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20 - Roses in Full Bloom

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The cold of the morning disrupted Daleon’s dreams. She saw the empty side of the bed next to hers, and the drawn curtains revealed the glaring sun high on the sky. Despite how late it was for the lady of the house, she wished to succumb further into the warmth of the covers.

Sensations of the night before filled her mind, warming her from the inside out. Gab’s kisses were like fire on her skin. She traced a finger over her neck and collar bone, trying to replicate the tenderness. There was still much she had to understand of the intimacy of the marital bed, and it was safe to assume their curiosities and desires were mutual, but her curiosity was getting the better of her in accompaniment to the phantom touches. She trailed her hand lower, finding even the gentle glide of her hand across her stomach exciting. She stopped on the inside of her thigh, hesitant to touch any further. But even hovering near it made it tingle. She could only imagine what she would actually feel if she touched it - if Gab touched it.

If Gab suddenly decided to barge in, it would be the end of her. And yet, she begged to think maybe he would indulge her in her growing fantasies. She ought to be ashamed of herself. She retracted her hand, sat up, and rang for her maid to assist her with her dress. Adorned in a lavender ensemble with bits of her hair pulled up into a small bun, she set out to find her husband and their guests.

All was quiet on the second floor, and she wondered if the others were still asleep or had gone elsewhere. She saw Fauta in the hall, dressed in only his night shirt and pajamas. She thought to say good morning, but he did not see her. Instead, he went into another room across the hall. She remembered it to be Peggy’s. She approached the door, thinking to stop him from disturbing Peggy, but there were no sounds of alarm. Curious, she tiptoed closer and peeked through a small crack in the door. No one was in sight, but she could hear from somewhere in the room, the two viscounts.

“I should have locked it,” said Peggy.

“Or perhaps, you left it unlocked for me?”

There was laughter, mostly Fauta’s. She couldn’t quite see what was happening. There were a few bumps and knocks, and what she recognized as gasps. She waited, and then they came into view. Fauta trapped Peggy in his arms and kissed him. Harshly, Daleon might have added, with the way he squirmed in Fauta’s hold. And yet when they parted for air, Peggy did not push him away or hit him. Instead, he leaned up again for another - and that was the catalyst of it all. Fauta licked Peggy’s lips, sliding his tongue down his throat and over his Adam’s apple, pressing harsh kisses and suckles to the column of his neck. Peggy - who in Daleon’s memory had never been extremely vocal - moaned at Fauta’s ministrations. The sounds made her heart pound.

“We really should stop doing this,” said Peggy. But it was obvious to the three of them that those words were futile.

Fauta carried Peggy by his thighs towards the window sill, where he set Peggy down, limiting Daleon’s vision to only Fauta’s back. They kissed again, this time with the clear addition of tongues intertwining. It was a ghastly sight for certain, and yet Daleon could not find it in herself to walk away. And then Fauta pulled down his breeches. Daleon gasped in shock, and quickly covered her mouth to hide her voice. She should have looked away by now, but there was something enamoring in the way they touched each other. And how foreign it was too, considering she had never seen them interact. How long had they been seeing each other like this for them to be so vulnerable? A few moments later, Peggy’s breeches were discarded on the floor, and long, slender legs crossed behind Fauta’s back, pulling him closer towards him.

Daleon could not catch what they were doing. They only whispered into each other’s ears and kissed each other languidly. Peggy threw his head back, giving Fauta more opportunities to kiss his neck. Peggy reciprocated the affections - and it seemed Fauta was doing something to him as Peggy gasped and moaned beneath him. She had never seen Peggy make that face before. They were swaying, almost dancing, in complete and utter bliss with their bout of sensual affections.

“I must have you, Peggy.” She heard Fauta say.

“Then be quick. The others are already awake.”

Fauta adjusted himself, then angled himself towards Peggy’s behind, something Daleon could not see. There came a great big sigh, and they came skin to skin. And then there was rhythm. They moved toward and away from each other, slowly at first, before picking speed. As quickly as it began, it ceased. Daleon saw Peggy with his mouth agape, silently screaming and clawing at Fauta’s back that it began to redden. The two men slumped slightly over the other, as if a great fatigue hit them. Peggy embraced him and cradled Fauta’s head in his hands. They kissed once more, and Daleon gently clicked the door close to leave them to their debauchery. She was not entirely sure what to do, and it was certainly none of her business, but the way they did it sent her mind reeling, and she could not help but envision the one person who she desperately wished to seize her in that position.

She felt her face warm tremendously, and her head began to swim at the rush of information. It was not difficult to imagine Gab doing those things to her, and how enjoyable it could feel. Her fingers twitched.

Gab felt the air was somehow sweeter that day, and the sun much fairer. Of course, it did not matter in the slightest. In fact, it was preposterous. Nothing needed to change simply because he was beginning to accept Daleon’s affections, or the fact that he no longer wished to deny them, or the fact that he was now thinking of her as often as he did and wishing to reciprocate those affections—

He busied himself that morning to occupy his thoughts with something else. He oversaw the remaining decorations and purchases needed for the ball (which was to happen in a day’s time), loosening Daleon’s schedule and his own in the process. She should be awake by now - unless she intended to sleep in the morning, then the day would have to continue without her.

A knock at the door alleviated his worries. “Gabriel?” Her voice pierced through the wood.

“I’m here, Daleon.”

She wore a lavender dress today. Never mind how he now paid attention to it. It crumpled and wrinkled under her fist. They greeted each other, but she did not approach him to give him her morning kiss.

“Is everything alright?”

“Yes. I—“ She trembled. Then as if realizing how she presented herself, she calmed, and straightened her dress. She swallowed. “I was simply admiring you.”

Even the way she looked at him was different now. Still, he gave her the benefit of the doubt. He walked over to her, took her face in his hands, and kissed her. She let out a surprised gasp, but melted into him, allowing herself to be wrapped in his arms. The way her cheeks turned red delighted him so, he was sure he was making the same face. For once, Daleon could not respond, she only leaned in towards him, remaining in his embrace.

“That is different.”

“I thought we were easing each other into it,”

“Yes. We are.” She wrapped her arms around him and squeezed. “Are you alright with it now? Being affectionate with me?”

“I might need some more time,” he said. “Until I feel it is as natural as breathing. And then perhaps we may…”

He did not need to say it. He felt Daleon nod her head.

“I promised to take you into town once we settled in,” he said, wishing to change the subject.

She nodded eagerly. “Will we go today?”

“Yes.”

They stayed there for a while. Gab was sure Daleon could hear his heart pounding - but he wanted her to hear it. It was hers now, after all. God forbid he should ever say that out loud. Footfalls echoed across the landing of the second floor, faint, but enough for Gab to tense at them.

“Come now, our guests are waiting for us.”

She reluctantly pulled away with a pout on her lips. Gab offered his arm, and she clung to him, resting her head on his shoulder as they walked down past a servant who glanced at them happily as she carried towels to the rooms. It was not comfortable, and he ended up correcting her as they came into the dining hall. All eyes were on them, some in shock, and some fond.

“I never thought I’d see the day dear old Gab would be so smitten,” said Roush. “Marriage has truly changed you.”

Gab glared at him, and were it not for Daleon holding his arm so tightly, he would have lunged for the man and hit him. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He pushed the words through clenched teeth.

“You look like a lovely couple,” Dancel replied with a teasing tone.

“Now, now, before Gab gets angry,” said Roush. “I was going to propose we go on a hunt. Some fresh air will clear our minds before the big night tomorrow, yes?”

Gab heaved a sigh, grateful for the change in conversation. “I believe I’m a little ill-equipped for a hunt, but luckily,” he glanced at Daleon. “I had plans to be out today.”

The party left Esther Hall shortly after breakfast, riding on horseback to Edengrove’s modest town of Bertrand. There, life was predominantly rural and cozy. Commonly populated by the bourgeois, but still overseen by the handful of aristocrats, most of the duchy’s income came from farm work and occasional gardening services and goods. The lifestyle of domestic farming and the aesthetics of the period laid down by the previous king still influenced the town, with its clay-tiled roofs and cobblestoned bricks. Three farm mills were spotted on the horizon over a hill, one of which belonged to Gab’s family. The other two belonged to an earl and a count who lived in London. Gab saw that a few farm-masters tended to it in their absence. As Gab and his party walked and weaved through the shepherds and merchants, making their business in stalls or well-kept shops, cattle and flocks often crossed their path. Daleon thought it akin a fairy-land.

For the town, the sight of their solitary Duke was rare, and naturally, its denizens were abuzz at his presence and of his wife’s. No one approached their party, but they stared at them. Gab’s hold on Daleon’s arm tightened. “Do not stray far from me,” he whispered. His gaze casted wearily on the townsfolk, but if he had looked, Daleon had an amused smile on her face. “I am glued to your side, dear.”

Fauta and Roush disappeared into a shop with a swinging sign of a deer’s antlers attached to a plaque of wood that bore no name, but had the clear engraving of a gun. Beside it was a toy boutique, with stuffed animals and wooden soldiers lining the window. Daleon’s eyes drew to a particular toy: a wool-bunny with a pink bow. Dancel peered in with her.

“It looks just like the one I bought for you when you were little,” he said.

“Indeed it does. Will you buy it for me again?”

Dancel laughed. “I spoil you too much.”

“I jest. I’m well past the age of wanting stuffed animals.”

“You’re never too old for the enjoyments of your childhood. There are many who would willingly pay a hefty price to return to those days. But I suppose you are right. It will be less for you, and more for your future.” He gave Gab a knowing glance, before turning to join Roush inside the hunter’s shop at his behest.

Gab stared at the wool-y creature, barely noticing how Daleon slipped away from his hold for a moment to inquire with the shopkeeper. He cast a quick glance at her, then motioned for Keith to come to him.

After their brief patronage, the party rode for half an hour or so until they reached a clearing nearing a cliff-side. A fallen stone fort from some siege centuries ago lay in ruins near the edge of the rock. Its stone walls had all nearly crumbled, with the passing of time, save for a few foundational bricks that jutted out of the ground, blanketed in moss and other forms of wild flora thriving through its cracks. It barely had significance for them now, merely acting as a lonesome reminder of a past that no one there had any recollection of. Spanning seven acres near this ruined fort, was a forest home to tall and lush pine and birch trees where the gentry of Edengrove made as their hunting grounds. The wind howled at their arrival, sending a few birds fluttering off into the powder blue sky.

“Gabriel,” Fauta shouted, his voice ricocheted over the cliff. “Coming to join us?”

“And leave Daleon alone? You must think me daft.”

Fauta chuckled. “You are the epitome of devotion, dear cousin. Well, I suppose that leaves the four of us. Shall we make it a game?”

Roush perked at the suggestion. “A game of who shoots the most?”

It was here Daleon began to think that hunting was a ghastly thing. “The poor birds,” she muttered under her breath.

“If Mika was here, they wouldn’t hear the end of it,” added Gab. “Can’t help it if our monarchy finds it a sport.”

The gentlemen continued with their discussion. “We’ll split up in pairs,” said Fauta. “You can accompany your beloved Dancel, and I will be with my beloved Peggy.”

Daleon glanced at Peggy. After that unexpected morning, it was easy to tell then and there how they were affectionate with each other, perhaps even more than society was willing to realize. Their shy glances, the way they drew closer to each other when they thought they weren’t being observed, the way Peggy looked and felt like a different person. How mysterious their relationship was, and to such a passionate degree too. Why had Peggy not said anything about it?

“I’m not a very good shot,” Peggy replied. Fauta gave him a pat on the shoulder, and after deciding to regroup at the same spot after the next hour or two, their kills would be tallied, and the victor declared. The men wandered off into the forest, leaving Daleon and Gab to tend to themselves.

A small patch of daisies sprouted against the stone and grass near the ruins where the couple were expected to wait. Gab had been smart enough to bring a pocket book to read as he sat by the stones. Daleon gathered a small bundle of the daisies, and sat beside Gab as he read. With nimble fingers, she began to pick off their roots cleanly, until only the stems and the flowers remained. She took them by threes, and began braiding the stems. She added more and more to the braids until it began to form a small but sturdy rope with the flowers neatly arranged in a row. Gab watched her, admiring the way she worked.

“I used to make these crowns for Dancel and Ergon when we were little,” she said. "My mother and father too. It was one of the few things I learned from them, strangely enough.”

Gab closed his book. “This is the first time I’ve heard you mention your mother.”

“They are not too happy memories. I barely remember her now.”

“Do you know what happened to her?”

She shook her head. “I know not if she is alive or dead. My memories are…fuzzy.”

Fleeting images began to surface. A small row-house in the German country-side, dark emerald wallpaper, her and Ergon running up and down the steps in a game of chase, the strong smell of tobacco. Shouts. Quite a few of them. Something about money. Strange how she kept those memories at bay for so long. Gab must have realized how vague she was being. Did he think differently of her now?

He shrugged at her remark. “I suppose we are the same in not wishing to remember what once was.”

“But you had such a wonderful family, or at least so the servants say.”

“I did. And that is why it is too painful to remember.” Gab looked distant, staring beyond the rolling hills from where they sat and finding Bertrand in full view. The small red and brown-tiled roofs gave a sense of comfort, and further still - Esther Hall standing like a fort all its own. In many ways, this was kingdom. How frightened was Gab when his parents passed to realize all that was his responsibility?

“You must miss them terribly,” said Daleon.

He looked at her. “Do you miss yours?”

The answer caught in her throat. She did not want to say ‘yes’, but neither did she wish to say ‘no’.

“Regardless,” Gab took her hand and patted it. “Your past may not have been beautiful, but you are.”

She did not expect to hear that from him. Fire and sparks raced through her arm from where Gab held her hand. He kissed it, and held it close to his cheek. “We can make new memories with us, and our children.”

Her eyes must have been deceiving her. Was she still in bed, dreaming? “Were you secretly such an affectionate man this entire time?”

He looked up at her, his trademark look of contempt easily overthrown by the tomato-rednesss of his cheeks and ears. “You are my wife. I should be allowed to be affectionate with you whenever I please. Appropriately, of course.”

She huffed, crossing her arms. “Now I truly wish you had courted me…” What other delightful things could they have done, if they were as in love as they seemed to be? She found herself reminiscing a past that never existed.

“Please,” Gab rolled his eyes, the red began to fade. “If we had courted the traditional way, you would have likely tried to find some excuse to get me alone and kiss me all the same.”

He was right. “Am I…truly that predictable?”

“So you admit it?”

Having nothing to retort, Daleon returned to her task, pouting at first. But her discontent instantly grew into affection and adoration, that she grinned from ear to ear. They say together in silence, with nothing but the wind whistling through the blades of grass, setting dandelions in flight. Daleon quickly found rhythm in her work, and soon, she completed her crown, adorned to the brim with daisies.

“For you, my prince.” She got on her knees and placed it on his head, tucking his hair behind his ear.

He looked up at it and muttered a “Thank you.”

She leaned in to kiss him, but yelped at the sudden boom of a shot gun deep within the dense woods. Birds cawed and flew above their heads, retreating to the skies and over the mountains. Daleon put a hand to her chest, her heart pounding wildly against her sternum. Gab caught her, and pulled her close to him, sheltering her from whatever harm could befall her. He clicked his tongue.

“I doubt we’ll be able to enjoy each other’s company with them around,” he said. “Did you see how they teased us this morning?”

She laughed and cuddled up to him, savoring his warmth. He smelled of oak and pine, and she loved it so, she breathed deeply. “It’ll only be for one more day.” One day more before they could be alone - and have each other all to themselves. She wanted to slap herself. There she was being greedy again.

A few more gun shots went off, and their competition was well underway. “We could leave ahead of them,” said Gab. “I’m sure they won’t be looking for us.”

“Where will we go?”

“Well, we can stop by the town modiste and fit you for a new gown, and then perhaps the patisserie… Or perhaps we can simply return home and be alone for a while.”

She would have liked to stay and explore the town a little, but there was something in Gab’s gaze that made her think otherwise. Thoughts of the immediate morning and the night before seared her skin, and she could not help but flit her gaze lower to his lips.

“I’d like to go home.” She realized it was the first time she had ever used the term with Gab, and the notion sent her heart fluttering.

“Very well.”

Gab stowed his book away into his inner coat pocket. He scooped Daleon into his arms, one arm under her knees and the other supporting her back, before standing up and walking towards his horse. It was not an easy feat with Daleon’s weight, but she lost her breath as he carried her so effortlessly. She felt like a princess staring up at her beautiful prince with his crown of daisies, about to ride off into the rolling hills towards their castle. Home.

#heavenlyhelly #fanfic

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unidump · 1 year

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blog 1 | Daleon, Beatriz Ann

Blog 1 : Self-discovery, Passion, my strengths and weaknesses What makes me unique? How important self awareness to be able to form the right team. What are my entrepreneurial skills and capabilities that I can contribute to my team.

Hi, this is Bea.

My real name is Beatriz Ann Daleon, but I prefer Bea. I am currently studying at Central Mindanao University, taking a Bachelor of Science in Information Technology.

In this modern world, a person seeks to take entrepreneurship as a plan B in case plan A (graduate from college and end up in a high-paying job) fails. Many took venture on plan B as it guarantees a financially-stable future. However, many should also consider what business they should venture into that is beneficial not just for you but for others, the consumers.

As a person still in her growing years, I conceived that each of us has unique capabilities in this modern world. With that, let me share my own.

Growing up, I was involved with many things that shaped me into who I am today---school-related events or life experiences. I learned I could lead people, empathize with them, collaborate, or share meaningful ideas but, most importantly, prioritize the people's needs instead of mine.

Thus, this self-awareness helped me to know the people I want to be with---personally or in certain groups for projects. I can easily see the qualities of the people I work with and use that to guide them in honing their skills. Therefore, I can also see people who are there just for distraction and can ruin the group/team I build.

Most importantly, I bring people up instead of pushing them down and encouraging them to do their best, even if things fail in the end. My voice and encouragement made me unique, as I value my members more, and I treat them as my family.

In specifications, here are some of my entrepreneurial skills and capabilities:

Leadership Skills

Communication Skills

Finance Skills

Creative & Critical Thinking Skills

Passion and Energy

Time Management Skills

Empathizes

Values Integrity

Stress Management

Teamwork Skills

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witchsinvitation · 2 years

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daleon and gab lore when

#aoni pls i NEED to know how they know each other #tbf i have 5 more dramas to listen to . btu still #if its not there istg

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mcg-mack · 5 years

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Go follow the instagram cuh

#hip hop #art #mix #new #podcast #rap #daleon #hoover #crip #blood #soundcloud #collab #fire

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onvacation · 4 years

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#daleon #viajes #familia #amigos #diversion #colombia #colombianocompracolombiano #travel #travelling #traveller #hotel #way

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vermilion-drake · 3 years

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I forgot to post this when I drew it but here's a pic for one of my NPC's their name is Daleon/Dalilah they're gender fluid and a teacher at a magic academy

#Daleon/Delilah #master of gravity #my art #d&d character

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hostileminds · 7 years

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Just wait a few more days 💪🏾 @im.t.f #NoHooks #erthangskanless #DALEON ❌ Every track Prod. By @sheawooten and put together By @marcosjayteno 🗣 DALEON

#erthangskanless #nohooks #daleon #soundcloud #hiphop #rap #chance the rapper #schoolboy q #supreme #newyork #losangeles #california

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isaacathom · 5 years

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this is my favourite part of that

#m: if you didnt raise a fool then why the fuck are you treating me like i dont know shit #the meme answer to the first question is H: Yes. M: Aside from Daleon. H: ... No.#daleons a bitch and the entire family agrees except for probably Vusav because he's a softhearted boy

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oursidae · 5 years

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long ass rant abt bl3

just, so many spoilers under the readmore, things i thought the game did poorly and things i wish were changed

I should have expected it to be not great being that, borderlands was NEVER fantastic with its writing and character development. Ive been spoiled by tales from the borderlands tbh. I think borderlands three tho was like… fantastically underwhelming.

I had a blast with the beginning of the game up through the end of the first vault, where the excitement peetered off.

Firstly, i wholly believe Maya was done horribly. Compare her death to say, Roland. Even if you hadn’t played BL1, you had almost the entirety of 2 to get to know him and his character and his place in the world of borderlands. Maya’s death was INCREDIBLY early in comparison. And not only that, the characters dont get to mourn aside from a few offhand voicelines. Mordecai mourned for bloodwing in a more substantial way - you get two full side quests about it. Zer0 says one offhand voiceline for maya. They were her friend goddamn it, i wanted MORE.

ava is a good character but the fridging of maya just makes her into… what, a brat who accidentally got her killed and now has her powers? it would have been more interesting for them to develop alongside each other through the game and if maya died near the end, youd have cared a lot more about ava too. she’s just really one note right now.

Speaking of side quests, there were very few. They were sparse and honestly i dont think they added much to the plot of the game or the world.

in borderlands 2, side quests, at least in my eyes, were what forced you to explore the map. in borderlands 3 they forgo a lot of side quests in favor of the crew challenges, which were far less rewarding imo. like, build claptrap a gf with parts from dead claptraps in the world. disable COV radio towers for moxxi, kill fauna for hammerlock, people for zer0, etc, but except for zer0 and hammerlock you just get very similar voice lines in return. as well as xp. they dont add to the plot or worldbuilding or characters in any way.

the lack of side quests i think really hurt my enjoyment of the game, because in bl2 it was the sidequests that got you to know the main cast and see that they were working behind the scenes. like brick and his slabs, moxxi asking you to sabotage opportunity, ellie and scooters more jokey side quests even!! it made them feel real with motives outside the main quest. bl3 didnt really have any of that past the first vault (i say this because lorelai gave some good sidequests.) in 3, moxxi and hammerlock only give u one side quest each. marcus (who gave u a lot on bl2) didnt give you any. he was literally just there to run the ammo shop.

some of the more hyped characters dont really do shit. the b-team, mordecai/brick/tina dont really do…anything, they bust hammerlock out of jail, and then give you one side quest per person. thats really it. i hoped that, considering their roles in bl2 and their relationship to lilith, theyd have big roles here too. they didnt. they were truly forgettable.

aurelia showed up to fill a villain slot and died. maybe im a sucker for redemption, but i hoped theyd had more in store for her. and they just…didnt. just like, a whole mission of wainwright calling her a harpy while hammerlock really wants to convince her to not be evil only to get fucking shot by her, like,,,,

vaughn is a joke. they did him truly dirty. his character development tanked into a “haha look at him hes strange and naked” joke. tftbl ending vaughn would NEVER. i wish theyd acknowledge the events of tales from the borderlands AT ALL. or had vaughn and rhys SPEAK TO EACH OTHER.

rhys is another thing, i rly dislike the relationship theyre pushing w him and sasha even tho sasha literally didnt show up in the game. apparently theres echo logs of him obsessing over and searching for her (i didnt find these in my own game but like, i believe it) and her picture on his desk and god DAMN it just let it rest,

BALEX was bland and so immediately misogynistic that i hated him on principle.

so then theres this character Typhon Daleon. he is the first vault hunter, but to my knowledge the only mentions of him occur in bl3. in fact, i dont think he’s mentioned in a main quest until after you kill troy and meet him in person, you only hear of him in the typhon logs which are optional. Then in the final quest you learn troy and tyreen are his kids, then he dies. i had no attachment to this character! he should have at least been built up in borderlands 2, if not in all of the previous games to get me to at least go “huh neat!” when its revealed hes alive, his kids are the villains, etc.

tannis… they handled her being a siren poorly, my gripe isnt that i called it, its that it isnt really explained how she got her powers. i was pissed for like a good while after she reveals that she has ANGELS powers because i assumed somehow she stole or manufactured them. theres an eridian recording that KIND OF explains it, but again, those are OPTIONAL. idk if i just blanked out when she went, oh, by the way, heres why, but to my knowledge its never explained to the player in a main or side mission, at least until you see ava get mayas powers. its infuriating.

worldbuilding wise, this is a much smaller issue, but i wish there were nonhostile fauna on the other planets. pandoras whole thing, the big meme the big laff, is that everything wants to kill u there. so it wouldve been nice to like, see some fauna thats docile. runs away from the player, is chased around by the carnivorous fauna or bandits or something. maybe a hammerlocks challenge could be to use stealth to kill a docile animal or something, it just would have been nice,

i also didnt think the ending made sense, lilith,.. punched the moon and disappeared? died? also brick and mordecai DIDNT GET TO BE THERE FOR HER OR WITH HER AT ALL. after all of bl2 where its SHOWN they’re good friends who care about each other, youd think theyd get to witness her death/disappearance. on top of that it felt like the whole game was building to something with lilith and the climax was so underwhelming.

i just want to beat randy bitchford with a rolled up newspaper until he stops being a piece of human shit and borderlands can develop the characters and world.

the good parts of the game were…the graphics and the bossfights. the boss fights were all unique and interesting and FUN. katagawa jr, troy, the second vault monster, and tyreen were my faves in that order. hammerlock and wainwrights relationship was adorable and i liked the credits art of wainwright proposing. clay was a fun character but like all the others, didnt have development.

i also had a lot of glitches. my game would crash if i navigated menus too quickly, i had an issue with effects from shields staying on my screen even tho they should have ended, as well as a lot of glitching after cutscenes, most notably falling through the floor after the troy bossfight. a lot of my quest objectives glitched and wouldnt activate until i reloaded, which was frustrating.

i DID like the game. but i dont know if ill do a replay past promethea. i was just wishing itd be a whole game on the level of the Commander Lilith DLC.

TLDR i wouldn’t have minded the game being so lilith centric if the other characters got to matter at ALL.

#bl3 #borderlands 3 #borderlands #bl3 spoilers #borderlands 3 spoilers #borderlands spoilers #my post #had to get that out of my system #not to mention the amount of gays you kill

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fourruel-blog · 5 years

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HAIKU

》Katrin Cebedo & Julienne Javier

Ako'y umaasa,

Ngayon ay nagdudusa,

Paalam, Sinta.

》Coie Tarre & Lai Gaputan

Isa pa, pwede pa ba?

Awat na-quota,

Dumukot, huling promise.

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19 - Harmonious Desire

TW for brief depictions alluding to sex. Not the chapter you're looking for? Check the Masterlist!

Shooting fifteen to twenty arrows did wonders for the seething mind. Gab could only pity the poor target riddled with holes. Had it been a person, they would have been dead long ago, rotting to the ground with the unfortunate appearance of a Swiss cheese. He had not hit a bullseye since he started.

It was far from being a novelty, but he could not believe Fauta’s effrontery. How daft did a man have to be to openly discuss such frisky subjects in front of someone’s wife and both their families? More upsetting, perhaps, was Gab’s reaction to the query in front of Daleon, no less. He knew his outburst would strike a conversation between them in the foreseeable future, and the bow would not be there to save him then.

His feet grew cold as he heard crunching in the grass. It was Dancel.

“A most excellent shot, your grace.”

Gab stifled a breath of relief, and pulled another arrow from the quiver.

“Where is Daleon?” He asked.

“With your uncle, I think they have gone to see your parent’s graves.” Dancel made himself comfortable on one of the louvers overlooking the makeshift range. Daleon decorated it as a miniature carnival of sorts. A maypole with long pastel ribbons was near completion a few feet away, along with a few other games like knock-the-pins and ring toss. It reminded him of the spectacle in Mayfair. The king was bound to be pleased by it.

“And Fauta?”

Dancel asked a footman for a cup of coffee before answering. “Inside with the others. I’m sure the baron is giving him a scolding.”

Gab rolled his shoulders, extending his arm and drawing the string. “Better him than me.”

An arrow flew from the string and into the target, just an inch off the bullseye. He picked another arrow.

“Daleon will surely question you about it now that she knows,” said Dancel. “She does not relent when something piques her curiosity.”

Gab did not reply. He drew his breath, and with it, the string of the bow.

“Do you not desire children? I assumed you were of the traditional sort—“

“As if being a traditionalist is a crime.” Gab continued to pull, but relented after a thought. He relaxed his arms and lowered his bow. “Of course I’ve thought of it. I have a dukedom to maintain.”

Finding it fruitless now, he handed the bow to Keith, and turned to face Dancel. “Having children with someone who was arranged to marry me would be simple. Having children with Daleon complicates things.”

He saw an amused smirk. “How so?

“Well— I would not know how to discuss the implications of it. I dare not bring it up as a gentleman.”

“But you are her husband,” Dancel retorted. “It is your responsibility to initiate the engagement. You do wish to…engage with her?”

Embarrassment swelled within his chest, and most likely his face. He knew Dancel was on to him. “Should you really be asking such a question? Daleon is practically your daughter.”

Dancel shrugged, blatantly feigning ignorance. “I simply understand what it means to physically desire someone, and I do not believe it is something to be ashamed of, especially for a married man such as yourself. You do realize how many men and women covet your positions?”

“I am aware.” How odd for a non-traditional man to be concerned with traditional, albeit rather taboo, topics. He marched to where Dancel was and sat beside him. He hunched over, arms resting on his thighs with his hands clasped in prayer. They trembled from the fatigue of firing arrow after arrow.

“I do have feelings for her,” he said. The confession came with the utmost awareness that Daleon’s affections, consistent and persistent as they were, deserved to be reciprocated. How could he not with the way she looked at him? In the way she kissed him every morning and night?

“If I deny it any longer, I might drive myself mad.” He ran his hands across his face.

“Then speak with her plainly, your grace. Daleon is anything but timid.”

“You make it sound so simple,”

“It is. You are simply terrible at making yourself transparent with your affections. What happens next, if it does happen, is…natural.”

Gab knew he was right, and that terrified him.

The day passed as quietly as it could have with guests, and Daleon was a far better hostess than Gab could ever be. After dinner, she played a few tunes on the pianoforte as the men took their brandy and whiskey. Even Ainsworth indulged in a glass or two. Everyone knew every song she played, and hummed or sang merrily to it. Gab only watched from the corner of the room, admiring his wife, and quietly sipping at his own glass. It was a sight oddly reminiscent of both of their childhoods - of families gathering around a warm hearth without a single worry in the world. As Gab reluctantly wished to admit it, it was a pleasant, heart-warming feeling.

But even with all the festivities that transpired, Daleon could not keep a smile on her face for long. It was obvious to anyone that she was distant, and Gab could not decipher why. When Ainsworth excused himself to retire for the evening, the rest followed, agreeing that they had enough for one day, and the journey had worn them quite a bit. Daleon took Gab’s arm, and they walked hand in hand past long and seemingly winding hallways to their bedroom. The familiar silence coddled them. She had not uttered a word, something Gab felt was very unlike her.

It wasn’t until later, when the servants came to assist their changing into night-robes, did she finally speak.

“I wish Ergon was here,” she said. She wondered where he was, what he was doing, if he was eating well, if someone was taking care of him on his journey.

Gab knew his words were futile. What did he know? “I’m sure he has his reasons.”

She only hummed in acknowledgment.

“Leave us.” Gab commanded for the second time that day. At once, Keith snapped his fingers and all the servants left in an instant. He was already dressed in his shirt and pajamas, but Daleon still had her stays left over her chemise. She flushed as she turned to him, arms covering her chest as best she could. “I- I haven’t…”

In the dimmed light, with the shadows shading her, she was beautiful. And it was not the first time he truly thought so.

“I’ll do it.” The words were out of him before he even thought of it. He got up from his seat as Daleon turned to keep herself modest from him. He undid the knots and ribbons of her stays, careful not to pull too harshly. When it came loose, he quickly fetched her nightgown, strewn carefully over the back of a chair, and covered her shoulders with it. She could have finished by herself, but Gab did not want to leave her. It was a strange, enigmatic pull that kept his hands resting gingerly on her shoulders while she slipped her arms through the sleeves, catching a brief glimpse of smooth fair skin. It was as if he had not seen her getting undressed and redressed in front of him. He did not move even after she finished.

“Gabriel? What’s wrong?”

As if released from a trance, he let go. “Ergon will be fine,” he said, changing the subject. “He’s your brother. He fights well, and does not concede easily.”

“You’re being…oddly affectionate with me.”

There was a thought hanging between them, they knew what it was or at least had an idea.

“I suppose I am.”

It was Daleon’s turn to be silent. His reassurance utterly moved her, but it only raised another concern. They began to settle for the night, tucking themselves under the duvet. Lying on their backs, they stared at the ceiling together, at the ornate moldings and fading colors of decades old paint.

“Gabriel?”

“Yes?”

“Have we… missed a step in our marriage?”

Gab turned onto his side. He saw Daleon’s face, worry etched into her expression. She turned to face him too. There was certainly no escaping it now.

“We haven’t missed anything,” he answered, straight and almost to the point. “We simply have not made the next step.”

“And what happens when we do not take that step?”

He sat up, leaning against the headboard. “To put it simply, it means we will not have children.”

Alarmed, she sat up with him. “I always thought they came naturally with marriage—“

Gab pressed his lips tightly. “They do not.”

“Why have you not told me?”

“Because it is an intimate thing.” He looked at her apologetically. “I have yet to be accustomed to your frivolous affections, how much more…consummating.”

The very word was enough to twist his gut in knots. “Do not misunderstand, Daleon,” he went on, taking her hands in his. “I am past worrying about the circumstances which led us to this very moment. You are my wife. I accepted that long ago.”

He let the words sit, and slowly, in the dimming lights, she seemed to glow. He swallowed the fear in his throat and pushed himself to speak - to be plain.

“I want to be careful. I am afraid of doing it wrong. What if I hurt you? I especially do not wish for us to consummate our marriage simply because Fauta brought it up.”

“But if Fauta hadn’t brought it up, when would you have said anything?”

“I was hoping to discuss it when you decided we should have children. It would have given me time to steel myself…”

Daleon scooted closer to him, taking his arm, and wrapping herself around it. How childish, Gab thought, and yet he did not recoil. Resting her chin on his shoulder, she looked up at him with stars in her eyes. Why had he never noticed them before?

“How many would you want?”

Gab felt his cheeks warm. “Children? Well—“

It was a genuine question.

“One is too lonely,” he said at last. “Two might lead to conflict in terms of inheritance. I would be happy with three.”

The answer and the accompanying justification surprised Daleon. She could not fight the smile on her face. “So you have thought about it?”

“Of course I have.” Gab turned his face away. “I knew I’d marry eventually, but I simply did not think it would be you.”

Daleon reached out for his chin with her long and slender fingers. Turning his face towards her, they gazed into each other’s eyes - a darkened sea they were both willing to drown in, only glimmering with the dying embers and wicks of the flames in the corners of their chambers. Their breaths, short and ragged, mingled and warmed in the inch of space between them.

“And now?” Daleon’s voice wavered.

“Now, I have want for nothing - but you.”

Oh, how she loved him. Too stunned to speak, Daleon leaned up and kissed him. Gab’s breath hitched as she did. Their lips were softer and more malleable, molding into each other like they were made to be connected. Parting suddenly became difficult. Tonight was different, and they both knew it.

“Is it frightening, consummating a marriage?” Her breath tickled his face and made the hairs on his neck stand.

“Not frightening,” he said, brushing his nose to hers. Thank God they were alone. “But I have heard it will be a little painful on your part.”

“How so?”

“Daleon—“

“I must know, Gabriel.” She kept him close. “If I am to be the mother of your children, and God knows I want to, you must tell me.”

Gab needed a moment to answer. He looked straight ahead, almost into an unfathomable distance, pondering how best to explain it. Daleon, on the other hand, was now insatiably curious. After that kiss? She only wanted him more and more. It was surging deep within her belly, spreading outward like the effects of a warm cup of tea.

“When we do it,” Gab began. “You and I will be connected physically.”

“Like a dance?”

“Of sorts.” He winced at his own indecent thoughts, surging through his mind as he looked at her. “We will be connected…“

He knew he was not going to be able to properly say what he needed to say. He needed to be clearer - even if it cost him his pride as a gentleman.

“In between…our legs.”

Daleon’s eyes followed his as he looked down, and when she saw where he was referring to, she almost shrunk onto herself, squeezing her thighs together. There was a surprisingly pleasant pulse that shocked her - and then nothing. That had to be part of it.

“Down there?”

Embarrassment was evident in the couple - but they had come too far to retreat now. “You will be connected to me,” her gaze flitted down towards him. “In the same place?”

“Yes.”

Daleon’s mind raced. This was dangerous. This newfound knowledge was dangerous. She tried to picture it with little success. He was going to touch her there? The more she thought of it, the more her curiosity piqued. What was more, the sensation returned with a gnawing vengeance, eating away at her stomach. She almost wanted to test it for herself.

“Daleon,”

The call of her name snapped her from her reverie. Gab’s hand was on her cheek, his thumb gently rubbing circles on her cheekbone.

“I understand if you are frightened,” he said. “We do not have to do this now.”

She reached for his hand, turning her head to press a kiss to his palm. “I am not frightened,” she whispered. “I only wonder…perhaps, we can ease each other into it?”

His gaze acute gaze darkened, and Daleon felt her stomach lurch at its ferocity.

“Yes,” Gab whispered, headily, closing in on her. “That is plausible.”

Daleon caved, pressing her lips against his with such force it nearly knocked their heads together. Secretly delighted at the acceptance of what was to come, Gab pulled her close until their chests were pressed to the other’s, the only thing shielding them from each other was the thin fabric of their nightwear. The contact left very little to the imagination, and Gab could feel hunger in him rising, as did Daleon.

Silly how such a childish kiss ignited so much desire.

What happened next could only be described as “fireworks.” Daleon was a fool to think all their kisses before this one were intimate. Gab caressed her waist, hands sprawling over the small of her back. She could feel power in his kiss, domineering yet gentle - and then he started kissing her jaw and down, further down. She tensed and relaxed simultaneously, and instinctually her hand ran through his hair, coaxing him to do more. Gab left a trail of kisses down the column of her neck, peppered them over her collar bone, and every expanse of exposed skin her chemise could allow, and she felt it like raw heat and lightning surging down into her belly and betwixt her thighs in the most precious of places. Gab was no better, feeling his blood boil underneath his nightshirt. He was sure his back was sweating, but he didn’t dare to move. For all he knew, he had already crossed a line, and he would not dare to cross the point of no return, yet.

Daleon began to reciprocate the intensity of his kisses, surging towards him with a blazing passion - one that she didn’t know she kept so deep within her, now overflowing from the cup in her heart. Their kisses became more open-mouthed, desperate, and famished not for sustenance, but an ethereal feeling that could only be found within each other. Gab was naturally receptive of them, meeting with his own demure (or rather, embarrassed) affections. He sighed in between their kisses, moaning her name like a prayer. Daleon gently caressed his neck, wondering if he would feel the same things she did when he kissed her there. Her hand trailed down his chest, over his nightshirt, where she could see soft dewy skin from the sheerness of the fabric. She went lower past his stomach, before resting on the lines of the waistband of his slacks. She played with the hem of his pants, startling Gab. She kept at it, teasingly tugging. He grabbed her wrist, squeezing it tightly.

“Not yet.” He panted. “It’s too soon. I want…to kiss you more. I must kiss you more.”

She was trapped in Gab’s embrace yet again, but the heat from before began to ebb slightly, settling into comfort, and a nice steady rhythm. They kissed lazily, and more open-mouthed, giving each other a taste for the future. When they finally parted for air, they were dizzy in each other’s arms. Gab dragged them both under the sheets, onto their pillows. And there they stayed, counting their breaths as they reeled from their newfound ‘evening’ delight. Sleep blanketed over them, and with it, dark and sensual dreams of each other, touching and writhing from sensations they never thought possible; sensations they would seek and covet in secret.

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