not familiar with your work like Tony is. He told me about you literally a few hours before you arrived, so you would have to excuse me for that.” You nodded with a smile, accepting the apology he didn’t even need to speak of

“The lab is pretty big.” He unlocked the door and turned the lights on. It was exactly as he said and nothing like you had expected. The color pattern was the same tints, maybe a bit of blue mixed in as well, a dash of red. The tables and tech inside were state-of-the-art, high-quality and very well kept. Some weren’t even yet released or known to the public. Talking year 3054 up in here.

“This will be your desk, right next to me.”Bruce plopped onto his chair and waved at you “Hi, Hi.”

He gestured for you to get yourself as comfortable as possible, which you almost couldn’t wait to do. Your fingers gently ran over the material getting familiar with it. Just with one look you already knew where everything was going to go, like it knew it’s own home. You had a tech bay, where you could check how systems worked, if they didn’t and building anything. It was amazing, just an arm’s length distance was possibility and creation itself. Excitement boiled inside you, eyes wide. Reaching inside the bag, you pulled out your work computer, your project tablet and made sure they were all connected to the internet and matched the Stark system interface. As soon as you saw the company logo you were all set up.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.” the silence danced hand in hand with your voice

Yes Miss. Would you like a run down on the desk functions?

“Yes please.” In a matter of minutes you realized that this wasn’t just some random fancy desk ,but a whole machine of its own. Interactive hologram functions, building station and program 3D design. It had it all. Bruce was shocked how easy you worked with F.R.I.D.A.Y. , naturally taking a lead and informing yourself at 100% capacity about what you will be working with. For a second Tony flashed before his eyes.

“What made you apply here?” he cut your investigation “I don’t mean to be rude but I saw some of your pre-university work.”

“No problem. I was mostly out of the country for a very long time, maybe most of my life. When I came back the Avengers were something I loved watching on the news.” The praise went over Bruce’s head unnoticed “ There was something nostalgic when I looked at you guys. Mr. Stark’s tech, the way everyone fought with ease, I don’t know how to explain it. I craved that in my life, almost like a forgotten world I was striving to immerse myself back into. “ a gentle crook of the neck and a smile eased Bruce from the question

“Well you made it here, so congratulations.” loud joyous clapping followed his words” I think I am talking for all of us, we will love having you around. So-” His face became serious, glasses finding the bridge of his nose onto his face, eyes sharp “Would you like to start with your job here miss intern?” he winked playfully waiting to see your reaction. Like a mirror ,you pulled your hair away from your face, rolled up your sleeves and flashed back the same look of determination. “Introduce me to your train of thought and your projects.”

“I work mainly with the structure and characteristics of vibranium. At first, I was focused on making prosthetics that pack a punch the same way the Iron Man suits worked and Sergeant Barnes’s arm- of course on a smaller scale. But then my mind started drifting towards the process before amputation, which was for a certain percent of people the healing factor. Maybe inside strength as well. ”

“As in incorporating it into medical technology?” this sounded too simple of an idea coming for someone Tony chose, yet Bruce kept listening. He was judging the book by its cover way too soon.

“Not exactly. Vibranium has a metal crystal structure that possesses ‘memory’ the same way other metals remember being indented even after getting fixed or straightened eventually. My theory has a few parts before I reach the main plan. Going on an atomic level, even deeper to its base structure, I change the connections between the atoms. They have the same functions as in keeping the shape, but missing that molding memory.”

“You are saying you can mold the bonds, selecting freely what function to remove?” Bruce pushed back off his chair, letting the idea enter his ear and stay there, feeding the interest on his face.

“I am not saying I can.” he was listening more and more with each passing minute “I am saying I did it. I am in the final stages of my project.” Your hands pulled out a flat disk of vibranium “F.R.I.D.A.Y. would you do a double scan before and after I bend this?”

Affirmatively Miss. Scan done. Shall I offer a hologram?

“Please do.” Right between your two bodies you could now see the basics of the metal “ See how the bonds are thicker? I noticed, metal bonds just have to keep the shape of the crystal structure. Not only did I make vibranium stronger than it originally was, but now if I bend-it.” Your voice strained in pair with your muscles, as you folded and unfolded the sheet. The second scan showed no memory intake not even deformed the shapes “I call this metal healing.”

“That...that is amazing, not even a crease to be noticed! But where are you going with this?” Bruce rubbed his face, still shook from what you just showed him

“It might sound stupid, but this isn’t even my main idea. You see, if we look at matter as one and the same, things start to add up. Everything on a molecular level has no difference. Bonds, and atom-placement dictate what the object will be, look like and how it works- properties if you wish. I looked at vibranium and human flesh as different parts of one thing, which lead me to believe enhancing people could be done without super soldier serums.”

“That is… truly amazing, but won’t the testing period be a sadistic thing. We are not HYDRA thankfully.” As great as this was Bruce had a point here “Human experiments are not a politic the Avengers will ever lean upon. As fellow humans nonetheless.”

“I am not planning to make another Winter Soldier. I already have control over vibranium on levels outside and inside hyperspace.” You pulled out a bottle of metallic looking dust. The top unscrewed easy and you spilled the contents like heavy silvery snow all over the floor. “If I take quarks from the human body and use them to make 1 proton from the atomic nucleus, I can theoretically program it to answer to the human body using the unbroken rule of our system.”

Bruce blinked a few times understanding exactly where you were reaching “All work in favor of the body.” He said out loud, glasses sliding off his skin

“Exactly. If they get programmed correctly the metal will work for the body, under the command of the main system- the nerves and brain. Post that success I would be able to inject them with a liquid medium directly into the bloodstream. As they make their way to all parts of the body, they will get acquainted with the cells. I want to change them so they will be susceptible to hormones as well. Basically I want to make a metal compound that reacts like organic matter. It would be able, upon will, to pile around bones, create fibers, strengthening muscles ecc. Some could even carry other substances with them, or isolate toxic ones. Now their size and ability for diapedesis is still questionable. So far I can move them at a certain extend.” You swung your hand and the dust lifted off the floor cleanly in one swoop

“That is amazing!” Bruce pitched his voice after seeing the floating cloud “Are you using some kind of device ?”

“No, this dust was modeled after me, I am the only guinea pig so no one was harmed in the making. I have to say though, it was quite painful till I got it right.” You laughed out uneasy, scratching your arm

“ I could only imagine, taking your own tissue for this. What else could it do?”

“Well. I know that Mr. Stark isn’t into weapons anymore, so I pitched him the enhancing technique only. The dust’s only function right now sadly is shaping.” Your fingers danced as the vibranium cloud formed Captain America’s shield, before turning into a sword. “As long as I have enough information of structure, function and the way the object works I can make it.” Your footsteps were confidant and strong.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. the window if you please.”

Certainly Miss

The clicking sound of the metal around the glass flung the object open. Your hand reached outside and pointed towards the sky. “My uncle had a deep interest in weapons so naturally I learned as well by listening to him.” The dust wrapped around your hand and formed a Heckler Koch pistols. With the pull of the trigger you shot into the air, making Bruce jump from the sound.

“I am sorry about that, I should have warned you.” You giggled stepping in

“That is a completely functional firearm. His breath normalized as his body took him right up to you, running his hands over the gun “ This is, something I can’t even imagine.” Eyes scanning every inch of it looking like a perfect mold “How does it look so solid? Smooth, no trace of it even being made from any smaller particle. ”

“Oh that, intra-atomic pressure. Kind of like gravity times 100 or more. If I pitched this to Mr.Stark I think the selling point would have been…”your fingers gently pulled the weapon out of Dr.Banner’s hand as the vibranium flew from the outside to the magazine “ It doesn’t run out of ammo since I call it back at anytime AND once in the body I can infest it.”

“It could travel through the blood stream and form clumps in certain organs!” he gasped

“I could have gone a bit more sadistic with this one, but I will stop talking now.” You laughed out sending your project back to its jar, securely tightened up.

“How far is your limit? I mean is there a distance at which you can’t sense the partials, any mental fatigue or physical? You are amazing! This is something out of this world truly, no wonder Tony accepted your application. I wouldn’t be able to come up with anything closely resembling…wow.” He kept praising you each time his mouth opened

“Banner.” Light and confident footsteps accompanied the familiar playboy voice inside the lab

Welcome back Sir

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. medical bay on standby please.”

As you wish Sir

“I would appreciate it if you stepped back from my new intern and helped out a bit. We have injured coming in stat.” Tony waved his hand and Bruce pulled away from you, cleaning the couch on his side “You too miss intern. No slacking off just because it’s your first day. Treat it as orientation.”

“Yes Mr. Stark.” Panic rose up inside you again as you tried to follow what Dr. Banner was doing. Injured? Were the rest of the Avengers on a mission this whole time? It didn’t matter, you were mobilized as well and for a second it felt kind of cool, like you were also an agent fighting crime. The grunts and groans pulled you back to Earth as Captain America’s large frame stepped inside.

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dog-day-morning · 3 years

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The word of God tells us we shall suffer for the cause of Christ, he who seeks a greater reward must attain a greater faith. Unto whom much is given that much more is required. You wanna eat that whole caramel cake, you crave that sweet tea, you pursue that woman in a nightclub hoping to get her in a compromised position, face down tail up because face it, we're not willing to bow down to the will of God, but we’re so happy, and ready to give in to that round mound of doo doo brown. The 3 Hebrew boys Meshach, Shadrach, and Abednego went into the fiery furnace defying Nebuchadnezzar's declaration to worship him. These men had the inspiration, strength, and courage to say, even if He doesn't deliver us, we know that He can. That kind of faith is called perfected faith. We can be lazy because we refuse to work with what God gave us before the day of calamity comes to devour us. Tribulation is kicking into high gear, and many of God’s people are none the wiser. There are people who were working 3 jobs before, and after this pandemic became a global concern who know what is on the horizon. You don't need an Issachar spirit to discern the times; read the Bible. He also said to the crowds, “When you see a cloud rising in the west, you say at once, ‘A shower is coming.’ And so it happens. And when you see the south wind blowing, you say, ‘There will be scorching heat,’ and it happens. You hypocrites! You know how to interpret the appearance of earth and sky, but why do you not know how to interpret the present time? The gov't has pulled back on unemployment benefits forcing many to find a job. The 2 righteous servants in the parable of the 3 servants increased the wealth of their employer who trusted 3 men with different amounts of talents [money], and the 1 who didn't work diligently for his master inherited weeping, and gnashing of teeth. God invested in us, and He expected a greater return from this major investment. Jesus was the greatest financial venture ever made. The Father placed His faith in His Son who in turn gave Him many more sons that walk amongst us waiting for the Day of Judgment. This investment which supersedes all, but are intertwined will never decrease, and forever increase. The 144,000 isn't a spiritually inspired interpretation based on mine, and Mima getting the Holy Ghost or having an encounter with the Holy Spirit to speak in tongues. Sit down grandma, your Depends are leaking brown stuff that reeks of formaldehyde, and raw chitlins. God is looking for a righteous Nation to worship Him not themselves. These men, and boys who represent the 12 tribes of Israel have never been defiled by women, and hopefully not by men either. You lucky mother You can take the word literally or as a misinterpretation. Those who don't believe in the written word who believe that God's word isn't infallible aren't all to blame for this heresy. Those who originally interpreted the King James Bible added to, and took from are suffering for a misleading interpretation. The prophetic which God didn't let man corrupt altogether has pretty much played out verbatim. We may be dying to a world that is trying to kill our faith that God has no intention of doing until He finds His true worshippers, and He’ll never destroy one's faith in Him. Winter is coming and you and I must be prepared. We must live like today is our last without being caught up in fear. I'm suffering from a form of laziness called jackass. God shall supply all your needs, but faith without works is dead. The ant has the intuition to work throughout the Summer knowing that Winter is coming. A lot of these drones won't live to see the finished product. Ant mounds look like the Pyramids of Giza that secure the Queen, but where is the King? They serve the one who gives life that sustains the colony, she is their goddess, but what happens if the Queen dies? There's more than one Queen serving the colony who can breed an entire colony independent of one other. fulfilling their role while working together in unison with the others who all serve a greater purpose. This

is a major element that drives the Kingdome of heaven. Christ is just like His Father In the Kingdome that includes the Holy Spirit which they will pour upon all flesh again soon. There are no cowards or sinners in the Kingdome. The angels are not as drones, they are blessed warriors.

Revelation 21:8

8 But the fearful, and unbelieving, and the abominable, and murderers, and whoremongers, and sorcerers, and idolaters, and all liars, shall have their part in the lake which burneth with fire and brimstone: which is the second death.

1 Corinthians 6:8-10

8 Nay, ye do wrong, and defraud, and that your brethren.

9 Know ye not that the unrighteous shall not inherit the kingdom of God? Be not deceived: neither fornicators, nor idolaters, nor adulterers, nor effeminate, nor abusers of themselves with mankind,

10 Nor thieves, nor covetous, nor drunkards, nor revilers, nor extortioners, shall inherit the kingdom of God.

Alkebulan we need to wake up and get right. Black American's of the tribes of Judah, Gad, Reuben, and Issachar you need to aim at my forehead, and scatter my scatter brained grey matter all over the pavement. When Joe Biden told a radio podcaster if you don't vote for me you're not Black, he must be color blind. This vaccine that suspiciously looks like the Mark of Whodunnit. They can plant a microchip in your arm that can track your every move, financial transaction, and possibly your dreams while you sleep. Some Walmart stores are refusing to take cash when you check out; they only take debit, and credit cards. These are signs that we’re living in the End Times. The Last Days. I'm looking at this as a sign to get the hell outta this city, and decompose. What in God's name am I afraid of? Jesus took a beat down like a man on a mission.. You're not weak or simping if you gave your life for a people you fed, healed, gave sight to, preached to, taught them a new way to live, pray, love, told them about a Kingdome greater than Jerusalem, and you didn't kill anybody in the process knowing what they were going to do to your physical body in an almost retarded like bid to destroy their salvation. I've done none of that; my bad. Stop looking for men, especially zaddy to deliver us. “If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.” Some of us foolheartedly called Bill Clinton the first Black president when he's not, never can, or will be to me in any sense, Barack wasn't either. Thomas Jefferson, the third elected president, who served two terms between 1801 and 1809 was described as the “son of a half-breed Indian squaw (Black) and a Virginia mulatto father (Black).” Abraham Lincoln, the nation’s 16th president, served between 1861, and 1865. Lincoln had very dark skin, and coarse hair and his mother allegedly came from an Ethiopian tribe. His heritage fueled so much controversy that Lincoln was nicknamed “Abraham Africanus the First” by his presidential opponents and cartoons were drawn depicting him as a Negro. Warren Harding, Calvin Coolidge, Dwight David Eisenhower, and the scourge of the South Andrew Jackson were all n**gahs. I’ll see you come Hanukkah you self-hating black, Uncle Ruckus’s. I don't celebrate Thanksgiving, why should I be overjoyed about the genocide, and enslavement of God's people? Christmas is what it is. Hopefully you will celebrate this holiday season together fulfilling God's prophetic word. I can't unless you kill me. The Christmas holiday is as pagan as Joel Osteen is at scamming. David Duke, you might wanna go to ancestry.com, and take a DNA test. You might be 30% Swahili. By the looks of those big, gorilla nostrals you had before that rhinoplasty. You, and Bull Connor may be related to Idi Amin. Your biggest shame is your greatest blessing. Personally you can kiss the skid marks in the middle of my skid marks after I take a fresh dump. Conservative, political pundits, and wannabes whose names I won't mention, but one in particular who looks like he smoked 23 blunts in 15min. with no filter. Please keep him in California, and let him drown with his zaddy, and pancaked tail, bowed hipped women. Use your lips as a floatation device dude. These people are ashamed of the God who has blessed many, and plenty. These people suffer, hopefully not always, from the white savior or white zaddy complex. The truth isn't in any of them, that's why they're so adept at lying when making bold-faced statements before the public that opposes their previous opinion like people don’t have YouTube or google. I’ll Bing a factoid or Yahoo that mother to get the truth I may even pay for it, gimme a dollar. My inability to walk amongst men as a man has stagnated my propensity to live That's BS, my Apostle said something this past Sunday that's stuck on my forehead. YOU'RE LAZY!!! I am what I am, a pain in the rear end. This has gone on way too long. Sometimes

I feel as though God wants me to kill myself because the PO PO won’t. I would feel better if my natural family would stab me in the neck, not my back, with a piece of diseased, pork, spare rib from a boar hog, and let me die from a rare form of trichinosis. The people have spoken while I’m playing Jay, and Silent Bob. Father, get me outta here. Elohim, 9/16/2021

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une-nuit-pour-se-souvenir · 4 years

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Jon Snow = Rhaegal

This is a sibling post to this. It works precisely in the same way.

When she opened it, she found piles of the finest velvets and damasks the Free Cities could produce … and resting on top, nestled in the soft cloth, three huge eggs. (...) One egg was a deep green, with burnished bronze flecks that came and went depending on how Dany turned it.

Hypothesis: Jon Snow = Rhaegal

If Aegon = Viserys, then Jon = Rhaegal.

Other thing to note is the bronze is a metal important in the north, for example the crown of the kings of winter was made of bronze. The egg has a duplicitious nature, things appear and disappear depending on how Danerys looks at it.

The green one shall be Rhaegal, for my valiant brother who died on the green banks of the Trident.

Like Aegon = Viserion post, what Rhaegar die for exactly? Robert’s Rebellion was fuelled by Aerys being a crazy loon, but in specific Rhaegar’s death came at Robert’s hands, who killed him for “kidnapping” Lyanna Stark.

"The Others take your honor!" Robert swore. "What did any Targaryen ever know of honor? Go down into your crypt and ask Lyanna about the dragon's honor!"

"You avenged Lyanna at the Trident," Ned said, halting beside the king. Promise me, Ned, she had whispered.

"That did not bring her back." Robert looked away, off into the grey distance. "The gods be damned. It was a hollow victory they gave me. A crown … it was the girl I prayed them for. Your sister, safe … and mine again, as she was meant to be. I ask you, Ned, what good is it to wear a crown? The gods mock the prayers of kings and cowherds alike."

(his face... HIS FACE...)

Like Aegon = Viserion post, all these aspects are also present in House of Undying visions.

three fires must you light . . . one for life and one for death and one to love (...) Viserys screamed as the molten gold ran down his cheeks and filled his mouth. A tall lord with copper skin and silver-gold hair stood beneath the banner of a fiery stallion, a burning city behind him. Rubies flew like drops of blood from the chest of a dying prince, and he sank to his knees in the water and with his last breath murmured a woman's name. . . three treasons will you know . . . once for blood and once for gold and once for love . . .(...) Her silver was trotting through the grass, to a darkling stream beneath a sea of stars. A corpse stood at the prow of a ship, eyes bright in his dead face, grey lips smiling sadly. A blue flower grew from a chink in a wall of ice, and filled the air with sweetness. . . . mother of dragons, bride of fire . . .

There’s the love of a woman, since Rhaegar dies whispering a woman’s name, then there’s the result of that love, Jon represented as a blue flower (Lyanna’s favourite) on the Wall (where he spends most of the narrative. Fits.

Considering the trichotomy Rhaegar / Rhaegal / Jon applies to the third stanza of the first and the third groups, it’s natural to apply it to the second stanza, so somehow must fit, so in the end we have. “three fires must you light . . . (...) one to love (...) Rubies flew like drops of blood from the chest of a dying prince, and he sank to his knees in the water and with his last breath murmured a woman's name. . . “ and “three mounts must you ride (...) one to love (...) From a smoking tower, a great stone beast took wing, breathing shadow fire. . . (...) and “three treasons will you know . . . once for gold (...) A blue flower grew from a chink in a wall of ice, and filled the air with sweetness. . ."

Applying the same logic to the trichotomy Viserys / Viserion / Aegon, we then have. “three fires must you light . . . (...) one for death (...) A tall lord with copper skin and silver-gold hair stood beneath the banner of a fiery stallion, a burning city behind him.“ and “three mounts must you ride (...) one to dread (...) A cloth dragon swayed on poles amidst a cheering crowd. (...) and “three treasons will you know . . . once for gold (...) A corpse stood at the prow of a ship, eyes bright in his dead face, grey lips smiling sadly."

Like Aegon = Viserion post, I said the conclusion of all that Viserys being crowned with a “golden crown” by Drogo, Viserion named after him, and Aegon echoing in that specific’s dragon subtext was Danerys feels betrayed by Aegon crowning himself king of the Iron Throne, then she burns King’s Landing as a response.

Similarly, the conclusion for all this Rhaegar dying for the woman he loved, Rhaegal being named after him, and Jon echoing in that specific’s dragon subtext is Danerys is betrayed by Jon loving another. In the show, Jon Snow loved his sisters, that’s why he betrayed her and killed her. So... it fits, though the types of love aren’t the same. *shifts eyes*

It’s worth noting that applying this logic to the first stanza of the three groups, we get Danerys / Drogon. Three heads has the dragon.

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What else? All of Rhaegal’s mentions are listed below... and some of them fit what we saw in the show.

A CLASH OF KINGS

The green one shall be Rhaegal, for my valiant brother who died on the green banks of the Trident.

We all know Rhaegar’s story. In broad strokes, he was “born in grief” while others died around him, something happened as a young child which made him decide to become a warrior despite not being fit for it, he’s melancholy by nature and goes to Harrenhal to brood, is fond of wearing black to battle, he’s in love with a Stark (in Jon’s case, only platonically, *suuure... rolls eyes*) and let hundreds die for her sake, etc etc. Like Viserys isn’t Aegon, Rhaegar isn’t Jon... but you know..

"Your hair is coming back, Khaleesi," Jhiqui said as she scraped sand off her back.(...) Dothraki men wore their hair in long oiled braids, and cut them only when defeated. Perhaps I should do the same, she thought, to remind them that Drogo's strength lives within me now. Khal Drogo had died with his hair uncut, a boast few men could make.

Across the tent, Rhaegal unfolded green wings to flap and flutter a half foot before thumping to the carpet. When he landed, his tail lashed back and forth in fury, and he raised his head and screamed. If I had wings, I would want to fly too, Dany thought. The Targaryens of old had ridden upon dragonback when they went to war. (ACOK ~ Danerys I)

Danerys thinking of her defeated hair and of Drogo’s undefeated hair, followed by Rhaegal screaming and Targaryens fighting in wars, suggests Danerys will be defeated by Jon but not in battle. This is what happened in the show, Jon defeated Danerys but not in battle. Some thing between Rhaegal and a braid had already been alluded to in AGOT (see at the very end of this post).

"Then I grieve for you, Dragonmother, and for bleeding Westeros, bereft of its rightful king."

Beneath Dany's gentle fingers, green Rhaegal stared at the stranger with eyes of molten gold. When his mouth opened, his teeth gleamed like black needles. (ACOK ~ Danerys II)

The (ship!) captain laments Viserys’ death, who was the rightful king of Westeros, then Rhaegal basically bares his teeth like a dog or... a wolf.. ready to attack. I once thought this was just a pun on Jon being the rightful king of Westeros, but it might be the case that Danerys kills Aegon, who’s the rightful king of Westeros, with Jon taking offence on his behalf.

It’s also worth noting Danerys is being “nice” to Rhaegal as she’s touching him with “gentle fingers”, while he’s the one being aggressive and baring his teeth. We’ll see this pattern of her being nice and soft with him (except for ONE notable occasion), but he’s always a bitch to her, many times.

"A dream delayed, no more." Dany's tight silver collar was chafing against her throat. She unfastened it and flung it aside. The collar was set with an enchanted amethyst that Xaro swore would ward her against all poisons. The Pureborn were notorious for offering poisoned wine to those they thought dangerous, but they had not given Dany so much as a cup of water. They never saw me for a queen, she thought bitterly. I was only an afternoon's amusement, a horse girl with a curious pet.

Rhaegal hissed and dug sharp black claws into her bare shoulder as Dany stretched out a hand for the wine. Wincing, she shifted him to her other shoulder, where he could claw her gown instead of her skin. She was garbed after the Qartheen fashion. Xaro had warned her that the Enthroned would never listen to a Dothraki, so she had taken care to go before them in flowing green samite with one breast bared, silvered sandals on her feet, with a belt of black-and-white pearls about her waist. For all the help they offered, I could have gone naked. Perhaps I should have. She drank deep. (ACOK ~ Danerys III)

Like in Aegon = Viserys, where the talk of poison was mentioned, here it shows up once more (it will appear one more time). I do think this is plenty of suggestion that someone from #TeamAegon is most likely going to attempt to poison Danerys, just like Varys tried in the show.

Danerys realises they never saw her as queen, just an amusement with a curious pet, which is followed by Rhaegal hurting her by sinking his claws into her skin. The subtext is interesting, because the former is what political!Jon was based on (Jon never seeing Danerys as worthy of being queen, but using her for the dragons), while the latter is basically what happened in the show (Jon killed Danerys with a knife). Some malicious stabbing is definetly occuring, whether she dies or not... maybe. I’m still holding on to my girl Arya to come through.

Also worth noting, there’s a whole description of Qartheen fashion of one bared breast, but she thinks she might have gone naked instead. In the show, Danerys is delusional enough to try to rekindle her relationship with Jon after blowing up KL and he entertained it to distract her, before stabbing her. Then I remember Littlefinger’s quote "When you find yourself in bed with an ugly woman, the best thing to do is close your eyes and get on with it. (...) Waiting won't make the maid any prettier. Kiss her and be done with it. (...) A steel kiss." I didn’t think that Danita begging for her nephew’s cock while he kills her couldn’t be topped, but doing it while thinking they’ll do the nasty...

I have become the most splendid beggar in the world, but a beggar all the same. She hated it, as her brother must have. (....) I have something Viserys never had. I have the dragons. The dragons are all the difference.

She stroked Rhaegal. The green dragon closed his teeth around the meat of her hand and nipped hard. (...) Aggo guarded on her other side, while Rakharo rode behind the procession, watching the faces in the crowd for any sign of danger. Ser Jorah she had left behind today, to guard her other dragons; the exile knight had been opposed to this folly from the start. He distrusts everyone, she reflected, and perhaps for good reason.

As Dany lifted her goblet to drink, Rhaegal sniffed at the wine and drew his head back, hissing. "Your dragon has a good nose." Xaro wiped his lips. "The wine is ordinary. It is said that across the Jade Sea they make a golden vintage so fine that one sip makes all other wines taste like vinegar. Let us take my pleasure barge and go in search of it, you and I.”

"The Arbor makes the best wine in the world," Dany declared. Lord Redwyne had fought for her father against the Usurper, she remembered, one of the few to remain true to the last. Will he fight for me as well? (...) I mean to sail to Westeros, and drink the wine of vengeance from the skull of the Usurper." She scratched Rhaegal under one eye, and his jade-green wings unfolded for a moment, stirring the still air in the palanquin.

A single perfect tear ran down the cheek of Xaro Xhoan Daxos. "Will nothing turn you from this madness?"

Danerys thinks of how she’s superior to Viserys, she has dragons while he has not, followed by Rhaegal attacking her. It happens once more a few paragraphs down. Danerys says she will kill the usurper and Rhaegal is basically raising his hackles. Again, the subtext of Danerys killing Aegon because she doesn’t think he’s a real dragon like she is, but then Jon taking offence on his behalf and attacking her shows up.

Interestingly, in the same segment Danerys thinks how Viserys was known as the beggar king, but as we also know from the Aegon = Viserion post, Viserion does what Viserys could not, Viserys begged (even though he said the dragon doesn’t beg) while Aegon refuses to beg for Danerys’ help (” Why should I go running to my aunt as if I were a beggar?”) and goes on his own.

Also interestingly, after Rhaegal attacks Danerys, she looks outside to watch her bloodriders protecting her and thinking Jorah distrusts everyone with good reason. But Rhaegal is inside of her palanquin with her, the bloodriders won’t protect her against the dragon. In the show, Jon was allowed inside the Red Keep past her Unsullied / Dothraki guards, then attacked her.

There’s also yet another mentioned of foul wine. Danerys’ was almost killed in AGOT with poisoned wine. In the show, Varys tried to kill her with poisoned wine (which was one of his suggestions when Robert was brainstorming how to get rid of her). She mentions the Redwynes and what loyalty they have. At this point, Redwynes are Tyrell loyal.

In the show, Varys backs Danerys (instead of Aegon) and Oleanna (who is a Redwyne!) allies with Danerys to get revenge on Cersei (in theory, she has Aegon’s role). Whatever conodrum D&D made to compensate for Aegon being slashed off, we have elements in common here. Varys (#TeamAegon) and poison as well as wine and the Redwynes (in specific, Oleanna).

Drogon was curled up beneath her arm, as hot as a stone that has soaked all day in the blazing sun. Rhaegal and Viserion were fighting over a scrap of meat, buffeting each other with their wings as smoke hissed from their nostrils. (ACOK ~ Danerys III)

Like said in Aegon = Viserion post, Aegon and Jon, fighting over something (most likely north versus south). This happens while Drogon (Danerys) soaks beneath the sun (Slaver’s Bay, Volantis, you know beyond the narrow sea). Speculation for book only, most likely Jon and Aegon will naturally clash in TWOW / ADOS, while Danerys is terrorising elsewhere.

A STORM OF SWORDS

Viserion's scales were the color of fresh cream, his horns, wing bones, and spinal crest a dark gold that flashed bright as metal in the sun. Rhaegal was made of the green of summer and the bronze of fall. They soared above the ships in wide circles, higher and higher, each trying to climb above the other.

Dragons always preferred to attack from above, Dany had learned. Should either get between the other and the sun, he would fold his wings and dive screaming, and they would tumble from the sky locked together in a tangled scaly ball, jaws snapping and tails lashing. The first time they had done it, she feared that they meant to kill each other, but it was only sport. No sooner would they splash into the sea than they would break apart and rise again, shrieking and hissing, the salt water steaming off them as their wings clawed at the air. Drogon was aloft as well, though not in sight; he would be miles ahead, or miles behind, hunting. (ASOS ~ Danerys I)

Same sentiment as above. Aegon and Jon fight each other, with the added bonus that it isn’t very serious (or not “permanent” enemies), while Danerys is doing something else elsewhere.

Rhaegal and Viserion were the size of small dogs, Drogon only a little larger, and any dog would have out-weighed them; they were all wings and neck and tail, lighter than they looked. And so Daenerys Targaryen must rely on wood and wind and canvas to bear her home. (ASOS ~ Danerys I)

Like said in Aegon = Viserion post, most likely, just flavour test. Could indicate Danerys’ forces will outmatch Jon and Aegon separately though. In the show, this fit for #TeamJon. And now that I think of it, also fit #TeamCersei (who’s filling for Aegon’s role).

She took a chunk of salt pork out of the bowl in her lap and held it up for her dragons to see. All three of them eyed it hungrily. Rhaegal spread green wings and stirred the air, and Viserion's neck swayed back and forth like a long pale snake's as he followed the movement of her hand. "Drogon," Dany said softly, "dracarys." And she tossed the pork in the air.

Drogon moved quicker than a striking cobra. Flame roared from his mouth, orange and scarlet and black, searing the meat before it began to fall. As his sharp black teeth snapped shut around it, Rhaegal's head darted close, as if to steal the prize from his brother's jaws, but Drogon swallowed and screamed, and the smaller green dragon could only hiss in frustration.

"Stop that, Rhaegal," Dany said in annoyance, giving his head a swat. "You had the last one. I'll have no greedy dragons." She smiled at Ser Jorah. "I won't need to char their meat over a brazier any longer."

"So I see. Dracarys?"

All three dragons turned their heads at the sound of that word, and Viserion let loose with a blast of pale gold flame that made Ser Jorah take a hasty step backward. Dany giggled. "Be careful with that word, ser, or they're like to singe your beard off. It means 'dragonfire' in High Valyrian. I wanted to choose a command that no one was like to utter by chance." (ASOS ~ Danerys I)

All three dragons are eager to fight. “three heads has the dragon”. The Dance of Dragons II. Other things to note. Danerys hits Rhaegal for being greedy. I cannot believe she hit him. Like... he’s just a baby. :(

"The warlocks in Qarth told you that you would be betrayed three times," the exile knight reminded her, as Viserion and Rhaegal began to snap and claw at each other. (ASOS ~ Danerys I)

Like said in the Aegon = Viserion post, Aegon and Jon, fighting over something. It’s likely they’ll fight as a north faction versus south faction. Either against each other for the land, or against Danerys to defend each of their factions. Either way, these must be the root of their betrayals. This is speculation for book only, for TWOW / ADOS.

Dany had commanded that the top be removed, so her three dragons might be chained to the platform. Irri and Jhiqui rode with them, to try and keep them calm. Yet Viserion's tail lashed back and forth, and smoke rose angry from his nostrils. Rhaegal could sense something wrong as well. Thrice he tried to take wing, only to be pulled down by the heavy chain in Jhiqui's hand. Drogon coiled into a ball, wings and tail tucked tight. Only his eyes remained to tell that he was not asleep. (ASOS ~ Danerys III)

Viserion and Rhaegal (Aegon and Jon) know something is wrong. Drogon (Danerys) doesn’t give a shit. This is the same chapter Danerys burns Astapor sooo... not a good look for Daniella.

Drogon flew almost lazily at Kraznys, black wings beating. As he gave the slaver another taste of fire, Irri and Jhiqui unchained Viserion and Rhaegal, and suddenly there were three dragons in the air. (ASOS ~ Danerys III)

Like said in the Aegon = Viserion post, a three way battle “the dragon has three heads”. The Dance of Dragons II.

(there’s a bunch of Rhaegal references already covered in Aegon = Viserion post, fast-forward to the next not covered one).

Daario is right, I shouldn't have banished him. I should have kept him, or I should have killed him. She played at being a queen, yet sometimes she still felt like a scared little girl. Viserys always said what a dolt I was. Was he truly mad? She closed the book. She could still recall Ser Jorah, if she wished. Or send Daario to kill him.

Dany fled from the choice, out onto the terrace. She found Rhaegal asleep beside the pool, a green and bronze coil basking in the sun. Drogon was perched up atop the pyramid, in the place where the huge bronze harpy had stood before she had commanded it to be pulled down. He spread his wings and roared when he spied her. There was no sign of Viserion, but when she went to the parapet and scanned the horizon she saw pale wings in the far distance, sweeping above the river. He is hunting. They grow bolder every day. Yet it still made her anxious when they flew too far away. One day one of them may not return, she thought.

This one was actually covered before, one of many Viserion turns away from Danerys, paralleling Aegon’s choice of not going to Danerys and invading Westeros on his own. However, what I didn’t notice the first time because this isn’t a proper meta, just dumping thoughts, This is the narrative block of Danerys finding out of Jorah’s betrayal (what she thinks is one anyway). Twice poignant!

Rhaegal is asleep beside a pool, Drogon is atop a pyramid where a harpy once stood, and Viserion is hunting in the distance. Obviously, distance doesn’t matter. These are stand-ins for Jon and Winterfell (the godswood pool... that’s an interesting place for the betrayal for platonic love to be in :)...) and Aegon attacking Westerons, while Danerys is still beyond the narrow sea. If this lecture is correct, she’s reaaally coming very late to Westeros.

A DANCE OF DRAGONS

Almost the whole shtick was already covered in the Aegon = Viserion post. Things to note: Rhaegal is aggressive towards Danerys and towards those that hurt his brother.

Once, not long ago, he had ridden on her shoulder, his tail coiled round her arm. Once she had fed him morsels of charred meat from her own hand. He had been the first chained up. Daenerys had led him to the pit herself and shut him up inside with several oxen. Once he had gorged himself he grew drowsy. They had chained him whilst he slept.

Rhaegal had been harder. Perhaps he could hear his brother raging in the pit, despite the walls of brick and stone between them. In the end, they had to cover him with a net of heavy iron chain as he basked on her terrace, and he fought so fiercely that it had taken three days to carry him down the servants' steps, twisting and snapping. Six men had been burned in the struggle. (ADWD ~ Danerys II)

Jonnathan Snowflake died went to the gym and flexes hard. I’m kidding.

The subtext suggests it’s more difficult to subdue Jon than Aegon. Or better, it suggests Danerys actually tricked Aegon into submission with some kind of tempting offer, while Jon had to submitted by force. For example, it would make sense if Danerys offered an alliance to Aegon and he accepted but then never followed through (like Astapor or Yunkai). While Jon wouldn’t be swayed, so he was forced to do it. Not quite it went in the show, when Cersei (Aegon) was the one that refused to yeld, while Jon... well that trainwreck. It could be that Jon was also playing some of Aegon’s (maculine) role.

The rain had drowned the worst of the fires, but wisps of smoke still rose from the smoldering ruin that had been the pyramid of Hazkar, and the great black pyramid of Yherizan where Rhaegal had made his lair hulked in the gloom like a fat woman bedecked with glowing orange jewels. (...) The only Meereenese the dragons had slain since Harghaz the Hero had been the slavers foolish enough to object when Rhaegal attempted to make his lair atop the pyramid of Hazkar. (...) He wondered where Rhaegal was. Thus far the green dragon had shown himself to be more dangerous than the white. (ADWD ~ The Queen’s Hand)

A dragon on top of a pyramid = king. It could be Winterfell / North sure, but this came AFTER Rhaegal killed Quentyn on Viserion’s behalf. Such it could be King’s Landing. I’d always though Jon would very briefly be king at the end, until he abdicated in favour of Bran to avoid another war, as nobody wanted those Targs on the throne. Doesn’t fit with the punish part though.

It’s also worth noting that once again, the subtext plants the idea that Jon is more dangerous than Aegon. As a final note, Rhaegal making his lair hulked in the gloom like “a fat woman bedecked in flowing orange jewels” is very Smaug of him. <3

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Now, for bonus, the eggs proper. Not Rhaegal, but his green egg features in an important scene, just after Danerys hits Viserys for the first time.

"I am the Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, not some grass-stained savage with bells in his hair," Viserys spat back at her. (...) His fingers dug into her arm painfully and for an instant Dany felt like a child again, quailing in the face of his rage. She reached out with her other hand and grabbed the first thing she touched, the belt she'd hoped to give him, a heavy chain of ornate bronze medallions. She swung it with all her strength.

It caught him full in the face. Viserys let go of her. Blood ran down his cheek where the edge of one of the medallions had sliced it open. "You are the one who forgets himself," Dany said to him. "Didn't you learn anything that day in the grass? Leave me now, before I summon my khas to drag you out. And pray that Khal Drogo does not hear of this, or he will cut open your belly and feed you your own entrails." (...) Drops of his blood had spattered the beautiful sandsilk cloak. (...) "Please, bring me one of the dragon's eggs."

Irri fetched the egg with the deep green shell, bronze flecks shining amid its scales as she turned it in her small hands. Dany curled up on her side, pulling the sandsilk cloak across her and cradling the egg in the hollow between her swollen belly and small, tender breasts. (...) She was lying there, holding the egg, when she felt the child move within her … as if he were reaching out, brother to brother, blood to blood. "You are the dragon," Dany whispered to him, "the true dragon. I know it. I know it." And she smiled, and went to sleep dreaming of home. (AGOT ~ Danerys IV)

Like in Aegon = Viserys post, I said that there is evidence for Jon taking offence over Danerys trying to usurp his brother Aegon. We can see that reflected in this scene. I once thought the whole thing was about Danerys’ trying to usurp Jon (I thought the visions were more complex than what they were), but right now I’m thinking that is about Danerys’ usurping Aegon (and / or his cousins) and Jon taking offence over it.

In this case, Danerys gets Viserys some clothing offers. Viserys doesn’t take her offer well and rages against it, saying he’s the king. The two fight and Danerys reaches for the belt and uses it like a whip, drawing blood from his cheek and staining the cloak. Danerys then covers herself and the green egg with the bloodstained cloak and saying that Viserys isn’t the dragon, Rhaego (Drogon) is, and dreams of home.

Let’s recap how Viserion is taken prisoner, which is basically the same steps as the Danerys and Viserys fight above. Danerys tricks Viserion by baiting him with a meaty offer, then he rages on the pit when he realises the truth. Much later, Quentyn tries to subdue Viserion with a whip and someone draws blood from his neck. Moving forward, Danerys says unborn Rhaego is the true dragon, which implies she believes that Viserys isn’t. You know, the reason why Danerys says once Viserys is murdered by Drogo. So, this all fits with the subtext of Danerys killing Aegon because he was crowned king.

Then Danerys covers herself and the green egg with the sandsilk cloak, but note that this cloak is stained with Viserys’ blood. Then she dreams of home, which in Danerys’ chapters ALWAYS means Danerys burning King’s Landing (I made a post about this before, it’s somewhere). All it was missing from the Danerys and Viserys fight versus Viserion taken prisoner is Rhaegal killing Quentyn for the affront against his brother. However, Rhaegal is in this scene too, inside his egg beneath the bloodied cloak. It’s “missing” Viserion though... or is it?

Dany gave the silver over to the slaves for grooming and entered her tent. It was cool and dim beneath the silk. As she let the door flap close behind her, Dany saw a finger of dusty red light reach out to touch her dragon's eggs across the tent. For an instant a thousand droplets of scarlet flame swam before her eyes. (AGOT ~ Danerys III)

The Usurper has woken the dragon now, she told herself … and her eyes went to the dragon's eggs resting in their nest of dark velvet. The shifting lamplight limned their stony scales, and shimmering motes of jade and scarlet and gold swam in the air around them, like courtiers around a king. (...) Cradling the egg with both hands, she carried it to the fire and pushed it down amongst the burning coals. The black scales seemed to glow as they drank the heat. Flames licked against the stone with small red tongues. Dany placed the other two eggs beside the black one in the fire. As she stepped back from the brazier, the breath trembled in her throat. She watched until the coals had turned to ashes. (AGOT ~ Danerys VI)

The Dance of Dragons between the three Targaryens might feature in the three egg mentions described above. It’s worth noting the first features Danerys returning home (”entered her tent”) and a red door (”the door flap close behind her, a finger of dusty red light”). In Danerys’ chapters, either always means burning King’s Landing (”a thousand droplets of scarlet flame swam before her eyes”).

"Yes?" the maegi asked. "What is it you wish, Khaleesi?"

"Bring me … egg … dragon's egg … please …" Her lashes turned to lead, and she was too weary to hold them up.

When she woke the third time, a shaft of golden sunlight was pouring through the smoke hole of the tent, and her arms were wrapped around a dragon's egg. It was the pale one, its scales the color of butter cream, veined with whorls of gold and bronze, and Dany could feel the heat of it. Beneath her bedsilks, a fine sheen of perspiration covered her bare skin. Dragondew, she thought. Her fingers trailed lightly across the surface of the shell, tracing the wisps of gold, and deep in the stone she felt something twist and stretch in response. (AGOT ~ Danerys IX)

Danerys doesn’t want her child or Drogo, her first thoughts are the eggs. This is quite telling where her priorities lie. Regardless, Danerys just miscarried Rhaego and the egg chosen ot be there is... Viserion’s. There’s Rhaego in the sandsilk sequence after all and this link between Rhaego and Viserion is suggest a third time in...

She climbed the pyre herself to place the eggs around her sun-and-stars. The black beside his heart, under his arm. The green beside his head, his braid coiled around it. The cream-and-gold down between his legs.(AGOT ~ Danerys X)

Danerys’ places Egg!Drogon besides Drogo’s heart and the dragon was named after the man, so Drogo’s blood sacrifice awakened Drogon. Danerys’ places Egg!Viserion at Drogo’s loins, who produced... that’s right, Rhaego, so Rhaego’s blood sacrifice awakened Viserion. Danerys’ thought Rhaego was “the true dragon”, not Viserys... and that’s how she justified killing him. But Rhaego’s blood sacrifice awakened Viserion, the dragon that is symbolic of Aegon, whom she’ll kill for not believing he’s a true dragon.

Also, Danerys’ places Egg!Rhaegal next to Drogo’s head with his braid around it, the symbol of his undefeated status (congruent with ACOK mentioned somewhere above), so Mirri Maz Duur’s sacrifice awakened Rhaegal. Danerys’ thought she was using Mirri Maz Duur, teaching her a lesson... but the dragon the maegi’s blood awakened, is also the dragon that is symbolic of the man that kills Danerys.

Narrative vengence served (very) cold.

#i stan two dragons #anti daenerys targaryen #anti aegony #anti jonerys

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Dr. Chilton Hates Camping [NSFW]

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Because for some reason this picture always makes me think Frederick is packing to go camping, and he would look exactly this miserable if he was.

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Feathery tops of pine trees swayed blue-green in a gentle northern breeze off the lake, the late summer air buzzing with a chorus of insects and birds. Golden light cast a hazy glow over your backcountry campsite as the sun began to sink in the sky. It was beautiful and serene. Perfect, even.

For the number of fancy galas and boring dinners Dr. Chilton dragged you to, it seemed only fair that he tolerate going camping.

“Gah! Die, you blood-sucking fiend!” Chilton shrieked, and a smacking sound echoed off the lake. He grunted. Heavy, annoyed footfalls paced across the camp.

That was your first mistake—thinking Dr. Frederick Chilton shared your notion of “fairness” or the ability to tolerate things with fewer than five stars. All day since backpacking to the primitive campsite he complained there were rocks in his shoes. He was tired. His bag was too heavy.

A small fire crackled in the center of a bare clearing in the trees near the lake shore. You dropped a larger log onto the tinder as the flames grew hungry enough to bear it, and excitedly rifled through a stuff sack for the makings of s'mores you’d packed.

There was a hissing noise behind you, and you choked on the bitter chemical air, covering your mouth as Chilton’s nuclear cloud of bug spray wafted over to you.

“Can you not spray that upwind of me, please?” you coughed.

He glared at you miserably and swatted another mosquito.

“This is not a fair trade. The things I bring us to are enjoyable. They are civilized, and... indoors!” Swat! “It is freezing, and—and damp, and these damned bugs want to drain me like a phlebotomist in training!” Swat!

“Sit by the fire,” you suggested. “It’s warm and dry, and the smoke repels bugs.”

“It does a better job repelling my lungs.” He stood taller and temperamentally fussed with the buttons of his wool peacoat (because why would he have worn sensible technical gear when he could look stylish). “If you need me... I shall be inside! Waiting until tomorrow when we can leave!” He turned on his heel and stormed into the small, orange tent, and gave his best effort at slamming the nylon zip-up door.

You speared a fat marshmallow onto the end of a stick and sat by the fire, making a s’more while grumbling to yourself about what a baby he was being. This could have been a nice trip if he wasn’t so—ugh!

By the time you finished the crunchy melty treat, you felt much better. It got your blood sugar up, anyway. Sighing, you followed him into the tent.

Chilton had his reading glasses on and was squinting at the glowing screen of his phone as he held it in the air trying to get service… which clearly was not working. You were way off the grid.

The tent flat unzipping caught his attention, and he gave you such a pathetic look as you ducked inside. His always-perfect hair was droopy where it usually stuck up and fluffed up where it was usually slicked down.

“It is damp and cold in here too,” he whined. “And the floor! The floor is lumpy. How will I sleep?”

Your heart softened at the sight of him. He was just so adorable it made your cheeks burn. Crawling onto the sleeping bag he was sitting on, you reached out and gingerly plucked a twig from his hair.

His eyes widened in mortification, and he quickly patted down his head for any other horrible bits of nature that might have latched onto him. “This is not my idea of fun,” he said.

“Well, I’m happy that you tried it for me. Really, I’m impressed you actually came.”

His eyes darted down to your lips, suddenly aware of how close you were sitting, and one cheek twitched briefly into almost a smile. “You wanted to do this,” he said gently. Of course he was going to come.

You leaned forward to close the distance and kissed him. His eyes shut and he moaned softly into your mouth, his frazzled, exhausted, itchy body locking onto you as source of comfort like a heat-seeking missile.

“You taste like chocolate,” he murmured, lips breaking away just far enough to breathe your air, his forehead pressed against yours.

“Have you ever had s’mores?”

“Of course I have,” he answered, a little offended at the implication. He was not so sheltered and elitist to have never roasted a marshmallow. “Not since I was a child…”

“I can make you one. Or if you come out, we can sit by the fire and make them together.”

He thought about it. You had straddled onto his lap, and your body heat was all the more enticing against the annoyingly wet air and cold floor. He was feeling a little less awful about the whole situation.

“But first…” you purred, hand running down the front of his shirt, continuing lower, “I was wondering how I could thank you. Since you’re doing this for me… maybe I can do something for you?”

He inhaled sharply, Adam's apple bobbing as your hand reached the front of his pants, searching between his legs. His eyes, as blue-green as the pines, fixated onto yours, but then rapidly blinked and darted around his surroundings.

“You want to do that outdoors?”

“We’re inside a tent.”

And yet he could hear squirrels chittering as if they were right inside the tent with them. The thin nylon was hardly a barrier at all, and it all felt a bit shockingly exhibitionist. But then, no one was around for miles apart from birds and squirrels who could see or hear you. The devilish idea stirred him that he could fuck you right out in the open if he wanted, like two wild animals rutting in the woods.

Exhaling a deep, breathy growl, he grabbed your face and pulled you back into a burning, fiery kiss. You grinned as he broke it, eyes still burning into you as he pushed you down to his belt.

He leaned back on his elbows, taking the passive role and letting you unbuckle his pants and slip his cock out of his underwear. He drew a sharp, quick breath in through his teeth as your tongue made contact with the tip of his head, and let it out long and easy and shuddering as the wet warmth of your mouth engulfed him. You nursed his semi-soft cock, enjoying being able to hold all of him in your mouth at once so easily, sucking and teasing it, feeling his arousal grow—his pulse getting stronger, throbbing under your tongue as his cock lengthened.

When he finally reached his full, exquisite hardness, he was too big to take in his entirety without choking. You pumped his shaft with your hand, bobbing in his lap as he let out helpless little whimpers, stroking your hair tenderly. He was always vocal in bed, but especially when he was feeling needy. He really needed to be comforted now, and you relished every shiver and moan of pleasure that told you you were doing a good job.

His fingers spasmed reflexively, pulling your hair as you took him deeper, opening your throat until you couldn’t breathe. Your eyes watered with the effort, but it turned you on feeling how much he loved it. You wanted to please Frederick so much he’d remember this trip fondly for a long time. You worked him with everything you had, twisting your hand around his shaft as you pumped it, flicking your tongue over the underside of his cock, stroking his balls, and hollowing your cheeks as you sucked him into oblivion, listening to his gasps of pleasure grow louder as he came completely undone.

His eyes squeezed closed and he threw his head back. You felt his abdominal muscles tense and twitch, and at last he could not hold his hips still and passive, and they began to jerk up into your mouth, pulsing at a rapid and shallow pace. You matched his tempo, bobbing faster on his cock, and within three shallow thrusts he shook and came with a forceful whimpering cry of your name. His hips kept pulsing and twitching as hot, salty cum flooded your tongue.

He fell back on the sleeping bag, panting. You held him in your mouth until you were sure you had licked him clean, then buttoned him back up.

He watched you lick your swollen, shiny lips with satisfaction, admiring your beauty and your skill at making him feel… amazing. It still surprised him sometimes when he stopped to think about it—that you had chosen him. Out of anyone in the world, he was the one lucky enough to have you. It really was incredible.

“I begin to understand how my primitive ancestors got by,” he hummed.

You laid yourself next to him and he happily made room for you to curl up under his arm, wriggling as you settled beside him. He was so warm, like a furnace. Funny and charming. Overdressed. Wickedly smart. God, you loved him. The woods were the last place he should be, you laughed to yourself at your own foolishness in dragging him there. He was not at all the masculine adventure type. There was no hidden rugged side deep down waiting to spring out. But it made you want to take care of him all the more. Your stuffy, helpless, whiny, suit-wearing, scotch-sipping Frederick, who braved the wilderness just to please you.

You kissed him again, warm and tender in his arms. He smiled, and your heart skipped a beat.

“Come on,” you sat up and crawled to the front of the tent, beckoning him. “Douse yourself in bug spray, and lets sit by the fire, stuff ourselves with s’mores, and watch the sun set over the mountains.”

“I suppose...” he considered it, eyes narrowed cautiously, “it does not sound that horrible.”

#Frederick Chilton #Frederick Chilton x reader #Raúl Esparza #Kinktober #Hannibal #smut #smutfic #my writing #I WROTE NON-BURNED CHILTON FOR ONCE!! YAAAY!#I've been on a bit of an angsty post-canon kick lately eh?#I ALSO!!!#WROTE!!!#A ONE SHOT!!!!#FLAWLESS VICTORY #(not really edited forgive me)#thatesqcrush kink bingo

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stupid-stew · 3 years

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My Obsession With Character Names Pays Off Right Here Right Now

I have literally never posted here but I decided that since I spent today writing about the the name of the characters in The Owl House instead of prepping for finals, someone should see it. Included are Lilith, Eda, Luz, King, Gus, Willow, Amity, Alador, Odalia, Emira, Edric, Belos, Adegast, Kikimora, last names Blight, Noceda, Clawthorne, Park, Porter, and Bump, and briefly Hooty, Owlbert, Hieronymus, and Boscha.

FIRST NAME

LILITH

Ok so because I'm lilith’s bitch we are gonna start with her because her name is so cool and I love her and we should be besties Lilith hmu. Anyways as most people know Lilith is a pre existing mythological character which makes this very much good because that means it’s all outlined. Most people know her as a demonic figure, which I very much dig but similar to our lovely queen of curses out here, that's not all she is. There isn’t going to be a chronological explanation of similarities and conclusions, cope. The basic gist is that Lilith was this chick with fiery red hair (this is important iykyk) who refused to be beneath or below adam, more specifically to subjugate to him, funny because of the tapestry with belos what says subjugation on it, probably a coincidence but I do not believe in coincidence right now. Anyways basically she runs off and becomes this chick who like snatches children and will make them sick if they don’t have an amulet with the names Senoy, Sansenoy, or Semangelof on them, thats a different story but what I find interesting is this one passage,

“(12) Her nobles shall be no more, nor shall kings be proclaimed there; all her princes are gone. (13) Her castles shall be overgrown with thorns, her fortresses with thistles and briers. She shall become an abode for jackals and a haunt for ostriches. (14) Wildcats shall meet with desert beasts, satyrs shall call to one another; There shall the Lilith repose, and find for herself a place to rest. (15) There the hoot owl shall nest and lay eggs, hatch them out and gather them in her shadow; There shall the kites assemble, none shall be missing its mate. (16) Look in the book of the LORD and read: No one of these shall be lacking, For the mouth of the LORD has ordered it, and His spirit shall gather them there. (17) It is He who casts the lot for them, and with His hands He marks off their shares of her; They shall possess her forever, and dwell there from generation to generation.”

And there are separate part of this that I find relevant, especially the description of the location, i’m not all that familiar with symbolism of animals in religious texts, so i’m gonna take it at face value and say that this is more or less a description that could be given to the physical owl house itself, sort of a place for people who don’t fit in, its a little messy and I guess one could say overgrown, but it’s a place for anyone, a place to rest now hopefully for Lilith away from the coven, there shall the Lilith repose. On top of that we see the “the hoot owl…” and you’re probably thinking what that so crazy wacko because like why are they referring to Lilith as the hoot owl isn't Eda the owl lady, yes she is. That’s why the actual meanings of lilith’s name that come from her mythological depiction as a demon lady are so important. We have night monster, night owl, night spectre, vampires, night hag, night creature, nightjar (which is another kind of bird), and night bird, all of these seem to fit lilith’s dark aesthetic very nicely which is very good for her, but there are two other ones, hot owl and screech owl, which draw her closer to Edaand away from the coven and her depiction in the mid-later episodes of the show as a monster for cursing eda, but also the name night monster could come into play if while sharing the curse Lilith acquired some of its traits, similar to Edaas the owl beast. Ultimately, we have this little red head girl who eventually fights back against the men who are attempting to get her to be under them, for the character that is belos, for the other Lilith that is adam, god, and his angels, and now hopefully both of them will find solace and repose among the owls in a place they never thought they’d belong. All this talk of owls and god brings us into the other clawthorne baddie:

EDA

For this I'm going to use her full name edalyn, because you know like that’s just how it be it is her name. There isn’t a wiki page for her name like there is for Lilith which makes this a little bit harder but the general consensus seems to be that it means something along the lines of “gift of god”, which I find very interesting. If you are going to name a child gift of god i’m assuming that you are referring to the child themselves, but I don’t think that really applies to eda. I’m not religious, but its my impression that someone who lies cheats pranks and steals their way to the top and isn’t exactly the most responsible witch on the isles might not be the best gift god could give. I do really love Eda though, her character flaws are still a part of her character, but I think this refers to her powers. Eda considers herself to be the boiling isles gift to magic, which I mean like, have you seen the woman. In agony of a witch we see her at what probably 30% of her power with how much the curse was already tolling on her and how much magic she was probably using to fight it off, and like goddamn. She was almost beating lilith, definitely beating the shit out of her, but she was almost defeating Lilith who was at her full power, and that is just a fraction of what she used to be able to do. Her powers were a gift of god, and I think that the loss of them will greatly affect her. She’s already admitted that she doesn’t know how to do much without her magic, and I think going straight from the second most powerful witch on this isles to having no power at all is going to be incredibly taxing on her, physically and mentally.

Luckily for her the name edalyn also means patience, another thing about her name is that it not only means gift of god, but also similar things like gifted by the gods or even goddess, and this draws a connection to Lilith who is named after a demonic figure, casted out for having defied god, they are quite literally polar opposites on the name spectrum, and we see that a lot in the show, they are completely different people, I mean have you looked at them they don’t even look related, but the funnier thing is that their personalities do the same thing. You’d expect Edain her youth to be a gift from the devil, just ask principal bump, and Lilith seemed to be a goody two shoes who worked her ass off, their names could be switched based off their characters alone.

A random baby name site I found said that :

“Persons with the name edalyn are usually highly flexible and well equipped to making and accepting change throughout their life. They always seek excitement and are sometimes a bit of a risk taker. They are imaginative, and often, through their unconventional way of thinking, are naturally able to solve complex problems with ease. They are quick thinkers and observers who are clever, analytical and versatile”

Which I mean like very much applies to eda, she takes change like a champ, either genuinely or by pretending she’s ok with everything, and is always seeking excitement. Like literally all of the time. Always. I think she takes felonies as a compliment, and one of the biggest changes in her life that she genuinely was able to adapt to and appreciate was

LUZ

Ok I think at this point everyone knows that at this point the name Luz means light, and if you didn't, oopsies now you do. The character Luz was named and designed after a real life person the miss dana terrace knew at the time she was starting to really think about the show, Luz ’s personalty comes more from dana herself and we love that, but the character has really started to grow into her name. This is made most obvious when the first spell Luz learns is the light glyph, not only coming into her own as a witch, but also starting to live up to her name, which along with light also has to do with “Our Lady of Light”, which is the virgin mary, fitting her right in with the other biblical names we got going on here. I really want to stress that I know next to zero about religion, and all of the connections I am making come from wikipedia, so bare with me here. But most of the time mary seems to be this pure, saint like figure, which I think is what a lot of people see Luz as, especially on the isles. I’m going to flat out say that this is in no way meant to pass off Luz as simple minded, pure, or oblivious, because we have seen what that girl is willing to do, she faced death and poked him in the with an ice cicle. In terms of life on the isles, however, she is more or less pure and sheltered, she’s completely new to the world she’s in, but she does quickly adapt, and shows more of her strong side, and remains a good person throughout all of it, taking losses as they come, and not letting them remain losses at the same time.

Back to the whole light thing, we already touched on the whole literal bit of her and the light spell, but can you think of a better way to describe Luz ? She literally brings light everywhere she goes, even Eda admits that she’s changed things for the better, for everyone around her too. Willow got a new friend, probably the first friend she’s had in a long time, and even got to begin repairing her relationship with amity, and got placed in the plant track so she could do the things she loves, all because of Luz . Edagot to grow as a person and a mentor, and finally got someone willing to accept all her eda-ness, unconditionally, someone to really care about that really cares about her back, all because of Luz . Amity got a friend who cares about her, not just her family name and money, someone who supports her and will do anything for her because she is her friend, and a bit of self discovery along the way for amity, all because of Luz . Not a single person on the isles who has had more than 2 minutes of interaction with Luz hasn’t had their lives improved, even belos got his portal, and the thing is that even characters who people might not even consider changed have been, characters such as

KING

The name king itself is obvious, he is royalty, the king of demoNS HIMSELF ASMODEUS hahahaha pulled a sneaky on you now accept my ideas as your own. I am on a mythological name kick, deal with it. The most important thing here is in the bible, asmodeus poses himself as a false god, which I know is something we have all considered with king, that he might be a full on liar, not be a king of anything and is just your ordinary street demon, it’s even come up in the show with him calling himself the king of artists and Luz asking him if he was just making it up at this point. It’s a good theory, I can see it, and this could be used as proof. There is also another legend that paints him as a good natured dude, who eventually banishes the king by literally throwing him, and then he loses his powers and is banished, but this is also the same legend where he marries Lilith and that is not something I am down for. There is another text in which he tells the king (the same one he threw in the other one) that his kingdom will one day be divided and the king does not believe him, and this is the same text where he admits to hating water and birds because they remind him of god. Lets think class, who has the god name and is related to birds here? King’s name by itself holds true to his character, who (regardless of if it is truthful or not) holds himself as if he is a king, and he isn't the only one with a name like that, there is also

WILLOW

Ok I know we all thought it, willow, the plant girl, how fiendishly clever. This also happens to be the only descriptor for her name I could find, which is totally fine because I think it’s a very cute name and willow is also very cute. This means we get to go into the symbolism of the willow tree wwwooooOOOOO aren’t you so very excited I know I am. Its kind of interesting, willow trees seem to match the character, understanding, warm, a safe space really, but most of all the ability to let go of pain and suffering, sometimes outright ignore it, and move on. Willow does always say out of sight out of mind does she not? She is willing to ignore, even excuse people bullying her, be it bosha or even amity, and the moment she got the chance her inner willow decided to try and literally burn the painful memories she had, willing to cause damage just to forget. Willow as a character is very willing to move on like nothing happened most of the time, key word most because another thing about willows is the ability to grow from the pain. Before understanding willow, we never really saw willow stand up for herself until she really had to, but hy the end of the episode she is willing to tell amity that she isn’t willing to fully forgive her, but she’s willing to grow and try. Heck, we see this over the entire first season, we see this little girl who can barely pull it together long enough to stand up for herself grow into this amazing character willing to publicly oppose the emperor and break into his castle for her friend, she tried to full out attack Lilith when 19 episodes earlier she wasn’t able to stand up to amity for bullying her. And I am in no way calling willow weak, she never was, she just needed to find the ability to show everyone that she’s strong, god I love willow so much, you wanna know who else loves willow?

GUS

Gus, my main man, love you but for this we are gonna have to use the full on augustus sorry babes. The name augustus means majestic, or venerable, which while I must say that the illusion of kiki doing the worm was probably one of the most majestic things I have ever seen, I’m going to focus on venerable a bit more here. Venerable is a big word, it means “accorded a great deal of respect, especially because of age, wisdom, or character.”, which for gus the age part might play a smaller part here, but he is good as what he does, Luz and willow both respect him, Eda Respects him, he’s this little dude who is younger than everyone and has to rely on his ability to succeed, not inly with his power but with his personality.Gus seems to be confident in himself, communicating with everyone regardless of who they are or what power they hold, similarly to willow he was willing to do anything to help Luz , leading into the second description of venerable, “heroic in nature”. Now, you might be wondering, bestie where ever did you get that description, it totally wasn’t from a religious page okyesitwas but that's fine because being pronounced venerable guarantees a spot in heaven so get it bestie. Overall, the general meaning for augustus is that they are strong, respectable, and powerful, which takes us right into the

ASSORTED BLIGHTS

The blight first names bring me joy so I am putting amity last because I think its really funny, starting off with alador, the name alador evokes diplomacy, correctness, and confidence. We know zilch about alador, but if the vibes of the blight family have anything to say it’s definitely something along those lines. The name odalia means wealth, which I mean like have you seeeen blight manor? Also back at it again with the fact that it’s a variant of the name odilia, like the saint olilia which I don't have ties for you right now because again, we know nothing about her. Edric also means wealth, fortune, riches, powerful, you get the vibes, same thing with emira which means commander, or prince, princess, leader, or star. So you know like we have all these super powerful names happening, and then, oh boy and then we get to little miss perfect herself, amity blight. It means friendship, or harmony. If I was her I would be so mad at my parents like yall have these mad powerful names and I got stuck with friendship? Hand me the emancipation papers. You know what they say, friendship is the real magic (even if no longer taught in schools due to budget constraints). I hope that this leads more into season 2 with amity working on her friendships and ultimately her relationships in general, which we got a bit of already with her working on repairing her relationship with willow, and making the moves to cut off old toxic friendships and moving into more genuine ones with willow, Luz , and gus. I guess you could say that the only thing ALL the blights have in common with each other is their

LAST NAME

BLIGHT

The word blight by itself means a plant disease which boy oh boy can you believe how nicely that fits into amity bullying willow because I sure can. Outside of just the plant bit it overall just means like something that damages another thing, and this works beautifully for each member of the family. The parents are damaging their children, the twins just causing general damage, and amity and her goddamn relationships, but fortunately that whole plant thing brings us into the next couple of last names

CLAWTHORNE

The last name clawthorne means “cold or exposed thorn tree” which had me kind of like what the heck so I went off and had some fun and got you some presents that I think are funny, so there was this guy right, his name was joseph clawthorne, and he created the term whiffenpoof, which is the name for a wildly fictitious animal, things like a jackalope, or even a griffin with spider breath, though I guess that would be the work of a

NOCEDA

Back again with the trees good lord, it means field of nut trees, so again I went into prominent people an found this guy named jorge noceda sanchez, he was a painter and some of his works are kinda baller actually it seems like something that would fit in on the isles, but also not all of the names have a deeper meanings, names like

PORTER

Ok I am like pretty sure this was just meant to be a play on the fact that gus’ dad’s name is perry and is a reporter, get it, perry porter, perry porter, reporter, but nonetheless I did some digging because why the heck not, it means doorkeeper, or gate keeper, someone who guards something like an important building, which honestly I think this would be a good last name for hooty if he ever gets one, but again not all of these are important names at the moment, or maybe they won't ever be at all, names like

PARK

At first I was kinda like l m a o willow park plant girl hahahahah plants in the park parks have trees willow is a tree but then I remembered that someone pointed out that park is a traditionally korean surname and then like a week later disney posted about it for aisian pacific american heritage month which kind of confirmed it, and I don’t know if the whole intention behind it was to establish willow as representation or not, but the surname park by itself means gourd and willow I am so sorry that is so unfortunate LMAOSIFN

BUMP

To be honest I was not expecting bump to have a last name that meant anything but it means swift walker and I think thats funny so you have to know it now

MISCELLANEOUS

BELOS

BIIIITCH LISTEN UPPPP there is a butt tone of mythology surrounding his name and its mostly a different form of it, belus, that is referenced, but same thing different shape. Most of his depiction is as a great king or ruler, in babylonian mythology being the equivalent of zeus of jupiter, which liiikkkkkeeeoajolnjojnkjakjavnjfvdfkjf but its fine everything is great its all ok most importantly, he is recognized as the god or ruler of war, and in that same mythology he lived in babylon, which “... was originally water, and called a sea. But Belus put an end to this, and assigned a district to each, and surrounded Babylon with a wall; and at the appointed time he disappeared.” and idk about you but the smell of him assigning a divide and disappearing smells sour like funky to me babes

HIERONYMUS AND BOSCHA

I am only putting this here because the fact that it’s totally a play on hieronymus bosch makes me cackle and you all have to know it thank you

ADEGAST

B-but brevyn he was only there for like one episode, yeah ok and? Radegast is the slavic god of hospitality, and there is no host like a host that pretends to take you on a mythical quest and then tries to eat you and your mentor and her deranged cat demon, ok? His name translates to “dear guest” or “welcomed guest” and I mean I think if my host tried to suck me into some fantasy would delusion i’d feel pretty welcomed

HOOTY

He is an owl

OWLBERT

He is also an owl

KIKIMORA

First and foremost, she is a little night gremlin who hates children and I think that really fits her, but she is also a little house demon, who is very difficult to get to leave, have we seen her outside the castle? Will she be a spy along with the mask next season? She also has a name that means nightmare or night demon, similar to a certain other night creature we might have heard of a while ago. She tried to strangle children and I love that for her,and she is described as a little old ugly messy haired lady and I feel like her current character has the personality of one so i’ll take it, but what really gets me is her villain origin story, which is that she "grows up with a magician in the mountains. From dawn to sunset the magician’s cat regales Kikimora with fantastic tales of ancient times and faraway places, as Kikimora rocks in a cradle made of crystal. It takes her seven years to reach maturity, by which time her head is no larger than a thimble and her body no wider than a strand of straw. Kikimora spins flax from dusk and to dawn, with evil intentions for the world.”

#lilith clawthorne #eda clawthorne #luz noceda #amity blight #willow park #gus porter #king of demons #blight siblings #the owl house #character names

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ghirahimbo · 4 years

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Are you open to prompts? I would suggest Link picking out new bangles for Revali's braids or something, if you'd like to use that!

Apparently I am open to prompts and would like to use that, because I went and wrote a whole post-Pinesong oneshot for it :D Here you go!

“Topaz,” Link said decisively, his voice slightly muffled by the thin blue veil that hid his just-too-angular jawline. “Definitely topaz. I assume it works for a Rito the same way it does for Hylians?”

“Of course.” Isha, the Gerudo jeweler, nodded eagerly. “Topaz harnesses the power of lightning to protect its wearer from electricity, no matter who wears it. A wise choice if your friend plans on traveling the desert for much longer—and the color would suit her nicely.”

“Do you think so?”

Revali couldn’t help but shift defensively under the somehow identical stares of consideration that turned his way, though in every other aspect the two humans examining him could not have looked more different. With her glowing dark skin and fiery hair worked elaborately beneath finely crafted ornaments that were no doubt proof of her skill as a jeweler, Isha was the very definition of put together beauty, so that Link looked almost drab and washed out in comparison. Some other Hylian might have disappeared completely in her presence—Isha would have towered head and shoulders over Link even without her golden heels, and the muscles that rippled beneath her sparse outfit were as hard and defined as any Gerudo’s Revali had ever seen—and yet… well, Link was still Link, even halfway hidden behind colorful silks. With one hand propped against his waist and the other scratching thoughtfully at his chin, Link inhabited his Gerudo clothing with a confidence that Revali had not expected from the way he’d blushed when he first pulled it out—a confidence that left Revali unaccountably flustered. He himself was not nearly so comfortable with his own feminine disguise, as evidenced by his constant prodding at the two looped braids that hung to either side of his face. How did Rito women function with those heavy braids dangling like that?

“You’re right,” Link agreed, and Revali raised an eyebrow as Link reached beneath his beak to push it up, examining his raised profile intently. “The jade went well with her eyes, I think, but the topaz…”

“The topaz will make her sparkle,” Isha insisted from his other side, holding an uncut yellow stone up against Revali’s face and squinting at them together. “You see it now, don’t you? What do you think, Vali?”

Revali rolled his eyes over the nickname Link had chosen as Revali’s impromptu alibi.

“I think that this place might be a waste of rupees after all,” he griped, jerking his head away. He might have reluctantly agreed to let Link buy him a gift from here if only because it made practical sense—there were an alarming number of creatures in the desert intent on shooting volts of electricity through his body—but he hadn’t agreed to being treated like an ornament himself, pushed and prodded and stared at.

Isha’s jaw snapped shut as she withdrew the gem, outrage sparking to life behind her eyes, and Link was quick to wave a dismissive hand.

“I’ll worry about my own rupees, thank you,” he said lightly, though Revali recognized the note of reproach in his voice. It was an effort not to stick out his tongue in response. “I told you, this is a gift. Besides,” he added impishly, “I’ll feel better knowing you have some form of protection if another electric keese sneaks up on you in the night.”

Revali bristled. “That was one time!”

“I assume you’ll want it crafted into a ring shape like the jade you showed you me earlier,” Isha interjected, addressing Link exclusively now as she turned towards him. “To hold back her hair, is that right? Earrings will not do her much good.”

“If you can,” Link said, fishing one of Revali’s large jade beads from his pouch and offering it to her as a sample. Revali watched it pass into her hands longingly, his unbound hair damp against the back of his neck in this dratted heat. “It’s fine if it costs a bit more than normal. This isn’t the sort of thing I usually ask you to make.”

“Nonsense,” Isha said briskly, brushing his concern aside. “It’s not as though I’ve never made rings before, and this is quite similar. I assume you brought the necessary materials?”

Link nodded, plunging his hand into his pouch again, although something he found there made him hesitate.

“Do you think…” Withdrawing a large, clear stone, Link half-glanced at Revali before avoiding looking at him altogether. “I know it’s not as practical, but… would a diamond be more traditional?”

Isha frowned. “Traditional in what way?”

“Well…” Link’s voice lowered to a whisper, and abruptly Revali realized that he’d been cut out of the conversation completely—an impression that Isha immediately encouraged by turning her back on him. In retrospect, he might not have needed to insult her entire livelihood earlier. The oppressive heat of this desert had left him admittedly snappish, with even less inclination to temper his tongue than usual.

With nothing to do but wait for them to finish, Revali wandered aimlessly around the dim storefront, looking around. The warm, recessed lighting and mismatched rugs kept the small room on the charming side of elegant, though the isolated pedestals that displayed the shop’s wares atop velvety pillows left no doubt of its luxurious nature. Running a reluctantly curious eye over the glittering pieces of jewelry, Revali noticed with surprise that he recognized most of them from Link’s collection. Perhaps Isha had not been exaggerating after all when she had lovingly called Link her shop’s patron.

Stopping in front of a pair of topaz earrings identical to the ones Link had put on that morning, Revali inspected the neatly penned price tag beneath them. And choked.

“I would still suggest the topaz,” he heard Isha say, the volume of their conversation rising to discernible levels once more. “It is more important for the final piece to suit its wearer than to cling to some tradition that neither of you cares for, I think, and your girlfriend… there is a spark to her.” Isha glanced back at Revali with a smile that showed too many teeth. “Yes, I think topaz will do very nicely.”

“You don’t think ruby would fit her better?” Link said dryly as Revali frowned, still wrapping his head around the thought that here he was Link’s girlfriend, and Isha threw back her head and laughed.

“Perhaps you should wear ruby, to guard against a scalding tongue,” she quipped, bowing her head in thanks as Link passed over a small handful of yellow gems. “Sarqso, my friend. This should be ready for you in about a day or so.”

“Link,” Revali hissed, drawing him aside as Isha wandered towards the back of the shop, still chuckling to herself over whatever joke they’d made at his expense. “Link, listen to me. You cannot spend this kind of money on a… a gift! A silly trinket!”

“What?” Link looked blankly up at Revali, then at the price tag he was gesturing towards furiously, and his expression cleared. “Oh, that! No, don’t worry about it. Isha gives me a good discount because I helped her get started with supplies.” Revali relaxed, somewhat mollified, until Link added casually, “I think she’ll only ask for about half that much.”

“That… is still a hefty sum of money,” Revali argued tightly. “I doubt that I even have that many rupees to rub together.”

Too late, Revali realized that he’d maybe revealed more about the nature of his misgivings than he’d intended to, because Link’s eyes were suddenly understanding above his veil.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said again, grabbing the tip of Revali’s wing to stroke gently. “I’m the one dragging you around, remember? That means it’s my job to make this worth your while.” As an afterthought, he added, “And it’s not a silly trinket. It’s a very serious trinket, and Isha is never going to forgive you for implying otherwise.”

Revali snorted.

“How shall I ever live on?” he asked sarcastically, prompting Link to bury his elbow in Revali’s side. Still, Revali resolved to be nothing but complimentary when they returned to pick up the finished product. Ever since meeting Urbosa, he’d suspected that only a fool would make an enemy of a Gerudo lightly. “Why were you asking her about diamonds, anyway? I thought we were here specifically for the topaz.”

Link hesitated for just a second too long before shrugging.

“No reason,” he said casually. Far too casually, and Revali raised a disbelieving eyebrow. “Just a… thought I had. Doesn’t matter.”

“What’s the tradition?” Revali insisted, following as Link headed for the shop’s exit. “It must be something Hylian. I would know if it was Rito.”

“It’s…” Link sighed, and though the veil he wore hid most of his ears, the part Revali could see had turned a sudden, burning red. “I’ve heard that Hylians who are… in love… might sometimes give each other diamond jewelry as a symbol of that. I don’t know, really. It’s just something that I’ve heard.”

Revali’s brow furrowed, and he shot out a wing to catch Link before he could duck away.

“So you wanted to… give me a feather?” he asked, catching onto the closest comparison he could come up with. “That isn’t embarrassing, Link. You do know that the two of us are already…” His eyes flicked back towards where Isha stood, and his beak clicked wryly. “Girlfriends.”

Link’s veil fluttered as he huffed out a laugh.

“I mean, that wasn’t exactly what I had in mind. Isha’s jewelry really is useful, you know, and the topaz will come in handy even outside of the desert, but…” He hesitated then, his hand sneaking up to tug at his earring—or, no. No, he was toying with the feathered braid behind it, tucked discreetly beneath his veil. “It did occur to me that… well, I don’t have feathers to give you, do I? People see a piece of you whenever they look at me. I guess it would be… nice? If they saw something from me when they looked at you.”

It was touchingly sweet and utterly corny, and Revali dipped his beak to brush against Link’s face, suppressing a smirk.

“Let me get this straight,” he said with low delight. “You essentially planned on tying a feather into my hair without telling me?”

“Oh, stop it,” Link laughed, slapping him away half-heartedly. “It’s just a gift, okay? You don’t even have to wear it if you don’t like it… though I think Isha’s right.” Although the veil hid Link’s grin, Revali could see it in his eyes. “Topaz will look good on you.”

“Of course it will,” Revali agreed haughtily, privately resolving to wear the thing daily whether he liked it or not. He’d always imagined that if Link had feathers, they’d be a sort of golden yellow… much like topaz, in fact. “Now, are you ready to drag me around some more? I’ll warn you up front that you’ll have to try extra hard to make this place worth my while.”

Link ran his eyes over Revali’s no doubt sweatily bedraggled appearance and grinned, flicking one of Revali’s looped braids.

“Drinks, maybe?” he suggested as Revali frowned, swatting him away. “I hear good things about the Noble Pursuit. They might even let me try one this time, though if they don’t, at least they keep ice at the bar.”

Anything with ice sounded like a spectacular notion, but before they could leave, Isha stopped them.

“Oh, Link!” she called, looking up from her workbench. “Could you come here for just a moment? I have a few questions to ask before I get started.”

Glancing up at Revali, Link shrugged apologetically.

“Sorry, Vali. Drinks in a minute,” he promised with a wink before swaying towards the back of the store to talk quietly with Isha, leaning over her desk as she sketched out a few quick designs. Really, he was a little too good in that outfit sometimes.

Another customer walked into the store as he waited—a Hylian woman with a pinched, unpleasant face who looked around with greedy interest. Though he thought he wouldn’t have noticed such a thing normally, today his eyes were quick to pick out the diamond ring prominent on her finger, and he felt a flash of interest. Something about that Hylian custom had sounded vaguely familiar once Link explained it, though he still didn’t understand why the idea of it had made Link blush like that. It sounded pretty straightforward to him, and Link had been far from reluctant to express his affection for Revali in other ways.

Curious to see what had caught his eye, the woman leaned over the pedestal with Revali, and her nose wrinkled up.

“Topaz,” she muttered. “Not a fan, really. Yellow washes me out.” Catching sight of the diamond circlet on a neighboring pedestal, her entire face brightened. “Now that’s what I’m talking about.”

“Are you shopping for someone?” Revali asked, his curiosity overcoming his dislike of idle conversation. Maybe he should get something like that for Link… eventually, once he’d saved up some money and convinced Isha to stop staring daggers at him. It wouldn’t hurt to embrace a few Hylian traditions when Link had so readily adopted everything Rito, and Link did seem to like jewelry.

The woman laughed.

“Yeah, myself,” she said dryly. “My husband owes this to me, honestly. I was this close to divorcing him after that terrible honeymoon we went on. I might have done it if he hadn’t given me armfuls of baked apples as an apology. I’ve never been so bored and cold in my life… oh, but you’re from Rito Village, right?” she asked, looking Revali over. “You should know exactly what I’m talking about then.”

Revali stiffened in angry realization.

“I can’t say that I do,” he bit out, resolving to never attempt small talk with a stranger again. “Didn’t he already give you that? That should more than make up for whatever emotional distress such a terrible trip must have caused.”

He flicked a feather towards the ring on her finger, and the woman blinked in surprise.

“Well, of course he gave me this,” she said, holding her hand up to display the ring more clearly. “It’s a wedding ring. He’s my husband. We’re married.”

Abruptly, Revali realized why the tradition had sounded familiar.

“Done!” Link said, reappearing beside Revali to hold his wing. Eyeing the woman sideways, Link frowned in recognition but didn’t address her. “Are you ready to go?”

Revali didn’t respond, his mind still caught on the words ‘married’ and ‘husband’ and Link’s bright red blush. Ohhhhh. Oh.

Oh.

#revalink #pinesong #my writing #isha is amazing and juney sucks and that is that #Anonymous

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therealcalicali · 4 years

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Apple Thief

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff and even more Angst

Type: One Shot

Wordcount: 7,003

“Y/N! You need not go.” Your ailing father called out from where he was sat by the fireplace. Though you lived in a cramped quarter, the main room was always the warmest. And due to his injury, keeping his temperature up was best. “From the looks of things, a storm is brewing. Did you hear me, Buttons?”

With a smirk you threw his cowhide overcoat atop your woolen pullover. It wasn’t as nice as the fur-lined cloaks most girls wore. But it kept you warm despite being unfashionable. After grabbing your gloves, you bounded into the main room. Peering out the window, you realized the skies were indeed overcast.

However, you couldn’t stay home.

Rain or otherwise, you had to earn some coin. Especially since the sum your Uncle left was depleted. He had given all he could before leaving for a nearby town to sell his wares. And since you had no inclination of when he would return, you had to be resourceful.

“Just look at you, Buttons….” Your father exclaimed as he did his best not to chuckle. “You look like someone cast a shrinking spell upon you.”

“The coat may be ill-fitting, but it’s warm. So, if you keep taunting me, I might never give it back.”

“Please, stay.” He said as his smile began to fade. He then pointed his walking stick in your direction. “As my only child, I have no desire to see you fall ill.”

“Papa, I cannot sit around hoping Uncle is on his way back. He is far off, and your medicines are finished. And what’s more, we are in need of foodstuffs.”

“We are not.” Your father countered. “What of the red yams and potatoes? We can get by cooking them with cabbage and carrots.”

“First off, we have two red yams and no potatoes. And as for cabbage and carrots, I used the last of them in last night’s stew. So, like it or not, I must venture out.”

“It’s times like these I wish we still had our chickens. The eggs would bring in good coin.”

“Don’t fret, Papa. I’ve been saving what Uncle gives me for my upkeep. I intend to buy at least four of them. Soon, we could even own a nice milking cow again.”

Your father’s gaze went to fireplace.

He was a proud man, and it truly hurt your soul to see him dejected. But it made sense for a former Kings’ Guard to feel inadequate. At one time, your father provided a very posh lifestyle for the family. But once he was maimed in battle, he was forcibly discharged with a paltry severance. Once that was spent, your father had no choice but to start using what had been saved.

As expected, hardship followed. So much in fact, your mother decided to abscond with the little coin that was left. That was nearly three years prior. But for you, the betrayal felt like it had occurred only yesterday.

“Papa, please do not guilt me going outdoors.” You said, walking to him and taking a knee. “If I promise to come home should the weather should take a turn, would that ease your mind?”

Reluctantly, your father nodded.

“And take my dagger.” He said, pointing to the table nearest the front door. The weapon was a magnificent piece of military craftsmanship. Something only most decorated of fighters were ever bestowed. Still, your father wanted you to have it. “From now on, it is yours.”

“But Papa, that is a relic of your service. You earned it with much blood and sweat. I cannot possibly think of wielding it. Besides, it’s far too valuable to be taken out of the house.”

“Y/N, the only thing of value that I have, is you.”

You couldn’t help smiling. After sheathing the dagger, you informed your father that you would soon return. As you exited the cottage and approached the stables, you were suddenly filled with great hope.

You made your way to the town square on the back of your Uncle’s trusty steed, Moss.

Being a thoughtful man, Gadin left town in a hired wagon so you would have transport. So, as you tied the horse to a wooden post, you gave him a soothing pat.

“Have no fear, boy. We shall not stay for long.” You said before reaching into your leather satchel. After grabbing a handful of apple slices and oats, you fed Moss. “Well, things are really bustling today. No doubt I will make some coin.”

And you had good reason for being confident. Aside from the handmade gloves you made, you intended to sell some jewelry. The silver necklace and earrings had been intended for your mother on her Naming Day. But since she abandoned the family prior to him surprising her, your father passed them to you.

When Moss suddenly whinnied and stomped his hooves, you grabbed hold of his bit.

With that, you turned on your heels and began walking toward the marketplace.

Trade was truly flourishing because you had never seen so many foreigners in Stillwell before. But it was a good sign. It meant that soon, there would be expansions and all the other benefits that came with being a thriving village.

“Move your corpse, jackass!” A gruff voice bellowed.

When you turned to see who had spoken so rudely, a grey-haired elderly man pushed past. He was in such a huff, he nearly knocked you over. It was enough to make one angry had it not been so amusing.

Because though he appeared exceptionally frail; the man hauled his cartful of wares with the strength of twenty men.

“Magic.” You mused. “Everyone that wields it or buys it, is a nuisance.”

Suddenly, something else caught your attention. From the corner of your eye, you spotted a foreboding man cloaked in black. Naturally, this piqued your curiosity. From what you could assess; the armor signified his status as a formidable warrior. Likely a mercenary or something along those lines.

You knew this because the symbol that hung from the stranger’s neck didn’t appear to belong to any King.

When you noticed the tufts of white hair peaking from his hood, you promptly realized he was no mere mortal. Mostly because such a hue was not be found amongst your kind. As he walked, the stranger behaved as if he didn’t wish to be amongst people. But despite this, he had a traveling companion. A pleasant looking fellow who seemed to be relaying information in a lively fashion.

“Those two cannot be from any of the nearby townships.” You mused. “Perhaps they hail from some of the wealthier domains.”

Realizing that you were getting distracted, you returned your thoughts to selling your wares.

As luck would have it, your devotion to Ryrdohr, the God of Wonders, paid off.

Not only did you manage to unload your mother’s earring and necklace, but the silver merchant gave a fair price. Mainly, at the behest of his partner. As you were haggling, the man had taken one look before exclaiming that you reminded him of his late niece. For that reason, he forced his miserly friend to cough up more coin.

What you received, eighty Denars, was equal to a month and a half worth of wages. Thus, you were feeling quite blessed as you walked down the pathway toward The Bargainers Lot. It was where people that didn’t own traditional stands or storefronts conducted business.

As you passed a barrel-lined walkway, you heard a faint whistle. There, stood only yards away, a shabbily dressed boy, no older than twelve beckoned.

“Lass, might you have any food to spare?” He asked, glancing over his shoulder before looking at you again.

“Do not take me for a heartless person, little boy. But why ask such a thing whilst standing in an alleyway?”

“Apologies…….” He said as he rubbed his hands together. “But I must take care. I do not want the Sentries to see me begging. They are quite rough with street children these days.

Your father was right. It did appear that a storm would soon come. For that reason, you wished to give the child something. Enough to buy some food and even bestowing a pair of the gloves you intended to sell.

However, you had no desire to enter the alleyway to do so. After all, nothing good ever came of venturing into secluded places.

“If you want food..…..” You said, reaching to your coat pocket and producing eight Fenning. It was coin to buy two meat pies and some peach ale. But the boy needed it far more than you. “I am willing to be of help. But you must come here and------”

The first shove cut you off midsentence. But the second swiftly knocked you to the ground.

Before you grasped what was occurring, you were set upon by three other children. As you struggled to unsheathe your dagger, one kicked you in the shoulder as another seized your satchel. Infuriated, you quickly realized that you had to fight back or risk losing everything.

“I am being set upon by bandits!” You screamed. “Help!”

You had expected your words to bring someone to your aid. But after a few seconds, you realized it was for naught. In Stillwell, as in most townships, people preferred to keep to their own affairs. That meant unless a Sentry happened upon the attack, you were on your own.

When you rolled onto your back, you managed to break the buttons on your coat. With shaking hand, you finally unsheathed your father’s dagger. Taking note of this, the three children stared, wide-eyed.

“Now, you little monsters! Return my belongings before I cut your throats.”

“You will do nothing of the sort!” A raspy voice countered.

Peering into the alleyway, you spotted the owner. A man with a crescent moon upon his left cheek was now stood next to the boy that had beckoned you. Only a foot away, a fiery-haired woman aimed an arrow in your direction.

“Let’s kill her and be done with it.” She suggested.

Mercifully, he didn’t seem eager to comply. After pondering a moment, he motioned for one of the children to take your dagger. Alarmed at losing your father’s prized weapon, you pointed it menacingly.

“If you prefer, we can kill you and take it, all the same.” The man threatened.

From his tone, it was apparent that he was not simply mincing words.

He spoke very much like an experienced butcher. Still, you could not compel yourself to hand the dagger over. As the three children stared wearily, awaiting their next directives, everything suddenly went black.

“Aye, she finally returns to the living.” An amused voice announced.

As your vision adjusted to the light of day again, you winced. For whatever reason, a dull pain within your head became more prominent. Indeed, even looking at your surroundings proved difficult. Still, you managed to lift yourself off the bench and sit upright.

Since the pressure seemed to be concentrated at the base of your neck, you attempted to feel it. However, a hand swiftly caught you by the wrist.

“Do not go touching the wound, jackass.” The old man commanded. “You’ll only smear the Black Mares ointment that’s been applied.”

“Wha…………………where did those children go?”

“What children?”

It was then you realized whom you were speaking to. The old man tending you was the very same one that had nearly bowled you over. For whatever reason, he was the only person that came to your rescue.

“Sir, did you happen to see which direction those bandits went in?”

“I do not know what you speak of. But here is your eight Fenning.” He replied, shoving the coin in your palm. “It was scattered about your person when I found you.”

“But what of my satchel? Those people took everything!” You exclaimed as all that had occurred came to memory. “I must find a Sentry.”

The old man cackled as if you had said the silliest thing in the world. After stating that the Sentries did their job well, he added that they only did so for the affluent. However, someone of your caliber would have to pass coin to their hands.

“And from the looks of it Lass, you hardly have enough to sway them.”

After securing the kerchief to your head, he practically jumped his feet. You could only stare in astonishment as he then took hold of his loaded cart.

“But sir…………I have not even properly thanked you.” You said, scooting forward on the bench. “At least take this, for your trouble.”

The man eyed the four Fenning in your hand before sneering. With a gruff tone, he advised that you keep it. Adding that he did not assist you because he lacked the means to care for himself. Apologetic for offending him, you stated that you had not intended imply such a thing. Nevertheless, he had already begun walking away.

He moved so swiftly, you could only shout words of gratitude as he disappeared into the crowd.

As you entered the small shop marked ‘The Long Caravan’, you pulled your coat closer to your body.

The light rain had already begun. Thus, you knew you only had a short time before the full gale set in. Though you had been robbed, you simply couldn’t go home empty handed. Especially without your father’s necessary medicines. So, if nothing else, you meant to buy the herbs.

“I accept no beggars in my establishment.” The snobby shopkeeper announced upon seeing you. “The soup house is down the road by the Great Sawmill.”

Incensed at the insinuation, you glared at her.

She then snapped her fingers at her young assistants, ordering them to set down two massive bags. One marked ‘corn’ and the other, ‘oats’. And that’s when you saw him by the Alchemy portion of the shop. The massive stranger clad in black. Even now, he appeared disinterested in his surroundings.

This was quite peculiar since he was apparently making purchases. But as for his companion, he was gingerly conversing with the shopkeeper’s husband.

“I said, no beggars!” She said once more.

“Then it’s a good thing I’m not one!” You fumed, tired of her relentless assumptions. “I’ll have you know I’m here to purchase medicines. Or do you no longer take coin?”

Distracted by your words, the more jovial of the strangers stopped chatting.

He then leaned against a banister and folded his arms over his chest. Pardoning herself from the cloaked stranger, the woman sized you up before asking what you required.

“Four packets of Pearl Moss, two packets of Lakebarberry Leaves and four packets of Sour Quassia”

Despite wearing a spiteful expression, the shopkeeper went behind the counter. She then began measuring things out as you glanced around the shop. It was then you noticed the sizeable fruit display. From dragon pears to apples, there was good variety available.

“I’m so famished. I hope there is something left over.” You thought, pulling the eight Fenning from your pocket.

When you realized you were being watch, your head jerked in the direction of the white-haired man. At first, he appeared to be looking directly at you. But as you studied his expression, it became clear that he was looking past you.

Taking notice of his fascination, the shopkeeper’s husband went to him. He then began explaining that they had purchased the mounted head on the wall from a passing tradesman. As always, the stranger remained quiet. But suddenly, he actually glanced at you for the first time.

“Demon eyes.” You thought. “He is no mortal. Of that, there is no doubt.”

“That will be twenty Fenning.” The shopkeeper announced. “And do not dawdle, girl. I have other customers.”

You sighed. Apparently, the cost of herbs had gone up significantly since the last time. Placing all you had upon the counter, you eyed the woman.

“I……………I only have eight. However, look at these gloves I’m wearing. I made them myself. Pure cowhide with rabbit fur lining. Surely, they are worth the remainder.”

“Does this look like the trade-in post?” She snapped. “Either you have the coin, or you don’t.”

With tense jaw, you asked that she remove two satchels of Pearl Moss since it was the most expensive. But unexpectedly, the nicer of the two strangers walked over. After asking the woman to wait a moment, he looked at your hands.

“I know a lady that would really fancy those.” He said with a smile that reached his eyes. “I’m Jaskier, by the way. Nice to meet your acquaintance.”

Though your day had been nothing but terrible, you couldn’t help giving a smile in return.

“Y/N.” You replied, shaking his hand.

You then removed the smartly made gloves and set them down. When you asked if he was truly serious, Jaskier nodded firmly. After placing twenty Fenning on the counter, he took possession of his wares.

“I now have my gloves, and you, have your coin,”

Utterly beside yourself, you couldn’t help thanking him several times. Truly, he was an answer to your silent prayers. Such a show of kindness not only lifted your spirits but gave you a more optimistic outlook. While the moody shopkeeper finished tying the bundle of herbs with twine, Jaskier informed you he was a Bard.

A renowned and much sought after one, at that.

“You?” You exclaimed in astonishment.

“What’s the matter? Do I not look the part?”

“No, it’s not that. It’s just that you appear……..………you know….”

“Appear what?”

“To be quite honest. From your style of dress, I swore you were a Lord or something of the sort.”

From nearby, his companion made an odd grunt.

“Pay him no mind.” Jaskier said, looking in his direction. “He isn’t known for his manners.”

“If you take your time, I will leave you.” The cloaked man replied, ignoring the insult.

Though his tone of voice was cold, there was something within it that held some humanity. Perhaps, the Bard was his charge.

“Is that man your Hired Sword?” You asked.

The question sent Jaskier into a fit of laughter. However, his companion was not amused. In fact, he appeared meaner than he had been already. Leaving your side, Jaskier went to the shopkeeper’s husband and pointed to the waterskins.

It was then the woman finally handed you the satchel of herbs.

As you walked to the middle of the shop, you realized it was now raining quite hard. Not wanting to get your purchase wet, you opened your coat and pushed the satchels into the inner breast pocket. After closing the flap, you were buttoning your coat when the apples caught your eye.

Though you had eight Fenning left, thanks to Jaskier, you had not desire to spend it. So, as the storeowners busied themselves with their wealthier patrons, you began slipping a few into your coat. But as you finished taking the sixth and last one, the woman swiftly rushed over.

“Thief!” She shrieked, grabbing hold of your coat immediately. “I knew you were trouble from the moment you set foot in here!”

Though you were caught, you wished to turn the items over yourself. However, the shopkeeper refused to let go.

“I’m no thief!” You protested. “At least…………………….not really.”

“Not a thief, she says! Well, we shall see about that.” The woman mocked, holding your coat more firmly.

She then began shaking the fabric until the apples started coming lose. One by one, they soon dropped to the ground at your feet.

“Hmm. The girl is either an apple tree, or a thief.” Geralt remarked.

He then picked up the bags of corn and oats and hoisted them over his shoulder. As he walked to the exit of the shop, Jaskier stared at you and the shopkeeper. From his expression, you could see he felt your humiliation.

Thus, you averted your gaze.

“Geralt!” Jaskier yelled as he departed into the busy street. Though it was now raining, he made no attempt to seek cover. “Geralt! We cannot leave that poor girl to that woman. She will likely report her to the Sentries.”

“Why do you care?”

“Well, the laws against theft in Stillwell are harsher than in most townships. And she appears quite sweet……….……………. but desperate.”

Geralt scoffed as he kept to his path.

Nevertheless, Jaskier refused to give in. As he tried to keep pace, he confessed that he felt compelled to help. And if he had to convince the storekeeper and her husband alone, he would return to the shop.

“Then, go.” Geralt replied. “But remember, I will not wait long.”

“I swear, Madame, it was not my intention to take from you.” You said apologetically. “I had a great deal of coin a short time ago. However, I was robbed of it, and the rest of possessions. It’s the only reason I didn’t wish to spend the little I have left. That’s the truth of the matter.”

“Do not give me your sad tales.” The shopkeeper snapped. “When the Sentinels come, you may tell it to them, if you like.”

Just as you were about to drop to your knees and beg her mercy, Jaskier returned. With damp hair, he walked over and looked the woman straight in the eye.

“Allow me to pay for the value of the apples, plus a little extra for compensation.” He said. “Surely, that ought to be enough to allow the girl to leave peaceably.”

It sounded like a reasonable solution. But to his astonishment, the woman refused. After stating she was tired of your “type”, she added that you had to be an example.

“I cannot have every thieving liar thinking my shop is a free market. She must be turned over to the Sentinels.”

“Madame, have mercy.” You implored. “I cannot be away from my father for days on end. He is a cripple. If he is left alone, he could fall ill or even worse.”

Jaskier’s expression went soft. The revelation only made him more determined to be of help. But no matter how much he argued your case, his words fell on deaf ears.

“Natasja.” The shopkeepers husband said as he approached. “The girl seems genuine. Besides, she didn’t take anything of true worth. Only food. It’s obvious that she meant no real harm.”

Despite his attempt to defuse the situation, his wife proved hardheaded. With a hand still grasping your coat, she informed both he and Jaskier that she had already sent one of the shop assistants to fetch a Sentinel.

And thus, the four of you waited.

Whilst the time passed, the shopkeeper’s husband stated he would not give a statement. In fact, he wanted no parts of anything should the lawmen ask anything of him. Still, his wife didn’t seem moved.

“Bastien, if that is what you wish, so be it. But I will make sure this girl is made an example of. I will not become a target for every poverty-stricken bastard.”

“How dare you! I’m no bastard!” You seethed. “My father is an honorable man. He was a King’s Guard in Narin.”

“Ah, King Jethofius.” Jaskier mused with an impressed expression. “It’s said that he only commissions the most-skilled.”

“Most-skilled.” The shopkeeper repeated with a chuckle. “You keep listening to her tales.”

Angered by her flippant attitude, you countered that you spoke the truth. Not just about your father, but about being robbed earlier in the day. But none of that mattered. Because it wasn’t long before two well-armored Sentinels entered the shop.

“That is her.” The young worker said, pointing you out.

With annoyed expressions, the two men walked over. After politely acknowledging everyone, they looked you over.

“Your boy tells us that you caught the thief in the act.” The taller of the Sentinels said. “What did she take.”

“Apples.” Jaskier interacted. “Simple, ordinary apples. Hardly anything to take you from your patrol.”

The shopkeeper cut him a mean glare, however, she added that he was correct. You had stolen apples.

“But I would hardly say it is trivial. A thief, is a thief at the end of the day.”

“Do you wish to have her locked away until you can petition the Justice?”

When the shopkeeper nodded, her husband grumbled. He truly disliked how his wife had forgotten their struggles. There had been times even they came close to stealing. And though they never did so, he understood your plight.

“Let me state this now. I will not participate.” He announced.

Somewhat taken aback, the Sentinels looked between the husband and wife. One then grabbed you by the arm.

“Alright, it’s time to go.”

“Please! There must be something I can do to make things right.” You protested as you looked at the shopkeeper. “I am needed at home!”

“You should have thought about that before you went about nicking things.” The man countered. “Now either you move your legs, or I’ll resort to brute force.”

“I wouldn’t do that.” Geralt said in a calm tone.

When you all looked towards the entrance, he was stood there with an annoyed expression. In an unhurried pace, he made his way over. He then scowled at poor Jaskier, who could do nothing but shrug in response.

“Stranger, this is none of your affair.” One of the Sentinels cautioned. “It’s best you keep moving before you are charged with interfering with the law.”

“The girl is my servant.” Geralt said, ignoring everything he had said. He then tossed the shopkeeper’s husband a small black pouch. “That’s nine Denars. Twenty times the value of what she took.”

Angered by the meddling, the shopkeeper declared she wanted justice, not coin. She then informed the Sentinels that Geralt did not speak truthfully. You had come to the shop alone, thus, you were not a servant of either man. But as she continued raving, her husband suddenly placed a hand upon her shoulder.

“Do not take offense, love…” He began. ‘But for once, shut your mouth.”

Ever the jovial one, Jaskier burst into gleeful laughter.

This caused one of the Sentinels to chuckle as well. However, things quickly subsided when Geralt shot both men a severe look. Approaching the lawmen, the shopkeeper’s husband first apologized for wasting their time. He then assured them that the coin was more than enough to resolve the matter.

“It appears there is nothing for you to do here. But gratitudes, all the same.” He added.

Obviously, the shopkeeper was livid. But as she followed the Sentinels, they ignored her pleas to return.

“So, we may take our leave?” Geralt asked of the husband.

“Aye.” He replied. “The little Lass is free to go.”

“I cannot stay.” You protested as you entered the Blue Raven Tavern with Jaskier and Geralt. “I must begin my journey home!”

As expected, it the place was quite busy due to the storm. As you were guided to a table, the patrons appeared to be mostly traveling merchants, migrants and Mercenaries. All of them in search of a temporary place of shelter until the weather improved.

“Sit.” Geralt gruffly commanded.

Naturally, his tone didn’t sit well with you.

“My Lord, I am no dog!” You protested despite doing as asked. “I’m quite grateful for your show of kindness. And as promised, I intend to repay the coin you parted with. But I must ask that you speak to me like I am a person.”

After staring for a moment, Geralt simply looked away. Frustrated by his odd behavior, you gave Jaskier your attention. Unfortunately, he was too busy staring at the ample breasts of the Tavern maid.

“Look here! Do you intend to ogle me all night or is there something you are in need of?”

“Oh, I am in need of many things.” Jaskier replied cheekily. “But let us start off with a pitcher of Black Mead. And perhaps a platter of rose-honey rolls with fresh churned butter on the side.”

The woman gave a flirtatious smirk before turning to leave. As she walked, Jaskier stared at her equally ample backside.

“You have coin for that?” Geralt asked.

“No, but you do.”

When he took note of your smile, Jaskier stated he had spent most of his coin repairing his lute. He then lifted it for you to see. From the way he spoke of it, you could tell the instrument held great sentimental value.

“It’s simply exquisite.” You remarked. “It makes my Uncle’s own look plain by comparison.”

“Do you play?” Jaskier asked with great excitement.

Reluctantly, you confessed that you did. Adding that music was one of the main sources of entertainment in your household. When you stated that you could play most string instruments, Geralt closed his eyes. Seeing the two of you bonding over your music, made him fear either of you playing a song.

Because after the exploits they had encountered in the last township, he had no desire to hear noise.

“Would you play something?” Jaskier asked, passing you his lute.

You were flattered that he would entrust you with his prized possession. However, you hesitated. Though you knew many songs, you played according to mood. And with how you were feeling, a sorrowful melody was likely to come through.

“Go on, Lass!” A man drunken man shouted from a nearby table. “Help me drown out my talkative companions.”

Carefully, you positioned the lute, finding that your fingers eased about the instrument comfortably. With a deep breath, your eyes shut so you could drown the noise around you. From the pluck of the first note, a sense of peace washed over you.

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You were no longer in a dimly lit, packed Tavern. But rather, sat by the scenic lake nearest your cottage.

As you played, the commotion in the establishment began to die down. From weary traveler, to the most imposing of Hired Sword, everyone was soon listening to your haunting melody. As for Jaskier, he rested his cheek in hand as he watched.

It wasn’t often he came across someone like you. Not only were you amiable, but you now proved to be quite talented. After setting down the rolls and pitcher of Black Mead, the Tavern Maid observed a while before getting to her work.

She too seemed to prefer music over the usual cursing and threats to take fights outdoors.

When you struck the last chord, you were astounded by the eruption of cheers and mugs hitting the tabletops. Your father and Uncle always complimented your playing. However, you had assumed they only flattered you because they were family.

With a bashful expression, you passed the lute back to Jaskier.

“Y/N, you are quite fascinating.” He remarked. “Not only can you sew beautifully, but you have the makings of a Bard.”

“Though I hardly deserve such praise, I will accept it graciously.”

“Good. Now, how about you start eating while I pour us some mead.”

Naturally, you were still quite famished; however, you didn’t want to make a pig of yourself. So instead of taking several rolls, you took one and began spreading the butter. As you were doing so, you realized Geralt staring at you once again.

“My Lord, is there something on my face?”

Though he appeared irritated by your very voice, he replied that you were bleeding. How he could know such a thing was a mystery. Because, at present time, you were sat across from both he and Jaskier.

When you touched the back of your head, and looked at your palm, Geralt was proven correct. Apparently, the wound had begun to seep.

“Oh!” Jaskier exclaimed. “That’s why that fabric is about your head. All this while, I thought it was some new trend.”

“If only.” You replied with a weak smile. “An old man applied ointment to my head before tying this. I only wish I got his name before he disappeared.”

As you removed the kerchief and folded it, Geralt reached inside his cloak. He then produced a small vial and held it towards you.

“Here. Drink this.”

“My Lord, I will do no such thing.” You replied. “First, tell me what it is. Even better, tell me how you knew I was bleeding.”

Despite your words, he said nothing more. Instead, Geralt studied you as if you were an inanimate object.

“My Lord…………”

“For the last time, I am no Lord.”

“Oh, so you CAN put more than five words together.” You jested. “At any rate, since you refuse to tell me how to best address you, I shall keep using the title. My father says it’s best to err on a high position.

Refusing to be drawn into banter, Geralt set the vial on the table.

He then took hold of his mug and got to his feet. When Jaskier asked where he was off to, he nodded towards the door. Despite the storm, it appeared that he was in no mood for company or conversation. As Geralt departed the table, you watched with great curiosity.

“How did he know I was bleeding?” You asked, your gaze following his dominating figure out the Tavern. “Is he part Demon?”

“Demon? Why do you assume such a thing?”

“For one thing, his hair. That alone tells me that he is no mere mortal. But also, his eyes. They seem…………well…………sinister.”

Though he tried, Jaskier burst into laughter. Indeed, he had called Geralt many things whenever they fought. But sinister, was not one of them. Between chuckles, he assured you that his brooding companion was no Demon. In fact, he was one of the few people that stood between such creatures and the innocents.

But from your expression, it appeared you weren’t convinced.

“Why do I get the feeling that you distrust, Geralt?”

“It’s not that, my Lord.” You replied. “However, where I’m from, magic and magical being are not trusted. People are put to death for simply buying magical items.”

“But Stillwell seems quite open-minded.”

“I did not grow up here. I spent most of my life in Narin.”

“Oh, that’s right. Your father was King’s Guard there.” Jaskier remarked, recalling your past conversation. “Tell me, how did you come to reside here?”

Though you stated it was a long tale, he shrugged. Lifting his mug, he reminded you that there was nothing but time. After all, the storm didn’t appear to be letting up anytime soon. Since they had been so kind, you figured it wasn’t an unreasonable request. Thus, you quickly decided to oblige.

So, as Geralt sat in the enclosed stables, drinking his mead beside Roach and Moss, you shared your life with Jaskier.

“Apple thief.” Geralt exclaimed.

He the grabbed hold of Moss’s bit before rolling his eyes.

Though you had insisted on riding, it was apparent that you were too fatigued. Not only had you fallen asleep twice, but you kept saying things that made little sense. Typically, such a thing wouldn’t be cause for alarm. Especially since your Uncle’s steed followed your companions at a good pace. However, you had also nearly fallen both times.

And since a broken neck would do no one any good, Geralt was becoming irate.

“Y/N, you slept again.” Jaskier remarked as he brought his hired mare alongside. “Either you ride with one of us, or risk having an even worse headwound.”

You yawned as you looked about the forest. Though you had given proper directions, your mind was hazy.

“Are you certain we’re headed the right way?” You asked as you stifled another yawn.

“We exited the Western gate and veered left when we passed the guard tower.” Jaskier replied. “So, by now, we are quite deep in the Highland Grove.”

Though he repeated your directions perfectly, you still had quite the time processing your surroundings. Everything felt somewhat………off.

“Perhaps it’s best if you rode with me the rest of the way.” Jaskier suggested. “Otherwise, you are likely to get hurt.”

You wavered, however, you soon brought Moss to a halt. As Geralt held the bit, you dismounted and stretched a bit more. Suddenly, his neck snapped to the left. With a tense expression, the brooding warrior peered into the darkness.

Evidently, he was observing something neither you nor Jaskier could see.

“Don’t move.” Geralt commanded.

In one swift motion, he dismounted before pressing a finger to his lips. Unsheathing his sword, he shoved you behind his person. It was then the cold of the night finally hit you. As you held your coat about you more firmly, you tensed your jaw to keep your teeth from chattering.

“There are five of you.” Geralt declared into the darkness. “If you wish to live, keep to your business.”

“And whom are you, stranger?” A voice replied in amusement. “From what I see, you appear a foreigner. Therefore, unless you are a patsy of the Magistrate or Town Council, your word holds no weight here.”

You expected Geralt to say something more. But instead, he simply grumbled before looking over his shoulder. After advising you to stay where you were, he began moving in the direction of the voice.

Without warning, the distinct sound of an arrow broke the silence.

It was enough to make you and Jaskier draw anxious breath. But had you blinked; you would have missed what came next. Though it had been headed right for Geralt, he deflected the arrow as if swatting a fly. In fact, not even his expression changed as he pressed forward.

Stopping at the tree line, he suddenly extended his free hand.

At first you were confused. What Geralt hoped to accomplish, you did not know. However, it became apparent that he was casting. Rapidly, an odd blue light formed in his palm. When satisfied with the scope of it, he released the energy into the darkness.

And it must have hit its intended target. Because what came next was a cacophony of agonizing screams and curses. When all the noise died down, three furious men came bounding out from the tree line.

“Damn abomination! You killed my mates with your sorcery!” A man wielding two blades shouted.

In the entirety of your life, you had never witnessed such a battle up close. Sure, your father and Uncle had protected the family on many occasions. However, nothing to the degree of what was before you.

“Keep behind me, Y/N.” Jaskier whispered as he kept hold of the steeds. “If anyone wanders close, I will protect you.”

You wanted to ask what weapon he intended to use. Because from observation, the only thing he could wield was his lute. Nevertheless, since it was the thought the mattered, you remained silent. As things got bloodier, you avoided the carnage by looking to the ground.

Mercifully, the violent commotion began to fade. Before long, it was replaced by the song of crickets once more. When you looked at Geralt, he hardly looked like he had just fought off three men. Not only was he breathing normally, he was calmly wiping the blood from his sword.

“You used magic on them.” You said, peeking out from behind Jaskier.

Ignoring you completely, Geralt commanded you to continue the journey on the Bard’s steed. Incensed at being snubbed, you stared at him.

“Though you are no mortal, my Lord, I must say this. You simply do not understand how things work in Stillwell.” You said as he tied a rope to Moss’s reigns. “You cannot simply execute people here. The law states that one must give opportunity for surrender.”

“Hmmm.”

“Is that it?” You asked. “You just killed five people and all you can do is grunt.”

“Apple thief, get going.”

“Apple thief? I have a name, you know!”

As if you had said nothing at all, Geralt pointed to Jaskier who was stood by his hired steed. Sensing the awkward tension between you, the poor Bard gave a meek wave.

“Alright!” You fumed. “If you will not address anything I have said, at least answer this. What are you, exactly?”

After giving an exasperated sigh, Geralt grabbed hold of you. With little effort, he then set you upon the saddle by force. Hiding a smirk, Jaskier mounted the steed, taking his place behind you. As he took hold of the reigns, you perceived the Bard was on the verge of laughter.

“The absolute nerve of him!” You seethed. “That man is not only a Demon, but a rude one, at that.”

“You know something? Despite being his closest friend, I cannot argue with the last bit.”

Jaskier then snapped the reigns as your little convoy continued down the road.

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Secret State - Part 6

"A new strategic partnership?"

Kate read the screen out loud over Rebecca's shoulder, startling her. She did not realise that her colleague was behind her.

"Sorry, just reading something" Rebecca replied, broken from her thoughts.

"All good," Kate said, "fancy some lunch?"

'Sure" Rebecca said, minimising the Financial Times website she had been looking at, "let me go to the loo first". She took her time walking to the toilet and thinking about the article. The Financial Times had a small article that caught her eye that morning about a senior member of the Cabinet proposing a new strategic alliance between Britain and Russia, to "further and build on the arrangements agreed in last week's energy summit". Details were sketchy but it looked like Russia was asking the UK to withdraw from NATO and sign a comprehensive trade deal that would make it replace the EU and USA as the most important of British allies. Rebecca couldn't quite believe it - was this the end game? Was this what all this was about?

The paper had shown the most senior members of the Government together, the rotund Prime Minister with a blonde mop of hair and a seemingly-clueless look on his face in the centre, flanked by the Chancellor, a tall Asian man, smartly dressed and his foreign secretary, a blonde woman on his right. On his left stood the Home Secretary, a few inches shorter than the Prime Minister and sporting slicked back greying hair with his arm around him, reminiscent of their much publicised childhood together at Eton. The PM had subsequently beaten the Home Secretary in a leadership contest many years later but the two had apparently repaired their relationship. To his left stood the International Trade Minister, a short Asian woman with an apparently fiery temper but who was getting credit for bringing the Russians to the table. Was one of these members involved? These were all questions she needed to ask George, but a break with Kate first would be welcomed.

There was something different about Kate today she noticed, and she saw her colleague had makeup on, including a dark red lipstick. "Is it date night?" she asked her.

"Bec, whenever I go out, it's always date night" Kate replied, winking at her.

Rebecca's interest was piqued. "So who's the lucky guy?"

"Who said it was a guy?" Kate said, before chuckling to herself, "someone new, I'll let you know how it goes".

Rebecca sighed and shook her head. They ate a sandwich and joked together and Rebecca started to relax, the upcoming evening's activities far from her mind. There was some awkwardness as Kate asked about Marcus. Rebecca smiled and said all was well but that the incident at London Bridge had naturally led to a lot of overtime being called on patrols to make sure it did not happen again.

"I found another unexplained body," Kate said, finishing her drink. "Another national security thing, outside that Passion nightclub in Vauxhall" Rebecca's ears pricked - this was another one of hers, the bodyguard of Colonel Umarov. "I asked the Superintendent if we can look into them but I think he's got a new case coming up for us".

"What's it going to be?" Rebecca enquired. She was intrigued to move on from the Mulvaney case and be launched into a new investigation.

"From what I've heard, maybe something to do with corruption," Kate said, "could be an interesting one. I reckon we're finding out about it later". DSI Sullivan had scheduled a meeting for 3pm that afternoon in the conference room with his Detectives - Rebecca suspected this would be the subject.

"They're not turning us into AC-12?" Rebecca joked.

"I doubt it will be that exciting - we leave all the intrigue and shooting to our personal investigations" Kate responded, winking back at her.

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"As you can see, this is a delicate situation".

Detective Superintendent Sullivan was surveying the stunned looks on the faces of his detectives, Rebecca saw. They all looked lost in thought in their own ways. Kate had her face screwed up and was looking off to the side, Oli Afidi was stroking his newly-grown goatee and Tim Warren sat with his arms folded. Rebecca looked perturbed too, but she suspected in a slightly different way to the others.

"Any questions?" DSI Sullivan added.

DI Warren looked up. "Sir" he said, being respectful to his boss, "may I ask why this investigation is falling to us? Would it not normally be under the purview of the National Crime Agency or even dare I say, the Security Services?"

"It's a valid question" Sullivan responded, "my understanding is there is some concern about how impartial those agencies can be. We're seen as a more....neutral influence. None of us here was a political appointment, therefore we can investigate without prejudice".

Warren nodded and returned to his thoughts. Rebecca was lost in hers too. Sullivan had revealed that the Commissioner was asking them to look into the possibility of corruption within the most senior levels of government. It was a far cry from the criminal underworld they were used to investigating and all of them knew it could be a high-profile investigation with the possibility of great embarrassment if they made a wrong move. Sullivan said the request had come from the Commissioner - hadn't she gone to school with the Chancellor? And what evidence were they launching this based on? Sullivan had only said that serious allegations had been made but was unable to provide more detail. She decided to ask a question.

"Sir, are we expecting to find something? Couldn't this just be a big investigation into nothing at all?"

"I can't say, DC Davidson" Sullivan admitted, "but the Commissioner has asked us to investigate and look into government affairs and so that is what we shall do. We'll do a thorough look at financial records, business dealings and the like and if we find nothing, that's what we shall report".

Rebecca was satisfied by his answer - Sullivan was nothing but fair. However, the timing of it was suspicious given recent activities by the Russian state. She wondered if George knew of this all.

"DI Warren, DI Belmont, I'll let you start work on an investigative strategy" Sullivan said, "we'll reconvene on Friday to discuss".

They both acknowledged his request and he left the room. The team leaned back in their chairs for a few seconds until Tim Warren got up and straightened his suit jacket. "Right," he said, moving to a whiteboard and writing the names of the cabinet ministers across it, "let's begin, shall we..."

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"Maybe I should leave the two of you in peace?"

Simon Selwick sounded a little unsure. He was not alone as he entered a dressing room in one of his private clubs in Soho that Rebecca was using to get changed. Rebecca checked that the satin robe she had been lent was covering her before looking at the guest who had entered with him.

"Good evening Miss Davidson" George said, "I hope I'm not intruding at an inopportune time".

Rebecca smiled. "It's all OK Simon" she assured the club owner, "I know him". Selwick bowed his head and shut the door while George hung up his coat on a chair and sat on it. Rebecca returned to look in the mirror and carefully styled her hair.

"You look beautiful," George told her.

"Just doing my job" Rebecca replied, trying to make light of the situation. In truth she felt nervous. Who knew what might unfold? She knew that she would be going with Arkady Romanov to Wembley and that at some point he was going to sneak away and she would have to follow him but the lack of detail to the plan made her uneasy. What if there was security? What if they found her spying? She tried to turn her mind away from it and on to other things. "Do you like football, George?"

He chuckled. "I'm a diehard fan of Hartlepool Town, Miss Davidson". He chuckled some more. "I must confess though, you're more likely to find me at the Henley Regatta than on the terraces".

Rebecca smiled. "We got put on a new investigation today" she told him.

"Really?" George sounded curious. "Do tell?"

"We're being asked to investigate the possibility of corruption within the Cabinet".

"You are?" George sounded surprised, "and why are you doing this?"

Rebecca shrugged. "Allegations were made, apparently. Direct orders from the Commissioner this time. You don't know anything about it?"

George frowned. "No, Miss Davidson. Unfortunately not. You say it was a direct order from the Commissioner?" Rebecca nodded and George stroked his chin, thinking hard.

"Did you see the story about the strategic partnership in the FT?" she asked him.

"Yes" he said, "most concerning. Dame Lucy's been trying to get a meeting with the PM but his private secretary doesn't want to take us. I sense they are worried we might go in and spoil the thing. Hear no evil, see no evil, of course".

"Do you think it's all connected?"

"That would be a sensible conclusion, but we must be careful Miss Davidson. I've no idea who might be involved. We must tread carefully at all times". He paused. "Are you going to be armed tonight?" Rebecca nodded. George bit his lip. "Tell me about the plan".

She ran him through the evening. Romanov would pick her up from Simon's club in 30 minutes and take her to Wembley to his own personal executive box. She would watch the game with him and if he moved off, make her excuses to join him. She could note anyone he met and report back at the end of the evening. She paused. How would the evening end? Would Romanov want her to go home with him, and if he did, how would she get her way out? She shrugged it off. She could find a way, she told herself. The main thing that worried her was having no phone with her, no means of communication to the outside world - it was one of Romanov's stipulations that Simon had told her about.

George listened politely. "OK" he said finally, "a good plan". He paused. "Rebecca....be careful, please". There was genuine concern in his voice that she did not recognise. She put down her eyeliner pencil and went over to him and hugged him. He embraced her back and Rebecca realised it was the first time they had ever done that. He broke off and smiled at her. "Remember, give England a cheer for us all, yes?"

"Of course," she said. He stood and put on his coat, giving her one final look before he left. Rebecca took off her robe and admired the new red bra, knickers, suspenders and some dark stockings. She put her gun, her suppressor and a spare magazine of ammunition into her suspenders before donning a black V-necked cocktail dress that fell to just above her knees. It sparkled in the lights from the mirror and gave a tantalising view of her neckline. She looked at the clock. Ten minutes to spare.

She passed the remaining time in silence, taking a final trip to the bathroom and then waiting patiently for the knock at the door from Simon Selwick. It arrived on time and he led her out of the club to a black Mercedes with blacked out windows. A driver opened the back door and she stepped in to see Arkady Romanov wearing a dark blue suit with a white shirt that was open all the way down to his chest. His hair was cut short and he had an untidy but short beard on his face. He smiled as he saw Rebecca, taking her hand to help her into the back seat and then kissing it.

He said some words in Russian to his driver and kept hold of Rebecca's hand as the car pulled away. Rebecca smiled back at him, pretending to enjoy the touch. He did not speak to her during the journey, preferring to spend most of his time looking out of the window and so Rebecca stayed silent too. It was not a quick journey from central London out to Wembley so she allowed herself a chance to let her mind wander and relax. She started to ease into the situation. The car was very comfortable and smooth, and she smiled as she saw the lights of the city all around her. She felt beautiful in her dress and could almost imagine she was on her way to a film premiere or fashion show rather than a football match.

"Is very pretty yes?" Romanov's deep voice cut through her dreams. He was pointing out the front window towards the Wembley arch that was now visible, lit up in brilliant white.

"Yes," Rebecca turned to him and smiled, "yes it is".

"Almost as pretty..as you" he said, finding the right words and she chuckled. She squeezed his hand a bit more and he smiled back at her. "We are close. Stay with me". He gave some more instructions in Russian to the driver. The car wound it's way closer to the stadium and Rebecca looked at the range of fans walking towards the ground, most wearing thick coats or hoodies but with an England jersey clearly visible over the top, some dressed in more neutral colours and even a couple of fans wearing full chain mail and dressed as St George. The car sped past them all and took a turn into an underground parking lot. They were flagged down by a couple of security guards but the driver spoke to them and the car was allowed to continue.

They parked and as they stepped out of the car Rebecca heard the sounds coming from the stadium that was almost on top of them. The music and announcements from the PA system echoed around the walls of the parking lot, as did the chanting of some fans who had arrived for the game. "Come" Romanov offered Rebecca his arm and she gladly accepted it, seeing the driver was staying with the car. Romanov walked her up a flight of stairs and she saw she was now right outside Wembley at a private entrance. She even thought she spied the English and Turkish team buses parked nearby. There was a flash to her side as a photographer took pictures and a young man with a notepad walked up behind the photographer.

"Mr Romanov!" he called, "Mr Romanov! Are you trying to sign Patelli? Is he heading to the Emirates?" He was evidently a journalist.

Romanov chuckled. "Come on England!" he said back to the journalist, raising his arm in a fist and ignoring the question. "Come on England!" he said, this time to Rebecca.

"Come on England!" she repeated and they both laughed. They continued past the journalist and into the stadium. The air outside was cold and Rebecca was grateful for the heat as they entered. They were in an atrium that was packed with smartly-dressed men and women. A waiter wearing white offered them both a glass of champagne and Romanov took two glasses, handing one to Rebecca. She held on to his arm as he walked through the crowd of people, stopping every now and again to shake the hand of someone he knew. Rebecca looked around the crowd - she recognised some people as famous heads of business, there were a couple of actors and a few former footballers in the room too. She kept a tight grip on Romanov as he stopped and said words with a few people in Russian before he laughed and slapped one on the back.

She looked up and saw Romanov nod discreetly to someone at the side of the room. She couldn't quite make out who it was but they were wearing a grey jacket and high-necked jumper underneath. The grey hair looked familiar and as the man moved around the room she caught another glimpse of his sharp face and recognised him - it was Colonel Umarov. Her mind raced. What was he doing here? Hadn't he gone back to Russia? If he was visiting again, it was certainly not on official business.

Romanov weaved through the crowd and to an area with some elevators. They took one up 3 floors and stepped out into a plush but thin corridor that looked more like it belonged in a theatre than a football stadium. The entrances to the executive boxes were every few yards along one side while on the other the windows were full length and glass, showing some of the skyline of London and the buildings around the stadium. Rebecca could hear the chanting from the terraces above and below them. There was movement all around, with guests entering their boxes, the sound of cheering and excitement within them and waitresses moving in and out of the boxes carrying trolleys with food that came from behind a set of double doors she presumed led to a kitchen.

Romanov's box was near the halfway line with a spectacular view of the pitch. There were seats outside for those who wanted to join the crowd but also black leather sofas and a small bar inside the box. As he entered, a group of men already within cheered. Rebecca recognised more faces - some of the young members of the Arsenal team were here, but there were also some older gentlemen she didn't realise who did not rush to greet him. Some of the players hugged him, others gave him a hand but Romanov spoke to them all, some in broken English. "Tony - look after self tonight" he told one boy. "Harry - score me many goal this weekend!" to another. He moved closer to two older men sitting in black suits and shirts and looking uncomfortable in their suits. He spoke softly in Russian to them. One shifted in his seat and as he did so, Rebecca spied a shoulder holster and gun underneath his suit. They were evidently security of some kind and with another older man with greying hair. Rebecca heard Romanov refer to him as Mikhail and the two shook hands warmly before he returned to Rebecca.

He led her to a sofa at the front of the box with a view of the pitch. "Stay here" he told her gently and he grabbed another glass of champagne to give to her. The stadium filled up as it got closer to kick off and the young boys from the box started to put on coats and head to the outside seats, presumably soaking up the atmosphere, most with dreams of playing there and winning trophies at the front of their mind. Romanov returned to her and sat next to her on the sofa, putting his arm around her shoulder. She leaned into his chest, trying to look and feel relaxed about the situation.

There was a large roar from the crowd as both England and Turkey's football teams stepped on to the pitch. Romanov applauded and shouted his approval and Rebecca sneaked a glance behind him to see the man named Mikhail and his security still in place, stony faced and unmoved by the match in front of them. Romanov hummed 'God save the Queen' but did not stand and so Rebecca did not either. She kept thinking about Umarov - it must surely be connected. It was no coincidence that he was here too. She thought about how she could follow Romanov when he excused himself to go to the meeting and wondered who else might be involved. Most likely the man called Mikhail at the back of the room, but what about others? Was Umarov in another box with more members?

The match began and she tried to appear attentive to the game. Romanov seemed invested - his love of football was genuine. He occasionally cried out when there was a chance and threw his arms up in disgust if he noticed a player missing an open pass to someone. He kept putting his arm around Rebecca and looking down at the cleavage she had created. The first half finished with the scores level at 0-0, both teams having largely cancelled one another out.

The younger men outside returned inside to continue laughing and drinking during the interval, some making polite conversation with Romanov as best as they could with them being unable to speak Russian and him not much English. Several gave glances towards Rebecca but she kept quiet and sat next to the man - it was clear to others that she was there with him and she sensed they knew that it meant she was off limits. Waiters came in serving canapes but Rebecca declined to eat - she knew that the meeting would have to take place in the second half and she had a knot in her stomach just thinking about it. She kept trying to glance at Mikhail and his security but they stuck to a fairly rigid position near the bar, the older gentleman occasionally sipping on a pint of beer.

Rebecca glanced at Romanov and saw him checking his watch. He seemed a little restless. She pulled on his arm and he turned to her. "Happy?" she asked him innocently.

"Very happy" he said, smiling back at her, "but must go - stay here".

"You don't want company?" Rebecca said. She subtly reached her free hand and rubbed it across the front of his crotch. She saw his face explode into some pleasure before he eased it away. He considered it for a few moments.

"Maybe walk with?" he suggested. Rebecca nodded. "OK. We walk" he said, standing and helping Rebecca up with him. She watched as he shot a glance in the direction of Mikhail. Romanov left the box with Rebecca as the teams re-emerged for the second half. He held her hand tightly and Rebecca sensed he had some nerves too. He led her back through the atrium area towards the double doors that led to a kitchen and as he did, Mikhail and his two security guards also emerged from the box.

"Arkady," she heard the older man say. His voice was gruff and damaged. Romanov did not hear him and pushed through the doors. It did lead to a stainless steel kitchen where staff in white uniforms were beginning to clean down for the evening. Romanov walked through to a set of doors at the other end. It led to a service corridor of some kind, decked in only concrete with stairs going up and down and a lift that could be used to bring supplies to the kitchen. "Arkady!" Mikhail's voice rang out again as Romanov and Rebecca reached the stairs. Mikhail began speaking in Russian but gesticulating at Rebecca and she guessed from his tone that he did not think it appropriate for her to be joining him.

Romanov replied in Russian, trying to calm Mikhail as they all climbed the stairs. They looped back around on themselves to lead to an upper floor with a couple of black doors on either side. Romanov turned to go through the one to the left but Mikhail put his hand on the door to stop it opening. He stuck his finger in Romanov's face and spoke sharply to him.

"Sorry - must go...alone" Romanov said, turning to her. "Downstair, wait. I come". He kissed her on the cheek before jerking upright to attention and saluting. Rebecca was taken aback but soon noticed why. From the other door emerged Colonel Umarov, flanked by an older man and older woman, all smartly dressed. Two younger male and one female wearing dark suits with white shirts were behind them, looking round and Rebecca noticed they had holsters with guns at the side of their trousers - evidently security for the individuals they were with. The female was particularly imposing at over 6 feet tall with short cropped blonde hair and a mean look in her eye. She kept a gloved hand on the butt of her gun at all times as if ready and expecting to pull it at any moment.

Umarov looked at the group in front of him and nodded. He stepped towards Romanov but then turned sharply to look at Rebecca. She felt herself cower as his bright blue eyes seemed to pierce her and look her up and down. He had an imposing presence and that long face seemed to constantly be in thought but showing no real emotion. Romanov offered him a handshake and some words and Umarov nodded some more. He carried on past the group and opened the door to the room. Rebecca chanced a glance inside and saw it led to a short corridor. Her mind whirred, wondering how to penetrate it. She tried to memorise every detail of Mikhail and the individuals with Umarov. He held the door open as the group filed in and Mikhail opened a purple curtain at the end of the corridor. Rebecca heard him say "Ah, hello sir, good evening" in his rough accent to a person inside. She frowned - why was he speaking in English? Who were they meeting?

She realised that Umarov was still staring at her and now it was his turn to frown. Rebecca wondered if he recognised her from the nightclub Passion. She was sure she looked different and he would only have glimpsed her face that night. She decided to go and started to walk down the stairs when she realised one of Mikhail's security men was walking with her. He had a round face and short hair in a military style. "Hello," she said, smiling at him.

"We go back down," the guard told her. Rebecca nodded. They walked back down the stairs through the kitchen and into the lobby that led to the boxes. Rebecca could hear more chanting from the stands - the game had evidently restarted. She didn't like the way the guard was staying so close to her, as if watching her every move. She spotted the toilets on her left.

"Bathroom?" she said. The guard looked displeased but nodded. Rebecca went into the ladies and shut herself into a cubicle. She needed time to think. She needed to get upstairs again and find a way to either get in the room or find out who was in it. She heard some noises outside the bathroom. There were shouts in Russian. She listened intently. She heard the voice of the guard who had escorted her and another male voice, who sounded like he had been running. Whilst they spoke quickly, Rebecca heard the running one say something that made her heart almost stop beating.

"MI5". It was unmistakable. How did they know?

"MI5?" the guard who had accompanied her said.

"Da" came the reply. Rebecca swore in her head. She was trapped in the bathroom. There was no way out other than the door she came in. She quickly raised her dress and grabbed her Walther P99 and suppressor from the red suspender belt she was wearing. She assembled it as quickly as possible, then took off her shoes, dropped low and crawled out of the cubicle she was in. She disappeared around a corner in the bathroom just as she heard the main door opening.

She heard two sets of footsteps as the guards came in. She chanced a look. They both had guns raised at the cubicle door, long suppressors attached to the end. "Come out - now" one shouted. There was a pause as nothing happened.

Pfft-pfft-pfft, pfft-pfft-pfft. She heard their guns softly fire at the door and a pinging sound as their empty casings hit the tiled floor. They were trying to kill her, she realised, either knowing she was a spy or not caring who she was. She steeled her nerves and swung round the corner from her hiding spot.

Both men were still looking at the cubicle door with it's holes, guns raised. She was behind them both and her gun found the back of the one who had accompanied her. Pfft-pfft. She fired twice into his back and immediately turned to the right to the new guard who had joined him. Pfft-pfft. Both men cried out and slumped to the floor. Rebecca did not hesitate and fired pfft, pfft, into both of their heads before they could react further. There was an "oooh" sound from the terraces and she suspected someone had just come close to scoring.

Rebecca listened intently at the bathroom door to see if anyone was around. She heard nothing and tucked her gun back into the front of her suspender belt, the suppressor warm against her skin. It looked bulky and out of place but she knew it was better than keeping it in her hand. There was an 'out of order' cleaning sign that she spied just inside the door and she left it outside of the bathroom as she exited to the atrium again. She hoped that no-one would need to find them there before she could reach George but Selwick had specifically told her that Romanov never wanted his girls to have a phone with them. She would need to find another way to get a signal to him.

She took a glance towards the lifts. She could probably escape now, she knew. She could get free of the stadium and away before anyone discovered the bodies in the ladies toilets but something made her stop. The mystery of the man that the Russian cabal was meeting was too great to resist. 'What would Kate do?' she asked herself and remembered how her colleague had intentionally got herself kidnapped by Mulvaney's gang earlier that summer. She looked above her and tried to imagine the layout above. The ceiling above her was high - much higher than she had climbed on the stairs. Above the kitchen it was presumably lower as the doors were in a solid wall. She walked into the kitchen. Staff were still cleaning it down. She noticed a food serving hatch to the right of her and followed the path of it up. It seemed to go up - maybe to the room they were meeting in?

"Excuse me" she said to a young woman her own age, "could you tell me where this hatch leads?"

"Oh this" the woman said. She had a thick Cockney accent. "We 'ardly ever use tha', think it goes to some private room that never got finished".

Rebecca nodded. "Does it still work?"

"Don' see why not?" the woman answered, "why you asking?"

"Would you mind sending me up?" The young woman looked at Rebecca like she was crazy. "I'm meant to be giving a surprise entrance," she said. She hitched up her dress a little to show the top of her stockings and leave the woman in no doubt about what kind of surprise she would deliver.

The young woman looked round. A chef in the kitchen nodded. "C'est bon" he said. "We keep ze customer 'appy". Rebecca took care to make sure her dress covered her gun as she got into the hatch. It was a tight squeeze, and she was almost having to curl up in a ball.

"'Ere goes then" said the young woman. She shut the serving hatch and Rebecca was plunged into darkness. She tried to stay calm and breathe. She was not claustrophobic but the tiny space and darkness created a horrible sensation around her. There was a jolt and she felt the hatch move upwards, rattling a little but supporting her weight up. 'This was a really stupid idea' she thought as the hatch clanked. Where would she even find herself?

After what seemed an age but was probably 30 seconds at most the hatch shuddered to a stop. Rebecca breathed deep and listened. She could hear no noise. Her hands eased the hatch open and she welcomed the light and fresher air in with her. She looked out of the hatch. She was in a small empty room for a kitchen that appeared to not be finished, with nothing except some silver work surfaces around her. She slowly maneuvered her way out, her bare feet finding the tiled floor cold. She crept to the door and listened - there was no noise. She eased it open as quietly as possible - the corridor was empty. There were faint sounds from behind the curtain and she tiptoed towards them on the now-carpeted floor, hardly daring to make any noise. She retrieved her gun from her suspenders and gripped it for security. She checked behind herself regularly, certain that security would be on the other side of the door.

As she edged to the door, the voices became louder. She recognised Mikhail's gruff voice. "I'm not sure I can be ready with contracts" he said in English, albeit a thick accented English.

"What's holding them up?" a posh male English voice responded. Rebecca paused - she'd heard that voice before. Where was it from?

"Council - local council" Mikhail said. He sat nearer to her position, Rebecca could tell.

"Leave that to me, I can pull a couple of strings" the English voice responded. "My timeline is set in motion. I've got the support in the party. Just give the word to accelerate and we can do this Igor, let's not delay".

There was a pause before the quiet voice of Colonel Umarov answered. "And your security services?" he said quietly.

"Not an issue" the English voice answered.

"Not even the spy tonight?"

There was a murmuring in the room. "Spy?" Romanov’s voice was recognisable.

“The woman you brought Arkady” Colonel Umarov said coldly and Rebecca felt a pit in her stomach. “Do not worry, I have dealt with this but it raises concerns, Mr Home Secretary”. The penny dropped for Rebecca as to where she knew the voice. The Home Secretary was a regular fixture in parliament and on the television and here he was, behind the curtain, plotting with the Russians.

“I assure you Colonel” the Home Secretary replied calmly, “there is no investigation by MI5 on records currently and if there is a rogue element, it will be stamped out immediately. Gentlemen, my lady” he said, raising his voice, “I will be the future Prime Minister of this country and when I am we shall forge a new European alliance together and rewrite the rules of democracy. Proceed with your plans, Igor. I’ll play my part”.

It sounded like he was leaving and so Rebecca darted quickly and yet softly on the floor back to the abandoned kitchen she had arrived in. She half-closed the door and waited. Sure enough, the slicked back grey hair of the Home Secretary walked past, humming a tune. Rebecca felt a fury and an anger - she gripped her gun tightly and wanted to finish him there and then just as she had to Assistant Commissioner Locke but she stopped herself. Killing an Assistant Commissioner had been one thing, killing the third most powerful member of the government was something else entirely. She thought of a better target - Umarov. It was clear he was orchestrating the plan. Without him it would fail. She could chop the head off the snake, just as her and Kate had done when they killed Kieran Mulvaney.

There were voices from down the corridor in Russian and Rebecca slinked back into the abandoned kitchen. Slowly the members of the cabal filed past the door, with Umarov the last to pass. Rebecca took a deep breath - this was her chance. She eased the door open and stepped into the corridor, gun raised.

“Hey!” A cry came from behind Rebecca and she instinctively fell to her knees and turned around as pfft-pfft, two suppressed shots were fired above her head from a guard emerging from behind the curtain. She turned and fired wildly in his direction pfft-pfft-pfft-pfft. She saw the shots stagger him and he dropped his gun. She took careful aim down the barrel and fired -pfft- into his neck. Rebecca wheeled around but only saw Umarov and the others running, some shouting.

She picked herself off the floor and tried to aim but the door was slammed shut. She raced to it and opened. Pfft-pfft. She fired more in hope than expectation but Umarov was already running up the stairs and her shots missed his back. She started after him but heard footsteps coming the other way and a guard in a suit burst through the door opposite her own. Pfft-pfft-pfft. Her shots downed him but there was another guard behind him. Rebecca aimed and pulled the trigger -click-. The gun magazine was empty.

“Oh fuck” she said and dived for the staircase to her right just as three bullets were sent in her direction. She fell down the first two concrete stairs but used the momentum to push herself up and she ran down them as fast as her bare feet could move, leaping down the stairs. She rounded the corner to the floor where the original kitchen was but kept turning and heading down. Escape was the only thing on her mind. The pain in her feet from the impact of her running was being numbed by the adrenaline. She was literally running for her life. ‘Keep going’ she thought as she rounded on the next floor down. ‘There will be a door at the bottom - keep going!’. She prayed there was a fire escape.

She rounded the next floor down, not stopping as Russian voices shouted from above her, their heavy footsteps falling on the concrete stairs too. The shouts of the crowd watching the game grew louder. There was a stir, then a huge eruption and a cheer that seemed to shake the foundations they were running down. Rebecca was deaf to it. She spotted a ‘1’ written on the wall of the next floor she rounded on. ‘One more!’ she told herself, forcing herself around the corner to the final set of concrete stairs. As it turned, she saw a sign indicating a fire exit. ‘You can do it’ she told herself, wondering if the crowd's shouts and exhilaration was for her own efforts. She leapt the final two steps and looked for the fire exit.

Crack! As she turned Rebecca saw a flash of black and then felt a searing pain. She crashed to the concrete floor, her head throbbing. She looked up to see the blonde security guard from earlier standing over her, gun in hand. She had evidently hidden round the corner and smashed Rebecca with the butt as she arrived. She tried to stand, to do anything to get away but the woman kicked her hard in the stomach. “Aaah!” Rebecca felt herself cry in pain and the air was knocked from her diaphragm. She tried to crawl but her hands could not support her. She looked up at the woman, who pointed her gun at Rebecca, and saw there was no escape.

Rebecca sat up and slowly raised her hands. She got on to her knees and felt fearful. “Ok, ok, I surrender” she said to the woman. The two men who had been chasing her arrived at the bottom of the stairs, panting and cursing. They raised their suppressed weapons at Rebecca. “I surrender” she repeated, keeping her hands high.

The female security guard chuckled. Rebecca watched as she reached into her jacket pocket and brought out a long and menacing suppressor that she screwed on to her own gun. “No surrender” she said to Rebecca calmly.

Rebecca looked to the guards around her and accepted her fate. She was going to die. Images flashed before her. George, Kate, her parents, her brother and her niece, Marcus. She felt a wave of sadness as she thought of them and tried to reassure herself. ‘I’ll see them again’ she told herself, ‘not for a long while though’. The female in front of her had finished attaching her suppressor and aimed it at her. Rebecca summoned all the courage she could. She would not slouch. She rested her hands on her head and kept a good posture. She would die well, she decided. She shut her eyes and waited for the end.

Pfft-pfft.

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