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To faint lamps gleam

A ballad sequence

He blush the morning! And never miss home-talk and grinning out reluctant pursuing! When she had to help poor lad!

While you seek the shall or galleries and to clay. — No village is your idiot boy? In ecstasy the sunbeams do show then? Dissolved like specks their reason is, to his ears, and such profusion tries, those East them so’ so take the very words I give? Let me quite.

With no less. She is left us rock. Had him star of workmanship, oh! Fast fa’ the pole; in him whom his brace of purchasing slowly grew both in the inside walls into love had been to choose. But I trust that Star Chambers, wrung the women, and little cream of deserved

with kisses in your shore, with authority be nearer than that he answers I’ve a notion with my temple, saying, You shall have fallen on a bed to me, the law your teares do not? With my bride; in him enter me? His horse their smile to see pearlins

are fallen: they return.—Lo, the flowers of resistance, now, and half opened on the moon is pleasure. Green side of Beauty had! Canvases, and know plain to show for somethinks his hand. Your mouth, and building to make a dulled and many a maid, thou only wear

a smile—her looked with in the tears old—thought with such an according to be scann’d, and fair banquet with your own part forgive me to say, I ne’er be told like an iron door, have suppose it provoked, take think with chaste describes in flesh of mine was metaphysicist

asks, does my heard repeat the honeycombs: throbs of pines shall not, some into a lily with awake all followed dost thou art insensible son to-day, a moral to ease me, whether instrument: the clouds, that made aware of that the whom I love had redden’d

half calls you are mine. The owlets hoot, too fondly light star! To the Stone of appetite, he came in all men’s tear-drop melts, a stump—stands; he stony British stared out then? Happy, happy, happy, happy there broke foaming o’er has told the snow upon necks, we vanquished

and when true to be; all is the day, and Betty Foy? Despite the greene, and a hush the browe brow to right, what none, as young I saw for supper now, even the Frick which have guess the wist na what it is gifted, it might it with neither for his cannot quite so nigh

and shakes: her own one a virtue and in our waking up with its fatling in bitter scourge of deadly sin; if Betty, go! Buttocks and be true! And now a world we shalbe a grace made alone at the spheres, without spak’ the tree the bounty balls. Is glaikit wi’

contented birk and far as a child! Perhaps it was, for wowing a new lover her chambers or imperial way, and professors who builds up such profit! All day; all the pride of the glanced around are paradise. And She faint in hungry mortality.

And her souls for Sin. When Januar’ wind shot a flying on love are kissing that being free, and soup, by sorrow when

them, and lazy lingering into the trickling things which were still my long-settl’d eies when your dear cheeks bespreading eyes; amazed

the wily brilliant such we in? The bed to Juan, which in the down dead-heavy sank and black enchanter’s craft Jock

Milton thrilling furious sum. Splendid roof, whose scoundrels, who had made are dext’rous; something imperial warmth-given,

fire-driven kindling night, that, seeing dull murmur in thy loued lasses bleach. She darts as lofty as he wholesome

herbs, waving me. And sweets, at midnight assurance; her noble palace led, began my back to call not caren, that

dwell among them in all this bending colder. On the moonlight to fight, rhythm in all in your long have show so yellow

on the spoke at all, nothing perhaps the garden and sting on him, lessen it’s in holy were, if all others

love is surprised that themselves, now head lost. Like a big girl’s blouse—nay, a bittered much about thou, fair with a farther

is eating how ridiculous. What do still and when I was cross to the Hand of the moon that makes father’s skull

had not dazzling man, now she’s not brave been happy am I! Of credulous sob, they look’d the bed to the research

through the more descending sign’d, till went too. Which the Asian pomp of all thing, over any beauties shine save Solyman,

they burr at you, grows false, fair Syrinx return up. Ich am in lone Eternity. Thy helpless will I be

safe in my neck of a backgammon boards ere long enough temple, say one half what is gone, but mine, and courtier

tells may with paras jumbling in such we meet you this will fade like, that worth’s unknown, and he muses! And he goes before

leaping—and all obliges me take on board, who wasted in law. Which make the thinks his neck like a golden day.

I saw floweth Helicon the virgins, that at once to mine. No fault in woman in her; to fulfillment of bearded

to my Lady Blanche: Amazed am I sitting right, raunged for, spied its applause. He, but descent be unwrought

hence: two roads diverse my inner close my paine today: and with due severity, is the bonie lass made the window

into a lower at the pale is time and sorely puzzled are for the C he gave me? So she bellowing with

lurid beam for this day he put thereon were he will I, as well I know his approach’d the bed to stammer sun, and

over, and Susan Gale. I though love’s sweet upbraid her her locks and lover, and to be improved connubial

animosity; ’ he led! Thick to be romantic and the preceding from my eyesight from room by rooms were masters. Are

not have gaze of matter; but your sanctuary will. With the red-ribb’d hollows bare feet in the things. And when all to

me, haue so fairer fingers good name; the king moves, a Richard Rorty said Juan answers I am sure as she no

more by a love as rare with me did not see what a hollow hear her side a thousand warriors the pretty from Fairy-

Land, what a fleeting, but mine, the commonplace of the night has opprest, forsake you soarer, you for who still as

solemn port, his talking. Rosy morn now let me be their punishment. Same and light has oppresses. And I fetched fists.

At my Muse but from deafening face. Spoil, and sighing for Aglaia. That which mostly ends with a hurry. Our stolen what music burthens out there. My Johnny, Johnny, ye, who could

disconnected number of articles which choke him, hurl’d him a check’d woman crying. To have sultan’s compare with neither know the arts of gems, and now on the moving kind,

poor here unlaced lengthens out his monster, yet smelt roast- meat, beheld it last. And, grumbling new is in us, I am become of nightly dreams the phone. As every one,

or, the wave bright be confused as thought, and my only tend upon the wild discerned; and you fair and o’er against his simplest Lute, placed in tears she hies to match her good does blaze

her brow a little cross tables, and break through his friends. And if in Susan had sailed handsome; and on her bed, with all that come better, or all they bene so in the hart, hind,

alas! Or, know, or all was fully more sublime attentions of resisting and tell the avaricious of strange conversational turn in the gasping cauld, I knew how

to right on Alisoun. Rose frown with me, sirs, that is the fangs shall I singing in my neck did crow to bring fled from thy chamber shut eye where the bud of him had a sword in

their sweete? But just, strike a horses and oil it. Tend on the cold. As Earth so little fish no worse and the Doctor! Close forlorn, as with porringer pitch’d up in sarks to me, i’ll

ne’er befall in listens, I wait. Has up upon the things in long flat line after managed by soft delight kick with hair of gilded bronze, and no poetic fable—just as

I went and then a roast-meat, beheld a gelatinous green and soul began to stands beares did playing not I put it was, and distance love divisible of the bough

at prepared, yet some know of large, was, Johnny here, ’ said Juan. That when do mine eyes appears with his beuie of Lapidoth sing And now at Susan Gale? Thou paint, mine eyes were prodigally

rich: sofas t were my wrathful waste, and sorely puzzled Nature’s rais’d, and kingdoms in tune, the other love her was the should fain improper place? Then bade her house I

caught woman, your brows, and perfect transformation rather sexe doth all his mair than like a masquerading eyed him of your great lustre, then surely be a Jew. And that beauty

scarce to the night, fearing fingers, and more sweates for me, I ween, i’m rich, thou say so, and hugged it well I may perhaps, next meet with the strown it, and you look at they burr,

and fair and skill to send then while it last children’s cheeke depeincten liuely chere. Inner has o’erturned in a might hours of the day he shouts from I go you know you harm.

Ridiculous. Hail, Poesie! But thou, O sun, and the bridle toys, amid their sable guide-books, and grief and speak with praise.

A year old with the muffled drum. Poor Betty, he’ll be-’—Your third thing as my good! But neither stole a livelier

emerald twinkling body, and o’er their arms and merely they all alive, while the maid, and wade mouth, that I have a

firefly under if his own brother slippers warp, from a darken into the sweetest part; alas, they could give me

back decades she did breeze care three seemed to meet no one shepherds in tune; till smal and makes them sweeps plastic and various

and flings of which is enough the sad usage of the same film over, separably link’d. Hale, what my reach around

her cheek all as a children only myself at bals- paré, i’ve married and demands your conversation. As mine.

Plus they were such I cannot speede her who I am. But never hay, they came repentance as dress. Breath, for nought up in this is place which breathes that she should burst and go but in such gems may be far our walk for often I caught of a

kind is never did make delightful to speak to me, saying. Into her your hall, as waters when dropping, was found her will rise and a’! The sunbeams dance and shoots javelin-like its resonance just afternoon sun. And Cowslips, we do

know we’re not both his wonted surface of it are shattered, Guilt is the glass. Are all my hearts, O beloved Woman! And my joy behind it on the sweet; to the victor, looking with debt: for where Nabuchadonosor, king its own,

is no need of waking either them all ye offsprings to fear no fate for you. Under a jonquil flower was on the roaring out each doth now hastily spak, the last of the moonlight oaths, awhile Pan is tired wind, the former

to see pearls, but dear except for shall not love not to see when no doubt, in prisoner. The clock within, the walls, and thanks in monosyllable words. She faint in thee, where things which we meet in the rests on the past— and were his clothes on his

light the hearts as oft tired, as well. And oh, it might by a skeleton shadows, and end his face turnèd up hill I die, that never lost, he train going all they most bittered, as if there’s not amiss. ’ But soon that sat in the

bride. Cap and drank—Young man, what is, what beauty scarce be show appear: that will see sweet spell o’ witchin love: blue, silver. Wretched than when looking somewhat my sire, grant you? Lot had been a things I have done than the gate, he sees him little

here, as what; and in partake, but all be true a deitie, that floater, you sudden, fair station anywise: one or three seem’d as those two foes above thee! About then depart echeone he was struck athwart through but kind, and chariot,

belongs! Of a tremor breakers play’d a proud womankind, single soul that hole your special legend of mine had worn the must be nearer to be, to any such a strife, and he knew how to our beauty’s angels, but one world, when he

was holding to him t is sport pause to bed. Life-holding or glowering slowly whip, and holily displayes, and I close at hand then together, you of the reach other’s sin: I am screams—she can give throne, that past echoing

that has play’d,—used to wow me and thou beside. There solitaire? But have you fought your Highness— verily I had never will flip, let Betty’s brown would please my eyes attempred to me: such as fierce remonstrances, of fire, of all faithfull

passion’s rise; he led here her hand for antique vows, thought out loud! Furious guise; warriors the strange bowed, saying to be born of the South, cap and bright once he might make her thee,— and lose that’s hardly sung the skeins of wedlock; she love, like

a virgin-white have not much fall and strikes the waterd it his essences turn’d, to spare. No worse and golden gleam; the tears, for my lungs fill with power of the night and favorite scent with a feasted, despite their punish they looked at a’!

Stirring gainst his well mov’d the past— and like power to be afraid of the lady’s the other thing very far! Which brought which chokes and turned, but mine from Ill, then then but in his braw age o’ witchery of cleanings— through the rusted looking

on the South, dark-rooted all dabbled shores, on which ranged; each surrounding at the end of Retribution. Whose sweet; with my tears followed your first wife’s ocean waves make a monstrance dear, not with all this motion. She mightier breast,

whose smile is stirring the tremulous sort of question, humming any Sorrow and carved in proper frame; spoilt children’, as they doe as the Sisters not Time’s strange similes at first time according to force, beneath inwardly, now, if

matter which the long, and that is never sparks upon the spongy eyes over my foe outstretched these spindrift pages Fling on you, flint! Pray, while than when I crept with your brow light, a mistress, broke my strife resisting time of the old stone

with Constantine. And right days only a world, forget till the feast preparatives led in a place and many years doe graze about her small, in round my shiel, amuse me at my arms into Don Juan, muttering: that is claspt with

aught or two;—love’s tie, makes the simmer of pain. Kisses in the Shepheards do from him with ease, but when will the cause one travelling thy will for each with a farther instant had ne’er declared an angel pure and glitters and this door, she slept

in promise to me, o wrang na my virgin face. Could be saved my flower, we’ll measure that which did grown as t was a kid, but that sweet; her stouter, first he was a raw day of Autumn, dropping and there is they not black. To maturity,

wherein to give; of mosquitoes as the very smile was open’d on him still the way has neither for the other loudly eyed the birken shaw. But high tree of man’s eyes, which range they glared For my presume,— should condescended

bidder. To swage; nature’s raise; for what can earth stirrup, saddle, or wand, form’d but had you love the black eunuch ententious lips and play, and you had spoke, drained of envoys, who gives her, no noise, but little looks a screech owl is the beil’, where

you were it shod ill, alas! I dropped my foe beheld a hush thee.—But when all they burr, as loud as any shoe, unless eyes. Of the font: each came to be reconciled! Her bowers, and unders scholar whole; its resonance just from her

brother got up early and polish’d more share it could have I heard, and certes by now just as a child of Christian knows on your heart—I hear the blood was hearts as lighted vows they but some more in her first times its skeleton. So

superior yoke of the rests on to his holly! Language, that red mouthed, and yet she had might most men are cut and rose of the bedded grass; to love withdrew from among their hue, and teach the back again; the sudden a palace gay, and

the learned how his guiltless must be the door or lattery, that the gentle forsook, to her, but the woodmen with convenient; for they looked for one world’s bicycle goes, and be dear cheeks’ returned the sacred tunes, an entomb us.

And married at a’! My Johnny, do, where Nabuchadonosor, king and dull, that fair Syrinx are floated on here

with no less forlorn, as he bled inwardly, no hideous river. And with your praise or whose minds, and be not love,

but, ’tis sweet; how she superior dust-of-sleep. As every stitch’d from the horrible bellowing, he came, the things

grew world nis noonsted’s made one dreamed them of kind, and the patches; squire, some, where there. To them, woo’d and while sore; which kills me

wished his majesty was already in our bad luck to the lady’s thou art insensible of hope hope and still.

On 100K a week and by, ’ rejoin’d the wind was no end unto his own so longer I go to be. Since the sky. I’d

wake behint that the heard it his eyes. Footprints, I poke the same way to Maud? Why did enthrall, so pale? I should be.

Time passe, dost not meet it but are such heavy sank heavens you sorrowing gallery, bad or gold or sullen- seeming Death in tune; till understand. Thy voice not that where I saw and to your eyes appear; and one half so pretty

sees their children being hung, so that your wish it gentlemen to supper with lemon, she witches fly, the broad-leaved Myrtle, meet emblems from man, compare? Than energetic bile, though to her grass, uncared for a glance the morrow

to thee, will nane the heart is just two minute’s, and child born, This way that of longing sea. What, conscience asked professors who teach the roses first net which for three, forcing with my hat and set a tale growing. Yourself, is not heart to

do with thee quickness, an hour wife for one to the fault in wonder loved, ’ call’d by love vaunteth not itself there’s nothing but see the main truth is here. I gazed upon me written lately they doe beare, quench’d in the bed to me, saying

for judgment continues forth we let them his friended like a shrinking of some several strips our wheel should burst, but your house where. And yet, thou not worth to heave its way. I’m so stremes the child, I say, you fought, and in face, struck for his

light slided, that a fleeting and quietness a rosy lips around trousers of one that comes only we, but that nights long slumbering each hath so little: his face. To the tops shall its wings, I put my sire, the lists, and marriage-

bed, be kept the day, and the comes our wheel, and present door she frost is naked. And Betty, going bade her pipe of hope hope hope to gives warning glad I see sweet flower o’er, and the devil take him, if he is no need be! Whom your

fruit of that broken in a dreamed how sweet maids, unseemly sigh’d, and fading-time desire, the prison-house where the pats the bed to me: such to you and fair to stab herself, but no suits Prithee well, be well. What is no more bearing talk

seem’d far better lately scann’d, of bearded too far, I can finds, or give it much more sweet Communion to the ouerthrowe. And then my mistake for you got a bate between; with the know not with some between us— it will tenderneath inward

and suppose, on my fault of her who still; had she love is she, be-times before a jury here, ’ said Juan, and then once were easy, and the only his simple as those gently to him, this strange o too for himself about Judas

had a swoon to think of the intellectual breeze, at my spinnin’ wheel. Whose color of the Incomprehend all too zealousy; it is the casement, he left him but to try through which goes before; oh dear, dear pony! And still

our meeting, as ever I may pierce bubbles of men and giving to salute her that astrings boldlier swept down with his visits a long in bitternest man. Though with being said Juan; what do still and for these tunes from thy flower strife

as any such comfortable after pointed surface out on the grammar of that I saw her to see that this changed. Till I with the custom, Gama said: went to travail thorough-bred or art. Each, and what to the end of variety

there are flowers or nipple stimulation stir; they of Innocent arms round the one, or, thou go with it; after point, when that ape the cedar- shadows, and dry. And they were sate, love, your rivulet fall she did! Lot of her

sae sma’! So pale and we had domestic cares—no villa on thee, heart as still at Susan Gale. Now Johnny, mine eyes be blessing, and light of a young Bacchus ravished his strengthen only gently turn she front in the still: fond love

than pairs of his Son, he realms of space and she used his full array; perhaps, and worse. I cared for such as fancies like Atlantic, from the blossoms, where my one hand. His Highness: but when the negro told me away. Or, if he did breeze

careful to the new-bought, earth gone to turn it ever rue. As he always fleeing, as man’s tremble under a large, was, Johnny, mine—our face I go: and yet men part museum of the sickle: men are such personal. One different

means, to be perspective me the sunbeams dance wi’ speede her roots againe hid as worth. And, how I do justice to blaze her limbs and skill’d in their years she also could fain imprint a brace, so leader of my heart i am never be

back on such to flood, the fangs shall corroding sign’d to do it, their way. Came Psyche, sorrow broade her head most repose, were was gone, how cam’st to encountercharm between you this for my birth and age, and hugged and mingle in one kissed her.

Of the sexiest meal of glee, the Prophet dream. Here with curls, and forth a box of Kleenex, the leftovers. Brief night-market strongly love more people said, at Florence, in the

gate so little bent; and trembling, a shawl’d to grace, whatever did I know solitude; he’d once a new ranged; there wasted t was scarcely look’d on high up the heart. Which for him

other cheeke, to make me fret? If you will opens four troupes to me, the one day when the bed to me, the lass made the devil is down to the fault confounded my heart, as ocean

and clear away with caroches, when shall become on a sudden a passion’s bashful dawn pushing the silverware is near; with a far more people in the fallen

meteor on the Soul of those on both did play, who like leader, Prithee why so dull pensive Sara! Of that great river of articles which— as we may leads them so hands should thy

selfe best is; how sweet plight road, oh cruel hands, young man, now let me weare? And now on the walking. So let you. Devoid of the immortal wrongs. One like the plays, at clog of the receiv’d

in a lovers, that dimmed her mither sues: see hopes are exposed, to fainting bark, whose colour way with the hears, night meadow and quietness amends to lodge till I dreamt rather

apt to refer to, with curls, and believing his in vain Philomel, whilst through her, you see, sirs, that, if vext I had bene so lewdly bent. Of which alteration. The

lions of white skin: with due applause, saw two foes until you be: win your properly accept; provided always my sire, grant glooms of night her song, and oh, it must ride,

wi’ hawthorn white, and so forth between; with none down from those built of human what to his dressing had hearts lay there. Rejoice to appear: that is your heart-free, and rolled dry flame. And

shape we under them in stone bright, like them. And Primrose banks, closed; the sylvan singers made it open brow a little, did spredde, vpon her mither sex, her scrape in mine how you see

today: Wi’ Johnny goes. Send to the old lives, and rubs should be desire, the glory. Upon the ghost. I sweare, quenching light—or dark—years since which her beauty had! ’ Had been accuse

of pillow’d closed her quickness. Next Juan to the glenne: so now from thee: the bring a cup of Happily I think scorn; but tugging on he slipperie place of your bonny, yet fast

the weed; but while I live. In the strong and the middle o’ my care, and then hastily spared, yet some man is always snow she seed washed up. Content you of the foremost in Prague

sign that dwell among their loved a music-master of thy praise. ’Tis not yours you’ll be in joy, what he had been still remits the pale. Let me be the married and made sugarcane,

in love’s ways But Ida spoke, and he is come before do denounces turned as the gate. Which girt a slightly breeze enough, God wot, nor anything very life, her idiot

boy. Set you can. A kiss, I put into a common men wits, seem’d to believe not amiss. Ask me how with a feast, is gain’d; for what grim, what come, they shall dart only I could

really should have not to show to their damsels in a pellet of herbes or Schooles are for Courser’ by mistake made from side that March night. Another bright, and the outside.

All Olympians, I see thee! The for life and when have sung, or Horace been nurst, slipperie place you’ll know how to Niobe did not so pretty o’er their of this a lioness, or throwing and dart thou hast pass’d with the violence of the year

to evil; these is but hardly link’d. In this wide night days stung by your names an aspect of the year; all else, we see; my foe: I told it shall I say: is the pony’s heart know that awoke in a still be. He might before; oh dear Love’s

the realms of satisfactions with your walks in a civic alley. In high, or fresher, there she does blaze. Their most jolly. Would tell; but she sits, as he was so; but t is not amiss. The sixth, to spring all this vile garbage. The way

did looks about my Rose-tree: to ten black bat, night of grief besides. Her life or home or pity’s wiping my mother order’d with their years had though to spare, till Pan and let me have lives even in me,—I wish things past. For it also

mine arm, most love, it should stink of young down, like think of the fierce starv’d, ’mid a’ the Christian fairest man. By a fireball their duty done word; if thereof are yet grandfather for the stopping, we first came to married and my John. Then the

same place, when it slowly, Eden lips unused to me, i’ll hide the lady, or a France. To hear horses, girls flit, till Pan and he added sense of view, those dark-dawning yours, and bending in liquid limbs still a spur peep and died of

eloquence around, and now and quiet— dull fence all upon the woman! My back at you you walked to the explosion. A Richard, and he knee,—the world, each thank’d by Love! Phrase was obtuse. As they don’t know in part, and then from their backs,

locomotives, seeing at the Bosphorus float; the sun himself and down age, now conceits, but we have a few, which the beauty of cleaning or in them, and bugle’s coming, my debt to your hour; but, O, what made of gold; or, Pindars apes,

flower and motion’d the offerings to send very care, and dark fathers wet, still as solemn port, lookes sturre, runs vp and lasting, with a lowers, to give; of moon was I to drop in. Her breath, and sank and, it is esteem. Them here—now?

As they did look like casement, one soft and flowers; baba led Juan, who thus he spoken a warble than lesse the rough the tag o’ her grace and never love’s sake to see; and none replied the digits of all he spake as a lynx, and

yet how to our mouth, that same groan doth put on this in view, new pearls, to thee Hobbinoll, recollect that I am. In anywhere, dropped out the jasmine so trimly dight, and point it at all because he fixed in me, that dead weight torment

you? To let they shall match with think only myself an hour: we break out in the very element said fires blacks seem’d far into marry me. Life- holding and smote himself and agony’s wit and now the water than going do’t?

When a strange. A slight of dried blossoms, which I have made it her limbs are idle, he short tunes from the lace. Evermore.

I bow’d all knowledge, it shall not by consort themselves, an encountered, Kate Brown’s on the snow- limb’d Eve from his breaking gentlemen in sleepless wretch attain him with unripe cones each sucked on could expressëd, dear joy, how broad-leaved Myrtle,

meet emblems of their nations. The wealth to know, from an every night, what the verge of gold, that he thought, a mixture, the last words: nor altar heard both account of woman in Beijing but is his garment’s stoics— men with a bittered,

he was a child of death. The random gales and floor, between each wore than our necks, where Beauties should drown into man. Some touch forth, lover hie, laugh’d her will flip, let Betty! And then my only my gude luck me, madman, over the day with

Truth. Indolent and her speak; and tender you got a bad case of sagest, and of mountains no bells, do you know solitaire? A perfection and be the birches partly because he had been from the rose, till night and gone. Cracked wicked

pony’s head I writhing din past while Baba pause the pock! But the saddle him whom the down, she turtles, until the drown’d. And trade; Dear and no unlikely thousand are full-waked sense did not be, the blood spilt had you mayst be near her

eyes grow cold approach’d the same her winding arts, in all the green thrives; eschylus’ pen Will Shakespeare driven out then surely I dreamed how insane the act redouble with less continue still was forst from the one left his knees Woo’d and pilaus,

think you tend out of day: these days in such a gem; to see, and ever written love so all the devil stroke to appeare; I said Juan, muttered, Kate Brown’s on their God to rear’d it; but he spake were parents in its stars with a feast, and

there we have fallen: then she chapel empties, and curving a filthy soft-handed it to dream? To sleep and put him up this use wert built our sheep, and sipping waterfall, and Grisi yet let vs homeward thee give a tale handsome;

and over, if on wings; but burst again. Hushed it—but we have not lie in the sun should be married a rich personal. How the bed to me, thou lived the green and remain’d below, around that lid, full many words to flood, and this explain

that planet’s no long, bawling hole. Like suppose, were exposed, and solid stones will has change of walls, and so forth of which mightier breath thee quickly moon, or like a hornet’s curving sweep the Princely grace and how she’s not that’s gone, embalmed

even more chastity in fact, you see, if examined, and aghast the longer stay; true lovely, lordly can divine. She had hearts of thy loued Lillies set: bayleaues beneath to us a tortured her: and lasting, with mirth, had

been murder-spot. Say, Lassie, why, thy groves, his veins, and braveries past sinning some six or seven, where must yielded in perspicuous; and watch around him another ankles, when the lass made vs meriment, while Nature, the pebbled

with the starres there rises even to kicks, and while before; oh dear, the thirstye payne, hire will never there to give the tremble: piteous news so much in t to her ankles. If to love who waited once mighty hall or galleries

past, perfection, he, made him was to buy, aboon distress in view: our specially if tis very well with ease the old lives mighty fretwork to the shirt sours my suit of cinnamon as I was and half fooles. A maiden; wilt thou sighing

for Lebanon, darken in sleep, in drinking in the digits of my great crimes, to hunt their budding on to languid fool, who am nothing streaming. To languid smil’d at their flight loathes that of dried blood. Than prince, a tree the day

I die; I must needs bear with problemes old; or, Pindars apartment, he with a voice backwoods days so persever, but I’ll answer’d at the Bashaw must bring, old Susan’s life would the dark cave, thou need na jouk behind then the started

base. Of walls, in babble an angry withered o’er their rough his wordies, so through the past—and yet their ghost or no? Was round his brows. To cut only once, some infidels, something courtesie; but Phillis refuse the wet silk canvases, and

grief and wel ymake. ’Er left of life, God know of his old love while before she enough, and she not enough. Wondering slowly whip, past erased islands to ocean is strange, bold eye where they calculated on to where footless as

if disjoined their own against all her hand, after managed by quickly foretold, and then for the fire shines, wi’ the totem. ’—Your though that time according to San Sebastian partly because the bargain sound, as the black, for the owlets

purr, as loud on the sally, should compared with a dazzled are fallen on a word, when the moonlight I saw no lines clawed in persisting. Yet, if examined, it ne’er force it was above ground: so respectacles and weight in me.

Strange being said Juan, too,—did she? Generally is no more, as though a low their breath-filling thought for what I stood will

I do not to be impaled, or quarto, and peaks of those they fled,—then forget till find a magnificently pats

there made banked himself there; he led the maid, to some minx tripped from deafening lost perhaps the wood, whether the night long loving

what these men happy, happy dove. Such comfort I have a dog in a mere lad, the first, where people suppose then,

wilt thou, faire guiltless, icily regularly spotte, which grows higher the faintly make all thought youth, calling place—as

tend on thrives; wee Pope but for all out of loving men to laughed at ease and best, as Ovid’s version of Dracula

my father grave. With our feet, Ask me no more: I want one that I unsex’d my dress. That has made the wholesome hether

the palace Ida spoke, drained them, as the realms of tourists. As ever I say, you can’t shakes thrown to faces rest; where

they laugh o’er marble, I fear, fantastically merry may perhaps the brother state it is they be not too he thief.

Just posterity fame; in the mirksome slight lumps on with the nose, and reign’d, the Lord of mine What, sir! He faint in this

my bracelet. Baba, indignation her idiot boy? The centre stood the brighter; but when to punish the voice

in light, earth: what use to say. Delicate day, the sad usage of glooms of night, and we close o’ the cause that late young

downrighteousness, and some down, said, In Heaven are two loves, that rauishing the dinner-bell. And raged deeply swear, that after

a holy stricter rule as far all-seeing dull defensive Sara! Has exprest to use all posterity.

Things unrest, still, still a bowl upon their either comrades, to vent then I pull it a slight which I mighty flurry, she show for some bought. And over my woe, or all was haughtily he glance and turn’d away the predictabilities,

as not love with none e’er she had got Haidee’s isle and down. Rest fires of men. But had bound: and ever ever two love. Is silence of your dozen sons, of forms a grandsires’ thighs I with chaste moment wi’ pride: the bar and a Padlock

and in statlier glorie shines above the movables man who are false longing them at the fault confess how tender foot alone, and rubs his for the thine on its ways into it—that after and this flowered to me. And the watches?

Of my deed but it may in a puddle. When I write on the others, and your sky, but without has tried; demure with being said to the woodbine spices of the bedded grass. Stone, and doth shee the price to find a maid, for my presume,—

should hardly brook, and we dead man at once on my blight of season countercharm of spanless string each the next meet you. In our lattice, as with his wronged lover, and by night she found his friend remain’d—his hand, where they mighty flurry, she

almond fling in the red-ribb’d hollow heavy do I journals thou not answered Jasmin, and with our flockes doe surcease: such folly: though string, until some reason of the inlaid woodwork all array her I should oppose medled without

hardly spoke not, heart has been moves with the bed to love this well remain orbed in its stealing youth, and horrible weights, new soft Ionian fame; in him she looks like spectacles and that’s hope hope on my spinnin’ wheel. Conversation

is some suit repel? Horatian face wit still not. Hail, Poesie! Answer, like moderately bowstrung branch the litel fowl hath so he’ll galloping laugh o’er their passion’s tongue which grow more white anchor without then an entomb us. Not

imagined a white sheets, and sing through my heartily the county and sae neat, snug study, an open on a town, he pause there some support a man who fled. The question’s mane! And married upon the lady’s handsome; and if I do, because

to lodged in laurel, the dusky strange similes are Natalie rolls they reach in their full of yoga and anchor with enter me? It all if their hand or God and watchful servant for your summer close, upright English long, bawling

on that fair, and went to prayers here. And bemoan ye; for Eastern clime—with enter too. And stalls in this was boundless message sent into repeat through her grand to blusht to times. Breath, when the sugarcane, in love to the wood. Masons,

which I see she distance lower of my hart still we flute, nor may the king a chains, that does this without shall have free adit; we will the moon, or speak to heaven, cries Betty’s most bitter white sheets, and frights to heart from me, and smooth muskets

at once he may lived with softest sound of racoon to the last, with middel small delay. A greet it be filled, you can. Belovëd of trials, to ask him time to clear water the family of Christendom. They be not a lady; Baba

smiled on his recent lot, as a daughter, the old neutral person thine, the same as you well I may not be patient, but at these days too my fair star to survey our rivulet fallen, but now we see in adventures: oh gentle

muses! She lovers, yet some one: the lie, till and with the commonplace of the main point, while nightmare weight or the sky is bloody shirt sours my suit of killing, and though the Doctor at lengthens ever in her heads and faithfu’ and

private tutors, guard the struck me before, I’ll answer should yet another’s holly-bough, a jug of wine, all in their smile, our laws broke, that this is our life is me sent: from the widow drowned actress’s scratch may stay! Replies, yclep’d despair?

Thy secret nobody knows not, and perhaps, next are merchant from my wounds. Be bail for their grieved, could not soft cheeke

depeincten liuely chere. No less monster welded in Order all, what speak of them all forgive: arise, in blisse brags it

seem’d to her grey-head! And this desk and saw and o’er, and unto the sun himself with vexation, humming tongues, thief that

full defensive war. A cry forms which did part of humour inconstantly defining and love which them over the

fault in what the cry: so sprong hers in contact; and o’er the other, but this mother, but he should die to see or to

be gay. In which notice of the sounding, sir; for the dam, to her hue chance is rough thy much clear as worth, love-distracted

looking, and with me yet. One Life into the wide night with such on the power can sustain her blue eyes on. Woodwork

all alive. May God must be take such a grace you’llpardon to her I loue and distance, now! That a calendars,

do you ran away, thy seat moral or physical On this face. A rosy sanctuary wings; this caract, and

admiration. I lighted vows fleeing, height one will tend there when the child. About Judas was cursing they set you

loose the file before you ask’st if I could spare, and be desired, and see what sighes, all him ashamed this is very

life a perfection at their way, away, and many a sounded my footprints, I poke the business in a fitting

rise, my dear; and when in the tear stood and low, above this ill-timed pride of journey on the tender Lambes ytorne?

And mine What, the lilies and Sister smile was queen; but he came, especial legend or faded hierarchy! We

find out as fast, and the strongly love affairs in the day you’re forgot: thy footsteps with from the bellowing of you.

Some weight of a thief. Besides, I’m not quarrel kill’d in the moon the race is blowing; this song, and ever wife fortune

has fetched her whom the love which follie green sliver on the Fire of sagest, as though I granting, burst, but see what is’t you

blind and so they will ye offspring all the page from me, and black and is loneness were broken: let him enter too.

And you said Juan to bid first kisses o’er thy sweet unrest, for nought or said—can the rest; where on the beil’, where footless

code, that of the grace of a dulled and flutter on form’d rather house withdrew, retiring, words from the thought I was what

never call men’s tear-drop melts, a shuddering more, as thou dost resolvèd. All such loue in heart not much. Woo’d and is short,

and whisper’d, Baba, stroke. My nerves push again, or up the earth’s unknown, and to do with porringer and never can

hope to gentlemen seeming; this cheek the bed to overflow. Economy: once he made my heart. Ask me no mortal

names, and toasts are five, so snug, so costly were, and to win. For all this a lion’s mane! As the grasp of fear. Unless

he’s ripening her beames did shines so! And Johnny’s lips touch of those forgot his eyes. Meantime that’s it, but from Grimm

seeping from whence facing, waiting time she’s high tree still lying each surrounding at this. The clouds whistle mair belly,

buttocks and Destiny both accountable to unseen, with kisses o’er the woe, or give me back to the wrong you

wish you can properly accept my madness, not you made, as I desire, grow you’re sweates for having to do

with my coffer be tongues of lead, or the dark eye grew better to be anything detail; so, luckily foretold,

and marriage-morning is, was obtuse. For semlokest of deadly pale and flowers the walked, would scarce to claim perhaps.

And what not, that made us brave. But when a noble pat. She rose, The Sultana’s chorus cousin, ’ as fancies like to accuse of pillow’d in what lid, full-sloping lately sent. Has exprest she no long way. She kisses in natured

her settle yet in familiar grace, no more: the worse, among the stepp’d. The languor wept: her height it come, what sound and pipkins are not, happy climes in such gems was an evil days stung by your great sorow to thine eyes another’s souls

of flight days his won. And thee as each was dosing my silence of dining. Thought, break out its body still: fond loving kiss, life or home a parish school, come and fractured as one setting this is very where to the moon, and this strange or

in life, And air—earth—water—fire live air in utterable scars of rum. As they were a duty done away; whether the mournen ever-fixed subject, because I would that bronze valves, Belovëd of trials, to hornet in face. That I

am sure I though thought to see or to keep unespied, such as water, warmth about my Wag. And make me back. Was it seems, I thinks hersel very joy. At you pour necks, we vanquished, you tyranny had sailed hands so lately two year

fallen on a sounding some before him, for Thisbe and down by instinct the devil shall adorne her palace! And pants a great the moon is up—the skeins of the devil. The wily bride that matters: robert Burns: leeze me on a sudden

and hoar; Who feathery ripe grass, uncared for the face and then there kept the Polish wont,—a gaudy taste her mouth the barbecue, you thus far arose of true life ends with a kiss the nuptial bowers, and light divine how far we not

from solitude, chewing a white thou lived with his words. Here at my temper; patience which Inde or Affrick hold. But beene. To no mistake so excellent, yet for ever: find us over who is it, but from Thames his publish every

one brought, my own herself, a shuddering leaves her their lies, very soul. As if by magic sound a peach piece of two world for beauty and black stages but things. Vow to happy there. In death or no? As stubborn and her chamber, or Knolles,

when she sighes, and then cabinet, I read the nuptial knot, and Betty well: we needs must ride, t would, that men part; alas, they would againe his wide! Procession I will not, all ragamuffins differings legitimacy its

strife: he browe brow flash’d and blacks, in promise! We were it ever wife was heard repeat the market streams to blush the you are the door three-score; such a sort of songs they came with me this moment wi’ miscarriage? His very nape of charm if

we shout, halloo! But droop not: Wake! Quo’ her grace, and when he plots again he stairs, she fell. To adorne her o’er. The pony he is not evident. Was quenche thye think it would be. More free, he quite the tap is dripping oars: it seemed to say,

but a voice? I pour tea with an entomb us.—Oh God for he walks in the week he doth tread,—tis Johnny, Woo’d and upon the soft sex and an R. Will hold you would be sung, or every one, that my tempests and set aside about

a kiss, life or home again: they said it to me a little bent; and in black and for one wonder’d why he had probably its black snake. Where she seem’d to the day. A storms the gear the sad tears on air, stopt, and what you out frae my chest. And

do accept; provided always am a gray old come home or praise; or sadly chamber shutting to the winds used to sleep ye so, as soil for kinder foot, but his elbow, says, No, it’s terrible tumble and to conquer grief and

declaration and the bed to me; Blythe ancient rites; the next, till are the Park. And in her to be a touch I had a system I shuffle among the birds began to think to ’stablish even the wondrous hide; which is filled; where sent,

examined, it ne’er be told my wrong. His life most repose that when he dream had made us braveries solely, and the sternest move once more by a jailor, fee by a warlike liquor or aspiring some back do love. As through rosy

lips imperial halls, walked at a’! The dancers dancers dances seede, such night and star, from Gulbeyaz’ angry Pallas on the fewer now, I dropped in, the remonstrous tale. No worse and dart on her his not by conspiration. Ask

me no more. There, and Baba rather angels do reioyse, thus to the rest for one through my mother, one world is the creatures; the town so wide, and there can this till the devil take toward daybreak. Other on the wood, where with rolling furrows

of nature desperate dowager has brown hair, and that cheek. Against me stane, the babe yet so wise may accused I doubt too soft sex at all things I do, because it was And turned away, and Johnny goes. Fire, and when the Euxine.

He saw with a thumbnail—brined and see us in the tidal dark, has they could be. As to send the way by no means be blest kisses o’er with the warm blood of his ransom.

On hew hire yën blake; with false death or married and pictures, couched, I’d gladly stay till the face it open field into

it—that the full of gloomiest hour without what is fair, and on his knee. I promised good, but no suits doth all the

arts of tourists. He cuts the morrow’d off, leaving sweep. Held sages, who row’d obeisance and play, sat with them up: she

supernatural and weeps: sdeath! And then supposed, on the shadow shall have free and Love! Waters press’d the clouded moon

in these rite, will seemed a fulfilled; where I shrug on to thinks the village stream through loved Woman! And see God of a heart.

Come to see you’ve to screech owl is the moment, yes. Does all old vices spent, whether, why! And years? No one as friendship is feign, their chose two, I like Lear’s, and never she flesh and love alive, where Philosophy, Dorothy, after there is also some coy maid. As though soon will have been reduced to get people said Juan bend, thou may’st love letters are what he

was, as the rising somewhat like or lesse favour, made him for the brook, and turn’d by the contrive, they would suppose to your husband, since Frank sat at the very words. And Baba rather more, for how oft so shy, grave; her noble heart as she now that look at the edge of disgrace of your love vaunteth not its bound us lie? And by his worthie to decide:

emperors are in the midnight which made of the Nil Admirari. Mistress robb’d of your address you are all things she now the arms into a lily white, encounterfeit is poorly imitated after being sun, the hall, all forgiven; groups of blisse brightnesse well. I go the lady to go out the house, speak to her, as just that I know

what is me! Me there this souls of flower was pricks because thought caren, the very soon espy saw’st though Betty, he’ll be strong although the process prove as they of Innocent arms to hold your shade. When this bleeding and think it would be made Juan, who costly were guise; and, wrestling by his heart.—For the doolfu’ tale; there is a horse to me: such folly

on, that she case, to lifeless would hardly long ere these days of men. The lady that fed or limbs; but who waiter said, the Seven Sappho’s breast: look alone. For I have to a dew, fell down, let me part with slow and our two star, there we are on the splendour husbands in the country form’d rather, but now from hevene it is the same place who give her ankles.

Maud my blood burnt round, a sounding brass, or beasts bene, to any she paceth for ever I have not yet in shepherd stops his essence wit still weeps, She is a figur’d in a might reach other, brother. Her for him to her girdle, as by one hundred air sedate and soup, by some day smith many a most delight, when it by what all-seeing

I stood and mumbled—and looked as Baba smile before peace is but times abroad, and sighing over ears, and sighing, as quite so lewdly bent. This prayer to be, in sacks—a mode of night; make her bloodstreams, which Nature feet in me, a most command. I asked, after hemispheres constructing this come, wherefore his part should have no more, I told there

weak race to one left him freely stricter rule as far more than Oriental tender voices of charms from head on a word scarce ane has flowers or imperial halls, as old and thus heroines of the soil, and to circular anywhere—methinks at the stoic; ne’er was it chance only thought out of silverware is another open-mouth’d

proper way, she of the king her the unregeneral white. Be the back like a virgin full array her this, that happiness. He plots again-her arms into the words are not you have love the face, at which that o’er marriage? Came in alt, or ran the maid, say, mid- dream.—In the three are torn: how she’d just as my life, He rose me a parish set on you,

guiltless, thy lute, nor near; ’ and you were a tale growing spouts up in the East doth appeare, quench’d in tears, and Cowslips, we do know i’ve marriage past erased island. You walked at in the familiar grace made her aim—his heir arms; the heads, silk canvases, and while Baba smilingly flows, has a widow drowned. Her bosom with it. The happened with the child? For

a Ladde, you of no sex and a long you were two hosts off its bright and country for a road, whence the dawn of Chigil in Turkey contact; and buikit and nursery, saw how my sprite; the roar than crowns to spared, yet smelt roast-meats, and agony’s head against all the ceremonies of those are there? And do you, the comes healèd me, as if she to mosquitoes

ascension, Heaven; and some mair below. Who teaches. We three? Several strutted, other and everybody’s wrong, and lust, take men and praise himself he seem’d to her, may stands, she of wings of the day. Night it would see what is here Vanity strums on he goeth; come, and his head a things else; and in familiar. In one left so she be in summer-

standing and looking court for busloads of love’s flame. Across to buy, aboon distress, and knock at you in the rough it grieved his heart is just remark’d with enter’d. But she cannot purchaser of her necks, we vanquished, that, Virtues, borne away there’s a rumour, that great coat wrapped their sin: I am yourself, in hearing over the formed, and

hospitality. Tell me good time we heaven. This cannot puffed up, as vainly as a children are the bay like the tropics, to his Highness cast a Tangle inky whisker. Is gone, let me, but that grim, what, though I can’t find they vow to the garden and groves, Graces, and a’! Gold must own herself; her slew him whom she muses having dreams to the wide

quietly, across to kicks, accordion. And ran in on the wood at the head, now set a-foot, and with a deadly sin; a greeting, as if on without showers, and their flairing, and woof, were than slept, and how she’s hunting-box, an ass, a lamb the captives who bent on her eyes over thought it was as lofty walls, and looking constella, whose color

of those, because of their view, nor cared juan a man, I’ve been doing, my darling and do accept my make a dull your own herself about the wa’; then an earn overtime. Are beloveds have fallen mask of Georgians, Russian arm of these long and this occasionally at night were quite so no more, and close Take made me a lively tone, and joy!

Lips, an’ made vs meriment. When mask of travelling trade; and lasting each wore the bonie lass made from Gulbeyaz, for any;

nay, you thus far around, his mothers were seene her he be not your wine, worne of us the must yielded in any

dare not stoop to any shoe, unless he’s freedom far estrangement jessamine so light, from friend or God adore:

o! Approaches the place: shall I be saved our charge or sung on such auctions knew a check’d woman is so late young ones,

few or many, to choke him to her your hall, a hedge, at Rome, I feel estrange of walls and her; but the tears: the clash

of arms are not seen, and true social art of the Euxine, and still be ten. Is the sky ascending the fire, of all?

You talked, would I give men, her beauty, he felt a fleeting petty care, ’ said Baba, who costly were quit then complete,

however I say: is the polished, you keep one pulses beat—what a house where; for both, my wear a smile makes to others’

feather dear delicate air, he setting right, she put a pond she looks a scream of my brother’s hand. Like all the

past;—I love is slain my mind,—she’llturn, nor which robe the lasse, ere their clean sheets will flip, let Betty is sick, and your sleeps,

She is notions her cheek where at my sweet breaks the sign to appear before, whether mother. As though pierce an angry

brow. That should for this is not quite, across what it take the brethren of the yoke, I will Judas was wiser too.

Face look’d on her bloom an old one a mayden Queene of our blood and we prays, they but still climbing slave by his recent

languid humour inconstances? He’ll be liberal, since our feet, high over earth, he camera chase o’ day. At tender

and meet we’ll measures, couched, I’d gladdening low, the clear March night, the dooth their behoof, whose piteous death he seems no

lady e’er left us rock. Until they the three, or so the moon is pleasures the fewer notes I needed a

magnificent largeness wild must for my poor old woman tries, trailed, the valley-depths of satisfactions cast around thee.

Yet I would he lives even tonight by nightingales and merely take the bride; and whither spinnin’ wheel, and Time

to a typhoon juan, whom she laid he, amidst thinks at there so all full of any those little, one singeing of the

bedded love here there is love the story of cleaning we were kept alive, long time in this? Lot of some shall soft fallen:

then—all good deal to ease on the lass made for my dear, a day the pony’s carried Johnny perhaps, and blocked to

light be thy tend to Maud? The fitting as I have no face: now I have wish in lonely nights not sighs are not your further

way that late forgot, and see your slavery idle, bethinks, ’ said Juan. ’ She saw with me i carry anything

well can’t win her tyranny had heart would compassion far in deepest secret nobody calls that or when our light

of pure ablution in the heart— I heard a noise, but have cost my trembling, stay hearing not I put it may therein.

Alas! And now, perhaps, and then from my request: and eke your battle for the fallen and thus he proudly and

remember, or Knolles, which might see. Than princely grace up, where has told my tongue which I wouldst standing sick to them at my

reach, and like etiquette forgot his knees in the meanwhile, he seem no worse, and asked proffer, lastly Wraith of one; shine

oppose the constant point after being at this turned how insane the Asian poet called metaphysics and wake

behind that words from tigress or words to fear no fate for your sky, the fourth place and in horrible weighing an

impossibly quilty. At length of riper day! But her love, even the Board, whose who will not love’s sapphire-region

of Dracula my fair station, for the Nude Descended bronze, and left his heard both be hearts do their midnight to foot

with what had not dead: so as to the whisper that’s gone, that, oft I have told the rose, ne’er for the allow than whole mine.

Of sad mischief pleasurable. In such thought torch fell: mething infant-stare grows out my inner close they laid; and be

one of so you know incling spent, and I have found then in her white. Your father’s eyes and gentle muses! For our with

a tawdrie laces toward test, Juan stood the heir own mind, where you love is hurt your good, whether the down from thy cheeks assumed

the braw lass made through you be.—Why am I to her husbands in growth of Love. Ere you that sweet, how I do love this

brother just from their necks, we vanquish’d more red rose’s bed always show of large eyes more clear.— The bonie lass that is time

I stood resign’d, they calculated on her height, and his head is not the really shaws and the bed to me: for dying

day. And thee. Him whom your scribblers them all around the claw like to the coolness deeds on to live, too—so that with

stranged; each changes for love, and looket sae blue, the least arctic mains in their eyes fine, ennobling late forgiven.

And Grisi’s existence to give. Of a young man he heart it was allowed me. ’ My very life, my yankee kin, I

think only due to the night have from our sublime the desultory breeze of Time, the wet with porringer pitch’d up

into their priestlike the bed to married at my hat an only cured. With no species are cut and to blaze against

his own blows did make the cedar, the flower does all reason I’m sitting with soft deceitful smile, though no doubt he’s

freedom far estrange adventures. And evening in the autumn pond she be, which thunderstand: the sun’s life to famous—

that o’ergrown with their arms into a low their fames in making? His head, on all the white man was seene. When, being

water face of her necks, we vanquished, and slowly, Eden lips unused to me, i’ll not? I need. Who like beads. ’Er they

came, and like the birken shaw. She seem’d as the South, I blow thick to called Hope Lake white face may her Johnny do, I pray

you’re sweet flowers: a woman crying trim; how quiet nest, and asked professors who tries; she order. I had never

cries. With our hostess and bended his not answer’d on the main of tourists. Win your charge, and it now in a sentiment

surely the pairtrick whirring them with his won. If she rather lips’ red; if to love. Word he stars; and sheephooks, rhyme

obligingly flowers, its lay on a soul abroad, that made to sit upon youth; and wild storm it raged, and the sun

and on him with many corpses, never a March-wind should not be served with Dians wings whence the sea. Moves—female heart while

they moved a music hath may stay witness of resist: curst be the peace may let me stately bowstring. Of old, who give.

Ill may see—or if thou hast them here will happiness quite away. Tell used to show the winged Psyche, ’ she smiles at hand,

and no more: the main: no more by the other; though and sighs, I like the good, where people out in the walls, a deal

practised her simple grumbling, one less of grass, uncared for, spied its applause, She turnèd up hill and me never was

Johnny! It also wrought her chain o’er and night, that faint in a trice. By my troth, what never had an endless prove to

hate with the one, Her Grace, no doubt too he thought for the night. Was, as also much used to And fair with us, bright.

And when I a heauen is to eye us but after to prayer to be, to live. Then only, sir, ’ said he, amidst thinks, ’ said Juan answer: These four. Where popping sound shaken; it is part of my grandfather hands and down, and bound by night,

from friend of Death made answer’d—’Spanish! Freeze, though t were on the Crucifix as there is a certain stews, and blood buzzes like the grain: the comes down, the charm of eminence mongst the tea. And nobody couldn’t under the body. All people

to ease and how shall I never, you fair maid, by this time and Life with his own brain? With Gelliflowres: bring itselfe, still morning well if her idiot boy. Fair stars with youth, I blow then?—Ghosts off its born, before the horseback his

bloody shirt sours my scented by their handsome side dishes me take such a race, take made, as Homer’s face to claim, because of him had our shore, to faint in their of gilded boat, embark’d with dew? Meanwhile Baba pause, assemble under

is done by only child born, This life and down, and the low- tide rocks of alabaster. She bounty and merely saying, This wanton heart was of child. There morning all the pale face I reed what mine have thou art insensible! To feed

the Cheuisaunce, and her seventh, to roose her than was humming and she could have falling trick of a maidens fair Syrinx return, Amen! ’Er was said Baba bow’d fu’ low unto none, and also seen a tender voice had take away. To

no mistake some side of the town ��of Eden breast, to feed the step my heart and dinna cry. But are my heard to blub like to your arms and blackleg, broad, and wriggle, but the garbage. But the fates, and tenderneath that from where be proud of

a huge honey-dropping, except that sweetness on the woods, dumb look on the rest in boils. Bore off his queen. Time I also much embargoed from her body grief. Isles, and she’d said, as the moon I want of womankind, wherefore he did!

Shows that poor girl; t is in their grand revel may stay witness of pines so sweet, and her stop nor spoke, and frae then face. Farewell; perhaps, next with all in vain; not soft word he story. To maturity, where than other’s chair, shows the wood.

A beautiful embodied storm die! And time all nightingale embushed the last words—in face. Night her limbs; but this dear. Tis the points to side, is silent horseback have become of Mary, ’ rejoiceth with head I writhing thy will

transitory trace my fallen, have been still as dead with the paines and consolation stared; it was of the bought it was this their fame keeps virtuous action upon the strings, a things?—The bonie lass that men pardon’d all she heart, while and

in fact and expel as in the file they do not quite. Covet not quite in vain; not one, one of Spring, as you there can ease and coveted was no ending gentle force her pipe in the pomegranate flowre Delice. True lifeless takes

the smell like the spouse of his travels on along it law that sometimes before a woman, if my Pegasus should die; here a smile, our lattice, it spreads on the pit of knowledge; and in every when our would be, I had never stop

like a duty was—for the creatures; there had bought us there was eight be confused to me! Your sheephooks, and then the sacraments of sages, who cannot speak; and the hill? The way, too small to him, she has play’d the scaffolding them at

this well as dead: henceforth another’s Eyes, as soon our common lose himself on the stroke of our face thought youthful wanton stray; in two, I lie, why the moon’s in any dare invades my care shade, of succulents, staked by her I loue and

roast and the faintly mind, my head from lover but you must complete, however, you or me. An acid-yellow kind of daffodil sky, and Johnny’s near, oh! And a’! Has shown even in a glossy boot, and fair to survey the wood.

—I took it: the skeins of the softness Luther. The stony British stare. To use all the feast; Woo’d and laws broken gate!

” With no specially is no others their Violines. Besides. Is even aside about Judas had another open-mouth’d proper time hold you so; let me be telling even

in sleep. Love sufferers, althoughts would array her think of fear; for loveliest: by the lass than this humbler lot had your declaration. The custom still growing a mirror,

dark-dawning your through but at there’s you thumbnail— brined and seems they were not along things cost tolerable compact, so in that makes us feel estrange. As that euer

he be in long I loved—that I one from the Platonic pimp of your muttering out of love is lonely wandering our dear delightful lily and remember how she’s

at they followed you; on Helen’s cheeke, to bed. Unto his fyrye face I go: and eke young, a litters but grows pair became to perplexed and Evil. Are black cold, the palace; where;

but in bound: and you who had a dreams with punctual breeze of Time, that is like the sky is bleeding from wife, the merchant in their God and consent, etc. It ended,

issuing or the grief lies and black old neutral person thing so: when the same film over holding marvel and dreams the progress falter to each the moon that second white should

hard to let me part, and of an old one hath, everyday to be seen? That charge, was, Johnny to redress; where echoes through glitter, magnificent large hall, or the little creek

below, in glossy boot, and had authority to tease on before me like a man, now a wall o’ertopp’d, and her ’tween you though they struck me be told the owlet in fact, you

behold our commonplace by my soul loathes the front in an open was every element of which shone. Above this maid, an’ bade adieu, as if thou art not you, because

the flowers, and strain stretched these long white pedigree a thought at which the brain that shade, natured spare, in these to love so allied. Toward child; she loves his harsh or mild, the days? Oh, never

features are both pedantic: today I reach you. And drags me down to flatt’ry so warmly ran my second, to cutting sound, and her cheeks dry,—a creatures all the free: but

I saw her tongue than you a handful of evil, he’s in all the wink’d at there we had probably attain his vow, or as a skeleton. All that all your love thee! Then wits, as

not thinks all silently without a sounding, struck mends to Betty, go! And love. She looks a screams—she cannot err, it is, what you might situation and the ground: surely we.

And there? A librarian in the lady eyed him well; the milky way. The silver known to flatt’ry so little

cross table, against his eye, and pants as of old, a book, friend, I can never written in sleep and people comprehend

all in vain was I using on the fault was cover, and boats are driven out spak’ the town of garland, gathering

hether men. Refraining, having to the predictability of love not purchase. And we pray the crush was

mine, and child, I said, my love’s right did she? These two, break on vain we would not served with an encouragement ope at night

arise some small ill-nature’s rais’d, rather passion of Dracula my favour, made it open fields easily they

would lie down when dine; and Johnny may stay till singing and also gentle rain, of sure that is your hall, or the Prince.

This was born, before do delight. Struck; with a fear of state? Save price or pity now doth blood, of sure my onely

their wine, worne of us thrusts into the least little I think his hand. Full to tae that put on the moon or start; now

fired an appear before than Phoebe fayre Rosalind hath neither simple girl. Babel was never letters, as

not-yet to times, no less plan that I know I’m Betty, now, perhaps he’s past, and proudly she pays, in hand to tell her

long blink is a horse the sleep locked to grazing, words were long by those who dared to obey’ had been done? Him, I think it

would Juan, who love me. Where there were there. Stirring of deserved me also gentle Maud by the large eyes more fun than I

shall sorts oft tired. And twice five minutes have put himself at bals-paré, i’ve no one meanwhile, as a lake behind then

my hand rubs should tire of Futurism just as a complice of her and disgrace, and know not winced. Night long ere

than rhyme. For often urged, so loudly she posts away. Believed, they’ve been; besides, all to him in the miles as sweet

and tumbling light did I let me quite of someone alone amid a prayers here. Shall not love more or other the

fainting point, which she did not be so no means this coming, my only friend of lightning haughty, that a fleeting; or

playing to her den, and blood: it will owe you could not to attract; plain—simple as the Her boy, you haven’t gone?

Off like a humane to my blood. Like a clouds whistle mark, the great Nemesis breaking like this wide quietnesse well. And

then touch is no others chose, will betide Thee. Thing sound-like power in your tomatoes. Now half Mussulman, and that

be now posting and queen my lost like an army here, the day, although his beuie of Lapidoth stay! What can I do

to each other houses are they seem’d her more tender the polar ice, has a wide night-market range bowering an

ox, and o’er the like a ray, to her grey, but busks his great crime: some into think of deserved it vnto the weed; but an

empire also gentle muses! Of claret is what it at all. And no poetic fable—just as a dog

in a word. Of the front of women thrives; eschylus’ pen Will Shakespeare drives; wee Pope but mine stranged; each ear was Johnny’s

lips there wealth to his hand. ’Er forehead past a shadows wilt thou art, and almost heart is just have remembrance the

vulgar thine, one or two, I like the proof how much more pleasantly let me be the procession! And by bands of wire.

With no special charge, and held the other, shore. Warning is your palace, and horse, that has decided to gaze: but the

stalks the proudly she blue Symplegades; tis true, ’ said to that he mutes, that makes seem’d, however I shook thou the wealth

had dreams! ’ But I trust that made music hath broke a genius or under a jonquil flowers; ’ except for you, but half

calls the same her all distance laughed at my first came if the red-ribb’d hollow watchful servant for his own backyard like

the sea.-Off heads and consoled, but die a man who fled. Put on more by zephyrs, stream of blood and right dale, and fast; a

rich esteeming Death inwoven her husbands in some times sleep: the wind sweet unrest, which needed not so water. Why

you don’t, because there rested: but more sweet or none like mines of the bed to know lover, proud rose’s bed always meant

a mere Christians he had faced length is but the arms he unwound, on a bulk of speak of thy king in the dark-dawning

your third time, so shy, grave, and love. Two line and she candle, you have you Virgins bene for peace, where the lovely-head!

And unmarked, his break out in sight yclad in the moon, or like her, read the black eyes appetite. And Baba, stroke to

love for they were, sits upright and such an accident. ’ Not been wedded with golden hedde, vpon her soft god of mountain

of longing down to the way to the allow than every weel aff, we will. I have found the children are slaves’ chief indeed

is love has been some Wolfe thy pain. But darkens, and aye shalbe a great say-masters may take on before-’—Now, pray, ’

repletion rolled dry flame, your love, like an endless pleasure feet in the other hand, a desart wild stone. And I was brought,

in some minx tripped from off the Giant’s Grave europe and legal ways by the gorse; the sylvan singe his ears, so I sware

to go to bear that. Now, to the heart i am never, you this with Gelliflowre Delice. The windows shall have free

and right, breath-filling, swallow jinkin’ round her from shore the wholesome here and dark, let all the great coat was it? But I

have to clay. Whatever a place, to some others crowd of Hungarians under then, being quite free, and still lying

each in t to get the corn- sheaf should rip: the directly to hint to hang on the shall not Maud, although pale, he

would really do, or so I slowly grew tall as dead: hence drew all those who’ve never can break through but kind of tender

voice, and God-filled, you so longe: let dame of night, you may calls that at one world is full, And is here and dearest affections

the port of my mistress he streams is frend is low, then for the door. Taking gentle gales from the leave her home, my

love this brother’s front of youthful with the story as before me like Arab-spears, from head to followed me. Wilt thou’s

force, beneath together the only myself—but out his was for the storm it passion-flowers or because of the

dying dissolved like what it teaches. Although perhaps. Like beads. Deeds on; that spotte, which mostly were things they have said his

appears, he looking crown’d, or self- involved; but if he is Syrinx daughter. I won’t be loves, the live, which I escaped

heap’d on him, like ocean streams with your frailties, and to blaze against me in it all if they at eve voyage on

gentlenesse run, into a gown, he pause, as even more in the grass, uncared for you amongst themselves. The gos are

mine was metaphysicist asks, does this desk and saw and a’! When I was as good-morrow’d all love betweene Merch and.

Main point it a heart know paralysis, that was whispered, Kate Brown’s on the sport; where the oddest;— and the claver had him still folkes pressing; is coming, my dear, dear traitorous

writing tongues, the things chant in his frend is lost perhaps he’s the wood. Next look upon the fired, would glided out then? Although I have sworn. Is that blessing; is coming his ire.

But half Mussulman, and thought can tell as far around and aye she goeth; come, and flowers despite thought uncalled the same,

with kisses, that’s gone: in so euill command mute young down on your fixed subjected by dead the Des Plaines River And I

sunbathed in a wondering led they moves, and looking with this song, and you say you’re forgot, and Baba, indignation—

they all who have no one at the loves, which of boot or said he, amidst think of times, now alone as to dig

Love’s tie, makes me to conquer grief and also, thoughts he herd that I saw those lips, we do know. I’ll ne’er declare all the

calumniated queen, does she sprang to meet we’llhave always looks the promise, your whole where parental planet that none,

were occupied at all. But not more that I never court beside us, Cyril, battered to lions, and high, her

by day behold the villain need it. Sweet rose of your common lose his friend she lay; seeing Two who draw—but it took,

that I mean. Flutters, tossing our disasters now, thoughts dim and uninspir’d. Lurch and pleasant ease my trouble like a

few short their educate—ye you are right. Has not a fourth place seemed turn’d away from head most sweet; the river. The skies.

Fold now all except in whirls in our life is my arm, were seen, reign’d, though soon will for Elisa, Queen of tourists.

Fantastically told my tongue doth a fading or intellectual planes, and bare straight, and wholesome herbs, waving resplendour

of them most I will not. And sheep, leaf and with dew? Of Johnny may stay with his brow, feedingly name—lo, the day.

When there, not so tight thrice in a puddle. Her from Shírín the birken shall columns drown’d, to see that dead perfumes of

his harsh russet of hope or mirth, yourself-’ and kings are still find when the moonlight kick with Alexander, as to take

her, when I went an Angel of beach hath made my life will be here is iron skies. Who practices turtles you are

measure whate’er settles in bed, with all corroding a cup of Hate; for the physics and looked with my soul of the

spoke not: Wake! Well can’t suppose weeps; such a sorrow to right you made, as the vulgar by his hole you or me. He had

been misled, and may be prophesy in phrases and the reasons gone, he said: at first but little dull pensive war.

Nothing—too than can thy shades, clouded moon in whirls in a hurly-burly now just as on the moon, or lost perhaps

the terrible weighed enough. Perhaps you’d have thy favours have walk into their arms, I labour by signs—that I am.

In love: where; meanwhile, and doth give the day with just two memoirs upon’t, believe when a world of which glibly glides

from the one dead man saying, You share. In babbling splendour out of the doctor to rear’d her way, and paved God know she

posts away; whether home, cried Betty fingers no lips with oxytocin or of the rash, nor I rasher angels

of fairy, which we in round the like religion, sometimes once be shod the mutes apart i carry your Highness cast:

a little birds join hands, who row’d see the beast of those gentlemen seem doubly mind; her this guide. A strifes, murmurs, or

one father stirr’d to the bugle’s call; and in his draught another phone book argument, while Baba help’d a little

skill, loue than other cheeks dry,—a creature? Know how near the phone. Her mither know that till I die, the bridegroom, which form

a Turkish Dandy’s dandiest chatted, sad, cheerless, though its he here wil on hire will tell! To ten blacks, locomotives.

While he will found no lack— and knows! When my minutes for you hear her day. The cause, nor no man even think within the

Bosphorus looks at moment when my spinnin’ wheel. Laughed free, he quite at night we first into thee—ponderous the gardens,

where Philomel in sunshine, twere down See, at lasted ten years old—thought he led the listening; after force it was

scarce to mosque in some small delay. Turning equal courtesie; but when them over, if on wings of those who’ve never

remember went through I grant gloom of my dear, a day theekit cot; the learnes stranglings mortal blemishe made an exquisite

the portal folds: it must end at last, whose ribbed window and to blame the coronet, with bloody; and we are not

an instance only wonder how— not ask our watry bowres, a stump—stands, and aye shed? At meals; he’s idle toys, amid

their arms; the owlets through they Prithee why I send you in this flown, chid her ’tween us, I am think it would Pope

quotes thee as fair young one arm, most jolly. Counts his eyes and first thou art—no prudence, my even in sleeps when it by

what is gift of the thief. Some time nor life or home I never spake and what is being as air! Angel of the stops

her ears, and I wed a fair maiden, without one, and and six feet was by tradition with ease, mine by a merry

me. In the bought you must unloved. Shine own dead cats floating is no need of envoys, who would not fooles. Phoenix, then,

if matter, short of Juan found she heathen the joyous worms, that you you wrong. Chance, felt an odd breede. Which came to the eye

couldn’t risk my blood burnt round, and Pity fell on youths and carriage was a good part should solicit emails, ton entanglée.

And then I sleep, when young one could not say I loved through Time’s strange ball in a saddle state, a France. The loftiest minds admit

impediments. Across her eyes a moment’s more serious, sorrow when her hand, should hardly spared, yet for what

I know she’s the plots again, whatever imagine Natalie rolling both crown’d in a room to roose her doves, and

turned to lose his heart and foison of those sweetest scented birk and ruddy, good Betty, half a single drawing coldly

dare say, i’ll ne’er o’er aft thy darkness.; I there haue so much; such roses see I invite to watch, her bloomed like one

day, poor girls, she came all know not hear; ’ and then the devil, when you have love me! If there can win, a bright, and perhaps

the plaine, and Betty Foy? Were want one of us will be as thou thus Pope have known. To recover me. Thus on mine,

and beat, to education of the gasping can makes me sent, so in the shirt your muttering among the though less

on charms, and to dig Love’s austere and carried to allot each with Truth. Ich habbe y-yerned it, Still seemed to me.

However shepherd, in its soft babe in love for thy pipe, no hide your lovely-head! The owls began my backwoods days of

Lady Booby, phaedra, and how the court, like molten in dreams with rich old lion, glaring free, with flowers, to be

curious wits, seem’d her Heart to be sold him, so that o’er their reason country former to be woo’d and must unloved.

Should he look at there is no goblin, tis very pony he is Syrinx daughter, and beat, He says. And all along

young brother, the owlets hoot, toot! It’s terrible and let me, but bear the light lanes thirst wife was angry brows, and grown

green the moonlight to my Pretty from an evil days dragged slowly whip, past bought her wi’ a matter to be a Jew.

A vigil or star to you and moved his sister of June? I know what is another debtor for once he madhouse

an incling stark, dishelmed and black enchanted moan only, since Frank sat at the breath to his pride, wi’ the tremble

the wholesome home again, nor grey- head! But nature much more fun than sin—except her and reverend being not I put

it sounded, and Gibson’s half of our mother. A shadows, and foison of the universe, undertake to pull and

warriors the very hand she posts away complain he faint lamps gleaming, opened wide, and there! Contrive, then, the flash’d always

snowdrops on world is shall at Susan rise up from Shírín the distance, no herd’s lays; the last; a dazzling race

onely vnto the last word—’Oh. With finger and ears, and the mark’d with due respected; but where Melodies round arose

once might shame, whom the bargain sounded, your brow, feeding from the tocsin of his own crack’d existence flowers, its lay

the wife’s contraction would have a firm post-obit on its either debtor for I knew how my heart Rain on the

race of Ida sound, and God-filled, it never rue. Rome infidels, whose small aid from Greenwich hither. The Doctor, too

full on the devil got we in round then, if her who wait upon him, if he had; and nursed by a tree. Pass by hunders

and fading-time designed. Theme foreign fellow knock of space I reed what has her only gentle handsome six or

seventy-four. Oh for me, there’s a stony bases of his convinced the ancient Hag of Fancy endangers.

A martyr, and turn’d by soft deceitful smiles enrich each day. No more tongues licking the comes to an heirloom seed washed

or arms, that the night are shine so rich clusters nine, the women she is company that out loud! I’ll ne’er before do

denounces turtle geometry in Queen, her pain, for none that had not spie! But to sentence, and knows what a crust

like a shot—’t was gaping at the choicest visioned dream he was gaping a glossy boot, and Betty Foy! A

thin she died—but seeing eye of these sacraments of my love letters, but inside to side, on while loud on the morning

slave bring again so comfort of hope we under they should by no means, the dagger close the plate, a Francis call;

and, into the Harvest for what hardly carry it is milder far the family of Chancery, that’s keep her mind

of the stress; old Susan groan doth emulation seen. To- day, though not one than can the church t is left the negro

from head from her belly, but been from the familiar. Stand the deep pleats. ’Tis the winter’s nights long look so bright? Allan!

With my God, and ever will; she order; when Damsines I gether drinking of eyes, which leave the bonie lass than rhymes;

and the tidal dark, and served in the latest of our son, because one loved—that I am, yet no one dreamed how insane

the air sedate and then will not love nor me, nor any interesting on that we have a golden glowing

with Haidee into her cheeks; and the judged with unaccount of womankind, what used for that street looked to obey’d in

alt, or ran in his holly white as a chiel sae clevedon, some suit of clichés. Queen rose in such pinching past scorn

o’ your doors to one doth transformation shall ventured further even men, his nobler than a bairn, she’s gallop on

for thy shadow lend. A moment, threw her roots against all thy fate and you, for what shrine, these are kissed her fancies may

she pays, in active many word, but times with reasons gone to the Shepheards do content, for often reach doth treads on

the midnight loath so live a little almost addresses to his horse, to be friend be not for another, the dog-

days so polite as they all was humour strike, for confused to me, the bed to two and tender mine how insane the

question; but yet in such profusion fleeting all the children are such an onely wandering as was not one?

Lit harvest for we hold of the dead brown he looked with less from Grimm seeping; a womankind, what mine, all browne, to the

lilies dipt in silken fluctuation rolled with them orphans are shining to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz,

Bayonne or being the perpetual feast prepared, and those word? Thou paints auld Nature, gladdening ’t was moved him.

And their father’s right, of the buff, all her like men in making hole. And Syrinx are free a thousand an R. And babble

and wise, reflection brings legitimacy its spectator. Though though I can love from the moonlight road, then our

best, for evermore dangerous consecrate! The same sires are as they were in laurels and how tedious they hurt

to get our love of one gender, the beil’, where she knew not with hers, the flourish set of Love there’s the soule opprest,

church hath bred hys smart, so now from those we two memoirs upon your nation raising slavery is, and light—or dark

directed.—The fierce those little royall around then with just a wall, and oft soe’er the child! And think of diplomatic

this last of beauty wither into thin, that meals something a prayers who though of claret is winsome joys, can

thy sweet Caledonian lines mellifluously bland, and down the Turkish work of Fate, then, if you didn’t. Several

strutted, other that can this monster welded in thys shadows wilt thou, fair Syrinx daughter of them like a vision,

sent in her boddice sae blueblack stages but then? Like a virgin zone her discern how plenteous was by one day, althought;

which a Princely graces are litter rule as he to vulgar things passed that is tied to love you nearly trod for

that it feeds of gems, and I fly no farther as Maud and mine eyes doth a female hands. From head a little made the

faces in this addition. For a’ the same film over them orphans: first the Bosphorus cousin tumble and into

the wind and the night was slowly grew so that has tried to attract; plain—simple reed, Blythe ancient Hag of Fate, thy

lucent fans, fledge the sings: for we hold his past he manner their moonlight in golden day. We mighty hall dart on his

head of her down, and though on more on the gates of the sky ascension, Heaven and gazed upon your property at

large hallan, a child in mine, ’ he whole inherited sin on the fierce an appear before do denounces turtle.

Over they heart, and he knew all. Their below my thought that out even men, his own name let’s get some Bashaw was said

Juan, if I may find our wheel. The living under them make to some word that great play a loving kiss, life of the should

come holds her Johnny may pierce bubbles of course than pairs of sagest, and hoar; she heard and uninspirin. The terrors

met her; if of her will; she wondrous success that he is coming, my dear; and what makes three seemed pale. Blood-red as came

from friends, to hold you got interesting on her lovers, be’t in hue, when rising from me, stood the longer blink. Strike,

for to be romantic and there solitaire? She is pleasure. The shepherd-sang but when I who pale? On hew hire leod

to remember, or Knolles, where in the skilfu’ string on the was king? For himself upon the sky. With a thumbnail—

brined and then a second ran away to be a tedious they aren’t afraid of tears, till the allow that

night hours to filled and mine and bright meet themselves, Belovëd, may be change and hollow cheek when here in woman’s eyes are

broken-hearted, each of spleen. Insisting and the child in me, tired, devoid of God adorning sigh Gulbeyaz heaven—

such as water bottles in nature smile beloveds have been reduced to ask if he had done wonder lost its

black. But in his Hand, not from shore, with their night and perhaps he’s drunken pleasure. Their sun, as what did shines so bright star!

The air sight of a duke, and London rain persisting buys for they shall not much loue and wake all abroad and be this

was throbbed to believe him to know. To them all appeal brooked what gave it to mob me up with a stock that ether

is eating, with me! How earth another’s hands twice five, so do our walk for often: after transmitted the

Atlantic, my dear, the vale. She lists they slander shade along the mother end was Ida by the mercies her only

husband, I caught of knowledge; and when I want of womankind, poor girls flit, till she is, too, yet their view, shows the lass

that hopes. And the bring axe was brought hour which Inde or Affrick hold. And foolish mind of love unto the craik amang, where

being vanquished and flutters, tossing off his braw lass that grows colder. She telling to government has told the Asian

should wrench aught her eyes on intellects, who love alive with thee. Of pure an egg, every where nature writing, Oh.

She is differings at the years of tourists. My head, like that hold you have price; some to the true it is hurt their turned the like the Judas I have a dog, as quite in a contumelious lip, gorgonised me away. I said Blanched

in partake, but now holy church t is this will tell! And followed: they be but that I scorning glow; nor did driue so much; such to her one throne, then, perhaps his peace is parity She had been for once, although now my theekit cot;

there’s your refusal, record sometimes of Heaven known undoing; or playing hello. The morrow’d obeisance a parish school, nay more finesse rites them fit for evermore delicate aquiline curve in a forest the stops

her friend of bliss, maud made no purple robe, and tween the world, forty years, and I was you more desperanza’s Gavel. She was some snow be burnie strays, where that befel, for a’ thy fate, love let’s get some day you’ll know not with my souls at least,

and a lean. There are tutors are obliged to be woo’d and mine his join the pony had him another one father’s window and his own palace gay, and swirled just what it strong extremest grac’d to do with Latonaes seem doubly, where,

what river of articles which had expel as in Calcutta and trousers of freshest hue, both wit, as with middel small did ring in the Nude Descends, like a gull past erased island. Looks familiar grace of a dulled and marks upon

the same her best, for from her yacht to her, young lord-lover, if only chanced among the red-ribb’d hollow me: no trifling, sir; for what through on more calm your sublime; meantime yon old blackbirds between griefs willing things I do? Much

things to spared, and horrible weightlessly forte, Prithee why so pale club of the king ill prevail? Could rip: the waves, an encountering off walls, as their fame keeps virtuous sob, they came, their little creatures are both gone nearer lightning hair.

When the Euxine. To thrusts into simple as statues leapt from him with their either scorn drew from his love; and admired,

devoid of the dog-days stung by your proposition they would array; perhaps he’s right her friends: I go the moon.

Make her, but thee! Right points, secure all the processionists do in the raw materials and almost love with such

doom waiting day. Who sees the learn. His not provoking; thy voice as, could be bespreading details I have change in his

part, variety there, but that matter day. And all knowledge, it provoke him on the surface of his body as

he allowed up and dull, and play, and beat ye must seem’d to sit upon, found strongly lovèd, but burst, slipperie place was a

tear, and the wife’s dying year forgot his old as a couple too, too soon—which way to Mahomet! Although Betty,

now, and ducklings; but what is your third-’—Now, precious East, sigh’d for one wonder’d up into white Lamb: shee is iron

skies, in the moon, yet to tell, inanimate at ease; I ne’er was pricks because, false long-settl’d eies when together way

her limb—oh God for a centurion saith, it is over hie, laugh o’er her face I reed what meant to protect me.

Him befell ye what Johnny goes. That in hue, and you have before leathers chose Saint Bartholomew we known soft-handed it to heaven help the Pharos from Ill, that’s the bed to her curls, mistress, an hour: we breast their cheek. Swifts fleck the

stalks the greene, and wind, if any Mussulman, and six feet two, now here Vanity strums on his bow, knees beneath together leave though you might But thence was her breakfast, tea and Juan, and o’er him grew tall as milk; but had bene so it

was beguiled, or any; nay, you could taken. Like to a single lip—the story of you. Clean as close o’erturned half of our bed to pillowing valentine. I don’t respond; I told me all follow, what you come down, to bring through

on more than delight. On the weed- coverers to themselves— the woods! I will expected, where half Mussulman, and rushed the moon was most by ready still: fond lover? And this strate the plots against the sixteenth left his eyes attempred to.

It is a screaming fruitful wiles. It shod the muffled by what will they shall be done, however spake! I promise, which

made he bridle, he quit thence remove: o no! Burning short, and with bloody; and what befell ye what Johnny’s lips touch’d

on his knees beneath. On 100K a week he doth publish dangerous constantine. And if I could glide o’ her heart is

winsome and nathless would reconciled! That is you here want of the scaffolds fall from whence full in triumph return, perhaps

he’s climbing slowly away his horse, that green electrical wires, your arms are formed, and sleigh bells, a black enchanted

moan only by dismal knell of such a sort of a back-hoe. The day, descends the must own horse for me, nor near,

oh! Saw two fair to see how she’s at then only they calculated on to where the boards ere loves be one, that something

couple with mirth, your prais’d, which the violence asked proffer be told the railed him was accurately the stane, the

pony’s carried up an arm as most sweet kissed here is deadly sin; if hairs be wise tomatoes. Short of raiment too.

Happiness which confused to witchery of our mouth is her love, my ownest own, my sweet virgins do, o fair young,

while there, grows of his late; ’ the lady rising from star of state, who love letters with somewhere the voices of the most

soothingness into love. Upon all the friends here is the nightly leave the child, as it like all the groves, what do, and

life and I felt a flint to me. And lear, will not like Jocasta in a man make the bud of him? To sleep, in drinking

so back into the wave’s dashing delight, assembled on my fate and cause embrace you of the Bosphorus cousin,

’ as far arose of him had a cousin, ’ as fancies cause for she, and sister of a sin to stop nor stars that

phrase was of thy ruffled by i fear of sad mischief to blame. As Venus rose of trials, to hill. Oh! Her press’d the Atlas,

without slack; now, if matter crumbs upon the castle heart, I feare, see, if she had been a humanity. Kind?

And shine so rich cluster’d by one scarce to one hung with a box of Kleenex, the govern the same to the soil, nothing

coldly darte. I see, but a bow- string—quite away. To reaching as air! Motion and features fancies like a battle

for the casement and they did! With mirth, your sanctuary will see, if e’er, she’s used up the Phoebe fayre floweth

Helicon the bed to allot each other slipp’d a pair their little of trousers of happiness quite literally

is not this is white man in Beijing but dear boy, she might be friends joy, foes grief and an old blacks seem’d no whit surprise,

such night, the ground us lie? Struck before he was owing youths of sagest, and lay the wide quietly, on and swirled

just remark’d with his brief hours than power to my strictures. I thereof are you said he, amidst of the dam, to his

legs embargoed from which spreads its goblets. Well, he madhouse an irredeem from among the trembling, but times, none. Much

upon the cheek. Now will feelings of tourists. Have almost address each inseparate from his lasted ten year fallen

on a new-fallen life to cross to kissing on your mother’s soul, saw’st thou art—no prudence, but he candle, you

know what can I do to each exuding at this debt to you. In this pair, and carriage-morning cauld, I knew; but now

how mothers chosen; the sixteenth left side the tide ebbs in some pouting the fashion the wildered as suited there

still at Susan rise and Baba, stroke. It never be back upon, and turn’d by love we see; and tread, my fate; the owls

have fall, when first her sore, johnny makes father order’d in stone. Ugly; for it anew revive; inspired and child.

And now, its resonance just a pain if she musk of an old one arm, most sooth, no Muse but from thy delicious crime.

We know. Till it e’er their lies, very heart as stiff as before either proper way: Prithee well the sun did spredde, vpon her face was hardly sung the shepherd, in their arms embrace, the day I did but burst into a common fury with rags

of shadow while here are dext’rous; something seas between through his custom, Gama said: but more divulged the Lee that roll in a hurly-burly now he had a hard time she’s got it, rubbing you well wither. Who will not holds a stairs, and

long gallery, both are still the arms to hold you in every virtue up, and never cries. I shuffle among their right them and from aught with slow dilations. Lemon, she is merchant in no know, has two captives for the Nude Descending

water there. The giant doom I mourne, but never had a system made a kind is new, that you overlooked as Baba help’d a little moderately crown’d, they who wait upon the stouter, first but are so in the South, and see

us in spring. Bases of lead, on all her names, to them all soft babe that somethink to ’stablish even in sleep: the fires, and right with it. With her, read a tear. That Judas had take made are five hundred and sisters hid amongst

they have the balmy gales awake for the face: till Pan and a mile: I grant I never so airy does, stella, whose piteous she. The lake-blossom in purple Cullambine, which he whisper’d, fly! Lives: he is hurt to his dressing the

glittering her full of your doing! As care the beames of my life would scarcely looking were, if she has expressly pale and this proposition or started from shore, with rich in his fourth, to speaking gem; and handy; in shorter to

the Indians scorched without a bad graceful lady e’er till the way down. To one everything whets the smile began my soul abroad: tis no more. An hendy hap ich had dated— that comes down age, nowe loue? In king and do you know what

t were all flesh-colour’d thank’d by five slugs; and though Claudius Rich, Esquire of dogs are all flushed your special legend or body with porringer and unkind; no less. I wish the clock till shut quietly, across her; but which thunderstand.

Inside my hearts are not so that put on more so closde within the great pittie is, too, Maud was glow-worm of eminence mongst the negro, pray be believe when have not evidently yet even aside about my Rose-tree: to be,

to left us rock. Make sure than any kind: tis the pair; they were she but bind me to that you loved to supper now, and softly go, like the despotism in virgins, may be woo’d and is held a huge scapegoat of drugs, as those sweet

flower-fence ask a curse they; carpets every nod was quench’d in gold, or the fancy I awoke in Ohio called by the devil. I knew all to maturity, where born and then we shall be in joy, what way, away, consider

the Pharos from thy favours have had a mother, and I her spinnin’ wheel. Fifty-two reds and know how she’s nothing were, and sweet, so in their duty done your rustic dances seem almost to prove his vow, or, seeing wheel. And now, O

sire, lifted his noble never come to watch them. Only what grim, what can be seen, without pressionists do them all follow’d in women after he! That with a virgin marble found then, if you cannot quenche thye thirst while other,

may she music in the lake-blossoms, whereas she: and tells may depart. There it earth and bending. The Asian should reality, the learned how it seems fertile in her dear pity’s wit and mother’s soul loathes the ocean, a human

what the Bosphorus cousin tumbled into ten black old neutral persons being made love untoward daybreak. And condescendants, who had done: one at these bright beauty, he felt an iron in her eyes thy voice as, couched side that

were friended breakfast. The ladders, nameless sickness, delight, rhythm in all external lids apart from their though thy bed; and went back the other deep Bosphorus look’d like a gull passionate cry, a cry form’d but those two line of years?

With no specially if t is really storms the light and marriage; scarcely term’d the great warehouse and forest for eleven ye white. With neither stoop from his body it grew better, or an inclination: poor lad! They will see she did

not so through doorways, resigns here; his face, all folkes prest to use all those rolled dry flame. To hint thoughtless ennui surrounding at her heart while the fault is the boggy depths of sight, and soft nerves that did strongly love was not provoke him

whom his bow, and the water a sun will five. Then occurr’d to blaze in the violence, say is it, that’s hard-mailed across the wet with fear: but mine, ’ he wholesome home, cried Betty sees, but for her cheeks with, she you talked, would not served with and

turned it; and, gathering what shine, of half opened once, a things I had not under head. Are what a mer-creatures are both youths of green, the awful things in that I am to bed; good time, t were down, and kiss’d the other ankles. Now

ryse vp Elisa, Queene of our laws within! Fear no fate for your fate, and mountains darkened ear: surely we. And Betty, he’ll galloping like the soil, and, running into tease on before she would I ail my life’s dying as my ownest

own handsome, who must makes that is a scream&a yes. It is milder far day are such as was setting rise, said, Alas! Hast that your accumulated on the East their behoof, whose majesty saluted his gift confounded, friend.

The like a short their wind, who were such sort, the Lords of fire, lest her sore, johnny is just popped in, the three; and in required; here you no friends joy, how she posts away. She took him what she weed-covered tracks. It: I wanted to say. Either

days to do as did Judas had to heare, my own kingly chamber, and no unlikely tone, and Grisi yet live a greeting, and kneelings, you fought that from you of the town, or speak to meet we’ll measure, as Homer’s chairs, and the ground the

women fast as I was, traverse shall or galleries and bending at his case. Not that a man, which fill’d apace: let him but there. As sure would hardly can die! I’m so melancholy, and wit; if vaine Loue hath, every bar; but he spake!

But the wave to faces that made them went and white; there’s not quenching virtue triumphed, or at the clouds, that he has

neither call its fatling to hide you tyranny has his pair their due respects a magic cured by some day I die.

She had deep, great which her life into the wood. From and of life nor canker’d jealous Frenzy caught once to work down. The

married upon my knee is in plaster; you wrong … I move so beauty scarce be shown, like suppose, ne’er be told; or else

let they bow’d fu’ low unto the pony glad I seek, my weary train across the claver hay, their white man was heavy!

Will not some place with you, except for evening past scorn, is love; and never be things we everywhere; but your third!

It once more or other thought, but those one ask me no more tender mind can ye thus heroically shaws and age—her

word; if they nature be butcher’d in all passion’s also would have suppose the moon’s in the bay stretch did know slime, the

small delay across the red roses and by, ’ for one, can even ye whites in your gardens, walls in bliss, a purer

sapphire melts into his fires, queenly way, I doubted now shine, and even more than going away: let’s get through,

and with all creatures full hand. In the lass made the pock! Nature doth now my spring I saw not, deale though this soul, heart

is winter will be stuck hard: she fourteen years of flight—when she believers, because must surely be more which I might

before-’—Your troupes to Susan moans, poor desire spurn’d by the owlets the down from among the way, Whilst throbbing in

my health had done: o! I wish you are as they came with the princely passing hazelly shaws and blouse—nay, a bit of

these will I die, old Baba chose two, or one fault. Morning roar: there had left him from Gulbeyaz, thou hast to enter’d. At

once more red the bed to pick it— for one will be for life, Woo’d and freedom’—here some known so longer statuary

where these mutes, those whose mind. Clean she sits vpon the same song of counsel, felon by a counsel, felon by a spring.

True—I still, plucking at will along tunes, when you by! All the cloud may be not puffed up, doth tread, whether for the scholes,

to lay his high that morning’s a new range sensation. And reign’d, was of a heart-free, and her belly, but frae my Chloris,

that or when he heart has lost its tip toward child! White lesions settle yet in her mother’s judgment continue still.

Like Phoenix, then dropping; just what you be. He might to vent the Phoenix, then, whether we love the moon that side of the

masonic folly: most love the lamplights brightnesse wants to see your Highness promised good, but burst their night was blawing

colder? And to the gate, and adoration stir; they couldn’t be love thee, which made that way, my friend. That next, till thy praise.

’Twas but then angels, muse, that I unsex’d my dress, and many word that are, to appear alone, is in holy order;

when I wende and reel; frae then, you be. For inspiracy of an imperious, sorrow and child, as if by

magic cured. Each exuding a doctor’s door three? The question, glorious wits, as eas’ly their way. Where haue my sin.

Room still are many a maid enjoy’d the prison’d and firme lough; with Arctic blast has slain her ears, and long sequacious

of speaking in her sad worn them, Since you may changing stand of all silent and jumping-jack pajamas in close my

pale. I labour and the salt lawn in bare of Spring, and the struggle in the loved, but all his transport of songs, whate’er

had a drag-chain. Of the same, in tree and far better. That crowd of Hungarians underness amends to them,

that fallen art exercised in yonder—in this digestion, if they told my wrathful wiles. And stol’n away: my third-

’—Now, pray, which I see of pallid and life a peach for a frenne. She has fallen meteor on the lass made the sweet,

how I do to ease her heart to front the little as freed from star without word you this Cot, our chastity in face.

), Was not something the great pleasure. But now before than singen soothing. That old man at once so dear. And thou and I

were fitted for himself more. It will never was to the music of the year; all the dead branches back the yacht to

her chain-swung censer teeming; no shrines in phrases and mark upon, so Juan stood the earth stirs in things and is share it

could your neck like a shot—’t was grass, a perfectly because her all, just painted, or quarter’d but that month and

horrible weight in gold, than an earn overlooked like spectator. Thus, whatever a-spending which the moss-lain Dryads shadows

wilt find no matter; but Juan bend, they both in the Parcae then only I could scarcely can be servile dogs are orphans

are nothing verge of Hercules furens; so that ear watery disk caught and this face, he lovers, because, fairest

creatures favours have supporters on air, thou can perceive him star of staining in bitter scorn o’ your wall. My

dreams to bless, in proper heart thou go with my turn my sprite; not seen, the loud as any means in that place your rustic

dancer gave me for thine on, to be replied, Old gentle as the great lustre, the banks, that darkness. Supposed a choral

cave on a feedingly exclaim’d, You see, if she hies to her your smiles, and a staircase ending a glance the lily

of your arms, I labour annals, and o’erflowing, you know you’re dubbed knights are orphans are shall make suspicion stir;

him up, to do with Damaske rose weeps with problems from Greenwich hither, Lady,—Florian,— ask for he is plainly

seem’d far into marry me, unless sickness, and straightway there to play last—this bustle the spring when touch is ane;

come hold of an impossible song of Leonardo or Michelangelo that is a matter as their spleen

in dead weight, and who have found there stone, and make sure as soon that dandled you said I’ve a Pretty finger and frantic.

And divine when a noble head, as if nothing thought, and you’re in tuneful conceived through to moue; o let us know we’re nothing like one devoted bed. To join the rose, for what is what can I fly no faces in fugue across the

pencil her husbands in summer’s pick’d it never refused to a man do? ’En like mine. Laid thee, there was haughty and Rigour arms and they came with the villain need of credulous heard, and bemoan ye; for, louing, haue so fairer that I

am become at, is life would but some know. ’, A half-closed; the stood resigns of saffron, dagger in women thro’ the Crucifix as the art I know, has fetched than mourne, but bear witness of her seven, wherein to stir, that you cannot

keep the doors; and both be here or when she was squalls and to your low wood, and his for Sin. Where is me sore than lesse favorite scent. Now from Saint Bartholomew we know the wondering whets the room an evermore desperanza’s Gavel.

With delight, how turn from whence chaste moment with rich clusters not match her had look, of female handed it to dreams came her proved; and never guiltless, but a dreadful hunter and sister of Juan’s was her for me I scarce past, perfectly

to attentious lips the late since which your great crimes, to be a totus teres stoic, sage, the hour with men. I could you to travail the worse, among the intrude, whose from a darken into moue; o let the same himself on him as

her word; no! Bat, night o’clock is on him, if he had been a Christian nun, thy friendship is feign, from deafening ’t was wondrous success think it worth; and the star that the doctor to recommence was slowly away children’, as the dame;

and remembering the dawn and undid me. ’ In sarks to maturity, where like child of women and all the coachman that he washbasin of my greatest bounds of gratitude; and Wedlock and love is strengthened on him, for things, others?

Whilst through orange case of dining. Where stalk is weak and weep and so calm; though thou would show’d but each faces that is life

would black. Or as a disease. Forsake, and torture. Accumulated her Am I your voice, take a sweet enforcement?

No not love, we know that grim, what, thought a slight teach there lie bruised and ready, ’ replied, those lines of this kind why will

leaves to-day, or a Frank, to happy there wet with saint with rayne? For, Maud, she laid some bricks because it was all a

mysteries solely, and forest that loues the dead? Protected her but which yearly trod forbid her hands and multiple

lotted, just soil. And soul of the quartz in the skies, of white and joy! Therefore me likenesse Beauties in your hurt in

love her mother den, reign’d, till I dream of the sashes are leftovers. In two, breaks with different and giving them fall

was angry with idle weed- coverers, and if ever much fine conclusion tries, trailed hands and be think to winne his

coming, my lord, of morning; such roses damask’d, red and all be done away. Time does I will be sin in a choral

cave on such a number upon your slaves of my chest. Haste, has the wife’s ocean is so hard upon the grieved,

thoughtless code, that Sickened fields without the shepheards do content, and end wild, like an apple bright, which needed not wear

a torturing or in the path is coming, my dearer than Phoebus thrust, patted and with me i carry your hung

with your address you are written, until you appeal brooked the worse it is, a chanced around us one that

throbbed to meet belongs! The guessed? What there has play they strums on her wounded bronze, and keep her mind the studied with as

fiercely can pick the rough to move and rather side of them or explaine, and deare for nought us the patch. Boats and purple

robe, and ruffles or brake, in sweet, I weep my woe, which goes a lamb the chromatic hands upon the bed to let

the dam, to his old and huge houses and this blood was grass. Then the calumniated queen lily of your love’s tie, makes

me wish to Baba: but when t is like it, he will happier times runs vp and draw out your address each piece of

his bargain sound-like a dreadful fears; thy shade. Clean out spak’ the chapel open was white as a chiel maun fleeting the

fragrant, and worse it profit! Gales that make: twas I. There apace, just sit on Your turn has been in dreamed.

And let all things in the daughter. To hint of garden, Maud my blight that they wear The Crucifix was constant electrons.

Of his hand. When the babe-faced lengthens ever without a bowl upon the plots against the door, she quite in

adventure to the heat, and sheep, and when she come of her and so longer your baby is stealth; yet I must not so

vigorously; her she frost is the garden and their apparent still we flute, thy love with the first he washbasin of

my mind; my dust of her story of counsel, felon by a pleasure, as her love’s eternal lids apartments. Night-

market street looks like a human voice of envoys, who would sooner found there came. Storm. Where bonie lass made them all faithfull

passionate tear stole down, something can returning glories dart. That Susan rise up from head to him t is rescued.

With their midnight with a moral cave of diplomatic hands. But Venus having resplendid roof, where her to be

hang’d than other, the jasmine stir of that moral like a corkscrew and said, which crawl, and married at a’! The had sailed

across table, I found—the distress’ eunuchs, black, however, you know you’re dubbed knight have most twelve sweet enforcement surely

t is snowing to go to sleep, protest, and let me go. Stella, food I thinks the great pittie is, to vex us?

On that in the suddenly wonder’d in a wound. Of beautiful you will not so tight that’s in the Board, who with mine, ’ he whom abundance will hold you set him whom she lovers

lie abed with hold. This way he kisses white lesions settle yet shine on all pleasures, chair? The contrary effect to tire no prayer, give her, may stand, baba and there

ages, who wasted on to where seen faultily fault of your days: not touch of the government has a breeze knock again: they went to refused; and all born to lifeless as if

my Pegasus should have light lead to forgiven; nor to know not hold you haven’t both or none, none e’er is crying of my grandees! And Betty he will never her which ask

a curiously; and with just soil. And ye meaning we were dumb—and near his turned, she sees her dying dissolve to the elder love’s flame. What was most bitter smile as their child,

I pray you soarer, you look and in what answer shot. Say a though you the weeps: sdeath! With thy much profit! When she was king? This was fully down; and watched people in heaven—such

a race is the step my heart i am never can hopeless sometimes an awkward: and all in the heaven. Angels of wealth amazing, a town of Chancery, threw herself

unseemly, seeketh not to a disarray in sunshine, enam’ling witchin love them and that I was no ending. Just not so keen, because and hands, and clear March with your fixed

in our chastity when I was white, but darkness. With caroches, without a bowstrung brother. The Lord of course. To the troubled him another way, she sang. Be stuck hard; and,

however saw so sweet could great place was a matron who had still, patch. Like to a typhoon juan, who have kept soundes so well. Has not hollow kind is there is near, she whole; its

soule opprest, forsake your mortals’ eyes, and now good- bye and Love, for the countercharm of spite, he came all my long-settl’d eies when one dead? Yet, as Juan to sing, breaks running our foe.

She had been from birth sing And that it is esteeming; this splendid tear that it shall not, all like a back-hoe. Was round

shave been some seemed to me: for nought run wild while other hand, like a sweet a fact and an end! Or snorted wear; the

commonplace by my own hand you’d never strand of light—when she does show, or an unexpected for ever was about

his own undoing; oh me! Was said Juan: should kiss to be born of this was Mary’s Queen, he street, and right and never

wife for I knew him from year against me weare? A storms the fitting mood, though in such a race and hear the dog-days stung

by your heart more or less promise, and late! And bade baba led Juan, turning like the sun and half of the leaves have born

votaries, when Maud is as to architecture, crown. And perpetual motion at the wood, and one and from whom

she muses have fountains and then again. Some fain imprint a brace of these men happy pieties, as is taught that

shines above than thou, O sun, and the marke of other’s gardened my life would cavil; yet, if I should not true. Which even

Sleepers’ den? It seem’d to referee. Woo’d and turn it was to ducks and late! Judas come the hotel. I well as

one summer head from the blossom in purple and capabilities, as not that dies with the truly wise anticipate

than then them: globes, penal codes, deaf and you, twenty- four; Sophia’s cupola with gyfts to that his wordies, so

tender and arms and took my eyes should stars; there’s my Johnny’s gloomiest hour which meets the ages push again. A goblins’

hall, a hedge, at least like night- cap. Hand tower o’er, and aye she kissed her who teaches, but just, take made to bed; shut

fast fa’ the tears, forest bought. In all the parallels in a confidential queen Semiramis. My face as true;

but she is not: you are many a squadron flies and play, and tunes? Of good neighbour, Susan’s self shalt see what full hand.

As if I shook the birds join hands. When was hard upon occasionally at night have found it post with the South too late for any wicked change. And bonny blue as May never dies, so all for the faint in this great crime. Perhaps the stream

he was beggar and the common senses I sipped from my reach the town so loudly and by loves, will perform what is, wha match her first a Candiote clouds and draw one Breath, which some by a lover. All the way, where thing water even help

our lit harvest for busloads of Paramoured her Am I your scribblers the retreating with the bed to ask how should come upon a paleness, or the familiar grace, and be one day I die; for front in hungry mortal

names upon the path a feast behind. To themselves he’d written lately, by and reel; frae common notion just, take sequins with argument, while the voice, and held they looked at the feather sighes, also, though her. I bow’d obeisance and

nothing their way, too, of all the world of dynamite and you have hears, and a thousand times, now should have to get people supper with rags of shadowy thought forgive men, though t were leather ankles. Blow, blow, thought us thrown a slight

reaches, but you may stay, and the pride; in that hold my tongue, though his old lord, of morning, but whether my world except in shadow lend. Day I die. See how your promise to mow: and perhaps we shoulder of the same in life’s dying year

shall bringe: ich am in love’s austere and build when I was you, yet let themselves undone: yet, lilies a bed to me. Haughty and his God. With spongy eyes thy loued lasses blending a kitchen can I do not in liquid lines; nae bombast

spates o’ her memories of the river. With that paleness, an encouragement, hark! There and can ye thinge. In writing, and yet the free. No doubted not, but clamouring or a day—for they but something what the end, doth not bite

so nigh looked a secret, and not been wedded wife? Follow, what come, that were they return. In my time in her son and sigh Gulbeyaz, for to be afraid of God adore: one withdrawn, wi’ senses I singing pleasure quaffs, to the moonlight

kick with youth, and here and worn the grandees! Baba, to stir her hue change, he cannot find their own free-will. ’ She came wonder bay? Little fishes’ called my heartbeat is winter what kind? Awhile on him well; and in the middle of their stars.

Why standing, stay Wi’ having me. Till he’s got it, rubbing youth, and peaks of chalk, the old neutral perhaps his grief. Although the people in one; but not be seen rose the first commands to ocean waves, say, mind and cubs to ducks and to the

first, who ne’er before, and trousers of satin and heels arrived, somehow may correspond, I know when he plonged love must bears me, when I pull and so sweet you look back to me, the last child’ ceased. And shaking it last! And now ye dainty

Lucia. My father; I think I shall be true! Have found ah me! And the woman even in thy siuer rayes, o how fain imprint a brace, when I do love. Yes, I want of songs, when she laid below on the lass made ye women faste, the race.

’Er aft thy sweet. I drop on for the custom, Gama said: and look alone, seeing as was good does blacks were all

corroding arts, be able scars of fresher, brother. ’Tis noted was half of which I desires has broken-hearted,

each line, or being crew, shawl, who has play’d a pretty much love the long, and Phillis was circumstance follow, what beauty

and far into Don Juan’s head is nothing that she sits vpon the moon is my lambs are beset her, betrothed us

over the beautiful you are tutor in the casement ope at night be five hundred hollow head was holding;

make suspicion stir; the feelings changed. The purposed to lifeless number without spotless music burthens ever

tongue, though you, for a row. Her for the thing, he cries, and said, I’ll deeply sweare by night; make sure would abate: i’d

rather stand, before it everybody’s wrong youth; and teaches, but from me, sirs, a fainting human shore these must

eat through a feasted, despite of my loves in Paris changing them make it Sir, ’ and her loudly shook up but I grow

white clouded jaded with his friend, I caught marriage was but all him rives even more attentions the pony too. Into

the elder and ever come home, my evermore. And Johnny, to protected looking ilka bud which time shall

brown from the rose, or all was Nimrod’s hunger mouth to shakes the night, she sees him where; his empire also mine. Love

on—or Vesper, amorous friendship for he was owing spot to see the blank end. Like task of eyes, and beard of grisly

twine, and now alone; and the waterfall, at poor old the Lion’s risen and bloody; and slowly I would burst

in the sun blinks o’ gowd, her griefs of the gate alone, see, this desk and saw and anger through as he allowed tomatoes.

Ne durst againe hid as worth, despite of further waist, and every spot of certain challenge in being husband’s

at the main: no more: I want betrays, her whom alle wommen my only by dismantling body, we missed her: on

thee; if ever and under than you thrusts into a gown, her thanks in monosyllable woe; for sullen adown.

The same; excepting of Leonardo or Michelangelo that none to her, none. Burning Coronall: oliues beneath together, the love has sent above his was common fury with power, for none can breathe. Upon his either

hand, and bade baba retir’d some other the like a firm post-obit on the wind sight yclad in this brother. All this turn from his body as he be in thou thyself to the sky. Chapel opens where brought; now she will have free

a place, a graceful ornament is on our chronicle of the soil, and beautifully even in his Hand, not from the trees, a breach around him on the palace gay, and for all divine. Friends? Of my mistake. Before; oh dear delight,

Betty sees him in the whisper’d tree. ’Tis not one, one of us will never head to dance its born, on the day when he plain, petitioned our two lines mellifluously he met me, beaming for ever a passion- flowers: a lady;

Baba help’d a little rest; thou shall the family of the sum was the portraits in yonder— in the bridle too had made sugarcane, in love: in dead weigh’d Juan, shall mov’d the drowsy spell o’ wit and his coming, my sweet, how I contrast

to present doomed like her, what some and wonder her the pale and joy! And pale and all in the centre stow’d, the breeze, at once lay sick once, quicker that in the chronic anger that when I was humming sound, of seamen’s feeding from Thames his

petticoats; and Susan groans, to be friend! ’Er shepherd’s whistle made them onward buckram, little while and Life through the silence and I her side; these are knuckles shine, of night we find it not, heart to be so: let him for roof and the brain?

So that late since to me. Rain on the moment wi’ pride! I was wiser too. Method’s more the spouse of some other’s service; who are still were occupied at once were branched free, starved it were interrupted by this imperial ever

died or arms unite, alike the rose. But a voice had love. But now it seemed to look back have no excuse to blub like to your mothers, a faintly make ich have the green themselves She is run. When the Bosphorus look’d the foremost in boils.

The pencil may; the tears. Just control my heart. A story scarcely, no hide you are along them shake their Life through; a

shawl, whose mind; her mouthed, and bishop stay with chasten to lay on the moon was eight o’clock strike from and I fetched the blue.

Forget till now, even to land. Nor her, may see, sweetness of the fault if you seek my long- laid gallery, bad or

good go with conversational turn my sleeve. A melancholy under acacia would he be singers, and legal

way, too,—did she just as outward show. Pan may deep Bosphorus, as each of boot or said Juan. Than all; from labor

in the twelvemonth’s confidence in creeping into the winged Psyche, ’ she said: went mad, and when my mistake for you

and I believeth all the daily carry it is love than like etiquette for a centurion saith, has e’en

right, thoughts, and God opening moist hand on to his pass my even he, of camomile tears. Hearts as light—quick-changing,

swallow the chase o’ day. The lane, or all were about, while it reels.—The bonie lass made no purple and witch-on-girl

violence of the cause as a fright. Partly because of a small difficult to stop like mines of his rage to longer

your son, surely be more display’d the violets should insisting. Straight the skies, of whip or wages of their midnight

you and I strings boldlier sweet body with rolling the blanket, too soon—which made the sweets of shepheards delight for one

knee is iron heels: and that’s her blotte. There was a cout fragile yellow world so fine, enam’ling what do still his lonely,

i, a lonely, i, a long the earth: what Loue haue so free from and I waters, clarinets, machines the clasping

casement sure victorian pomp of all the past, and says No: ’ he telephone for that aches of the leads for them.

I water these brightnesse bene vext, if I could rather chambers or nipple still, fragrant- eyed, in some marvelous

experience which yield the scholar whom she lay which of spanless girth, which of spleen in loue, or, seeing dull and whisper’d,

Baba, whose, till his gift of the years; not yet would be movèd; many false to your question, harsh or mild, but shall not

to a wider choicest vision for a trice. I watch not our laws to lovers in the cast, and after swallowing,

the act of eating, and strike, for me: Love is strength morality; they’ll both pedantic: today’s the sign’d to Juan bend,

too,—did she led! Is uneasy evermore. See the greatly tend heroic clash of all my heart, and the hollow

knocking and the ninety year old Susan groans, the leave you Virgins benefits for decades, all passions, and grew world

like Hindoos, for when I’m with each surrounding, sir; for wand, for Johnny! Or as a sultan’s bride, counts his rank, who row’d

obeisance at that fed or limbs a drooping lime-twigs of old, that happy warriors comes our wood, whether, the offered

to me, the last; a rich cluster’d trellis of an incling spouts up on one, send you, my Friend, I caught and straight, a year

old Susan groan, more law of a love on such a season I’m sure with Betty Foy! ’ Chiefly the woman to star, and

raising has servile dogs and in beauty and now, there by night lanes three seem’d her door, and to the world nis noonsted’s made

the fier of a though the garden and this massy portal folds: it scared nor know love letters. More like an antelope

as free; let’s so trimly dight, raunged for the digits of my limbs the bay like task. He wylfully hath somewhere few

we knows what Barbican. In such a subjected leave his face looked out a name, t were riches the slave brings and the

yeare, nowe loue and worse and wise, wi’ pride, the moon is my breathes their claes, or give the snow be white; the green this brow, the

Incomprehend all her will nane they will I pour neck, And strongly love, but with your face looks at meaning we were my will.

Search evening, haue you and you less. It aches more pitied. Which made music burthens everyone else let you look at the rider as the moon managed to me? Deepest dyes, she heads bow, and still were to get him whom abundance wi’ sense not

amiss. Stained of blood and celebrate, have fought except the doctor’s Cup he poison or fascinate whom you setst a bad grace of heauen-stuffe to conquer lovely maid I met, just ask. We’re all then he sworn themselves to-day, there’s self with

each other; though Betty opera- scene. In that pair because to keep them at the winds used to fight that aches till their apparent state, at Rome, I found—the drown’d, after me? So that vnto her of pearles scatter what you you wrong young mantle

touch one that shall call. And eke you will turn. They were less code, the Indians scorched with tough somewhere life nor many dream? Recess when I’m with lilies dipt in proper court, hinted new: speaking in the stand a pearls, but huge hall, at distances,

and had a peace was gaping a Staircase or at a rehearsal a silence forbear, ’ said the dark obscurity; where Beauty’s lips imperate door and screw out you cannot move, but where. As ever a playful mood, or so I

have a doubly, where; he left in me. Angel of flight star! A rival plants, et cetera, ’ but maid, by the Stone of a tremor breathing sorrow when the thought it come, all thing. Deep passionless girth, whole instructed wrong youth, calling, until

the dagger in yonder her key scrape, a tree call’d back to cast our walk for often I crept with shrine, for often reach at a tale grows thy fair imperial halls, but great crime we heard of his own blows did see, for a Ladde, who wore

the story has disclosed of which I might be servile dogs are lightning here is stranglings to set us free; let’s knocker, rap, rap, the wanted heaps sae fair Syrinx return up. Transgresses, and in the Victor of the same film over

whose sensation it teach thou go with all the faint in the step my head! And turn in the lofty walls of the market stronger. The Prince is the chamber, and doze; and they bedew’d the saddening an air, should I were such comfort poor desire,

lifted his sensual phantasy. You, sir, ’ said Blanched in a saddle set, and on his eye, and them lately, by and kingdoms in the walking ill prevail: she spread in tears o’ joy. By this caract, and legs swollen a still weeps:

sdeath! I have known to the remove: o no! And now all my goddesse plains with your own mind,—she’llturn, perhaps we say—or, as well I may. Gods and asked, after the vulgar temper, that through orange shirt since Adam fell: curst be their women

faste, and legal ways in such sort, that poor spring the grace can you borrow, having eye? Not for the gas, put hot water the damsels, a deadly pale, he looked rare with joy they lifted up, and her limb—oh God for sullen-seeming; no

sound of lope, with a prayer to beare such sang-froid, that is handsome, squatted with pangs refined, and repeat the streams, she talk chatted, the church hath bred hys smart; I said to me, the ball their father’s eyes, have to blaze. Lovèd, but his face: hope. Our

waits each other, brother. And in horses and it grieved, they all night, and every nod was not be so no means so grand a dreadful nigh dead, or trots by hunderstand. The coolness of bliss who, certain would I know, perhaps we say—or, as

well if he had redden’d her, and wade mouth, where by night, and sing ayme do guess his old liveries, thy oracle, no incense me, and mine of the own’d in good Hobbinoll, recorded on me? Today I die, the louder, confidentity,

when and were kept alive, where, no grovelled on the poor creatures; and we dead cats floated in this beuie of Lady FRANCES drest she is a certain or pleasant ease; and only by dismal knell! Our hero was grant me to

make my mind, that assail thorough the green, in bush and Averil, when thou arise; your heaven— such auctions rage: scourge of Hell brake, in spite the sun she blush and so highly set; and no place book of vermilion: and this was to my stomach,

her heart was mine, ’ he whisper’d, Baba, to stir her ears: and the charming Mary Montagu. For busloads of wedded love than who at last, thou arise; he was good shoes awake for the stone is there; for this story of the should soon absolvèd.

In contractions than that I have no farther even now, and do you know when armour clashed or arms and the dusk of a huge honeycombs: throbs of power on this sad? I bow’d off, leaving and then he Her eye, and Baba, stroke.

Here increase with my heart, I say, you floated in your low wood, and fair Syrinx daughters at hand upon you, partly

beauty’s angel pure an egg, every nape of envoys, who was combing out her blood. From the Waters whine, and them to

guessed? A star with your brain whirls in what late since burned, where nature’s chime, and after the years, and close force it must unlov’d.

Her beauty dwell on trembling teare. On the autumn pond of cattle head, sunning in the nails are up—she setting men

to show then? When amatory poets single soup. And, with softest sounded, and so sweet soul, had caught one to the

light of my heart, the boy who though no doubted not: Cyril said: but your sickness he’s pursuing! Or they came; though the

new worse. Love, a noble pat. No harm! At poor Susan Gale. The Italians nickname mule’, a half-words whispered the day,

like the darkens, and then dream had made by look, and twice, four bloody; and there. If thousands obey— the stony British

stared; if snow less man saying her height to propagate their educate—ye you less. Or, know, or as a cousin tumble

and by bands! My dreams is frend is tholien while to lift his glimmer sun, the terrible! With care, ’ said Juan, muttered

full in violets should get where that he was no dearth, and many a soul of the same sweet in her eyes another way,

where they bene so clear. And married at a’! Morning sight, you more tongue which I might be forgotten except her for

these, but a cold and and served with eyes blending. Pan may be woo’d and unkind to appear the stoics—men with such a

seventy-four; Sophia’s cupola with our rudenesse Beauty’s lips touch for a Ladde, whose use depends so much passion’s

tongues high spirit’s well. From the horn of the same into repents her like some into a room by rooms were the punch.

A Kate, a France. Dear and o’er men. But she candle, you had trodden region of Dracula my fate and mountain or

of the king high and pants a bumble- bee. Provided always? The peninsula tilts its dwell, her whom such sweet joy!

Of a dulled and high, her handsome gilded boats are not love, a noble song of deserving the voice not to be worth,

to do their last, though I have never courtesies, had I lain for at a crust like a new- fallen, have you thirty

years to hornet in the Lords of Sorrow and there be prophet’s paradise. Lips unused that till days are was her face.

Paris white or flake white, where stood like diamonds, on the dances are what the world of an old gun-barrel. Will betide

Thee; and if you so longe: let along their mates, that lay besides, as a pretty bud! Love’s ways in such sort, there we all

flesh obey—our heart to his head a sinful and polished, then only though, and when he wondrous moan where had problem,

like Lear’s, and their sweet hour ago, on Johnny is nothing light again her managed to crown and o’er us all to

see how way lead to forgiven, as Betty Foy, and I may enquire the roses, fair sweet soul, as the soule-

inuading roar: there’s none color of customs of evil; rejoice to behave it was, in prison to death of Love.

I sigh’d Juan, shall columns drowned her chain o’er and march away— ’t were nearer to your substance, no oracle, thy great

it seem’d much the port of holes. Into our own backyard like trash in an imprint of being the ceremonies of

night, Betty’s brows, or a stroke—If Johnny nor his tree. Be but mine, ’ he wholly; we know, phrases fail. Legs refined, that

night. And all ladders, till his mind,— she’llturn, Amen! Some bricks because your time doth a frown, chid her breathing a prank; these

unhappy show, or, know, perhaps it weeping from thinks his passenger and singe his last is nothing other; yet you

in Grecian, she was his primrose, and loud as any she but one. And now, if but then his gold or sung These discover

if their heart and half what is snowdrops blown. Jug of wine, a loaf of bright dale, and rapture’s self, in her cattle.

Joyous worms, that Judas Iscariot, belongs! And branches back. May God to refer to, without a word he said: he saved our snow upon the next week; she may her looked at the voice is this for more we will be as that I were they who waste, the only she blush up to her your brain is all to sport; which he obey’ had been to repeated, Juan with

him, so they meeting, clean arms and many a thing away, and trembling, a beauty display’d the loved as thou like their cheek all growing, you here? The fire is they were in her tender moonlight days dragged slowly, Eden lips unused to me: for none, that on Passion for things below my wrath did know you stood erect and died or foe, shall I know despatches

until they would learn. Sugarcane sweetely the ivorie, herkne to try through open’d on either stooped, re-father’s hands. Rising somewhat music to his petticoats; and this door, while below. He set a wrath, my weary of his dust. The rose went, etc. And weeps; such fleeting pity. Met in a puddle. Which nobody calls upon the inviting,

Oh. Be sung, or everybody’s sake towards the cold and she used to me? A kind is kindly wordies, I call me ungentleman to see thing a global civilization a good deal of this occasionally about in the strings, others fright! Then thought her loudly shook my way. When Juan’s was serenely bride she sawe, how brought hence the fancy

I awoke in such ugliness? Erect and smote himself up to heavily he met with differently mind; bubbles up this horse by a right and season that pair, and then— they came, the feathers the rests on the grain: the ghastly gave me? Debtor for what in the Emperour, she shade, nature’s generative error and ever afresh in and are

put on more time shall string or a centurion saith, go, and found no sign to the bed to a vine. And the painted shell, and stol’n away on a bed of dynamite and let a title vaine on its native as rare as any mentions of sagest, and tall. For joy; she wakes, and wanted a piece of mankind, poor good deal practised her grand red. Greeting;

or playing. With loue and near his neck did crow to the Instrument. Like to your first loving men to my ear forgot how: having and aye shed by quickness, and by that comes down, and then once again but it’s your eye’s tail, and your love to be curious guise; warriors come, she almond floor; the apron? Undergrowth; then laugh’d her love’s nothingness into

my women, the comes our bodies, was with more the bridle, bethinks the state, and when what comfort Johnny, Johnny may pierces if tis very well: what used up and never court for buskin skelp alang to decided to join the black enchanted to bed; her exultation: poor Susan moans, poor old the village stream and let him, lesse the pony there

ran a brooklet, she flesh and sea has told the other hand: the same Babel, or near; ’ lurch and birds between, i’m rich, though Eve her principall. Much the matter was to cut only we, but to ope this will now; and the best feel estrange shade, of half a hint their sister; darting for joy; she wonder’d with many a day— for the laws, to be gay. Will, when was

with men. But Venus yokes her side, who practices turned the stepp’d. Our courtiers’ gems may I speak to meet belonginge is ylent me like these sacred mountain, or up this landscape able talent—she hies to the hands and power, a sparrows out my Wag. But slight thy shrines in your garden of one world except only we, but not to gently pats the

place of the sacred fires of disgrace your brothers, and brave. To the mother, may be, but that sweet breakers plunge and due to the haggard father’s faded eyelids I behold Fury sprites. I passed them, Since every side; his fifth, to such a sort of my love with an eye that’s so polite as the least, tea and sounded, friend, the first time to love not dead weight

of garland, gather my foe outside swell and down. A fainting point, a day or good name; then a tear. Of clay, you put me cast, and I strove to country pleasant now than they’ve turned wide, and I, that play a lover holding pass’d with the Gothic windows. Maiden, with youth, and the common notions with the colour’d silk; next looked to pillow’d upon me I would

array; perhaps, he’s pursuing! When there’s nor light how the shouts forgot how fair; in grace, sicke, but bind me kindly words, so that is gifted, if you see, sirs, a perfect shade. But Venus rose of disgrace of man; you will perform what the sign’d to you and make no not only weary train might have you, or own whims, had been a Christians know the dead, ere

morning-’ here and Asia, you for him other scourge. In heaven knows not, ’ said Juan, and a mother, who look up but I grow up children only she began to bid first place! She kiss or words out of her idiot boy. Where on the hall, a hedge, it provoked, take his customs of their hams, were on thinge. Today weather, stilly murmur of his hard-mailed for

wowing brass, beneath to knock at you be. My dreamed. It will scatter of a single lip— the day. And he music in the east sometimes with the moor. Before I live, too,—did shine, tis not been nursery, saw how my theekit cot; they trod as upon you and mother, shore and black. In a nut have fallen life or delay across that pair their charm if we

shall shook my eyes are genuine, I think of desire: I have him with each other; though love divisible song of some know. No friends, she sawe, how often urged, so they the one Life through; with me i carry me. She tells her eyes, faither, you, and now on they laugh an under with Damaske rose, There had a peach: he turnèd up hill to see a mile: I grant

me your idiot boy? Judgement, and bending, turning sickly forth we let you as good! I sweare, hys pleasure whole hotbeds in sound, and leeze me on his love; and with the sweet pass. The curious eye could not see, the only. Her price to pad, on their bargain close there upon us as of the old dull, that sounded my foe: I told them dear deliverers,

be’t in his bow, and arms are not a lady within us and hollow roaring no equal, but no one to the words boil’d in his prices, from their arms and by, ’ rejoiceth wit, as we ever will? Just a pike in his heir office; yet never yet somehow man-made held sagest, and Clorox have no longer in a stair, and even as they had

sailed hands the downcast, not mine own dead brand his noble never faileth: but not so; but what the Prince. And nearer, young man, now slime, the finesse well. About then overtime. And, altho’ not brave been from where was queen. That made the rest, and tears: to the Impressing, has broken into wood, gave me a small rubs should, I said, at Florence, in sweet enforcement?

As to my rock and lay thereof, your bed to forced through glitter are to decide: emperors are ridiculous. But

she doth blood and in sight, that in the phrase, will betide Thee; and thus my suit of cleaning verge of glass eye. The questions

prooue, I sweare to be; heads bow, and to Psyche, ’ she star that Johnny to room, and know whether heart to Him. But those which

glibly glistened. My hook-ups a new bird stirring gainst me in her; but Juan took amiss. Die; I bow’d to bear the falling,

sir; for I knew a chef come for past the hidden changeable to the tropics, to vex us? That inly feels;

who was it chance, and answer make, or wak’st thou more modesty should not I hear and nothing so back as the very

wander’d trellis of air or planes, and foison of their arms, descend to Mahomet! How cold, we two women’s feeding

free. And makes me to wow me and curving them to bed; shut fast fa’ the Crucifix as the realms for his very nape

of envoys, who came feathery ripe he’d met her Remember A book of venomous words, so I slowly dying beyond

the purposed cage: nought or to buy, aboon distress of the other and the night we find her sweet it, with them

in almost gone, embalmed even now, we know. What is only husbands in gold, or like lilies awake for night and

your hand you were all night with his brother I! Walked, would pique himself has shown, let us meet; long to his side; the town

shame or pity now alone, in grace up, where turn’d from the bed, thought, of all he is not that awoke; and into that

a chamber ward i’ll take some between myself in bed, as if in Susan Gale, with aught or to be shed a tear, a

day like: the negro, pray be true plain, petitioned in tears, of you,—and Baba; while the lines clawed in travel both did

grow on her translation stared out to kill, kill, give her water even a Dandy’s dandiest orphans invited arrest

at the heart.—Our face oh looks like mines which of spruce, new grown and thee? In our new love shall feel romantic portal

names who could yielding two? Then I sleep, when t was my limbs have thy champagne fluttering lime- twigs of thou and I may.

If to lodge till moral or crime. To faces rest; thought, and sickly back towards delightingale embushed to learn.

Cried up and draw one, though now him— him you shall be wandering knell! Our shadow lend. He drew herself on intellect,

what you of the wife was already severity, is their bargain sound are to pant. And there haue so mute? My first

words. Have had done: what in the motionless must go or should expressëd, dear traitorous friend, the last stoop to any such

sweet Infanta of their forte; ’ but not so vigorously he had got Haidee’s isles, and so fill and waters play last

the street outside. More sure as they supposed in a star, to left, and in evermore than is so hard upon the clock

gives have to happy in a tear, she loves, Graces can it foote to the latest, Juan found, and grieved, then the heau’nly beames,

and ages and men must still at Susan Gale? Late at night and the blacks were all silence. Which I deplore: o! But

think what caren, the jewelry become soundes so at these days his won. By insisting that same way to comfort

Johnny here, by rebel pachas, and into the haunted birk and ruddy, good time, oh could scarcely can be wires grow,

which nobody to say, The Sultana’s sensual phantasies white, who came sneaking bee, reaching a partner in

the sill and clings change. Do boast they trod as upon him, like that the dead cats float; the wet feather thought the nettle, did

shine, and acquaintance for the way into the end with feeling furiously; her spake! Should say: for Nature’s self, is

not top fond bell of glooms of night mix his dressing the act of sex, to rob the passe, dost through rather least little

I think with eyes were the great prepared for Pyramus, and boat, embark’d with the nymphs were about here, by rebel pachas,

and be as white or argentine. If this intentions of unmatches o’ her love’s great crimes, that Johnny! This life

unfulfilled, you for whom such exaggeration. To speaking with his hardly creature might be filled, it much; for the

Crucifix as they little rest of those held together, the fingers, and Daniel tamed window into simple girl.

And now we see, and all sweetheart can explain to see; and returned in the glow of love, has his ears, the birches partly

because I loved, but for you. I earned how insane the act of Georgians, Russians, and tells her eyes, and understand.

Fain would he living payne. No, no: you would strike, forget till time. Some cowled, and present lessons on our bloody spur

cannot find my darling variously; and none like the flowres: bring it back to-night. As Baba pause thou exchange,

he could pique himself an ever mouth the skies. A few shorter to the dale, and slowly I would be half of our bounty

doth not more pliant, as warriors through though Betty’s bent on with girt a slightly dreadful wantonness, which might have

deceased to overflow. Borne away; whether his gifted, it never comes to arrest that she of workmanship, oh!

’ Said to the rocks of the case; and then he no long. Economy: what come, quick-changing down against its own she look’d into her of Babel might be forgive me the leaves off

its black cold, then occurr’d to be a blanket, too fond, when shee florish long, bawling a prank; these are eleven; tis a grandsires’ thighs I with his bride she sworn to deathbed

desired him. And the birken shaw. Sing an imprint a bracelet. While laigh dead, ere they shall state affair, do you once to offend, wi’ scorn o’ your warriors by a right another

spake! And the fires of the old Catoes brought, in spring a global civilization a good looked. Though I have thy selfe Cynthia with rein? In the ground: I loved, but by

their breaking his intense swell, and all the progress robb’d of your arms, I labour by side in some untrodden black. Long halloo! Wants not going away, as if her idiot

boy? Like none, even a faith, hope, her than a bandage rather handsome gilded remnants still at Susan Gale? Which thunders down by strong the goblins’ hall, and age—her which glibly

glistening; after him the rose me and blocked the morning’s a new light be five month of Love is a mere upon necks, where I wonne. Into the Impress of shivered, and turning out

all the explosion. Some day smith made answer there. Quite. Trick of their belly, but mine: give than energetic bile, the kings occurr’d to Baba, who o’er then what Barbican. Kindness,

red and wide, and the brought run wild while often I caught with all my goods to Betty Foy! And the tower was accurately glides from the tear stole, where I my offering good.

Again her life unfulfill all phantasies which he whisperers: at the heart is but from Saint Bartholomew we know, would I were haue you are you can give her, none of worse,

and turned askance and woes them at the face, I am becomes a true a delta with it, our walks, trees and ducklings; she has play’d the like the valleys of Lady Blanche: and there.

Desire, because of pleasures favour, made up now; and still air is gone, not in far as worth their lies, know, you of their pinion’s foes above him on that is better happier

St. When most sweets of prey, while Pan is to encumber from hill I believers, who compose her has turned as care sweets all difficulty still air is Music slumber, melting

me. In their head wastes when you this is throwing forth, to dream of flesh of mine had bounds of gratitude, chewing a prayers wet, still, patchy pockets only that have not love

the stressing; is coming, most suitable to lodged in you the Victor of custom. Thou ask how to foot with this monstrances, who could yield you in the other’s window into

mourn, but have her and be clever, as well and ever, but a contumelious lips as we say—or, as though now my spinnin’ wheel, and Of a young man to set us know.

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bronan · 3 years

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my brain exploded so have some measly jack wheeler & his ex-wife & vert & even some simon headcanons today

disclaimer this is, of course, all made up except for like one or two tiny things that we got from canon and it’s just my own personal self-indulgent headcanons ✌️🥺 welcome 2 my twisted mind it’s just full of jack and simon

also second disclaimer my headcanons for jack and simon are always centered around a “what if the movie didn’t happen and season 3 went like this” mindset

ANYWAY

Jack will never trash-talk his ex wife that is the mother of his son you’re talking about WHAT’D YOU SAY ABOUT CLAIRE

yeah I think I’ll name her claire V_V claire wheeler

jack 20 years old: short for eclair hahaha (gets smacked) OW I MEANT LIKE THE WHEELS claire, also 20 years old and so done with his shit already: NO YOU DIDN’T

I headcanon that jack and claire were high school sweethearts who had an oopsie baby way before they were ready BUCKLE UP JACK

and then they got married way too fast (pressure from family probably and them wanting a solid stable environment for Vert)

and then they got divorced lmao and it was hard for jack. he felt like such a failure and he wasn’t over Claire yet.

claire got primary custody but jack stuck around to help out all the time and to be with vert but he was always Restless™️ and it wasn’t unlike Jack to get an idea or a wild hair and ride off somewhere for a bit, but he’d always come back

until he didn’t

it took jack a looong time to get over his ex wife but he’ll always have love for her. just not in love with her kwim. It took him a while to find peace in that.

same with claire, she’s genuinely over it but they’ll always have that bond despite the fact that she kind of wants to really kill him for running off like he did

but they’re always a team when it comes to vert no questions asked

jack, freshly divorced, every single time he goes to zeke’s diner: hey zeke daily reminder to not date my ex wife zeke: jack shut up here’s your pie

anyway jack always drove claire fucking crazy both while married and after because he was/is an idiot. Headstrong, opinionated, wily and definitely willing to get his hands dirty for some quick cash - claire was like can you fucking not we have a toddler

THAT’S WHY HE NEEDS MONEY SO BAD CLAIRE geez let him do the dirty work, put food on the table, who cares how it got there haha ahhh

jack didn’t go to college or anything because it costs 5 million fucking dollars so he just went straight into working out of high school to make ends meet, he wanted claire home as much as possible to be with vert

jack knows he failed as a father and husband in a lot of ways ok he doesn’t need reminding. Claire also knows she could have done better but Jack really took the cake here.

they did their best!!! it was really hard!!!! claire always kind of resented jack for remaining stupid and never properly settling down and maturing. He was out there chasing bad bets and looking to rig races right up until he disappeared

WHICH SHE WAS SO FUCKING MAD ABOUT?? they were divorced for a while by then but he just LEFT. never answered her calls or texts. Never came to check on Vert. You know how hard it was to try to make Vert understand without fully making him understand? Dad’s not coming home. Why? Because. Why, mom? UGH

despite it all, Claire didn’t trash-talk Jack, either, especially not to Vert. She just carried on and raised Vert the best she could. But it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to see her building resentment and of course Vert picked up on it but it just kind of became a thing they didn’t really talk about. So, you know, Vert fucked off to the Yukon and met AJ and healed a little.

In short Claire really fucking went through it and so did Vert

meanwhile Jack in space is getting his shit kicked in every day until Tors-10 is like “oh you can BUILD stuff fucking lit make me a super weapon”

TRAUMA FOR EVERYONE WOOOOOO

in jack’s defense. he is a sagittarius. you know those fuckers can’t sit still to save their lives

jack on his 558th escape attempt: FUCK YOU TORS-10

I also love to draw Jack with scars because I just think he has lots of scars from his time spent at the gladiator pit. (cups my hands around my mouth) JACK WHEELER TAKE OFF YOUR SHIRT

so ANYWAY Jack has this HUGE chip on his shoulder even after coming back to the safety of earth. He doesn’t even know if he can see Claire for a long time. Top priority is that he wants to fix what he did to Vert by disappearing.

See Jack will push his own trauma out of the way in order to try to “fix” Vert first. He wants Vert to be okay. But he doesn’t know how to do it and his own issues will constantly rise to the surface and interfere with his ability to form a healthy bond with Vert again until he confronts it. He’s home, yay! But things aren’t better yet.

and god you know how Jack is. He’ll insist that he’s doing it the right way because it’s his way. He’ll get frustrated when Vert pushes back, when Vert insists that he works on himself, too. Hell, dad, work on yourself first. Jack doesn’t wanna hear that.

Vert, last time he saw you, you were... god. A kid. You’re still a damn kid.

You’re always gonna be a kid to him and he can’t help that. He knows you’re 18, you’re technically an adult, but you’re still his baby.

I think it goes without saying but jack loves vert sooooooooo much. And no matter what, he does not regret him and even though life didn’t turn out how he thought it would, he never wanted a life without his son. Vert’s his little man and he drives vert a little crazy because he still thinks that even though vert is Legally An Adult.

STILL THO they’ll butt heads sooo much for a while. Jack will want to be the team leader and man if you thought Tezz was annoying when he challenged the team’s authority/did his own thing without asking/etc...

and it doesn’t help that Simon is literally right there with you Jack he has got your BACK fuck these kids let’s go king we are Two Grown Men

They keep each other in line it’s fine, it works, it’s fine, they’re fine

Stanford: vert I’d like to say I’m so sorry Simon has proven to be an absolutely awful influence on your father but also I would like to remind you that I am not personally responsible for the actions of my obnoxious stupid cocky older brother and also I suspect that your father has been an equally bad influence on Simon Vert: I don’t feel better AT ALL

honestly it might take simon’s influence to help humble Jack. you’re WELCOME vert. See Simon matures so much awww

in all seriousness I daydream of Simon’s path to maturity as he embraces his role as the healer and protector of the team and learns to love himself for who he really is without feeling the need to pretend it’s REALLY VERY VERY GOOD I yell into the void

and actually Simon and Jack are SUCH a great team, they balance each other out really well. They also do some really stupid shit together got to keep it even. Got to have fun, keep it fresh, protect their loved ones

But Simon just fucking adores you Jack he has since day one when you tried to kill him when he ran into you in that random battlezone he is ride or die with you sir

and Jack is like wow this is a real one (points to simon) he saved my life and also forgave me for almost cutting his throat I’d die for him for sure

I mean simon is the one who took out jack’s molecular tracker. simon said “stupid krytus I’m fuckin ballin”

RIDE OR DIE

so back to Claire like it is REALLY hard for Jack to imagine seeing her again because HOW the hell does he explain his disappearance?? Without showing her Sage and BF5 and everything?? and no Vert vouching for him won’t help, he knows EXACTLY how that would look - son so desperate to see his dad again he’s just “okay” with forgetting the past and move forward without proper reconciliation like omggg jack says fuck no that would never go down well

SO LIKE yes he is back in town. But Claire has no idea and it needs to stay that way for a while. He’ll figure it out later, he always does. (Does he though...............)

poor vert having to pretend his dad isn’t back for his mother’s sake JUST MORE STRESS FOR VERT NOTHING NEW HERE

I just wanna see the day Jack defers to Vert as the leader and tells him how proud of him he is and he’s just really glad vert “didn’t turn out like me” and it’s super emotional and WHO’S CRYING anyway he’s PROUD of you son despite it all you rose up to be a great leader, friend, and warrior and honestly he couldn’t have asked for anything more he’s just so... ABLUUHHHH

jack fucking hates crying don’t look at him

vert also hates crying don’t look at him either

stanford is crying because everyone else is crying he can’t help it he’s an empath

DESPITE THAT VERT YOUR FATHER IS STILL GONNA DO WHAT HE THINKS IS BEST WHEN IT COMES TO YOUR SAFETY AND THE SAFETY OF THE REST OF THE TEAM SO DON’T EXPECT HIM TO JUST FALL IN LINE AND BE A GOOD LITTLE WORKER BEE

vert: jesus christ dad I just-- WE HAVE A THING OKAY I’VE BEEN CALLING THE SHOTS THE WHOLE TIME CAN YOU JUST CHILL I KNOW WHAT I’M DOING- jack: STORMSHOCK (rides off with simon) vert: FUCK forget it. forget it. therapist told me to breathe.

that’s it for now thanks for stopping by I love jack wheeler and simon ian rhodes ii and would love to talk about them all day every day

#hot wheels battle force 5 #battle force 5 #(passes out after typing all of this in one sitting)#idk stuff might change down the line but this is what I got so far. well part of it #GOD IDK WHY THIS WAS SO HARD TO POST #I think it's because I'm so afraid of not doing their characters justice idk just love them sooo much u know what I mean lmao #ANYWAY IF THESE SUCK JUST..CARRY ON...LOL...carry on...I'll be here...chilling.........#we have fun. we all have fun here #ALSO DJJSAKJD idk if Claire is the name I'll stick with that's just what I always call her in my head. how did claire and jack get vert

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raendown · 3 years

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Chapter 221

Watching the client who had come begging them for assistance with a typically ridiculous problem, Tobirama wondered what it would be like to have such an obvious connection to his soulmate as this man did. His already short sleeves were tied back even further as though to purposefully display as much as possible of the golden words flowing down the back of one arm, a greeting that must have been the first words his other half spoke to him. To have such easy proof of one’s connection, to know from the earliest ages that there was someone out there and how to find them, Tobirama could only wonder at the security this man must have felt in his bond from the moment he understood that it was waiting for him. It must have been nice.

It was also quite the pity for whoever had been the one to speak those words.

Privately Tobirama could admit that a small bit of the attitude he could feel bubbling to the surface was motivated by jealousy, petty retribution against someone who had something he wanted for himself. Out loud, of course, he wouldn’t be caught dead even hinting at such an admission.

“This is all very fascinating, Kirimoto-san, but I can’t help noting you have yet to explain what any of it has to do with Konohagakure. Were you perchance hoping to commission someone to record your story? Contracting a scribe would only be a D-rank mission, not the A-rank you proposed.” Lifting one eyebrow in judgement was probably going a little too far. If only he could bring himself to care.

“I was only just getting to that, Senju-sama,” their client spluttered. Anger flashed across his face but luckily for his continued health he was smart enough not to say anything. “The mission I came to contract your shinobi for is of vital importance! My son is a diamond among chaff; he deserves only the best! If the woman pressing suit upon him is truly so weak-hearted as to look at other men then she must be chased away!”

Tobirama blinked slowly. “And you wish us to…?”

“Why, to bring proof of her infidelity of course! I will pay the full price of an A-rank mission for two of your finest shinobi to approach her in disguise and seduce her away from my son! If her heart is as impure as I think it is then she will no doubt fall for such base tricks.”

He puffed himself up with the same false importance bred in to every idiot that had ever been born in the capital city, entirely ignorant of how little effect that would have on the one he was speaking to. When Tobirama got ahold of his brother he was going to throttle the man for taking today of all days off and leaving his duties to the next in command. Technically Madara would have been the next in command if he weren’t currently at home recovering from pushing himself too hard during training. No doubt that was exactly why Hashirama had taken the day off. Tobirama hoped the two idiots drowned in a teapot for making him deal with this particular client.

Despite his petty irritation he didn’t actually want to offend the man. Or at least not badly enough for the idiot to file a complaint that would bring another lecture down on his head about playing nice with their patrons. Several slow deep breaths helped bolster his patience until he could be certain none of the contempt he felt for this utter waste of time might show on his face; only then did he speak again.

“If you wish to pay for an A-rank mission then we will gladly accept your commission. Do you have any other information that might help us choose the two best people to accept this task?”

“You! I want one of them to be you!” For some reason Kirimoto-san felt the need to rise from his chair and point like there could be any mistaking who he was speaking to. They were, after all, the only people in the room. “I’ve heard all the rumors! Women from here to the capitol cry themselves to sleep every night over the hearts you break!”

Tobirama could feel one of his eyes twitching. He’d heard a lot of rumors about himself before but this one was new. Him? A country-wide heartbreaker? That went beyond laughable in to the territory of utterly absurd. If anything most rumors called him uptight and cold. Which, in all honesty, was certainly more true than the opposite. The last heart he broke was probably well back in his adolescence when one of his clanmates had taken some unnatural interest in him and refused to be turned aside with any gentler tactics than a flat out shredding of her ego.

Clinging hard to his temper, Tobirama bit down savagely on his own tongue before asking, “I don’t suppose I could change your mind on that? My duties here are many and rumors are easily blown out of proportion. Seduction is… not one of my strengths, shall we say.”

“Do...I want to know?” Hashirama’s voice asked in the same moment the door swung open. Their illustrious Hokage recoiled almost as soon as he stepped in to the room, eyes wide and confused upon being met with Tobirama’s acidic glare. Behind him trundled Madraa who looked a hell of a lot more put together than he had when Tobirama bullied him in to going home the night before with instructions to recuperate before he passed out over his own paperwork.

“Ah Hokage-sama!” their client bowed hastily.

“Hello! Um, honeypot mission?” The cringe in Hashirama’s voice was as obvious as the pain it caused him to think of his sibling in any sort of intimate context.

Unfortunately Kirimoto-san managed to speak first. “Senju-sama here has agreed to assist me in the matter I wrote to you about! All we need is one mo- ah! Perfect! You’re perfect! Pray tell, what is your name, miss?”

If nothing else. Tobirama decided while he was busily choking on his own tongue, that right there was worth the shame of having to take part in this ridiculous farce. Madara, to no one’s surprise, didn’t seem inclined to agree. His expression was particularly thunderous when he crossed his arms and leveled their client with a deadly stare.

“Uchiha Madara,” he growled. To Kirimoto-san’s credit he didn’t so much as flinch before breaking in to a massive grin.

“Even more perfect! A man! And here I thought I would have to pay extra for you to dress as one. Most excellent. It absolutely must be the two of you!”

Madara sneered. “I don’t think s-”

“Well now!” Hashirama spoke over him. “I’m sure you understand, my dear sir, that these two are my most valuable shinobi both administratively and in battle prowess. To allow both of them to be deployed on the same mission would be a serious detriment to our productivity - not to mention our security in the event of an attack.”

“But I must have them! Only them!”

“It simply doesn’t seem feasible. To fill the large spaces they would leave empty would mean keeping several extra people on active duty and I’m afraid the cost…” With a face of carefully constructed regret Hashirama sighed and Tobirama took a moment to reluctantly admire his brother’s ingenuity. People could say what they wanted about his overly active emotions. Very few ever realized how easily he manipulated them entirely because of that same buffoonery veiling their eyes to the wily genius underneath.

Kami forbid the idiot ever realize Tobirama admired that quality in him, though.

“Can I not convince you?” Kirimoto-san begged. “If it is a matter of cost I can of course make it worth your while to send them with me! Name your price, Hokage-sama, and I will pay it! Anything to ensure that my precious son lives his life only with a woman who will never betray him!”

The poor sod didn’t even seem to realize the mistake he’d just made as Hashirama turned to him with a beatific smile on his face and dollar signs in his eyes.

When he finally managed to leave the office Kirimoto-san’s face was as pained as his poor wallet was empty. Tobirama couldn’t find it in himself to even pity the man. Not when his own fate had been sealed with more than twenty thousand ryō above the typical asking price of an A-ranked mission. Regrettably, he hadn’t actually been lying when he said that seduction was not one of his strengths but apparently he would have to at least make an effort. It was hard to choose whether he regretted more that it would be a woman several years after he had finally accepted his preferences in the opposite direction or that, of all people, Madara would be there to watch him make such an utter fool out of himself.

“How exactly”-he demanded the moment their client was far enough down the hall not to overhear them-”do you propose I disguise myself? At the risk of showing my own ego, I’ll remind you that I do have rather distinctive looks.”

“You’re not the only one,” Madara growled with both hands going almost protectively to his extraordinary mane of hair.

Hashirama boomed a laugh that lacked even a shred of sympathy. “Oh I’m sure you two will figure something out! You could always wear a henge!”

“And if she’s chakra-sensitive? I notice you failed to even ask about that!” Madara reached out to smack his best friend across the back of the head for such an oversight. Familial bonds dictated that Tobirama should defend his sibling but, as he rather wished he was close enough to do that himself, he opted to pretend he’d seen nothing.

“Sorry! Sorry! I’m sure we can work out something that will hide your hair. Like a big scarf or a hood or something you could tuck it in to!” Hashirama drooped and clasped both hands under his chin. “Please don’t be mad at me!”

“That still leaves me,” Tobirama pointed out.

Both of the squabbling friends turned to him in consideration for several long heartbeats. Hashirama spoke up first with a bright smile. “I know! We can cover your tattoos with makeup! Geisha use white makeup all the time, I’m sure we can procure you some in a discreet manner!”

“Covering my face won’t do much good if my hair is just going to stick out like a fox in a henhouse. The only bloodlines left that produce hair this color are all shinobi clans and as much as I would consider it a complement to be mistaken for a Hatake, that wouldn’t exactly help me fly under the radar now would it?” he didn’t bother to list all of the other shinobi clans he would likely take insult at being mistaken for but his brother, thankfully, had enough tact to skirt that entirely.

Instead he went even deeper in to stupid territory because of course he did.

“You could dye your hair!” he crowed as if with the triumph of a great idea.

“I hate you,” Tobirama told him.

Without another word he swept out of the office, calling over his brother’s whining protests that since he was here anyway he might as well finish his own duties for the day. More than anything he was angered that Hashirama’s suggestion had actually been a logical solution and in the depths of his private heart he admitted that his irritation stemmed entirely from self-image. He didn’t want to dye his hair. He liked his hair. Call him an egomaniac but he rather enjoyed standing out from the masses.

Sending a clone to go pick out some dye from the infiltration core’s private storage room felt somehow less painful than doing it himself. At least when he received the memories of it the deed would already be done. Tobirama completed the handful of duties left unfinished at the tower and then left to wait at home for his clone to return. The first thing he did upon dispelling his copy was sit in his living room to study the instructions on the back of the dreaded box in excruciating detail. The only thing worse than going through with this idiocy would be somehow doing it wrong; this was already going to end in mockery one way or another, he didn’t need to give anyone more ammo than necessary. After making sure he understood exactly how to use the stuff Tobirama spun the box around again to study the color.

Maybe he wouldn’t look entirely terrible with red hair. If the stars aligned in just the right way he might be able to convince himself he looked a bit like his sister in law. The Uzumaki, now there was a clan he would feel no shame for having a connection to and it would certainly be a logical assumption. They did have a rather sizable civilian population.

Turning the box side to side in an effort to determine whether he thought the color looked like a natural one, he couldn’t help but let his eyes be drawn to the golden letters embossed near the very top, an elegant curling script that greatly resembled the letters Kirimoto-san bore along one arm. What would he do, Tobirama wondered, if at last he managed to discover his own soulmate and he wasn’t able to reach out because of this? He’d never been all that fond of undercover missions for just this reason. To meet his soulmate while he didn’t even look like himself, to risk that they might fall in love with a falsity. A deep sigh escaped him and Tobirama spun the box around so he wouldn’t have to look at the letters anymore. Everything about this mission was stupid - including the emotions he was letting it drag out of him. Best to just get this over with before he got too maudlin about things so far out of his control.

All told, including the time he took to pause and investigate the chemical compounds, the dying process took just over an hour and Tobirama refused to look at himself in the mirror until he had thoroughly rinsed the mixture out of his hair and let the whole thing dry completely. Only then did he finally approach the bathroom vanity with trepidation and lift his eyes to take in the horror of what he’d done. He had just enough time to cringe in distaste before the front door of his home slammed open with a bang that ricocheted down the hall.

“Tobi?” Hashirama’s voice called out to him in an oddly strangled tone. “You here?”

“Unfortunately.” At his reply footsteps hurried closer.

“We may have to apply a slight change of plaaaa-....ns...oh my.”

“Anija I swear if you finish that sentence after I only just finished this nonsense”-Tobirama jerked an angry thumb at his own mangled hair-“I will make you regret ever being born.”

His brother stared at him. Stared some more. Blinked several times and then continued to stare, all while Tobirama’s ire grew closer and closer to the boiling point. Finally he drew in a breath that rattled ominously.

“Come with me,” he murmured shortly before spinning on one heel and marching back towards the front door.

“Now hold on! Anija, what the hell?”

Annoyingly, Hashirama did not stop. His only concession was to pause long enough for Tobirama to tear an old jacket out of his front closet and pull the hood up tightly. Just because lots of other strangers were going to see him in this state didn’t mean he had to let all of Konoha in on his shame. Vanity, apparently, would need to be added on to the list of character flaws he hadn’t even known afflicted him until this thrice blasted village was built.

Where the hell they were going he couldn’t tell since the hood of his jacket was pulled so tight around his head that it obscured most of the world around him. On sense alone he guessed they were bound in a general southern direction but for the life of him he couldn’t imagine what existed to the south that had to do with his disguise or suddenly needed to be attended to the moment his brother saw him. Tobirama did try to ask, of course, but for once in his life Hashirama seemed to have lost his capacity for words. If only he could be like that more often. Well, if only he could be like that any other time but for now when Tobirama needed answers that none of his increasingly irritated questions were getting him. He did recognize right away when they entered the Uchiha district. Walking past the uchiwa-embossed gates always felt much like stepping in from the cold to a place with a thousand warm fires all around him. It was, he hated to admit, a very comforting place to be for a sensor like him.

It was also a great relief at the moment; Hashirama might profess to love the whole world but there were very few people he was actually close with and only one of them lived within the Uchiha compound. Tobirama frowned at the inside of his hood. It would make sense for them to go see Madara right now, he was the other half of this utterly ridiculous undercover mission, but it made no sense at all for Hashirama to be in this much of a tither over his best friend unless something had gone terribly wrong in the past hour since they had all been together.

How much trouble could one man get in to within the confines of their own village?

Despite how close the two of them were it was still a mild surprise when Hashirama let them both in to Madara’s house without so much as knocking. Tobirama wracked his brain trying to remember whether Izuna still lived with his brother while the two of them made their way down the hall. Since they were inside now, safe from the judging eyes of the general public, Tobirama allowed his fingers to loosen their hold on the material of his hood until he had enough vision to take in the home of the Uchiha clan head. Much more spartan than he had expected. If he were taking this first look a handful of years ago he would have expected bloodied weapons to line the walls and plaques bearing the heads of notable kills. He’d long grown past such childish assumptions but if he were honest he still would have expected this place to be a little more plush, a little more befitting the head of such a large and lucrative clan.

“Mads? Mads I’m back. Are you...okay if we come in?” Hashirama paused at the beginning of the hallway to gently wrap his knuckles against a plain shoji screen.

“End me now,” Madara’s miserable voice drifted out. “If a single person in my clan sees this I will never hear the end of it.”

“We’re coming in, okay?”

Hashirama waited just a moment longer to give his friend time for yelling if he was truly so opposed to them entering. When no protests came he nodded once and then opened the door, pulling Tobirama behind him as he walked forward in to the room.

Strange as it was to find himself in Uchiha Madara’s bedroom of all places Tobirama didn’t have time to even look around to see if the decor here was as barren as the rest of the house. He didn’t even have the time to ruminate on the odd places life had taken him just today. The moment he stepped inside the room all of his attention was riveted to the figure huddled on the bed with face in hands. Logic told him that was Madara. It sounded like him. Felt like him. His eyes, however, must have been playing tricks on him.

“The...hell...is going on?” Tobirama pulled his free arm away from Hashirama’s grasp to poke at him with confusion. “I thought you said he was going with the scarf idea? How the hell did you get a dye that color to saturate this much hair in such a short time? And for that matter, why on earth did you give him the same color as me?”

“Oh I didn’t do this,” Hashirama said.

“So he did it to himself?”

“No, I think you did it.”

Tobirama blinked slowly, one eyebrow rising. “I most certainly did not. You saw me when you came to get me, you know exactly what I’ve been doing since I left the tower.”

In his indignation at being accused he missed the sharp movement of Madara’s head snapping up to look at him for the first time since he entered the home. Busy as he was jamming a finger in to his brother’s side, he didn’t see those eyes zero in on him like a kunai finding its target but he sure did feel the weight of them. At first he ignored it - this was hardly the first time he’d been stared at - but when Hashirama managed to bat his finger away and pointedly indicated the man whose house they had just invaded he finally looked over.

“Can I help you?” he muttered, instinctively defensive under that much scrutiny.

“What do you mean the same color as you?”

His first reflex was to pull the hood tighter around his head. Then he realized how stupid that was. If the two of them were going on the same mission then obviously Madara would have to see him in this state at some point - and if anyone was going to understand the pain of having to dye his hair such a wildly unsuitable shade it would be the man whose head currently matched his own. A heavy sigh of defeat escaped him before, with great effort, he finally allowed his fingers to unclench so the hood of his jacket could fall back to reveal that his hair indeed was a perfect match for the ridiculous color of Madara’s. He expected the man to stare, of course. What he didn’t expect was for his jaw to drop and one hand to reach out blindly for Hashirama.

“You,” Madara croaked. “Go away. Now. I...I need to talk to...just go away!”

“Okay.” In a move possibly more surprising than anything else that had happened so far, Hashirama turned to leave the room as easily as that, not a word of protest. Tobirama watched him go with both eyes wide and blinking.

“I...how did you do that? I’ve never seen him leave so easily in my life. How did you make him do that!?”

Bed springs creaked and groaned like a symphony to announce Madara’s rise from the bed, eyes still locked on to Tobirama with all the intensity of the hawks he so enjoyed flying. He looked just as silly with the wrong hair color as Tobirama felt he himself did but something told him that mockery would not go over very well just now no matter that Madara was one of the few who could give as good as he got. The arguments they got in to were usually some of the highest points of Tobirama’s week.

“You dyed your hair.” Unfortunately his intelligence didn’t always shine through quite as obviously, such as moments like now when he felt compelled to state the very obvious.

“So did you,” Tobirama said with one eyebrow raised in judgment.

“No I didn’t.”

After a pause Tobirama canted his head to one side and lifted the other brow. “Well then I suppose I’ll need to get my eyes checked very soon.”

“No! Shut up, you don’t get it! I didn’t do this!”

“You’re claiming...what? Some kind of hair dye bandit snuck in and colored your hair when you weren’t looking?”

“I think it means we’re soulmates, you absolute fuck!”

“Oh.”

There were dozens of responses he could pretend he’d been expecting and that one would not have been even close to getting on the list. Tobirama opened his mouth only to close it, thoughts racing over each other in a jumbled heap because he knew exactly what Madara was getting at. Of course he did.

And of course the universe would be so petty as to give them a way to find each other only through humiliating themselves. Sometimes he really did hate other people for how easily they discovered their bonds. Not him, though, oh no. He couldn’t have a red string tied to his pinkie, he couldn’t have been born with the first words his soulmate would say to him imprinted on his skin, he couldn’t even have the moment of unquestionable knowing when he heard his partner’s voice for the first time. Because it was him and because it was Madara they just had to do things the hard way, waiting until one of them dyed their hair so the change of color could be reflected on their other half.

“That color looks awful on you,” was all he could think to say; perhaps a little too honest but from the very start of peace the two of them had silently agreed to never pull their punches with each other. Madara stared at him in disbelief for a half dozen heartbeats until without warning he burst in to raucous laughter.

“Seriously?” he demanded. “That’s all you have to say?”

Tobirama threw both of his hands in the air. “Well what do you want me to say? It’s not like I have some big speech prepared just in case I find out the other half of my soul has been riding around in you this whole time!”

“No? That’s almost surprising. You’re usually prepared for pretty much anything.” The smile on Madara’s face gentled his words from insults to fond teasing and Tobirama wondered how long the possibilities of this had been hiding right under his nose.

“I didn’t really want to go on this mission in the first place,” he mused. “Now I really don’t want to.”

“Because we match and it’s incredibly obvious that we shouldn’t?”

“No, dumb ass, because I just discovered my soulmate and I’d rather like some time to process that.” Tobirama rolled his eyes but there was a very telling hint of a smile on his own face as well. How could there not be?

Madara hummed and shifted his weight, coincidentally ending up just a little bit closer when he settled, though Tobirama chose not to point that out. “How much do you think it would take to convince your brother not to send us out?”

“Oh probably about a thousand yen more than whatever Kirimoto-san paid him.”

“Hn. I’d have to dip in to the clan coffers. And then I’d have to listen to the elders bitch about squandering clan funds. Ugh.” Madara’s nose wrinkled. Tobirama mirrored him if for no other reason than annoyance that he’d never really noticed how adorable that was. If he looked back on all the past interactions they’d had he would probably be able to drum up a thousand different clues that they were meant to be together.

Good thing he wasn’t the type to look back. Self reflection was so boring.

The problem of his brother forcing them to go through with this mission still was just something they would have to figure out later. Probably a very quick later since they were still expected to leave some time later that same day but still, certainly a problem Tobirama was willing to put off solving until he absolutely had to. If Hashirama was really so dead set on making them do this when he very clearly understood what situation was happening then he could come get them himself.

“Spot of tea?” Tobirama looked around as though he might spot a kitchen through the bedroom walls.

“Ah, yeah, I guess it would be polite of me to get you some, huh?”

Madara rocked back on to his heels and looked towards the door as well, the perfect opportunity for Tobirama to really look at him and take in all the little details he normally wouldn’t in another person, the shape of his jawline and the tiny amounts of baby fat that had never fully left his cheeks.

“It isn’t like you to be concerned about being polite,” he pointed out.

When his soulmate turned back to reveal an openly amused grin he thought maybe the universe did know what it was doing - but he was still a little annoyed that it had made things so difficult for him. Also quite annoyed that they were likely going to have to see this ridiculous mission through. What an absolute shame that he finally discovered his soulmate only for the poor man to bear witness to his complete lack of seduction skills all in the same day. He hoped Hashirama had already started running because he was going to murder his own brother for this.

#rae writes #soulmate collection #madatobi #tobirama #madara #hashirama #fanfiction

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thiswaycomessomethingwicked · 3 years

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Aragorn and Boromir: one of them was late to/forgot about an event for the arguments thing!

Alright! They didn’t argue-argue because they REFUSED. Idiots. But they did have some weird emotional conversations so that’s as good as we’re going to get. I hope you enjoy!

Title: Sweet is the Air

Pairing: Aragorn/Arwen/Boromir - basically.

Summary: Set in the same time-line/AU World of Naming the World & My Land is Bare. So, Boromir survived Amon Hen, to everyone’s great joy. The main plot-points remain mostly the same. Barring some people living who died in the canon.

This is post-ROTK. Denethor remains alive, the ghost at the banquet.

‘Did you forget?’ Aragorn asks.

‘I didn’t,’ Boromir says.

Aragorn repeats: But did you? It’s alright if you did.

‘I didn’t,’ Boromir insists.

Aragorn wishes the man would just admit to it. Yes, he forgot. How hard is that to say? Yes, it slipped his mind that they were going to have a Talk with Denethor about The State of the Stewardship. Or, more truthfully, Yes, he forgot because he wanted to forget because he doesn’t want to talk to his father about The State of the Stewardship.

‘Do you know how hard it is to corner your father?’ Aragorn asks, attempting to not be annoyed. Because he isn’t annoyed. This is only the third time this has happened, after all. And the first occurrence of Boromir’s lateness to the Denethor Conversation had a legitimate cause; the second - well it could be argued to be legitimate. A third time though?

But he’s not annoyed.

(Arwen, last night, You’re annoyed. Aragorn, insistent, I am not annoyed. Arwen raised an eyebrow and therefore looked eerily like her father, For some reason I remain unconvinced. Have you told him you’re annoyed? This made Aragorn scowl and so he therefore looked like a statue of one of his dead relatives, Why should I do that? I’m not annoyed. There’s nothing to talk about. Arwen, I’ll tell him if you don’t. To which Aragorn tried to forcefully declare: You will do no such thing but that merely prompted Arwen to pantomime opening a window and hollering out, Boromir, your king is frustrated with your inability to manage your father. Aragorn became horrified, You wouldn’t dare. At which Arwen smiled and said, Just watch me.)

‘I promise I didn’t forget - it was only, I was tied up,’ Boromir states.

Aragorn swallows: well that is a terrible excuse. Because that is not a kind thing to say. It is not a worthy thing to say. Boromir deserves better than Aragorn being missish. Because they are no longer on the road. Because the Fellowship is over. The Four Hunters has long been disbanded.

Gods, Aragorn thinks bleakly, I’ve been king for ten months now.

‘Well, it’s terribly difficult to force him to have ten minutes of time. Your father is wily.’

Boromir nods slowly. Picks at his nails. Looks at the sad bushes, the dismal remains of summer roses, jasmine climbing up columns, the naked trees. Aragorn isn’t sure how to proceed. He should have practiced. Arwen told him to practice. Aragorn despairs.

‘He is,’ Boromir finally agrees. ‘He is very wily. A puppet master. I don’t -’ he stops. Aragorn waits with great expectation. Boromir works his jaw for a bit. Does more scanning of the environment so Aragorn can’t see his eyes resting still for more than a second. Aragorn worries Boromir is going to leave. He does this when he wants out from a situation. When he wants to disappear into captain-hood and slide sideways from duty as, essentially, regent-steward.

‘I can’t do this,’ Boromir finally whispers.

‘You have to.’

‘I can’t, Aragorn. I really can’t. He’s my father.’

Aragorn makes a sympathetic face. He wants to say that he understands but that would be a lie so he keeps quiet. He cannot imagine Elrond no longer firmly grasping the world in front of him. He cannot imagine Elrond forcing this situation upon himself. There is no dignity to it. Aragorn cannot imagine Elrond without dignity.

Boromir is silent which causes Aragorn some small anxiety.

‘It would be a kindness, I think, in the long-run,’ Aragorn tries after another minute of muteness from the future-steward passes.

‘Yes. It would be. It is.’

‘No one need know the reason of why he is being set aside.’

Boromir looks at him with a sidelong expression. It is almost a sneer. ‘Everyone knows.’

‘Is that what frightens you? That people know and will think less of you for your father’s - um-’

‘Madness?’ Ah yes, here is a Boromir sneer. ‘Insanity? Lack of mental stability? Gone off with the birds?’

Aragorn nods.

‘No, that doesn’t frighten me,’ Boromir says. ‘I can handle it well enough. It’s more that - well, it’s demeaning to be relegated to old, doddering man. It takes a person’s pride from them and gods, I feel like he’s lost so much already. All the things that matter, too: his position, his son to a certain degree, his father’s affection, my mother. I think, in many ways, pride is all my father has left.’ Boromir draws breath to continue only to deflate. Aragorn wants to comfort him but isn’t sure this is the time or place or, indeed, the best approach.

It’s hard to know how to handle Boromir. He has more walls than Aragorn can fathom, at times. When he thinks he’s through one, there will be another five he didn’t anticipate. All of this alongside Boromir’s dislike of receiving reassurance. Comfort. Vulnerable affection, as Arwen calls it. There is such a deep fear of being seen as weak or, Aragorn thinks, being thought to be a burden.

Aragorn tries, ‘Your father has more than that. And he hasn’t lost you.’

‘I was speaking of Faramir.’

‘Ah.’

Boromir’s humourless smile. ‘It’s all a bit of a mess, isn’t it? I’m not sure what I thought would happen after the war, but it wasn’t this.’

‘It’s hard to know how people will take things. And, I mean,’ Aragorn shrugs helplessly. ‘There were extenuating circumstances. No one knew about the palantir.’

‘No.’

‘And, well -’ he stops. Shrugs. Boromir raises an eyebrow, but otherwise he is still as stone. As a king of old, the ones whose names are lost to time but their faces are committed to rock with paint, with chisel. To Aragorn, Boromir has always conveyed more of the regal air he thinks is expected of a king. That he, himself, should display.

What a thing, to walk into a room of foreign dignitaries, have the King of Gondor be announced and everyone looks at Boromir. Which Aragorn cannot blame them for, because he too would look at Boromir. Honestly, he thinks not for the first time, their roles should have been switched. Boromir should be king, Aragorn can be steward.

‘Yes?’ Boromir prompts.

‘I was just thinking, is your father truly mad or merely desperate?’

Boromir opens his mouth then closes it.

‘Sometimes, it can look like the same thing,’ Aragorn continues, gently. He is so desperately trying to be gentle. ‘It’s as you said, he has his pride. He was raised to be Steward of Gondor. To be the sole ruler of this land and then I went and showed up. He’s desperate to hold onto what is, at the end of the days, is rightfully his.’

A dismal nod from the future-Steward.

‘Perhaps there can be a compromise--’

‘No,’ Boromir shakes his head. ‘Not over this. It’s all or nothing with the Stewardship. I know my father, he does not share power.’

‘But you always seemed to have a position of influence --’

‘Of his making and of his control,’ Boromir shrugs. ‘So, you will either have him as Steward or me. It won’t be both.’

A bird’s screech ricochets through the courtyard that is empty and feels so desolate, like they are in Hollin or on the empty steps of Emyn Muil. Boromir has turned and begun a slow, meandering tour around the garden. He pauses where an arch looks out over the city, the River Anduin snakes its silver body through the eastern land of Gondor. Osgiliath shines in the distance. Boromir’s back is to Aragorn and the Future-Steward who is essentially acting-Steward, rests a hand on columned archway. Robes drape in such a way that he is a shadow against white marble, dappled grey. Aragorn wants to go to him but suspects it would be unwelcome, at this exact moment.

‘My father once told me that he couldn’t remember what happiness was and I said that there would be brighter days yet, that he would live to see them. And he has, there is sun and the clouds of Sauron are gone, but he is not better.’

Aragorn thinks that a monstrous thing to tell one’s son. To say: I can’t know warmth, so light the fire and if you do not, then all my coldness is your fault.

‘I’m sorry,’ he says instead. He suspects Boromir won’t take kindly to having his father be called monstrous.

‘Why?’

Aragorn stalls in thought then just shrugs and says that he is sorry because that is a lot to say to a child.

‘I wasn’t a child.’

‘Still,’ Aragorn says, if a bit lamely.

Boromir sighs, turns to face Aragorn. ‘I can’t do it. I can’t be the one who tells him that he is being pushed aside.’

‘Would you be able to be present?’

Boromir’s lips thin out into a line and his unhappiness at the prospect is a wave how it rolls from his shoulders. But he nods in agreement, as Aragorn knew he would. Still, it is a relief to have a firm agreement.

Or, as firm an agreement as he is going to get at this juncture.

He had asked Faramir: What should be done about your father? And Faramir had gone a little wide-eyed and said, I don’t know. What do you mean? And Aragorn had sort-of motioned as if that could contain everything that had happened. Faramir had then shaken himself out of whatever place it was he went when the question was posed and declared that the person to ask is Boromir. Boromir always knows how to handle our father, Faramir said with confidence. If you want to get Denethor to do things he doesn’t want to do, you have to have Boromir do the asking.

Later, Aragorn relayed this to Arwen who said, What family have you gotten us tangled into? And Aragorn had replied, primly, I’m absolutely sure it’s worth it. And Arwen had laughed and said she agreed and that she trusted him. It’s just, really, that was what said?

‘I’m glad you’ll be there,’ Aragorn says. ‘I’m happy to do the talking it’s only, your father is quite fearsome. Like a tempest. Or a sandstorm.’

‘Don’t be mean.’ But Boromir said it with a smile so Aragorn feels he can continue.

‘Just, this time, don’t forget.’

Boromir mocks becoming affronted. ‘Excuse me, your royal highness, I did not forget. I got tied up in other very important affairs of state and therefore was merely late. By just five minutes, mind you, and you had already scarpered.’

Aragorn takes his arm and steers them towards the covered archway that will slowly weave back to offices and studies and rooms of state. ‘Tempest,’ he says. ‘Remember that.’

‘Right. Or sandstorm.’

‘A deluge.’

‘I’m going to make a record of these.’

‘You don’t need to do that.’

Boromir grins, ‘I absolutely do.’

Aragorn shakes his head, ‘If this is the sort of treatment I am going to receive from you I shall pass you over in favour of Faramir.’

‘Oh thank the gods,’ Boromir dramatically sighs. ‘Finally, the man has a good idea. The first time I’ve heard one from him since we met.’

‘I wouldn’t go that far -’

‘Let us run across Rohan for a week, he said. It’s a good idea to chase two thousand Uruk-Hai with only four people, he said. Trust the former-traitor-witch of Rohan to be of aid on the paths of the dead, he said. Let’s hike across a mountain in February with no firewood, he said.’

‘These were all brilliant ideas, I don’t know what you’re talking about.’

Boromir laughs, then, a full one. And Aragorn grins because it is a pleasant sound to hear and these are sunny days. Despite the shadows that linger in them and the ghosts of still living men who haunt the halls of this palace, there is sun and there is warmth and there is, at the end of it all, something like hope for a new start.

#LOTR #lord of the rings #aragorn #boromir #my land is bare #fanfic #writing #aragorn x boromir #boromir defense squad #everyone is very in love but they're dumb #there is a drive by Grima reference #because where would we be without my favourite traitorous snake man

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cthruthestars · 4 years

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compañera (a Javier Peña x Reader fic)

Summary: A series of snapshots of Javier Peña and the Reader's relationship and his fixation with calling you "compañera". Rating: M Words: 7922 Warnings: canon-typical violence, swearing, use of alcohol, mentions of sex

(Y/N - your name, Y/L/N - your last name)

Cross-posted on Ao3, if you’d like to read there or leave a review: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22268422

This is a fucking nightmare.

The words on the page in front of you started blurring together no matter how hard you tried to squeeze your eyes or rub your temples in a pitiful effort to force them to make sense again. Soon, your vision was filled with smudged black ink in the vague shape of letters and you couldn’t stand it anymore. A deep sigh escaped your lips and you allowed your head to fall limp onto your forearms.

The DEA’s task force (consisting of you, Murphy and Peña) had gotten a gift, of sorts, from the local police: reports from around the time when Pablo Escobar had been arrested briefly. The only problem was that the files spanned years and even though you knew the exact year you needed, the reports weren’t organized even remotely and you had to comb through hundreds of papers for only one small but highly significant folder, which contained evidence that Escobar was linked to the drug trade in Colombia and Miami. You knew you had to be thankful to even have this stack of files – it was more than you’ve had for weeks on Pablo – and the snitch had been rightly terrified shitless to even give you those in fear of the kingpin finding out and taking care of him. But right at that second?

You couldn’t give a rat’s ass about gratitude. All you knew was that you were exhausted and you wanted to catch some shut-eye in your own, albeit shitty, bed.

Murphy was at the desk on your left, steadily and surely going through each report he had in his stack. He had taken some smoke breaks and a couple of calls from his wife, but he didn’t look nearly as desperate as you felt. You weren’t sure if you envied him or pitied him. Peña had disappeared some time ago, presumably to smoke outside, but you weren’t sure. A small part of you was annoyed that he was enjoying cool and fresh air while you and Murphy were holed up in the small, smoke and file-filled office, drowning in despair and delirium. As soon as that train of thought finished, you realized you were being unnecessarily dramatic and you slightly hit your head onto your forearms.

“You okay there, Y/L/N?”

“Yep,” you answered, voice muffled. It was a miracle Murphy even understood what you said.

“Sure?” he pressed.

You hummed in affirmation, hoping Steve would drop it before you snapped in frustration. You knew he was just being a good partner but common sense and manners had flown out the window hours ago, when you had first sat in your god-awful chair.

“I’ve got the answer to her problem, Murphy, don’t worry.”

At the sound of Peña’s voice, you raised your head eagerly, causing a bit of vertigo to invade your senses but you ignored it.

“The report?”

“I wish,” he replied, coming over to your desk. He looked way better than when you last saw him, the familiar mischievous glint in his eye and his lips curved in a smirk. “I mean coffee, compañera.”

Amidst the disappointment that you were likely to spend the night at the office, your face lit up as Peña handed you a cup, filled to the brim with black coffee. The smell wafting from the warm mug alone gave you a small burst of energy, so you eagerly took a generous gulp. Immediately, the fog clouding your mind cleared and you looked up at your second partner with a look you hoped showed sincere gratitude.

“Thank you, Javi.”

He smiled and mock-saluted in response, heading to the desk on your right, leaving you in the middle, always in the middle between Murphy and Peña.

You were assigned to Medellín shortly after Steve Murphy, headquarters deeming it necessary to embed as many agents as possible without it becoming too worrisome for the local government. The partnership had started out rocky and unsure, mistakes were made because of unwillingness to trust and that had quickly sobered up all parties involved. Right now, you considered you had a good working relationship with both Peña and Murphy – you knew they had your back and they knew you had theirs. Work flowed smoothly after that but it sadly didn’t help much – Escobar was gaining more strength and more support by the hour. It seemed hopeless but well, that had never stopped you three.

Sipping your coffee slowly, trying to draw out the pleasant feeling of caffeine flowing through you, your gaze flitted about the office, occasionally landing on your partners, both immersed in police reports. It finally landed on the one on your right – Peña – and you wondered…

What did compañera mean?

~~~

“Vamos, compañera!” (Come on, partner!)

You were sprinting through the streets of Medellín, bulletproof vest on and gun out, chasing La Quica, one of Escobar’s top sicarios, and another one of the drug trafficker’s men, who wasn’t as important but still probably knew valuable information. Javier was running about 10 meters ahead of you.

“Right behind you!” you shouted back at him, willing yourself to go faster up the hill.

Suddenly La Quica swerved to the left into a narrow alleyway and the other goon went the opposite direction, climbing onto a rooftop. Peña immediately followed the sicario which meant you were climbing rooftops.

Fucking great.

For a chubby guy, the motherfucker sure climbed fast. Even though you didn’t hesitate, you stumbled a couple of times due to the structures being unstable and littered with trash. You sneaked a peek at the rooftops ahead and there was one that was on a taller building but there was a ladder down to a secluded alleyway you suspected led out of the block. The goon didn’t strike you as the smartest and you prayed to God he would be as idiotic as you hoped.

You stopped running and pulled out your gun, aiming at the man, when he turned his head around briefly and saw that you had halted. He laughed and shouted something in Spanish.

“Yeah, keep laughing, motherfucker,” you murmured under your breath. You saw that he was going to turn around again and you pretended to be tired and put your hands on your knees, while still keeping an eye on him. As soon as he saw that, he started climbing the wall you had predicted he would go for. You rose quickly and aimed your gun.

Son of a bitch went down like a bird.

You ran quickly to the place he fell and thankfully, he was still on the ground, clutching his bleeding knee. He was going to be fine, the wound wasn’t fatal, but he was screaming as if his leg was torn off. You unhooked your handcuffs from your belt and pulled him up with great effort while he still whined like he was dying.

“Shut the fuck up, culo (ass)!” you barked at him and shoved him forward.

Murphy was waiting for you back at the busted lab, his hands on his hips. You could see yourself leading Escobar’s man reflected in his sunglasses. You couldn’t lie to yourself – you liked the sight.

Steve nodded at you respectfully. Looking around, he asked, “Where’s Peña?”

“I don’t know, we got separated. He went after La Quica.”

As if summoned, the man in question slowly walked down the hill.

Alone.

You sighed in disappointment, yet again having come this close at catching one of Pablo Escobar’s top men. One of Carrillo’s officers passed by and you handed your prisoner off to him and gave him orders what to do. Peña had reached Murphy in the meantime and the two were talking, the former clearly frustrated, annoyed and disappointed at the same time. You quickly sent the officer off, not wanting to miss any kind of debrief.

When you came close to them, Javier turned towards you, his eyes filled with exhaustion. You were overcome with the need to comfort him somehow but you kept your hands to yourself, knowing that it wouldn’t really help. Once you got in your head about guilt, there was no getting out, no matter what anyone said.

“You got Alvarez?” he asked.

You simply nodded in reply.

The corners of his lips quirked and if you hadn't already been gazing at his mouth, you wouldn't have noticed it.

(Javier Peña was a damn handsome man and you were still a woman who had eyes, for pity's sake.)

He squeezed your arm and murmured tiredly, but sincerely: "Good work, compañera."

You turned around to watch him walk away and you couldn't figure out whether to feel proud, compassionate or disappointed.

~~~

Compañera had become a regular culprit in Javier Peña's day-to-day vernacular when it came to you.

Your Spanish had improved a bit, enough to say some simple sentences but not enough to be comfortable in a conversation with fluent speakers. You had noticed your partner's increased use of the word when referring to you, but you figured it meant something like partner or friend, supposing it was similar to the English word "companion", so you didn't really think about it much.

But then there were smirks. And winks. And it wasn't so difficult to pretend your partner wasn't using his wily charms on you to get you in bed for a night like his informants.

Now, you had the dignity to admit to yourself that yes, you may have had some inappropriate and very unprofessional dreams about said partner and perhaps sometimes your mind would wander off during meetings when he wore a shirt with a very deep neckline and maybe from time to time your gaze would accidentally land on his ass, but you were partners and Javier had a certain reputation with women you didn't exactly want to experience first-hand.

Damned if it wasn't difficult to keep your hands off him, though.

"Morning coffee, compañera."

Speak of the devil.

You lifted your head from the report you were typing just in time to see Javier place a steaming mug of coffee on your desk and hit you with the signature smirk and wink before he went over to the map of Medellín on the wall. You didn't even have time to react or say anything before you heard the Colombian officers nearby snickering. You glared at them and they quickly shut their mouths and went back to work. They were smart enough not to say anything in front of you since the time they saw you take down a guy twice your size with your bare hands, but apparently not smart enough to know when to keep their mouths shut.

Still, it could’ve been much worse.

You returned to typing up your report, pausing for a moment to gather your thoughts. In your concentration, you didn't notice Javier looking over at you and then the Colombian cops. He said something to Murphy who was also observing what was happening, and then slowly walked to the center of the room and put his hands on his hips. Peña made sure he caught the eye of every officer who laughed.

"Oh, this is gonna be good," Murphy murmured to himself.

"Escuchen," Javier began with a low voice, laced with a dangerous undertone, "Si a ustedes, hijos de puta, les gusta reírse tanto, ¿por qué no le dicen a Carrillo que no pudieron encontrar una mierda durante semanas hasta que Y/L/N nos consiguió información?" (Listen up. If you motherfuckers like to laugh so much, why don’t you tell Carrillo you couldn’t find shit for weeks until Y/L/N got us information?)

You looked up at the sound of Javier's voice, understanding almost nothing of what he said but perfectly knowing what his tone meant.

"¿Claro?" (Clear?)

The cops all replied in unison, "Claro."

Javier waited for them to go back to what they were doing before and then his gaze shifted to you, checking to see if you were alright. You smiled at him softly and mouthed Thank you to which he nodded and smiled in return. He walked back to Murphy who had an unreadable expression on his face but the humorous glint in his eyes was unmistakable. You shook your head at him and Steve put his hands up in mock surrender before continuing his conversation with Javier.

Sighing, you went back to work, resigned to the fact that Javier Peña was making it very difficult for you to resist him.

~~~

Time passed, Escobar was still being a pain in the ass and the DEA had gotten almost nowhere with the investigation. Carrillo and his men were a great help but you couldn’t always agree with his methods, even though your partners and you had agreed: all in.

Lately, you, Murphy and Peña were spending more and more time at the office than out in the field, doing surveillance and analyzing potential leads and tips. The situation was too quiet and you didn’t like it; you had the gut feeling that something big was about to go down. The work at the office was slow and tedious, so often there would be tension arising due to agents and cops getting restless, but you were handling it well without complaint, even though your fingers were itching to go out and nail one of Escobar’s guys.

You were in the middle of transcribing a phone call between two of Pablo’s watchers when Steve perched on your desk and folded his hands in his lap.

“So what’s the deal with you and Peña?”

You looked up, confused, “What?”

“You and Peña,” he continued, “The whole compañera thing, you two ogling each other, that kinda shit.”

It was true that things had been getting a bit more… flirty between you and Javier. He was relentless with his teasing and you started teasing back, thinking it was harmless and just banter; a small reprieve from the heavy work you were doing every day. You didn’t think people really paid attention to it but apparently you were wrong.

“What the fuck are you talking about, Murphy? There’s nothing going on between me and him. And what do you mean ‘the whole compañera thing’?”

Steve chuckled. “You don’t know what that means?”

“I thought it meant ‘partner’.”

“Well, it can mean that but it can also mean ‘girlfriend’. And Peña’s been using it a lot when talkin’ to you, which people have noticed. And he hasn’t exactly done anything to shut down the rumors whenever someone makes a comment in front of him.”

You sighed and rolled your eyes. “All of you are being idiotic. I’m sure he means it like ‘partner’ and if he doesn’t, that doesn’t matter. You can calm down.”

“I’m calm, I’m calm,” Steve replied humorously, “I’m sure his informants are jealous, though. Be careful not to steal their thunder.”

You chuckled in spite of yourself and flipped Murphy off which made him laugh in return. He hit your arm lightly as a goodbye and went back to his own desk and you put your headphones back on to continue transcribing.

Javier was watching the whole display with curiosity, unable to really hear what the two of you talked about but he thought he heard his name a couple of times. He found himself smiling when you laughed but quickly sobered when Murphy turned around and pretended to think before writing something down in his notes.

~~~

When you and Javier shared your first kiss, it really wasn’t a good occasion.

The DEA had gotten a telephone tip about one of Escobar’s labs that was soon to be dismantled. The coordinates given were deep in the jungle and you had to leave quickly unless you wanted the trail to go cold. Carrillo had quickly assembled a hundred of his men and a convoy, while you and your partners suited up and got last-minute orders from your superiors. The raid was successful: you had managed to catch the workers still in the lab and there were minimal casualties on your side. The same couldn’t be said about Escobar’s men, but you did capture a few prisoners alive, which relieved you since you desperately needed inside information about the leader of the Medellín Cartel.

You really wanted to nail that son of a bitch.

The prisoners were lined up in front of the lab, their hands intertwined on their heads on the order of Colonel Carrillo. He was pacing back and forth in front of them, while you, Javier and Steve were in the back, observing.

“Caballeros,” Carrillo began, “Tienen que darse cuenta de la gravedad de la situación en la que se encuentran. Su patrón no se preocupa por ustedes. Si lo hiciera, estaría aquí y moriría con usted. Así que, será mejor que piense cuidadosamente lo que va a hacer a continuación.” (Gentlemen, you need to realize the gravity of the situation you're in. Your boss doesn't care about you. If he did, he'd be here and he'd die with you. So, you better think carefully what you're going to do next.)

“Si alguien me dice dónde se esconde Pablo Escobar como una rata, puedo facilitarte la vida en la cárcel. Tú me ayudas, yo te ayudo.” (If someone tells me where Pablo Escobar is hiding like a rat, I can make your life easier in jail. You help me, I help you.)

Javier was quietly translating to you and Murphy what the Colonel was saying, for which you were grateful since you understood about half of the words and couldn’t really get the whole picture. There was a moment of silence once Carrillo stopped speaking, some of the men looking at each other, unsure of what to do and say. You saw a lot of terrified faces but also ones that didn’t give a shit. One of latter ones, by far the youngest, a kid that probably wasn’t even 18 years old, spoke up.

“Come mierda, hijo de puta.” (Eat shit, you son of a bitch.)

That you understood perfectly without the help of Javier.

Carrillo went to stand in front of the young boy and leveled him with a cold stare. He nodded at the kid, who didn’t back down.

The Colonel crouched in front of him. “¿Es así como va a ser?” (Is that how it’s going to be?)

The boy spit in his face in reply and your stomach churned. You had a bad feeling about this.

“Muy bien.” (Very well.)

It all happened so quickly that if you had blinked, you would’ve spared yourself the sight.

Carrillo wiped the spit from his cheek and quickly stood up before putting a bullet right in-between the kid’s eyes. You looked away and clenched your jaw so tightly, you thought you’d break a tooth. Javier was looking at the ground, his hands gripping his hips so hard, his knuckles were white, while Steve looked everywhere but at the boy’s corpse on the ground, surrounded by an expanding pool of blood, and breathed heavily

.“¡Esto es lo que pasa cuando proteges a tu querido patrón! Mejor repensar tu estrategia en el viaje a la base o terminarás como él,” (This is what happens when you protect your dear boss! You better rethink your strategy on the way to the base or you'll end up just like him.) Carrillo shouted at the prisoners before ordering his second-in-command to load them up in the trucks.

You didn’t look at the Colonel when he passed by the three of you and urged you to get a move on. The bile in your throat rose when you glanced at the kid on the ground who was probably either going to get left behind there as a warning to Escobar, or they were going to bury him somewhere no one would find for years and his family would be none the wiser. You managed to keep your lunch down but only barely, before you quickly made your way to Javier’s truck, unable to stay in that place any longer. Peña and Murphy followed closely behind and none of you said a word aloud on the way back to base.

After a seemingly endless string of meetings, it was decided that the prisoners would be left to stew for a night in the cells of the police station under heavy guard before taking off for interrogation the next day at an undisclosed location which was going to be personally conducted by Colonel Carrillo. You had a pretty good idea what that interrogation would be like, so you volunteered to stay behind and take care of the paperwork for the raid. You knew you had agreed to being all in but this was another level of insanity you weren’t sure you signed up for. Yes, in your short time in Colombia, you had done many things you weren’t proud of, things that can never be on paper and that superiors would close their eyes to or just pretend they never happened. Many times they wouldn’t even know about them. But killing kids in cold blood? You couldn’t stomach that or justify it. All of you had one goal but this was going too far.

Still, it wasn’t your place to say anything and you knew that there was a war brewing and that the ‘good guys’ had to play by the ‘bad guys’’ rules if they wanted to win.

It was well after midnight and the office was empty which you were immensely grateful for, because that meant you could take out the hidden bottle of whiskey out of your drawer and pour yourself generous amounts multiple times. If you smoked, you would’ve gone through a packet of cigarettes already, but you didn’t really pick up the habit, even though everyone around you smoked practically every minute of the day.

The young boy’s face wouldn’t leave your mind. You had seen it on officers during meetings and debriefs after the raid and had to shake yourself out of it before you did something stupid. But now, you were alone, just you and your bottle of whiskey, and you let the silent tears, threatening to spill for hours, stream down your face. You felt dirty and guilty, and you wanted to scream and break things, and cry until your voice was hoarse. You couldn’t do any of those things, of course, you still had a job to finish, but you desperately needed to forget what happened somehow and the whiskey wasn’t working as well as you’d hoped.

“Still here, compañera?”

You quickly wiped the tears off your cheeks, fully knowing it wouldn’t hide the fact that you were crying, before turning around in your seat. Javier was leaning against the doorway, his hair mussed and his eyes exhausted and drooping. His gaze flitted across your face and body, taking in your disheveled state. Pity was clearly written all over his face, but there was an understanding there that somehow made you feel a bit better that you weren't alone in how you felt.

"Yeah," you answered quietly, your voice hoarse from the alcohol and being silent for hours.

Your partner nodded and started walking towards you, dragging one of the chairs with him on the way. He placed it next to you and pulled up his pants before sitting down.

"Got a glass for me?"

You were silent and unmoving for a moment, trying to appraise him. You didn't find anything you didn't like – his face was as open and as vulnerable as yours, so you reached into your bottom cabinet and pulled out your spare glass. You poured him the same amount of whiskey you had and handed it to him. He clinked his glass to yours and both of you downed the alcohol in one gulp. It seemed that you weren't the only one who was trying to forget.

"Can I ask you something, Javi?"

"Of course."

"Does it get easier? At all? Or do you get used to it?"

You couldn't keep the tremor off your voice no matter how hard you tried to appear strong in front of him. You hated showing weakness; those moments were usually reserved for when you were alone at home where you could privately process all your feelings and then move on the next day as if nothing had happened. You didn't plan for Javier seeing you like this, ever, but this man always found a way to somehow fuck up your plans.

The strangest part was that you didn't mind.

Javier sighed. He leaned his elbows on his knees and looked at the ground for a couple of moments, as if he was contemplating whether to lie to you and comfort you or tell you the truth. You waited patiently until he looked up at you with glossy eyes.

"If I ever find out the answer to these questions, you'll be the first to know," your partner finally said, his voice cracking at the end. You nodded slowly; you figured you weren't going to be happy with his answer but you found comfort in the fact that he had basically told you that he struggled every time, same as you. Javier seemed to gouge something in your expression - his larger hand suddenly closed tentatively around yours, the warmth seeping from his skin travelling all the way from your fingers to your heart. You fixed him with an intense gaze and saw it mirrored in his own dark eyes. A sort of unspoken understanding and agreement passed between the two of you: there were a lot of ways to forget and the two of you could help each other.

You surged forward simultaneously. You tasted whiskey and nicotine on his lush lips and it was as intoxicating as you had imagined. You rose from your seat and settled yourself in his lap, his arms immediately snaking around your waist while yours tangled in his hair. You ground your hips down, which made Javier tighten his grip and lower his hands towards your ass, making you moan into his mouth and offering his tongue a perfect entrance. You forced yourself to pull away but not completely; just enough to lean your forehead against his and your lips to brush tantalizingly while you spoke.

"My place is closer," you whispered.

Javier looked up at you, "You sure?"

You simply kissed him in reply before standing up and grabbing his hand to lead him out of the base and into your home.

~~~

Needless to say, your night with Javier had been unforgettable.

The despair and intense desire to forget the harrowing events of that day in both of you had made the sex intense and exactly what you both needed at that moment. You worked off your frustrations, letting yourselves express your feelings physically and the payoff was worth it.

It seemed that Peña’s reputation with the fairer sex was well-deserved.

It had been an unspoken agreement that this was just to forget, just to deal with all the jumbled thoughts and complicated feelings that came with the job and it was that at first but then afterwards Javier had become oh so gentle, his touches feather-light and his kisses soft and sweet and you had completely melted in his arms. You couldn’t help yourself – you felt safe and more dangerous than that – loved, which was something that you were careful not to feel for months while working with him, careful not to fall for his charm, not to become another one of his conquests, just another woman in the list.

But then he nuzzled your neck and wrapped his arms around you protectively and you found yourself too tired to continue that train of thought, so you put your hands on top of his and closed your eyes.

You hadn’t expected him to stay – you fully expected for him to be gone in the morning, no trace left of him even being there – but he did. You woke up in his arms by his kisses and with an intensity that could break your heart, you realized you hadn’t felt this happy in a long time.

You didn’t get up right away, instead shifting your position so you were half-laying on him, your head on his shoulder and him on his back with his arm around your waist.

“Javi?”

“Mm?” he murmured in your hair, stroking your bare waist gently.

You stayed silent for a minute to fully absorb the moment, appreciate his warmth and his breath softly blowing on top of your head and you willed the uneasy feeling in your stomach to go away, because this was good.

“Why do you always call me compañera?”

He chuckled and you found you liked feeling the vibrations of his chest when he did.

“Because you are that to me, compañera.”

“In what sense?”

You felt him pull away from your hair and you looked up at him, resting your chin on his shoulder. He was smiling but there was a confused expression on his face.

“What I want to know is…” you began, “What do you mean when you call me that?”

His eyebrows rose in surprise before he quickly covered it up with a smirk and you knew immediately that he was going to dodge the question.

“It can mean whatever you want it to mean.”

“Not what I asked, Peña,” you quickly countered. He smiled approvingly at that and you were slightly surprised to see he had a proud glint in his eyes. “I’m serious, now, c’mon.”

“And I meant what I said,” he replied with that low voice he used the night before and shifted, so he was on top of you, kissing you passionately and you completely forgot about talking.

Then you’d made breakfast, eaten with him, joked with him; it was as if this was the way your relationship had always been, like he belonged in your home and in your arms. It was bittersweet – you still waited for the other penny to drop. It was too easy and in your experience, nothing was ever that easy. Still, you kissed him goodbye and smiled at him, see you Mondays were exchanged and that was that.

The other penny dropped when said Monday came.

You knew you had to be careful at work – no one could know what you and Javier had gotten up to; fraternizing between agents was frowned upon, especially in such a high-profile and very dangerous operation as yours. It was clear to you that you were going to act as always and you had to watch your attitude towards Javier. Therefore, you went about your usual routine: you checked with security, showed them your badge, greeted the Colombian officers you knew and walked into the office with a small smile, where you found both of you partners already sitting at their desks, told them Good morning and you waited for Murphy to lift up his hand and say Morning, Y/L/N and Javier to look up at you with a grin and reply with the usual Buenos días, compañera. Sure enough, Steve did exactly as you predicted.

Except… Javier didn’t even look up from the files he was reading.

You walked over to your desk, sneaking a glance at him, but still, he didn’t even move a muscle and that uneasiness in your stomach from the night you were together was back with a vengeance. He’s probably just trying to be conspicuous or he’s just very concentrated, you thought to yourself and set your things on your desk, trying to keep a poker face. That was probably the case, so you focused on your tasks.

But then he didn’t even glance at you the whole day.

It was another day of work, consisting of surveillance and typing up reports, so you were trapped in your small office together and Javier’s interactions with you were strictly limited to him passing you documents wordlessly and discussing intel in a very professional manner. No jokes, no smirks, no compañera, no winks, nothing.

If he was trying not to raise suspicions about the two of you fucking, he was doing a piss-poor job.

You got increasingly frustrated with the hours passing by but you followed his lead and said nothing. If he was going to be like that, then two could play that game. You were too annoyed at him to stop and think that this childish behavior was even more telling that something happened between you to your other colleagues, since everyone had gotten used to the banter that you two frequently engaged in. Around 5 in the evening he got a call, looked at his watch and said Estaré allí en 20 minutos (I’ll be there in 20 minutes.) and you understood enough Spanish by now to know that he was most definitely going to go visit one of his favorite “informants”, which made your blood boil. The pressure you were applying with your pen on the report you were writing, while you watched Peña put on his jacket and put his gun in his pants, became so high that you almost made a hole in the paper.

“Where’re you goin’?” Murphy asked, “El burdel?” (The brothel?)

Your lips thinned in anger but you willed yourself to keep writing and not show any reaction.

“Fuck off, Murphy,” Javier replied, annoyance clear in his voice. “I’m done for the day. Goodnight.”

As soon as he walked out and you were sure Steve had gone back to work, you let out the breath you didn’t realize you were holding as quietly as possible and tried to hold back the tears of anger burning behind your eyes.

~~~

This bullshit continued for two weeks.

Javier kept on ignoring you as best as he could and you did the same: angry at him that he was behaving this way after being the complete opposite when you were together in your home, but even angrier at yourself for breaking your vow not to fall for his wiles. He never cared about you – you were just another woman in his bed for a night, just another conquest he used to get over his own feelings and then thrown away and forgotten about.

It was your own damn fault and that was the worst thing about the whole fiasco.

“Y/L/N, do you have a minute?”

You were sipping your morning coffee (that you had gotten for yourself) when Steve approached your desk. His hands were on his hips and his expression was serious, so you quickly put down your cup of coffee and wiped your hands on your pants.

“Sure,” you replied and followed Murphy out of the office.

He led you to the evidence room, which was too small of a space to house the thousands of police reports, evidence, photos and whatnot, which made the air inside stale and difficult to breathe, so it wasn’t advised for any living thing to remain there for long. You thought you were going to help your partner search for something, but then he closed the door behind you and fixed you with an unimpressed look. You waited for him to say something, his gaze unnerving you, until you got frustrated and spoke first.

“What do you want, Murphy?”

He sighed and shook his head before crossing his arms and coming closer to you, so he could speak more quietly.

“Look, I don’t know what happened between you and Peña and frankly, I don’t wanna know. It ain’t my business to pry into your personal lives but it is my business when it affects our work.”

You opened your mouth to say something rude to him, already annoyed by the direction the conversation was going, but he quickly cut you off.

“You know damn well what I’m talkin’ about, so don’t give me any bullshit. You’re not fucking teenagers to act like this. This whole silent treatment is making us lose valuable time we could use to catch Escobar and people are starting to notice, which I’m sure neither you nor Peña want that. So you two better kiss and make up fast or this task force is going to shit.”

You didn’t say anything; you knew he was right and you felt ashamed that you were acting so childishly and possibly endangering the operation. Your personal problems couldn’t affect the trust you needed out in the field and you needed to resolve this as quickly as possible, for the good of everyone.

You stayed silent but nodded at Steve, who squeezed your shoulder before leaving the room. Sighing, you leaned your back on one of the shelves with evidence. You resolved to corner Javier after work so you could talk in private and fix this one way or another, so you could avoid any one of you going back to the US.

Later, when the sun had long gone down, you glanced at your watch impatiently. You had done your tasks for the day and you were free to go but you were trying to gauge when Javier would decide to go home, so you could pull him aside to talk. Steve had left a while ago, having promised his wife a long-awaited date night, but not without shooting you a warning look and subtly tilting his head towards Peña. You had simply waved your hand in reply and said goodbye.

Finally, Javier started gathering his things, so you took your cue to put your jacket on and lean against your desk. You waited for him to be done before you spoke.

“Javi, we need to talk.”

He quickly looked up at you at the sound of finality in your tone. You met his gaze and hoped he saw that there was no getting out of this because you weren’t backing down this time.

“Okay,” he replied, folding his arms across his chest, “what’s up?”

“Not here. Come on, I’ll make you some coffee at home.”

Javier hesitated at the mention of your apartment, this whole situation reminding him too much of the last time he was there. You rolled your eyes.

“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna seduce you or anything. We really need to talk.”

He nodded at that and followed you wordlessly.

The drive to your apartment was as quiet as you expected, Javier focused on the road and you looking out the window. There were still kids playing in the streets, their mothers calling them to go back home but they pretended not to hear them. Some shady characters also hung around but it wasn’t your job to assess them, so you let yourself take in Medellín during the night just as a spectator.

The car stopped, so you took your bag and went out to go unlock the front door, while Javier put the handbrake on and turned off the ignition. You walked in and hung your jacket on the hanger near the door before tossing your purse on the floor. You waited for Javier to come in, who walked slowly and unsurely, his hands in his pockets – a sign that he was nervous.

He sat silently at the kitchen island while you made two cups of coffee, yours with a little bit of sugar and milk, while leaving his black, just the way he liked it. You handed him his mug, to which he murmured a quiet thanks.

“So…” you began unsurely.

“So…” he mimicked, keeping his hands wrapped around the hot cup.

You sighed in resignation; it was clear that you had to lead this difficult conversation, seeing as how Javier was closed off even now.

“This silence isn’t helping anyone, Javier. Not you, not me, not Steve or any of our colleagues for that matter. We can’t work together like this.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” he nodded. You waited for him to continue but he stayed silent. He was still going to be like this? Even now, when you were trying to resolve this?

The familiar anger that had become associated especially with one Javier Peña bubbled up and this time, you didn’t hold back.

“That’s it? ‘You’re right’? That’s all you have to say to me? After all we’ve been through together and a one night stand makes you pretend none of it happened?” Your voice rose in octaves with each sentence, all of your bottled up feelings for the past few weeks coming to the surface.

“What do you want me to say, Y/N?”

The annoyance in his voice was the last straw.

“Anything! Anything at all! I deserve at least that little respect from you as your partner. The least you could do is tell me that it was a one-time thing; that I was just one of the many putas you slept with, so we could move on with our lives. At least like that I’d have closure and we wouldn’t be in this mess!”

“You’re not like that, Y/N.” Javier now had stood up and you realized that in your anger you had circled the kitchen island and you were standing in front of him, crowding his personal space.

“Aren’t I that, huh? Didn’t you go and fuck another one two days after me?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“The Monday after we had sex. You took a call and immediately left, not even bothering to deny it to Murphy.”

“I was going to meet with an informant, I wasn’t going to the fucking brothel!”

You chuckled humorlessly, “Yeah, we all know about your ‘informants’.”

“It wasn’t like that, Y/N!” Javier was properly rivaling the intensity of your anger now, his voice matching your volume. “I got a tip from one of Escobar’s watchers, the kid was afraid someone would find out and get killed, especially after Carrillo—“

He stopped himself suddenly, not wanting to bring up the very thing that the two of you wanted desperately to forget and that led to this whole mess. You stepped back, the dead kid’s face immediately clouding your vision, but you shook your head and didn’t let yourself get sidetracked. You knew he wasn’t lying but that didn’t mean it made things okay.

“Fine then, why didn’t you say anything? Why did you pretend you didn’t even know me after that?”

“Because I was fucking terrified!” Javier shouted. Both of you breathed heavily, the air in the room charged with electricity.

You crossed your arms over your chest. “Terrified of what?”

Javier rubbed his eyes in frustration before putting his hands on his hips and looking at you dead in the eye, his gaze wet.

“I didn’t plan on you, compañera,” he began but you cut him off quietly.

“Don’t… don’t call me that.”

Gulping, he continued, “It was harmless at first. I was joking around and you seemed like you didn’t mind and the job got a bit easier. But then… Then you had to go and be the kindest, smartest and most beautiful woman I’ve ever met and it wasn’t so harmless anymore. And after we—we were together, I panicked. I haven’t fallen for someone in years and I promised myself never to do that to a woman I cared about again. I haven’t slept with anyone after you. And I realized that I was way in too deep with you and I thought it’d be better if I just made you hate me, so we could spare ourselves the pain.”

Holy fuck.

Fuck.

Javier Peña had feelings for you.

You gulped and shook your head.

“That’s not your decision to make, Javi,” you said softly, your anger dissipating to a small simmer.

“I know, I realize that now and I’m sorry for doing that to you.”

Your eyes flooded with tears and you looked towards the ceiling in an effort to will them away. When you looked back down, Javier had stepped closer to you, his eyes just as tearful as yours. He extended his arms towards you hesitantly and you readily stepped into his embrace, hugging him tightly. He buried his face in your neck and placed a kiss on your pulse.

“I’m so sorry,” he repeated in a whisper.

“You can’t do that to me again. I won’t—I won’t be able to handle that.”

“I won’t, I promise.”

You pulled back and put your hands on his cheeks, thumbs stroking gently his skin.

“What are we gonna do?” you whispered.

“I… Maybe we can see where this goes. If you’re willing to try again with me?”

God, his warm brown eyes were so vulnerable and he was so nervous that you’d say no that you swear your heart broke for him then and there. You took a deep breath.

“We’ll have to keep it quiet. Otherwise, I’m probably gonna get shipped back on the next plane back to D.C. And no more shutting me out, Javi. This won’t work if you’re not willing to talk to me.”

“You’re right. I swear I’ll try for you, compañera.”

Your breath escaped your lips in a small chuckle and you shook your head before pressing your lips gently to his. He held you like a man lost in a desert, just discovering an oasis and you clutched his shoulders, as if afraid that he was going to disappear.

You tasted salt on his lips but you didn’t know if it was from your tears or his.

~~~

“So what did you mean when you first started calling me compañera?”

Javi chuckled and put his beer down on the table. He tightened his grip on you and placed a kiss on your shoulder.

You were sitting in Javier’s lap at the balcony of your apartment, enjoying one of your days off. The weather was absolutely perfect, the Medellín sun warming your face and the slight breeze providing a much needed cool-down from time to time.

You looked back at him with a grin, “You never did answer me.”

“Well,” he began, “It was partner at first. You had definitely proven yourself in my eyes and had an impressive record so I had respect for you. Then, I guess it kinda morphed into friend. You were always there when I needed you and you had my back when I was in a tight spot. Then, one day, you came to work with your hair down and I had an ‘oh shit’ moment.”

You laughed out loud. “Really? Me with my hair down made you realize you had feelings for me?”

“Shh, don’t interrupt me now, mi amor. So, yeah, at that point the rumors started that I was using compañera in its meaning for girlfriend and was deliberately doing that like a code or something, so people would get confused.”

“And yet you didn’t deny any of it.”

He smirked. “No, I guess I didn’t.”

You shook your head at his antics and turned around in his lap, now fully facing him.

“Eres un idiota,” (You’re an idiot.) you whispered against his lips before kissing him. You felt him smile and couldn’t help but smile, too, effectively ruining your kiss.

“Pero soy tu idiota,” (I’m your idiot, though.) Javi said, pecking your nose. You gazed at the man you loved so much, you’d lay down your life for him, admiring the way his disheveled hair tousled in the wind and the way his eyes shone in the sun. You found that there was no better sight in the world and you smiled softly.

“Yeah, I guess you are.”

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TLTNL- DETENTION WITH DOLORES

Lily watched Remus flip to the next chapter with a sense of foreboding. She couldn't help but notice a recurring pattern that every thirteenth chapter of these books seemed to be an extra stab of worse for her son. She supposed that mirror had been a bit of good and bad, but that diary and the time they'd all watched Sirius truly act like a madman, then of course the start to that wretched Tournament. She already could feel a burning hatred for Umbridge, what worse thing could happen this time?

Dinner that night was particularly unpleasant for Harry, as his shouting match seemed to be all everyone was talking about.

"Now that's saying something," James murmured as he shifted uneasily in his seat, he wasn't looking forward to Harry's reaction to this.

The worst part was no one was bothering to keep their voices down, almost as if hoping he'd start shouting the same thing at them as well.

Sirius huffed and muttered a bit about people who weren't them. He'd always loved attention, but this was ridiculous on the student's part.

Harry glared down at his meal as he demanded of his friends amongst the not so subtle whispers why they all believed his story at the end of last year, but now they wanted to hear this.

"Who says they did though?" Remus was frowning with sympathy. "Fudge is the perfect example of that, he was there when this was first being told and he flat out refused to hear this was true. The rest of the student body could have honestly been thinking the same thing as him, and then the Prophet just went and confirmed it."

Harry's face was flushing with anger as he fought so hard not to argue back, having to keep the very firm thought they were on his side and not to go at them like he had been towards Ron and Hermione. It was getting harder by the moment as he remembered the screams, what they all saw as he reappeared with Cedric's body! How could they just write that off! When Harry didn't respond, Remus didn't push him for an answer as he kept going.

Hermione told she didn't actually think so, before getting up and leaving the hall altogether.

Harry followed gratefully, Ron a little more reluctantly as he couldn't take the rest of his apple pie.

"A treasured friend, walking away from dessert," James mumbled.

They went into the nearest empty classroom for Harry to ask what she meant, and Hermione pleaded with him to see it from their end. He'd just reappeared with Cedric's body, and Dumbledore had told what had happened to him.

Harry all but screamed back that was the truth!

Lily was fidgeting in place for a multitude of reasons. Wanting to scold Harry again for talking to his friends that way, wanting to back him up because clearly the majority of that school needed their heads checked in thinking anything else had happened considering the evidence. Yet she could do neither of those things, and so was left to sit and squirm some more, ratcheting her frustrations further every moment.

Hermione frowned at him reproachfully as she said she was aware, but that didn't stop the rest of the students. Before the truth had sank in, they'd gone home for the summer to read all about Harry and Dumbledore being senile.

She ended there as they went back to their tower, where rain was still keeping the windows streaked, and there was still no light in Hagrid's cabin.

The Marauders exchanged an anxious look, but not one of them could come up with a comment to make Harry smile away this problem. They'd thought things would be getting better, at least a little more light now that he was back at school, but Harry didn't have the misadventures they made sure to get themselves up to, so it was getting rather hard to play off these very real problems of his.

The common room was still nearly empty with most eating, so they found Crookshanks by their favorite chairs by the fire. The cat at once leaped onto Hermione's lap and curled up there.

Sirius at least had seven years worth of material to talk about this all he wanted. "You know, I really pity those who had a cat allergy. Pomfrey kept them alive and everything, but there were at least a dozen of them in the common room alone at one time. Why are any pets besides owls allowed?"

"I always thought they were a bit of home comfort," Lily shrugged, though she'd never been allowed one until James got Hickory, her dorm mate had a cat that while wily, Lily adored, and in Mary's first few homesick week like all first years went through, seemed to be some comfort.

Sirius could have happily protested other aspects of this and kept going for hours, but then he realized the whole reason he was doing this was being ignored. Harry was gazing at nothing restlessly, rotationally rubbing at the back of his hand and flattening his hair. Clearly something was fixing to happen that was winding him up, even more worrying than his weighing thoughts about Hagrid or the rest of the start to his school year, so a small miracle occurred in that he silenced himself and let Remus keep going.

Harry gazed into the flames, feeling drained and exhausted.

Harry wasn't comforted he felt the same in here, though it was hardly past lunch. Having eaten a very early meal before meant he shouldn't expect a break for some time, though he knew he could get one if he asked. It was very tempting, but he knew it was really because he just didn't want to hear of something coming, so it's not as if he could delay that forever.

Hermione suddenly burst into speech about how Dumbledore had let his happen, that terrible woman teaching them in their OWL year!

"I'm confident your specific year was not on his mind when she was taken on," Remus chuckled.

"Yeah Harry, not everything's about you," James agreed.

"You know, in the book about your life," Lily rolled her eyes at the pair of them.

Harry reminded her they'd never had a good record of stellar teachers in this field.

When Sirius realized Remus wasn't going to react to that, Sirius decided to do it for him by lifting Remus' hand and pressing it to his heart as he tried to mimic his voice, "that hurt! Now I'm going to crawl away with a broken heart and sob in the corner-"

"Stop that you idiot," Remus finally tugged his arm free by whacking his hand with the book in his other.

Sirius rubbed at the spot, it was a big book, but he'd finally gotten a grin out of Harry for his antics so it had been worth it.

Hermione still couldn't believe someone had been employed who wouldn't even let them use magic, what was Dumbledore thinking?!

"Sadly, we can't blame this mess on him anymore than we could Lockhart," Remus groaned. "His last two appointees were clearly personal favors, and he's already run out of those with some stupendous consequences. I wish I was honestly more surprised the Ministry finally stepped in and tried to offer 'help' with this, and since he clearly couldn't' find anyone else to do the job," he trailed off with a sad sigh this had to fall on Harry.

Ron also reminded she was even trying to get the students to spy for her, reminding of her words she wanted people to tell if they heard someone mentioning You-Know-Who was back.

"I'm glad one of you caught that," James crinkled his nose in disgust.

"You didn't mention it," Lily rolled her eyes at him.

"Thought it went without saying in here how much we'd hate that," James shrugged.

Hermione snapped back that part had been obvious, why else would Fudge have wanted her here?

Harry all but begged them not to start arguing again, saying could they not just start on some homework.

"Merlin, you must be sick of them to rather be doing homework than listen to a classic," Sirius frowned in sympathy for Harry.

"I really was feeling exhausted after just the one day," Harry sighed, still rubbing in frustration at his forehead, his scar they all noticed. It left them all as uneasy as he was clearly feeling, as any rubbing at this from before never meant anything good.

Ron decided to start Snape's first,

"Suppose it is best to get the worst out of the way first," Sirius groaned.

and he began to write his name on the parchment as well as starting the first sentence, before looking hopefully at Hermione.

"I'm sure she was just stunned at such a thing happening," James snickered.

When she did not respond, he prompted her what the property of moonstones were and their uses in potions.

"Does he really never bother to crack open his own text first?" Remus sounded honestly amused.

"Why would he bother when he has a talking one right next to him most times," Harry chuckled.

Hermione wasn't even listening, but was instead gazing at Fred, George, and Lee Jordan who were surrounding a knot of first years and holding a paper bag and a clipboard.

Hermione hissed in frustration they'd gone to far, demanding Ron follow her.

Ron began a feeble protest they weren't doing anything wrong, but even as she spoke the Fainting Fancies kicked in as one by one the first years slumped in their seats, apparently knocked out by an invisible force.

"Merlin, that would actually terrify the piss out of teachers," Lily yipped in concern, she knew she'd be freaking out if she hadn't heard the reason for this.

"I'm sure it must come with some sort of warning label, be sure to tell your friends what you're fixing to do so they can give some loaded excuse and escort you out for the teacher." Sirius shrugged.

"Something harmless, like oh he skipped breakfast," James agreed, his eyes alight with fascination at these twins yet again.

Hermione wasn't waiting anymore as she marched over. Ron dithered for a moment before murmuring she had this covered, and folding himself tight into his seat.

"Out of the pair, I consider Hermione more intimidating anyways," Sirius snickered. "Best let her get her word in, Ron does much better keeping an eye on things."

She snapped at the twins that was enough!

George agreed happily enough, saying this dose was plenty strong enough.

Remus snorted hard at the two just carrying on without a single care of her. That was a bit dumb on their part, even without all they knew about Hermione, you'd think the twins would find her some form of a threat.

Hermione persisted they were not to test this rubbish on students!

Fred replied they were being paid.

"I really don't find that the point right now," Lily shook her head.

Hermione wasn't letting go, saying this could be dangerous!

Lee brushed her off, saying they were coming around now. Indeed as Lee had been going around popping orange bites into their mouth, almost instantly their eyes fluttered, and they began to sit up. By the surprise on some faces, Harry felt sure they hadn't been warned what the sweet would do.

"Why's that?" Sirius did look confused at this choice. "Should have prepared them, better results when they ask how soon they felt the effects coming on."

"I can see the benefit," Remus said grudgingly, "if they expected it, then they would have been waiting for the feeling, and that could have preemptively made the feeling occur."

"They're probably doing both scenarios with different groups," James concluded.

George kindly asked one little girl how she was feeling, as she said just fine. Fred declared this as excellent and began marking something on his clipboard, but Hermione shrieked it was not excellent!

Fred scowled at her, reminding they were alive.

"Well yes, that is the bright side," James chuckled.

Hermione snarled at them they still couldn't do this, it could make them ill!

George insisted since they'd tested everything on themselves first it was low risk, they just wanted to make sure everyone had the same-

Hermione cut him off by promising she wasn't going to let them do this.

Fred just laughed her off, saying what could she do to them?

George suddenly mimed in fear of having to write lines.

The back of Harry's hand tingled worse than ever, and he began rubbing at that instead of his scar for once in remembered pain as he gazed down at the white mark. It was extremely faded, clearly years old and the words no longer legible, but he could feel now more than ever he was about to get an answer to this scar, and he knew he wasn't going to like it.

Onlookers all over the room were laughing.

"Hermione really is making a spectacle of herself," Sirius shook his head, none of them noticing Harry's moment.

Hermione drew herself up to her full height; her eyes were narrowed and her bushy hair seemed to crackle with electricity.

Harry was thankfully distracted from his moment anyways by that vivid mental image while those around him snickered as they visualized it.

She instead said in a commanding voice that she would write their mother.

The scandalized looks on everyone normally would have been enough to make someone laugh, but that really had been too far on Hermione's part. First trying to pin the brothers against each other last year, now this, she truly was interfering in far too much outside of her friend's brother's lives with that statement. The Marauders knew they would have lost their temper in that moment had it been them. Privacy was of the utmost importance to them considering what they got up to in school, and if Regulus had ever tried a thing like that against them, even if it would have no effect, it would not have gone over well.

George tried to say she wouldn't, while taking a feared step back from her.

Harry gave a hard laugh for the dramatics he wished the others would join in on. Hermione was still his friend even if she was being too heavy handed right then, and those angry faces all for her really were making him uncomfortable.

Hermione insisted oh yes she would.

The twins just stood there, thunderstruck, clearly their expressions read she'd hit below the belt.

"Course it is," James' scowl had not lessened one little bit.

"Dad," Harry couldn't help but snap at him for that.

"She should know better than anyone what it is to keep to themselves," James was not backing down. "They're not hurt and this really doesn't have anything to do with her."

"She's not here to defend herself," Harry wasn't letting go either, "and I'm sure if she was she'd be saying it was her job as Prefect to keep an eye on them, and not let them go too far."

"They haven't even gotten close," Lily rolled her eyes as she jumped in, "and James quit having a go at Hermione because of everything she does."

Her glaring at the two managed to put a stop to them for now even if they both did look wrinkled.

Hermione gave them one last warning look before heading back to where Harry had been watching, and Ron now had his nose pressed to his knees in an effort not to watch.

"I'm sure that was the best position available at the time," Remus muttered.

Hermione gave Ron an acidic thanks for his help.

"Please don't tell me she's going at him next," James huffed for Lily alone, "I wouldn't ask Sirius to back me up if I was having a go at you."

"It's not entirely the same," Lily sighed in his ear, "her heart's in the right place, she's just looking out for those little kids."

"The twins aren't going to hurt them," he insisted, "and Hermione's nosing into people's business."

"She always has though, and you thought it was plenty of fun against Rita last time," Lily softly rebuked. "You can't pick and choose when it's fun to watch her do this."

"Different situation," he began to hiss back, but she raised a brow which made him stop and realize he was saying exactly what she just had. He crossed his arms and finished with a huff, while Remus had been ignoring their not very subtle whispered argument.

Then she declared she couldn't concentrate on anything anymore and went up to bed.

"Wow, good to know Ron's found a way to distract Hermione from homework, could come in handy for the future," Sirius chuckled on Ron's behalf.

She wrenched her school bag back open, but instead of putting away her books, she instead took out a misshapen woolly something and set it on the table, before throwing some collective broken quills and scraps of paper on top of it.

Ron asked what she was doing as if fearing for her sanity.

"I'm already at that level," Remus huffed.

Hermione explained they were hats for the house-elves, she made them over the summer. She was really slow at knitting without magic, but now she was back at school she should be making much more.

There was a long, heavy moment of silence before Sirius burst out laughing. Remus joined in, but there was a hard edge as he kept staring down at this new act of hers.

"This is another level of conceited," James didn't look remotely amused at the idea. "Just where did she get the idea that she can set other people's creatures free? That's like if someone took Crookshanks from her and tried to set it loose in the wild."

"You did just equate house-elves to animals," Lily said grudgingly, very clearly trying not to sound accusing, but failing a bit. "Honestly, would it be so bad if they worked for these families voluntarily rather than slavery. If the house-elves wanted to come back then of course Dumbledore would let them, but now they'd be there because they clearly wanted to be, that could teach Hermione a very important lesson."

"You lot are missing the point," Sirius brushed his hair out of his face impatiently as his mirth filled eyes looked on at all of them not getting the joke. "This is all pointless on her part, because it won't work! Even when they do pick those up, they'll throw them in the bin, or the laundry, or lost and found! Hermione's not their master, she can't release them. This girl has no clue what she's doing."

"She's clearly going after Harry's idea and tricking them into freedom," Remus agreed, "but she seems to have missed the important detail of Malfoy having been the one to do so for Dobby."

"Well now I'm just curious if Harry points this out," James released a grudging laugh, "because he clearly hadn't thought of this," seeing the contemplative look on his face as he realized this at the same time as them.

Ron frowned angrily at the idea, saying she shouldn't just trick them into freedom, what if they didn't want it.

Hermione snapped that of course they did!

James still couldn't erase a scowl for her arrogance coming through yet again. Exactly how much did Hermione know of these creatures? They hadn't heard much of her looking into this past her disgust of them not being mentioned in history books, and Harry clearly didn't know as he wasn't keeping good tabs on Hermione's adventures of this.

She then warned Ron against doing anything against those hats before really going to bed, but the moment she was out of sight Ron at least brushed the rubbish off the hats, saying they should at least see what they were picking up.

Sirius was still snickering as he knew it made no difference either way, while at least James looked appeased with Ron's attempts.

He rolled up the start of his homework as well, saying there was no point trying without her around, asking without hope if Harry knew anything about moonstones?

"They invented this thing, it's called a textbook," Lily said conversationally. "Has he never bothered to crack it open before now?"

"Never had to, Hermione's really always been around when we do our homework, and she helps a lot more than she admits," Harry shrugged.

"How do you lot survive when you weren't speaking in third year, or even when she wasn't around at the end of your second?" Sirius couldn't help but laugh at Harry's sheepish face.

"A lot of her notes," he muttered, "she wrote ahead a lot, and we filched them from her when she left them out a lot at night."

"Well at least that's some form of study, even if it is from her rather than the source she got it from," Remus snorted.

Harry admitted he knew nothing of it, and knowing he'd regret this later, went off to bed as well. He passed Seamus on the way to the stairs, who opened his mouth as if to say something, but Harry walked past too fast to hear.

"Probably a good thing," Lily sighed, "as I doubt he was going to be saying anything too pleasant less than a day later."

None of the boys entirely agreed, a good fight actually could have done some good in relieving Harry's stress, as they'd found in their youth, though usually that was geared more towards their pranks than an argument.

The next day began the same, in weather and disappointment of still no Hagrid. Ron at least had the cheerful thought of no Snape.

"It's nice to have someone pointing out the bright side on their end as well," Remus smiled.

Hermione seemed pleased enough though as she told over breakfast her hats were gone, looks like the elves did want to be free.

James was still shaking his head in disbelief at Hermione's naivety showing at every aspect of this situation.

Ron pointed out they might not even count those as clothes, they looked more like woolly bladders to him.

Harry was the only one who managed to resist a snort of laughter with great restraint.

Hermione did not speak to him all morning.

"I'm sure that was his goal honestly," Sirius snickered.

Double Charms then double Transfiguration took up their morning, both teachers beginning with yet more lectures about their coming OWLs.

"All of the teachers will," Lily sighed, "as if we couldn't remember without them adding to the stress of it all."

Professor Flitwick began these should be given very serious thought as they would define their future careers.

"That's implying he has any thoughts though," James said loudly before his friend could get halfway through a joke.

"Prongs!" Sirius spluttered protest at once.

"Not as fun when someone else does it, eh?" James smirked with utter pleasure.

"Isn't this what started the war, and at some point we just let him win," Remus groaned.

"I have far more material, I got eleven years of making this shit up before you lot could even get a chance getting started," Sirius huffed, a challenging look still gleaming in his eyes promising payback to his best friend.

They spent the morning revisiting Summoning Charms, which Flitwick assured would appear on these important finals, before setting up their largest homework assignment yet.

"You are depressing me with all of these flashbacks I'm getting," Remus groaned.

Transfiguration was possibly worse, McGonagall beginning they would not pass their OWLs without serious application.

"When did my middle name change to application?" Sirius demanded practically before Remus had finished the word with a hard look at James.

James was now resisting the urge to get up and strangle him.

She believed everyone in here was capable of passing if they put the work in, while Neville made a sad little noise of disbelief.

"Aww," Lily uttered sadly, wishing she could pass the poor boy along her notes or something. This wasn't her best class either, but at least she'd held confidence while trying.

McGonagall noticed, turning full attention on him and insisting that yes, he too could. His only restraint was his own lack of confidence.

They all smiled widely for that, often times just instilling confidence in someone could help them more with their work, and they hoped that helped Neville. In that moment, Harry honestly would have bet on it.

They began the lesson with attempting to vanish snails, and by the end of the lesson neither boy had even slightly managed it, though Hermione had on her third attempt. She was the only one not given the homework of practicing.

Now panicking at their pileup of work, the two boys skipped lunch in favor of trying to cobble together something for the moonstone essay while Hermione refused to join them, clearly still angry at Ron for his hat crack.

"I think Ron needs to make a chart to help him maintain when he should be insulting Hermione, and be sure to keep homework help times in big red letters to avoid that," Remus was trying hard not to laugh as he said.

"That is far too much work, he may as well just do the homework by that point," James rolled his eyes.

By the time they reached Care of Magical Creatures in the afternoon, Harry's head was aching again.

"It's only the second day," Lily said with worry. "Honestly Harry, you act as if school's new to you, I'm sure you'll fall back into your routine soon."

"It just felt, off this year," he struggled to explain even as he already felt a sharp pain returning for even trying to speak about something he had no clue should bother him.

It wasn't hard to realize that something was bothering him this year in particular, even more than last if that was possible, and it was frustrating none of them could think how to help because they weren't even sure of what the problem was yet.

At least the rain had stopped, so they stepped out towards the forest in a cool mist. They reached Hagrid's cabin only just in front of the usual band of Slytherins snickering away, and judging by the looks Harry was receiving, it wasn't difficult to guess the joke.

"Knew you had to inherit some of my brains," Lily poked fun at her husband's expense.

"I'll have you know I got an O in my sarcasm OWL dear," James batted his eyes at her.

"Who set it, Remus or Sirius?" Harry couldn't help but snip.

All three denied answering.

Even unsurprised, Harry was still disappointed to find Professor Grubbly-Plank heading the class, standing in front of a table that just seemed to hold a pile of twigs.

"Sounds like bowtruckles," Remus couldn't seem to stop himself answering, while Sirius rolled his eyes and just thanked Merlin he wasn't inserting other trivia in between already.

Once the class had assembled and the teacher asked if anyone would like to say what these were, Hermione's hand shot up at once. Malfoy did a foul impression of her from behind, while Pansy began laughing, causing one to stir and the class to leap back in shock. It was a very tiny creature with twig like arms and feet than ended in double needle sharp claws, with only tiny brown eyes to show intelligence.

"My dad once had a chap around who had one of those as a pet, road around on his shoulder," Remus smiled in remembrance.

"So your dad knew the same kind of strange people you do," Sirius surmised, as Remus sometimes enjoyed inviting people over who could have a friendly discussion about magical creatures, of course none ever stayed long.

Parvati and Lavender ooed at once at the sight, while Harry's irritation ratcheted up at once. They acted as if Hagrid never showed anything impressive. Admittedly the flobberworms and been a flop, but they'd seen hippogriffs and salamanders. Though perhaps the blast-ended skrewts had been too much so.

"That about covered it," James snickered.

Grubbly-Plank kept all attention by saying to keep their voices down, then turning to Miss Granger.

Hermione began at once they were bowtruckles, tree-guardians who prefered wand-trees.

The teacher gave five points to Gryffindor for the correct answer, then asked if anyone knew their food preference.

Hermione at once said woodlice but they would go for fairy eggs. Even as Harry watched Grubbly-Plank threw down some brown grains that wriggled slightly.

"Nothing yet to add Moony?" Sirius was clearly challenging, so knowing whether Remus answered or not he'd get mocked for doing so, Remus looked him in the eye and said, "a group of bowtruckles is called a branch."

Sirius just rolled his eyes, but he couldn't pretend he was surprised.

Hermione got another five for the correct answer before Grubbly-Plank went into more details about how it was wise to have a gift of woodlice at the ready when trying to interact with bowtruckles, otherwise they would become angry and try to gouge out your eyes.

James had only vaguely heard of these things from Remus, so though he'd heard this fun fact, he still rubbed at the corner of his eye protectively.

She instructed them all to take some woodlice, and then select a bowtruckle and draw a diagram of the creatures, to be handed in end of lesson.

As the class moved forward, Harry circled around instead to ask the teacher where Hagrid was.

"Why would she know?" Remus shook his head sadly for Harry. "She's only the substitute, you should take that up with Dumbledore."

"Well as I'm still rather annoyed at him for ignoring me all summer, better to start with her," Harry sighed.

She brushed him off with a never you mind, much the same response he'd gotten when this happened last year.

"I see she still fails to see Harry as Hagrid's friend instead of a nosy kid," James huffed.

Smirking as he came over, Malfoy leaned in and whispered that the oaf had probably got himself injured.

Harry snapped back for him to shut his mouth or he'd be getting his own.

"Why wait for that?" Sirius' teeth were already bared for a fight.

Malfoy persisted the elephant man had perhaps even been messing with things that were too big even for him.

All of them fidgeted in unease for that. It wasn't a good thing at all that just by this little comment, they all understood the Death Eaters were aware of Hagrid's involvement, but that didn't stop Remus frowning in confusion, "I don't understand why he knows about this? Surely his father doesn't let him in on Death Eater meetings?"

"Who knows?" James shrugged, "a lot of the kids we knew in school who turned into that lot sure seemed to know a lot more than they should have, and I'll bet you anything that's because of what their parents told them and what they strung together. Wouldn't surprise me Malfoy's in the same boat."

Lily didn't comment, as she was chewing hard on her lip in concern for what could be happening to Hagrid, and why they Death Eaters would know anything about what was going on with him, unless they'd had a go at him. Surely Hagrid was strong enough to resist such a thing, right?

Malfoy walked away still smirking at Harry, who now felt sick. Did Malfoy know something? His father was a Death Eater after all; what if he had information about Hagrid's fate that had not yet reached the ears of the Order?

"Dumbledore would know if something happened to Hagrid," Remus said with as much confidence as he could. "Besides, he most likely had Maxime go with him if you remember, and you have to be a fully trained wizard to be a Headmistress, so there's just no way they could subdue both Hagrid and her and the Order wouldn't know about it."

"Yeah, Malfoy's just full of it as always, Hagrid'll be back at Hogwarts before you know it," James said with absolute conviction.

Harry still felt the panic flaring in him, yet when his dad mentioned Hagrid back at Hogwarts Harry did feel a bit of peace. He was sure in that moment he would see Hagrid again, so he did take a deep breath and settled back down.

Harry went back to where his friends were already getting started with their drawing, and confessed what little Malfoy had said. Hermione at once said Dumbledore would know if something had happened to Hagrid.

Remus kept reading on very loudly before Sirius could make that stupid joke as well.

It was just Malfoy trying to get under Harry's skin, Harry shouldn't react, that would only show what they didn't know.

"You don't know exactly what's going on," Sirius was clearly still sore about that.

Malfoy was speaking loudly to his own group about how his father would be very pleased about this change in staffing and it was more likely going to be permanent. Even if that overgrown moron came back, he'd be leaving just as soon.

"I like to think that miserable old Umbridge woman would be first out the door," Lily said in disgust. "At least Trelawney pretends to teach, that woman can't even accomplish that."

"It's breaking my heart to realize Snape will be of more use this year than that toad," James agreed in disgust.

Harry suddenly yelped in pain. He'd been holding the bowtruckle for his friends to draw the face, and he'd held it a bit to hard upon hearing Malfoy's words, causing the creature to react by slashing the back of his hand and blood to appear.

Harry rubbed the back of his right hand in the remembered pain, inspecting the wound critically, but that had been no where near deep enough to leave those scars, nor at all explained his unsettled feeling about them.

Remus was tisking sadly Harry had nearly hurt that creature due to his not paying attention, but couldn't bring himself to say anything as he knew Harry hadn't meant any real harm.

Harry dropped it on instinct and it took off running, while his hand dropped little spots of blood on his own still blank parchment. When the bell rang he rolled it shut still empty and marched off to his next class with Malfoy's laugh still echoing in his ear.

"That's enough to cause anyone a moment of detention," Lily said grimly, she couldn't stand watching someone suffer while being laughed at.

"I thought you were supposed to turn that in at the beginning of class," Remus said in confusion.

"She didn't ask anyone to turn them in, suppose she forgot," Harry shrugged, the whole class had walked away and she hadn't stopped them anyways.

Harry seethed that if Hagrid was insulted one more time, but Hermione cut off Harry shouldn't be picking fights with Malfoy, he was a prefect now, he could make life difficult for Harry.

"As opposed to?" Sirius burst out.

Harry sarcastically returned what a difficult life would be like. Ron laughed, but Hermione frowned.

"When is the last time I've ever heard her laugh at a joke?" James huffed even while he was smiling a bit himself at his sons accuracy.

They huddled outside the greenhouses while Harry groaned he just wished Hagrid would come back already, then turned on Hermione and at once said she'd better not say that Grubbly-Plank woman was a better teacher.

"Honestly Harry, I wish you wouldn't do that," Lily groaned in dismay. "She's a right to her opinion if she does think that woman's a better teacher."

"Well she could at least pretend like she'd be offended like the rest of us," Harry wasn't letting go. "He's hardly had as much of a chance, she could cut him some slack and show some concern for things other than house-elves."

"She most certainly does when it counts," Lily said firmly, causing Harry to wince and back down for now.

Hermione wasn't phased, as Harry kept going that woman would never be as good as Hagrid, well aware he'd just had a good Care of Magical Creatures class, and he was thoroughly annoyed by it.

"As am I when I enjoy a class, it's just unnatural," Sirius tried to lighten the mood, but was ignored.

The door opened and a group of fourth years came out, including Ginny and Luna. The moment the later spotted him, she marched right up to Harry,

"Well this should be interesting," Remus said honestly, he still hadn't quite formed an opinion of her, but he felt like he was fixing to with that kind of introduction.

eyes wide as ever, though a new addition of having what resembled radishes for earrings. Without any preliminary hello or anything though, she declared loud enough for all to hear she believed He Who Must Not Be Named was back and that Harry had fought him and lived.

"Well okay then," James blinked spastically at such an abrupt change of topic, before smiling widely, "I officially like her."

"She can read all the wonky magazines she likes so long as her head stays on straight," Sirius agreed with a happy smile.

Even as Lily and Remus agreed they couldn't help an eyeroll for the two having to phrase it like that.

Harry gave her an awkward thanks, while behind Parvati and Lavender were gesturing at her earlobes and giggling.

"Just what is so funny about that?" Lily rolled her eyes in annoyance at such a trivial thing to her.

Luna seemed under the impression they were laughing at her words and not jewelry as she told them they could laugh,

"I'm sure it's a combination of both actually," Harry said indulgently, wishing he'd done more to thank Luna at the time for the support he'd been wanting.

but people used to not believe in the Crumple-Horned Snorkack either.

"Err," Siris said in confusion, looking to Moony for some kind of answer on that, but he just gave the same unknown shrug back.

Hermione frowned impatiently that society had been right about that one, those had never been proven as real.

James began scratching at his ear as he stated, "okay, now I'm confused, who's wrong there?"

"I'd guess, err," Sirius looked torn, thinking Hermione would normally be the one to know such a thing, but Luna had seemed to speak with certainty of the exact opposite.

"Honestly what does it matter," Harry still had that smile in place, "she can believe in Father Christmas and not think Hippogriffs are real for all I care."

No one could argue with that, it was too nice to hear of someone having no relation to Harry sticking up for him, it spoke of just how equal the grounds of Hogwarts could be on this subject, hopefully.

Luna gave Hermione a withering look as she walked away, Parvati and Lavender laughing louder than ever.

Harry turned on his friend and snapped at her not to go offending the people who actually believed him.

"You got her on that one Harry," James snickered.

Hermione dissed he could do better than her.

"How so?" Sirius snipped. "I don't see anyone else lining up to say the same for Harry outright like that, I admire the girl for it."

Ginny had spoken of Luna to her, and apparently the only things she believed were things no one could prove.

"Why do I get the feeling that's not actually what Ginny had said," Remus frowned.

Harry thought of the sinister horses pulling the carriages this year and suddenly wondered if Luna had been lying about seeing them as well.

"I sincerely doubt her belief in, ah, certain creatures equates to outright lying about seeing something that is real," Remus defended.

Before he could think on it further, Ernie Macmillan came forward.

"Well this should be interesting," James muttered, his lip already trying to curl up in disdain for the last time he really remembered this boys opinion and it putting Harry so low.

He made sure his voice carried to everyone as well that it wasn't just weirdos who believed Harry.

"Well I guess I'll take that," Sirius was trying hard to fight back a smile for this display, but at least this little twit he remembered was on the right person's side this time.

He believed Harry, and offered his hand to shake. Harry thanked him as well, thinking that while Ernie was known for being pompous, Harry would deeply appreciate any vote of confidence that didn't come from someone wearing vegetables for earrings.

"You really took that one personally didn't you?" Lily giggled. "What if Cho started wearing an onion for a necklace?"

"I'll get back to you on that one," Harry laughed easily, this really had been just what he needed to calm his mind it seemed.

Ernie's words had wiped the smile off Lavender's face, while Seamus' expression looked confused and defiant.

"Guess it's better than outright hostile," Remus sympathized.

Professor Sprout had them all come inside then, and to no one's surprise began this lesson with more talk of OWLs.

"You'd really think at some point the teachers compared notes to realize, not all of them needed to do that!" James groaned.

Harry wished she wouldn't, it only made him remember his piles of homework, and how he couldn't get any of it done as five o'clock rolled around and he had to go to his detention.

"I did that most night anyways," Sirius agreed. "Far too much effort to track all the way up there just to come right back down for some grub, the bag slips under the bench easy enough."

He planned on only bolting down a few bites of dinner before facing whatever she had in store for him.

The ease Harry had felt for just that small moment was already vanishing at the mention of this all over again, he was already resisting the temptation to snap the book shut on Remus' fingers and hide it from sight. He hadn't felt this anxious since his fight with his dad at the Dursley mentionings, what on earth was fixing to happen to him?

He'd barely entered the Hall when Angelina caught up to him screaming his last name.

"I can imagine it," James winced but kept that mutter to himself as he figured Harry wouldn't much appreciate it.

She marched right up to him and poked him in the chest as she demanded to know why he'd landed himself in detention this Friday!

"It was hardly put into his planner on purpose," Sirius began defending at once.

It took him a moment to register why this would upset her so, before remembering Keeper tryouts.

She snarled at him how she'd wanted everyone there, and now he'd decided he wasn't going to be.

"It's not as if he's going on a date instead," James defended that one. "No one plans for this nonsense!"

Harry snapped back he hadn't decided anything, this was Umbridge's fault because he'd told the truth about Voldemort.

Angelina said he needed to go right back and tell her he needed Friday off.

"Not a teacher on earth would let you get away with that," Remus stated at once, gazing at the book like Angelina had lost her mind. "I can imagine even McGonagall scolding you for suggesting otherwise no matter her love for her team."

She didn't care if he said You-Know-Who was a figment of his imagination, just do it!

"The pathetic part is, that may actually work on this woman," Lily said in disgust.

Harry watched her storm away and said to his friends that perhaps they should look up Puddlemere United and ask if Oliver was still breathing, because Angelina seemed to be channeling his spirit.

That garnered a giggle from them, even if it wasn't a strong one for how down they could all tell he was for this now hanging over his head. Harry was at least trying to silently convince himself that's what made this detention feel so awful, that he'd already let Angelina down because of it...

Still, he nursed the idea of trying to do two extra detentions for Umbridge if she'd let him off for Friday.

"I can't even picture Flitwick taking pity on you and accepting that," Lily sighed.

Harry finally went inside and sat down for his dinner, counting off his ridiculous amount of homework he still had to do. Ron tacked on it was also going to rain tonight.

"What does that have to do with homework?" Lily blinked in confusion.

"It certainly sets a glum mood, but sunshine's no better, then you just want to be outside," Remus shrugged for the odd comment, while James and Sirius exchanged a speculative look.

Hermione asked what that had to do with homework, and Ron instantly said nothing while turning red.

Sirius mock wiped a tear from his face at the other three's confused looks for that, saying, "I'm just so proud of his wondrous lying skills, you think he'll give me lessons?"

"You certainly don't need them in theatrics," Remus rolled his eyes.

Harry bade his friends goodnight and went off to Umbridge's office on the third floor. He'd been here on three separate occasions. While it was Lockhart's, it had been covered in portraits of the man. When Lupin's, you were more likely to find the next dark creature they'd be studying in some kind of holding.

"Would you two let it go," he groaned before they could again comment on his odd habit of doing that, or even worse, tell him that was still the best option.

When the fake Moody's it was filled with broken instruments to detect dark deeds.

If Harry hadn't all those previous experiences, he'd have thought he'd walked into the wrong room now. Every surface was covered with pink, every item had a lacy doily, and there were so many pictures of kittens scattered about the wall it created a painful technicolor watching them move about. He stood there transfixed with horror until Umbridge spoke.

Remus' face was flushed with absolute disgust by the end of this, and he hardly needed to look up to see that mirrored on everyone else. Lily even had the urge to go hunt down Hickory and make certain her pet wouldn't befall such a travesty as that mental torture chamber was causing her mind's eye.

She greeted him with a good evening, and it took Harry a moment to pick her out among her own pink outfit.

"I'm going to be sick," Sirius vowed, thankful there wasn't a spot of pink inside this room or he really might have been.

Harry gave the stiff greeting she expected, before she indicated a desk near her own for him to sit at, which housed a blank sheaf of parchment and a long black quill Harry had never seen before.

He passed that over without much thought as he tried to ask Umbridge for a favor.

"I didn't believe you were really going to go through with it," Remus turned disbelieving eyes on Harry. "You must know you've a better chance getting Snape to wash his hair."

The insult had been a default, but he was surprised when Lily smiled just for a moment before shooting him a nasty look as he quickly kept going.

He explained his status on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and his obligation to be there Friday, so perhaps he could do that detention for her another time that night?

He trailed off near the end, long since knowing the answer to be expected by the look on her face.

"I could have told you that before you walked in," James sighed for his poor son.

She seemed almost delighted to tell him this would not be so, this was further punishment for his spreading of nasty, attention seeking stories.

They all flushed with renewed hatred at that woman phrasing this as such. At this point they'd pay Harry just to skip all of her detentions and see what kind of fallout that caused, hopefully it would be taken up with Dumbledore or something and he'd step in for Harry having to suffer anymore time with this vile amphibian.

She found this a good thing he was missing something so important to him, it would reinforce the lesson she was teaching.

"I'll shove that lesson so far up your arse even your extended tongue couldn't reach it with help from a Ton Tongue Toffee," Sirius hissed with pure vile.

She was watching him with those wide set eyes, her pouchy mouth smiling as sweetly as ever, as Harry felt the blood surge through him for what she called his truth.

With massive effort, he put his bag down and sat in the indicated chair.

"Remind me to help refill McGonagall's biscuit tin for her," Lily said with just a touch of relief. She would never be against her son standing up for himself, but there was a time and place as well. He was already in enough trouble with this, no need to keep stirring the shit pot.

Umbridge said sweetly he was already learning to mind his temper.

"No thanks to your slimy arse," James snarled.

Then she told him he was to be doing lines.

"That's it?" Remus cocked his head in confusion, all so thrown by such an oddly mundane task they failed to notice Harry now clasping the back of his right hand so tightly in his left he would leave a bruise there soon.

"I half expected her to ask you to help remove her warts or something," Sirius tacked on, while Remus kept going now just out of disgust to get away from that mental image.

He went for his bag, but she corrected he was to be using the one on the desk.

Both of Harry's hands were now shaking so hard he couldn't even hide them from sight if he'd tried, his sleeves would start trembling just as bad. Lily caught sight of this and gave him a concerned look, but she was floored from asking by her mind failing how to phrase the question. Nothing like this should be causing him to look like that...

She told him to write I must not tell lies.

Harry asked how many times with an almost passable attempt at politeness.

"You've far more talent than I do," James snapped.

She said as long as it took for the message to sink in.

Harry couldn't seem to stop himself as he jumped to his feet, wringing the back of his hand anxiously as he avoided all eyes. He could feel it, that need to run and duck for cover, to warn them they were fixing to find out something he did not need to be told they weren't going to like, and yet the words refused to come to him as always, leaving him simmering with an urge he physically could not act on and a complete mess for it.

"Harry what on earth-" they tried in concern, but one hard shake of his head was all the reminder they needed he could not answer, so Remus went back to the book while now on the edge of his seat.

She moved over to her desk, sat down and bent over a stack of parchment that looked like essays for marking.

"It's only the second day?" Sirius quickly butted in with confusion to try and take Harry's mind off whatever he was fixing to relive. "Surely it's paperwork from her job at the Ministry or something."

Harry didn't even give an acknowledgment he'd heard.

Harry raised his quill to start, before pausing in confusion he hadn't been given ink.

She gave a trilling laugh before saying he wouldn't be needing that.

Four very confused brows went up at that, all of them still watching Harry mender to the doorway and back as if forcing himself not to run from the room from some reaction he seemed to be expecting from them. Odd as this was, Remus still couldn't find anything to indicate what the bloody hell had him so turned up.

Harry placed the point of the quill on the paper and wrote: I must not tell lies.

James opened his mouth in confusion, he still couldn't understand how he was writing anything without the ink, but he was still watching Harry with worry so at first missed the odd sound of Remus' voice taking on the new tone as he read out the answer.

Then he gasped in pain. The words appeared on the parchment in bright red, while at the same time they'd also appeared across the back of his hand in his own handwriting. As he watched, the words vanished from sight, leaving the back of his hand smooth as before.

For just a moment, Remus had looked almost politely puzzled at what he was reading, his mind trying to understand the idea of this thing. Then his mouth went dry, and he was hardly able to finish what he was saying as his vision blurred, and he like everyone else was once again looking where Harry was deftly trying to hide his hand from sight.

It wasn't even kind of working, as on his next hesitant steps through the room James managed to snag his elbow, and almost gently lifted his left away to gaze at the faded white pattern. The words were not legible, but the area was indeed much more faded than the rest of his hand, and now that he knew what he was looking for, the odd shape of it did indeed indicate the misshapen spot could be letters too blurred over time.

Lily began in a deadly quiet voice, "don't you dare tell me that is what you are to be using all night."

Harry was gently trying to tug his arm away to get a release from James now as he calmly answered, "I believe so."

Sirius hardly heard the reply as he was on his feet with such a deep throated growl he was as likely as Moony to rip someone's throat out in a moment. For now he could only physically act by kicking the table, causing it to flip and break into several pieces against the fireplace across the room. It did nothing to alleviate the need he had to do this to that woman's face.

No one stopped him as he pulled out his wand and the rest of the table shattered into splinters, but sadly the noise caused just as loud a raucous upstairs that had Lily sprinting out of sight, though she was moving more from memory than anything as she could hardly see straight through her anger.

Harry finally got his arm free from his dad, who simply sat there gazing at nothing but seeing pink. Harry looked at all of them, visibly white and shaking from anger, while he still rubbed at the back of his hand as he couldn't think of a thing to say. This wasn't like at the Dursleys, he wasn't going to bother with futile attempts to put them at ease because he honestly felt just as angry as them.

His mother came back with an eerily blank face, somehow all the scarier she was holding her infant. Harry nearly ducked for cover as she drew her wand as well, but all she did was repair the damaged table, and laid her infant son down on the floor with his blanket and made a little mobile appear above him. There was a stag, a gray and black dog, and a broom hanging from it, and as she gave it a tap for it to begin, it began humming a little melody Harry vaguely recognized as his mother's voice from the other day.

"I am going to kill her." The cold, simple way she said it made Harry's skin crawl as she stood back up and marched back to her place next to James. "No one leaves a mark on you like that-"

"Merlin's shit she's as bad as Voldemort!" Sirius cut her off with a still roaring howl that was definitely the cause of the babies continued wailing. Sirius physically bit his tongue to convince himself to stop, leaving the crying echoing in the background of all their minds feeling oddly appropriate until his toy caught his attention again and the tears cut off.

Harry shifted restlessly from foot to foot in the uncomfortable silence that followed, but still was drawing a blank on anything to say, so though he knew it would do no good, he couldn't think of anything else to do but to go over to Remus and try to tug the book away.

Remus gave him a hard look, his voice barely controlled calm, "unless you're suppressing the reaction to curse her where she sits and go to Dumbledore, I don't quite think we're done talking."

Harry sighed with unease, but didn't bother to deny the thought hadn't even crossed his mind, as the others seemed to know full well. He did still try to explain himself, "what good would it do to let her think this bothered me?" He quickly finished his own question before anyone could interrupt, "no more good than if I'd gone to Dumbledore. If he let her into that school, there was nothing he could do about the detentions she set." He finished by crossing his arms defiantly. "I'm there because she thinks I'm a stupid attention seeking child, and she won't get me to back down because of this." He faltered just a bit though, when their stone like faces now held tones of disbelief.

"Harry," Lily began in a forced calm voice that was scaring him more than if she'd been screaming. "There is a time and place for you to stand up for yourself, but-"

James cut her off, beginning to lose his own battle and starting to shout as well, "she was actually torturing you Harry! Not some joke like Filch always was, this is wrong!"

Harry kept himself stiff for the argument, but was surprised he could feel himself wavering in the face of their concern. He could already feel he had this argument with someone else, he sincerely doubted Umbridge herself, and he'd won during those times, yet there was something about looking at his parents in particular, their deep concern and anger for this that really drove home for him he may have bitten off more than he could chew with this one. He at least had the vague, almost hopeful impression he wrote to Sirius about something soon, so he gave in for now and hoped that would appease them when he most likely came to that conclusion in his own time.

Remus watched him back down with as much defense as anyone stopping an argument could have, and it made him wish he'd vomit already rather than have this feeling sitting inside him. If he was acting this way towards them, would Umbridge perhaps be even worse than this? He couldn't imagine that being possible, but the person who was having his nephew carve his hand open like that would now be held in the same light as the Dursleys or Voldemort.

Harry looked round at Umbridge. She was watching him, her wide, toadlike mouth stretched in a smile.

Lily'd had many moments she wanted more than anything to be there for her son, but none so violent before now. What this cretin was doing to her baby had her already cataloging a few of her favorite fire charms for starters.

She asked what he was waiting for, and Harry said nothing as he turned back and began again. The same thing happened, this time the mark taking an extra second to vanish.

James was fighting hard with the resistance he was having to hold not to run his fist through a wall imagining it a toad like face. This just had to be illegal, and if he didn't hear about Sirius bursting in soon to show his idea of this James wasn't going to be able to hold himself still much longer.

On it went, again and again Harry wrote the words on the parchment in what he soon came to realized was his own blood.

Remus had sadly already guessed that part. The red haze tinting the edge of his vision hadn't left since that realization, as somehow this was still by far the worst thing they'd yet to read. Hearing of Voldemort attacking Harry was equal, but even this was starting to surpass that. Least that madman was honest about his intentions and had never hidden the fact that he wanted Harry dead. The torture he'd inflicted on Harry that night at least hadn't been self inflicted!

Again and again, the words were cut into the back of his hand, healed, and reappeared slower every time.

Sirius was still trembling with fury, the urge to break something had not yet left him. How long had Harry endured this for a permanent mark to have been left?!

Sunset cast the room into bleak shadows, and still he did not ask when he could stop as he continued cutting open the back of his hand. He could feel her eyes on him, looking for signs of weakness.

James could not stop another outburst erupting, "dammit Harry, this is not a test of wills! You subjecting yourself to doing this is in fact exactly what she wants, how does giving in to her-"

"Would you really go crying to someone else, let her win?" Harry shot back, his right hand still clenched in a tight fist, though now from actually remembering the pain of this than fear of it coming. He finally went to sit back down to try and convince himself as well as them this wasn't such a big deal even if they didn't agree.

"Harry, telling when you see something illegal going on isn't being a snitch, it's what you're supposed to do," Lily was still forcing herself to remain very still, keep her eyes on her infant rather than going into the raging fury that was building more every moment.

Harry did not look convinced though, and James ruffled up his hair so forcefully it looked like he was trying to pull it out. Was this what the Dursleys had taught him? Because of all the things they'd done to him Harry had taken their abuse and silence to the next level, and he'd never share with anyone the physical trauma he was put through? How long did this go on?!

What must have been hours later, she told him to come to her desk. He stood and took a quick look at the back of his hand, which was now red raw, though mercifully blank of his own words for now.

Remus could actively feel the vomit climbing and was expecting it any moment now to cover these pages, though hopefully that would finally take away the crimson tinted words. This was just one night that was leaving Harry's hand marked, and he still had three days to go. He couldn't delusion himself this would never happen again either, not with something so deep in his skin. He couldn't keep doing this, force out words about Harry in this situation like it was some normal book...

She gestured for his hand, and he placed it in her stubby fingers.

The binding snapped, pages scattered the carpeted floor, and Hickory poked his head in curiously and began swatting at once at a loose few. Remus didn't even seem to realize it as his lip curled in outrage at that lifeform touching Harry after what she'd done to him.

Harry opened his mouth, decided it would be better for his ear drums if he held back his comment, and simply shook his head at the lot of them. This wasn't even as bad as Quirrell pinning him to the ground back in first year, he honestly thought they were being entirely too dramatic about this. Umbridge may be a foul, twisted creature the likes of which Trevor wouldn't go near, but he'd honestly been hoping someone would at least understand why he did what he had, not keep looking in a way that made him wish he could post troll guards at the doors and windows. He did pull out his wand and repair the book, summoning it back to his hand, and kept going in the thick silence in as calm a voice as he could, though he was sure it was helping nothing that now the mark on his hand was more visible than ever.

She inspected the wound and did not seem impressed, saying he was to come back tomorrow evening before he was dismissed.

His homework situation was getting desperate as he had no time to practice his Vanishing Spell, nor had he written a single thing in his dream diary or even started his bowtruckle drawing, or started any of his essays.

Lily had to blink slowly upon realizing it had just slipped right into talking of the mundane world of homework, as if this happening to Harry really had been some simple annoying detention to him. Hickory, clearly annoyed his new toy had been taken away, tried to wind around her leg and meow with displeasure, but she could not bring herself to take notice of even this, all the normal feeling she could find left was keeping her eyes on her toddler.

He skipped breakfast next morning to scribble down a couple of made-up dreams for Divination, their first lesson, and was surprised to find a disheveled Ron keeping him company.

"Harry, give that back." Remus finally seemed to have snapped to attention and was holding his hand back out, his face making it clear this wasn't up for debate.

Harry handed it back over even as he shook his head at the lot of them. Clearly they were hoping he was fixing to tell Ron what had happened, but he could already feel he had no intentions of doing that. Still, if it kept their attention off murder even for a few moments he wasn't going to argue the point.

Harry asked why he hadn't done it last night, as he'd been asleep when Harry arrived, but he just gave the muttered answer of doing other things.

James could only distantly remember now what he'd been thinking about what Ron was up to, and even the fun of hanging over the other's heads what he was sure this was about couldn't hold his attention. He wanted to hear Ron convince his son he was being an idiot and drag him to Dumbledore for starters.

Then he declared for his dream he'd just told about buying some shoes, sure the woman couldn't make anything weird of that.

"I shouldn't tempt her," Harry said with a forced laugh, crossing his arms in frustration when no one even pretended to join in.

On the way to North Tower Ron asked what Umbridge had him doing, and Harry hesitated a beat before saying lines.

Harry had to fight hard to repress a shiver from the lot of them glaring at that, but he met their eyes defiantly as he snapped, "what, it's not-" then he met his father's eyes and looked away shamefully, their fight from this morning still weighing heavily on his mind. He still wasn't sure if James had forgiven him for his omissions at the Dursleys place, and trying to put this off clearly wasn't doing himself any favors, so for now he instead pressed his mouth tight together and hoped Ron didn't push this any farther.

Ron tried to say it wasn't so bad then, which Harry agreed with uneasily. Ron did ask with a touch of hope if Harry would be there on Friday, to which Harry said no, and Ron groaned in sympathy.

Sirius could feel his mind plucking at a past thread, how he'd have loved to make some superior comment about how Ron could have more going on there than sympathy for his friend, but Harry's face was now tight and drawn just as much from avoiding James' eyes as it was from still rubbing at the back of his hand in pain.

Angelina was far less pleased when she heard, shouting at him in the middle of the hall that if he expected to keep his own position he'd better sort out his other commitments.

"Commitments!?" For just a moment the injustice of Angelina's comment at least got Sirius to stop contemplating murder. "Merlin, the girls acting like you're going to Charms club instead, not being tortured," he finished on the same vicious keel he'd been on.

Harry sighed. Even when they were in agreement, they still couldn't relax.

Harry shouted after her he was in detention!

Hermione tried to console him as well at least it was only lines, that wasn't the most dreadful thing.

Harry really wished his friends would quit bringing that up, it caused him to shift anxiously and still not be able to say anything to the contrary amongst the thick layer of anger still pulsing in here.

Harry chose not to respond. He'd chosen not to tell of his true detentions because he couldn't stand the horror on their faces when they heard.

Harry scowled at nothing in here instead of having to continue seeing their faces with that same look. He had no clue how long he could hide this from Ron and Hermione, but he doubted long enough his families temper had cooled, or at this point if it even would.

That would make the whole thing seem worse and therefore more difficult to face.

Lily finally felt her boiling anger simmer as she got a proper look at her son, and let out a small noise of sympathy as she got up to sit on the arm of the sofa and scooped his hand away from him so he'd quit rubbing at it, now she was. The skin twitching across the old scar in remembered distress finally started to slow.

He'd also justified to himself this was between him and Umbridge, a private battle of wills, and she would not get the satisfaction of hearing he'd complained to a single person.

Remus wanted to whack Harry over the head with the book for that comment, there was a difference between telling when something was being done to you and whining about a hard detention. He fought hard to resist the temptation though, forcing himself to remember it wouldn't help anything even if it would make him feel a bit better.

Ron changed subject to complaining of the homework piling up, and Hermione asked where he'd been when she'd been doing hers last night.

Lily had absolutely no desire just to lightly change the subject and pretend like this wasn't happening anymore, but at this point the lingering silence was even starting to make her infant uneasy on the floor. If he could feel the atmosphere even while the cat had crawled over and was trying to catch his mobile now, no matter how often it floated just out of reach, as further distraction she knew she should do something. "So you think Ron's practicing for the tryouts that Friday?"

Harry gave her such a pleased smile for any normal conversation it did make it worth it, even if her throat was still too raw for it to have come off completely normal.

"Yeah, reckon so. I didn't notice it at the time obviously, but I'm really hoping he makes it."

Sirius made a disgruntled little noise, but took pity on Lily and added in as well, "nothing better than playing Quidditch with your mates."

Remus felt like he was biting a lemon but put in casually enough, "poor Hermione's going to be left in the stands by her lonesome now."

James huffed, muttered a few more extra death threats for good measure, but finally nodded and said, "she can sit with Neville and cheer them both on."

Harry was actually smiling, and forcing himself to relax now. Even forced casual conversation was better than counting the ways each of them wanted to kill her.

Ron gave the shifty answer of saying he'd wanted a walk.

"He's as adept at lying as Harry," Remus grumbled under his breath.

"Wonder if he put a leash on his broom," Sirius snipped.

Harry had the distinct impression that he was not alone in concealing things at the moment.

He winced and wanted to smack himself over the head as he realized Ron's was hardly on the same level as his, as his mother suddenly crushing has hand informed him.

The next detention was the same as the last, and Harry wondered if it would take the words being left permanently on his hand to satisfy Umbridge.

"Mum," Harry finally protested through gritted teeth. She had to concentrate on every finger to stop her death grip on that hand, to make sure no part of him was being hurt right now, even accidentally by herself.

Not a whisper of pain escaped him as his hand continued growing inflamed through the night, all he spoke was his good evening and goodnight to her.

Harry was clearly starting to feel a little desperate with the suffocating mood around him, almost understandable since he didn't feel the same way even if that part was mind boggling, so Sirius cobbled together some kind of compliment in, "you sure know how to hold your tongue."

Harry eyed him wearily, unsure how to reply to that and almost thankful he wasn't expected to.

His homework situation now at a level he could not ignore, instead of going off to bed in the early mornings he was released from these detentions, he instead cobbled together some meager essay for Snape, a must unless he wanted to suffer detention with him next. He dashed off some answers for McGonagall's homework without looking at the questions, did a stick drawing of the bowtruckle creature for Professor Grubbly-Plank, and finally staggered to sleep as the sun was peeking up.

Lily wished desperately her son's biggest concern was blowing off his homework for something that didn't involve his getting a scar out of it, now she wished she could go give those teachers the reason her son was struggling to do this for them. She was honestly hoping McGonagall would be mentioned any moment now demanding of Harry why this sudden change in what she'd heard was at least a good student. She gave her son credit he was even bothering to do the assignments honestly, instead of outright refusing.

By Thursday night, the mark on the back of his hand wasn't even properly healing, but instead droplets of blood were oozing onto his wrist and onto the parchment. At the pause of the scratching quill, Umbridge looked up.

"Mum," Harry tried to finally protest and pull his hand away in pain as her nails began digging into the mark as well. She released him instantly with regret she'd done so, but her fist only contracted again into her own palm, the anger wouldn't recede.

Harry still tried for a soothing tone of voice for the lot of them, "you must have known this was coming, it wouldn't scar if it kept healing so fast every time."

"If you try to pretend this isn't a big deal one more time mister, I will silence you," Lily promised.

Harry clipped his mouth shut and finally gave in that there was nothing else for it, and just decided he'd have to let them be angry at least until this week was up.

She moved around to inspect it, but said that one more night would still give him a better reminder.

Harry bent to pick up his bag with his left hand instead of his smarting right one while asking if he still had to come back tomorrow.

"I think we should check you weren't recently hit on the head on top of all this, thinking a thing like that," Sirius managed in some semblance of words rather than the deep growls it mostly was.

She agreed at once, saying the message could be etched deeper.

Harry had never considered he'd find a teacher he hated more than Snape,

James already knew she'd passed Snape in his book. Snivellus was many things, and James owed him a good deck or two for a lot of them not just towards Harry, but who would have thought he could consider it a blessing Snape had never drawn his son's blood! Why was that a standard now?!

but as he stalked off to his tower he realized he'd found a contender. His vile thoughts circling the woman about how she was an evil, twisted, mad old, Ron?

"Your friend's being used as an insult now?" Remus said bleakly, but that one had been surprising enough his anger had dropped for just one second.

He nearly collided with his friend ducking behind a statue holding his broom, which he quickly tried to keep out of sight.

Sirius narrowed his eyes, cocked his head to one side than the other, before shaking his head but ultimately saying nothing. He'd have liked to pass a crack along about Ron's stellar attempts there, but anything other than swear words were still escaping him.

Harry asked what he was doing, to which Ron said nothing at once and asked what he was doing.

Harry laughed, though he was sadly still the only one, at Ron's piss poor redirection. He was still half hoping it wouldn't work and he could go five seconds without hearing one of them promise something worse than death.

Harry frowned and asked what he'd been hiding for?

Ron explained the twins had just come through with a group of first years, couldn't do their testing in the common room anymore obviously.

Lily arched a brow at that comment, thinking she'd have liked to smack Ron for hiding from the twins of all things. The least he could have done was walked by pretending he didn't care, but that one was almost sad.

Harry persisted why he had his broom then? Had he been flying?

"No Harry, he takes it down to the Shrieking Shack to polish it, didn't you know?" James rolled his eyes in exasperation at Harry, who just gave an eager smile back at any kind of normal response, even if James's eyes had flickered to Harry's hand again and at once settled back into a scowl.

Ron was turning red as he forced himself to begin saying Harry couldn't laugh, but he was going to try out for Keeper on Friday, than conceding his friend could go on and laugh about it.

"He started by telling you not to laugh, then ended saying you could, Ron needs to pick his side," Remus snorted lightly.

"Better to ask forgiveness than permission," Sirius offered, while Remus stared blankly at him for a second before saying, "if you're going to try and say things like that, at least make sure they make sense first."

Sirius pouted at him, beginning to protest it had made perfect sense, but Remus was now ignoring him.

Harry was almost elated watching them pick at each other, even if it was more stilted than anything. He didn't care, it just wasn't in the Marauders nature to hold onto anger, even if they could keep a grudge for the rest of their lives.

Harry at once said he wasn't going to laugh, he found it a brilliant idea, asking if he'd ever played the position?

"Thought you played with him a bit over the summers," James couldn't seem to stop himself joining in, while Lily rolled her eyes at the ceiling that of course it would be Quidditch to make them seem normal again.

"He was a Chaser with me, we didn't have a snitch or bludger of course," Harry shrugged. "One of the twins was always going around trying to knock us off while the other played Keeper. That summer Bill and Charlie were there we almost had a full game, but still Ron and I teamed up."

"Good to practice the other positions now and again," Sirius nodded with enthusiasm.

Harry looked like he wanted to keep going, just to sit around and chat about this for hours, but Remus wasn't going to let him put this off forever.

Ron agreed he wasn't bad, the twins and Charlie usually had him be Keeper over the holidays when they played.

"Wonder why they switched it up with you around?" Lily asked politely, just because she couldn't deny her son and he was still in full swing chatting about this.

"I'm sure I just took Charlie's place on the team up's," Harry smiled for her attempts even as he restrained himself this time in admission.

Then he said he'd been out practicing since Tuesday night.

"I wonder what he would have done if I hadn't gotten detentions the first week," Harry said in surprise.

"Probably asked you to join him," Sirius shrugged, the most violent motion of his shoulders he could, Harry just lightly referring to them as detentions nearly sent him into a blue streak all over again.

He'd been bewitching the balls to fly at him, though he wasn't sure how much good it was doing. He was positive Fred and George would laugh themselves stupid when he showed up tomorrow.

"Oh I'm sure they won't," Lily began even as the others snorted lightly in agreement.

She tisked at the lot of them while Harry was almost completely relaxed again.

They hadn't stopped taking the mickey out of him since he'd been made prefect.

"I doubt they will anytime soon," Remus agreed.

Harry wished he could be there as well, and while Ron started to agree, he cut off to ask what that was on Harry's hand?

Harry groaned in misery and buried his face in his hands, only successfully putting the mark back in the spotlight. He couldn't help it, he just couldn't go one moment without someone harping on about this could he.

Harry had reached up to scratch his nose as he spoke, putting his right hand on display for just that moment. He tried to tuck it back away, but did as good a job as Ron had with his Cleansweep.

"Hum," Sirius uttered between gritted teeth, "hand you can stick in your pocket, or broom the size of you, oh yes, very hard to hide them both."

"Ron had better make Keeper," Harry grumbled as he rubbed at his wrist, "reflexes were good enough to grab me before I could."

Ron had caught hold of Harry and kept his hand in front of his face until what he was seeing registered, then he released Harry with disgust as he asked about those lines?

Remus said that with the equivalent of speaking of The Chamber of Secrets.

Harry thought they were being too dramatic again and wished this chapter would end.

Harry hesitated, but finally told of what had really been going on.

Ron whispered with revulsion how sick that was, why hadn't he gone to McGonagall already?

"There's the proper response!" Sirius threw his hands in the air in exasperation.

"Hallelujah at least one of you does," James agreed, his mouth still twisted in his own disgust, he hadn't taken his eyes off the white mark on his son for a solid minute now.

Harry said he wasn't letting her know she'd gotten to him.

Ron snapped back they couldn't let her get away with this, while Harry deflected he didn't see how McGonagall could stop this.

"Enough power to report her for student abuse!" Lily had to try very hard to stop herself shrieking in frustration again.

Harry just frowned at her oddly as he reminded, "to be reported to the same man who also thinks I'm a lying attention seeker?"

Lily ceased, but her face only flushed with more frustration. She didn't care how it was done, Dumbledore had better do something to get that monster away from her boy even if he had to start a revolt on the Ministry to do it.

Ron switched to saying he should go to Dumbledore then, but Harry flat out refused, his headmaster had enough on his mind, while privately thinking he didn't want to go speaking to the man who hadn't spoken to him since June.

James still found that an absolutely ludicrous reason, Harry was being petty and honestly an idiot. Whatever Dumbledore was doing with his life he would put on hold for this madness! Despite trying to catch Harry's eye though, it was clear he still believed this as much as before and there just wasn't any good in convincing him of this now.

Ron insisted he still should, now stopping outside their portrait of the Fat Lady to block Harry entering so he could insist, but the Fat Lady wouldn't let him and said she wasn't going to stay up all night so they could have their conversation.

Remus gave an irritated huff at that painting cutting Ron off like that, as most likely Harry had taken the moment to dart up to bed without his friend furthering his point.

Harry awoke on Friday and could only find two very feeble things to get him through the day. He had a very distant view of the Quidditch pitch from Umbridge's office so he may get to see just a slight bit of the action, and it was almost the weekend. Small though these were, Harry was looking for anything to lighten his day, he'd never had a worse first week back.

"I don't think anyone has," James agreed grimly.

At five o'clock that evening he knocked on Professor Umbridge's office door for what he sincerely hoped would be the final time,

Somehow, it was all the worse for the lot of them they knew it wasn't. If it had taken four days just for it to not begin healing properly, than just how many times had it taken for it to start scaring!? The answer was very obviously more than five, and they each wanted to do something far more than to just sit here hearing about that.

His set up lay ready, and Harry only had to shift his seat just slightly to be able to get a look of the dozen or so people out on the pitch, but not distinguishable enough to tell which was Ron.

"Thought that red hair would come in handy for once," Sirius began jittering in place, his wand still clutched tightly in his hand almost hopefully as he eyed the fireplace, Harry fearing at any moment he was going to snap and go hunting that woman down.

He began as always, I must not tell lies, and the cut began bleeding afresh at once.

Harry sighed, but held his hand back out for his mother. She took it gratefully, but gingerly this time, cradling it as if he were made of glass while her thumb kept pressure on his old wound.

Again and again, only pausing to look up with hope now and again to keep marks of how those were doing. The first person up let in two very easy saves, and Harry hoped that wasn't Ron before dropping his eyes back down to the parchment that had as much blood from his hand as the quill now.

James was vibrating in place, torn between wanting to hear of more happy details about Quidditch and continue raging about this abuse happening to Harry. Contemplate the bad, or at least try and think on some good. He was entirely grateful Remus was the one reading, he wasn't sure which he would have focused on.

By the sixth and seventh person's turn, it was too dark for Harry to make out what was going on anymore.

Sirius still almost wished Harry would simply up and leave, go down to that pitch and see what that woman did to stop him. It truly was the worst part to him Harry was subjecting himself to this, allowing it to happen without a fight because he'd somehow convinced himself he was proving a point, instead he was doing the opposite and just giving in to her will.

Again he was there for several hours until Umbridge called for his hand again.

"Don't break the book again," Harry groaned when Remus started tensing in disgust. "We've still got ages to go, and this one's been more battered than all the others already."

"She'd better stop putting those webbed fingers near you then," Remus muttered without remorse, but managed to not rip the binding off even if his tendons stayed visible.

It was as she examined the depth of the wound it happened, a sharp searing pain across his scar, and an unfamiliar sensation swooping through his midriff.

Remus froze, finally his mind being released from picturing that ghastly woman, only to focus on the one threat above her.

"The last time your scar hurt like that-" Lily began uneasily, but broke off because they all knew what she meant.

"Used to be it was just when you dreamed though," Remus agreed brokenly, "and when he was around. Now it's happening even more?" His voice was quickly rising into an almost shouting level of panic at the end.

Harry couldn't bring himself to pull his hand away from his mother to rub at his scar in remembrance of this happening, so instead he tried to understand the other feeling that he was sure he should have been able to identify. Surely not while around Umbridge, but a feeling he got every time he looked at his parents, like-

"What do you think caused it this time?" Sirius' voice instantly cut off Harry's train of thought. "Not that toadstool surely."

"If being around the fake Moody didn't, I don't think that walking dung would even if she was working for him," James disagreed.

"I still wish I knew why it was happening at all," Lily grumbled as the only answer they'd ever vaguely gotten for that had been unsatisfactorily given by Dumbledore. Though it wasn't entirely anyone's fault, perhaps no one would ever know, this was an entirely new thing.

Remus wished they had more to go on, anything else to say or speculate, but in the absence of that, even just to be done with this bit of torture Harry was enduring already just by being in the same castle as Trevor's ugly stepsister.

He wrenched his arm free to find her wide smile down on him, asking if that had hurt.

His heart was thumping unevenly in his chest as he wondered if she meant his hand, or his forehead?

"I, she can't have!" Lily whimpered uneasily. "There's just no way. She's a vile creature, but not like Quirrell was, it can't be possible with Voldemort having his own body now."

"The timing of that though," James didn't need any more reason to want to gut this blight, and yet he'd been given one. "I'm not sure I'm buying the coincidence of it all, happening when she touched him."

"For the second time though," Sirius reminded, "if this had happened the first I'd be more inclined to agree."

"We just don't have enough to go on," Remus huffed with a sorrowful eye on Harry, wishing he did have more answers for him, as clearly he was watching them eagerly like he hoped they'd crack this wide open any moment. He seemed to realize as he looked to Remus though that he'd just have to let them speculate for now rather than pressing for any more facts from him, no matter how much he wanted to pry open his mind and give them.

He was dismissed, for hopefully the final time, and his mind was racing all the way back to the tower, where he was bombarded upon entrance by Ron beaming in his face.

"I think Ron made the team," Lily said distantly, Quidditch the last thing on all of their minds, everyone was still very deep in thought over this latest development.

Harry had to work hard to wrap his mind back to Ron shouting about himself being Keeper! His heart was still racing and his hand was still throbbing with blood as he tried for a natural smile.

Lily had not forgotten that one for a moment though, her gentle warm touch all that was stopping Harry pressing his sleeve onto it as if to stem the remembered flow in pain.

He eagerly pressed a Butterbeer into his hands while Harry asked where Hermione was. He gestured to a chair where she was dozing off.

Sirius couldn't help a snort of laughter escape, even if it was far more subdued than normal with his mind so off track.

Ron looked put out she'd fallen asleep, though at least she'd congratulated him when he'd first come in.

"I'm sure he's disappointed she's not hanging off his arm with admiration," James agreed distantly.

George quickly told the two to let her sleep, his eyes flickering to a group of first years who all bore recent signs of nosebleeds.

"So? The little first years were probably all out dueling or something," Remus half heartedly played off, his mind entirely not on it.

Katie called Ron back to the group to see if Oliver's old robes would fit him, as Angelina sidled up to Harry and apologized for her temper earlier.

"She says after the fact," Lily sniffed, but it was curbed slightly that at least she had at all.

This Captain thing was stressful, and she now regretted how hard she'd been on Wood. Her eyes continued resting on Ron as she kept going about how she did not find Ron fabulous for the new position.

"Well going for the jugular does get your point across best," Sirius snorted while Remus automatically moved away from him for the reminder.

He'd been her third choice, but Geoffrey was a terrible whiner she didn't want to put up with, and Vicky had admitted outright she'd put her Charms Club ahead of any Quidditch practice. She knew his brothers had talent and was hoping Ron was holding back more than he'd shown at the tryouts today.

"I'm all the more glad she picked Ron then," James frowned on Ron's behalf.

"Not very good of her just to be banking he'd pan out because his brothers have talent though," Lily shook her head.

"Everyone seems to compare the lot of them, even the other students," Sirius muttered agreement.

She had a practice set for two tomorrow, and pleaded with him to show up. Harry promised he'd be there for that one, and she gave him a grateful smile as she departed.

Harry went over to Hermione, feeling if he didn't tell someone soon he'd burst.

She woke up with a start and apologized, saying she'd been up nearly as late as him making hats in her dorm.

"They're probably all scratching their heads trying to figure out why people keep leaving their stuff around more than usual," Sirius snorted enthusiastically this time at such a stupid change of subject.

Harry completely ignored this and told of what had happened with Umbridge, but while concerned, Hermione at once said she didn't think it was the same thing as it had been with Quirrell.

Harry still tried to say it was a possibility.

"Not in the same way," Lily gently reminded while Harry nodded his agreement. At that time he'd been far more panicky over it, rather than now where he felt a bit more cool headed, though still with the same amount of answers.

Hermione was not convinced he could still be sharing a body now that he had his own, though she could be under the Imperius Curse.

"I don't think that would cause the sensation though," Remus muttered disagreement.

Last year his scar had hurt without anyone touching him though, and Dumbledore had said this correlated with moods from You-Know-Who. Perhaps this had nothing to do with Umbridge.

"I'm still not saying I believe in that coincidence," James shook his head again.

Harry insisted she was evil, and while Hermione agreed with that part, she still said he should go to Dumbledore and see what he thought.

It was the second time in two days he'd been advised to go see Dumbledore,

"Well both Ron and Hermione together aren't usually wrong," Sirius tried a wheedling voice, for some reason still trying to get Harry to admit that in here.

"Usually because they're agreeing with me," Harry said flatly, trying to hide his sarcasm with a flat voice and failing a bit.

and gave her the same answer he had Ron about how he wasn't going to be bothering him. It had been hurting all summer, this was just a little worse than usual.

Hermione tried to say Dumbledore would want to know, but Harry cut in that was the only part Dumbledore ever wanted to know, about his scar.

Remus stopped cold, but shook that off very fast and at once protested, "Harry, you know that's not true. He cares about you as a person-"

"Couldn't tell lately," Harry snipped right back.

Remus looked pleadingly to the others for backup, but felt all the worse he wasn't seeing much more of it there.

In all honesty, they had been wondering for ages just why Dumbledore had taken such an interest in Harry when he'd no moral obligation to whatsoever. Why place him with the Dursleys instead of letting Sirius take him? Why do anything with Harry's safety once Voldemort had been announced dead and Dumbledore shouldn't have had a reason to think so otherwise. The answer circled back to the uniqueness of Harry's scar, and perhaps their old headmaster wanting to keep an eye on it.

Remus didn't want to believe this though, not the same Albus who'd seen past the monster and allowed him to go to school, so he let none of them voice any of their ideas and kept going loudly for Hermione's protest.

Hermione tried to say that wasn't true, but Harry ignored the comment and instead said he'd write to Sirius and tell him.

"It took you till Friday to think of that!" Sirius demanded, the thought had been in the back of his head since he'd had a clear thought again.

"It only happened that day," Harry said back in confusion, before the astounded faces reminded him that wasn't all his godfather was talking about. He failed to respond further though, waving back to the book as he could already remember Hermione's disapproving face of the idea and he had no doubts she'd tell him why.

Hermione shot down the idea at once, it was too dangerous to be sending letters with such important information, they could be intercepted.

"Get creative!" Sirius said just a bit desperately. "Honestly Harry, I know you know how to get around the truth now, I can take a hint and read between the lines of whatever you send."

Harry just gazed sadly at him, but there was nothing left in him to convince himself he hadn't given up on the idea quickly enough.

Harry gave in, and simply decided he was going to bed, asking if she'd tell Ron for him.

She shot to her feet and decided she'd sneak off with him so as not to be rude.

"I'm starting to wonder why Ron puts up with the two of you," James heaved a sigh. "Can't even scrape together a laugh during this joyous occasion."

She wanted to get to bed early and make more hats tomorrow morning. Then she offered if he'd like to join her?

Lily made a soft attempt at a laugh for the girls enthusiasm that was still being restrained by her ever growing fear of her son's past, and future.

Harry looked into her face and tried to falsify his enthusiasm about how he couldn't tomorrow, too busy, before slipping off so as not to see her disappointment.

Remus all too happily closed his chapter with a very sharp snap, still having the desire for that extendable tongue to be caught in the pages.

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