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Aligata - Chiwaawa (Thoia Thoing Riddim)
ALOMO GYATA hitmaker ALIGATA APP is out with yet another big club banger he titles “CHIWAAWA”.
The prolific, deep but commercial Dancehall and Afrobeats lyricist created a potential global party anthem with this new one.
As usual, chorus line is very catchy and easy to sing along. Vocal delievery and lyrical content was spot on.
‘CHIWAAWA’ was recorded R. Kelly’s ‘THOIA THOING’…
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Aligata - Alomo Gyata (Akwankwaa Hiani ReFiX)
Aligata - Alomo Gyata (Akwankwaa Hiani ReFiX)
Aligata – Alomo Gyata Akwankwaa Hiani ReFiX mp3 download
Aligata Alomo Gyata Akwankwaa Hiani refix mp3 download. Aligata comes through with the refix of Akwankwaa Hiani original performed by Adu Kwasi. Check it out below and kindly share it with your friends and loved ones.
Enjoy “Alomo Gyata”, a 2023 Ghana free mp3 song download performed by Aligata, and kindly add it to your favorite…
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Aligata - SA - AV Confession Refix
Title of this jam is 'SA' which means 'DANCE'. Song is a party banger and very catchy.
Aligata jumped on Nigerian Afrobeats singer, AV's confession instrumental to dish out what he calls the Ghana remix.
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Title of this jam is ‘SA’ which means ‘DANCE’. Song is a party banger and very catchy.
Aligata jumped on Nigerian Afrobeats singer, AV’s confession instrumental to dish out what he calls the Ghana remix.
You will love this…
Kindly download & listen to full song
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=afS0jMGth6A
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Have barely talked abt my ocs here but quick mention to the current 2 ships that are canon :3
Married lesbians & childhood gay crushes xp
(Left to right: Olivia & Agata, Seiki & Touri)
I've barely just started drawing them together but ik already that any drawing w Aligata are gonna be them dancing together while Touseiki is gonna be cuddling & similar xdd
I like coming up w way to refer to multiple characters w very few words xdnt
Hopefully soon I can come here w full drawings of them together, for now I only have a wip and some possible references xdnt
#adams bs art#Fort of Lies related posts#ocs#my ocs#original characters#they're from a comic called Fort of Lies#or at least thats the current tittle#i still don't know if its gonna change or not-#fun fact?#i have a draft here promoting(?) the comic#but wrote it around 1-3am#i only have left to write a quick note abt 2 characters and then fix the post in general#but i cant get myself to do that anymore xdnt#smth I can say abt it is that its slightly inspired by bsd#and also that im working on a small game called Death row that happens on the same universe#but on the comic it would just be vaguely mentioned in a flashback prob-
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I haven’t earned money from ‘Alomo Gyata’ song yet – Aligata App
The viral song “Alomo Gyata” which was composed from a broken heart experience, has now become a party song that is being used for sound bites, among others.
The music that has been trending on social media for months can be targeted at receiving revenue for being downloaded online, but according to Aligata App, who did a remix of the song, he has not earned any money from the song yet.
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Because we don't hold an award show, the TOP 25 each quarter is an award in itself. This year (2022) we will be presenting digital certificates to each artist for their accomplishments. CONGRATS to you all! #TeamWE 22 Pt.3 (Top 25) De'Marcus Walker/Peter Collins Ryland Fisher Madirox Bryan Julience Big Daddy Swolls DJ Ronsha/Mike Titan/A7MC G-Zon Delameute David D-Boi Knowles Nicholas Davis Stevie J Blues Mz Mazi Lasandra Warner Boss_dogg Robb MistaSoul Blacc Gran Centennial Carl Harris Ba-Kem DBS/So Smooth Reem Karim Abdullah Sky Whatley Toolman Pop Da Brown Hornet Brixks Da Boss Larry Ellis Scrip Scott/Ricky Bats Snowgoons The Real Simba Mic Uno/Raw Genius Merch Music/Ben Frank Dionote Nelson Whoadi Hendrix Aligata App Sloppy Joe's #hiphop #rnb #underground #indiemusic #independent #internetradio #bakemdbsmusic #newhiphop #haveyouheard #checkthisout #2022 #summer2022 #newmusic2022 https://www.instagram.com/p/ChpjuA1uomq/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Aligata - Black Woman (Legalize Riddim)
Aligata – Black Woman (Legalize Riddim)
Aligata takes his turn on Legalize Riddim with what he calls ‘Black Woman’
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LINGVA LATINA PER SE ILLVSTRATA - CAPITVLVM QVINTVM DECIMVM
Jen!
«La instruisto kaj la studentoj», la nomo.
Resumo: Komenciĝas en lernejo, kiu havas 3 studentojn, unu el ili Kinto. Tamen nur la instruitisto kaj unu studento, Seksto, en ĉambro estas. Tiam la dua studento alvenas, Tito, sed Marko ne aperas. Li alvenas malfrue. Instruitisto, poste, deklamas tekston, sed studentoj trovas ĝin enua kaj dormas.
Ĉi rakonto postulas longan resumon. Mi eĉ ne diris la rakonton tute... Sed ĝi estis komprenebla.
Estas interesaj aferoj pri kiuj paroli en ĉi ĉapitro. Kaj ĉi tiu facile estus tiu kun la plej multaj duboj rilate al vortoj... Mi ne scias ĉu mi parolos pri ili ĉi tie. Se ĉi afiŝo estos tre granda, mi priparolos la vortojn en alia, male, ĉi tie mi priparolos.
«Cum» konfuzanta mian kapon
Mi legas «cum» kiel «kun», sed ĝi ankaŭ signifas «kiam». Mi bezonis pli da tempo por adaptiĝi. Kutimoafero.
Mi ne memoras ĉu la libro uzis ĝin aŭ ne antaŭe... Ĉiuokaze, bona ĝi estas. Antaŭ la deklinacioj, nun la verbaj konjugacioj tute aperas! Ne nur la 1a persono, sed la 2a, kaj singularaj kaj pluralaj! La libro komenciĝas, komenciĝas nun!
Kaj aferon kiun mi rimarkis en ma latina estas ke ne cima vi sukcesos kompreni frazon unuafoje. Foje vi bezonas legi pli ol du fojojn por komprenado. Almenaŭ por komencantoj.
La libro fuŝis min
Tergum est posterior pars corporis.
De nenio aperas komparativoj de la vorto «post», «posterior». «Post» samsignifas al la vorto esperante, montranta, laŭ mia kapo, ion venantan apude, figursence aŭ ne. Sed unu difinon mi scias sed ne memoris: «montranta lokon kontraŭan al la fronto de objekto».
Kiam mi legis la supran frazon, mi imagis ion apud la korpo. Sed kio estus parto posta de korpo? Parto de la korpo kiu estas apude? Kio?? Ve al mi. Ne venis al mi la alia signifo de tiu vorto. Mi jam sciis ke ĝi aludis dorson, ĉar bildo montras tion antaŭe, sed eĉ tiam mi ne ekpensis pri la senco de kontraŭa al la fronto.
Do, kompreninte finfine la signifon, mi scivolis kial uzitis komparativon anstataŭ simple adjektivo. Ĉu eblus ambigueco aŭ miskompreno?
Sufikso «re-»
Aperas ĉi sufikso, kiun ni jam bone konas. Letero D aligatas al ĝi kiam la radiko komencas per vokalo, ŝajne, ĉar «ire» fariĝas «redire», ne «reire».
La latina jam konata pro sia vortordolibero, sed mi ne scias ĉu tia libero eblas kun prefiksoj, aŭ afiksoj ĝenerale. Ankaŭ mi scivolas pri kreado de vortoj. Mi sekvas profilon kreantan vortojn latine, kunigante ekzistantajn vortojn. Mi guglos pri tio. Ĝuste aŭ ne, honeste, mi faros ĝin ĉiuokaze ma latine tre bela lingvo estas por ne esti tia libero.
Tota coniugatio verborum hic est!
La libro nur montris verbojn en la 3a persono. Ĉi ĉapitre aperas la 1a kaj 2a persono, singularaj kaj pluralaj. Mi pensis ke nur okazus tio, sed en Grammatica Latina aperas tabelo kun ĉiuj konjugacioj. Jej! Ni antaŭe vidis ĉiujn deklinaciojn kaj jam estis indiko ke la libro efektive komenciĝis, nun, kun ankaŭ la verba konjugacio tute montrita, ni sendube vidos multajn aferojn de la sekva pluen.
Anstataŭigoj ne ĉesas!
Mi komentis komence pri la duboj rilate al vortoj. Estas ĉar la anstataŭigo. La libro simple diras ke unu vorto samas al alia, sed no scias ke ĝi ne estas ĝusta. Havas similajn signifojn, sed tute samaj ne estas. Eĉ «cur», signifanta «kial», anstataŭigitis...
Lokativo aperas
Mi jam konis ĝin pro Duolingo (mi jam studis la latinan ĉe ĝi antaŭ iom da tempo, kelkjarojn). Ĝi estas finaĵo kontanta, kiel diras la nomo, lokon. Tamen ĝi ne estas tiel komuna kaj ne ĉiuj vortoj ĝin havas.
Vortludo en la teksto!!
Hahaha, mi eĉ ne povas kredi ke mi vidis tion! Kaj tio estis farita de la instruisto, kio iomete surprizigis min, ĉar mi ne atendus tian aferon el severa ulo. Nur vidu:
Titus tibi mālum dare non potest, at ego tibi malum dare possum, nisi hic et nunc Tito librum reddis!
Jes, dufoje «mallum», kun la diferenco en la signo sur la letero. Ambaŭ vortoj diferenciĝas parole ĉar A kun signo estas pli longa ol A sen signo. Mi trovis ĝin tre tre kreema. Tiaj frazoj multe helpas onin memori vortojn.
Plue, estis ankoraŭ la esprimo «hic et nunc» = «ĉi tie kaj nun». Kvankam preskaŭ ĉiam eblas uzi esprimon de sia lingvo en alia laŭvorte tradukante ĝin, estas sciata ke ne ĉiam tio funkcias, ĉar muktfoje esprimo, eĉ kun la sama signifo, estas tute alia en alia lingvo. Pro tio mi ne estus certa, se mi estus tradukanta ĉi esprimon al la latina. Almenaŭ nun mi scias ke ĉi tiu estas laŭvorta.
Prior: ĉu adjektivo aŭ substantivo?
Ĝi aperas kiel adjektivo laŭ mi, eĉ pli ĉar la libro diras ke ĝi estas malo de «posterior», adjektivo, kavankam mi scias ke kiam la libro diras ke io samsignifas, tio ne vere samsignifas...
Pro scivolemo, mi serĉis la vorton ĉe Latin Is Simple, kaj ĝi diras ke «prior» estas substantivo... Kiel?? Tamen! Mi rimarkis ion. La libro diras prior -ius, dum la substantivo «prior» ĉe Latin Is Simple estas prior -is, tio estas, ili ne estas la sama vorto! Kaj la libro aperanta en la libro ne estas ĉe Latin Is Simple. Ial ili ne enmetis ĝin.
Do mi guglis latinan vortaron kaj trovis la vorton tie. La signifo estas «antaŭen, antaŭ». La 4a signifo estas «antaŭa, pli frue». Ambaŭ, precipe la 4a, mi kredas, tute kongruas al la senco montrata libre. Do, uf, problemo solvita!
La frazo en kie aperas la vorto prior, kaj ankaŭ posterior, diras ke la studentoj nur aŭdis la komencon de la libro, ĉar, kiam la instruisto legis la finon, ili estis dormanta. Nun vidu kie interese:
Pueri autem priorem libri partem tantum audiunt, nam antequam magister partem libri posteriorem recitare incipit.
Kiam estas dirita unua parto, la adjektivo venas komence, sed kiam estas dirita la lasta parto, la adjektivo venas fine, interŝanĝante lokojn kun «parto». Mi trovis tion interesa ĉar, kiam priparolate komenco, adjektivo venas komence; kiam priparolate fino, adjektivo venas fine. Ĉu estus ĉi tio koincido aŭ tiu kiu skribis volis fari tiun vortludon? Mi ne kredas ke tio estas deviga, ĉar en la latina eblas granda vortordo. Eble tio fakte estis ia vortludo de la verkisto.
Kaj mi profitas pro diri ke ĉi tia vortordo, en kie la genitivo estas inter substantivo kaj adjektivo, konfuzigas min. Estas kiel mi diris antaŭe, en la latina foje vi bezonas legi la tutan frazon por kompreni kion ĝi volas diri.
Ĉu diminutiva sufikso?
Aperas vorto «lectulus», signifante «malgranda lito». La libro mem diras ke ĝi signifas tion, sed kursivigante la leteroj UL. Ĝi volis montri tion. Nu, mi kredas ke ĉi tio estas diminutiva sufikso, sed mi ne kredas ke nur ekzistas unu en la latina... Mi ankaŭ ne scias ĉu mi povas uzi la afikosjn ie ajn.
Sed kio estas la diferenco inter «considere» kaj «sedere»?
Mi komencis pensi pri tio ĉar mi unue pensis ke ambaŭ estis samsignifaj, sed poste, en momento de la libro, la studentoj diras ke ili ne povas «considere» ĉar ili ne povas «sedere». Mi tute ne komprenis...
Latin Is Simple diras ke «considere» estas «sit down» kaj «sedere» estas «sit». Serĉante ĉi-ambaŭ vortoj ĉe Glosbe, aperas ke «sit down» = «sidiĝi» kaj «sit» = «sidi». Respektive, ambaŭ signifas «sidi seĝe» kaj «havi bruston rektan dum gluteoj restas sur ia apogo». Kio diable estus la diferenco ĉi tie?
Nu, la afiŝo fariĝis longa, do mi ne parolos pri la vortoj dubigantaj ĉi tie. Iutage mi afiŝos pri ili.
Do, mi alvenis la finon. Mi ŝatis la ĉapitron, malgraŭ la malfaciloj. Jen frazo mia latine:
Diodorus severus magister est, verberat discipulos virga sua. Is Quintum verberat virga, quod Quintus improbus discipulus est. Non Quintus modo est improbus, sed etiam alii discipuli, Sextus et Titus, quod non volunt considere cum magister inquit.
Nu, estantas tre seniluziige skribi frazojn latine pro la ega malfacileco krei unu ne sciante bazajn vortojn. De la sekva afiŝo pluen mi komencos serĉi la vortojn kiujn mi volas. Sen ili fariĝas tre malfacila skribi la plej simplan frazon. Ĝis la revido!
#Esperanto#esperanto language#Lingua Latina#lingua latina per se illustrata#Latin#Latin language#learning latin#language
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Aligata - Naa Merley (Prod By. Monie Beatz)
Aligata – Naa Merley (Prod By. Monie Beatz)
The song ‘Naa Merley’ is a soothing Afrobeat,Afrodancehal, Afro Soul and Afro Fusion jam which seeks to glorify the beauty and charm of an African Empress with the Ghanaian name Naa Merley. In an extension, the song is tailored for all women in general. The song comes with a very simple catchy GA chorus with refreshing Engish/Patois verses. This is definitely a baby making song you will love so…
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Aligata - Naa Merley (Prod By. Monie Beatz)
Aligata – Naa Merley (Prod By. Monie Beatz)
Aligata – Naa Merley (Prod By. Monie Beatz)
The song ‘Naa Merley’ is a soothing Afrobeat, Afrodancehal, Afro Soul, and Afro-Fusion jam that seeks to glorify the beauty and charm of an African Empress with the Ghanaian name Naa Merley.
In an extension, the song is tailored for all women in general. The song comes with a very simple catchy GA chorus with refreshing Engish/Patois verses. This is…
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Aligata - Naa Merley (Prod. By Monie Beatz)
Aligata – Naa Merley (Prod. By Monie Beatz)
The song ‘Naa Merley’ from Raggae/Dancehall artist Aligata is a soothing Afrobeat, Afrodancehall, Afro Soul and Afro Fusion jam which seeks to glorify the beauty and charm of an African Empress with the Ghanaian name ‘Naa Merley’.
In an extension, the song is tailored for all women in general. The song comes with a very simple catchy GA chorus with refreshing Engish/Patois verses. This is…
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Aligata - Country Man Songo
Aligata – Country Man Songo
Reggae, Dancehall and Afrobeats lyricist Aligata is out with a niche of a song he titles ‘COUNTRY MAN SONGO’.
The song which affirms the rants of popular radio and TV sports presenter COUNTRY MAN SONGO concerning the rot at the Ghana Football Association(GFA) and the alleged on-going corruption in the top hierarchy of the Ghanaian football governing body, heaped praises on Country Man Songo for…
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Aligata - Wonshelele (Mightylele Refix) (Prod. by Gomez)
Aligata – Wonshelele (Mightylele Refix) (Prod. by Gomez)
Aligata takes cover on BHIM Nation’s frontline act, Stonebwoy’s lastest single “Mightylele” with what he termed as “Wonshelele”. It is a conscious Ghetto brewed Dancehall masterpiece
The song seeks to advocate for the legalization, decriminalization and commercial exportation of marijuana.
Unlike the negative news in the media about marijuana, Aligata uses his witty and well composed lyrics to…
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Aligata Proves It All As Ghana's Rising Music Export Via GHG Live
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Aligata Proves It All As Ghana's Rising Music Export Via GHG Live
Aligata brought his A-game on and dropped some bars by taking the GHG Live show up a notch with an addictive dancehall freestyle.
Featured on the 3rd episode of season one of the GHG Live show by award-winning producer Snow Beatz, The rising Ghanaian music star glorified a specific part of the female body in all shapes, forms, and sizes. The catch of the freestyle is how he dropped the choruses in patois and then spiced the verses with GA and patois.
Full of catchy vibes, Aligata didn’t miss his hilarious punchlines as well on his Freestyle. Aligata is a classic example of a good lyricist, he will give you madness with a touch of beauty coupled with flawless delivery. He is either dropping anthems, lyrical jams or something way out of the box.
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insurresine, dua capo
Tommy x Esme Sci-fi AU, for a prompt
It's been a while since they last met, and now he's an admiral, she's a queen. They have only a short ride in his ship together, and there's little they can say, very little they can do. They dance.
insurresine: the original variation of the borgues dance. Both partners put their right hand on their hip or keep their right hand free. It was invented by soldiers during the Twin Rebellions and used to seduce each other or just pass the time, knowing an attack could come at any second and they wanted their right hands free to grab a weapon if necessary.
dua capo: two leaders; when the lead role in the dance switches from person to person at least once
Tommy watched Esme through the door of his room as she hunched over her wristpad, speaking very softly on a call to her second-in-command. When he had set out for the Assembly that morning, he had hoped to see her there amongst all the other leaders, but he hadn’t thought that she’d end up on his ship. Thank the terrorists for that, then. For a trip, however short, with Esme. No, not Esme. He had taken to thinking of them as Admiral of B13-HM and Queen of the Wanderers; or better, he and she. It was simpler. Fuck, it was simpler. He tried to believe that.
She ended the call and came in with a cursory look around. He tried to imagine his room through her eyes: the perfect circle of it, the low mat in the corner, the table and chairs, no decoration. Not quite embarrassing, but not a place to entertain guests.
If she had an opinion of the place, she didn’t voice it. “You can jettison me on one of XT-77’s moons. My people will pick me up from there.”
“Why not deliver you directly to them?”
She sat down in a chair across from him. “You’re a Dweller now. Your ship won’t be allowed within a deci-lightyear of my fleet.”
“A Dweller. Is that what I am.”
“Yes, Admiral.” She drew out the three syllables of his formal title with an ironic gleam in her eye.
“Does that make you angry?”
“Why would it? Each child may choose which parent they will follow. You chose the way of your father.”
“As John’s children chose you.”
“As my children chose me, yes. Though at that point, it wasn’t a choice between parents, was it.” She rubbed the gold disk that hung round her neck, slowly, between two fingers.
Right. He produced two bottles from under his desk and carefully pulled the film off the top of them before handing one over to her.
“Here’s to John. Rest in peace,” he said.
“Rest in peace,” she repeated. They tapped the bottles together, then drank.
Once she finished her glass, she carefully removed her ceremonial red scarf. Then she grabbed at her right sleeve with her left hand and yanked; the velcro parted, and pretty soon the dress was only a pile of soft pink material that she tossed over the back of her chair. Underneath the dress, it turned out, a suit of the thinnest black body armor available. This, too, she removed, although it took longer, with so many buckles. Finally, it was just the last layer, a black shirt and leggings, and the ceremonial scarf, which she draped across her neck once more.
“It’s warm in here,” she said. Which was true; it was a matter of inadequate insulation between his room and the generator room. He’d already stripped down to his undershirt and trousers to compensate.
Still. “You come to every diplomatic event expecting to rip your dress off?”
“Don’t you?”
“Perhaps I would, if I took to wearing dresses.”
“Better that and gear underneath than a uniform and an undershirt. Cotton’s not going to save your life.”
“I’ll take that under advisement.”
As they drank, they got to talking about their family, such as it was; Katie’s new pet, Arthur’s new wife. By tacit agreement, nothing political, nothing of the people that had tried to kill them two hours earlier. That would all be sorted, but separately, not together. Fuck but he’d missed this; a mind like his own, a woman with burdens like his own, and all the old memories hanging in the back of his mind, stirring and whispering: it wasn’t all bad. It was not all the stuff of nightmares. She was there.
“We should meet again,” he found himself saying. “I know that Wanderers don’t care much for hubs, but we’ve become a city, just last year. Cleared the population limit, and we could use the extra hands for the moon harvest. It would only take a temporary stay of your ban, and I could get the mayor to—”
“Tommy.”
“—sign off on it, easily. Alright, I understand. But we should meet. Tarvis and Wainhull are rising in the west, and if they form an alliance—”
“We’re not engaging. We’re a fleet. If there’s a war, we flee. It was a miracle I attended Assembly at all, and that was before the bomb.”
“Esme, don’t you—”
“Tommy. No.”
He looked away sharply.
The golden glow of the pseudosol lining the bottom of the wall was melting into a molten orange around them. Night was falling; how appropriate. This was his cue, he knew, for him to say something about the passing of time, about the need for sleep, about the convenient guest pod only a few tracks down the hall, but fuck he the words stuck leaden in his throat.
The scrape of her chair across the floor was of such a high pitch, so slow and deliberate, that it gave him the sensation of opening the wrong door and facing sudden gunfire. Perhaps she would cut him to punish even the unspoken suggestion—but no, that was wishful thinking. He couldn’t hear her stockinged feet on the floor at all. He kept expecting to hear the door open and then close behind her.
Suddenly there was something at the base of his skull, her hand, her left hand, gripping his hair tightly, tilting his head up and towards her, demanding his full attention. When he met her gaze, it was steel on steel. The fringe of her scarf brushed against his bare knee. With the heel of her palm resting on his breastbone and her thumb on his throat, she could feel it when he swallowed.
“You owe me aligata,” she said.
It was the dance they were meant to do, the incredibly slow, stiff, and simple five-measure set of steps repeated over and over at each Assembly, once with each leader. He had done it a hundred times under the soft, dark drapes of the Assembly flags, or at least with a hundred different leaders. He could imagine doing that with her very easily.
Or he could imagine something else.
He put his hand on her waist so that his little finger went along the ridge of her hip. If he tugged her forward now, if she let herself fall forward, she would be in his lap, her thighs heavy on his own. Her hair would be within reach. At a tug of that silver pin, it would waterfall over her shoulders...
“I only have music for borgues,” he said.
There was not even the slightest flicker in her dark eyes. “Une capo?”
“Dua capo.”
“Well. You owe me a dance.” Her left hand unclenched and her left wrist rested on his shoulder, but her right hand remained on his throat as he rose to his feet.
Still locked on her eyes, he reached for the ceremonial red scarf around her neck, which was surprisingly soft despite the heavy gold embroidery. His fingers closed around it, and he paused, asking this time instead of challenging. When she did nothing, he slipped it off her neck and laid it carefully over the back of his chair.
At a command from him, his wristpad began to play music. He’d left it on the table, but it was loud enough. They both shifted their weight slightly to the balls of their feet; she put her hands on his back, he put his on the nape of her neck. She dropped her stare as she picked up focus on the beat.
The music was slow and slightly hollow at first, a rhythm of hand drums only, and he could feel her relaxing as he took up the more fluid motions of the follow, responding to the pressure of her hands, reacting to the directions given by her momentum. Then the singer’s part came in, high and reverberating, all exquisite vocal waves, slightly fractured with glottal stops and left hanging in the air. Her eyes snapped up to meet his.
“Lamentate are meant for funerals,” she said. “Not for borgues. ”
They managed to keep in step, but she had lost the flow of communication from before; it was as if her leading was speaking with a slight stutter. Unease spread from her to him and back again through the skin. Perhaps if he tried to explain...
“In my city, it is understood,” he murmured, “that there are more reasons to mourn than there are deaths.”
The steps had become simple; no turns, no pivots, only the deceptively gentle back and forth, her eyes on his. “You think a dance could be a reason to mourn?”
“It depends on how the dance ends.”
She went on for a few beats, still only in the basic back and forth, and then stopped, feet going flat on the floor.
A great surge of disappointment washed over him. He’d thought they had more time. Not much, but minutes at least. If they didn’t share mourning, what did they share? Everything was an ending with her. With Esme. Look it in the face, call it what it was: he didn’t know how to touch her without thinking of losing her later. Call it a curse.
He commanded the song off, and she commanded her wristpad to put a new one on. Well, not new. This one had been around since before the star-ending Eleventh War, and it was a classic: a low, throaty alto over the plucked strings of an ancient guitar, lilting and dark. Old-fashioned, but a perennial favorite of the pavement-dancing crowd. A gift to hips.
This time, she put her left hand on his back, her right hand on her own hip. He raised an eyebrow, but formed up in the proper position; left hand on her shoulder, right hand on his own hip too. Borgues insurresine, and their bodies closer because of it; her left leg between his, his between hers, when they swayed close.
“It’s been some time since I last danced the old variation,” he said.
Was that a smile? “Once a rebel, always a rebel.”
“Ah, but that war ended before either of us were born.”
“It’s in the blood.”
He shook his head once. “I think the Eleventh has taken up all of mine.”
“We’re Wanderers, Thomas.” She guided him swiftly and securely through two turns and a crossover, then brought him close again. “There are wars in us so old that their names have been forgotten.”
Now it was his turn to smile. “I thought I was a Dweller now.”
She didn’t look up, just rolled her left palm against his back in a way that his body followed, rippling sinuous against her in a way they could both feel, leg to thigh to gut to chest. “You don’t move like one of them,” she said.
At a quick pivot, the coil of her hair lost a strand; it tumbled down over his wrist in a faint wisp and he didn’t dare speak. He had to rein in his breath.
Her eyes flickered up to meet his, then down to his lips, then away. She tapped two fingers against his shoulder blade three times, asking to switch, and he responded yes with the same two fingers, three taps against the nape of her neck.
When he took the lead, she closed her eyes. He was tempted to see how far it went, this trust; he navigated her close to the walls, around the table, but she never faltered. At one point, he slid both hands down to her hips and lifted for a few seconds, straining. Her feet just barely left the floor, but she smiled.
They went on like this as long as the song lasted, switching every now and then. There was nothing sweet about her, but there was something sweet in the way she let him touch her, reverent and careful, not because she was fragile but because she was precious. When the song ended, he quickly commanded a new one from his wristpad, another classic, this one a little less coy, a little more content. They went on dancing.
“Have you ever used borgues insurresine for its original purpose?” he said, before she could mention the time or the change in song.
“Yes.” That could be the end of it, if she wanted. But when he gave her time, she eventually added, “It was another soldier, Aishe and I, sneaking into a ballroom. Knives instead of guns strapped to our legs, hidden in our skirts. One of my earliest assassinations.”
He tried to picture it; she’d started young, he knew, even younger than he had. “A bad memory, then.”
“A good memory. We got away.”
“Do you think you’ll ever use the borgues for that again?”
Very quietly: “No.”
“Do you want to?”
They had met then, during the war, in the dense jungle of a now-dead planet, Tommy irritated that he had to escort his brother’s bride-to-be through the center of a civil war, Esme angry that she had to be married at all. So young, but neither of them reckless. Too scarred for that, then. Still too scarred for that.
Looking at him directly, she said, “I want this room to stay red.” It was the basic back and forth again now, simple and secure, rocking close and then stepping away.
“For how long?” Selfishly, he hoped for some hours within which he could allow himself to be comfortable. Or even better, forever. That would be alright, wouldn’t it.
“I want to dance, Tommy.”
He murmured a command to his wristpad, freezing the pseudosol sunset in streaks of fire on the wall around them.
“Then let’s dance.”
They went on, skin on skin, sweat and held breaths, and he wanted, he wanted, he wanted. Tomorrow he would leave her behind, watching as she became a tiny black dot on the grey vastness of the moon, and her fleet would come in after and carry her beyond reach. Tomorrow he would give it up. But today, he spread his fingertips on the small of her back.
He closed his eyes.
for @theskinofmyemotions, thanks for the prompt
bachata feels due to @peakytoms, thanks for the unresolved sexual tension
also tagging @sympathyfortheblinderdevil because their devotion to this crackship matches mine
#Esme x Tommy#Tommy x Esme#Esme Shelby#Tommy Shelby#Peaky Blinders fanfic#Peaky Blinders fanfiction#Peaky Blinders imagine#prompt#correspondence#mine#sci fi AU#just wow this crackship has really fucking dragged me in#oneshot
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(RE) ENCONTROS E DESCOBERTAS
Capítulo 536
- Fala Ju.
- Isso tudo aconteceu quando o Rod viajou pra fazer preparação pra Novo Mundo.
- Eu lembro Ju, ele ficou uma semana numa tribo no Pará.
- Sim Ágatha, foi naquele período que o Juliano me mandava mensagens me pedindo pra falar com ele, mas eu não queria mais nenhum tipo de contato com ele e me esquivava.
- Então ele bateu na sua porta?
- Sim e me chantageou.
- Ju o que aconteceu?
- Ele queria retomar Ju-Ju, me disse que o patrocinador queria isso e eu tinha que acatar por causa do Acordo Ju-Ju.
- Vi qualquer notícia que você teve uma internação rápida.
- Sim Alice, eu passei mal quando ele queria me obrigar a retornar àquele inferno.
- Ju muita covardia dele te atacar desse jeito.
- Sim Ágatha.
- Aí sua família chegou e botou ele pra correr.
- Também Alice.
- Como assim também, quem foi que te livrou desse idiota?
- O Rodrigo.
- Como é que é?
- Sim meninas, o Rod chegou de volta naquele dia, na mesma hora que o Juliano estava na minha casa e como ele queria me fazer uma surpresa foi direto lá em casa.
- Ju o Rod deve ter ficado louco com essa parada.
- Ficou sim Alice, ele queria tirar satisfações com o Juliano.
- Não esperava menos do Rod, o babaca pôr em risco a vida da mulher e da filha dele.
- Sim, foi muito difícil esse tempo pra nós todos.
- Ju como ele reagiu ao saber de toda a verdade dessa parada?
- Como assim Alice?
- Ju tenho certeza que em um momento ou outro você teve que abrir a verdade do Acordo Ju-Ju pro Rod ou estou enganada?
- Não Alice, essa parte no primeiro momento coube à Dona Cris.
- Sua mãe Ju, deve ter sido difícil pra ela.
- Foi sim Ágatha, mas tudo acabou bem.
- E a surpresa que ele queria fazer pra você virou um pesadelo pra ele.
- Sim eu entrei em choque com aquela situação e tive de ser internada com uma ameaça de aborto bem séria.
- Puxa Ju, você passou por tudo isso e a gente não ficou sabendo.
- Ninguém ficou sabendo Ágatha, nem as Judriguetes.
- Sim porque vamo combinar, se elas soubessem da verdade não ia sobrar poeira do babaca.
- Sim, elas sempre o odiaram.
- E hoje dá pra ver que razão não faltou, elas já sacavam alguma coisa.
- Sim Alice e uma delas principalmente tinha essa intuição muito forte pro azar dele.
- Já sei, a menina que fez o texto, que estava na entrevista no estúdio.
- Ela mesma Ágatha.
- Fernanda teve a confirmação dessa intuição por ele mesmo.
- Como assim? AliGata me perguntou em uníssono novamente.
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