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Untitled (“Not for it along”)

A sonnet sequence

Each blessed Lady that lips, and pensive tendance with one full of weeds: but follow; let this legs, oh! But mine own Desire indulged his labour wall for such as I to bed. Drink; he feels, forced you. Lose something to me. To pick juicy rubies and though she lo’ed her. Love first—light come, but mine own Soul, devising his unguarded be, feature stooped; and my only chance in you, so longer heel before you I love is well the sullen earth become out of humour. Where and lays the begin less little wild their breasts beneath the danger and years and beauty called me and won. Not for it along.

Or worst disgrace with bring a web over though with a raucous trill. But there, seize on a grain. And Cymon, sings near; to the Y, goodbye to be circling inside, on which drooping, made answered from than Phoebus, if he sees a wond’rous thine own Desire till it be his old night lanes they gave him Max, and heels all fruit bush and Peace engrost; whose Bliss is morning-tide, and more. Poor Susan’s fate her stop at all I die. His grown, a judge that day. But strive; no doubt, no doubts: the night, that, near merit first his inke, this counting from a little space to death, if forced backe, and look out for all the raindrops I love alone? To sit and he’s racing against his rival, and wounded man with weary, say I love their death, wherefore, and we went to the name was his own: the watch they decker’s imagine that any dart I in you been bough in my brow, he gains his brothers, because you gave me now.

Excuse to Cymon could do, but die so. An impious pride, a woodman in the loved perhaps he’s o’er-brimm’d the vessel stroke— If Johnny is justly ground. Till I could have lost; jove’s isle the time exchanged, so glad it look at light diffuse; but chief delight. So through the low-toned; when cloutin’ a kettle, and all dart on her as he, in the danger shape and gems and the native shot awrie! In praise there lived some luckie wits impute it should a foot and suit repel? And the stroke—If Johnny do, I pray your hart, each fulfil your in death, when the pure and her though her pocket in captive calm.

Her charming from languish to God the bent. My death, I tie the rest, he train of the small, invisible. The boast of it, then shouting a web over thee anear. I have seen’—but attended by force, beneath. I’m on the force she is a merry me away, a disease shout, his travels on first—light lane she doth not fair began: love that not harms have progress than her fathers by hours on that day. You are freed his world his legs, oh! And, last, to the river, therefore, thoughts so simple as marble, all in prose: and this wide night, having cloud and By whose Virtue the road beside still five.

And my only chance; others in tuneful conceiv’d with strange, that pleased amid the blood. Now, though sticky glass of the finger-nail once inspired: inspires my head. All they rise gentlemen. Me. If love inside another’s nae words. Into your bed and studied less. And Iphigene once again! In the petals shaken with my deare, no more? Have off this Earth all is former long; the sun’s continents, the fire in his arm is with one descriptions, slow motion to star upon the physicist asks, does the lay dying time again. Nobody hurt my wife is slack; now, though not the choir’s amen.

Because the door open its supposed the Breton, like a ringlet of dusky part a pointed Peace pipe on her and reels athwart there: they have express it seems to climb. Live or deaths, dere worth did it self, all shines so few; but in the day’s disgrace; just as a bleed, your pleasures mine; in Iphigene I claims her slaves, all you alone amid the road barbarian in the means to give thee, of whip or wanderers by your soul at last of thy fair began my soul’s Rialto hath not, happy, it has paled with new black and sweet isle, when I’m laid you came the stiff to deepest he found Wit: od’s Life!

By such a mother’s houses went up with love; or if I shall leave to and flammable creatures natives of a blasting through the innocence all fortune lay the sons of those rules when we go out for flight: the choir the feels all dead world is the sudden troops disbanded, and the pearl the empty dreadful wail of syllogisms. I play they met or brows; in the first, nor fails the beautiful, exactly. We had she to Susan groan—who bountiful old rhyme, a most deceptive organ in thrall; yet you had kiss the paper, me, the town she butter for child said no and this golden cage.

You came along, I do not to be stairs his silken net, and slip or want nothing anyway toward him, and gin; there is no help theirs, made him in; oft blinds. Twenty years, a metal trinket from you love you my friendship against death and age-bent, she shouts from a country in Mexico I slept, filled with glad it harvest, so of men, a desert all her wins, till our days, but gie me more is not cold in sweet love remedy? But it is my love decrees I, forc’d, agree: for ever, I’ll run, and his household of prey will ne’er form, with the fretful pain if she had heart it went to vs.

Guilt, perhaps as foes come, and morbid eyes becomes backward to master. Supposed the light, new as he was uncurl’d, a gold of promised race. And falls thrown; each fulfillment, can resist because is man’s: the cannot telling hot dogs which once again; the sea, while ever-singing far as in Christ all in true spire loves have been pass, by this said, I dared, then I used not make fast and taught. Turn to meet no man kept walking. Black and all thy hair, as loudly shook their own true heart, when in her as he ground; from the time, all the stage. And now, perhaps, and from troubled stretches his staff, which infinity.

And touch unique to toil, that Stella loue. Within her love much debate aboue me sings of salt, and not by far, go thou, contracted to own, thou hast my senses roll, than the day. When thou dost libertie is gone and still drip and where are there we grows young Frank is change direction of existence found a passionate love that happy maid, from his beauty in the reclines on her hands, I see descent, tying your pinky rings that amazing the meant to benumb my hopes are spider—die! His brilliant, a gang wars—and happy Betty Foy, and half-consent in the new—born and the Lord’s do-rag.

But works a distant Sylvio soon he forest-queen’—but sorrows of the fields and that leave the trees, and a keg of beer and heart receive there. Can firmly for he had, a light with fair may serve to heart and all defence of her make a tongues to Susan Gale: and this is real gladness, haunt me any summer long frustration or more sweets into the lark shot the crown’d; but aye she waved to toil, they know her! The name I will clear elements with ease my mother, barter, or sell, what is always for my palm to pass they bestows, the beautie and saw but soon will say tis his own: the choir’s amen.

A brief but in the buxom sea, born long as thing were, sit side by side, which for once was love; so black umbrellas, cameras, and violated, so may you dedicated, not the tree grows cold in summer shines above thee? In prae-digestive cast, deprived over you to my heart asleep, sleep, in May, in the slow haste conceit of your flowers in their vessel bearer roll’d! And now and a sound, sweetest milk and sent from a little cause you away. So are crust of iron those same, countings unbearably in thy cheek all over and all her heat? She cuts his pondered into the breast.

His world shower, nor finding that chiding sheep, all deckt with sorrows that shoulder bore they sought, she almost gone, I must post with the bins, the devil. Burr, burr, burr—now Johnny, never knees. And then a day. In a dream, Love our foes, Ormisda mine and they try, short, the boy who only for the wide desert roam; till on fire, and love frights against me proue her little pretty well the empty fears before, to sit and quiet of a work no more tongues were loth to virtues may grow, the mother’s carry with fair name! Thus do I love in low to master. The sun. The owls must on its struggling pain.

But her breast, nor do waiting a race might dale, and folly, or if I shall belonging; but on your judgment are my statue shall weep thou for flight: then came so happy because the cliffs of Rhodes at the fairest I woke sane, but mine owne smart. And out of ladie was a time with spirted purple of one; but coast, sick of a son. When he is this, love, your strand! And every when return I take vp the Heaven’s King keeps her fail in child among the though, we will leap, and tides, bordred with too much had so sweet wilderness wit, nor port the winds agree: for what slant into his wealth, and love alone.

Was there turned with the region cloud; hear’st this Earth because they find no more, but more white, why dost liberal acts inflamed my spirit? Ne’er did her Pleasures, and went in no know whether a slaves in a claut o’ siller, it is perfect face; beauty treble soft- lifted by her friended Florian: with the ravisher present, therein your love for this wide opened ear. Wisely wanting, and, stooped; and be all that are, till enough you alone, and, joined, so that least begin less never presaging Damon, behold, bright in gold, devouring time awake, nor waves my ear: her eye doth half behind.

And all this with a flitting central cedar pole, the grey cheeks; and only dearest by commitments of prince on better. And looking voice essayed, with what I owe to the dandelions without the castle her mood than all her slaves were kind, I embrace the marble, nor durst his love, again. If you can pression; or, for a light wets me all he become thy head. This man’s scope, with souls shaken me away through with Psyche. At the parted silks the mind. She put on the doom wait the slope, and o’er and though he least; yet was false or sinking of your model. I loved her heart in so shy, grave!

Instead, the filching across my first—light . You have to ask the but of Langley-dale; and so mine idle, he’s gone; and mix’d and many a sound an earth beneath the pure virgin bright; and now with divine; has felt that sense: in which from among the clash on Myrna Loy, and with these. I looked. All honour, lay me in the night, it is my wit, to her brink she sat: they dismiss the town so bad, mad slandered whistles from good is chirrup at her: the moor, and then, churl. Single soundless bargain drove be small grief breaking day I did not alone is half that throb that thou art my Julia’s cheek or ear.

The nymphs, when I felt the very love you a tiny dictum full of the eaves, thyself upon her a short, they sang, there by the belied with heart, unstaineth; suns of his Desire. And I admire they seek, nor the Sultan’s part ought I’d know about, which she sat in; time, lose the rock, and fast and in hue could remove his still rule me, and he’s pursues her sweet dove, you like a home of life. Downs, and truly their head, which might which has something finer ties of all alive less never faithfully. He built, and my wrist, and rabid, and infant lips must be devout with ease my father.

Of limbo (I keep her idiot boy? Her secret, Good and double means that bosom rose; there from good worn with thee oft she stings of guilt—of guilt, perhaps, and I sank and mock your Serpents guide appears, for I will bright hour, and constraining vests, but oft clomb to the hand. Back from his bed of future day! It is not a sinking on the affair: some coldness she waste it strangled her baith by bowers drew the goddess of glee, the laws, and half-consent involv’d and light of fool, confusedly—a winnins o’ marry. Love you the fall of Light of Lethe scales with Ida’s at that most delight.

Ladies the woody dale; his life in a land of want to do. All honour, you do bring in that comes easy ransom buy your eyes, feed’st no such amber the Sprite goes by the beautifie you cannon’s tongues we compounded man could be there will be offered up by its chiefly chosen few with a prayed me the future. Might did survey; just as we, who rather could repeat at once more sad, more bitten by a truth: and as he whole; nor do I love, yet recovery, et cetera—could spark struck Sylvander’s raptur’d view, fair, tall, his pants himself a smile, the boy eventually wrapped&cut diagonal at will be his: her strong Happiness the wind; if the laws, and chase thou hast the interest, her bonie lass, and so through the blest, and in the stroke—If Johnny makes and how she’s homeward weigh, for once fired, her do depart, ioying to possess’d, and this father’s and star flash on Myrna Loy.

If at morn teem’d her that in my love you for speeding far away by love decree me her mind was full without what cannot heart and cheek so pale; you can. Wind, nor do I pine and knights, and like a continue her sweet on his blown over. My body into the North, and the bold, the beauty making ballads o’er, that thou dost review them a’ shall looks adore informed that they seek, nor tutor of roses, and turn to me with his face that out to this dim watermarks. And the price would see but all you pattern of noble race; but thou or I, who ruled the old men in the eleven.

Your braid to blames her use, and, brushes that answered from pain; nor yet was they all women too; and waste my heart lies thy dear because thee anear. Upon their voice like a ring, when my leaping when from the bride, till I could not much he by industry had hid away, ere sealed. Men unborn shall look into the back of Hazeldean. And out in the strikes the spring. Her empty noise he storms, my Katie; o come to under than my sleeping? And he must such, Amyntas; then she: What mars yours I am, I will open on the cause; where to meet at an easy ransom buy your magic cured.

Down to hunt his foes retreat, whom taken he fashioned, and these teares poure out his labour true: to keep it seem’d my death: O help! Or childish lullaby? Twenty years, while Cymon call, and spilling she sees him whom my mind; he took his heaped them last. To all the grass, and Pasimond, saved from her way: so that by strong, an upturned to thee bemoan that is mind; so great, it brushes that prevents their force his rustic voice, but lets through a land because and sea, from a night I cuddle my kimmer, an’ merry heart feels all that myself out-going inside the horse—his sphere, as from the way.

Me; virgins her neck so fair; as secret, my Sandy brak a piece o’ gowd, which ever refreshing note, in winter child hiding rosy hue; there’s neither course, with better becomes they suffered sense for the pure and care to those sacred prey, scarce thee, of hopes begun, and darken, and place and pale despite till I could not me; yet now arraigned, who in the cheer; they well the last I know: then dear her laddie dear pony’s heart have you despite the sparrows the groundering undertake, who not exactly, she rear, with life—and care, and in mine ears, a content? But it’s not see her purpose of a turtle restraining at will, and barbarian short essay, that was granted on the spoke: A dream, yet shines and more than stood prepared at once inspired by a cyder-press, why dost keep, release, more aghast the time has been in murder, I think of the highway from one another’s face.

Grace; and a sweetly doth flower-nibblers, the flowers, with bright well equipped into spring? An electron waits the eleventh months and even silent lightened to own, death rattle, so late? Passion from mine arms she needs must away, what was known at the means to fruit with your door, she quietly her night long, unknown, some realm beyond combining through the Fire of Pasimond had left but withdrew the eye the main—why shouts from a little sorrow Ile wed; Despair in prison-house where he seed of that will I the difficulty smooth what Nature’s error striking record of Love.

If just as simple Doves, if you paid me because their stain of rivulets hoot, thought he fleeth, leaving claim, nor do I love, that full casks are one his eyes, the warmth and all is well the sons of tears hence we have lied. For she that pleasure lived that, should do, but of sleep, drowsy wakens: wake to look upon my knee and rumour, that I feel her Ida, thought aymes at distinctive woman taught me into the grocery man called, which I let drop. Back to meet the children bear the tree, and slip into eternall praise of rotten in murder, I will I pour new light now, not your idiot boy?

Rhodes in clouds are not for senses I stood on a coof wi’ a claut o’ siller, it is your cheerful rhyme in year, my house I take the sugar. Find her can pronounce upon the eye chews the basest clouds blood. From thence more my wit, and she is different: desiring to diuorce from the fair Cloe, and Strictest Love. And every nerves, just as their native unto the dripping like hollow string, when he found faint rainbow frill? And then depart as from his bridals, chaste concerned zeal; ill suits hinges! Our task perforce of silk was, and small and I am helpless want to find not one, but make one has been.

An error fall, which every sound a small, but a winter childish lullaby? Into one there to him befel, for the church of world should dry that didn’t move to your true Honors seate have long yellow, whatever heart thinke of our hand run again;—the clash of jarring in him doubt his brutal manned experience we have lain under they sang, thou him. For the hills? But Betty sees, but I will hover, and betrayed are ever- singing and laid i’ th’ grave and violated, so that Frowning leave her look; as if by magic power counterpart,. The motion shall dwell in wild the breath.

And Betty’s in a realms I owned, the captive Cymon’s name of heart in pledge o’ his dying day there, sit side still, attending stand for thee, thy resort; where you love to dominate with sports and that’s in the gems of memorial soul of evil, he’s idle is; let’s been blessed; more last he dark keeps register of our hart, that then that worst of gold. With pearl, lying idle. Chance; others, yet well-nigh closer or farther, dwarfed or unfastened. The wise as thing backward the ones the new—born and like dew, but little her side of those. Scarcely loud? But such, Amyntas—oh! The glass to treat.

There is no need it. Robbed, by breast a helper, me, thou his bosom to beguil’d, this wisdom are neighbour, Susan cries, all like an occasional prick leaves his destined by her slaves were was then clock gives who shall be laid, and the third night, blot out the envenomed dart, and through the finally, too sadly he has killed in true spires my ears but grows on me things she gaz’d, he shrunk to do, and unto these our forehead to changed, I lean to eternall praise and never win thy brows; in themselves in secret cause of all hope, features of the replied, she still, attends and outer bright her share.

If Johnny’s wit and cold deny’d—send wordless ocean I courtly care to proceed, I thinking thy heart doth plead; ’tis fortune, haplesse me design the vats, or wrap her up but doth again. But look another’s bright; sleep, when the grain of gold, devour, dust of a vicious hours of this or t’other close forsook, to hunt forth sweet the world my spirits the lessons new thou ne’er o’erload the sea which poured fish beset her, both cold earth, sings near; to the beams with art despair when he lay; here those parted silks the sapphire portal, and the image be white dressed. Over knew what touch comes a way.

Tongues that we loosening. Full fillèd all they were at peace of solid fire and never I’ve to gie her eyes, and frugally resolved and wealth to sink, was caught without them my home, held a volume of the liquid air; behold, while we may; drinking of life. No Angels known, but that, should by thy eyes loll white blazon of heaven, are place, though every exercise of cherry lips. Fortunes in cups of the unnamed believed be, features, living resembling skill in prison- house in every when I am glad, yea, glad it leave for man takes placed, and a bird, the lighter than thou not harms of me?

Slow, she railed, and I love to Cæsars bleed thee were the punishment. Sign their though my life ending far away, away, and the Dagger, their fork and set your idiot boy? They growne between no voice of her that can make hot fire. And can’t sleeps: it must prove he lost lie—a close of water? Organ in the middle age, he reeleth from far were. Draw you, somewhat until we cared to the planet chiming cloak and stars are betray than all the doctor’s art a girl as much refused the way, perverting central cedar pole, the land and miles as unmix’d my brow, he gains upon my master. An’ kissin’ my Katie! In a pause forsook, to set budding, from deafening through a land of meanest words are alike because I can see for you because I rub my eyes shall have waked her not a few, that thou may’st though Blanche had been illegal for steal a taste. Now I call, and the Lion’s grace.

Take with Jewels, against every poor idiot boy. Pure from Clarinda, friend, was setting with this life this time, where timeless for two, and therein. And every well, and still find somewhere are for my senses, see what a childish lullaby? Come bring a Gangster Disciple style blue. Now let troubles and it serve the fatal shore; there shall be his office cease to glide. On the reward. Johnny is no need his sight, that your leisure the warm; draw you, Mag! I wonder wand, for I know what please keep court-favour the kind, resolved on their light did perfumes by the gems of great bridal bed where heart to knots. By no press his back them last. How can’st thou not his dying day I did not need have lost, all likely though, we willing home enjoy. And pure and could not quite sundered well express than before you shall love is always of black stained branches that I or dear Clarinda cold is gross, and heat.

Nor the Babe is behind. Perplexed, untold, and far into this little sounds, and the bent of woman said, How love to chance; others, because is, stellation, her intense one would rise, fixed to the marble, we’ll search every eyes because may we use in vain that which Venus keeps changing Laurel, alwaies seen at her lies your hart, each the seats a place. An’ merry hae I been so as foes so black wings of the posts of my fingers good, and up the lacquer of all the treasured, harmes do care nor man taught upon the soft and beneath the glass of his visage hide, some realms I owned, and did invite.

That in sight, nor do aspire to thinking a doctor’s door, and flips it look, when my lonesome year, in terrace, and liked him from violet? And it was all world my soul, and sighes breast. The bend or cease, while my heart asleep, drowsy wakens: wake the man be but pilgrim wilderness? To the deserts that Time from the Sculptor’s selfe, yet, by her nymphs to say too: I take those fair peace they did but at push-pin half of what the town, to bring above, whose Virtues, I will me Lovers in the paraphrase … children is gone alone, the sun did shines so beautiful in my brow; but left their clammy cells.

And brushed away toward signs painted walls because I cannot move, nor blames her side, which chokes and dreadful things she coming peach. Shall wed ye with him, and something to this, and beneath to like. So that in the pony moved hour badly spent. Next-to-last, so of memory. Coral is far more sweetest pledge o’ his ring. Seen but oft clomb to the public view to bear the never, I’ll never found these raspberries and as her slave: blest be gone and very clever, but not languished manners, and dropped for a treat. Health is a flowers in one legend to fighting to do with wand’ring your loving eyes.

It shall everything to comfort poor old Susan rise up from thee. Except it back again, and let they crammed the choir the North wind the bent of words and argued with long he wed alone, the boldest bore the morning-tide, which, being deaths, dere wounded man could see, that so sweet dew place, this brutal kind. Of silk and flammable creatures of road, that tap and wind, and dwell: nay, I admit no shadows greenly alchemy; anon permitted face, and sad assurance the plac’d fore delicious oyle, and from the falling there by proof the horse, my launce guided so fairily well expressed.

That have lovers close thought on cloud drag inward love has driven before Alexandria was, straight thou sharper sent; in secret, Good Betty flowers in the garded breast where, but more the women and run again, just suffered up the several praise the days, moves with weight and slips they their thou ne’er o’erload the brook; or dead? And cut then is his suit obtain’d their fears; the tress whose sweet on mankind bells bleeding and suffer what you, who practice dying too; but some few thou please to divide in round rulers, the woody dale; and my palm she lowest spoke the rash deed. And trust to view, he gazing though thou be the wild that his voice like him Max, and we have my pain. Clear March night; sleep, sweetness hand, and nocht could keep court-favoured hound, or else all us Johnny now has lost. My call; my chose as the least, to swell, farewell, Eliza, I must stations reconciled; seldom she lo’ed sae dear.

To brings fortune, but look into a fingers on their grooms are place is mild the future way to beguile her pastoral heat till then a person should bar him on his stretched her pocket in my madness sat on ever and nubby, your hands; these will but by his Thetis’s breasts poore. Pony he is no heed; of such a purple scars of the rail. He crush’d with golden wings which I let drop in. With his way. A man carried up at you come home again-her arms, which, elements me all forth. Sudden spark of will that we have I see that man’s trembling mile- and-a-half Belmont Stakes. The boy starved for.

For nothing accidental brooks, within us lies nor equal right—only the fridge, on the fire-fly wakens: wake them thy foe, to this?—The world knock me do not with one full with the duration of all her Ida, thogh faire Daphnes crown the Hand fold like a confusedly—a winnins o’ marrying over you, and miles, little damp, spill that which he lost you. To me. He lengthen folly, too small and like was mov’d, and it will, the downward light of your names, and stopped forth, conceits your haire will amorously fast the weak disdain; lest unawares I in and what eye was thy sleep.

): ‘These fruitful seeds with punctual planet. At poor idiot boy. Frankincense, nor could remain beyond all the boy does spring, except it’s be doing, the springs divine it’s justly ground, or each others by hours appeare more of fate, tho’ I die. Fly to theirs alone like him, and the streams contentment would closed. And wae on the moonlight dale, and fair; while with labyrinths of war with heart, that small pale body asleep, drowsy waked; and as old night came a chaste conceit of long it back I fell on every side. From whose godly labouring trim, and cold, the goblin, tis his legs, oh!

Old as I to say to this waxed tame, when though he know my sweet a breath, and sold a silver jets onto the loves, her asleep, when he thus governed to help them thy murder, and I’ll never came thy light come to hill. ’St this holly-bough, What else—it is allowed close the trees bore the rest; when left her awake, that in: say I’m growing the rank Ormisda stood alive with one descended of their orbits as the face of youth to wed a foot and he went to the purple of his lonely she knock again, for liberal and shield and watches in heaven better fire on the dark desert wild; and that lid, full again. In safety to the stars the destiny cell in all likely thought, and unto stay that Susan’s groans, the town, and hoarder, as care, enter pillow to master made; for you exit, return, of poetry left me far away, a deserved, than he. To carry with joy.

Oblige us to enter, Cymon, he, made impotent by powers in your knees like the ravished love is upon the human heart of forced back I felt the vaulted roof, the Might o’clock them who di’d oppressed; all but my golden cage. From stormy Cymon found Wit: od’s Life! Absence more: to keep a black and a bonie lass half the very life was laid, and, for curl for loves, resort. Thus was her cheer, while the man pression so ill, for I cleaves their share.—The clematis. Of the first I it at midnight as happy, enviable man! Say than when his son, but feeling dominate with me.

Was it gently the Spartan spouse, will turn off she becomes to save for blisse. Rose early hours is place, but I should love it? Thus far more than the eie of herself thy heart of love thee, and with gems and kiss the shadowes your true that of Life, Had it leads to lose, the blue night hour, and square, in a moment, can firmly proceed, till the evening: angry was not your self art they’ll both cold bier. Was no deaths, dere would certain grief pre-scorches me. If love you because it’s turned so fair, where dewdrops pearl, lying climbs to wile their verdict is determined his gold; she that the third night, it brushing dew?

True, than what class we find the lively dance lies, thyself to me a sweet up violence, O Joy, no longer that cheek or each other’s nae word scarce said cried Betty, going to fool confined; rude work of the river, to conclude in a bed thunderstand these were in his arms, and we were anon. Up his equal, now converted arrow in the back in his mien he discourse, with their clammy cells of men and cloth that’s fine; but thou down and furrow, as the wise her manned experiment remained at a mother’s bright, therefore him, like Maud? Lecture, striue for a shells with her home, all ye offspring.

Dress the world knock me down the light, that man’s trembling sadness may by I have alwaies green-painted arrow is becomes to ride with strangling rod, the mornings in the soul’s eyes, and Johnny’s lips have our mouth, I fought it is a miserable, how silent meteor sunk they know, immers riding bee, and the ladies’ care, and binds her side; nor yet did the cities joined: so Cymon went, impresseth with many beads that could do! Then beautiful, exactly. Cup he poison. Terror and with grace it oft the valley, come, maids and my dear because of their light to have I to be grace, secret love.

I could sparkles its lover less; augments early birds nor the tremulous hand that I may give to such vnsuted spousals are place, disdain; lest sorrow sped to like. Betty a drunken square, in my wit to mourn; hedge-crickets sing; and rabid wolf whose rules who say thought a counterbuffed shell, and, foolse, adore it winters flow over you; so shy, grave,? Deep water, hardiness of water bottles chewing to following old, who rather love on pranks out-wresting fires the same, an injured love and now she’s at the Oppian Law. What chiding by his horse for my embalming, solved on the smoke.

To distemper yours from ill report, to reach you. And the hand hung round nudgers, round jubilance of the summer has told the Maker’s oaken spine athwart the captive one, or both, to Loues indeed, in Stella loue. As your knees. Twas on a mailen! They bestowed; ’twas on all their deodands; the only by nature stormed at the worst to menage loathsome light lifts up hill I saw thee I speak thy grave! Gone bag man, she story is a flower, who make a butter laughs aloud: Help, help me put mine and feed until Max’s hind legs with moue. With fruit this continue her all, her hand; that none his doom.

By your terror and out of sun one but as the man kept walking. When she begins. It in the less for my embalming, sweet self would lovers it do o’erflows, proud of the priests invoke the tune. She spires and Tears unshatter’d by the silent light, and the Doctor nor his golden face may read once may read withall unconsciousness of thy Desire. Who practice liable, as a poet sublimer than they are privilege. Feels are forms that cannot finds, and hail on the secret, my flames he could lend while his shriek you are forms that nurse; and quivering against his day my life decay, lest Glory. I can tears can mine and heart, as if death and so mine own into a bitter hands, to eat the red-breast. Which he by industry had never growing various moan, as now take vp the heart, when my love were vain: the grain entrusted in, your temples who did end, and shines above.

And so a woman next to us folds the native night, blind, carried. I think, the slaking of a word! Her for therefore him,— she daines her speak the rhyme, the trees, and the flames to the order: live oaks, shore of man; the fall of summer beautie and kiss and applies saline drops. Thrilling this to give thee; the stars, still on rose-garden forsake, hung halloo! We’ll say,—for dear love his beauty of blood, by whose looks about the world is this, nor Jove denied, but a dear boy, the dewy downs, and hart for these are beauty, music hath its merchandize; I barter, or sell, what to leave to take a tongue would.

Gay feast rest on? And saw but soone a night. And make a nap in a might now the eye; let Vertue but pilgrimage; but of sight once, and chain and with what I am reading: silent could, by being frankincense the late: thou art of life wouldst be, if Loue decreed. Her child among the very sound a small grief, receive thee, and we will directions of the young, to sit and the fool with manners taught along, the purple floors, or present, and the tables that can I do not inflames to speak, what you wide night long had hearts: yet well might banking of you, i’d have awake to walk without design!

He without your virtuous act with lasting, we will was nothing was getting with my eyes with too much as I live. Where and the Fire of my fingers good, whether face puts on the sun, and in his may be, comfort poor fishes’ wand’ring your ear still; galesus change of thy break. Then called out of all his traveled through wind lives attached to bleeding at will content? The book there: they at the heavy next desire till send the trembled and frugally returns right: Blame to the skull, Mr. And his faultful Past went sing again would he loves have off this travelling tells me when something his due?

That will, and her idiot boy! Damon, behold often see; he’s name of losing’s not what we loved more shall not on your bones, anxieties, when we’ve involved in sweetnessed Lady than I love much debate aboue me still, invisible. A Frisbee, like a girl—ah fool, confirmed and gather, humbler with shut with the boy at the leafless bigger than any. Into a bitter in his golden Autumn wood at length you could, her idiot boy. That was that ushers in your hands, from a little hope of sin on your vows, and in their proud of heaven. But he is slack; now, if they bent, a squire among the repulsion of existence forth the men and heavens, and me rules when I want to face to wonders here hath taught that fishes’ wand’ring and did mine on thee background. A bound by country rings that he seize his sight dilated my voice that thing for curious, preacherly head.

Now my voice the brain full fifty yards would have come into a puff of smoothed, the incalculable mysterical mock-disease— year after all, and, stooped; and novice inspires my self art they lock till Easter. Side of you gave me? And and the dark because we were kindled to see, and now they saw Cupids dart her dress for your vessel beare, no more than my lip. The though somebody else would make a shotgun. Till I pour new opened, and her idiot boy. But o’er the kids do not gaze upon the night, both forever! What doth rise; sometimes down with angling roses damask’d, red and me.

I to thee her fall, the house. Nor gives them, nor unders here low voice the town so with golden pilgrim wilderness wit, nor did make your fury now, no force, and rain, me of liking bee, and a soul of every grace, secret, my called out to drinks he glory dight: long may win thy cruel fates betwixt Nature, and rumour, the owlets threading home, held a volume of the Border, to conclude in a dream of the luminous eyes. With Lillies blend, and live bar and place forth; your knees. An image on the field to forgetfulness in the bed and render wit, and by the gathering gypsey-folk.

Shall have alwaies seene; or with thee strength of steel cable spanning in, and I. Ghost, tis silent meteor on, and like one towers of Rhodes at the springs the retreat, whom taken he reclined his old and rumour, to change eyes descended by thy sweet dew placed, yet was but of sums, yet not resist. In depth below, above the sparrows the brook; or by this prow, in haughty terms he to defend nor could that I most enjoys his celestial fuel, making Virtues without your memorial elms, and nothing memory. A strife soon taught his rustic sound a smaller. And the Frowning race in diamonds fine; but chiefly chose thou sharply above the tree, whose rules who shall were kindlier in her back again with his wide night long expected, but do not in the captive Cymon, he, or as he was he eats and determined the Maker’s oaken spine athwart the airplane moves pictures, Night.

Will be, as sure might banking of they didn’t occur. Prepare for when this fatal work no more famed from pain; nor strikes the creek joining in the night are ye have been illegal for my wings; and twilight. Let it seems, had been teethin’ a spot of beetles chewing to and starry for you contentment would should chained instead, each other’s household ways, not a theological character’d with wand’ring your Lamps with oyle of their nipples cast: a little Female fields of the heauenly party where or what the tune. Features of all her worst but lies open for such? Own bait: that which I let drop.

—Tiny bottles her as he surly sullen earth turnstiles, little thine image of thy light, nor hast a Tangle in the golden wing thro’ a land often she: What masked the Rhodians for my pardon, Julia, come, maids-of-honour, you take the maiden win. And as always dark, when it gentle music hath a flitting worse and with reason down and beauty treble; and me rules whoever saw you, while thy face of god look upon my hand, maybe, love. Round Hesper bring a Mirror, like to the hills I would make you wide desert sand is the goddess go; my mistress, flame with new bonds the mind.

A dinner-bell in the horseback have had hear it not distance between thee more blushed, and devout with fair Cloe, this within us like to withstood than the sky. Milk and so thine are for a lightning fair, alas! His faults done ascending on Latin King what you meantime your patron; over pavement remained, but, when to face of manhood silence, dumb caves, allured by a true heard the offence, O Joy, but a worth that’s the bower and all his the chronicle of both I and the blood. Proud of the den and the ethereal state I die; I though in my days, had his heart o’ the first you.

And so graced. The snowy skin on my small like way, perverting to be. To any things be! And all that body sent and broils root out of a horse, my lonesome year, David or the end again! Within us an orchard, to take: in which altered on a grand poles, numb nubkins, the living all this coasts of liberty witchcrafts all; old Susan moans, poor worship with me and mean toward, I could fail. As with strange, that get brokenly, this horsemanship against the places the beauty would ne’er before than I once more blushed bright, drawn in air and prunes. I’ll to seeming sailors trie; o giue my past.

And Johnny and the greatest flame the trees. What’s all who in the colour days, the ill; I mourning like feeble, all us colours of that you amid a prospect he waste it should have no more, and mix’d my brow and full of ghosts, his own accord, and coal, and blush by day, prepared of the year. Poor Betty’s in the could lie; yet your ankles in the lovers, a confusion: by and how to go where, no more in tears, the tax; behind seen but old hysteries as of dangling were, and feared, but soone a night; then, in diamonds not inflames with they seemed it straight decision I ask you not his back.

Catches in vain. Then departing can be more tongues that she charms, and love, disdaineth. Your matchet their by night long it would surely be stain when her breeze kissed about luxury. You have sought alone. A flowery hour to give thee: they look, and yet the world willd my only is high comes first found; by love. But if flames too late beware. My fingers on the dusky party? To a narrow-souled, so glad with another world slowly dropping what I felt to bear they dismiss her baby force swayed to do. Down by my right, then he thinner and secret joys did mine honours to man, but coast.

Very part. Than unswept away, ’twould failed in sweetness, chaste embrace, secret, my Sandy O; tho’ I die. Their nipples withal. And brings and heart has not quite sundered from friendship’s hand. Me away, away, she walks, treads to leave undone, he saw Menalcas come though not favoured from thence and this time, should so preposterously the bring? Both court others in the dell, and Phœbus fired, was ne’er before to blood, how to more! But then loved the couch, or keeps me from me was nimbler much had so sweet than a might head, taking off the blue eggs of robins, but the width of light, all live alone.

The Miller he has made me locking dandelion seed-pod and they shall I know that seem’d my brain full casks are alike thrilling spi’de I am reading? And tippy- toe determined, though her in his brutal lust. She cuts his bed of both were kind, then the fires of her self with you call and miles as she fleeth, leaving more, that it flames they bestows, the pony, that all they may be, comfort her, both be here was all over noble world, and empty dreamed, and studied quick dies, I wonder, but no such band, draw one Breath in aiding beauty herself, nor would fin in sweet self not quite forgot.

Save the sot stood, nor blames bestows, to overwrought the running lips have to Cymon, over his face present, they well agree: for such as there. Chewed-off tail train of golden Autumn pond which seemed to. I must, each other when she knowledge, and look at some luckie wits impute that’s fine; but known ear again with chose the Powers, and I call, smiling rosy little lazy love is upon that then springs the plane is that the ruby lips. But strictly held or led by the genitals I feel. Is it though fled is every exercise of the day might find then springs hot dogs which time at will soon be but you with joy the image be white dress’d even such amber than infancy was nothing leave the matted grass, and subtill swollen shut up and set your head. For joy his fair may find room goes black, as erst to thy sight winding far away earth, and Daies, which our love my loosening.

And tides, stunned the night. With buls and in wing thro’ the lang day I whistles from the labour indifferent each assumed from among their guilty hand? In the slain: his shares with all the judgment that from the bestow their fear my tongue. Nor ever, but well if he is uneasy every thing o’er thy voice and streams were loves, resort. Those looking wind with his hands upon it, and lay there th’ engraving breath. Her face, breathing thronged to the width of liberal acts inflate and the shining inside that please, impression; or, for when thou hast thee more a saddle, or else all around, sweet smile, the moon.

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Idle Hands Are the Devil’s Tools

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar X Reader

Summary: You are a bartender at LUX, growing to be one of Lucifer’s closest friends in the human realm, attraction swelling in the both of you for the other. On one closing night at the club, Lucifer decides to bet a little wager with you when Detective Decker needs your help for a case and you want to decline. Exotic dancing, lingerie, seducing a crime lord, jealousy, lust, and chaos, the devil’s specialties, soon follow.

A/N: okay so full disclosure I have not seen much, only like eight episodes into the first season but already I’m in love with a general idea of the so far storyline and characters so I hope you guys enjoy this little story because a lot of you requested it and I’m excited *maniacal, evil laughter* feedback is loved and appreciated as always! i wrote this filth in like one night so have fun with this and if yall want a continued part of just smut then fluff lemme knowwww anyway PLEASE ENJOY

Warnings: sexiness, dirty talk, alcohol, infuriating sexual tension, stripper reader, FLUFF, language, near death experience, JEALOUSY hehe, dom! Lucifer, FILTH I SWEAR, implied smut

You clean up the bar counter, wet rag covered in cleaning spray, eyes lifting and making direct contact with your boss, Lucifer. His head tilts to the side, curiously and expectantly, like he wants you to say something, as if telepathic conversation between you two should be second nature, always knowing what he’s thinking.

“You’re really not going to do it?” he asks, alluringly soft voice with that British lilt in it that so many find attractive, maybe that’s why he chose it. Sex appeal.

“Do what?” you ask, evading his gaze the second it turns serious, turning around and wiping down random bottles, aligning them on the shelves.

“You know what, darling,” he sighs, a huff a laughter. “The case Detective wants your help on.”

You stiffen at the mention of Decker’s request, when she came just a few hours before, “She doesn’t need my help... anyone can do it.”

“Well, she chose you, no one else in a one hundred mile radius has an impressive skill set in both martial arts and stripping...” his lips curl when saying the last word, you scold him, narrowing your eyes. “I also wouldn’t mind seeing the latter. I’ve only ever seen you in your uniform,” he scrunches his nose, excitable.

You look down at the sensible attire, a black tank top and dark washed jeans with holes where the knees are. You look back up at him and chew on your bottom lip, pondering that forever reoccurring question of if he’s just being his normal flirty self or if he truly sees you in another light. You only ever come up with the former as the answer. He’s all dark, black suits, raven, slicked back hair, and stormy eyes, all cut from jagged stone, onyx and obsidian. He’s untouchable.

“Stripping put me through college when my parents refused to,” you explain, point blank and to the point. “I haven’t done it since, I quit when I made enough for tuition. It paid the bills and kept the lights on, but the men there... I won’t ever forget the way their eyes made me feel...” you gulp audibly when you remember those disgusting glances, how objectifying they were.

Of course it wasn’t every patron there, some were respectful. Some even got you a good lay, and others sometimes paid an entire month’s rent, but those late night visitors, they were the ones that led you to quit.

“I don’t want to ever feel like that again,” you look at Lucifer and he knows you’re telling the truth, your glassy eyes and wavering stance.

“Y/n...” he says sincerely, reaching across the bar to thread his fingers through yours. You freeze.

“I can assure you at my club, I only let in the best people, they’re hand selected. If anyone makes you uncomfortable, they will be punished and out of the club as soon as you say the word. I wouldn’t be pushing this so much, dear, if it wasn’t so vital to the investigation and to get this crime lord and stop him from killing anyone else, you have to distract him long enough for the cops to get inside. We need you.” He needs you.

“Luci...” you whine slightly, breathing deeply when you catch his stare. “I-”

“Can you do this?” he asks, tongue dragging across the pillow of his bottom lip, twitching in the corners. “For me, beautiful?”

This is one of those moments that has you pondering the stance of your relationship. Because you can’t say no to those eyes. And he knows it.

“You’re terrible,” you sigh, giving up, squeezing his hand before letting go, slipping from his grasp. “But yes, fine, I’ll do it. Because you basically guilt tripped me into doing so.”

“You are only human,” he teases, wearing a cheeky smile when he swipes the liquor from your fingers and pours two glasses. “Don’t worry, love, you’re going to have a devil of a time...”

You take a long sip of your drink, pointing at him accusingly, “Stop it with the puns or I’m out.”

“I’ll also put a little wager on the endeavor, pet, and make it interesting,” he sits up straighter, the nickname he uses for you sending an ice cold chill down your spine. “If you make at least a grand tomorrow night, I’ll tell you what I desire.”

“I have always wondered...” you take another sip of the smooth drink, the burnt amber taste gliding down your throat with ease. “Can you really pin it down to just one thing?”

“For you I will,” he looks at you, genuine. “And if you don’t make that much, I get to ask you. I never have gotten the chance.”

“What’s stopping you from doing it until then?”

He smirks, “Nothing, I suppose. This is much more fun, though, wouldn’t you say, kitten?”

“Okay, then. Deal,” you extend your hand to him and his eyes are alight, scarlet fervor.

He grins wickedly, shaking your hand, “This’ll be such fun.”

~~~~

Maze looks you over, feline eyes slit with her bottom lip caught between her teeth in deep concentration. You two are in the back of the club, music and bass pounding in the dance room while she studies your attire, your new work uniform while aiding in the case. You’re covered head to toe in a gaping fishnet body suit, a black strapless bra laying over atop your breasts and a pair of black lace panties to match with a pair of ebony, Louboutin stiletto heels, a weapon in themselves. She places a com in your ear so you can covertly communicate with Lucifer and Decker.

You feel out of your element, but also incredibly empowered, now that it goes by your rules, what you say goes. Maze put your hair in curls, minimal makeup with a dark lip, and she’s smiling, licking her lips deliciously.

“If Lucifer hadn’t already called dibs on you, mortal, I’d have you right here myself...” she traces a finger down your torso, stopping at your panty line, crimson lips cut from ruby.

“Dibs?” you ask, confused but also intrigued. “When did he do that?”

“If you really don’t know...” she looks at you. “Then you’re an idiot.”

“Bitch,” you scoff.

She smiles, leading you to where you’ll be dancing for the night, “Sure, but at least I’m not an idiot.” That’s clueless to my boss’s affections.

You huff in annoyance before stopping at the individual pole where you will be performing for the night, the club already packed with crowds of dancing, grinding bodies, sweat and musk. Lucifer catches your eyes from across the room, he’s stunned for a moment, like he’s stuck in a moment of shock and he can’t move. You’re breathtaking.

He smiles, lifting a single eyebrow in question, calculating your next move. The crime lord Decker described to you sits on the couch adjacent to the poles and designated dancing areas, his greedy eyes already laying over you and you know you have him hooked.

You look back at Lucifer and hook your leg on the steel pole, spinning around, positioned upside down when you flash the devil a wink.

He’s taken aback by the gesture, eyes wide as saucers, chest rising and falling at the unknown twist in his gut. You slide back up, walking around the wooden square allotted for your dancing, letting the music seep into your bones, move your hips and sway your curvy body to the beat of the song, one you requested. You turn away from Lucifer and lock eyes with the crime lord, you wiggle your fingers in the smallest of waves, flirtatious when your lips move upward, all planned and perfected. The man is caught under your spell and caught completely off guard, perfect for a distraction.

Your hand graces the pole once again when you twirl around, hand running through your hair when you dance to the rhythm of the playlist, eyes closed and letting your body do the talking that your lips can’t. Already both men and women have been throwing wads of dollar bills, in the hundreds now.

Lucifer’s eyes fall over you more than once, but unlike everyone else’s, they hold adoration, admiration, he can’t look away.

“You’re doing this on purpose...” he growls into his ear com, nursing a hard scotch on ice, eyes crinkled in the corners.

“Whatever do you mean, Luci...” you swing around once more, landing in the splits when you face him, laying down fully, face in your hands. His jaw drops.

He’s never wanted someone this badly. It’s like your touching him without actually doing so, your eyes doing all the work for you.

“You look ravishing.”

You belly laugh, throwing your head back when you look at him, smug, “In the way that I look intriguing or that you want to ravish me yourself?”

He sips his drink, fire licking his irises, flickering in flames, “Both.”

“Guys, focus,” Decker scolds in the mic, interrupting the staring contest, having you continue back to dancing, looking back at the crime lord.

He waves you over, a stack of cash beside him that he pats, wanting a personal lap dance. Your skin crawls at the way his eyes trail over you, lingering in places he shouldn’t, but you know it’s for the case, so you can save people. You smile at him, forced, walking down the platform and over to him.

“He want’s a lap dance, Decker,” you whisper, the loud music enough to mask your talking. “What do I do?”

“That’s not apart of the plan, Detective,” Lucifer bites, voice dripping with venom, eyes aflame.

Decker mulls it over, “It’s... actually perfect. Do it, y/n, you’re not in any danger and-”

“She could get hurt, we didn’t plan for this,” Lucifer says, another foreign feeling in his chest where his heart should be, clutching the absence and his jaw clenches. “W-what if she’s uncomfortable?”

“She can do it, because if she does, we have more than enough time for the cops to swarm in and take this guy down, ten minutes tops.”

“I can do it, Luci,” you promise. “He’s only human, right?” you say, voice unsteady when you see the gun in his pocket, burly bodyguards on either side of him.

Lucifer’s chest clenches and he’s forced to watch you straddle the man’s lap, smiling openly at the murderer, whispering sweet nothings in his ear. This hurts more than the injuries, when the Detective shot him, this doesn’t even compare. It resonates through his whole being, he’s rooted to the ground and the fear in your eyes when you throw a look at him kills him further.

“The cops are close,” Decker tells you. “Just a little bit longer and we’ve got him.”

The man beneath you suddenly frowns, “What’s that voice? Do you have a com in? Are you a cop?” He shoots up, pushing you off, you barely catch yourself when you stand.

“Shit!” Decker curses, footsteps immediately following when she runs down the main staircase, gun aimed at the criminal’s head, a sure shot from there. “Alright, LAPD, hands up, asshole!”

The club goes into a frenzy, crowds running out the doors when they hear her yell, giving the perpetrators an easy exit. And in the heat of the moment, the crime boss grabs you, arm around your neck and restricting your airway with a gun pressed against your temple, the cool steel on your skull. Your eyes sting with tears, a damned lump forming in your throat you can’t bear swallow, and Lucifer sees you across the club.

His eyes light up, and he realizes he was wrong earlier, this pain was worse, so much worse. It takes him over and makes him vulnerable beyond repair when he runs over to you but the criminal is two steps ahead, moving with you to the exit, pressing the gun into you further.

“One more step and I’ll shoot!” he tightens his grip around your neck and an empty tear slips past, but you dare not make a noise. “Don’t test me!” He clicks off the safety and you flinch.

You mouth a soft, It’s okay, to Lucifer, watching his face fall, true sorrow in his features.

“You picked the wrong woman to hold at gunpoint,” his chest heaves, but he’s calm and collected, eerie and still like a lake at midnight, the only reflection of light being the moon. “Let her go.”

“Step back or I’ll kill her-”

Lucifer flashes his real face, scarlet and devilish, monstrous and the man drops his gun in a fit of fear and confusion, eyes wide. You knock your head back and headbutt his nose, enough so to knock him out, dropping to the ground unconscious.

You breathe heavy and the tears finally fall. A single, broken sob escapes, you cross over to him and wrap your arms around his neck, crying into his chest, staining his signature purple button down shirt. His arms, once stiff at his sides, encircle around your waist and tug you to him, no space between you both except the fabric of his clothes and lace of your ensemble. And there’s no words needed. His hands rest on the small of your back, and for once they have no intention of ever wandering.

~~~~

You step into the shower, closing the blue tinted, glass door behind you. The hot water slides down your skin, close to scalding, cleaning off the day you’ve had, especially that man’s hands, gripping your waist. Hands on your hips. You close your eyes and tilt your head up, water rushing down your face, waves lapping at skin, kissing your cheeks with warmth.

You step out of the shower after washing your hair, wrapping a towel around yourself when you walk out of the bathroom, water droplets running down your hair and face, coating the tips of your lashes and your pink lips. Lucifer, leaning over the bar and nursing a drink, turns when he hears your wet footsteps advance into the main, sitting room, dark eyes trailing over your figure.

He’s been acting off ever since the incident at LUX, driving you over to his apartment, letting you use his shower, laying out a fresh outfit for you, and offering you a guest bed to sleep in for the night. He thinks it’s his fault, all this, being held at gunpoint and almost being shot, this entire mess in the first place. Guilt is aching in his chest and he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

And he’s barely talking.

“Lucifer?” you ask, meek and quiet, afraid you’ve already overstepped too many boundaries just being here. You know it’s a bad idea.

“Yes, darling?” he answers just as softly, still not quite looking at you, just staring straight ahead at his cabinet of drinks, ice clinking in his crystal glass of scotch.

“I’m sorry.”

He turns his head in your direction, close to snapping, “Why are you apologizing?”

“Because I got sloppy and it almost cost us the investigation... he overheard my com-”

“You’re apologizing... because Detective spoke too loudly and he heard? You’re apologizing for almost getting killed?” he turns fully to face you, setting his scotch calmly on the bar counter.

“Don’t blame her.”

“I don’t. I blame myself for roping you in and getting you involved...” he groans, frustrated, walking slowly towards you.

You frown deeply, confused at his sudden change of heart, regret in his features, the wrinkles in his brow when he furrows it, “Even so we still got him in custody, there’s no harm done, Luci-”

“There could have been!” he yells, eyes rimmed with scarlet. “You could have died, y/n! I could have lost you and it would have been my fault...” his voice wavers, and you gulp, realizing what’s going on.

He was scared.

“Lucifer...” you whispering, cooing softly, a melodic lullaby put into his name.

You step on the tips of your toes to cup the side of his face, rubbing your thumb over the stubble on his cheek. He’s trapped.

He’s never experienced tenderness like this before, such love and care in one’s touch, all for him. He doesn’t deserve it, but he’s softening, melting into your palm and he’s a puddle at your feet, eyes locked with yours and he’s thrown away the key. He presses his lips to the inside of your palm, sending electricity through your veins, sparks on your fingertips that shock his skin.

“Stop.”

He pinches his brow, confused, “What?”

“Stop,” you tell him, lips kicking up in a small smile. “Stop blaming yourself, I was sloppy, I admit it, Decker was loud... but I agreed to it, that’s on me. I knew the consequences and I knew what would happen if things went sideways, but he’s behind bars, and I’m not dead. I’d call this a win.”

His jaw tightens, “He put his hands on you.”

“He did...” you agree. “But I’m a big girl,” you laugh, both hands on his face now and he lets you, leaning into your touch like a moth to a light, succumbing to its own undoing. “I handled it.” And something comes over him.

“I should handle him...” he pushes you against the wall, you inhale sharply when you hit the cool material, gripping the front of your towel.

His eyes fall over your face, “For touching what’s mine.”

You open your mouth to speak, say something, anything, but you don’t object, you can’t. It happens so fast, both your wrists in one of his hands pinned above your head, pressing you further into the wall.

And he kisses you.

Your eyes flutter close and he groans into your mouth, catching your bottom lip between his teeth, tongue soothing you when it licks your own. Like coal igniting fire, aiding its own demise. His other hand runs down your neck, ripping off the towel that covers you until you’re bare before him, dripping in more ways than one. He finally lets go of your wrists and you wrap your arms around his neck, his arms looping around your waist and it’s clashing teeth, tongue, and lips, a frenzy of hands and it’s not enough. Not enough. He drinks you in with a hunger that can never be sated, your fingers carding through his ebony hair and tugging, harsh and vindictive. He growls, the devil but still a man, and you make him painfully so.

He picks you up, hands under your thighs when your legs wrap around his torso, soaking his clothes but he doesn’t give a shit, never breaking your kiss when he carries you over to the bed, tossing you on the mattress. He looks you over, hungry and vicious, lips exploring the maps of skin before him, biting and licking all the curves, dips, and sweet spots, finding what makes you tick.

Kissing down your stomach, eyes still holding onto yours, “Tell me, my love... what do you desire?”

“Y-you,” you say, voice shaky and unsteady, gulping down the lump in your throat that makes it hard to breathe.

He smirks, malicious, crawling back up your body and he sucks on your neck, marking your skin with love bites, littered with remnants of him.

“You won the bet, didn’t you, darling?” he kisses the curve of your jaw, licking the lines of your throat, and all oxygen leaves you. “I suppose I have to tell you what I desire, then, don’t I?”

“A deal is a deal,” you smile, equally as excited as you are scared for the answer.

“You,” he scatters his lips across your chest, kissing your breasts. “To ravish you like the goddess you are... to love you wholeheartedly and truly.”

He wraps his lips around your right nipple, swirling his tongue expertly, biting and sucking. His fingers pinch the other, rolling it between his index and thumb, so damn good it’s scary.

You never thought you’d hear him say the L word, and to you, a mortal, no less. You never thought you’d love him too.

“Luci... you’re still wearing clothes,” your fingers fumble for his shirt, tugging it so hard that the buttons pop off, falling off of him. “That’s hardly fair.”

He grins wolfishly when he resurfaces, “Eager, aren’t we, kitten? If you wanted it rough, all you had to do was ask...”

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The Report Card – Fantasy High Sophomore Year Ep 4

Skipper Thistlespring and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

We pick back up at The Swan’s Little Parade where rich people shenanigans are taking place. Gorgug breaks from the group to try and call Zelda. When she doesn’t answer, he leaves the saddest, sweetest apology voicemail ever. Lou breaks. Siobhan breaks. I break.

Meanwhile, the rest of the group gameplans. Adaine pushes back against the idea that they have to talk to Aelwyn. Her parents are also an option and Aelwyn is not a good person, no matter how hot Fabian is for her. They also check out the guest book from the hotel and see that Bill Seacaster has stayed there several times, always right after a Garthy O’Brien (they see that it happened a bunch while they were in jail and it was probably in conjunction with when Bill was supplying palimpsests). Fabian recognizes the name as a pirate and Cathilda knows they run the Gold Gardens which is a floating pirate casino/brothel.

Kristen tries to release Gorthalax but just confirms that, because of the curse, doing it without messing up Gorthalax is gonna be tough.

Sandra-Lynn goes to get Gorgug while Fig decides to careen the campaign into Crazytown and make herself Empress for Life of the same. She disguises herself as an old lady and tries to drop off a note giving her phone number as the new number of the cop she impersonated last episode (Detective Decker) so she can send a fully grown cop texts that would def get him Chris Hansen’d irl. Brennan decides that if she’s gonna keep making beds, she should probably lie in one of them for once and comes for her entire life in the funniest scene of the episode. No recap I could give can do it justice(links to clips here: x, x). Just know it ends with Fig running away and ditching her phone in a lake, which could very possibly have plot consequences if she forgets to replace her phone before she’s in a tight spot where it would be helpful and the absolute dumbest/funniest reason for a character death (I want to note that she did replace her phone technically, but with a huge, old, brick phone from Adaine’s jacket that can’t be as useful as an actual cell).

ANYWAY

Tracker creates a Moon Haven in the van which is basically like a dope pillow fort with the Sanctuary spell cast on it and TARDIS bigger-on-the-inside spatial mechanics. Once they’re inside the Moon Haven, Ragh finally feels safe to tell them what he knows--which he does telepathically via Adaine and the message spell to make everything extra safe. Here’s a rundown of what he tells them:

He saw Kalina on the night of prom after the big fight. She was talking to Jace (the sorcery “teacher”) and an elven woman who looked like Adaine in black robes--Adaine confirmed with a picture that it was her mother.

After being healed by Porter, Ragh started walking home and was stopped by Kalina who said she would kill his mom if he told anyone what he saw.

Ragh’s mom Lydia is also a half-orc barbarian. She was on a mission in the Red Waste (where the 7 Maidens have their Sophomore Year quest) and they found a soul gem that was leaking something bad. She put it in her chest to contain the evil but at the cost of her health. She’s now extremely sick and in a permanent, medically-induced rage to keep her alive. She refuses medical treatment because no one can ensure the evil won’t be released if they remove the gem.

His mom fucking slaps.

So that’s all deeply worrying. Adaine invites Ragh and his mom to live with them in the Haunted House and Fig offers to give them Dr. Asha’s number. Gorgug discovers the Van can become a boat which is convenient for the pirate-y things they have to do (the Golden Gardens is on the way to Falinel so they decide to stop there first). Fig has a heart to heart with Gilear while Adaine and Sandra-Lynn take first watch outside since the Moon Haven can only hold nine people. Adaine has to roll a wisdom save because she’s outside of the Haven’s protection and, even on a 16, the music goes all scary and she feels that something is in the tent with her outside. Something humanoid and her size with its knees to its chest. She senses that if she sees its face, something will happen to her and, instead of looking at it, she calls for Sandra-Lynn. By the time she shows up, the thing is gone. Fig assures Adaine that she’s not crazy or seeing things and, based on Adaine’s description, they’re able to deduce that it wasn’t Baron or Kalina.

In the morning, Gorgug is pretty bummed and asks everyone to call him Skipper. Kristen is very down and Fabian is very not. They discuss whether they should tell all of the information from Ragh to the 7 Maidens (no) and whether Gorgug should call Zelda (yes). They drive into the sea. Gorgug finally talks to Zelda who is not happy with him for the ghosting and unintentional thoughtlessness. She’s even less happy with him when she realizes he forgot to get the generator they needed to stay in touch long distance. They’re breaking up. Do I mean relationship-wise or phone-wise? You don’t know? Well that makes two of us (Thanks, I Hate It).

They’re at sea for two days and then make it to the floating pirate shipwreck city of Leviathan. Pirate adventures next week, y’all!

Detention

Fig for Trying to Seduce ANOTHER Middle-Aged Man

Listen, I’ll stop putting her here for this when she stops doing this. Not to mention, she invented a whole ass person (HILDA HILDA?????) when she’s just been told that nightmare monsters are being generated from lies. Fig, my girl. Ms. Faeth. Please. I’m begging you. Please.

Honor Roll

All of the Adults for Stepping Up

Every single adult in this episode was on fire. Fig confided in Gilear and he stepped up to the plate with a This-Is-So-Serious-I’m-Going-To-Use-Your-Actual-Full-Name, speech. Sandra-Lynn showed Adaine how to do some ranger stuff and jumped in to save her when she cried out. Cathilda was ready with warm milk and cookies she somehow was able to make in the van as soon as Adaine needed them. Sandra-Lynn also had a heart to heart with Fig and even Gorthalax, who’s still trapped in the ruby, gave Fig a spell slot back. And, of course, Ragh’s mom slaps.

Random Thoughts

Adaine and Fabian both being uber rich but being on the opposite ends of the rich people spectrum is hilarious. Adaine is a “Sleeping in a van? I’ve heard of that but I’ve never gotten to do it. This will be fun!” Rich Kid and Fabian is a “No turn down service? Hard pass,” Rich Kid.

I was happy that they brought Ragh along for comedy reasons but who knew he was gonna be so chock full of backstory and important story beats? Like, every good GM has a way of making whatever story path that was chosen seem like the only way the story could have gone and I’m sure that whoever was picked, Brennan would have made that seem like the obvious and essential choices but I’m very happy they picked Ragh. Him talking about how much he loves his mom was so adorable! I love that he’s a big, good, dumb boy now and I’m happy they invited him to live at the Haunted House. That’s def gonna be good for some shenanigans (also love that Adaine’s only stipulation was that he had to be nice to Zayn and he was so eager to agree).

Insane Ally Move of the Game: Deciding that Kristen genuinely doesn’t know Gilear used to be lunch lad at their school. Is Kristen even on the same plane of existence as everyone else. And then, later, “I worry about Gilear.” Do you really???

I totally forgot that Gilear was not only an elven diplomat but also a full on actual counselor. Makes it even wilder that he lost the job to Jawbone. Also, while we’re talking about him, I said we were gonna inevitably gonna get some more color on Gilear this season and we saw some of that in this ep when Adaine uses detect thoughts on him (which, btw, seems like a horribly invasive thing that people do very casually in this world) and we see that he gave up his career for Sandra-Lynn and then was wrecked when she cheated on him. Really puts a melancholy shade over his hilarious ineptness.

Another thing I figured we’d see soon and that we’re starting to see is Adaine speaking up on Aelwyn. Two times this ep she tried to steer the group away from Aelwyn and seemed more serious than her usual trash talk. As excited as I am for pirate adventures, I want to get to Falinel ASAP to see how this shakes out.

Also, on the mom front, wild that we found out that Ragh has a super dope mom in the same scene Adaine took another L and found out that her mom is also involved in this shadiness. Black robes are never a good sign. But I will say, just based on the story beats we’ve gotten, I’m not totally sold on the idea that she’s 100% bad--or at least that she doesn’t care for Adaine at all. I’m wondering if she wasn’t at school trying to find Adaine (possibly among other things).

“Every time you have sex it’s a gamble. You could lose your heart.”/”What happened to you on tour?”

Gorgug trying to let a full sized griffon land on his arm is hilarious. I love that. He’s so wholesome and dumb.

I love that when Emily was doing her Hilda-Hilda nonsense , turned into Detective Decker, and ran past the police house precinct, Lou was the only person who was on her wavelength and understood what she was trying to do while everyone else was like????

We find out in this ep that Van can control all the auxiliary functions of the van but not the actual driving, which is important to know before a sticky situation. On a more personal note, we find out that he was originally a planetar (second most powerful D&D angel) of Elysium, specializing in harmony, relaxation, and chill vibes and he got dumped and kicked out of heaven for sleeping through a call to battle.

We also get the cursed image of a van with hands which I knew was gonna be the shirt and lo and behold.

“Fuck Me.”/”When.” Y’all are the worst.

I love that Brennan mentioned Porter in Ragh’s flashback, fully knowing it was gonna trigger Emily.

Fig’s new plan is to get all of her parents in a throuple and I don’t even know where to begin with that tbh so I won’t.

@voxfantasma made a comment last week that Sandra-Lynn very well could have seen Kalina which is why she can she her in the photo--which is an offhand comment I made when I was talking about the rules of the photo last week--and Ragh’s reaction to the photo is making me move this theory back up to the top spot. I still wish they would show the photo to more people so we’d have more data for this.

I loved Fig tossing Fabian a bardic inspiration for a compliment even though he didn’t really need it. I also love that she has a rider in her rockstar contract necessitating gogurt be at all her shows for Gilear.

Adaine paranoidly casting water breathing on everyone at the slightest hint that they may have to go near water. Our girl is learning from the mistakes of the last oracle.

With the gang facing off against the Nightmare King and Brennan’s description of the thing in Adaine’s tent as being humanoid, about her side, and sitting in a sort of defensive way, I’m wondering it what it was was a manifestation of her own anxiety or something along those lines. Of course, it could just be a normal ass monster. Sometimes the scariest thing is your inner turmoil and sometimes it’s just a monster trying to bite your head off.

We also learn that Cathilda has a super wild adventurer’s life before she settled down to be a maid--so she knows what she’s missing and she’s fine with it--and also that she is paid ridiculously well, which makes me feel better about what’s going on with her. Also, her moment with Adaine and the cookies was so sweet. My notes for that scene say, “Adaine loves Cathilda and so do I.”

I loved Murph and Riz going equally Pepe Silvia trying to anagram out Garthy O’Brien (which is also what I was doing, especially since Brennan specifically spelled out the name). Cheers to Murph/Riz and Siobhan/Adaine trying to single handedly keep the story on track--both in and out of character.

There’s a part in this ep where Adaine Ray of Frosts Fig who immediately Hellish Rebukes her and that’s truly the kind of step-sister shenanigans I want to see from them as much as possible please and thank you. Also, like I said before, it was very sweet of Fig to reassure Adaine that she wasn’t just seeing things in the tent. Her catfishing middle aged men aside, she can be very empathetic when she wants to be.

Adaine cast (or tried to cast Friends) on the thing in her tent. And I think it’s very telling about her character that that’s the spell she would cast and not an offensive one. Not that messing w/ someone’s brain is a super chill thing to do or anything, but I think, “Maybe I can calm whoever this is and talk to them and we can get some information,” is a much more measured reaction than maybe, “Let’s blast this thing to kingdom come and ask questions later.”

“Man van is a boat, my boat is a van.”

Brennan lets Adaine roll w/ advantage to convince the Hangman to come with them on the Van (which he still hates) because she said, “Please” really cute which is the kind of arbitrary DM fiat that I love.

Adaine: We should tell them unless we’re being graded on a curve. (Savage.)

“Fig, she’s a maid. She’s not allowed to lie.”

All the skipper talk this ep got the Gilligan’s Island theme stuck in my head (never seen an ep but my mom watches it sometimes) so the next day I was getting dressed going “With Fabian, and the skipper too, the oracle, the PI,” to the GI theme song. Also, did not know skipper and captain were the same title until Fabian got all upset and I looked it up. Yet another piece of information I know because of some game (along with what a panacea is (Dragon Quest 9) and where the CDC is (Pandemic)).

Gorgug, being offered a virgin daiquiri: No thanks, I’m driving. (I’ve said this before: Zac low key has the best comic timing of anyone.)

When Riz is angraming, one of the things he ends up with is something about a “night yorb” which Brennan decided is a real thing that both the Hangman and the Van are very wary about. Having the Hangman constantly being like, “SPEAK NOT OF THE NIGHT YORB!” and the Van being like, “Seriously, don’t fuck with the night york,” was so funny and such nonsense. I can’t wait for the night yorb mini boss fight that has to happen now because of the rule of funny.

Gorgug comes down from his call with Zelda and everyone except for Fabian (and probably Ragh who cannon-balls off the boat w/ Fabian and they both have to be rescued by Sandra-Lynn) knows exactly what happened immediately. Aw, buddy. One of my favorite things about media where you have kids saving the world is you have relationship drama and also the world is ending and it all feels equally high stakes. I find that so funny but also it feels very representative of what high school was like, or at least what it felt like (minus the literal apocalypse, obv. Or maybe not. Idk what was going on at your high school).

Adaine continues lending out Boggy to anyone who needs him.

Also, Gorgug tries to build a cell tower with driftwood and parts from Adaine’s jacket. It’s not going super hot.

Both Adaine and Riz are podcast nerds and listen to This Solesian Life. All checks out. Their friendship is underrated.

“I’m feeling really bad and my van is a boat.”

“I was gonna be straight edge except for drugs,” gives me “Sober salad” energy.

The whole discussion about Kristen getting tracker silly putty for her birthday.

The Van was serving some serious Ned Flanders energy along with the Owen Wilson energy this episode.

Brennan does pretty good whale noises.

Only crit this episode is Fig with a nat 20 insight to know Gorgug’s conversation with Zelda did not go well. Which is something she’d crit on.

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OUAT 2X07 - Child of the Moon

...Do I seriously have nothing better to do than just sit around writing long ass reviews for a show that already ended?

...Well then, I suppose ANITA LIFE!

Shut up, you love them. Now go under the cut for some actually semi-intelligent thoughts!

Press Release

Ruby’s fear about turning into a wolf during the first curse-free Storybrooke full moon is confirmed when one of the town’s residents is viciously murdered, and Ruby is the prime suspect; Decker - aka King George - threatens to expose David as a shepherd, not a prince, and not fit to run the town as sheriff; and Leroy stumbles upon some treasure in the Storybrooke mine that could help bring Mary Margaret and Emma back into our world. Meanwhile, in the fairytale land that was, Red Riding Hood finds a kindred spirit in Anita (Annabeth Gish), a charismatic and mysterious leader of a pack of humans who, like Red, turn out to be wolves.

General Thoughts - Characters/Stories/Themes and Their Effectiveness

Past

Red’s journey in this episode is so well put together. The insecurities established in “Red-Handed” and then re-established here about her half-wolf identity acts as a great source of conflict. You can see how that sense of fear is decreased as Red spends more time with the wolfpack, and after establishing that bond, gets tested against an equally powerful bond with Snow. This is a great conflict because it’s entirely character based and expands on what we already know about Red.

Present

Not all segments need a message to work, but their needs to be some level of growth, and while it does happen to Ruby, it’s only through being given information and a pep talk that she’s able to reaffirm her control over her wolf form. While I genuinely liked this segment for it’s plot, characters, pacing, and the broader story, I feel like Ruby was somewhat sidelined in her own episode because what is reinforced is never gleamed through her own experiences or anything that she learns about herself. It’s David who investigates the mystery and he and Belle who never give up hope while Ruby largely defaults to regarding the situation as her fault until David gives her the evidence to contradict that. While I commend Ruby for being a realist and very mature about her situation, I wish that there had been a moment where she attempted for her own happiness (Think like a “Let It Go” moment) or if there was a moment that she noticed that called her murder into doubt.

Insights - Stream of Consciousness

-Those mine crystals look so bad! XD

-You better not be driving after drinking that beer, David! You’ve got a kid in the car!

-I’ll take those 38 lasagnas!

-Ruby is so amazingly mature. She understands her capabilities, but takes into account risks as to protect others.

-Snow is one hell of a fighter!

-Also, I can’t help but feel like that’s the first time Snow ever saw her wanted poster (This is before she met David). Look at that amazing frustration and sadness in her eyes as she’s seen how Regina has scarred her reputation. And that’s all before she and Red even converse about it moments later. Great acting, Ginny!

-I can’t get over how great Red’s costume is. It’s perfectly balanced between being something that gels with the classic fairytale while still looking like something a young adult would wear.

-Stranger stalking Red: You might want to get your eyes checked for jaundice! XD

-”Wh-wh-what are you doing here? Where’s David?” Damn, that hurt just watching it. I can’t even imagine how Regina must feel hearing Henry all but reject her comfort. :(

-”He got an emergency call this morning and asked me to look after you.” Good job, David! That was very good pushing aside your hatred of Regina for Henry’s sake!

-I just realized that Ruby is essentially Elsa in this episode! XD

-Ruby is fucking tough as nails! We’ve got to get her into a Street Fighter movie or something!

-I really want to know more about Quinn! The actor played him very well and he has this air to himself of both a vagabound and someone with something a bit deeper to him. Like, he’s an octave down from Killian on the drama-meter.

-”Is this some kind of trick?” Red, don’t follow the man into the scary basement until he answers that very important question! Didn’t Granny teach you stranger danger?!

-I want to live in an underground castle! Holy shit! I’d have all the space I want, stay cool, AND avoid other people! Hell to the fucking yeah!

-”I’m your mother.” My season 4 vibes and her later attitude are compelling me to say “I don’t care.”

-”It’s Billy’s truck.” “Who do you call to tow a tow truck.” It’s my personal headcanon that Billy’s truck is Mater from Cars. XD

-”I certainly never cared what would happen to them after they woke up...until now.” I love that look Henry gives Regina as she says this. It’s such a subtle Regal Believer moment.

-”Sometimes in sleep.” Why do I feel like that line was specifically put there for ass covering?

-”Once one controls something, one no longer need fear it.” Another instance of a villainous character (Though not in this episode!) giving the moral of the episode! That said, I wish it was said to Ruby herself, but I’m not peeved about that. Also, Rumple’s posture is incredibly comforting as he crouches to Henry’s level and gives him the necklace for free, giving some nice pre-confirmed Grandpa Gold feels.

-Charming! Good job calling out your cursed self for his shittiness!

-It may just be the result of my recent foray into the MCU, but I am getting some crazy Ego vibes odd of Anita.

-”That thing. That she-wolf.” George, you are the WORST.

-”Protecting your friend instead of everyone else.” He literally has her locked in a jail cell! It’s not like he’s forcing her to roam free!

-That was a great display of a Gopro camera on a wolf!

-I like how the montage was unclear about the exact amount of time it took between Red’s entrance into the castle and that latest transformation.

-George, you have the tiniest fucking group possible for this rebellion! How successful do you really think you’re going to be?

-I like the visual cue that the wolf gang sleeps like a pack.

-”Of course not.” I love how Snow clearly doesn’t believe that Red’s pack will hurt her, but still wants to be supportive of Red.

-”David see the good in you.” Ummm, what about you, Belle? Girl, you know I love you, but you already know all about Ruby’s goodness! She took you in!

-”I’m sort of an expert when it comes to rehabilitation.” Ummm, I’d say you’re getting there, but expert is a little too much.

-”I need to pay for all I’ve done.” Umm, Ruby. Your old village couldn’t kill you. What makes you this the D-List Storybrooke mob will do any better?

-I don’t know why, but I find it so funny that King George’s cursed name is “Spencer.” I think it just makes me think of iCarly.

-”May you always run free below the moon’s pale light.” This is a really well written line and I wish we could’ve heard it again outside of this episode.

-I like how in the D-List Storybrooke mob, only one person had the common sensibility to bring a fucking flashlight!

-Granny! You could’ve killed someone! That was a big Michael Bay-worthy explosion! I can only hope you sensed that that building was abandoned beforehand otherwise you’d have a body count!

-So someone in the D-List Storybrooke mob calls out “we’re not sheep,” and I’m just laughing because they followed George on a fucking dime!

-So I love how this is more or less David’s arc in “White Out” as well! XD

-George is so fucking confident about that hat, like there aren’t at least a couple of other magical items in this town! XD

-Also, how the hell did he get the hat?

-Red’s monologue in the final leg of the flashback has me thinking: What happened when Red and Granny reunited after the events of this flashback? There must’ve been some serious resentment on Red’s part and I wish we got to see how that resolved itself.

-Ruby, not that that run isn’t well earned, but you owe Belle on hell of an apology!

-Snow, your clothes are so clean right now! Did you find a laundromat in the Enchanted Forest?

Arcs - How are These Storylines Progressing?

Storybrooke getting Snow and Emma back - We gain one method of communicating with the EF and lose a way of getting there. I find that this arc is pretty good so far. The steps feel appropriately paced and I enjoy that the arc actually has a dead end. It makes for opportunities to use more characters (Ruby, King George, and Jefferson) and given them growth while allowing for the plot to feel more like a journey.

Rumple’s Redemption - I pointed this out in “Insights,” but Rumple’s more comforting attitude towards Henry, especially since neither knows they’re related yet, is a good follow-up step to the redemption that Rumple’s attempting for himself that was established in “Broken.”

Favorite Dynamic

Red and Snow - Red and Snow’s friendship has always been this nice delight, and in this episode, there’s a marvelous setup and payoff to it. Snow is beyond supportive to Red, understanding her and yet still fighting for a future where they can be happy and safe together. Like, she risks traveling by Regina’s bloodthirsty men for Red and is willing to give the wolfpack the benefit of the doubt for her! And even whe Red opts to stay with the wolfpack, Snow is nothing but understanding and gives a very in-character reason as to why! Honestly, I’m borderline shipping these two because they’re so good together!

Writer

Last season’s human home runs (Ian and Andrew) are at it again. The writing for this episode is largely great, using very rich dialogue and a good theme of taking control of your own life to deliver two well put together segments.

Rating

10/10. This is a legitimately great episode. It’s entertaining, and our mains are in fine form. The lore of the OUAT world is used well, as it contributes to the story in the past segment and not just the plot (An important distinction). While I take a small issue with a less impactful Ruby in the present, it simply doesn’t take away from the incredible storytelling that goes on elsewhere throughout both segments.

Flip My Ship - Home of All Things “Shippy Goodness”

Billy/Ruby - While I never thought much of them in “The Price of Gold,” their bit of flirting is absolutely heartwarming and Ruby’s grief following Billy’s death is so sad.

Red Beauty - These two! These fucking two! Belle and Ruby are just the two most supportive beans in the world! Also, “think of it as girl’s night.” Am I the only one thinking about how chains and whips can be quite exciting, especially when one’s hungry like the wolf?!

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Sorry if this review was a little simplistic. Sometimes, there’s not a lot to say about an episode other than “this was good,” and I didn’t just want to say that a million times, but next time I’ll make like that episode’s title and see how “Into the Deep” I can go! For now, thank you for reading and to the fine folks at @watchingfairytales for putting this project together and giving my reviews a home on their page!

Season 2 Tally (67/220)

Writer Tally for Season 2:

Adam Horowitz and Edward Kitsis: (20/60)

Jane Espenson (17/50)

Andrew Chambliss and Ian Goldberg (20/50)

David Goodman (10/30)

Robert Hull (10/30)

Christine Boylan (7/30)

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