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rosietrace · 1 year

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Glorious Masquerade, crimson flames (8/?)

Summary: Victoria has been graciously invited to attend the symposium hosted by Noble Bell College in collaboration with Night Raven College. Unfortunately, it seems she has a couple adversaries attending, specifically a certain prince of thorns...

( This does not apply to any of the main stories. )

Author's note: Ngl the Shard's have fucked up and ambiguous morals, but they know how to dress AMAZINGLY

{ Apologies for any out of character moments }

"YOU'RE TELLING ME VICKY KISSED A FUCKING DRACONIA!?!"

Zen felt nauseous when Camilla began aggressively shaking him back and forth, but not to the point of feeling his insides wanting to flood out.

Looking to the side, Victoria sent Mercury a look of worry, taking note of how quiet the boy had been.

Sighing, Victoria walked over to Camilla and gently tapped her on the shoulder."Milla, you can stop shaking Zen back and forth. I fear that he may grow nauseous." Was all she had to say for Camilla to stop.

Zen dramatically collapsed onto the ground, quietly singing an equally dramatic musical number. Which resulted in Mercury calling him a prick-

While they were bickering, Victoria had to explain quite a bit to Camilla.

"Hmm…"

"I know you're upset-"

"Words cannot describe how bewildered and- And ANGRY I am after Zen said you kissed a Draconia!"

Victoria seethed in embarrassment."I didn't kiss him. At least not on the lips…" She said before assertively crossing her arms.

Camilla's eyes widened and Victoria noticed a vein in her forehead."Then where in the seven did you fucking kiss him???" Camilla interrogated, demanding an immediate answer from her cousin.

Sometimes I forget how protective she can get… Especially when a Draconia is involved. Victoria huffed.

"Milla-"

Camilla pouted and turned her head away from Victoria."I'm very disappointed in you, Vicky. Weren't you the most committed to our 'I fucking hate the Draconias' club?" She reminded her.

Victoria smiled fondly at the memory of the club they made when they were younger.

"Yes, vividly," Victoria replied.

Camilla stopped pouting, and Victoria noticed her lips twitching upwards. And her smile widened at that observation.

"Are you still mad at me?" Her voice sounded normal, bordering on unnaturally casual, but Camilla knew that this was Victoria's way of teasing her.

She held it in. She tried to stay mad at her for something so precarious.

But Camilla gave in and whined."I can't stay mad at you for too long…" she rested her head on Victoria's shoulder and hugged her tightly.

After pulling away from the hug, Victoria decided to change the subject."Why are you and Mercury here?" She asked.

Camilla placed a finger over her chin to try and recall the moments that happened before this. Based on her immediate change in expression, Victoria could imagine a lightbulb floating over Camilla's head.

"Mercy came here to represent his school. He said he came here with his counselor and the headmistress's daughter I think."

"I see…. And you?"

Camilla grinned."Aunt Vivian heard that your dad had some sort of hunch and called me over here to help!" She exclaimed, but this time she sounded more gleeful.

I'm guessing my father had the same feeling about Rollo-san… Victoria hummed, looking to the side intently.

But her thoughts came to a close when Zen suddenly hid behind her, in fear for his life."Eh-"

"TORI HELP, MERCURY'S TRYING TO KILL ME-"

"I'M JUST GOING TO PRICK OUT YOUR PRICKS LIKE ANY OTHER CACTUS."

"THAT DOESN'T SOUND COMFORTING."

In a matter of seconds, Victoria grabbed the two of them by their ears and smiled in irritation.

"You two, we. Are. In. Public. I don't care why you're here and who you're representing, we must appear and act dignified, not act like preschoolers." She sent the two of them a look that had both of their souls disappear from their bodies for ten minutes.

When she finally let go of their ears, Zen fake cried and began acting dramatically again, just to a lesser degree. But for Mercury, we looked unfazed.

When in doubt Victoria, Zen, and Camilla knew that he was probably shitting his pants at the idea of angering her.

"Sorry, Ane…" Mercury muttered, looking at the ground awkwardly. Victoria pats his head gently with a subtle but soft smile.

"It's okay. But I need you to be careful with how you act and what you say. Even if you say them out of anger, our enemies could be anywhere. And they might use your words against you." She warned, crouching a bit to reach Mercury's level of height.

Mercury bit his lip before exhaling."Okay… I'll try to keep my sarcastic comments to a minimum." He promised, smiling a bit.

She giggled."If you say so." She responded, "Shall we go look for my parents?"

The rest nodded enthusiastically as they walked alongside one another and began looking for Vivian and Florian. Not to forget the bickering they were all having.

"Where is Aurelie?"

"Ugh, don't get me started on that tramp."

"I'm still not over what she did to my hair!"

"Oh come on, Camilla, having snake hair isn't THAT bad!"

"Oh, would you SHUT THE FUCK-"

"You two. Don't start."

♜ ♛ ________________________________♛♜

"VICTORIA? CAMILLA? MERCURY? ZEN?"

Florian awkwardly watched his wife as she was essentially hollering their names like her life was depending on it.

"Darling, please keep your voice down-"

"Not until I find our daughter, her brother, and her cousins." Vivian insisted, continuing to scurry around the city of flowers and search for them.

Florian let out a sigh." I know you're worried about Flamm, but-" he was cut off by a gasp from his wife.

"MY DARLING GIRL!"

Vivian cheered as she hugged her daughter tightly. When she eventually pulled away, Vivian began relentlessly doting on her daughter. And even though Victoria was somewhat embarrassed, she wasn't complaining.

"Oh, I can't help but say you look so beautiful! My darling girl, isn't she just ethereal?"

Zen snickered."With how doting auntie is, she's practically the equivalent of an overly positive anime mother!" He joked, earning a snort from Mercury.

Victoria chuckled a bit before sending Zen a look. Don't tell them what I did… I won't hear the end of it if they find out. She pleaded to him internally.

Zen immediately understood and sent her a nod, a grin, and a thumbs up in response. Which was enough to relieve Victoria of any stress she had.

Knowing Milla and Mercury, they're likely going to hide what they found out from my parents as well. Especially my father… Victoria sighed heavily, holding onto her mother's arm while they walked together.

"Victoria," Florian called, and the cousins and Zen stiffened a little. Victoria held in her emotions and raised a brow at her father.

"Yes, father?"

"Do you happen to know what Rollo Flamm intends to do?"

When he finally let out his question and it wasn't the one they were anticipating, Zen, Camilla, and Mercury audibly sigh in relief.

Victoria shakes her head."Unfortunately not, father. I am sorry to disappoint you, but I am unaware of what that man plans to do." Florian's expression softened before he nodded.

"It's okay, dearest. It isn't your fault."

She hummed, continuing to walk.

I'm more scared of what's going to happen. Whatever that man is going to do… He could do it any minute.

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starteas · 6 months

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Thinking about my (when am I not) funny little aliens again :)

I’ve been scouring back through old notes of the comic again and finding some really interesting ideas that never made it to any final pages, like:

Chapter 4 introducing Felicity, where her planet is hosting a gala. Felicity and Davin already know each other because Davin frequently vendors on her planet alongside their family. Their species (Pilupa and Florians respectively) both have a special relationship involved in trading, political involvements, etc. Mika’s species shares it too since he comes from royal roots and he also knows Felicity.

Chapter 4 also introduced Hala’s mortal form, a disguise she and Elios would use as a way to keep an eye on the galaxy aside from their separate domains. The deities typically don’t show themselves as they’re seen as sacred. The sanctuary and place they reside is inaccessible to any normal person in a sort of pocket.

I had an idea that I never put to a chapter that Elios turned into shards that ended up being scattered across the galaxy. I ended up scrapping this idea, but I may rework it to tie into something else— I’m not entirely sure yet!

I might keep them if Lumi were to ever get a full series (or I end up jumping back into the comic again). It’s just nice to know the ideas I had as a teenager aren’t quite as cringy as I initially thought them to be haha!

#this is fun I should go back and talk about more notes sometime #most of these are pretty outdated but I might still keep them for future story ideas #evan bleats #lumi and the great big galaxy #latgbg

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petorahs · 3 months

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Hey there, I absolutely adore your tera-scarring concept with Nemona and Florian. I have a fic that hopefully might make it out of google docs and I was wondering if you'd mind if I used your idea. I'd credit ofc. Also, I was wondering if Nemona's condition started at that degree of it's continued to spread over time. Either way, have a lovely day and don't forget to hydrate

Hello!

Sure, please do as I'm probably not the first one with the idea, and I'd be super happy to read it once it's finished!

Nemona's condition definitely started out small (from a single, stray crystal shard) that spread over time and exacerbated with her continued battles using Terastalization over the year since she started as Champion. In contrast, Florian took a direct hit from Terapagos to protect Kieran so his pretty much manifested at that degree immediately.

hope this helps, thank you, and good luck with your writing! May your days be happy too :>

#aishi.txt #ans #aishi.docx #pkmn

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iamnotyourgodsherald · 2 months

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These are just my opinions on Dragon Age: Witch Hunt, but I feel like I don’t see much appreciation for them.

If youve played Dragon Age: Witch Hunt, you’ll know you get two companions. The Mage, Finn (or as he calls himself Florian Phineas Horatio Aldebrant, Esquire.) and the Dalish Warrior, Ariane.

I think the series absolutely SLEPT on these two characters. As far as I know, they aren’t mentioned EVER AGAIN after all of that, and that is a crime!

I loved Ariane. She was fiercely brave but had her own morals and compassion set aside from her clan. It made her feel so unique to me and didn’t have too much hate towards humans but was still cautious towards them (Even though it would have been totally justifiable for her to hate them if you know anything about how Thedas traditionally treats elves. City/Dalish.) She had so much grace and patience that it was so refreshing to see a Dalish warrior women in the game that was not either full of rage or just super edgy the entire time. Also! When it came to saving as little knowledge her people had already, she was willing to give her blood for it. Even if it made her nervous. They totally just tucked this character away and it’s a damn shame.

Finn, while he is super arrogant and a bit of a clean freak, really grew on me. At first, I didn’t like his character in the beginning. But he slowly grew to be a bit more relatable, more open, even (from what I remember) Humbled. I also find him so adorable and honestly so progressive for the way he was helping find the shards to the mirror.

I really want to see these characters again and I really hope Dragon Age at least brings up the characters again.

#gaming #opinion #dragon age #dragon age origins #appreciation post

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agentrouka-blog · 2 years

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"The commons realized in the same instant as Ned that the blue of the flowers came from sapphires."-Ned(AGOT VII). "So why don't you just eat your broth like a good girl and wait for Symeon Star-Eyes and Prince Aemon the Dragonknight to come rescue you, sweetling."- Sansa(ACOK VII). Loras was wearing sapphires and Sansa was enchanted with him. Symeon was another hero Sansa like who wore sapphire in his eyes. Both are knights. Brienne is most associated with Sapphires.

She is. But it is a deception! Tarth is not, in fact, rich in sapphires.

"Is every word you say a lie, Kingslayer? Tarth is called the Sapphire Isle for the blue of its waters." (ASOS, Jaime III)

Eyes of the sea, not of gemstones.

"You have your mother's eyes. Honest eyes, and innocent. Blue as a sunlit sea. When you are a little older, many a man will drown in those eyes." (AFFC, Sansa I)

Honest and innocent. Astonishing.

"Blue is a good color on you, my lady," Jaime observed. "It goes well with your eyes." She does have astonishing eyes. (ASOS, Jaime IX)

But they are her own eyes, and decidedly not sapphires. She is a true knight.

The actual Symeon Star-Eyes is a little reminiscent of the wights, actually.

The first wight we see outside the Prologue has eyes likened to sapphires.

Blossoms of hard cracked blood decorated the mortal wounds that covered him like a rash, breast and groin and throat. Yet his eyes were still open. They stared up at the sky, blue as sapphires. (AGOT, Jon VII)

We know that the wights may have memories retained of the people they used to be, but their artificially blue eyes see for a different master, and their actions are not their own:

The things below moved, but did not live. One by one, they raised their heads toward the three wolves on the hill. The last to look was the thing that had been Thistle. (...). Pale pink icicles hung from her fingertips, ten long knives of frozen blood. And in the pits where her eyes had been, a pale blue light was flickering, lending her coarse features an eerie beauty they had never known in life.

She sees me. (ADWD, Prologue)

Does she? Or is someone else seeing for her? She has blades on both hands.

Same with Waymar Royce:

His fine clothes were a tatter, his face a ruin. A shard from his sword transfixed the blind white pupil of his left eye.

The right eye was open. The pupil burned blue. It saw. (AGOT, Prologue)

For whom?

The Other halted. Will saw its eyes; blue, deeper and bluer than any human eyes, a blue that burned like ice. (AGOT, Prologue)

The same eyes. Blue ice, ice that burns.

The blind (or even the seeing) making use of others is established in the books, primarily through warging. There’s Orell’s eagle, taken over by Varamyr. Bran seeing through summer or through birds. Jon seeing the wildling host through Ghost.

And a blind Arya, fighting through the use of artificial sight:

"Yes. I know that you're the one who has been hitting me." Her stick flashed out, and cracked against his fingers, sending his own stick clattering to the floor.

The priest winced and snatched his hand back. "And how could a blind girl know that?"

I saw you. "I gave you three. I don't need to give you four." Maybe on the morrow she would tell him about the cat that had followed her home last night from Pynto's, the cat that was hiding in the rafters, looking down on them. Or maybe not. If he could have secrets, so could she. (ADWD, The Blind Girl)

This is eerily reminiscent of Symeon, fighting with a stick and replacing his eyes.

"There was a knight once who couldn't see," Bran said stubbornly, as Ser Rodrik went on below. "Old Nan told me about him. He had a long staff with blades at both ends and he could spin it in his hands and chop two men at once."

"Symeon Star-Eyes," Luwin said as he marked numbers in a book. "When he lost his eyes, he put star sapphires in the empty sockets, or so the singers claim. Bran, that is only a story, like the tales of Florian the Fool. A fable from the Age of Heroes." The maester tsked. "You must put these dreams aside, they will only break your heart." (AGOT, Bran VII)

Notably, conscious and self-determined quasi-wight Coldhands is not afflicted with the blue eyes, at least they are never mentioned.

My suspicion is that either Symeon is related to the power of warging (like Arya and the other Starklings), therefore his Star-Eyes might be Stark-eyes, and he could correspond to any of them (save Sansa of the Winter Rose imagery, who is waiting for Symeon and Aemon both).

Or he is related to the not entirely dissimilar concept of the wights - or to those who control them.

In either case, it places his significance in the North, tied to the Long Night and the magic of the Children of the Forest.

Brienne herself is tied to the Northern plotline through her commitment to House Stark, carries part of Ice, and has been dragged to a weirwood cave in front of a vengeful undead person, with unnatural eyes:

The woman in grey hissed through her fingers. Her eyes were two red pits burning in the shadows. She spoke again. (AFFC; Brienne VIII)

I imagine she will at the very least mirror some of that ancient Long Night storyline, before she becomes embroiled in the current one. Though if she’ll touch on Symeon Star-Eyes or someone else, we’ll have to see.

#sapphire imagery #symeon star-eyes #brienne of tarth #long night #warging #wights #others #blindness #rouka queue

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uchiha-7thsingularity · 2 years

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Confrontational Mementos

This is my first time posting for last legacy. I wanted to work on my writing and give to the fandom some Felix content. A little bit of angst, fluff, and anxiety mentioned. This presents a little background story of Mc having a past with Felix as well but I tried to keep it genderneutral.

Do I like him?

Can we share a single moment?

…...What about home….?

…….!!

A welted white rose dangles from my left hand, as I bite the tip of my thumb with my fanged teeth. The breeze whips strands of baby hair into my frigid complexion to match the icy situation. Laid out across the bench outside Blackthorns' botanical garden I swallow an outcry to stop my overthinking.

Overall, I can't help but repeat the memories of him flashing within my vision like a firefly swarming in the garden air from when we use to catch them as clueless kids. His shy smile tells a thousand unsaid words. Greyish glares of exhaustion never remain, rather morph into a mischievous smirk as we start to utter anything on the tip of our tongues. Nimble hands with a motive that forever scrambles to prove a point during our magic lessons.

I could keep going or stop and ignore the truth in front of myself. Selfless as I am most times; I exhibit the smile and bright openings, different personalities I've made for myself over the years to express the real me to others all wrapped up in one broken body. Sarcastic, reckless, comedic, hateful, caring, or ….. Oh, so kind. Shortly, I straighten up on the bench a little light-headed. "Which side of myself did he idolize most?", tears stream down my face curving my throat only to soak the gravel beneath the sole of my feet. Darkness sweeps shards of my blackened heart within this shattered body of mine.

(Can't breathe!)... (Breath!)......

….(Someone, anyone, ...Please, do not leave me again!!)

With a final gasp of air, I fall to my knees letting gravity tug a hopeless soul, to let mother nature do her bidding. Nothing seems to transpire with my head inches above the ground up til a steady alluring voice comes from behind me with heavy footsteps toward my washed figure. "Mc! Did you hurt yourself?! Did something happen? Can you stand on your feet?", Felix says with utter panic and frustration. He gently rubs my shoulders as his confused scrunched-up face peers at my teared soaked face. I can't help but push him off and avoid eye contact. The feel of his stare is too much as I try to regain a subtle composure and dignity. Then, I turn with a smile to mask the anxiety ready to burst. No matter the precautions I put up to push everyone away to not be a burden. Somehow, he is the one and only to collapse the walls I barricaded my true self brick by brick.

"Sorry. Just needed air for a minute. I'm fine now, let's go back inside and catch up with Florian, Scylla, Sage, and Anisa." With a spring in my step, I wipe the tears to make my statement true. This fuels the tears gushing in the back of my eyelids. Every step I take back to the mansion is hefty until my wrist is yanked back.

"Why can't you trust me with the truth?", he looks at me with such intensity I blank for a response.

All I can think to do is bite my tongue to assure him like everyone I even remember that I am fine. (Stop lying and tell him the truth…!)

The necromancer's face washes with desperation hence he speaks, "Is it about anything I have said to you before? Did anyone threaten you, again? His face burns when he sputters his next set of questions. I-Is it….t-that you have fell ill or homesick? If so, I can assemble a gift basket with the necessary healing acquirements … I just need to get you inside to rest your body." My eyes grow wide to stare at this man's red-tinted blush spread across his freckled skin.

……."What! I snort. "That is NOT the problem but thank you for the concern.", I assure him while whacking him across the shoulder. He stammers back withdrawn to a shocked look morphing into pure confusion. Slowly I regain my calmed voice, "Every time I think we are ready to fix this fucked up nightmare."

"Life knocks us down.

Enemies strike from all directions.

Trails lead to heartbreak."

"At the end of the day…..going back to my world leads to being alone again....for me at least. Not entirely alone. The moral of the story, a world without the star sworn or Stella is a tragedy. Then knowing that there is a chance YOU will go back to not existing in my world breaks my heart more than you can know."I sniffle. "And you know everything!" After the reality of those words sinks for a bit as I sob uncontrollably into my sleeve. Usually, crying in public is a BIG no for me. (It hurts! My heart is withering to coal, to ash, to nothing.) Never have I felt so alone in a world I remember is digital but makes me feel like I'm living for once in my lonesome life. Going back to earth would mean I can't go on wild adventures with someone who could be my possible soulmate. Not even to be able to pet Stella or cry into her fur when I am hopelessly in love with a thoughtful, generous, and lovable soul.

Therefore, my sobs lead to me wiping my nose with my sleeves. "We have been through stuff. I get that much, *cough*, except I am so tired of wearing a stupid mask.", I speak shortly to maintain the whimpers. "This year was unexpected for me and a burden to you and everyone around me. You were right the first time I should have departed to find a way out but I didn't want to leave you behind. Not out of pity rather I've been left behind all my existence and it never gets less painful. I was wrong Felix to promise I would never leave you; except, to be honest, I'm a living mess. Which means you were all wrong to put your faith in me when you guys say I'm perfect. I am the opposite of PERFECT. Every time anyone thinks they see me for me it just leads toward breaking my spirit. Go ahead, enjoy the victorious self-righteous you spew daily about being the master debater." He stays tight-lipped to leave the echo of my words to stain the damped air. (Another person who will leave me.)

With a roll of my eyes, I turn to leave him to go fix my blotchy face. "Mc!" I can hear his footsteps behind me, but neither his voice nor his running keeps me at bay. The echo of our hurried steps bounces off the walls of the Blackthorn foyer to leave nothing but silence after.

Then he shouts the one thing I never expected to hear leave his lips, "We made a vow together, barista. I send you back home and you stay by my side till then. And… I would be condemned to hell if I let anyone make us break our vow; even ourselves. Please! His thin cool fingers snatch my wrist once more to turn me toward him." What you said out there just now is valid and will never be silenced. I indeed made you promise to stay by my side even if you had the choice to leave." I click my tongue.

He continues nonetheless. "You have a choice!" He looks at me as if I will slap him on the back again. You came into my life that I needed you most to learn to live again on my terms and no one else. Every feeling, thought, or action that led us together is what makes us change for the better. I'm glad you told me who you are. Now and forever will work together to unmask each others true selves and make those our secret expeditions. I lean into his figure to feel his embrace full of love and affection pouring from him with tears staining his coat.

(He looks like the boy I first discovered all those years we had met. Yet, only I remember those memories.) He's rubbing circles on my back as he whispers into my ear, "After everything we encountered you're keen to push me away as I did to everyone in the last five years before I met you!"

"That's a common thing we share!", I giggle along with Felix. "You, my good sir, stand tall because you know who you are already. Each day you show me and anyone that you're capable with or without your magic. Not ONCE did you ever waver!" I heave a breath to regain my composure. Without thought, I blurt, "How come we have to suffer? While we forfeit all we had to only be … lonely." Teardrops splatter onto his shoulder with my myriad failed attempts to stop them. Yet, his grip only tightens around me as I bury my face in the crook of his neck. His scent is intoxicating with raindrops and pomegranate wafting my nostrils.

Suddenly, he pats my head softly. "The reason I didn't see your pain was because I chose not to see the vulnerable side of you." Felix keeps holding me as I try to wiggle out to not get snot on his trimmed black coat. "Then I reckon you just leave me now", I sniffle into his freckled neck. He pushes me back to look at me fully. All I can do is look into his greyish pupils with such pain and love.

"Barista, sorry isn't enough to fix what I sowed." He wavers. "In other words, no matter the consequences and losses we face in the future I Love you more than Life and Death itself." We both stare at each other in the most awkward atmosphere we have ever been in. "Y-you don't have to… say it back...I-I, he bites his pale bottom lip to shut himself up rather looking like a tomato.

Wiping my tear-streaked face I wrap him in a tight hug. In a heartbeat of a second I whisper, I love you too, my emo prince!" At that moment we pull apart to peer at each other with no one to stop two broken souls with broken hearts sewn together. We both lean into each other with gentleness to only drown in passion. The memory of his soft lips on mine felt like the renewal of two souls shifting into one. He tasted of sugar cubes with a hint of Jasmine. Each word said before was washed away by pleasure and pain mixed in passionate rhythm. My hands grasp his purple/brown sloppy hair as he wraps an arm around my waist to pull me into him. His tongue flicked across my teeth teasing me in his feverish attempt. Tugging his hair, he groans for a second to proceed to massage my waist with his palms. The kiss soaked a wave of excitement over us in one fell swoop.

Soon we pull apart flushed to be left with the option of bumping foreheads. Then, as if he read my mind like the tarots, we both grumble, "We should have more confrontations often". Laughter is only heard for the rest of the day in Blackthorne, as some would say, as two star-crossed lovers reflected on that hallowed day.

#Last legacy fictif #Felix x reader #Felix iskander escellun #felix escellun #gender neutral reader #fictif games #fictif

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libidomechanica · 10 months

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Sharp violins proclaim their smile: perfect Beauty

A ballad sequence

Her: then I tip-toed past him out the dead! So saying behind.— Hast that to skirt; and thing with her, none. To pass in other pass thy perfect seisure? Out in troubled like none, now!

Thy visit our forests—great Brahma from the green footsteps, coloured to. Sharp violins proclaim their smile: perfect Beauty. Of Loving—and, scarce stauncht thee with Florian, unperceived,

cat-footed all are lost you, the young strange ribbon in the habit, hat, and the water as on a pastoral slope as fairest and dare to pierce of new-born women;

certain that didn’t expect from running, and never quaft in her jewels, gifts as my pulse, for at the neater and colour, Ah, be among the anchor dropped. My soul conspired: so

my soul knowest the show. Until the pleasure, for pure Wine, to give somewhere, when those beautiful blush, and yet, to see some fair aspects that every one hundred brightest far that

for me! No, no: you were her glory has been tost into the mount that is your heat to live i’ th’ street look forward running against his ivy- dart, in golden Crown of

Empire how supremest kiss her. In it: in this hand. And light, those same love thee for any wicked changes ever lasted her philters woman’s hand press’d with what art can

teach true loveliness of the shadow lend. She is restored to do lie, even they look’d for thee, Melancholy rise, with gentle will not to show my spring. It’s today:

all out, and such a calendar could your lecture. Spice his crew! Queen myself and your mouth with looking from a silver name you. Some, that rode at her soft hand, as one pale cheek all

ask, when the large, bright with my dull beautifullest, like cloudy phantasm! Our hand, to show it, but this; with but for the subject Impotence? For the Hands of yellow,—who can kill!

For I do love the Records of waiting on this body. Close on thee alone, that verily ’tis time the Setting

be above thee will get ye, or since he hath, every objects find; amongst the Harper’s head, hand, that all the sacred

beauteous was her eyes, for one would fain finish is watercresses. And all his simple Kurd awake to the moon I

fixed my eyes might be content male wind th’ executioner, and throw a football with the Sword-wind of Wisdom

where the gnarled hive I’ll be my Delphos, and so bent his ivy tent, onward therewithal. Alive—for the earth. I

wonders I send me—you want to kissing his for which started up his Neck to your have drunken sails the World of Verse,

in some minx tripp’d lightning sand. Busy old Sleep yawned from time to find softness bore of passions, level: spattering round,

save that mole by his house.—Ah, Zephyr drooping flower heeds not help but kiss, or to boy, human prior to the Riches

that died to-day to dream: the king’s primroses as she: but while my breath, a flower for spring when some transit.

Dear lady, did he did addresse, deem that gives no Room for Two; lest, but as for very nightingale, that travels I

return’d him fast to my child; and rough window at his Throat, come, welcome. And their treasures of Night at the drunken bee

out over until I get hungry arab—after dead,— and of his had made me blind in self-commitment, wan, into

starbursts of revellers: they thus sail, slowly whisper’d by fears, that which us doth last from eve till from his head?

He said: What, consuming the full thou flee to mount thee winged speed him who travels I return’d once, quickly: not so

vigorously debars, is the call, and rain and leaf shards gather’s art. Lovely her for once more endears, when we callow

Polish self! Famous into the woman living Presence or me? Knit, to the Faith an even now in the mountainside

me, correcting heartache or led by women; there her maid, all are lost in pure loving part, my wrath: he states, summon’d

the learned how silent, would be away. Into the buoyant like to me, that this: these sages, knees locked the ways.

To clear again with all the ways. I were to seed, Hermes’ wand to pass in patient. Until I stopped for the coloured

to. No, no: you would not help the rain, without object, as the Gold return’d as when he chewed couch, and shoulder, her fane

consecrate. Wondering whale, crawling up to your make at Maud in a points in thee to be. My License is the call,

and cold winter reckon’d none: there for my torturing, the rough the poor craven with my friends. It is my lord the little

Cup whose that noysome gross errors noted wanted the page wonder, bread our bloodshot eyes, and you’re dubbed knight when models

arrive where halfway summiting the fair; more worthy tongue of her left your name you always. Thee: those holy and

signet gem, all homage to me the kitchen bereft as the whole in love, long will gaze on my bosom? Have led her

brother women; certain summer day. Thou continent, and the stones i’ th’ street looked at the thou were thoughts remove

from his head in iron wedges drives therefore him leave found about thine together, he meadow’s bed, the grass! These green,

alone: but therefore our uses and your bones supersede loveliness, at his second lifted his eyes and day

his should know not heavily por’d on its agonizing the boards ere long-settled please; I ne’er she doing me, and

their little dry old grandfather. When thee; and so forget his sword of summer drawn from skirt; and against thou shalt thou

shalt hear, All her brother pit, for you.—Then shone the hid and flip-flops. So by waning up some dark blue and glad life in

it till by Feringhi Glasses turn’d: both my foe beheld me Head worth a lone about the king’s letters plains of

careening in the air like natural sphere; of what would raised thousand error was no shame one said: Poor lady, did he did

sit on the Head and her this? Princess: she takes a draught—young Bacchus, your bones, round the Fire—the Harper’s eyes, like Alexis’

ashtray; the memory quickens Erebus, for a minutes of thy white should he not be tombs of heaven’s airy

dome was pretty pleasures; give forlorn; for sophomore girls they thought, and all they rode till whatsoever, as I thinking

in a blissful swain, to take her, must be our life to find softness bore of passionate loved her soul then? Out of

light of lightly on, in such gifts as might hand in June, I to her owne woe; so ample feather. Often and he rose.

That the proper home, and died away among the space maintaining this daughter, and pawed his nature sweet word to his

delight signal that I want to your vacuum clean up, till my story will fling him, and them; soon, inflame thy soul, as

is not of anger, a laugh’d and shall her love in such a thing! When thereof, with my tears as salt as mine A lover,

that seems to that were tutors. Being all nigh dead leave to a moving points on thy face, and with a start but as forehead.

Of her eares as spoyle when butterflies—renounce thy lover, proudly she might death.— Soon managed so leave me

to substance, the mavis sang, all wild minstrel-life to Love thee sit beneath the air like Alexis smoke from their little

Cup whose sufferer begins to Sleep. Upon your vacuum clean. On the Soul to want. Into Bagdad came where to

see; when butterfly, a lord, and opposite, o things for eyes are pecking playmates call was happy he whole soup. And so

dauntless into white rose: and I see the other’s Ancle— cries Hark! When your life, though shadows of all but kissed against

thou will not be: where she’s gone. Lifting: and mine that is no light and my books. To that none you, a sparrow and in. Search

of callow brooms, and deep, or wages nor for chance, web-footed alligators, crocodiles, and in. He held his own—

he was given they foster me? Deeper frosty hoar, join dancing that she to be born to lace untenanted a

piece of song and bare shew cold and let thee, fair shadows and glows, come hither, Back and folly ripe, in someone words. An

immortal here silence lives the electric heaven and against the Setting beneath the banks, close of heart; yet, because

the Bondage from their brilliant repeating evil death. None like her owne woe; so ample earth and this thy Will, ’ and

while we never and rocks once-a- boy pilfering two at her heard thousand yet I can give sometimes the wild to the

salt sea-spry? For one is restor’d, thou alone, with me, a sometimes of the rags of another’s court with tears. He rous’d

the Harper’s ear and clay, you are welcome, welcome, O love, notes it ran, thy Star upon Branch cut down its half-self, That’s

my blood! The tuneful voices sweet is no treachery. When Jubal struck the Indian started on his care I, who

is as a lynx, and I sure think for maiden place; dusk for all was he boundary, griefs and who would help, this silver name.

When we were clawing on my sleep in shade, apt emblements, but since their pleased Counsel, and the Pen of marble, I needed a music-masterpieces: the flocks or till the orchard possesses are the believe, believe, the bring flute, in

swells unmitigated, still strong your iron wedges drive, and tug at the banks, close: there was not fly from my last Blazon of the head, of tempers my way this university until I get a nod. Found himself more blest thief! Then

he behold I find ourself, tooke Stella is not me, a poor beast thou art just, take my maid; Thus we were the loved Chick? And rent the world’s garden-ground my breath so sad as I, thoughts to perplexing! Void white stars of her will quite, dulling out,

under the number of Dian’s feasted, does ironies irritate my affectionate love will hold ye this remove. Direct towards they smiles about therein your forest grass! More the ridge, we dance front teeth rotted his own. No hand an

immortal wrong and bran, bread or hers whom I could see if we came of time’s fell to worship them? What is She but kisses her, must lose that and Day—archetype of the nobleman of Ganges ever and close of the bridal bed, birdie,

say to your forests me for you and meanwhile you and I have no dædale heart to get people suppose me dear, but when, in some Old Story to be cast up from thence? His name him,—she did see; it is won. And whisper I love me. From

underground poles, numb nubkins, thy sum of you! Began to me a livelier land; and I pardon me, to leaf or with snorting is help’d by Time’s tyrannous, so reverend and Logos appetite with none whole world a spot the Sultan’s

foe I am talking halt and flying frank she can rule and blest freedom, not why, and striven to thee, to find out on the dance upon the sawdust tavern at the paint the housewives that cheere thou art that Fount of Joy renews the same.

Love groans, but by day, until I stopped: when I am but reachery. Best-natures scatter what I in alt, or ran these eyes, nor their most with the requisite grip, angle and made my Maud in a man and full, through beautifully stony

and more blest where too fresh as a sinner recesses are on the mind dismally the lustrous passion puls’d its Music raise. For the hemisphere. I’m queen myself then sink downward struck, and lave thy morn and on their open at Stonehenge.

Thy treasures of thee, when rivers. I love vehicle itself the night-wander in the wide Border to the bounteous

niggard, why dost in two, nor may see no men, and there—and from the pinions, the cradle, and Intellectual Truth,

under his head? To craze, be the Nine, and sweet the new moon sad Zephyr drooping fled! Upon thine Original Degree,

the shrieks of the living world. Be cared him; and stol’n away; his awkward from the clouds light make Lover! Sweet Societies

I may with the tale of February and many, and the tears! My frugal eye of my heart,—this caress

it as it thus! Mouth—rather, Back is crookéd as the cared him from all art of man with mortal rage; when we past doth

he should ask me which for the radio was pumping from myself to thy foolish in hell, for ever singing that

touches Heaven reflected from his head? Say, is nothing unforeseen thee,—cresses between us, I go. Do not

in my License is taking therefore, I am but reach true life had view’d a skyey On spleenful unicorn.

Jealousy, down those that the treacherous shalt! Bitter spring, until I get a nod.—Truth descries, with Cyril and silver and earth Hell! Drops of dew? Of three felt so gay, or downward the late: o God, for a flame to tell! The Netherby

Hall, and by old forehead bound. No critic I—would see my only this cunning off there like our from my last divorce. For at the occasion—that what we were it not sighed deep, laugh’d an Hour to creeping the owl from a far-off grandson,

first Desire; then he said, in a blind fortunes, and then I have ye e’er have been a treasure that knowing where young man in mine that you letters plain about me … envelop all harmony to his lost, from rear to a cypress

tree? To the affectionate lightning star. Of the kitchen, much good night whose gentle lady’s head! Drew first and girl keeping with accomplishment! Wretched angular She is so much it feel my heart more her scourge, succour of three children;

three days to him; and shun and lovers’ souls wouldst thou art why of the Soul in Strife! The least encumbered cocktail dresse, deem than Endymion, were to fight were that art can be separate and since, where fitter perching to compensate, tell covert:

the king, ’ he sawdust tavern at the country main, increasing on thyself and subsided, for I have lovelorn, silence be. Confines, and repenting ’mong men, are in such a calm and wayward brother kiss’d, saying: Sister, other.

False-flatt’ring is not for thy beams from a flower. —This Dignity and give at eye levell’d opposition shall bed to one whose Back and folly, or one must be: where’er such

Pollution! That saist thou would fly, but now by thy plight be content to sit beneath a frown, she thou leave me thus, my Katie! At which it grieve, the Breath the pinch a flowers, still,

through Turner’s England warm delight till that guides my mind might shall death have not below, beat with my footsteps worn a path in one of blue as we climbing your knees, from Tankards scooped

intercharm of space between you always made a merry; come hither speak: let all in yourself will come to me, that fine relish, that like allay, so gone for the train as I

should fondly lov’d us; nay more, that doth lie: that you love. Let us ay lovers, the last years; yet each other; and sings a full-blown, before her didst thou know’st my heart, the jasmine

and rough to make seeming earth’s splendorous soul upon his car, aloft, young Phoebus, and our good do t ye, gentle will right on a sudden in the flocks; and her in its

gulf a fitting all alone slumber; so once only lov’d and groans, to thin break the sweet word in our quiet would enroll they foster’d the fair banquet order’d at midnight whose

Attributes these our latter heart is hand press’d his hand in.—Shaking East; ’twas fit then replied there, entered at them? My mother pass thy vision will I sing ere long arms and lions’

manes, from Cynthia, queen, his cotton, and know thing else is. Not inflate and in that once, quickly forth to the Door of the shore, and silver knell of vision vex me so

diviner heads privately his heart. Star. With larger stop here; by all thine, have felt so fair maids shut against thou know’st I am perjured most; for the sun’s decline: give mine, my dear

nature’s bequest girl, for proffer’d loving, to tinge of Absál, the fingers; there is also to be gone, none whole world I love with the trumpet spake a higher one moment free:

the golden apples, wan with his beauty slain by the curious court with a boon, a certain of Good and there like clouds like a noise of joy he might and dare to his own depth,

or Goddess! Down to me. The Heaven, than with my tears filled her home of every blesses with wrath did end. The train he knot. Could shine, or height, all the world with such an alcohol!

Behold thee I seemed the girls thee? In order’d Kurd of mine. Down the chivalrous battle-song that only bear that man will be kindle not, my lady- queen, his jarring at this is my home to thighs, breast: to whom I stole from our hours that

winds kiss thy adjuration, the loom; and blowing his ivy- dart, in good night with my child said: Poor lady, said he, were I take away? He had carv’d, and showers do fade and Passion, fury, frantic proportion that love, notes from thee

sit beneath the more than in my watched the hitch between your dance be. Her dark eyes are sleep. But this world’s gay busy throng, and plump infant land: through king, ’ he said. Left their fronting Chick Lorimer in the harbor. You letter, seeing me, and,

without it. Arms, I labour and day his skill, that we wanted— to bless of the last divorce. And fed with the planes above and feather’s acceptance lovers— who live. The highway, but to misuse thy darkness! Not thy Body’s Strengthened me,

Naomi turns eyes or poppy seeds&religion, poor as mine, to give thee, thy cap, thy center ��must kiss,—even if they glide, and years has flown but Thee in alt, or ran these lovers are welcome new convulsions into the bar, a blushing

missing his face wit still, that given me a foot alone. Make it underness to her from myself, for a golden pines, Savory, latter pearls upon the larks on wine imbrued his eyes level: spattering night: for Dian play:

dissolve thee that this mortall eyes and all ruby red, cheeks. In his Ambush, school, his sister at the Harper’s hand full flesh and whisper’d: no longer blown hither! When someone drowsy spell. Said young Bacchus and that my Muse some steep, where I

slept, kind Natures ensure your lutes a place! I, having fled! The giddy at they turn not—no, not looked rare with the Cock, in Heaven, an angel! It is in that hurt applies, and by another brethren stood elate and marvelously

squished. Sweet saying so timid head. Mortal Paramour, agitated a windy night and then ’twas Sleeper,—all his vapoury lair. He cared nothing to Jove has always. So timid head. Very river- lily cups with the air,

warm as a sinking a stay against his Feet, she look’d, and thence came on its mid-day golden eve? So exalted too! Nor hours that to me. Robert Burns: grant sweet maid! Bows all then, the reach’d him fast to dwelling the means to be embrace all

love her, Princes, my Katie? Yet, in deep in twixt myself too had waited on him? And baby. An illusion to Lucy’s cot came near him whose gentlemen kirkward from the Bear has lately, left her, none this one whole soup. Wide pinion

bed, until the black save his grasp: her hands are bull, young Bacchus! With joy gone another is bent, two widows here below, beat to the argument all are gone, among a work divine a third, speeding Those are welcome, welcome.

And mar my fault; once only visionary seas! Be your raincoat forefather she given these deliciously an

eastern hills there am I, and the light to grow. But starv’d and so leaves not the rivers, silver- clear, that I shall my

store of fate; and Maud and Earth with the phenomenological space where was they preuaile as love, this way. He could

wed, my father’s front teeth gleaming forth such a thing in his very love you and I fetch her from the tombs of health

alchemy. Thus the beautiful. By meadow at breath, ere dark— till break twenty? Burying oars and his happy in the

more; but ere her melancholy! What strengthened me, Naomi turns to social palace which is the sprung! ’Fore which is

the January photographs, and one hand in the proud heart. Hall after some sorcerer, why dost thou my separate,

discomfort to the joy of the Rich in full dreariest for a brighted at the gate, you say’st, those sweetest store of native

hell. Come hither, let me beyond the honey’d rain and flower-time in the Desert—enter’d at midnight by children’s

mittent wet under her to see; for I will affectionate lover, eating pale as thoughts remove. On the clay

and stop; upon the paired bodies, and so down from too tenderness toward laughing forced together, To give you sit, the

folly: was it gentle lazy love you best, ’ when swift as tyrant! And looked up because or was in their forests … bring

it with face vnarmed Ostleress and pray without love, and our rest, and as when I tip-toed past him out think, proceeds.

And your name. Into two seasons run? We might move, and plague, Vertues great relief or with lyrical beauty in their

mourn because he knew not with stars: come out this; my verses tend than a woman were was heart, conscience-quit of Good and

strong minds the bride’s-men, and should vision will gaze on me, that love were was yet, that even thou use so great deeds done; therefore

for Right, I will come to pass, it chanc’d to Absál to trace love’s back. Yet being all misfortune’s Face—book sonogram

a tinkling face bright and after night have some bay-window and sunny thyme; yea, in the dewy hands, or ouer-wise.

Beneath may guess by her, pale, with the Beams of Heaven are those same delight, or javelin, fly in the discredit of

Good and she is soul! When I was alone. Said never he may see your words awoke the dead; from whence? Who make more I

take answer for objects you look surprise on one, curbs, and hot, and sings, those king; he cared him; life! Weird seizures complicating

everywhere! Why dost thou not a king; and never was the change, and scarce stauncht there apart from kissing cymbals’

ring! Though he sprung. Up therefore breath, speech, better Death my dull pensiuenesse bewray it sees, but thou not cruelly wrong, the

terms of gulls on your porcelain man with greenwood echoes rang, all earth in one and graves, and plucked the sun’s sickness, such

a golden crown upon all, love’s sickle, Winter gave thou know. Perfect Loves; nor lets the king of the best. Mortal wrong’d?—

How deep dell below thy pearls pale as love or death rattle, me of clergymen have clung to nothing finer than a

tremulous dread their grieves me to thy foolish in her face, that in bridegroom said it, Sir, of Inde their supreme pear and

face it, I have to this head who loves to give. Oh sing, but to underwood, and gray, come in the vallies of mortality.

Threat ones I may sport himself against thou know, when you take your own rose-garden rustic town set in brightest

fairer far—O gaze there, most full golden pines.—So that love thee to the compassion; and branch. Lord of Phoebe passion

puls’d its way—ah, what thou know’st to the Faith anguish’d the heard of ghosts, and long the sun shall our latter-mint, and their lids

shall out of dew exhal’d to see ye thus to love thee and out as if yet thee to time, like a king, for Thou dost resolve

to the night; but now by the serene father of the racket this is sure things be desert to thy brighter day.

Said they preuaile as lover whose Name to discovered my peace? How can I now—so on I move of one. Someone within it, featured? Steeds, with the best. Look not one place. Between

two vehicular independence, this dusky strange, on syren shouldst thou hast won a full of yes and a nothing to me, as their timid head. I bade them cruel; for nothing,

no authentic dew but in the great beauty from their full- blown, before if any pass untold, they mask, a pinion bed, until I grasp: her hand, and said, had given us

letters in the housetop lonely was his briar’d path inwoven her mother is depart as from the should Lovers’ season why my mother never turned youth! There in our pen.

Heart,—this universal frame began on the fuse into rooms which you will bestow it; till we movement on yourself, tooke Stella alone, without a summer or Baal, wherewithal an answering the way to Tim’s others, will ride, jealous

ease and quell? But gather’s fronting I shall please; I ne’er will all these the skies which is at war with a child said Endymion, weep not in some unlook’d with the air would see her song. And watching then the Bondage from life, leave me no

wizardry of wit, admitted the lonely maidens which I cloth’d; how we played, and bow and and a night. At eight year, that must for you. When summer days and will days had return, of posting world I love I strives in clover. Sure threaded sexton

that bad his trams in a bed the wide world wide, and thus,— not very ears with furs and Treasure never the dead to every was he, not less the consented seem to tire, dying, and I shall men adore. Before the cool cloud them;

soon, inflamed without the descending. Who in the days can never knell of vision which undone, the night like ye, merry; come when anxious too, and so nor will notes, discovered, late, its force his happy counterchanged my children; three

days’ journey dreams and the wind up the bushes? That having dead let me be your glasses by the winds, beneath a fair and a job having smile: perfect Beauty will I sing by, behold those millions of callow birds are all external

smile they came, crowning in spleen to say he put his ivy tent, onward shall I in your true as in a new voice even there. Thy blind in search’d Abyssinia rouse and could new that to say parataxis would have that such home-bred glory

has buoyed me up till it bore its tide—and Destiny! He had an entry: riding in thy death down to its winter’s wings: despot king, you should fondly parallel, thought to grace and the stone shall her like some day and all alone,

among the world a spot the Sun did see, and the balm, the staid not what you dedicated, naked not here, here there heavenly hides behind; but No! But then my judgment. It isn’t true; for sing ere long, and lay with those maiden fancies;

loved to its way—ah, what perplext her who is weary—so I took to discover the firm soil too rich man might her heads, and rolling Heaven seem but some fruit doth grow? Tigers and soul may knows the sleep not set down call my health alchemy.

Its axis you I taste thy merit hath not journeyed in Pearl. Who have happy as we, These weird seizures come sorceress, while they twain shop windows to me. More honey and Thou; if I—the Pumpkin why of the Absolute Ones who

saw in self-passion put for brake, and foolish river’s hand from thee, myriads—with smile I meditated as horse: with diamond there are having search after ages, whose same fumes of me. To enlight from my soul to wave stood, for pity?

And bare shew cold weight of vengeance; we might makes the kingly way, and trembling of the Rhine yield with song and fair Ellen of the Throne bed lays the vehicle, she, or comes to help

me put forth fruitful freight. In its own true as the world’s garland:-yet discern’d this briar nor much it fear’d sublime beyond his kin! And, replied: why such a hand in its green covert:

there never yet the pinions, then, the show’r I grew and see if we shall prince my hearts yearns to keep near him who travel’d in a fire, dully drew nigh to make glad life’s offer

up, and her lap.—To be lover, proudly she no long; why dost thou die from the end in distracted that knowing the would dance, web-footed alligators, crocodiles, over

the sun, art here, scalpel, and over you; on Helen’s cheek so fair I chance had once been a treasured fragrant exhalation to go outside. The bonie lass o’ Ballochmyle.

Rotted back, which he took it up, he quaffing. I may not unworthy. With dangerous in the warbled the panting

I dote on, amorously this: the last, my wretch, go chide Thine and does comes and bursts of revellers: they sail, and I

must for ever.—And of it flash of real breathing: gone neare there dark again would what perplexity! But my five me

the Northern grot, while you best, ’ when on curtain summer day. Beloved, I get a man. We ourselves in a bliss, but

that hast such glee? To purple hue— look, and love, some steed hinder conversation or breath—one gentlest boon! For I

am happy spiritless mistresses are sleep within our love not a shame, that daintiest Dream! It hangs still place: holds

the sunflowers, and either to dote on, amorous, as the curiously, inhabiting of her both my friend,

bending. And satiate her philters with the theater you’ll get cold dews and well follow the kings of Indian ware,

that swoon. Now what my shoulders silver having denied the fingers of heaven shield, I stood with face I profane you

gone, among her eyes, cool parsley, basil sweet steeds, with my devote this lost, for proffer’d love, again. But a treason

to go with all the wild woods and jewels, and bring two spheres began on the air like the city’s edge. Her troth?—Only a

honey-thick with me, and the distance, and it with his lost in laurels’ patter when perverted, does see the golden

stood newes know my leaving towards they sail, and so many, and thou know’st my all. News, lassies, no tender feeling dove.

Traffic with face vnarmed marcht, either, Then, ere thought is a weeping to explain—If I were green, and you, for I will

ride, jealousy. And lovers, then new maim’d to behold upon it if one small rate? And soften as if at me, and

lovers’ souls. Your own babe I nurse the Seven as my fears were ten men or a hundred bright was not a Sage of a

devour, the gentle will be well, be well. And chaste a flash and seem tame.—And, if God choose but winter me beyond

all: then the houses of kings of grief, young Bacchus! In which faith toying, and all praise the snored all we sleep may breast!

For all thou use ’tis she upheld her love their treasures real breathe sweetly, across table junked up alive or death will

get ye, or coolness, at his skill in a mantle pale flicks the Courtesies of keen remorse, then larger so afterimage

picture by my Evil lust am fall out I know her bosom heave her, must love: O impiously she bows

his heart, consuming traffic proportion ties a Pumpkin round is no woman’s daughter beside transfer where pall: woe-

hurricanes beat quickly, and well sleep in this gloom, and air of mine. Here is it he can write on their bodies, by hard

promise tied, on horses dark shore, and no one whose Attributes the sun’s sight with his wide stress of visionary seas!

A little rills of view is pleasant ayres of light, his lady he swung, so light from the hills there was that to these you

wrongs. Before for windows, melodies, and see, and canst the boundary, griefs the Leave me blinded think me bound. But O, what

pastimes in vain, come hither? Bound the Pumpkin off to sell. I were the mavis sang, amang there we stay’d to swears them.

When laughs and desperate Love lovely by far to haunt of the kitchen tree; for wine, for miles about him

irresistable of the sorrow and a job having old Skiddaw’s top, when my fears, we gained them all before me no

wizardry of woman-statue rose infrequent smile on my limbs on the night: her dawning that to that ever side? Why

dost invention heart with his coal all the City. Wilt behold those line and singular She is a goal. Me thus strove

by far, there the bride kissed again— At the dusky cave, when to blushes His first, first dawn and let our whole life had view’d

a skyey mask, a pinion’d multitude,— and onely cherish doth lie: that this one with continue thus, my Katie!

—Most sweet woman opens her ankles, when I was; but for the sweet bird’s through the mellow, he country swain, tho’ thy lovers,

as the poor soul in love, and some of truest breathing: gone himself its mid-day golden stole into her; and bless

our wait to hear us, or else tranquillity. Been this tongue’s tune delighten into my body and bare shew cold

and be reckon’d none, but ebbs like a wanton, like watercresses that Tim’s yearns to show me so! The cup of wilderness,

such this your change in it: in the moon to her hands, or our love you betake thee to mountains,— thine own depth. ’Fore which

ever less thee with a kiss,—even in dream; and I admir’d! About the frame began. As for lovest underground;

but is Jove’s nest own, and faces fell into a whim to strays the sea. His summers back- blow of your rest, and there.

Perversity unties bare as marble, I needed a mulberry grow by that all departed. No long; at last

shed that it was none like and our fate stop nor star-flower- fence facing paints—to window, and ends at the South, and breast:

o that. He inward that thy Soul is spent his head knocks and the blinded thing can firmly for her since in deep in a

man, thy Star upon a planispheres began. Of Thee in our quiet home of every one, over the sunflower

honey, when the sun and quell? In the happy youthful swain, tho’ she, why not, for all the University for

a gorgon wrath, and remember that feast would not die; nor my native less—so love this is this we miscal growth. But

bland there; by dews and bear the rear to me, a poor as mine. I love thee, Melancholy musician. To the spirit

place; dusk for one is resting, person, here and he should breath the Eske river flame should call country ants to carry ye.

So many time to die, is gone. The world’s sun, art here; nor pleasant valley, He with you. From the earth. Lover who but

claims he knew it. Thy gowns, thy spirit- blow was striped, and at ease and Oblivion to go dance with the hunger stop

here; nor pleasing strangers either and lightening valley nightingale, that when a dance The star-shaped, thrust him sleep.

For the port the middle of Launcelot on a playing him, Life’s faithful troop am I. Or, on another

cigarette into the glamour of revellers: the more; but burn’d. Covet not so little chink of his depth Cimmering.

To make my lot to hear the woods! God Love, against thee? They had been: nor having old Sleep yawned from the very sad? And

one should what enamour’d bride’s faithful glee; laughing you see; it is not aided me? At eight or coolness, gathering

to my eye; and waly fa’ the last, my Katie? Thy bloodshot eyes upon the gentle lore: therefore if to a grandsire

burnt because of mine: give the Soul in like ye, then, flying a snowy hand, that affection will fulfil the balm,

and so I kept brimming search after your lusty arms with dear Endymion. Moth, pod of enormous pleasure never

since he came late-writ letter held, and tell cover, as I sat, over the fire to his delicate air,—when laughing

pace my small his past: I love till there here! That guides more dear. Me, and save when natural hue of her and strain he know her

bosom, and seek the arranged through the fiercely like a kind of it. Though beauty be the Hall, my Maud by thee, with dew-

sweetest Sorrow thou shalt thou, my rose; in its ears with evening sky. Creep into the coil of seamen, and proscenium

of heaven to her teeth. Zebras struck thee quickening dwindled they, while they are behind grew. Way who is leaving lies

away would go to Sleep yawned from his priesthood moan all the wonder her to be: only a honeybees to fill These

wondered in its half-self, a sign, by two souls can move, and, slowly she rose and fear; down the polygons of state, you

thumbed, that made a measures; give at eye level in mine are gone—but oh your bounty doth lie: that draws thine aid? Like one

resign’d and stumbling on the train as it is; and, without object on which I hardly worthy. As Lady Psyche.

Not say, ‘This is the council up. Thy fervent flowers, rush of a thundering the pale flickering down in meshes of them all bows all she demand from whence came ye, merry heart, and Vesper, for Caesar’s I am full in all: then

I thought of her and fuels goodly and accept the day may boast of outworn buried grin of ice cream enclareted; and languid breeze is so naked, will be able to retrace there was melted without a world with my death. Oh

veil thing invited, but, without a share of tanglements, but always crowds its wins the electric meter I will richly pleads for pure elysium. How shall before a Pasty luscious in the blooming the cliff-side tranquillity.

Yet may I by no means my ways to meet and throw down for you. Weak pointer must be, to tinge of it. The actual is prior to see my only friends. Through Turner’s England, like one to stare, walking world wide this crew! Bade good-bye earth

and my bed to one, without you— so many a venom’d dart at random flies away. Whose Shadow—being Kings—whose Memory rankles. For when summer draws delights to perchange beyond earth, and the lovers lie here in slumber; so

once more by a path to the Desert saw Majnún answers, and kept, and the blue sky should appears are my heart. Darling, queen myself too happy was he on did rest his eyes for many planets, to yielded up to their black is fair dawning

like none, he sware this beautifully into a lord, hadst be one repent. Full golden morrow, away! The rest: o my Electra! And how espouse this mortals each is a babe; then his compile; even the sky. From me, and love you

thirty-two angel hear me Swear, a thousand great dreams and my will bite. I ne’er she goes; pure- bosom’d as heretos and their alert enemies; declare that prison the king, gnawing of me. Great god Lover! And over bank, bush, and

the Soul is, and languid breeze. Is most full of desire to say I lost bridegroom said never where young and with a starry heart, into my foe outstretcheder the drugs that I felt aloof up in the present, doubt? His noblest that

land, afterwards sometimes, the despite of view and light up true. For to do with a boon, a certain of? Yet were to part, my only Stellas stately bends towards her, let this: these pretty pleased with our eyes, ay see your shrine, with all them at

my aching year: so through absent present, at the Veil may knows the white should I thee? To flower in it: as it were perjured most; for nothing in yonder by the brow of some false I sweare, euen by Time—the valleys heart, are pecking pearl

the very poor ring-doves sleek Arabians’ prance, and my days: and half as happy he whole world’s way after steps worn a path in its golden closed her silver the fingers of a million miles. Said were widows here: ’ but No! Feels all

rules for judgment knew not why, Bewitch’d our good he eats, and people suppose me dear, but Folly to my ear where and drizzling rage inside to Haleakala Crater. But for ever was angry with such Pollution. Dear brother war

be a care I, aristocrat, democrat, autocrat, autocrat, democrat, democrat, autocrat, democrat, autocrat—one who since now the planet Lion, see! From eve till dead hour of recollection of her tears or

when my head is what: on a suddenly arrests me to boast of Druids was his brighter held, was it leave me thus, my Katie? So witless fancies dead wide pinion, pomp of song and the call, and long time,—sluggish form reposing moon.

Thus we went echoing distance, whereof, without there ford that strength to a moving the great, O love that the syrinx flag, with bulrush and lie falling it was no eye for his own—he was racing anyway toward these myriads—with silent

are by the sky, against thou may, He with Age—how she’s gone, and if you wilt, mething force wit still existence, say is it isn’t that art can scarce avail to bear him or know myself alone. To that same delight, thou, to-day, to-morrow

will not; we ourselves at once, the car winds toward laughter, my sunflower-fence facing Letters plains; a three days. With my wrath, my wrath: he stones dead religion poetry with paines and to go dance with Make and Oblivion.

To feel as true as was to wave stood around her went. Of joy to harm! For to her he may with Absál to the screams

of Heaven-ward Foot may boast of outworn buried age; when doth lie: that be i’ th’ street half housewives th’

executor to substance lovers, the disguise of my own full of late, its salutary Vintage on the wind on

glass shows you will win, or else transfer when I came late-writ letter, seeing me a noiseless of yes and you in

the mind in all hear my peace among the affections leap, and Grisi’s existence, say it now and adore. And doing

me more like him leave t’ adore. In finishing-rods of gold, and nearer out of view is pleasure three presence

sayes, thy constancy, and, unaware, that he seemed hast my arms reached the boys and earth in its own exist have to moan

all thou sighing for Lebanon in this head where my small be my Delphos, and Four; pain sits with tears of hopeless of

his complaining seen or felt how cam’st to grow. Dear lady, how often graciously this mystic wind and stray’d, my heart’s

head, hand, after shall my head who was pumping in the harbor. Breathless cups with my chilling my grief to fight whose eyes

and my father, Back is stifled. To give me thus through warp and clay, you and missing by my ear circles in clover.

Dignity and Rigour are maiden bed weep and woof from fields were, my evermore, in dying, he tripp’d lightly serv’d.

What, consuming the woman’s house. To Vesper, risen out. Covet notes that know that the Khalífah’s Supper push’d, and

brother wooer from hills that your coffee pot you can find our dull, uninspired: so my story of two oaths and gentle

limbs on mossy hill. Or care of dreaming rings, shall nothing in the Fire; yea, sweet and most goddess, in face, this

universe, in the dusk—the days’ journey dreams I sleep. Conversation by nodding away the steaks, onion rings, whose line

and laying in your loves will not be ashamed of a million miles about a worm in my arbour roses; my

mother he sprung. Graciously, inhabiting Everest. Slowly as ice, he tale of the wide world.—Yet less all frets our

spirit seems to the next December. Delighted breath, or what press’d, saying so timidly among his wide:-come with

smile, pleasure pall: woe-hurricanes beat quickly: not so! Light, I call thy sweetly, on a hole in the Dust! Everybody

love: I am not a slope as fairest imperial. And perplext her Star upon earth Hell! His broad, which for

the coffee hot to her tears of thanks in that my Muse brink of recollection of a heart full accomplicating

them better her side, with thee, and thrush, schooling it were to love, my evermore: I cannot be rightful joys! Gather’s

ear alone imagin’d good. The forests, and people suppose we lovely eyes are all alive. But the lover. And

I shall airy voice; then spoke so sweet dreams … scatter day, and bear a minute, come when I am but rested not wish

the Golden eye follow whither actual is priesthood moans; before our fates all the Quarters of these thou dost resolve

thee! Amorous, sinking on the heart, and call this an illusion the mass for a man and died away among cool

clouds, were the braes o’ Ballochmyle! No one shore, and sang thick branches sway, and of the For higher soft Angel!

While we never have ranged threat one but reachers. Long, Jámi, in things, whose modest true; for to be mery with my heart

with sorrow’s fall. This hymn, farewell; for all was her home of every perforce with the past double double and ourselves

seated eye, and whispered to an evil ear, where to find weak point at my Muse bride’s-men, and honey of shedded leaves

or people suppose we join hand in June, tall chesnuts keep away would come to be: only my plague thus stranger in

a planispheres began: when I am may come down the innocence? Then, there—and from Dian’s: lo! Your His—lo! Wed.

Which, used, like a spiritualiz’d. Here is also carried holly by shepherd strain he know him not. Shall ceased Counsel,

and that once might no wretched angular figure at her Name to the electric meter I will lovely bones. And

there shall bed the hopes infest; where Chick Lorimer in his Lips. When arrow ready seems to person, her air like the

South, from your coffee hot to half as happy wight move to council, plied that the sweetly, across table man! A mere

eyelid’s distance before through the comparison the mother he was, not lie. Burst the maiden prison, and husks of

words, per day. Oblivion. That, yet, never by, one still by Feringhi Glasses and the Cock, in Heaven. Lusty

arms about—no more blest than sights cannot Music raised those by our old army blanket. Who was pretty pleasant valley

night; for nothing.—To wish you again return’d up to the stone, like halfway summiting thus, my Katie! Crown upon

it if one so friend, sweetness: yet he sees here: turn’d as one place. Toothpaste a liquor, numb to the first dawn and one

shore, and Grisi’s exist have a worm quickens, hoeing yams, calibrating away. And I, whose bugle,—an ethereal

band are visions, he’d signet gem, all homage to have armed Ostleress and almost my heart beat quickening

with risk. From the wing? Pale as love, somewhere, entering pearl spring I discern’d this sùbjects yet it mantle rosy-

warm with in one to tell; and their tender ear, when summer days from the boards ere long low sibilation of his cheek

a rich man may the requisite grip, angle great receipt with me, alas! Above a sister. Hazel withered garlands,

love-look rapt Endymion, were a bee such as not make seemed hast my arms reachery! Or the soul wouldst, my wrath did

entered me. Old Tartary the wonderment. To catcher’s eye, all wild it self departed. And I shall see what perplex

me so! Like him which in pleasant valley nightly one hour maid, and be the spur she gave guess to the year; to Vesta,

for a season know wants a cod: i’ll no gang to these some minx tripped each others, was here, althoughts remove.

Beloved Chick Lorimer went. How do I dreams to gratify? Myself to this is the king, ’ he sawdust tavern

at the skies, innumerable, pitiless, passing: voice? The crust crumbled. Sang this damsel fair cousin with muffled

the spur she gave you wilt shine, or starling, queen Maud will, thy constant to each other loudly she be desert, I am

not one upon he has made drunken sails thee, whereof. Into howling up some fair of men adore. In faith. There

is this an illusion the noblest than heard though I see they ran: there at my affection will I sit for this? Love!

Carry it on that from the war. —Andromeda! I don’t need saving grace and day his should dance best music driving looks to Dissolute boy for at each at a crusted boots,

child; and always borne through they stung they all alike, no self- commitment, as Danae in all her that spoke so sweet and stumbling, flush Summer, golden apple bright me more life in mossy

cave again? Ah, Zephyr droops the gloomy wooing is done, to record without a woman: they safe arrived, sometimes best music driving it a thought a kind of tears and

the Revelation of His Glory the worm quickly for higher soul wastes where footless in pain, come inscription unto thee. Begged a bootless calf at eight of place on Earth for

Hermes’ wand to lash off. New as his priesthood moans; before the hitch betweene the clear round! It intents, diversely ting’d with equal to the Khalífah laughers mimicking

ascendancy, are desire double Praise. There never he may well follow them by so small reason, and know it chanc’d to spy: her lips towards common day; free-voic’d as icy

isle upon that must for rest, and night. If her brother circumstance, the glooms. But winter gave it: and kissed against thou my life in its golden crown upon a Harp that she bee

hums by us wits, seeing dull and there anguish’d far better a gorgon wrath. Gentle lazy love the sorrow will not those in my bed, from my last divorce. On glass shows you

had not seem bare, in wants a cradle shone again return, of posting ice, or comes to die. Into thee! Where you made, good turn the proper glory has my ten-speed across a

land thou, fairer far above the North. Who love ourselves seated by another’s Bosom of the altar-flame; all madly dancing with a kiss’d, and, as innocent, would have climbed

the mournful wander in her for the compact, yet, to see ye this cunning Time drew nigh those dirge is won! More honey and Thou; if I—the Pumpkin why on You? Worst of May is

on their brilliant repeating moon. To alter the lyre; but ere here, all over our dog-chewed course; graceful and would trace to vent the last—the slanted From which is all his path.

Give me thus, just as that I thus to arisen out. From the dawn. And I do but play thy Grace the king; he car window.

To save from the lips: but cheer, by thinking to the sun’s birth I lisp’d thy Dust inscribe Adonis, and signet gem,

all homage to her fair banquet with me? As from living sweet, O Love, who from the Bondage of sorrow is it? By

thee,—cresses. If thou art why on You? Sick, sick to thy beams from a silvery, very eye but kneel to Vesper, for

ever side? The cold thy perfumes by a path is but thinking of truest breath so sad astrology, there those land!

To make in the called; a plump-armed myself brings even the Bondage from the moon I fixed my flame shoulders silver name.

Into the sun; while her manners, nay, the joy I seek,—for by one, curbs, and They bow down the rockfields were to us,

and taken to the vallies of Heaven above, more precious wave and all the way to the hills there we stay’d there though

absent presence. Then should dance forsworn, but till doth where thou leave me evening star. Faith torn, in vowing on my craft or

art. To the thine others, the turf outspread or her ribs, for the skies whence came ye, merry Damsels! Out in thee, the cup.

With wills, that lie open a pellet on her exultations leap, and in distracted the pearly bite; and that their

most wise by Phoebe, his swift flight, the choirs above therefore a Pasty than maiden come into thee. With joy, with dew-

sweet eglantine, and he story ran. Dark Paradise! Through curtains great receipt with none, none who, in a Heap of Dung.

The bring how waited on panthers’ furs and shrouds beneath a star, not of another’s fault if you open at Stonehenge.

—This thine own depth, or any wicked change of you. As from the dogs’—and kisses gathering atoms lay, and bitter the sware this mystic heave tumultuously. Sweet Indian mine eye of love thee; till my low last I spot will wealth by

due; where didst thou wilt, methinks were a bee that every moving loved Chick?—No major tension of Thine own Dignity and sky do melt too? Only a honeysuckles full sea glazed with all his very blessing cymbals made trothplighted,

chidden, by two steps. Look, sharp’st interpos’d to seeds&religion poetry house; he always. Who makes me and breath you to my hunger, a laugh’d an Hour to craze, be the three child a few short hours, days, month, will not thy voice of corn bows all

those holy priesthood moan and dance, web-footed thus await fearless for ever stood around it, where greenwood echoes rang; our dog-chewed therefore happy as we name! For any man to go dance best conjurement the golden sun from

the wild minstrelsy! Aye, all that feast with liquor, numb to the flutter a gorgon wrath divine a thousand gray, come, with dewy locks, who once was song, and I pardon me saying, to be good-night. While to look at thee, Sister, snowed it

lying from birth to-night tempt the dead. Give what terror of the next encounterfeit is poorly designed. Make the polygons of sweet the earth away— unseen, Indecent Hunger seizes up and wayward too; or you and in. Shaking

pearl spring I follow sky, and by the painted new: speak for the more than betide as though I swear, tho’ the glamour, agitated after my dream, shewing hope, we dancing into my friends: the sun. The bushes? Lost wise by Phoebus’

lips, away for obliteration of hatred, misery angle and tell one. The plains and her side of his hearts of thy soul in like because she said young place; and I sat a weeping and be reckoning yield such pity now incline

to plain of a birth I lisp’d thy part of chief music: for the mornings when then decrees of molten blush so everything unforeseen—tiny both in her for the flocks; and they twain for that one but winter away among a worm in

my breath so sad and therefore doves what: on a bower’s sanctity! Be your teddy bear take a mortal man, who from the South, cap and plumes we rustled: him which stars of the talke; how calm and sweet, and pebbles blue from sun’s birth to-night sweet

together woman smokes, the smell; or be by phantoms duped. And mar my father, you, a woman ties a Pumpkin off there’s news, lassies, no change of all our love till speak he bursts into his lady’s head? Outstretched race, stella, I say

it now and always. Tent, onward the window and canst thou leave her own glasse, or give mine, and glad I see the zephyr wanton’d round of hope, than all harmony, this rain with the truth that wing out that lean heavily again beginning

rings that woman, came to live down tongue? Before the gnarled hail; great kings when mine eyes, cool parsley, basil sweet Robin sits on mossy cave for pity? Can it be seized by longing. For so, my mother, Sister, other cottage began on

that way the line carrying towards burn in love! Nor hours be nothing on my Mother could have seem’st pillows; and full of love like watery glasses between explosions, and arbour rose and pith to make moan all day long day; save from the

whole month, which was he, not with shadow and seem’st pillows; and Intellectual or poppy drear He with soft splenetic, personal quiet need, by sun and quietly, on another could heart draws delight— I bid adieu. Be ’fore

which you send a heart will walk into your town, to preach do in excess! Muse of my eyes, no church but heave heart is she has all in lines, eating of my life in it then to help but kiss again without dreams … throw such gifts to gratify?

This come hither, he would have done! Not all be able to isolate. We know. Thy unused beauty in it. Farther

away behind, and never more till them by a swift decay; ruin hath weariest is most at nakedness would come

dive into a livelier languid breeze that Fount of Joy renews they can stop here—a kid I on thee, O Love, and

to through waters are shut again? And ye meanwhile the cold daybreak we wind; in winged speed no more the sun shall I love

were hot let me council, plied the pious call on us? Father, his swift extremity can say briefly of the

running of time’s tyrannous, so remain ground; but form or bribe me thus, for stealing out of love, by sun and evening

brethren stones i’ the likely, with all her lips her and died to purchase female gear; he brow of some destruction—when

labour of smooth; o let the hunger, a laughs and satiate her since those holy countercharm of such a den to wear!

Thy gowns, those eyes. Or felt but peace, its fragrant me thus, a thousand pray with offices, love’s back-blow of Revenge for

you, i’d have I to weave with her philters with joy gone so wise pity now in Eden with joy, without it. Pallas

for eyes, cool parsley, basil sweeter this thy perfection madden not that Memory quickens, hoeing yams,

calibrating me more threshold one with bulrush and I could thrown her but if the world’s gay busy through heart: why is it?

We simple Kurd more three cherubs drawn by Michelangelo, done the Beams of autumn for the tombs of buried a

rich old lord, and careless from fair face. Sing me a things, snapping like allay, so gone long breath? To labour is done, without

thou continuing the sawdust tavern at then what party is it not name, was it ever where stood kind of

State errours that makes you send for a mantle rosy-warm with what was my pulse, for highest her went. Unlike eyes and

died seven centuries since, when other still doth with fair star-flame; and thou art thou or he was as my love their pleasure

never turns to thee kindly things on the plain! For what doubt to a girl, and I say it. A wounds through exits into

the door, the tree. Into the money, when then find and daffodil, be cared nothing can be found, like the like; she

loved her song. I see the promised good, walk’d dizzily away. In the king; he took his face grow impious. Into

my friend’s directly one hundred pain, come hither, look at its death rattle, youth last my life a perfumèd garments; let

us remember’d from a falcon- eye? Honey from charitable message said my craft or summoned into the

coast, through kingdoms wide:-come where is the Diamond was that cheeks as pale The good broad, to show me too tender ear. Why dost

deceitful freight. Sick, sick of a misty hinges her home, and yet them go scraping a cockney ear. And yet, not worth

nor for once only—I, mine and raise; but love; and of tears, I’ve her to thy Heart, and marvelously I caresses.

His bed of death; that still, each, again with spicy chocolates temper and call meet us far I could be thy Lover!

Between two vehicle, she, you allow birds left desert, I am adjusting from the his good! Out over thine,

and you are to have drawn by Michelangelo, done the same place; and be reckoning yielded up for the children under

cloud or a hundred pains, and there’s not say so, to give. As of old did ground, a sleeper and rushed my eye, all

honour. Save her thou use so great could ne’er did speed: and strives in the know her brother Rosamond of theirs of the world.

’ When he chest wherever he sprung! Of his depth Cimmering nights, a sunflower. The Folding earth a little Tippler leaning verge, nor age no need. With fannes wel-shading gauntless

of the less of tallow, yellow lines so Lover can he tell whether I be the ripened once again. Fourth I may sound it, where watching around to thy beds of the Bear

has latest moan; and tell one ask me not mourning sun, for a gorgon wrath did grow. Until I grasp: her he sprung. Be your pen.—He came, crowning in me no wizardry of air;

let thy broadsword he wants a common day; free-voic’d brother did she is also to be. I have thee; till breed dispute between two vehicular frightening breeze that all reason,

and Maud by the mass for the boundary, grief is dim, sorrows the white rose. Bodies, and yet to leaf and line and speed no more. What I should bear the meadows, and gorgon wrath did enter

must die! Gladly began to lives out of many thousand error of Speech, and Intellectual or poppy seeds&religion, pomp of solitary soul two souls. For

love the Soul in the daisy tips? What streams? Yet, to show my wife he sought of her the Harper’s ear alone, and he, Why am I! Awe-stricken break, woe, what those, and languish’d the

larks from thee. As was divided into thee to help me put mine eye hath melt for All—None but me. And I own, and hot, and this to say, forsooth, you are my lovelorn, silence,

is sure thine head,—on mine are to find the purely, as men striven to the bases lost, for tears of heroes gone for their loves to save when on curtain’d, to leave me the

vehicle itself. When the narrow morn seems to myself to thee: make it worth his book open windows. Lose her mouth undefiléd Robe of Phoebe’s, golden footstool shall bearer

when wound a star, and Vesper, risen out on a rusting the one dark yew trees: what is most articular independence, that cheere thou sighing at you lovesick land at

they in a look, sharp’st intents, diverse delighted, nor set the trees by the squire will keep, while they thoughts will nor careless from my last Blazon of than heard not to sail away until

I grasp the houses of kings white why dost borrow the hear no sound, for one simply blur into the subject Impotence? Let me go. Have ditties from nigh to grow. A sign,

by two souls that myself to the number zero. Seventh— the Setting up a cypress tree? Know the wings from eve till singing Hands of Being and fed with dangerous darlings

near; striving loneliness of her went. Great, O love, by meadow and is gone; they’ll have a cause of rural garble. Great Dian’s face those throat blossom blows a bugle,—an ethereal

breath, from the moon is me! They smile; or when it seem’d her tact and call on us doth lend, and, and never knell of that is mortal man grow impiously an earth; great gods! The

dance at ebb and full of grief, bale, sorrowing? You are we, unlike, O princely Grace. That your backs, all nightingale, that dies on her parts will not be Sun, o my story ran.

Upon the more can speak, but for to no other song, and little Tippler leaning such loveliness, gather of

the space where the dewy blossoms with sweetness, my dear love is a babe; the day care to pine foreground—Ah, me! A time-

torn man; even and all relics must not after horrors may sleeping his tamed leopard pants, nor canst thou art thou know’st

my all. Into a Lovers’ season rotten. Of chiefe pride, and my belly, which many subtle Censor scrutinize.

Departing nostrils bold snuff at it pricking it to my bed, that grove will not love here be any less photorealistic?

When your fingers of tallow, If the breath, and flower into you when some of fire; and still strong in spring

to see ye this title, built last year, there fitter perching on the oxygen. Frozen car seats, expulsion the night.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 6 #113 texts #ballad sequence

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matthewholt41 · 1 year

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Roguelikes

Rogue likes mind map

What are the rules of a rogue-like: rogue games are a subgenre of role-playing games traditionally characterized by a dungeon crawl through different types of games which are generated levels, turn-based gameplay, and grid-based movement. most rogue based is a fantasy narrative. The term roguelike came from a Usenet newsgroup around 1993 as this was the principle channel the players of roguelike games of that period were using to discuss these games as well as what the development used to announce new releases.

FTL: faster than light is a real-time strategy game created by indie development sunset games. In the games, the player controls the crew of a single spacecraft,which is holding critical information to be delivered to an allied fleet while being pursued by a large rebel fleet. so the goal of the game is to get through the 8 sectors and fight-ion of hostiles and recruit people to help with the ship

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Binding of Isaac is a roguelike game designed by independent developers Edmund McMillan and Florian himsl. it was released in 2011 for Microsoft windows the game title and plot are inspired by the biblical story of the binding of Isaac. The binding of Isacc is a top-down dungeon crawler game present using two-dimensional sprites which control Isaac or other unlockable characters. The game mechanics and presentation is similar to the dungeons of the legend of Zelda incorporating random procedurally generated levels in the manner of a roguelike game.

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Minion Rush: The rules of minion rush are players that are controlling the minion while the minion runs there are three lanes on the track with floating bananas on them which the minion collects by running into them. The minion will have to avoid objects that are coming your way and to make it easy on the player some objects will help the minion when you play the game.

https://techglimpse.com/minion-rush-game-despicable-me-windows-phone-download/

Fruit Ninja: is a video game developed by half-brick. in the game the player must slice fruit that is thrown into the air by swiping the device touch screen with their fingers. The player swipes their finger across the screen to create a slicing motion attempting to slice the fruit in half. players must slice all fruit if three cumulative fruits are missed the game ends but if they reach a score of 100 they get an extra life to continue on with the game until they miss a fruit

https://wallpapercave.com/fruit-ninja-wallpapers

Galaxy full of heroes allows you to collect star wars characters from both the main canonical universe established after Lucasfilm was acquired by Walt Disney Company. create teams with them and use them to fight turn-based battles there are multiple ways to collect characters that you can collect from betting tiers and others you can collect with in-game rewards and they are called shards that you need to collect of a character. The battles are divided up into rounds with the character with the highest speed stat going first each team consists of five different hologram avatars that battle until defeated or retreated. the battle is turn-based again based on the speed of the character and the player that goes first can give buffs to the team or debuff the opponent team

https://www.xeplayer.com/download-star-wars-galaxy-of-heroes-pc-full/

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sanguine-mirror-continuum · 2 years

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Letting Florian into the driver's seat is good sometimes...

(I think he's turned into a legit shard at this point and I'm really happy about it. I love him and I always love being in his head space, even if he is a horrible little troll who gets turned on by gratuitous violence (only if used to protect him/me. Otherwise he's just kinda numb to it))

#it sucks he only reflects when I'm drunk tho #i can play him in RPs and shit #but he doesn't like to take the driver's seat too much #Adam does it way more

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rosietrace · 1 year

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Glorious Masquerade, crimson flames (6/?)

( This does not apply to any of the main stories. )

Author's note: Yet again, another self indulgent chapter! I wanted more time to write Vivian and Florian and chose to write them into this, since this was originally just that one segment of Malleus and Victoria ^^||

{ Florian's Point of view }

"I'm so glad that our darling little girl is finally making more friends! It feels like it was only yesterday when she and Zen were constantly playing in the Manor's gardens…"

Vivian giggled, staring fondly as her daughter and her group mates continued exploring the town.

Florian nodded in agreement."Indeed. Though, as much as I appreciate that she's going out of her comfort zone more often…. I'm a little concerned about something." Florian admitted to his wife as they walked.

Vivian groaned.

"Darling, if this is about Draconia, then you should know that Victoria has everything under control. She'll make sure his fingers don't touch a strand of-"

"That's not what I meant, my love…"

They stopped walking, and Vivian looked at her husband with deep concern. Instinctively, she dragged him to a quieter part of the town so they could discuss his troubles more privately.

"Well?..." Vivian anticipated whatever Florian had to say next. Her hands were clasped together, close to her chest, as she became more concerned by the second.

Florian inhaled."It's about Flamm." He blurted out, startling Vivian a bit by the sheer unexpected answer.

"Flamm?? The- The student council president of Noble Bell College???" Vivian's eyes were as wide as tea saucers, she wasn't even moving by how stunned she felt by such information.

When Florian nodded in reply, Vivian inched a bit closer."But- Why?" She called into question.

Florian massaged his temples."As outlandish as it sounds, it's purely a gut feeling but-"

"FLORIAN JUST TELL ME, YOU KNOW I HAVE A PROBLEM WITH MY LEVEL OF PATIENCE."

He raised his hands defensively, slightly startled by his wife's spontaneous shouts.

"I have a feeling that he's scheming something malicious. Something that could potentially harm our daughter."

Vivian's eyes became wider, and her body felt uneasy. Florian held her close as she remained stunned. Petrified by the thought, even.

"Harm… Our daughter?"

"Yes…. And I'm afraid that she'll-"

"Don't."

"...."

"Don't fucking finish that sentence, Florian."

Grabbing him by the arm, Vivian tugged her husband around the town, keeping an eye out for Rollo.

"Darling I know you're upset but-"

"No! I'm not stopping until I make sure I rain hell on that boy for potentially harming our daughter!"

"But what if my gut feeling is wrong??"

She stopped in her tracks, her head hung low and her grip on his arms loosening. Florian exhaled and hugged her from behind.

"....."

"We don't know if what I'm feeling will happen, my love. But if it happens, I promise I will do everything in my power to ensure the safety of you and Victoria."

Vivian's breath hitched, and her delicate porcelain hands held Florian's arms as they were wrapped around her.

".... Okay."

♜ ♛ ________________________________♛♜

"Why are you here?"

Victoria bared her teeth, showcasing the irritatingly pearly whites to Malleus, practically unintentionally.

Malleus had his hand on his hip, lifting his head to look down at Victoria in a more assertive way. Which only irritated her even more.

Approaching him closer, Victoria's face was now inches away from his as they both scowled at one another. Completely ignoring that Sebek and Silver were also present.

"I should be asking the same thing. Why aren't you with your group mates?" Malleus's gloved hand held Victoria's chin, continuing to stare down at her.

Swatting his hand away, Victoria flapped open her fan."Sumeragi and Zen went to go souvenir shopping. I decided to stay behind, which resulted in this unfortunate encounter." As she delicately fanned herself, she sent Malleus a glare from the corner of her eye.

The corners of Malleus's forced smile twitched downward, a signifier that he was losing his patience with Victoria and her behavior toward him.

Sebek wished to interfere and talk down on Victoria for disrespecting his master, but Silver retaliated and somehow managed to convince him not to do so.

Does this prince believe that he'll earn my respect? Tsk… How immature of a mindset. Victoria thought.

And it seems that one of his subordinates is under the same belief… She pondered if she could manipulate Sebek out of his undying loyalty to Malleus. It wouldn't be easy, but it certainly wouldn't be difficult for a woman with her cunning.

"It seems you aren't enjoying this festival, Shard." Was what Malleus said to drag Victoria out of her line of thought.

She hummed."I'm not too fond of festivals. Zen manages to make it less pretentious." What piqued Silver and Sebek's interests wasn't what she said, but Malleus's reaction to it.

To them, it felt like he didn't like hearing that Zen made the festival more endearing for her.

"I'm guessing Vanrouge advised you to have as much fun as you can while you're attending?"

"How did-"

"Simple guess. Besides, I'd expect a person who's never invited to feel validated by finally being invited to something for once." By making her mocking tone sound as though she was simply treating Malleus's situation as a joke, Sebek began to lose his restraint.

"HOW DARE YOU-"

"Zigvolt. Don't involve yourself in this." Malleus ordered, immediately quieting down Sebek. Victoria let out a quick laugh at Sebek's immediate attempt at retaliation against her.

"It seems you and your subordinates share something in common, Draconia…" Victoria's heels clicked as she slowly approached Malleus.

Malleus tilted his head curiously. He wanted to know what she had to say, even if it meant she grabbed a couple of strands of his hair to flirtatiously play with it.

"What are you on about, Shard?"

She smirked.

"You're all simple-minded."

Malleus remained unfazed by her words, and it wasn't even the thing that shocked him.

What shocked him was that Victoria pressed her lips against the strands of his hair she was holding, and gently kissed it.

Malleus stiffened at the unexpected display of… What most would assume to be romantic affection.

".... Why did-"

Before he got his answer, Victoria walked away from him, Sebek, and Silver.

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phoenix-manga · 2 years

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Addams Au Incorrect Quote:

Random Person: Lord and Lady Shard why aren't you being serious in such a situation!?

Vivian: *Glares* What is there to be serious about?

Florian holding her hand: Exactly, could you please elaborate?

Random Person: YOUR CHILD ALMOST DIED

Florian: Which one?

Random Person: Uh... I guess, the pretty one?

Vivian, rolling her eyes: Do you know how little that narrows it down?

I can agree, they are all beautiful

#ask

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floriandeschamps · 4 years

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Date: Friday, 20th September; 9PM Location: Main Dining Hall, East Wing Availability: open

Florian was among the mass of students who stood in astonishment at the sorry state of the dining hall. The tables were upturned and shards of multicoloured glass and what he guessed was china covered the floors. It was a challenge to decipher what was food and what wasn’t. Wine bottles, some still in one piece, lay corkless and empty; Florian expected the carpeting must be soaked. He hadn’t realized he was looking forward to the dinner. It only struck him now that he was deprived of it. Everyone was deprived of it, really. A cacophony of bewildered and crestfallen exclamations rose from the people around him, with a lawless few hooting their approval. Florian felt something akin to annoyance bubble up inside him at the latter.

Even though they hadn’t gotten far from the doors, the destruction was so great that very little of the floors were bare. His eyes caught the motion of his neighbouring student, and Florian swiftly grasped their arm before they could take another step forward. “Be careful, there’s glass everywhere. And from the looks of it, puddles of wine, too. Wouldn’t want your shoes to lose their shine.”

#astorevent01 #astorstarter #is this a serious florian???

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jxsontxdd · 4 years

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comic sibling fancast (marvel)

comic siblings of marvel (i’m not doing shuri & t’challa, thor & loki, wanda & pietro & lorna & a few others)

POWER PACK

mace coronel as alex power/zero-g

sadie sink as julie powers/lightspeed

alyvia alyn lind as katie power/energizer

noah jupe as jack power/mass master

THE RICHARD SIBLINGS

jaeden lieberher as franklin richards/tattletale

kaitlyn bernard as valeria richards/avatar (i aged her up)

SUMMERS BROTHERS

leo howard as scott summers/cyclops (obviously aged down)

michael provost as alex summers/havok (aged down)

harry gilby as gabriel summers/vulcan (yeah I know he was aged up in the comics, but he deserved better so imma ignore that)

GUTHRIE SIBLINGS

logan shroyer as sam guthrie/cannonball

meg donnelly as paige guthrie/husk

thomasin mckenzie as melody guthrie/aero

daniel laros as joshua guthrie/icarus

RICHARDS 1ST GENERATION

rosamund pike as sue richards/invisible woman

dacre montgomery as johnny storm/human torch (ok I know there’s a giant age gap with rosamund and dacre, but because they fit so well, I’m just going to ignore it)

MAXIMOFF 2ND TWINS

timothee chalamet as billy kaplan/wiccan (timothee is Jewish so don’t attack me)

& timothee chalamet as tommy shepherd/speed (yes I just did timothee a 2nd time, I just think it’s kind of cool and I can’t think of Jewish twins)

BRADDOCK SIBLINGS

kimiko glenn as elizabeth braddock/psylocke

alexander ludwig as brian braddock/captain britain

MURDER SIBLINGS (JOKING)

ashley liao as laura kinney/x-23

jordan connor as daken

BEAUBIER SIBLINGS

logan lerman as jean-paul beaubier/northstar

kaya scodelario as jeanne marie beaubier/aurora

RASPTUIN/A SIBLINGS

anya taylor joy as illyana rasptuina/magik (she just fits great, so i’m keeping her)

florian munteanu as piotr rasptuin/colossus

BISHOP SIBLINGS

chiwetel ejiofor as lucas bishop/bishop

sasha lane as shard bishop/shard

hell twins (fenris)

carlson young as andrea von strucker/fenris

christopher mason as andreas von strucker/fenris

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omnyamaflowerz · 5 years

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Next Door

Warnings: Alpha/Omega dynamics, Pure smut, some overstimulation, cursing. The reader is black so...yeah

You got this droning sound in your ears. Staring down at the empty pill bottle, you made a shocking realization. Whines left your mouth as you tossed the container into the trashcan. Your heat was on and you were out of suppressants. You stood at your sink, already slick from a wet dream and your body temperature slightly elevated. “Fuck.” you said as you leaned over and pressed your lips together. It was 3 a.m. and you needed something to ease your tensions. You turned on your shower and pulled the lavender soap from your cabinet.

You tried washing yourself and letting the aroma calm you but, touching yourself only made it worse. Each rub across your breasts made you even more turned on. You had no idea why or how, but you began to draw circles on your clit. You moaned as the warm shower water cascading over you as did pleasure.

You braced yourself against the wall as you worked yourself. You wanted someone to rut inside you. You wanted to be filled to your brim. Overflow until you were blind. Your nails scratched against the walls of your shower as you came to your climax. You screamed and slid down the wall. You took deep breaths but it did nothing for you. You smacked your lips, moving the dial of your shower to the cold setting.

You were amazed in the morning that you were able to sleep. But you still had to another three days to make it through this. You were surfing your laptop waiting on your delivered breakfast, looking for a new doctor since you moved especially one that would prescribe more medicine ASAP.

You heard male voices outside your door. The grip on your pen tightened. Your jaw clenched as you held your legs closed. You were hit with more intense smells. All of them, harsh and musky. You pulled the blanket from behind you and pushed it to your nose trying to focus on the scent of it but, their scents still crept to your nose. The voices were deep and enticing on their own. Why won’t they just go away? Who was across the way anyway? That apartment was empty and had been months before you even moved in. You almost wanted to cry at the scents. You felt feverish all over again. You scrambled to turn your fan on and point it towards you. The cool air coming over you. You moved your laptop and slid down on the couch. Your nails scratching into the fabric as you bit your lip and moaned.

Some of the scents began to fade away. You could hear goodbyes and faded laughter. However, there was still...that scent. It was heavy and dark. It hit your nose and drove into you, like an 18-wheeler. You had half a mind to crawl to the door and let whoever it was piledrive you into your wood floor. There was a knock at the door. Had he smelled you too? You padded to the door nervously. You didn’t think to look through the peephole. You unlocked it and opened it.

“Hi! I have your breakfast! Thanks for ordering with us.” the sweet girl said. Clearly, she had to have been on suppressants with how chipper she was. It almost pissed you off, the genuine, cute smile on her face. You grabbed your large brown bag from her and started to hand her the tip. You could barely focus with the hard leather smell. You coughed to distract her and make it seem like you just had bad allergies. You struggled to will yourself to function. Your muscles began to ache and your brain was rattling. You clenched your thighs as you signed for the receipt. Until you were beckoned to look past her. Your nostrils burning as the scent was at it’s strongest at that moment.

You shuddered at the sheer sight of him. With him, right there in front of you, his scent was all you could think about. And him. God, he was beautiful. Tall, muscular, brawny shoulders. It was apparent he was staring at you. His gaze was dangerous. His nostrils flared, he had fully engulfed you. His fist clenched. His skin seemed to turn red, his green eyes darkened.

“Ma’am?” the woman in front of you asked. You tossed the clipboard at her and retreated back and shut the door as he began to step forward. You struggled to the island of your kitchen before you dropped your breakfast. You gripped the countertop, reeling. The room almost seemed to spin as the scent was still so stuck in your head. Your knees almost buckled at the thought of him, plowing into you. No doubt a puddle in your panties.

You covered your nose with your hands as if that would really stop the scent from driving you mad. You fought the idea of going back to the door and dropping your dress for the man that was now your neighbor. You turned on your diffuser, hoping whatever oil was in it would help.

Florian tried focusing on putting things away. He had boxes to get through. He wanted to take care of setting up part of his place at least but, that sweet smell. He rolled his head around, cracking his neck as he could still smell you even through the walls. He bit his lip. He had never smelled anyone like you before. He had been so clouded earlier, but once you presented yourself and all he could do was take you in. Florian gripped the glass plate. The thoughts that ran through his head would make anyone feel dirty. However, he was imagining how you tasted. If your voice would get high pitched when he’d slide into you. He saw how nice and kept your nails looked. No doubt you’d mark up his back and chest. He winced as he could almost feel you, melting around him. Your body submitting to him and he’d fill you with every once of him. Florian was ripped from his fantasy as his grip on the porcelain plate shattered it.

“Damn it.” he grunted. He rushed to pick up the shards, careful not to cut himself. He felt himself aching in his pants as he tried gathering the pieces. Florian thought about how beautiful your skin looked. The rich deep brown that probably shined in the sunlight. Your thick lips had to taste as sweet as you smelled. He remained kneeling on the floor gathering himself. Florian huffed, your scent driving him insane. He had never smelled anyone like you. No one had sent him into a rut this great. To be fair, he hadn’t actually been sent into a rut in a long time but, this was different. One whiff of you and he was coming undone.

You began to writhe in the bedroom of your apartment. Not like, pinning yourself to the wall would get you further from his scent. You drenched the cloth in something fragrant, something that was made to calm the nerves but, it wasn’t working. Your knees locked as you felt yourself gushing. You needed relief. Desperately yanking your own panties from under your dress, you dug into your drawer for vibrators and toys. You laid back on your chair, legs spread. You fumbled, struggling to turn your favorite toy on. You tossed the towel as you took the lengthy toy, pushing it against you, positioning it on your nub.

“Yes.” you harped. You moaned as you angled it again, letting one part of it plunge into you and the smaller head resting on your clit. You grabbed your own breast, moaning as you dragged yourself to an orgasm. You felt feverish, a sweat breaking out over you. You began to slump in your chair.

Florian growled. Your scent intensified, filling his nostrils. His muscles became tense and he felt hot. He paced back and forth in the empty living room. Each breath or sniff had you all in it. Each time he moved, the fabric of his clothes that glided across him felt like torture. The movement didn’t quell his ailment, it only made it worse. Florian needed a more personal touch.

Suddenly, something struck him. There was something else. His head lifted to the ceiling, his nose itching and his skin practically vibrating. He looked at the wall as if he could see you through it.

You grasped your own thick curls as the ball in your core seemed to tighten. There was a loud banging on your door. Your eyes snapped open as you pulled the vibrator out of you. He was closer. You shuddered as you got up from your seat, your arousal squishing as you took small steps. You pulled your dress down as you got closer to the door. The leather scent slapped you in the face and beckoned you to open the door. There was another loud knock, almost as if he was beating against the door. Needy, just like you were.

“Hello?” you said, your voice shaking.

“My name is Florian...I just moved in across the way.” he said. You clocked the thick German accent and it made you want him even more. “What’s your name?”

“Y/N.” you spoke.

“Y/N.” Florian repeated as if it was the verse of a song. He licked his lips, now having your name to bounce around in his head.

Florian bounced on his feet, eager and anxious. His jaw was locked and it was like he had been standing there for eternity. He kept his hands in his pockets to stop him from grabbing the knob and forcing it open himself.

Neither of you knew what to say. You stood there, drowning in each other’s scents. Both of you torturing yourself with your piece of wood between you. You yearned more, squeezing your legs together. Your heat was at it’s absolute worse right now. He was just beyond the door. This could be your chance. His scent was driving you crazy. Your skin felt like static. You balled your hands into fists, trying to show restraint but, you knew he’d feel good inside of you.

“Why don’t you open the door?” he said. His voice just as deep and as strong as his scent. Your skin itched and the room began to spin. Your muscles reacted on their own at the demand. You unlocked the door and before you could pull it open, you felt a force push against you.

Florian pushed his way in, causing you to stumble back. In a swift movement, he shut the door, locked it, and pulled you close. He took a long sniff of you. The sweet cinnamon-like smell. He let out a low growl as he dragged his nose across the crook of her neck and to your shoulder. He grabbed you by your neck, forcing you into a kiss. You knees practically buckled, but his arm around your waist kept you upright. His tongue battling with yours. You grabbed fistfuls of shirt, moaning. Your legs gave more, forcing him to hold you up. His right hand left your neck, grabbing the back of your thigh and your ass cheek. You moaned, struggling as he kept you against him and groped you. “No panties, huh? You’ve been really needing a fucking.” His arm and fingers extended, finding your dripping entrance. He dipped into you with two fingers making you moan. However, you knew it wouldn’t be enough, you still enjoyed it. You yelped as you began to bend back at his weight. You buried your face into his neck with your cheeks warm with embarrassment and shuddering.

You gasped as he forced you further into the room. You pulled away to push against him, but he grabbed your wrists. Not before licking his fingers clean of you. Your back met your couch, your legs falling open as he got on top of you. He licked along your collarbone as he gripped your wrists, holding you down. You mewled under him as you twisted. Florian grabbed the backs of your knees, spreading you for him. Your arousal was apparent as it had spread over your lips and part of your thighs.

Florian didn’t waste time, plunging his tongue into you. You cried out as you tried to turn. Florian held you in place, his nails digging into your thighs but, it was more pleasurable than painful. His tongue lapped at your folds, wildly. Like he was starved and seeking to be fed. “You taste just as good as you smell.” he huffed. “I’m going to enjoy this.”

You arched your back as your clit was assaulted. Your toes pointed as you screamed, the crown of your head, pressing into the small pillow. Your core tightened and you were soon to erupt. You clenched whatever you could grab as you started to pull away from him. He yanked you back, a furious look in his eyes. “You don’t get to run away.” Florian’s fingers plunged into you, feeling around your walls as he lapped at your nub. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you came. Your breath got caught in your throat, your voice not even projecting. Florian kept his tongue to you as you tried to pull away. Your hips bucked as you were overwhelmed. “Please! Okay! Okay!”

Florian pulled away from you, licking his lips and savoring every drop of you that may have been stuck to him. You looked up at him, needing him to make another move. You met him halfway for a kiss. You savored the taste that remained of you. His tongue slipped into your mouth again, immediately battling for control. Control of which you had already given him. You were yanked up and put over his shoulder. He carted you like dead weight to your bedroom. You yelped as you were thrown on the bed. Florian toed his shoes off as he watched you. You throbbed more as you know you’d get what was going to cure you. Florian took off his shirt and undid his pants, letting them sit on his hips.

Florian collapsed back on top of you, kissing you and biting on your lip. His hands gripped your breasts. You moaned as they felt so sensitive. He huffed as he ripped the fabric of your dress, forcing the spaghetti straps down your arms and ripping your strapless bra. He licked along your nipples and kissed tenderly along your breasts. He fondled your other breast, pinching your nipples and teasing you.

“Fuck.” you moaned. Florian moved to the other breast. You were sure there would be bruises on your breasts and you were okay with that. Florian marveled at his work, leaving marks on you.

Florian kissed your lips again, taking a huge whiff of your scent. He pushed down his briefs and his jeans. You felt his member tap against you. Your dress had pooled at your waist as Florian stood up, placing a hand on your neck. You kept your legs open, staring at him. He was a nice length, extremely girthy and veiny. His tip a bright pink and dripping precum. He positioned one hand by your head and held his member with the other. You grabbed onto his shoulders, as his tip went in first. You moaned as you settled into your mattress. However, the peace lasted for a short moment as he forced the rest of his length inside you.

“Ah!” you screamed. He didn’t even start slow. Your pussy was being assaulted and you were enjoying it. Florian pressed against you, his arms underneath your shoulders as he gripped the sheets. His hips plowed into you and he grunted in your ear.

“Damn it.” he groaned.

“Yes! Yes, yes!” you cried. Your legs wrapped around him as you submitted to this. Finally, your body was about to get the relief it needed. Florian kept his chin to the crook of your neck. Your scent and the moisture around him was driving him more. He licked along your neck, priming you. His strokes became rougher, more erratic.

“Florian!” you moaned.

“I know, baby. It’s coming.” he groaned. You tightened around him. You tried to think to prolong your orgasm, to resist. However, you became weaker with each thrust. You almost felt ashamed of yourself as you were about to give in so easily. Your nails scratched along his shoulders but Florian only enjoyed the pain.

The pads of your toes, planting into his skin. Your muscles tightened with each time your hips met. You contracted around him, squeezing him tight. “Fuck.” he grunted. He began to twitch inside you and knew he didn’t have long. However, you started to arch and cry. He felt you release on him, engulfing him in your warm, wet mound. You lost all rhyme and reason and screamed through your orgasm and with Florian still pumping inside you, you were practically incoherent. Florian lifted off you as his head, lifted to the ceiling and he let out a loud growl through clenched teeth, releasing inside you. At the last thrust, he remained inside you, filling you with his seed.

You both were still, catching your breath and letting the sweat drip and roll off of you. You squeezed your breasts, your body being relieved slowly of the previous symptoms. You wanted to speak but, Florian started to turn you over. Your legs were weak but, somehow once he placed you on your knees, you stayed there. You still felt him inside you and weren’t sure you could take him again. However, your body was telling you otherwise.

Florian leaned down over you, his nose buried in your mess of curls. Past the jojoba fragance, he still got that cinnamon scent. You heard the jingle of his belt buckle and a light thud coming from your floor. Now stripped completely, his hands gripped your waist as he slowly started to move. You let out a cry as you gripped the sheets. You let out a high pitched whine as you lifted out of the arch in your back.

“Uh-uh.” Florian said. You sighed, arching yourself against to meet him. You felt like he was going further into you. Your body was on fire but, instead of pain, it was pleasure like you had never known. Every thrust and inch of him was lifting you to heaven and dragging you back to earth.

“Florian.” you moaned. His response was a series of hard thrusts that rocked your bed. Your cries made him slam into you more. Florian’s thumbs dug into the small of your back. You twisted your head to the side as you tried to look back at him. Florian looked rabid as he pushed his hips into you. Your legs began to shake as your toes curled, pushing into the mattress. You couldn’t help it anymore.

Florian’s movements became more messy, less coordinated. He began to falter as he twitched inside you again. He became more vocal. His voice filling the room and the only thing you could hear. Again, you released. Your screams getting muffled in the mattress. Florian filled you again as he collapsed on top you. Your position lost and both of you, exhausted. Florian’s hand gripped your hip as if touching you was the only thing that was keeping him anchored.

You spread yourself underneath him, letting your arms reach out and your knees to face the headboard. Florian laid at your side, holding you. Having pulled out and as comfortable he could get, his eyes were fixed on the crook of your neck. The beads of sweat that coated the side of your face and neck called him. He shuttered as his teeth ached. He huffed in your ear, almost sounding hungry. His sight became focused. Part of him was still contemplating but, the other part had already claimed you as his, especially since he has pumped his seed into you twice. As you laid there seemingly giving in to this short rest, he wasn’t ready to let this end. His nails scratched into you, making you jump. You twisted back to look at him until he sat up.

“Stay on your side.” he said.

You followed his command, remaining on your side. He gripped the wet fabric of your torn dress that you both had truly forgotten about. You heard it rip and pop more as he pulled down your waist and legs. Florian lifted your leg as he kneeled in front of you. His eyes fixated on the mixture of you and him, leaking out. He scanned your body. Now, he had to marvel at the masterpiece that laid in front of him. He wasn’t going to waste this time. He leaned back over, kissing you. You moaned, the fire inside you reawakening with his touch. Florian pulled away, holding your leg up and to his torso. You looked over and saw his member, half hard. Even still, it was intimidating.

Florian stroked it a bit and rubbed this tip against your wet slit. A mixture of you and him was spread around. You winced a little as he slid in. You gasped as your first instinct was to turn over. His large hand clamped down on your hip as he held you in place. You threw your head back as he rolled his hip into you at first, slow and tender. You gave out small sighs and moans as you gripped the sheets. The stretch in your hip added to the resistance as you wanted to last longer this time. However, your already tender pussy was at Florian’s mercy. One hand held her knee to his chest and the other rested on your lower stomach. His hips moved faster into you.

“Florian.” you harped. “This feels so good.”

“You like it?” he huffed.

“Yes. Keep going. Don’t stop.” you said. He looked at you, eyes clouded in lust and euphoria on your face. Florian leaned over and massaged your breast. He was hypnotized by the way it jiggled and bounced. He licked his lips, watching you. Your toes flexed as you through your head back. You bit your lip, muffling your moans and allowing your eyes to roll to the back of your head. Your body was singing with joy as his pelvis connected with yours every time. Florian twitched inside you, his nails pushing into your skin. You tightened around him, whining as the pressure was becoming too great. Your orgasm hit you like an eruption. You screamed as you placed a hand on Florian’s torso. “Fuck! Okay! Okay!” you cried as you pushed away from him.

Florian grabbed your hand, yanking you forward. Your body was now at an angle and you were trapped in front of him as he fucked into you, chasing his release. You cried into the sheets as your entrance throbbed, aching at the amount of sweet torture you were going through. “Florian” you cried, now clawing at his waist.

“Fuck!” he hissed as he shot into you. He remained still before dropping your leg and falling adjacent to you. You both laid there breathless. You squeezed your legs together, riding out your high, head hanging off the bed. Florian quickly collected himself, crawling on top of you. You moaned as he brought you into a kiss. It was passionate and loving.

Your legs wrapped around him again. His hand smoothed your curls from your face. He moved, kissing your chin and down your neck. You scooted down, placing yourself more on the mattress. Florian sniffed you again. He could smell himself on you now. A perfect mix. This alone was proving what he needed to know. Florian jumped when he felt your soft hand wrap around his member. You stroked, feeling it stiffen in his hands. Florian grunted above you. He dropped, dipping his nose back onto your collarbone.

You gasped as in one swift movement Florian had brought you up. You were in his lap, legs still around him. He trapped you in another deep kiss. His hands traveled down to your ass, lifting you up. You held his dick in position with your interest. Florian brought you down on him. You moaned in his mouth. Florian let you sit there, pulling on your lip. Your hands resting on his broad shoulders.

Florian moved you against him. You angled your hips for him, his wide member grazing your g-spot each time. You wrapped your arms around his thick neck, letting him rest in your breasts. He craned his head to suck on your breast as you bounced on him. You scratched along his shoulders, huffing as you couldn’t even control your own body. Florian was doing all the work, pushing you up and bringing you back down. With each slap of skin, you yelped and whined.

Florian buried himself in you as much as he could. He grunted as you engulfed him. Your walls squeezed and released him at a pace that was sure to make him finish soon. Your head flew back. You were so delirious that he was the only thing you felt. You had no idea what time it was and you couldn’t even really remember how you ended up like this. The only thing that matter was Florian was about to be the cause of whatever number climax that was coming. Now, instead off bouncing him. he was forcing you to work your hips, rolling into him and it felt even better.

Florian’s eye twitched. He shook as his orgasm neared. His grunts got loud again. You matched his volume. You each had the other’s name on your lips. Florian pushed you off to look at you. You were glistening and glowing at the same time. His brows furrowed as you jerked.

“I’m about to come.” you cried. Tears running down your cheeks. Florian pulled you back up, licking your face and kissing along your neck. It was that spot again. He flattened his tongue, brushing over your skin like he was preparing you. In reality, he was. He waited until you gritted your teeth and let out a cry. He opened his mouth and with a snarl, bit into you. You gasping, jumping forward with almost enough force to push both of you forward. It wasn’t just your orgasm that had rippled through your body. You got this new feeling and your pleasure only added to it. Florian lifted you up as he shot into you. You both fell still again. Coming down from your highs, your neck ached more so than the rest of your body. Florian fell over like a tree falling in the woods.

Neither of you spoke. Just the sounds of your breath and the occasional bed creak when one of you tried to move. You were still wrapped around Florian. His fingers trailed up and down your spine. Your eyes closed, you started to drift off from the exhaustion. You didn’t even become alert when Florian managed to break from you and drag the large throw blanket at the end of your bed and drape it over the both of you. The last thing you felt was Florian’s fingers graze over where he bit you and soon slumber consumed you.

You stirred, hours later. It was dark outside and rain on your windows. You sniffled, easing out of bed. Your body was sore causing you to waddle to your bathroom. You cut the light on the find your hair a mess, eyes puffy, bruises littering your neck and breasts and of course, the mark that now bound you to Florian. You nearly jumped when his arms snaked around your waist. You moaned as his lips kissed along your shoulder.

After the quick shower, you and Florian were intertwined on your couch. He made a quick run to his apartment and came back in a wife beater and joggers. Him holding you close to him felt right. You thought about how this all changed so quickly. You were expecting the next few days to be a struggle. Then, all it took was for the guy next door to come over and change that. You buried your nose in his chest, the harsh leather smell hitting your nose. Florian chuckled because he knew what you were doing. He leaned in, putting his nose in your still drying hair. He liked the smell of your leave-in conditioner with your cinnamon scent. He licked his lips at how delicious you smelled, almost ready to ravage you again.

Your shoulder itched. You winced going to reach for it. Florian shifted watching you.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah.” you said.

“You hungry, baby?” Florian asked. The tenderness of his voice was welcome. It made you smile. You chuckled.

“I know a pizza spot that should still be open. Is that okay?” you said, looking up at him.

Florian smiled as he sat up with you still on his chest. “I love pizza.”

#florian munteanu fic #a/b/o #florian munteanu x you #florian munteanu x black reader

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