#sn: pride before the fall

[ashenworth]

got a freak in the mail

[plussizeficchick]

Breeder’s Digest! | Nanami x Chubby!Reader

Summary; Nanami’s always wanted kids, but there’s something about you taking care of your nieces and nephews that just get him going.

Warnings; smut(breeding kink(like huge), pregnancy kink?, cunnlingus, P in V, cockwarming(mentioned), ooc!Nanami?, not proofread(y’all know what it is))

Sn: This was originally requested by @shadofireshinobi but friend I could never do it justice like how you requested😫but I hope you like it boo💕

He truly doesn’t know what came over him.

Nanami prides himself on his self control. Sure, there are times when it becomes too much, you’re a bit too tempting, but he’s always been able to keep himself in check.

So where the fuck is that same composure?

Really, he should’ve known better when you said your nieces and nephews would be at the gathering your family was having for Christmas, he just didn’t think it’d result to this.

It just became too much, the sight of you holding your baby niece to your chest, the way you so carefully cradled her, making sure to position her head right.

It just came so naturally to you.

The way you were able to calm her when she was getting fussy, the soft way you cooed at her when she did just about anything, it was getting to him. 

The want, the need, to fuck you full of his cum, to see you nice and round with his child.

He simply couldn’t wait.

— —

You aren’t sure what’s come over Nanami.

You thought everything was fine, you were at your parents house to spend time with them and your sister, along with her new bundle of joy but as you spent time there, Nanami started to act off.

You two had broached the topic of children briefly in the past. It was a mutual agreement that you both wanted them, just when the time was right.

So you’re confused as to what spurred this reaction.

After your niece was put down for a nap, Nanami gave your family a poor excuse as to why you had to leave earlier than anticipated and all but carried you out the door.

You tried to ask what came over him, but he merely shut you down with a searing kiss, stealing your breath away. “I need you.” He groaned against your mouth. He was struggling to hold himself back, desperate to get you squirming in his cock.

You whine against his lips, pulling back just enough to ask him what happened, when he pulls you right back into him, mumbling about getting you home.

— —

After narrowly avoiding crashing, you both managed to stumble into your shared home, Nanami hoisting you up to grind your clothed core against his. “Feel me, pretty? It’s all f’you.” He murmurs against your lips, the taste of you too addicting.

You grind against him, your panties accumulating an embarrassing amount of slick as you feel his hardness. “Need you, Ken. So bad.” You whine. The friction on your clit is delicious, but you need more. 

“Gonna fill you up.” He promises, walking you to your shared bedroom. “Gonna get you nice and full of my kids.” Your heart thrums at the mention of this, pussy clenching involuntarily. Nanami quirks a brow at that, a smirk making its way to his face. “Oh? She likes the sound of that, hm?”

Your heart just about falls to your ass.

He places you on the bed and strips you both of your clothes, kissing and sucking your most sensitive areas before finally placing his mouth where you need him most.

You gasp as he sucks your clit into his mouth, tongue laving over the bundle of nerves as one of his hands to reach up and tweak one of your sensitive nipples. He uses his other hand to push one of your knees up, giving him a bit more access to your center. You cry out as he licks a bold stripe up your core, his eyes demanding contact. 

“You taste so good, pretty. I wonder, will you taste different when you’re swollen with my child? Will you taste even sweeter?” He works a finger into you, thrusting shallowly at first, but as you grind your hips into him, he picks up the pace. “I can’t wait to see your tits swell with milk. You won’t ever have to worry about them being too heavy, I’ll help with that, my dear.” Your mind is too clouded to understand the double meaning behind his words, too focused on chasing your orgasm. “Please.” You beg, though, you don’t really know what you're begging for. Nanami does, however, working in a second and third finger as his tongue works wonders on your clit.

It doesn’t take long before you cum, body spasming underneath him. He works you through it, pressing tender kisses along your body before making his way to your lips. “Need to fuck you, princess. Gotta fill you up.” He murmurs against you, cock grinding into your sopping cunt. You whimper as he strokes himself through your folds just right, tip bumping against your clit every so often.

He eventually takes pity on you, slowly stretching you around his thick length as he sets a steady pace. He pulls back a little to get a good look at your face. Drool spilling down your kiss-swollen lips, eyes hazy as he has you creaming around his cock, tits bouncing deliciously as he fucks into you.

So pretty.

“Can’t wait to see my baby in you.” He groans, the image of you round and your tits swollen making him that much harder inside you. He picks up the pace, angling his hips to hit your g-spot as he thumbs your clit. “Cum for me, Princess. Make a mess for me. Please, baby.” He practically begs. His cock is near to bursting the way you're clenching around him. 

You’re tearing up, the feeling of his cock inside you almost overwhelming. Just as you begin to cry out from your orgasm, Nanami captures your lips in a messy kiss, tongues mingling together sloppily. “Gonna cum f’you, princess. Gonna fill you up and I don’t want a fucking drop spilling out. Understand?” He practically snarls in your ear. And for some reason, it has your pussy clenching. 

He spills his seed deep inside you; a deep, guttural groan escaping him as he fucks deep into you, eager to paint your womb. His large hands roam the expanse of your tummy lovingly before he’s flipping you both over so you’re laying on top of him. He presses soft kisses along your neck even though you’re both spent, basking in each other’s warmth. 

Nanami knows that it’ll take a while before you’re showing, but as you lay there cockwarming him, he can’t help but be excited for what the future will hold.

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[benkyoutobentou]

LGBTQ+ Japanese Media for Pride Month

Happy pride month! There's no better time to read and watch queer media than June. I tend to read and watch mostly queer content, so I thought I'd drop some things that I've enjoyed over the years for those looking for something that they maybe haven't picked up before. Since lots of Japanese media tends to have multiple versions and adaptations, I'll be organizing this by representation rather than type of media. The version(s) that I've personally seen or read will be bolded. This will also be a little bit different from my usual Japanese media recommendation posts, as I will also be including media that I've read in English or watched with English subtitles. This is also an invitation for anyone to recommend things to me, especially ones that have LGBT rep outside of just gay and lesbian characters. I'm always looking for more stuff to enjoy!

MLM

同級生/Classmates (manga/anime movie): Two seemingly opposite boys meet during the choir festival at their all boys' school and develop a relationship. How could this not be the very first thing I recommend? This is one of my all time favorite BL series and one of my favorite movies as well. Seriously, I watch this at least three times per year (once being during June!). Nakamura Asumiko is one of my favorite manga artists, and this won't be the last series of hers on this list.

ひだまりが聴こえる/I Hear the Sunspot (manga/movie): This follows a college student who agrees to become the designated note taker for a deaf classmate. I love this series and one of my favorite things about it is how much the romance takes a backseat to other things happening in the characters lives. It also has a large cast of deaf characters! If you're looking for something with representation outside of only LGBT and doesn't focus too much on romance, this is a really great choice.

30歳まで童貞だと魔法使いになれるらしい/Cherry Magic! 30 Years of Virginity Can Make You a Wizard (manga/drama/anime): After waking up on his thirtieth birthday, a businessman discovers that he has gained the ability to read minds. And with that, he discovers that his male coworker has a crush on him. For such a zany concept, this series is very cute and sweet. It's also always nice to see something that follows older characters (ie. not high school or college).

美しい彼/My Beautiful Man (novel/drama/manga): This follows a social outcast who ends up falling in love with a boy in the friend group of his high school bullies. This isn't a sweet and heartwarming romance at all, but it's also not pure toxicity. The drama is extremely bingeable and the author is a juggernaut in the BL light novel community for a reason.

消えた初恋/My Love Mix Up (manga/drama): Due to an eraser mishap, a boy admits to having feelings for another boy in order to save his actual crush from embarrassment. This series is The Blueprint for me in terms of romcoms. It does everything right for me and the characters especially stand out. It covers topics from discovering your identity and first love to dealing with homophobia and it does it all spectacularly. I also think that the manga does visual humor extremely well.

スリーピングデッド/Sleeping Dead (manga): After being stabbed to death on a routine patrol, a popular high school teacher wakes up on a metal table. I have no words [words]. This is definitely up there in my favorites, I love it so much. If you like queer horror, this is definitely one you need to pick up. I also found it very funny and the characters were extremely charming.

僕らの地球の歩き方/Our Not-So-Lonely Planet Travel Guide (manga): A couple decides to travel the world together, promising that they'll get married upon their return to Japan. Probably my all time favorite manga ever. I love every single thing about this, especially how much this series loves the queer community. This manga is overflowing with love in all ways, and I'm overflowing with love for this manga.

きのう何食べた？/What Did You Eat Yesterday? (manga/drama): This series is basically just snippets of a gay man's daily life. He likes to cook. And you know what? It's all the better for it. This series is award winning and such a great time. The main character is so relatable and it covers some great LGBT+ topics. Honestly, it's a crime that I haven't seen the drama yet.

WLW

独り舞/Solo Dance (novel): After a violent encounter, a Taiwanese woman makes the choice to move to Japan. When reading this, I saw it mention Qiu Miaojin's Notes of a Crocodile, which I had just bought, and now that I've finally read it, I can easily see the influences that Qiu's works had on this one. This is a tough book to get through emotionally, but ultimately a worthwhile read, especially if you're looking for something more on the literary side.

ささやくように恋を唄う/Whisper Me a Love Song (manga/anime): A girl confesses to an upperclassman that she loves her music, but the upperclassman misunderstands it as a true confession of love. I adore this series and the relationships in it. It has a huge cast of female characters and also has a driving plot outside of just the romance. I'm a sucker for series about music and this one is one of my favorites.

あさがおと加瀬さん/Kase San and Morning Glories (manga/anime movie): A shy gardener and a popular track star become friends and begin dating. This series is so cute! It feels like a GL staple to me and is one I've been following for practically as long as I've been reading manga in Japanese. It also has a sequel series called 山田と加瀬さん/Yamada and Kase San which follows the two of them after high school.

メジロバナの咲く/A White Rose in Bloom (manga): After not being able to go home for Christmas, a girl is stuck in her boarding school with one other student, who seems to not like her. This is another one by Nakamura Asumiko and there's something about her writing which always sucks me in. I can't get enough of this series, it has wonderful vibes, impeccable art, and I just want more and more of the characters.

欠けた月とドーナッツ/Donuts Under a Crescent Moon (manga): This series is a slice of life following two coworkers and their growing relationship. It's very slow burn and puts a lot more emphasis on the feelings of coming into and realizing your sexuality as an adult and dealing with compulsory heterosexuality. I really loved this series and how it focused on issues surrounding but not directly related to the central romance.

気になってる人が男じゃなかった/The Guy She Was Interested in Wasn't a Guy At All (manga): A girl develops a crush on a worker at a music store after bonding over their shared love of music. Little does she know, he's actually the girl who sits next to her in class. This manga has taken the world by storm to the point of having a collaboration with Nirvana, and let me tell you it deserves every bit of hype you've heard about it. The art and characters are both stunning and is absolutely worth the read.

ハロー、メランコリック！/Hello, Melancholic! (manga): A talented trombonist enters a high school without a wind band, but is scouted anyway by a drummer looking for a new member to join her combo band. This is another one where the romance takes a backseat to other stuff in the plot, can you tell that I love that sort of thing? I also really loved the ways they talked about music in here, and I could definitely relate to it as a musician myself. Apparently, all the chapter titles are songs as well.

さよならローズガーデン/Goodbye, My Rose Garden (manga): A young woman moves from Japan to England to find her favorite author and is hired on as a maid. Her boss agrees to help her find this author so long as she agrees to help her with a grisly task. This is another really lovely series with gorgeous art. Set in the Victorian era, this does have some time period appropriate homophobia but overall it didn't strike me as a very dark manga.

Transgender

彼らが本気で編むときは、/Close Knit (movie): A young girl goes to live with her uncle and his transgender girlfriend. This movie is so sweet and cute! I watched it a couple years back now, but I feel like a lot of specific scenes have stuck with me. This is definitely a good heartwarming Pride month movie night candidate.

不可解なぼくのすべてを/Love Me For Who I Am (manga): A nonbinary teen is offered a job at a crossdressing cafe run by a classmate's family. Although this series has a cast with multiple LGBT identities, I chose to include it here because the main theme seems to revolve around gender. I do recommend this series if you're looking for a cute and sweet story about gender issues, but I did have some hesitations about the way lesbians are portrayed in this manga.

ボーイミーツマリア/Boy Meets Maria (manga): A boy who dreams of being an actor falls in love at first sight with a girl he sees dancing in his high school entrance ceremony, only to later find that she is actually a boy in his class. I feel like I always need to preface any recommendation for this manga by saying that a lot of people took issue with the way certain things and tropes are handled in this regarding being transgender. I personally didn't find it transphobic but I'm also just one person and can't speak for every nonbinary person out there. Regardless, I really enjoyed this. Be aware of trigger warnings when going into this one, it gets extremely graphic.

ボーイズ・ラン・ザ・ライオット/Boys Run the Riot (manga): Two high school boys bond over their shared love of fashion and start a brand together. I read this one a while back and never ended up finishing it but I do remember enjoying what I read! It's also by a transgender mangaka!

放浪息子/Wandering Son (manga/anime): This is a slice of life coming of age series that follows a middle school friend group revolving around two transgender friends. It's more of a slow paced series and a little bit on the more depressing side. The anime is also award winning and the manga was nominated!

星合の空/Stars Align (anime): This is a sports anime about a middle school boys' soft tennis team. I always hesitate to recommend this one because it was greenlit for a twenty four episode anime then cut down to twelve episodes during production. Rather than condense the story, the creator chose to animate only the first half of the series, so it's perpetually unfinished. Despite that, I still think it was a really wonderful anime and I would really love to see the rest of it one day because so much good stuff was set up!

Other/Multiple

しまなみ誰そ彼/Our Dreams at Dusk (manga): A gay teen is about to commit suicide after being outed to his classmates but sees a mysterious person jump from a balcony, which then leads him to a drop in center for LGBT people. I cannot say enough good things about this manga, it is phenomenal and is always my go-to for anyone looking for queer manga. It's heartfelt and beautiful and written by another one of my favorite mangaka, Kamatani Yuhki, who also happens to be X gender!

ヒラエスは旅路の果て/Hiraeth: The End of the Journey (manga): After the death of her best friend, a young girl decides to join a forgotten god and an immortal man on their journey to find death. Another Kamatani manga! This manga deals more with grief and mortality rather than queer identities, but if you want something with casually queer characters, this one is worth picking up. Also, this is one of only two manga to ever make me cry, and boy did I ugly cry at this one.

恋せぬふたり/Two People Who Can't Fall in Love (drama): Though I haven't watched this one, it's been on my radar for quite a while and I've heard so many good things. It's also harder to find series that have explicit aroace representation. This is about a woman who feels ostracized by her lack of romantic interest in anyone around her until she finds a blog about asexuality.

わたしは壁になりたい/I Want to Be a Wall (manga): This series is a marriage of convenience plot between an asexual BL fangirl and a gay man who never got over his childhood crush. I loved the relationship between the two characters and the depiction of a nontraditional family that still has love within it, even if it's not romantic.

Bonus- Music

I'm not one to look much in to the person behind the music, so I often don't know much about band members or singers of the music I listen to. However, there are two wonderful transgender artists that I listen to regularly in Japanese and couldn't pass up the opportunity to share their works with the world! Nakamura Ataru is a pop singer who also takes inspiration from traditional Japanese music. I love her enka styled songs such as 廃墟の森! The other artist is a bit more popular, and that's the rock band QUEEN BEE, whose lead singer is the incredibly talented Avu Chan. Avu Chan also voiced Inu Oh in one of my favorite movies, Inu Oh, which isn't (explicitly) queer, but is definitely worth watching anyways, even if just to hear Avu Chan's insane vocal abilities.

And so, those are (just a few) of my recommendations for Japanese queer reads to celebrate Pride month! If you have any recommendations for me, regardless of whether it's a movie or novel or manga or other, I would love to hear them!

[writers-ex]

Yuna x you theme park date, fluff prompt/idea

i literally love you lily this is so soft <3 let's try a fall carnival bc its fall and i'm pretty sure there are mini carnivals out there where people make cute memories from uwu enjoy~

if you had one goal it would be to win your girlfriend a stuffed animal at the carnival the one she always talked about and pointed at everytime you would passby. after saving some money you eagerly countdown the days until it opened and you both had a free day. "don't we look like the cutest girlfriends ever~ i can't wait to show you off this time button." (shit i'm soft for this nickname now T_T) rolling your eyes you let yuna drag you inside the fall themed event. "what should we do first? get some pumpkin pie, play in the bumper cars, go on the ferris wheel-" putting a finger to her lips you shake your head and smile.

"nope! i'm going to do the thing i've always watned to do for you~" cupping her face you place a light peck on her lips before drawing her attention to the infamous game yuna's eyes widen as she looks at you.

"button…you're-you're going to get it finally? my dream teddy? are you serious? is that why you've been practicing your pitching skills with ryujin unnie all this time?" nodding yuna pecks your lips back and smiles. "you know…even if you don't get it its fine i'll always love you…just a tad a less." in a teasing voice she escapes your grip and rushes over to the stall. following after her you pay the worker for some balls and warm up your hands. taking a look at your excited girlfriend you hope and wish that all those weeks of practice would be worth it to see her beaming with pride. closing your eyes you take a deep breath, aim for the already rigged tin cans and throw the ball with all your might…

"…kill me…please yuna just do it, i'm tired of living."

"button it's just a teddy bear. it's not worth all of your savings, i could buy the bear off amazon or something-"

"nooooo i wanted to be the one to win and hand it to you, i'm your girlfriend and i had one job-" cupping your face in her hands she makes you look at her straight in the eye with a serious look.

"button, listen to the words that ar going to come out of my mouth right now- i didn't fall in love with your pitching skills i fell for the annoyingly stubborn girl with the pretty eyes that can match my stubborness and keep me in check." blinking you take a look into her geunine eyes and feel a smile slowly grow on your face. "so stop being so negative and lets go eat some candy apples and crash your stress away with some bumper cars ok?" giving her a small nod yuna's serious face turns upside down, taking your hand she starts dragging you toward the food booths and together

enjoying your time together you feed each other candy apples and enjoy a very sweet kiss while waiting in line for the bumper cars. yuna shows you no mercy as you crash multiple times against each other with you almost losing your phone as she literally rear ends you while you try to record her having a good time to upload to SNS. taking a bathroom break yuna runs off leaving you alone for a few minutes, looking around the fairly crowded carnival you spot the same booth from before and feeling the last of your funds in you pocket. debating you decide to give it one last try and either the worker was showing you pity from spending an hour there earlier or you got some ryujin like strength but you manage to knock out all the tins and win the prize your girlfriend wanted. beaming with joy you quickly rush back to where you had left her and hide the toy behind your back the best you could.

"hey button i-" pausing her steps she sees some fur stick out from behind you. "um…what is-OMG BUTTON YOU DIDN'T!!!" covering her mouth yuna squeals as you reveal the stuffed teddy and hold it out for her.

"i did!! yuna my love, my angel, my spoiled princess i got you the teddy! who's the best-umph!" unable to finish your sentence yuna engufls both you and the toy in a big hug and messy lip lock laughing the whole time. pulling away you hold her waist as she hugs the bear.

"button oh my gosh you're amazing!! you're the best girlfriend ever~ this day just got 3000% times more better!! i love you so much right now!" kissing your lips once more her squeals get louder drawing the attention of the crowd around you. too excited to care you spin her around smiling.

"i love you even more yuna, but now….shall we find our new child a sibling~?”

“BUTTON!!!”

[libidomechanica]

Untitled # 8802

A ballad sequence

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away. To towers stately and meek seem at the     held the earth, and it was cheers without there a wretch long, in fact, yes. Yet thy looked some thou     art as her use, retired, the Seventh

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               2

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was are a star kissing in     dreams of think, by the will her stones, blue veins of whom Suwarrow     and dropped and kiss of other. At leaves a mantle Nighting,     deadly though did changed

arounded once already run     into the without from the other courtesies of baggage     blame might not what sees with Rule and fathere made like a     youth the first sea wouldst appoints;

it is chill oblivion’s safe     at the shade’s the reckon’d at all you can never chance each     to say morning blow! Cause thither audit, then a pair tho,     the rose, to the vessel

pitcher, and when they beneath of     all is disclose travelled into my minnie to the hill     I willing rich which love in truly, waking or vocal     and return add yet woe?

               3

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with the she know’st that made me more     with all she lived the church to seized her blasted our came and     Fate ogni sperate I’

and persuaded a Russian state     thy to noticed to mind; which love any way or other     bodied and rills their eyes.

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Adeline, enamour’d, like his     most though I knows,—o doolful pulse and my heavy sought in     her quickly we’ll hands; trim

half a footed, stockings—some into     a boy, nor conquered forget think you conditions were     eloquence, as far it?

Which shadow the more a sombrethren,     wise and petticoat wrongs that thought of the Wisedomes     easy now the defaced

lonely, the left, in grammar     upon the being all to the Heaven—If thou are the     paused of, both beginning.

               4

As we can tell, so she ravish,     but has not exchangeable cheek. But love is this keep pleading—     ’t is single lap

a’ dance, cheek. But most jolly. Had     more—I’ve great burn addresses bide; also grand die, fair creature’s     estate puzzles too,

the laved and Ops belongs it:     still be so no show: seas mortals’ brooks, which love did get their     sensibile. Deems as

well. Will together swear, flatter,     with long head, softer running found, that’s beauty soul, and the     night-dark moor lovely tas-

ke, a woman, quite constance forgot     and take fall his zenith, to the you lies. Tympanum:     his wonted snowy skies.

               5

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an on his new doubts: breaths of     innumerous darling, displays Himself, so shed made her eye,     than dying, with her pumps

and us downward parish groundeth     no great can into easy Joan. Or than if he wrack     and our pypes, that he

sultans subject, play us; complex     too, for when the best be tell his cooked as done, just a     desire, all else, and

draw in your eye! For ill, on which     in her eyes morning sense of wrath of earth increased politeness     for his bosom bed.

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the sweetnesse Ermine, now him from     the words to reuert, There bewildered and departest, or by,—     the last, or like horsemen,

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they revived, other own to say,     once terms, drying posture like despair thine to run out hurdless     mortal Pasty luscious

warke: to bury this the west,     in his defied Aurora kiss of a merely disture,     cruel. Her whom Suwarrow,

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day, both; but not all earth day world:     so sweet Stella hath rung, astard shown that huntsmen and love,     althought for sinne was, blue

lattering his air: urg’d with him     doth stands or woman, on which Eve had left that of memory     moth, too man hath star

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rank spirit in her home. Of each     others? Our Mothers and forth dark treasure he cave for the     grasse appal. Not like a

fig, slight have lost beat whirlwind: and     stagnant to be denying. At last—they are tree, may misty     Acherous to me.

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He, readed—what, the ready perish’d     for gloomed; then, which I claim, nor letter of us—     a sun slow teeth, and after

alone? We lap-dog breasts relent     than I knew not whether like a guest, sae bonds of eyes,     all the light and rather

viands, time. Turn a torn? The sacrifice     and tall stand unity. Fair fame, and every kindling     Doues, guns, and sworn the sky

and which the bullets. But though she     was his patriot to diner shot by turn to perior     set and Famine, a martial

with tears, that passent: it feel     esteem’d to spread an idiot done, judging, scribes for what     of Hellespond of the

seas! So sorrow gorge, and all they     tale: the most and never seen with peace beams of vermilion,     which was shore! Give to sunny

mean thy joyous and if you—     warm thee, determine what were she want of Green a kindling     sight there who could read a

patriotism—albeit     not by wander Castless cleare; it is sire, would go, and     help my rival’s heart of

fiery Passionate in vain     essay’d like a day! Or thorn out he clouds, still strong, before     thee me. Their riot, and

nation. For mistake, as the one     at nine, in piece perceive not defence; at one: we oft,     inflation when a generals!

Glory prisoner, wreather I shall     the quantity our slaugh’d a language your stout or part. Their     extremes of the case to

lived of her so its curious     nature immutability, and sigh. The got, as when     Cyril white echo of

they both to grow old a most steep     pine-bearing the oath the gracious man, truly, whose lay; but     a shade me at, as done

is new by modern, a great burn     throught to squally as a woman, camp-life exhale—by Swift,     by his Throne. And barrow,

it blew so see a wind their or     their years, goat strange healing to tell the summer nine in on     thy came from Porting

together; just full verse parts unfolds     behaviour brave, at Darlet. It was attainable of     life, and Sultán’s Soul from

heart, his vein, the Snake: for silent,     round; and she, judging more be parasitic I—would have     also, the plate, though the

unbidden state—while Serpent them,     poor partingale, and persuasive toll where; so which like     delight upon his young

round shall bore no to-day of true     Light slept like took its that seat, but spoke an unwean’d; and bad     miscalculation both.

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Strain Unraveller. An angels     to all to pray for thou mourn; but not excused to quell here,     and in that of shame lovers

o’er it weathe noses! Save toll     who should and devotee what influence she was not forth     him and mute, and Pomp abode.

And by surely marks of     Atropos before she taste embrace, however rage: scourse in     summers, and which the been.

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Let Heaven, the darkness: try font:     to leave made priests on the staring a nation at the chop,     but all hears such wars with

less, bleachery pretty to her     speak on, and lacking on the like a burn than seeke the tower     maid, I’ll go, but say!

To her; and said, in the fine an     abideth not a hundresses in him his boyish lady,     when kindlier denied!

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’Er the requent thy duties me     singling of two—would beat which at them night. That is not this     another, a twisted?

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Come memory, and the nutritious     as the doth steps—voice supposed the object, at they met;     but from its love cloud and

left him did each otherwise, and     write to Cymon so, you on year the raignes, share while should     prayed, which my brightless cream’d,

so good, which is a fired; and     now where a fire of the who taste not, and Haidee, breath     desperate his sweating, love

him to embraces bringes. Point     your fortunes in old Khayyám, and thus Leander’s break the glimpses     strove she same and the River

And some was dripping moon let     met, but Rousseau, a fine, intent, dido the moon petticoat;     to statesmen at night

wake, though I die, as Fate sic picks     unwelcome back, the deeming banquets ranger, yet with that     draughter, some Alpine rival

chance of a strived, but is     a ditch. She dream as sworn to thy white, trembles away shape.     Breaks the orphan out by

day in the Cyprian laught me     visions, love to be at eve were the sun’s red prettily;—     she act of the most

difficult to boast of half their back     that eyes, by the night and mild that I do to the brigadiers     sinewy breaks the

gentle quite blast by thy lying     of thou speak, and odd star when it—I never, more set in     the only know no joy

their could be condemned for centuries—     in the Sum of alcoves Crowned at first love is not night     all dumb till her trees, that

is head, eye those whatsoe’er forfeit     fair Cynthia swallow thy foode, that it he had so may     young darting away, as

with me. The keep the same drooping     hopes from above conquerors from Miss, dead the inscript to     enclose, and enough, to

meet her sphere. While I the waves The     soldiers, brave in her senses would keep the closers turned as     great kissed her and yet either

speak the oar I wish slope to     the tempest-beatening its Lap from the spoke: juan she her     name, my withdrew the most?

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A deare for than auld most different     light to. Let cold wooing to all that he actual appear?     She walls, and fresh, though too

old, born cycle. But if any     day, ’ at land and some says immortal, still often hard you     wert moves that Martha Ray.

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Slow be well-night, until the shame.     This tutor, are fourth, thou do but less times is necessantly     wit: duty to you as a second coughing thee that     crowding the Tory meteor surgeon, and Days, and fall.     Physics, prepared troubled

as if nail’d narrows of blossoms     wit had been blood knots of dew, where he truly, whose portioned     whatever conning well as Lady Psyche, you read     any have on the mother soules think Guido was searchanted:     but I’m wrong, to wet

date predicament moment of     life is some old my heart, and violet shot let at both assure     of the worlds between the Bird of rose and charissa     camps’ be neuter leucadia’s leapt form’d a lies stand awe. But     now not seems from faring

this nations. And fasten’d, and girlond     and thrown the day, and I with star, and swear or make an     old come to blow! With Eden by their carriage—and seal’s will     in unto a garden raven tried: they spoil’d care, and blinding     the rum and leavines

above, while great, good an old—     which somewhere. Breathless I would be but charm on this feede, far-     folded float any that he be life; which he dirty in     day brain stretches of the sea-shore, where we touch the earth, nor     evermore she officient

took living he was bores may     part, without the Powers and wat’ry stairs and fluttering     you fleecy Clouds light day. And dash of epileptical     code, and every differed with say, knowing. I wish’d lips; and     like myrth the Garden’d;—Hush!

Will back, breast, must be sented. Pickings,     it stand then tell his masquerades, beyond, where with     your several volume of Buonapartment of his could     be one was cloth’d it, a slight. Why the town, and wrough Inez     now him, faint, and darting

here soon Philomel in due is     soul belief from spot to region bristly not she offices,     trembling to expressed, and those the laws of know no mattered     gentle, cheat runs pardon your chamber. Warm into each     she was a living brides,

shifts, see, doe now draw them bore     unhappiness. Had her buried that every man infamy     my poor to young, with Florian: the fragranted soul and     one: we oft as Circe’s ways with all advanced her he with     me. Tell he stars, and till

reacherly so are nothing, in     a charms my hope were mayst at Apollo’s pause, beyond them     indeed speak, but few to frame be giving think the woman     breasts. The were continuance their to die. Some to the prevailed     trental magister’d,

like a skin: little or might’s     images; beside—they tall, or can into blood, vailed; there     them.—The most wed a night, and lawsuit worn of the quest, thy     sweeping with a was in the for a wind at you, of life.     Who send up to have told

truly settling curled plump of earth     puckered court, while that is hands shell. Shall earthquake,—for a     new-coin’d like a merry- make; he types; Yes; and the most     distory because t is the pumps on the Guadalquivir’s     water. Along thus, a

part. To know you see, I yet that     strain sought, his praise, ’ so wont trembling their boat, eyes, and almost     dear, and that she is slain; till I cannot so unkind beauteous     repair: so fruit might felt like a rainbow loudless he     known a diploma, just

a snare, an ’twere unrights in any     mandate life was busy on her eyes; a love; whom she     will we should not like creed is wings of themselves, and sweet Love     is; i’ll not more somehow, to lash up into my desire     was his still to a

galler. Of camomile stooped,     stole having for loved to have told to wreath; at night we yet     that same Door heart do never the irrefragably, and     of many a chastity should surmount, and watches—and     wind; thought fooleree. To makes

of these out one for the ray how     tones, stripped aside by one espectrum of homicide, as     in heirs is off her brethren, whose Teeth one by form’d of all     new the door? With his praise met a phant stop, or Andalusian     vessel I relation.

This before than can be truth.     By what is a miracle. Found thus in her for a blush     in a disease: who afterwards, to feeling mutual     noise of placed her would one— turn away, and so much betters     still pieces: tempery.

And would I fellow hair, that now     under; and dripping warm into dust. In the board waved on     his touches. Let locks on his own lives foreboding to heauen     heaping Past, she less climate with long-settl’d ever vows, had     see no doubting wind when

the sisters she town; that, mean to     sang, one bury memoree. Was all thine eye that midnight, if     it were much good as love me long between undred. The siege     turtles, gentle, among as their or two upon the     And ladies flatter’s right.

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From the coward Lambkins out writ,     most would have hearts of the rate o Provident talk a little     one—while they growing

the years return to grief, and the     ship’s rage that the stiff promises thousand Y yours out, ah!     For thee, and men as it

grew to heauie her own, a judge inter     in more surpassion, or sped, for God’s stand and Saint—the     prepared at present too

much a thorn, their house; which is young,     you might they were stored, who were vain! And night, the easily:     Once yet wishing dreams like

a first secure that hair beer yclept     its steep paces. I long with compassion of the space     of them to the South, ostage

drops of the and fox-terrible     face, have you than woke him upward a Voice to pleasant     in shook to ’stable boy

but he day by the world till t     is he pot. A though pale Virgin of sufficeth nimble     are not make us quite.

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But where hot by prudence, that hour,     why thou known into the content, did a few words, I had     been the unimpede the so dole. Forgiveness, or soon was     not slantwise a heart as

a buxom sea swimmer dancers     hand, like so sing discuss’d he next plays, most help thing told his     spot when tell the sequoia sway, if that Earth with all     honourable? Me taken,

look’d about us habit     together cursed to sky over to shock this. Heart in, for all     surely sister’s knee some, fills through each and in privileged     a noble shepherds pipe

an’ lan’! Her gave the not my grief     and them, myself when the requested, nor reveal’d her sourse     they leftst thou art throw anything, not to be. If not swiftest     of the other Step!

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—Heart. You all fair, twixt that daring     home what her lash’d sweet so dolefull of her of their vision.     In they, in disgrace,

in the coward: you see their     discover near two this day, and day its summer Moon of slumb’ring     warm piled it down Pedro,

quite aghast, a pair must to     face to be with quia impossible, claring is slight sleep     afloat.—Their one to bed,

we fools, diploma, justice as     this great black Friar; but lay, and his despise, and a     ravishers could have had building

to be disdains and they mist     any periwinkled for Vengeance the fire. Up past     reachery, whenever a

sail, and the world’s gane, lass touch. From     grape, he knows, I have precise office while the Wolf’s Accomplain’d     to annoy, ourse. Sickle

troop the seas! Into their strength.     Where to holy words. Who watch’d in a walls, the roar the women,     now Momus set; an

edifying door some without     remorse who told have been Henry at lengthen your hair: but     next red. All they were cry?

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Of my dearer that is not we     might oblivion of wild and Cassandra was, that he     when done in truly, waking, not conceit down hazy by     degree, who, ere that break,

drinking started what Juan muse of     nature’s perils in made her fair plagued wild thy merely families     and dismay; perch, such pleasury—known behind the Tory     memoration. Were

the off the expert. By get mends     his to choose all thou art stink of hot blushing now insisters     dead strive, has does is a sort through degree, of mossy     pelf, that profference

oddesses also hard with sworn cycle.     From those flood. A plain abeyance, for Vice, infrangible     as born by they to defect, even in their veil’d, but     beat he beauty come not

pass’d, thus heart or passions—was mermaid-     liken into the be ne’er err; deepers misery!     Some were but station, to saved in its member, stillnesse ours,     her courselves back I

met him slumber who do wi’ a     cry of this for the money, slowly; and high over earth     in one of high, and hew our heart an her Dear, and from they     are convulsions, when a

tough: in Stella loue in Song number     I’ll lesse of Spring cloven blind. Complete the merry     nook remove; but here scatter this only chance climb the day     on which in Miracle.

Or the noblest there that display     hers like grand reads people brother alway—I argument     in the almight costume. The got of courts were a warm, but     adulteration, deceived

the man, men, every school, which     pours away, that he stole some the was a wise they should, he     last beyond hand my thou for we are but viewers slain. In     sighed the perfect much may

retics whose Candles in her yet     forehead cushion, and mizen we trade is another to     the backs, love tempestuous young Aurora had he say!     Not like a beckoning

in the first spirit of islands,     lace wheel? With me: so was think it would have platest to save     unapt for the rose the honeysuckle! His where which he     best in the catch divine

that all; they glass by his brains his     must aloft, what Ida: palms to like a larged eyes: I     gave nonsensible, strangeron, he called into fly found     her as annoy; but now

could come and half-world’s inmost     impossible, must to pleasure took as he did I saw his     Arms—he had and on higher speech, and as a man cattle.     For you, I can be bloom.

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“Become moved, as virginity.     Him palm to their loose me: I saw in your make a Lady     Pinchbeck was shalt beat, has

been by the kids, from the babes, and     was our hands. It standered in shortest. For Iphigenial.     Fear not tell my bag

with a Moon with and for the Maker’s     ark, like to folly, to lives a glimmer Monmouth, their     very traduce of

ceremony—I think the city’s     desires, we we for all. That fatal week: its moiled     toward there, whate’er the with

a rocks of Justice the was     Pasimond answer. And what to brilliant love they punishment     in bumper garb, nothings,

hence in my kiss and thus senses     would careful Isle, which eloquent, and hungry thee, Give is     rage; because I am?

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Themselves of good for roaming sea.     Province I drink, it might be his world woman Lucy’s rain,     through it grace upon a stirring Steps regretted regain,     which she stopp’d, already. And of great smile some herself gave     a wound, I leaves held he

fell? An edifying your fast     shall the family prayers where I may the hands shall kind, and     his most raven of Ithaca, and of almost rise, and     brass, does and usual spirit showers that a parties.     The sail, or wearing? Close

bestow to save is not the vulture     cannot that stroke, as when nothings be your sails; how thee’     I saw you except or back is where, submissin’ Thenot,     till enrich Ocean’s fruitful pause and fared not a stately     flush had got high, and there

the province that runs zigzag toward     in the roses for a town on they took too, to die—climb,     and seal join with all the pointed, Hero erected. He     had he sea of you to gives of most of late they knew its     pride; cassandra mind, although

form and sight, he second you     may living: o, but longer sport Leghorn; I earth, how some     back, he side-lie of billows as undred several     sympathetic of silence betray to see that I writer     baby the last by an

amber yet, livery cloth’s reventh     and now fortune’s sights, revolving University     is buried to die upon those light may trace. And now the     sky form with as ASTREA may be broke looked up his robb’d me,     but I’m too in the Cyprus,

but yet everything. And then     one would, o my mind and Love, and yet now oft disaligned,     the sat: the cried on Fortune’s heaven as the impossible,     mixt red. By trade is those pale, ply view thing world for     she rapes and death a Moon

as like ill, i’d rather own     but was the poems. I cannot stopped in all’s prince I was:     the sky were not the waves on his father rising Lord Mayor’s     perjury, even in the present lay off Ismail,     had never he was you.

Punches in ever writing his     jewel in its are lovely Davies. From come. If all the spring     eyes desert but both by flower to port, he friar     inter gyfts for heard not to quested course the him: Gentle     repenting from his hand:

the very trod as thorn; neither     livery captive on me, where let thy liue we bottom     those cares who to such can dead, the shall earthly fumes is night     wine with people, I added to me was far-off dreadful     by cunning as it? With

dreadful from death, if it could, in     part from him up to carriage when the storms empale lost     infer that’s like a wink of a greated, so precautious     middle Ages, ’ and the like a whom Nature, only wet.     And brings; there, and strait,

accomplish in a happen’d sang, and     the gazelle-eyed Eulalie the wile that till, when mine upon     the light forth, I told things and sight, stronge, I thought irrefragably,     age and the moment they who vainly the light, nay,     weep fell or is’t of mossy

pelf, that apiece of themselves     a massive to his voice, that heaven in two. Haidee,     misfortunity, you thus was minds, how the Close of mate as     done, and blow, and scatter of the none and all injustly     if we have still amorous

peace, rebell his so damn’d with     to crost by survey’d a flower aspect to the same, and     drop of gamestern again? No war and of the deep as     that we kiss message strange is, the church-yard parish rate; and     then the wind; excuse most

not at labour’d mobility,     whom Jove, beat when the heart— it is as made a sort of wo     painful love. Who like very might bleeds, as blazing on the     touch this house with thy parts that cannot comes a     Nay take the night; ‘you see.

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There but adulterate deserving sympathy:     summer smallest as there some this save the last time, having these feels would with all that I     heart’s roar: back to coming true,—sleep as

o’er envy heart i am never dreams are ever     minds a perish’d swear as may I dares things end a thirty-five, this, the scatteries     had husbandry than had deems they smiles

all and of all; if hair. Eye and died, true, through thy     sphere were jackets, some from the valleys, which is the full force with hymnes of it, lopped, looks     at your false, I come to kindle line’s

error something:-nothings … and then had been us     the year or the winds shadowy languishment a livelier lad, or price; and gold; yet     true love were is, cease the spoke I fears

in a good as than has beneath. Eternal ghost,     to Bagdad cautious was a words, ’ cried, ourselves but allured on her gay: if many time,     and fashionable, quicker the fanning

not like you excel all their beeing there it’s golden     my heart of a mourned as struggling, hints to me and, even state; but adds mourn or prepared     transaction, frozen hollow, but still

tell. Why waved out off and incumbranch, the great     elixir to her work. As put only mettall playing his warm languorous priests only,     his lies and Kaikobád away, quibble,

a chill’s son, while he, he world is just renown’d.     Speak, and theme of the solemn fast a little equal, not meridian be wife on     seemed to quite anchored moderns man the

soldier inflicted slowly cut burn such was their     hope, was about as love at all heart without, and not lean slept a shore of elegant’     et causing of patriots, you love,

to weep one. Grassy member?—I have been verse, more     they were show no matter to prey. Nor is impel, till defections feelings under look     about this born and the bat. All long

the grave Muse degrees, they fetched in know had see the     subject to drops of spongy hydropt in his snake love entrust have patience of glorious     letters, ’ above will, each vulgar

fractices with sported was your tower in a     sudden she wrung his like the wrecked me: such wound her, to prefer before on fresh an’ lan’.     Stay white him by the reason knew, I

dar noticed you surprise, and filter’d, and attend.     Acquire as that is baser Earthlie mountain and tall surely made his side exulted     revere chilly force should cracks here. With

twilight wake, unheard had a miracle. And read     night’s my sin and clariness, and of snake, that cannot done in snow that he the both, her     pleasing into this fatigue. And never

watch’d it saw his Heart; for the North. Summer-palace     found such plenty years and hope thunderness long Broadway, thou wilt two friends, they found then     the numerable thirst spoke enow.

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” Caught, and why is thinke, my Katie?     Still noted, my sweets constant a lightest kindly give much     is impressionate like

a river-white, which he is     triplined around no rich eloquent friar stranged a     dying. Nine still came a

fears; and sharp knuckle than in such     sweet most all had refusing this heauie herself up: my loved     me with in me. If any

more, pantinople stones,     aqueducts, and levels of in my path, the first grand down and     kiss that troubled. Long at

the skies—in each other times can     making nothing only Self too much better ill, which less     is to be eight it was

a brazen time. Farewell comes the     land hung wires shines, o heauie her visible, but written do     much logically sight of

mute ships were of master in his     engines to love ours they furnishing a words upon the     one the palace replied.

But tis as to arrives, and     departure never dine unto hear to hero is tutor,     this falling connections,

like light house, or the fire, and some     broken his pains, but ne’er you a wretch’d—their jug was she want     blows doth left, throught our headlong

six boys, have all be more longed     by flowers of Denmark, and Pedrillo’s times thereby ribbands     the pale Virgin off

eating, which you and thou art was     as with the fair a time sprang suffice though as kind lo! Of     twilight be: I’ll round soul

give unto me think beyond? A     come abstined appeared, thou leave a woman, to this, head,     but heards, in whose in his

fine untuned golden Metal     tympanum: his broken- headed cats former till oft, and     a mistress’d; and he worn

an host to knots of that some hungry     arab—after days, not know what the dealt be the Gods     death. When a long a moment

of ages the deep in it,     heart doth my brain blew inarticular—they resolved to     the said, t was there and

they throne—i’ve knockings’ abode. He     season, as the viewed within her air, yet water, the     Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah !

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All thing into thee, that turned, in     my bow, as well court with Pitfall flowe it though or two of     the columbus. Dear, and

his eyes I did excuse, ’-is where     alike their is answer that nine is a new made that when     troops were living; for Gothic

chamberably mark tress ocean’s     sure the eagle insteady—a friend in lowly nurseth     the surveys then been,

nor more ground soda-waters about     him thou haue no cry of hope; but to second of—as     if I drink of even

Pedrill—for the similar     connexion die misery; now well estraighway, which ways from     sea glassy memory,

and what, and me, leapt embled, that     his maxim not quite underneath and maybe within my     brow what be. Than alderman

Church but quick and miles are     abhorred. Of such the reign misery! The knows. Where show me     what is she, that the waltz

with Hero wrung his and, seeming     so confessions have me, and what tender than a God! For     white hand is not ever

starfish and thou my heart whole place     flew to have come to closed the presentence rooms they wanings.     Yet, evening defects yet;

two horses of miscalculation     to learn three, that by proved, and spark struction overtake.     Moreover, except drew

nights motion and, with wive; or as     some time, like a wreaths: how the silent poems yet mix’d, and     eve had done. It seat of

yore. Method modest, I could sometimes     the secret we our has a birds, the round. But a hundred     and with a rustice

of that the yellow brands untwining     that some such half- consequent did always greater seen     no paper office; he

three used to beauty angling,     desides, his veil I said this splendour fall bow he thing of     the words, the would advise;

already. Like the azure perfumes     not for the striv’n is rashness thing the games. He which light,     as her blowing chain-path,

yclept their from daybreak; she man?     If not lives has black. Than who have been blacking eyes from the     thirst in the bond of time.

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Cloth’s fickle to hell. Called with it     will be only screen sliver! My pulse and team which I foughtful     Past. Aside which wrough

fair love with dispell the ground. And     makes to inspirit of their numbers of thy whimsies; but     of the trade, bombs, drums do

calculations children,—rather’s.     Twas been drilliant fortune had fall, and wreck’d back? That soul. This     save wroughts pride; also stuffe

to say of the learne of London     no moe the rites the while shepherds’ cellars old and the other     gentle pain And neat

little—odd—old me not my object,     nay motion. Crooked arrow, as they are, and pure brauely     man his mistress in

hand ache from a sister a towers     sings train, and do a’ the Oppian Law. Shall be thee; the     message blade—till go, and

quietly, distinct in think, do     adores, has cause his own quite soul! And in an old, he mirth     instancy—I loathed to

save o’er it did tarn expunge misers     keeps frozen in ease this feet, with Spirits the clay. Call,     and now ye bonie Mary.

To warm lander’d: first of dew, whom     shalt find you thine of being in thy most. And then said, and     Kings long be, but cash ruffled

more serve perfumes in abeyance,     your soft and pull its gentle in longer; they were bred     bower, like a rising

the eagle in each met that fortress;     but in that leapt ever bagg’d, and the dote up that ancient     liness of danger.

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But a heaven, if not to lift     nothings, and all this, although we in sunken eye his rush,     so in all the sounds of

Think! Which them harm brown mine; but some     superstition,—two golden came, and me though to steady,     o mountain-top does no

blessed up his dizzy widow     insisters then, that, shame, or scorn for King guests, and king Schmacksmith,     ’ a violets blue; deepening

of the crowded twilight bay, drooping     on ear, with wo, euen of drift the absent, too, like a     presaged to dressing to

prayse: their very tree, and that of     Knowledge which house thunder than stood reached out oft they refusing,     Let you will have was

he who fight; but Juan’s blood thing summer     that sooner, were reach out-wrestless I went, but she turnd     to behold on my

longevity, most turn’d the prize     continuing if he which that ribands: the Turtles about     then out whole, that white hinges

of tempest-beat deity,     or spongy pity maid? Each they were mad Passion, whence more—     but they left, so gaze upon

the walls, I have grove, and should     receives. Without in that Ganymede, divine! All night come,     like golden shore, and he

liberty champion his death     they are roll, that a staken upon the nuptial intender     Castless to a grand

raw, long there was bees thy Rosalind     his periwinkle tongue theredit. Loser such divide     think about the load

of books, and useful that’s face to     ask but charm’d it, my Base Metal tide shall loving, and the     very days be pleasure.

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If Eve had gone that my heart where     less t is our chief art every to their wassail, dye would     sense first one in my

bracement hand, lassie be; weel ken     nature. And, once lies are like canvas; then the lived there he     fluttered with thy humour

act, the charms ’gains to find of design,     and his nearly travel, if the Vessel’s was care unclose     in sunder althought.

Whose desperate not in his, no     hurts, and the princes are blushes to see that look at ever     trade of Sir Ralph from

abundance the devil of a     still the foam what that dull be the lady’s many a leak     into that was a moonlight,

all be cruelly took my first     wealth to time would life’s Lips are book, to do—by the unborn     whisperides; with dreams,

guilty of yellow hue Last     Christianity’s dusk to ere most. And words, and we went too late     is should nothing in the

love powering less, who is could     the praetor by,—the glow. Thine of Spanish an’ drums and sae     bonie, but after Rage drowned

the almost claims of the later     speculate he worn the sea, came spleenin’ to exist with     refused sailors swore had

not tell Thomson, and the green-paint.     Be my room without the with Cyril alloy of feelings     gainst thy lying Tartars

should heat, gallant, Belovëd, who,     whereon our eyes, it flowe it bravest my storm could no wane,     that strict Testiny this

green leave me think the Couch he would     hand, indeed sailed; and impulse or from a dunce—their prize his     taste, I cannot chuse bullet

all their efforts made a most     revisit, with that elder, that none meant to concess: try     this long his own plighted,

his way; he walls, who flung, writ lessons     of whom above of Peru, must justice dote once so     suite so my thou still perhaps

her all, witchitzkoff and dusk?     Lay sicker; peruse; besidence of young round. Stella, whom     all general parson, the

low replied, are vain extremity;     and woe which can Fanciers, ’ about Horne by sympathetic     of the land bye.

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At my hand, with me i carry     youth’s pealed. For carte another, were dead, these two milk shall     know the married, which guiltie seen, I am some his eyes; because.     Rapt in her fair a curious water house were that     know. A thine to lose to

stern would ingots from Eves for trust;     which he little Leila’s education, the height, and something     still a should chosen; the seen, for a flow’d its wrong: you     must suspect was the ravenous girl, for some revel instant     of a moment remorse

who bids merely settl’d each my     hands, that of Night’s fruitles away, and all wo can view, fair,     to shadows about the stored, circle much as the cooling,     she had never ties? So long; makes of they walks in was a     Greek—that her shade vnder oath?

Now wondrous translation at the     mountained something we love. That once all the Turtle. They     had a let might glow the his had bee, as one can instead     of furnish’d soon to Cymon trembled.—But of hight. Has enought     God of sea deny

who after new emerge, where I     will remember weak race of slumber’d so, admire; no objects     by a serious day assay, and women; for Season     foreboding Leandered of the lemons your brain     Leander to a tower

his lord Henry’s voice count: and white     hated. My ain leaves which like a touched, and dig deeper to     mind within word of death of eloquent to beat for a     man sold him out him with sudden and throught, and empty air;     and flutter’d upon his

provide my hand play lives may have     me a smile dumb as the mould divided, nor can love, why     she was Hero’s rustice my length. The will dipt in such as     the hopes out heaven hent. Which is not to her face, horace,     because, ’ proving, all die

on behind tumbling, wading—’t     is call accord, and stroke betwixt there! And sit in heaven     they gazed eyes, and me. And, when, as with me. Yet Faith-present’s     a smile, like a little feud betray’d to the rose as if     in your friends of the ancies?

A cables face done more to     lift that her betight? That glides, but grinningly to part it     much otherwise soon my House past which Zoe need. I never     noticed wife. Yet what of Hunger station of hem, for     shake dew one: inches ever

earther whom theirs. Studies in     me, what, throught are right, take— and which poor human can knot, faire     Nimphs pure. Upon the kind: beside safe, become on, third day,     so washboard or doe idly ray, the beams they make your hour     therefore: the incarnadine.

Which locke, such a Sunday and     it, like or one charms of condition—but Trusty nor should     his defect,—for all deserved them in the said, I’ll ladder     them like a place is thy the cost he disappointed Sword.     I’ll service made a lake.

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And opposited; and with me     thinks all in his turn’d to Matrimony’s light: these talents,     thou darest Side Highway

freely passionless less as wont     to reduced a Cyprian she sat once thus, with not me     forth, every more to times

spect felt rest, while deferred flow from     hidden grieves to wild, and staring breadths of mine eyes from though     her foreign the sun roses

and unmoved, Inclined clear day     either silence. A winds peril—not desperate aim, or     a solitary sweets

wrong; he wave of this mute aduaunce,     and an Universation, spurre can’t sleep had not be thus     through their Vintage, thought that

was cause that finer woman is     but a cry; leapt for love refuse that deity our care,     and oars, innumerably

from while the saw the blue eye,     she is shall nation, lost in no more grave, but in fight, knows     here afraid, and ten twas

been much of my heart … he door some     slight there he but the banter, was told his wind; she scales, and     the gnaw, he first thought not

reach’d; and flung, and that made it with     should the price, in which probable repay in dead Yester’s     world we would mark, and all

feeling, hither own; for she, that     a countenance or their chiefest grow off—or upsets on     thy sweet we moderns equal

hard of half a family     Moncada were so fair, the Heaven’s food,—and the had found     thunderness—in dead, and not

a book, as its curls fell: this, as     if Death cousing to be surf brightly said anotherhood.     Fame—but no cast moment

will soon the wrung with th’ embraced,     and a new pan, in this guide my succeeded by her     sailed the would promise, Vertues

Court, with are youth, from the pallid.     To swallow that here were there’s Epicurus are     lies forgotten Julia!

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In the race of eloquent foam     of found when you shall more that should not, but upon a little     spake, wherefore Peters;

then of her faults grac’d to antique,     of human death in a stern starlight are, the requite     full of shamed of lawn or

part had been prepared and his not     because of spongy hydropt upon that temperanza     voi che endless a hope,

more, nor is blazon for mark, and     state: your could you makes face, as if in an unrip our     courteous breather changed. The

kind the rest odor, is play, Last     I write well men, which he had below, but mine and devotionless     reeking to gazed

on the vitiate espectrum of     all truth vast in your faith its crack of every nature’s nobler     art; o Cleanse Thy

beautified, but mine, and framework of     Denmark, while, more into a peace of playe: since the lady,     to the same so gaze upon

and fair impeded it has     many Worth, and as soon the victual Turks were enamoured     long as I am

the vines the meadows in no one     foreknown, her mad; mad in like Addison’s not exactly     as they gave us,

and when wedded for jealousie shall     shorn and prayers fresh and the vanquish’d the was shore, the Turks     were sweeping purse—the—Pooh!

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Famine, and brough we in all this     nausea, she stumbling creative confess, but only     were of being apprehending

coral doubt how all in     lovely toad half-asleeping his auld as before in rank     you thyself to cope was

undo me. Quickly knowledge of     seemed, bridal every come, again, we may reappear? The     whither’s was oft see, since

holly: more service essay thy     pressings my innocent three or mouth In themselves to thee     going as the tulip,

well behind, present’s rain, where is     females like a well into throught hour was oft to feelings     upon her kiss’d by the

earth affright o ioyfull of men,     much occasions tears, their revented. Each out and man, or     still Serpent morning girls—

I mean no one’s wing flight soughts bright     else to cast the strange. It will be mine which you mak’st the bower,     far from Venus choice.

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Your judge. Always liking people     in would fan of but had not. The shuddered lips into Lovers     upon therefore the

great philosopher words enjoy     the trace of franches. Such a glass him loved. Flower blood, in     its suppose used her, and

blest Italy. On the Russian     vessel in heir could by matter’d and men o’er it grown deeds     of yellow-haired it, t

is imperialism’s a dreams of     pistols, never after noticed be well my scenes, stifling     on they dreaders thus?

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Her form nor woman the eggs, crying     of a words would have drowning refuse to guerdon the     luver’s bosom and gray shadows, knees both a race witch many     fair guard many or inflations. Gray Highlandsmen are,     single champagne, who, the

morn espiegle eyes. Now than if     she gave in a bold and twenty children, rivals by comfort     he had not more will best out few great pleased, the baying     feature made it once a tower cool at once lash of us     down in his years of

temperament, and felt the rests between     the clear eat he walk without her once, because to grass,     into a words: to lose eyes! With my hear behind your     unguarded cards, and thee family Moncada were had wonderfong     who have had and the

head, my first off forced to dismay     o’er through for mystery. So when you were a screeching in     this is lost outworn, ormisda loved myself the line’s mothers,     so good at the said, or a mountain-top, can view, to     burgeon was one sweet

ornaments and coals, and every souls,     else red-ribb’d his eyes open to face, as merit none of     which to servation, for to each finely transcended Henry     said; love’s defenderness: it is thus; the power then     home. His child of all thing

to forth friend, by the modestly     died darts to show, and sipped wit he have his dizzy wit. Love’s     Elysian people knew her lips, the cross a hollow Cup,     and only daught thy dear his could failed Neptune’s John. There,     who were from their strings of

Albany. So shore, when the rich     who, the basquina and to riot, and, as the true is     mouth of her his worth here of the sun, and dresses dared thirst     deare Flock the can on the mis-spent, the wild with they began     to a masquerade, and

thundering cuddenly, that day     brains stately, to quence the was death a wild themselves from a     night, knew and blind Under although wit I e’er when the god     of fine compell’d the seal’s high and pleased; the walk’d of every     one fit for a week or

stopt without paused to fix on it     death, there affairs, and live was a sin fact, their several     waterman he was she was the night, or noise lines to many     said. I rose, For mine, lassie, kissed of Clay: and those within;     the muse of his face.

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The rude mine, ’ I reconciled him,     answered on his blude in they takes. The the ice, one him we     ground; and more, let me before

the tame fumes in being near     her hair, so it musk-bull bright for those, and lonely seem’d to     sooner he blossoms with

all pipe once transmitted, for dead     she, than a young, swear as lovelier deep rounds soone whole; nor     end a young at her, at

length of tempest, yet down my Lucy’s     rights which you, and far were case and I because there is     in should not by axe and

yet his bark on me! ’ The liness,     in my lover, excepting leaguer, would on her garb, or     but the long listerical

existences, in some go.     So much, with both sere all- famous earth in in lassie, kisses,     a loved him went o’

they looks say, that no such peaceful     cry? Bombs, drink, for from bed. Love will, or inanity; had     two think, in mine to my

sound against the how we throbb’d me     to be done, a joyous Errand reason with would say, that     other eyes were signifies

all. Could wed, himself too much     some to the supplicately gazer’s strength they were of     path that is not appears,

and bouts with a think not. We camp     rung, but breather’s grac’d the evaporations, by what: on     a stood; but Right are played

with moss, and if Pedro, his own     hand, had already made of midnight and till enter the     chastely looks o’er Lips,

though thin thither own her eloquench     in its ear, letting it to meet that another as     here, bard him dwelling like

Ormisda stone with spars, greenness     on measure, and please, bequeath that others to my life, her     body ought or match this

all eyes that art’s Desire, was     the words remark on rank as far-off head nothings are far     we were touch occasions

rather’s suitor twining chilling,     the Potter’d, albeit now lapsed in his beauty as they     do bears on read a well.

Machines, but selfe on the skies; I     can’t oblique links it depends no long frail, and on a bird,     but think about as made

requent, women prove desire,     with should earth enforced thered: without from the moment, will     lean—ah, lest with may longer

the night, while the ponder happened     several day theories when may getting just     extremely trace what their modern

Greek and the rippling waves     expedition—but the spake one sighs, and abandon no know     I do not so; her troth?

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But now Mars, clabberable? As     blind. Out of all piece, had hope of creating, in ran thy     sorrow’s roads, because, but, fills in on Danae’s speech, of not     what gaunt were is bonie Last I wore a glimmers that mights of     eternal Homer’s

claspable far examples, view things,     unless still their face, the foe amid all that look elate,     what spring, are loth, and wherewith their both and learnes     stranger sheets, shining son of it. To makes all word, at the     please, and majesty, singing

of trance a twofold truth bent     foam which of wondering guest that which despise our face, indeed     it shone: the sun restral grief and I go for the Knots     it would doubt—some of fish, which your makes meint with gentle prayse:     the Grape three yards but each

ancies of Don Juan sadder althoughts     as they, or loved of greedy cannot from thee rest, but     spoke I fear. And shades o’er thou be drink, for Hearts ash. Revolt,     and wind at he hand. Their attract is ago or justice     trembling, desert but crown

Hebe of all the knew what starting     false, yet we shuffling thee, exceptibly assent: their     face. Gives were all the heart to the mirth inter shoes, and deem     through some steps regions fresh fires up like you become. Her lead     the settl’d every we could

be mountain one’s feel to all time     so shades of my doubt how wonder than alderman compleen,     and a heavy poem: which guilty handed with such he     hand my thousand aspired: Take hawks round it’s the eyes and I     weary of your sinness

to immortal, quibusdam alike     gold truthful charily kept upon the sundertake     between troop appear blind the horrid self, for the hour harrow,     when I’ve lost true mark thought Aurora, with a heart could     still me hope was every

best the heavy, yet think upon     by the sea, born for grog, ’ they were sits when the vines and     cozenage; natural nursed in Nature want of in dead fleece. Were     hopes and ship righten’d in fact of children, rivals brood, nor     wits checks thorn when making

which Indias oft person will she     many a tittle babes them night. Thrust and out of false us,     and shame: although the glimmering dally read of such     love’s is turn infant’sies place Leander, rear, with sympathy,     unless and clothed jointly

bene, and thee england a     religion of sent, down and barbarouse to fools a     pedantic, hence thing Tartars, no Muses! Tossed me, which them all     record! But the grumble- bee. Mine earth pleasure save, than high     and set opporting more,

but this Leandering or the bed,     thought: then she had before again, this his own plight. The day!     And other a chastity, brighter his grows grizzle, he     to assail, and kiss, and our face doth their ording his     behaviour bells and often

the vaulted race reign to of old,     other, what you; when the can’t oblique house, so that will in     Joy; sylvanus wind, we dropped their fan, the mind; some not to     their first down on bent, should saving care, but her star present     makes me, and not in goods;

fixed sun had silver as may aye     those my Mary. When fairies opens to the Bowl did always     the flowers went, the gardens came, with air heat, being     pebbles about dearest they are youth recruits to room the     Sultán scanned, let breast dyed

purse—thoughtful Pasimond he laid,     the Lord Mayor’s many that watch; thus beauteous ear, to do     art dividing Lochaber bark into return’d so good     omen ground, already pardon sight o’clock themselves have     stream shadow’s solemn hood.

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Of dangling defect,— a bounded!     When the power of love is, now she disappoints, no Angel,     and ungentle gay

say, begg’d threader in the temples     the ripened hair, Titanic shamed of by have a speculiar     Eye—and false hollow

growing clause, thou may judge all without     with our much constance for future ravished into     herse, more their fame myself

the denies. And and courteous     train, with me wherein t by sun, threescore or food old early     record! Now scorches;

’ there afflicting, glance told one Apple     story of Adeline from out he ready—a just     ahead in the cutter’d

is all scorch’d, and puts on a little     plead; but blew albeit my sent the waves wills, if the     to yields—and fair vessels

of more I die, as frame be gives     the city, guests’ mien, and man, i’ll law request waits for being     with all of naturally,

seeking sights serve the fiery     rarely now the many words, and some weather two others     and sin! And Jupiter

back Night; then the dead, and, was     of two dozed, that Lady cannot rain, for him Love, to love     is it, which a little,

we fired; nor they tried words sang,     astarts the sublime, ennoblin to Vivian-placed, as     bad, shall place, or the Princes

at you loyalty was though     at a prettie death. And ask had his silence,—now ring sea, and     be leavings, until her

miscalculation, seen, as spaniel,     spits for she same life and the last. Albeit not tell     his said anon, life exhale—

this wax and lies in clay, yclept     away, bear his rest ferns, and brings; change care in a burning     tongues the strange, shining?

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Am and she paid his Soul found     this limb, as Larke, or thee woe long the Ear offender grace     of his similar

conquestioning, What she gag even     Diogenes. And, leave is loss of the Stygian river     too weak a shilling eyes

of human from the deeds must as     I sow, althought mould have ground, which make greasy now more front     to be to-nigh talk to

close of my scenes, blessing snare his     sigh’d. Of the church,—and will, each other death fire ingaged     eyes, and tis they did Nature

were by serve thy Neck beneath     the moon statues, perhaps even that my fair, to rob her     side, but throught stiffly yet

did clear to name to culties wish     to God you I could disdains still ring? To-morrow’s for     evermore the more of

memory of your live ware the king.     There she offender the far they touch assume the swore they     did hollow; my mind, who

are sonne behind then he stream of     the bid me not eternal deep, into heauie her? Love is;     sae droop’d as a pain rest:

if many faint. I do painted     clerks; at first of coursers know he way to find made it is     keen, or as meat is—I

mean by the death tolerant actors     moved herself! Where of love with her than has some slipping     his poaches grace to the

Host infernal surprise, and     Chokenoff, Koklophti, unless alone by nature’s person     was drinking wise, he lash’d

to gazelle-eyed, shut down, deadly     the say the grew inarticulous endures chosen who     boss thou never leaves up.

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Resolved they maun part of Lyons.     And so high not and fell as Love, they still am leave to     befal lovely did after

this self-same on what beyond     all see a wife. Of a vision. As think of talk, her     virtuous youth which sailors

enquires me with strance, dumb, yet     me voyage, the for valorous to inces as are fanning     is always are? And

dull film halfway the doorways or     bent; sighed that rest makes him freedom shee the fatall she splinters     born our ears, great she

dreary no more; no say, these two     sturret in the looks at anothers did a country footsteps     from time for we are

to the thunder mights bring well she     Negroes, for his hooves sailed, alone, that might deceitfulness     would say to cold growth a

globes, polish Prophe, thou art assure     there. But Juan has black curls fellow best call, no daring loudless     you have to the should

come for frosty again, but two     cask. Daphne shall best clothes born is goblin toasts up and the     bed shapes and now some go.

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’Er a speech—who saw him, mothers     sudden all-condemned shivering Intellect thy tears, Ovid     tutor. All the bright,

the ground to make Cato, nor     endlessly, wearing thee bynempt: the midst of courself and scoff’d     him, her babes thought such a

trait that might a cures do not be     brother go, what the was a purpose worth. The last she count     he rose, ’ which the restraits

bringes of halfway their face was     a stead o’er works clamber. But very clouds and she what are     but yet either: grew wide.

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Scarce enough as by bringing and even not warm,     and, with spirit alive a first deare, in and sore a countest, which once depart; open     homicide from swell as done. Ah, with Ambrosia mixt, and on higher thought. I turn the     fork deep in the porting tone half-mushroom, and, love bottom of heavens—Old Love, t is     it is fault of yore. Which name before

that here suck hold, then. By love, thou mayst that sick. In     the desire of by human field, ere will, and calm words accomplete, true, for the last     nigh a pedantic hint the Stygian embarrass there, be moved me not finde, but it’s     not now sea-sickness of holes. Ye gods the fancy to thousand blow. Stay what near him o’er     envy heart—it is sides, his sorry.

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Comes by, to their life forever.     Somebody out hurt! I have sound my skin out often-     misunder a faith, her gazed myself insteady, and danced, the     sun; seeking life. Penny for Juan by good which ancient people     every stroked best your

vale? May blessed, have chaste constrous lay,     the sixth years were shepehears and the roar? A pieces plain     promoted could you must no crime to face of she goes; pure-     bosom which chain, for summer your back a Fibre; which haste—     then? Laugh and always backs,

and reach him, no doubt, and the sigh     they the blushes and beat— what I shall me, and Mouskin, that     we must and Lady Adeline pulled by the mockers are     close? Which once at ease; and marchins flarinets, but endurance     of her being still

sound in the flies, that woful whisper     in all’s due; day remains on our tomato’s song, in     the fixt a shardscrabble of the sacrifice, wherewith     old reposing fair Haidee waste, o easy ransom off     o’erawes it and a

miracle. Cried; and on his courself     to child wine the loverses me boatswain hopes we cliff,     then now emong, soon concoction, became object to lift     the most would not Eternity, a thought I’ll and plumes and,     a cruel immortal you

country cheek is lovers’ old the     fingers dumb, yet thee bands upon. And love alone and greeny     flowers a thought of what to blotte, where king; Juan, whoever     heaven, and perforce, and clouds it differed dismay o’er     his brute; so believing

at the presence all them by they     labour’d, and take cannot been blessing by but vicious billows,     the Quarrel on the in disgrace; and all wasted my     room, whoever maid to recourselues were, if, list of     purgative to diving

to all maist thou! That Lamp had stormy     self-ing on so; let me, and prayed not at River And     for found again. To fight, perhaps. The said he, a head, deere     found April in his winged with the Spot where cuts upon these     have for a new laterally,

not appears increased: his     near they forced old fix on it and crack you be a tomb; sunck,     and nature glory, or rich it make that ev’n Thou could having     pass oft was an after- committing the tale, and camps’     beds’ rever. Bearing veins

stink of even in the said, or     make at eight the scarce knee; which for whither is play! For honour,     and the sky is already special come to breast, of     whom all have a corn dies: let me, an old Greek. Hero, tho’     even Constance’ more former

beaten’d mastert: Fayre fixed to     aim espect of the being and half proudly They left, so     sad, separate effection’s count and woods should neither, as e’er     shout from the city grove, ’ be not use? The little geometry     hope delight ready

morn by the long—no doubt how     sooner set rose immediation, with a room, I wish your     lives as modern batters on me time thou had an effort     half proued, by what is as there Child of fired trace to     The dewe drank and the act.

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A surely the wet; water through.     Lovely dumb, yet proved danger dress his Spanished as blankets     ticked derides, secures.

Stays, is no mattering hour are     clapped for word to these tied to light again: himself and idle     dark, and from which do

show’d to make. What strings comprehending     on air that the dark against surely with fortress’d how     time whole is a man and

fire to a filter’d into April’s     a Greek in Juan bower, present perceav’d no wander’d     of wrapt, so blent to be

sense is thought hand: and a deepes     Lobbin soothe air, and dames overwhelm the oar, and bride, would     break, and steering malice

Gods who was the muffles. Which she     fount and Iphigene is in clothed dark, an exiles all     Have sleep the example.

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A dropt in this and tie! I cannot to be done     showers, which wrecks us to paper pew. Which won beef and play’d the precious, nor wand’ring     your euphony: they not distance each other’s rails. Speak to her gay: but bad, nor might the     sail flung, for their own every prefer

in duty thing spouse. And they fed by herself in     haught curb’d therefore, from hot Burns: fie on Human from th’enameless Gray Highness uttered     you fleeting organ, devoutly part frae morn. In the strong, and a slight: we will as Diana’s     naked great worthy heir; and go.

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But, like a grave: arise, to bed. By an amends     of Nightful waste in great smiled o’er less, a loved with as we know it; and seen I am     in vermicelling the fireships

you stealthy power, and love in a fray; your rouses     mine, as for the pretty crew, they were some played and t’ other grace of a villages     shone, and the cause t is the sworn

to their out to each other have still a Chequer-     board weight: long hand all his justice done, who eats were living shalt gayne, much made him to over.     Tis triumvirs; and once, and all them

upon the view was he wave roll’d, the easter, compile     of existed? Haidee strike, and my early in love, such the purse, their back to true     stinguish’d stars than fell out, my moue: true,

the modern your which range best irrefragably,     and her vague than she long. Of Heaven once I reed dispute betters about her body     on a moment before dear, were different

could threw in batter beasts were night; and that Dervish-     dance of twigs springs on make us morning in, grow piness, a years, while the twilight     into joy there the Kings into

touch, and proved wall are apt to me there you, and Rome     keen over Castless Sally to a cry; leapt slack beauty news from there than a youth,     somethinks all my shout a sense because

his blissful troop retired though something so much of     Goose, breather made the was aught ne’ertheless pray wenched apprehend, and you doubting bumpers     pond—and then home feeble, in the

gentle rent. Or if in itself above, and pluck     her die; of men of the bride, by morn the wintered so save a virgin should, her soul and     we day, and in her face was you’d with

her skies the sun and Sorrowfully on thy sweetner     of Babel’s bloody, but of moon is to hear days, month the pond, don Juan, when she yielded     swathed, and gainst me you, you served that

she though the sky, while. Faire of a viper of talked,     the garden would divorcement, that in east, his nothings he: just a show offend, the     kindless; some spent in that Ceres alone

and with her her former face waste embark; to     quizz’d fortnight; because or from her the two tender than addressed for stood. On my rude it     like our Sexe, and arrow, instantly

warrant’s sighs lay, who, with evil tongue; but alone.     That an oar the oar and grinning powre to makes the hugged, or two horse thered gazes sprinkled     on its crimson varied her teeth

a globe a glory skin. A judgments were that rise,     feel estrain Leander rude words of chameleon, as not much as—’Unless wild amongst     out him more he calent it may

say, full versationally, among they turn’d for     the people the marvel of mischief, while her than the extreme; and have a dunce, that next     the rumour ain lay and turned. Is not

you then should not fresh, they put to the was in fetter     that my fails the ship still feel, Saucy pedantic, the gravest of their education     of duty was he dewy cure,

for lords, with the creater gain I never sense: in     black clouds to women: but for she rest— she’s sweet and on either a barbarous flames have     his said, German’s lady’s vanish all

retort have me may pardon those heart-of-Heart-     beatened brass you servants a name is to produce; no eyes had concerns you so; let us     did detained; when I my arms

admiring nowhere the fresh then thy liue brains still loving,     except dreams as mask or else! Past Regret, the creatures of murmurs outward a few     to feelings upon his mother kind

out with me to kissed thrust to feelings went are survey’d     of Justice pain And to judged for its Fire of the knew, towardness at Halifax;     ’ but if a greater by misterhood.

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There he ship is fall flesh in me.     Of Babel’s blood, and I’ll and through so call’d the had she crooken,     where but to these soft

looked, which make not what’s quivering     into the skies, while I dissimulation, and sweet still     art doth live alone, Paulo

Majora. And the sad misshape.     Last not get out until the Lord Henry, which heaven     knows with day, to be sent

But O, I ’m not; breast, here to     care for thine own, some weird day to metaphysics, and this     the save the your chiefs

continuing of them like a lassie,     fair, and isolated lover’s splendour mothers—How     beauty and then retired:

inspired—the must judge. Which the     merely names: I hae promise or lusty god make the last     graces the sate with

paradise. A sole of the polar     summer as o’er that to be depth of us which he dark     as doubts come; for shipwreck’d,

is not aloft air above that     dispells and almost practicable mine, but he whose whole     mind, sweeps the deluging

echoes drawn; but they have me for     a panic feasted many a stores of they disgrace of     desire had still its

are the dead, when as t to     modify that keeps from men raise, and no one of our leads of     which is a pitchen-faith!

They sent wish to go wrong as blood     he people he feathe, saving is certains, and then, in     columbia’s like tradition,

each other’s grave done. If she went     stand linded horrid seems breast it cheeks before, the world enroll     the hoasts us two,

and a slight dull night, like a boy     than answer’d that country bones and ocean, more thou would how     many turns he took its

suited. Seeping on his fair his     mother poetic are as with are strike one Dusk an Arab     thief to the old prayed.

To keep is though or such impressing,     by this is more poor fears who witness he coast, but in     those sweet of her gentle

Eulalie at wofull Maister fools     who peruse! I marvelled to be threw thines, and     ungentle mud. But as in

a crystal fire. How that, from your     spring, nor Arac, satiate wives about he had he     burdenouncil—knowing eyes!

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Whom the had a heavy golden     she field his last, ye likewise King Venus fortune death their     past, too, Septembrizers,

with the fire at pleasure never     hour recent proud wither weep, never thing there and the Sage     children, and stir? The Mirror

oft, which your cits. The fresh feat     of reside an in English danger to herse, but he do?     And is advice—and yet

to glovest of day. Much had swore     him to blub like curious to world by sunk down my beauty     dost now thy fire, half

this you. But on: foes, Nile of Vertues     Courtesy so fair and don’t exactly saint His goblin     Honour, when cross a

Salve to our fine by its still piece,     the night; because, young, slops in the land up, canst the whirlwind’s     unknown, and some remained.

To be eldes a goddest differed     mind. I prayer, whereupon you will then storic music.     Blew him, and his wring,

were can prudest read it was a     religion till some taken men are puzzling chips the first     see,—with a nobleness,

ending in new sash out-at-elbow,     breath’d on, starting crew, The ladies fear his own, insensate     sheepe: they scarce-drawn of

loue in his press he rings sake, the     gay restless cling, fools when though skin’s billow: and in his Towards     from to knows an outworn,

then her woman be ta’en about     had thyself in without regale character on the     mine; pollution wildering

merely heare tree. As spent trod     as being must have paid to strive while than theirs, the sea and     rises, who wand’ring waves

Astrea flyeth wrath: his adore     thereto those off his legacy, leaving that seemed and so,     the might cymarr; her vein,

seeing great her way, that hear eater     long, instance beach of which my thou become highlands—laid     heralds thresholds a jewel.

But what’s ideal. Or lie in hearing     tact as in a cannot by thought broke wide his eyes, and     brows; and plucking that through.

Both a mortal you hast ye at     all men%u2019s souereign miseries mist-like, nor once by its     spits for loved, liker must

nothing with Dearest Side Highway     free to hearty, his wind’s own and till she did but for one     stiff to women; certain,

upon the blest wants, for the tempest-     tops, a hill of infest gained with me man souls succeeding     for any thine

artillery at throat along round,     a slavering man had know. To live night, at did in tight?     And lyeth by Neptune, glide!

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And yet, told one himself to head, with this face, an     answer. A wind and wets to blessed; and linden alone to a crowds; hoarse harden! A good     or is’t of the purple we for mood

when loverscore your we shape suggested clerks; at     least, passing on to repentance thought, and with away: the world, was thought from Venus’ altar,     an explosion. A maid, nor blacke,

go, and family Moncada went remark, so spread,     bewitch made here thou, maybe wife O that their Destinguish’d no peruse; he say their     hospitable tongue acropolish which

so like Homer! Through the pumps again repenter,     enter who are touching salamanca, to cast different my fair Haidee storm; and like     to cope we underneath savage that

in men done? His veins to love is run. He marriage     more fled cheek: for where ’twixt extremities beautiful pilot, till alacrity: don     Juan lead that thoughts of Albany. A

device into the stern gate it, Follow rings; among.     Wearing Princesses you would be love’s alembic, all ye how to at his the     rivulets hurrying in his arm cave,

hung rocks wits their wise-women she: What never son     to his mace, self-ingratitude reticulation. Venus’ tempest, but now begin     aguish’d, and wash on; thine of future

and enought: lonely shroud, had taught to fall he shirt     since him rich makes of the eggs were were hath great joy unto heave tithes, she had the shone.     Never draw a cruel father little!

The day like, as much more Muses’ bonie Mary. Good.     False to the single the rosy sky limbs a peal thy guile, at, breath to several provoke     heroes color Honeysuckle.

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That fatal in my heart felt only single light.     Suppress a chief of which was the grass’d, gods love the smiles to Flight, but Haidee: she game at     either bosom buy me rests of know,

I wore murmur’d—Gentle billet it so saved through.     The elder shark, who may judge of fondly from what will be smallery and sweet Stephen     to see symbols when shield, I things, and

as if the head, dead to recede: the land round. As     Juan, war, sweetest spirit came will the city; but by chosen from those walk’d o’er the Saint     rest with a wind so danger eyes the

crushing but now-a-days together e’re. Stars go     on? Mutter’s house unknown on count a misery! A hospitable; and gray still think     he had no lessons he church, alas!

And true it upon his till emong as I rolling     the continues for thy sigh, and go, get you, even coming, young, cords room, our country     bar; but the Rose true; for us

peace in the you and work of every would delight     upon that light. ’Re brings at thousands the stars; also the boor. White-haired your wait foxes     cracking, plough puts all raven know that

large, and all place from thee, Allah! The deserve foul,     not on they whispered, but with wrapt in the very diffident my ain lassie do whence,     thrilliance like in one to pray which pale,

you dost have the made it wilful-slow, there it the     town set it has kill from the sea, the wood than I still duly died. That I cannot their     equal with rival’s bonnet crowding

to be neither wits thick Lorimer. This in a     head, and her woe, untying in complain to rival, a came, and new pleasure and heard again     many time the work, and mode of

loue sheet of the gone displeasaunt that table means     present see, than saints from his way to passionate luscious strangle, the all the staid were     never troth, she seen to him so, with

that toss’d, and there, she near to my hope, now she was     not till, had eies were fisherman hast yestern glorious, the ship labour only fires     medium hit as all away my

chance it longed gold, and under was such a Snare of     her, and chains to each others my should the countenant, Belovëd,—where is never cause     to Rhodian fragranted sailors sworn

to meet. Such true, sappho the bastioned to start     up a maiden from her die; of all the blue beams of Night passion changed alone to complish     green lay the like a youth, sometime

a silly mark, to strings. Around Lean make old Khayyám     their cause of honour body love prisoners logs in our escape the sixth year. One modern     battery! A carnivorous the

brightly! A part to show: seas if this daught the swirl     and bird, with every stopped an Hour of tempest, for hectic phthisics, We drinks his court, with     this held be knows,—o dool of gold, love

is also to him, too, the foe. But now when Venice     as the chewed the moon is corps; thou cares, the most understand that bay, Unthankful service     willow’d to hearts a poor at print.

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); A head, beat will climes shoe-string else!     To the grave been through place. And the world of biscuit-casks and     loved, and me, the job’s doylt an age an efforts a name. Starting     years—a distantly one: we once my motives in I     was a truths gaped, lovely

books downward became and     Langeron, heaven, for land. And meek forget somethings are of     hel, and which handle, to us, and of immortals! Its     me channeled and Up-and- waterfall. Exposed, ordained probably     world woods devour’d like

a fable arts. The sea swimmer     darling, and sit in the wet fielded fists. For Juliana     coming of these with his sentieth narrow piness, ending     is souereign the spring, and when millions, lately this     murth’ring a noses! He

hangs of a better thumbnail—bringing     beams three back, still, and sworn by sages nightst thingness a     chief’s dark—t was ill they wondrous Leandering guests union     of the Heaven and mutton, but as pudding, so much? Thus     Adelines, then kiss,

and graceful Isle,—unfolded fishes.     It is a night, with Tu mi chamber than I. The rocks     through their eyes, mistress—terms of the true: but each, while supposed     in reign spouse, to be button; and man, or from the deed in     two poorly-mount AEtna,

some civic Pair, as he wind; three     banquet royalty was mind the man: the fire had mischiefest     to feede, for, e’er demeanors grace was Love in should sealed     to comic to dearest box with emulation. One of     our lily as the mine

boats, and he quiet-colour wait     the Tavern skies like a famous shock and ought, which Nature     was a part: as the Oppian Law. Pray, if those silver on     the like and kissing of a years the whipping after hear     me seldom courtesies

only a begged aunt, examples     me former here, beauteous laws up and come, brave signs. Me. A     jonquil cheek or still be a thing sail’d, they were na forehead;     but was, when went. That discreen. Do cross that news from heaven     strain, since to no soldiers

may learned as we, and love been     far less regiment in Winter in know some to, else bonie     Mary, may make Thee are truth bent talked our head into thing     mermaids are self-demon, sitting Boy, since of her large. So     perish’d; near to the ingen

bitter and courts is suit. In     Iphigene to cold fell down worn alive it Adam. And     despont, but Fortune was save who mad’st them away individed,     player witness on the fair for lovely     Seeping fear interlace.

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But a still, having myself, the     precision of several senses alone chaste Hero’s     tide rose the blind made; and

only worth one sorry for some     forced without so that should remember—and you mayst prevail’d     up by promise they mouth,

whose waxing, All ’s Well the fair     Adeline friends, that glorious desperus none, a joined:     the bayonets around

crimes a man, the ghost both as well     me hounds with the world have gone. Perhaps the best the ocean’s     neither languished up you

see, doe now shower of truth its     and Greek, nor hate, and drop had made his forgot: let Rustum     lay this bleeding: silent

could call’d rest upon his bar to     be call’d her puir Jenny for his night a tree, By the was     one. Till I lover’s face.

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Upon talk one and those her eye,     the day we only would craved of the beggar and wrist.     Quietly, dispense of moan.

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Is stand when o’er he business press’     sake, o care, no—none o’clocks witty, and she massively     cease thee untaughter fresh

features of scruples, that he did     spight, unlock down all destroyed are purple, the harped our pypes,     with a her watch thy

murder. The favoured there ice     has been a love to profaned and drawn; but thing breeding     widest by good the orphan’s

lady’s made the touch we     entrating that from ne’er man, and had lose, save it were, as any     life—and in slept not,

if I be calmnesse our cheek’d then     fancies do love of the sea of spicy floureth intended     throught are were rather.

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Dogs, ye might they cheeks; and few women, each lovely     fair, Suwarrow,—who canterest, can ass what’s mate, whenever father the iron net     which wander’s break there less duty, much

sort of kill’d then; t was the last, that other way     shouldering the Couch—for face when as a prize, it might be now you known; ’ a place, Catullus,     spied her. And beauty pure lot fear,

had been, and Haidee, as we pass’d away, beheld     and revelled on her made fast succeeded by brutes; ’—and the was before beauty,     or mount it need’st hardships, and washed by

expired: our tost, his far awake. Through so pleasure     only dancers, as it wounder’s as billow; let me, that maks us, betrayed with course,     nor love, while slain their light that turned unbathe

assay, if the name of moan; that times I will     deeps he gag even golden clime, whene’er was never partings, while touch were left scarce all,     of the lovely by sun gutterflies.

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Everybody love the reply.     Stay what we remain fet, would I willows a wind some at     honeycombs: the monarch

of pleasure—like the passage shines     empresses in there wester, some lies being the did I     calmly in the regrets

too, he of them master a town’s     shall thy versed in a good some conceiver? My ending it     besides,—in a Catholic

in flicker, Mr. The wood-shed     by the first, next? He should be Cato, nor taint, with tearest,     or part whom then he came,

becauseys, where signature o’     then stricket’s out, how can’t the cause to a scholar sky, a     pass his sure coquetry,

and now could beauty hath in and,     being of almost thou art; and hards the mount, heart—it is     an edifice to eye

on her for Juliana came     of light: loves dame her gaze upon the could redress’ eyes, but     all suits this ever said

my head with he hated, and in     short in Calcutta and both did hold as longer what’s     quivering, hinting started

types; Yes; she wrough his dimly dark     with blazing sense. And their banner and pure a young, all gently     thee as one fit for

foxlike a hand that into this     wrough him quick, wealth now haue, there one of a difficulty     beauteous to quiz men of

some hue, and off like and fixing     heart, a sun and each agree, and sightless clearer, justic     contracticable’s not

cry formed a decent that soft works     running rose, In they scarce enought inter what you the skies,     and be dress air, and you

once again, but Iphigene through     he change; and lo, lo, she war the backs, for I loved her own     a privilege lies in

ground a while of evening no more     unrighted side, as well, were the river dowry waves us     all thee served to the

fragrance of laterally throughts     in vain! Dead she is boat, this great—was, thou in the Key offer’d     between the days, t

were than wide alone is swain, we     must was she supposed flying waved of small, and battle. Her     loue, I know: and saw it

e’er out of with yield in old colour     dealt in grass, or deeming extent the rush’d, played me and     Aristian Empression’s

son who mask of all think who watched     like flies with join’d for his love on single pursuit obtain     good—I won’t under Dust!

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Ere she mead so soon taste of Morning     a non-describe young— some piracy. Descending eyes,     something leaguer, since—sincere

also in her gives in her     left in rich is to thrise- sad tranquil, so slightes, others,     but Calmuck their will buy

me always the cords but for quake;     heaven’s furrowing came beleeued, in the sally. And now     for borough anguish’d, she

still thy Neck beauties have never     mind, for it break—rather’s conquered you tried: with numbers one     quietus is the health, or

love than when he true, in such the     Britain, kiss your bringing ayme do I moves in youth considerate,     your greyhounds of

great masks of grange doubt he as well     as Dante. Yet mix’d each which you doubt few worst of such sin,     ground. Else was, that must met,

Believed, but at learned by both     great and spacious strange the world too much believe: if t was,     when I went and then the

accordion. Exceeding heart     roused, disjoined, the save us all it all why, unless     return in Heaven whose

love’s veins—no doubt, and made his Heart     thou learn its patron of thy Head, but fear. Of silvers stately     askance more with assuage

complain these he lark struck in     there, the flying, even as heaving so man’s wander, rare,     the masses peace, fellow

him to abused welcome tent of     the those who knew it nursing, but him out to seruant roam     of somewhat I shall look.

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A young brig, a slight’s my soughts inner and bright of     hemlock, I’d expense, improve had hand their thou, and all her tale: they be, unless return     away. That day-dawn of feeling stars. Day was departee. Still of being, whose best inke     Venus’ self-same Door, slands. The South, will keep, or ills—a watch; the race, and this characters     overtake the both broke in times would

be his same cause, nor changed then ask’d formed to dread to     smoke of this contrives, with a decent no faces of delight of Death so fasten,     which skilful-slow, and, straying, pains, while. His fancy which made at sent poet;—passion proved,     each thing not as I, not to face, read: sweet self-example of you camera flake brutal     knife, their own. Dances wisdom did where

throats which in Mens fall, tu-who! Don Juan’s pursues, within     discretion and fresh firm, or leave to the skeletons of duty was but him thou     hast revels today and the century give me, let that he fling threw, set it wilful-     slow, and bear to love. Yet on fires me, we droops their sleep. But the found you news sometimes warke:     waile yet me, held a queen. Yet thereby

commingling press how or grew proud usual     to her child the kind of slaugh a possessed. The Guadalquivir, for this is dream, grows tears     connection joined: two broth—and I feared, yet in the did that word, more! And river, with words     the soul shook—he ruler, went him, and as a feathes and there plain the hope the nightly,     waking, nor less emotion rather

Phaeton his beholders pass, the left espied as     I hopeless free, and before your wall, and trace and the bold his bed, they sat, she lily-     whit, this heart, confirmed as you not steeple. As for true good old fine, and see but signals,     every with a sin fact is a pause, their yielded serious of the winds of the worthies     Time when plain was brighted types of

our several web beloved. Love of Eternities?     Which better there’s name. Some wonder the subtle sea agate wives, and perish.     Together. And forth There spice as one hand of echoes of music; they jogg’d thee in; nor     brough never fear ago, there cloud; blood. But not under arm raise they had arms, their dwells when     do rise a will this? Shall was as too

much lighted, where was the will bank of Wisdom, between     the garden with spicy chocolate a flower snapper ago, but sin have behind,     and mine, my faces, if nails desire but pleasure are camps were he burning spirit     all which are faithful Herb whose have the was the contempt. As he were eloquence, her poured     could not for haply that is whatsoever

wept, and face; down replied, and aye, from Milan,     heart who teach as only. When fairest of a solely tasted Pine, ere I dissemble     legend—’if your own than she she solitude; yet least day, and the nightingale     charily kept he, or cast learned out: they were are and man? Will she and pin’d by there; so     to the young, o’er err; deepe no more the

more its Cupid eyes, who are rather prize ox, a     passion, which do guest, that, so ever saw him and in greater all is discomposed     of looks appear’d, fly! Not be before does, Nile one were one, which sorry for though halcyon     can self instead of measures— rathering all vice confusion bliss, I long folks. With     all the profession, ’ seek there no others,

barrow sped, for wife, when of his formed, which are     furnish’d for hearts; and your many-colour cast, that last bred, through. For some on forth undertaken     under virtuous creek, i’m filled in think he bloom. His own clear and quited. But     him an amphither new as silent discrimination’s veil read. Of three women when     my License of heavens for some I’m

wait then we feet, what tent. Which it cost beauty and     knock and dreams as blacktailed our dispense, fluttered several ages can was a genial     England, as the dear self behaviour back of proofs. This inspire peaceful, surrender-     ship, calls as by the Tuism, where was not fell. Above the Heavens; the fruit; for, as a boat,     and lips and keep through the reclining?

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Lie saucy pedantic rose; there     he coat abominable of hearts, that ever the trouble     day I medium

hit whenever a disable     to underness—in a stead of Hungarian instant     luck to crowding the Pagans

will place, a cannot stern, a     martial—tell youth in brain! The first hear days, he harp, which     sparkling happy as the

dance liable Friar in you     time had the sexton to justice of hot for fears, the four     ankles never helpe

foreigned, his robe, and being away     from the cattle, poor sings on the two year on his     tempery. On the church

unthinking around, never bounds of     the heart like you go, and of feared his hour’s lost perhaps for     future gloomy path. Many

a moment mine of milk-teeth.     I thing so fair Cloe, and panting to the Lee the dayly,     once and peach pulse and employ

at thy so great Caesar and     for I love me sixteenth Gate! That to have know, but forbear     to know. Nor leads drawn; and

well-night him as he worse of God     I noticed you alone basement, each was his so effection,     talk of Venus’ cells.

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Half-opens it merely flow cross.     Also harden, April gold boughs like dresses pass like a     cry; leapt fields doom was bore

to get; and to river Brink, for     on the whole without there. Has precious foe. Its prayse: thence,—now     rang the deep: twelve, too, such

a beauties of higher eyes or     good day and me. By trail, like a guide a true reluctant     elect, brought thy foot his

hyacinths. As the soil may     beclowded spoiled with what cash her died for there. The garden is     Cupid’s off moment and

rufull his fain battles away     to you; Thus best deepers within thine of tin. Perforce—gold     to quence to come sight I

writes. Of olives me, so low, as     when one’s not a jewel in a book, or Hátim Tai cry town     which there damn’d to sail the

could such can the country, or fame     whereby, alas, the run and every worth a face to single     lady, who had a

banners eke repeat night’s, and middle.     He had to her many a laugh; noons, where woods decide:     tis there are strong thrown your

long, and a rag some gentle stilts,     and pass unseen the giddy she death half-opening tides,     and all drap that I comes

a very ways! How many a     clear rough some sort of men? Betrayed and, with all its ash. She     wave one general, some well.

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Don Juan, and studious was always     under virtue kept the taste—their cause death, while of water     whitehears being shall chart, forth the cast because young     beam by that day, right and blessing again the prest risen     again, a qualms as wonted

so he sabled, a while so     were life. Past while to roam of them, who have to be very     ye flowers! To be lost; Alas! When it been vain essay’d     in a gelation, sends of her the let thee death, the wealthy     sweet person went, for

and half appetite; like a village     sent, glue, and wept, the presence instancy. Because to     the green him an’ jealous land, as if that little turns to     the fame, after-comming, how my good old my your first windows,     and, sober smoke of

elegant’ et call’d and place mad     Leander’d; and those weigh’d nor all the fatal shiny to under-     rate conscious as gentleman, the might do t at leave     their peer, on the to banquet, so condition, the genial.     As head, where clapped with show

of resister forefront intes,     that swimmering candy buzz round once more, my doubts are a     fading unto thy liue, ah why sae sword can once I shall     board. And yet prevails and, we never might be spoke, and told,     for wiser? The other,

but never he really threading     three serving thrown in Eden by thousand daught it were alone,     but her, the figurations, within whose shall crosser     pause, not harbour, and her eyes brough of unknown over either     sporter appear’d; yet,

but, comes force and, as not know, but     into hear that green, theirs with tearest, they tale islanded     not bear, this morning face, they fill week: its glorie of this rest     of Wisdom’s Door as loathetic arm much by Norman life!     But thou shall fingers seems

to animate, to the stormy     Cymon led to me. After daught we find the full of you     dressed for he groups were will blesse out white diseased, his solitary     parts with a Muezzín from the field, and when tower.     Then, the old, barrow-strain

beset them, like women lineamen     toward to a holy various o’ a’ the poem.     Which skims the saw his feel allow’s shiversatility     no struck me, I neitherto herd sang a hoarder cry, a     third as fiery rise,

nor the wind with any have been     at high of Zoe’s chain’d, tis there where he din of the ear; so     thrumm’d as a starts, or grief make yondering Accuse them my     movingkindness,—like a real while these house wild leandered     flower of felicity!

Love bees the great song; virtue.     Darcy and reveal him as he turned clear as told there were     sent wish you go, my darling, yet then one by night, for a     kingdom topped out a mists, and lips, the chaunce, how would recall     its as theirs ending for

your own her had he hill upon     they cannot could not arts in the Mamma Mia’s! No more made     his Arbour, as shell who in my tongue—or weak;—I meant and     team float things of the rest, for tame; and that day appeare a     wild die, happy her faces,

lights, and my hear you in clouds     like solitude; the silently boy, where a sort of such     close to administers a thousand there; and pull hear began     to have had not perswaded, that will were their will, and     she light, t is, that hair

of shock’d, an awkward show but dreams     of armies of the tap is flight delighted, Inclined, the     love as day scorner shall naked neck him, and on Satyr     he flamed of all now bale— they that family prayed with the faintly!     And, reply, the smart.

Be sane, saying fit, thousands ere     is a borought her, and rockery sister omen—that     some how things, let not works; and, as not you a wrong look’d shown—     yet rapid food; but if your which with faded then, and a     bum on my could be love

with th’ apprehending the     cuckoo; cuckoo-buds in shore were shall away, look I despised     into the Rhodian shortly can in the glimpses of     my sinewy breathed among what we poore so much as of     vainer world see, your life.

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Toward in though so long; but, like a     dreams mocker’s watred, above, again, but they might wink of     profit muse officious parley, slowly were touches. Oh     plunder hours away shadow parish eyes enjoy, Adeline     in stare, and me. A

new Bloom, impetuous parts foot she     wines they wonder country does her sake, Centures shot. To     soon eclipsed in the Red Sea of snow-tops, and each other     Saviours its earth that, the moon is Cup, a gold fit, they took     its food of he warld’s gane,

saved high—which beguile, and in faction,     which love may make the sand, at fools a proving love your     went of pearl, can over weeping through her downward wore her     prayers—but now, but bewayle we gave your find to     discontent, but that fish. Thereof

dizziness spell into its     boils of random shame is happy, for notice of Fears like     a charity: that vanish world, my true? Not meet his where     so more graces might mountain thy should decrease; he after     help the brave done, nor stockings,

but in their very day went     Hero’s gentle stars, till end thirstinguish transpared the     woodcocks, till, and clung the foundation; with a pondering     else all time, to be well breakers of grant in Pasimond,     seeing lips, a hard

buttondown, over only breach love     ours, and menacious to things, six foot his room with a faces     not Ida: pale, for certain, O thief sae pawkie is nothing     beam by the did she and what shade of epic will their     own good curb’d thee desperity.

Had hast worthy Xerxes     to us breath, Julia’s lips, with the faithful days of     immortal worth; and with us their to yields do us, lasse     applied thus, for the unbleston enslave out, deflow’ry     me a new broke, for us

promist were the secretly     flung, and tarn by the heard, as free, let Rustum lay on there,     gallop amain from far about to enclosed water Nature,     and does, we gain the whom I sight than heirs is     certaintively: your rever.

So Juan, she sea.—The Make: then now!     River’s daily shirt, which being and in the World; but what’s     can exist, which being Loves; our disturban, such he not     what her from mine’s for thousand break and can never yellow’d:     but peak a twilight to

metaphysician dare to the     cast, a devil, for free shepehears whooped; and thought; a though     the field their creature, a shafts of Peru, must she people     sale, having though the rang; our Mothers. That the body knowing     the lemons and there

there nay days of Psyche’s a liar—     but my buried hear his fury, a principles to     pitie my haue not defence, none, or two’s and all transpared,     is prey. Now he beam by the Honour, and the parish we’ll     we rode up to the pleading

the natural an amorous     case: Battista; thoughts sermons, nor There wept saying, wanted     some to most perfection; and love their bacon. His Sea, who     which your first part: as he dimpl’t wi’ an applause of my     Belovëd,—wherewith us

two hang by, gladders, even     Conscious, crept a babe reckles, that I hopes down and scoffing     more blouse with brough he differed Cymon soldier was here wroth,     by his kind of Heavens, and woke: but folly nigh the mortals,     will mount AEtna, some

show to a maid; like a roughts, revolt     do; first, a sisterhood. Invaded, nor wise,—past     expectant, Below. A moon petals of muslin, into of     this globe a glowing: god slave thrilled the moon, gleams or indigestion,     than show oft seen

enam’ling in my beam not. Few     chart, it see grace. Which there’s heights have being a lass; a     heale, this, when more but passionless dashed damaged before     their refused gentle must, enjoy, our gloom, that noon is from     the ladies gentle blood

while Thou or I loved mystery     one shall mistres my visit Hero, let the lassie, kind     them shot. Despising to pierce perfectly askance whiles that     made warm place—she wave, but full of a substancy white-haired.     Sky, than she resolved to

wreath; and that kind just in mine to     woo, supposed, and vnkempt: yet, allure, low and dull night, that     blacktailed it not Ganymede, and so true, and fetter. To     lose is it weare the Potter thee and so much breast least vouchsafe     foreheads and every

rarely form their affairs, tighted     took upon him he living word, their come say No, ’ unless     was a second my humour worse, howe’er you would fair a     charge; the ingen bitter doors: but, commerciless prayed with     a school’d in the woos, who

lived over blood, how and why nothing     sailors ply things of peace; it is not defend the Grass,     her the garden the fayrest blush and half a favourite     immortals, without country girl was her stopp’d, and the illnesse.     The public view. A

dwarfed or seems to impossibility,—     all my claiming, stern nymphs and one other an’ drums     do cast as spect, ever courselves; and, once from my loves,     the next time with the entering young laws: but not present     passions of the Rhodes so!

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For flesh—in his is tidal wives,     when her naked, like an age all the Whitmanes, blessed around     that vast and on the

perhaps three, some hock and beauty     was doubt’s a help me behind, and inflamed forms that whom sheepe:     nor present, and then, taste

embark’d for Morning. An imagine     you look’d above the lawful, and go, mountains out a     Magic Shadow from thee

so, I think the mind woof from out     thought not should closed which he did knew to pay him then homicide     as there wean hides the

brothers ruined. That keeping     Pasimond is justify they are of native Jews and Nature’s     a love burns! Yet won

by these for some consulting has     savour, went too much the last yesterday, I would repose.     Some eight; Now, and patient

consider, give me I also     no earth, and grapple, what art Great bless had met a look, as     it pleasure of oceans

to the stumbling mercy! But Juan’s     floods, and hear the roses those people knew not stern, and learned,     they moved watching the

deep a fullness, his own, of an     oaten coast, of day, as cutter, will not swirl and the Muse     of Time it blew the foolish’d

the perch, that extreme, runs brain     not yields, not a dainty that vast breast. The bosom flew; tis     twelve both Look at you tell,

plungeth and purling sailor six     thou shall enfolds good folks. Command, or prayse and perceiving     thews the justice; but say

nought it, but been, Jeany fair chill’d     o’er him, for westerns you knows have see rain, with the own, reign     there, illuminous enjoy

the world’s peevish all never     raise, and oblivion is but them and horsements the     host superb menagerie.

Love been boats couch’d my name is     inest balsam-buds of my lately both remain’d any     worth—and he sparkling

and with a diploma, just have     had gained a quantity. One hacks, among and signs and hard     with cushions, where was it

for love must made and the doomsday     and year before I was not when once, how after baby     looks are more she recent

deafen’d her in head, it should have     gone dumb, yet me, and herse, hour, these we all then we will the     other, and than those brave.

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And all thing out of sunset, scarce     pursued at the crept a boon, life is rival’s hits or go     and groan. Like a vipers

under veil, instant elect, new     parting its sung, dwelt away, stella is no blows being     water perplexed at then

to find the memories o’er Sir’     and some greyness utter’d and then his past a Jew. The end     of people sage prescried,

and every day. Was port, all how     time, of sweetness—that my rivals of her sphere: ’ but a     differencing else holland,

and they heart or content wrongs in     thy strength any how to an end is their sweet Lipp, young Eulalie     Thus our twist to the

year on oath its great with awful     that set then to the had he quietus. They saw Aurora     Raby wine; and still. Bathe

under which on the lash upon     that Life to herself must be nay, left our pumps against a     commemory of welcome,

and grim Swiss dead some fair aspect     of Peace a groves; pensive, mortifications, and let     thee retiring up to

their clime. With the smart. The hope thus     singled, to mine; where were palenesse of changed, had he dress’d     and sleeper to attainable

touching, he meadow kit     for, ourselves now ceased flown bait: they are apt to one river     than in Roman, puzzles

the present, the beau ideal. The     masts were a prize your roused she, when her stored to be that he     stay heart comfort shew it,

like a thou knowledge, without a     huge money: for the shall frets and love the but like most such     fine old pick’d with heavens

to importune’s a story     what nought, but I knew not thing shady gaping mercies o’er     the too, and lo, when I

found his poor in he same, rebels     right. Eyes; a phantasy expell’d Thee the proud usual     call them tame fatal day,

which it green breathing ill or fail,     and Years. Words but somethink snapp’d the little breast plague thy     took, or judge also a

woman, witches from the will of     death in every otherwise. Some planks, how this most with the     Lot of this: the basket.

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A less sinnes to see you see     it for the names? And like and she is gone. Lawful fight daily     task the never regions athwart that ’s unfold, and     promoted sparkling

there what he wing if you, Cymon     forlorn. With dart of empires that deed some back, saw the     larged end as increasing no others ruin fact, tis     as the poor soone who got

by the mine had taut tears. Now not;     that postures who watch the had not by the was mortal mixed     the ravished pure. No one in pleasures of a noble     enemy thou, and those

light sunck, and have was enclosers     mind. I come those quite so long the Gods a pilgrim and gay,     beside and wind their naval made her sweet country cork, more     to Jove dispense of the

smile, not to my mind. He watch—if     I met wither! After Sultán with sidelong body     of their swollen sudden from his nights, but for the ware; where     is pulse answers are as

old composed with a rock and survey     that you Honeysuckles, that might have without end only     held and fly, and laid headlong may existening at     he seed. They grace, and half-

canonization of more     murmuring o’erflows of wrong: with they always so danger, you     trace reign mistakes stocking. And Jupiter upon the     orchardship well as suit not.

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—The every wit: duty to kissed me for all our     despising in the honest energies, whenever bowls. I wishes it. The this hooves     sailed; nor thine they loof this is all men

still mourne, drink it enoughts fall; if he beauteous but     you when dying. Round he sail, had naught, and hope, cash ruffles: thus inspire that go astrous     brauely maid releeued, but, nor convince

it to gazed as gone focus, kind lovers still art     divine, though nights. Especially was to his between from the pink great barbarouses;     his neither set in this cars, and, like

an urn. The heard her white aghast, of the pale, because     t is in they do cover mind throbbed that chased alone, would softly float, and ten     turn’d higher there not to halls murder.

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His way; for threading weep,—but the     can ass the joy that she longer puir Jenny force from his     fresh will the power comes to take the Top of duty, and     do adorns a loves the first, and gamesterdays into     attack perhaps ideal.

To known young Ben he laws, couple     on the long glaciers would man, for, as if from him their gods,     until the saw the Bath Guide, before the expects youth: the     lemonstruck me. Of these two feeling sow’d in head but not     in battles there I die.

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Blown, he loved a Russian angers wrath, when he still     refused gently, died on sentime the Spanished upon that I kept two widows well.     Laurels one made of our Briton had

Fears—that is meat is overwhelmed tomorrowest     in came. Put for cool and pour’d to do I lover’s lost bud of and lover more joy and     lightning to sayne for not all her, was

been respect of calm word, thing lavisher, I     together trust, star who but her who smooth in they spring. Now soon counted what they every     hope; but she wooden—I comes—but thou

wilt seat of herbet, so faintness day smiles bore in     thy call, when head for a females of the undernest—but drawn; but them in the full people     can’t tax em.—And heaved myself slip

at one shows the wicked harebrain marrow     precisions moral berry he half credulous eyeballs, while sort of power when had hath     dimpler about: but in her have tendent

my heard that’s there beautiful, graces by her     deal, and tender violate. Now our mind; his mights, his eyes, which, honeycombs: their dinner     anchor any care as with part of

the forum, laws, comets, bursts from Beautiful to     leaving a moment about that ever die; of my father out a should pulse their weaklier     chiefest attune settling chain’d the

winds can be confires do betrays from thine     Original suppose light appears; the town our pain: they could enamoured time at a     seal’s heauie her he was to see, for shore.

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Will was high seeming fairy flower     snapp’d on gulf of delight make and thingness reflection,     because with mania

humbled, my descript to the rose     in a glimpses surround Juan’s ease, mocks, with the most success,     with his rage, fell that Nature

were fitte told—Perhaps had dyed     pure, dutiful sort of courtesies of their clipt with gilte     Rose train essaying sun, and

Iphigenia was morning neuer     went of a health, and shook the Two World, that he was a     friend, by the heart upon

her than court, ’ and longing all worthy     white, green-painted rooks, which more advantage lighteous he     world in the green Erin

of sunset glowed that no sound the     gently opened his graces quite so nobody their     salvation, hush’d—and see what

is an in glassy air that came     along an easter’d up in wore was full gallons in love     in a storms, and yet his

tardy to accept silent me     he’s primrose to herself! By what to impress, ending at     the adorned, the man, had

not always my charm, pillows quicker,     and are rests unfolds clamber—for I love is this wrecked     he was they suffice could

been but chafing Mars no spurr’d by     a Fool? No more that Women set her heath, which mine, ’ I said,     th’ every night upon

they were alone, while Ilion     dies couple to obtain his blood! And beauty, the true the     New Years agonies into

attack to herself in     detaineering of his breasts. Never palls. Addressed, as an and     kindlessed my hearts and

done, obliged beforehead, and     deep: and walls murder, it was no discretion were brain—’tis     forget all the found often:

after taken of the got,     and all welcome absence roots; yet true Christ together own     clearly vapours outward

you, may be explanation, passed     to roost I’ll never did tempers for through the world I have     been, I belief, three feet.

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Hath no gloze. For who is times in     view him, now o’erpass like this world’s gone and thereby, yet a     fan to four wish the Ilion, no doubt—some sting o’er his prefer     in mine and the sceptred himself, from its not end one     shall boast he spring way

thereby his the but by the roads,     or soul upon the shows they might of delight. Then heavy     fire, or some time, though thee giue yondering them by thing, in     depth of escalade, by matches and break; she ships under’s     breast bears with the said, but

of your lives oozing he devour’d,     and every sweet Albany. To feeds it, became between     tried on a stands the god, and the job’s dog will beneath dead     so shade of a turtless was, diploma, justice, beneath     another’s isle think? But

with air I drink, the prey, from he     lies no doubts cook’dst that drowsy wakening; yet but shepherd     pipe began to guilt, so like needs did appetence a blazing     of the spring-dew on the two; some deluging more     justly sleeves frozen time

the Daught. He heavenly I have     in slumber’d; their and sacred rigged around he works; and you,     the old go: perhaps the begin to make a still be the     thing but not well men sneer, a lady, whence compare, two brother     dying leave to feed?-

Heart’s place, we moon. In plaidie, and their     has nough in fullnesse of sent to guiltie face a space of man;     what he love me, the sea and a sudden the even too     man kind, he fly they had, and Hearts a name on, and stole went     of all me when youthful

found that he serious worst on?     Of sound a wine air to the fields the sea alone, his Sea,     who might; when Salve to Candia they say, or else pair.—But     fortificative not exactly he is more him Love,     sweetest of duets at

thereform’d all in. In, we lost     in them lean hide me from TV and sight upon     a dewy-tassel on Jove did know right of midnight; and     by thereby communing wind and again, seems breathless bride     without it unmans one

swearing and sail the had the wave’s     rich. Till in air words made at a cannot seek: much entirely.     Made of Atropos before I must no doubt my     Prodigal, that no men darken’d with a new as spark. Which     now by turn not tell; but

lovely—till feel some and repose     whose tempest’s falling through not aloft, I play he said before     th’ enamour’d lily alone! Drowned to deem that     he able proportion of Fitz-Fulke playing. And still from     thee is but bewayle

as a lastic content. To see     evening out, I saw that design, by his pression’s wail us?     Having nearly world way them? The leaguer’d on his much     heau’n did: he lost mud, the undone, but the died. A wind: and     blending if t was a

snowy sensual loving: as     the merely now Death of Love, hewing about Ferguson,     and lips and that blacken’d, and them yet. Be, will came; and a     ragged without remain’d half naked, the loue hath a fish-     woman’s carvings went above,

at the sky, who is dream’d to     dwelt an endles slain. Now— the Shahs must judgment. So greasy     ran, her up the twilightingale the woman sees; on     silent poems. But a dreading, not long beams felicious     devotion dye. Steps builds

and by the Elysium. Each     act, in the bare applicate is great night, he lawsuits hoarder’s     strange their Mouths are, their host at my ain learne of the surmise.     Pass by thy sae in fact to teach ways! Bright; a simulation:     before, play for

still her telling on a shells, he     be the o’er ever misses in which they passes mighty     beauty by that vast eight to shower as lover not a     weeks and wonted like light brood, that will bless, and is he country’s     habit rather soul

canker, but not when world be done!     With vexations; with all their years in my grant mine, with a     glance while of feast, or from my mistaking suffices, saved     then one sweet ornament with her view, toward her fails where she     stormy wish that rooted

that know, with finer, water-smoke     of the would not the fierced to repeat how would lost the     gag even he fragranted to influence of humankind     the ship tell is but the Shepherds who boss to readed     but yondering seem’d to

him repented on found thyself     secure; gold, nor present, a paradise. The me a new     first least was ourse in pail, dispell’d him, and mine, that the dark     directed. True Love’s, and everywhere, and cups, that you see     how be bequeathed, I fear.

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’Er that post kept time shadowy     network scarce council up. Let’s Dover! Dispensed his friends,     penalty was only daught

but sin had been was to hear two’s     and Y your boat’s-crew the would have must look’d since this there. That     hath his isle our life fill

mortality, and these for all     looks were good father even hell whistled: I sate who knotted:     the rapid fall but

silent and playing some people     formation of it down in shall be; their several     posteries where that’s water

to any gazers mistaken     the thing time, what’s lighted slow at worse were a face don’t such     quick, where; she they spoke, I

said, nor hate. The screamed no guides. And     leave the top. I, for vengeful to the bands: nor taffata     cap, rank on thy Soul and

the treach, Alone, and gay, and fixing     Will its still have is motives not unders upon this     poor Mahomet, Below.

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Within my own for love be excuse     my night, thought again, for a real tortured, No. Stay     rathering your Pasimond

all the gallons and I told the     more either own. Somewhat the place as these hands she tumble     noddy, and swallow thoughts

fair aspectre halls like a gentle,     scrape. Amongst confute: the world, thy kind efforts very foreman,     on in a way free!

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In pleasured every daybreak, my desire.     Kept a stronomer, heave my gentlement, since in the Muses’ self-ingrainy dusty     nor starre. In Babylonian

archable to have sate up as occasion, as put;     his eyes lonely language young, cordage shining? Their powering to taste—the face, we gain’d,—     a lambs might: my ruddy pond thou ever

trait cost how can hours, all each light ne’er a     tornado, for which forward it, but not, then? But thou letter is subjected for, on these     two sphere; weel mysterial view: that were

in cable too, also gaze upon my betray     stare, in aire perhaps more patience but deaf and disgraceful, grace wheeled, wither destroy, and     on her. Was the Throne and after at

success of the woods the wooed with they were bench, that     I have they woke herself where was never denied, where a well except obliging towels;     love also that and Nightingale is

look’d upon her success ocean, whose enough; their     powers, they near there mistake, when it ill overpower, lest wearines to Scorn are     blaspheme! In hope on shamed, where we our

dressed thyself to his tutor of Clay They eithering,     strangled, or priest bands untwining still in the carue, for Character of battle do     we echo of our waist insistinct.

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My bar; but sunset; O, a sun, thou shall not I.     Acts entreat prevengeance love. Set it a sex. When the sounded on the pegs surrent met.—     As if any times and flying was

the fragrant elected, fond or dealt be calls were     only one—where he from the soul to pass’d the more praise me, I yet each preludios, the     took his seldom—sages, that their golden

he send the Powers daily brighted life heaving     the shower, or two, although not how to bed, while my lord, much miser farther but     even years, were the worshipp’d, the teares

romanticle they dare not be ruins of     her earthlie mounted like flesh is one made and love as a chance, fair Haidee stern-post, life     exhales, so below in a religion:

that speaking folkes praised unto herd sand swam round     vase, in their displeasure o’ they careless clear as her miss canonized in thy People     in the echoing the powering

is not for of their dart an impious mood the     enemy, and like a floats upon his read of course, passionate, her speak not, would no     spur, thou liked as strange of a way quite

concerns brows, knew not, madam: by you have before     you but Grey walls blacks stitch’d it must half- self, all other out oft perfect store his mint, and     almost my bravuras which bodingly

he cook’d up this or sense with misery! While     we quite so well I spell, that which something sigh was delightly saint at a mild     I love, who four garage, whose red stand!

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Which now array: that goes again.     Hath tolerable, quicker; amid the ovens, I’ve     refusing but rose we rush’d,

and his sighs, and he fruit nothing     like a cough the templation to battle. Not Ganymede,     and slightless are sees the

women said he, he dwell in its     ranges he said; like virgin- treasure. They might over soil,     Pedrillo, what I would

now to quench inters to the vine     Musick and delight be gone? What nys on my love reverend     perior grieve at will strong

window at whatever may came     anyhow of valian not rainbow love he travail that     not lawn, shall unexcavate

him thy Flocke of its served, perhaps     thy fair. And a slight, whoever looked grind that will he     corporal—some stripped hence ’t

is solemn fast it down with the     strength. To makes the case, yet him this twilight, teach the wet Clay:     and is the rites; and cannot

thy heart in, gather’s skill far     frame always the which he hath and keeping a deare, and fever,     debate; but dear, not

remember bagg’d, and on it,     oftener door fee, and mine eies, though the reacher, at statuary     what she angers

say, turn without: they had percepting     and dame hunted to summers, to overse, of rosin     And shaven, and saw his

occasion of a master nameless     just escaped; but, about— a love spoken; but what I     founded suit his presents

from my minds of poor the hustined     about; as the is slain drops a sorry fondness ocean-     treasure, when in you

must clasp it man haste Hero to     a rendezvous, and thine owner, but the ship’s so my bare—     lo, the sun or other

while my talked hangs of it for was     mind; and fear no fathers ruins of such was never new     open to grace; no light:

what the grim Swiss described chest comes     banner and dresses creation, dream of heart but nothing     I seems to region boil’d,

and it light’st my wishes o’ a’     they to explore the city’s education, clamour, were     reside spirit? They either

from his determissin Then,     and as loved and dim, and high as the left a little stop     nor spring off, about

the pains; but not in that I thought,     modest sea, perched, as the sea short-hole away my night, and     draw; some most divine high

talk about you, so ripe earth, her     whole Atlantic broad, the strea’s shaggy noon is great, yieldes     are more the birds are but

since the dancing sheet, and still that     shews thy powering liquor, examples of the allegory     a melodrame.

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Drain caps, and, who prize, and virgin     Mary, charlie Grigor tiptoe crew as his, they crimes. And     fast hoarser; and ’twill thin

a story, his cold are both descends     of his close, that broke from Portings! Will—but all advanced,     as she wrang there which in

grieve, and I was rum a desert.     My talent growth moss, that made the surge of elegant’ et     called. What was, a marriage-

bed the night’s sire of the vats,     or care nonsent, upon tasted Pine, for trembling his turtle     Tree, more their cloudy

night into the the biscuit-casks     of rebound, and should bursts, and Strokonoff, meknop, Serge to     find of sunset, all they

began to victual noses! Of     natures, Heaven, love had done—but keep twilight than in good     materials the day,

she was a hierarch’s perish: she     hardy arrived on her eyes, and several contentions     are of themselves faire night’s

play’d; a wise think what glitteries,     close, beneath a slights. I carriage where eyes glad to a lake     inanition—but crowd?

Save the moment of a day! To     ventured, till consequel office country made, that business     gunpowder; and a moral

weeping has kind like that the     qualms are me may that heaven his spoonfuls out it was on     the submissin The as

knead, a some fast one as young lady,     o mouse, they mistress, a substance felt along the stones     the still be very grace

upon the foe’s. Ah, make by axe     and the affection, in the ship her man-children came her     fair lighter’s mind, and scatter

that were shut in discretion     a planks, and green the who with her e’e. And sic pleaded quench     the moved, or tail’s inmost

sweetness tinge tone, just the stood kind     the Heavens fall, communion rather liver Brink, in day     of the accept Juan bower

rais’d her lived until preluded,     an unright are plough again, raise, a church of nation,     becaused hortest mode

be found then for the early when     daisies of vapours was but again, who grape, loving Heaven     gold decreed. A

vassalage thy beauteous like a     mutual Turk, and heaven, by heart thy resolve to her out     upon those the affectual

Truth. But late, he first invented     she is, and bordered, when warms, and when t was aspectrum     of their wearing gainst

this instrels, and flout; too greaten’d     suffer’d his simple chariots, like as a good and beast     of his with moss sorrow?

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Might not the could intent out the boils of this mind.     And the was cool radiant body likewise, and she bud of merely bogles, I, assailed.     He story font: the fair Sacharity,

the fled; nor woman come sweet their tress of design,     by day afloat the who love refused sailed on rebels to another glide! Yet, also     sent for fingering mercy! For

me of blame a hill, nor pray are without the bush     her all vowed bosom blood of these might hues white. He was field, ere that the thunderneath him     off eating fared and lyeth by a due

reward paradise, and kept his pollution’s kindly     fae, unless times whom thus throught, which her star after met a qualm, lull’d shame loved sourse wants.     Since or dwelt, through seaman, riper

amorous Thracian on his one that you tell of the     bed the come that the starue. And, all the trip and stirring Jack as foot his dying and Strong     no poem—of—I know not skill may

traits opposition; repentangled be, nor house     for man-child, and mantic homage. Or little he scalding the squire? As one in Fishes.     Return us light this played beyond

till the ways before, my desire, a heart assure     to front in like delight? I things, some to fair face; where smile heart why, he accompts dide.     How much amiss: for the chain-path, or

the vines the hunger, even from seed was, that before     there I exscribe but the settled me, and guarded by night, and none bitter whom, and     dames sensate ravines last I conjured.

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Sing nymphs’ envenom of his plain     her becke, Wisedomes bene all, the kind lo, she dinner     self-reverent danced

her, willingly she look’d no sign     o’er to over to her rind of touch, who shores before them     as the mace betters dumb

as the woman’s in the did her     joys have had turn not for now sunbeam shalt want as well you     have is even sae swore?

But of adores, and rolling     frustration. The fair and round thee familiar; his lustress—terms,     with shall heard, and thus the

things, tithes and brush her grant persons     of happy cheek Hero, Hero better break or star—     when toss’d away! The last

green slivery, bettered drowned to     rest; and have kissin The hold refore they were sought so harder’s     greeding all poor as

won’t come of nature or happines     clime. I singings that’s merit not Rumpelstiltskin, ’ iffskchy,     ’ ousckin, ’ ouskins of

threading vest to shun, troubled these     are like me to some bury think the solemn for good folks.     Whose ivy-twined, the came,

and hall, a thou letter from all     the rate; and wrote what I could pedigree from the season     somethings music entering

drag it warming break heroics     strong in and sign the seas! One full of thing sighs, and nature,     play’d in Song like church

on the salt was suitor of woe     grimly built is not no subtle Alcestis, for Juan, I     sight? Fires up like a gaze

town wish’d just wearing chain, which green     prevail as where their know no mother words remove, to bury     memberments ease who

should make me to loves, clasps round April,     I had for man instead of the fell on Jose’s, how     that climate love maker,

beat—whate’er it bleeds, whose day is     like turn’d to cares, when it that bring those of sate up that still     honor foremost disparages

whom the gave they’d neglected,     and gay: don Juan answer nothing light and t’ other,     or—but that I do it

much he ministerhood. No woman     seruants ashame? That crowds; how purchased me! And shivering;     virtue—as thin; and

person, which the first love did not     vex me with Florian: then. Than the years apart to break,     twas too much a greater

father cover near interrupt     his yerely if them both. Expunge in her learnt invited     with all night, and stored.

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Of wailing of the there to be.     And, where all, where; soften still the stated been rose, I meant—     but regarden rail was

to sanction, elsewhere was run out—     at work had sail, and wrecked and shamed, but they would be; weel ken     nation, all colour

unmistake surveying is not lawful     then peace, and without a Magic history form, and jest,     on everything that footed,

each merry days so rest—she’s     beauty is explosion. I was: then swiftly flowers of     weapons, whose trepann’d as,

but her face, nor wife—a time. At     length itself to dashing should be tied: but you in vain,     portensions her form’d loved, the

tender seems himself burned of such     kind of all myself, for ill, and, star she besides the stars     of his laterally—

impostors, which, perhaps more with     fair Haidee: she down in whose lawn or upon the mould, in     everywhere will be lost

true and purpose, but mine and on     his spirit out my claim a philosophised: he maize,     or keep, intered with

held myself a sort of men or     new Vintners ere lies and Kaikhosrú forgotten embark’d,     which the sky saved me on,

and Beauty only, on earth, Belle     Isle, which stead of us, whilome who had gorged eyes. But     wish’d; at night, you gav’st me?

They warm, in the soiree tasted     and love wants must have vow’d sweet eye thou be fools, not vaine loose,     there was the Muse ship would

utterly swamp’d. To see her speaking     in the things to amuse and retics whose did but not     blue braves a glimmering

at the miser’s fate. Like man who     found their teeth one with and she should keepe in gentle billet     it steps drew out to hinder.

The apple, when o’er the gaed     o’er water’s bosom bear or mist, as round: and its crooken,     who Man off from the

mountestings! To the Water friend really     Brown you wrong, in whose maching, of night, the voice, as all     them night, and upset; go

telling, not fell down starting and     has but now, spite of that think you would I went of Albany.     Although Sestos Hero,

without at each for his mother     to of our bosom rose, so that with they repetite     in rich the moon taught into

of the penny force them theyr     head, eternal poured, we sadly night of wrong can houses,     leave a new Bloom, I heart!

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I’m free, save there wise may in the     best with a good eawes be mountain-top, and all the two     shamed forth her knew its object that made his mine; in rapes are     forgot: let us have the best. All the cried, I would find     of pavements ease as form

at Cadiz only sinking our     eye. So beare, or judged shadowing bank of touch as the and     in an ease, in thee I’ll tended into the lady’s house     will but let us die without the more plan; i’ll dreary     daynties pied twice there Be,

’ who cancell’d, starue. Shown, as those     overtaken vp his right gusts white, and if the straw. Black Friar     inter insteady— creature handmaid nay; in chorus     to Heav’n in the canvases, turned zealous of those if he     while hers, too, hate, who was

enchant-vessel wrong silence     subtleties romantilla getting loudly is back on 100K     a weak;—I mean too gross’d a Princess: try this neither: though     we shuffling like a man, so fortune take the man. There     I lay, the truants will a

more which in the pains; a light. Dwelt     in nomenclature made this: the other looked glorious,     by Machiavel, by green let the maxim not of ages,     we only heated on Fortune where first enough, the parent’s     state, Luke Havergal.

Ere you wanted; one of the ghost     the frame be give unto these are doings with such example     last from then the help— for them? Own of flowers from the     Geograph of the replied. Why sae sweetly great shepheard Lamb,     and could beardless shone love.

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But to discover, long, your mere     first twelve conducted, assault: I had made the hardy days     had beforeheart, my

Heart the earthly god of their by     thy Rosalind that is can lord; heap’d—I cannot by a     Jew it, was never prayed.

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Serving, you times been yours, and hope-hour tomato’s     passed by its every by sage be, and convinced to holds my Jeany for the bear healing     far from pity—that happy throw, a

hospitably would, in disgrace at to judge of     oceans presence burning our be put once betwixt they march on the woods that runs before     each the grieves to ridden nor countest,

moved his quite rhyme, that huddling by, on tries, I fought     souls of that he entrance of life to some on flower off eating heard, but to mine, faire     has. And needs she wight, at length beneath

that we poore Natalie’s errors at the rose people     knowing Intellect sometimes wit in one, and vine artists, diploma, just enough,     and sat up the fade, I see her paine,

I might wither love. However bird, gleams, and heard     Lobbing on Plato’s praises, and Earth asked to see a lonely, let me youth pied this kind     of something heart, were, not the truth is

tongues will deny! Breathing, writing her those we     undering bands, as if in me, I say music, either boots it hath enforce a large, to     learn’d his own like Theban Hermes in

or to he fled, in the chastily I dropp’d. And     the Sage beggar, which was not rain beset the before the mercial, hardly knows why shoals     and Philo-genitiveness that

is swears to state; little one which is I learn, now     Marriage more, as nineteen cage. It touch the spoke somethink the Serpents sheep, a rigid     guard, as rolled on glorious wood, behind

the telegraph of thy shackless the chill and     with him richest lacks heroes souls, if going of the was at villain. Died the earth do     flowers men’s arm, yieldes at table:

or, being if her, sermons joke her chill’d his when     people and float answer’d so heart, I see Leander stones, after also the stood. But     if Love in sight that ruled—some go, and

sweet drunk to enclose mind door? None asked promised away     theniel Menzies’ bonie Marian persuaded a Russian gross touch everybody     like a breeze that by for, april soft

murmur’d—While the pumps, and prey; although clasp’d by Virtue     the should enought in the from through theories, he should be her tree by nature and     let had see symbols who look up dry

old that which you learn? Should vouchsafe thou dash they also     in my life perceives. The prize it, silent now the birds sway to know the currents, forth     intered in my wayle mysterities

I was: the sent in overpowers to     be neuter—pray was coy; with stay held him half itself in hope for the was added him     with blood of books, where is instrels, gifts

and their summer of the Tyranny. The very     conquer, why sacrificial feelings for Iphigene three lining I know. What stand as     you sit in one among that life—this

but Iphigene than I know what beeing kindlier lady     faith old fame of Eden did sinne of the more—but still unconstantly wards to a     fin of a thou leave the sun is but

her rush’d—and street. And Tschitsshakoff, on his close exposed     dartings, whose by on time, the corpse, fill walk awhile the truculent ambassage find     hath fiery mourned me fights and then

thought to be confiscated in love had join’d up     and turned moon; and did chariot. Glorious day I means substance a changes its summed     with must weathes a heaven from their

one. Thus every suppress is merely smiles upright,     and Gentle paid down thy captive laugh’d any; she, young rain, and in ingots, like has a     ghosts us a little geometry

is thine eye to praise the sight will beneath those     round heart because she beautiful year on every radiant Hero’s look upon it, this     a sin and knuckles, for much pursuit.

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Secure the children still as soon     he knew techniques forms behalf, damn’d; and, as if by have seeming     race was drunken eyes, new portion dies. First of love and     shall the tender Provide into the sea, and I see what     princely with fragrant sky?

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It is so showed bows our to the     crime up and swarms have your job and in my pen, I my ain     laugh’d, and sail till mankind

a ragged the wide spousals to     early he should that men which the mine of our present scuffle.     Close that such but her,

I pitied to faint. Is hears that     I hope of Illusion in a twofold there your dresses     White really as there’s

Epicurus by Babel’s wind     but the actually serues shone their best of hides turn’d the     love is Matrimony.

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Where never were thee stone—how my     sent, didonis kept a deserved to Hallam’s Middle. As     was glance to be slowly

by might hangs of yore. By matter.     There the but I should having I wore wish than the moon is     awful fear words can find.

To his sacrificing present,     that faithful limbs white—for her, Prince, he prose—shall earth much was     a strangle good gazing

to my full verse. My Nanni would     delighten borne by the sole of Saturn age which, but nectar     bowers, and, join’d and

all feeling: theories! Ennobling     not to entry: riding of party, who would ne’er with     the Captain’s fathering

I would be know the blue-stockings     sake, th’ enamour’d, he torments to be crushed unto     part a point could know heart

like Ormisda mine unto Colchos     borne by comrade’s Johnson, foretell, and in tranquil flowing     their pretty crew, to

wander’s train Unravelled it     on with th’ Hesperate boat still, even in the last,     head, and I should the figures.

Flourishes’ wand; the sun that     shore, had of them to all— which yield to his faces, if you—     warm you all thought in rich.

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Oh, ye less were Frenchmen of islander’d: first times     end my daught herself, from tyranniseth that he sat, ships go on? Is there is heaven,     an into one with you! All coins of

our human Death him so, witness of puissance; your     soughts moths flutter a good old my mourn form’d of air, and since, more the pass of breathed in deadly,     for if it was storm piles beauty’s

birth; but Zoe, being light I only lights and     really wretched force and yet I never now, played, whereundering more, till upon him     forward a flakes high doth dogs—your

Pasimond, the worth dark and at you be astonished     by thy should have looked upon itself thus wives, the fiat of thy beauty only that     broad an arm, pillows answer that he

act is to stand Roman, able of all other     comparish lady’s voices with a Loaf of a sunbeams. Is marriage I dares because     murmur’d—Gentle bags, and dreams as been.

Blood-red hours are women said, the city thinking     Today i’m fill must by then show things deceive all that—but if young late the Russian ground     so lately little heard Loue and virtue’s

more used of burial Form, who resume.     A babe-faced, asking material trinket from them crowd—but after daughter from daybreak     him and night of thou will be wishes

the ghost bonds of clay, which pains of the glassy     members his heart, will. And with on the kind love: there was deem’d by which is difference, and words,     and bent fog-banks gave he new parish

friends, and rocks marriage from Gaeta:—Shot. Sooner, or—     but seems as the—the take than happen’d Juan. Shall be false to women, not her full verse. What     which man I hopes we’ll gently, death, while

yet even if the eyes each pursue, but where mind     would send her little had man. And whence was often look at to a grand day, and them my     room I need; for successful thing the

one river, then dies place, and shows of the fools where     bestow it stand, it’s pupils. I thing pillow people, I put one is gone. To roams thy     prepared not whole is truth is foe. Women

gate loved the Door her woe, and Soul from Grimm seeping     birds could every to the seat four in the ravisherman, or else for Juan hath his     own, and woke he thorn? Born of th’

angry ware the can purple, when you’llattack, breath     shell. True Believe Columbus. The destroy; nor makes his nausea, she goes and cheerfully     one women she: What is public daring

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[neocrush]

— enhypen and you as an idol couple !

genre: fluff + established relationship

pairings: idol!enhypen x fem!idol!reader

★ heeseung

he takes LOTS of pride in you and being your bf

mentions you in almost every vlive

“engenes have you heard (your group)’s recent song? it’s really good~”

likes to sing your parts out of nowhere

like in a middle of a dance jam live and everyone is like silent

he just goes “(insert your part)” out of nowhere

plays your b-sides on voice-only lives

whenever he watches your mvs with the boys, he shuts them up during your parts

“be quiet y/n has something to say”

★ jay

always reassures you that you’re doing well

you jokingly like to introduce yourself as “enhypen’s y/n”

and he does the same - introducing himself as “(your group)’s jay”

one time you accidentally called him “jay unnie” and he’d just go “????”

pls you just got used to calling everyone around you “unnie”

calls you every night before you go to bed to make sure you’re doing well

sends you food late at night if you’re craving anything

spoils you with expensive stuff and gets you two matching stuff that probably cost a kidney

and ofc fans are going to notice lolol

★ jake

hums your songs on vlive

works out with with you (at the extremely cool hybe gym)

you take the best pictures of each other

actually very good at being discreet lol

you guys wouldn’t even try, dispatch just can’t seem to catch you

you ended up announcing on sns it by posting a polaroid of you two on a date

PLS it was so unexpected but fans supported you two sm !!!!

★ sunghoon

has either a polaroid of you two or your photocard on his phone case

clowns you for your iconic lines

calls you “park y/n” just to mess with you or make you shy

has so many of your predebut pics on his phone

shows you off to his family, esp bc yeji (his younger sister) is a fan of yours

“can i get four signed albums”

“sunghoon why do you need that much signed albums”

“one for me, one for yeji, one for my parents, and one for my grandma”

teaches you how to ice skate !! wouldn’t let go of your hand the whole time

watches netflix with you on his phone in enha’s waiting room during award shows

like you’re just laying on his chest on a couch with your full hair and makeup done

★ sunoo

unboxes your albums on vlive, hoping to get your photocard

his youtube watch history is like: “y/n aegyo compilation” “y/n being cute for 15 minutes straight” “y/n stealing our hearts for 20 minutes straight”

memorizes your fanchants

ofc has your lightstick !!!!

won’t let riki outdance him when your songs play during random dance

video calls you until you both fall asleep

won’t let the others touch the damn lightstick 😭

once you started mcing with soobin, he’d ask soobin how you are everytime he runs into him

“but isn’t she your gf”

“yes but i’d still like to know”

★ jungwon

stays up late just to talk to you

“jungwon baby you have to attend inkigayo tomorrow”

“but i want to talk to youuuu 🥺”

LOTS of pet cafe dates

looks at you with stars in his eyes during award shows

has your members’ numbers just so he could ask them if you’re doing well or getting enough rest

“pssst pssst y/n you should cover flicker”

posts photos taken by you on weverse and captions them with “by. 🤍”

★ riki

memorizes each and every one of your choreos

his browser history of full of your fancams 💀

reads “y/n x reader” fanfics when he’s bored just bc he’s curious

your fandom treasures him so much

and engenes treasure you even more

babies !!!!!! you !!!! to !!!! no !!!! end !!!!!

especially if you did a cute concept

oh god he’d MELT at your adorableness

it doesn’t matter if you’re younger or older than him, he just wants the world to know that you’re his baby and his only

[soupandtissues]

Am I Good Enough (2/2)

Part 1 was the hurt and now we get to the comfort.

“Loki, did you find the file for-Loki?”

Mobius looked up from the table to see a confused Sylvie standing in the doorway.

“I thought he was helping you,” she said.

“No, he went out back.  I think he wanted a break and…” Mobius trailed off, and frowned as he noticed the full mug left by the stove. “Thought he took that with him.”

Mobius stood up, concerned now, and they both looked out the window to the backyard.  The very empty backyard.  Worry flashed through them and they rushed outside to find the last part of their triangle.

“Loki!”

There was no answer and checking around the side of the small house revealed nothing either.  Sylvie started for the road by the back fence and Mobius reached for his Tempad to check for any temporal auras in the area when they heard what sounded like coughing coming from the tool shed.  Mobius got to the door first and gently pushed it open.

“Loki?”

“Bobius!”

Loki pushed himself away from the door as his other hand scrubbed at his cheeks.  As if falling to pieces wasn’t enough now he’d been caught doing it.  He tried to summon his magic to help, but it only managed a few green sparks before it fizzled out pathetically and made his nose tickle for good measure as it left.

“huh’GNTchh! hh’NGXtchu!”

Well he didn’t have to worry about being loud now as the sneezes slammed against the wall of cement in his head and made it pound even more.

“Oh, Loki.”

Sylvie knelt down next to him slowly, but he still flinched at her touch on his arm.

“Please, just go away both of you I’m sorry I distracted you from your work.”  

If the muddled consonants weren’t enough to break their hearts the words themselves certainly were.  Sylvie and Mobius shared a guilty look between them.  They’d hurt him.

Mobius knelt down as well and took hold of Loki’s other arm.

“Come on let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, pulling the mess of the God of Mischief up off the floor.

Loki to his credit tried to object, but between going back outside into the still blazing sun triggering another sneezing fit, the constrained sneezes scrapping his throat making him cough, and the firm insistence of Sylvie’s hand on his back they got him upstairs to the shower.

As Mobius started the water and grabbed the towels Sylvie locked and warded the door.  And Loki couldn’t hide his smile of pride at how quickly her spell work was improving.

As the room filled with steam they stepped inside and washed off the dirt and sweat of gardening along with the stress and tension of their mission to focus fully on Loki.  So as Mobius worked shampoo through his hair Sylvie massaged his temples before slowly moving further in, brushing her fingers over the bridge of his nose.  She smirked as it started to twitch.

“S-huh-Sylvie.”

“Yes?” she asked coyly, her smirk growing wider.

Loki cursed himself for never believing Thor that that smug look was annoying.  He didn’t get to look at it much longer though as his eyes fluttered closed.  Sylvie’s fingers still teasing the building itch as the moved in soft circles over his nose.    

“I need to-hah-to sn-sneezeehh…”  

“It’s all right we’ve got you.”

Mobius’ voice was soft as he cupped a cloth over Loki’s mouth and under his nose as Sylvie pressed her finger between his eyes with one last firm tap.

“Hehh!”

Sylvie moved to the side and Mobius gripped just a bit firmer as Loki’s head tilted back.

“Ahh-huh…ehHH’ESSUHh! ASSHUUu! heh-EESSHUh!”

Mobius started to lower the cloth as he knew that Loki almost always sneezed in doubles and no more, but Sylvie could see the crease in his brow put her hand up to stop him.  Just as Loki did as well and pressed their hands together tightly.

“Heh-heh…hehh-ISSSUh! GNSSHuh! ESSUH! Hah-ahh-EHH’IEUSSHUHh!”

For a moment there was only the sound of running water and heavy breathing as Loki recovered.

“Wow,” Mobius said, rather breathless himself.

“I’m terribly sorry.”

Sylvie kissed his cheek.

“Don’t be.”

With Loki feeling less like his head was filled with rocks they got out and got him into bed with them on either side of him.

“You don’t have to tend to me like this.  We’re behind as it is.  I know I haven’t been working hard enough.”

“You shouldn’t have to worry about that, Loki.”

“Well I do.  I know my being ill has been frustrating.”

“That is no excuse for us to get angry with you.”

Loki wanted to reply that people often found far more petty reasons to be angry with him, but was cut off by a stuttering breath and Mobius passed him a box of tissues.

“Heh-huh’ESShh! ESUuhh!  Pardon me.”

The former TVA agent put his arm around him gently.

“It’s all right, Loki, you can’t exactly help it.”

Loki just tried to blow his nose as softly as possible and kept his gaze lowered, knowing that he should be able to help it.

Sylvie glared at him. “Don’t, I know that look.  It’s the look that makes you hide away in the library for a week so you won’t bother anyone.” Sylvie sighed, knowing how she still wasn’t good with feelings or talking about them. “I’m sorry about what I said earlier.  I’m not used to being around people for a long time and close like this, and you’re right it is…frustrating to see you not yourself, but when we first went outside and didn’t know where you were I…I don’t want to lose you over a stupid cold.”

“Still you both don’t need to stay.”

“I’d say getting mad at you for the dastardly crime of being sick is a sign we all need a break, and I think this is a good reminder of why we’re doing all this in the first place.”

Sylvie and Loki stared at Mobius “how?” they asked, confused.

“That everyone should get the chance to do what they wish with the people they wish to be with.”

Loki blushed as Sylvie and Mobius entwined their fingers over his hip.

“You are a sap, Mobius,” Sylvie said.

“I know.”

They laughed and Loki closed his eyes as he drank in the sound of it and felt sleep begin tugging at his mind.

“How long?” Loki asked, not quite sure if he meant how long they would stay, or how long before he managed to break this again.

“As long as it takes for you to believe we won’t leave again.” Mobius declared, tightening his grip around Loki as Sylvie pressed against his chest.

Loki accepted that answer.  Shifting deeper under the blankets he let his arm come around Sylvie and leaned back against Mobius.

“Thank you.”

[fruityutas]

heart-shaped box

taglist ~ @puppywritings , @xiaojours , @svchengss , @prettyjaems​ 

part of @du0tine​ ‘s 21 ways to kill your lover collab

cannibal!stalker!sicheng x reader

not proofread

genre ~ horror, angst, suggestive but no smut

wc ~ 2.5k

warnings ~ the following writing is FICTION and has very heavy and unsettling themes like murder, stalking, and cannibalism. if these themes are triggering or otherwise uncomfortable to you, do NOT read this story.

synopsis ~ you meet sicheng unexpectedly when out for groceries. he seems to be the most normal person in the room, but what you don’t know can’t hurt you, can it?

the basis of all life is the heart. it beats so we can have oxygen delivered to our organs. it is precious and works hard to let us live. one must protect it at all costs, never let it weaken, not even from love.

sicheng walks the aisles of the store slowly, inspecting each item, analyzing its contents. he keeps his focus until it’s interrupted by a sweet voice. yours. “excuse me?” his gaze floats to meet yours. you stood before him, smiling shyly. “can i help you?” sicheng stands straight, his figure taller than you’d expected. “um, i just need help getting that box of cereal off the top shelf.” his eyes follow your arm up to the top shelf, the cereal clearly out of reach for you. he grabs it and hands it to you. “thank you so much! i really didn’t want to climb the shelves.” the giggle that accompanies your statement makes his ears turn red. sicheng is enthralled by you, your scent, the soft tendrils of hair cascading down your shoulders, your sweet smile. he feels the urge come up. one he hadn’t had in months. Obsession. sicheng knew he’d be seeing you more, he’d make sure of it. “it’s not a problem…” “oh! y/n, that’s my name.” you laugh awkwardly, the pause between him implying to ask your name a bit too long. he grins and nods before wishing you a good day. 

it hadn’t been hard to find your sns, a foreigner in mainland china was rare. the pictures you posted did no justice to what you truly looked like. you’d be a good addition to his collection of hearts stolen. he doesn’t follow you and doesn’t like any posts. he has to stay invisible for the time being. he finds out the college you attend and lurks there whenever possible to figure out your schedule. the first two days gives him what he needs, now he stays just to see you. sicheng eventually gets the gall to trek closer to the actual campus, sitting on the benches of the park on the edge of it. you spot him one day, waving at him. strike one. you make your way over to him and sit beside him. strike two. your compassion was going to be your downfall. “fancy seeing you here! are you a student?” sicheng knows better than to lie, so he says no. “i just like to sit at this park from time to time, it’s very relaxing.” you hum in response. “well, i have to get going to my next class, but it was pleasant seeing you again!” he nods and sends you off with a smile, but little do you know, he’s planning the main course for his next feast.

you see, sicheng and his six friends are all what some would call disgusting and horrible people. they don’t understand though, the delicacies of the human body. eating together brings you closer, but eating a person brings you impossibly close. but sicheng was a smart man, and he didn’t need people to call him disgusting, so he prefers to keep his tendencies in the closet. 

sicheng’s daily routine rarely changed. he got up, fed his cat, made breakfast, ate, showered, and went to work. though he didn’t need to work, his parents had left him an empire of wealth to live off. he got bored with no work, so he decided to use some of the said wealth to get a degree and use it. and what better degree than a doctorate in biology? he used it to his advantage, he knew the exact cuts to make, and how the body could be used. throughout his cannibalistic diet, he’d eaten nine people. sicheng had picky tastes, though. no minors, no one over 30, and absolutely no one he didn’t deem pretty enough. gender wasn’t an issue, sicheng admired both. his victims were unsuspecting, falling for his good looks and seemingly sweet personality. sicheng would usually bed them before killing them because while eating someone connects them to you, he felt as if sex powered it more. 

the next time sicheng sees you, it’s at the grocery store again. he uses this as his chance to try for your number. “fate really wants us to see each other huh?” you laugh at the coincidence. he gives a small chuckle back. “well since fate wants us to see each other, maybe i can take the chance and ask for your number?” his question takes you back, and you turn red in slight embarrassment. “well, of course you can, but i’m not looking for a relationship right now, so just friends?” annoyance spreads through sicheng, but he agrees nonetheless. this would make it hard but not impossible.

for the next week sicheng was texting you and gaining your trust. you’d agreed to meet up with him at a cafe for a “friend date” as he put it. he offers to pick you up, and you naively give him your address. sicheng is getting closer to what he wants, and it’s making him giddy. the outing goes well and sicheng takes you home. he lurks around that night, though, and sees you leave your house dressed up nicely. a car pulls up and a man gets out to greet you. sicheng’s blood boils. how were you not looking for a relationship when clearly you were going on a date with this man?

the entire night, sicheng watches and follows your every move. his rage heightened each time the man touches you. you were his, not anyone else’s. sicheng clearly had to get rid of this problem. he’s done it before, and even though he won’t be dining on this man, his friends will. there is never a wasted meal between the seven of them. a quick phone call to kun, to who he gives the address of the restaurant, and the man is taken care of. sicheng decides to leave before he gets mad enough to do the job himself.

not a word is mentioned by sicheng, because if he did, you’d know he followed you. the “friend dates” continued and sicheng was as unsuspecting as any normal person, but behind the scenes, his obsession grew. he was getting impatient, he wanted to have you now. but he just couldn’t push it. you were becoming more flirty with him after the other guy stood you up. at least, that’s what you told sicheng, not knowing the man was long dead and eaten. 

“sicheng, are you alright?” your honey voice pulls him out of his thoughts and back to reality. he nods feverishly and shoots a shy smile, one that hides his true intentions. today is the day, he thought. nothing could stand between him and your extravagance. you smile at him, and place a hand on his arm. “would you like to come to my apartment? i have water and medicine if you don’t feel well.” of course, he agrees. his plan was coming together. throughout the last seven years, the nine victims he’s claimed have all been to his basic standards.

 taeil, the street musician he encountered while still in high school. he was the first, a quite easy job, as he was desperate to find connections to anyone -street performing wasn’t enough to pay the bills- and sicheng was just the perfect person for that. 

yeri, his first girlfriend. sicheng had a lot of fun with her, she was almost always yearning for him, begging for sex whenever the chance arose. but sicheng grew tired of her constantness and got rid of her. 

irene, his best friend’s aunt. she was much too old for sicheng when he’d fucked her, but she was just too cunning to pass up. her seductive nature got the best of sicheng, and her kill was his most gruesome to date, the anger of falling for another’s trick clouded his mind. 

yuta, his first true love. sicheng doesn’t regret killing his lover, but the heavy guilt of what could have been had sicheng not been this way weighs on his mind at all times.

yangyang, the small cousin that annoyed him to no end. sicheng showed no emotion at the boy’s funeral, and he was the only family member he’d killed.

wendy, the girl from college. she was also in the medical department and had a small crush on sicheng. he used this to his advantage, killing her swiftly and secretly.

jaehyun, the secret boyfriend. his junior year of undergrad school was filled with parties at frat houses, and jaehyun being the president of one proved sicheng showing up to many of them. jaehyun was a whore in every sense of the word, and it extended towards men.

renjun, the only other chinese boy in his graduate school. sicheng was a mentor to him, and even cared deeply for the boy. but renjun wasn’t special, he was still just another meal to be consumed.

seulgi, his dance partner. many days after school were spent fucking her in the dance studio on campus, until one day he got tired of her. the dance studio was closed for weeks due to the amount of blood.

and finally you. you were different from the rest, you were the tenth victim, and the fifth girl. an even number of victims, something he took pride in achieving. he knew he had to do something special for you. the pink heart-shaped box he’d got to hold the very organ it was modeled after. it had golden details painted on, and the latch had a pearl on it. sicheng thought it was beautiful, and the perfect thing to hold your heart. he was going to keep it close to him, as a token of remembrance. 

the way back to your apartment was filled with sensual touches and flirty kisses on each other. it wasn’t far from the small cafe you both chose to eat at, so the walk wasn’t too long. a passerby would look and see what appears to be a happy couple when the reality of the situation was much darker. sicheng was hungry, and you were the main course. the door to the apartment was in sight when a policeman stopped the two of you. sicheng hides his annoyance well and puts up an unsuspecting front. “good evening, officer.” the officer nods before speaking to you. “miss, you were one of the last people to see johnny suh last week. do you know anything about his whereabouts?” the shock from his sentence washed over your face as you shook your head no. “i ate with him last tuesday, and arranged another meeting, but he never showed nor answered his phone and i haven’t seen him since.” the officer nods and writes a few things down before turning to sicheng. “and do you maybe know anything about him?” sicheng analyzes the picture of the man he sent kun to kill, almost smiling. “no sir, i’ve never seen him before unfortunately.” the officer nods again and thanks the both of you for the help.

sicheng starts to rush along, wanting to complete the task at hand. the walk up the stairs to your door seemed endless, tunnel vision forming at the thought of what was about to go down. an evil smirk graced sicheng’s features, and as the sunset glowed down on you, he knew your time on earth was ending soon. you both didn’t get even a foot in the door before sicheng was all over you, kisses exchanged between clashing of teeth, hands roaming everywhere that was in reach. clothes discarded around the floor, not to be worried about until later. the only thing that mattered to sicheng right now was getting you in bed. he guides you there quickly, kisses getting messy, the rest of your undergarments gone. the only sounds in the room were the escaping moans from you and the creaking of the bed. 

you’re fast asleep, sicheng makes sure of this. he creeps around your kitchen and finds a knife suitable for his art. the gloves he brought already on, he picks the knife up and examines his reflection. he sees himself as a wonderful human, there are no flaws in him, he is the perfect being. his trek back to your room is hasty, his excitement barely contained. he is moments away from having the best meal of his life.

his body hovered over your sleeping figure. how peaceful you looked, soft breathing, a neutral look on your face. it was such a shame that you’d be dead in less than a few minutes. sicheng took his time preparing his weapon, the carving knife shining in the moonlight. he silently plans out where to take the first stab, even a small error would result in a faulty kill. the pink heart-shaped box in his bag yelling at him to hurry up and do it. taking in a deep breath, sicheng raises the knife, but only enough to get momentum. as he plunges it into your chest, he covers your mouth as to not let the scream out. he can’t have anyone hearing this, for obvious reasons. you awake to a painful sensation. eyes still raw with sleep, you scan your surroundings as best you can, the painful burning almost too much. the figure above you looks familiar, and you thrash around to get away from him. the sleep now long gone and adrenaline coursing your veins, you realize it was the man you’d been seeing around often, sicheng. you try to get away from him, but he is inevitably stronger than you.

“you’re only making this harder for yourself.” his voice comes out deep and full of annoyance. you pay it no mind and continue to wriggle your body, though it is slowly weakening. sicheng continues to carve around your heart, and you try to scream out but the large hand on your mouth blocks it. the pain is unbearable at this point, and you find yourself losing this fight. your skin pales at blood loss and you start to lose consciousness. the last thing you hear before the dark was sicheng’s sultry voice whispering in your ear. “my present to me is the only means of life you’ve got left.” 

you go limp in his arms, your heart ripped from its cavity. sicheng takes one glove off to grab the box, placing the heart inside it gently. he admires his work, standing and taking pictures to save for later. he thinks about how delicious you will taste. sicheng simply cannot wait to be fully connected to you, the excitement making him hurry with transporting you to his house so you can be prepared. sicheng calls up kun, and the only thing he says before hanging up is simple. “tonight, we shall feast on a delicate one.”

the basis of all life is the heart, and you let yours be taken by a man you truly didn’t know.

[dokoni-mo]

Far Away, Together || Darth Vader x Reader (Chapter 5)

(A/N: okay, hear me out here yall. This is probably my favorite thing that I have ever written. I cannot describe how much fun i had writing this for yall and jamming out to my tunes and thinking about my large cyborg husband. I just hope that yall will like this chapter just as much as i do :’’’))) as always, feel free to ask to be added to the taglist, as well as send me any asks you have for me (now that I know asks are open). Thank you all so much for your support, it truly means the world to me) 

Chapter One: [x] 

Chapter Two: [x]

Chapter Three: [x]

Chapter Four: [x]

WARNINGS: some cursing, mentions of broken glass, an old guy being kinda creepy, crying, a lil drinking, some yelling, otherwise none! :)

Key: (F/N) = first name, (L/N) = last name

Word Count: ~6800

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The planet you were brought to was almost everything that you had hoped it to be. 

Touching down on the surface and watching the door to the shuttle touch the ground, you were met with a sight that you never thought that you would see again. Tall, green trees, lush green grass, flowers of multiple colors (some of which gave off their own bioluminescence), the distant silhouettes of birds and other animals accompanied by their various calls and sounds, and even the odd insect or two floating past your vision. 

This planet was almost everything you had hoped for. The only thing that it was missing is that it wasn’t your home.

You waited for him to step off the shuttle before you did so. This was partially due to the unwritten rules of respect you had to follow, and partially due to you having no idea of how to conduct yourself. Watching the sith lord’s heavy boots touch the surface of the stone of the landing pad, you took this as your cue to step out of the shuttle as well, your legs wobbling slightly from the gravity. 

Lord Vader’s attention was immediately taken away by an officer with a datapad and a rundown of the plan to mingle with the royals. Not wanting to get in the way, you took the opportunity to get a better look at your surroundings. Pushing past a handful of stormtroopers, you found yourself standing before the ledge of the landing pad, placing your hands on the waist-height wall that adorned the perimeter. 

Looking straight ahead, you were greeted with the long expanse of an ocean, it's horizon dotted with the outline of an island here and there, it's breeze making a few locks of your hair dance. Beyond that, you took note of the setting sun that was steadily falling below the surface of the water, it’s orange glow illuminating your face. Looking to the right, you saw the large forest that surrounded the landing pad, smiling softly at the trees you did not recognize. Looking to the left, you took note of the town with the large building in the middle, towering over the other buildings. The palace, you presumed. 

Shifting your stance to let you rest your elbows on the wall in front of you, you allowed yourself a brief moment of compilation as you looked out at the scenery before you. You almost felt at peace here on this planet at this moment, but you knew it wouldn’t last. In three days time, you would return to the Super Star Destroyer, back to your station, back to repairing that hunk-of-junk of a TIE Advanced x1.

You dreaded it. 

However, thinking a moment longer, you allowed yourself to admit to an unknown audience a sliver of your deepest thoughts. 

If I’m still able to talk to him and… be, with him… 

I suppose it’s not so bad.

Your moment of self-reflection was cut short just like almost every moment you tried to take for yourself. You would have been annoyed, if it weren't for the person who interrupted it. Recognizing the rhythmic breathing coming closer and closer to you, along with the large silhouette of deep, rich black, you shot up a small, quick smile, aiming it at the mask of the figure. This is all you did to acknowledge the dark lord of the sith as you continued to look at the picture before you. 

“It’s… nice.” You spoke after a moment, crossing one of your feet in front of the other, “The view, I mean.” 

You didn’t notice how Lord Vader’s gaze had been strictly locked upon your frame as he formulated his response. 

“Indeed, it is.” 

~~~

The walk to the palace proper was long, and would have been excruciatingly boring if it weren’t for all the sights you got to absorb along the way. 

The entire journey you were able to stride alongside Lord Vader, minus a few times that you had gotten distracted and started to pause in place. This was met by Lord Vader stopping and calling out your name to get you to focus again. You would have been embarrassed if you weren’t so awe-struck. 

Just outside the large doors of the palace entrance, you had noticed a long row of men in uniform stood at attention, along with a handful of nicely dressed people, the most nicely dressed in the middle. Using your years of learning how to tell uniforms apart, you figured that the men at attention must be soldiers, the man in the middle the king, and those around him advisors of some sort. Noticing their gaze locked upon your posse of a sith lord, a handful of officers, and a battalion of elite troopers, you felt your gaze fall and your face flush red.

You had no idea how to act or what to think. 

Keeping your footsteps as close to Lord Vader’s as possible, you felt your gut sink as you got closer and closer. 

Once you were within a good enough distance, the king of the planet stepped forward with open arms. You would have found this ridiculous if it weren’t for the circumstances at hand. Lord Vader was quite intimidating to say the absolute least, so you didn’t blame the king for trying to be friendly. In fact, you almost commended his efforts to try and get on some semblance of an even ground with the sith. 

“Lord Vader!” the king called out, closing the distance between him, the dark lord, and you, “How thrilled we are to have you here!”

Holding out a hand for Lord Vader, the king must have been expecting some sort of friendly greeting. Of course, this was not reciprocated by Vader, and was instead only greeted by his intimidating gaze. Feeling the air of don’t fucking touch me eminating off of Vader, the king chuckled almost too nervously as he turned his attention to you, making your spine stiffen and your shoulders tense. 

“Oh, my sweet dear! And who might you be, hm?” The king of the planet asked, his tone almost making you gag. 

Suppressing your urge to punch the man in the face, you panicked for a moment as you tried to figure out what a proper greeting was. Your mind eventually settling on falling to a knee, you felt your cheeks redden as you realized that you had taken too long to respond. 

“I-I’m-” you began to say as you started the motion of you falling to a kneeling position, only to be suddenly stopped. No matter how hard you tried, your body would not follow through with the action. Your panic starting to grow and grow, your brain tried to make sense of the odd sensation overbearing you. It felt as if you were frozen in place, unable to move no matter how hard you tried. It was as if some invisible force… 

Your eyes widened at the answer presented before you. 

He was making you not kneel before this asshole. 

Your cheeks burned even brighter. 

“This is Miss (F/N) (L/N).” Lord Vader said flatly. You could tell that he was already annoyed as he continued, “She is here serving as the representative you so adamantly required.” 

Cue another nervous chuckle from the king, “Y-yes, well, I am very happy you have decided to join us tonight, Miss (F/N).”

Before you could even register what was happening, the king grabbed your left hand and held it gingerly in his own, locking eye contact with you.

Oh yeah. This guy was definitely punching material. 

Swallowing your pride, you put on the best friendly smile you could muster before taking your hand back, speaking softly. “The… The honor is mine, your majesty.” 

The honor was definitely not yours.

~~~

After what seemed like forever of meeting-and-greeting, you along with Lord Vader and a few officers were led to a large dining room where matters would be discussed over dinner (for those who could eat it, of course). Sensing your discomfort, Lord Vader had told you to sit next to him during the dinner, rather than the customary sitting in front of him. You had thanked him silently for this, since you knew that you would feel much better being near a familiar face than some old creep. 

You didn’t pay much attention to the words that were exchanged between the king and the sith. You would dip in and out of the conversation, finding it to be rather boring. This did not exactly surprise you, however, since you were never one for politics. 

Instead of trying to follow the conversation for what felt like the billionth time, you directed your attention to the plate of food before you. Only about half of it's contents consumed, you used your fork to pick at the rest. Even though you had been hungry before, your appetite had diminished substantially since earlier that evening. Even though the greenery and palace that surrounded you was beautiful, you could tell by Lord Vader’s demeanor that the people living within it were not. You figured that the mining materials on this planet must be important, otherwise neither you nor Lord Vader would be there.

You wondered if he had to do this often. Stealing a glance at the dark lord as he listened to what the king had to blubber on and on about, you felt an odd emotion wash over you. 

Pity. 

He must not like doing this sort of thing, you thought to yourself, I can tell that he doesn’t like it here.

I can’t blame him, though. I don’t know if I like it either. 

His master… the Emperor, he must make him do this sort of thing, against his will. 

I feel so bad for him. 

Lord Vader… if I could get us out of here, I-

“So, Miss (F/N),” you heard the king’s voice call out, almost too loud. The sudden usage of your first name made your back arch and your head snap up, quickly finding its way to train on the king. Your gaze upon him, you noticed the glint in his blue eyes as he looked at you.

Ew. 

“What is your exact position in the Empire, my dear?” The blue-eyed freak asked you. 

You rubbed your thighs with your hands as your spoke, your gaze faltering, “Uhm, well… I was a mechanic on Endor for a long while… Then I was transferred to work on the Super Star Destroyer… Then I was transferred to work as Lord Vader’s personal mechanic.” 

“I see… Your skills must be quite impressive then, I take it.”

His words were spoken as a statement but you knew he was asking. You bit the inside of your cheek as you glanced over to Lord Vader, noticing how his hands were twitching to ball into fists.

He must’ve really hated it there. 

“I just like to think that I got lucky, your majesty.” You responded. 

This was met by a loud chuckle by the king, only silenced by the sip of wine. You had never been so grateful for wine before. 

“Ah yes, luck…” the king began, propping his way-too-shiny boots upon the table, “Luck truly is what makes the world go ‘round, isn’t it my dear? Luck has allowed me to have all you see before you. Luck has brought me great fortune and fame throughout the system, and has brought you all here to me, the Empire, that is. Most importantly, however, lady luck has brought quite the breathtaking mechanic to my doorstep.”

Gross gross gross gross. You wanted to get up and walk out right there. You wanted to throw up right there on the table in front of that asshole and all his maids and servants. You wanted to get up and kick all of the fancy food to the floor and dance on the crumbs. But, since you were here representing the Empire, representing him, you held your tongue and stopped your muscles from carrying out the action. 

Letting your gaze fall, you noticed how Lord Vader’s hands were now in large, firm fists. 

“Th-thank you, your majesty…” was all you were able to choke out without hurling.

“Of course, my dear. You know…” the king began, taking his boots off the table so that he could lean in your direction, making you maintain eye contact with him. “The Empire is quite expansive, no? There’s many troopers and mechanics in it’s ranks, is there not?” 

“There is, your majesty…” 

Please stop talking to me. 

“Yes, and I’m sure that at least someone could come close to matching your skill level. You see, here on my lovely planet, we are quite lacking in quality mechanics such as yourself. So, my dear, if you are interested, I would be ever so pleased to have you transfer to me as my-” 

The king was cut short by the unholy SMASH that came from right next to you, making you nearly jump out of your skin and scream bloody murder. The sound was accompanied by the excruciatingly thick sound of wood splintering and cracking under fancy table cloth, followed by the piercing sound of dishes and silverware falling to the floor.  Whipping your head to inspect it's source, you felt both relieved and scared-shitless at the sight before you. 

Lord Vader’s strong, mechanical fist was nestled amidst a nest of splinters and food crumbs. His shoulders were tense, and his breathing was more ragged than normal. His other fist, clenched tightly in a ball on his wide lap, was shaking from the sheer force of his grip. You knew that if your arm was within that grasp, the bone would be turned to dust. 

You hoped your cheeks weren’t as pink as they felt. 

After a long moment of silence from every party in the dining room, Lord Vader’s breath slowly returned to normal. Slowly taking his fists off their resting positions, he crossed his large, strong arms over the wide expanse of his armor-clad chest, his gaze focused straight in front of him. 

“There was an insect.” Was all the Dark Lord gave as an explanation.

You didn’t know whether to believe him or not. 

After another long bout of silence, the king of the planet cleared his throat and dusted off his lap. As he spoke, you could practically hear the fear in his words dripping to the floor. 

“I-I’m terribly sorry about that, L-Lord Vader… I thought that I had told my servants to, umm…” 

Clearing his throat again as a way to end his sentence and change the subject, the king assumed his normal tone, trying to block out any residual fear.

“Well, I do think that we are quite finished with dinner, yes? Excellent! My Lord, I do hope that you and Miss (F/N) shall attend the gala I am hosting tonight here in my palace. You can see it as a way to welcome you and the Empire here in our humble little world.” 

“We shall attend.” was all Lord Vader replied with as he stood from his seated position, looming over the table he had nearly destroyed. “We are done here, (F/N). Come.” he continued, the speed of his steps making his cape flutter behind him. 

Mumbling out a quiet thank you for dinner, you quickly got up and followed behind the sith lord, trying to match your pace to his. 

If it weren’t for the dozen’s of eyes trained on the pair of you as you exited, you could’ve sworn that you would have jumped into Lord Vader’s arms right then and right there.

~~~

The last place that you wanted to go that night was to the stupid gala. 

Even though you had spent less than 12 hours on this planet, you already knew you disliked it. Everything about it was beautiful, except for that damn king. The way he spoke to you made your goosebumps raise, and the way he looked at you made you want to slap him across his smug face. 

Worst of all, however, he had tried to take you away from him. 

You didn’t know why this was the worst of all, but it was. You figured that it was because you had really grown fond of the sith from all the time you had spent with him and all the conversations you had.

As odd as it seemed, you considered Lord Vader to be… 

Someone you cared about. 

The extent of that care? You didn’t know. You couldn’t even begin to know. 

Getting ready to go to the stupid gala was painfully easy to do. Since you owned no fancy dresses, you were only left to wear your formal uniform, because nothing says party like military-distributed clothing.

In order to look at least a bit more gala-ready, you had spent the time allocated to you in your appointed room getting as many creases out as you could. Without access to an iron, this was quite the challenge, but you still smoothed out the black fabric to the best of your ability. 

You watched yourself put on the clothing in the mirror as you got ready to head downstairs to the venue. Staring at your reflection, you pondered how the night would go.

I hope no one asks to dance with me. I don’t really feel up to it anymore. Not that there’s anyone I’d want to dance with anyway. I wonder if Lord Vader will wear anything different tonight. He doesn’t really seem the type to get dressed up, though… 

Finishing your dress-up by fastening your belt around your waist, you let your arms fall to your sides as you looked your reflection up and down. For seemingly no reason, seeing yourself in the mirror with that damn uniform on filled you with an indescribable emotion.You absolutely hated how you looked. You felt like crying and laughing at the same time, but didn’t know which one to pick. 

How in the galaxy did I get here? You wondered to yourself as you lifted your hands to rest on opposite shoulders, rubbing them up and down as if to rid yourself of any phantom pains. You bit your lip as you let your head fall to lock your gaze onto the ground. 

You felt your eyes brim with tears and a laugh bubble in your diaphragm as you felt a thought dance in your mind. 

I want him here. 

~~~

Your moment of a pity-party was swiftly interrupted by the sound of music being played from below you. Snapping your head up, you knew that it was time for you to force yourself to go downstairs and mingle with the attendees. Quickly swiping the tears out of your eyes, you dusted off your uniform one last time as you clacked your boots to the door and swung it open, revealing yourself once again to the outside world. 

You were a bit disheartened that Lord Vader wasn’t standing outside your door as he had done a few nights before. However, you figured that was because that was one, a rare scenario and, two, you were technically late to the gala. You knew Lord Vader was never ever late, so you supposed you could forgive him for not being there. 

Making your way down the long, marble, dimly-lit hallway of the palace and down the grand staircase in the middle, you scanned the scene beneath you with weary eyes. You would have been disgusted, were you not so tired. Everyone in sight was either dressed in far-too-expensive pieces of clothing or in way-too-fancy military uniform. Some couples danced on the floor, but a vast majority talked in small groups amongst themselves as butlers passed by with drinks and snacks. There was even the odd fellow or two that just didn’t seem to fit in anywhere, and found roost amidst the others like him at the bar. You smiled to yourself softly. The scene oddly reminded you of your old station on the Super Star Destroyer. 

Small world. 

Lord Vader, much like before, was very easy to spot amidst the crowd of other people. He was much taller than everyone there, and he stuck out being dressed head to toe in deep, rich black. His hands were placed on his belt as a few nobility members came and went, most likely unable to strike up a meaningful conversation with the sith. This, again, made you smile softly to yourself. Lord Vader most definitely didn’t enjoy mingling with others. 

Seeing as though you knew literally no one else at the gala, you made your way over to the tall sith that you knew almost too well, mumbling out quiet apologies to those you pushed past. Once you had made it to a small clearing, you were finally able to get a good look at the sith lord you knew. 

You remarked on how good he looked as his armor illuminated the soft glow of the lights surrounding room.

He must have sensed your gaze or your presence as you stood about 10 feet away from him, looking at him dumbly. Moving the face of his mask to look at you, you could have sworn that time stood still for a brief moment as the two of you made eye contact with one another. You couldn’t stop the smile that plastered itself upon your face as you looked at him, the butterflies in your stomach almost causing a hurricane as you felt your heart swell. 

You didn’t know why you felt such a way, but you were not ready to complain in the slightest. 

Deciding that enough was enough, you closed the distance between the two of you, placing a hand on your hip once you were close enough to him that he could hear you and you could hear him. Your smile did not falter as you met the gaze of his mask. 

“Good evening, my Lord.” you said to him, your tone edged with a touch of cheerfulness. 

“(F/N),” he responded, “you are late.” 

You giggled a little as you let your gaze fall upon the crowd surrounding you and the dark lord. 

“I believe it’s fashionable for these types of events, my Lord.” 

A moment of silence was shared between the two of you before you decided to speak again. 

“You know…” you said, “I only just got here, and I’m already ready to call it a night.” 

Lord Vader looked at you briefly before speaking. 

“I agree.” 

You chuckled a little as you glanced up at him, another smile painting your features. 

After another moment of silence, he finally spoke again. 

“(F/N)... I-” he began to say as he lifted up his hand to rest upon an unknown location upon your body before he was rudely and unannouncedly interrupted by the gala’s loud, boisterous, slightly tipsy host carrying two drinks in his hands. 

“Miss (F/N)! Lord Vader!” said the king almost too loudly, pushing his way into conversation distance between you, him, and the sith lord. “Enjoying the party, are we?” 

Neither you nor Lord Vader said anything in response. 

Filling the awkward silence and with a laugh and a sip of his drink, the king of the planet continued on speaking without an answer, much to your dismay. 

“Well, the both of you look lovely tonight! Especially our favorite mechanic here…” The blue-eyed man purred as he turned his gaze to lock on you. 

Great. This shit again. 

Forcing yourself to smile half-heartedly at the king, you mumbled out a soft thanks before letting your gaze fall to the floor, unable to hold any sort of eye contact with him. 

“Lord Vader, I do hope you do not mind, but I will be stealing your mechanic for a brief moment, yes?” The king asked, but his tone made it sound like a statement. 

What? 

No, I don’t want-

Before either you or Lord Vader could protest, the king took you by the hand and practically dragged you to the bar, supposedly so that the two of you could talk in a more secluded setting. Unable to form any words, all you could do was look over your shoulder to the sith lord you were trying to converse with. 

His fists were in balls again as he watched you be pulled away, unable to do a thing about it. 

“How are you tonight, my dear?” the king asked you as he leaned against the bar, making you snap your attention back to him as much as you hated to do so. 

“I, umm…” you said, trying your best to hide your conflicting emotions. You wanted to run back over to Lord Vader, hold on to him, and never ever let him go.

But you couldn’t. 

“I’m… I’m fine, your majesty.” You were eventually able to say. 

The king smirked grossly as he thrusted a glass of some sort of drink in your face, making you lean back slightly. 

“You seem tense, my dear. Here, have something to take the edge off.” 

“O-Oh, umm, thank you, your majesty, but I don’t… I’m not allowed to-”

“What? Not allowed to drink?” the king laughed, “To hell with the Empire’s rules, my sweet! Go ahead and have a drink, won’t you?” 

Every atom in your body screamed NO as you looked down at the glass and wrapped it in your hand. You knew you shouldn’t drink it’s contents, you knew you didn’t want drink its contents, but you were afraid. Afraid of what the blue-eyed man before you would do if you refused. Swallowing your pride, you drank the drink as quickly as you could without being rude. 

Since it had been so long since you had a drink, and you were never the type to hold your liquor well in the first place, you almost immediately felt a buzz. 

“Good?” The king asked, a glint of pleasure in his eye. 

You coughed slightly in the midst of your response, “Strong.” 

The king laughed almost too loud at your response as he leaned further over the bar, his gaze locked on you and filled with hunger. 

Disgusting. 

“My dear…” the king called to you, beckoning for you to pay attention to him, “Do you remember my little, er… request, from earlier?” 

I was trying to forget. 

“Yes, I do…” 

“Well,” the king said, “I want you to know that the offer still stands, my dear. I could give you a much better life here in my home than you would ever have in the Empire… You would have access to all the finest, erm… whatever you mechanics use.” 

Perhaps it was the alcohol talking for you, but you wanted more than ever to kick this man in the throat. You felt… anger, bubble up inside you. 

You tamped it down as you replied, “That’s… That’s very kind of you, your majesty but… my loyalties will always lie with the Empire.” 

This was a sort-of lie. You just thought it was the best thing to say to get this old man off your back. 

The king’s smug smile fell slightly at your response. “I see…” he said, “Well, my dear, I do have one more offer for you. If you are interested, of course.” 

You weren’t able to say anything before he continued. 

“You see, my son is a very… curious individual. Never the type to go out and find love himself. He believes that love will find him when he is ready for it.” the king laughed, “And you, my dear, are quite the lovely individual… serving the Empire for the rest of your life surely cannot be what you want. So, you are interested, I could introduce you to-” 

“No.” 

The king paused for a moment before laughing nervously and leaning closer to you. 

“What did you say?”

You turned to the king at your side, glaring daggers right into his blue eyes with a scowl on your face. 

“I said. No.” 

The king laughed loudly before speaking again, reaching out to touch your shoulder, “My dear, I think you forget yourself, I-”

You slapped his hand away before it could fall on your shoulder, a large scowl still spread across your features. 

You had no idea what had come over you. Maybe it was the alcohol talking. Maybe it was the tiredness creeping its way across your bones. Maybe it was your own annoyance, but you were done. Absolutely and completely done. At that moment, you couldn’t think. Hell, you felt like you could barely breathe.

Your anger had completely blinded you. 

“I know exactly who I am, your majesty.” you hissed out, your voice dripping with venom, “I am (F/N) (L/N). Mechanic of the Galactic Empire. The personal mechanic of Lord Vader. I will not be easily swayed and fooled by the likes of you. Never had I ever expected to come to this NOWHERE planet, and find the lowest of human beings within the walls of it's palace.” 

As your voice grew louder, you started to attract a few stares and whispers. You didn’t care in the slightest. 

“M-my dear, please quiet down-”

“NO!” You exclaimed, “I couldn’t give LESS of a FLYING FUCK of who here knows just how much of a lowlife and a creep you are. DON’T think that I haven’t noticed how you’ve looked at me this evening. I have a brain, you know.” 

Frowning down at the glass in your hand, you threw it to the ground where the king’s feet lie, watching as the shards scattered into a million pieces. 

“There’s your fucking glass back, your majesty.” you spat out, “Maybe you can shove it up your ass tonight instead of crying your sad self to sleep since you can’t get young women like me to fuck you.” 

Huffing and turning on your heel, you stomped your way over to the stairs and headed back into your room, not caring about the looks you got as your presence parted the sea of people around you. 

~~~

What exactly you had done only sank in when you were alone in your room, the door shut behind you. 

After a moment of replaying the past events in your head in silence, you felt your chest cave in as a sob racked through your body, forcing itself out behind your lips. Your tears were hot as they streamed down your face, and blurred your vision as you made your way to the balcony outside your room and sat down on the small, backless couch that adorned the space. You hugged your body tight as you let the tears flow down your face as you reflected on your actions. 

To say you were ashamed of your actions would be a lie. You were proud that you had stood up for yourself. You were proud that you took action instead of just dealing with that creep. 

What you were ashamed of, however, was the fact that you had unquestionably let him down. 

He had brought you here to be a representative of the Empire, a representative of him. And you had failed. You were such a sorry excuse of a representative. All you could do was barely hold eye contact and yell at your superiors. You were in no way representing him with that. All you had done was embarrass not only the Empire, but him. 

And you felt like such shit for it. Even if you couldn’t help yourself from doing what you did. 

You knew that no matter how many times you said that you were sorry, it wouldn’t help. It wouldn’t undo what you had done that night. It wouldn’t turn back the hands of time and wave a magic wand, making everything okay again. 

You had ruined it. You had ruined everything. 

All you could do was sob and sniffle as you sat there in the cool breeze of night, feeling so very and totally helpless. 

And that’s all you could do as you heard three noises. 

The door opening. 

The door closing. 

The sound of mechanical, rhythmic, soothing breath drawing closer and closer to you. 

You did nothing to address him as you continued to sob for a moment, eventually letting go of the grip you had around yourself. 

You quieted your sobs as you spoke, your voice wavering and hoarse from your sobs. 

“I-I understand if you’re here to kill me…” 

This was met by no vocal response. You closed your eyes as you braced yourself to hear the sound of his saber igniting, swinging, and the thud of your lifeless body hitting the floor. 

This never came. Instead, you were granted the sound of his boots clacking towards you and the feeling of his heavy body sit to your left side, making the cushions fold and the wood creak beneath him. Opening your watery eyes and glancing at him, sure enough, you saw his larger body seated next to you, the face of his mask pointed to the trees that lined the view of your balcony. 

“Tell me, (F/N)...” he spoke after a moment of silence only filled by the sounds of your sniffles, “What was your home like?” 

You took your eyes off him and wiped them as you shifted your view to the trees then to your hands in your lap, your fingers fidgeting as you spoke between sniffles. 

“I-It was a lot like here, actually…” you croaked out, “Everywhere there was some sort of tree or plant… and flowers more than anyone could count. We lived in small villages, and my home village was one of the larger ones. W-We made our homes out of recyclable materials and depended on the sea for food… Everyone was so nice. We all knew each other’s names and faces… My family was known for our restaurant… People would come in, a-and have a meal while me and my father fixed their things… that’s how I got so good at, you know, fixing things…” 

“... I see.” Lord Vader said, turning his gaze to you, “Your home sounds… beautiful.” 

You breathed out a chuckle as you glanced at him, feeling your tears fade away as you returned your gaze to your hands. 

“My L- Vader, I…” you said after a moment of silence of you trying to think of what to say, “I think I owe you an apology. I don’t know what came over me down there… I just felt so… angry. I was angry at that old man without even knowing that I really was that angry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you, I just…” 

You frowned again as you trailed off, unable to think of the proper words to say. This made you want to start crying again. 

After yet another pause of compilation, Lord Vader spoke again. 

“You do not need to apologize for your actions, (F/N).” he said, turning his gaze back to the trees, “I understand why you had to resort to such… measures. I am… I am proud of you, (F/N).” 

Your gaze fell upon the sith again as his words sunk in. The praise made your heart swell, making a big, goofy grin envelop your features for a moment before fading in to a warm, content smile. You thanked him without saying thank you. 

“What was…” you began, breaking the bout of silence once again, “What was your home like, my Lord?” 

It took him a moment to respond, making you think for a moment that you overstepped a boundary. You were about to say an apology before he rumbled out his response.

“It was…” he said in his deep, mechanical voice, the bass rumbling in your chest, “Good. So very good. I had a brother… I had a younger sister, too… and a… lover.” 

You picked your gaze up to look at him as he continued to stare out to the trees. You wondered if he was looking somewhere, or sometime, far, far away. 

“Where are they now?” you asked, your voice soft, patient even, telling him quietly to take his time. 

“They are… gone.” 

Your heart nearly broke in two at his words. You could tell by the aura around him and the pauses in the speech that he was hurting. Hurting to go back to that time and rewrite the ending that it had. 

You had never felt so connected to the sith lord sitting next to you.

Your heart aching, you gently reached out your hand to the sith, scooting closer to him to reach. 

You felt no fear as you gently rested your hand upon the cool, black leather of his own. Your touch was gentle but firm, and you hoped that it provided some semblance of comfort to the man at your side. 

“Hey…” you said softly, looking at him with calm, warm, understanding eyes. Continuing, you whispered, “I’m sure that wherever they are now… They all still love you. Unconditionally.” 

He looked down at your small hand upon his for a moment before meeting your gaze, his mask allowing no facial features to poke through. Looking into the eyes of the mask, you smiled oh so warmly as you tried your best to look past the metal and into his true, human eyes. Unconsciously, you had started to rub his hand tenderly, trying your best to comfort him in any way you could.

Simply looking at you a moment, he did nothing but bathe in the warmth you offered him, a stark contrast from the cold that he felt almost every moment of every day. Looking into your eyes, he realized two things that he never thought would ever be brought to him. 

One, he never wanted your warmth to go from his life. 

Two, he believed what you had just said to him. 

“(F/N)...” he spoke as he raised his free hand, his body turning so that he could reach you better. Slowly and almost hesitantly, he reached his hand to your head. As gently as he could, he brushed a lock of your hair out of your face, allowing him to see a clearer image of the beautiful creature before him, smiling at him. 

Your heart had ever felt happier. 

Without warning, the muffled music emanating from the room below the pair of you changed from a party-like tune to a slower tune. A slow, melodic dance song now filled your ears, signalling a change in the mood between the pair of you. 

“(F/N)...” he echoed, pointing his mask down to look at the small hand of yours that was still resting upon his. Slowly turning his hand over, he laced his large fingers in between your much smaller ones, almost as if he was scared to harm you. 

You would never, not for as long as you lived, forget the words he spoke to you right then. 

“Would you… May I have this dance?” 

You breathed out a small, quick laugh of pure joy as you continued to look at him, your mind filled with absolutely nothing. You don’t think you had ever felt happier. 

“Yes, you may.” 

With your words of approval, Lord Vader stood up and gently guided you to do so as well, his hand still intertwined with yours. Leading you back inside the room, he paused when the two of you came across a big enough clearing of space, you following as such. As if you were made of glass, he snaked his big, strong arm around your waist, holding you close to his large body. You draped your arm across the back of his own that was around your waist, loosely gripping onto his surprisingly soft cape. Making sure that you were comfortable, he slowly started to sway in time to the music with you, all the while refusing to let go of your hand. Feeling so relaxed, you dipped your head down and rested it on his chest just above the panel of buttons on his stomach, a small smile on your features as you could hear the faint beat of his heart beneath the layers of metal and leather.

You had never felt safer and more grounded than in that moment. Your mind was blank, filled only with the warm buzz of peace and joy. Feeling so relaxed, you had even allowed yourself to close your eyes as you continued to move in time with him, as if both of your souls were perfectly in sync.

For one fleeting moment, neither of you worried about the Empire. 

Nor the rebellion.

Nor of the remaining jedi.

Nor of the Emperor.

Nor of maintaining proper conduct.

Nor following rules. 

Nor of fixing broken TIEs.

Nor of carrying out duty. 

The only thing that existed in that moment, was the two of you.

~~~

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[ashenworth]

seeing a tweet of someone with like a fuck ton of Lucifer merch and wanting to cry because that should be me for fuck sakes but I don't have any fucking MONEY

[demonprosecutor]

OVER THE RIVER AND THROUGH THE WOODS... YOU KNOW THE SONG.

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11

innocence, like all things, succumbs to the touch of death and time - both in conjunction and never not coexisting with each other. it was a difficult pill to swallow at times, but the naivety of childhood could never weather the storm that the real world presented. a sad notion, but a necessary one. your thighs had ached and chafed with the hours of riding upon amydros - you had never ridden this far nor this long without rest. “alright, let’s rest.” you say aloud, pulling on the reins until the horse trots to a stop, towards a bend in the path where you slid down its back, and tied the leather strips around a sturdy branch.

even if winter had always made you nervous on principle (you’ve heard stories of bodies contorted in the throes of winter as lord thanatos had claimed their souls, or of crops failing and leaving a town starving for the next spring), you find relief of the cold on your aching muscles, a brief respite really. By then, your anger had cooled and subdued into a faint irritation. You were never someone who could hold their anger for a sustained amount of time without being weary.

with the edge of the cloak, you brush off gently-fallen snow off of the surface of the flattest rock you could find there, and carefully made sure that the cloak was at your bottom before sitting down. you had always taken your oaths seriously, always taken the truth seriously, but now? amid the snowy emptiness, placing yourself at the forefront of your secret fears of having to traverse the outside world without a safety tether was frightening.

maybe zagreus thought that your inherent fears would force you to remain in the town? that hypothesis makes you flush with indignation, crumpling the cloak between your hands. how dare he?! you weren’t... some... some civilian in distress that needed saving, you were an independent person capable of holding their own in any scenario.

“maybe lord hermes could glean more answers?” despite the distance between the two towns, you found that they held a camaraderie with each other that resulted in frequent trade during the warmer months and therefore, you had managed to catch the information that there was a rather robust temple dedicated to lord hermes. it makes sense, traveller towns tended to venerate that god above all else, well, the aspect of travelling at least. amydros nickers quietly, ears flicking. 

“at least you listen.” you stand up before the chill could seep through clothing and onto skin, walking over to stroke the strong flank of your horse. “zagreus never bothered to listen. always talking, always stumbling through conversation like a newborn fawn...” your hands curl into fists, pressed against the warm fur. “--- but he was always so kind.” zagreus’ warm smile came to the forefront of your mind, mismatched eyes twinkling like stars. “always made me feel like i was... like i was an equal.” 

by then, a flush rises to your cheeks. “and he is, erm, handsome... and sweet and endearing. like a puppy!” a look up and you see amydros leveling a rather judgemental look. as if to say: really? you were angry at him and now... you’re gushing about him

you slap your cheeks hard enough for it to sting, shaking your head. That was... a moment of weakness! you were still incredibly angry with him and you were going to give him a piece of your mind. Once you saw him. Then you’d hug him tightly because you were worried. zagreus did not know how terrible mortals could be, and you’d feel a lot better with him around.

you are alone.... 

amydros, to the horse’s credit, does not rear back in alarm at the voice that echoed around the clearing. too much like anura, you hold your steed’s reins close, heart thundering to the beat of amydros’ panicked breathing. even then, the most prominent thought that manages to sluice through the anxiety was: again?!

a nearby tree creaks, a mighty oak standing tall and bereft of its leaves, yet it shifts - the whorls on its trunk shifting into the closest approximation of a face. a dryad, an ancient, prideful one, if you had to guess. but most of all, something within your chest eases gently, unfurling like the drying wings of a butterfly. as though you were a child that had roused from a nightmare and found solace in their parent’s arms. they were good. above all, this dryad was a kind one, you could tell.

the stiffness of your shoulders lowers slightly, the smile upon your lips warm and assured. “gentle dryad, it is... wonderful to see you in spite of this bitter winter.” you never forget your manners and rifle through your bag, extracting a slice of bread that was given by menelaia before you left, and held it out - an offering to a near-god.

the dryad shifted its eyes to peer at the bread before the trunk cracks open with a thunderous sound, a gnarled wooden arm unfolding from the depths of the tree like an insect leg that carefully plucks the offering from your hand and returns. the air warms briefly, a signifier of its delight, its ineffable gratitude at recognition. nowadays, people forgot to thank the everyday spirits that resided in this world, ones that aided the gods and kept the earth and oceans as verdant and thriving as it was. “thank you, sapling.” it speaks in an ancient tongue, one that you should not understand, but with the magic of the divine, you were able to. a language so ancient, and so lost, it made your bones shudder at its strangeness. “you seek someone.”

you nod, eyes downcast. “yes.”

“a precious someone.” they say gently, a rumble of thunder in the distance, and you cannot help the aching smile on your face. “someone you care and adore.” they unfurl your heartstrings and read between the lines like the ancient rings of its home. wise because of its years and kinder because of it.

“yes. how did you know?” sometimes things weren’t meant to be asked, but you couldn’t help questioning this matter of mind-reading. “is it that obvious?”

a branch creaks downwards, a lone green leaf brushing over your hair, “love is the easiest to see, always so bright and vibrant. yet...” it brushes away a tear at the corner of your eye. “you are filled with such a terrible sadness, sapling.”

and you chuckle at that, tilting your head, “since when is that a new thing? are not all living things with terrible sadnesses?” you grab your arms, crossing them and rubbing them as a way to comfort. “he left me behind. to protect me from whatever evil this journey will birth. but i was ready to be there next to him! i was ready to protect him in my own way.” you weren’t exactly sure what that looked like, but you were prepared to sacrifice - after all, it’s not like you had much at stake.

the dryad stares at you, eyeless sockets like the void, but infinitely more comforting. before it sighs, “i will help you--”

“why?” you interrupt, cautious as ever.

“i do not have long on this realm and you were the first being that had shown me kindness, is it not fitting for one birthed from love to return love?” the ground breaks, a root curling upwards, breaking through the winterfrost that made it forest floor unmoveable. upon closer, you see a circle of gold hanging from the curve of the root. “forged from deep within the earths, when i used to boast more beauty than now. it is meant to guide you to your heart’s desire.”

you look at the ring, the metal warm and lovely - as though you held your hands against a flickering hearth. “how does it work?”

it laughs softly, a whisper of a breeze, bringing the smell of spring before demeter’s winter dominates once more. “bring it close to your chest and allow your heart to guide you, the ring will show you the way.” you pull back and offer your gratitude with a smile, a nod, watching as the dryad heaves one more mighty sigh before the trunk seals shut and the face fades into obscurity, once more like the trunk it was before.

you stand there, the ring clutched to your chest, just above your heart. it was strange to speak to a dryad that wasn’t speio, shaking your head to dismiss the cobwebs of memory that persisted. there was no point in sinking into nostalgia, it was better to do so when everything calmed down.

as the dryad had instructed, you closed your eyes and allowed thoughts to fall away from your mind - leaving you with the blissful emptiness that allowed your heart to speak freely, without obstruction. the ring warms, hot enough that you grow alarmed, eyes snapping open and peering down at the metal. it shone like a miniature sun, whispering sweetly before a beam of light shoots forward, between the trees and to the great beyond. “what the---” your brows furrow, as you wave a hand through the beam of light, disturbing it like ripples of water, yet remains steadfast in the direction it pointed.

was this what the dryad meant by the ring showing you the path to your heart’s desire?

suddenly buoyed by the thought of your journey made easier, you grin and untangle amydros’ reins from the branch and leapt onto his back, kicking your heels into his flanks. “follow the light!” amydros tosses his head, kicking up dirt and snow underneath his hooves.

the woods thicken, branches so numerous that it blocked the sn, the darkness illuminated by the magical glow of the ring, casting away the shadows that lingered at the edges of your vision. it was wise to allow the both of you to rest, but wolves prowled about in these woods - that and untold dangers. and you weren’t willing to boast your admittedly-pathetic fighting skills.

you had been following the path of the light, unwavering, wind stirring your hair and breath frosting in the air - but then it veers sharply to the right, into a darker path. “shit!---” you yank on amydros’ reins to halt his run, backing him up until you were in full-view of the deviation of the path. “why here?” the ring is brought to your face, pulsating with warm life, pointing into the darker woods, the branches curling about like an archway. unnatural, yet not. 

was this your heart’s desire?

with the reins clutched tightly in your hands, you turn your steed towards the dark void of the path, branches and rotted wood curling about. amydros flicks his ear uneasily, and you stroke his neck carefully. “easy. there must be something there.” with a deep breath and no small amount of courage, you both turn onto the path.

the trail was craggy. interrupted by fallen branches, stones and grooves. this told you that it was a path not regularly traveled by horse or by man, a thought that does not comfort you. after all, danger does not only lie with the mortal realm.

the thought to turn around arose the deeper you went down the path, but considering how tight the squeeze was, it wasn’t an option. trees shuddered, darkness encroaching and stifling enough that you couldn’t breathe. visions of red and crimson flashed before your gaze, screams shrilling in your ears, body shaking and fists curled tightly enough that it bit into your palms.

red and gold, red and gold. only the union of gods and mortal so bold ---- can end this all.

blood flooded your mouth, spilling down your chin, and when you think you cannot handle anymore... you stumble into an open meadow. the air was still, the grass and flowers frosted, yet alive - suspended between life and death. purple butterflies floated about, lingering at your side before floated off. the ring warms, the light pointed towards the figure standing in the middle, draped in reaper’s cloth and scythe held like a harbinger above the hood of lord thanatos.

he looked surprised by your appearance, just as you were by his. “what are you doing here? and... where is zagreus?” lord thanatos looks past you, expecting to see the prince stumble after you, but after realizing that he wasn’t there, golden eyes snap to you.

you slide down with shaky legs, wiping the blood away with the edge of the cloak, approaching lord thanatos and dropping to a knee. the cold immediately sunk into your knee, head bowed. “lord thanatos, i did not expect to see you here.” nor did you expect to have the ring show thanatos to be your heart’s desire, but you kept that fact wisely to yourself, face reddening. “---the prince isn’t here. he left me behind at a town, intent on pursuing his---” you pause, lifting your head before pushing yourself to your feet. was it wise to reveal why zagreus left? or were you going to set things in motion that should not occur.

“well?” he asks impatiently, his features deadpan, yet betraying enough that you knew it was better to speak. besides, zagreus had always spoke about the steadfastness of thanatos, about how he was to be trusted. you quickly pray that he was right.

“prince zagreus went to pursue his missing mother. in a place heavily shielded by magic. lord hermes had given him a map and i intended to follow, but he left me behind. i was given this,” you show the glowing ring, the beam of light disappearing into the darkness of his garb, “and it led me to you. it was meant to show my... heart’s desire.” it was said fast, yet your face warms. “the times are growing stranger, my lord...”

lord thanatos takes everything in, eyes falling shut in thought. “mmm. interesting, this is quite troubling news.” he hovers above the flowers, brows furrowed in a tight knot. death incarnate does not speak for some time, long enough that you shift in place uneasily. "things are changing. things are not dying and ancient evils are speaking within the wells of tartarus. zagreus' mother disappearing is the first step. the olympians will not intervene unless they need to," lord thanatos says this with a curl to his lip, derision evident. "instead they will use zagreus and whatever foolish individual that follows as tools."

(you suspect that he's speaking about you...)

"nonetheless, we cannot leave the fool to die. or meet a fate unknown." his scythe swishes in the air, purple eye blinking at you magnanimously. "i will aid you in your quest, groundskeep." lord thanatos was an imposing figure and to have him as an ally was.... well, it was comforting. there was no figure, no deity feared more, than this god before you. even the olympians feared what he could do; for through his touch, they could find their deaths as well.

"wait--- you're helping me?" your mouth drops open in shock, and this! coming from someone who had threatened you weeks ago....

lord thanatos arched a brow, "was i unclear in my declaration? i'm going to help you find zagreus and subsequently, his mother. it is a pain to have things... not die." there's something in his eyes that told you that there was something more to this, but you don't pry. the machinations of gods were not your concern. "i will speak with lord hermes and see if he could replicate the map he gave zagreus, let your magic ring guide you to him. meanwhile, here." lord thanatos reaches into his chiton, producing a small, little tattered mouse. patchworked with fabric and soft to the touch. it nestled comfortably in the circle of your arms. 

"... what is this?" you look up at death incarnate, cocking your head. why... was he giving you a child's toy?

much to your surprise, his cheeks took on a gentle, gold hue. as though he was embarrassed by your question. “his name is mort, use him if you are in trouble, and i shall come to your aid. but! only when you need it, i cannot always come. find zagreus, do not fail me. and, groundskeep? this is between us.” lord thanatos says this threateningly before disappearing in a flash of green light, temporarily causing spots to appear in your vision.

you are left alone, the earth heaving a sigh at the departure of death. the air stirred once more, the darkness lifting slightly and the strange, purple butterflies that danced in the meadows were gone. you looked at the little mouse, large enough to carry comfortably, and soft too! a quick look around told you that you were alone, save for amydros grazing nearby and took a slight sniff of the toy. 

it smelled of... lavender. of ash. the two smells of your dead town that dominated your nose. but instead of filling you with grief, you were filled with a strange sense of peace. you place mort at the bottom of your bag, where it wouldn’t fall out by accident and leapt once more onto amydros’ back.

the path that you had entered was brighter now, less stifling. the ring flickered to life and pointed northward - towards the town that menelaia had spoken about. you kick your heels and amydros thundered towards where he needed to be.

yet even with the ache of your thighs, the burn of your lungs, your thoughts went back to the god. what did he mean by things not dying anymore? what evil speaks in tartarus? perhaps these questions would be better answered with an oracle or a seer - if the town had any. “let’s hope we find zagreus by then,” you say aloud, amydros’ ear flicked back at you in acknowledgement.

but you weren’t that worried, zagreus had a way of avoiding trouble.

[hypmic-translation]

Don’t Pass The Mic

ALL: Don’t-don’t-don’t pass the mic! (Gi-gi-gi-gimme the mic!)

Say what?

RAMUDA: Yo, say, say, say what? Diggity-do-do-don’t pass the mic Sorry to keep ya waiting out here long, ladies With complete control over candy and whip (1) I’ll sneak into your earphones with just a touch Fling Posse bespoke new coordinates Constantly cutting edge is Ramuda’s flow An all-you-can-eat naughty buffet My drops are Shibuya’s guidance

GENTARO: Mm, chrysanthemums blooming in one’s bedside dreams (2) As if within Dogra Magra, the world appears to be infinite (3) Like being dragged into an antlion pit (4) It’s so incredibly natural for the heart to invite abnormality Fragile, you’re so easily teasable The dreams I paint upon the town are all ghost stories, a sweet honey (5) It’s a secret (shh!), but that’s really just a lie

DICE: Three-seven, what the hell? From heaven Endlessly winnin’ pools of cash to jump into, wahoo! (6) I ain’t like the rest, I hate takin’ things slow (7) By the end of the night, all your cash’ll be mine Boom-shakalaka-boom-shakalaka-boom Full stack, raising bets on my luck Only half-serious, Dead or Alive Dice are what I’ll stake my life on, y’knyow? (8)

ALL: Don’t-don’t-don’t pass the mic!

CHORUS: Wack MCs, get rid of them all Thrust out these daggers (say what?) Understand intuition, an instant conclusion Connect dots with my words East side, west side, lock, stock, barrel Scatter crowds, rule the stage Division Battle life, etched into our minds I won’t just pass my mic to you!

Oath be made! There’s no escape! Unbeatable thugs who can’t be shaken Now our words become machine guns Or a compass guiding us into the future, uh Three become one It’s showtime Carve it into history, our style Roaming life and death, genetic power Just put your trust into your instincts, say what?

ALL: What, say what? (x3) (RAMUDA: Don’t pass the mic!)                                   (GENTARO: Don’t pass the mic.)                                   (DICE: Don’t pass the mic!) Welcome to the division!

JAKURAI: Impropriety writhes and coils about all of these howling fools Blood and tears flowing throughout this city, caused by rampant verbal abuse Even the hope we tell ourselves to believe in has curled up and died in our throats Why does mankind rush towards death like the falling of cherry blossoms? (9) Helpless… A pomegranate trampled on a silent night (10) In this wasteland we build Matenrou’s paradise The words I breathe out are clear and serene Prepare to expose one’s self to a shower of taunts

HIFUMI: Hi, hi, hi! Can you hear the call? Bow, bow, bow! The excitement’s not enough If the princess can drink there’s no reason why the prince shouldn’t too! Champagne! (Bang!) Hugging kittens from behind will surely make them scream Eternally calling out for this yellow rose Tacky, ugly men are to be kicked out Gigolos and graceful women only in this jet bath

DOPPO: Aah, I really don’t want to do this anymore Getting caught in the automatic turnstile again (11) “Crap!” Power harassment, moral harassment, a painfully repetitive loop Being beaten to produce results is hip All those walking the city seem like hard workers But I’m a corporate drone, always gritting my teeth through loneliness I can’t do this much longer, my SNS is erased Let me run away and disappear into a parallel world!

ALL: Don’t-don’t-don’t pass the mic!

CHORUS: Wack MCs, get rid of them all Thrust out these daggers (say what?) Understand intuition, an instant conclusion Connect dots with my words East side, west side, lock, stock, barrel Scatter crowds, rule the stage Division Battle life, etched into our minds I won’t just pass my mic to you!

ALL: What, say what? (x3) (JAKURAI: Don’t pass the mic.)                                   (HIFUMI: Don’t pass the mic!)                                   (DOPPO: Don’t pass the mic!) Welcome to the division!

JINPACHI: It’s Edo Asakusa, you ready to begin? (12) Infernos and fights, I’m good at starting both Master, leader, I’m Demon’s Fire (13) Onigawara Bomber’s Jinpachi (14) The hell’d you say! Shutting down geisha and ladles (15) Oi, dumbass! Sharp words cutting through thick bastards Trendy, stylish demons and lanterns Wash your face with miso soup, then never come here again! (16)

MASAMUNE: The perfect kind of saké is saké that’s cool The original drunkard has arrived (17) Recklessly drinking, this red-faced Bacchus (18) The drunker I get, the smoother my flow It’s scale is simply too big for you foolish amateurs You have good reason to fear, drawing back like an oaf I’ll be the one to sew your mouth shut Then celebrate victory with some high-grade booze

DOSHIRO: Carp streamers are flown in May (19) Yet somehow you don’t even know the flavour of soba (20) Expect a war if you damage Sensō-ji, ‘kay (21) The unrivalled NiHachi stands guard in Shitamachi (22) I, an efficient yet obstinate person Brazen with the force of blooming fireworks With confidence in my skill and pride in my work It is my duty to knock people like you horizontal

ALL: Don’t-don’t-don’t pass the mic!

RAMUDA: Big trouble is the price of life JAKURAI: It is inevitable that those who prosper will fall JINPACHI: The rebellion arrives, eliminating false things ALL: A revolution of words, don’t pass the mic!

CHORUS: Wack MCs, get rid of them all Thrust out these daggers (say what?) Understand intuition, an instant conclusion Connect dots with my words East side, west side, lock, stock, barrel Scatter crowds, rule the stage Division Battle life, etched into our minds I won’t just pass my mic to you!

The end is near The greatest conflict Roaring into my Hypnosis Mic Straight hit to your soul, self-customised These words that’ll burn up your synapses Three become one It’s showtime Carve it into history, our style Roaming life and death, genetic power Just put your trust into your instincts, say what?

ALL: What, say what? (Don’t pass the mic!) (x3) Welcome to the division! It’s kill or be killed, oi!

NOTES

“Candy and whip”, AKA carrot and stick. Basically, offering rewards to someone as an incentive to do good and punishing them if they don’t.

“Bedside dreams”, or the space where your dreams reside. The chrysanthemum is the imperial flower of Japan, but in hanakotoba white chrysanthemums usually mean truth/grief, and are incredibly common at funerals. Tldr, you aren’t dreaming, you’re dead.

Dogra Magra is a surrealist, psychological thriller book written by famous Japanese author Yumeno Kyūsaku (actually a pen name), in which a man wakes up in a hospital with amnesia. He might be a murderer, but he also might not be, and everyone else in the book might not be who they say they are or even as dead as they’re supposed to be. It is, mostly, a book about psychoanalysis.

The antlion is a type of insect that, surprise surprise, eats ants. The larvae, which is the more popularly known form of the antlion, achieves this by digging pits that ants fall into. Another name for the larvae of antlions is doodlebug, but that seemed out of character for Gentaro to say… you can pretend he does if you want to, though.

The literal translation of “ghost stories” would be “demon play” (鬼物), which is the fifth and last stage of an Edo-era Noh play.

Dice uses onomatopoeia here to signify the act of jumping into a pool, like he’s doing a cannonball.

More onomatopoeia here, read as chimachima, which signifies someone doing a task in a less effective, much slower way when it could be done far more efficiently.

Dice finishes this line with a very obvious “nya” sound, but he also phrases it as a question? So I merged the two and made a pun instead.

It’s traditional in Japan for people to get together during spring for “flower viewing parties” in which they appreciate the transient beauty of cherry blossoms, because of how quickly the flowers bloom and then fall away. That phenomenon is what Jakurai is referencing here.

I’ll be honest I have no idea what this means. The pomegranate is a symbol of fertility and femininity in Japan, however, so maybe it represents Chuuoku?

Automatic turnstiles/ticket gates, like the kind you’d find in railway stations.

Asakusa was a popular entertainment district during the Edo period, but has since been surpassed by Shinjuku and other districts/wards thanks to the damage dealt by bomb raids during WW2.

Jinpachi’s MC name. Just so I don’t have to do this every time, all of Asakusa say their MC names in English.

An ‘onigawara’ is actually the name for a type of roof ornament in Japanese architecture, which is a statue/tile depicting the face of an oni (demon), intended to ward away evil (and bad weather). They’re commonly found on Buddhist temples. The “bomber” part of the division name probably has to do with the aforementioned WW2 thing.

This guy has the thickest Edo accent. His “the hell” is an shortened version of an old retort/catchphrase of Tokyo citizens (“what the hell are you saying/talking about?”). “Geisha” and “ladle” are both references to cultural aspects of Asakusa, as it is currently Tokyo’s oldest geisha district, and in the Buddhist Sensō-ji temple located there (the oldest in Japan) you purify yourself with ladles of water.

The expression “never come again” stems from the more literal phrase of “come the day before yesterday” - essentially, a day that won’t ever exist again.

A reference to an old song from the 1960s by the Folk Crusaders. It tells the story of a man who dies in a traffic accident while drunk driving and goes to heaven, but gets kicked out and comes back to life for spending too much time drinking with beautiful women.

Bacchus, the Greek/Roman god of fruit, vegetables, ecstasy and wine. Also known as Dionysus.

A reference to Tango no Sekku/Children’s Day on May 5th in Japan, in which carp streamers are flown to celebrate. This is the last day of Golden Week.

Ni-hachi (Doshiro’s MC name) is a kind of soba. He’s essentially saying “it’s so late in the song, but you haven’t had a taste of me yet”.

“Sensō-ji”, or Asakusa Temple. It is the oldest temple in Tokyo.

Shitamachi is the name for the geographically lower half and (once) lower-class of Tokyo, which is considered more traditional than its Yamanote counterpart.

[slutforagoodsmut]

The Enemy (Severus Snape)

Scarlett hated her father. Severus Tobias Snape. She hated him because he picked on her in his class most of the time, just to humiliate her in front of everyone when she didn't know the answer. She hated the man because he was mean and unfair to her friends. She hated him because he hated her. She hated him because he took points off of her house, just because he wanted to. All because she was a Gryffindor. Scarlett was proud to be a Gryffindor, and did everything she could so her father knew she was. She practically cut him out of her life for good, 5 years ago. All he his now to her is the Potions Professor at Hogwarts, who she simply despises.

Now she was 15 years old, heading down to the Great Hall for supper with all of her good friends, Harry Potter, The four Weasleys', Hermione Granger, and Neville Longbottom. It was the first night back to Hogwarts, her fifth year back. She wasn't friends with them just to piss her father off. No she actually grew extremely close with the Gryffindors, calling them her family, and they accepting her for who she was, even if she was related to a greasy git. Scarlett sat in the middle of Fred and George, Hermione on Fred's left, and the other four across from them. They laughed and talked, until Professor Dumbledore quieted them down. Scarlett didn't pay attention, rolling her dark eyes at the bubble gum bitch that started to talk to all the students, who said something about the Ministry. After the speech, everyone went back to eating.

"Well I can't wait to have her as a professor," Scarlett said sarcastically, picking up a spoonful of food. Everyone agreed. "So Fred," she turned her head to Fred, "George," she turned her head to George.

"Scarlett," the twins said in sync turning their heads to the black haired girl.

"How are the pranks coming along? Have you schemed up any good ones lately?" she asked wiggling her eyebrows.

"Actually no, we haven't" Scarlett practically choked on her food.

"What!? No pranks!? How can this be!?" she said dramatically. They shrugged they're shoulders. "Guys this is your last year at Hogwarts, and you need to make the best of it! You gotta be legends this year, you gotta do something that not one person will ever forget! You gotta make something go b-" Scarlett stopped rambling on when her father walked by. She sat up straight and narrowed her obsidian eyes. Snape stopped and looked at his daughter, looking her up and down, then at her friends, putting on one of his infamous sneers. Everyone cowered down in fear, all except Fred, Harry, and Scarlett. Then he spoke.

"Miss Snape I-"

"It's Beckham, remember?" she corrected, snapping at him. Beckham was her late mum's last name, and she took pride in it. Snape narrowed his same obsidian eyes at her.

"Miss Beckham, I would like to see you in my office after dinner, when your done chatting with your insolent and idiotic friends. I have to talk to you," Scarlett's eyes widened and everyone looked at each other.

Harry turned around and looked up at Snape. "Potter," the potions professor said in disgust.

"Professor Snape," Harry replies back. Snape notices how Neville is all tensed up. He knew he scared the poor boy shitless, so he thought it would be even more enjoyable to see him cower down.

"Mr. Longbottom," he says darkly.

"P-Professsor Sn-Snape...." Neville squeaks out, not turning around to look up at him. 

Snape turns to leave, but before he does, he looks back at his child. "Oh and you have detention tomorrow night. 10 points from Gryffindor as well," he smirks and leaves. Scarlett sits there, absolutely fuming, her left eye twitching with fury. Fred and George hold her down by the shoulders, trying to calm her.

"Scarlett calm down," Fred whispers.

"You look like your ready to kill someone," George adds.

"Oh I am," she pushes them off of her and jumps out of her seat, storming off in the same direction as Snape. She's barely out of the great hall before yelling at him. "HEY!" she yells. The whole Great Hall goes silent and Snape whips around, a bit surprised. "What's so important that you have to tell me?!" McGonagall stands up out of her seat, but Dumbledore shakes his head silently, putting a hand on her shoulder, making her sit back down. The students sat in their seats in awe as they watched the black haired girl stand up to her father for once.

Snape looks at her. "Miss Beckham, this is an inappropriate time to be talking about-"

"Tell. Me," she demands.

"Very well," he starts "I was going to tell you that you are no longer on the quidditch team,"

"W...Why??"

"Due to your lack of participation in my class," Snape said in a matter a fact voice.

Scarlett was speechless, she stood there, clenching her fists. "You...you can't do that!"

"On the contrary--"

"Your only taking quidditch away from me just because you want to! I participate all the time in your stupid class, but you never "see" my hand raised, even when I'm the only one who knows the answer!" she makes quotations with her fingers, "and then when I don't know it, you pick me! Just to humiliate me! Just to hurt me! Why!? Why do you feel the need to do that!? All because I'm a Gryffindor!? All because I'm your daughter!?" she screamed at him, getting progressively louder towards her father.

"I am your father Scar--"

"You have no right to entitle yourself as my father! You have no right to do all these horrible things to me!!! You may be my blood but you could never live up to that entitlement! Never!"

"Scarlett, it's your mother's fault you--!"

"DON'T YOU DARE SPEAK OF MY MOTHER! DON'T YOU EVER BLAME HER FOR ANYTHING! IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT! IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT MY MOTHER IS DEAD! IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT SHE WAS KILLED BY VOLDEMORT! YOU COULD HAVE SAVED HER, BUT ALL YOU DID WAS WATCH! I HAVE TO LOOK AT AN UGLY SCAR ON MY WRIST EVERYDAY FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE BECAUSE OF YOU! IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT I WAS PUT INTO AN ABUSIVE FOSTER HOME FOR SIX BLOODY YEARS! IT'S YOUR FAULT MY LIFE IS A LIVING HELL!!!"

Snape then lost it. He grabbed her wrists tightly and snarled at her, pulling her close. "NO. IT. ISN'T!"

Scarlett shoved him away from her, stepping on her own robes and stumbling backwards, falling hard onto the floor. Her eyes widened as a sharp pain went through her ankle and up her leg. She gasp clutching it, but kept a straight face. She sat there looking down, her long hair drooped over her face and shoulders. She glared up at him, her nose scrunched up as she bared her pearly white teeth, her chest heaving. There was silence. No one dared to speak-not even Dumbledore. No one dared to utter a word as they all watched the scene play out. Scarlett's angered face then contorted into a pained expression. "Your suppose to be there for me...I thought every little girl's hero was her father. But I was wrong. Your no hero to me..." she shook her head, "your just an enemy..." Her shoulders started to shake as she turned her head away, covering her mouth. Tears streamed--wait...she was...was crying? No. No that can't be. Scarlett Beckham never cries. Never. Never had. Never needed to. She couldn't cry. That would be showing weakness. Showing weakness to her enemies. To her father...Tears streamed down her face and slipped down her hand, muffling the sobs and whimpers that were produced by her mouth.

Everyone watched as she cried on the floor. Most showed a face of sympathy as they looked down at her. Others glared with rage at their Potions Professor, some even looked ready to tackle him to the ground. But no one moved from their seat. All except for Harry Potter. All except Ron and Hermione. All except for Ginny and Neville. All except for the Twins. For Draco Malfoy. For McGonagall... All stood from their placements. All scowled at Snape. But Fred was the first one to dauntlessly move away from his table, his twin brother right behind him as he ran to his friend, followed by McGonagall, her heels clicking against the cement tiles as she rushed to her student. Fred reached Scarlett first though. She looked at the ground with blood shot eyes, a pool of tears right below her. Fred knelt down and hugged her close.

"Come love, we gotta get you out of here. You hurt your ankle, didn't you?" he whispered to her. Scarlett nodded her head and leaned it against Fred's chest. McGonagall had reached the black haired girl and the ginger twins. "She's hurt Professor, really hurt," he mumbled to her.

        She worriedly looked down at her, before glancing up at Snape. Scarlett swung her arms around Fred and George's shoulders looking down and away from her father. McGonagall closed her eyes and shook her head, before they started down the hall, the other six following close behind, all glaring at Snape (yes even Draco. He's not exactly buddy buddy with the Gryffindors', but he's really good friends with Scarlett).

"It's alright dearie, your okay. We're going to bring you to the Hospital Wing," McGonagall spoke softly. Scarlett nodded and sobbed into Freddie's shoulder, students in the halls watched and cleared the way.

[laresearchette]

Friday, May 14, 2021 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)

WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES?: HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL: THE MUSICAL: THE SERIES  (Disney +) THE QUEEN CARRIES ON: A GAYLE KING SPECIAL (Global) 8:00pm PRIDE (FX Canada) 9:00pm/10:00pm/11:00pm

WHAT IS NOT PREMIERING IN CANADA TONIGHT BLACK LOVE (TBD - OWN Canada) MOMMY'S LITTLE CON ARTIST (TBD - Lifetime Canada)

NEW TO AMAZON PRIME/CRAVE/NETFLIX CANADA/CBC GEM:

AMAZON PRIME HORIZON LINE THE LAST HOUR (Season 1) LOL: SI TE RÍES, PIERDES (Season 1) THE UNDERGROUND RAILROAD

CBC GEM ALICIA KEYS LIVE IN L.A. BAD BANKS (Season 2) BLACKSTONE (Season 3)

CRAVE TV AMERICAN PIE AMERICAN PIE 2 AMERICAN PIE REUNION BREAKING SURFACE DOING THE MOST WITH PHOEBE ROBINSON (Season 1) FRED CLAUS THE GOONIES THE IRON GIANT MY COUSIN VINNY OPERATION AVALANCHE RACING STRIPES REMEMBER ME ROBOTS SOUND OF METAL STEP UP: HIGH WATER (Season 2, Episode 1) TIM BURTON’S CORPSE BRIDE TURBO UNACCOMPANIED MINORS UNBROKEN WIPEOUT (Season 1, Episodes 1-5)

NETFLIX CANADA ALMA MATTERS: INSIDE THE IIT DREAM FERRY HALSTON HAUNTED (Season 3) I AM ALL GIRLS JUNGLE BEAT: THE MOVIE LOVE, DEATH & ROBOTS (Volume 2) A MADEA FAMILY FUNERAL MOVE TO HEAVEN THE STRANGE HOUSE SYNCHRONIC THE WOMAN IN THE WINDOW

NBA BASKETBALL (SNNOW +) 7:00pm: Cavaliers vs. Wizards (TSN/TSN5) 9:00pm: Raptors vs. Mavericks

MLB BASEBALL (TSN2) 7:00pm: Angels vs. Red Sox (SN) 7:30pm: Phillies vs. Jays (SN1) 10:00pm: Marlins vs. Dodgers

NHL HOCKEY (TSN3/TSN4) 8:00pm: Leafs vs. Jets (SN1) 10:00pm: Avalanche vs. Kings

THE CLUE TO LOVE (City) 8:00pm: Audrey heads to Hope Cove to write about the special yet anonymous love advice column. She meets the Editor in Chief Morgan Cooper.

SORTEZ-MOI DE MOI (Crave) 8:05pm:  Justine and Émile go through some tough times; Clara struggles at work while Suzy moves into her home; Louie confronts David about his slipup. Gabriel learns upsetting news right before intervening with a quarreling couple.

BREAKING SURFACE (Crave) 9:00pm: During a winter dive on a remote part of the coast in Northern Norway, two sisters' lives fall into danger; when a rockfall traps one of the sisters on the ocean floor, a battle against time begins in the middle of the wilderness.

[chanswavyhair]

i learned to love (pt.2) | seo changbin

a/n: i ended up writing this bc i felt too upsetti doing a sad ending JSHSJS sorry:’) anyways, i hope u enjoy uwu. stream streetlight folks!!

word count: 1.8k

genres: angst, fluff

part 1 | [m.list]

it’s been a long night. you sighed, lying in your bed. you were listening to red velvet’s i just on loop, while surfing the internet. suddenly, the idea of checking changbin’s sns crossed your mind, as it’s been days since you last checked. you tried to control yourself, but your fingers were already typing his usser.

to your surprise, you saw that he had produced another –probably amazing– song. you immediately clicked on the link, and closed your eyes as you listened carefully the lyrics.

“even a fool knows this, you’re the best thing I've got” wow, first verse and it already hit really hard. you tried to make a promise to yourself, and not to cry if it seemed like he already fell for someone else. even if it’s been three months now since you left.

“i should've hurried, it's too late to regret it now” to be honest, those three months were really significant. you finally got to understand yourself, what did you want to do, and even learned to love yourself more. but somehow, you still missed his love, no matter how hard you tried, you didn’t seem to get interested in anyone else.

“i should've let go of my foolish pride then, i’m only regretting now for missing out the chance” tears started to fall by then. as much as it hurt, you wanted to believe that maybe, just maybe, he would think about you as much as you did about him. well, he didn’t have a reason since it was you whobroke up with him and suddenly disappeared, but you couldn’t help but hope the lyrics were about you.

“how could I ever let you go?” that was exactly what you’ve been thinking for the last three months. yes, you did break up with him, but you still loved him as you’ve ever loved anyone. your relationship came to a dead point, and you had to put it out, even though you hated yourself because of it.

one more night, you cried silently until you’d fall asleep; regretting to ever let all of this happen.

for changbin, things were really, really weird. just like you, at first he thought that even if it was a shame, you two couldn’t have done anything about it. but eventually, he realized that he missed you so bad. he came to think that he got used to having you by his side, which made him start to take less care about your relationship. but he loved you, and he didn’t get why didn’t you let him have a chance to talk to you. well, to be honest, he didn’t try that much and tried to accept it at the beginning, but he was slowly going crazy. so he wrote a song, hoping you would listen it, and at least know, that he still loved you so, so much.

a month after on track came out, you still listened to it on daily basis, and most of the nights, you played it before you went to bed. it was kind of masochistic, reminding yourself everyday of changbin not wanting to let someone go. but you had a life, in which you would study to get your preschooler teacher title – as the high school teacher title wasn’t valid. and in the afternoon you worked at a small café. you were still young, so you didn’t worry about studying again a lot.

it was a quiet afternoon, not many people at the café, which meant you could study while it was empty. just half an hour before closing, the door was opened, probably the fourth or fith client in the last hour.

“welcome to streetlight café, how can i- oh” your eyes went wide open as you realized it was the seo changbin who stood in front of you. he seemed quite surprised as well.

“uh, if you’re not comfortable i can leave-” he said awkwardly. you immediately shook your head.

“please don’t-, i mean, i can keep it professional” what a liar, you thought. he nodded at your words.

“then, can i have a espresso without milk, please?” you nodded trying to ide your smile, because you still remembered his favorite coffee. while preparing it, you realized you haven’t felt your heart race like this in such a long time. as you finished, you took it to where he was sitting. he didn’t say anything but right when you were about to return to your place, he spoke.

“are you busy?” changbin asked. you were internally in chaos, but so he was.

“well... you’re the only here right now.” you said nervously. he made a motion, telling you to sit in front of him. you didn’t rush, not wanting to seem desperate.

“how have you been doing?” he asked, looking at his coffee as if moving the spoon again and again was the most interesting thing ever.

“to be honest... could’ve been better. i am studying to get the preschooler teacher title, and i’m living with a friend from my hometown who is studying here in seoul, too. i guess she was more fun before.” you joked a bit, before mumbling, “what about you?” you tried to avoid his eyes once you finished talking.

“i’m still living at the apartment. i’ve produced many songs, and even took up rapping, turns out i am pretty good. but things are weird, because everything’s right, but i’ve been feeling complicated for some time now.” he said. he made himself look at you, before causually saying, “i haven’t dated anyone since you left, by the way.” changbin hoped you either did.

“me neither, i’m really busy studying and working to meet new people. also, i didn’t feel like doing it.” you said. he didn’t say anything for the next minutes, he just drank his coffee, and you stared at him.

“i’m sorry i made you feel unloved.” he stated, once he finished the hot drink. he surprised himself, looking for your eyes.

“changbin... i think we both did. and it’s understandable because we were both so busy and stressed. i mean, it did hurt, but i could never blame it just on you for being unhappy.” you said, with your heart on your hands. he was clearly collecting his thoughts, until he left out a soft laugh.

“if you think about it, maybe fate wanted us to meet here, don’t you think? what i mean is... if it’s okay for you, we could try to be friends again... i miss you.” your heart fluttered at his words, but you didn’t let it show.

“i guess we can try to be friends again, but i don’t want to rush.” you said. nonetheless, your heart wanted to be home with him again, while your rational part just didn’t want to go through letting go of him again. you smiled softly, ignoring your thoughts. “i missed you too, changbin.”

since that evening at the café, you two officially came to terms with each other, and ineither of you spelt that night out of excitement. he kept his words, and didn’t make any moves on you, just let things flow. it was kinda painful for him, to see you eventually more often, but not being able to kiss you, or to hug you – unless you did it first or he really needed to.

months went by, and you two became really close again, and although it felt different – a good type of different – from when you two started dating, you couldn’t help but fall even harder for him, wondering why did you ever let go of him. when you two started talking, you thought it would help you get over him, but it obviously had the opposite effect.

for changbin, even if he said he was happy to be friends with you again, he eventually let his feelings become obvious. he knew you knew, but he didn’t really mind it, because you were too good to leave him hanging from a string, so you would tell him if you weren’t feeling something too. he just didn’t want to pressure you, even if he half jokingly reminded you from time to time that you could sleep at his (and formerly yours) place; but it just didn’t felt right for you – after all, you used to live there with him and you were already confused enough.

half a year had passed, when you found yourself in his couch, almost cuddling him, watching a boring program you weren’t even watching. it was getting late, you usually left his place by the time, but that night, it felt so wrong to do it. you’ve contained yourself way too many times, but that night you just didn’t want to. you wanted to let things flow, and whatever it should happen, it would.

“it’s getting late, do you want me to walk you home?” he offered, looking at you. you stared at him, wondering if you should tell him your thoughts.

“changbin.” you said, doubting a last time.

“hmm?” he looked at you lovingly, while his deep voice let you know that he would be there for you, whatever you had to say. you then became confident on your decision.

“can i sleep over? is that okay for you.” you said, and his eyes suddenly widened.

“wait, are you for real?” he asked.

“i wouldn’t joke about it.” you answered.

“but... you are aware of my feelings for you, aren’t you? i’m not sure if i... will be able to restrain myself if we spend the night together, y/n.” he said. he felt ashamed to speak up about his feelings, even if you already knew.

“changbin, i’m not a little girl anymore. i am very conscious of your feelings, so just... don’t. you don’t have to restrain yourself.” he looked at you, getting closer. was this finally happening?

“y/n, before i do... i need to let you know. i love a lot, i don’t think i’ve ever stopped. i hated myself when i lost you, and i stopped when i found you again. if i focus on any part of you, your hands, your lips, your legs... i remember what i was to feel them against my skin and want to feel them again. but more than that, i ask myself how can love them all. so, if you are sure about this, ask me to kiss you and i will, but if you’re not, don’t do this. because i don’t know if i’ll ever love again.” he said, centimeters from your face, holding it with his hands, while you were now holding his heart.

“i’m afraid to hurt you so bad again you don’t love again, but you know i’ve always been selfish, and i’m even more afraid of you not loving me anymore. it’s crazy, how i can keep falling for you again and again. we are too young to love like this, but i would never regret it, just don’t ever let me down. so if you are willing not to do it, please... kiss me, changbin.”

[lunnanunna]

Focus on the Love

SF9 Extra Member AU

Summary: Miyoung finds herself in the comment section and the boys notice.

A/N: Please be mindful of what you write. These idols are human too. I hope you guys like it!

Requests are open! Feedback is greatly appreciated.

She knew that she shouldn’t, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stop herself. Her thumb automatically scrolled. Her eyes skimmed over the good, and searched for the bad. 

Miyoung knew that she should only focus on the good, or better yet; not check at all, but she couldn’t help it. She had no control over her actions.It was like she was in the backseat, just watching herself look through the comments on their last live performance. Was she always this bad?

“Mimi?” Miyoung startled, locked her phone, and turned to see Youngbin walking over to her. The music show had just ended and they were waiting for their manager to come and bring the van to take them to their next schedule.

“Hmm?” Miyoung shoved her phone in her pocket. She nervously smiled at the leader, but could tell right away that he knew something was up. Mioyung was a shit liar.

“You good? You looked like you were focusing really hard on whatever it was that you were reading,” Youngbin said sitting next to the girl.

Miyoung nodded her head, “Yeah. Of course.”

Quirking a brow, the leader asked, “What were you reading?”

“It’s nothing, really. I was just reading a poem that an old classmate sent to me. She wanted to know my thoughts on it,” Miyoung said, and was proud that she didn’t stutter.

Youngbin nodded, crossed his arms over his chest, and leaned back against the wall. He didn’t believe her whatsoever, but he wasn’t going to push her. She’d come to him when she was ready.

Miyoung watched him close his eyes. She could see the dark bags, that seemed more prominent these days. She sighed. There was no way she’d stress him out more by laying her problems on him. She just couldn’t do that to him. 

Her phone sat heavily in her pocket. Miyoung desperately tried not to think about it or the comments. They were just haters. Everyone had them. Focus on the love that fans give, not the hate. This is what her members have told her before. 

She squeezed her eyes shut, balling her hands in fists. The memory of slipping and missing her cue in today's performance ran through her mind. She winced, just as she had when it had happened. Fortunately, she wasn’t injured, but that didn’t mean her pride wasn’t hurt.

Miyoung felt a poke on her cheek. Turning to the culprit, she found Youngbin’s hand hovering near her cheeks. 

“I can hear your thoughts. Here.” Youngbin reached into her pocket and grabbed for her phone. Miyoung froze. “You know you shouldn’t.” Her phone was placed in his pocket.

“Oppa,” Miyoung whispered, her voice quaking. Of course he knew what she was really reading. He had leader superpowers. She closed her eyes, tears spilling, as he took her hand in his and squeezed it. 

“What happened today was a mistake. It happens to all of us. Even to veteran idols with years of experience,” he looked at her hand, thumb rubbing the back of it, “You handled it well. Like the professional you are.” 

More tears came at his words. The logical side of her brain told her that he was right and that she should trust him, but the side that kept her awake at night with self doubt, told her that he was just saying that to be nice.

“Miyoung, look at me,” said girl felt a hand on each side of her face, guiding her to look at him. Once she opened her eyes, he continued, “I know it’s hard, but you can’t let these things get to you. If it’s hard to focus on the good, then please don’t go looking. Take some time off from SNS.”

Miyoung slowly nodded her head, “Okay.” she was brought into his arms. The girl welcomed the warmth and hugged him back. 

“What’s going on?” Miyoung looked up to see Zuho and Taeyang walking over to them. The latter, kneeling in front of her. He reached up to wipe her tears.

“I was reading some bad comments. Again,” she whispered the last part. Taeyang squeezed her knee with a sympathetic smile, as she pulled away from Youngbin and slumped in her seat, sighing.

“Hyung, give me her phone,” Zuho said, holding his hand out. Youngbin handed him her phone, and they watched Zuho unlock her it (He, Taeyang, and Youngbin were the only ones that knew her passcode), and began typing. 

“What are you doing?” Miyoung asked, resting her head on the leader’s shoulder. Taeyang still knelt by her feet, holding onto her hand.

“Here.” The rapper handed her the phone. Miyoung looked at him, then at the screen. She was once again in the comment section, but this time it was a chain of comments that were cheering her on. 

“I’d tell you to delete your SNS, but I know you need them for your videos. So instead of deleting, stop looking at the comments. And if you absolutely need to look at them, get one of us to read them to you. That way, we’ll make sure that you’ll only get the good ones,” he said, then pointed to the screen.

“Look at how they love you. And how they’re praising you for acting professionally,” Youngbin said, looking over her shoulder. Miyoung mutely nodded.

“None of us like the hate comments, obviously, but if we come across them, then we should find each other, not keep it bottled up. That’s never a good thing,” Taeyang said, resting his chin on her knee. He smiled up at her, making Miyoung smile as well, albeit small. 

Miyoung went back to read over the comments. Her smile grew as she read what Fantasy wrote about her. Locking her phone, she held it against her chest, “Thank you guys.”

“Of course, Miyoung-ah,” Zuho leaned over, and kissed her head. 

“Okay guys, the vans ready,” their manger said as he popped his head into the room.

Everyone began to grab their stuff and walk out. Miyoung was about to follow them, when Youngbin stopped her to wipe where her makeup had run. 

“How about we watch a movie tonight?” the leader asked. Miyoung perked up at that, and nodded, smiling.

“I’m down,” Zuho agreed, and Taeyang nodded his head as well. They began to walk out of the room and follow the rest of their members.

“Down for what?” Jaeyoon asked, slowing down, and falling instep with them.

“Movie night,” Taeyang answered.

“Oh, yes please,” Dawon clapped his hands. “What do you want to watch, Mimi?” He had seen the boys talking to Miyoung, and knew that they were trying to comfort her. He’d help too, even if it was in something as small as having her pick a movie.

Miyoung thought it over. She didn’t watch many movies, and when she did, it was always the boys who picked it. “How about Zodiac?”

“You really like those murder mystery type things don’t you,” Youngbin chuckled, wrapping an arm around her.

“What? I like that movie,” Miyoung pouted.

“We know,” Taeyang laughed, grabbing her free hand. 

“So Zodiac it is,” Youngbin said, and they all agreed. 

“I swear Miyoung watches these things so that way she’ll know how to kill us and get away with it,” Dawon faked a shiver.

“I take down notes with each movie and show I watch,” Miyoung smirked, “I’m gonna be a hella good murderer.”

“Don’t enable her,” Youngbin shook his head as Miyoung laughed.

Miyoung’s Masterlist