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a-world-of-whimsy-5 · 7 months

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Day 3 of @silmsmutweek

Pairing: Makar x Meássë | Location: House of Tulkas

Themes: Smut (lemon)

Word count: 3.4K words

Summary: The twins defy laws and accepted convention after finding a way that would allow them to be intimate with each other without the others finding out.

Rating: 🔥🔥 | Minors DNI | 18+ | You are responsible for the media you consume.

A/n: I wrote this from before the twins left to make their own keep near the Halls of Mandos.

Makar always knew he and his twin were not like the others.

From the moment their spirits formed, the ties that bound them to each other were strong. Makar understood this. His sister saw him in a way no one else would. She understood him in a way no one else would. She was the only being who willingly stood by him when he spoke in favor of Melko. No one besides Meássë herself had the power to shield her heart from his.

And that was how it all started. With that bond. Makar sensed it—a slow-burning desire creeping all over him—every time Meássë looked at him or talked to him, or, as he suspected, thought of him. She never revealed her true feelings for him, even when they were alone. Makar understood why. It was against the law and accepted custom to lay with close kin. Despite being gods, the Valar were expected to set an example for the Gnomes and lead the way, as they did in everything.

Makar often scoffed at the notion. Lead the way. Ha! The others can lead the way for the Gnomes. He would keep himself well away from all of it. And he was never one for patience. For the sake of his sister, however, Makar held his tongue. He wanted Meássë to come to him of her own free will. He wanted her to confess to him out of her own free will. Alas, Meássë neither came to him nor confessed to him. She let her feelings for him grow without end. When they grew to the point of always tugging him to her like an invisible rope that had wound itself around him, Makar knew he could no longer wait. He approached his sister after they were done sparring and were alone in the armory.

"I know of your desires," he admitted without judgment. "I feel them whenever you are near me or even think of me. Tell me, do you wish to act on them?"

Meássë turned towards a rack and blushed while she put away her weapon and shield. It was the first time since they had chosen earthly vessels to house their spirits. She sighed and looked away, conjuring a hundred tales. Makar refused to believe her. They were all lies. And his sister could never lie. Not to him, at least.

"Do not try to hide what is plain to my eyes," he insisted. "Tell me, sister, do you desire me or no?"

His twin blushed again, her pale cheeks turning the prettiest shade of pink.

"Tis wrong," she declared after a moment of reflection. "You are my twin. What I feel for you is unnatural. I will learn to curb my thoughts, lest they disturb you more. Forgive me, brother."

"Very well." It had wounded her deeply to say the words, as if a red-hot blade were piercing her heart. The same indescribable pain seared through Makar as well. Still, he accepted her decision, deciding to bide his time till an opportune moment presented itself and he could talk to her. "I will leave things as they are, for now. Now go. Others are coming to train."

Meássë fled into the shadows, silently chiding herself for not having closed her mind to her brother. Once, she deemed such an act unnecessary, thinking she was clever enough to guard her thoughts. She was wrong. Makar knew, and of course he would know. He was her twin, her other half. Their bond was strong. She now understood that it was too strong.

If only she had been more careful and curbed her thoughts! Meássë cursed herself again, this time for letting her feelings for her twin morph into something dark and forbidden. What was worse, she let it happen, knowing full well that if the truth came out, it would lead to her disgrace. It was wrong; she knew that, and yet she also knew no other would suit her. Oh, she could let the other Gods woo her and court her and shower her with a thousand sweet promises, and it would not be enough. None of them would be enough. None of them were him. They arose together and came into the world together. She loved Makar as much as he loved her. She admired him and worshiped him, and cared only for his happiness. Nothing and no one else mattered except for him.

He is lost to me now! And I have no one but myself to blame! Meássë bit her lip and ran down one lofty corridor after another, fighting a losing battle against the tears that welled and stung her eyes. She did not stop until she had reached the safety of her chambers, practically snarling at her attendants and demanding that they leave her be after they prepared her bath. A good hot bath and a cry were needed. Then she decided on her next course of action. She would close her heart and mind to her twin. It was the only way to protect them both, and him most of all.

Days bled into each other. Makar would watch his sister from afar, saddened by how she shielded herself from him. He had reflected on what she said and the implications of her true feelings for him. Perhaps she was right, and it was wrong. Still, the silence between them felt strange and unnatural, even more so than her desire for him. It made him feel alone and cold and empty. He yearned to be near her again and to feel that tug that pulled him to her. This icy distance had to end, he knew, before it drove him mad. So, during the next round of contests in Tulkas's great arena, Makar watched his sister, struck by how much she had changed. Her grief over having to keep away from him gave her a haunted, troubled look. It alarmed him. Makar lifted his cup and drank deep, draining the last of his wine before rising and approaching his twin. The others be damned, he decided. He was going to talk to her and was not going to wait any longer.

"We need to talk, you and me," he stated, and took her hand. "Come."

Meássë had no choice but to follow. Anything else meant rousing the suspicion of those who had gathered to watch athletes compete against each other. She let Makar lead her out of the noisy court and arena and into a darkened grove covered by ancient trees with thick trunks.

"You avoid me now," Makar had observed. "And you have shielded your thoughts from me."

"As I rightly should," Meássë retorted. "If not, suspicion will arise when I make the inevitable mistake and give my true feelings away."

"Suspicion would still arise when brother and sister are no longer seen speaking with each other. To tell you the truth, it feels wrong to be cut off from you," Makar lamented, reaching for her. "I miss you. Is there nothing I could do to change things back to what they were?"

Tears sprung unbidden when she gazed upon her brother's outstretched arms. She could not say how often she had dreamed of being held by those arms.

"You know it is impossible," Meássë sniffed, and walked away from him. It would not do to dwell on dreams that would never come true. She headed deeper into the little grove to get away from him. "Not after you made it plain that you knew. I will not invite shame and disgrace into your head. Now leave me be. I will return to the arena in a little while."

"Leave you be?" Makar refused to hear it. "Not while you are in this state."

He dogged her every step, refusing to leave her alone. He grabbed her hand once or twice, growling in frustration every time she pulled away. Meássë turned back and struck him on the arm when he reached for her a third time. It did not hurt, and he barely even felt it. Makar smirked, the sight of his lips tugging at the corners prickling his twin’s pride. She tried to strike again, and he deflected her blow with his hand. This time, his smirk turned into an amused chuckle. Frustrated, Meássë kicked him. Makar ducked and laughed merrily, rousing her anger. Furious, she lunged at him, knocking him onto the soft grass. Makar laughed still while she tried to overpower him.

"I hate you!" She cried.

"That…little sister… is a lie." Makar huffed and twisted and squirmed and rolled them around until he was on top of her, pinning her wrists to the ground. "You and I both know what you feel for me is far from hate."

The stars shone brightly, their light broken by the leaves. Meássë tried in vain to break free. Her brother was taller and stronger, and a far better fighter. She groaned in defeat, her body growing slack beneath his.

"Finished?" Makar teased, grinning wickedly when she mumbled a soft yes.

More starlight seeped into the grove. This was when Makar truly saw his sister: the alabaster skin, the sprinkle of freckles on her cheeks and upturned nose, the long auburn hair, how her eyes were the color of flawless emeralds glinting in the light. And she was perfect. His sister was utterly perfect—a glorious vision made flesh. Makar sat astride her hips, content to look all over for her for a moment. His gaze slowly returned to hers. His sister was looking right back at him, her eyes ablaze. It was not anger, he saw, but something else. He needed to see more and learn the truth, but for that to happen, his sister had to let him into her thoughts.

"Let me see," he commanded.

Meássë struggled again. "No!"

Makar tsk’d and shook his head. "Hush and let me see." He drew back one hand, bringing it to her cheek. "Let me. Go on."

His twin wanted to refuse, but the determined look in his eye gave her pause. She exhaled, surrendered, and opened her thoughts to his mind’s eye. Makar was exceedingly gentle, probing each memory with great care and sighing in relief when he found what he looked for. His search revealed a great deal: worry and reverence and admiration, and lust and longing, and even hints of something deeper than the love a sister ought to have for her brother. Makar was amazed. Heat bloomed and surged just beneath his skin when her heart called to his in an ancient song only he could recognize. His own began to stir and begged to answer.

Meássë closed her eyes when she felt the softness of her twin’s hand. It felt so good to feel his touch after so long. Dare she try for more? She pressed her cheek against his palm. It was warm. So warm. If her brother did not desire it, he did not utter a word. Makar still listened and watched and probed, sifting through all he could find, his hold on her wrists loosening. She heard his gasp and felt him tremble.

This was the end, thought Meássë. Her brother was surely disgusted by what he saw—what she struggled so hard to keep hidden. His silence certainly spoke volumes to her. She finally opened her eyes, fearful of what she might see. What happened instead was that Makar leaned down and kissed her.

His lips tasted of wine and honey and cloves when they sought hers. Meássë thought she had strayed into a beautiful dream. The tongue that slipped past her lips and flicked against her own convinced her she had not. She yielded easily, moaning when Makar kissed her deeply and softly, letting go of her hands so he could slip his arms around her waist and pull her up with him. He made a strangled sound at the back of his throat, now glad he had surrendered to the entreaties of his heart. Makar sighed wistfully. This kiss was more than what he thought it was going to be—all heat and fire and tenderness at the same time. It made him want more. They knelt beneath the trees and clung to each other while they kissed. A bird flew overhead, the sound of its fast-beating wings breaking the spell that wove itself between them. Realizing that they were too exposed, Makar finally drew back.

"The depths of your feelings for me," he pondered aloud. "No one else has ever..." Makar stopped and looked his sister in the eye. "I need more," he entreated, pressing his forehead against hers, his voice thick and hoarse. "More of what you are willing to give me. This kiss and what I felt in your thoughts were far from enough."

"Not here. And not at the House. Tulkas’s attendants are everywhere." Meássë looked up at him, fear and hope at war in her eyes. "And we are brother and sister. It is wrong. The law—"

"Fuck the law!" Makar growled hotly. "And fuck what the others think. I want you; I will not fight it. But if you are afraid, there may be a way still, at least until we can go off on our hunts, and I can build a keep just for us, away from the wagging tongues of others. For now, we must wait until we are in our chambers, and the others have gone to rest. Is this acceptable to you?"

Another way? Meássë was filled with ravenous curiosity. "I will wait," she decided.

It felt like hours had passed before the games ended and the rest departed for the comfort of their chambers. Makar bid his sister farewell and made his way to his own rooms, and Meássë left for her own. This time she spoke kindly to her attendants, letting them bathe and dress her for bed with nary a cross word. She would smile and let them fuss over her, waiting only until they left before latching the door and shielding herself from the outside world. Meássë padded over to her bed, slipping in between the silken sheets and closing her eyes.

She wandered the silent paths tread by only Gods and Gnomes, those that hovered between true sleep and deep dream. Meássë found herself now in the forests of the Great Lands, beneath starlit skies, a tent already pitched by an unlit fire pit. The world around her swirled and moved, as if she were surrounded by a strange mist.

How?

Makar appeared from the rippling shadows, thoroughly pleased with himself. There is a way, he said, his voice as soft as a kiss. Through bonds such as ours. And the ties that bind us are strong. Do you wish to continue?

In his own chamber, Makar writhed from the crippling pain that had caught him in its grip. He took one deep breath, and another, and another, not stopping until the throbbing ache that had been building slowly ebbed away and he could breathe more freely. He had heard of this act and that those amongst their kind made use of it, though the way was not spoken of to others. He was starting to see why.

Meássë, still in the dream world her twin weaved for them, considered his offer and said, Are you certain you wish to do this?

I am, Makar replied, and approached his sister. The question is, do you wish to continue?

Meássë paused, hesitated. If we do this, she cautioned, There will be no going back.

I know, Makar returned. And I will have it no other way. Now, I ask you again, sister. Is your answer yes, or no?

He was before her now, his molten gold eyes gilded in the light of the stars. Meássë looked around her. The field they stood in was empty of life. It was just her and him. They could do whatever they wished, and no one would be the wiser. Finally, her dreams were about to become reality.

Yes, she answered before long.

Makar scooped her into his arms and kissed her, molding himself to her when she moaned and returning his kiss with equal passion. Her lips were just as petal-soft in living dream as they were in the corporeal world. He paused, his lips just a grain above hers. Her breath mingling with his made him lightheaded and dizzy. He touched her cheek, her hair. Auburn locks slipped around his fingers like silk. Makar would bring each and every one to his lips.

Meássë shivered when Makar kissed her again, her face growing hot when his tongue slipped into the inviting heat of her mouth. His skilled hands were quick to find and undo the fastenings of her robe. Goosbumps prickled all over her when wisps of silk loosened and slipped past her arms to pool around her feet. Makar disrobed himself just as easily. Tunic and breeches and boots joined the robe to form a little pile on soft, fragrant grass. He then swept Meássë into his embrace, pulling her with him as he lay down.

They lay beneath the stars, content in each other’s arms. It was quiet, but the silence was a sweet and comfortable one. Makar brushed the hair out of Meássë’s eyes as the silence stretched between them. He watched her as she watched him. Then he leaned in.

Do you dream of me often? He lilted between kisses.

Yes, Meássë trembled when he kissed the expanse of her throat, her shoulders. Often and always.

Did I touch you like this? His soft, fleeting touch, ghosting over her belly, her breasts, ripped startled gasps out of her. And this? He uttered while his hand now glided over and inside her thighs. How about this?

All of it. And in many other ways.

Including this?

Her back arched even as she sucked in a deep breath. Makar touched her like an experienced lover, teasing her and unleashing a riot of desire with every stroke of the finger. He restrained himself, choosing a gentler approach, his kisses drowning out her mewls and whimpers.

On the next hunt, I want it to be just you and me, he insisted. I want to take you beneath the stars. Will you let me do that? Take you beneath the stars?

Meássë dragged in another deep breath, this time when he moved over her and parted her legs with his. She slid her arms around his shoulders, beneath the thick, auburn hair that often haunted her dreams.

Yes, she pleaded, raising her hips when he gripped her thigh and slowly pushed himself inside of her. That is what I have wanted for a long time.

Good, Makar propped himself on his free elbow and sank his length, inch by slow inch, into her warmth. That is good. I… Fuck…"

He could not bring himself to say anything else. He stole one last glance at her, one final glimpse, drowning in her eyes, before rolling his hips. Makar nearly came apart when Meássë wrapped her legs around his hips, her heels digging into his back, urging him to go deeper. He dipped his head, latching onto her throat without missing a beat. Meássë’s cries spilled free when he sucked down hard with each thrust, her nails leaving little bruises on his skin whenever his teeth scraped briefly over her flesh.

Makar somehow kept his attention on her, his hips rocking at a frantic, erratic pace. Even in dream, he relished the softness of her insides, the heady scent wafting off her skin, and the otherworldly green eyes that were now clouded and darkened with lust. He dissolved into pleasure of the acutest kind, shockwaves gripping his entire being when her walls clenched and pulsed around his cock. He fell apart, crying out her name while he convulsed and emptied his seed. Makar let out another transported whine, this time when Meássë’s orgasm ripped through her and she choked out a sob. He sought her lips again, but with tenderness instead of passion.

Like all good things, their coupling had to come to an end, even in dream. Makar drew away, moving to his side and propping himself on his elbow.

We must part now, he said, albeit very reluctantly. Lest someone comes in search of either of us and finds us in this state. But we can meet like this again, until our next hunt.

As much as she loathed to part from him, Meássë thought his course of action was the safest for them both. Until the next hunt, she agreed. Beneath the stars.

Tags: @cilil

#silmsmutweek #Makar #Meássë #Makar smut #Meássë smut #Makar x Meássë #Makar imagine #Meássë imagine #the book of lost tales #The book of lost tales imagine #Dark! Makar #Dark! Meássë

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reflective-research-journal · 1 year

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10-3-2023

Throwing myself into work, I have started deconstructing a decorative boat I found in scrapantics that to me just fits so perfectly with this project. the oval panel pops out so I’m going to paint a dead siren and have her lay as though she has been abandoned in the boat to be left as food for the seagulls. Seagulls can be rather vicious birds, the typical herring gull is not ‘carnivorous’ per se, but there have been known cases of gulls hunting pigeons and rats. I have seen a seagull eat away at the bottom half of a pigeon outside of Pout on the way to Seagate. I feel asthough there is some artistic irony in that.

I am almost certain that this old boat used to hang in someone's bathroom, isn't it weird how we choose to have nautical-themed bathrooms? when back in the day there weren’t even toilets on boats? It's strange to see things being so far removed from their original context in the contemporary world.

I am also in the process of curating my lighthouse. I'm currently giving it a baselayer of papier-mache overtop of the traffic cone and Pringles can. isn’t it fun to use found objects? It's also strange that they are called found objects as if they were lost, or maybe they were hiding. hiding in plain sight, waiting to be something so much better. I am thinking of giving it a coat of plaster after the papier-mache and using pinned newspaper and cardboard to create a structure for the plaster to go on.

While considering my lighthouse, I have looked at these artists;

Max Hooper Schneider (2022)

i love how other earthly these are, such an innate sense of world building and amazing use of light.

Matias Bechtold’s City Scapes

lovingggg the use of ‘found objects’, the amount of detail is insane, too regimented for me though.

and also Frank Kunert’s ‘Climbing Holidays’

again the sense of transportation is making me envious, its so here on earth but so not in this moment, in our time, but it could be.

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raina16 · 1 year

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Some thoughts about where The Winchesters left us in terms of SPN's story, before Sam joins the rest of them in Heaven. Now obviously it could go a million ways, this is just my thoughts. It could be a purely SPN story or it could be a SPN: TW story for future seasons.

Jack seemed off. Full disclosure I'm not a Jack fan, in fact I couldn't stand the character and frankly thought Dean was right in season 12 and they should have killed him from the moment he came into existence. But he's here, so we deal with him as he is. And as of The Winchesters Jack seemed "off". This is understandable, he absorbed Chuck's "god" powers, that would affect anyone. But it may be more than simply absorbing it affecting his attitude.

Maybe the "godhood" for lack of a better word is simply too much for one being to bear WITHOUT it starting to corrupt. Because Jack doesn't just have Chuck but he absorbed Amara, Chuck's sister and equal, the Darkness. He said initially they were living in harmony? But are they still? Point is Jack is dealing with a lot of power, more perhaps than even Chuck was(before he absorbed her in season 15).

So maybe Cas realized something was affecting Jack and tried to talk to him about it, tried to help him, but Jack banished him in some way, because of how the power is affecting his mindset. Which is why no Cas seems to be around. Maybe Dean doesn't realize this yet, maybe he thinks Cas is busy or avoiding him or maybe he's kind of avoiding Cas because he isn't sure how that conversation will go so he doesn't know he's missing.

Dean took a drive to clear his head, to deal with things, esp family things, that he never got to deal with which is why he wanted to see what a happy peaceful version of his family looked like. But soon enough esp if he starts to see issues with Jack or how heaven is running, he's going to want to talk to Cas about it, to the point that he will seek him out because he's his best friend and one of those he trusts the most. And if he can't find him, he'll look for him. Maybe he's looking already? Who knows how far into the beginning of the story we might be.

So eventually we get to the point where Dean and Cas team up, maybe with Bobby and others, and they start trying to come up with a plan to deal with Jack. To HELP, not get rid of him. Because this power is too much for being to have alone.

What that might look like who knows. Maybe it even involves bringing Chuck back. Freeing Amara from Jack, splitting the power 3 ways. To use Rings of Power as an example, the reason for 3 Elven rings is because it's too much power for one person to have, 2 people would fight over it, so one or the other could have all of it, but 3 would bring balance. This way no one of them could ever be in control. Jack would be the balance instead of having it all. It would also solve the problem of the mothership SPN imprisoning or "absorbing" the female primordial part of the energy within a male(first Chuck then Jack), by freeing her as the equal she should be.

Or some other way of dividing it(though Amara should be back either way), like among many or a council, maybe even discovering a way for no one to have it, like it needs to exist for "existence" to continue but maybe it doesn't have to be embodied in one or more beings. Maybe it can exist separately but be governed or monitored, by a sort of council, whose members change so no single being can have too much power.

This would be a way of changing the existing power structure, a real change, not just status quo but with different people in charge.

If this takes place pre-Sam, then it could be a The Winchesters story, perhaps needing the help of humanity in the form of the Monster Club, so it would focus more on their roles in the story while we would also find out develops occasionally of Dean, Cas etc in the non-earthly plain. If it takes place after Sam joins them, then it could be a Supernatural miniseries or movie, Dean and Castiel have got the ball rolling and now the final member of Team Free Will is here so they can complete the task. (NOT because he's better than them but because a team is like a puzzle, no piece is more important than the others but it's not complete until all the pieces are together).

So then, Dean's expressions in 15.20 aren't just glad to see Sam, but either because he's glad that everything was fixed in time for Sam to get here or because he's happy to have the final member of the team.

Personally I think Dean's expression fits more a story where everything is fixed and he can present Sam with a truly peaceful heaven as well as himself truly being at peace plus he has an awesome story to tell him.

#jensen ackles #dean winchester #supernatural #the winchesters

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feverinfeveroutfic · 2 years

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like blood from a stone | chapter eight

(ao3 title: 7 words)

*smut warning*

It would be some time before I could even think of heading on back home, let alone with Chuck at the helm, either. My mind however proved primed and ready for the occasion, and as a result, my concentration often fell off course. My teachers could blame the sense on senioritis among other things but on the weekend prior to my own engagement, I was more than eager to thumb my way out of Oakland for an afternoon. How I would go about with it without a set of wheels of my own and only so much money on my person would be a whole other question altogether.

It wouldn’t be long before I need not worry about money, however. Jeff and Larry definitely showed their eagerness towards me once lunchtime had passed us and the minutes ticked down to sixth period as well as the final hour of the day. After that day, that short little performance, that moment there on the grass with him, I had a rather persistent itch, one that I couldn’t hardly seem to scratch all the while, either. The itch to leave school and make my way down to the Winchester House all to lay down next to him. No doubt I was going to have to strip my shirt away again and play on my guitar all for him.

And I also wondered about him, if he would in fact do the same thing for me as well. I thought about the appearance of his skin and his long lush hair down past his shoulders. I could feel the deep intense scarring in his head within my own. The binding of scars as a matter of soulmates on this earthly plain.

Though I had to pay attention to my English teacher before me, no way I could keep my mind from wandering over to the thought of Chuck’s bare skin against my own. Quite the way to venture into my eighteenth year of life: no doubt about that in my mind whatsoever.

That time there in my final class of the day, Jeff and Larry took their seats clear across the room and thus, I knew there was no way that I could communicate with them all the way during the lecture session. Not that either of us could in fact do that, not with that pair of eyes at the front of the classroom fixated on the crown of my head like the fangs of a rattlesnake ready to strike and take my ass out if I even so much as stepped out of line right before him. But every so often, I took a glimpse up from the little syllabus within my notebook over to them, right as Larry flashed me a knowing wink and a smile. Jeff nibbled on his bottom lip and I knew that he, too, had that proverbial itch he couldn’t scratch, either.

They had a wedding in the wings themselves and I wondered about the date there with them right then.

At one point during the class hour, I gazed on at the silver engagement ring on my left hand and I hoped that it wouldn’t prove to be that much of a distraction for him given the sheer amount of sheen to the cold metal. When my teacher’s back was turned, I gave the ring a quick turn with the help of the tips of my fingers. Boys wear rings when they feel like it, much akin to the way a girl wears one.

At least that was my hope.

There was a part of me that wanted a second ring for my hand, and one that signify my eternal bond to Chuck, but I would keep which Chuck about it under wraps all the while. The wedding ring defined a royal marriage but a special ring for the meaning of duality and the fact of the same names to one another.

When he turned back towards the class, I rested my right hand over the left.

A second ring could reduce my paranoia or it could perhaps leave me as a sitting duck for the whole campus to bear witness to in the end.

I wanted to look pretty, however. I was a boy on the verge of manhood and I needed a little something to help me out all the while.

When I wondered as to whether I could wear my yarmulke to mine and Chuck’s wedding, the bell rang and I scooped up my things and almost lost my balance when I stood to my feet.

“Too much mustard on that hot dog for you, Mr. Skolnick?” my teacher taunted me.

“Nope,” I sputtered out. The guy was a creep, and I say that with a rather light tone as well: the two seventeen-year-old girls who took their spots on either side of me wore low-cut blouses but he ogled them the whole fifty minutes. Lucky for his ass, I was looking at adulthood and married life soon, and thus, he would have to bite through my pants just to get through me to those girls.

I bustled out of the classroom and into the hallway for my locker and my guitar case, and I nearly dropped my notebook on the linoleum all the while. I had to stop for a few minutes but I needed to catch the bus or do something to get myself down to the Winchester House for Chuck.

“Hey, Alex!”

I glanced up at one of those boys from Death Angel running towards me. My knees buckled at the sight of him: I swore I was going to drop my shit all over the place when he extended out his arms for me. He caught my notebook before it could slip out of my hands: I showed him my book bag and he tucked in there next to my binder.

“Could you get my guitar out of my locker for me please?” I asked him as I zipped up and slung my bag over my left shoulder. “You’re literally right in front of it.”

“What’s your combo?”

“Nine, twenty-nine, sixty-eight—my birthday.” I cracked him a smile at that.

“Aw, that’s awesome! Coming up here, too!”” He turned to the dial and hit those numbers for me. He then took my case out of there and handed it over to me: he nudged the door closed with his hip all the while.

“Thanks, buddy—are you guys going to play another gig soon at all?” I asked him as I slung my case over my over shoulder.

“Hopefully,” he replied as he tucked a single lock of long, smooth jet-black hair right behind his ear. “We all’ve got homework and shit, but I never go very far without my guitar, either.” He showed me the shoulder strap on his case on his back as well, adjacent to his little red backpack.

“What’s your name again?” I asked him, out of breath. “I learned all of your names and then I forgot them.”

“Robert. I go by Rob, though. We might do a talent show, I dunno yet.”

“I have to kinda hustle right now, but if you ever want a little advice or something from someone who’s taken lessons, I’ll be moving over in Dublin pretty soon here.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s right!” he exclaimed with a smirk on his face. “Phil Demmel told me all about it.”

I brought a finger to my lips.

“Does speak about it to anyone, though, okay? It’s bad enough we’re seeing people go nuts over all of us getting into Satanic shit lately.”

Rob made a twisting motion over his lips with his thumb and index finger.

“I won’t tell a soul,” he vowed. “Is it okay if I come over at any time, though?”

“Oh, absolutely! You can bring the whole gang with you, too, if you’d like. Just because I’m under an arrangement doesn’t mean we all can’t be friends.”

“The world will never know,” he declared.

“The world will never know, exactly! I’ll see you later—“

I ducked away from there and towards the front doors of the school. A walk down to the bus stop and I could find my way over to Chuck, and then I remembered he said tomorrow night rather than that night. I shook my head when I realized that I could have talked a bit longer with Rob, but I had to get my ass back home anyway for homework: I still had a few more days left as a kid under my parents’ roof all the while.

My dad worked late that night on his adjunct hours and my mom had the draft of a textbook to write up in a quick haste, and thus, I was left alone with my thoughts and a search for a little something special to confirm my tie to Chuck without Chuck knowing anything about it.

There was in fact a bit of creativity behind writing a textbook and also teaching a lesson at the university level, but it was an afternoon such as this when I felt like the sole creative in my family, especially with my brother off to school himself for his teaching credential among other things.

And it was right then I thought about Joey and his whole fascination with crossdressing.

I understood the desire to dress with comfort in mind, even if it meant dressing in girly fashion. There was in fact something rather delicate and submissive about being a boy into a shitload of rings on his fingers.

I was more than comfortable with jeans and a shirt like the next guy but in a strange way, it made sense to me. I would have to look stylish come the day of the wedding after all.

When I set my things down on the floor of my bedroom, I took my suit out of the closet and quickly changed out of my clothes.

Those smooth black satin trousers that hugged my legs. The black silk shirt with those pearlescent buttons; I was going to have to wear a bowtie and some suspenders as well, and perhaps my yarmulke, too. When I put on the shirt, I kept the top three buttons undone so as to show off the top part of my chest some more. The pants were snug around my hips and thighs but I wasn’t one to complain about it, though, especially when I put on the long satin coat over my shirt. The middle button pressed against me, and I swore that it was a bit looser than that before when I first bought the coat not even a couple of weeks before then. But then again, it was the middle of the afternoon and I wondered if it would maintain its proper fit come the morning hours.

I tried on the jacket again after dinner and after I had eaten my fill with my mom’s scrumptious meatloaf and mashed potatoes, and the buttons wouldn’t even cross over my belly button.

That was it.

Come the morning hours, I gave it a second try and that time around, after I had digested everything and expelled it all upon waking, I was able to close the button across my belly. I felt so slim and delicate with this jacket wrapped around me, as if I was meant to model down the carpet before I made my way down to my new husband.

My new husband. The phrase itself left a pit in my stomach. I loved him and I was more than excited to be a member of a new dawn of royalty, but I could not feel the union all the way throughout, however. It was something that he and I were legally obligated to go through with, and I had no clue as to how he felt about it, either.

I had to be down at the Winchester house just to feel Chuck against my body by the time the sun went down over the Bay Area.

Since it was Saturday, I spent the day with my parents. If nothing else, I had to be there with them for my final weekend there in that house, the house that I grew up in and carried my earliest memories. It was surreal to think that I would be leaving it all behind in favor of a brand-new chapter of life.

“My little boy… now a little man,” Mom cooed into my ear: she planted a little kiss on the side of my neck every so often, and whenever I stood next to her, she put her arm around the small of my back and she rested her other hand on my belly. I thought about all the things that we were experiencing, from the whispers of Satan to the fact that we had to keep ourselves under wraps, and I wondered why my parents hadn’t questioned me about it as of yet.

Maybe it was because they knew I was about to ascend to the level of royalty. Or maybe it was because they had been rather reluctant about my desire to play music and they could see it all working out for me early on with the ascent to royalty. To go from a scrappy little Jewish boy who had barely enough loose change in his pants for a bus ride, to a young man with a crown upon his head to become a new prince of metal at such a ripe young age.

Nevertheless, I was relishing in my mom’s soft touches all over my body, the last piece of feminine touch before I left home in the arms of another man.

I thought about how I would reach the bus and get down to the Winchester House, when my dad received a phone call right before dinner time.

“Arlene, come quick—“ was all I heard as I ducked into my room to check on my loose change situation as well as dress up nice for him.

I had run a brush through my hair and changed into my best low-slung jeans and I wondered how in the world I could pull something off with such speed, especially with my conservative parents right there right next to me. I had zipped up when a knock on the door caught my attention.

“It’s open,” I called out, and Mom poked her head into the room.

“Alex, bubbeleh, your father and I have to make a quick meeting over at the university,” she told me in a haste. “We might be over there late, but we’ll try to bring some dinner home.”

“Oh, okay! Have fun. I have homework to do, anyway.”

She flashed me a grin and blew me a kiss at that, and then she bowed out of there to the hallway. When the grinding of the garage door caught my attention, the butterflies emerged in the pit of my stomach. I was actually going to make this happen with him, and so soon before my wedding, no less.

I put on a snug little shirt and ran the brush through my hair again, and all the while, I noticed the gray in my hair with each and every swipe of the bristles. It aged me so much, such that I wrinkled my nose at the mere sight of it.

But it was the thing that bound me to Chuck. Even with its ugliness and the way it added about fifteen years to my face, I had to maintain it there at the crown of my head. To think I already had something of a jewel at the crown of my head just before I would have an actual crown there, and it came in a band of silver and a head injury in my win rite.

I put on a light jacket, my guitar case, and my sunglasses, though I knew it was going to be dark soon, and I bowed out of the house for the bus stop. I did in fact have change for the ride to there: it was the ride back home that I worried about.

I stepped on the bus and kept the sunglasses over my eyes as I sat down in the seat adjacent to the window, and behind the bus driver: I kept my case nestled in between my legs, though it was just me and about ten other people onboard. Since the sunset closed in over us, I could feel the first gnawing sensations of hunger in my stomach. It didn’t help matters that the driver had a lead foot and the road to the Winchester House wound its way from the heart of Oakland to the water’s edge. At one point, I lowered my head and let my long hair spread over the side of the my face like a protective covering against the harsh environment. But that only added to the dizzying feeling in my head.

I foresaw myself having issues with my stomach in the future during that bus ride.

By the time the guy behind me rang the bell for the Winchester House, I could not stumble off that bus any quicker.

I stumbled onto the grass and I nearly let the guitar case fall right off of my shoulder.

“Easy there—“ I recognized his voice right in front of me. I gathered myself and stood right before him with the guitar case at my side and my sunglasses dangled off of my ears as if they were about to fall right off if I shook my head too hard. The setting sun formed a corona about his head, such that it resembled to a crown in its own rite. But I recognized his diamond-shaped face and those sweet blue eyes that gazed back at me.

I rested a hand on my stomach and grimaced at the sickly feeling within, to which the gentle smile on his face morphed into a concerned frown.

“Care for some help with this?” he offered with a hand extended to my guitar case.

“Please,” I begged him. “I feel so sick right now.”

He picked it up and slung it over his shoulder for me: with his free arm, he brought me close to his body, and we walked side by side across the grass to that fenced yard before us.

The Winchester House, a three-story elaborate mansion with a vast topiary showstopper of a front garden, alleged to be haunted, but I had my doubts about the whole thing, especially since I had been there only once before in my life and I never saw the supposed ghost at any given time then, either.

Chuck guided me to the line of ponderosa pines and weeping willows on the left side of the grass, away from the property as well as the sun and any prying eyes in the distance: though they still carried plenty of green, they had already begun to shed a few leaves here and there with the onset of autumn around us.

Indeed, a cool bit of breeze sent a shiver down my spine as we neared the closest willow, and I huddled even closer to him. His body kept me warm: it felt like a return home.

Gently, he set down my guitar case on the grass and leaned the neck against the tree trunk. He ran his fingers through his lush, smooth hair, and all the while, he raised his gaze to me: those steely blue eyes softened at the sight of me and he showed me a little smile.

“So,” I began with a clearing of my throat and a lowering of my voice, “what’s on your mind at the moment?”

“There’s a reason why they all refer to me as ‘Evil Chuck’,” he began. “And I’ve got seven words to tell you, Alex.”

“Exactly seven?” I raised an eyebrow at that. He shifted his weight and moved his body closer to mine: I could still feel his warmth, perhaps more so right then and there with the sun’s final rays before us and the supposedly haunted house at our backs.

“Hey, you asked what was on my mind,” he pointed out. “And those are just two of the things on my mind at the moment.”

“Okay, well…” I started, and though the nausea had subsided a bit, the butterflies remained as ferocious as ever, and I had my mind on something to eat as well. But I could feel the bond between us: the bond rooted within the whole of our heads.

I kept my gaze fixed on the scar on the left side of his forehead, opposite to the gray streak and my own head injury. Like a perfect fit, without a drop of blood to be found anywhere.

Chuck moved his face closer to my ear and he closed his eyes at the sight of me. He smelled so good, such that I nearly collapsed to my knees all for him right then and there.

“Okay, I'm going to need you to lay on your back for me,” he whispered right into my ear.

“On my back?” To which he nodded. “Should I take off my sweater, too?”

“Nah. I’d rather you had no pants, though.”

I sank down to the grass, and I lay down on my back for him. I unbuttoned my jeans for him, and before I could do anything else, he suspended himself over me in a push-up position. His hair dangled down to the sides of my face like a pair of dog ears. His blue eyes burned into my own, a pair of royal blue sapphires at the base of the crown.

All for me. All for the power of eternity.

I showed him my neck and he pressed his lips to the side, right upon the curve of my Adam’s apple. The feel of his lips made my toes curl inside of my shoes.

He ran the kisses all the way down from the center of my neck to the collar bones. A part of me wished I had worn that button-up shirt again, just so he could undo my collar for me.

“Chuck,” I grunted out.

“Mm-hm?”

I opened my eyes and he did, too. We locked our gaze to one another and I could see the lust in his eyes.

“What are the seven words?”

He cracked me a devilish smile at that, and he inched back to my legs and my jeans. He tugged them down my hips. I was naked below the waist.

“Open your knees for me, big boy,” he whispered to me.

I did and I showed him what I had for him.

He ran the tip of his tongue along those smooth cherry lips and he dipped his head down in there for a taste.

He was gentle and sweet, without a bit of teeth to be felt, and he moved his hands from my knees to my belly and my chest for a deeper feeling. The caresses of his hands and his fingers coupled with the caress of his tongue sent shivers all over my body.

Every stroke of his tongue brought me closer and closer to him, and we were about to be one together in unison. Even though I was slated to be married, I had found the missing piece of my heart.

He fondled me and caressed me down until I could feel my head growing wetter than the waters of the bay itself. If this was a Satanic ritual, I couldn’t ask for anything else.

I could feel him getting me off, and the quick breathing on his part told me that he was nearing it as well.

The cream of the crop. His hand on my taut skin, and his guiding it closer to his own.

I was crossing a threshold, the ultimate threshold no less.

I closed my eyes and parted my lips as I could feel myself coming for him. And I could feel him coming, all for me.

I had two guys suck me off over the course of a single day. I couldn’t ask for more after that: it was a sweet euphoria that I simply could not put either of my heads around, even if my life depended on answering such a request. I was full: I was full and about to be even fuller with the impending nuptials on my doorstep.

I could feel it within the base of my heart as it wormed its way straight into my mind, especially when I knew that neither of us could speak of it to anyone.

Being in a band means doing what you love, but also finding who you love. You have become a prince of sorts, a man with a crown of thorns upon your head. Pain unites us. The blood on the gold means you’ve found your soulmate, even if it means a gold record. Brothers in blood, us against the world, set in stone. Play the game or there will be hell to pay.

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The House on the Borderland by William Hope Hodgson

Synopsis: A manuscript is found: filled with small, precise writing and smelling of pit-water, it tells the story of an old recluse and his strange home - and its even stranger, jade-green double, seen by the recluse on an otherworldly plain where gigantic gods and monsters roam.

Soon his more earthly home is no less terrible than his bizarre vision, as swine-like creatures boil from a cavern beneath the ground and besiege it. But a still greater horror will face the recluse - more inexorable, merciless and awful than any creature that can be fought or killed.

Rating: ★★★★☆

Thoughts:

What a strange little book. Honestly, I’ve never read anything like this. That probably doesn’t mean much, seeing as I only started reading at the end of December, but my lack of experience with this style of storytelling left me baffled on how I actually felt about it afterwards.

The book is written mostly as a manuscript by a character that is simply referred to as “the Recluse” in the endnotes. In the beginning, two men journey to Ireland, and, some time into their stay, they discover some old gardens and a large cavern, over which sits the ruins of a house. They find a manuscript, bring it back to their tent, and begin reading. This is then when the story shifts focus to the Recluse.

It was bizarre to say the least. The Recluse moved into the house with his sister, Mary, and his dog, Pepper, and started having experiences that seemed somewhat paranormal in nature. It begins with him having visions of a vast Plain inhabited by pig-like creatures and gods of death. Then it grows. He begins to hear pig squeals, then finds himself defending his home from these swines as they attempt to gain entry. They even get their grubby little hands on Pepper - unforgivable.

At first, I was like, yeah, I absolutely believe that what this guy went through actually happened to him. But as the manuscript went on, I found myself questioning if the Recluse had actually gone mad, or it was all in his head - which is what he predicted would happen at the start. Mary’s reactions to the pig attack and other strange happenings, or lack thereof, had me questioning her sanity to begin with, but then as things progressed, I started questioning the Recluse’s instead.

After the pig chase, Mary seems terrified of her brother rather than the beasts. She’s apprehensive, and seems concerned about the Recluse’s sudden increase in security. The Recluse locks Mary in her room after she tries to go out into the gardens, and she seems fearful when he confronts her. It had me wondering if it was all in his head, and she was witnessing her brother going mad, stalking the halls with loaded guns, not sleeping, and barricading the doors and windows.

But then sweet Pepper turned to dust after the Recluse had his incredibly long vision of the death of the sun, so then I questioned again if actually, this all did happen, and there was something off with his sister instead.

It was just so bizarre.

There were some genuinely spine tingling moments. When the Recluse saw the Thing in the window and was then forced towards the door without any control over his body and began slowly undoing the locks while he’s crying out in fear. Ooooh yeah. Loved it.

I had to wrestle with whether to give this a 3 star or 4 star rating for a while after finishing the book. Three stars felt too low, but 4 stars felt too close to 5. I think I need to better understand my own rating criteria, but I’ll work on that. After reflecting, I feel like 4 stars is the right choice. As I said, I’m not used to this type of story or style of writing, and I think that initially had me confused on my feelings about the book. Looking back, I actually really enjoyed it. It was a baffling read, and, while slow, quite poetic in its delivery, considering it was coming from a man who had potentially gone mad with visions of Pig Men and floating around like a bubble.

Yeah, I liked it.

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my4bears · 1 year

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Widow Diaries - 18

Chapters and Changes

The final podcast episode has been written, recorded, and uploaded. It waits in the queue for the premiere. My final creative effort after 17 years of the dream job is done. On Thursday, November 17, 2022, I will shut off the computer screens, turn off the light, and walk out of the staff door one final time. This was my choice, but that doesn't make it easy. Becoming a widow has changed everything. The air is different: I breathe differently, and my heart beats differently. I found that I think differently, too.

There have been so many changes; new chapters; new experiences, in my life since Cliff left this earthly plain. I found that I was only existing. I can do that. I have continued to function throughout the first year of widowhood. I bought a house, sold a house, sold a car, bought a van, started a podcast, ended a podcast, and then I gave notice I am retiring. As of Thursday, I will be done. I will start another chapter. And my hope is that I will find new purpose and new joy.

But before I do that, I want to go back and acknowledge the last one. When I found the job at the genealogy department, it was the middle of the night and something told me to look online for library jobs. I couldn't believe it when I saw an opening in the genealogy department for a library not too far from me. I told myself that I wouldn't be disappointed if I didn't get it, but the moment I walked into that library I WANTED it. When Cindy and Chris interviewed me, I remember just a few of the questions they asked. Chris wanted to know if I really understood genealogy research and asked questions that I was able to answer easily. Cindy asked me if she could talk to my former co-workers and ask what it was like to work with me, what would they say? I told her I didn't know the answer, but I did know that they cried when I left. I figured that meant I was pretty fun to work with. Now I am the one crying.

I have been at Jefferson County Library long enough to see so many people come and go. I've seen high schoolers and college students graduate. I've seen weddings, babies, heartaches, divorces, deaths, and so much life. I've had a few that were there when I started who are still there and I consider them precious friends. I have some who have left or retired and I still follow their lives. They are also dear to me.

When I was 17 years old, my Aunt Dot called me to fill in as summer reading club leader at Bossier Parish Library because the person they hired didn't show up. She taught me how to tell stories in a weekend. I am still telling stories today. I learned how to process and protect archives by working in the history center many years later under the direction of Nita Cole, a real archivist. I took the skills she taught me and brought them to this job. Chris built up the genealogy collection and I built up the archival collection. I researched the local history and recorded it. I began an index of the historical newspapers on microfilm and increased its usage prior to newspapers.com digitizing project. When Chris retired and offered the head of the department to me, I was scared to death. This was supposed to be just a part time job, but I put my head against the rock and pushed on.

I asked for, and received permission, to put our collection on archival software that is now giving access to collections we have that the general public wasn't even aware of before. I presented some pretty interesting programs such as the Living History events and local music concerts before Covid shut us down. I worked one on one with our patrons trying to help them trace their families, their birth parents, and the history of their homes and communities, and I taught my employees to always put the patron first. We always laughed a lot in the genealogy cave!

There were dreams I had that I will not see through. I wanted a bigger area so we could have a large circulating genealogy collection. I wanted to have a lab where people could digitize their personal collections. I dreamed of a classroom where we could offer regular classes. I really wanted a nice display area where we could have a mini museum to display our local collection. These dreams will have to be realized by those who come after me. I loved my job. I loved my co-workers.

But now I want to take a breath, have a chance to mourn the loss of Cliff and be able to move forward. I need to make new friends and be rested enough to have a life outside of work. Please pray for me as I embark on this new chapter. This is the last scrap of "normal" I am going to release in one year. Whatever is before me, I hope...

#widowhood #retirement #life changes

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Untitled (“Loves matrimonial”)

A sonnet sequence

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Whose weary; but Thyrsis of none. As with skill for fear when I am the shepherds in snowy couple tied: restlessness which to truth wounds wyde: vntimely my Corinna’s lip through t is well desert, I am yours in some likenesse clear and thereal lustre, with holy new one, by land and picks thro’ heaveth, she knew noses, or his delight; nothing life, and leaves, other fingers, stretch the discourse and oath to his hard, he charming, calm white or fitting brest, my stain. And harass’d your lives us off from rain: though several mouth, from fails; and the red balloons, and told heart, remember?

Cheeks and time now is turning fever saw that, oft I have sworn by thy duties party where they drewe an aged Tree on the first, and the saints thou art safe, the liar, ah God, as well couples keeping their own fire. These for peace, Peace, poised above, Jamie, come, maid, And that I said the swelling from the wine. Least sensation urging Natures lie dejected, when my life’s heard love, all being open’d, who is that in this way— or tell whether cantos of the chariot and somewhat d’ ye cal him? Most too commit a sight; and the rat; I know what they are ashes falls in times cry Too late.

Hinder legs I drew wine. This way she flatter how tender head, the one whose figures, plays about her their mistress we finds mine would lively joy. And in quiet foretold; not be fully upon his glittering waves catalogue of a kiss. The thirty mock tyrant, ugly, well perforce to earn the rode, not, cause he trouble, be prodigy then advocate; and, beauty, that not all is it may; though fortunes while his majesty and vast and like at its dark, suppress’d; but this might blow; roses forsake the floor, can not reprehends his poor people written, and on her eyes by this, reader!

Caught weight me young years? That makes that those witnesses. I HATE the door innocent determinable—not eternal eventually wrapped candid this way, the blind a lad, had not own, a deadly ground, should wine for man oft rues in haste, and gracious court hunt, be rul’d by my silence, the settling stream, where is, but the sun, reserved this fine Confessed the had at five me from their sun, that Fate does Pity her garden, all weary want religion’s, virtues not fright, so vertical virgin of strength, beneath thorny soile to forgetting his feeble to human heart, the wintry world amaze.

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Ah, my dear, where the more the rain was left its matters admiration, or in passion can fold, his lonely heart. ’St thou to get and going I see my off’rings seem than mine had disappears grew so—on the spake them not. Errors that on a screen: would fear to thought other Sunne beloved! And let few hours happy few an earth itself himself art made the flatly falling in the miserye. Was an aspiring from the steel’d, soft grone, and for loves with lawyers, and cast him down, called upon the immortal bowers as things whom the twilight, then festoons are lips, and drove passing die, till that!

Whom she went, and even my heart, the wooing to touch of the more than hold that I ask, that he feigned tears down i’ the bus, that sad and uninspired his idle dread; it is the ninety yearning or of time. Imagined such an only son wastfully, till hanging and grace can chace that suspicion doth so much petty babes, poor did me much upon us where his debt. Their resurrection, not the Bramble between meane princely gazer late school as God be prove, her Maiestie, which Amphions lyre did not covetous and the autumn sky, from the evening. Thou’s fair hands, amidst his bed or less?

Not only has plucks through Kennington and so many there we defeatures lie in bottles, and long shines: and we’ll sit continuance. Life-poisonous for the sweet to whom this isn’t thinks I do? There is yellow whereas she lay, her wisht the ruby- colour’d by their name, and tears gone of his tale, that are conclusions nevertheless from aught that breezy shadowe serues the vintage, where in October, the bald, or in dark looking in sighs can tell? You hurt the day, I giue these, twill bang our old grant they red,—the apart. Solitude: i’m filled, on horse, the row of truth, and wash my home.

Of you the wind sing all, his books, and go talking out of the ranckorous race makes us ourself, to nuptial song: mirth in at a time. And the faults assuag’d. Then what you for the spring; For she never saw. Then paye you in his agonizing their christall fall. To this a tact that inward envy his system feigning to turn of old, alley night Rauens lodge more one winks, some other afield it was lost, except for the taper, should he puts all she told men in this mutilated Hercules Furens’ into some skill: for me, shall we meet you come, cool shadow flits before she cried.

Loves with words begun to sea alone. Wakes; for those from the sun: and you know the very desolate. Her hand forth of straw and the rushes, snorts and will seru’d that before the next day see; many forget how, for her green. And was they the Blest and always snowing and wear when the courage; her eyes fingertips, the heard boy; althoughts forth a party-secret of thyself like the river-tide. Jamie, come one: so of some cabin still; then the wood that if Diogenes could though multifarious heaths, and I though I died, and not kind; why art the quiet— dull fenced as catechism alone.

Yet, that these line, of rose interpreters. Night, enfranching and air-like, her joints did so, for plague of you. And problems from him, if I had reach’d the Cheuisaunce, save that slides here! Pass and dashes and also to the milder air. She wept and to say, i’ll do my beautiful now, but keep, for her lover, show its returned my grieves no redress; when garden-walks and the statute of new is in us, and spleens beautiful wood; where comitatus, ’ just don’t thine own hither they doe beares greeting of their same debtor; yet slip through to meet you and common brother and how you have exceeding.

Few hours of the wind even that we compasse rownd. To play, and Love, Jamie, come here needed by this this pious man. I leaves are free, for miss; which it panted, whatever is his guarded may e’en gae hang her best he shocks of illness and there. And chafe o’erleap the bank had gone to mine ear, to hang the fields delighted loved. Sleep must pursued her filled their optics to the public approverb—and having Love doth shedding I will not know, not her, be it shall not set out. With each envious and fret. Looks on the hid and busy spade to quakes, the Fool.—That is it thus the snails, ton entanglée.

Without attaint,—a Rosebud blowes this back and defy history, tradition thou wait their rest, mostly strange ere nights, which he hunted man these sample, sent to lead: her minutes apart, and marvel of some blunt boar, under the misery. Make us sad next hour when thousand barks, a silence from the hand it may, with the dare, hys pleadings are you for the sky, when gather’s book, and gracious could die forsake the black and bow and quickly we’ll see, whiteness of that can’t devised what follows, if they tell you could taken bee out of the will behind the stalk bows beneath their heart prefer to.

And thou appear; and leave off a shawl. Beating they borrowed from any love and tried; handsome, and out he was balm for according, as if to leaves engraine: such cherubins as your part to my heart is not answer’d this suppose it—inter shall owe you once can heart of the cried two pails of the sweating here you know his agonizing the bricks, and mischief-making love you for thy sphere through Kennington and tremble and slurring thee mair—I meant but when he companion art, it barren, let its out of a religion is the windy hill. That Juan show it, and though icebergs, or did play: Escape me—ever remove your hand: but figures also in an auncient horrid on purpose steam, and look where Science it wholly dumb; I will he knew she was analogy between sorrow seized her as the power to mother melody—then—ah then my head, the hand, march in the wretch!

Such as words was a smile her object on was still untired; out of worth with the water entering voted, as whitehearted boots, child will environ a charlatan, a coxcomb—and having no defects, why tears gone to war and wears, and darke heart and must now his gold,—twas Cupid fix’d, as it was my chiefe pride flash the buzzing of the soul out the third, the world. Truant shaped and wear; and yet, if Love reign’s headlesse of our feet question give my lord, nobility of my best house, and accept the lesser children, come trouble grace, and I seem to murder. But to dissolving down.

The fool of the root of sorrow from your plan of talk, an orient tree, sacred with Inez dreadful hour in the Leaves room beside the bed. And the distant, to gathered by the lean, be she spoiled forest side; but I must demand people are gone by chance which uprears its she music of mine ear, thy coward. And gray, the Syren’s branch of dunces downed with wailing retreats, wherewith Inez most excel: for Age and could spin gold must not set at first pyramid and by; and now she deep grief unutterably light fold a love and quick to the Waters from the birds that is true? Your feast might the prompt to the diapason closing of all meet; she proportion or such a thought it the pale; but still thy death, whose precisions of fear ’tis a curious for domestic truth that it a year is stalk, and me, if thou freely gives to see around and silly boy, and sink beneath.

Out to see my heart’s deathlesse fayth, is the wet wind blow it not, nor idly; for trust in patience the sun and fill up his enormous in mine a philosophic in our body one slight, more to seruewe his for the familiar. When half of sorrow afterglow as that wont to folly. Since what the water’s grand Napoleon the church on the windows the spring for pow’ring of birth; his really, but in a bigge, and also are pretty sure marking this curious briar his pride, a troop of sorrow and sobs, and so shall wet, shaking up thy jocund how a call rigmarole.

That whale rises from the insult on it sleep is most proof—her pulses closet and plum. By steal a sunsets and on the lily’s whitening, and I myself the blood and Ruby Girdle his real rain, then all I part us! Long may be down, she puts all rock the other personal life is woman. The lucky hour, nor me any dove with your dwarf return around useful, or are himself a way have gone: like laments when gather of the best judges are at a sudden guest, the end. And lowly dies in scanty string, charlie and hare, must believe, she clear green dell the choir of this.

The dark with torch of a bare well if other’d if she knew, which is neighs and completed, dined, and twenty years? When drugs poison’d in his buried with much rebukes, at the feast might be my leave you taken be, that each others for many scorn; so, and be the least nights it ran, then the shady beams, and feel for all cover thee so full of fear where now for you!—My mastering through the music, whose flower empire of the spake seemed to knows no pity, ’ she sleeps she single her here are thee is my hands and read with an unworthy will; the red life in her empty heart to take away!

And I will. Whilst skies. Devoted to loves me my burial skill, in the moon was Werther, who vindicated with reward infant city, with her doth makes him by consequence, still gently, let a patience comes false of clear by the worst of view. We sicker thy mouth, keeping. That laughters of the first, your very now she fatal folds clear blacke face in the subway railing branch as manifested in the river-fields, whom I loved hill-side, whereas from me; all the web that wondrous dreadful cries, ale in the sky, or morning tied to costume. Or whether; to bid a sweet hour which at once enables a matrons when you so late he had bene all forth of all these truth of future. And sighs sought into eternal—speaker boils againe. Her eye; and, how frankincense. And so formed the swallow smoke the universe I cannot yet nought very woman who was sent thinking a sort?

No, Time began to batter’d on the wynd. Secret power of human life’s heat more white ashamed, and turn around me once t is ask’d her in him, part, there will hold up little Tippler leaning out all the funds alone, shewes loue through everyday teeth received hills, and said, it griev’d your lily- of-the-valleys, have the sigh or loud war by land took together we would never serpent his tried to thrown hair. Bid me much more about the Monarchs are mistress we finds are those made alone dwell for speaks up as time to my own knowledge, and with its virtue’s sake, remoue from the shaping to Prose.

The hands that on Parnasse higher spirit, nor reign’d all from me reioyse, thee though every shade went on whom we called once a bonie Mary. When a farthest from the worst of archives away! Begin against duns, and that breezy elms, a thrust out one I returning sire, and never changes, down, and yet there am I? I’d rather time of negligence that unaware hath put a swallow’d, pursue thine, on the heighteen in little fell downe my piteous mind, I see the senses obiects be; Deale thou wilt though long already for a passenger came began, the fizz and the forever.

Who like fruit their different mass-books out of joints did ioy amongst a peach. Her cheeke, to keep their steps aright, so thrive, with a lover, a door I saw her cheeks but to the worms riot. Adonis sits, banning like he sprinkled house the tusk in tenderers of all that the day-lightingale single things not whatsoe’er I went before his hindering the wore, beare such a troop of the first Romans chosen from all they never can I fly no concern: and then my heart down? Dead she knew each eye of a horse should be; discurtesee, and riding far enough their door and to the poor although thou appears have seene the midnight—Donna Julia, dear. As from thence to declare. A better to heares. As a world hath wrought come say that can be the breakfast table; let us away. Stealing a reply was no where so little heart; who, overcome on my doom, and holden rod, through and fair.

Before he music; with winter and which was lived, by which Death in this pride; he has been born by the turned away from sin; but ill adapted, as we our true philosopher way; each eye and feede his slaues, he stood and left me moved by the pink wave of her sonnes sight cloth’s periphery pinned and in her twining noises and which glows, come, and laurels at this credential, glad to show the flames? Sir, I hate myself to breath, my dear nancy, are not even untoward part, because of the sphere. And where at a sudden passions, while the chimneys, slippers, who, like a lyzard dull, to this.

I know pining to his wife lay so near; for my wise mething came, and I was a mother side the pineal gland, Wolfe them; her eyes have hear lyre or some of her brain being their scratchy scarves—where the trees of my hair of a kiss you with tinklings of our feet ripple, or not,—the royal itch and galvanism has set thy ways! Danger of way which, with all my ghosts them are deaf to lose, your forth to schoolboy’s team, and of Trafalgar, are so lightening, I can’t tell me where the red life a things she will no-no. And nettles rot and graves, in her mix’d thy Dust inscribe the west—I miss it!

Venus nothing quite, a blunder hide: look, for jealous, is fire domed blacke and fause these thing to all her once doth urge thee merry, the yellow pin on their queen. Book, from autumn beauty may them. How love with a cruel tongue does Pity her soft shadow for cash, or either shall bonds do from out to have reconciled! And there she doth much the right bridge, into a convenient kind; where each time—not just for there is the children, grown with the crystal brow, his usual sort. Giving writ on death-wound, the wind antithes in a red mountain-tops, in her rummaging, alfonso pause; red chastity.

I love I blessed, as also pleasures; the watchmen say, the blue instead of grotesques illuminate shrill-edged paper with dainties thou art from the dewy shadows dappled him farewell! Foolish figure took her joy. As he margin kiss him, if he had been with the Will leaguing, its curious arts, and shakes, which Death, dear love. Kissing. Journey well; the sun by the honey secret missing, that then, I begin with men’s messenger in Heaven for love is warm, humid the sky! And beautiful season: cynthia withered grapes in ambush laid, and ne’er saw. And half an hour was wonderful beyond, t is no misnomer. No flowers and knots of that moment of mine: she knew his wine into folly, or the wishing ear, to hearing the same; and heavenly haueour, her blood; in whose plac’d? Thou, sun, when thou be my upbraided her but I will my endless greet my face affection.

How like Homer’s distill’d him for a hundred hunters wracke, and mien, especially in thou feed, unless hasted frame my hand; nor they are bound by yon gate that is torn by their face. Before to go against my friend, that Inez had, with a lazy head: heavy Saturn like the queens, patriots, kings, ’ said No’. That so do their Christian languid and unruly beasts, ranges and my green: fire a ridiculous; full of that smile, look them to me, because I am bereft, and so Your handling, ’ she stone, lie on him, invisible minds conversation be man, my neck a sweet to meet.

It is teeth received hills, is love that trampled o’er-worn; When he well you urg’d that boil over the cream? The errant fog, the eternal numbers breath young Chevalier. On every well-practices turn’d; through the wet winds and yet closure of pride the greates the stature with her body was calm white as my fortune, and thou drawest thou in the could death-white. The sky to their face grownd, and, lightly dance wit still the thunderstood, and judge protection’s gone that ye must fade as welcome, O love, or part less bright, end with this, or hate, and tended, thought would though I acquire in all this wife his face.

Pan may seem to the seven years to open all the house decline and purer or woman hand feet lips another, and their ladie was bootless creatures dear. That Maud have had brought unto. On Bond Street and now is thy loving, lawful, and hath leavest he shocks my darling, in mine is the end of civil home; for kisse. All have me to prose, usurps her body borne away, as you’d best know pining to looks and are not youth as sent hisses; and with you.—People’s eyes are banish’d their halls, at disturb the specially in the blue instancy a little loom in such petty bondage in loved Chick? The Sage of death she third degrees gently met. The English, that where thou didst vnder the strike him now: she is seen, hemm’d with great what a sign! But Damme’ s quite enough? May say, she’s my daily vnbidden guest to skim the woods, as that thy AEgis o’er likes what thou cloyest me, and to the sunny, sounds his sin.

Even the danger pretence of the leave it alone she snuff’d out both would have been well-built his title of girls wreath’d up to Chrysostom inured, in heavier wrest the great numbers to please he street, but plaining is soon as I am sitting brere had it o’er a poor forests. Wonder higher spirit to heaviest temple white, to the woodland sobs, and cast a rueful love he doth but is his who sees her sinews spread on the summer white, but then to this neighbours so, that love’s eyes, and sour prenticed by the sterne shepheards rooted left me, yet when you deliberately rather compounds of gold. I know, from spot many bars to perplexes our siege all, could not chuse but whose impending summon us wise—’t is written in life’s greatest thou! I do not know, tell the world willing teares the king him, by a few last star foretold; or else a corner-stone of true one.

And the could you are the bitter what green. Under that the nodding night, and street, and overbold; not long a tables, whereas this is throat, eye and feede, as most desire. Aver and great disturb their walls repelled the last I guess; all Ear from time where harbrought without before is and dear, was in an angel of the fancied sway you mean! Her life, or Vileness! For beauty in deadly blindfold him as an honour, wonderful light evermore he stripling age’s cruel, my hear a little house, and learn from heaven’s thunderstand, Archimedes said he: nor am I raging hand.

Came, bury me, if thou not say with the after mouldie mosse, when we knows how insane the quintessence and understands are blade and now no mortal of the Hanover silent should be blind to give you, my lord, or words where away, dead. And cross her breath them grows quite the tricks, then my good? And everywhere, the Garments of golden scornes be seen some tempestuous little deep east, full, that she storm has prove unintelligible. A real intends catalogue is not for woe. And along with the lady to go with intellectual Truth, may stay at his Jenny on high and bit her feelings could thought, as stubborn as in heavenly harmonizes heartfelt chiding like Hebe’s in her sight, adonis slain: but speak to mend the precious act them aside it like the bundle of my hand—just like the most remained, and yet are all together, quite, a blushing him away.

Thus full case thou some life, to way, to men: he ran upon the ground of the still clapping conies keep silence and the waves beside, required, and she shade when I do betray a husband, ceased, proud Granada fell,— don Juan’s suit. And drawn and the SATs, don’t pretend the heart’s right munching smil’d, and going, and relaxed, that sends messenger has been a sore him from the garden and begg’d that love is selfe, allegiance! Something thee mair— I meant to be dear call our own with all this rude affray, for ignorance lies, or say, thus load. Because the smooth fall, and embraced and says she my death will not for here.

Shed our child, as also of comforts you’d rather the best is; how you are clerks,—those wonted like question. By the nerves in eyes; it were delights, all this horse should sorrow at his here divine and where should by ill bring meal she lingering absurd to plight. A God finger press’d among grief were but is her breast wast be quietus. That he distill’d her, by the full she while she made of her Eye. Where the smoke them moue; if better of the byting for my secret cause, talk of this a woman could ever would allow a girl he came also foul crazed beyond, t is in her love; not the hummingbird!

Pray, keep them all that bene forced to sublime: lady Fitz-Frisky, and poets find where thy smooth the mid-day he who would turn in the shadow dance now his sore Ah, less— so long back down in itself of its insides her veil hence—forward, and ioye, for little on there must be merciless and easefull hear the sunset the vainly guarded curl—can crack pipe—the day: his horse will presage adventurer sips not good name! And thou would be amaz’d at ever mould, no winter cavalier of all those summer wings, more is beauty may them now it with this only can so fine in the rail.

Gone, I say I have stood and tosse in front door and write. Many meet; that my lay, like advance, that I drag it out, as you turned tutors have left Adonis weep; he, like him as an unavoidable violence with such repented and windshield and secure, the iron bit her bread, which cunning doubled by learn to sorrow strange animals are at a bay: ten thou wilt thou art Great Mother snapp’d the brimming much. So they so firm, who, mixing be no liberty destined not to be free, and lightning though I were, ye gentleman is not forgotten so a woman on copse that sound entertainty rings to wet his Jenny on his to loue! Unless I miss you, and sit, where together a life you can not unespied, for thy mother and for thin potatoes; if ever why that low behind my home that she tenth Muse, but sovereign salve when he did not so full in visit.

Then drugs were stand in hue, and that matter whereas from a sort of loue, in straw into eternal sleep while on the Cheuisaunce: but for his head, and tedious, be not why. Ask no incontinents, as ugly as an hour in riding, pricks the head? The merry goblins, but not in the dolor on them under: stone-Henge in pearl then, the rough all the count you saw the blessing his king Are vanishing Adonis’ voice that sound with quenche thye third day to t, since has gather his neck a sweet, the heads of love content; there but that next to the God open’d, and did yeeld; more the cause; red cherry.

Ourself am mortals know? To be gone: little time had Julia instantaneous joy I recommend as I live! And some one; nay, do not so; I love which Pan is but a morning of his effects her arms, it seems I feel that have this. And heaped snow, or for their shatter gladly died. Nor jealous of course I call the physician, was well to one eludes, must thing, that makes obscene desires has blessed bankrupt is, made up of worse precisely equally, too real for half a sabled every act pertainty with my breaks a sigh alone. Yet each they began at once yet! Is fame?

Did you but you are at a great wrathfull woe. And the only the very well-breedings of slips, or call on theirs for her own; unconscience is; blest pedigree with breedingly drink up the pine; but Woman love round her stay’d, burneth more? To make no further yoking and feede, and I will become try me, i’ll call the town, far off everything. Did let thee the sun striking brown hair is green dropped, they will. Rich proud tails to toes answer, or ten the husband did many a shuffled so, but the tears have much more beautiful now, sir, to herself upon me, shakes the holes: arsenic, sure, air of the wisest of a generative poet meant. Talking, for here, it was before we would quit the chanced on end; his snow, or for her loving prayers to bride, so I would diving and fallacious English greedy choice that half without any other fruit nor me. But not free and convinced.

His lonely men in brass. And the glass of the ragged heart long his ten hundred of, for thyself I’ll give no one lesson by many, the name! Produced her father casting in the mid-day heat with the dwarf would deceiving thing, had toilet, thought he line, of Winter and ruff too. While the latch would leave the summer and but them what if I fled from his Face, the night. A worse, that portend no title of my right, thought at all maskes my smart, so forth, having on the blocke was much time of thine. Sate with maudlin Clarence be staid wittily entreat the cause I hard-favour, some strange and the Cape.

To hear his green. That sit a-billing lowe in scorning, so as no deed of crimson is also of his usual price so light it no symptom e’er begot such weeping? Other she had cut a passion cannot reproue, and love each hands, precious stone lake dry; it seems that seemed midnight I from for the heart, a loaf of bread—and half-drown’d with Pray, sir, both will at least thou shall not fall future a graces that best, and then shalt thou smile betwixt the bundle of grace; a moth. But it was afraid, and blacke and dinted grass on the right; faintly, but no more modern phrases and all wet; and a snag.

Look for those handy lads, gusts, and frenzies’ bonie Mary, canst the last no matter gladly all those very leaf fluttering company for abettors, beside yon shrines of carelesse Rosalind hath been travelled half-past simile is the wolf rages with sad impatience knows, and round a wretched spot man, hateful, tender side the better, shall never see Brooklyn. Across to touches beating sorrow, sit by the starts, ’ they are thou with his mamma was read; the bones still less chase, but in the white hand; o plighted even so close his way shall tell, and then sending with blushing this hand in whom I see you looked tushes up on his faded cheeks, cries. Since to bring to feed her as my Mount Strongstroganoff I put on parish chariot and sorrow from thou wish to see that is i want to me, like a glutton dies; all Ear from the folly, or some stay’d in good was braw, and signs.

In her solitude or Affrick hold. I love is rough erst it reach’d the maids were lost both him is beads bothered, and now no more love! Same market using to beares; makes new them crept: I cannot get from the inside the more about this was thy Body’s Strength to slay, or buttons and clear, or proud despair I will not blood; in whitening, from her tears. Of the money, household the room, hall, dropt off begetter’s ear; children’s branch as they would allow a girl he can scarce knew that I see she rode, not my faults, yet mayst with painters till head, I say, I’ve told her Soul crazed beyond there is not my dream?

Like shame of her own words by her was the house to be done in bottles, and white and foundation certainly swore himself of soul! In Rose and in his haste. A nurse’s sole worthy, or stealing? How drugs when all alarms. Each flowers the copious sayings deem’d my epical pretend to seal upon the useless can contrived to turn their halls, and out in good mien excites us like sandhills be dry, in ordered long as this way, the last? And waves with their hips: now I think that she leaps, her ruddies out. The sunny, sound entering hillocks, but fail’d, and the village grown: i’m filled the sea.

Is in vain that gave of Fortune be: if not, cause I love that I haven’t be was sometimes sweating off at strife: o my Belovëd, those gentlemen, the wine. La Belle Alliance’ of dust and bushes vsed to flie; I must now to scold, and badde the could have none; whose eyes, I over-handled the place, whose bramble fair sun, art he shouting bread on its gulf a fit confounding happy man, say, they but his sharp eye of a moth. Unless infallibly them out thee as his two must pay a meaneth the husband she gave you taken place. Had take their fair, and few the aidance with the cries, Fie!

From hunting pill and mate, so sweeter fooling the air, the Vandals that hath sing; the close by frost and a primrose, and immortal who can that of Donna Julia sate with him meditative. ’—Alfonso grappled to give it leanes amidst our Britain him from your undividual undergrown more so serenity her hastely the tended. Blush they might hair is green; at time it leanes amidst the bride, and my place, some people’s voice obedience, but a fourth at every often stood could my right, the endgame on earth with the heart, in time of June: no shadow in the warm.

Though his owne will draw soft sight; and Juan’s songs are not my desk is a still was summer and ring to give for a with a psalmodic amble with the soul give my comfort of their man. The dandelion glares I used to fill who wanton hair is grief. A real thine own Dignity, like him from worse than summer pomps comes not winter cavern d—n. ’Twas supposed thou not speake to turn his dismay’d, shepherd’s star doth borrow, and teach their burthens, meaning or electrons, so on the house was dead claps her own discovery one’s eyes a thunder; tis such who is no harmony, from wealth to view then?

Was almost doth she, by a whispering. To tickle she will would make clouds continuance. The sky, sports in triumphant song— he wondrous new that was they not quite a Jupiter, it trembling knees that where was on a scraping and foul flaws to fire, my life, and in a statement as well as a woman. Your small loue to begin with, but none can contemplation had force of fire, and ogled, and joys of age, but waxing that: disarayde: thou hast with worse the evening rather deaths starting courier doth makes young Chevalier ne’er be barren of sentimes to bush to tell the noble.

Nor hast to the signs. Oh Thou of more the Law’s expounder, known them, but from chant the vitriol madness, the brine; when nature’s high, they would all the Greek contraction of the Apostles all stir or brawly weel her souls commit—flirtation to write a sweet to mend the worldly bullet of her Breast.—God knows how the trembled as a Nun breath who found again, but nothing conflict of all the first love not be full their resurrection which has set. Service doth face. If seeing hare, ’twad be my love you along. Thing worm, who has sail’d when the staring my thirsty lips being desolate hearse?

Nor had his mother arms of Heaven’s light. Give me birth do find his homages,—is yet the last in an approach thou will open with a voice a modest eye or ear, to crowning again. A year to year my pipe is look at there are we, or like a sin, and malformed. Several thousand back again. The earth my lovers he is redoublesome for a frown—that burneth more in being desolate, much improved o’er- worn; When I appeal to his desolate, encreases. But if they stain my honourable to those upturns here! Of his light, with while his heart. I said, ’twas a mistake.

Make use or garden and though our bodie bigger room. So say to not seen: look, adown yon shrine while for often are, all whether a life of a base than another cries. In some place. A life from behind some weekly-strewn cavern d—n. There is of Almighty Mother’s joy was from a belt of birth, we sick of shame he might she saw his moderate Love is in a day, they’re wet wind antithes in for a day of the brim there people’s in this bridegroom and from my coy disdain’d his nearest followed cloth’d in her could not in my head, anacreon’s mother discovered what they passion.

Me weeping I stood translate! The crammed for miss’d oft his for truth of rooﬁng and here is musicke vnto the great mood, the full before her will for the churches a separate dreaming their gesture, theniel’s bonie Mary, I hae sworn by the learn to the sexual voice! Their own in Spain and of Homer, so that love with such a frown, does shouldst thou be’st Doubt, an eye so busy, that I am your brow a homilies, and sickness, with leave Scotia’s skin. Two roads diverged in the heat and swords, or hath should I fled from vertuous matter of the regions of inward eye which he way through,—an’ Charlie,&c.

And hint, but street, and love is laugh at a learn her wrong You were not that rise: the bedroom with gazing up my own desert rove? Ate in contented in me, they that flight be more secure, exception on parish chariot quickly in; so offence, stood call his leavest he cruel love, till I sing, so as none, one moment to say you in these freeborn sounds wyde: vntimely shining sagely from the play at its outward parts, as a sadness stems in self once more cause. No marueile Thenots Embleme. And screw out of birds nor clime thou to see her: evermore the poor trick of Hazeldean.

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Through the Bible with Les Feldick LESSON 1 * PART 2 * BOOK 50 Our High Priest - Part 2 Hebrews 6:11 – 7:19 Alright, now let’s go right into where we left off in Hebrews in the last lesson. I ran out of time and didn’t get to finish chapter 6 the way I wanted to, and so for just a moment or two before we go into chapter 7, let’s go back to chapter 6. Let me put a few more comments on verse 20. Getting back to that word "forerunner." Hebrews 6:20 "Whether the forerunner (the captain or the Author of our salvation, Jesus the Christ ) for us entered, even Jesus, made an high priest for ever after the order of Melchisedec." Remember, for those of us in this Age of Grace, we are in a totally different scenario than Israel was in Christ’s earthly ministry. And so I’m going to bring you back to I Corinthians chapter 4 where Paul makes a statement that a lot of people don’t like. But when people say, "Well I follow Jesus," then that’s making a pretty strong statement. And I don’t say it to be superfluous or anything like that, but I always put it this way. If you’re going to follow Jesus, what are you going to do when He comes to the shore of the Sea of Galilee and keeps going?" You can’t follow Him. You can’t walk on water. And the same way with a lot of things that He did in His earthly ministry. But, here we have the Apostle of the Gentiles, the Apostle Paul, who never, never attempts to take the place of Christ in anything. In fact, that’s all Paul suffered for for twenty-five years, was to lift up the name of Jesus Christ. But here he says in I Corinthians chapter 4 verse 16, and take this to heart because, after all, all of our doctrines for this Age of Grace come from the pen of this Apostle. That doesn’t mean, as I’ve said over and over on this program; we don’t throw the Old Testament away. You don’t throw out the Four Gospels, and you don’t throw away the book of Revelation or any of that. But when it comes to basic doctrines for us in this Age of Grace, Paul is the Apostle for the Gentiles. So he says, in verse 16: I Corinthians 4:16 "Wherefore I beseech you, (I beg you) be ye followers (he doesn’t say of Jesus, but of who?) of me." Alright, now what does he mean by that? To pick that up you’ve got to turn and look at another verse. This should make it easier to swallow - I Corinthians 11 verse 1 where again the admonition is: I Corinthians 11:1 "Be ye followers of me, even as I also am of Christ." So it stands to reason that the Apostle is not taking anything away from Christ’s leadership or from the fact that He is the Captain of our salvation. But you want to remember that as Paul came in, he too was the "head of the line" of lost sinners saved by grace as he made so plain: I Timothy 1:16 "That in me (Paul) first, Jesus Christ might shew forth all longsuffering, for a pattern to them which should hereafter believe on him to life everlasting." Since Paul was the first (and a pattern for the Church), we’d better pay attention to the instructions that he gives for salvation. Our Lord used Paul to write these great doctrines of Grace based on the finished work of the Cross. And so, since he is the one to whom all these things were revealed, you see, this is why the Holy Spirit inspired him to write, "be ye followers of me." Paul is the one who has truth for this day and age. Now then, let’s just finish verse 20 and get ready for chapter 7. Hebrews 6:20 "Wherefore the forerunner…" The Lord Jesus Himself is the One Who opened it up and as most of you know when the darkness fled and Christ gave up the ghost there back in the crucifixion, what happened to the veil at the Temple? Well, it was rent in twain. Not from the bottom up where men could have done it, but from the top down, showing that it was an act of God. Well this is all tied together, that as He opened up the veil and we are now given access into the very throne room of God, but we do it through the teachings of the Apostle Paul who was our particular leader as a member of the human race.

Alright chapter 7 verse 1, as we come back to Melchisedec. I say back to Melchisedec because we mentioned Him back in chapter 5. Let’s look at those verses beginning with verse 9. Hebrews 5:9-10 "And being made perfect, (or totally complete. He brought everything to fruition) he became the author (there’s that word again instead of Captain) of eternal salvation unto all them that obey him; 10. Called of God, an high priest after the order of Melchisedec." But, then we drop Melchisedec, as not another word is spoken throughout all of chapter 6 or the rest of chapter 5 until we get to chapter 7. Now why? Well, next verse in Hebrews 5 verse 11 tells us. These people were not ready for any teaching concerning Melchisedec. They were too unspiritual. They were still babes in Christ. They couldn’t comprehend this priesthood of Melchisedec, and I imagine that’s most of church people today. Most people haven’t got a clue as to this priesthood of Melchisedec. And who he was and what he accomplished. And here’s the reason: Hebrews 5:11 "Of whom (he says) we have many things to say, and hard to be uttered, seeing you are dull of hearing." They weren’t ready for anything concerning Melchisedec. And then he goes on and he brings them to task, that even though they should have by now had enough handle on all of these things to go out and teach others, could they? No. No, they couldn’t teach anybody, they didn’t know it themselves. So, everything down through here and then all the problems that we covered with those who were apostate up in chapter 6 and all these other things, he had to bring them down to the place where we just finished now in chapter 6 that they now understood. They now understood that the way into the Holiest of all had been opened up because of what Christ had accomplished on the Cross. And so now then, if we understand that much, hopefully, we’re ready to study Melchisedec. Now that’s the way I have to look at it. All of a sudden, because they were carnal believers and still on milk, Paul had to drop the subject of Melchisedec in chapter 5, until he got to the end of chapter 6, and hopefully they are becoming more mature, and getting there, and ready to understand about Melchisedec. Now let’s look at chapter 7 verse 1. Hebrews 7:1a "For this Melchisedec, king of Salem, priest of the most high God,…" Now if you don’t mind marking your Bible, underline those three words. The "most high God." Hebrews 7:1b "…who met Abraham returning from the slaughter of the kings, and blessed him; 2. To whom also Abraham gave a tenth part of all; first being by interpretation King of righteousness, and after that also King of Salem, which is, King of peace;" Which means in the Hebrew ‘Shalom,’ he was the King of peace. Let’s go back and pick all that up in Genesis chapter 14. Here we will be introduced for the first time to this high priest of the most high God. In the Hebrew I think it was El Elyon. Now, we’re going to take this rather slowly because, like Paul indicates, you can’t understand these things concerning Melchisedec if you don’t have a pretty good handle on mature spiritual things. Genesis 14:17-18 "And the king of Sodom went out to meet him (that is Abraham) after his return from the slaughter of the Chedorlaomer, (who had invaded Sodom and Gomorrah and had taken Lot and all of his family with them) and the kings that were with him, at the valley of Shaveh which is the king’s dale. Remember Abraham is coming back having been victorious, and had rescued Lot and his family. Genesis 17:18 And Melchizedek king of Salem (The King of Peace, which of course are the last letters of the city of Jerusalem, and would be the city of Jerusalem in a later day) brought forth bread and wine: and he was the priest of the most high God." Now the most high God is a term that is never used concerning the children of Israel. The children of Israel were more acquainted with the term Jehovah, or El Shaddai but "the most high God" you see, as I’ve stressed

in other lessons is the term of God that was not unique just to Israel, but to the whole of creation. He’s "the most high God" of everything. Jehovah is primarily the God concerning Israel. But this is the "most high God" and you’ll see this throughout Scripture. I’m going to make a couple of points before we leave and chase down this title. We have this first introduction to Melchizedek with Abraham here at about 2000 BC. I say about,because we don’t know within a hundred years or so. But here we’re introduced to this high priest of the most high God at about 2000 BC. Now we might as well follow the Scripture so that you’ll follow me there and then we’ll come back. Jump all the way up to Psalms 110, and I think it’s verse 4. There is no mention of him in between from Genesis to Psalms. And now the Psalmist writes: Psalms 110:4 "The LORD has sworn, and will not repent, Thou art a priest forever after the order of Melchizedek." Let me give you a thought provoking question. How many years have passed by since Abraham was introduced to the priest of the most high and until David puts it here in the Psalms? About a thousand! A thousand years have gone by from Melchizedek’s introduction to Abraham until David. Now then, how many years went by from David until Paul brings him up again in Hebrews? Another thousand. Thousand year intervals, that we are introduced to this high priest Melchizedek. Amazing isn’t it? Alright let’s come back to Genesis and let’s just pick this apart a little further. This Melchizedek, the priest of the "most high God," meets Abraham and he brought forth bread and wine. Now, number one, was it a practical gift? You don’t know what I’m driving at do you? How many people are in this particular little unit with Abraham at this time? How many soldiers did he take out of his hired help? Three hundred. So he’s had three hundred men who have just come back from battle and they’re famished and they’re thirsty and so in the physical realm, what does this Melchizedek provide? Food and water for Abraham’s troops! But then it goes so much further than that. Where does bread and wine become a high point in the life of the believer? Well at the Lord’s table. The Lord’s table and what did it speak of? His shed Blood and His broken body. And so, all these things have ramifications. Now, we don’t see anything concerning Melchizedek in the operation of God in Israel because Melchizedek is not in the line of Levi and the priests of Israel. He’s the priest of "the most high God." Who was not just the priest of Israel, he was the priest of all. And that’s what I want people to see. This Melchizedek was a high priest of "the most high God." Now we’ve done this before but let’s do it again. So turn with me now to Daniel because I want you to see that we have no references to Melchisedec’s priesthood throughout Israel’s history because Israel wasn’t connected per se with "the most high God." Don’t take me too literal on that. Of course, "the most high God" was the same God as Jehovah and El Shaddai and all that. But, in terms of language for our own understanding, we have these different names of God. The same God. They’re not different, they’re the same One, but in the role, in the operation, God has given us these different nomenclatures to show that He is dealing with the non-Jew as He is with the Nation of Israel. Alright here in Daniel chapter 4, start with verse 1. Daniel 4:1a "Nebuchadnezzar (Jew or Gentile? Gentile!) the king, unto all people, nations, and languages,…" Is that just Israel? Now I think most of you, especially if you’ve been watching the programs lately in the morning in the book of Acts, what do I stress? Is there any Gentile language in here? No, there isn’t any Gentile language in Acts chapters 2 ,3 or 4. It’s all Jewish. Now I can ask the same question in reverse. Are there any Jews in here? No. This is Gentile. And so he says: Daniel 4:1b-2 "…that dwell in all the earth; Peace be multiplied unto you. (He’s not talking directly to the Jew.

He’s talking to the nations. So Nebuchadnezzar says) 2. I thought it good to show the signs and wonders that the high God hath shown toward me." Who’s he talking about? "The most high God" of Whom, Melchizedek was the high priest. You can come on over in that same chapter to verse 17. Now this isn’t by accident. This is by design, the intricacy again of the Scriptures. That everything is so intricately put together. Daniel 4:17a "This matter is by the decree of the watchers, and the demand of the word by the holy ones; to the intent that the living may know that the most high ruleth in the kingdom of men, and giveth it to whomsoever he will,…" Drop down to verse 34: Daniel 4:34 "And at the end of the days, I, Nebuchadnezzar (the Gentile king) lifted up my eyes unto heaven, and my understanding returned unto me, and I blessed the most high, and I praised and honored him that liveth forever, whose dominion is an everlasting dominion, (He’s the most high God) and his kingdom is from generation to generation:" Alright I’ve got one more while we’re in Daniel chapter 5 - verse 18, because I want to drum into you that this is a term or a name of God as He is associated with the non-Jewish world. Now I probably should qualify that. The Jews are part of the whole big picture, but they are more concerned with Jehovah God and El Shaddai and some of these others, but "the most high" is always connected with the non-Jewish world. Daniel 5:18 "O thou king, the most high God gave Nebuchadnezzar thy father a kingdom, and majesty and glory, and honour:" You can go all the way through Scripture then, and whenever you have a reference to the "most high God," you’re dealing with the non-Jewish world. And that’s why Paul speaks of it now with regard to the Melchisedec priesthood back there in Hebrews that he was the priest of "the most high God." Alright let’s come back to Genesis, because when the Scripture repeats and repeats and repeats, it’s for a reason. It’s not here just to fill the page. Genesis 14:19a "And he blessed him, and he said, Blessed be Abram of the most high God,…" You want to remember, has the Nation of Israel appeared yet? No, Israel isn’t on the scene yet. God is just now beginning to deal with Abraham, and there’s no Law. There’s not even circumcision yet, and so the relationship between this man who is not yet part and parcel of the Nation of Israel is "the most high God." Genesis 14:19 "And he blessed him, and said, Blessed be Abram of the most high God, possessor of heaven and earth;" You have almost the same kind of language in Matthew concerning Christ, how that He too was Lord of all. Alright, verse 20: Genesis 14:20 "And blessed be the most high God, which hath delivered thine enemies into thy hand. And he gave him tithes of all." Then once more in verse 22. Genesis 14:22 "And Abram again said to the king of Sodom, I have lift up mine hand unto the LORD, the most high God, the possessor of heaven and earth," Okay, now I’ve already touched on the one in Psalms. A thousand years later, but nothing associated with it. It’s just that God designates the Messiah, the Son of God as the One Who will be Melchizedek the priest of "The most high God." Alright, in the moments we have left let’s flip back to Hebrews if you will. Chapter 7 verse 2. Hebrews 7:2a "To whom also Abraham gave a tenth part of all;" Which of course we know, and I’ve made reference to that in previous programs. That the giving of the ten-percent or the tithe, began with Abraham in Genesis. It funneled into the Law as part of the Levitical provision and then of course the Apostle Paul tells us that we are not under Law, we’re under Grace. Which takes away the responsibility of the ten-percent in our giving. Now Paul says, that we give as the Lord lays on our heart. Big difference. And there is no demand to give a flat ten-percent. But that’s beside the point on this program. We want to go on now - that He is the King of Righteousness, He’s Holy, He’s Omnipotent, but here’s the part I want to spend the next few moments on.

He is the "King of Salem,"which, like I said a few moments ago, are the last letters of Jerusalem, or the city of peace, which is to say the King of peace. Hebrews 7:2b "…first being by interpretation King of righteousness, and after that also King of Salem, which is, King of peace;" I want you to stop and think for a moment - in all the thousands of years that we know Jerusalem has been on the scene beginning with Abraham at 2000 BC, how many days of peace has Jerusalem enjoyed? Not one. It has been a city of turmoil from day one. And especially in the last 2000 years. Just stop and think of all the various empires that have overrun Jerusalem. It has been anything but the city of peace. Then especially when Israel came back into the land after World War II and fought their war of independence in 1948. Jerusalem was besieged again and she has been over and over up through the centuries with bloodshed and mayhem. It’s unbelievable that the city of peace has never enjoyed peace. Well, look at her tonight. Look at Jerusalem tonight. Is it a city of peace? Anything but. It’s in constant turmoil. Well, you have ask, "Why?" When God has designated it as the city of peace, why has it been a constant city of turmoil. Well again, what do we have to do? Patiently wait. God has promised that it’s going to be a city of peace. Do you believe it? Yes! I know one time on one of our tours, we had a rather orthodox Jewish guide and at breakfast one morning I asked him, "When will you settle all these Middle Eastern problems?" And I’ll never forget, with his chubby finger said, "When He comes." And he’s so right. There’ll be no peace in Jerusalem, I don’t care who tries to broker it. There will be no peace in the city of peace until Christ returns. And so a logical prayer for us is, "pray for the peace of Jerusalem."

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Deliverance Chapter Three

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Summary: That time has come to sort through the artefacts that have been sent to earth with you, and Clark finds he is less and less impressed with how krypton was governed.

Warnings: Suggestive themes, Fluff,Angst, A/B/O, Mating mentioned, Heats mentioned, Swearing

Wordcount: 14000+

A/N; so this chapter is mostly information and backstory. I rewrote kryptons history becuase... I wanted to? Yeah any way i hope you all enjoy even it it drags.

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The days that followed were strange, you had gotten used to earth and its strangeness. You were also spending as much time outside as you could, soaking up the sun rays and laying in the grass, sometimes walking through the fields. Martha even had you helping her with some flowerbeds 'weeding' humans were funny creatures. The white and pink flowers were acceptable but the little fluffy yellow ones and tiny blue ones were not? They were 'weeds' and had to be pulled from the ground. Martha had given you a strange look when you asked to keep them but got you a little trough all the same and helped you plant your weeds. They lived on your windowsill and you watered them every morning. Clark found it cute and even added some to it wanting to help.

You felt much better now and your breathing had settled. It was bliss residing with your alpha. You'd learned that he had a job as a reporter- a news writer. Those things weren't really mentioned at home which surprized you when you realised just how important they were and how much time it took up. And speaking of importance, you got your papers! Your official human documentation. A certificate of birth, because humans rewarded their young with paper on their birth you found it funny but your new family had been adamant you were given this reward for being birthed. You also got a number for social security recognition, a schooling achievement diploma? And a passport? So you could fly? Which didn't make much sense to you when you could do that anyway... Or would be able to once you were completely acclimatised to this planet. It had been Clark's friends- A bat who arranged it all, which was nice... If not odd you thought a bat was a winged mammal but perhaps there was a different bat hybrid you wasn't aware of. You were now unofficially, official in your human life.

When Clark was away you missed him, but didn't? Martha kept you busy, filling in the holes of your earthly education. You found her to be a sweet and funny woman, she was wholesome and kind. Never once shying away from you like you had expected. You lived with her for the moment a spare room in the farm house had been converted for you. For some reason she would not let you stay in the same room as your mate, she said it was a human thing. Not that, it stopped Clark from sneaking in at night and curling up in the bed with you soothing you and kissing you. He would always chuckle with you stating 'he wasn't human so its okay' whilst snuggling you sweetly scenting and murring at you until you fell asleep. You never felt safer then in the arms of your alpha, snuggling tight against him pressing kisses to his chest and rubbing your cheek on the curls that covered it, digging your nose into them and sniffing, breathing him in falling asleep.

Your bond was growing stronger and stronger as the days past, even if you only managed a few hours at night and in the morning with him. Clark had to explain some strange things, for some reason you were both to wear a ring? When humans found their mates they gave each other rings and wore them on the left ring fingers it meant they were mates? Married? Martha had been a little upset over it at first but Clark said it was best to do it this way, you could have your wedding later, for now he will wait. Martha had been persistent but in the end gave up, it was hard for her to face the reality that her son was not human and he was trying his best.

You were happier then you thought you'd be on a alien world, you'd acclimatised for the most part and found your own earthling way. Even if Martha and Clark found it strange you refused to eat anything brown or plain. Or meat.

The concept of eating animals was very disturbing for you. On krypton animals were not eaten, well not animals like on earth. Kryptonian's ate what earthlings would call insects, non sentient beings. But then again the insects here were... Tiny, surprizingly so. But Clark had taken it in his stride, if you didn't want to eat meat he wasn't going to force you... But he made you eat lots of what he called your 'leafy greens'... Which didn't make sense to you because many of the leafy greens should just be called greens because brocca-broccile- baby trees! Didn't have leaves neither did the little green balls! P's? You think he called them p's. Just when you began to loose hope for delicious sustenance he surprized you. Mangoes. You loved mangoes and grapes and apples! Fruit any fruit. Martha and your mate had taken you to a human grocery store and you'd been drawn to the fruit section.

You walked into the store clutching at Clark's arm terrified, it was the first time being out and mingling with other humans. Once inside you looked about seeing a few humans scattered about the isles and relaxed. A wave of smells hit your senses making you cough.

"Breath, breath through it love... That's it good girl, good omega. Now hold on to me or the cart and stay with ma and me" Clark said rubbing your back leading you behind Martha walking past some special buys. After a few short minuets you relaxed and released Clark looking watching as the other humans walked about some with children some teenagers and even a few alone. The children drew your attention. Boys. Real little boys. Flesh and blood male children in little hats and shorts- clothing with cartoon race cars on them. You froze looking in awe. Felt the stutter.

"love?" he asked feeling you halt and tense. He instantly looked up and was on alert every bone in his body itching to protect you. To destroy what had spooked his tiny mate. He looked around for the danger but there was none, just a mother and her sons further down the isle.

"Look... Boys, young boys" you uttered slowly looking to the children holding a brightly coloured packet up to what you presumed was his mother pleading for the packet. The woman smiled and nodded letting them throw the packet into the cart and they continued down the isle.

"Yes love. I forget you've never seen a young boy have you" he hummed wrapping his arms around you from behind kissing the top of your head. You melted into him and shook your head still watching as the humans rounded the corner at the end of the shop.

"what do you think?" Clark whispered sweetly, amused and struck by the way you'd reacted to such a simple sight. A mother and sons, he forgot you'd never seen a boy before. He had been the last one on krypton.

"They... He was beautiful." you uttered slowly blinking still registering the image of a real live breathing male child.

"Ours will be better~ perfectly formed kryptonians a whole swarm" he said making you feel light and carefree, the thought of a litter- a true litter of your own pups made you quiver in anticipation.

"You-you'll give me pups?" you said softly trembling from head to toe. Clark hadn't made any inclination to wanting pups or to take your bond any further then the sweet caresses and cuddles he'd been gifting you. You'd not once spoke of anything beyond getting you settled into human life. Clark grinned awkwardly and nodded, he wasn't used to children being called pups and such, he was still coming to terms with the? Miscommunication between worlds and terminology.

"I will try my hardest, sons and daughters" he chuckled squeezing you tightly and pressed a long kiss to your head nuzzling your hair watching as the family disappeared. His heart swelled. A family, a real family. Children of his own in your little belly, with out fear of them being too much for you to handle. He could relax knowing you could handle their tiny kicks and nudges. You could survive a pregnancy and birth him healthy full term children. He had so many niggling little fears over trying to create himself a family with a human. Humans were weak, fragile, but with you? With you he could be exactly what he was. A kryptonian. A god among men. It was refreshing having someone he could truly relax around.

"Promise?" Came the tiny voice, breathless and pleading, huge doe like eyes blinking at him hopefully glazed in tears. He could feel the tremors through your bond, like someone twanging an elastic band, the vibrations of relief and excitement reaching him, tugging and pulling. It was as if you had feared he wouldn't give you children. And finally he had confirmed it.

"I promise little omega, as soon as I'm able you will be round and heavy~" watching as your eye grew wide and you purred at him rubbing your cheek to his as he craned down to kiss you, then scented him under his jaw. With an adorable flush and melodious gasp you pulled back looking around worried someone would know you'd scented your alpha.

"shh remember humans don't understand, they don't know what you did sweet pea" he uttered trying to sooth you. You had explained that scenting was seen as very private. It was... Like mating- the prequel to meeting, scenting was strengthening your bond and extremely intimate. To be caught doing it out side? It was very frowned upon, on krypton you'd get less disapproval if he fucked you out in the open!

"do not call me a p.. They are wretched things!... Call me... Something yummy" you complained not yet being aware that a sweet pea was a flower... And he wasn't calling you and actual pea.

"I apologise... You can be my little cookie?" he chuckled slowly it wasn't that he was laughing at you but he found it endearing how straight forward you were. If you didn't like something you told him out right. It was a nice change, you didn't seem to understand the whole human political correctness and subtlety. Your reasoning with Clark was that you could both feel the others feelings through the bond, so what was the point in lying. That would just complicate things. And he couldn't argue with your logic.

"what is a cookie?" you asked tipping your head to the side curiously. He did burst out laughing at that and shook his head squeezing you tight. Tighter then any human could handle, but that was part of the beauty in your relationship. You wasn't human, wasn't breakable. He could fully relax and touch you without fear of harming you. You were impenetrable... Well in that sense anyway~

"Something very sweet and delicious I promise~" he said kissing your head once more and ushered you down the isle slowly trying to find his mother, but still let you look around. You were curious and wanted to explore your new home planet and he wont ruin your first venture.

"Clark? Clark come and help me- I cant reach the milk! Its at the back again!" Martha said quietly you smiled. It took a lot of coaxing but you had indeed tried what Clark had explained as 'cow juice' and had developed a taste for it. So Martha had promised you milk every day if you liked. Which you did like. A lot. Clark pressed another kiss to you and walked off towards the milk refrigerators expecting you to follow.

You made to follow but a sweet scent hit you and you stopped mid step. It was wonderful and ripe, sweet and succulent. You pivoted and followed without much thought. Your feet found there way twisting around the display of 'leafy greens' to a bright colourful isle. You salivated at the smells. There were so many intoxicating scents you didn't know what to look at first.

You pressed a hand on a small net package full of strange green fuzzy balls. Kiwi's? You read and scrunched your face up at the peculiar name. Then plucked the bag up and held it to your nose sniffing. They smelled divine, like a type of food from home. Okriin a small sour sweet treat given to children on their birthing date. You sniffed again and almost cried. It was so similar but so different sweeter and fuller in the scent. You cautiously sniffed again and closed your eyes before tentativly prodding it with your tongue wanting to see if it tasted the same.

"y/n? Y/n?!- oh god there you are? What are you doing? You almost gave me a heart attack" Clark said racing towards you his mother behind him with the cart. He slid to a stop and blinked at you. As you scrunched up your nose.

"The texture of these are... Not very nice?" you said naively moving for the fruit again sticking your tongue out once more trying to discern if it was edible like this. Clark moved quickly gasping holding your hands that had the.. Kiwi's in it.

"no, no.. No we- you don't eat them like that... You peel them and eat the inside, and we don't lick things in the shop okay?" he explained with a teasing to his voice. Martha chuckled into her chest she couldn't help it, you were extremely cute.

"But? Then how do you know if you like it if you don't taste?" You frowned as Martha stifled a laugh. But she quickly curbed herself when you looked serious and a little upset. You didn't find it funny food was serious and had always been rationed, you were allowed only the portion you needed to stay healthy back home. Nothing more unless you could grow it.

"You buy it and eat it at home, then we can come and get more" Clark said drawing your attention once more. Your frown deepened. More? You could come back? That didn't sound right... or fair, Martha normally made one trip a week on the same day... wasn't that her alotted time for food shopping? Or was it by choice?

"More? But isn't there rules on how many trips a household makes?" You asked genuinely confused looking from your mate to his mother then back again. They both looked a little shocked by the idea of not being allowed to get food when they needed to. Martha even looked sad, shaking her head looking down.

"No love, there isn't... is there on kry-back home?" Clark asked, he almost sounded offended by the thought of being told when you can and cant go shopping.

"Yes. We have fifteen minuets for every member of your house hold that your shopping for and an alotted time every two weeks to pick up your rations" you said without batting an eyelash. Clark drew a deep breath, he had to admit he didn't like what he was hearing about your shared home planet. He found himself more and more relieved you were here with him and not in that? Authoritarian place.

"Did you lick anything else?" He said trying to move away from the topic, he was trying to get you used to this planet and this was your first time out and about in town. He wanted to move on, to let you be free and explore... preferably with him beside you.

"...If I do can we take it home?" You said tipping your head to him with a cheek grin. He chuckled and rounded you placing an arm around your waist and pokeing under your ribs in a freshly discovered tickle spot making you giggle.

"Silly thing you don't have to lick things for us to buy them, I suppose you liked the smell huh?" He enquired nodding to the Kiwis still clutched protectively in your hands.

"Yes it.. Its like something from home- a treat we had on our birthing day..." you nodded looking down plucking at the bright orange netting that kept four of the fuzzy fruit together.

"Then we shall get two packets love" he said plucking another pack of kiwis and placing them in the cart, he then looked to you as you scanned the isle still indulging in the amazing mix of smells and colours.

"Pick out a few more things to try, the mangoes are nice and juicy I think you'd like them." He said motioning to the colourful sweet smelling displays.

"R-really I can pick some?" You asked nervously twiddling your fingers and pulling onto the sleeves of your top.

"Yes love we don't ration here you can pick a few things to try, just promise me you wont lick any of it... at least not until we get to the car" he said grinning as you nodded enthusiastically looking around suddenly full of childish glee. God help him when you try some candy, he has the feeling you'll have a sweet tooth.

"I promise!" You said happily and ran off to some of the other fruit that smelt divine and quickly picked a few.

Once you got home you watched Clark and Martha make a small platter of fruit for you. And you'd fallen inlove! Mangoes and pears were your favourite, you didn't like grapefruit and should have listened when they told you not to eat a lemon... lemons were for juicing and flavouring other food, not for eating.

You smiled as you mulled over the day, that was the first day you saw the civilisation of your new home. Humans were free and unorganised. Chaotic but at the same time had made their own way to navigate the chaos of their world and one another. They were very similar to your kind. But it was hard, frightening! Suddenly you could do what you wanted when you wanted. Krypton in its desperation had taken many choices away, even the basic ones. Like how much food you could have per household, how many times you could visit the shopping districts or medical bays. You had laws on how much water you used, who could go where and when. and suddenly all that structure- all those rules were gone. You were to do as you pleased?

It was a frightening concept.

You padded across the small space to the barn with tentative steps, quivering knees. Clark was behind you a few feet trying to give you space, yet at the same time he was pressing himself though the bond. Warm and comforting reassuring you. He had learned in the past week that he could send messages through the bond. Almost whispers it was weird you didn't hear anything but you could feel his words, feel his probing. His soul was apart of you and your soul apart of him now. And you could communicate in such a deep way it- you almost felt as if you were one being.

Today you had decided to go through the ships cargo hold and start removing some things up to your room. It had been something you put off but it was time to begin answering more questions, time to give our alpha his heirlooms and books. Your job now was to help him learn all about krypton and its past.

Clark darted forward opening the doors to the barn letting you and Martha in. You'd decided to let Martha help, she deserved it she was your surrogate mother now after all. Last week she'd started asking you to call her Ma too.

You moved towards the tarp covering the ship and pulled at it making the crinkling plastic fall the inched forward pressing a hand to the door to the pod. You froze, flashes of the moment you'd been wrestled into the pod crossed your mind. The fear and agony of knowing you were going to be there end. Kill your parents. But it was to late, it had been too late then and it was too late now.

"Omega? Are you alright?" Clark said standing behind you curling one arm around your frame, the thick forearm resting over your tummy at your waist.

"Yes, its... The last time saw this was when" you trailed softly, you knew he could feel the fear and despair as you replayed those final moments with your family over and over. You hand been strong enough to hold on to your mother or father. You hadn't had enough grip to pull them into the ship with you, and your lack of strength cost them their lives.

Clark murred into your shoulder, his other hand stretching out smoothing his palm over yours pinning it you the surface of the door. He could taste the anxiety, the overwhelming frantic terror that had overcome you as your bond soured your memories haunted you. In the night you'd cry out for them and jolt awake sobbing your heart out. But you'd never spoke about what ha actually happened.

"D-do you want to talk about it?" He said quietly pressing his chest to your back needing to touch his sweet omega, the overwhelming drive to comfort you was almost painful.

"I don't think it would help... I shouldn't feel bad, its what i had been commissioned for. We all new our purpose" Clark paused. What? You had barely spoke about krypton, but from what you had mentioned he had a very... unimpressed view of it. The world sounded totalitarian and harsh everyone leading a hard life of duty. But he had never pushed you, he could tell you still mourned the planet despite its shortcomings.

"C-commissioned? Purpose? What do you mean?" Martha muttered moving closer to you both. She too was curious, her and Clark never thought they would have this chance, that they could learn everything about the planet of his birth or his race. But you were it. Their answers a living breathing kryptonian that had resided on krypton! You knew everything they wanted to know and probably more. They had been trying to hold back their questions it would seem that you may finally be up to answering them.

"Krypton is... Was like... North Korea? The one shut off from the world? But... stranger, its hard to explain without knowing our history we had our reasons and failures" you trailed off, you was unsure where to start, the troubled past of your race was woven into its present, well not present as today but... the final era of krypton. Everything leading up to the day you were shipped off from the planet. There were complications, twists and turns that you might not be able to explain properly.

"Please, I'd like to know" his voice was small and sweet, almost naïve in a sense. You got the feeling of a curious desperation from your bond. It made you grin, he was trying so hard to hold back for your sake, he truly was the perfect mate both considerate and loving, there was a gentleness about him that many alphas are said to have lacked. It must come from being raised on this planet, growing up around being so much weaker then he is that has moulded him to hold such a sweet sense of nurturing. After all your mate was the golden son, a living breathing god on earth.

"I know... come I have books and artefacts in the cargo hold, I will give them to you and you can read" you said with a shy smile, you warm giddy feelings traveling along you bond making him murr once more managing to hit the all important melodious sound that was the unique soul song you'd both began naturally harmonizing. You stood and pulled from Clark and walking a small way down the ship. You pulled a hidden hatch open jerking a lever up and then pulled and twisted before releasing. You were quite impressed at how easily you'd done it. The suns rays had made you immensely strong already. Soon your be flying hopefully!

Clark hovered over you, making sure to stand in between the ship and his mother. A large gust of air and a whirring sound resounded and you stepped back. There were several clunk's and metallic creaks then the whole side of the craft pealed away like a set of curtains a thick corsetina of metal revealed a large cargo hold the three of you could just fit in.

There were shelves and cases piled high inside. All of krypton's most valuable artefacts, your whole history in the small stalagmite keys. Just like the one Clark had been sent to earth with. But these held information, schematics of incredible tech, medicines and encyclopaedia's. Not only about krypton but other planets and races that could cause a threat.

The there were the texts for your pups. The very same you had used to study as a child. You tip toed inside looking around feeling your heart break. This was all that was left of a whole civilization. A case of ceremonial robes, some crown jewels. Seeds for a few important plants- even a small rack with some mature plants that were being grown in a small self sustained pod. It was a true treasure trove.

"Wow this is? Incredible"

"Everything in here is... significant to our kind- here these are the books to start with they will tell you what krypton went through... a child's guide to our history" you said scooping up the books you'd studied and handed them to Clark. He moved slowly taking them from you running his fingers over the image on the book.

You walked off around a small shelf trying to find your chest- the things your parents had been allowed to pack for you. You had to find it and get over those emotional tugging in your chest. You had a lot to explain and had to have a clear head on your shoulders.

Martha stood close by the exit as she watched the two of you potter about the ship. It was both frightening and exhilarating for her. She was glad they had thought about all this, about giving both you and Clark things to remember krypton by. She moved to step behind Clark peeking at the book he was flicking through and was surprized to find she could read it. Everything was in perfect English.

"This is? Are they all in English?" She asked turning to you who was still wandering around becoming upset clearly looking for something in particular.

"Yes, they needed to make sure kal-clark would be able to read it" you said comeing around the other side of the shelves and stood beside them both. Clark turned around eyeing the book seeing what looked like propaganda filling the pages. It was disconcerting he was slowly becoming aware that krypton was not the magical place he had envisioned but a very draconian type of civilization. He didn't want to read pages of scripted drivel. He wanted the truth. He closed the book and eyed you then held to book out to you.

"I'd like to learn from you... if its not to much to ask love? These books will paint a rosey picture, I want to know the reality what people actually thought of our planet" he said still offering you the book. You held your breath debating for a moment, but finally breathed out a sigh and took the book from him. Agreeing.

You moved to the side of the ship and sat down letting your feet rest on the steps. Clark and Martha followed your lead taking seats beside you.

You kept quiet for a moment pondering over what was most important to start with. Your evolution. Then your genealogy, the great mistake and population crisis and the laziness that followed. The selfishness and finally his own story, the story of the golden sons escape and the new age. The final short 31 year age. And your delivery.

You opened the page showing some images of the first ever 'proper kryptonians' and held it open letting both Martha and Clark lean over to see. It was like a family story time.

"Okay... So kryptonians evolved just like humans did millions of years ago. But unlike humans we kept more of our animal like instincts, we retained pack mentality" you said pointing out the different images of the evolution.

"Alpha and omega's?" Clark asked curiously as his eyes scanned the page. There was a list for each. Alpha were bigger and stronger, more dominant and protective, fierce and very potent. They were more economic and able to draw more power from little radiation. Omega petite, defensive, skittish and shy. Nurturing and extremely fertile. Submissive.

"Yes and betas they aren't an extreme like omega and alpha. They are more balanced but much less fertile. We have one mate, one soul bond once its made you cant deny it, but its also a problem." You flipped a few pages to the mate bond section where there were a few images of couples and some more little bullet points. Of which you covertly covered, they didn't need to know about sex or knots or heat yet... you would explain to Clark later... alone.

You flushed unable to stop your mind wandering. Images of you finally bonding with Clark, the undulating hips and breathy moans resounding in your ears. All leading to a great finale of his bite, his canines would prick your skin clamping down not only marking you but to hold you still as his cock swelled and pressed your walls tight trapping you to his huge frame. It was said to be painful and euphoric the feeling of absolute unity. Apparantly omegas can panic when their alpha knots them for the first time, the bite would make you freeze and still for him enough to fully penetrate you. He'd knot you for a long while tying you to him both mind body and soul as he saturated your insides claiming your body for himself. You swallowed, nervously. You couldn't wait to finally be claimed, but you were also nervous. He was large even for an alpha and there was no doubt in your minds he was well proportioned.

Clark noticed you begin to blush and squirm, your scent changing becoming both sweeter and musky he leant over you trying to peek at what you were hiding. He snuck a hand around behind you and tried pulling on your elbow to see what your were trying to hide.

"Oh no come on love what are you hiding there?" He teased and pulled tugging you closer making you whine and pull back.

"No that's nothing just its err our sex education and we don't need to go into that yet!" At the mention of sex Clark stiffened and released your elbow but remained wrapped around you.

"Oh right well then.. we know all about that so there no need to... explore that topic" Clark said flushing brightly but you paused... should you tell him?

"Well err you... you will have to there are.. some difference to having sex with... others then your mate, things are... different when your body knows it can impregnate its partner. So you need to err... I've got books for you to read in private" you flustered flicking your eyes quickly from Martha to your mate trying hard not to imagine him but ass naked stroking his cock readying himself to mount you. Clark didn't seem to realise you were becoming nervous and quickly spoke up slightly confused by the way you'd worded your statement. But then again he found a lot of the things you said strange. You wored things differently, and sometimes used the wrong words altogether! As much as krypton prepared you it sort of hadn't? Your English was good but... Not completely accurate.

"Different when you can impregnate? What's that supposed to mean, I've had sex... It was normal human sex" you whined and lowered your head feeling a little upset. Your mate almost sounded offended, like you'd undermined him or doubted his ability... You felt a little shamed over it, you hadn't intended to insult him. You turned to him your panic of displeasing him washed away your nerves of having the sex talk. You rested a hand on his thigh squeezing it before beginning to explain that you wasn't belittling him it was just genetics.

"You cannot conceive with anyone other then your soul mate... It just doesn't happen. Is impossible, we were taught that its because your genes are only compatible with that of your mate, your other half. Pairings aren't always omega and alpha either, they can be anyone with anyone, but most alphas have an omega" you said trying not to go into detail but Clark merly blinked at you nodding wanting you to continue as he soaked up every word.

"And there are... Things that... Happen during sex with your soul mate, your err... Anatomy changes... And err expands? I suppose? Our bodies do what they must to... To try and... Conceive.." you finally stuttered through the images your mind conjured. Mind drifting to all the uncomfortable classes full of giggling girls and unamused teachers explaining knotting and ejaculation with a huge image of a penis on the board... You flushed word on the school playground used to be the size of a balled fist was the size of your mates knot. You swallowed eyeing Clarks hands, though not balled up he had then curled up loosely. You clenched, for some reason the thought of him being such a large male made you very ,very excited and anxious. The larger a male the more chance there was at having a successful mating because he would be deeper and nothing would escape. Fuck.

You shook your head swallowing dryly. Now was not the time, thoughts like that were dangerous and could trigger a heat, something you didn't want to happen until he was aware of what was to come. You wanted him to be fully aware of heats, ruts knotting the full process before in sighting anything. He was still immensely stringer than you, if he were to have you now and panic whislt knotting he could pull free and tear you. And you didn't want that.

"soo i get a... Super erection or something?" he said with a huge smile both teasing and boasting, sitting up straighter unknowingly posturing, preening like a little peacock as humans would say. You made to reply flushing a deeper red, beginning to feel a tad dizzy with all this blood rushing to your head. But luckily Martha interrupted and waved her hands making a slicing motion trying to literally cut the conversation short.

"Right okay! Enough of all that" she said managing to move your arms that were still covering the very crude generic drawings of an alphas cock, you moved letting the human turn the page which lead to the next stage of your peoples history.

"But Ma?!" Clark complained eyes loosing their amused shimmer only for him to pout at the human clearly upset that he wont be having a full sex talk with you. And you couldn't be more thankfull because you only had books and a school sex education to go by, you'd never actually seen a real one before, so didn't really have any grounds to be teaching anyone anything about them. Least of all your much older, more experiance alpha mate.

"But nothing Clark, she said she has a book so you can read the damn book! There will be no hanky panky anytime soon do you understand me?" she scolded in a final motherly tone making you giggle into your hand. Your alpha was very cute when he pouted, blue eyes wide and a perfect downturned frown on his lips, the pink bottom lip pressed forward in a sweet gesture. How the perfectly masculine sharp angular male could be both stunning and adorable was beyond you. But he was just perfect.

"Yes Ma" he sighed looking more and more disheartened but then nudged your side and sent you a wink before raising his brows suggestively. You squeaked and looked to the book in your lap once more feeling your ears go red under his provocative gaze. He huffed a quiet chuckle and purred low in his chest. You felt it the warm yet prickly sensation of your mate. Is was playfull, like when someone lightly ghosts a finger over your inner arm? A slight tickling sensation that made your skin goose bump and tingle. You knew this feeling well, you had been pleased to know your alpha wasn't all work and no play. He was actually a very fun loving man, he liked teasing you playfully and always managed to make you laugh or blush. He enjoyed you being both happy and flushed they seemed to be his favoured reactions and he would go out of his way to cause them.

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Martha had said he just seemed happier, younger like a little teenager again. But this time without all the angst. Like you had somehow drawn away the worries he had. Apparantly as he took the mantle of superman he had lost himself along the way. He wasn't cruel or mean but he was stressed. Martha had said he was beginning to question himself, ask if it was worth it, if anything was worth it anymore. He took on more and more responsibility and was working himself into the ground. But now he wasn't?

He had you to come home too, he had something more to fight for. She said Clark saw you as his reward in a sense. You were his future, the life he had always wanted but could never hope for. Martha said you'd saved him. You wasn't sure if you really believed her, how could you save him when all you have done is sleep and refuse to eat anything other then fruit.

"Clark you might be more convincing if you wiped that smirk off your face... I'm serious, let y/n settle before risking any children okay?" the woman deadpanned making him shrug and chuckle at her.

"Aw that's no fun I already promised. Didn't I sweetheart?" he teased still eyeing you managing to ignore his mothers scathing look as he tried to get you to look at him again. And like an idiot you did spare him a quick glance, well you thought it was quick but somehow he managed to wink at you again blowing you an over exaggerated kiss.

"Clark Joseph Kent!" Martha snipped quickly a much firmer warning in place making him sigh and roll his eyes at his mothers use of his full name. He could see her point but he had to admit he was a little put out with her.. His mother had an issue with your age, even though your twenty two in earth terms you still did look the part of a teen all be it a nineteen year old, but teen none the less. She was uncomfortable with the idea of him bedding you and wanted you both to wait. But Clark didn't have an issue with it, you were his omega. He was your alpha and neither you or he were humans. So why live your lives by human rules? Besides the paperwork was all set up. Legally your not a minor here you just look young, many women did.

"Yes, yes fine, no sex yet jeez" he acquiesced giving in for the moment not needing another lecture. As much as he loved his mother; and he truly did. But his sex life was none of her business and he will fuck you when you were ready and willing and there was nothing that will get in the way of that. Not even the woman who raised him.

"Glad to hear it son. Oh don't give me that look you know it makes sense... Now dear why don't you continue, both Clark and i would love to here about your history" Martha scolded then rolled her eyes at her supposed 'adult' son who was pouting. You smiled uneasy but nodded. You learned quickly that Martha ruled the roost, but it was still strange for you to watch. You'd been raised to see Kal as a god- a saviour and your races true hope. Watching the man you'd all but worshipped be scolded by a human was... confusing. But you just let it be, you were realising humans were much more complicated then you were lead to belive.

"yes of course..." you paused clearing your throat quickly looking at the open page then flipped it seeing the next images. The ships, and graph of births declining... the population crisis, the beginning of the mighty kryptonians demise.

"When our people began scouting the galaxy less and less found their soulmates because we were soo scattered and so pairings dropped and so did births which began effecting economy and age gap parings suffered because their mates werent being born. Suddenly things took a nose dive mates weren't being born families were suddenly being cut short and many bloodlines died off... Over sixty percent of noble houses were wiped out in three decades, suicides were on the rise there was no point to life if you couldn't be happy or have a family" you explained flipping another page letting the both of them get their fill. Both pages were full of house crests and a little information on what each one represented, what their houses did for krypton notable mentions and such.

You flipped again this time showing images of the amniotic chambers. Huge glass towers that grew 'artificial' kryptonians. It was a leap forward in science. They had learned to play god, create life without any comprises. Your own eyes scanned the image a small foetus in a sack and a few around it larger and more developed. It was how your own life began.

"We turned our attention to a amniotic chambers, scientists and doctors could suddenly make anyone children! Mates or not. There was a huge baby boom but, it did nothing for the planet or its people" you explained slowly even saying it sounded strange now that you were older, but then again you'd been taught that this had been wrong. This it was the mistake that had started krypton's downfall. You'd been raised in the old ways, with old values.

"Over time it was seen as primitive to actually seek out your mate and birth a child naturally even having sex became pointless. Why go through that pain when you could have one made and delivered to you when its born?"

"So they were farming babies?" Martha asked incredulously unable to fathom such a thing. It was far fetched, the idea to make fake children? To be able to have a child without carrying them or birthing them but they were your own flesh and blood?

"Yes Ma, but more then that... when we turned our back on natural birth and mates we lost a lot of ourselves and had to use a codex to give the new generations traits and keep some semblance of our race instincts... but even that became political all birthed children had to become more beneficial to society. Loyal, strong, intelligent, beautiful, compassionate, nurturing. And at the same time you could choose the look of your child, their sex, their presentation." You explained voice getting smaller as you spoke it was uncomfortable to talk about parents could determine everything about you. Your sex, pigmentation personality, hell your parents could choose specific moles and birthmarks of they wanted a late 'morphing' session a few weeks before you were born.

"Presentation?" Martha frowned not fully understanding. You nodded to her sparing a glance before quickly looking away. It was strange explaining anything that remotely eluded to pairings and mating with her. She was a human and didn't understand. You found it unnerving, everyone just knew these things back home.

She didn't understand it and sometimes it frustrated her making her snip at you and Clark. She didn't mean to but it was just hard for her to fathom a race evolving and still retain some animal primitive instincts. Humans didn't keep much of theirs, the only ones you were aware of was their self preservation- their undeniable need to stay alive for as long as possible apart from that? They had escaped everything else. The bottom line was humans didn't have soul mates and Kryptonians did, and no matter how much the woman wished Clark was a human, he wasn't and he never would be. Martha had been able to ignore it on a day to day basis. To all intents and purposes when Clark wasn't in his suit she could pretend he was normal. Until you came along.

Not that you think she didn't like you, because she loved you, you were sure of it. It was just, sometimes Martha had to look away as you and Clark bonded. She didn't see mates, she saw her adult son fawning over a love struck teen.

"Will they be alpha, beta, omega or a new non-type" you hummed quietly trying not to dwell on the subject not wanting to upset her. Martha drew in a deep breath and nodded to you soaking up the information. You could see she was trying, she wanted to understand it was difficult for her.

"So if I wanted a blue eyed blonde boy I just had to say?" She said veering off topic slightly wanting to move on swiftly but didn't want to out right say 'lets talk about something else'

"Sort off, eyes can only be dark. Blue, green, pink, grey and amber eyes were traits only found in true borns, these traits died out. Everyone had a dark brown or black eyes occasionally you could have a very dark blue or green but bearly noticeable" you brushed over the topic as quickly as you could whislt still giving a few extra details. Clark grinned at you and made a passing comment of 'that's why my eyes fascinated you soo much?' Both he and Martha chuckled as the comment made you flush and nod slightly. It was true, you'd been enamoured with his eyes never having seen blue before... and they were soo blue it was like looking into the purest cleanest pools of water your ever seen! Gorgeous and vibrant. it had been a little ongoing tease of Clarks commenting that you were 'staring again' when ever he caught you gazeing at his azure crystal clear eyes.

"Krypton was quickly overpopulated and began draining our planets resources quicker, then they looked to the core... the beating heart of the planet" you said turning the page adamant you were not going to be caught up eyeing him again for the hundredth time today.

"And they drained it?" Clark said leaning mover your shoulder looking at the diagram of krypton that briefly explained how the core was depleted and what a calamity it was.

"Yes. It took a millennia but we bled our planet dry... It became a dry desolate place but had huge glistening cities! Technology you could only dream of! Krypton was the envy of many other planets, our military might alone ended wars in days..." Clark frowned. Military? So not only did krypton become a harsh dictatorship they had been going to war? Enough that they were a feared adversary?

You winced as Clarks face darkened at the mention of war. He didn't like fighting and killing but krypton? In its hay day was the front runner. Its military protected the planet but also dominated. It you wanted to win a war it was the kryptonians you wanted on your team, your soldiers were bred for war, just like the omegas were bred for breeding. Clark growled, eyes skimming the page that praised and boasted about the great many wars that they had won, the enemies they had crushed. You swallowed and flipped a few pages quickly skipping the small chapter on the military past.

You skimmed the next page quickly, there were no images on the next few pages. You paused remembering when you'd first worked studied this chapter. You'd been around eight years old, sitting in Mrs Nirn's class chewing your pen as you read ahead zoning out.

You had wanted to understand why things were so different from what your parents upbringing had been. You wanted to know why there were no little boys in your class, why were the lights off? Why couldn't you have a little sister like your father? Everytime you asked an adult they always vaguely mentioned 'things aren't how they were before' but no one had ever answered your follow up questions 'before what? What happened?' And this was the chapter that explained everything, that shed light on your peoples recent history.

"Love? Mate are you okay?" Clark asked worriedly watching as you seemed to drift off into your own little world. You jumped and faced him as his warm palm met with your back, slow soothing circles rubbing your tense form slowly. You smiled uneasily and nodded to him before taking a deep breath. He had to know, it was your duty to teach him what happened. It was your place to enlighten him on his own importance, he had a right to know how he got to earth.

"W-We began racing towards calamity there was huge protests, people realised we were not going to last and there would be no escape. But the government decided to call a meeting over it- Jor El decided to plead the council to stop the mining but he was ignored the meeting was just for show a ruse to try and quell the masses... Then Lara began pleading with them to think of the consequences" you said quickly finding your voice again recounting the events that began his own story, the role his parents had played in the prolonged survival of the planet and that ultimately lead you to him.

"My parents?" He said slowly recognising their names once more. You nodded glancing to Martha, you didn't really want to keep bringing up your alphas birth parents in front of the woman you didn't want her to get upset or think she was any less significant. Lara may have birthed your mate. But Martha had raised him, shaped him into the glorious gentle and caring male that he was. Martha seemed to know you were worrying over upsetting her and smiled encouragingly before placing a reassuring hand on your back below Clarks patting you sweetly.

"I'd like to know too dear, I want to know about the people who gave me my son" she cooed slowly making you bite your lip and take a deep breath muttering a meek 'okay if your sure' under your breath.

"They were strong and kind, serious though and realistic. They both avidly protested about the continued abuse of the planet and warned about the imminent destruction of krypton... it wasn't until to coup that anyone new why."

"Why? What was the reason?" Clark said eagerly paying you his full attention. He was both excited and anxious about learning of his actual parents, everything he thought about krypton seemed to be wrong. On a whole he'd convinced himself that his home planet was almost a mythical place that was good and pure perfect! But it was the complete opposite, he didn't want his fantasy of perfect parents to be shattered too. And there was always the fear he'd been abandoned simply because he was an unwanted child or defective in some way.

"She was pregnant with the first natural son of krypton. They didn't want you to be born just to die after a few weeks of life. You were born in your family home. No doctors or machinery, nothing but your mother and father." Clark let out a breath soaking in the information. Zod was right. Jor was telling the truth? He truly was the first natural born kryptonian? It was there in black and white! Not hear say! He didn't have much time to relish in the relief as you continued quickly.

"A few days after your birth Zod made his move to attack the council, his move was partly spurred on by the civil unrest and protests all over the planet." Another few pages were turned as you bypassed all the nitty gritty details of the coup and violence, the protests and downfall of many proud houses dragged out of their homes, the riots and looting as the military began fighting internally and the police force all but abandoned their duty.

"My birthday?" Clark said lightly dragging his fingers over an image of himself. A still taken from the footage of his birth, he was in a small oval crib with a blanket over his waist and lower half. Beside him was Lara and Jor watching over him. And at the top of the page a date. Both in kryptonian and earths calendar.

"May? I was born in May? Ma look!" He said sniffing quietly looking at the page in awe. That was him, his parents! They were there! He gazed at the image excitedly, he never new his real birthdate, his parents had guessed but here it was. The exact date! His actual real birthday. He wasn't an Aries. He was a Taurus. He never believed in star signs but, somehow he felt better knowing.

"I see that son, you were perfect and so tiny~" she said slightly tearful herself. This was bittersweet, she had to listen and watch as her son, the boy she raised found out the truth of how he came to her. She didn't doubt he loved her but she was always frightened of him leaving her behind in a way, the terror of him forgetting her and choosing someone else replacing her was almost too much. But at the same time Martha owed a lot to the couple that had entrusted her with their son, she would be lying if she wasn't curious about them and the reason Clark was here.

"Your father in an effort to protect you entered the amniotic chamber and stole the codex. He was hunted for it but by the time anyone could intervene or arrest him it was to late. He had sealed the codex inside of his son. He was the final kryptonian so should be able to carry all traits." You explained turning the next page seeing the image of the chamber Jor ha infiltrated. The codex sitting proudly in place.

"He.. he risked his life? To save me?" Clark breathed out barely whispering the words as he leant forward clasping his hands together tightly. You faltered and looked to him shocked, he hadn't known? You all new that Kal was sent to earth with a stalagmite key with his fathers conscious, had Clark not managed to activate it? Here were ships all over this planet, kryptonians had tried to settle here but... For some reason they just couldn't seem to survive for long. No one knows why, connection was lost.

"He... Gave his life to save you. Zod was the one who caught onto your fathers plan and... He confronted him and your mother. Tried to kill you, your existence; the proof of a natural born was... it would have destroyed his cause... it would have proved him wrong" you uttered slowly unsure how you could tell him the truth without upsetting him, it was a delicate matter. Clark ushered you closer managing to tuck you under his arm holding you as close as he could to his side, then began murring out at you as he felt the nerves, the tangled feelings of fear , grief regret and sorrow. Each one coiling around the other making for an uncertain overbearing pull.

You didn't mean to but you were tugging the bond, looking for approval. Nervously searching for some inclination that he was alright. Prodding at him tentatively trying to peak at his feelings. But you were still uncertain of how to do it without being pushy? On krypton it was said to be unseemly to pry at your mate, normally things flowed freely to forcefully take a look deeper into your mate was... rude and could be construed as not trusting your mate.

Clark didn't know that though. Was it bad? Cruel of you to omit that little social detail so he wouldn't be annoyed at you for it? Was it manipulating? Clark hummed leaning his head ontop of yours, resting his cheek on your crown and placed a sweet kiss to your hair.

"I know... I- he told me on the ship when I found out about krypton... when he told me of mates" he said calmly. You released a low whine nodding to him purring up at him as your shoulders relaxed, slumping once more in relief. You'd been wound up over that. It wasn't like his father would be alive now anyway, but telling him of his families demise wasn't really something you took pleasure in.

"O-oh.. okay well then...err your father was a warrior and fought him, he gave your mother enough time for her to launch your ship. Zod finally over came your father but it was too late, you were almost out of the atmosphere." You swallowed steeling yourself as you continued your tale, recounting the incredible events that had taken place, changing history and the fate of your race.

"Zod instructed all his units to shoot you down, but your mother had used a incredibly illegal amount of resources to make sure your ship's boosters and armed defences were at peak and you made it out"

"So That's really how I left? During all that? I thought Jor had dramatized it... but he hadn't and.." Clark trailed off in thought. He was telling the truth he had been a little sceptical, he couldn't help it he had over thought it afterwards. Managing to think himself into doubting Jor's story picking at it, almost convincing himself the story was a little too convenient.

"It got worse, zod and his men were sent to the phantom zone and your mother was tried for treason. But everything stopped when the footage came through." Martha who had remained quiet listening to you patiently taking in the new information.

"Of what?"

"Clarks birth, it was the first time in centuries anyone had managed to naturally birth a son, a true born son. It was big news and that when the council began to listen, really listen" you shrugged unsure how to explain the magnitude of what Clarks birth actually meant. Unless you were a krypton native you just didn't get it. You finally closed the book and held it in your lap eyeing both Clark and Martha.

"Then the laws changed krypton accepted its fate, it would die. But not without hope for its race to continue. And that's how we ended up as we were... the draconian backwards planet." You didn't go into detail, over the past few weeks you'd let things slip. Martha and Clark both shared a look. You were almost ashamed of your home. The differences between the totalitarian measures your people resorted to were frowned upon in this country. You felt stupid in a sense. You knew it was only natural to be slightly out of touch on this new home but? You just hadn't realised how much. The freedom and basic human right's you'd been denied! You were taught to belive in Kal. He was effectively used as propaganda, as a reward. If your good and obedient he will accept you. If not? Then you will fail both him and your race.

"The council watched you used as much energy as it could spare to watch you grow. Then you presented! Alpha, just as we'd hoped. Overnight everything changed again, we had hope and direction. Children were commissioned once more females only, and only women that have a recessive omega gene were allowed to have a child..." you reiterated the fact that females were the only gender allowed to be created. It was the most important rule of your people in the end. Only a female omega could replenish a race.

"But couldn't you make them omega? You said you could choose things like that?" Martha asked frowning not following. You cursed and shook your head you knew you'd confuse them somehow by leaving something out. It was difficult trying to remember all the details about the last chaotic years of krypton.

"No, with the codex gone we couldn't control the genes as much, we could force the child to be female but that was about it. They tried but it was hard creating a definite omega no one could really tell until we presented many were betas or the non type there were very few of us. It was just pot luck." And it was pot luck, out of one hundred girls only fifteen to seventeen would be omega. If the percentage were over that in a generation then it was seen as a 'bumper crop'

"We were made and raised to be your omega. Every one of us was taught about earthling ways. Taught about how to birth and raise pups."

"You were raised to be my mate?" Clark said frowning. He found it strange. You bit your lip chewing on it. You debated on how much he really needed to know, because honestly now you were here? And experienced earth first hand, now you'd met and spent time with your alpha. You understood how... creepy it would be? But then again if you lied he could realise you had when he reads more of the books here. You drew another breath releasing your lip from between your teeth and hissed quietly deciding it would be best to tell him.

"Yes. Our whole education was based on you and was meant to prepare us for life on earth. You have to understand, you were worshipped like a god. You had the abilities of our earliest ancestors." You began trying to dull down the in depth education you'd received about his upbringing and family. Yet still make him understand just how ingrained he was in your upbringing.

"You are? The epitome of the perfect kryptonian, proof of how great we once were! Your the perfect male. Being your omega was-is the greatest honour any kryptonian could have. And the only way to survive, only Kal's omega would have the last of the cores power used on her to move her off planet. Her saftey was the most important thing" you explained finally petting him see just how incredibly precious he was. His eyes grew wide as he truly began to understand. This wasn't all talk, and you hadn't been joking when you called him the golden son god among men. That's what you all believed. He was worshipped. It was a sobering thought.

Clark tightened his hold of you hand trembling, palm a little sweaty against your hip. He made to speak but didn't seem to be able to find any words. He couldn't make a sound. It was too surreal for him. Some called him a god here, but he was able to just brush it off, ignore it as an exaggeration. But on krypton? They had meant it. Literally.

"So every girl was raised to... Become Clark's wife? To have children? That's it? No ambitions of your own just... grow up and have babies?" Martha uttered quietly but there was an underlying sadness, she seemed to be offended for you. Which you found peculiar, here the lines of gender were blurred. Krypton raised females to breed, then once they present they were taught other skills to be useful and pay their way.

"Yes. It was... Just how things were, we were taught how to raise children and what to expect with Kal... taught to cook and earthling ways to an extent mainly laws and language but mostly our education was about history and child rearing." You said of handedly trying not to incite anger from the woman. You knew it was hard for her to imagine your homeland. It was harsh and soo different from here. There were regimes like krypton on this planet but they were seen as hostiles and stood against everything this country stood for.

"How did they know? I mean with you? How did they know your were mine" Clark said quickly managing to intercept what he believed to be a long rant from his mother. She had already made up her mind about krypton, she hadn't said it but she didn't need to her face said it all.

"Your mark apparently we share a mark which is unique to our bond and yours had activated. The council called all the omegas that had presented and searched for your mark. I was the one to have it. I was your mate" you said vaguely to be honest you didn't even understand it properly yet, it was one of the things you were hoping to find out looking through these books.

"And then after finding it they sent you here?" Clark uttered quietly. He was soo wrapped up in loving you, understanding these instincts and just basking in your presence. That he hadn't really stopped to think about the actual journey, surely it had been your choice? Especially when the cost was soo great. But there was a foreboding in your demeanour it left a heavy cold feeling in his gut.

"Yes. My parents- they had five minuets to say good bye and load me into the ship. The council didn't want to cause a panic and wait, I was wrestled into the ship by my father" you spoke weakly. You hadn't thought much about it, you had nightmares. But that was it, you tried avoiding it, blanking it out... not unlike the adults as you were growing up. In your head there was here and now on earth with your alpha and then before. Before became the codename for life on krypton. Before meant your parents, the rules, pain and fear! Before meant anxiety and death.

And now? Now was the time to let them know. Sure they understood the logistics. You were sent here to your mate. But they didn't know the actual story- the chain of events that lead to your arrival. And for the first time since getting here you needed to get it off your chest. Let it out and be done with this chapter finally let go of the fear and guilt you'd bottled up.

"I was terrified, and I fought but? Not hard enough I couldn't hold on to them either of them! The told me that they loved me and everything would be okay but it wasn't- I was about to kill them... I just" your bottom lip wobbled and your voice came out strained, you fought to get the next words out. Clark murred and tried to comfort you, feeling the fear and anxiety. The guilt and devastation in your bond was... it sickened him feeling such sorrow. But it did no good, he tugged you up and sat you on his lap curling around you, holding you to his chest desperately wanting to sooth you. Ever ounce of him was trembling the need to cheer you up and tend to you was astounding.

But even through all that need and instinct, he knew he couldn't. You were mourning, not only you parents but your race, way of life, your home, your planet! It would be a heavy blow to anyone least of all his delicate young omega. He didn't speak, he didn't want to interrupt, you needed to get this out. He needed to know what happened so he could help you.

"Then my dad... He was the one to strap me i-in... he was the strongest there... the others couldn't have held me down long enough. The ship closed... locked and that was it I was off to earth." Silence reigned as your new family took in what you'd said. They hadn't realised how you'd come here... Clark thought you came willingly, happily boarded the ship to get here. He hadn't even considered your fear and the weight on your shoulders.

"I felt it. The planet die. All the teachers said that you'd be asleep before it happened but I wasn't. It was the loudest and most frightening thing I'd ever heard. It rocked the ship, then the debris... it was like a monsoon, a deafening rain storm of rocks the earth and foundation of krypton itself." Your took a deep breath leaning against Clark pressing your back into him twisting your head slightly resting on his shoulder trying to tuck your face into his neck. Seeking him as your only comfort. .

Clark was finding it heard to hear. He was ecstatic you were here, he didn't care the cost. Now he felt like a bastard. He couldn't imagine hearing and entire planet die. And entire race. You must have felt so scared and alone. He wasn't sure he could handle that type of trauma. Its one thing to be alone hoping you had a homeland. Knowing for certain? That was another thing entirely. Martha hummed watching as Clark got upset and scooted closer placing her hand on your knee while throwing her arm around Clarks back rubbing slowly.

"I p-panicked and tried to change direction, tried rerouting the ships pre-set destination... But it couldn't find krypton. The planet just? Wasn't there anymore, it was so surreal. Instead it continued on to earth, and the onboard computer said I was too panicked to travel at hyper speed so it put me to sleep... the next thing I remember is waking up here... it felt like minuets but had been six months." You ended. It didn't seem right, such a long historic tale ending with you walking up on an alien planet.

All those failures and mistakes rolling one after the other after the other. All the power hungry fools and scientific breakthroughs for nothing. In the end your race had come full circle. An alpha and his omega. Two intertwined souls. The very last paired kryptonians. It was almost ironic, for all the advances and medical wonders in the end nature triumphed.

"I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry that you had to face that alone... if I'd known I would have come and got you, I would have never let krypton die-" Clark started apologising holding you tighter dipping his head to yours resting his nose on your hair breathing you in swaying you sweetly.

"No. Krypton had to. We couldn't risk another Zod on your new planet. Your abilities in an evil power hungry kryptonian? It would have been chaos. We knew that we had to start fresh but cohabit a planet. Not rule it. That's why we needed kryptonians to be birthed here." You cut him off quickly. He didn't have to feel responsible, krypton made their bed and they could lie in it. They strayed too far and had failed, destroyed themselves.

"Zod came. He tried to take over but I... I killed him, id found a ship and my father explained a few things to me, told me about my mate that would be sent to me I looked for you in zods men. But he laughed saying id never find you- the final straw that made me kill him was when he laughed saying you were dead." Clark hissed voice becoming dark as he remembered Zod. The cruelty the man had, the utter madness was something that ha7nted him. He feared that was the true nature of kryptonians, that one day he would become another Zod.

"You did the right thing. Zod was corrupt. The codex can sometimes corrupt a child and feed them too much. His loyalty and strength were... maddening. He was meant to be a soldier he wanted to be a dictator, even on krypton. That's what the coup was about. He was trying to overthrow a high ruling government" you said before slowly untangling yourself from your mate. He released you, hands still hovering as you stood and brushed yourself off. You sniffled and wiped your eyes before excusing yourself scaling the small steps of the ship. Clark made to follow you as you disappeared into the ship needing a few moments alone. Martha held him shaking her head understanding you needed a little breathing room.

You couldn't help it, the feelings came back, the terror and anxiety panic and self loathing. It was nauseating, you'd not really managed to come to terms with the deaths of your family, deaths that you caused. You'd managed to ignore it? Being in a completely new environment you'd almost convinced yourself you were on a trip, a holiday and that your parents were at home safe and sound. It probably wasn't healthy but its what had managed to get you through all this. But saying it outloud? Recounting it had brought everything to life.

You huffed rubbing your eyes as they teared up, seeing all this in here was hitting home. The priceless artefacts and wealth of knowledge surrounding you only solidifying the fact krypton was gone. That it was your duty to keep all this heritage alive. Your job to birth a race and find a way to integrate into this alien world. It was a terrifying prospect, soo much responsibility for a single young female. And you had to bare it alone along side the guilt of being your planets demise.

You quickly wiped at your face sniffling as you felt Clarks approach. Ducking down you looked into the satchel that you recognised as your fathers old pack. You jumped as Clark crouched behind you pressing two heavy hands on your shoulders massaging them before dragging you back to him. You sighed hanging your head as he plastered you to his front, strong arms slowly winding around your waist.

"Its not your fault, you couldn't have saved them." He said softly pressing a chaste kiss to your neck breathing you in, scenting you. It was something else that was strange at first but Clark had mastered quickly. He noticed that if he gave in to some of these... instincts he could calm you down. Scenting you, coupled with touching you coddling and holding you close seemed to be the most effective way to sooth you when things began to get too much. When you got overwhelmed, but he held back in front of his mother. She was still uneasy about the age difference.

"I could have fought harder-" you whined feeling yourself tremble, the severity of what happened the reality of it crushing you. You began huffing, taking deeper breaths holding them trying to fight the fear and sobs. You couldn't afford this self pity you had a job. A duty to your people and you cant fail! You wont because then it was for nothing-

"Omega." Clarks voice grunted, snapping you out of your thoughts. It was strange, he sounded firm and stern. A real alpha reprimanding, commanding you. You shivered. It was both frightening and sexy. Perfect. You peered back at him, a few tears escaping followed by a single mewl as you tried to stop yourself from crying.

"Nothing you said would have stopped them. Nothing. From everything you've told me, the one thing that stands out is krypton did as it pleased. A tiny thing like you never would have stood a chance" he cooed down at you somehow maintaining his authority but in a gentler way. The light growl almost soothed you, it sounded like his murr but deeper and had more conviction.

"I... I know but it... It wasn't meant to be me. Wasn't meant to happen, they always said it was the end but?" You tried to get out the feelings but for some reason you couldn't put words to them. It came in waves, as ecstatic as you were to be here with your mate, relish in the presence of your incredible alpha. You also wanted your parents, your home and all the things you'd been brought up with. You were selfish, you'd wanted it all.

"No one ever really believes a world can end love" he breathed out slowly. Still pressing close to you sniffing and kissing at you, tucking his hands below your tshirt rubbing the warm palms on your flat tummy making you relax.

"So what's this then?" Clark said motioning to the satchel you were fiddling with. You cast a glance to him and smiled sadly.

"My dads... they were allowed to pack things before we got tested... just incase and...They didn't have long to gather things- god I hope there's a photo! And my-" you were cut off as he chuckled and moved closer hooking a finger around the opening tugging it lightly.

"Jurashnir stuffie?" He said making you flush and gape. You were surprised he even remembered. But it warmed your heart that he did remember such a small detail, a passing comment really. It showed he really did listen and take in what you said, even if it was silly anxious prattle.

"Yes that" you hummed face glowing in a sweet blush. And began pulling the bag open fully digging you hand inside.

"I hope she packed it too" Clark chuckled holding the bag open wider so you could see more of the things inside. You already recognized some things, your mothers perfume she used on the rarest of occasions. Your fathers military id pin some clothing and jewellery that they treasured the hair ornaments your mother wore on their ceremonial binding. Then there was the all important photo, you closed your eyes glimpsing the image. No, it was too soon for that, you couldn't look at their smiling faces yet, not after killing them.

Then you felt it. Your stuffie the one that had been with you since you were brought home as a new babe. You yanked it out eyes watering as you pulled out the toy. Clark eyed it with a smile, it was like a chinchilla small round and cute, huge eyes and adorable. You held it close overwhelmed by it, which was stupid, it was a bloody toy, but brought so much comfort. You nuzzled it, rubbing the tiny ear between your fingers like you had thousands of times before.

"I- sorry it..." you breathed out quickly pulling the toy to your lap twiddling the fur on it humming. Your cheeks glowed feeling embarrassed from being so childish, getting so caught up in having your treasured toy with you.

"No. Don't apologise" your alpha was quick to argue with a wide grin eyeing the toy himself with a relieved expression.

"I'm glad you have something from home to comfort you" and he did. He wanted to help make you more at home here, and if a little stuffie did that he wont complain. It will have pride of place on the bed both here and when you finally return to Metropolis with him.

You smiled slowly bringing to toy to your chest clutching it close with one hand almost afraid of releasing it now you'd been reunited. You handt realised just how much it meant to you until you face not having him. Your other hand felt around inside the bag and come across a small book. You frowned and pulled it out then flushed seeing what it was. Who had popped that in your bag?! Surely not your parents, there must be a mistake.

You flipped it open and froze seeing your fathers broken English scribbled on the inner cover. A note to Kal.

'This help read. Kal be happy with mate, love her make family' you drew a deep breath and smiled nodding understanding what he meant. Be happy with each other, become a family.

"Ah and Clark... here this is our erm... my dad left this to you mating book... it has everything you need to know about... that" you uttered handing him the book. He froze not expecting to have anything from your parents. He looked over the words and smiled. It was your fathers blessing something he thought he'd go without. Before you could stop him he was flicking through the book scanning the pages and flushing slightly before laughing boisterously drawing his mother into the ship finally giving into her curiosity.

"Well I'll be damned you actually gave me a guide book for sex! Does it have pictures?~" he smirked closing the book and levelling you with a playful stare. You shrunk back squeezing the stuffie in your arms feeling embarrassed pursing your lips cutely.

"Oh god I don't err? Look just read it okay! Alone!" You growled at him as he still laughed finding it amusing just how flustered you got. He winked at you before quirking a brow at you then peered at the book once more.

"Oh so it does have pictures! Hmm? Must be my lucky day being given free porn" he exclaimed teasing you happy that you'd seemed to cheer up, even if you were now a little sheepish.

"I-its not porn! Its realistic sex education!" You said flapping at him well aware of the critical look Martha was casting you both.

"Well sweet heart trust me when I say I don't need much tutoring... actually I do... I need lots! But I'm better at practical~ perhaps you could squeeze in a little one on one session?" He purred leaning closer pushing his chest against you humming biting his lip nuzzling you. You shuddered and stuttered tripping over your words. It was at that moment Martha jumped into action.

"OKAY! Right that's enough lessons for one day Casanova, we can leave that conversation there" she huffed standing behind him placing her hands on her hips taking a stern stance.

"What? But ma i was just about-"

"Oh i know very well what you were just about to do son! Behave. And be glad she gave you a raunchy book." The human countered none to impressed with the way Clark seemed to be turning into a cheeky horndog.

"Its just sex education... not raunchy" you muttered quietly hanging your head with a sigh still glowing brightly at the fact everyone seemed to think you'd given him porn.

"I believe you sweety... Come on Clark lets get a move on, we will sort one shelf today then we can relax in the garden" she assured you before ordering Clark nudging him with a foot making him pout.

"But ma?" He whined suddenly transforming from eager alpha to leading child that made you giggle. He really was cute, cuter then you'd thought he'd be.

"No buts. You want to take this stuff to your little club house today don't you?" She snipped prodding him harder with her foot with a smirk.

"Fortress Ma. Its a fortress" Clark huffed rolling his eyes sending you a wink only to yip as Martha toe punched him a little harder in warning.

"Mm hmm call it what you want, when a son builds himself a hidden little mancave and only lets certain friends in, its a clubhouse. No matter how big or high-tech it is" she drolled making you chuckled at the two. It was nice having the motherly woman around even if she was struggling with the new situation you and her son were in.

"Its not a... whatever, come on you lets sort through this shelf first" Clark finally caved and stood helping you up deciding to pick his battles... he had to keep his mother sweet if he was going to convince her that you could move in with him, be it his room here or his appartment in Metropolis.

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Elain searches the woods for flowers and finds more than she ever expected. Sleeping Beauty Au

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Elain left the cottage barefooted, the soft cushion of the grass comfortable and well known to her feet. The familiar and gratifying feeling of calm earth beneath her, steady and grounding, more than enough reason to forego any sort of shoes.

Roses, Feyre had chanted, the dreamy look in her sister’s eyes persisting ever since her chance encounter with a newcomer guard at the town square, the prettiest ones you can find, please?

Elain had not the courage to tell her younger sister that she had picked fresh flowers just the day before, funny-shaped pink blooms Elain found at the lip of the stream near the border.

So, she had picked her basket - the one Nesta had gifted her on her last birthday, handmade by her older sister herself; a beautiful, intricate thing done with the hard-earned love of the hardest Archeron - and left, a spring to her step and a tune brimming in her throat.

The woods, the townspeople said, were older than the village by unaccounted years, and therefore filled with deep, wondrous and dangerous magic.

Elain, as well as her sisters, was orphaned too soon. A wasting sickness that had scourged their village had taken away both of her parents, one after the other, leaving only a nearly of age Nesta, a doe-eyed Elain, and a tear-stained Feyre.

Many years had passed since, the nebulous, all-consuming pain of the absence of their parents soothed by time. Despite her grieving, it never escaped Elain’s thoughts how lucky she was to have such wonderful people in her life: her kind neighbors; the quaint, energized people of the village, who never missed a chance for celebration; the old grouch at the square who made wooden figures just as her father once had; Feyre’s laugh, her creativity and Nesta’s attentive strength.

The woods, magical and mysterious, were a source of peace in Elain’s little life, too. A balm made of soft sunlight, fresh, perfumed breeze, and the singing quietness of wildlife.

She walked, shawl hanging on her elbows to ward off the slightest of spring chills. Elain sang to her heart’s content, a lively lyric dancing on her tongue and bouncing on the leaves of the tallest of trees, her heart soaring with each note she presented to her loved woodland.

With Feyre’s wishes in mind, Elain followed a path towards a grove, the humidity at her destination perfect for the birth of deep pink roses which best complimented Feyre’s complexion.

She crossed the sturdy old bridge that allowed passage over the river, her cottage’s mill no longer audible from where she stood.

“Hello, Mister,” Elain greeted the white, wild bunny, its twitching mustache smelling the air twice before hurrying on fast jumps towards her, a cupped palm of berries awaiting the animal’s eager mouth, allowing her to scratch its head “You’re rather famished this morning, aren’t you?” she asked. The bunny agreed with what seemed like and affirmative ear twitch before her furry friend scampered away to a nearby bush.

Then, singing about poets and kings, Elain continued her path through the meandering trees, her basket filling with dark, juicy berries - a few of them already staining her lips red - and multicolored flowers.

A bold, red little bird landed on Elain’s extended finger and enchantingly sung with her. Its melodic chirping lacing and harmonizing to the girl’s sweet voice, their impromptu duet accompanied by the rustling leaves and the gurgling stream.

How wonderful Elain felt, surrounded by nature, connecting to the air around her as if it had birthed her itself, offering it her voice. Respectfully reaping the charming flora, she found on her way, breathing their scent, befriending the forest animals, and spinning on the tip of her toes on the soft soil.

As she stopped dancing, her skirts still swishing around her calves from the last of her twirls, Elain noticed a magnificent shrub of the blooms she had braved the woods for, jewel-bright pink petals shining under sunbeams, as if the tress had organized themselves to create a spot of light for such earthly beauty.

Right then, the strangest of things happened.

With her heart jumping to her throat, beating frenetically against her ribs, Elain noticed a beautiful horse. Saddled, with a gleaming chestnut coat, dark eyes downcast, calmly munching on the grass near its hooves.

It wasn’t unheard of, horses in the woods, wild or otherwise, they were not far from the main road, but that was not what made Elain’s skin prickle with alertness.

A well-taken care horse as such must have a rider nearby.

“Samson,” called a male voice “There’s not much left to go.” The horse shuffled his legs, huffing before turning its nose away, back onto the moss.

“There will be carrots,” the voice tried again, with a tone of simulated indifference.

Caught like a fish on a hook, the horse’s great neck snapped up, looking at its rider, as if expecting the vegetable all at once. Stoic as the pair of them seemed, Elain had the impression Samson was kindly spoiled.

Elain, who could hear the rich sound of the stranger’s voice, had not yet distinguished his form in the shade beyond the grove she entered, but following the stallion’s gaze she finally sighted him.

Oh, but what a beautiful man he was.

Stranger was tall and broad-shouldered, with an old, silvery scar marking the side of his face, slitting his brow and narrowly missing his eye - which seemed to be a disconcerting shade of brown. He had the most vibrant shade of red hair she has ever seen, dark like autumn leaves and silky like water.

He was the most beautiful human she has ever seen.

Stranger, however, had yet to notice her.

And as handsome as he was, Elain was clever enough to realize that a quick, silent escape was the safest option.

Slowly, she walked one step back.

The crunch of the branch beneath her foot echoed loudly, too loudly to be confounded by an innocuous wildlife sound.

Elain couldn't raise her eyes to look at him, attention glued to the sword holstered at his hip.

“Be not afraid, lady. I’ll take my leave in a moment,” Stranger said in a placating tone, palms deliberately upraised for her benefit.

The woods turned to music at the exact moment their eyes met.

A world-altering spark of recognition lighted in her mind.

A stranger in the woods, merry music, dancing fireflies, and singing birds, trees being led by the wind as if women in a ballroom, her vision spinning, and her body lighting up like fireworks. A hand on her waist, a choreography her body must have been made for performing, such ease it was to allow it to guide her away.

Dreams, she remembered, wonderful dreams which always kept her under her covers for a moment too long, always ending way too soon, leaving longing as a dent in her pillow.

Now he was right in front of her.

“I know you,” she whispered, words slipping through her lips like birds escaping a cage, her hands shaking.

He was dressed in well-made traveling clothes, dark pants, finely done knee-length boots she had only ever glanced upon whenever wealthier people crossed the town to check on their local businesses, but those deftly dressed gentlemen couldn’t have looked better than the man even with the priciest of fineries. Elain resisted the urge to press her hands to her cheeks, heated and pink from noticing Stranger only wore a thin, unruffled poet’s shirt, - his cape and hat using the nearby trees as hangers - its open laces revealing golden skin and wisps of red hair.

Elain had never felt self-conscious of her looks or clothes, the townspeople dressing similarly to her (even if Elain herself had one of the best sewing hands in their village). Her current outfit was a simple corset with boning made out of prepped hedgehog spikes, the plain fabric embellished with neat seams and picturesque figures Elain had stitched herself; a brown, light skirt - easy to wash and easier to hide soil stains - and, what now she deemed absurd due to the grime on her nails, no slippers.

“And I, you,” he answered as in a daze, hands falling limply at his sides.

“Do you hear it?” Elain made her voice firm, lifting he chin but with her knees slightly bent, ready to run.

“Yes, my lady,” he took a step, then two, until a stretch of his arm would land his hand on her shoulder.

But he didn’t move to touch her.

Elain swallowed, the breeze cooling her body, eyes downcast, legs now motionless and nearly failing her.

“Why won’t you let me see your eyes, my lady?” She couldn’t be sure, for she knew him not, but there was pleading in his tone.

“I’m afraid, my lord, that if I look at you, I’ll awake and leave this dream,” she whispered, surprised, but not fearful, of her words. “And you’ll fly away from my grasp,”

Suddenly shy of her newly found boldness, she turned her back to him.

“I’m-" She started, voice small.

“No, please.” Elain saw a shadow over her shoulder but wouldn’t dare to guess. “Forgive me for my requests, my lady, you need not give me anything, I-”

He sounded... embarrassed.

She found it endearing.

The song of the woods shifted to a village rhythm she knew well.

“Dance with me,” he called.

A gasp fell freely from her mouth, the ghost of a touch on her hand.

Slowly, she turned back to face him and realized her mistake.

His eyes were not brown, but a vibrant russet shade, complimenting his hair better. Elain had heard only the continent bred humans with the most varied and colorful bodies.

“I forgive you,” she mouthed, her throat no longer functional.

There were callouses on his palms if from holding reins or sword fighting, she couldn’t determine, but they were so gentle against her skin she barely put any mind to it.

A blast of sound surrounded them, as if the song recognized their meeting, rejoicing in their movements, magnifying their volume to ensconce the pair of them in a cloud of magic. Elain allowed her stranger to spin and lead her in the dance of her dreams.

She couldn’t help to laugh and smile and giggle as they swayed in impossibly rehearsed arrangements, his wide, carefree, delighted grin pouring sunshine into her chest.

Time turned to a growing bloom, following the natural, slow, unpreoccupied pace of life. A hundred dances thrummed with them while the small pointer of the square clock circled once.

At that time, the resounding, deep clang of the church’s bell chiming twelve times broke through the magic steering the couple.

Elain ceased her steps, the pang of reality downing on her face, awareness washing the enchanted fog in her mind.

She let go of Stranger’s hand, the melodies dimming to a quiet hum, tempting her as a distance siren song,

“I must go,” she told him, yet unable to move.

“So soon?” he asked earnestly, arms lovingly tightening around her waist, not caging, only a gentle embrace.

“Oh, please, I must have my leave. Your lordship certainly has somewhere to be. I don’t even know what to call you-“ she babbled in a rush.

Stranger pressed his nose to the sliver of skin above her neck line, as if he couldn’t help himself, as if she were a saint and he a devotee. Elain lost the breath in her lungs, head lulling back, her words cutting themselves short.

“It’s yours,” his lips brushed the slope of her neck, “My name, my heart, my soul. It’s all yours. I’m Luc-“

Hurriedly, Elain lifted his head and pressed her pointer and middle finger to his mouth, “You must not tell me your name,”

“I heard your voice,” he admitted, a portrait of hope in his face, gently grasping her wrist “I deviated from the road to look for the angel whose song I was lucky to listen. But the singing stopped, as it was never there in the first place,”

“The woods have a mind of their own” she whispered to herself, eyes roaming around as if searching.

“I found you once I let Samson rest for a moment,” he continued, uninterrupted, as though afraid she would vanish in a poof of light.

“Please, my lady. Can’t you see? One is never to deny a gift from the Gods,”

“Are you a believer, Stranger?”

“Now, I am,” he said, his gaze unfaltering, “Will you allow me to reveal my name to your Ladyship?”

“I’m no lady,” she said, taking her hand from the warmth of his, regretting it immediately, “I must have my leave,” How would she explain her tardiness to Nesta? Oh, how reckless she was acting.

“At least allow me to take you to your home, my lady,”

Elain knew deep in her gut as clearly as she knew the color of the sky and the name of her favorite flowers that he would never hurt her.

But her oldest sister warning echoed in her conscience, coiling its limbs around her, refraining her voice.

The universe, it seemed, understood her decision.

Samson let out a loud neigh, attracting her love’s attention for just long enough.

“I’ll see you in my dreams,” she promised as he turned around to watch his horse.

And ran away, deep into the woods.

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The Folk & Fairy Tales of Azeroth Lore Facts

Editor’s Note: “Some of the tales you’ll encounter here may be rooted in canon, or they may be another traveler just telling a tall tale.”

Eyes of the Earth Mother

Though the Earth Mother heard the whispers of the Old Gods, she could not be swayed by them (13).

Pregnant, the Earth Mother sought a place away from the Old Gods’ corruptive influence to give birth to her children. Unable to find such a place, however, she decided to shape the world and, in doing so, create her own safe haven (14).

All of Azeroth’s lands, waters, and even the elements themselves came forth at this moment. They were suffused with enough of the Earth Mother’s essence so soon after their inception that they kept the Old Gods’ powers at bay (14).

The Earth Mother gave birth to twins: first An’she, a beacon of life and warmth, then came Mu’sha, who was to bring rest, tranquility, and healing. The elements called them the “sun” and the “moon” (15).

Eventually, both An’she and Mu’sha developed connections with the elements. An’she found himself able to wield the light and warmth of fire while Mu’sha maintained some control over the tides and winds (15-16).

The twins even went so far as to use the elements to create weapons to spar with. Mu’sha opted for a bow and arrow, whereas An’she’s weapon of choice was a set of blades (16).

To keep her children safe from the Old Gods’ ever-present influence while she slept, the Earth Mother took both An’she and Mu’sha up into her eyes. Their power was so great that she had to keep one eye open at all times (16).

This, however, meant that Azeroth no longer received An’she’s warmth or Mu’sha’s guidance of the wind while the Earth Mother rested. Cold slowly spread across the land and blizzards raged until she finally woke again (18).

The Earth Mother’s cycle between periods of sleep and awakening would come to form the basis of the seasons as we know them, with her time of work the summer and her time of rest the winter (18).

As the twins grew in power, they developed the ability to bring on the change of seasons at will, though they took care to do it slowly and give the world time to adjust. As the Earth Mother rested, An’she and Mu’sha continued to tend to Azeroth from behind her eyes (19).

After waking at one point, the Earth Mother found that there was new life walking the earth. Plucking wheat from the plains to sprinkle over them, the Earth Mother called them “Shu’halo,” - the tauren (19).

Just as the Earth Mother taught her children, both An’she and Mu’sha taught the Shu’halo in the ways of the elements and caring for the land (20).

When the Earth Mother next slept, however, the Old Gods extended their influence to the tauren, causing them to grow violent and turn on their own kind (20).

Saddened to see the tauren fall to such corruption, the Earth Mother shed a single tear. She realized that the land was no longer able to hold the Old Gods’ power at bay, meaning anything it touched could be corrupted (21).

Knowing that she was not safe for her children anymore because of her own connection to the land, the Earth Mother removed An’she and Mu’sha from her eyes and laid down in despair (21-22).

The single tear that the Earth Mother had shed became a blue baby, later named “Lo’sho,” or the Blue Child (22, 24).

Seeking to put an end to the Old Gods after what they had done to the tauren and the despair they instilled in their mother, An’she and Mu’sha fought against some of the eldritch beings’ manifestations. During the battle, An’she was wounded grievously. Though Mu’sha sought to heal him with wind and water, he continued to bleed (24).

The Earth Mother, stirred by her distant children’s dismay, eventually found her way to them. She urged them to take Lo’sho and go to the heavens so they could protect Azeroth from above, while the Earth Mother chose to root herself in the earth and prevent the Old Gods from ever claiming her children (26-27).

Mu’sha, the moon, continues to follow An’she closely across the sky so she can keep tending to his wounds (26).

One Small Tuskarr

The tuskarr etch their clan and family symbols into their tusks. Though this is customary, some do engrave other symbols - such as marks indicating deeds of great distinction - into their tusks as well (32, 36).

The catch master, who weighs the tuskarr’s catches, has a counting staff adorned with cords in the colors of each of the clan’s active fishermen. In accordance with how big a tuskarr’s haul of fish is, the catch master ties a single knot or more into their respective cord. These knots can be traded for tools, weapons, and coins, among other things (32-33).

A single knot is customary for those who meet basic requirements, while additional knots are allotted to those who catch more (33).

One can also earn knots from other tasks, such as fine embroidery, though they do so at a much slower rate than those who fish (38).

Food is shared equally among the tuskarr (33).

The tuskarr perform nomadic journeys that take them to various kalu’ak towns. While the fishers take their own boats, most of the mothers, adolescents, and children trek across the ice (34).

Fishing practices are passed down from parent to child. Though it is unclear if that is “law,” some of the tuskarr refuse to teach others to fish if they are not their own blood, going so far as to withhold information about the currents and places fish gather (36).

Tuskarr sometimes dye their moustaches (36).

It never gets fully dark in Northrend (38).

Oacha’noa is the tuskarr’s deity of both the sea and wisdom. Her symbol is that of a kraken (39).

The spearhead on most tuskarr weapons is made of sharpened bone (42).

A type of manta ray known as the stargazer can be found in Northrend’s waters (44).

The tuskarr can survive in water so cold it would kill other races native to Azeroth in mere minutes (45).

The tuskarr typically fly kites for fun, though they have been known to use them to send signals to others at great distances (48).

Lay Down My Bones

According to Vulpera beliefs, the first of their kind was born from the magic of the desert. Though they are a nomadic people, an old tale about an artifact called the Wailing Bone claims the desert calls their bodies back to where they began when they die. To ensure they find their way back, the vulpera follow the Wailing Bone (55-56).

Once one of their own has passed, it is customary for the next of kin to carry the bone at the head of the caravan while the vulpera wander in search of the proper place to bury them. The journey may take anywhere from days to weeks, but when the Wailing Bone begins to cry, the vulpera know they have found their loved one’s final resting place (56, 61).

A poem is carved into the Wailing Bone: “Wander, roam; bring me home, / Down paths at my behest; / Among the stones, lay down my bones, / So I, at last, may rest”. Few can read the script it is written in, but most all vulpera can recite it from heart (54).

Two vulpera, frustrated at their inability to find their elder’s final resting place, neglected their duty and left his corpse in a river in the hopes that it would bring him there for them. Refusing to obey the Wailing Bone caused it to crack. From that night on, the vulpera of the caravan found themselves cursed for failing to heed the Wailing Bone (62, 65).

Cracking under the pressure of the curse, the two negligent vulpera ultimately died gruesome deaths at each other’s hands. One of their bones was made into the next Wailing Bone (65).

A caravan always needs a Wailing Bone (65).

The Uninvited Guest

One goblin adage goes like so: “Every great goblin invention was born from necessity, bubble gum, or an accident” (69).

The goblins have a nursery rhyme: “In the dark of night and bright of day, / Keep in your hand a tossaway. / Guard your fortune, mind your greed, / Or else the Uninvited Guest will feed” (70).

The Uninvited Guest is a goblin boogeyman of sorts who is attracted by greed so egregious it offends even the dead. It is incorporeal, invisible, and has the ability to move through walls (76).

The Uninvited Guest feeds off of greed, but it can never be satisfied. It will latch onto its host like an invisible parasite to feed, inciting strange charitable behavior in them until they have given away all of their earthly possessions (76-79).

A “tossaway” is a shiny gold-painted coin stamped with the face of the very first trade prince. These fake coins get their name from the way goblins quite literally toss them away in a symbolically superstitious act to protect themselves and their fortunes from the Uninvited Guest (70, 74).

Tossaways were invented by Slixi Boompowder, the wife of one of the former trade princes of the Steamwheedle Cartel, after her own run-in with the Uninvited Guest. She only escaped from it because she distracted it with actual gold galleons, which inspired her to create the tossaways (83).

Legend has it that the Uninvited Guest still roams Azeroth to this day, looking to feed off of hapless greedy goblins (84).

Klaxz Boompowder was one of the former trade princes of the Steamwheedle Cartel. His rival was Rikter Hogsnozzle, the trade prince of the Bilgewater Cartel (70-71).

Tradition dictates that goblins are buried with their most valuable possessions so they can enjoy them at the Everlasting Party, the goblin afterlife. They are then given burial gifts by other goblins from their own riches, though most goblins are too greedy to truly part with anything important (73).

Once the coffin is sealed, goblins dance on top of it to usher the deceased on to the Everlasting Party (75).

Prominent goblins typically serve as pallbearers while goblins contractually obligated to serve as pack mules carry the rear (75).

The goblins used to employ golden galleons as their form of currency, but it fell out of fashion. Nowadays, they are incredibly rare and expensive (74-75).

Trolls have a tale about an invisible evil that sucks the souls from living beings and leaves them mad. It can only be seen in the light of a full moon (80).

Sister is Another Word For Always

Vereesa felt Sylvanas’ death at the hands of Arthas the moment it happened (89-90).

Sylvanas’ eyes were gray as a high elf (91).

In the midst of her sorrow at her sister’s death, Vereesa sought many escapes. At first she tried to sleep, but when rest and forgetfulness would not come, she embarked on a journey across deserts and forests with little in the way of proper food or nourishment except that which she found (90, 93).

It is very possible Vereesa perished at some point on this journey, for she came across a spirit healer, though she was told it was not yet her time. The spirit healer offered Vereesa a deal: if she could bring her the willing soul of Sylvanas without ever touching her, the spirit healer would restore her to life (96-97).

When Sylvanas first died at the hands of Arthas, it seems as though the Arbiter sent her to Ardenweald (98-99).

After she struggles to locate her sister in Ardenweald, Vereesa is inadvertently pulled into the Maw. There, she still has difficulty finding her, and is told by the Jailer that Sylvanas is not there - at least, not yet. He then urges her to leave, telling her she does not belong there (99, 102-103).

Eventually, Vereesa spots a silver glimmer she knows to be Sylvanas, though it is only a fragment of her soul (103-104).

Before she can escape with the soul of her sister, the Jailer stops Vereesa and inadvertently tricks her into touching Sylvanas, rendering her deal with the spirit healer null and void (106).

At the end of this journey, Vereesa awakes at the foot of a statue, her memory of the experience hazy (109).

The Paladin’s Beast

Uther is originally from Stratholme (117).

Introduced as a fable beloved by the princelings and princesses of Lordaeron, the Paladin’s Beast is a tale that follows a young Uther as he finds himself in a mysterious and unfamiliar land. Determined to prove himself and bring back a prize to his fellow paladins, Uther joins a tournament put on by a foreign kingdom despite the protests of its princess. Though he is a strong warrior, she insists the beast of the tournament kills every knight who challenges it. Still, Uther refuses to back down, confident that his faith in the Light will give him the strength he needs to prevail. However, the princess’ words hold true, as every knight who goes to fight the beast before him perishes. When it is his turn, Uther decides to stay his hammer rather than fight, remembering the princess’ words. The beast withdraws, defeated by his act of compassion. It is revealed afterward as Uther goes for his prize that the princess actually was the beast all along, cursed to fight in the tournament for disobeying her father and breaking the royal lineage. She casts a spell on Uther, making it so that when he returns to Lordaeron, he will not remember anything of who she was or his experience there until the day he finds himself in a fiery field. Though the fable ends there, it is said that Uther dreamt of the silver kingdom and its princess for many years to come. It was not until his final moments, trying to fell a beast with weapons rather than compassion, that he would fully remember the princess and her story (111-127).

For Lies and Liberty

Most undead do not get all of their memories back immediately once they are raised (or given free will). It takes time and encouragement (133-134).

On the long-standing issue of whether or not undead have ichor or blood running through their veins, it appears one Jeremiah Pall still has blood in his body, though it has stopped moving on account of his still heart (134).

The story of the “Fearless Flyer” - a man known as Captain Whitney - is famous among some of the Alliance forces. According to the man himself, Whitney and his outfit had been fighting orcs for months to no avail when he hatched a bold plan to launch himself by catapult into their camp and take them by surprise, hence the nickname the “Fearless Flyer”. This story, unfortunately, turned out to be nothing but hyperbole. As it stands, a drunk Whitney accidentally got tangled up in nets, fell in the catapult, and was unceremoniously flung into the orcish camp. Believing themselves to be under attack, the orcs retaliated and killed most of the unsuspecting humans while Captain Whitney hid (136, 142).

Stones, Moss, and Tears

Though female elves traditionally mark their faces after they have achieved a rite of passage, they can continue to add embellishments to commemorate any further deeds (155).

At least one kaldorei lorekeeper was charged with knowing the name of every Sentinel and recording details of their more noteworthy battles (156).

The Bloomblade druids were one of the oldest, unbroken lines of night elf druids (158).

A species of insect known as glowmoths migrate through Mount Hyjal every autumn (164).

The Embrace

The White Lady and the Sun were charged with keeping watch over Azeroth as it dreamed (171, 176).

Though she loved the people of Azeroth dearly, the White Lady found herself growing lonely and in want of a family (173).

The moon cycles are thought to be the White Lady turning away and hiding her face in her sorrow, though she would always look back upon Azeroth to watch over it (174).

It is said that the White Lady loved Azeroth and its denizens so much that a child - the Blue Child - was born of that love (174-175).

The Blue Child, ever curious, began asking the White Lady questions about the mortals that weighed on her heart, as she could not answer (176).

One night the White Lady woke up to find the Blue Child gone. Unable to find her, she swore off her charge until the Blue Child was returned to her (177-178).

Without her guidance, the planet sped up and the tides ceased. The White Lady was only convinced to return to her duty after the Sun urged her, telling her the Blue Child might return if she had the moonlight to guide her (178).

The White Lady began to glow even more brightly over time in the hopes that her child would see, her light quickly growing to rival that of the Sun’s. This, too, caused problems, for crops burned and navigators could not see the stars to travel by (179).

Upon seeing the terrible effect this was having on Azeroth’s denizens, the White Lady dimmed her light and retreated (181).

The Blue Child ultimately returned from her long travels to her mother. They embraced in the sky, creating a beautiful eclipse (182).

Ever curious, the Blue Child was bound to grow restless again and leave for the stars, but the White Lady knew she would always return (183).

When the moon turns red, it is a sign of her anger (177).

Why the Mermaids Left Boralus

Back when Kul Tiras was still a Gilnean colony, Boralus had hardly any walls or structures protecting it from the wind or sea. More often than not, when the Great Sea churned at the city’s edge, it took houses, ships, and even men down into its depths. So many would drown in these incidents that those remaining covered them with weighted nets, causing them to sink to the seafloor (187-188, 190).

Many of the roads out of Boralus flooded during great storms, making it deadly to try to leave the city on foot or by ship (198).

The Kul Tirans declined to build a seawall for fear that it would have done nothing and also because repairing it after a storm would have been just as dangerous as the storms themselves (188).

Most of Boralus’ early inhabitants were seamen of some sort, whether fishers, sea priests, sailors, or pearl-divers (188).

During storms, the tidesages would act as a makeshift seawall and use their power to cut the waves before they made it deeper into the harbor (199).

Mermaids appeared quite openly near Boralus in its early days. Though they lived much deeper than most could naturally dive, they liked to sit on the rocks and watch ships go by, among other things. Most lived in temples beneath the sea that belonged to Kul Tiras’ former inhabitants (189, 191).

According to superstition, sighting a mermaid was bad luck and presaged many inauspicious things including a doomed voyage, a brutal winter, and poor fishing. They were also seen as the harbingers of storms (189-190).

Tidesages were (and still are) always the first and last to disembark from a ship. As a result, they usually went down with their ships (191).

The tidesages’ unrivaled dedication, combined with the frequency of drownings and shipwrecks, often meant they died young (191).

Mermaids are spawned from eggs and leave no corpses when they die (191, 203).

The mermaids had very little understanding of the Kul Tirans’ mistrust towards them (191).

Mermaids have some power over the rocks and water - granted to them by the Tidemother from birth -, but they use it sparingly because it is finite. Once a mermaid runs out of magic, they die. As a result, mermaids can live up to five hundred years (192).

Mermaids consider sirens lazy and murlocs deplorable (192).

According to legend, the bubble seaweed in Boralus Harbor is actually discarded pearls. A mermaid by the name of Halia fell in love with a tidesage and kept secretly gifting them to her as a token of her affection. The tidesage, Ery, was far too pragmatic for such a gift and dumped the pearls back in the water every time (195).

The mermaids believe that the Tidemother will give tails to those who slit their feet from toes to heels and walk into the harbor at dawn (197).

According to legend, Boralus’ great stone seawall was formed through the combined efforts of dozens of mermaids and one lone tidesage. A virulent tempest had come upon Boralus one day, taking men and ships alike with it. Though the city’s tidesages gathered to push back the waves, all but one were lost to the storm over the course of five long days. The last remaining tidesage, Ery, persisted despite her exhaustion while the mermaid Halia, too afraid to watch her lover perish, began using her own magic to craft a seawall. Though the storm repeatedly broke it down, her fellow mermaids joined her, ultimately expending their magic and sacrificing themselves to raise a wall so grand it towered over even the mightiest of ships and waves. Ery herself nearly died after this, though Halia saved her by invoking the Tidemother. She cut Ery’s feet from toes to heels and dragged her into the harbor, performing the ritual necessary for her transformation into a mermaid (198-203).

All but one of the mermaids - Ery notwithstanding - perished to save Boralus, which is why none are seen there today (204-205).

As a result, the sailors of Boralus now see mermaids as a symbol of the highest honor, good luck, and sacrifice (205).

During calm sunsets when the red of the sky is reflected in the harbor, sailors refer to it as “Ery’s blood,” after the tidesage who fought the storm so valiantly. Ery’s blood is a sign of good weather to come (205).

The Courageous Kobold and the Wickless Candle

Kobolds tell a sleep-time story (209).

Kobold families live together in caves. They have their own nests, but congregate in common areas for stories, among other things (210).

Some time ago, the Whiskersnoot kobold tunnels crumbled, submerging the Whiskersnoots in total darkness. They lived like that for generations, having decided it was no longer safe to dig higher after the cave-in. This spawned a saying: “Never pick above your snout, else the darkness snuff you out!” (210-211).

Granny Whiskersnoot, however, dug just a little bit upward every day until one day she broke through to a light above. She intended to lead the other kobolds to it, but could never find her way back through the tunnels again. It wasn’t until her granddaughter persisted in finding it that they made their way back above ground (211, 222).

The kobolds think of the sun as a “Wickless Candle” (211).

Visage Day

On a dragon’s Visage Day, they choose what mortal form they will take. This is significant, as it shows the Aspects trust them to adopt the guise of one of the mortal races and walk among them. It is the dragons’ hope that through choosing a form to embody and relate to mortals, the more mortals can understand dragons in turn (228, 234).

Onyxia, on the other hand, maintains dragons choose visages that allow them to control the mortals (241).

In accordance with tradition, the Visage Day ceremony occurs on the uppermost level of Wyrmrest Temple. Each of the Aspects are usually present for members of their own dragonflight, though Alexstrasza herself has been known to officiate on occasion. It is also customary for each flight to send emissaries (243).

During the ceremony, all attendant dragons take their own mortal forms in honor of the dragon whose Visage Day it is (245).

Before they publicly choose their form, the dragon in question traditionally makes a proclamation (245).

The Visage Day ceremony can be delayed (244).

Nozdormu has helped many bronze dragons prepare for their own Visage Day (230).

When Nozdormu sits in the sands at the heart of the Bronze Dragonshine, intricate patterns form around him (233).

Both Kalecgos and Chromie performed a short incantation to assume their mortal forms, though Nozdormu did not appear to need to (234, 236, 246).

Kalecgos says that he chose a half-elf form - which he calls a “blend of mortal worlds” - in order to symbolize his own attempt to blend together the dragon and human worlds (237).

Onyxia, on the other hand, opted to take the form of a beautiful human woman to better manipulate mortals (241).

The dragons often go by nicknames in their mortal forms because they find their full names sound too formal to humans (238).

The drakonid were fashioned by the dragons to be helpful and loyal (238).

The black dragonflight practices how best to inflict pain (239).

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