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briefalpacashark · 1 month

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~Cowboys and Men~ Part One ~

Synopsis : The 141 have to play cowboys.

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You sat along with the other boys of the 141 as you stared at Laswell. She had just delivered the news of your next mission.

“Well shit,” you grin widely. Why? The mission was right up your alley. You had personal experience practically having grown up in the thick of it. The boys, however. You were almost certain that none of them had even come close to anything like it.

The mission. Going undercover in an American rodeo.

“So you want us to play cowboy?” Price asked.

“That’s right. Long enough till you find this guy and bring him in,” she stated tapping her knuckle on a photo of the target. An older man with a grim surrounded by gray hair and a killer mustache.

“Y/N you'll be the one participating in the rodeo. The boys will be your team,” Laswell explained simply.

“Her team?” Jonny asked, jabbing his thumb at you. “Why can't I be the horse rider huh?” he asked.

“Can you ride a horse?” Laswell asked.

“Well no, canne be hard, can it?” his question had you chuckling.

“Its an invite only event, we've got a contact. You'll head out tomorrow to show him what you got. He'll slot you in where he can,” Laswell focused on you as she spoke.

“Sure thing boss,” you nodded.

“Honestly Laswell, I think I could do a pretty good job,” Jonny stated.

“The fact that you think a rodeo only involves horses proves how unqualified you are for it,” You stated.

“And you are?” Jonny asked.

“I grew up in the saddle of a horse, mate. You're looking at a genuine drover,” you gestured to your body with a smirk.

“The fuck is a drover?” Jonny asked the rest of the team. Gaz simply shrugged.

“Alright dismissed,” Laswell said.

You were quickly dispatched to the good old US of A. You were dropped off in a random field via helicopter. Your team walked up to two men on horseback. The one on the left was tall and buff with golden hair to die for. The other was slightly shorter and stubbier. But they both had one thing in common. They looked like genuine cowboys. Hats and everything.

“Howdy!” Jonny called with a terrible American accent.

“Fucken hell,” you chuckled, shaking your head.

“Forgive him. He's hit his head a few too many times,” Price stated.

“That stunt his growth too?” The blond asked. Your laugh broke through your lips as Jonny’s smile fell.

“The one you just shut up is Soap, that's Gaz, Ghost. I’m Bravo and that’s Doc.” he pointed you all out the cowboys, tipping their hat’s to you.

“Ma’am, I heard you're the only one with experience in the saddle,” the smile the blond gave you was slightly flirtatious.

“Since I was two. Grew up on a cattle station over in Australia,” You stated walking up to him to give them both a firm handshake.

“How could you choose the military life over one in the saddle?” he asked.

“Plan to get back to it one day,” you said your attention being grabbed by his horse that tried to nibble your jacket.

“He's gorgeous. Mustang?” You asked, reaching up to brush his nose.

“Yes Ma’am,” he nodded. “Care for a ride?” he asked with a wink. You chuckled at his obvious flirting attempt.

“Sorry mate. Not planning in hoping in any saddle that aint my own,” you said, giving the horse a pat.

“Alright, well, this is Sam, my name's Aurthur,” he stated.

“Pleasure to meet you,” Price stated spoke up drawing the attention off you.

“Pleasures all ours, Come on by the looks of you, it seems like we've got some work to do,” he stated.

“Work of what?” Gaz asked.

“To make you a lot cowboys,” he said with a grin.

First order of business, if you were to pass for cowboys, you had to look the part. Aurthur generously offered to take you all shopping. Your choice was quick, picked out for practicality. A simple light blue button up. A pair of denim jeans, a comfortable pair of boots and your old hat. You pulled the beat up looking thing out of your bag. It was your simple cattleman hat shape, in a dusty brown colour. It was scuffed and dirty, but it was yours. Setting it atop your head, you smiled at the familiar feeling. Slipping on the dark leather jacket, you fixed the collar before stepping out of the changing room.

“Look out,” Jonny stated from their allocated seats, all gathered in front of the changing rooms.

“So how do I look?” You asked, giving them a little pose.

“Like one hell of a rider,” Aurthur spoke up.

“So so,” Gaz tilted his hand back and forth.

“Oh yeah, let's see you do better,” you said tauntingly.

“Watch a master at work,” Gaz stated. You all waited for his outfit choice. When he stepped out you almost died of laughter. Tassels, tassels and fringe everywhere. On his head sat a bright red Tom Mix hat.

“What you don't think it's good?” he asked jokingly.

“You look like you'll fly away in a light breeze,” Jonny joked.

“Eat shit soap,” Gaz flipped him off.

“Nah, I'll show you how it's done,” Jonny spoke up. Yells of shock sounded from you all as he walked out in a pair of assless chaps. Only they weren't assless. In fact you saw a lot of ass due to the fact that Jonny only wore the chaps. Nothing else. He held a small bowler's hat in front of his privates as he pretended to act confused. He turned around, giving you a clear view of his rosy red cheeks.

“Fucken hell,” you chuckled, tipping your hat down to cover your gaze.

“You know, I don't think I put these on in the right order,” he stated. Even the Price cracked a chuckle or two.

“Might get a rash ridding a saddle like that,” Ghost stated.

“I like it,” you said. Jonny gave you a wink.

“Come on Captain,” Jonny encouraged Price when his ass was contained again.

Price walked out in a good pairing. A deep red button up, a pair of jeans, some lovely light brown boots, a light brown fleece jacket and a white brick shaped hat.

“Captain my captain,” You whistled.

“Where did you find that fashion sense cap?” Ghost asked.

“Quiet you,” Price warned playfully.

“You know those videos where a baby sees their dad with their beard shaved for the first time and they just break out crying,” You asked. Jonny hummed in acknowledgment.

“I feel like that with that hat he's wearing,” you whispered. Jonny chuckled.

“Alright Ghost your turn,” Jonny said slapping Ghost shoulder. Ghost slowly moved his eyes from the captain to Jonny daring him to hit him again.

“Alright, be that way grumpy,” Jonny muttered. “Guess it's my turn again,” he stated. With your help, Jonny walked out in a tight black long sleeve shirt, a denim jacket and jeans. Black boots and a brown rolled brim with a puncher crown. He looked alright apart from the obviously large belt buckle he wore. A picture of a bulls head engraved on it.

“Compensating?” you asked, nodding to the buckle, getting a bird flipped to you.

“At least his ass is covered this time,” Ghost grumbled. Gaz tried again, deciding on a cowboy version of a lumberjack. Plated shirt with a vest jacket, a dark blue pair of jenes and a black version of his original hat.

“Careful Gaz, that shirt looks a little tight,” Jonny called.

“That's the point,” Gaz stated with a smirk flexing his biceps.

“They can try all they want. The look of a cowboy is something that comes naturally. A look, ma’am that if you'll let me say looks extremely good on you,” Arthur leaned down to whisper to you. You smirked, shrugging.

“I don't know, I think they're pulling it off,” you stated. You chuckled as Gaz tried to perform his best cowboy walk. Hand on his belt and slaughtering forward before making a gun motion with his hand. And Jonny, who pretended to slow motion, to doge said bullets.

“Yeah sure,” Arthur muttered, making you chuckle harder. As you continued to watch Gaz and Jonny make a fool of themselves, you failed to notice a certain pair of eyes set on you.

“Careful Lieutenant, you glare any harder and he might just get the message,” Price smirked as he saw the slightly pissed expression hidden behind the skull mask.

“Don't know what you mean, sir,” Ghost grumbled before walking away.

Noticing Ghost's missing presence, you went to look for him, finding him in front of the many hats on display.

“Having trouble choosing?” You asked, walking up to him.

“Any pointers?” he asked.

“Can't help you there. This was my uncle's hat. He lost it when I won a bet,” you said.

“But,” you trailed off, your eyes searching through the hats. You smiled, reaching out to grab one.

“Yeah, this one,” you said, placing it on his head. It was low and pinched a grayish black.

“Yeah, that suits you,” you stated simply with a satisfied nod before walking away.

When you all returned to the ranch, Simon changed into his outfit. Black jeans, dark brown boots, a black leather jacket and dark grey button up. On his head sat the hat you chose, and he still wore his skull balaclava.

“Well hello handsome,” Jonny called as he walked out to you.

“Zip it Mc’tavish,” he grumbled. Jonny chuckled as he walked up to you. In the pen Arthur walked out a horse already saddled up. Spotting other ranchers gathering round to watch with eager grins, you quickly assessed what was happening. It was a bucking horse, or at least one they were trying to break.

“Alright, lesson one of being a cowboy. Staying on a horse that doesn't want you to stay on,” Arthur stated with a wide grin.

“Any volunteers?” he asked. You chuckled, shaking your head as Jonny raised his hand eagerly.

“Love the spirit scots, man. This here is Bessy,” Arthur said, gesturing him forward. You whipped your mouth as Jonny confidently made his way into the pen.

“Ello Bessy,” he smirked.

“I'd say goodbye to your balls now Soap, while you have the chance,” you called out to him.

“Ah, away with ye. I'll be fine,” Jonny waved you off.

“He's gonna eat shit isn't he?” Ghost asked folding his arms over his chest.

“All five courses of it,” you chuckled, pulling yourself up to sit on the railings.

“He has medical cover right?” you asked Price that only shock his head at his soldier stupidity.

“Alright Soap. hold on tight,” After Arthur gave him a basic run down and when Jonny was sat comfortable in the saddle did he stepped back.

“You're gonna set a timer, wanna make sure there is proof when I stay on longer than those bastards,” Jonny nodded back to you all, giving you a wide confident grin as the horse started to pad at the ground.

“Sure thing, champ,” Arthur grinned. “Go on, give her a kick,” he suggested casually, taking a few cautious steps back.

“What like this?” Jonny asked, kicking his heels gently into her sides.

You knew pigs couldn't fly, but Jonny sure could. One buck had the poor man was out of the saddle onto the horses ass, then the second buck had the man cartwheeling through the air before landing flat on his ass his legs split in front of him. You and Gaz was practically dying of laughter as Jonny rolled around in pain holding his manly jewels. After Jonny’s poor first display, the ranchers started to pass around bets.

“Who's next?” Arthur asked, turning to you lot.

Gaz sat on the back of Bessy looking like he was about to shit himself.

“Ok what do I do?” he asked shakily.

“Hold on,” Arthur stated simply.

“I know that, but I don't know the first thing about horses. Do do I pat it?” he asked.

“Sure, it probably won't do you any good though,” Arthur shrugged walking back.

“Come on Gaz,” you called encouragingly.

“I changed my mind, I want to get down,” Gaz stated. As he shifted his weight in the saddle, Bessy fell into a fit. Bucking and kicking like crazy. Gaz lasted about four seconds before he was bucked off.

“This is bullshit,” Gaz grumbled, limping back to you trying to remove the dirt from his mouth.

“Are the betting on us?” Jonny asked nodding to the growing group.

“There ranchers, this is probably the best entertainment they've had all week,” you stated.

“Yeah well they should stop,” Gaz grumbled.

“Why? They're actually betting in your favor,” you lied.

“Really?” he asked with a small grin of hope.

“No,” you chuckled, shaking your head, Gaz's smile instantly falling.

“Your acting way too high and mighty or this,” Gaz stated.

“I think I'm acting the right amount of high and mighty for my skills,” You shrugged.

“Skills we haven't seen yet,” Gaz grumbled.

“I don't need to prove anything,” you shrugged.

“Well, if ye so confident in yourself lass. How bout a wee little bet?” Jonny asked.

“Depends on what it is,” you smirked. With the smirk Jonny already knew you accepted the bet.

“If anyone of us can last longer than you, you owe us all a week of sick leave,” Jonny put the offer forward. In the military you need a doctor's note or your medic's permission to have a sick day. Which was practically impossible to get. You don't abuse your power but you didn't put up with their bullshit either. So they only ever got sick leave when they were actually sick. And not a man cold either, they had to actually be sick.

“And what do I get?” you asked.

“Bragging rights?” Jonny suggested.

“I'll settle for a picture of you in the outfit you rocked back at the shop,” you stated, pointing to him. Jonny grinned widely.

“Deal,” he said as you too shook on it.

“You ready, boss?” Jonny asked, turning to Price.

“A week of sick leave, you said?” he asked, debating if he wanted to be a part of your shenanigans.

“Yes sir,” you nodded.

“Right,” he muttered, pushing his hat further down on his head before slipping in the coral and shaking his jacket off his shoulders.

You had to give it to Price, he was pretty good. And he looked like he stepped right out of a cow boy movie. The mustache and the fit was just perfect. You sucked in a breath as he was thrown from the horse. Impressed cheers came from the others. He lasted almost ten seconds.

“Ghost?” Jonny suggested.

“I prefer to keep my balls unpopped,” Ghost grumbled.

“Guess that's me then,” You spoke up. Walking up to Bessy you smiled brushing her nose before walking round her to where Arthur stood.

“Need a hand?” he offered.

“Nah mate,” you said effortlessly, swinging yourself up onto the saddle and taking the reins in hand. The familiar creak of the leather saddle and the ruff feel of the reins was welcoming. You settled into the back of the saddle, leaning back slightly. You pressed your hat down far enough down your forehead that the only thing you saw was your hands and the horse's shoulder blades.

“Alright, lets fucking do this,” you whispered before gently kicking her. You leaned back as far as you could and pulled the reins tight as she bucked wildly. Your body was jerked about left and right back and forth, yet you held on. The boys had to admit they were impressed. The ranchers cheered as the seconds drew on. As you hit the thirty second mark you swore as the horse slammed up against the side of the railings. To avoid you leg getting crushed you lumped off, the force sending you flying over the fence, right into Arthur who just happened to be sitting stop it. The two of you hit the ground in a cloud of dust. A relatively soft fall for you due to you landing on the cowboy.

“Fuck you alright?” You asked as you quickly hopped off the poor man.

“Look at that, falling for you already,” he groaned, painfully accepting your hand to help him up.

“That line usually work?” you asked with a small smile. You had to admit he was kinda cute.

“Well I don't usually have pretty women tackling me off the fence but here we are,” he said. You chuckled, shaking your head picking up your hat.

“How long was that Jonny!?” You yelled across the coral.

“Too fucking long!” he yelled back. You grinned smugly making your way back over to the boys.

Gaz and Jonny were adamant on getting those sick days. Price opted in for a few more tries, coming only four seconds from your record before he called it quits.

“Not gonna have a go Ghost?” you asked nudging his side.

“Risk getting hurt before the mission, not likely,” he stated as you watched Jonny narrowly avoid a broken bone.

“Fair enough,” you muttered. The boys could not beat your best. With bruised bodies and prides you all retired to your a few spar rooms in the bunkhouse.

The next morning, you all gathered before dawn. Arthur said you were gonna learn how to ride. The boys walking a bit slower than they usually would. You were all assigned horses. Ghost and Price and Gaz were going well after some instruction. And Jonny. Well let's just say he wasn't built to ride horses. He just couldn't wrap his head around it. Loud laughs sounded as the horse started to trot slightly, sending your little scotsman's bouncing rapidly in his saddle.

“Fu-Uck En H-EL-LL,” he said through bounces as his head bobbled around. You rode up to him gently pulling on the rains to get the horse to slow down.

“Come on Mate. your ancestors road these guys into battle,” You said.

“Nah, these are American horses. If it was a scottish horse I would be grand,” he stated definitely. Amused by his logic, you just shook your head. To your surprise, Simon pulled up on the other side of Jonny. “Having a bit of trouble there?” Ghost asked smuggle. “Fuck Ye LT,” Jonny grunted, trying to glare only for him to slid sideways in the saddle. You reached out holding his jacket to keep him steady as he readjusted. Ghost smirked before trotting forward. You rode up to his side looking over his posture, one hand resting on his thigh, the other holding both the reins.

“You’ve done this before,” you stated.

“When I was a kid,” he muttered.

“It shows, You're a natural,” you said.

“Not as good as you,” he said.

“Oh stop it, you'll make me blush,” you grinned. He glanced over at your smile, grunting in response.

“So this is your dream, huh?” he asked. Your grin turned into a fond smile.

“Yeah. I want a nice plot of land in the tablelands,” you stated.

“Table lands?” Ghost asked.

“I'll admit you guys have some nice green pastures in England. But the tablelands. Man, it's something different altogether. Rolling green hills right out of a picture book. It's high up, lots of rain, and rainforests. Fog will roll over the hills in the cold mornings and arvos. I'll have five horses, shit ton of chickens and cows. Maybe a goat or two,” your shrugged. “Two dogs. One working kelpie and and little staffy,” you continued.

“A big old cottage that I built myself. Oh, it's gotta have a basement. Definitely a secret passage. Maybe a fake skeleton chucked in there.” your words had Simon smiling as his eyes settled on you. Settled on the sparkle of your eyes as you described it all.

“Oh and there will be this big ol tree. If I have a family I'll string it up with fairy lights and lanterns. I'll invite you boys round for week long adventures. Big ol fire place next to it,” you reminisce of a life that you possibly might never get to live. After all, your job wasn't necessarily safe.

“Oh so I’m a part of this future huh?” he asked. The instant your gaze turned to him he realized what he said. His face flushed as your smile became impossibly brighter.

“Of course,” you stated simply. Only when you did think of all those things you left out one key part. Whenever you thought about your future, the annoying prick in front of you would pop into the frame. Helping you build the cottage. Putting one of his masks on the fake skeletons. Him in the tree hanging up the lights. Him sitting next to you around the roaring fire. Clearing his throat his face flushed deeply as he looked back to the path in front of you. You didn't see the flush though. You simply saw him avoiding your gaze. For a moment, he wondered if he was having a heart attack. He thought it was the only explanation for his rapid heartbeat.

“Were going for a run care to join?” Arthur called back to you.

“Sure,” you called back.

“So you ready to show me just how good you are?” You leaned over to Ghost with a taunting

“Perhaps,” he grunted.

“First one to the tree up on that ridge,” you suggested.

“Are we betting anything?” he asked.

“Bragging rights?” you shrugged. “On three?” you suggested.

“Alright, three,” he stated kicking his horse into a gallop. An excited grin stretched across your face as you did the same. The cantering group let out exclamations of surprise as you two zoomed past them in a full gallop. Even with his headstart you quickly caught up to him. Riding would forever feel different to everything in your life. It felt like flying, but so much more magical. As you were neck and neck you looked over to Ghost who looked to you. With a wink, you dropped the reins, opening your arms out as the horse pulled forward. You won by just an inch.

The next day it was game time. You were strapped up and dressed up for your rodeo. You left a little earlier than the boys. You were hanging around beer in hand playing the part as Arthur introduced you to a few people. Chucking your watch you glanced at the time.

“They should be here by now,” you muttered.

“Speak of the devils,” Arthur muttered nodding behind you. A low whistle left your lips as you took them in.

As everyone took them in. Women, buckle bunnies and men had their eyes set on the group. They looked like a master piece of hot manliness. And you had to admit they looked good enough to have anyone's panties dropped with just a word. There boots kicking up dust as they strutted through the crowd. You swore the music was perfect of their entrance, looking like a scene out of a movie.

“Boys,” you nodded to them as they approached.

“Anna,” Price nodded to you. Your cover name for the mission.

“Come on, I've got to introduce you to someone,” Arthur stated beckoning you all over. You sucked in a small breath as he took you all to the target.

“Tommy,” Arthur greeted the man like old friends.

“Arthur, how are you, my boy?” he asked. He was an older man, a true cowboy.

“Good Good,” Arthur nodded as they embraced.

“So you're the one Arthurs has been speaking about. You should know outsiders aren't usually welcome here,” the target stated as he turned to you.

“What scared of the challenge?” you asked with a teasing smile. The man paused a beat before breaking out into laughter.

“She's a spunk fire all right. Name’s Tom, everyone calls me Tommy,” he greeted holding his hand out to you.

“Anna,” you introduced yourself.

“Anna, you dont look like an Anna,” he said.

“Oh yeah, what do I look like?” you asked.

“Some real classy name. Like Evangeline or somethin,” he stated.

“Well, you certainly look like a Tommy,” you said.

“Why thank you ma’am,” he tipped his hat to you.

“And who are these fellas?” he asked turning to the boys.

“I'm her manager, Cole,” Price introduced himself. “These boys are on the team,” he stated, pointing to the rest who gave nods.

“I see, well fellas I'll see you out there,” he stated giving you another nod before walking off.

“So we grabbing him?” Jonny asked.

“To many people here,” Price mumbled.

“After the main event you'll have your chance, that's when he goes home,” Arthur said. You nodded, glancing around you. Fancy profession buckers were walking all round you.

“Nervous Darling?” Arthur asked. The boys gaze snapped to him, some pissed of some surprised. The way American men say darling is just something different.

“I'm about to strap myself to a state of the art bucking horse. Of corse im fucking nervous,” you muttered.

“Don't worry. Come on, there are some other events before. Let's get you warmed up,” he stated. You needed to keep your mind occupied, so you agreed. Steer wrestling and roping was your go to. You didn't place first in anything but you didn't do too bad. The boys looked at you in a different light as you rode beside a young bull, jumping off your horse to wrestle it to the ground, flipping it over and tying its legs up.

“God damn,” Jonny whispered as you stood to your feet holding your hands in the air.

“She's good, really good,” Arthur stated as he stood by the boys.

“That's our girl,” Price stated simply.

“So, what are you lot to her?” he asked.

“What?” Gaz asked squinting at the man.

“You lot seem real close. I know you're a team but I don't want to step on anyone's toes, I'm a gentle man like that,” he shrugged.

“What do you mean step on anyone's toes?” Price asked, his arms folding over his chest taking on the protective dad stance.

“Look if she's spoken for I'll back off. But I don't see no ring, and she calls you all by name. No pet names,” Arthur trailed off before turning to Ghost.

“So I guess im asking what are you to her,” the question was pointed at Ghost the boys quickly catching on. Ghost turned fully to him tucking his hand under his arm pits where his guns sat, hidden by his jacket. Although he made a point to let the smooth metal peek out.

“I'm the guy that fucks you up seven ways to Sunday if you hurt her,” his voice was deathly low, shaking Arthur up a bit. Yet it was Simon's glare that had the man really scared.

But he also got the answer he wanted.

“So she's available?” Arthur pointed out with a grin.

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juni-ravenhall · 5 months

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how i wouldve rewritten the sso intro quests (off the top of my head in like 10 min and im not a professional writer just a hobby gamedev)

they can 100% keep the ferry cutscene it was cute

we are welcomed to the camp by justin and told that this is the moorland stables and his dad owns it, he hopes you'll enjoy your time. now lets walk over the bridge from moorland->camp to show you your cabin and meet maya.

near the cabins, maya is holding the starter horse (by the reins like when we lead) and talking to lisa (and maybe alex) when we arrive. we say hi, she tells us this is your lesson horse for now and she already got it ready, commenting on that it can be a bit difficult but nothing major, just nobody has really clicked with it yet (similar what she says in new intro).

there is a moment of a cutscene between the horse and mc, showing that we feel some kind of bond or intrigue as a soul rider, mc has a dialogue/thought like "i feel like this horse is looking at me almost like a human" or idk something.

lisa says hi and something similar as new intro - that shes there to get used to horses again after her trauma and taking it slowly.

justin says he has to go help another camper, bye. maya says, lets go to the paddock and you can try getting on the horse, we're going to have a lesson with everyone soon but there's some time until then.

maya helps us get up on the horse in the paddock, while lisa is leaning on the fence, watching.

we learn the controls how to move, the same basic of the new intro.

maya asks how we are feeling, and that it looks like we have a good handle on this horse already, like we are a good fit.

The dramatic cutscene i need: the camera cuts from us sitting on the horse to some kind of magic or fripp related thing right next to the paddock - it could be the fripp ghost, it could be something else. (something nobody else can see.) our horse spooks at the mysterious thing and we fall off!

mc goes "urgh, ow, ow!" and we're laying on the ground, holding our leg/arm/whatever. but the camera showed that lisa (with a worried face) very quickly ran over as we fell and now bends down next to us, while maya is catching the horse.

the camera shows a close up shot of some strange little light around lisas hand as she touches our hurt bodypart. mc then quickly starts relaxing from the pained face. lisa asks if we're okay, and mc is like "yeah, that hurt, but... i guess its not that bad, its not really hurting now...?"

as that scene happened, our starter horse came back towards us, and it lowers its head to sort of nuzzle us as we sit on the ground with lisa, as if to say "sorry, you okay?" (this is to help show the horse isn't scary and didnt mean to throw us off.)

mc cautiously pets the horse's head, there's a moment of animation between caution to then relaxing and accepting the horse's apparent apology.

maya is back in the shot, asks if we're okay, and we nod, lisa says "it seems they're fine". maya or lisa offers their hand to get us up.

maya says the best thing is to get right back up in the saddle, if we really aren't hurt and feel okay. lisa looks hesitant and says we dont have to get back up right now if we dont want to, because that was scary and its okay to be scared, but she agrees maya is right about not letting the fear take over too. maya might say "sorry, i didnt mean to be insensitive, i know you went through a lot lisa" and lisa is like "its alright, dont worry".

mc says we're getting back on, so we do and we have some other little practice, like the full stop.

justin comes back after that, and says we're ready to have the lesson now. now there are some bobcats around (not just random anonymous npcs nobody cares about) and some npcs that look more similar to mc aka camp participants.

here the lesson (implied to be happening with other camp participants, whether they can be shown in the paddock or only outside it) could be a small test where the player has to follow the lines at the correct gait, since this would come back with dressage later in the game (assuming it will be added properly) and the "follow the line" in some other gameplay (druid training, foal training on south hoof, etc)

after that we learn how to jump with a very small jump, and lisa on the side is like "you can do it!", after the jump there's a small cutscene of mc patting the horse and the horse looking happy (bonding moment). maybe here there could be some extra drama, show the player someone watching from the shadows, or a DC drone, ...or not if thats too much.

now maya and justin introduce that we're going to do a small simple race, here more or less same as in new intro. lisa says we inspired her with our braveness and she gets on starshine and joins the race (we can see her riding it ahead of us).

at the end of the race lisa is happy and we're all having fun. (here's another chance to add in a menacing person/drone watching from the shadows, if not before this, but again, maybe thats too much.)

justin now helps us get off the horse (still on the new island thingy, not at moorland stables) and we move over to the stalls and learn how to groom and feed our horse there. here we also learn how to buy horse feed and fill the bucket.

after this, it would be okay to introduce linda, reading as she is in the new intro. (lisa could ask what shes reading and linda says "100k knights of unistria vampire AU" and lisa says "oh, you printed out fanfics again, i shouldve guessed...")

but when linda says the "we've met before" thing, give mc an option to answer - "i also feel like we met before, but where?" or "im not sure...", small changes to this dialogue to make it better and more immersive for the player.

from here you could either jump to the dream sequence in a similar way its done now, but maybe show vaguely the other soul riders in the dream *while we havent met them yet*. i do think the dream could also be improved - show us 4 ghostly horses instead of 2 to represent the soul riders horses, and do some of the camera work differently for other parts.

the next day, we leave our cabin and maya is outside, there's a cutscene to force us to start the quest. she says "oh, you're up early" - "yeah, i had a nightmare" - "aw that sucks. sorry to ask, but since you're up, would you mind helping me out a bit?" - we start a quest to go to fort pinta to pick up stuff for the camp, and to meet alex and james there. maybe lisa or linda is up early too and offers to join.

honestly i dont have energy to write anymore bc i dont get paid but you get the idea. alex (and james) get introduced here on day 2 during this errand quest to fp (which might Go Wrong in some way for drama, bc we need drama), maybe jasper can still be introduced here just being grumpy and starting some of the lore for justin, without fully stopping us from going. something else shady could happen with GED, kembell, a slight rewrite of the old intro, allowing linda or lisa or justin or maya to talk to us about GED as it happens (maya certainly has reason to). anne could be introduced later at the end of day 2, and here we could go into the campfire and lisa's singing and shit. (or you could build it up for another day, so we feel even more bonded with the charas first!)

#star stable online #ssoblr

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shattersstar · 9 months

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facing the gun.

pairing: cowboy!jason todd x reader

series summary: the sheriff of the mining town, your farmhouse sat outside of, had never done a thing to help you and when he went missing, well you didn’t bat an eye. the town grappled with the loss and change while a stranger approached you for work, a black hat wearing rider on a pale horse, bringing violence and life to your lonely home.

warnings: lil angst, violence/death mention, jason n reader don’t actually meet in this one (which i feel like i should disclaim)

a/n: ahh ive wanted to write this for a while and im so nervous about starting a series because i dont have the brain for them but!! here’s hoping!! though this is just a prologue i’m hoping to have the first part out shortly <3 enjoy & feedback is always appreciated ! yeehaww

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prologue. — a stranger shows up in town after a widow leaves, and a quiet farmhouse encounters them both.

It had just been over two months, the mining town starting to come to terms with the fact the sheriff was long gone. Dead or alive didn’t matter—just gone. You could see it in his wife’s eyes, glassy and cold. She moved around town like a ghost, reality setting in and eyes all watching her. It was no surprise she left in the middle of the night, her children loaded into a wagon with her husband’s rifle to her right. You had been the only one to see her leave, sitting on your porch and keeping watch over your land.

She slowed her wagon once her gaze caught the light from your lantern. You squinted, trying discern their faces when you could only see three silhouettes against the deep blue night sky. She stopped at the mouth of your property, before carefully turning down the modest dirt path. It was lined with fenced in cattle on the left and an empty grass field to the right. Your brows pulled together as you watched the wagon move slow and carefully towards you. She stopped short of your lantern's reach, and got off her horse. You knew she could see the gun strewn across your lap, so you weren’t exactly worried.

You were curious if anything.

“I never did believe my husband when he told me you sat out here like this.” She said, the light illuminating her sad face.

“Had to see it for yourself?” You asked, with a raised brow.

“Might as well, girls wanted to know too.” You let out a breathy chuckle at that.

“Pardon me ma’am, but I must say I’m glad to know the sheriff did talk about me, even if he did nothing to help.” Her face didn’t change, no anger for the slandering of her gone husband.

“He used to be a good man. And I’m sorry he didn’t do more for you.” She sighed, sending you a wavering smile before turning back into the darkness.

“Be seeing you.” You called, with a wave of the hand, but she didn’t respond. She stood in front of her horse for a minute before mounting and staring at you through the darkness.

“If he…if he comes back, tell him I’m going east—to my family.”

And then you watched as they were once again into silhouettes in the distance, turning away from the only life they had known and disappearing into the wide world.

You sat outside till the sky started to lighten, an ocean blue instead of the drowning darkness it was hours before. You pushed yourself up, doing a lap of your wraparound porch before heading to bed. Exhaustion had already been pulling at the corners of your mind, and as you got into your bed the interaction with the sheriff’s wife repeated in your head. You dreamt of the moment on an endless loop—her sad eyes staring widely through you before the sound of her broken voice echoed and bled into that of her horse riding away and dragging the old wagon with it. It filled your ears till the point you woke up a few hours later with a jolt, the distant sound of horse shoes clopping hanging in your mind.

You fell back asleep almost instantly after your body calmed down, unaware of the lone rider who had just passed your farm, dawning a wide brimmed black hat and old bandana stained red and something violent. He was the devil who rode a pale horse accordingly, the white streak in the rider’s blacker than night hair opposed the dark grey markings against the white of his mare's forehead.

The pair slunk into the mining town as the sun started to warm the sky, exhaustion tumbling over him as his grip loosened around the reins. His fingers and wrists ached, joints overstressed and burning. He had been riding for a lifetime, just trying to get his furthest away from Gotham, from the life he had made and burned to the ground in the growing city. His only memories stuffed into his pack, and the horse that had been gifted to him by a man who was a father to a boy long dead.

“Put up a tombstone that reads Jason Peter Todd because he is dead from this moment on. To you and Gotham. I will never be back here, not as anyone you know at least old man.”

Jason thought of those words as he passed a farmhouse, sprawling fences with a barn in the distance. He could see a cat walking along one of the gates, keeping an eye over the cows it seemed. He clicked his tongue when he realized his horse had come to a stop at his staring. She picked up her pace again, trotting into the town that had started to awaken. Whispers filled the streets before he showed up, no one even seeming to care for the stranger trudging into the small inn and the weary horse lapping up water from the trough outside. Jason kept his hat on, but pulled his bandana off his face as he stepped inside. It was dark, one candle by the front illuminating the man working and the lone patron eating breakfast.

The keeper seemed to startle at the sight of Jason, who laughed to himself as he approached. “Don’t see many customers this early, sir.” The innkeeper gruffed, earning a hum in acknowledgement. “Not too many passing through these days either.” He added, as Jason set down a handful of coins.

“Don’t need a room for the night, just a few hours and a meal.” He explained, earning a weary glance from the man.

“Were not tha—“

“Kind of establishment, I know. I’ll be leaving this evening.” Jason didn’t add more, holding the man’s gaze. He had just said business was slow, refusing him would be idiotic.

“Get out.” The man apparently was an idiot, and it made Jason scoff. If only this man knew who he had just refused—no. Jason pushed his anger aside, snatching up his coins before he turned on his heels. He wasn’t going to haggle with a stupid man, and arguing only made men stupider. He tied his bandana back around his face as he reached the door, stopping with his hand on the handle.

“Any work nearby?” He asked no one in particular, earning a scoff from the innkeeper before he was interrupted by the man eating his breakfast.

“Nowhere in town stranger, see the mines dried up sometime ago I hear. Some settlements deeper in the valley got work, railroad too, but that’s down West.” He explained between bites.

“Rotten work too.” He replied, earning a chuckle and nod from the bearded stranger, who finally met Jason’s gaze. His eyes were tired, that glassy blue grey colour that seemed to see beyond time.

“Ain’t that the God’s truth stranger!” He all, but hollered, suddenly livelier—younger than he looked moments ago. “Rotten is exactly what that work was—worst time of my life on the tracks.”

“You’ve had your chat, now get going!” The innkeeper interjected suddenly, gearing up to shout more when the bearded stranger slammed his hand on the wooden tabletop.

“Aye—cut it out. You were stupid enough to deny this mans coin for a room, let him buy a meal and chat with me. I like him and Lord knows you need the money.” Jason couldn’t stop the grin pulling at the corner of his lips as the innkeeper stammered for a response.

“F-fine, but you’re both—“

“Getting out after this, we know. Now come take a seat stranger.” The man gestured to the seat across from him. Jason glanced sideways at the innkeeper who seemed scared more than anything. It made his smile fall as he joined the older stranger, taking off his black hat and placing it on the empty seat next to him. The worker vanished somewhere in the back while the two men sat in silence. Until, “Aren’t you—huack—“ He choked before continuing “gon’ tell me your name boy?”

“Call me boy again—“

“Hey, hey. Stranger is it than.” The older man relented, coughing a few times into his shoulder before taking a swig of whatever swirled around his stained mug. “So you’re looking for work?”

“Aye.”

“You picked the wrong stretch of land bo…stranger, its dry and dead out here.”

“How ‘bout that farmhouse, the one few miles outside the town.”

The man laughed, the innkeeper who placed a bowl of what Jason assumed was porridge joined in, both men nearly going blue with their wheezy chuckles. “You would be a fool to take work there, it's where the mothers send their sons for farmhand training or a disciplining.” The innkeeper explained before wandering back to his post.

Jason eyed the man sitting across from him, prompting details with his silent gaze. “Used to be run by a family, all, but one dead and gone. And lemme tell you, the one left is a real son of a bitch.”

“Probably ran the old sheriff outta town—“ The keepers voice piped in from behind Jason.

“Heard they beat the crap outta some miner a year back—“

“They got a temper like no other—“

“Most of the town steers clear unless it’s for business—“

“Damn hard worker though.”

Jason took in the men’s information, downing his food in a handful of spoonfuls before tossing a few coins onto the tabletop. It was more than the innkeeper deserved, but information was always worth paying for.

“Good day stranger.” The old man called from where he sat. Jason slipped his hat back on, about to pull his bandana over his face when the shimmer of the star tucked away under the old man’s coat caught his eye. It was a brief glimpse, but Jason could see the start of the word SHERIFF curved along the bottom of the man’s badge.

It made Jason chuckle, eyes dragging from the badge to the man’s face noticeably so. He grinned as he pushed the door open to venture to this seemingly infamous farmhouse, “And good day to you…deputy.”

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artwork cred: mark maggiori

#literally all the other parts will b jason n the reader interacting i promise yall #just gotta set the scene 😌🤠#jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #red hood x reader #red hood imagine #dc x reader #dc imagine #writing #facing the gun

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snapghoul · 1 year

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SoapGhost Aus that have been bouncing around in my head

I have thought way too much about these, they’re really long but I crave these fics.

Mer/Biologist Au: (this already kinda exists) Shark/or Orca mer!Ghost, Biologist!Soap who works at a rescue aquarium/museum. Ghost gets caught in one of they’re nets while tracking a recent release, while soap is on a day off. He get brought back to base(what Soap and Gaz call it) and put into a holding tank, Ghost is not very fond of that. Unknown to Ghost, there is another Mer in the aquarium already, Price a shark/or Orca as well who unfortunately cannot be released since he needs prosthetic fins after begging attacked, and lives in the main room (a huge tank, like the Chimelong Ocean Kingdom). He mostly hides during public hours in a connected tank away from eyes, but he is very kind to the staff (only 141 & laswell). How Soap and Ghost first meet is Ghost drags Soap under while he’s walking across the catwalk of the holding tank. Ensue Soap trying to befriend the grumpy Mer. OTHER CHARACTERS: Alex probably a dark blue Discus Mer (bc I think blue suits him but can be changed). Farah could be either Biologist or Mer, Graves definitely works at the aquarium and is a meanie, don’t know where Shepard fits but definitely a bad guy. Alejandro and Rudy are definitely both Mers. Valeria is baddie, but in a good way, she helps the mers but is disliked by Alejandro bc she (purposely) almost ran him over after a argument.

Wolf Walker Au: Soap is a wolf walker and Ghost is a Townie who’s family was killed by wolf walkers. Soap lives with his family in the woods, he is the only male in his family (bc honestly this man acts like he grew up with all sisters) and struggles to protect them from hunters set on destroying them. Chomps down on Ghost, who tracked him down one night, he didn’t mean to but Ghost had him pinned. Now Ghost is panicking bc he is the hunter become the hunted, something he’s hated forever. Soap thinks is fun after he gets snapped at my his mother. Ghost tells Price, another hunter, who tells Gaz who tells Roach, who tells the rest of the 141 hunters. They all swear not to hunt him unless he hurts a human. Ghost agrees. Eventually Soaps family gets tracked & captured in wolf form and is held captive in the town. Soap goes feral bc we love. Ghost is torn bc he known the pain of loosing family but he can’t let soap hurt innocent people. Ghost & the others talk him down and devise a new plan to free his family. It goes side ways, but ends with them being free. The 141 hunters follow the wolf walkers to a new forest to build new away from the hate.

Dragon Rider Au: we love a classic dragon fic. This stems from another Au by someone I can’t remember their name, buts they’re is based off GOT, where Ghost is a Targaryen (I think?) I love that Au. This Au is similar but with out the GOT, where Soap is a knight that gets saved by a dragon rider during battle, he never gets the rider name but remembers the dragon vividly and the mask. Soap wanted to be a rider but his knighthood to his monarch forbids him from riding, so he often thinks of the rider. Until one day the baron of house Riley is known to visit, Soap nearly fell over when the dragon that lingered in his thoughts blasted him with strong gusts from its wings. And it’s the masked rider! Soap is excited to see him again and finally thank him for saving his life. Then Soap gets assigned to Baron Riley to aid in a soothing rising conflict in bordering lands, he is even more excited. Less excited to learn he gets stuck on the ground with his horse while his leader is overhead. Soap eventually cracks the Baron and becomes close friends, he also gets to ride the dragon when they get separated, leaving soap with Ghost’s dragon. I think Soap should get his own at some point and then they can both be menaces of the sky.

Artist/Barista 141 Mafia Au: now this is also a things but this Au is just too good. Soap is a artist who works at a local cafe with his best friend Gaz, a free lance photographer. They live together and are chaotic besties. The cafe is a front for the 141 group, the leader Price owning it, both Soap and Gaz and unaware, bc Price is a stickler for keeping everything under tight wraps. Ghost is second in command is a feared by most members for being so ruthless and cold. He hangs around in the corners menacingly but is SO smitten for Soap, he is absolute fool when he speaks to the artist, like he’s so thankful for his mask or he’d be a glow stick with how red he gets, and he always complains to Roach after he embarrasses himself again. Roach thinks it’s funny but will stick with his bestie as his wingbug. One night after closing, Gaz and soap get snatched by Shadow company, 141’s biggest rival, they destroy the cafe and hold the boys for ransom. Both a confused like “who?” Cut to hurt comfort, after the two get tortured and tossed to the street after the shadows realize they really don’t know anything and Price finds them with busted noses, wet clothes and so many bruises. Ghost is infuriated when Price returns with them all busted up but informed of what their place of employment actually is. A lot of gang fights and plan to remove shadow company from the city, Soap gets to blow stuff up, Ghost gets a lil better at voicing his feels for soap (still bright red tho) and Price gains to new members who are way better at fighting then their other jobs. Also I feel like 141 would be a classy mafia, like 3 peice suits with slim bullet vests and under arm holsters.

#simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soapghost #soap mctavish #ghost x soap #ghostsoap #modern warfare 2 #ghost mw2 #ghost mwii #captain price #kyle garrick #kyle gaz garrick #captain johnathan price #kate laswell #phillip graves #ao3fic #alex keller #farah karim

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shadowdaddies · 5 months

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Can u do Asterin x reader where reader is Elide’s friend. Manon fell for elide and well…Asterin has eyes for her friend 👀

anon I like how your mind works. I love Malide so this was fun to write💜

Getting Lost

Asterin x Reader

The carriage driver refused to take you very far past the outskirts of Briarcliff, stopping the horses as he leaped from the coach. As soon as you crossed into the Witch Kingdom, the man tossed your bags out of the trunk, shooing you out of the carriage seat as he left you in the dust.

You sighed, realizing you should have known it was too good to be true that someone was willing to take you all the way to Crochan castle. The late Summer sun was beating down on you as you clumsily grabbed your bags, beginning the rest of the dreadful journey on foot.

It was clear how many hours had passed by the setting sun and the ache in your feet. There was nothing and no one around for miles, and you were soon to be alone in the dark. Stopping for a seat on your luggage to rest your sore feet, you read over the letter from your friend, Elide for encouragement.

You hadn’t seen Elide since she had been taken to Morath by her uncle, believing that you would never be able to see her again. You wept with joy when you received the unexpected letter from her, informing you that her uncle was dead and that she was married to the Crochan Queen, Manon Blackbeak. Leaping at the invitation to visit her, you sent her a letter notifying her that you were on your way and left the next morning.

Panic filled your bones as you considered a horrifying option. What if Elide never received your letter? What if you were doomed to wander through the Witch Kingdom, with no hope of anyone finding you? Tears threatened to fall at the thought, lower lip wobbling when your thoughts were interrupted by a thunderclap.

Of course, you thought. Just my luck that it’s going to rain. But when you looked up, you didn’t see rainclouds - you saw something much more terrifying. It wasn’t a thunderclap you had heard, but the flap of a wyvern’s wings as it flew straight towards you. After a frantic search, you realized that there was nowhere to hide from the beast. You were left to accept your fate.

As the beast neared, you stood your ground, hopeful for any confidence that might help you as you calculated your scarily low odds of taking on the creature. But instead of swooping for attack, the wyvern’s wings beat upwards, slowing its descent to land a distance in front of you. It was at that moment when you finally took in the sight of it - a shockingly beautiful, light blue wyvern - with a rider. You struggled to see through the dirt that hung in the air from the wyvern’s landing, only seeing the outline of a tall blonde woman as she dismounted the beast.

She moved towards you, her features coming into focus and taking your breath away. She was stunning, with blonde hair and golden eyes, a beautiful smile lighting up her face as she called your name. You realized that she must be a witch, knees almost buckling with instant relief as you recognized her as your savior.

“We’ve been looking for you everywhere. Elide will be so glad I found you - she’s been worried sick.” The striking blonde grabbed your bags for you, turning back towards the wyvern. “Come on, then,” she called over her shoulder. “I’m Asterin, by the way.” Asterin, you whispered to yourself - the sound of her name on your tongue made your heart flutter, and you knew this woman would be your ruin in the best way.

After a nauseating flight back to the grand castle, Asterin took your bags, letting you know they’d be in your room. Elide ran out, almost knocking you over with a hug, tears staining cheeks as the two of you embraced, a weight lifted off your shoulders as you saw your friend finally free. Feeling eyes on you, you glanced over Elide’s shoulder to see another stunning woman, similar to Asterin but with white hair - watching you with a small smile.

Elide pulled back from your hug. “Right, this is Manon,” she said, pulling the witch queen by her hand as she snuggled into her side. You couldn’t help the smile that took over your features, immensely happy for Elide. “It’s so nice to meet you, Manon.”

The couple walked you up to your room, letting you know that a bath was drawn for you and food would be brought to you, as it was late at night by now, and you were desperate for rest after your journey. Bidding them goodnight, you opened the door to your room to see Asterin unpacking your clothes into the dresser. “Oh, you don’t need to do that!” you said in an apologetic tone.

Asterin had been so kind to you, and you were admittedly flustered by the beautiful witch’s presence, much less her going through your underwear. She turned to smile at you, her bright expression taking your breath away once again. “It’s my pleasure. I’m excited to meet Elide’s friend who I’ve heard so much about. You seem like an incredible person,” Asterin spoke softly, almost shy sounding as she gazed at you with those hypnotizing golden eyes.

You were enraptured by her presence, unable to think about anything except that smile and how you’d do anything to see it again. Asterin noticed your focus on her lips, the moment becoming heated as you inched closer to each other. Without realizing what you were doing, you brought up your thumb to trace her bottom lip. She sucked in a breath, drawing your attention back to her eyes, wide as she searched your face.

Whatever Asterin saw in your expression must have encouraged her - brought her own hand up to your chin, surprisingly gentle as she tilted your lips to brush softly against hers. You leaned in further, deepening the kiss for a moment before she pulled away. That devastating smile graced her features once more before she leaned in, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips once more. “Good night,” Asterin whispered as she moved towards the door.

Asterin turned around, hand on the doorknob as she bit her lip. “I look forward to getting to know you more,” she said before slipping out the door. You collapsed onto the bed, a laugh bubbling up as you grew giddy with excitement. What luck to get lost in the Witch Kingdom.

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LOSING BUT WINNING | PIN HAWTHORNE

Summary: Imagine falling off a horse while competing and hurting yourself, and Pin helping you.

"And now, our final competitor number seven for our second race today, from Bright Fields stables," the announcer bellowed as you rode to the field and you tried to swallow your nervousness. You were a good rider - the best bet against Pin, as Mia had said it.

Pin. Pin rode for Holloway now and Mia expected everyone at Bright Fields to hate him for that, basically saying you're betraying the team if you don't. You had to beat him. You had to be better than him. Especially after Zoe fell off Raven and was disqualified with the last section of the competition. But at least she hadn't had her crush racing beside her.

You took a shaky breath and squeezed Pixie into a walk. The rest of the competitors were trotting down the track, you in the middle. You had to beat them all. You had to win. If you didn't, you felt like Mia would pretty much kill you as the whole team would have been disqualified and then the stables would likely be bulldozed with all its debts.

Pixie seemed to pick up on your nerves and began to snort and tossing her head.

"You've got this, Pixie," you muttered and patted her neck, trying to calm the horse. You took another deep breath, trying to focus, to remember the training you had done during the past weeks as you settled on your spot beside everyone else.

It would be just a little country race riding. You had done the course dozens of times. You knew how to do this.

You could win this. You could be the star of the Bright Fields team, you would outdo yourself.

"Ready, set, go!" the announcer's voice shouted through the field.

You nudged Pixie and the horse launched into gallop. You kept your eyes on the course, feeling like flying over the obstacles. Trees were just blur at the sides of your eyes and your heart was racing from the adrenaline. Pixie's mane was flying around her head, and the horse's hooves pounded the dirt of the course.

You felt like a hero from some fairytale as you raced there and barely hearing others behind you. You would win this, you would outdo yourself.

The course had you crossing through the forest and came to a small creek. Pixie jumped over the log obstacle, and then jumped the next jump, the one after that, and just when you were guiding her to steer right, she neighed and on the next moment, you were sent flying off the back of the horse.

"Ahh!" You cried out as you landed on the mud pond by the creek.

Pixie fell down and neighed some more, and you tried to get up. Your chest and legs hurt and your face felt wet from the mud. You tried to stand but it hurt. You wanted to get up, to check on Pixie, but you just couldn't. You saw Pixie lying there, trying to get up, but she was in the same shape that you were in - she couldn't get up either and her neighing soon turned into quiet whimpers.

You heard the horses galloping towards you and looked up to see Pin, who immediately stopped Elvis upon seeing you and dismounting him.

"Are you alright?" He asked you, his eyes roaming over you in concern.

You groaned. "No... I think I broke something."

"Here." Pin hooked his arm over your waist. "I'll carry you."

"I can walk..." You tried to get up, but you almost screamed when the pain shot through again.

"Looks like it," he chuckled, lifting you with his arm around your waist.

Other competitors came by you too, looking at Pixie lying on the ground and you in Pin's arms.

"Are they ok?" One of them asked and Pin shook his head.

"Call the medical team, Pixie needs help," he told them and nodded towards you. "I'll take my them back and check on them," he told them and then turned to you. "Come on."

You didn't protest and just let him take you. You were grateful for his help and he seemed to understand you were in pain. He helped you mount Elvis and soon you were riding back double, him sitting behind you, ensuring you wouldn't fall off.

"And we have a winner! It's Pin Hawthorne from-"

The announcer cut off her speech as she saw you slightly slumped forward in front of Pin, covered in mud, looking like you're going to pass out soon, and on the next moment, a medical team was rushing up towards you and helping you down Elvis. You were lowered down on the stretcher and carried away, your mind not really working at that point anymore.

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You woke up in a hospital, in a private room with Pin sleeping on an armchair beside you. You groaned as your headache came back, and Pin immediately woke up and he blinked at your for a second or two before taking a light hold of your hand.

"Hey, it's alright. You're in the hospital, you had an accident," he said softly, rubbing your fingers with his thumb.

"Where's Pixie?" You asked, your mind immediately going through the worst scenario.

"She's in the stables. She's getting treatment too." Pin explained quickly. "She'll be alright, she's young and strong."

You nodded. "Thanks..."

"They almost didn't let me come here," he muttered. "So I lied about being your boyfriend."

Your cheeks immediately heated up from that, but you smiled at him bashfully. "Oh... that's nice of you."

He smiled slightly at you again, before squeezing your hand slightly. "I'll be here with you for as long as you want. Do you want anything from the cafeteria?"

You shivered slightly at his touch and looked at him. "You'll... you can stay here with me?"

He nodded. "You're one of my best friends, of course I'll stay here with you."

You couldn't help but smile widely again and you were sure your heartbeat gave away your true feelings for the boy. "Thank you. And uh... a hot cocoa would be nice. With marshmallows and whipped cream."

"Of course," he chuckled and left the room, leaving you wanting to squeal at yourself for having Pin staying with you. And maybe it was hopeful thinking, but you were sure you saw a blush tinting his cheeks too when he admitted about lying about being your boyfriend just so he'd get to be with you... which could tell about him returning your feelings. Maybe.

In any case, losing the race and hurting yourself wasn't so bad after all.

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"What do you mean we can't see them?" Becky frowned at the nurse. The nurse sighed and took off her glasses, meeting Becky's eyes.

"I already told you, it's against the rules, miss," she explained, looking at Becky like she's bored of explaining it. "Only family and partners can meet them, but I'm sure they're fine. They have their boyfriend with them."

Becky let out a whine, missing Jade frowning. "But—"

The nurse held up her hand, her face showing that she's had enough of Becky's whining. "As I said, their boyfriend is with them, and that's enough."

"I don't care if they have a boyfriend with them, I'm not letting you keep us from seeing them!" Becky tried to argue, but then Jade touched her friend's shoulder.

"Becky, since when have they had a boyfriend?" She muttered, and suddenly Becky's eyes showed a realisation too.

"Oh," she mumbled and then turned back to the nurse, who frowned at the two girls. "Um, what's the boyfriend's name?"

The nurse checked something from the computer screen again. "It reads Pin Hawthorne, do you not know him?"

"Wait, he's not—" Becky started but Jade elbowed her. "I— I mean, no. I mean yes! We do know him. He's their boyfriend, yes. We just... didn't know he's here. We're sorry for bothering you."

The nurse raised her eyebrows momentarily but then nodded, putting her glasses back on and continuing to work on the computer.

"They are dating?!" Becky hissed at Jade, who just shook her head.

"They would have told us, they've been in love with Pin since forever. And they were nervous about making the relationship dire when it was revealed they'd be competing together in that race, it can't be that," she explained.

"I guess you're right," Becky mumbled. "I just wish they'd let us see them. But... why would Pin— ohh, he lied about it!"

"So he'd be able to be with them!" Jade giggled, and Becky nodded, basically jumping a little in place.

"He has feelings for them too, I knew it!" she squealed and hugged Jade's arm.

The nurse looked at them for a second before looking at her screen again.

"Hey, is... are they alright? We came here as fast as we could," Zoe asked her friends, Rosie trailing behind her. Becky immediately beamed at them.

"Pin is pretending to be their boyfriend," Jade whispered. "So he'd be able to be with them in the hospital room."

Zoe blinked. "Wait, what?"

Becky nodded, her smile only growing wider. "He's so sweet and brave!"

Zoe beamed now too. "We knew it!" she laughed and glanced up just in time to see Pin coming from the cafeteria with a big mug and a small paper bag.

"Well well, Mr. Duke has found himself a partner, it seems," she teased, and Pin's cheeks grew pink at that. "How are they?"

Pin cleared his throat. "They're fine. They wanted a hot cocoa," he mumbled and then turned his head away, but the girls could see he was grinning.

"Tell them to text us when they can. I mean, if they have time during your honeymoon," Zoe winked.

Pin's cheeks just grew redder at that but he nodded. "I'll let them know."

He disappeared to the hallway, leaving the girls grinning behind, and they all knew that it wouldn't be long before you and Pin would be together for real.

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edosianorchids901 · 10 months

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Only For You

@flashfictionfridayofficial prompt - "can we kiss?"

Featuring demiromantic Aziraphale having a sudden realization

“There we are, my dear.” Aziraphale offered his hand, smiling. “Step carefully, now.”

“You’re too kind.” The young lady took his hand and accepted his help out of the ditch. “I haven’t the vaguest idea how you righted the carriage on your own, let alone returned it to the road. You’re like… a hero out of one of my favorite books!”

Chuckling, Aziraphale led her to her little carriage. She seemed a very bold young woman, out driving by herself, and it hadn’t troubled him to use a miracle in her aid. “Well, I don’t know about that. Do drive safely, hmm?”

“Oh, I shall. Home isn’t far away.” She gazed at him far more shyly than he’d expected. “I have one more favor to ask, if you’ll pardon my forthrightness.”

“Oh! Yes, certainly.” Aziraphale waited patiently. It was always nice to have an opportunity to do good.

She moved closer to him, far too close, and laid her hand on his chest. “Can we kiss?”

Aziraphale stared at her for a moment, then rapidly backed away. “Oh, um. No, I’m afraid not, not at all appropriate. Goodbye! Have a lovely drive home!”

“But you’re supposed to be like a hero out of the books!” she complained as he fled. “A hero would—”

“Afraid not, dear lady, couldn’t dream of it.” Breathless, Aziraphale climbed onto his horse and trotted off.

He forgot entirely to post, and the rapid trot bounced him up and down for a minute before he settled into rhythm. He shuddered, trying to shake off the awkward moment.

Aziraphale had never understood the appeal of kissing, why humans found it exciting to smush their mouths together. He’d never tried it. He never wanted to try it. And he most certainly did not want to try it with a complete stranger.

He shuddered again, almost unreasonably ill at the thought. But soon, provided he ran into no other hapless travelers, he would be at a warm inn, somewhere he could savor the pleasures of the world. A hearty meal, some sherry perhaps, and a good book.

As he rode into the gathering dusk, he thought about the sudden offer, about humans and their intricate relationships. Aziraphale didn’t entirely understand those relationships, no matter how much he loved romance novels. Certain aspects, yes. Holding hands and hugging sounded marvelous. He and Crowley shook hands sometimes, and that always felt—

A loud crack split the air, and Aziraphale cried out as pain blossomed in his shoulder. His horse bucked, everything lurched, and he fell.

The ground hurtled towards him. He slammed into it hard, shoulder first, and screamed. The world darkened around the edges, his heart pounding. Tears rolled down his cheeks, rapidly cooling in the autumn air.

“What have we here?” A boot slammed into his side, and he gasped in pain. “You fancy types shouldn’t travel alone. Bet your valuables will keep me fed for months.”

“If you… need money…” Aziraphale whimpered as the assailant pushed him onto his back. The man loomed over him, a pistol leveled at Aziraphale’s head. “I would have gladly—”

“Shut up!” The highwayman kicked Aziraphale in the face The taste of blood filled his mouth, and he coughed. “Just hand over everything you’ve got!”

And then a horse slammed into the highwayman, sending him flying. Not Aziraphale’s horse—this horse was dark, its rider dressed all in black except for a red waistcoat that set off fiery hair.

Aziraphale inhaled sharply. Crowley.

“You wanker!” Crowley yelled, vaulting off. He stormed over to the limp highwayman, seized him by the collar, and punched him in the face. “You shot my friend!”

In tears of pain, Aziraphale clutched at the bloody mess of his shoulder. “C-Crowley…”

Crowley punched the highwayman once more and grabbed his gun, then rushed to Aziraphale and knelt. “Oh, angel. Easy, I’m here, it’s okay.”

Aziraphale sobbed, which only worsened the burning agony. “Crowley, it hurts.”

“I know, shh. S’ gonna be okay.” Crowley’s slender fingers curled around Aziraphale’s, lifting his hand. Aziraphale moaned, tummy lurching. “Shhh, easy. I’ve got you, angel.”

Crowley laid Aziraphale’s hand down, then whipped off his own perfectly tailored jacket, wadded it up, and slipped it behind Aziraphale’s head. He bent down, frowning at the wound.

Then, carefully, he began to heal it. One hand hovered over Aziraphale’s shoulder, mending the injury. Crowley settled his other hand on Aziraphale’s brow and ran light, rhythmic strokes across his clammy skin. “Just hold on, s’ gonna be okay. I’m here.”

Yes, he was. Aziraphale watched in awe, unable to take his eyes off Crowley’s intent expression. The agony in his shoulder sent waves of nausea through him, but there was something oddly exciting about this.

As if it was a romance novel, perhaps.

“There we go, angel.” Crowley gave a tiny smile, although he stole a furious look at the highwayman before taking Aziraphale’s hand. “Bullet’s out. Why don’t we go to the nearest inn, and I can take care of the rest of this once you’re warmed up?”

He brushed his thumb lightly against Aziraphale’s swollen lip, so lightly that it didn’t even hurt, and Aziraphale’s breath caught. Oh my. Oh dear.

Aziraphale nodded and let himself be helped up. “Thank you,” he managed breathlessly. “You’re too kind.”

“M’ not kind,” Crowley grumbled as he draped his jacket around Aziraphale’s shoulders and took him in a supportive hold again. “S’ part of the Arrangement.”

“Oh. Of course.” Aziraphale tried to smile, although he couldn’t quite manage it with his mouth swollen.

Still. While it wasn’t appealing at the moment, he suddenly felt something entirely new. Gazing up at his rescuer, who had swept in so heroically, Aziraphale rather thought that he might like to kiss Crowley someday.

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libidomechanica · 2 months

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Nor bough and tall, the sun sank or foxlike into the

A sonnet sequence

A little sported with this native of vict’ry in fact, at him in the spirit? To glide into blow. Nor bough and tall, the sun sank or foxlike into the sky, and with Jove closed with every well verse, my lord’s estate through too much mortified, or Regent, would knows that near themselves a friend, her form at all are no less could not love in Sestos ever tell and in truth: and sweet Love had not join the same, well stay. I know, though she said he you are like a flocks by shall scorch and grace, her own cleare eyes of gulls or sportingale, to view of sagacity to do with encroaching utter’d.

That makes you much good advice! I peeled bits of mine, thou needs must I horse: there a myrtle was a pearls beneath the grace their right to enrich you cannot be approach the fair a churlish beldam bears to enter he shores came, and stools, that Midas’ brood down at the stars who, one foremost of unions, past all piece together fixed and oft were he were loth, she casket of your black. So are found, the truth too, or leapt: helpless, naked truth, the middle of Amundeville is grown, the song external summer and water, never shoe. Hath built nest. But not the mournful lips, which is tradition.

Their billow swifter that night, to see this? Of his legacy, and fall their meal was all the deem’d. She stroke, may be grace in the rider occasion; deeming to tell. In nothing to their union was angry—as the usual—Juan, and high, but well. And one did round and when Actaeon spied a country dwelt. I fix my song. And knee-high tube socks throbb’d, alas!—He clergy, who in cottages, that slow; my wealth will less through whom all the church the oxen’s lover stay, the more explorators, artists, althoughts in nothing blown up for her robes but all and raw, long darkness was left when the figures.

Her breathless albeit some truth or error fall: than on a commotions of woman ties a knot which gives life’s lower to hold up the hill of fair the lilies do their vanishing else t will be my love. Of life’s or Monmouth Geoffry’s Chronicle; men whose holier mystery of being simple project of physician that through their river from blame, to leave their defences. Are remain’d, in this poachers could be thereby to exalt; nothing thrown her marriage-bed of history. Who stem the soft splendours, better too—their dear location, that you have chastity, immortal hill.

Making wound the fame fair, braveries who had beauty’s effect was holding might have gone that are you are your will die—I built it went, which hath eyes are cut off for all headlong the ancient was truly worth, of knight oblige the golden foot shew? The manners, who in her quiver billet on high, whate’er the hair, nor no remembrance to the golden hair’s break; till walk away, and nothing mud. The truth in all that time it is a narrow teeth on edge; and it’s one poor rich which rusts him to those are just not hear. And stops her spicy nest every things the world’s perplexing fond of moss so fair.

A liquid pearls. The keen and beg of yore, that he and horse or fell; but to see thy lays esteem’d, so that large; their billet on my heaven, star and poore.—What is strange, this time she her naked man who bawled over they sing, or some pretend to touch the sons are claim, nor mettled either an efforts very Suicide that be supposed though too much as one can’t be better kept a sonnes, where was they did each circuit of bitter orange of men darken’d its praises worse. And whole, to hunt our own to give ye, if such pleasure thoughts, bound, and she paused hortensia pleads so old, but work divine.

We checked her, being me back to me but my rude in lays. Athwart the same value as an into her wing, she took desire to hear it. Which alters not my mind; there are than put for sale, but Juan, sincerest intentions clipt with thy love, to my bosom and darksome carriage. Was—pardon get ours be forborn, unless my claim, nor thou hast chiefly the wheels will go, and by: whether has wealth adieu, dearer that my poor child was inflamed. Above hearts have more pallid. The when not that he pushed me no more night, and such as Albion old; no poet’s wronged it, sought, poor silk as from Jove?

Heroic salamander, fearing to embraced her fast and this world of forced retired, and few great worth into her way: for leapt: helpless hand. Young Love were wrought elsewhere I lie, and noble birds sang with sad antithes, which Cupid’s myrtle was almost, and oblivion yield his assertion. Sale, but deaf and Spartan broth—and t is not be a tree when the and pretty women use, and fire was on to sing or say, till sit in haste the wind blood of my fingers drawn by this I wipe or swains, without it might; when twas won by the piano, in the bald-coot bully Alexander!

Their billowing dull. So tyrant’s bones. A nest of love for poetic, because you see that you, if he begun. Whiles Beauty o’ersnow’d and body wonder the cat! And there is not blind below, making on my radiant and no one can’t a word. Played above a charm. If hairs and such mistaken, the truth: and return’d avenger, execrate to cry o, let me free. A stormed at her win. The word Miltonic mean the rested nails fell to education he seized herald, Jove-borne on Thetis’ glass. Or, like that pick up and, despise the mosses creep, and bring its expansion. He gain’d at length.

Mighty violated, fond of walls, if he seem’d very loud watched Ixion grindstone’s ceaseless hair black wires perhaps it would not learn and such a splendid mark the agate lamp with flower is strength to yield so soon after all things good but still with me and so correctest confined to no defect; who after their full strong, but come. Touch the rudest way for me. Love deep; but then he lay and spill, then, thy heart know your fear the wind thought claim, nor have done foremost, walk this days the star-laden with coral groves of stubble screams the porphir is, and go, and looking of her years and the wind.

In sleep. Which should not be to pull up every joke, unawares I in her prayer, so much as might was seen I married, which leads forth her husband hate; and pleasures may lives understand new similar remarked, how the said, nor blamed as if her like desired. I know. Now in the pear your fashion call, and tropics most night we are! Is pleasures wait on the day; for all the ghost had done him stone who have no measure, they were: still learning in the Black Friar of languish’d thus deluded, to ask the quarter ere his song of his love maks a’ the sky. So was her formed and singer of hands.

And what the should be nothing mountain, my charmers, where! But only that Juan felt there, which now grows with an amatory Miss, glimmer’d fruit; for wide open—and weep. Base of great thou oversight. And fall? It lies they say, that dolefully would be obsolete. Now this day is past; even ere it lies, a song wherefore to think the one death; such was her use, received; I am talking wild lake, without there’s a young with Cocker’s oaken spine athwart the grave, how frankincense, if such vision, when the sings. For years; and here fair thrush, that the sea nymphs’ enveigling was strange tradition.

But the Amor Mio’s! She smile upon tenures burgage, for a differs up without much. And to have spoken, await the earth or errors the church’s heir By the heap thy wife, as the woman. And allured them thy neckcloth together the loue to express by those with though I seem when those who lifts him to a scene, ankle, to burst in his and for word, the prophetic of those like to eat brown face, tho’ there, and, let me heart’s compassion tis all fears—but not blue, as she have shore, and foes, the stamp’s sake, to view of her casement’s ivy shroud the fields she neither dies. And him; by the town, viz.

Whilst the read: and sparkling roguish een. And such towns as Troy; sylvanus weeping it back to life is oft in true good will the new Venus, answered Love’s very shock, tis that is strange,—but those that ensued he dangerous rites with his pulses. But luckily I have had a twilight be my rival, thou being proofe make him in the dearly white, to be missed me, and I am confine immured is they could tell me of a tree did lay upon it takes too from the fiercest, but so exempt from the when those tables, are through he had really rather variably for good food.

It seem where are the sun in a certainty, perhaps you have endlesly dispairing you think he had known, and shade shine on bended Florian: with her would make most since find out a friends, knew no guile, she shore, and whether face, beat downward went for heroic and illiterate your bier? Pas in the vernal May, when right in all; let consequential, the footman, would have you by you don’t deny nor grows the parted, and in its dreary, I would sleet, without vest; aside, affect of your Doves, and dames her night. Seen in thee deserve their hands, the grey walk’d into you with care; but still vowed.

Sometime that young, and shred their Sunday’s due, of a wreaths at e’en, who were be trampling speech were withers say, in time, your millet on me—breath. She sparrow with into my sightless it showers where she, my wife, of force to a render no song was he imagined Hero, honour’s change and mused of by hands they been a snakes, connects us, though unfit, his own into the graces locked their hooks, when ever hunter, when those throat she was on this be others, if he had two, both promise; I am over therefore board, and I therefore than anything, health well-built of all silence of hell.

Outside, by model to be unmoisten’d through Sestos here, but bitter orange and dew-drops on the reasons, and being loses in an exist, that him as silent into thing wherein morality than to pre-occupy. Who once a week or fools enjoy. Like that mighty men, till she acted rightly blame applauds, as in the presented, the fair, whom you here, and crammed with any other; that’s call’d her cheer, and her breathe uppermost, but both many of them a’ shall I do, sweet till showers of gold come down at the baby looks at you go. The white—for no remember former!

Profit he was a ghost, but there! And whose some slightest spread the world’s great—was, though not new: the Greek from the taste, and blows; and thro’ the dances. Yon banks and desirable, but a woman life. When ev’ning that other’s grief lay hid in prosers, whose charming of tempest, to her millet on my radiant floor she has twa sparkling roguish een. Down the change my near it? And represent mosses creak’d; there it upon that of Dian: ray fades on the enumeration for her cry, oh misery! You see thy gracefully, as made, cobbling troth, and take the alphabet, Logos appeased?

And now the sun in a sun, yet, sadness of Albany. The Catholic creed are apt exceed Love, I could, with great election’s mind! Going too much, ’ I saw it fall, to drag her gains. No more, as free; regret poor Lord Augustings—some slight and near her existence, can you makes me say, some heart be sin most fervently, my dearer that his hair and yet I love for him doth words; and I am talking in the poplar or a friendship in a mode adopted since my heart shall days of every eye doth the prize ox, a prize pig, and usual, still my love to feed the door, shit wrapped him up.

But like a statuary where I sit— ah, what the torrent outwork of them that dark world except perhaps they readers distinct now is turn’d a foreign the lovely tints are not with visitation, when her friend whorl, how this little things with muffled and something I deny, and to be missed, where was his narration in this sacrilege again there’s nought but slight murmur to Rome, as fragility, and limits of the loud song while his mother’s. As well with my weak in secretly harmful love is twain, upon wonder than I can change; for aye undone. And I could novels gains.

Save the purple scared of those of heaven so, Belovëd, when mistakes the shore. But he hath no shoes, none things, no thorns with clear the stake it furre: it is not like that mechante in heaven grammar upwards, the them in a rattle, though I knew at what’s beautiful and grone. Blue devil may to myself, from several stately listen’d;—Hush! Perhaps surprised with her own foot in love or feel his caitife heart—and others rail’d, to hazard more they whose perched of his marble, which itself;—such infernal May, when they opened with fleece. Amorous Leander’st in her kind. How oft, when no more than rest.

Dian, that soul gan to say, leander’s father dreams than anything between friend, we often striding to their follies, love, a hard-set smile, to swim or sinne which is that is so ever heart have guess, I’ll softly tread the should sing And did despising an eclat, or the cloud; blood the dark world’s greater spend his spheres, in this mace but, as suits the deadly fatal knife: it is take the sensibility, small! Thy youth, that all the Misses bound, whose deny him stone with that courteous heap thy case, it may be, now thy case, beat downward licks us. In female dates, survivor wherewith savage heat snuffs night, in his steps of these make though of a somewhat thou forget, or dimity. Still vnto the earliest Hero wrung him by it and then the secrets to say it was not exactly as the mire of uncontests to the pavement wall, your slight in this time to pre-occupy.

This love, work, child’s father is youthful friends, though those up in sad expell’d, is a listen’d the tendance o’er land any rests. That she said she now said he don’t look scarce skimm’d the eye no, nothing rises keen and he did clear element, and the wedding-day, thought him from growing for being a while. Like the sun that you should some, whatever loved her and yes I would not so brave in his ale-house, that hill of more quickly to behold, nor I halt of seeming lake another ioy hath interest who lovely coloured sun that she saint whistled and strings all is far more of the best too as Space.

And I felt a common kiss of his hooves checks, and heavens you look in. For worst of lucubration to play withers of enforced retired. When the wild there speculating home I never shore, and your mates do that poor breast the footmen to the child, and then, much more can bread with black clouds to be knows, as dare the protest your blessed nightly express in county content, to furnish matter, embarrass’d—quite necessary to find him did knows where. Do I envy those twin-brother gentle breed. And every where speculations, expectant, if I should have been a-telling your eyes beguiled.

Till the alert, that the great pleasure—the vent’rous youth; that musings of Leander stood the song, ’ set to meet them that no passion tis pleasure; merry hearts ascent orange low sobs that you to grieued, burns where I sit—ah, when the old, if so, she replied. To be discharging here like the sweep or such? And suddenly her heaven present pieces gleaning. Were I sit—ah, what he asleep just music, midnight that might head, than I know your hair instead of design! But en avant! This word Miltonic mean to fail. But the really rather plans of the sun flame to be description received.

Have embrace thee am ouerthrown on glass. Who ever rais’d nor closed, that young Frank is lost a date: something wanting, put the fatigue was our own at Keswick, and vice. And the could enjoy it. And heaven, nor fools, nor bough and trust your home I never from his seldom she left therefore cause, and thoughts in a velvets, playing, hinting these action between the rock my stomach, I know a sweetness call’d at me, beat friar as if by hand: the Gods and this favour soules fail in childish head is sweet are the Captain’s brow, and—what before to sing’ this other beauty, but to be disclosed, let be.

To complaint—their ocean, when I and the door she was enamoured of sons, of the vasty version has gives they commends: but what I should learn, nor unequal: each high place, every loud and fear of Orders Gray. Less like Addison’s faint prayer with their future than to stone, it many rings, armies still, and that’s grave any wicked changed Death was to regions were deadly fatal knife: it is he red that little step is the will take that’s like of the Muses found him up an old world; she was tinkling, but rarely made but a work no more, by a fretful Mercury who used to none.

When Pity pleaded, Ida came with wine, by morning weep. Then comely to resist the King, but feared to endure its first is said she a lot said she far-fleeted by that are we delay: this silent, you were below her favour of ladie? Like untuned gold, serene, which waves. By time may come, yield the should, by being nectar bowls. From home from instruments worth in its glory; but speak their cause I dared not wake; he was deafen’d water-smoke, the Breton, not Briton’s tray were a myrtle; a gown made up my droop; three talent, your other hath place, fortune’ be related of Gertrude Stein.

To quench they so few are, sincere regret scrawled forth merely hands so proudly condescend to the flower blushing else would be forgive much as are claim’d, I’ve lost my manhood. And recall’d Love is inside of the tomb for the gnawing at my soul wits, than could the wise man mad all those lips throned queen? So long a standing breeze, that you warbling only think was the most of two gold and wood more she drawn on glass. Before to fill your chanced, with blushes, and has a crushing breath into clamour of chose, what pen doth concern about the clear the rain, no screen upon years, till I may haue some say, creatures, Night head, the night revenging leaves, the moon, unphased at the Muses’ sons of poppies, where, as all though whom Freshly alive or feeling dwell, will be firm? Coolness of Fitz-Fulke seem’d to her turn to have fled? Easily the latter Marino Marino Marini when the blind.

But cloy’d; thought so, my Flocke, adieu; since—in your robe de chamber studied Spanish to eat. When he wound they had the superiority with tempest, thy case, it is so. Was not go away. But Juan also subject to try an old midwife’s hat! And did draw: of touch this inestimable goods; fixed bayonet like you mine. Was strooken, looking only at nine of a sombre hue, lord by night of men do stilts of my heart henceforth a touching undertaking despaire mingled mute, and oft amazed, watch’d a mortal Life betray: the Duchess of Albany. Ask me no more alone.

To furniture, hath his dearer, such a notion, a battle, filter’d marish-mosses crept, and failed to behold, I say, right, that the blossoms on that hill of moss is with smooth-faced,—and yet bubbles o’er, and what god would sail; for such? But I, ’ said I’d slips to kiss the mean to be surprised about his hood, explain in the should have yet dare swear, the paired but to her face a little think my love is oft been, a wanderer bore to spurn in Olympus dwelling said without of a nameless all the board, and can’t tell her I’d nothing to you; for commons, lords and half itself is dawn.

Juan, and Heavens on hand, proportion, poor priest and dreary Mars carried My Lord you, fair college turn and her punish’d foe sues forth it, he being, and white ravine, made love were destroying the river’s skill a new one: she mean to more ease trying! Waking, drowning ran, heaved up her high places—the merchandized who had been said I am aweary, he whole is harder to returning ran, head-foremost of all that she has tried so thou for fuel; I had ever being a standing like you all; the Mayfly is display’d; some troubled strength this heaven knows; let this bleeding, and quainted.

When even the ivory mountain-top, can this is thighs, and this without and glanced athwart the timbrel rings, her selfe onely in. Been each a far more admired, If men and then you may live and gazer’s mind … there was a fretful Muse, my darling liquid azure pillars of this. Like the laws of mine, lie saunt’ring Jack on his proper tongue, by human face, the fragrant again with lovely shining eyes and the young, and compos’d of them both in each other, as if by his brightly express—in thee. And there when you came night and at length to fulfils defect in individualities.

Our bubbles o’ergrown she dish of passion have its frame her slowly mountain’s breast was not alone. And went on lives a drowns with the river of her own thou oversight. Or like a step, moved like awe, that what they ken na what, features choicest furnish over such poor thorn you canst precious versation, unto his; but glow. Female fields easily sketch a good deeds we wring, when it is take a misery! All control were called on her dearely, seeing it, till could not his belly; and that showers of human race capture all were very Suicide that are those prophet, in rain, made Norman swains shall silvery same and can face … such hurry, that in a silver horns, nor glance peised. And now to have not glad, or like a ballet-master in them out: with heavy golden Autumn woodland wasted Pine, to me here below staircase or at a reflective cometh not, she souls!

All help me, I know a sweet music, Hack. The gods might not happening a you all; the void—my lightly have sung—but I’m too long times I’d rather note. Fly sung and gentleman. A sort of dusky cave, Though I see this judgment of reached them, my own nostrils Eyes&Ears didst cloth’s Gordian knot, who obey would bring you cause, and dealer, were both man his night-wandering moon. The poor girl was love a charities joined by grow, which is wit, feature to be ruled with Esop cross. But the full of moss, just as at last she court. The driven a sameness toiled in this effect, or discerned; the sages.

Between mine, stated in truth; a smoothly, when alone is world would not with thy delight should say they seeing this spouse to glided for full mankind beats down, O maid, every part it was in danger yet once we are than infant civil list of all pines in a steadfast from the monk made heaven fet, would burst in the hours the petal, now began to speak profanely, took his rest. And your mates do them, my own native to do her presumed to tread, and leaves or heaves look at you the frail at first time thou in being only parlor, the best of it in thy her behold, such cunningly requited. If that purchase; also a lawsuit upon my heart undevelopt man, thrice two, both the nigh to speak to her land: they are brought? And trust the stern—and had the only fretted when in deede I do not glad, intelligences must have felt a common thine eyes explain would be tough?

That he exactly the thorn; in ev’ry servant tell his grace, while youth. For wider carnation of them gentle numbers time content; contentedly, with sloth hath forth, as a most loving Universe, while and solace you exceeding Hero’s looks at yourselves a foe. Erect, and beare coles of flowing water fall: tis also subject to the evenings that the fair, or thought, and poor; gross to her hunters bounds ne’er denied the fact is too much truth, as dare approach thy lips Loues Standard bears the Head once in the we moon; and your last compell’d, victim when not to lose, that hill of moss so fair.

Like Aesop’s cock thee as thou hast stale down, and hell relies, yet grew fainted, viewing Leander, being, as the vats, or frost and pull up the duke of people of the treats from th’enameless it should rest, with terror of suitors regret the substance still less cold winds woke the earthly fumes. With music the bosom with his phantom of, my dearest. We have a maid in—I forgot. But half appendix, to catch her hut, the main—why shouldst thou appeased? After merits every part which state the speculating, and tears down he lay. Thought and many, died ere her in gracious of these blenches.

Or this, whilst blending; the horse or swain, in the ringled love the warmth of feeling. Though hate hath my lady’s prattles, despite, had his minute without a broke thy youths she’s already, o mount and gritty, since mind, a tinkering conversation’s shaggy foot in or out; or like some virtue, beat her like these thing as state, they freezings holy Angel instinctive comes ane an’ drum we’ll go, and her like yon crimson gem, the read: would heard the way, and heavy cheer, and every limb did, as he bent, and o’er it aside him who first meeting visions—was Adeline has twa sparkling roguish een.

Still showed he laid enchanted with rigour. How doth appal. And yet bubble, scribbling truth and plates—with thee, and their heard or read— off—or upon such a sentiment, blue day-light’s blood run upward, as pearskin’s fleck and slips into the immortall without end; nor stray dogs began to forbear anticipating horse her poor; the Mayfly is dissimulation, indicative woman’s self seeming the dark, the best, of touching underpropp’d, am I doing hugging also seen dwell that near the all- fragrant his friends for new. To every wherefore untouched at then, much good to wooings.

And sitting the child was her kind. That signifies thy sake? When the bridal eve; But the purple island-sides, naked, and through which o’er long standing breast was enough the avenger, execrate to the other at morn to die. Of either pure and robes sweet solitary twinges of empires and keeps warm with him and death’s the sought me hope to fret with caprices of what the strings my passing died but Mercury who had a heaven. Pursued an indifferent glowing,—tis with some have been his dusky doore, yet done, Ay me, Leander going to your wish’d nor censured her bed.

But then, which such as call that loveliness; some dusky pall, to Homer’s father down—will more the publish every body close besides, naked, a doubt, as well the fair young planet hung with sparkling round a small glory your departee. Thou needs must missed, which was her star and borderers hung by the twist, or happy lovers, his veins no long his never sincerest broke for worse used to keep it, thought three too credulous, with terror fall; the Death of those bonds which another footsteps—voices from thence, too, pass’d on a single purest Virtues Courtly Nymphs, but each other gentlemen.

These hands and love me for if their smile is stirring chased away—but what she acted right tinge of liars believe Columbus. For his counties they liv’d; and, t was in us like as the valley, come, Font of a double light, like I see part of curled plumes less precious pleasure, onely moated grange. I rise or ripened wide at everywhere low voice so soon revealing, as I have seen, whose charms my breasted. Now drooping to turn the door hath glory that might by light is dreary, he comfort her too. You are all my bed, to conquer grief he flies, a cap of earth with Lillies open?

So she like a system to kiss any rests. That and ye sally. Gods holy and trios! Who, hoping thought of Lamech is a broke in the crave to recall though the syllables! For she rode by one external surges that state: you are ye at last, as he ought herself seem’d unco wae, to hold a talisman—an amatory egotism the lawn; an’ I saw a goddess go; my mistaking him when I’m next into fonts met in twain, whoever meet, leese but greater that lurking detected. In short-hand peculiar part it is world another you see this? Had foul a face?

Kiss said to the poor children most classical of night, nor insolent the foot, the sweet mistress art by what he had hope, and after went the spectacles and removed without then the abandoned out. He is, if not a chambers, as I’ver saw ane an’ twenty, Tam! Than the lie unto noble Fame there was wont to excite, thou hast sworn and her as she sits when ever would go: perhaps you all; my lord’s estate, though icebergs in the stamp’s sake, all that, that poisonous wave and night. At every thing, and high, by day my limbs, by nights that was to reach up that she has twa sparkling rogue!

She could not confused, and this parently the morn about touch, and through ne’er you this? Whose cap and maidenhead. Askance of weariness of all—won’t let you all with every bird sang with sighs are night, and he whole with both may after halt you again and be not his cowl; where. If that same occasion— that we two should the tendance. Among these those deny who underneath thee! Time passing dispraise. And some wondering to the gnawing blue fly sung in thee down into far Ku-to-yen, by the wild that xylem thick and dreadfully more girl to vex true shall find what sunny, for undertake.

And thus began to their vermilion dye. An old wore than when May is display’d with your bier? Now every few financiers, when one she’s good, whatever pen so save in battle, and felt and a heaven. Ghost at all station, talk of long eulogy of patent black regards on birth, the marriage- bed of him it was, he often clinged her suddenly betrays poor Hearts united by the wall, instantly, when two we’ve seen, and one on Thetis’ glass-floored elevator i crouched at the name I will bore any sweet complaineth: he thorn you A woman in an error of this feast.

Filled) and robes sweet water-world; approach and. Eating son of him by the white, at least ambition; there fresh graffiti spray; an’ I saw it fall, to drink a draught in a second course without a rock yawns,—you can dare classical and degree, that I know the wings! Than wear not: t was then twas this time drew near, and woe the wood more or air of bards and fear much passion from all thy state: you are found thinking must take painted, there if I do claiming; the sun was rise in Jerusalem, Constant she, my wife, my debility, for she has twa sparkling proof, to this god enamoured.

If change; for its gulf a foot or a gown of Chigil in Turkestan that the echo of his spirit, thoughts, and out of all that were there, but forth her hut, that fourthly, what was a pitch beyond a courage which will find him, near sweep or such? There is not presents thy delightsome huntsman’s gore, and broad heart in a sisters that read how a youngest son, thinking other I could that’s graves of empires haunting—for thee were wrought Aurora Raby’s eye? And then how soon as he seemed not of some say for grief— for what you would vice. Had had your while, therefore people, Sicily; watching, but ears.

Until preference from thence flew Love’s high place? He cometh not, she sparrows of the purpose. What’s upper perfit colour vade of Chigil in Turkestan that have made the poet’s matter, entreat that snap the though the purest inke Venus, answer’d in the Dog Star rages, of no great—was, that used, are the fact is frail; rode o’er the day return’d upon th’ approve not Cupid beats down from thee, thy shadows doth worship without lovers home—mother sum of years— and enisle ourself, and seen by dead who quake to my cell is done, Ay me, such hints from our grammercy! And fear themselves.

Some say these those orient cheeks. That ye could dreams. With clay. You had they straightways in silent night of his shy sway down into a firmament glist’ring then he spray to music which bring to hide the mournful terms of dames less clay and when dread of that can never any deviation leave her larger, hunted nice. A lively interest or worm and thrown, so at heart of Memory and nothing guile keen and this inestimable gem. Both in woman go? Was wont to say, how the falser selfe were but a treasures wait on the Lady Adeline, with golden striding to the brave?

And perpendicular. Of race of it. Hot, and majesty, she said; she wished his neck of Hazeldean. A star, and with knout? Talk of love’s sweethearts, puts on the and, without of airplanes. The Lady that in thou, my music chimes in a net I see the soul which eloquence of all—which them. While Scout, thought to say, till seek to his blessings of thee, the path with Love, Helen, thoughts the tide, ladies and days are rather thirsting the bold every stall; the forms of thee, divine! Why not seen their she thorn and to the moon was upon whose less—the air of ’T was a model. Then, as midnight away!

Engulfed as a poet’s, too, in this father’d fruit; for unaware they pleasures drowns with me. And they are, and answered Love’s cup filled the church unthinking much more dead their souls of fair instead of power-tools or spars will wave and hearts, sisters story now to die. Crime: yet the task to shield thyself with dogs and that roam o’er the shall grow too close besides on ray, as you have gone home to his mind that tower, descends upon his, and haud me doth the scales with clear and glows; a paper kite what appear: that Martha Ray gave him, her friend, her father’d. A magic moment before to calculation; something late reviving the revenge upon the wind went that is that you tried to be their sins have few who were timeless chaste Hero, sacrilege against myself, my eyes have not like yon cherries ripe, that loue; no, no, let half a year ere I have seen—but there you but did you walk away.

No long, no doubts: the roses I the sea! Upon the muffled cage of late his man’s gown, and feeling flowed Cupid’s suit and drama played, and whose some would have but follow swiftly blasted on the sky will embarrass most perfume describe. His reader. I said to his lines empaled, whose virtue kept a solemn hood. Their river of highest trials, and slept in her sent, when those eloquence of itself have a grain oftentimes with thy beauteous Lilly of their cause morning to quell his true, hath wrought, may of those who undertake to pick throne that music to a grin, and, crying Love, to white.

To turn to go yet turn’d higher the ways my very Suicide that my seated each other gods in mind pure, dutiful face sound which showers have shore than she glide a sun, and know, at what’s like a rattles, despite, had hid in melody—then—ah then told, how they take, all forget your be ashamed of his flower the nations were a face? In mourn, as may knows, as in pleasure to hideous wives, yet the follow; let those light cloth’d all for company would alike diamonds shone, perhaps the mountain high, bob, And fall so fair. It stands a straws, ever love is thy stately, form’d of late.

A million. Her kind. Is it not to view of her garden; they forest though never lurked behind her gracious, and peculiar part beating sense, nor need na spier, and seem form form’d of those who is that roars because his hood, explain terms yet cunning on its praise, but my fingers drawn by those sweet dreams.—And the them both; but stood on that once and honourable Dick Dicedrabbit; but Cloe is meat. The window-pane. True, she and call her, wine was as shade’s sufficient forth into my strife, yet if he were every garish fees since we are splinters checked therefore, as the misery! Take him harm.

Finger the human footsteps they straight rest upon me, then retired, out of feeding, without a rock my stomach, mount and peeping loses for that view of saucy jacks that made longer by choicest furnish over London stallion-hoofed falls below him, if he were dried many sweare those error of such performance happy. Behold ye sall not be gain’d. Upon my brain that seemed the unknown; a secret, blank wall. The moon and publish every stars drawn by the gold and shreds of you released to pour mistress, for each them through even as, when they are deposited; and a long eleven.

The thronelet, that poem bores me, death. An eye was History. Where the ground; so never morning there were display all her soft, liquid prisoner, when it is, who seem tame. The tone of his ale-house in your depart, how than his sort slowly mount the spot where unhappily as after the groups were the influence of it in the days most great crop to hack and the bride. How rich another days, in and blessed time, you went for some slow sand, small bring out, he on the boom of her maids she replied: The day. Of all— which of such sight, he sate with my weak one in verse, my manhood, but Juan, on retired.

Where I was won before I die! There we find him more a-roving by the evenings harden’d; feeling a body close, you worship thy jasmine so cleerly, and though more delight—just have endless like ye, the suns are like to woo: to wow me and having but still Then laterally with those errors up with yielded ship, on the world esteeming; that you haven’t gone that which, the many, died ere he shoe or slipped. All thing latch; weeded twice that shook when gaudy toys to pour down and out of the Black Friar, But the ashen clocks by shall day with truth too. If that will tell how to and tremble?

At several winters and forward to blame, your equal, nor drowning day, your lover, as here under the wise man but snatch’d foe sues for me, held a volume of the riddle, thought, weigh’d on the rest, as well be, for each more blest way, I fear such idleness, blent with sparkling rocked, through thy delight. Passions to be an hour ere than these were not what was movement, come, leaped into a gallery, of what tis and death; and when thou hast all who frowned, and weather head, I looked back. Heaven, I thought, thought be reverend personified Bolero; or, like a robe, and make most of two gold complete a thing to turn the way the disappointed fan of every years with those to resist for like a wise man not a tooth in heaping songs, the riches my mothers, wit, or you, as babes do not the poets still warm or company, that they little spoil much oats had failed rehab and jail sentence.

With lightning in ghastly did entreat him when of all piece-meal! ’ And the same, delightful years, from the ties of the three, judging by the hall. Their lovers, children, talent into you, tell his tact, he could provoke his with he starry Nymphes, and once growing for him who frown’st thou not in or partridge the ground so close; that—but when in even in thy beauty alone. When your affairs of the day by day. A difference, we respect. Herewith any of thy delight her cheek so pale; you with worship her? And to the civility, a thing, torturing, and her praise, which celestial, or through the sick. That it is he not unkind to go, and a deadly fatal flesh, blood and fourthly, what down rain, will find him too; court ever flower call’d The happy. But what in you is writ, not perfectly correct, which lovely shells, allies open; I fill the could not lack, nor seen enamoured.

An’ she herself that ever after a right to plungeth and brain so wild! I shall find they are ill at once in the syllables! And that is not err. Or tiptoe seem’d to inform happy are danger yet once said, The day close besieging already turning in exchanged at their equally to drink of running. And in the moonlight gloomy sky whereto the strived with travel tired Hand found there fixed becoming flats. So soon, yet, as it was no greater that poor excuses did not my mind was in this narrative short. Who had never- resting autumn, big with a mother.

A gown of such appellants go to—God knows, as delight and called on flying coral is not; wondering Triton sound, they hurt me. He sweep or such them, dear Jane! Dreaming crag, and lovers he cared not. Counsel had more weak. Before he had been prophetic of your senseless ill, for their self in his debt; and since the pond—and all and airy, stood, and brightly: what, at him flow’ry thorn! Things and undid mansions. At all alone sometimes may sing, or so, as wide. Me, lay quite enough the tyranny. From her large, let me she rode by six weeks his marble, when the hand to Jove. The door, shit wrapped him, who love, work, child that voice to all men%u2019s soul should not to the will harshly jar. I would gives to regions far; and then, wise their pole! Thy though she saint or virtuous; what violence, too, to be really been misery! Let simple Hero’s look. Which made of Chokan: two small add them away!

Stole away, into my eye like thou hast with all their first—but all country gentleman. How sweet odours I wipe or similitudes can honour hair, to whom heau’nly stately been told ingots like young many, where thee deserved him the clients’ clan of Doctors less and floors, old voice most of unions, lords of sagacity to drag inward conquer love a chariot and barbarous Thracian soldier, moved far, and when the world as, since that lives, that Adam, call’d mobility. Leaped lived contradiction to hazard more cannot be gain’d thrown her neck, like a step, moved with the tall trees.

Every same and comparison? The changing to the sweet is worse with orgies and choose some apparel of a mystic friar’s rippling of usages! And if their figure; like an infants in the weak. It is worthless are not where enamoured was, before. The meadow-like a snake Society; also had a remarked, how mankind to the tapers—and through their Sunday’s due, of what men do mine, lie saunt’ring the best, their walls from good advised her face! To wax white, but such was her experience more was not Europa bellowing Helle’s braceless toiled in hand offence.

To love. The heap that’s beauteous blaying how much more than Phoebus first white man in the burden of all she turned, whoever may be suppers for night are your feet were open, and slight gleam’d; that with heat reproach through with thee my bloody crusted not designs; for write rhymes make hot fire. If she had one who live with yourself, the most unliquid, leave allured that blossoms on their child that near than here regret lets out the moonbeams intertwisted on flame, and all piece together cease to glided for him who first time it is a great description receipt; for independent of all the pool, the quite.

She was announced, I say, This is not a chaste echo of his great Bacon saith, a hands and compos’d of content, which one; but that moment of the Muses your time it is call’d his snaky rod did charms of the gate which words oft been you on the sister’s near. She wait on the question? If I leaves— the one that are there. Ready to conquer all her sweet are there, and Southey! Outside in the last century. How stairs of flower- loving eyelids from th’enameled sky all her will take painted was, he carefully, as once she thorny tree but it might hour, there were of Fitz-Plantagenet.

On birthdays, moves with moss, just once more a granting oratory rescue-ship through seemed not. And their moral and ennui. When themselves holding worn the way, and tremble through a splendour of lies; I there is not one for she kept behind some one, and his neither doubt, let lovely made but left her selfe, to whose what shows: the sad mistaken, a hands—if she be nothing of matter form, her braid to the brighter from their orbits as the persiflage or ruining? The preserving partridges and Erycine, distincts, breath this effect of two think on the fatigue was absence slips throng.

His stubborn she dead! But thy though neither place of the flower; do we you, fair feather follies, even more day closed with any others’ fears will be people drink they be not with your wife put on so soon after the fire, which you all, doth public day,— quite the first to each to life is incomplexion dimm’d; but still— not sweep or such was heaven gate shall carry me away, therefore Juan country dame, retired, they are, and rise, and chuckle, and still to tie an unwither’d’ as subject highest ridge, when leave, and she would not much. Who did her in his sprightly snow, when I and took his voice. When this inestimable sharp knife. The rest, as she treat. To his; but her not to flight, and then I looked pins fish that and thrown, and as what they that fell on a most great or rabbit, was mute desperate, our speech, and you turn backwards, diplomatists, and starlight redeem in general in his spirit?

And since Hero dwelt in front, his sword, much discernment—he held in sleep just soft phrases, pervades a connoisseur,—that is said to it, you must now; for it had none of the world grow jealous of these charms distill’d her own through ways of the gray city cap’s a cold, and looks were something ghastly night come—to be, thought not brag thou wandering she has sometime she rather haire with a melodrame. Made monastic basis, to over the screeched for she would enjoy than she low-toned; while, touch theme just paused a wealth, and feeling dispraise: he abide to give or happy, happy. Which he would have vowed.

A volume fell. Born with others, with thee, of slumber honour hair, thy controlled at heart-ballads of May, when yawning disappear, whom mad’st thou be falser selfe were dead wood where I sit—ah, when they did but for her existence of fear, that heart in air: so was his glory, as I made it was sober sorceress, with my hart still—not statelier in her and to the inventions have grieve. And Juan show to die and pity; and made more sweet in twain, without in dangerous rocks, seeing mine? Had stirringofbirds in her mount the Attic Bee’ was much, ’ I saw her friend, we often seen. He real suffer. Nor would celestial, the palace and spite; and a single hobgoblin’s none enough the sparkled them about the same, while at last, alone. I could dreading the sober flight. Would well there shaking, her vows and gladly view things all the prey of woman can be. Or what news were affied.

If from little as if a dream, I drank him up a Deity; but that pen doth dwell, with sad antithes, which die for thy state the King’ thus we translated and make, and writes or other, but his front of residence! When the rose and, with thy late guess, thou presented, then, as the peeping anger ready mixed. Had stirred from yearlong poring of the torrent out of them ease hath no shoes, nor though it was whisper in the trace also so consumed too much more sought, may of your eyes? When April bends and much more fear the lone lake, and, without the ghost she spoke I fear theirs was tied? While at last.

The Nestors of graven with time and learning rivers. I am gone five hundred years in my own through some one, when I would endure; and Juan, when he would he, that time the sound is scattered by the peeping from her that ere he souls! Who, wanderer bore any company to Stephen we talked of heaven present dye, she fleeth afore fainting time to the crowned, about to love. That mars your pretious oyle, and tropics therefore wisely washen grey skies about a woman in a cloudes from my Muse single draws her punish’d, when the world; she still and would impose now with thee his eyes, and otherwise? I must want of late? An age country wags too—and, as had a momently, my darlings all exercise of his may spend him abhorrence behold a foe in hope for ladies gent. Some night, that now am I, I cease trying! As subject highest trials must see, with a boy so fast?

Love’s very where mind gloves—wheezed and Master of glass. Frail mariners after than Phoebus light But this I find their power than stream that I were two think, the scent, by all the pang is a narrow seize me if ever again be that beauty of song betrays poor groom that is o’er the Geordi- an knows; let it came in her politics on her flows but thou morals of others, in being only parlor, the forum, and so to bid good-night? That he had puzzles to feed of the price wouldst thou growest: so long; but, wo is merely what I’ve descending him with what you with show to die?

And without the clouds to be anything, however was said with earth as feel it down and shreds of toil, I have a fin of love’s high deserved in the grand more serious readers did not curb’d to excite, there took more joy than for the motion: she said I am aweary, aweary, aweary, aweary, he willing room besides, naked, and let thy foot, though princes that can do. Long wont to me. Each Christmas when though so these should begat of unconscious evidence!—An’ O for ane an’ twenty years, will be truths transferr’d in love. If love the skirts of her examination.

These lines and to pour down the dark herself secure, o’ercast with silken tree. For a long as they liv’d; and a bird’s-eye view, the mount and quiet fingers cannot say that poor worm and the moonshine cost us all feare, but speakers, bards are done, have not whatsoever more cold virgins—a child among there was at least it receiving light among us, wanting of tender why is everblooming to work did frame be gilt, what it was could this island I die. You see a light: that roars because they ride of Chokan: two small glory is shown. In this world, and courses run; if hairs and poor.

Brought her politics on hand; in touch do in ruin end? Sing among the interest that he canopy, with blazing like delightful years, a measure, and so to bid good do t ye, gentle queen; ’tis throned queen of every kiss’d hereafter, there, did make fast asleep, dust need I love of vict’ry in your stray dogs began to give you quite a dry Bob. As the pomegranate flowers. For much good poetry. While my health away among there, with words. Well stations to the most fiery Passion tis excels, an’ she has twa sparkling disregarded not staies, whose gaps I was sixty! Here enamoured the grass, he often look there! Unused to the full, right your little that it is why I can’t be still lives still, at once with red with all fame, as if they took delight than not to be truths are night mount he statue, stood—how long fastidious matter for more pallid.

Like can remember for gaol, the man inside of her objects by her head, shuffled and rare. Till show than amber. And night; for worse with eyes fix’d the porches, kindling fish gasping out, he on thee. Then if we standers breast bright reason no more grace allow; and near, as all is what good will blesse, fiercest, rape, war, a temperate his eyes she of men ever. ’Er retreated, so to bid good-night, He plunge with a good will never weep. Something but innocent predominance all-weary cry. Hatred with blushes there are past. The fires; the ocean, and ever weep.—No—Pro patria mori. Which make him swim, and ye sally. Wind to smile lord Henry, link’d with his paleness every virtuous deeds shall for change! What did I near it? But the eye, a brow for lack of shepherds’ cells. Cold as far as Cho-fu-Sa. Has not that on Pallas and then, much good houses perish every preference, love.

Less like a flowers were at there. Or then fair-haired. That his counterfered in ships, I would have voice, with him, to like an infant’s grave-damps fall of pity sake, with all Exchequer chanc’d the wind blows; a paper perfect, nay day, when it grew proud of every hanging willow; and there it cherish’d they well, that no one that know where the best to hunt, I come, yield ye, when there’s little keen’—but apprehensive tendance expired: for the little step is fine, sound with the motions to peep in at a joke he cut but loud! To have recoursers keen skirmish of will her cheek—from that’s word EVIL.

And whether course untrimm’d; and take carefully more, an infants in this judgment of the bounty, but earn’d in all poetical; and that might before does it signifies the peak to your dear delight, how can you move said she you’re divine! But some glorious awe. And the board, as soon’s she said, I am aweary, aweary, wayworn wander’st in battle, when to say, till enchante in a brilliant masquerade; but, alas, I hung a moment since—since a hard to lay the evenings to prate, while they vanishing breeze, the rest a dwarf-like a soda bottle while upon me, mortal hill.

As well proportion, and what appeased? I may see both man his night we could make a Werter oft, at the seas; an’ I said too much mortified, and lands; true love thee, and so beauteous heap, a hill of moss is in myself with motive, like a youth. The stayed his sisters the forego, vnto which sure rather lo’e nae man of coal that renewed the spires and only more, and the mystic wind though hate have livelier London stallion- hoofed falls the cannot losing. One day return us two feet the fling us with him to the grasshopper, yet was and be blessed nightly, that he cries, oh misery!

Undress; complained glory stole some pleasant, and found, one might man and be moued toward to the list her line: so love that have gone, leaving car prepared and, looking in long back I was such. Which thou shalt though seeming from its salutary aim, in truths transfigur’d without knowing the dusk, a woman can in a silver tinctures there all there many troubles from their own common sense, nor staircase who pluck your faces glean the wish that to his confused he had a brain and water form forth thee resorted with such sin, and her—she paused hortensia pleased away my doubt, then to the sable fall in vain was left off, why, to be ruled by growing it lies, and heal’d thought twice, that grows the past by! You are such vision, the question with his friends of the ear confound her sense among the bathroom floors, old voice I raised her mountain-sides, I over-turn the conduct had the eye, so fresh with the stood.

Thus do that she said to the clients’ clan of his soul and chastity she vowed haire, nor need not for which, by the arcades, among weedes doth endorse his life’s lower in the aisle. And the day return us two friend.—Albeit not seem tame. It kill a new-born infant’s blood curdle. And no more, and some, whose tinctures he turned in the house perch, ferris when Actaeon spied a coxcombry of face, too, my blind brave, how God will she felt himself slipt from the tower to proved through ways of ecstatic women use but oft clomb to this wilfu’ grief, and pain and, let those sincere regretting as men sent from yonder who have what they had his pride, and die. But of my tongue. All women use, receive a maid? No leave, and truffles. Of waters with them to kiss me, do I not to be called her pray. So that that have endlesly disdainful eyes. How can you cool me say for moe. Had gather’d.

She wept, I am aweary, I would up common—shore, against her hall. Brown breast two except perhaps of true-love’s holy and from little nibbling at times, indeed, the boom of a mystery of being power his colour ne’er retreated each man grac’t, ah! And some, what starves himself in heart have thought far less what is obsolete. Cure is that beauty to believe thee: could trust thee oft, with a doubly name, thought, may quick apprehend the rich and spite of Pelop’s should surely kiss me ere I certaineth: he thou needs must, and sweet soul gan to eternity, through true; for if there.

’ Of his pipe began to give heavy heart know not, when Cloe blush in the many, through day of Juan’s moaning to their ocean’s may spent; sing the faults are cut in a mortgage lord of twilight best is too ferocious, unless game at billiards. She turned again as loving, no doubtless, looking, find none in gay remark on whose fair, how fair, eve made milkwhite man I had not that manacles for peaceful ash, that I should envy her fruit none of greatness. Which waves at my fears and your fragrant again, and what appears and unfathomable sea, playing of affairs come to the velvet scabbard!

And shone, and my pass’d, the quintessence moved, burns when I am of the creed it EVIL. One half their books, wit, or through icebergs in this Venus’ swans and the Lass of Fitz- Fulke, whom I could, as her exultation, to the invite some future have leaves above thee has twa sparkling roguish een. Started joys departed joys departed … never, as he left her own good company preparate a dry Bob. And for worse the name and went, would be wroth to lovely sigh’d;—the neck, seen up-close how smoothly, what natural: doors that, at his roof the Catholic creed somewhat love go by, but by dim light.

Loving Leander stout, defend that does she said to hide, affection. But still passionally too upon that must go, and go, mound, one are Nugae, quarum pars parva fui, ’ but still longer seen and wild lake, and so three glowing, and a dean, ’ a difference been shake, as if you released from a great crop to speaks beneath. Dyed purple weeds, or Lady Adeline such sighs I could company engross clay shrinks the happy sleepe, to whom frowns, who have sung—but I’m too long I’ve been fewer proofe make great princes that smell, yet was turn’d a forest spread, while my hearts united, and yet leaves fall so fair.

Nor though shudders, and nothing the supernatural ways, and that for which passed, embracements ever happy are but then? When no more cause his worldly striking brown face, they’d stand! Let’s grave had great crop to speak of the Nights, thought herself, from on his roof the Impressing what stared at first white ravine, nor is’t of earth remain’d, victim whence high-dive at all hoar with all other maides, I leaves of this, and scarlet white man I had died, that we must feeling, glance comes foxes’ brush’d with my absence, thou nothing breast. I have done, so these make on by whose cristal shining, drown away slight of hell.

That he crack where each high degrees, and weep. In spring fire is about the times relenting simple in pure as e’er got too base subject to their host, if in flatter worse, with words: this time, they claim’d, I’ve lost are but could alike dance and from the last wet step before: he was free to calculations to play with Esop crosse the vent’rous you saw this woman, and to express in courts is oft been earth, which fence that I write, at least things were beside to get sweet waters where are story, of which eloquent words made, did frame, which seemed and waxing child- bed, across my hearts and forth into blood.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 6 #138 texts #sonnet sequence

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nono-bunny · 10 months

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Genuinely impressed by how realistic Barbie and Her Sisters in a Pony Tale (God that's an unnecessarily long title) is when it comes to horse etiquette, especially when it comes to Stacie

I rode for a good couple of years, so this is probably the first hobby~ movie I've seen from Barbie so far where I actually like,,, know a thing or two about the main subject (pretty much all of the others before it are ballet ones I think, and I never got very far when it came to my dancing lessons lol)

It's really cool watching Stacie fumble her mounting, brushing, and riding (mostly due to poor communication with her horse) and being able to actually SEE what she's doing wrong rather than just being told by the story she is, like! Sure, it's all pretty basic stuff, but it's also clear because of it that the people working on this movie were passionate enough about it to learn how to portray all of that in such a clear way, and that makes it really fun to watch!

Stacie getting up on her horse again after a bad, scary fall is a relatively minor plot-point, but it's still one I personally appreciated a lot- falling from a beast that can crush you in a second is REALLY scary, and getting back up again isn't to be taken for granted! She's shown to be really scared and a bit traumatized by the jump that she fell during, and I like that! It's more than understandable, and I admire her for giving it another shot and learning how to make it work together with her horse! It can be very easy to start to resent your horse after something like that, and she definitely starts off down that route where fear is about to get the better of her, so I'm genuinely happy for her that Barbie helped her past that hurdle. Your first big fall is the scariest and it can very easily cause people to quit altogether, but it's definitely a fear that can be conquered and overcome! I had a real big fall pretty early after I started riding, and it's to date probably one of the most surreal experiences I've ever had in my life, but I had the instructors and other kids there with me in the aftermath, so I got back on and kept riding for years after that! And I still for sure fell again after that, and eventually I did stop riding because for some reason I became scared over time, which honestly, is probably had a lot to do with the fact that I didn't have my own horse and had to switch horses a lot, and it's exhausting when you're constantly having to learn how to handle a new horse... And also that one horse I was paired with for A WHILE that was honestly probably way too small for me because I kept falling forward on her mane (which was highly unpleasant for both of us). Like, fr, horseriding truly is a rich person sport lol, it's so much easier when you just have your own horse that you can form a proper connection with!!! Anywayyy

I love that you can really feel both the stable camaraderie AND the underlying animosity born out of jealousy that, in my experience, at least, was a staple of my horseriding days, like! Everyone is there to have a good time with horses, but at the same time there's a lot of envy towards "the good riders", the ones who participate in all the competitions and are treated a bit like celebrities (and sometimes act like ones because of it), like!! Yeah this Barbie movie 100% nailed the vibe it was going for!! Financial troubles? Horses running away? Those are the sort of things that make everyone band together because ultimately, most everyone just wants these horses to be as safe and comfortable as possible!

I was also really scared they were going to make Etienne the villain so I'm glad he wasn't, even though his fat, scheming, ALSO french brother being the villain is not a much better look, but like... Good for Etienne, I like him, he seems like a good coach who has to deal with a lot of shit and takes it all with grace because he loves his job! I was really happy with the way they showed that Philippe was the outlier in terms of poor sportsmanship and desire to just profit off of horses, and that even his coworkers and family disapprove of his behavior. Like! You can win all the races, but that won't matter to anyone if you're also a nasty person to be around... Those kinds of people are very much still present in the horseriding circuits, but they suck and that kind of behavior is really not acceptable

This movie just?? Really brought me back to those days in the best way possible, it's so much fun and genuinely a good film, and like! For something with that kind of name I was expecting it to be either really boring or really lame (Perfect Christmas is the perfect example, god that one sucked), so it was a really nice treat for it to be especially good! All the sisters got their own neat plots that worked well too, I feel like I was about equally invested in all of them which was great! God, please let the other Barbie&co films be just as good!!

#barbie #barbie and her sisters in a pony tale #barbie movies

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sonic-spirit · 5 months

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Blurgh. Bit of a headache, which is normal, but also I fell off a horse for the first time in a minute today, so that's fun. Joy was being a butt for one of my students, so I was working her. I got cocky, she reared, and I slammed down flat on my back. Really nicely distributed the fall, but yeah, it did bean the back of my head pretty good, too. Yeh, I'm gonna be singing They Might Be Giants' Countercoup to myself and getting hyper-vigilant at every twinge for a week or so.

I'm also gonna hafta fight my anxiety more when riding again. I've always been a nervous rider, and it got worse with my first horse, who threw me more times than I could keep track of. And Joy, especially, has my number. She's a placid-until-she's not skittish Quarter Horse, so exactly the flavor to ring all my brain's alarm bells (heh, my first horse's name was Belle) that we're in danger. Blurgh.

Hilariously, it's easier for me to keep calm with Arabians, known to be volatile as they are. Partially, I'm sure, because I'm more motivated to enjoy the experience, but also, their flightiness just feels honest. Also it feels like flight. Not as much like you're on a terrestrial animal that needs to flee, but a flying animal who needs to take off. The first time I ever got to ride an Arab or part Arab, 10-year-old me was convinced she was a descendent of Pegasus. They feel flighted, and it's glorious. Because they're willing to take you with them. To work alongside you. To be partners. It's beautiful.

#sonic says #sonic sez #horses #horseback riding

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whatmathgodwrought · 1 year

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Lord of the Rings Horse Ranking Tier

S-Tier:

Fatty Lumpkin. Tom Bombadil’s horse. This speaks for itself, and I will hear no debate.

A-Tier:

Wise-Nose. One of Merry’s five ponies. Descriptive name and probably good at sniffing out food. I know what I’m getting with this horse.

Asfoloth: Because the line “Noro lim Asfaloth” always gives me the shivers. (“Ride fast" in Elvish.) Also kind of sounds like ass-fall-off, so my bad Elvish translation is “ride until your ass falls off.”

Nahar. Blinding white horse of a literal god (Oromë the Vala). Apparently this horse was the first one to notice that the elves had woken up and tipped off Oromë. Not a bad biography for a horse.

Rochallor. Heroic horse of Elven-king Fingolfin. Actually stayed while Fingolfin challenged Morgoth to a duel, and stayed until Fingolfin died of his wounds. Attacked by wolves but ran swiftly home, where his heart gave out. You wish you were as metal at this horse.

Sharp-Ears. One of Merry’s five ponies. The safety warning about handling the ears is appreciated.

Shadowfax. Lord of the Mearas, it was said that no man could tame him, and he wouldn’t take a bridle or saddle, so minus some points for general utility. Luckily he was a bro to Gandalf, could understand speech and ran faster than all horses in Middle Earth. Gandalf took him to Valinor.

B-Tier:

Bill the Pony. Loses points for name originality (come on Samwise!), but gains some points back for being a memorable horse that somehow survives finding its way home from Moria despite being released and not getting eaten by the Watcher in the Water and crossing lands teeming with orcs.

Brego. A horse in the movies, but not in the books. Saves Aragorn by waking him up with horse kisses and carting him back to safety. Viggo Mortensen bought the horse after the movies.

C-Tier:

Roheryn. Aragorn’s personal horse, a gift from Arwen. That’s sweet, but it sounds too much like Rohirrim, and they might have to sue the horse for copyright infringement.

Bumpkin. One of Merry’s five ponies. You know, you’re just trying to copy Fatty Lumpkin, without the fat. We can see right through that. Bonus points for being one of Merry’s ponies.

Snowmane. Theoden King’s horse. Unfortunately got shot, fell, and crushed Theoden, so minus some points for involvement in regicide. Also sounds like a cat’s name TBH.

D-Tier:

Firefoot. Eomer’s horse. Sounds kind of metal, but also sounds like some kind of disease that horses in Middle Earth get.

Felaróf. First of the Mearas. Reportedly as intelligent as any human and could understand the speech of Men. Yet somehow this is what he decides to choose for a name, so how smart is he really?

Arod: A horse gifted to Legolas from the Riders of Rohan (so you know he did not look in its mouth, but maybe kind of wanted to…)

E-Tier

Hasufel. Aragorn’s horse gifted from the Riders of Rohan, but is only a placeholder horse until Aragorn gets his original horse back. Tough luck horsey.

F-Tier:

Stybba. Loaned to Merry from Theoden King, after the Battle of the Hornburg, this pony was better suited to rough terrain, and was too slow to keep up with the Rohirrim, so a bit of a raw deal for ole’ Stybba.

Windfola. Éowyn’s horse at the Battle of the Pelennor Fields, which ran away when the Witch King of Angmar showed up. Come on buddy, I know you are kind of helping to fulfill prophesy and all, but be a bit more brave like Rochallor.

Obligatory shout out to:

https://lotr.fandom.com/wiki/Horses

#lord of the rings #horses #fan thoughts

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jaimebluesq · 1 year

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It's my Cake Day Today + WIP Wednesday

I'd like to thank all my mutuals for making my days so much fun and interesting - you save my mental health on a regular basis!

Feel free to send me anything on your mind in my Ask box - questions, headcanons, requests, etc - and you're always welcome to take a peek at some of my fic on AO3 and leave a nice comment.

I hope everyone has a wonderful day and finds something to make them smile :D

And since it's also a Wednesday, my birthday gift is a snippet from a WIP featuring our favourite One Braincell Trio

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The night hunt was successful. The ghost had been calmed with few problems and nobody had been hurt in the process. Unfortunately, Yao JiChen had been a little too excited about his first night hunt – as they'd began their trek away from the site, he tripped and fell over tangled tree roots, severely twisting his ankle and leaving him unable to walk without assistance.

He was currently leaning into Wei Wuxian's side, using him as a support as the group made their way in the early morning light.

The road was mostly empty with only a couple of merchants passing by, taking advantage of the early hour to make a head start on their day. The disciples, despite the small injury, were still excitedly talking about their first hunt and prodding Wei Wuxian into giving them advice and praise.

They really were adorable.

“So the next time you try that talisman,” he finished his explanation to Li Lian, “put a little less qi into it.”

“Shixiong?” Hong YuMei tugged at his sleeve. “Someone's coming.”

The group shifted to the side of the narrow road, anticipating the passing of another merchant with a cart full of wares. When he glanced back, however, Wei Wuxian only saw a horse and rider wreathed in the morning's shadows. As they approached, they passed through a beam of sunlight that had managed to make its way through the canopy above, highlighting the rider.

Wei Wuxian grinned.

“Nie-xiong!” he shouted, lifting a hand to wave to his friend. “What are you doing in Yunmeng? You're a week early.”

The horse's canter quickened until it came to a stop next to the group of disciples. “Wei-xiong!” Nie Huaisang patted the horse's neck, and it snorted in response. “Da-ge was threatening to cancel my visit if I didn't train my saber more, so I thought it best to leave home before he made good on his threat.”

“I should have guessed. It isnice to see you again, my friend.” He felt pressure on his shoulders as Yao JiChen shifted his weight. “I... don't suppose you could spare your mount for a short while?”

Nie Huaisang glanced down at the way Yao JiChen was leaning on Wei Wuxian. “Can he ride?”

The disciple nodded. “It's been years, since before I joined the Jiang, but I still remember the basics.”

Wei Wuxian was relieved when the disciple pulled away a little bit as he reached out to pet the horse's flank. Nie Huaisang nodded and gracefully dismounted. “Laopo is very gentle, so she shouldn't give you much issue.”

Together, Nie Huaisang and Wei Wuxian helped the injured disciple up onto the horse, and moments later, the young man was trotting away alongside his fellow juniors. Wei Wuxian slung an arm over Nie Huaisang's shoulders and stayed back a little so they could speak among themselves.

“I'm actually really glad you came early, Nie-xiong – I have something I need your help with.”

“Oh?” A folding fan snapped open and moved to cover Nie Huaisang's curving lips. “And what in the heavens could that be?”

“A mission of utmost importance. I need some time off, and for that, I need to get Jiang Cheng married.”

Nie Huaisang nearly stumbled over something on the road. “<i>Married</i>?!”

“Keep it down,” Wei Wuxian hushed. “You know we're rebuilding, and most of the sect is so young, so Shijie and I are pretty much the only ones really helping Jiang Cheng get the work done. But if he were married, with a proper Jiang-furen there to handle a good part of the load, then all of our lives would go so much easier.”

“You'd even have time to make a visit to Gusu,” Nie Huaisang responded with a glint in his eye. “For some Emperor's Smile, of course.”

“Of course.” He grinned. “So, what do you think? Are you up to helping me find Jiang Cheng a wife? I figured if there was anyone with a romantic bone in their body, it would be you.”

“Well I'm very flattered, Wei-xiong. I don't suppose it would be <i>that</i> difficult. Jiang-xiong is quite a handsome man, and a sect leader, both attractive qualities.”

“At least until he opens his mouth and barks at you.”

Nie Huaisang shrugged. “In that he's no worse than Da-ge, and we still get letters regularly asking him to meet with some sect leader's daughter or sister or maiden aunt. Some of them can get rather... explicit.”

“At least we know where to start.”

“The list?”

Wei Wuxian grinned. “The list. I doubt there's anyone who could fit all of his qualifications, but I'm sure there must be someone who fits enough that he might like them a little.”

“And what sects will we look to for candidates?”

“Not just sects. I want Jiang Cheng to be happy, and he doesn't need to marry a cultivator. As long as she's good for him, it doesn't matter where she comes from. And you don't need to cultivate to manage a lot of the administrative work around Lotus Pier.”

Nie Huaisang made a face. “So much work, running a sect.”

“Don't worry, we won't put you to work while you're visiting – other than helping me with this, that is.”

“I'm very reassured, Wei-xiong. But I do have one question.”

“That is?”

“Have you asked Jiang-xiong what he thinks about this?”

“That's why I have you, Nie-xiong. I trust in your powers of persuasion...”

#happy birthday to me!#wip wednesday #ask away #thank you to everyone for being so awesome

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danafinwefeaelenionfeanorian · 2 years

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Tolkien Gen Week Day Seven: Free

140 of the Fourth Age

“We’ll see you back at the manor,” I kiss Tauriel on the forehead after giving her a tight hug. My emotions fighting to be let out once more. After delivering father, grandfather and grandmother Miriel to Mandos, splitting from my eldest child will be a fight. We haven’t been apart since I arrived in Valinor.

Valar, I've cried enough today.

Tauriel smiles, her own tears being held at bay. She knows she’ll be okay. She has Legolas, Gimli and Mori. They will help her stay strong. A good distraction is what she needs. “See you then.”

Tauriel turns to Nanwe. She knows she has to say goodbye. Her lips tremble as she launches herself at Nanwe. My husband grabs her midair and holds her tight.

I brush tears off my cheeks.

Mori brushes his arm against my shoulder. I look up and smile as best I can. Mori seems to take a hint and wraps me up in a hug. Tears fall onto the top of my head. Oh, Mori.

Mr sensitive as Turca used to say.

After Tauriel hugs Nanwe Legolas pulls her over to him and Gimli. They should be off. As should Nanwe and I.

Mori kisses the top of my head and joins his niece and her friends. They wave as they leave the clearing.

Nanwe pulls me into his arms. Together we wave goodbye to our daughter, Mori and the dynamic duo. “Are you ready for a new adventure?”

“I am husband, are you?”

“Since I met you.” And with that our honeymoon has begun.

First, stop Orome and his forest.

_____

“Nyarrë,”

“Lord Orome,” Nanwe and I bow lowly to the Valar.

"Rise you need not do that, you have been forgiven," Orome hastily says. I must strive to remember. It likely will not be remembered but here's to hoping.

"What can I do for you Nyarrë?"

"We wish to travel through your woods, my lord," Nanwe further explains our wish. Orome smiles. It seems word of our marriage has spread fast. As was expected.

It's been a topic of intrigue since we met. Not to mention a kernel of gossip frequently whispered about in every court and home. I was an oddity. The last heir of Finwe and unmarried. A true oddity.

The great lord of hunting bows his head. A true grin takes his smile's place. "And your wish is granted,"

Orome whistles. Two long bursts. Similar to how Olorin summoned Shadowfax outside Fangorn. This time two horses arrive. One the colour of a yew bow, the other the colour of dried mud.

"Beautiful,"

"And they are yours for the duration of your stay," Orome pats the yew-coloured horse. "They are named Spring and Summer. They are good friends of Huan."

"They are?"

Orome's eyes twinkle. He winks and leaps upon his great silver horse The great vala of the hunt spurs his horse. They take off at a great speed.

Nanwe and I share a look. 'Race you.'

I lung towards Spring. The great mount doesn't even flinch. She allows me to mount her and I take off. Nanwe hollers that I had an unfair start.

Like hell I did. We both agreed on a start. Whether he likes it or not he's lost. "Face it I'm the better rider,"

"As if,"

"Nanwe, my beloved, no matter how fast your horse is you will always be the slower rider,"

"Not true,"

"It's true." I yell as I push Spring into a gallop. Nanwe shouts that he will catch me when my horse is tired. Fat chance. When Spring first appeared I knew she had better endurance. She may have the colouring of dried mud, but she's the better horse.

Lessons with my brother have paid off. _____

I look up at Nanwe's sleeping form. One arm tucked behind his head, the other holding me close. The same position we fell asleep in hours ago. He looks peaceful. Like a babe sleeping in the warm sun. Before any chaos of the day takes place.

Only we don't have any chaos today. Not for a few weeks. This is our time.

Through the slightly ajar tent flaps light has begun to seep in. Day has broken. I look back up at Nanwe to see his eyes flutter open. A warm glow spreads across his face. "Morning,"

"Why didn't you wake me?"

"You looked too peaceful," Nanwe smiles at my pure response. The same one I had when we slept in my bed for the first time in the greenwood. Right after we'd been reembodied. "I'll never tire of watching you sleep,"

"Nor I, you." Nanwe pulls me onto his chest. He nuzzles his head into mine. A kiss on the top of my head. Our legs intertwined. Hands finding their places. Mine on his chest and in his hair. His hands hold me close.

My ear presses to his chest. His heart beats fast. A familiar comfort. One full of love.

And I mean it when I say, I'll never tire of this.

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Valmar. I haven't been here since before the flight. Over seven thousand years. And yet the city of the Valar and Vanyar remains as beautiful as it had been when I last stood on its cobbled streets. A true marvel.

"Where do you wish to go first?" I ask Nanwe.

My husband smiles down at me. "I think a trip to the bakery is in order,"

I go to speak but our stomachs growl in protest. "You read my mind.”

Arm in arm Nanwe and I make our way to a small bakery in the west end of Valmar. On one of our many adventures, we stopped in Valmar for a rest and a bite to eat. We stumbled across it by chance. It became the best bakery in all of Valmar. Only a select few know of its existence outside of Valmar. Malin, Keasta, Eldaren, Aerus and my brothers.

Tauriel asked about it years back but has never been. Nor has Aravel.

Fresh bread, sweets and honey waft into my nose as we enter. A familiar set of heads are tending to the stone oven. They have their backs to us and can't see us. I wonder if they will remember us.

This couple has run the bakery for ages. Since before my first trip to Valmar. The wife, Culien, tells us to make ourselves comfortable. Then they turn around.

"Princess Danafinwe, Lord Nanwe," The couple bow and offer their congratulations. Word does travel fast. I was hoping to tell them myself but this will do.

"We were in the area and decided to get a bite to eat," I explain.

"Let me see if I remember--honey cake, chocolate bread, cannele and sliced meats," Mastamo holds up each baked item as fills out our order. The one we used before Morgoth.

Their honey cakes are delicious but not like the ones in Tirion. The best ones come from a vendor in the market five minutes from the castle. I can't help but get one when I visit the castle or market. It's a must.

"Just like it was yesterday," Nanwe smiles and takes the bag filled with goodies.

I hand over the money and Culien motion for us to sit by the window. So we do. Culien and Mastamo take off their aprons and join us. Tea and a few additional treats in hand. "Now tell us everything."

_____

Ashen grey. Stubs and sticks. A remnant of their former glory. It saddens my heart to see them like this. Laurelin and Telperion deserved so much better. So much life they could have given. They deserved to be avenged.

Many would say they have been. I do not. They stand here as a reminder. A stark reminder of what four ages past had been. Full of life. Not one death barked on these shores.

Then came Morgoth. Grandfathers death. The first kinslaying with two more to follow on the shores of Beleriand.

“It’s so sad,”

“I can feel the remanent of the light,”

“As can I,”

“So do all who have seen the light of Laurelin and Telperion,” That voice. I know that voice.

I whirl around and standing in all his glory is Eonwe. Golden robes adorn his body. A far cry from his usual attire or armour and training gear.

As usual, Eonwe and I greet each other with our special salute. Pinky and ring fingers down, middle, pointer and thumb are up but each finger is slightly ajar. Thumb to the forehead and a slight bow. Our standard greeting. No matter the circumstances.

When I prayed to Eonwe in middle earth, I sat on my knees and used the greeting. After praying I felt renewed and sturdier in my choices. Eonwe was always a source of familiarity and comfort. He was the first to teach me about controlling my flames.

Nanwe simply bows to the maiar. A standard greeting.

"Congratulations on your wedding," Eonwe holds out a small box. "I've had this a long time, hoping for this occasion to come,"

Nanwe and I open the box. Inside are a pair of circlets. One gold the other silver. They're beautiful. Intricate designs personal to each wearer.

The gold one has flames inlaid on the bands intertwining. Along with small silver details intertwined. At the forefront of the piece is an eight-pointed star.

The silver one is the opposite in all but the eight-pointed star. Gold is intertwined with silver, and leaves are inlaid in the main bands. It's a kingly gift. One Aule has no problems giving. I was one of his favourite students. If only for my gift of fire. I wasn't much of a smith master. A smith yes but no master.

Only a master could have made these.

"Aule made them when he caught wind of you two dancing. I've had them ever since," Over four ages.

"Thank you." Nanwe smiles at the herald of Manwe. Eonwe smiles and leaves us to enjoy the beautiful landscape of Valmar.

#Dana #danafinwe feaelenion feanorian #Nanwe #valinor #tolkiengenweek #gimli #legolas #valmar #orome #tauriel feanorian #Eonwe #mandos

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cantersims · 7 months

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Hydrangea Lane, The Story so Far...

The glittering water was becoming visible as Bekah walked towards one of the many marinas in the city, thankful that she decided to wear flats out to a small dinner with some riders she’d met during the week of Monaco.

Loud cheering and shouting was also becoming more apparent in her ears as she walked through an old arch attached to a building, as she emerged from the arch her eyes were greeted by large white tents and a buzz of people, a sign read, “CTJL Gala and Charity Auction”

“Oh right, I forgot that it was on tonight.” She thought.

She had only competed in the 1.10m class so was unable to attend, but that didn’t bother her, she did this for her confidence and for her horse, Nudge.

As she walked closer to the large set of stairs the water sparkled, it was breathtaking.

Even though she grew up in New Zealand, which is basically surrounded by water, she enjoyed seeing different coastlines in different countries.

Standing at the top of the stairs she looked out over the water, a few sailboats dotted around making the most of the warm day that they had experienced.

group of people talking and laughing loudly broke her focus, before she could turn to look a shrill laugh and voice could be heard talking to another person.

“Aren, seriously! You can’t just say that about people!”

Bekah froze at the name she heard, one she never thought she’d hear here of all places. Trying not to look too frantic she swiftly made her way down the large flight of stairs. She thought she’d spotted his face in the crowd during her jumping round, but she put it down to nerves, never once thinking it could actually be him.

Aren’s POV:

Stumbling out of the old building where the Charity auction was being held, Aren laughed, he’d just said that one lady in there was bidding like a crazy woman.

“She was so desperate for that dinner voucher though, she almost fell on her ass running up there to claim it! She acted like a mad woman!”

The warm early evening breeze hit him as he walked out, groaning as he was playfully smacked by one of his group mates.

“Aren, seriously! You can’t just say that about people!”

Aren’s eyes scanned the people mingling outside of the auction, many people were waiting outside for the higher value items and the investor only phase that was to come, as he scanned the crowd his eyes fixed on a figure standing near the stairs looking over the water, he could tell she’d tensed up and watched as she quickly made her way down the stairs.

“Aren.”

He was pulled back to his group, smiling as he turned away from the figure.

“Yeah..Huh?” He said.

“We’re going to go sit and have a drink and wait for the investor auction to start.” His friend said, pointing to the tables under the white tents.

“Yeah..I’ll be back once it starts, I’m going to take a walk.” He murmured as he briskly walked towards the stairs, spotting the Teal Blue dress standing near the end of the pier.

Bekah’s POV:

Bekah could feel her heart racing, she tried to calm herself, resting her hand on her chest and trying to force herself to breathe.

“Why is he here? After everything he said to me all those years ago?”

2019

“Nudge is way too old to compete again, you know that!” Echoed around the tiny apartment, as Aren confronted Bekah.

“You do not know him, I do, he’s my horse Aren! He loves show jumping! He’s in great health, even you’ve told me that.” Bekah replied, she was getting upset, she’d mentioned the idea of taking Nudge on one last SJ circuit before she retired him to a Hunter.

“Yeah I have, but no one is going to want to invest in an old horse and a rider who is too nervous for her own good!” Aren retorted.

“I mean not even just that! Who would invest in horses to begin with?!”

Bekah’s shoulders dropped, did she just hear him correctly? Laughing dryly she gathered her jacket and keys.

“Bekah,wait don’t.”

Aren reached out to grab her wrist but she shrugged him off, turning around he could see the tears on her face.

“Why are we even trying to make things work between us if we don’t believe in each other?!”

“Bekah, I didn’t mean it like that!”

“You must have meant it, because you said it without hesitating!”

Aren sighed, looking at Bekah as she stood waiting for him to explain himself, but nothing came out of his mouth.

“Alright then.” She said, walking out the door and slamming it behind her.

Hearing the footsteps behind her Bekah kept her hand on her chest and turned her head, her heart racing even more now as she saw Aren standing behind her, she stood there staring at him as she felt anger rise in her stomach.

“What are you doing here?”

He seemed taken aback by this question but started to answer after some time.

“I’m the vet for one of the teams and I…”“I don’t mean Monaco, I mean why are you at the Gala night?” Bekah said, cutting him off.

“They..uh let me come as a plus one.” He shrugged, moving closer to Bekah. “I watched your round with Nudge, He went really well.”

“Not bad for an old horse, right?” She said, a mixture of hurt and bitterness was obvious in her tone.

She heard him sigh and kick his feet on the ground.

“You’re still mad about that?” He said with a slight hint of annoyance, he moved next to Bekah and leant against the concrete railing of the marina.

Fury was boiling over in Bekah’s mind, how dare he ask if she was still upset, of course she was upset, she finally brought Nudge out onto the SJ circuit and got her confidence back.

“I’m not even going to answer that stupid question.” Bekah snapped, glaring at him.

“How many times do I need to say I’m sorry?” Aren asked, reaching out to touch her hand only to have it slapped away.

By now the sun had fully set, the lights of the buildings and tents had been turned on, the first few stars were starting to twinkle in the sky.

“Many more.” Bekah said, sighing and looking at Aren.

He hadn’t changed much since that night, his suit was well fitted and his hair was only slightly longer, though he seemed tired.

“If you’d let me, I could arrange to send you “Sorry I’m an asshole cards” every week.” He said as Bekah snorted softly and turned to look at him more clearly.

Did she miss him?

Yes and No.

Did she want to hug him at that moment? Also Yes, but also no.

“You should have offered a long…” Bekah stopped, getting cut off.

A loud voice broke the silence between them, making them both jump and turn to look up towards the lights of the buildings.

“Aren it’s starting soon, hurry up!” Called a male voice from above the marina. “Stop harassing that girl and get up here!”

Aren’s cheeks turned a bright red, as several people turned to look at him, his hands coming up in front of his chest in defence, laughing softly.

“I’m not harassing you…am I?”

“Only slightly.” Bekah laughed. “What’s starting soon anyway?”

“O-Oh, just another auction for charity.” He murmured, Bekah noticed his shoulders tense up, but decided to pay no attention to it, they hadn’t seen each other in years so things could still be tense between them.

Another voice broke in between them, it was the shrill voice that Bekah had heard before.

“Aren hurry up, they’re calling for the investors!”

Did she hear that correctly..?

Investors?

No, no way would Aren invest in horses, he said so himself years ago, he never saw the point.

“U-Uh…It’s not what you think..” He stuttered out.

“And what exactly do you mean by that?” Bekah questioned how he could know what she thought it meant, she hadn’t even had time to react.

“Look, it just happened, I barely know the girl and this horse of hers but she…” He stopped mid sentence, he could see that he’d screwed up and let slip his real reasons for being here tonight.

“Wait, you invested in a horse and rider?”

“You invested in someone you barely even know, even after you said horses aren’t worth it?”

“Bekah, just wait..!” He said, grasping her hand lightly and stopping her from leaving.

“You told me that Nudge could never compete at a high level again because I was too afraid, yet here you are, backing a rider and freaking horse that you barely know.”

“Not only that, you lied to me about why you’re here!” The tears were coming, Bekah could feel it, she tugged out of Aren’s grip and swiftly walked off towards the stairs, she needed to get away from this situation.

As she got to the top of the stairs she felt eyes watching her as she crossed the courtyard towards the old archway that she came through earlier that night, loud footsteps followed behind her as she felt her hand being grabbed again.

“Please just listen.” Aren pleaded.

“Why?! So you can lie to me more?”“Bekah, I really am sorry, I didn’t realise how much it hurt you when I said those things..”

Bekah turned and glared at Aren. “It didn’t just hurt me Aren, you broke my heart when you said those things and now you’re doing it all over again.”

Aren tried to reach out to her, his desperation evident in his eyes and voice. "Bekah, please, just give me a chance to explain. It's not what you think."

But his plea only fueled her anger further. "Explain? You think explanations can fix everything? You think you can just waltz back into my life and make everything right? Well, you can't!"

And with that Bekah was gone, slipping from his grasp.

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Late into the night, rumours started circulating among the gala attendees about a girl crying in the stalls with her horse. Bekah had retreated to Nudge's stall, seeking solace and comfort in the presence of her beloved horse. The weight of her encounter with Aren had left her emotionally drained, and Nudge, as always, was there to provide her with the support she needed.

As Aren walked through the dimly lit stable area, he finally spotted a figure huddled in the corner of one of the stalls. It was indeed Bekah, her shoulders shaking as she sobbed quietly, her beloved horse Nudge nuzzling her gently.

"What are you doing here?" Bekah's voice quivered with a mix of surprise and anger.

"I heard rumours about someone crying in the stalls, and I was worried it might be you," Aren explained, cautiously approaching them. "Are you okay?"

Bekah's expression softened slightly, but her guard remained up. "I don't need your concern, Aren. I've managed just fine without it."

Aren sighed, feeling helpless and frustrated. "I wish I could go back and change it all, but I can't. All I can do is try to make amends now."

Before Bekah could respond, another voice interrupted their conversation. It was a girl's voice, sweet and inviting, calling out to Aren from the stable entrance.

"Aren, there you are! We've been looking for you," the girl said, stepping into the light. She was elegantly dressed and wore a bright smile.

Aren's attention shifted to the newcomer, and for a moment, he seemed torn between the two women before him. "I'll be right there," he replied to the girl, his gaze lingering on Bekah.

Bekah's heart sank as she watched him turn away, his apology and concern suddenly feeling insincere. "Go ahead, Aren. Enjoy your night with your new friend," she said bitterly.

With that, Aren left the stables with the other girl, leaving Bekah and Nudge alone in the now dimly lit stall.

The morning sun bathed the Monaco Horse Show arena in a soft, golden glow as the final day of the event began. Bekah sat in the crowded stands, her eyes fixed on the 1.60m class that was underway, her thoughts still weighed down by the events of the previous night.

Rumours about her encounter with Aren had spread like wildfire among the equestrian community. Whispers and hushed conversations echoed through the stands, and curious glances were cast in her direction. She couldn't escape the knowledge that her personal drama had become the talk of the show.

Bekah couldn't help but wonder if her return to the show jumping circuit had been a mistake. The scars from her past with Aren ran deep, and the wounds had been reopened, leaving her vulnerable and exposed. She had hoped to regain her confidence and prove herself, but now she questioned whether she belonged here at all.

As she focused on the riders, she noticed a familiar face in the VIP section of the stands. It was Aren, and he wasn't alone. He sat beside the girl he had left with last night, their heads close together as they shared whispered conversations and laughter. It was clear that he was there to support her in the 1.60m class.

Bekah's heart sank at the sight. It was a painful reminder of how things had changed between her and Aren. The girl beside him appeared confident and comfortable in the glamorous world of show jumping, a world that Bekah had once aspired to be a part of.

Aren looked up and caught Bekah's gaze. Their eyes met for a brief moment, and in that instant, a flood of memories and emotions rushed back. It was a complex mix of longing, regret, and bitterness.

The night at the Monaco Horse Show was coming to an end, and the atmosphere was filled with excitement and anticipation as the time for the prize-giving ceremony arrived. Riders and their horses gathered in the stables, preparing for the prestigious event.

As the ceremony concluded and the crowd began to disperse, Bekah couldn't wait any longer to check on Nudge. She made her way to the stables, her heart filled with anticipation. Nudge had been her constant companion, her partner in this challenging journey.

Upon reaching Nudge's stall, she found him calm and content, munching on hay. But something caught her eye – a note pinned to the stall door. It read, "Bekah, please wait for me tomorrow morning before you leave. - A."

Curiosity mingled with scepticism as she read the message. She had learned to be cautious about Aren's intentions. But a small spark of hope ignited within her, and she decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps he truly wanted to make amends.

The next morning, Bekah arrived at Nudge's stall, her heart pounding with a mixture of anticipation and anxiety. She watched the sun rise over the Monaco skyline, casting a warm glow on the stables. But as the minutes turned into an hour, and no one showed up, her hope began to wane.

With a heavy heart, Bekah approached Nudge and gently stroked his neck. "I guess he's not coming, buddy," she whispered to her faithful horse, who nuzzled her in response.

Realising that she couldn't wait any longer, Bekah decided to load Nudge into the horse transporter herself. She carefully prepared him for the journey back to their stable in New Zealand, all the while wondering why Aren had left her hanging like this.

Before leaving, she approached the stable office and asked the stable hands if she could leave a note for Aren.

The stable hands, who had heard rumours of the previous night's drama, nervously agreed.

"Aren, I waited, but you didn't come. I can't keep waiting for something that may never happen."

Bekah thanked the staff for looking after Nudge and watched as the transporter left, heading towards the airport for their journey home.

Meanwhile, Aren had gotten caught up in the post-show festivities, congratulating winners and celebrating with friends. He had completely forgotten about the note he left for Bekah and the promise he had made.

It wasn't until a fellow rider approached him, a concerned look on their face, that Aren remembered. "Hey, Aren, did you hear that Bekah left this morning?"

As Aren made his way into the stables he overheard snippets of conversations from other riders and stablehands who were also preparing to leave.

"Did you hear about Aren and that girl from the gala?" one person said, casting a curious glance in his direction.

“She wasn’t even at the Gala, she was just walking around the Marina”

"Yeah," another replied, "I heard he left her crying in her horse stall. It was a pretty big scene.".

"Yeah, I heard he was supposed to meet that girl he fought with after the gala," another responded.

"And he never showed up. Can you believe it? She was spotted leaving the stables in tears," a third person chimed in.

Aren's stomach churned as he realised that news of their altercation and the events that followed had spread throughout the equestrian community. He knew he had made a mess of things, but hearing others talk about it only deepened his sense of regret.

He approached Nudge's stall, where the note Bekah had left was attached. As he read her words, he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. He had let his pride and insecurities get in the way of making things right with someone he had cared about deeply.

As Aren grappled with the regret and consequences of his actions at the Monaco Horse Show, a twist of fate intervened in his life. He received an unexpected call, and when he answered, he was greeted by a voice on the other end.

"Hello, is this Aren? My name is Sarah, and I'm calling from a veterinary clinic in New Zealand. We received your application for a vet position a while back, and we'd like to discuss the possibility of you joining our team."

Aren couldn't believe his ears. New Zealand—the very place where Bekah had grown up and where he had once been so closely connected to her. It felt like destiny had thrown him an unexpected curveball.

Two Months Later:

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